#littleforeignaffairs

[cas-skz]

Insatiable

Choi San x (fem)Reader

Requested: San has a high sex drive

Word Count: 2.5k ish

Warnings/Tags: 18+, MDNI, Established Relationship, Unprotected Sex and Oral, Soft Dom, Language

Written by: @littleforeignaffairs

You often pick up San from the gym and bring him back to the dorm. He could jog back as a cool down, but it’s a little extra time you can spend with him. You lean against your car, arms crossed over your chest. San walks out from the building. Only wearing gym shorts. His bag and towel swung over his shoulder. You look him over when he stops in front of you.

“Hm?” He questions. He wipes his face and neck with his towel.

“Must you?”

“I’m hot. Showers don’t cool me down enough” San moves in closer to you, hand reaching for the car handle “And don’t look at me like that. I’m not a piece of meat”

You laugh, moving out of the way.

“Could’ve fooled me”

He rolls his eyes, though his lips curve into a conniving smirk. He starts around the other side of the car, holding his hand out for the keys. You look at his hand, dropping the keys in his fingers without argument. You both settle into the car in your new assigned seats.

It doesn’t take long for San to rest his hand on your upper thigh. He squeezes it slightly. You snicker, keeping your eyes focused out the window. This was another reason you often pick San up from the gym. 3 out of 4 days you pick him up, his hands are on you.

You don’t know what it is, but after he works out, his sexual appetite is insatiable. You look over to him. His eyes are on the road, but that’s not what they’re focusing on. They’re eager as his fingers give you another squeeze. You shift your body in the seat, facing San. You lean close to him, bringing your lips against his ear.

“What… you can’t wait 10 minutes to get home?”

You place a sloppy kiss on his neck. His skin is still damp and smells fresh. Your hand rests on his lap as well, sliding down over his crotch.

“Jesus” You half laugh. He’s already fully hard in his shorts.

He takes his hand off you, and places it on top of your hand, making your grab his erection. San glances at you, and your lips. You smirk, tutting

“No kisses while driving” Though you lean down some, placing a kiss on his clavicle, then his chest. “At least not on the lips”

San groans when you sink your teeth into his chest. You apply pressure to your hand, rubbing San’s erection hard. You have to admit, with San’s sex drive, he always kept things interesting.

Your free hand unbuckles your seat belt, allowing you to lean down more. You pull San’s cock from his shorts, staring down the red throbbing member. You wrap your fingers around him, rubbing your thumb just underneath his head.

You can hear San try to moisten his mouth. You peek up at him, he’s looking at you too.

“Eyes on the road. Or I stop”

Sans jaw tenses. He presses his lips together to hide a grin.

You return your focus the beauty in front of you. You thumb now running up over the tip of his head. A build up of pre cum starts forming on his head. You have to restrain yourself from putting him in your mouth.

You hover your lips over his head, spitting loudly onto him. San groans at the sound. You smirk, your hand immediately going to work on him. You keep your grip somewhat loose, sloppy. Letting the wet sounds fill the car. San shifts a little under your hold, breathing in slowly.

Your eyes shift to the steering wheel, his knuckles white. His reactions always made you want more. You switch your strokes from long and slow to short, quick and focusing on just his head. You see his hands twist on the steering wheel. You cant help yourself now…

You wrap your lips around San’s head, producing a soft vibrating sigh. San’s hips jerk back in his seat, a chuckle leaving his lips. Once again, you keep your work sloppy, sucking him audibly. He always comments on the sounds you make; whether it be giving him head or him fucking you senseless.

Without warning, you feel one of San’s hands at the back of your head. He pushes your head down, his cock hitting the back of your throat. Your body curls a little as you breathe through your nose. A grumbling moan travels up San’s chest, his cock starting to twitch in your mouth.

You moan with him, then give his thigh two taps. The pressure at the back of your head releases. You lift your head, eyes still looking down at San’s wet cock. It's still bouncing.

The car is barely in park in the garage when you hop into San’s lap. You hold his face between your hands, kissing him eagerly. San breathes in sharply though his nose, his hand reaching for the handle. You kick the door open once he pulls it, stumbling out of the car. You laugh a little, grabbing San by the wrist pulling him out behind you.

His hands rest on your waist, holding your body close to his. He smiles down at you, his gaze tender. Loving. You hold his face in both your hands again, placing a few gentle kisses on his lips. San’s hands slide off your waist, under your ass to lift you up. You laugh lightly, wrapping your legs around him.

You bring his lips back to yours, kissing him deeper now. San begins walking towards the door, going inside the dorm. Despite hearing sounds of music across the dorm, you keep your lips working against his. San stumbles a little, kicking his shoes off, hitting your back up against the wall.

San’s lips travel down onto your neck, sucking at your skin. You bite at your lip, knowing he’ll leave his mark on you. You sigh softly, tangling your fingers in his hair. San's body pushes up against yours, his hips grinding into you. Your fingers grip his hair, pulling his head back.

He lets out a groan, lips curled into a smirk.

“Stop stalling”

San squeezes your ass, and hard, before walking with you to his room. San kicks the door shut and throws you onto his bed. You laugh a little, but San’s face is serious. He positions himself at your waist, fingers hooked in your pants. He eyes you, pulling them down slowly. You brush your fingers through his hair, knowing exactly what his thoughts are.

San kisses your stomach, hip, thigh.. then opens your legs. He breathes in sharply, looking over your wet opening. His mouth goes straight for you. Your walls clench around nothing at the feel of San’s tongue. You sigh a moan, head falling to the side as you watch him.

You see his hands removing his shorts, wrapping his fingers around his still hard length.

“San” You moan.

Watching him please himself while he pleases you sends shivers through your body. He sucks at your clit, his eyes watching your reaction. Your breathing hitches in your throat, wanting to moan. You hold his face against your dripping pussy, wanting more  but wanting him to fuck you.

“Please” You whimper “Don’t tease me”

San grins, rubbing his free hand over your thigh. His hand hides underneath his chin as the tips of his fingers trace over your opening. Your hips move involuntarily, trying to get his fingers to slip inside you. You whine again, eyes closing tightly.

San hums a moan on your clit, causing your hips to jerk up once again.

“Fuck me, please” You beg him.

San pushes 2 fingers inside you. It isn’t what you mean, but your walls clench immediately around him, hungry for something. He twists his hand, palm up, his fingers pushing up inside you. He does not start gentle. Your jaw drops at the immediate build in pleasure.

Your body becomes tense and you push your hips up. The sounds of your pussy sucking his fingers becomes wetter, sloppier. San sits up, his fingers still working your sweet spot. You try and open your eyes to watch San. He kneels between your legs, hand still pumping his cock.

His own lips are parted as he breathes heavily, watching between your face and your pussy. A pulse of energy rushes through you. You arch your back off the bed. Your pussy starts contracting quicker.

“San, I’m cu-“

He doesn’t need to hear your words. He hears your body. His hand works roughly, slamming your g spot. You shut your eyes tight, and your body begins to shake. Your breathing turns to moans as you soak his hand, and over his cock.

“Shit..” San groans.

He uses your slick as lubricant, pumping his hand faster. His fingers slow in you, but your jerks don’t dissipate. You hear San groan again, and warmth lands on your pelvis. You open your heavy eyes. You love seeing his face when he comes.

You try to control your breathing, though your body still vibrates. San leans over on you, kissing your lips. His cock is still hard against your abdomen as he slides it over your skin.

“I’m not done with you” He murmurs on your mouth.

You moan a little when he pushes his hips against you harder.

“Just turn over. You don’t have to do anything else”

You share another hungry kiss before San lifts his body up, allowing you to turn over. San runs his hands over your back before gripping your hips, yanking them back to raise your ass in the air.

You could never decide on your favourite position. You love being able to watch San. You love being in control of him. But nothing would ever beat taking him from behind. You sway your hips the slightest bit, looking over your shoulder.

San licks his lips, watching you like you’re his prey. He squeezes your hips a little before bending over you, his cock firmly pressed up against your ass. He places small kisses over your back, letting his lips suck your skin. He breathes out heavily, hands sliding up your waist.

A feeling of euphoria washes through your body. Your eyes close, a slight smile pulling at your lips. San may seem “just plain horny” to others, but he is always giving you the attention. His hands always praise your curves. His lips marking every inch of you, claiming you as his. It wasn’t always just sex when he got like this, but moments of raw emotion and connection.

San rests his forehead on your back, moving his hips to slide his cock between your folds. You press your lips together firmly, muffling a sigh. He rubs against your opening, hands still exploring your body. You twitch underneath his body, still sensitive. You know he’s working at building you up again before he thrusts back into you.

You grip the bed, trying to push your ass back into his pelvis. San slides his hand over your breast, then onto your neck. He tightens his hand around your throat, pulling your head back. You gasp, but he groans. The slightest touch from you can switch San back into the insatiable man. You smile some, trying to look at him.

“You want it?” He whispers lowly

You nod eagerly.

San pushes the tip of his head inside you. You whimper, clenching around  him. Or at least what he let you have of him. His thrusts his hips slowly, still only letting you have the tip.

You reach behind your back in attempt to grab San’s waist. Instead, he straightens up, pushing you down into the bed. San grabs your wrist tightly, pinning it against your back. Another whimper.

“San, please”

“Please, what?” You can hear the cocky smile that is most likely paste on his lips.

“I want you inside me. All of you. Not just a little. Please”

He breathes in through his teeth, his thrusts deepening the slightest big.

“Mm, you know I can’t resist when you beg me” With that, San thrusts once, hard, into you.

Your eyes widen, a loud moan passing your lips. San grabs your other wrist, pulling it behind your back as well. He uses them wisely, pulling you back into him when he starts thrusting more into you. Each motion hits you perfectly, your body feeling pleased and weak.

“Fuck” You choke a moan, clenching tightly around his cock

“That’s it, baby” He groans.

The sounds of your breathing, moans and skin hitting together soon becomes muffled. Your eyes feel heavy, your lips parting to breathe in quick shallow breaths.

San notices. He pulls you up quickly, letting your wrists go.

“Not yet” He huffs

San holds your throat, the other arm wraps around your waist. He slides back, his feet hitting the floor. San keeps you on the bed, but holds you close.

“I’m going to cum” You whimper

“Not yet!” He repeats, almost growling at you.

You raise an arm, placing your hand at the back of San’s head. He rests his forehead to your temple. Your fingers grip his hair, the pressure in your core becoming unbearable to hold.

“San” You warn him again.

You can feel the sweat dripping off him, onto your skin. His cock starts to convulse inside you. You pull San’s face to meet yours and kiss him hard. You feel your head rush, and your body shake. San groans on your lips, as you coat his cock. You didn’t think he could, but he thrusts harder, edging himself closer.

You grab his hand from around your waist and run down your body. You make him rub your clit. San’s face wrinkles, a slight groan vibrating in his throat. You tremble in his hold, his fingers only making you shake more. Your body lurches forward as a new wave of pleasure hits you. You can’t help but scream a moan, cumming again over San’s hand and bed.

He curses under his breath tensing up. His hips slow, but still hit you hard. You both lean over again, San grinding into you. He moans a low tone, finally releasing inside you. You feel your body going limp, San wraps his arm under you to hold you up.

He kisses over your shoulder, his breath hitting your sticky skin. San pulls back from you slowly, his own body shaking. He falls beside you, pulling you down as well. You close your eyes, your heart beat echoing loudly in your ears. You feel the bed shift, and then San’s lips on yours.

You return the kiss, laughing softly. You cup his face with one hand and open your eyes. His dark eyes glisten as he looks over your face.

“You’re going to have to carry me if you keep this up” You tease him

You brush his damp hair off his brow, placing another kiss on his lips. He mimics you, petting your hair back

“I’ll take good care of you” He nods “I’ll even carry you to the shower. Right now” He hops up, stumbling slightly at his still weakened legs. You laugh a little as he scoops you up in his arms and starts towards the door.

“San, clothes!” You squeal

“They’re just going to come off anyway!”

[littleforeignaffairs]

THIS.

MOTHER.

FUCKER.

[cas-skz]

No More Waiting

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x (fem)Reader

Word Count: 2,420

Warning/Tags: 18+, MDNI, Virgin, Established Relationship, Oral (male receiving), Unprotected Sex, Language

Prompt/Writers Note: Request sent in for Seonghwa x Reader. Smut with Praise kink and corruption. I took a step further to made the Reader a virgin instead of first time with just him. I also made Cas let me write this one because of THIS and I so desperately wanted to use it as a prompt.

Thank-you for the request, Please enjoy

@littleforeignaffairs

Seonghwa planned the evening for you. He wanted to do something special for you guys to celebrate your one year anniversary. You sit at the kitchen island, chin placed in your hands, elbows resting on the counter. Your lips curve into a smile, watching intently. Seonghwa is preparing one of your favourite dishes, quite professionally at that. You chew your bottom lip, watching him slice vegetables.

Seonghwa shifts his gaze from his own hands to you. He chuckles a little. He cooks for you often, but you never sit and watch him. His fingers grip the knife firmly, causing the veins to protrude from the back of his hand. The look of his hands makes it look like he’s never worked a day in his life. They’re slim, fingers nimble and long. Not to mention they are always warm and smooth.

“You know you don’t have to sit here and watch me”

Seonghwa’s voice brought you back from your trance

You meet his gaze, smiling at him softly.

“I want to watch”

“You’re making me nervous”

He chuckled again.

“Well, let me help then. You’re always doing things for me!”

You pout a little, sulking.

Seonghwa stops what he’s doing, grabbing the cloth that he had swung over his shoulder. He wipes his hands, walking around the island to stand in front of you. He grips your chin gently between his thumb and fore finger, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Why can’t I do things for my girlfriend”

He lets go of your chin, tucking some hair behind your ear then petting your hair.

“Can’t I spoil her?”

“I want to do things for you too”

Your lips still pouting.

Sometimes your relationship with Seonghwa feels too good. He spoils you often, not with materialistic items, but acts of service. Cooking, cleaning, carrying things for you. He even insists on taking care of you when you’re sick or during your menstrual cycle. Moreover, he never initiated anything sexual upon you.

You told Seonghwa before you two started dating, that you are a virgin. He surprised you by being respectful to your wishes of taking things slow. You were worried that he would get bored of you without sex, but a full year later, you two are still together without issues. Admittedly, you have thought about asking him, and even starting things yourself. You just didn’t know how to go about it.

Seonghwa kisses your forehead, smiling down at you.

“You want to do something? You sit right there, and be my good girl”

Your cheeks flush. He knows how flustered you get when he calls you that. You hit Seonghwa on the chest playfully. He holds his heart, staggering backward. He chuckles, walking back around the island. He picks up the knife once again to resume chopping.

“I’ll be good”

You watch his lips pull into a smirk as you agree. You know he likes it as much as you.

“I’ll be a good girl, but Oppa”

You lean forward on the island, lowering your voice some

“Don’t make me wait too long”

Seonghwa freezes, his gaze remains casting downward. Your eyes narrow, waiting for his response. Seonghwa’s eyes close, he breathes in deeply before before a slight grin curves his lips. He opens his eyes, nodding a little, meeting your gaze.

“I liked that”

His voice is low, deep. The look on Seonghwa’s face isn’t one you see too often.

“Say that again”

You nibble at your lip, sliding off the stool. Seonghwa watches you intently as you walk to stand in front of him. You look over his face, tilting your head a little. You place a hand on his chest, carefully trailing your fingers down his body. You stop just before his belly button. You look at your own hand, feeling nervous as to what you’re doing

“Don’t make me wait, Oppa”

You repeat, looking back up at Seonghwa’s face.

His eyes darkened. You lick your lips, hand trembling as you lower it a bit more to the waist of his pants. Though the intent of your words meant the meal, you want him to know that you want to do more with him. You take another step in closer to Seonghwa, letting your hand drop to graze over his crotch.

“I want to be your good girl”

Seonghwa’s body tensed. This is the boldest you have ever been with him. It feels exhilarating, seeing Seonghwa in this state. You apply a bit more pressure to your hand, now able to feel him hardening. Seonghwa’s lips part, his breathing quite audible. He cradles the back of your head, eagerly pulling your lips onto his.

Your stomach tightens, body leaning onto his. Seonghwa picks you up effortlessly, walking into the living room. He falls backward, landing on the couch, straddling you in his lap. His fingers curl in your hair, having a firm yet gentle grip. You moan softly against Seonghwa’s lip, your mind racing. You dig through your brain on what to do next. Like he could read your mind, Seonghwa speaks,

“I’ll teach you”

He murmur, petting your hair.

You chew at the inside of your cheek, nodding a little. Seonghwa slides down in the couch. He nods upward, motioning for you to move from him. You slip off his lap, seeing him open his legs.

“Come here”

You kneel between his legs, hands resting on his thighs. Your eyes get caught on his bulging crotch.

“You want to see it”

He asks you

You swallow hard, meeting his gaze. You nod shyly.

“Then you should help me”

Your hands slide up onto the waist off his pants, carefully hooking your fingers in. You slowly start to pull them down, but hesitate, glancing to Seonghwa. He gives you a nod of approval, lifting his hips up to assist you. You continue, pulling his bottoms down, revealing his cock. You feel your cheeks burn. Seonghwa leans forward a little, cupping your face with one hand. He runs a thumb over your cheek.

“This is what you do to me, don’t be shy”

Your eyes take in his erection. He is a good size, or at least you thought so. He isn’t small, but not too large that it intimidates you. You carefully touch your fore finger just under the head, gliding it down his shaft. He’s warm to the touch. His erection twitches with your touch. You press your lips together tightly, attempting to hide a grin.

Seonghwa watches you closely while you familiarize yourself with his cock. Your fingertips graze over his shaft and over his head. You notice the tip of his cock leaking pre cum. You tap it once, watching the sticky string pull. Seonghwa breathes in deeply, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. You know he’s been waiting for you, for this, for a year now. You sit up on your knees, crawling a bit closer to him.

You bring your face closer to his cock. You make eye contact with Seonghwa, he looks at you hungrily. You touch your lips to his shaft, giving a gentle kiss. Seonghwa lips part, his breathing becoming uneven. His free hand cups your cheek

“You look pretty down there”

He whispers

His words make you want to please him well. You bring your lips to his tip, kissing it a few times. You meet his eyes again, licking his dampness off your lips. Seonghwa’s eyes narrow, a sly smirk pulling his mouth. You place one more sweet kiss on his tip before bravely pushing his head into your mouth, sucking on it.

Seonghwa hisses through his teeth, his body becoming rigid.

“What a good girl, I didn’t even have to ask you”

He groans, head falling back against the couch.

You place one of your hands on top of his, at the base of his cock. You slowly push it further into your mouth.

“Mmhm, now, like this”

Seonghwa removed his hand from himself, letting you hold him now.

He holds your head with both hands, guiding you. You follow his lead, bobbing your head. You never imagined that your first sexual experience would be giving head. But knowing you can make Seonghwa feel good this way is making you wet.

Seonghwa pulls your hair from your face, holding it back in a tight grip. His jaw protrudes, a few moans slipping passed his lips. Instinctively, you bob your head in fuller motions, letting his cock deeper into your mouth. Seonghwa lets out an airy laugh,

“That’s my good girl. You’re good at this already”

You pick up your pace, tightening your lips around him. You begin to move your hand, attempting to find your rhythm between the motion of your hand and mouth. You hear Seonghwa curse under his breath, his hand tightening in your hair. You slip your hand into your pants, surprising yourself with how wet you’ve become.

