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tqmies · 11 months ago

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In Disguise

Description. Desperate and broke, your trio of nerdy friends offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Things are normal at first until you abruptly come across a camera tripod facing Doyoung's bed. Were your awkward friends really just camboy's in disguise?

Pairing. Kim Doyoung x Yuta Nakamoto x Kim Jungwoo x Fem Reader

Genre. SMUT, Camboy!AU, College!AU, Roomates! MDNI!

Warnings. Foursome (Do I even have to say it?), Unrealistic depictions of sex overall, A little MxM action, Fingering, Oral, Condoms taken off, Plan B mentioned, Voyeurism, Creampie, Degradation, Praise

Word count. 13K (oh...)

Note: This was supposed to be out ages ago but I'm proud (not rlly) to present this mess of a wet dream!

"You have no idea how grateful I really am." You state, placing down your last box into the vacant room. You sigh in relief as your back was literally killing you too much to drag another box up. And that was that the boys had helped you with a majority of it.

"You've said it a million times, I think we know." Yuta teases, opening the box on your bed as he shuffles through it. It was old books you had brought from your place, well a few of the tons you had. Most of them had to go into storage due to lack of room at your newest living arrangement.

Truthfully, you felt really bad about this whole thing, even though Yuta kept assuring you it was alright, all the boys did. But something felt terrible about rooming with your friends for free, and kicking Yuta out of his room at that.

The boys didn't want you to feel weird about sharing a room, so Yuta slept in the same room as Jungwoo for the time being, and that made you feel even worse.

"You can have your room back, I promise I can sleep on the couch."

"Then where would you put your stuff?"

And you had pretty much lost the argument then and there, but you were determined to make up for rent in other ways. You'd clean, do laundry, and cook a few of the meals you had mastered. You could buy groceries and maybe even pay the water bill every once in a while. Not that you planned to stay here for long, only until you found another job, seeing as the one you had rapidly started laying people off.

Which brought you back to square one, Yuta’s bed.

Not like that, get your mind out of the gutter!

"I'm home!" Jungwoo announces as you hear the front door shut, his loudness already alerting you. You heard the loud clank of his keys on the counter, and his footsteps making their way towards you.

"We just finished bringing all the boxes up." Doyoung comments, giving Jungwoo a much deserved side eye.

"Oh I made it just in time then."

Jungwoo came bearing gifts though, handing out bottles of water to you guys. "I got them from one of the tents on campus, here's a shirt too!"

And before you know it, you're being hit in the head with the shirt Jungwoo threw at your face. You throw it off as you jokingly threaten him. "I'm going to crack your glasses in half Kim Jungwoo."

The male cowers in fear as he scurries off to his room, shouting behind his shoulder. "Do you guys wanna see what I'm working on?"

Doyoung jumps up, always eager to divulge in Jungwoo's nerdy projects. "Sure."

"I'm designing a supersonic VTOL fighter jet!" The engineering major says, lugging his laptop towards you all, showing you some prints on his screen. They're blueprints and sketches, and random little notes on the side, but you really can barely tell what you're looking at.

It's not that you were dumb, you were actually a very decent student. But the men in the room with you? Jungwoo was a mechanical engineering major, which said enough. Yuta was pre-med studying to be a doctor, and Doyoung? He's here on a full ride scholarship studying computer science.

So, for lack of better words, you were the dumbest in the room.

Not that you cared anyways, the boys never made you feel less than or anything because of your simple major. You also took pride in it, sure you weren't designing future airplanes or developing software, but it was enough for you.

"Looks cool, but you should widen the wingspan, I see possible blockage through the-" Doyoung starts on with his commentary.

"Yuta! Do you want to help me start cooking?" You ask, the male seemingly uninterested in the plane, and you could relate. He nods and follows you to the kitchen, adjusting his frames.

After checking their fridge for ideas, you start filling a pot with water to boil some pasta in, directing Yuta to start chopping up some garlic. He follows directions well, as one would expect, and does as he's told.

"How did your mid-term go?" Yuta breaks the silence, referring to the grueling test he had helped you with.

"Fine, I got an 80." You reply, measuring out more pasta.

Yuta raises a brow as he places the knife down. "An 80? But we studied all week."

"Yeah but some of the questions were hard, I didn't remember." You say, and you were truly satisfied with your grade. Sure you had studied, but not everyone retained information as easily as your friends, and they were still having trouble learning that you weren't going to get a 100 points every time.