Your fingers glide over your clit, rendering a sighing moan. Seonghwa perks up, his cock twitching in your mouth.

His hips jerk. He groans, pushing you back gently, stopping you. You look at him with doe eyes,

“Oppa?”

Seonghwa hangs his head. He’s quiet for a moment before twisting his head, cracking his neck. He looks back to you, a soft smile on his lips. He runs a thumb over your mouth, wiping your lips

“Sweet girl, you’re going to drive me crazy”

Seonghwa grabs your arm, pulling you to stand.

“Let Oppa make you feel good too, hm?”

He pulls your bottoms down and off. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulls you onto his lap. Seonghwa breathes in sharply, the heat and dampness from you pressing up against his cock.

“My my”

He shifts his hips underneath you, rubbing his shaft against your opening. Your walls clench around nothing eagerly. How can you crave something so deeply that you’ve never experienced before.

“My little minx”

Seonghwa coos in your ear

His breath sends a shiver runs through your body. Seonghwa slips his hands under your ass, pulling you up higher on his body. He uses your opening to flatten his cock against himself, and slowly rubs his cock between your folds.

“Oh”

You bite down hard on your lip, stifling a moan.

Your arms wrap around Seonghwa’s neck and your press your chest against his. He guides your hips against his length, your clit becoming more sensitive. It doesn’t take long for you to grind against him on your own. Seonghwa’s hands remain on your hips, but allow you to take control. He grins proudly, switching glances between your face and your pussy.

You let a long moan leave your lips, your eyes closing from the pleasure. Your walls begin to contract, your body tensing up. Your breathing gets heavier, sighing moans dropping every breath

“That’s it”

Seonghwa encourages you

Your hips move faster against him. Seonghwa slides his hands back under your ass, helping you along. You furrow your brows feeling the pressure building, becoming impossible to hold back anymore. Seonghwa squeezes your ass, pulling your hips harder. He turns his face into your arms, gently biting your skin.

With that, your body begins to jerk. You whine, slowing your movements down, but keeping your hips pressed hard against Seongwha. He groans as you soak his cock and pelvis. He turns his face back to yours, kissing you deeply. You can feel his cock convulsing against your clit. You moan on his mouth, pushing your tongue into his. You hold Seonghwa tightly, leaving no space between your bodies.

Your mind goes blank, suddenly your body thinking for itself. You lift your hips up, letting Seonghwa’s cock stand straight. With no hesitation, you push him inside you, gasping with how tightly he fit.

“Fuckin shhh-“

Seonghwa groaned loudly, his head hitting the back of the couch.

“Seonghwa”

You moan. Your eyes, heavy from lust, watch as he looks back at you. His face flushing a bright red.

“Don’t make me wait”

The same sentence that started it.

Seonghwa’s arms wrap around you, flipping you down onto the couch. Your eyes shut, feeling his cock thrust into you from the brisk movement. You gasp a moan, gripping Seonghwa’s shoulders. Seonghwa pushes his lips into yours, working them hungrily. He isn’t holding back now, and it feels so good. Your body feels hot, your head, dizzy.

He grips your face, making you look at him as he thrusts hard into you. Seonghwa runs his thumb over your lip, you take the opportunity to take his thumb in your lips, sucking on it. You moan, your body starting to shake. He takes his free hand, grabbing your leg and wrapping it around his waist. His hand grabs your ass, lifting it off the couch.

Seonghwa props himself up some, his cock reaching deeper inside you. Your back arches, lifting your hips up more.

“I’m… gonna c-cum”

You choke out between moans.

Both your legs and arms hold Seonghwa tightly. Seonghwa pressed his forehead to yours. His skin is clammy. His eyes are shut tight and he breathes sharply through his teeth. His body tenses. His movements stop into quick, hard thrusts, a deep groan vocalizing each time his hips his yours. You feel his cock twitching inside you, emptying its warmth. You shiver, clenching your walls around him.

You didn’t notice how tense you were until Seonghwa relaxed his body on yours. He buries his face in your neck, breathing heavily. You relax too, letting your limbs fall off him to hit the couch. Seonghwa moves his hips a little, slipping in and out of you still. You flinch at the sensitivity. Seonghwa chuckles, pulling his cock from out of you.

You feel the mixture of you and him slip out of you after he pulls out. Seonghwa lifts his head to look at you. He brushes your hair back off your face, gazing at you fondly.

“What a good girl you are”

He grins.

Though your face is already flushed, you can feel the heat wash over you again. Seonghwa places a tender kiss on your lips, sliding between you and the back of the couch. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close

“Rest now”

He breathes out, placing your head against his chest. His heart sounds like its going to break out of his ribs.

“Rest before you get hungry”

You smirk a little, closing your eyes. You have a feeling you’ll have a big appetite.

[cas-skz]

Light On

Pairing: Jackson Wang x (fem)Reader Genre: Fluff, Smut Summary: Jackson returns home after traveling. To his surprise, you're waiting for him Word Count: 1,830 Warnings/Tags: 18+, MDNI, Established Relationship, Alcohol, Unprotected sex

Prompted by/Inspo: The moment Jackson Wang made everyone want to wait at home for him Written by: @littleforeignaffairs

Coming home always felt more tiring than traveling itself. Jackson pressed the 6 digit code of the mechanical lock, the muted beeping the loudest sound in the night. The door clicks open and he trudges inside. The house is fairly dark, though he always leaves a light on for his return. A dim light shines from the hallway, brightening in the study.

Jackson sets his bag down on the bottom of the stairs, following the trail of light to his study. He slides one of the French doors open, squeaks echoing through the room. He leans against the door frame, arms crossing over his chest.

He sighs softly, looking around at the bare room. It’s really the only room of the house he uses. All of his work lays within these shelves. A pair of slim arms creeps around Jackson’s waist, hands clasping at his stomach. He smiles gently, feeling the warmth of your body and head press against his back.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to be here”

He whispers, turning in your hold. His arms wrap around you, resting his head on yours as he holds you close.

“It wouldn’t be a very good surprise then, would it?” You step back from his hold and take his hands in yours. “Come” You say, swinging his hands, walking backwards from the study.

Jackson obliges happily. He no longer drags his feet as you lug him around the house. His energy seems to have been restored by your presence and hold. He curls his fingers with yours, looking at your choice of outfit. It’s the middle of the night, so your clothing was minimal. An old GOT7 shirt, 2 sizes too big for you, and a pair of fuzzy slippers.

He always thought it was cheesy that you kept and wore his merch. But you secretly always thought he liked it. He smiles fondly, half chuckling. You glance over your shoulder at him

“Hm?”

He shakes his head gently. You smile back at him and drag him upstairs to the master en-suite. Flickering candles are placed in various corners of the room, lighting the room just enough. The beige claw foot tub filled with hot water and a soft lavender fragrant foam. Jackson looks to you, a wave of surprise, followed by confusion washing over his face

“I keep in contact with your driver” You smile proudly. Jackson chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Come” You demand, just like before.

You grab the waist of his shirt, bringing him over to the tub. You slip your hands underneath the fabric, sliding your hands up his body to remove his shirt. You place a gentle kiss on his lips, then nod towards the bath.

You turn away, back facing Jackson to pour him a short class of Maotai. Jackson finishes undressing and steps into the water. He sighs softly , sinking into the water. You scuff your feet, moving back to the side of the tub. You sit on the edge, handing him the class. Jackson makes a groan of pleasure, his eyes squint with elation.

“My fucking Queen”

You giggle softly, watching him take a drink. You grab a wash cloth from the basket behind you, drenching it in the water. You wring out the water over his shoulders, letting it roll off his skin. You tilt his head back a small amount, doing the same with his hair, getting it wet.

Jackson’s eyes slowly close when you begin to massage his scalp, working the shampoo into a thick lather. He sighs a soft moan, lips curving into a small smile. Your finger s travel down the nape of his neck and under his chin to tilt his head back. You touch your lips to Jackson’s, letting an infinite moment pass before kissing him tenderly. You run your thumb on his jawline, allowing your lips to linger a little longer.

You break the connection, and smile down at him before pecking his forehead. Jackson chuckles quietly, using the moment to take another sip from his glass. You rinse Jackson’s hair with a gentle flow from the shower head and allow him to relax.

Jackson was only quiet a few minutes before he beckoned you to the side of the tub once again. You sit at the edge, facing him,

“You want me to grab something-“

You didn’t get your full sentence out before Jackson’s arm slips around your waist, pulling you into the warm water on top of him. You let out a shriek with a laugh quickly following. You wipe the water droplets from your face, looking to Jackson who's wearing your favourite big goofy grin. You shove him playfully,

“You’re supposed to be relaxing, but instead you insist I get drenched”

Jackson holds you closer to his body, planting gentle kisses over your face. He rests his forehead to your temple

“I need you here to relax” He whispers.

You sigh dramatically, kicking your slippers off so they wouldn’t get wet as well. You carefully slide your body around to face Jackson, straddling him.

You dip your hands into the water, placing them on his stomach, gliding up over his chest. The water rinses over his chest, your eyes watching goosebumps rise on his skin. Jackson’s hands land on your hips, squeezing them gently.

“You know, I missed you” He brings his face closer to yours. His doe eyes meet yours. You closed the gap a little more, glancing to his lips, then back to his eyes.

“Mm” You cup his face gently “How much did you miss me”

Jackson took this as his cue. He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pressing his lips to yours. You can’t help but smile towards the affection he shows you. His hands raise up from the water, dampening your hair as he pets it back. He then holds your face as if it’s the most fragile piece of art.

Jackson deepens the kiss, his nose colliding into yours. You rest your arms on his shoulder, finger tips toying with the hair at his neck. A sigh escapes your lips as they part; Jackson nips at your bottom lip turning the sigh into a soft moan.

His hands trail down your body, arms wrapping around your waist. You lean your drenched shirt covered chest against his, hips pushing down ever so slightly. But it was enough. The simple movement caused Jackson to start stiffening underneath you.

You both had been separated for almost a month; a little bit longer. You know he is going to be leaving again before the week is through. You didn’t want to state it to him verbally, but you miss his touch as much as he misses yours.

One of your hands submerges into the tub, pulling the shirt up your stomach. You grab one of Jackson’s hands in yours, dragging his fingers down to your pussy, still covered by your panties. You slide the fabric to the side, letting his nimble fingers graze over your clit.

You breathe in sharply, Jackson’s touch electrifying through your veins. Your walls clench, begging to feel something against them. You grind your hips slowly against Jackson’s semi hard cock and hand. You pull the heavy shirt off your body, letting it hang on the side of the tub.

Your nipples hardening at the temperature change from the damp shirt, to the air, it only made you feel more aroused when the grazed against Jackson’s chest. You moan softly on his plump lips, his tongue swiftly slipping against yours.

“Don’t make me wait any longer..” You whisper breathlessly.

And he doesn’t. With flexed arms, Jackson manages to easily rip your panties. You gasp a little, water from the bath sloshing with the violent movement. Jackson wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you down on his cock.

His other hand grips the nape of your neck, forehead resting to yours. He groans at your tight walls, suctioning around his length. You swallow hard, slowly rolling your hips. Jackson’s jaw drops open, another groan passing his lips.

You press your lips to his eagerly, arms around his neck. You hold him tightly, not leaving any room between your chests for even a piece of paper to slip down. Your pussy quickly begins contracting around Jackson, wanting to cum already. He always felt good inside you. But these moments are your favourite; when he comes home.

You quicken your pace. Jackson slides his hand down onto your ass, squeezing it slightly, helping you ride his cock.

“Jackson” You moan shakily.

He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in. Your head falls back, fingers curling into his skin. Jackson pulls you down, making your hips grind into him harder. You press your lips together tightly, trying to keep yourself from making any noise.

Jackson jerks a little under your body. He moans in your neck, his cock twitching inside you. Your head nudges against his, making him look to you.

“Cum with me” You whisper.

You clench your walls tightly, your climax rising closer. Jackson kisses you lustfully. His hands land on your hips, fitting perfectly as he rocks them. Water waves against your motions, splashing over the edge to the floor. Your body begins to tense. You arch your back, letting out a slight whimper.

Jackson grips your hips, taking control of your movements. His body jerks again, and he makes a pleasuring grunt. His cock convulses inside you, shooting cum in unison. He slows your hips, breathing heavily. You grab his face to kiss him, your own orgasm shivering through your body.

4 Pairs of limbs intertwine, heavy breathing echoing in a mismatched rhythm. You slide off Jackson with a small moan, and settle partially on top of him. You rest your head on his firm chest, his heart beating sporadically. You kiss his skin gently, and he reciprocates with the top of your head.

“We should get out..” He murmurs dryly. The water has become cool, and the tub was half empty. You pout playfully and close your eyes.

"Mm!" You whine.

Jackson chuckles, placing another sweet kiss on your head. He sits up, getting out from the tub, helping you out as well. He grabs a pair of robes hanging from a rack. He wraps one around you first, bringing it up around your cheeks. He smiles at you, kissing your nose before wrapping himself in a robe.

"Come" He says, only partially mocking you.

"I'll make you breakfast after you get some sleep"

"Why? Cant I just eat you?" Jackson grabs at your ass teasingly.

You shriek a laugh, trying to dodge his hands. You point a finger at him, walking backwards into the bedroom.

"Jackson! Don't make me punish you"

His lips pucker into a soft pout, following you like a puppy. You giggle at him again and hop onto the bed. Jackson grins, close behind you, finally ready to relax.

[cas-skz]

Risk It

Pairing: Wooyoung x (f)Reader

Summary: You wont let your friendship stop you from acting on his very obvious crush on you, anymore.

Word Count: 1,591

Warnings: 18+ , MDNI, AU, Alcohol, Intercourse, "Light" BDSM, "Light" Female Dom, Language

Written By: @littleforeignaffairs

“Why aren’t you dating him?”

“Because I would absolutely destroy him.”

You look over at the boys, drinks in hand as they chat. Wooyoung is handsome. Pretty even. His smile is kind, and his eyes light up like a child at play.

“He’d be into that. That boy crumbles at your feet”

You take a long drink from your glass, eyes still watching Wooyoung. Your friend groups have overlapped since first year. Now in third, you both still shamelessly flirt with each other, yet neither of you make a move.

Wooyoung notices you watching him. His cheeks flush and his wide grin turns shy. He looks down at his glass swirling it. The guys notice Woo’s change in mood and start teasing him. Another frat party almost dead, and you’re ready to take the chance.

You empty your glass, handing it off to your friend.

“Don’t wait up.”

You prowl over to Wooyoung, staring him down. It takes a moment for him to notice you coming. But when he does, he swallows hard. You grab his wrist tightly dragging him behind you without a second thought.

The first empty bedroom you find, you throw him into. You slam the door shut and push him up against the wall. Your leg lays between his, pressed up against his crotch. You feel a small twitch. You smirk a little looking over his face.

Woo breathes out shakily, licking his lips. You raise up on your tip toes, leaning your body onto his. Your hands slide up over his chest, you can feel his heart pounding. Your faces are so close you can feel Wooyoung’s breath on your lips.

“Don’t look so nervous”

You whisper.

You scan his face, he looks eager.

With no hesitation, Wooyoung touches his lips to yours. They taste bitter from his beer, but they’re soft to the touch. His body sinks against the wall as you deepen the kiss. Wooyoung’s hands land on your waist.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

You challenge him.

You take a step back, hand pushing his chest, holding him back.

You look over Wooyoung’s body, tilting your head. Your eyes stop at the waist of his jeans. You make eye contact with him again, your nimble fingers undoing his belt. You yank his belt through the loops, not breaking your stare.

“Don’t touch”

You raise your brows at him. A small smile curves his pink lips.

His dark eyes fill with hunger. You pull the waist of his jeans, guiding him over to the bed. You shove him down, and climb on top of him, straddling his waist. He is completely hard underneath you now. You take his belt in your teeth, before grabbing both his wrists. You wrap the belt around his wrists, buckling it at the tightest hole then wrapping the excess leather around.

You raise his bonded hands above his head.

 Wooyoung nods in agreement. You smile slyly at him, cupping his face with one hand. You run your thumb over the beauty mark on his cheek. You lean down over him

“Don’t. Touch.”

 You repeat.

You trail your lips along his jaw and down by his ear. Your hands glide down his body, slipping underneath his shirt. You smile against his ear, feeling his toned stomach then further up to his chest. You hear Wooyoung hold his breath when your thumb from one hand runs over a nipple. It’s hard under the pads of your fingers, circling it playfully.  He sighs softly, his body wriggling under yours. You squeeze his pecs, sinking your nails into his skin. His sigh, turns into a groan.

“Good boy”

You praise before barely touching your lips to his.

You glance up to his face. His cheeks flushed and eyes closed, you continue on. You lower your face to his bare neck, leaving sloppy kisses while you hand massages his chest. You suck his skin, rendering another groan from him. The sounds he make turn you on, and you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to play with him.

You slide your hand up Wooyoung’s chest, reaching his neck. Your fingers curl around it gently at the same moment you grind your pelvis into his. Woo strains under you, the sound of rubbing leather makes you grin. He lifts his hips, breathing out shakily, before taking another deep breath in. Your free hand pulls at the button of his jeans, popping them open.

Your eyes catch Wooyoung’s adams apple bobbing as your fingers crawl under his clothing. His cock is hot to the touch, damp with pre cum. You dab at the tip of his head, breathing through your teeth. Wooyoung gasps a short moan, flinching from your touch. You sit up some to look at him.

“Sensitive, are we?”

“Who wouldn’t be when it's you who's got them like this”

You smirk at his response, sliding your body down his. You grip the waist of his bottoms, pulling them off as you go. Wooyoung’s cock bounces out, free from the restricting fabric. You gaze in admiration, running a single finger down his shaft. He pulls his hips backward, a natural response to the sensitivity. You narrow your eyes, watching his cock twitch.

“You’re not going to come this quickly, are you?”

Woo bites down hard on his lip, shaking his head. You crawl up his body again, hovering over him. You grip his face firmly, making him look at you.

He doesn’t answer you, avoiding eye contact. You give his head a little shake to make him look at you again. You raise your brows, prompting him to answer. Wooyoung nods slowly. You scoff a playful laugh, letting go of his face with a little push. You sit up, letting your weight fall onto his cock.

“Are you that eager to fuck me?”

You smile, noticing his face burn a bright red.

“Do you like me that much?”

You scan the room, before rolling off him. Nightstand. Should always be in the nightstand. You pull open the drawer. Jackpot. You glance over your shoulder at Woo, holding up a condom to his view. Like an excited child, you roll back onto the bed, back on top of him. You hold the condom between your 2 fingers, tapping it onto his nose.

“I guess I’ll do this for you”

You open the wrapper with your teeth, tossing it aside. Positioning yourself between his legs, you place the condom on the tip of his head. You roll it down slowly with a slight grip to your hand. Wooyoung shivers. You grin, stroking his cock a few times.

You peel your clothing off, not wanting to wait any longer. Straddling Wooyoung once again, you grip his face.

Before he can make any response, you lower yourself, pushing his cock inside you. You both moan in unison. A shiver runs down your spine with the tight fit and the pulsing of Woo’s cock. He’s bigger than you thought. But its possible that with the anticipation and built up sexual tension between you two, it just made everything feel that much better.