Yes the boys had extreme book smarts, but they lacked a little street smarts sometimes. They were less empathetic and more clear cut, but you knew they meant well. Though it didn't mean their lack of social cues hurt any less though.

Sometimes you wonder how you had even befriended them. Especially Doyoung, who was usually no nonsense and short worded on campus. But it could all be traced back to Jungwoo.

It was back in freshman year, and on your very first day of class. You had rushed in, confused to see that they had already started without you, which was weird seeing as your class wasn't supposed to be in session for another thirty minutes. You had just waved it off as an accident and sat down, right next to Jungwoo.

During a break, he had introduced himself and asked you if you were excited for Math 2414, and inquired about what your major was.

That was when you realized in horror that you were in Calculus, and not Pre-calculus. No wonder they had already begun, it was the wrong class! And you were not trying to take anything beyond what was required for your degree. "So this isn't pre-calculus?"

"No, I took that in high school! You didn't get that out of the way already?" He had asked, and just then did you realize what kind of person you were dealing with.

You had explained the situation to Jungwoo to which he was really understanding, offering to show you your actual classroom for your next class day. You had agreed, and then by some coincidence, you had run into Jungwoo a few days later. Catching up with him and mentioning you were having trouble with a certain concept already, to which he had offered his help.

You had started having sessions regularly, and Jungwoo had invited you to study with his group of friends, which is where you met the others.

Despite them being a little intimidated by you (And vice versa), you had all got along well, and you were thankful for that. Despite not having great social skills, they were actually a lot less complicated to deal with. They spent a majority of their time studying or doing school work, burying their noses in books. And if not? Then they're playing a computer game Doyoung designed, or testing if Jungwoo's rocket model could fly in the middle of a JCPenny parking lot.

They didn't have a lot of drama either, and you were sure they'd be simple enough to live with. Come to think of it, it's always been tidy whenever you've visited. Jungwoo's bed was always made and Doyoung's desk always clean. Yuta's was exceptionally organized too, even donning some expensive looking anime figures in displays on his shelf.

They were such nerds.

You snort to yourself as you pour the sauce onto the plates, food ready to be eaten. Funny enough, you hadn't even had to call the boys. Yuta had helped you but Doyoung and Jungwoo had hounded the kitchen counter and talked your ear off, both excited for a home cooked meal. Apparently, none of them could cook very well and they usually opted for take out, so this was a relief.

"You guys literally had all the ingredients already." You giggled as you sat down on the small table they had in their apartment.

Jungwoo shakes his head. "Doesn't matter if you don't know how to make anything out of them."

"Thank you by the way, this is really good." Doyoung nods, and by the way he scarfed down half of it already, you'd say he's telling the truth.

"Slow down, you'll choke." Yuta says concerned before his expression changes into a different one. "Wait, you should choke! I can finally practice my CPR on a real person!"

"Well if you haven't practiced on a human yet, I don't think I can trust you." Doyoung shoots him a glare.

"You're hindering my first-aid progression." Yuta narrows his eyes as he takes a bite of his food. The air grows quiet as you voice out what had been weighing on your mind.

"So, any plans for tonight?" You ask, wondering what you're going to get up to a Saturday night. You had a long week, especially since you had woken up on Monday to an eviction notice, so you'd say you could use some time out.

"Hm? Probably start looking over my lobotomy notes for my lecture next week." Yuta responds, earning a chorus of acknowledgment from the other males.

"O-okay, Doyoung?" You ask, but you think you can already guess too.

"I'm beta testing this program my friend just finished, probably'll take me all night." He speaks, attention on his food.

You deflate, looking towards Jungwoo. "Nice, and you?"

"Putting my blueprints into a 3D maker and drafting up a scale model of it." He says, and you take note of how he looks excited about it.

This was quite a turn from what you were used to, you had to remind yourself that these weren't your typical college guys. Yet, you could feel your left eye twitching slightly. "Guys! It's a Saturday night."

"Mhm?" Doyoung replies, his eyebrows furrowed, like the day didn't change anything.

You scoff, "So what, no frat parties? No bar hopping?"

You're met with blank looks, the men looking utterly confused as Jungwoo shakes his head, unfamiliar with both scenes. "No?"

You sigh, facing the fact that you're going out solo. You could probably text a few of your other classmates to meet up wherever you went.

"You guys do that, I'm gonna go get laid tonight." You shrug, getting up to put your dish in the sink. "Yuta you can sleep in your bed if you want."

"Wait- Where are you gonna go?" Jungwoo asks, following you to the kitchen with furrowed brows.

You shrug. "I don't know, maybe a club? Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. If I get home before morning then I'll just crash on the couch."

"If?!" Jungwoo's eyes widen at the prospect of you being out all night.

You place a hand on his shoulder. "I have a key, don't wait up."

And he stands there shocked, the other two watching as you head to your room to shower and change your outfit. You had a long night ahead of you.

Even afterwards, when you had stepped out in

You try your best to quietly open the front door, met with only pitch black darkness as you assume everyone was asleep. It was two in the morning, and in their defense, you did tell them not to wait up.

Slipping your heels off, you step quietly towards the couch. You peel your tight dress off and realize you have nothing to change into, and you weren't going to wake Yuta to just grab a shirt. Luckily for you, there was a blanket you could cover yourself with, so you discarded the bra as well, thankful that at least you had worn shorts under your dress tonight. You sigh as you lay down, head still spinning as you come down from earlier.

You had succeeded in your quest of getting laid, thoroughly being manhandled by a guy named Mingyu who went to a neighboring university. The sex was actually pretty decent, but it could've been better. You had wanted someone to bend you into a pretzel and fuck you until your legs were rendered useless for the next week. And he just couldn't provide that. Maybe you'd have to trust in your rainbow dildo from now on.

You brush the thoughts to the back of your mind as you finally find sleep, eyes fluttering shut.

You swear, it felt like you were asleep for all of two seconds when you hear the blaring alarm clock from one of the rooms. Followed by the sound of things being knocked over.

Rubbing your eyes as you sit up, hangover hitting you hard, but your eyes are drawn to frantic looking Yuta running around the apartment out of his room. He moves over a few things on the dining table quickly and you watching confusion.

"Where are they?" He mutters to himself, throwing some things in the kitchen around as well.

Sitting up, you rub your eyes as your vision adjusts. "What're you looking for?"

"Just my- Oh, where is your shirt? Why are you naked?" He rambles, covering his eyes as he turns around.

You hadn't even noticed that the blanket you used to cover yourself all night had slipped down, accidentally revealing at least part of your boobs to Yuta. "I slept like this because I didn't want to barge into your room to grab a shirt, sorry. I'll go do that now!"

You get up and scramble to the room, feeling so shitty at making Yuta uncomfortable. Opening the drawer, you slip on the first shirt that's there. You don't even look at it before you're rushing out and apologizing profusely to Yuta. "It's only my first morning here and I've already flashed you."

"Is that my shirt?" He asks, eyes wide and your look down to confirm that it was, in fact, Yuta's shirt.

"Oh! And I stole your shirt, I'll wash it and put it back! I really am sorry, I'm just so hungover right now." You hang your head in shame as the words slip out.

"No! No, really it's fine." Yuta dismisses as he waves his hands. "I found my keys so I have to go now, see you when I get back!"

And with that, he's out the door, face tinted red.

God, you were a fool! Sighing in defeat, you make your way to your room, slipping off the shirt and trading it out for one that was yours.

What you didn't know was that Yuta was still standing on the other side of the front door, mind reeling as he replays the mental image of your nipples peaking through the fabric of one of his shirts. He didn't think you'd be giving him this much trouble already! It was the first morning!

Back inside, you're gathering clothes to take a shower. Jungwoo opens the door to his room, unexpectedly rushing out as well, saying he had somewhere to be as he's unable to meet your eyes. You had no idea everyone would be so busy this morning. Was it usually like this? You shrug, too tired and ready to be met with steaming hot water as you bid him goodbye.

After your shower, you not surprised to see Doyoung up as well, sitting near the kitchen as he munches on a banana. You can see his computer in front of him displaying some kind of code, and he doesn't look like he got a wink of sleep. Did these boys ever take a break?

"Good morning Doyoung." You yawn, making a bee line for the coffee machine. You grab a K-Cup and try to figure your way around the machine as you fail to notice Doyoung's stare.

"Oh, Morning." Doyoung finally gives a greeting back, thankful that your back is facing him right now with the way the blood was rushing to his face. Now, Doyoung wouldn't say he was a pervert or anything, but he couldn't help the way his eyes were glued to your shorts.

You break him out of his spell when you turn around, coffee mug in hand. You're frowning, "Why's everyone so busy today?"