“Keep your eyes on me”

You demand him

You place your hands under his shirt, lifting it up over his chest. You lean down to kiss his skin, beginning to ride him. Your fingers curl, a hand on each pec and you sit up straight. You arch your back, rolling your hips slowly. Wooyoung, as he was told, keeps watching you. Out of your peripherals you can see his hands clenching and extending.

Smiling, you push your hips down to his, clenching your walls around his length. Wooyoung grits his teeth, cursing under his breath.

“Tell me”

You pant

“How do I feel, after waiting so long?”

Your hand slides up onto Wooyoung’s neck, gripping it gently.

“It feels good”

He murmurs

You lean over, touching your forehead to Woo’s

“I can’t hear you”

“You feel fucking amazing”

Woo moans, raising his voice.

He parts his lips on yours, forcing his tongue passed yours. He lifts his hands, bringing them down and around you. His arms tighten around your body holding it against his.

“I should let you fuck me instead”

You whisper, before pressing your lips hungrily.

You moan quietly, his hold suddenly melting you. You nudge his head with yours, burying your face into his neck. Your stomach tightens, goosebumps rising on your skin. Your climax approaching steadily.

Wooyoung obliges immediately. He raises his hips, thrusting into you fast, and hard.

“Make me come”

You sigh

The sounds of your juices flowing only made your orgasm build faster. Your pussy contracts quickly around Wooyoung’s cock. He pushes his head on yours, groaning. The sound of him groaning pushes a wave of pleasure through your body. You tense, a high pitched moan escaping your lips. Your cum soaks Woo’s cock and pelvis. He groans again, arms holding your waist down into him.

“Oh”

You gasp. It was unexpecting. But it felt so good.

As you both come down, you lay limp, breathing heavily into each other. You shakily sit yourself up to look at Wooyoung. You push his sweat dampened hair off his forehead. He lets out an airy laugh, grinning that pretty smile. You smile back at him before leaning down again to tenderly kiss his lips.

“Fuck”

He grunts. His cock begins pulsing inside you, body jerking with each pulsation.

You part from him, leaving little room between your faces. You scan his face.

“You should take me on a date”

[cas-skz]

Halftime Show

Pairing: Han Jisung x (fem)Reader

Summary: The relationship between you and your brother's best friend is no longer innocent

Word Count: 1,836

Warnings/Tags: MDNI, Talk of Alcohol, Language, Light Smut, Suggestive Content

Written by: @littleforeignaffairs

Saturday nights are your favourite. It was the one night a week you took for yourself to practice some “self care”. To you, that was popping a bag of popcorn and having a few drinks while watching the game. It was something you took from your childhood. Your older brothers and twin, Evan, used to spend Saturday evenings together with your father doing the same thing. You were quite young when you started joining in; really you only cared about the popcorn.

Now, it’s the nostalgia and the game itself. Of course, the popcorn and beer help. Your slipper scuff against the hardwood as you make your way to the living room. Your arms wrapped around a bowl of popcorn, you lean your head down sticking your tongue out to pick up a piece. The front door opens just as you reach the couch.

“Hey” the familiar voice spoke.

Han has been your brother’s best friend since middle school. The two are attached at the hip, just as much as you and Evan are. So naturally when you and Evan got accepted into the same college, Han was close behind. You and Evan share an apartment just off campus. Though Han lives in a dorm, he is often at your place.

“He’s not home yet” You plop yourself onto the couch, a few pieces of popcorn falling from the bowl. You furrow your brows, angrily looking at your fallen snack.

“You know how he is” You pick up the popcorn from the couch, pushing them into your mouth “ you may as well hang out” You look over your shoulder at Han, who’s smiling at you. “What the fuck are you grinning at”

“Nothing” He shrugs, finally walking into the house to sit on the couch with you. He groans a sigh of relief, as if he hasn’t been able to sit in hours.

“Rough day” you mock, side eyeing him.

“The worst. I had to work and everything”

You roll your eyes, slipping some more popcorn in your mouth. He chuckles a little, hand reaching into your bowl. You swat at his hand, giving it a little slap.

“Hey, come on. Why no share?”

You smirk looking over at him. Han holds his slapped hand against his body, pretending to sulk.

“Quit being such a moocher”

Han huffs a little, sinking into the couch. He focuses his attention onto the game, still partially sulking. You enjoy teasing Han as much as he enjoys teasing you. He knows how to be cute and play the innocent card. It usually made you just want to tease him more. You take a piece of popcorn, bringing it to his lips. He flinches a little, glancing at you.

“You wanted some? So, eat eat, you eat”

You smile slightly, the confused look on Hans face growing. He parts his lips a little and you place it into his mouth. You keep your gaze on him, taking another piece into your own mouth. You laugh lightly.

“What’s wrong with you”

Han chews slowly, his face turning pink.

“I don’t know, you’ve never done that before”

You shrug a little, turning your attention to the game.

“You’re not a stranger to me, why can’t I feed you” Han clears his throat, sitting up some. He starts to speak, but you hop up quickly, interrupting him “Drinks”

You scuffle back into the kitchen, remembering you had left the beer on the counter. You grab an extra one from the fridge, now that Han is here. You grin at him , hand extending out towards him, a can in your hand.

“Here” you prompt him.

Han slowly takes it from you, his eyes looking over your body. You imitate him, looking at yourself too. You’re wearing your usual home attire, a college sweater and a pair of your old volleyball shorts.

“Whats wrong?” You ask, as you sit back down next to him. Your weight on the couch shifts Han closer to you. “You’re being a little weird tonight”

Han’s eyes are casted downwards on your legs. He rubs his neck nervously. “Aren’t your shorts… a little short?” he murmured softly

You tilt your head a little “I’m at home, it’s only us here”

He looks up to meet your eyes, and nods gently “Mm, youre right”

“Why are you concerned” You start, shifting closer to him. You lower your voice softer “Am I distracting you”

Han’s eyes shift from your eyes to your lips a few times. His lips part a little as he breathes out shakily, struggling to make any words. You smirk a little, leaning back into your original position. Han relaxes some, clearing his throat. He grabs one of the throw pillows from beside him. He places it on his lap, shifting away from you.

You glance over at Han again. His face looked flushed and shimmery. You both always tease each other, but he has never reacted like he is now. You begin to wonder if you make him feel uncomfortable. You feel terrible. He’s your brothers best friend, you don’t want him to be upset with you.

“Hannie” You slide to the end of the couch, turning to face him. You rest your hand on his knee. Han looks at your hand, then meets your gaze. “I’m sorry, did I make you feel uncomfortable”

Han swallows hard. He stays silent for a moment, then sighs heavily. He rubs the bridge of his nose.

“No. Its actually the opposite” He licks his lips, then presses them together tightly.

You scan his face, not fully understanding what he was saying. Han’s eyes glance down at the pillow on his lap, then back to yours. You look to the pillow, and finally realize. You gasp a little, pulling your hand back.

“Oh”

Your reaction makes Han blush even harder. He chuckles awkwardly. You admit to yourself that you have thought about it before. You and Han are incredibly close, he’s cute, kind and fit. You just never thought that he could see you in that way being your brother’s friend.

“Sorry, I can go if-“ “Don’t”

Han looks at you. His dark eyes seem so soft, yet there's a hint of sadness. You look back down at the pillow, slowly taking it off his lap. You sit closer to Han, placing your hand on his upper thigh. Han looks to your hand, then back at you.

“What are you doing” He whispers

You lean in closer, looking at Han’s lips. They’re parted slightly, you can feel his breath rapidly hitting your lips. You meet his gaze again, then gently kiss him. Han doesn’t react. You pull back slowly to look at him. The sadness has left his eyes, and is now replaces with a glimmer of hope. You bring your lips back onto his, and this time, Han returns the kiss.

Han breathes in sharply, bringing a hand up to your cheek. You part your lips on his, letting him slip his tongue across yours. Your hand squeezes his thigh gently before cautiously gliding up further. You can feel the bulge twitching underneath his sweat pants. It turns you on…

You get up on your knees, leaning your body onto Han. You pull at the waistband of his sweats, slipping your hand under the fabric. You go straight for skin, rubbing your palm over Han’s still hardening cock. Han’s chest puffs with a deep breathe in when you touch him. He grabs hold of your wrist, pulling his head back to look at you, concerned.

“Don’t do this because you think you have to”

You shake your head gently, kissing Han again. “I want to” you breathe on his lips “So, please, let me”

Your fingers curl around Han, slowly beginning to pump your hand. Han’s eyes flutter shut, head falling back. A quiet moan escapes his lips, you eagerly muffle the sounds with your own. One of Han’s hands lands at the small of your back, sliding down to rest on your ass. He gives a gently squeeze, groaning on your lips.

You smile, loving that you’re making Han feel good in this way. You bring your hand to the top of his head, taking his precum to use as lube. You feel his body shiver under you, the sensitivity building. Your free hand grabs Han’s hand, guiding it towards your pussy. Just the thought of making him touch you is making you more wet.

You separate your lips from his, so he can look at you. You nibble at your bottom lip, grazing his hand up your inner thigh. You push his hand into your shorts, watching his eyes become more eager. His fingers slide down over your clit. You lips part slowly, continuing his fingers over your opening. You breathe in deeply before sliding 2 of his fingers inside you. Your eyes close. A shaky moan pairs with a throaty groan from Han.

“Fuck..” He murmurs

You lean over, resting your forehead on Han’s. His touch creates butterflies in your stomach. Your breathing is uneven as Han moves his fingers in and out of you. Your hand grips his cock a little tighter, quickening the pace. Hans eyes, filled with lust, looks over your body. He moves his hand from you ass , up your body to the nape of your neck. He pulls you into a kiss, sighing a heavy moan.

A shiver runs through your body, your walls clenching around Han’s finger. You whine, biting at his bottom lip. His hand moves faster, liquid streaming down over his wrist. Your hips begin to move involuntarily, riding his hand.

“Han” You plead “I want to feel you”

Han glances over your face, studying it, confirming you were sure. He licks his lips, pulling his fingers out of you. Both his hands begin guiding your hips back, Han raising up to get onto of you.

The doorknob rattles with the jingle of keys. Han pulls back, just as you push him off you. He grabs the pillow once again, covering his throbbing erection. You slide as far away from Han as possible. The door swings open and Evan walks through.

He stops, staring at the two of you on the couch. You chew on your finger, pretending to be focused on the game. Han casually looks over his shoulder, giving an upward nod

“Hey” he murmurs

“You couldn’t wait so you replaced me, huh?” Evan scoffs jokingly.

“She’s cuter than you” Han shrugs

Your cheeks burn red. You were already embarrassed, almost getting caught having sex with Evans best friend. But now he’s openly flirting. Evan rolls his eyes.

“Whatever you say man. Lemme take a shower and we can head out”

Evan walks down the hall, directly to the bathroom. You hear the door clicks shut. You jump up quickly, grabbing Han’s wrist. You guide him towards your room

“We have 15 minutes”

[cas-skz]

Halftime Show pt 2

Pairing: Han Jisung x (fem)Reader

Summary: (Part One) The relationship between you and your brother's best friend is no longer innocent

Writers Note: This part is a bit messy. Very word vomit. I will probably take the time to rewrite it in the future

Word Count: 2,267

Warnings/Tags: MDNI, 18+, Safe Sex, Language

Written By: @littleforeignaffairs

You shove Han into your room, pushing him onto the bed. You smirk down at him and point.

“Just wait, one second”

You back out the door, shutting it behind you. Down the hall a short ways, you can hear the hum of the shower. You stare at the bathroom door, walking towards Evan’s room. You push his door open, he never closed it all the way. Looking around you start opening a few drawers.

“Shit, Evan. Come on”

You think a moment longer, walking towards the bed.  You kneel beside it, slipping your hand under the mattress. You furrow your brows, sliding your hand around. Finally the sharpness of the plastic prices your finger. You laugh to yourself pulling out the row of condoms.

You rip the row in half, stuffing them back underneath the mattress. You give it a satisfactory pat as you stand and sneak back to your room.

Han is still on your bed, leaning back on his elbows. He eyes you as you walk in. You grin, holding up the few condoms, your other hand moves behind you, turning the lock. Han chuckles an airy laugh, his head falling back some.

You toss the condoms on the bed beside Han, and carefully straddle his waist. You keep your eyes on Han, easing your shirt over your head. The smile on his lips dissipates, but his eyes still watch you with wonder. Your cheeks begin to feel hot, seeing him look at you like that.

Han wraps one arm around the small of your back and sits himself up. His lips part slightly, glancing from your eyes to lips. His free hand raises to tuck some hair behind your ear, then rests on your cheek. You suddenly feel nervous. You’ve known Han for so long, but this sweet side of him, you’ve never experienced first hand.

You smile softly down at him as he raises his chin up. He returns the smile, softly touching his lips to yours. The pads of his fingers trail up your spine, goosebumps rising over your full body. You rest your arms on Han’s shoulders, loosely wrapping them around his neck. Both yours and Han’s breathing becomes sporadic, noticing him become more hungry.

He parts his lips on your, moving his tongue into your mouth. His kisses become deeper. His arm pulls you in closer, closing the gap between your bodies. Your hands drop to Han’s waist, sneaking underneath his shirt. You lift it over his head, dropping the cloth to the floor before pressing your chest onto his.

Han’s rests both his hands on your hips. Without hesitation, your hips begin to roll, grinding against him. Han’s hands grip your skin, guiding your hips slowly. He groans against your lips, hardening underneath you. You bring your hands onto Han’s shoulders, squeezing them slightly before gliding them over his chest.

You break your lips from Han’s looking over his face. His lips, red and shiny from your kisses. His eyes dark, but soft, watching you just as closely as you are him. You look down at his bare chest, your finger tips circling his skin. You’ve seen him topless before. Numerous times you’ve played sports and swam with him and Evan. But in the current situation, you feel shy.

You chew on your lip, taking him in. One of his hands trails up your back, fingers playing with the clasp of your bra.

You smile softly with his concern for consent. You nod gently. Han unhooks your bra with ease, it surprises you a little. You knew that Han has had girlfriends in the past, you just never took into consideration that he was experienced.

“May I…”

He asked cautiously.

His hands raise up onto your shoulders, slowly sliding your bra straps down your arms. Though his hands are warm, they still cause goosebumps to rise. You allow your bra to fall off your chest, exposing your breasts. They’re nothing extravagant, but you still thought they look nice. Your nipples perked with the touch of the cool air. Han lowers his gaze, one hand cupping a breast, running his thumb over your nipple. You feel a slight twitch underneath you.

You turn your head away from him, cheeks blazing. Han removes his hand, resting it back onto your waist.

You shake your head a little, laughing through your nose

“I’m sorry”

He whispers

Han nods a little, his thumb running over the skin of your hip. He moves his face a little closer to yours. His eyes examine your face.

“No. I just feel shy”

You chew at your lip again, looking back to meet Han’s gaze

“I just never imagined this would happen. You know, you and I..”

Your stomach flips. You don’t think he could make you feel any more nervous, or blush any deeper. You take Han’s hands and slide them up your body, back onto your breasts. He immediately begins to massage them gently. You nudge your nose against Han’s before placing your lips to his. There is no build up in this kiss. Han returns the kiss eagerly, though his hands stay gentle.

“What if I told you, that I hoped it would”

Han raises his brows, waiting for your reaction.

You shift in Han’s lap, the wetness of your shorts rubbing against you. A quiet moan slips from your lips. With that, Han wraps an arm under your leg, the other around your back. He flips you onto the bed, Han now on top of you. The action surprises you, rendering a gasp, but it also excited you. Han smirks, his fingers carefully pushing away some hair off your forehead.

He begins to kiss your neck softly, leaving behind a shimmery trail. His lips move down over your clavicle, between your breasts, reaching your belly button. You breathe in deeply, eyes fluttering shut with anticipation. Han’s fingers hook onto the waist band of your shorts, pulling them down slightly. His lips run along your hip bone, eyes glancing up to look at your face.

Han licks his lips and places a small kiss on your skin. Then another. And a third. Each kiss making your knot in your core grow tighter. You look down at Han, running your fingers through his hair. He pulls your bottoms down more, and you lift your hips, allowing him to remove them completely. Han positions himself between your legs, his hands sliding over your thighs. You press your lips together tightly, holding any possible noise you may make.

Han touches his lips to your inner thigh. Your walls clench around nothing, suddenly becoming aware with how wet you are. Han carefully opens your legs a little more, wanting to see as much as he could. You watch as his eyes glance up to look at you, then back down at your pussy. His pointer finger runs over your wet opening. You flinch under his touch, your hips pulling back.

A cocky grin pulls at Han’s lips. You can tell that he knows how sensitive you are right now. His finger taps at your clit, a string of your essence pulling along. You lean up, grabbing Han’s arm and pulling him back up on top of you.

You kiss him desperately, wrapping your fingers around him. He is hot, and wet. Both you and Han work at pulling his bottoms off before positioning himself between your legs once again. Han rests his body on yours, his bare cock poking your entrance. It feels so good, you could easily push him inside of you. Han is getting eager too, allowing the tip of his head to rub against you more. Your hand searches on the bed for the condom. Upon finding it, you open it quickly.

“Don’t tease me”

You whine

“Please..”

Your hand slips into Han’s pants, finding his erection.

Han lifts his hips off yours. You use both hands to roll the condom on, giving his length a few good pumps. Without hesitating any longer, Han hooks your knee over his shoulder and pushes inside you. A long, loud moan leaves your lips. You quickly cover your mouth, Han chuckling at your reaction. He’s tight inside you, but it isn’t uncomfortable. Han buries his face in your neck and slowly thrusts.

You wrap your arms around Han’s body, rocking with him. Tiny moans and grunts exit both of you between each thrust. Han nips at your neck, which only extended your pleasure. Your fingers curl on his back, digging into his skin slightly. You turn your head, searching for Han’s lips. When you find them, you push your tongue along his, breathing sharply through your nose.

Han cradles the back of your head with one hand, gripping your hair slightly.  A deep groan travels up his throat, his body tensing on top of you. You slide your leg from off his shoulder, wrapping it around Han’s waist, pulling him harder into you.

His sounds make you grin to yourself. You clench around him, rendering another groan from Han. You nudge your head against Han’s, your lips moving to his ear

“Shit"

He curses under labored breathing.

Han hisses through his teeth. He props himself up some, using the bed and your hip as leverage. Your leg assists with bringing Han’s hips against yours. You hold him close, grinding your dampness against him. You lick your lips, watching Hans face closely. His face is flushed, a light gleam of sweat on his brow and chest. His visual only makes you feel hotter. You want to watch him, but your eyes refuse to stay open, pleasure building inside you. You breathe out a higher pitched moan, arching your back off the bed.

“Make me cum”

You moan quietly.

His lips are partially separated, keeping a close eye on your expressions. You feel his body tensing on top of you, his motions becoming quicker. You clench your walls around him, making him groan again.

"Han"

You sigh, opening your eyes again.

“I’ll cum if you keep doing that”

You wrap your other leg around Han’s waist, and pull his body down on yours. You grind your hips up into him, legs refusing to let him free. His breathing hitches, and his body jerks. Your hands cup Han’s face, looking him over.

Your arms hold his body close, fingers tangling into the hair at his nape. A shiver runs through your body, closing into your orgasm. As if on cue, Han becomes rigid. He grunts, his cock convulsing inside you. You continue to rub against him, riding out his orgasm, and pushing into yours. Another shiver builds up, causing your whole body to shudder.

"Cum with me"

Your lips collide into Han’s.

Unintentionally, your lips break from Han’s a sighing moan escaping. You breathe shakily on his mouth, eyes heavy with lust. The wetness from your orgasm drips from you as your hips slow down. You can still feel Han twitching inside you, his body now relaxed but vibrating. He props himself up to look at you. He laughs an airy chuckle, petting the hair back from your face.

You smile at him as well, before placing a tender kiss on his lips. Then a quick peck on his cheek. Han shifts a bit, pulling out of you, causing you both to quietly moan. He rolls off you, laying next to you. You turn your head to look at him. His eyes closed and he breathed heavily to calm himself down.

Suddenly, you felt shy again. You sit up quickly and grab your shirt to put back on. Han feels the movement of the bed and looks to you. He sits slowly, and places a hand on your lap. You look down to his hand then to his face, your own face becoming warm. He opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by the sound of Evan calling to Han before entering his own bedroom.

You push his hand off you and grab your shorts off the floor. You pull them on and head out your door, without taking a second look at Han behind you. You return to your seat on the couch before Evan comes from his room. Evan looks at you, then looks around. He furrows his brows a little, resuming eye contact with you. You raise a hand, pointing in a random direction.

“Oh, he-“

Evan cocks his head a little

“I needed her notes”

Han joins you two, a booklet in his hand

“You guys aren’t in any classes together, why would you need her notes”

You know Evan isn’t stupid. And he isn’t stupid enough to believe such a menial lie. As if Han had the excuse prepared, he lifted the booklet up

“No, we aren’t. But her cellular bio notes are still going to help in my next module”

Clever. You smirk to yourself glancing down at your hands. You meet Han’s eyes again, and he winks. You feel like a teenager, your stomach flipping. Evan nods a little.

You swat his hand, but your eyes remain on Han. His eyes are on his phone, but gives you a quick glance before slipping it into his pocket. Your phone lights up on the table in front of you. You look to your phone, then back to Han. He smirks a little, following Evan out, closing the door behind them.

“Right, well, lets head out”

He heads towards he door, giving your head a pat

“Don’t wait up”

You pick up your phone, sliding it open

"Wait up. Then come to mine"

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Enigma Part 4

Song Mingi x (fem)Reader

Series Summary: Song Mingi is a mystery to you. A man with morals, to a certain extent. The method to his madness isn't typical: Violence, threats, and crime. After the first time you encounter him, he's got you locked in. The first encounter, wont be the last.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, MDNI, Suggestive Content, Language, Use of alcohol, Violence

Word Count: 2k

Written By: @littleforeignaffairs

Part 1 | 2 | 3

Having Tiffany as your mentor is beginning to benefit you.  She’s still a stranger to you, but she’s taking care of you like you see her do with the other girls. The day was long, but fun. Tiffany showed you so much you thought your head was going to explode.  She sent you home around supper hour, but hinted to you that you should come back and see how the night works.

The house is lonesome with Tiffany gone, despite having some of Mingi’s men hanging around you. Even having Mingi in the house would be a little bit of an upgrade. You check yourself out in your mirror, giving yourself a nod of approval. When you walk out your of your bedroom, you’re face to face with one of Mingi’s burliest men.

He gives you a look of disapproval. You poke your cheek with your tongue, rolling your eyes.

“I’m going back to the club to see Tiffany” You try to take a step, but the man doesn’t move. You furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest “I can’t go anywhere without you anyway, so why are you stopping me”

The man looks you over, glancing at your outfit of choice. He breathes in sharply through his teeth.

“Not sure the boss would like you going out like that”

“Jesus, what is it with you guys. I’m going to a club" You push past the man “Now hurry up, I’m losing precious drinking time”

Prime time is usually anywhere between 11:30pm and 3am. You manage to arrive before the patrons end up getting too drunk and sloppy. Usually it was perfect for you. Perfect timing to find buyers. But it dawns on you that you’re here for yourself, not to work for Lee. You actually feel a little bit lost. You stay close to the bar, letting men buy you drinks.

It isn’t until the alcohol starts to kick in that you remember what happened the other night. You stare down at your near empty glass, then around at the bar. Tiffany is preoccupied with orders and patrons. You decide to only order your own drinks now, and only receive them from Tiffany.

It’s not quite last call, but you’ve hit your limit. You feel good. Really good. You slide yourself away from the bar and begin roaming around the room. A lot of the men are handsome, wealthy, and presumably lonely. You wonder why Mingi is trying to keep you from working with them.

You make eye contact with one of the men. He already has a hostess with him, but his stare invites you over. Until a tight grip wraps around your wrist, dragging you away.

“Hey”

You struggle against the grip, looking up to the back of the owner. You groan, recognizing the wide shoulders. Mingi half tosses you into an open room, slamming the door behind you both. You rub your wrist, raising a brow at him.

“If you wanted to get me alone, you could’ve just said so”

Mingi runs his tongue over his bottom lip, breathing in deeply. His hands land on his hips, accentuating how thin his waist is. You never really had the chance to look over his physique, you two were always busy arguing. You tilt your head slightly, looking him over. You can’t tell if it’s the buzz of the alcohol, but he suddenly appears more attractive.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is stern

You smile softly at him. He watches you closely when you start taking a few steps towards him. His anger dissipates, and confusion washes over his expression. He notices your eyes, slightly glazed. Cheeks, flushed.

“You’re drunk” He murmurs when you stop right under his nose.

“Of course. I’m at a club, why wouldn’t I drink”

“What are you doing here” He repeats. His words are slower this time.

Your eyes glance down at his chest. His dress shirt is partially unbuttoned, showing his skin. You raise your hand up, grazing the tips of your fingers on his chest. Mingi grabs your wrist, gripping it tightly. Your brows bounce up, a conniving smile curling your lips. You lift your chin, bringing your face closer to  his.

“I wanted to see you” You coo

Mingi releases your wrist, practically pushing it away. You can’t help but giggle at his reaction. You sway in front of him, keeping your eyes on his face. Mingi shifts in his stance, clearly feeling uncomfortable.

“Aww” You pout a little, batting your eyelashes. “Is the macho man shy” You walk your fingers over his chest, reaching his bare skin once again.

Mingi pushes your hand away.

“That’s enough”

You place your hands flat on Mingi’s shoulders, gently running them down over his pec. You can feel his chest move quickly, his breathing uneven.

“You ever use these rooms for yourself?”

Mingi’s gaze is difficult to decipher. His eyes are piercing; you feel they’re almost daring you. You wait for him to answer, but he doesn’t give you one. You hands trail down lower, reaching his stomach. His eyes still don’t change.

“If I’m good” You rise up on your tip toes, lowering your voice to a whisper “Will you show me your gun”

Your fingers graze over his crotch. Before you can even get a full feel of what lays in his pants, Mingi has a grip of your wrist once again. He whips you around, pushing you face first into the wall, your arm pinned against your back. You wince, a quiet whine emitting your lips. You feel Mingi’s body hard against your back. The warmth of his breath tickles your neck.

You wriggle in his hold, but he only grips you tighter.

“I said, that’s enough”

His voice sends a shiver through your body. You chew at the inside of your cheek, trying to turn your face to look at him. His free hand grabs your face from under your chin, holding it still. Mingi’s face is close to yours, his lips close to your ear.

“Do you understand”

Your press your lips together tightly and close your eyes. You nod quickly, trying to stifle any sound that may come from you.

“I didn’t hear y-”

“Yes” You interrupt.

You open your eyes carefully, catching a glimpse of Mingi’s face.

Unreadable.

Your stomach knots, his gaze not leaving yours. Your own thoughts begin to disagree with your body’s reactions. Your mind tells you to be afraid of this man, how he treats you. How aggressive he is. But your body, cannot help but feel differently.

The warmth between your legs starts to overwhelm you, and your thoughts begin to run wild. Thinking about Mingi pressing up against you, fucking you against this wall. You know you’re still drunk, these could easily be drunk thoughts. You shift your stance a little, grazing the back of your body over the front of his.

“Mingi” You whisper gently.

His heavy eyes look over you. Your cheeks flush, feeling his stare take you in. He acts angry with you, but when he has you in his hold like this, his eyes could devour you.

“It hurts” Your words come out in a slight whimper.

Mingi’s lips part slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing. His eyes reach yours again, and you see the change. Mingi lets go of you, stepping back. You stay against the wall, frozen. It takes you a moment to realize Mingi has left the room. You turn in place, now leaning your back against the wall. Your knees feel weak. You start sliding down the wall, but the slam of the door bursting open sends you into a panic.

You half scream from surprise; you’re quickly filled with annoyance seeing one of Mingi’s men.

“Jesus Christ” You groan. You hang your head, lurching over with your hands on your thighs.

The man looks around the room, his own expression twisting into a look of annoyance

“The fuck are you busting doors down for”

The henchman ends up taking you home, at Mingi’s behest.

You lay in bed, feeling drained from your day. The house is quiet; you’re unsure if Tiffany and Mingi have even made it home yet. You let your eyes become heavy, closing slowly. Your mind wanders around the event the occurred less than an hour ago. You run your tongue passed your lips, remembering the firmness of Mingi’s chest against you.

Your hands clench into fists, thinking now of his hips pushed on you, pressing you against the wall. One of your hands strays into your pajamas, the heat radiating on your skin. You spread your legs, allowing your folds to separate. You touch a finger to the tip of your clit, the sensitivity shocking you. Your walls clench around nothing, eager to be touched.

You push two fingers inside yourself, moaning softly at the ease. You move your hand slowly at first, picturing Mingi behind you. You think of him opening his pants just enough to pull his cock out. Him gripping your hips tightly, pulling your ass backwards hard into his pelvis. You want to see his face. That face that’s so hard to decipher. What it looks like when he’s inside you.

You push your fingers up into your soft spot. Your body tenses, and you let out a long sigh. You turn onto your stomach, fingers still pushed inside you. Another sigh passes your lips, this one shaky, when you start to grind your hips over your hand.

Your wetness trickles down your hand, over your wrist. You prop yourself up with an elbow and a leg, allowing your hips to move easier. Mingi fills your thoughts again, thinking if he is home yet. Is he in his room? How does he sleep? Does he sleep without a shirt, or nude? You wonder if he was turned on earlier too. Did he come home and touch himself. Does he ever touch himself?

You feel as though your fingers aren’t doing any justice. You push a third finger inside you, hoping to reach the peak you’ve suddenly become so desperate for. Once again, your thoughts drift to earlier this evening. How easily Mingi can push you around. Your walls clench. A quiet whine vibrating your throat. You have never felt like this with anyone. Mingi has been so unpredictable. Rough, and handsy, but still timid.

“Mingi..” you moan quietly, thinking of how he grabbed your face, demanding you look at him. Your stomach tightens.

You almost hate that these thoughts are coming to mind. But they make you feel so good.

Mingi pinning your arms behind your back. Pushing your face down into his mattress. Fingers from one hand knotting in your hair. His body practically on top of yours, mounting you. His lips right at your ear, grunting. You can’t hold it anymore.

“I’m cumming” You whimper.

You pull your fingers from inside you, rubbing your clit hard. Your muscles tense, pushing your hips forward, and orgasm out. You can't help but moan louder, soaking your bed sheet. You gasp.

“Oooh” moaning again, you never expected that you would squirt.

Your clit feels so sensitive, almost burning from the pleasure. You want to feel it again. You keep your fingers moving, applying more pressure to your swollen bud.

“Please” you whine, no longer being mindful of the volume of your voice.

The sensation begins to peak quickly. Your thighs tense. Stomach tightens. Unconsciously you hold your breath, only hearing your heart pounding in your ears. A shiver runs through your body and you push you hips down as you did before. Your body trembles, feeling the heat pour from you again.

Your body becomes heavy; your muscles now weak. You let yourself fall, laying on the bed once again. Turning slowly, you shift onto your back. You close your eyes, trying to stabilize your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth.

The dampness underneath you becomes noticeably cool. Your eyes, heavy with exhaustion, flutter open. You begin to push yourself up on your elbows to sit up, though your body doesn’t cooperate. You have no strength left. The echo of your heart becomes a murmur in your ear, leaving the creak of the hallway the last thing you hear.

[cas-skz]

Midnight Playlist

Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f)Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary (writers note) : A short night interaction between you and Yoongi during a composing session.

Word Count: 513

Warnings/Tags: Established Relationship

Written by: @littleforeignaffairs

Your body flinches as you startle awake. You groan softly, turning on your side, arm stretching out looking for him. You pat around on the bed before opening your eyes slowly. You whine quietly, noticing you’re alone. Becoming more conscious, you hear the low chimes of ivory bouncing down the hall of the house.

The floor is cold on your bare feet. You grab your sweater at the foot of the bed, pulling it over your head. You push yourself to stand, stumbling a little not fully awake yet. You start down the hallway, the pads of your feet tapping on the floor.

The door to Yoongi's music room is slightly ajar, a dim light shining out. You peek in, seeing him sitting at the piano. Carefully, you slide the door open just enough for you to fit through. You didn’t want to startle him, though he always has this strange sense that knows when you’re there.

You place your hands on his shoulders. You slide them down his arms before wrapping your arms loosely around him. You rest your chin on his shoulder. You can see his lips pull into a smile in the corner of your eye. You watch as his nimble fingers continue to play the beautiful melody.

You close your eyes, breathing in deeply. Hearing Yoongi play piano has always been calming to you. It gives you the feeling of home. The notes slow, soon coming to a halt. That’s when you feel the warmth of one of Yoongi’s hands holding yours. He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing it softly.

“Can’t sleep?”

You question quietly.

“Mm, just wanted to capture my inspiration before I lost it”

He turns in your hold, now facing you. You smile softly down at him, his arms now wrapped around your waist.

“Did I wake you?”

You pout a little, shaking your head

“No, I woke up because someone decided to leave the bed”

He smiles at you, laughing a little. He mimics your pout.

“Yeobo. You poor thing. Let’s bring you back to sleep”

Yoongi starts to stand but you shake your head, pushing his shoulders softly to keep him sitting.

“I wanna listen to you play”

Licking his lips, he’s quiet for a moment. He presses his lips together into a tight smile and nods. You smile widely and give him a gentle peck on the nose before sitting next to him on the bench. Yoongi can never say no to you.

He swings his feet back over the bench, sliding in close to you. He begins to play the same melody he had been playing before you came to the room.  You close your eyes, swaying slightly. Yoongi glances over to you, smiling lovingly.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to bed”

He whispers, leaning into you.

You shake your head, then rest it on his shoulder.

“Right here is perfectly fine”

You sigh

Yoongi kisses the top on your head, and continues to play you sweet lullabies until his own eyes were ready to close.

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Behind Closed Doors (Part 4.3)

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Summary: The morning after sends you into a panic and San into disappointment. You both have your own way of dealing with the aftermath.

Word Count: 3,052

Warnings/Tags: 18+ , NSFW, MDNI, Mature Content, Language, Alcohol use, Pet Names, Slight Choking/Dominance, Smut, Angst, Unprotected Sex

Written By: @littleforeignaffairs

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You came into consciousness, the sunlight seeping into the room from between the blinds. Though your eyes were already closed, you squeezed them shut. You stretch out, feeling the sheets against your bare skin. It's at that moment you remember the night before. You sit up quickly, gripping the blanket to your body. It takes a couple seconds for your eyes to adjust to the light. When they do, you see you’re alone in bed.

You furrow your brows, looking around the room and on the floor. Looking for any sign that San had been there. You get on your knees starting to the edge of the bed when you hear footsteps; bare feet sticking against the floor. San walks through your bedroom wearing just a towel, drying his hair with another.

“You're awake”

You stare at him blankly

“I hope you don’t mind that I used the shower”

Still, no words leave your mouth. San stares back at you, standing in front of the bed. His gaze slowly becomes filled with concern.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

You suddenly snap back to reality and hop off the bed.

“Oh, this is bad”

You begin to pace around your room, your feet scuffling under the dragging blanket.

San watches you closely

“You mean…”

He points to you, and then himself

You sigh, stopping in front of him.

“San”

You start, then quickly correct yourself

“No, Mr. Choi”

San scoffs a laugh, running his hand through his hair. He shakes his head a little.

“You didn’t think that last night”

He cuts you off

“Its problemat-”

“Why? Because of the club. Because we work in the same office?”

“I mean, its kind of both”

“So? Its not like I want to just fuck around”

“San, still”

San looks in your eyes, he looks hurt. Offended.

“It doesn’t matter that I started having feelings for you? Before we even worked at the same office”

You look away from him, hugging your body. San shook his head again, his jaw protruding. He picks up his clothing, pulling on his bottoms before leaving the room. It was only a few seconds before you heard your apartment door slam. The sound made you wince. You slip down onto the floor. Your chest and throat tighten. You knew at some point you started to really like him too. But, you couldn’t act on it. You lean your head onto your bed, letting the tears well in your eyes.

* * *

“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid”

Tiff hits you repeatedly

“What the fuck is wrong with you!”

You had invited Tiff over to day drink, in hopes that it would make you feel better. But Tiff is a clear fan of Lola and Papi, she couldn’t wait to see you and San really get together.

You shield yourself from Tiff’s hands, and sigh heavily when she stops. You grab one of the bottles of wine off the floor, you take a long sip before leaning your head back to rest on your bed.

“You’re not helping”

You groan

“Oh? Am I not!?”

She places her hand on her chest

“I thought I was here to tell you that you’re a FUCKING IDIOT, because you LIKE the man”

You take another drink. You didn’t bother grabbing glasses when she came in. You figured this was how the situation would go; Tiff would be dramatic and complain, while you just got drunk.

“Tiff. He’s a client and my boss. There are boundaries”

“Fuck the boundaries! I have never heard you say anything bad about that man”

Tiff points to the door, acting as if San was there.

“You’re happy when he comes to the club. You’ve even been working late at the office and ditching me. You spend so much time with him already, why is it an issue now”

You run your finger around the lip on the bottle, eyes looking into it. You knew why it was a problem. San could get seriously reprimanded for getting involved with an employee. You think back to this morning, he didn’t seem to care that he could get in trouble. He was more concerned on you knowing how you felt. You groan loudly, pulling your knees up to your chest and letting your head hit them.

“There it is”

Tiff says with relief.

* * *

 

You knew it was going to be painful, again, going back to work. You already took off yesterday to drink and get yelled at by Tiff. Its time to face the awkwardness of seeing Mr. Choi. Once again, you walk into work and his office lights are off. Its hard to pinpoint your feelings; relief, concern, curiosity. You remove your jacket and sit at your desk, beginning your work.

It doesn’t take long for you to catch up on your missed work from the day before. It appears that Mr. Choi had did what he could to keep you from falling behind. A pang of guilt turned your stomach. You look to the clock. Its almost noon, and Mr. Choi hasn’t arrived yet. You pull up his schedule for the day, he should have been here by now.

You go to your purse, pulling out your phone. Panic hits you seeing multiple missed calls and texts from both Mr. Choi and Tiff.

“What the fuck is going on”

You decide to phone Mr. Choi first. It rings a few times, though it feels infinite. The ringing stops, before a greeting could be heard from the other side of the line, you chime in.

“San? What’s going on? Where are you?"

“Oh, so you’re on a first name basis now, huh?”

It was Tiff.

“Wait.. Why”

“Just come to the club”

She hung up immediately.