"It's like that everyday, we rarely see each other in the mornings." Doyoung explains, keeping his composure still as he tries not to let his eyes wander. He's not stupid, he knew it'd be a little difficult to live with someone as hot as you, but he figured he could handle himself.

"Oh that's too bad, I wanted to make everyone breakfast." You speak, turning around to open the cabinets, unaware how Doyoung's eyes shot straight back to your ass. "So, how was your night?"

"I-it was alright, and yours?" He asks while he clears his throat, already semi-aware of your ventures that you had announced.

"Can't say it was any better." And you leave it at that as you sigh. What could you mean by that? Did you not get laid? With an ass like that?

"Oh.. Well, I have a meeting with my professor in twenty so I have to get going soon." He nods, and you just about lose your mind.

"On a Sunday?"

"Computers work on Sunday's too."

God, what was he on about? "Okay Doyoung, see you later then."

Weirdly, you felt the least your friends could do was amuse you. But so far, you were beginning to realize that they're likely this busy all the time, between their schooling and internship jobs, they were packed.

Speaking of jobs, it was time to start looking.

Eight online job applications later and you're about ready to move to the woods and start living like a cave woman off the grid. No money, no bills, and no rent. Sadly, you were too accustomed to running water to let that happen though.

So you decide to drop off an application at a promising job near you, before hitting the inevitable brick wall. You don't have a printer.

Surely one of the boys had to have one, right?

Wrong, it seemed as you looked into Jungwoo's room. It felt weird to just peep in there, but you didn't want to bother him by texting since you knew he was busy. Unfortunately, you were already aware that Yuta didn't have one either.

Which left you with peeping into Doyoung's room. Maybe if you had just, I don't know, used the printer available at your college campus, you wouldn't have discovered such a life altering sight.

Yet, for some reason, that possibility didn't cross your mind as you swung the door open. And you felt like your jaw hit the floor as you stared ahead almost immediately.

Positioned right above Doyoung's bed, was a camera.

And not just any camera, an ultra HD expensive looking one, and that said a lot seeing you knew nothing about cameras. To make matters worse, it was held by a tri-pod. Could it be any more obvious?

You close the door as you stand, feet plastered to the floor in horror. What the hell was Kim Doyoung doing with a classic porn set up in his room? Kim Doyoung?! The nerdy TA who ran from woman that were just trying to ask him class-related questions? The male who grimaced at any sight of public of public affection? The one who rolled his eyes in annoyance when others made dirty jokes?

That Kim Doyoung was making porn?

Yeah right, you could almost laugh at that.

There had to be another reasonable explanation, right? You had known Doyoung for a while now, and he definitely didn't even seem like a man who was too keen on pre-marital sex, there was just no way he was filming it.

You doubt he even watched porn, that's how busy and wound up he seemed. There was no way on this green earth that he was doing that. But that doesn't explain what the camera was doing there.

You had to find a way to connect this to his nerdy computer job or you were going to go crazy.

You got home around five in the afternoon after dropping off the finally printed application, and picking up a few things, like toilet paper and laundry soap, that you had noticed missing around the apartment. Mostly just buying yourself time to get over the weird thoughts you were having now.

You doubt you'd be able to look Doyoung in the eye without crumbling, so you text your friend Mark if you can crash on his couch, he lives closer to campus anyways. He responds almost immediately with a sure dude, and you decide you'll stop by the house to pick up pajamas.

You don't expect anyone to be home as you unlock the door, but of course, everyone was home. All of them gathered in the living room with takeout boxes as Jungwoo spots you. He holds one up, "We didn't know when you'd be home, but we ordered for you."

You smile as you thank him, opening the box to reveal your favorite dish. You hadn't explicitly told them lately, but they had remembered? That makes your heart swell for your friends a bit as you spot Doyoung out of the corner of your eye. Oh, right.

"Actually, I have to go do this thing tonight." You lie. "So I just stopped by to get some clothes."

"Really? Is everything okay?" Yuta inquires as you nod. And it's as if there's no awkwardness from him after the incident this morning either, so you're grateful for that.

"I'm fine, I'll be home tomorrow." You explain.

"Well, could you spare a minute to eat with us?" Jungwoo pouts, and you find yourself nodding before you can stop yourself. You were always a little weak for him.

If Doyoung notices your odd behavior as you sit by him, he doesn't say a word about it. In fact, everyone seems to go about their business. Everyone filling you in on how busy their days were and asking about what you had been up to.