You run over to the club in record time, bursting through the doors. You breathe heavily, looking around the bar. You see Tiff behind the bar, her arms crossed over her chest. She’s looking at a male patron sitting at the bar. He’s slouched over. You start to walk over slowly, catching Tiff’s eyes. What you thought at first was anger, was actually a mix between sadness and disappointment.

You come up beside the man, leaning forward to peek at their face. It was Mr. Choi. You bring your hand up to your nose; he reeked of alcohol and damp clothing. You turned back to Tiff.

“Apparently, he’s been bar hopping since last evening”

She sighs. Tiff holds a few drink menus in her hand, looking from San to you. She quickly slaps you on the top of your head with a menu.

“Stupid”

You rub your head immediately at the sting.

“I got it!”

You spit.

Tiff raises a brow, looking you up and down. She holds her other hand up, a pair of keys hung on her finger.

“Take him home”

You nod, taking the keys. You place a hand on Mr. Choi’s shoulder.

“San…Let’s go”

To your surprise, he complies easily.

The drive to San’s house was quiet. He was conscious but didn’t say anything and didn’t look at you. You’ve never been to his house before. You only knew his address for business purposes; mainly when he had asked you to send dry cleaning home for him. The condo he lives in is extremely nice. He, of course, lives in a room on the top floor.

You half laugh to yourself, entering his place. He always gave off that “rich boy” vibe. His furniture is modern, very sleek. It matched his wardrobe choices. You guide him inside and to the bathroom.

“Are you always this dramatic when a girl rejects you”

You try to joke with him, once again he doesn’t speak to you. You clear your throat awkwardly. You stand behind him, slipping off his jacket.

“Clean up. You stink”

San turns to face you, his eyes are intense, and they have you hooked. He grabs hold of your wrist.

“Help me”

He whispers

Your mouth suddenly feels dry, hearing his request. You drop his jacket onto the bathroom floor and turn on the shower for him. San’s eyes keep watch, they seemed like black ice. Cold and sharp, and it makes your heart pound. Your fingers tremble on the buttons of his shirt. You look to his eyes, then back to the buttons. Him watching you is making you nervous.

You want him to talk to you, yell or fight like you did the other night. Anything but silence. You feel as though he’s angry at you. He probably is. You would probably be angry at you too. Your hands land on his stomach, sliding up over his chest and shoulders to slip his shirt off his arms. You look over his body, you’ve seen it already, but each time has felt like a new experience. Your eyes focus on his arm that you bandaged the previous night. Its stained with blood.

“You didn’t go get it checked out? I’m not a doctor you know”

You begin to unwrap the gauze.

“Why”

He starts. He grabs your hand gently. It catches you off guard, you look to meet his eyes.

“Are you concerned?”

“Yes”

Your voice so quiet, it could barely be heard over the screech of the shower. San places your hand on his face, his hand covering yours.

“What will you do about it then”

San is challenging you, and you’re fully aware. No matter how hard you try you can’t pull your eyes off him. San leans down, touching his lips to yours softly. At first, you don’t move, not wanting to kiss him back. You were already captivated with his eyes, now his touch is making you feel intoxicated.

You carefully return the kiss, but stop short before things progressed too quickly. You clear your throat and motion towards the shower with your hand.

“Get in, I can look at your arm since you wouldn’t go to a doctor”

San begins to remove his bottoms to get in the shower. You panic a little, looking around the bathroom.

“Wait”

He pauses, looking at you. You open a few cupboards searching until you find a towel.

“Here”

You hold the towel up to him. San looks at the towel, then back to you

“Seriously?”

You shake the towel a little, a pleading look on your face. San sighs, taking the towel to wrap around his waist.

San stood in the shower, letting water bounce and roll off his skin. His eyes are closed while you look at his arm, investigating to ensure there were no splinters left behind. You carefully run your fingers just below the wound. San flinches, opening his eyes to look at you. You grip his lower arm

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, are you okay”

“I’m fine, its just a little tender”

You look up to San, catching his eyes. Water drops slide down his face. You reach up, wiping his hair off his brow, then wiping the water from around his eyes.

“You need to take better care of yourself”

You murmur.

San touches your hand, his fingers curling around yours.

“Then how will I get you to pay attention to me”

San scans your face, stepping in closer to you.

Your cheeks flush, trying to look away, but San grabs your chin with his other hand.

“What should I do to get you to look my way”

San whispers, bringing his lips close to yours.

Your eyes slowly close, waiting to feel his lips touch yours. Sans eyes look over your face, taking your actions as an “okay” to keep going. San cups your face, gently kissing you.

Wavering over San is proving to be difficult. Everything about him keeps pulling you in: His eyes, lips, hands. You take a step into San, water hitting your face. Your lips part on his, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You take another step towards San, while he steps back. His back hits the wall of the shower; his hands move onto your hips, and he pulls you against him.

Fully in the shower now, water falls down onto you, making your clothing cling to your body. You peel your shirt over your head, letting it hit the floor with a thud.

“You’re making this hard for me”

You tell him between kisses. San smirks on your lips, one of his hands unclasping your bra.

“I think I should be the one saying that”

His free hand guides one of your hands over the sopping towel draped on his waist, his stiffening cock hiding underneath.

Your fingers hook at the top, pulling it off him in a yanking motion. San slips a groan. His lips part from yours and he looks down at you, a cocky grin pulling his lips. San grabs your wrist, and with one swift motion, he turns you around, pushing you against the wall.

You moan softly, biting at your lip. San keeps your hand at your back, his body pressed against yours to keep you still. The wall is cold, despite the hot water pouring from the shower head. San pulls your skirt up over your behind, the tip of his cock poking against you.

San guides his cock between your legs, rubbing against your opening. You ball your fist behind your back, shifting your weight. Your pussy twitches at the teasing motion. San cranes his head to look at your face. Pleased with your response, he continues, letting his tip meet with your clit. You arch your back, sticking your ass back into him. For a moment, his cock slips inside you, but he pulls out quickly.

You whimper, hips moving to try and feel him back, San clicks his tongue.

“Papi”

You whimper again.

San breathes in deeply, his free hand wraps around your throat gently. His lips land on your neck leaving deep kisses. You close your eyes, breathing becoming heavy. San teases your opening again, pushing the tip of his cock inside you. You moan softly, back arching and moving him in a little further. San sighs a moan with you. He wraps his arm around you, holding your body on his, other hand still cradling your throat.

With a quick motion, San thrusts fully into you. You gasp at the shocking pleasure, legs becoming weak almost immediately. Your hands search for something to hold onto, but there isn’t anything. You place one hand on the wall, the other grasps hold onto Sans wrist. San groans in your ear every few thrusts he makes, his hand sneaking down to play with your clit.

Your nails dig into San’s skin. Your hips move on their own, riding his hand while his hard cock pushes inside you with ease. You hold your breath, walls tightening around San. You feel a shiver run up your spine when San pulls your head back to make you look at him. Both yours and his eyes are heavy with lust. Though, you can’t tell if it’s the lust or the steam of the shower making you feel hazy.

You kiss San deeply, your hand reaching around to rest on the back of his head. You softly moan against his lips, fingers playing with his hair. San’s hand presses against you, pulling your back into him. His hips grind against your ass, pushing you off balance some.

San pulls you back again, arm wrapped around your waist and other hand remaining on your neck. San’s warm, rigid chest presses against your back. Every piece, part, nook and cranny of your body tingles with overwhelming pleasure.

“San”

You mutter, heavy eyes barely staying open.

San’s lips touch against your ear lobe.

“Again”

“San”

Your moan a little louder this time.

You feel your legs getting weaker, shaking slightly. San nips your ear carefully, his nimble fingers tightening around your neck. He was gentle, despite his yearning for dominance. San thickens inside you hearing your heavy breaths and moans.

“Papi”

You breathe out shakily

Your body tenses in his hold. Your fingers slide over your clit, helping yourself reach an orgasm. Your knees buckle, slipping down a little before catching yourself. You whine an elongated groan; you came a lot quicker and harder than you had expected. You feel more than just water from the shower dripping onto your hand.

San curses between his own moans. His hand drops from your waist, over yours on your clit. His cock convulses against your contracting walls. He can’t help himself either. You don’t know if it’s the pent up emotion and tension, the sounds you were making, your orgasm, or a mix of everything; whatever it is, San cums shortly behind you.

He buries his face in your neck, rolling his hips slowly into your ass. Your body still feels sensitive, his movements making you jerk in his hold. You want to cum again. You slip your hand from under San’s placing his fingers directly onto your clit. You breathe in sharply.

“Make me cum, Papi”

His cock still twitches inside you as his fingers work. You let out a short loud gasp, slamming your hands to the shower wall. Your legs shake violently, making it hard for you to keep your stance.

“Please”

You whimper

San keeps his cock inside you, kisses your neck deeply and hold your waist tightly in hopes all these would increase your pleasure. Your breathing becomes irregular.

“Cum for Papi, baby”

San moans in your ear, fingers circling faster.

You fingers curl on the cool porcelain, nothing to hold onto. San slowly moves his cock out and back inside you. Your back arches, hips moving involuntarily. Your orgasm finally hits. You bite down hard on your lip, one of your hands pushing San’s hips back out of you.

Short yet uneven breaths enter and leave your lungs. You hang your head and try to stable yourself. The feeling lingers in your body, legs still weakening. Shaking. San holds your waist gently in his hands. He places gentle kisses on your shoulder and up to your neck.

You lean back onto him, eyes closed. San reaches for the tap, adjusting the water to a cooler temperature. He then grabs some soap, lathering it in his hands before helping you wash up.

[cas-skz]

Behind Closed Doors (Part 3.1)

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Word Count: 1,524

Summary: Things get hot and heavy in the office

Warnings/Tags: 18+ ,NSFW, MDNI, Mature Language, Intercourse, Smut

Written by: @littleforeignaffairs

Part 1.1 Part 1.2 Part 2.1 Part 2.2

“S-sorry?”

“Close the blinds”

He said the moment you closed his office door behind you. Your stomach tightened

You locked your eyes with his again. Your eyes examined him; His breathing was ragged as he stood from his desk slowly. Walking towards you, you backed yourself into the door. Mr Choi stopped in front of you, raising his hand to turn the blinds closed himself. Once again, you were frozen, unable to move. Your breathing uneasy as Mr Choi leans in closer to you, tilting his head. His lips pull into a smirk.

Was he watching you? How long did he watch, what did he even see?

“Naughty”

He whispers into your ear. A small gasp leaves your lips when he steps in close to you, the heat and an obvious erection surprising you.

“M-Mr Choi”

You start to explain. He lifts a hand, touching a single finger onto your lips. His lips pursed, as if he were shushing you.

Your lips had parted slightly against San’s soft finger. His eyes looked over your face, searching for the answer to a question he didn’t even ask. In a swift motion, your hands land on his chest, pushing him back to the couch he uses . San lands with a gentle bounce. He licks his lips, looking up at you. His demeanor changed. He was no longer a confident hunter scoping out a prey.

“San”

He whispered back.

San’s eyes look you over. They moved quickly, gathering as much information as possible. You lift your skirt up on your thighs, allowing you to straddle San’s lap with ease. You don’t dare sit yet.

“Does he recognize me”

You place your hands back onto his chest, you can feel his heart beating rapidly. He copies your motions, resting his hands on your bare thighs. His touch became cold, goosebumps rose on your skin. San cautiously slid his hands up your thighs and under your skirt, lifting it over your ass. He shifts underneath you, pulling you down to sit on him finally.

The feeling was a shock to you both. The heat and wetness from you, and the rock-hard bulge from San.

He swallows hard, eyes moving from your stare to your lips.

“Make a move”

You tempt him, narrowing your gaze.

“He’s nervous”

You grin sultrily. San brings his face closer to yours

Your fingers crawl up to the neck of his shirt, holding the collar as a pair of reins. You curl your body forward, bringing your face close to his ear.

“Too slow”

Before he can touch your lips, you roll your hips over him. San grips your hips tightly. His head falls back, a pleased moan leaving his throat.

“Did you enjoy watching me?”

You coo into San’s ear. His head shoots back up, leaving it inches from yours. His chest rose and fell quickly under you, hands pulling on your hips to keep them in motion. San’s eyes, glazed with lust, met yours. There was always something about his eyes that really stuck with you. They already made you feel weak, but having them look at you like that just made you all the more turned on.

The crotch of San’s dress pants soaked with the mix of you both. One of your hands slid down his chest and down onto your own crotch, fingers sliding your panties to the side. The friction of the fabric change made you shiver. You sigh a soft moan, lips brushing carefully against San’s. He saw the opportunity and took it. San knotted his fingers into the back of your hair holding your head still. He kisses you hungrily. His lips were soft to the touch, yet rough with you.

Something so simple was what your body needed. Your mouth parted on his, a louder moan coming through. Your pussy throbbed against his twitching cock, liquid wetting his pants even more. You lean your forehead to San’s continuing to ride out you orgasm.

San’s body tensed, his breathing short.

“Are you going to fuck me”

You moan at him.

“Isn’t that why you called me in here”

“I thought you were showing me what you had planned”

Both your hands landed at San’s belt. You slide your ass back in his lap, pulling his belt open. Your hand reached down into his pants, finger curling around his hot sticky cock. San hissed with pleasure as you began to rub him down. He snatched your wrist, stopping you from going further. His cock twitched in your hold. You meet his gaze, his eyes looked eager.

“Don’t”

He murmured. You grin at San, running the tip of your tongue over your bottom lip.

Simultaneously, with your other hand, you ease the toy from inside you, out. You lift your hips up, bringing your body back up San’s and closer to him. You line the head of his cock up with you, feeling it twitch. Before you could even think about teasing him, San holds your hips, pulling you down on top of him. Your body falls onto his, a whining moan travelling into his ear. One of San’s arms wraps around your waist keeping your body against so he can easily thrust up into you.

“Fuck me”

You repeat, pulling his cock out of his pants.

San groans at your voice. He grabs the back of your neck, guiding your mouth to his. You didn’t know how long you would last before cumming again. Having the toy in you for some time had kept you on edge. The way San held onto you, his lips moving against yours, his loud breathing all said the same thing. That he was just as close as you were. You moan his name again. San’s head falls back, his cheeks flushing at the sound of his own name. You can see a slight wince wash over his face, and you knew immediately..

"Mr Choi”

You whimper.

You tighten your walls around San’s cock. A puff of air leaves his lungs,

Your pussy was throbbing, each thrust giving you another level of pleasure. You lay your hand on San’s throat, a gentle grip stirring his excitement. You felt him stiffen inside you. You gasp quietly, your pussy contracting. A louder moan falls from your lips

“Ah, wai-“

He’s cut off by his own moan that rose when you quickened your pace.

“Mr Choi, please”

Your lips rest on his for a moment before initiating a deep kiss. Your body shook on top of him, hearing the sounds of slick wetness.

San touches his forehead to yours, his body curling forward in a slight jerking motion. You grab hold his face, kissing him eagerly. His lips part on yours, deep groans traveling into your mouth. You take the opportunity to slide your tongue along his. San’s hands grip your waist tightly. He holds you still. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, and his body tense against yours. He’s holding back.

“Cumming”

You pant at him.

Your own orgasm still lingering, you push your hips forward and down into San in short rapid movements. You crane your neck, running your tongue from the base of his neck to his ear.

San curses, shutting his eyes tightly. His hands remain on your hips, though this time he works them, making you ride him. The sounds leaving San’s lips are in sync with the pulses his cock gave. The satisfaction of feeling his warm cum leaking into you made you shiver.

“Cum”

You demand him. That was it for him.

San sat as still as he could underneath you, but his body trembles with heavy breathing. You sit back to look at him.

“Mr Choi”

You whisper hesitantly. He turns his head away from you his eyes still shut, avoiding you.

You want to say a lot, but couldn’t think of anything.

“San”

This was the first time you’ve called him by name in the office. He must’ve realized this too, its what got him to open his eyes. He looks at you with what you could only make out to be as sadness. Or maybe guilt.

“If you don’t need anything else for today, sir, I’ll take my leave” Your voice timid while you try to read his face.

San lifts his hands off you like he had been scalded. He swallows hard and nods. Your hands fall from his face and you nod once. You carefully lift yourself from San’s lap and slide your skirt back down your thighs. San quickly fixes himself too, remaining seated.

“What the fuck just happened”

You leave his office without another word, return to your desk and gather your personal items. Before leaving, you look through the open door at San. He had already stood up, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. A lump began to form in your throat. His frustration made you feel hurt, and guilty. San ran his fingers through his hair, messing his neatly styled part.

“Fuck”

He huffed, kicking the leg of the couch. You seen enough. You turn your back from the scene and leave to go home.

[cas-skz]

Enigma Part 5

Series Summary: Song Mingi is a mystery to you. A man with morals, to a certain extent. The method to his madness isn't typical: Violence, threats, and crime. After the first time you encounter him, he's got you locked in. The first encounter, wont be the last.

Warnings/Tags: Violence, Talk of drugs and alcohol, Mature language

Word Count: 1.8k

Written By: @littleforeignaffairs

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

writers note: trying to get back into the swing of things. terribly written draft...

“I told you to monitor the place!”

Mingi’s booming voice startles you from a deep sleep. Now that you’re working with Tiffany, its rare for you to get a good night’s sleep. She keeps you busy most evenings, while Mingi keeps you on a short leash during the day. Your days blend from one week to the next. It’s become monotonous.

“Are you all that incompetent?!”

The shatter of glass pierces your ears; you wince, hands quickly covering them. You sit up in bed, the commotion down the hall only getting louder. With your eyes barely open, you trudge your way to your door, opening it slowly. Patterns of various smashes, clatters and shuffles come from Mingi’s room. You step out into the hallway, your eyes on his door. It’s open, and you can see the items belonging to those patterned noises.

“Jesus Christ” Mingi comes into view, shoving passed one of his men. He grabs his jacket off, what you assume was a hook on the wall, and barrels towards you. You stand in silence. His eyes sharp, focusing on the hallway in front of him. He doesn’t even look at you. You watch as he glides by you, his men in tow.

“Put some fucking clothes on” He snaps. His comment barely registers in your mind before hearing the front door slam shut.

You look down at yourself; An old shirt, 2 sizes too big, and underwear barely cover your body. He woke you with his tantrum, so you didn’t bother putting on a change of clothes. Your attention shifts down the hall at the still open door of Mingi’s room. Unconsciously, you begin to walk towards it. Knowing full well the response he had given you the last time you went into his room. There aren’t any consequences this time though. Mingi is gone.

The room is a complete mess, though you expected nothing more after the ruckus you heard. You step over papers, pens and various files, making your way to the desk. A disorganized pile of photos catches your eye. You glance over your shoulder, almost expecting Mingi to be there. Though, you’re still alone. You hover over his desk, sliding the pictures around to get a better look.

You furrow your brows, quickly picking up the photos. Each picture filling more and more panic in you. They’re pictures of you. Some of them look older. You’re with Alise in most. Some of them are even you with Lee.

“What is this”

Angrily, you keep flipping through the photos, realizing that Mingi has been watching you for a long time. You toss the photos aside, revealing a new stack of photos. These ones are recent. You begin to get confused, seeing the photos are you with Mingi. It doesn’t make sense to you, why Mingi would have these photos if he were with you. You freeze, and your stomach knots. A photo of your home taunts you. The anger has dissipated, and fear has a replaced it. You’re petrified to continue looking through the photos, but you can’t stop now. Taking a deep breath, you move to the next photo.

Your front door busted open. And the next Your living room, completely torn apart.

Your throat stings. You understand now why Mingi had been so enraged. Someone had been following you still. Someone broke into your home, damaged anything in reach, documented it and sent it here. A threat? Blackmail? You breathe in shakily, continuing. Everything you own, destroyed. But that isn’t the worst of it. You come across a photo of you and Alise, a red strike drawn over Alise. A gasping sob leaves your lips. Quickly, you flip the photos, each one following are of Alise with a target drawn.

You drop the photos, running back into your room. You grab your phone with one hand, and a pair of pants with the other. You stumble, pushing your feet into your pants. Trying to see through blurry vision, you punch in Alise’s number. It rings.

Once. Twice. Three times.

“Alise. Please. Pick up”

Four times. Five times. Finally, it clicks.

You sigh, a sense of relief washes over you.

“Where are you?”

There’s no response. The panic begins to rise in you again.

“Alise…” “Try again..” You feel sick to your stomach. Lee’s voice dripping with pride.

“Where is she” You manage to choke out. Lee merely hums in response.

“Tell me!” Your sobs almost drown out your words. “What did you do with her?!”

“Find me” His whisper is unsettling. You feel dread. Panic. Anxiety. Chaos. Before you can say another word. He hangs up. Your phone falls from your hand and you blindly walk into the fire.

You struggle between the choice of Lee’s hideout and Alise’s apartment. Both places seem too obvious for him to be, but they’re the only places you can think of. Your instinct is to go straight to Lee’s place first. Any one of the crew could know where he is, or what he was planning with Alise.

To your surprise, it’s vacant. And the surprise is only more unsettling. You walk down the hall, scanning each open room as you do. The sound of silence has never frightened you before. It would be more comforting to hear the men fighting, screaming, anything.

After finally making it to Lee’s room, the dryness of your mouth has only gotten worse. The door is slightly ajar. It’s dark, and you can barely see inside. Touching just the pads of your fingers against the wood, you give a gentle push. The door creaks as it drifts open. The light from the hall breaks the darkness in pieces. But not enough for you to see.

A body presses up against your back. A hand lays at each side of your waist, pulling you back into him, moving you through the door frame at the same time. There’s no question as to who it belongs to. His face is too close for comfort, you turn yours to look away from him. He smells of dirty copper, or iron. His lips touch against your jaw before a strong inhale against your skin raises the hairs on your neck.

“How I missed this sweet smell”

You eye over Lee’s expression. His eyes are black, pupils dilated to the point where the irises have disappeared. Blood stains at the corner of his mouth, as well as around his nose. You finally realize he’s high.

“I knew I could get you here with promises of that slut” Lee’s words cut deep; anger begins to rise into your chest. You push against Lee, trying to shove him away from you. Lee tuts, pushing you back against the wall. He raises a brow, eyes scanning you over. Lee’s hand lands back on your waist. You feel the roughness of his fingers touching over your bare skin, inching up your shirt.

“You’ve always been fiery, that’s why I like you so much” His hand reaches at the back of his pants, the sharp reflection of metal pops into your vision. The blade of a knife trails over your jaw. “How I wish you came to see me. Things would’ve been so much easier”

Your breath sticks to your lungs. Lee has always been about games. Everything was about winning, and getting as much as he could. Right now, you know he wants you and your fear. You breathe out slowly, and catch Lee’s gaze. A slight push of pressure and Lee’s blade knicks your skin. The air stings the tiny wound. You wince a little, but refuse to back down.

Lee breathes through his teeth, stepping in closer to you. As his face draws near, your first reaction is to shut your eyes. It doesn’t help though. You can feel the heat from his face. Feel the gaze burning into you. He applies more pressure to his blade, sliding it from your jaw, over your cheek. The pain, this time, feels sharper. Though your eyes are closed, you can feel the tears forming.

“What do you want” you murmur shakily.

Lee’s hand grabs at your throat, his forefinger and thumb cradling your jaw. You open your eyes in a panic. Lee holds your face still. His nose touches against your skin. His chapped lips graze over your fresh wound.

“You. Of course”

His words make your stomach churn. Acid coats your esophagus, making you want to vomit. It’s at that moment you realize that you’re lacking oxygen. You grab at Lee; one hand on his wrist, the other at his chest.

“You’re hurting me” You force out

“And you hurt me!” Lee cuts off your words, ignoring your plea. Your vision darkens, but the flush on Lee’s face is clear through the haze. “You’re supposed to be mine. Remember?”

Your nails sink slowly into in wrist, hoping his own grip would release.

“My favourite girl” Lee coos in your ear. He breathes in deeply, taking in your scent as if it’ll disappear from his grasp again. “I’ve given you so much to keep you mine”

Balling your free hand into a fist, you hit against Lee’s chest, struggling still within his hold. Lee releases your throat, now grabbing the nape of your neck. You cry out when his fingers pull your hair; He could have easily ripped the strands from your head. Lee pulls you against him, holding your face still in his view.

“Are you not happy?” The snarl in his voice leaves no room for sincerity. “Hm? Have I not given you food.. a home.. a job? Hm?!” Lee’s jaw protrudes, his eyes bugging from his skull disapproving of your actions. “Every little thing you could ever want at your finger tips, and still..”  Lee stabs his blade into the wall by your head.

A heavy sob heaves your chest. Everything Mingi said about Lee floods through your mind. The manipulation. The lies. He's not who you think he is. You were a pawn. A mere object in Lee's little game. He treated you well, there is no lie in that. He treated you well so he could own you in the end.

Lee moves his face into your neck, carefully placing a kiss on your skin. You close your eyes, hot tears stain your cheeks. He plants kisses up your neck, to your ear; each touch making you feel like filth.

“I thought you were different” He sighs in your ear “I thought you were going to stay with me. I didn’t think I’d have to get rid of you too”

Before his words could begin processing in your mind, his grasp finds your throat once again. With the mix of adrenaline, exhaustion, and panic, you begin to really fear for you life. You're petrified Lee will snap your neck without hesitation.

Your lips part, trying to scream. Hoping for any sound to come out. But gags and coughs are not enough. The strength in your body drains; your limbs feeling limp. And Lee can feel it too. You raise a hand, pushing at Lee's face. If you were going to die right here, you'll be damned if the last thing you see is Lee's foul grin.

[cas-skz]

Enigma Part 3

Song Min Gi x (fem)Reader

Summary: Song Mingi is a mystery to you. A man with morals, to a certain extent. The method to his madness isn't typical: Violence, threats, and crime. After the first time you encounter him, he's got you locked in. The first encounter, wont be the last.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, MDNI, Suggestive Content, Language, Mentions of Drugs/Murder/Suicide

Word Count: 2.5k

Part 1 | 2

Written By: @littleforeignaffairs

You and Tiff stand in silence in your new bedroom. You look around the room as she makes up your bed. The room is fairly plain, but in a comfortable way. You run your fingers over a dark wooden armoire, admiring the details. You sling your fingers through the door hook, pulling the door open slowly. You catch glimpse of a fully intact wardrobe. One belonging to a slim female. You glance over your shoulder, making eye contact with Tiff.

“Really?” You start, scoffing a little “He placed me in his hook up pity room?”

Tiff walks up beside you, her hand reaching out to touch a piece of clothing. She shook her head a little

“Other than me, there hasn’t been a female stepping foot into Min’s space since Charlene”

You follow Tiff’s stare into the armoire. She pulls open the other door, revealing pictures pasted on the inside. She runs her fingers over the memories and looks to you.

“This was Cherry’s room”

Tiff forces a little smile, turning back to your things. You look to the photos again, seeing photo’s of a younger Tiff and Mingi. There is a third person, who you assumed to be Charlene, “Cherry”. You close the doors slowly, suddenly feeling guilt in the words you said. You purse your lips, wandering over to the side of the bed. You sit, pulling your legs up onto the mattress.

“What happened to her?” Your words are hesitant.

Tiff freezes, a heavy sigh leaving her lungs before she continues unpacking your bags.

“Min took me and Charlene in a handful of years ago. We both worked for Lee, got into a lot of trouble for him” Tiff nods slowly, her eyes staring blankly downwards “Mingi helped us get away from Lee. But, Charlene was his favourite girl. He did everything he could to get her back…”

Your mind starts to wander, thinking of how Lee treats you compared to the other girls. Even Alise. He is kind to them, respects them too. But for you, Lee always went above and beyond. Tiff’s voice begins to hum in your ears, bringing your attention back to her.

“Where is she now?” You interrupt.

Tiff closes your bag. She walks past you to place it in the armoire.

“I suggest you don’t touch anything in here that isn’t yours”

“Tiff? What happened to her…”

“I’m actually kind of surprised he told me to set up this room for you”

You turn onto your knees, facing Tiff. You start to speak again, your curiosity getting to the best of you.

“Tiffany” A low toned voice startles you both.

“Jesus Min” Tiff returns to her loud, foul mouthed self. “Stop fucking doing that”

Mingi walks into the room, bringing a heavy cloak of tension with him. His eyes are stuck to you, making you feel a little uncomfortable. You shift on the bed awkwardly, knowing he heard your conversation. His head turns slightly towards Tiff, but his eyes remain on you.

“You can leave now”

You look to Tiff, who returns your concerned expression.

“I didn’t say anything, Min”

The thing you’ve noticed about Mingi’s subordinates, including the girls, is their respect for him. Tiffany has shown herself to be quite outspoken, the most comfortable with poking and prodding at him. She appears to be the only one who can really push his boundaries. Though this topic, this girl, is one even she dared not speak of.

Mingi doesn’t respond to Tiff, he merely motions towards the door with an upward nod. Tiff presses her lips together, taking her leave. Mingi waits until he hears the click of the door closing over. You can see the muscles in his jaw tense. He takes another few steps into the room, the tapping of his shoes against the floor breaking the harsh silence.

“You’re awfully nosey” He finally states “I’m letting you stay in my home. Trying to keep you safe…”

Mingi’s words are quiet and calm, but they stab in your stomach. Stinging you with shame and guilt. You try to avoid his gaze, but he leans down gripping your chin with his fingers. He turns your face slowly to make you look at him. His eyes narrow,

“You could at least keep to yourself. Have a bit of respect”

“I’m sorry” The words leave your mouth before you even process that you had said anything.

Mingi drops his hand, straightening up in front of you. You breathe out slowly, the unknown tension leaving your body.

“There are some rules you need to follow while staying here” Mingi crosses his arms over his chest “First, you go nowhere alone.”

Your face scrunches

“You’ll have one of my men with you at all times”

“I’m not a child”

“Second. You have a curfew of 11pm..”

You scoff loudly, arms folding underneath your chest

“...Unless you’re working. Which you’re now working for me along side Tiffany”

“Excuse me?!”

Both you and Mingi hold each other’s stare. You can feel your blood boiling in your veins. You part your lips, running your tongue over your teeth. Mingi raises a brow

“Which part do you not understand”

You clench your fists at your sides. You feel as though he’s mocking you. Mingi shoves his hands in his pockets, waiting for a response from you. He tilts his head, rocking on his heels. He nods slowly as a response to your silence. Though he takes it as you agreeing with him, you’re just trying to  hold your tongue from saying something you’ll regret.

“So. You understand?”

You squint your eyes, a sarcastic smile pulling your lips.

“Yes Daddy”

Mingi's face drops, turning pale. He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing noticeably.

“Don’t call me that” His voice is low

“Well, don’t try to control me or act like one”

Mingi avoids your eyes now, running his hand through his hair. His hand rests at the back of his neck

“The house is free roam. Treat it as your home while you’re here” His voice seems softer now.

His eyes finally rise to look at you. Though you still feel angry with the conditions he’s given you, the way Mingi looks at you, you can almost detect a bit of concern. From what you have seen of Mingi, his eyes are dark. But they appear soft, almost sad, when focused on you.

“I’m down the hall if you need anything”

Mingi’s voice startles you. Your cheeks flush a light pink when you realize you’ve been staring at him a little too long for comfort.

“Tiffany’s room is next to yours”

You nod with an awkward amount of enthusiasm

“Sure. Okay”

Mingi nods once, reaching for the doorknob.

“I’ll see you in the morning then. Breakfast goes on the table by 8:30”

You force a small smile, pretending to fix up the bed.

“Mhm”

The night feels so long, dragging on uncomfortably. It’s difficult to pin point what exactly is making you feel uneasy. You’re in a strange home, with multiple strangers who suddenly decided they need to keep you safe. Lee, someone you used to trust with your life, is now apparently trying to hurt you. Kill you? You don’t even know that much.

You sigh heavily, kicking the blankets off your body. You sit up in defeat, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. You toes touch against the floor, its surprisingly warm. You wrap your arms around your body in habit, making your way over to your door. Peeking through your door, you slip through, avoiding any bit of noise.

The hallway is fairly dark, but a dim light fades in your direction. You move slowly, following the light to a door at the end of the hall. You peer through the crack, pushing the door open carefully. The door creaks when it swings open. You scan around the room, making the assumption that this was the room Mingi said was his.

You furrow your brows, noticing there isn’t a bed in the room. Your curiosity starts getting the best of you, pulling your further into the room. A couch, large desk with paper scattered, walls filled with news articles and photos; the room is set up more like an office than a bedroom. Though as you stray further, his wardrobe comes into view. A large closet set before an en suite. It seems though he treats his bedroom as an office, or vice versa.

You turn back towards the door, but a collection of articles catches your eye. A lot of the information is blacked out or written over in red ink. From what you can piece together, it exactly what you expect: Drugs, Vandals, Assault. A sharp pain squeezes your chest when your eyes land on a photo of familiar faces.

You pull the paper off the wall. As clear as black and white can be, the faces of Lee and Cherry look at you. The pain rises from your chest into your throat.

“murder suspect”

“assault”

“manipulation”

“substance abuse”

“suspicion of suicide”

Before you could piece together any information, a hand grasps the paper from your hold. He startles you. You look up to meet his finger pointing close to your face. Mingi doesn’t speak right away, but the look on his face and the paper crumpled in his hand are enough to tell you that he isn’t happy.

“What are you doing in here” His voice is unstable.

“I couldn’t sleep”

“So your idea of a lullaby is to invade someone’s privacy?" Mingi’s voice becomes harsher with each word.

Dumbfounded, you stare at Mingi, unable to form any words. That feeling of cowardice resurfaces in you. You cheeks feel hot as you cast your eyes away from his. Mingi grabs your face from underneath your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your knees weaken from his grasp.

“I asked you a question”

The eyes you had seen earlier, soft and concerned, are replaced with displeasure. Still, you cannot form any words. You merely hold your stare with his. His eyes scan your face. A gleam of guilt in his eyes changes his whole demeanor. He can see the hesitation and fear he’s instilled in you.

Mingi drops his hand, backing up from you.

“When I said the house was free roam, I didn’t mean disregard my privacy”

His words are still firm. You can’t understand why he has to scold you for everything. He’s the one who brought you in. You didn’t ask for this, yet you have to constantly tip toe around him and the secrecy on why he’s even brought you here.

You feel like a child. Belittled.

“If I'm such a hassle to you, why bother bringing me here” You look to the floor, tugging at the sleeves of your sweater.

Mingi huffs

“I already told you that I suspect Lee is planning some shit”

“And?” You look back to him “What do you think I’ve been doing without you for the last 2 years?” A sudden surge of anger hits you “Why do you think you suddenly need to take care of me? I was doing just fine before you pulled me aside in your club”

Mingi furrows his brows, a slight wince at your words

“I’ve known you for a whole what… 40 hours? And you just boss me around, scold me and make me feel belittled. You say Lee is so bad, he treats me better than you do”

Mingi’s jaw tightens. You swear you could hear his teeth grind.

“You told me you’ve known him for a long time. Something obviously happened to that girl”

You point to Mingi’s hand. He looks down at the ball of paper in his fist before relaxing his hand, the paper slowly crinkling.

“You’re making me involved but you’re not even telling me what’s going on. Why he’s doing this”

Mingi lifts his head, but doesn’t meet your eyes.

“You should go back to bed” He’s quiet

“You’ll be going with Tiffany tomorrow. She’s going to start training you to work the bar."

He spoke no other words, and walked past you, leaving the room. You watch him leave, unsure how you're supposed to feel. One moment he's making you feel a like a burden, the next you're filled with shame and guilt.

You push your food around on your plate, the quiet scraping being the only sound in the dining room. You glance up at Mingi, who sits across from you at the table. He focus is on an iPad, presumably work. He grabs his mug, bringing it to his lips. His eyes raise, looking over the rim of his mug at you.

Neither of you look away. Not until Tiffany enters the room. Mingi looks to her. He sets his mug down, and motions for her to come over to him.

As instructed, she walks over to him, standing between you two.

“Take her with you this morning. I want her to know everything. Floor, drinks, stock” Mingi looks towards you “Everything that I’ve taught you, pass on to her”

“If you want to replace me, just say so” Tiffany laughs, shoving Mingi roughly.

He raises a brow, looking up to her. Tiffany rolls her eye, grabbing his mug of coffee.

“Tough crowd”

You can’t help but smile at how Tiffany treats Mingi, and how he just accepts it.

“So” Tiffany takes a drink of the coffee “She’ll work a few hours, come home to rest, then come back again tonight to work with the girls?”

“No.” Mingi’s voice is hard, curt.

Tiffany looks from the mug, to Mingi. Her expression shows clear confusion with Mingi’s response.

“She’s learning everything, except hosting?” Tiffany reiterates.

Mingi has that stern look in his eyes again. He doesn’t respond to Tiffany verbally. He merely raises a brow. Tiffany looks down to you, breathing in deeply.

“Everything except hosting it is”

“Why” You immediately interrupt. “You’ve obviously seen me work the floor before. You’ve seen me at your own club”

“I said No”

“What is it with you that you have this dying need to keep me out of sight from everyone” Your voice starts to escalate. You can see Mingi’s expression changing, slowly becoming frustrated with you

“I already told you it’s to keep you safe until this situation is figured out”

You scoff a laugh

“Right, yes, I’m sure. It’s everything to do with Lee, and not some sick joke you like playing”

Words just roll off your tongue. You don’t even know why you’re arguing with him. You don’t know if you’re actually mad about the situation, or just like seeing Mingi get worked up.

Mingi narrows his eyes at you.

“Do you have to make everything an argument? Can you not just listen to me for once?”

“Yes Daddy”

Mingi slams his fist onto the table. Simultaneously Tiffany chokes on her coffee, spitting it out. You flinch at the sounds. Mingi’s face reddens and he looks away from you, flustered. You stand up a look to Tiffany

“I’ll be ready in 10”

You glance back to Mingi, his eyes still avoiding you. You sigh, walking off.

Tiffany watches you walk away before turning her attention back to Mingi. She wipes the coffee off her chin and laughs.