"Oh, I left the bags by the door, but I bought some stuff we needed."

"You're an angel." Jungwoo comments. "I was scared I was going to have to use napkins instead of toilet paper again."

"That's so gross Jungwoo." Yuta reconciles and you all laugh in agreement.

"So, you'll be gone all night then?" Doyoung asks, bringing your attention back to him. Your eyes dart to his hands, right as he twirls the noodles around his chopsticks. Sure you were still wondering a little about the camera situation, but it wasn’t like that right? Though you can’t help but notice how pretty his hands were.

His fingers were long, and you couldn’t help but imagine how they wrapped around his own cock. If he filmed anything, would he jerk off and beg his viewers to let him cum? Or was he more dominant, shoving his thin fingers into a flashlight as he spoke nasty words, or maybe even in another girl. The visual alone is enough to get you hot and bothered. But you shake yourself out of it, this was the dorky comp-sci major you lived with, you should not be thinking about him like that.

"Yeah, I'm working on a project with Mark, figured I'd just spend the night since we have the class together in the morning." You put together, pretty impressed with how well the lie was coming out.

"Mark?" Yuta raises a brow, the name familiar to him. "Like the hockey player?"

You nod, curious. "You know him?"

"Not really, just know he's a jock."

You catch his implication. "Well, he's not like that. Plus, he's my friend so you guys shouldn't worry, not like I'm spending the night with a stranger."

Jungwoo grows uncharacteristically quiet. "Oh."

"So Jungwoo's being fucking weird, Doyoung might have an onlyfans, and Yuta's saw your boobs?" Mark parrots back as you two sit on his living room couch, he's shifting the lollipop in his mouth from one side to the other as he thinks. His brows furrow in concentration as he cooks up a response.

"Exactly."

Haechan, your friends roommate and fellow hockey teammate, laughs loudly as he enters the room. "And it's only your second day living with them?"

"Told you the losers would be a lot to handle." Mark shrugs, and you roll your eyes. These two didn't have the greatest impression of your other three friends, reducing them down to the nerds everyone thought they were.

"I didn't see you offering me a room," You defend. "Plus, they're super easy to live with so I don't have much else to complain about."

"You could always just share a bed with me." Haechan smirks, and you fake gag. "Your room smells like shit."

"Hey!"

"Anyways, I'd rather live with my beloved nerds than with you two sleazes." You state truthfully, scrunching your nose.

"Doyoung might be slinging his dick on camera, yet we're the sleazes?" Mark giggles, and you hit him in the arm.

"I don't think that's the case but, is there any other explanation?" You groan, stealing a chip from a bag hidden on Mark's side. He swats at your hand as you grab another one.

"He could just be into filming." Haechan offers, joining you two as he pops open a soda. And you ponder if Doyoung's ever been seen with a camera before.

You shake your head, doubting it. "He's never mentioned anything like that."

"Well running from him, and the rest of your roommates, is just going to make them think you're ungrateful. It'd be better to just confront them now and get over it." Mark advises, and the other male agrees.

Haechan places his soda down. "Why does it matter anyways? What Doyoung does in his apartment is no one else's business."

"Well-" You stop yourself as you look down. "I don't know."

"What's up?" Mark says at the shift in your attitude.

You hadn't confronted it yet, but the though of the things Doyoung did on his bed with his camera running? You hated that you wanted to see it. You hated that you ran with the implication of him having a scandalous hobby, and that you wanted a front row seat.

"I don't know, even with those wire-frame's and all, I think he's kind of cute." You admit begrudgingly, leaning back into the couch in embarrassment.

"Oh my God," Haechan sits up. "The thought of him doing that has you all hot and bothered! That's what it is, it's not even about him actually doing it, its about you thinking he is."

"And you're just having trouble grappling with your feelings." Mark shrugs as he pops a chip into his mouth, lollipop stick discarded.

You cover your face with your hands. "Stop.."

Mark sighs, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Don't hate the messenger."

"Okay sure, Doyoung's nice to look at but if anything, I'd be more into Jungwoo." You reveal, and it's true. If there's anyone in the house you'd like in that way, it'd be Jungwoo. You two just had a better connection, even if he'd be acting different lately.

"In a weird science-y kind of way?" Haechan tilts his head before groaning. "Why him when you could have the hottest frat boy on campus?"