“Oh, Min. She’s a keeper”

“Fuck off…”

[cas-skz]

Two Is Better Than One

Choi San x (fem)Reader x Park Seonghwa

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings/Tags: 18+, MDNI, Unprotected Sex, Established Relationship, Pet Name (Kitten), Threesome, Oral, Language ... (read below)

Requested Hey could you write something about boyfriend!San and Seonghwa who is San’s best friend (but the reader knows and is close with Hwa) where San decides to do something different asking Seonghwa to join in the fun with voyeurism, threesome, mirror sex, raw sex, light choking, light hair pulling, dirty talk, double penetration, oral (m&f), masturbation, fingering, and anything else you think will go with these filth Thank you, Anon, for your request. Unfortunately, my brain didn't get all of your requests in there. I hope what I've written will suffice! There's always room for continuation ;) Enjoy <;3

@littleforeignaffairs

Both boy's eyes are glued to the television, their backs to you. You knew Seonghwa was coming over, but you assumed that the 3 of you would be doing something together. You lean on the back of the couch, pursing your lips as you look between the two boys.

“Guys. Really”

Neither one says anything to you. You sigh heavily, rocking your weight on the couch.

“Hwa. Breach”

Seonghwa merely grunts in response. You walk around the couch to get in front of them.

“I thought we were going to watch a movie or something” You whine, glancing between them. You pout moving in front of San, partially blocking his vision.

“Babe, please” He leans over to look around you. “Let us just finish this campaign, and we’re all yours”

You look to Seonghwa, who curses, dropping his controller to the ground. He hangs his head and sighs. You take a few steps over and sit in Seonghwa’s lap. He leans back into the couch, a hand on your back.

“Hwaaaa” You whine. “You’re supposed to be hanging out with me too.”

The three of you spend most of your time together. San and Seonghwa have been best friends since they’ve been kids, And you and San started dating just before high school. It’s safe to say you knew each other pretty well and all each other’s secrets.

You bat your eyelashes at Seonghwa, a finger slipping under his chin.

“Tell Sannie to give me attention too”

“San” He murmurs. His face stays in your direction, though his eyes dart over to look at San. “She’s doing it again.”

San glances over to you, smirking a little bit. You turn in Seonghwa’s lap, straddling him now. You place your hands on his chest, running them up and down slowly. You can hear San chuckle lowly, though he still focuses on the game.

“I can just get attention from you though, right?” You coo.

Seonghwa breathes in deeply when your hands glide up his chest, resting your arms on his shoulders. You bring your face a little closer to his, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Seonghwa looks to San, a slight nervous look in his eyes. You grip his chin,

“No, look at me” You force his face back towards you.

You see San from the corner of your eye set his controller down. He shifts on the couch, leaning back into the arm, but facing you and Seonghwa.

"You better listen to her” Both you and Seonghwa look at San. A sly half smirk pulls his lips. “This kitten bites”

You smile, finally getting your approval. You lean your body against Seonghwa’s, your lips close to his ear

“I’ll only bite hard if you ask me” You feel a twitch beneath you, and Seonghwa shifts some. You whisper softly in his ear. “Sannie told me that you asked about me when you guys were drinking”

Seonghwa looks at San, his cheeks burning. San still has a grin plastered on his lips. His arms folded over his chest, clearly enjoying the show. You turn Seonghwa’s face back to yours once again. Your lips are dangerously close to his. You can feel his hot breath hitting yours. Your parted lips smirk, eyes taking in his expression.

“You didn’t think he would agree, did you?”

San stands up, positioning himself at your back. He places his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you. He grabs underneath your chin with his hand, making you look up at him. An unintentional moan, turning into a laugh, leaves your lips. San kisses you deeply, breathing in through his nose.

Seonghwa swallows hard. You feel him bulging in his pants. You smile against San’s lips. San pulls back slowly, eyes still on you.

“I think he needs a little encouragement, kitten” San let’s go of your neck, turning his attention to Seonghwa.

You nod gently, fingers trailing over the collar of Seonghwa’s shirt. Your lips reach his ear again, giving it a small nibble. His eyes close immediately, breathing out shakily. His hands rest on your hips. You smile at his reaction. You let your lips fall under his ear, leaving a wet kiss against his skin. Seonghwa’s grip on your hips tighten.

“Take him to the bedroom” San’s voice interjects.

You oblige eagerly. Sliding off Seonghwa’s lap, you grab one of his wrists and start pulling him up. You grab San with your other hand, leading them both to the bedroom. Seonghwa still looks confused, but he isn’t arguing with you, or San for that matter.

“Sit” You demand both the boys.

San sits immediately, leaning back on his hands. Seonghwa hesitates a moment. You walk up to him, looking over his face. Your hand touches the waist of his pants, fingers walking down over his bulge. Seonghwa chews at his lip, eyes meeting yours.

“Sit” You repeat, this time more firmly.

“I told you to listen to her”

Seonghwa sits finally. You place your hands on his knees, leaning over. You look to his lips. They’ve always been plump and pink. You take his bottom lip in your teeth, pulling at it carefully. Seonghwa takes the chance and crashing his lips into yours. You smile, moaning gently on his lips. You pull back a little, lowering yourself between Seonghwa’s legs.

"Good boy” You notice a little shimmer in Seonghwa’s eyes when you speak. You glide your hands over Seonghwa’s thighs

“Now about these pants” You tilt your head “Can we take them off, hm?”

Your fingers trail up to the button of his jeans, pulling at them. Seonghwa looks down at your hands, then back to making eye contact with you. The second he nods, you pull, unsnapping them.

You glance to San, who is merely sitting in silence with a grin. You raise a brow, nodding upward at him.

“You too. Pants off”

San stands, unbuckling his pants and sliding them off. He’s already semi hard. His fingers wrap around his length, giving himself a few pumps. Both you and Seonghwa stare at San’s erection, hardening in his grasp.

You want to focus on Seonghwa , but San’s cock calls for you. You slide Seonghwa’s pants off, but lean over towards San. You hand reaches out, grabbing his hip. You place a kiss on the tip of San’s head, sliding just the head into your mouth. San groans a little, head falling back.

Your eyes raise to look at San, then shift to Seonghwa. You know he’s had his fair share of experiences, but he stared at you and San so innocently. You take your free hand, grabbing Seonghwa’s hand. You place it onto his erection, guiding him to touch himself.

Seonghwa chews the inside of his cheek, keeping eye contact with you. Your lips suck at San gently, your tongue swirling over his slit. You sigh a soft moan, tasting San beginning to leak. Your fingers curl around the base of Seonghwa’s cock, feeling it harden.

San looks down at you, an airy laugh passing his lips.

“Babe”

You pop your lips off the tip of San’s cock. You push at his pelvis, getting him to sit back on the bed. His hand resumes where your mouth left off, slowly pumping. You turn your attention back to Seonghwa, positioning yourself back between his legs.

Seonghwa takes his free hand, running his fingers through your hair. You smile, knowing he’s relaxing more. You look at his cock, standing tall now. You tut, a finger tapping at the tip.

“You’ve been holding out in me this entire time” You bring your lips down, grazing them over his length. You place a few small kisses before sucking softly under his head.

“Ah” Seonghwa breathes in sharply, his fingers unintentionally gripping your hair.

You smirk a little, gliding your lips to the tip of his head, as you did for San. You keep yours eyes on Seonghwa’s, licking your lips. You take his head in your mouth. His mouth opens a little, head tilting to the side. Slowly you suck him deeper into your mouth, his grip in your hair tightening as you lower.

Your fingers keep hold of the base of his cock as you start bobbing your head. Seonghwa breathes out a laugh. He leans back on one arm, hand still in your hair. You move your hand in rhythm with your head, your lips popping off his cock every few bobs. A creak of the bed grabs your attention. Another hand on your head.

San pushes your head down. Seonghwa’s cock hits the back of your throat. You whine a moan, vibrating on his head.

“Tell her how she feels” San orders Seonghwa.

Seonghwa’s hips jerk up, hitting your mouth. You slack your jaw, flattening your tongue against his twitching member.

“Fuck” Seonghwa breathes out hard “You feel amazing”

A tiny cough spasm your throat, but San doesn’t let up.

“Who does. Praise her right”

The knot in your abdomen tightens. Hearing San command Seonghwa, yet taking care of you, feels exciting. You slide your hand into your shorts, running your fingers over your wet opening.

“Your mouth feels amazing, kitten”

Your walls clench, and you push your fingers inside yourself. You moan, and San releases the pressure from your head. You lift your head, mouth still open. San uses his thumb to wipe the drool from your lips and chin. He smirks, leaning over to plant his lips on yours. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, tasting Seonghwa off you.

San grips the back of your neck, pulling you to get on the bed between the two boys. Seonghwa watches closely, his hand pleasing himself now. San swats your hand away from your pussy, inserting two of his own fingers inside you. You gasp, head falling back. You bite at your lip when San’s fingers push up against your soft spot.

You do your best to hold your moans. But San already knows how eager you’ve been this whole time. Your hips shake as you try to balance yourself on your knees. Your eyes feel heavy, beginning to fall. Heat drips down your legs. You hand reaches out to grip San’s shoulder. Your nails sink into his skin.

A pair of soft lips finds your neck. Your body feels as though it’s melting. You lean back into Seonghwa’s warm body. He places his hands at your waist, sliding them up your body to remove your shirt. It was then that you could feel that Seonghwa had removed his own shirt. You can imagine his fit body pressing up against you.

Your head rests against his shoulder, allowing him to prop you up. Seonghwa’s lips sucking your skin is what you need to help you reach your peak. Your walls clench tightly around San’s fingers, drenching the palm of his hand

“That’s a good girl”

You body shakes against Seonghwa. His long fingers wrap around your neck. You gasp a moan, eyes widening. The boys seem to have found their rhythm. San pulls his fingers from you, only to be replaces with Seonghwa’s fingers. His fingers circle your already sensitive clit. San moves in closer to you, touching his wet fingers over your lips. You open your mouth, waiting for San to make you taste yourself. But instead, he kisses you. You moan on his lips, sliding your tongue into his mouth.

San’s body pushes up against yours. The heat builds within you. It’s starting to get difficult making sense of left and right: San’s lips on yours, his cock pushed against your abdomen, Seonghwa’s against your ass, a hand on your throat, another teasing your entrance. You wince in pleasure, a high-pitched moan hitting San’s mouth. Your body tenses, but your walls start convulsing. You roll your hips against Seonghwa’s hand, dipping his fingers inside you.

You place your hand on top of his, holding his fingers inside you.

“Seonghwa” You moan. His head rests against yours. He breathes heavily in your ear and his fingers push against you.

“I’m cumming” You voice is barely audible between gasps for air and moans. Your eyes slowly shut, but a hand grips your face.

“Look at me” You open your eyes to see San staring you down.

He grabs Seonghwa’s hand, pulling it away from you. Your body weakens, falling slightly. You groan a sound of disbelief, hanging your head. Seonghwa lets you go. You lean over on all fours on the bed, breathing heavily, still shaking from your ruined orgasm. San tuts. He slips a finger under your chin, lifting your face.

“Moaning another man’s name” He scoffs, a cocky grin on his lips. He raises his brows “Should I really let you cum, while moaning another mans name?”

You look at San with pleading eyes. He cups your cheek softly

“You’re pretty when you’re eager” He bring his face close to yours. He brushes his lips on yours, tempting you. “You want me to let Seonghwa fuck you?”

You close your eyes, nodding.

“Please, Sannie” You breathe out shakily “Let Seonghwa fuck me”

San kisses your lips gently, then glances to Seonghwa.

“You heard her”

San travels up to the head of the bed, sitting back against the headboard. His eyes meet Seonghwa’s, and nods once with approval. Seonghwa runs a hand up the middle of your back. His touch makes you shiver. You back up the tiniest bit, bumping the tip of Seonghwa’s erection against your ass.

You look over your shoulder at Seonghwa. He’s busy looking over your body. You smile a little, pushing against him again. Seonghwa chews the inside of his cheek, now sliding his cock over your opening.

“Seonghwa. Please” You moan.

His hand grabs the back of your neck gently, and he pushes his cock into you. Your body jerks forward, a low groan emitting from Seonghwa’s lips makes your walls tighten around him. You press your lips together firmly, gaze meeting San’s. He grins at you, hand firmly wrapped around his cock.

Seonghwa slowly begins to thrust in and out of you, his grip slipping up into your hair. Seonghwa isn’t any bigger than San, though his girth makes you feel tighter around him.

“Seonghwa” You whimper “You feel so good”

You keep your eyes watching San. His eyes darken, an airy chuckle passing his nostrils. His cock glistens with pre cum, dripping down his shaft. You want it. You start to crawl towards San, but Seonghwa pulls your hair, pulling you back into him.

You gasp a moan, his cock slamming into you. Seonghwa leans down on your body

“Where are you going, Kitten?” He growls

This side of Seonghwa... is one you hope you get to frequent. His hips grind into your ass, his cock pushing deeper into you. You lean down, face against the bed, whimpering with each thrust. San's eyes haven’t lifted off you. You can hear him breathing heavily, his own subtle moans hiding between the sounds of Seonghwa colliding into you.

You turn your head to look at San. He has that hazy look in his eyes. San licks his parted lips, grinning a half smile at your fucked out face. He slide forward, positioning a leg on either side of you and Seonghwa. Your hands grip San’s thighs.

You take his red tip in your mouth. His cock immediately starts twitching in your mouth. San hisses as he pushes his throbbing erection into your welcoming mouth. You let a long moan pass travel up your throat. San leans back on one hand, his other pushing the hair from your face. You glance up at him. He fights to keep his lustful eyes open.

San’s head falls to the side with a moan. Seonghwa’s strong thrusts into to you keep bumping you forward, giving you the extra push to make San’s cock hit the back of your throat. You gag a little, unintentionally clenching your walls around Seonghwa. You hear Seonghwa curse from behind you. His body jerks on top of yours.

One of his arms wraps around your waist, his fingers rubbing over your clit quickly.

“I’m fucking close” He moans in your ear. “Cum with me”

You whimper at his demand, your body trembling between the two boys. As if it isn’t enough for Seonghwa to overstimulate your already swollen clit, you have San, fingers knotting in your hair controlling your head.

San is the first to cum. He pushes your head down on him, holding you in place when his cock starts to convulse.

“Shit..” His voice sounds strained. Following is a long deep groan accompanied with warmth hitting the back of your throat. San half chuckles Seonghwa’s thrusts still pushing you down.

"Take her" San huffs, letting go of your hair.

Seonghwa grips your throat. He sits up, pulling your body up against him. It's hard to hold yourself up. Your body tingles, feeling weak. Seonghwa's thrusts become faster, his cock hardening more inside you.

"I'm cumming" You whimper

Seonghwa's fingers still work your clit, one of your hands placed on top of his, applying more pressure. Your jaw slacks, heavy breaths heaving your chest. You look to San, who is already working his cock for a second time.

"Sannie"

You tense in Seonghwa's hold, your eyes widening. You grip Seonghwa's wrist and your hips started to jerk. You sigh a high pitched moan, soaking Seonghwa's hand and cock. You close your eyes tightly, trying to control your convulsing body.

"That's it" "What a good kitten" The boys compliment you.

Seonghwa's hand grips your throat a little tighter, his other arm moving up to wrap around your waist. He turns his head into your neck, kissing it. He groans against your skin, tensing behind you. His cock twitches inside you. You wait, with anticipation to finally feel his warmth. When you do, your body starts going limp.

Seonghwa holds you up and against him, his hips grinding his orgasm out. His fingers trail off your throat and over your chest. You feel as though your vibrating.

Sounds of erratic breathing from the three of you echo in the room. Seonghwa carefully lowers you down onto the bed, leaning over beside you. He pushes your damp hair off your flushed face. San moves next to you on the opposite side.

He smiles gently, leaning down to kiss you. Your mouths are dry, but it was a kiss none the less. Your eyes stay closed, San petting your hair back as well.

"You did well kitten" San coos

[cas-skz]

Behind Closed Doors: Skeleton Key

Choi San x Reader x Jung Wooyoung

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Series summary: You and your Boss, San, have a rather interesting relationship. After a year of you being his favourite Hostess at a local club, he becomes your senior at your office, and now your boyfriend. Your relationship is going smoothly, that is until an old love reemerges into your life. You'll now need to balance work, your new love and your old love.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings/Tags: MDNI, Alcohol, Language

Written by: @littleforeignaffairs

San has been gone the whole week, and as you expected, Tiff has been keeping you busy. Because you and San have been becoming more serious, you asked her if you could do some other things around the club and not just hosting. Tiff was eager to train you, knowing she would have more help with the duties she was responsible for.

“You’ll have to help me train the new kids”

Tiff says, looking over applications. You purse your lips a little, nodding

“I’ve been here long enough, I think I can handle giving you some input on that”

It’s only about midnight when you send a few of the training girls home. A lot of the new girls are younger than you. They’re spunky and full of life. Keeping them focused instead of gossiping among themselves is proving to be a difficult task.

You sit in the back room, stretching out in a chair, watching the girls head out. You sigh to yourself, hanging your head at the relief of silence. Until one of the girls yells out for you that is

“There’s some man here for you”

She peeks her head in the door.

You grab your phone from the makeup table.

“San didn’t message me?. Was it supposed to be a surprise?”

“Let him come in”

You pull your hair down, letting the natural volume and wave bounce. You lean forward, checking your makeup in the mirror. You run your finger along the side of your lip, wiping stray lipstick away.

Footsteps echo in the hallway, nearing the door.

“Papi..”

You smile, turning to face the door

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming. You should’ve went straight ho-“

Your face drops. It wasn’t San who appeared in the doorway.

Your eyes burn, chest tightens.

“What are you doing here”

You whisper

The man smiles sweetly. His smile always captivated you. He walks into the room with a quiet chuckle. He’s wearing slacks, fitting his bottom half well and a half buttoned dress shirt. He fit in well here.

“I thought you may have been excited to see me”

He says gently.

He stands close to you, looking down at you. His arms wrap around you, giving you a squeeze. You’re unsure of what to do, so just remain still in his hold. He still smells the same. The man releases you then cups your face, still grinning at you.

“How did you know I worked here”“What? You think I don’t know my girl”

Your stomach twisted.

“I haven’t seen you since high school… remember that”

The man looks at you with a touch of guilt.

“I know. I was stupid. We were still kids”

He breathes in deeply

“10 years is a long time, but you’re still as you were then”

You scoff a little bit, rolling your eyes

“How would you know. You were the one who cut all contact with me"

You turn away from the man to begin to gather your things. He grabs your wrist gently

“Jagiya”

He whispers softly.

You feel the heat rush to your face, anger pitting in your stomach. The tears that you had been holding back fill your eyes again. You keep your back turned to him, yanking your hand from him.

“Don’t”

You say firmly. You breathe in shakily.

“You lost that privilege.”

Echoing clacks rush down the hall, into the room. Tiff bursts into the room. Both you and the man turn to look at Tiff.

"Thank God…"

By this point, a few tears fell down your cheeks. You wipe them away quickly , meeting Tiff’s gaze. The man gives Tiff slight smile

“Tiffany, good to see you”

“What the fuck are you doing here, Wooyoung”

Tiff’s voice is like venom

“Haven’t you done enough?”

She walks by him, shoving his shoulder to grab your hand.

“I’m fine”

You whisper to her, wiping your eyes again.

“I just came…”

Wooyoung looks at you

“To say that I never should’ve disappeared like that. And, I thought about you a lot”

“Ten years is a long time Woo”

You say again.

He smiles softly

“Now, if I can’t call you Jagiya, you cant call me Woo”

His smile drops slowly, his dark eyes becoming sullen.

“Let me try to make it up to you”

“No” Tiff interjects.

“You have no idea how badly you broke her heart”

Your face feels hot. Anger. Embarrassment. Shame. It was all lumped together. Woo nods gently, his eyes staying on you.