"There you go again." You glare, knowing instantly that he was referring to Lee Jeno's crush on you. You know full well the two in front of you were rooting for their friend. They also thought you were too attractive to be hidden behind stuffy scholars all day. And sure, Jeno was sweet, and easy on the eyes, but you just weren't into him. "Stop trying to set me up."

"Worth a shot."

"Anyways, I think instead of just hiding here." Mark narrows his eyes. "You should go home and explain everything, that way you don't continue scuttling around out of nervousness."

"And admit that I thought about Doyoung in that way?" You exclaim, face palming. "Mark, that's a terrible plan."

"You don't have to say all that," Mark crosses his arms in retaliation. "Just talk about Jungwoo's behavior and clear the air with Yuta."

You hang your head in defeat. "Can I at least wait until tomorrow?"

"Nope. Now."

You plead as you caught off guard by his insistance. "But Mark-"

"He said now." Haechan repeats, grinning at your misery.

"Oh so now you two agree?" You scoff in disbelief. Those two loved to argue about everything, but of course they could team up against you.

Mark nods, pointing to the door. "Go before it's past their bedtime."

"Don't be ridiculous Mark." Haechan feigns seriousness before he chuckles. "They have to tuck each other in first."

"You two are so annoying." You mutter as you pack up your bag. Shooting the two endless glares as you slip your shoes on.

Thirty minutes later and you're at the front door of what is now considered your home. Even when it was just your friends, you had never felt this nervous entering it before. You take a deep breath in as you stick the key in the lock, ready for confrontation.

You're met with chatter in the living room, relieved that they were still up, at least you wouldn't be waking them. You close the door behind you quietly as you take your shoes off and make your way to the living room.

You take a deep breath as you round the corner. "Hey, I'm back-"

You freeze in your place at the sight before you. It seriously seemed liked your friends had been abducted by aliens. There was no way the image before you was real. Your eyes widen as your jaw slacks, "What. The. Fuck."

Your met with three pairs of eyes staring back at you, Yuta standing up from the couch first. "I-I thought you were going to be gone all night."

You stay still from shock, brain trying to come up for any reasonable explanation as to why your friends looked liked male strippers right now. "You...You're Yuta?!"

Yuta looks taken aback. "Just with a little makeup."

Just a little? Yuta looked completely transformed, his hair gelled back nicely instead of awkwardly parted down the middle. The black glasses and collard shirts traded out for thick rings and painted nails. He looked like a rock star, and was that a tattoo?

"We can explain." Doyoung awkwardly looks down. Your knocked out by the sigh of him as well. Gone is his usual stern put-together look, instead he's donning smoky eye shadow with layered gold necklaces as his dark hair messily frames his face. He's wearing a sleeveless shirt, and that catches you heavily off guard as he usually only wears loose fitting clothes. He had been hiding those toned arms the entire time?

You take a step back. "How do you plan on explaining why it looks like I just stepped onto the set of Magic Mike?"

Your eyes finally meet the quiet boy who had been on your mind recently, Jungwoo. And to say he looked stunning would be an understatement. He was wearing a cropped shirt that showcased his toned abs as he stood up, the red color of it contrasting to his skin perfectly. His eyes looked striking, and he's wearing dark makeup as well.

You'd hate to admit it, but the sight of the men had you suddenly rubbing your thighs together and trying to stop your head from spinning. What the hell was going on right now? What alternate timeline has you just entered?

"Why don't you sit?" Doyoung suggests, avoiding eye contact.

"Umm, alright." You comply, hesitating. When you look back up with expectant eyes, they start to get nervous.

Yuta sits as well, and you're trying not to drool. "Don't freak out."

You side eye him, this was an unusual reaction. "Right.."

"I'll just come out and say it," He pauses. "We're camboys."

He watches your face for a reaction but you provide none, instead choosing to have an explosion in your mind as you keep your composure outwardly. You turn to face him, calmly. "Oh."

Doyoung repeats. "Oh?"

"I don't know how I'm meant to react to this." You struggle truthfully. One, you were grappling with the explanation that you were right in your assumptions. Two, you were trying your best not to just gawk at them. "Plus, it's none of my business, I just came home to apologize."

Jungwoo furrows his brows. "To us?"

"I kind of already saw the tri-pod facing Doyoung's bed and jumped to conclusions. That's why I was acting distant, and I also flashed Yuta this morning-"

"You what?" Doyoung perks up.

"It wasn't on purpose." You wave your hands around before lowering your voice. "And I wanted to know why Jungwoo's been acting weird lately, and if I did anything wrong."