“I don’t deserve it. I know. But I’m not giving up”

He turns and walks out of the room slowly. You breathe out slowly, only then realizing that you were holding your breath. Tiff holds onto your shoulders

“Im so sorry. If I knew it was him coming to see you, I would’ve stopped him”

You shake your head, forcing a smile.

“No, it’s not your fault. It’s okay. Though, I’d really like to head home now”

Tiff nods

“Yeah of course. I can finish up here”

She rubs your upper arms, in hopes to console you even the smallest amount.

“Let me know if you want me to come by”

You force a smile and nod.

* * *

You sunk into the bathtub, the water rising up over your chest, hitting your chin. The temperature was probably a few degrees too hot, your skin already tinting red. You rest your arm on the side of the tub, fingers gripping onto a way too full glass of wine. You feel numb to your surroundings as you think about what happened today. And the past.

You and Wooyoung dated from the end of middle school through high school. After graduation, you spent the summer together then ended up never hearing from him after he left for University. Woo was your first serious relationship, your best friend. He was your first for a lot of things. That’s what made his actions break your heart even more.

You sniffle, taking a long drink of wine. You grab your phone with your free hand, flipping it open.

03:30.

And no message from San.

You sign heavily, slapping the screen shut. It’s not that you want to talk to him about Woo showing up, but you miss him and really want him to hold you.

From what you and San discussed, he was supposed to be home earlier today. You can't help but wonder what's holding him up. You finish your glass of wine easily

“It’s possible he went straight home and slept”

San's officially CEO of the company now. He’s spent the last week away with workers, partners and meeting potential new partners. You know he’s going to be busier now. You’re just hoping for some communication and a bit of attention every now and then.

You know you’ll still see him at the office. He made the change to bring you as his personal assistant as CEO. You’ll be able to see him in the office all the time, but it won’t be the same as before. You’re happy for him though, proud to see his success.

You decide not to waste anymore time and get into bed. You wrap yourself up in a housecoat, not bothering with clothing. You look at your phone once more.

04:15.

No message from San, but a check-in from Tiff. You sigh, setting your phone to “do not disturb” and close your eyes.

* * *

It's already dusk when you roll out of bed. Another Saturday night at the club is waiting for you. Another night of training the girls, but this time you’re going in as Lola, and not just yourself.

On your walk to the club, you check your phone. You missed a call and text from San earlier in the evening.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t contact you. I lost my phone while traveling home. Tiff told me you’re working tonight. I’ll be there with a few guys”

Finally hearing from San gives you a feeling of excitement, but you also feel a little angry at him for letting you worry. Though, the moment you walk into the club and see the man socializing as he does, there was no anger.

You slip into the back room to change, before San or any other client saw you. Tiff peeks her head into the room while passing.

“San is heading to VIP 3 with his group. I didn’t see how many”

You raise a hand up, the other applying lipstick smoothly. You pucker your lips, popping them in satisfaction. You smile to yourself, bringing your mask up to your eyes, tying behind your head. For San's return, you apply a bit of perfume under your ears and clavicle. A scent he chose for you. Checking yourself over in the mirror, you smile at yourself and give a wink.

With your chin held high, you walk through the door of VIP 3. You rest your hands at your hips, a brow cocked as you scan the room.

“Papi”

You say firmly.

San raises his gaze from the attention of another man. His face is flushed a light pink, he’s been drinking for a while already. You prowl over to him. His lips pull into a slight smirk as he swallows hard. You grab hold his tie and pull his face towards yours. The sexual tension is thick

You could see the other men in your peripheral vision. If it was just the two of you in the room, you would have already devoured San. You scan over San’s face. He wears that half cocky grin you love.

“You’re lucky”

You whisper. He chuckles a little bit, licking his lips.

“I'll deal with you later”

You slowly let his tie slip from your fingers and sit down on his lap. You cross your legs, an arm draping around his shoulders.

“What can I do to please you all tonight?”

You look around the room at the others. San’s hand rests at the small of your back, his fingers sneaking under your top to touch over your bare skin.

The men and San chat, drink, and laugh for a while. San never asks you to do anything for them, which is normal for you two. Your fingers play with the hair on Sans neck. You smile softly at him, watching him enjoy his time with his partners.

“Gentlemen”

A new voice enters the room. The men hoot and holler as the new man joins the room. You, on the other hand, feel uneasy.

“You’re late!”

San calls out.

You slowly turn your attention to the man. Sans lips touch your ear

“I’ll introduce you to him properly on Monday. That’s Wooyoung. He’ll be working with us.”

You swallow hard, eyes unable to leave Woo’s presence.

“He’s… a new partner?”

You question lowly.

San nods

“He's my junior from university”

Your head snaps to look at him so fast that you could have gotten whiplash. Your eyebrows knot together, the nerves in your stomach only get worse. Woo settles next to San, giving him a hardy pat on the back. Your face flushes, making eye contact with Woo again.

Woo holds out his hand to you, you look down at it, then back to his eyes. They’re still kind, inviting. Instinctively, your hand falls into his, and he brings it to his lips, kissing it gently. San grabs your hand,

“Sorry Woo, she’s mine”

Wooyoung's smile curved into a cocky grin. He rose a brow, staring you down.

“Is that so. Well, we’ll see about that”

His eyes flicker over your face. He cocks his head a little, looking to your lips, then eyes.

“You look familiar”

His voice was soft, bringing his face closer to yours

“Don’t fucking toy with me Woo”

“Hey”

Sans voice interjects.

“Relax”

He gives an upward nod to Woo, signaling him to back off. Sans hand runs over your back. You look to him, forcing a small smile.

“I’ll be back”

You mouth to him. You place your hand on his cheek before standing up and leaving the room.

You walk out back into the alley to compose yourself. You bend down, hugging your legs, breathing deeply. You feel sick to your stomach, your head scrambling with thoughts. You find it difficult to figure out your next step. You spent the last 10 years forgetting about this man. Forgetting that you two were in love and out of nowhere he left you alone and heart broken.

Now, you have to work with him, for an undetermined amount of time. With your new romantic interest. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling a few tears that have build up. You hit your head gently on your knees.

“Jagiya”

You lift your head quickly to the sound of his voice. You stand up, wiping your face and clearing your throat. Woo comes closer to you. His expression is soft. He easily makes sadness look handsome.

“Why did you come back”

You murmur.

Wooyoung reaches his hand out to touch your cheek. His fingers are cold. Though the temperature outside is mild, it could have been nerves.

Wooyoung tilts his head. His lips touch your temple. The feeling stings your heart. He leaves his lips on your skin for a moment, and you don’t move away. His fingers hook your chin, turning your face away from him. His lips run down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek

“You can’t”

You raise your hands onto Woo’s chest, pushing him back slightly. Woo promptly holds his hand over yours, keeping your hand over his heart. You look at your hands, then to his face. His eyes look pained as he looks back at you.

“Babe?”

You yank your hand back immediately, looking to the back door to see San standing in the doorway. His eyes narrow when he sees Wooyoung with you. Woo hangs his head, sighing softly. You both make eye contact once more before Woo turns to walk away. He pats San’s chest, telling him goodnight as he walks past.

San nods and turns his attention back to you. His face looks puzzled, walking to you.

“Everything okay?”

He questions you.

“Mm, I’m just ready to go home”

You walk past San, going directly to the back room to gather your things.

You send a quick text to Tiff that you weren’t feeling well and needed to head home. San follows you into the back room. He rests a hand on your shoulder,

“Are you okay?"

He questions again

“Did he say something to you?”

You press your lips together tightly and turn to face San. You smile gently, shaking your head.

“No, everything’s okay”.

San inspects your face. You know he doesn’t fully believe you, but thankfully, he lets it slide

“I’ll take you home then”

San reaches for his keys in his pocket. But you grab his hand, and shake your head,

“You’ve been drinking”

San laughs a little bit

“I wouldn’t say I’m drunk”

“I don’t care… I don’t want anything to happen to you”

San smiles at you, cupping your face with one hand. He leans down, kissing your lips gently. The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts your moment.

“I’m heading out anyway, Hyung. I can take her home”

You look over your shoulder at Wooyoung, then back to San.

"Thats really not necessary, Woo. I'm fine"

Sans expression changes when you call him Woo. He looks between you two. He raises a hand, half pointing at Woo, then you. Your eyes widen at your mistake. You laugh a little, and turn to Woo.

“You know what.. yeah, I’ll take your offer”

You turn on your heels and grab Woo’s wrist.

The drive home felt awkward, at least to you. You thought about just walking, but you knew both Woo and San would be on your case if you weren’t delivered home safely. You did your best to keep your eyes out your window the whole drive. Though you would catch glimpses of Woo out of the corner of your eye, seeing him looking at you too.

He looks the exact same as the day he left. Sweet. Kind. The soft gentleman who broke your heart. Your throat feels tight, thinking about the two of you back then. It wasn’t until Woo touched your lap that you realize he's stopped the car and you're home.

You look down at his hand then to his face. His expression seems sad. You purse your lips a little and pat his hand.

“Thanks… for the ride Woo”

You start out of the car, but he holds onto your hand. You look at your hands again.

“What's your relationship with my hyung”

He asks without hesitation.

You furrow your brows a little bit.

“I don’t think that’s really any of your business”

He sighs a little, squeezing your hand.

“Well.. no, maybe not. But..”

He pauses, taking a moment.

The silence is deafening. You know exactly where he is going with this, and it isn’t going to end well. Yet for some reason.. you prompt him to continue. He cups your cheek gently.

“I still love you”

There it is.

The words make you ache. For 10 years, you had wondered to yourself where you and Woo had gone wrong. Why he broke it off like you had meant nothing to him. But it also made you angry. Tears sting your eyes, keeping your gaze with his. You can’t differentiate whether they’re tears of anger, sadness, or hope from your past love.

“You were my best friend”

You choke out. You shake your head, half scoffing

“You were the one who fucked that up”

“Jagiya..”

Woo whispered

“I waited!”

Your voice makes him wince

“I waited for you to explain to me why you suddenly tossed me aside”

Tears are now streaming down your face.

You stare at Wooyoung with blurred vision. He stays silent. You furrow your brows and hit him in the chest with your fist.

“Answer me!”

Woo hangs his head in guilt, allowing you to hit him a few more times.

He grabs your wrists gently after a few hits, stopping you from continuing on. You try to pull away from him. Instead, he pulls you towards him, colliding his lips into yours. Nostalgia engulfs your body and senses. You breathe in deeply , instinctively returning the kiss. Wooyoung releases your wrists and holds your face.

His thumb runs over your cheek, wiping smudged tears. His lips taste of whiskey. His scent feels like home. Your fingers knot in his thick hair, rendering a sigh from his throat. The sound is like a kick to your stomach.

You push Wooyoung back, one of your hands covering your mouth. Your body trembles nervously. Woo parts his lips to speak, but your hold your hand up, telling him to stop.

"Don't"

You can barely speak.

You sit back, eyes scanning around the car. More tears fill your eyes as you start to panic at what just occurred. You avoid looking at Woo, though you can see that he's trying to get your attention. Get a response from you. Anything.

You lick your lips, his taste still lingering. You shake your head, getting out of the car.

"Jagiya, please"

Woo pleads

"Let me talk to you"

You continue inside, ignoring his begging words. Ignoring the fact that you heard him start to get out of the car. Ignoring the fact you two kissed, even though you're dating San..

[cas-skz]

Enigma

Song Mingi x (fem)Reader

Summary: Song Mingi is a mystery to you. A man with morals, to a certain extent. The method to his madness isn't typical: Violence, threats, and crime. After the first time you encounter him, he's got you locked in. The first encounter, wont be the last.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning/Tags: 18+, MDNI, Language, Suggestive Content (Violence, Crime) Drugs, Alcohol, Guns

Written By: @littleforeignaffairs

The hollow barrel stares you down. Your chest is tight from panic, your heart feels as though it’ll bust

“Who sent you here”

You swallow hard, trying to dampen your dry mouth. No matter how you try, it won’t stay wet. You shake your head a little, trying to answer him. The barrel lowers

“Boss. Come on” Another voice says, the owner pushing down his Boss's arm, removing the gun from your line of vision.

You finally breathe, losing your balance some as adrenaline pumps through your body. You feel dizzy, trying to get enough air in your lungs to calm yourself.

“She said she isn’t involved in anything. Just calm down and leave her be. You don’t need to get caught up in it” The subordinate pats his boss on the shoulder a few times, giving him a slight tug to leave. The man pushes his gun in the back of his pants once again, turning to leave.

“Fucking asshole” You murmur “Who fucking pulls a gun on a random woman”

Both the subordinate and his boss halt

“Don’t” The subordinate hangs his head

The man looks over his shoulder at you, a sneering grin on his lips. He tilts his head, cracking his neck. He pulls the gun out again, cocking it and placing it under your jawline. He moves in close to you, eyeing you. Your eyes shut tight, the whimpers shaking your bottom lip. He is so close , you feel the heat from his breath. The presence of his body. You carefully open your eyes to look at him. He’s still looking over your face

“Don’t come here again” He whispers lowly. His voice vibrates his chest on yours. Your eyes look away from him and you nod quickly, aggressively. He applies a little pressure into the gun

"Pow..."

He narrows his eye, flipping the safety on , stepping back from you. You slide down the wall, collapsing. You didn’t notice before, but tears had welled in your eyes, and are now dampening your cheeks. He tuts, kneeling down in front of you. He grabs your face from under your chin, making you look at him.

“Don’t cry. You’re too pretty for that. Just listen to what I say and don’t come back with your nonsense”

You nod again. Both men leave you on the ground, walking out of your sight. You wipe your face with the back of your hands and tug your dress down on your legs. You take a few slow breaths, trying once again to calm yourself. You snap open your clutch, digging for your phone. You send a quick text to your friend, letting her know you left the club.

Even though you were heading home now, you could really use a drink after that encounter. You thought Alise was joking when she talked about Song Mingi. He had just proven her to be right, in some way or another.

You hate going to clubs. But it was perfect clientele. You stand with Alise at the bar, scouting potential buyers. You give Alise a little nudge with your elbow, motioning with your head to a group of guys. They look to be in college. Easy targets. Alise nods and walks over in their direction. You take a sip from your glass, eyes scanning around.

You and Alise got yourself caught up in selling drugs. It started out with the two of you just looking for some one night, one thing lead to another. Your supplier was eager to have you both sell for him. Having two sexually attractive sellers was great for business. He struck a deal with you both, giving you decent size cuts of profit.

You look to Alise, who’s still chatting with the boys. Seemingly going well. You grin to yourself, glancing up at the upstairs of the club. This is your first time at this specific club. Seeing it has a second level was kind of neat.

A group of older, well-dressed men stood around. Each of them standing on guard, serious looks stilling their faces. One man stood in the middle of them. His hands grip the metal railing, watching the club below. He reminds you of mafia boss. He fit such a cliché style. Hair styled back, tight fitting dress pants, half buttoned dress shirt, even the jewelry. You smirk a little to yourself. He is actually quite attractive. His eyes meet yours.

Alise, laughing, topples into you.

“How do you know!” She holds up a large amount of cash, still giggling. You smile at her and shrug.

“I just have a knack for it” You glance back up to the second level. The man’s face, stern with a brow raised, listens to one of the gentlemen with him. You cock your head, leaning into Alise.

“Do you know who that is?”

Alise follows your gaze. She often visits clubs while you stick to bars or private parties. This club, in particular, she frequents more.

“That’s the owner. Song Mingi”

You nod a little. He’s still watching you. Though Alise is still talking, you’ve tuned her out, more focused on Mingi.

“He’s apparently part of a gang. Something about drugs. Or is it illegal gambling. Maybe it’s both” Alise continues to ramble.

Mingi grips the railing tightly before pushing himself off and walking away. You watch as the suited men follow behind him. You toss back the last of your drink, setting the glass on the bar and patting your friend with your other hand.

“I’ll be back”

You push through the crowd of people. This is what you hate most. Strangers grappling onto you. You cringe a little, getting stuck between someone’s back and a very obvious, inebriated college kid. You can tell he’s out of it. His eyes barely open as he grabs your ass, pulling you up on his pelvis.

You scoff, turning your head from him and shoving yourself away from him. The projection pushed you out of the crowd, hitting into another man. You look up at who you hit; one of the suited men. He firmly grasps your wrist, pulling you outside.

“Wait, let go”

You try fighting him. He brings you out into the foyer, a few other suited men waiting for him. A second man assists with guiding you. Forcefully at that.

“What are you doing?”

They pull you into a room. You, then, realize it’s an office of sorts. The room is dim, quiet. It surprises you how well it’s sound proofed, you hear only silence. At the head of the room sits a large mahogany desk, it’s owner leaning against it. His long legs extending outward, crossed at the ankles. He stares you down as he rolls up the sleeves to his dress shirt.

“The hell was that” You complain to him “Is this how you treat your guests?”

Mingi crosses his arms over his chest. You look him over, his ego is clearly oozing from him. Mingi motions for his subordinates to let you go. You rub your wrist, glaring between the two men that had been holding you.

“What's this all about. Why am I here?”

Mingi tuts, raising a finger up as if he’s shushing you

“I’ll be asking questions, kid”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. Kid. You look older than he does. Alise said he he is the owner of this club, but he looks no older than 25. You also recall her saying something about the Mafia. Or drugs.

"Are you dealing in my club?”

That’s what it is.

Mingi cocks a brow, standing straight. He shoves his hands in his pockets, taking a few steps towards you. His shoes click against the floor. You look him head to toe. He’s taller now that he’s standing in front of you.

“I asked you a question” His voice startles you.

You’ve dealt with angry clients and such in the past. But there's an aura radiating from Mingi that intimidates you. Alise got into your head. You take a deep breath in, puffing your chest.

“Have you seen your guests? They're all fucked up anyway” You try keeping your voice stern.

Mingi nods slowly, rubbing his hand over his mouth. He walks closer to you once again. You instinctively begin to move backward.

“Who are you working for? They send you here?”

Your back hits the wall, you look behind you, almost expecting to see some way out. Mingi hovers over you, waiting for a response. He slams the wall by your head. You flinch.

“No one sent me. I’m here on my own terms” You spill

“Boss…” One of the subordinates tries to interject.

Mingi ignores him, his face trying to get into your line of vision. Trying to make you look at him. The more you try to look away, the harder it becomes. Mingi grabs your face with one hand, eyes glaring at you.

“And who are you?” You start.

You try gaining your confidence back. Standing up straight, you raise a brow. You poke his semi bare chest, it almost hurt from the firmness. You glance down at it.

Focus.

He’s staring at you, his own brow cocked.

“You can’t just drag people around without their permission. Especially young women!”

Mingi scoffs, running his hand through his hair.

“You really don’t know who I am?”

You nonchalantly shrug, pursing your lips some. Mingi let’s an airy laugh pass his lips. His face is a mix between disbelief and fascination. He nods some, accepting your challenge. His hands move behind his back. He slowly pulls a hand gun into your view. Your eyes stuck to its shape. Mingi changes his stance, one foot behind him as he slowly raises the gun to you.

“Boss” The same subordinate, once again, trying to redirect Mingi. He takes a step to Mingi, placing it on his arm, trying to lower it. Mingi tilts his head some.

“She wants to play. I’ll let her”

And that’s how you got involved with Song Mingi.