Jungwoo looks taken aback. "What? No, you didn't do anything wrong."

"Are you sure? You've been acting off since I've moved in." You respond, trying not to ogle your friends abs. It was proving to be harder than you thought as you forced yourself to look him in the eye.

Yuta and Doyoung exchange a knowing glance that you miss as Jungwoo stutters for an explanation. "I'm sorry, I've just been stressed."

And you just nod, the tense atmosphere in the room suffocating you. "Maybe I should go."

"Are you bothered?" Yuta asks, stopping you. The rest of the boys look genuinely worried, and you feel terrible. Your silence must've come off wrong.

"What? No, this is your house! You can all do whatever you want." You admit genuinely.

Doyoung shakes his head. "We could've at least let you know before hand-"

"No, really, it's fine." You reassure him as you make eye contact with the two other boys. "Also, your secrets safe with me, I won't say anything."

"We know you won't." Yuta nods. "We trust you, and we're sorry we didn't say anything sooner, we just didn't want things to change."

"Nothing has changed, alright?" You smile. "Everything's normal."

Everything was far from normal as the days progressed. Sure, the boys seemed a little more loose around you, knowing they didn't have to hide their nighttime activities from you anymore.

But you, on the other hand? Let's just say you were having a hard time not opening a incognito tab on your computer to search for your friends content. Though you knew their accounts wouldn't be easily traceable, likely not having their real name attached to it at all.

It still didn't stop you from wanting to look though.

"If you zone out one more time, I'm kicking you out of my apartment." Haechan voices in annoyance, noticing your lack of attention on some crazy story he was telling you today.

"Yeah, what has you so spacey?" Mark asks, returning to Haechan's bedroom with a water bottle in his hand.

They were unaware of the events, as you had kept your mouth shut, as promised. But it was beginning to grow harder to keep everything to yourself, especially with the way you'd been feeling lately. So with Mark's curious eyes on yours, the words spill out like a waterfall. You recalling everything that had happened to your closest friends, including how badly you wanted to know what the others were up to behind the camera.

Haechan looks gobsmacked, mouth agape as he takes in your words. "..Jungwoo has abs?"

"Is that all you got from that?" You voice frustratedly, they were insufferable.

"I'm never seen him in the gym a day in my life!"

"You don't go to the gym Haechan!"

"All three of them?" Mark repeats, in utter shock as well.

You nod back. "I don't know if they film together or what but-"

"You wanna see it." Haechan finishes for you. "You pervert!"

"I'm not a pervert!"

"You're a pervert. Pervert, pervert, pervert!" Haechan continues in a sing-song voice as you feel your eye twitch. You don't know why you told these two, not like they could offer any useful insight.

Before you can retaliate, Mark's shushing his friend. "I know how to fix this."

You listen because, really? How could Mark possibly know how to solve the inner turmoil brewing inside of you? What could make it all go away?

You admit. "I'm all ears."

"You need to get laid." He states, and your brows fuzz.

"Uh..." You trail, trying to figure out the nicest way to shoot him down.

"Not by us!" He responds, almost reading your mind, then turning around and pretending to puke in Haechans mini trash can. How mature. He comes back to his senses as he stands up again. "Come to a party with us and get fucked. It'll take your mind off of them, and anyways, I think this is just caused by sexual frustration."

Haechan pipes in. "He's right, you're just suffering from lack of dick."

"I slept with this dude named Mingyu like a week ago-"

Haechan stops you. "Shhh, Mark is always right! Right Mark?"

"Right!" And it's so strange how the two have been suddenly agreeing lately.

So you, almost unwillingly, find yourself attending a party with them that very night. Dressed in your tightest fitting dress and your nicest pair of lingerie. After about thirty more minutes of talking to you, they had you convinced your reeling horny thoughts were coming from sexual deprivation. You're sure they had brainwashed you, because seriously, you just had sex! This plan was dumb, but what else did you expect?

Though now, you're feeling stupid as your two friends subtly nudge Lee Jeno in your direction. God, you should've known those two were up to something.

You sip from your red solo cup as Jeno continues to shyly sell himself to you. He's telling you about his volunteer hours, his stellar sports stats, and his love for animals. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he's interviewing for a job, and not just attempting to grab a hookup.

Your heart somewhat aches for the boy, he definitely was trying to make you his girlfriend sooner or later, and it was almost sweet. But even if you weren't currently enthralled by the idea of your roommates, you still wouldn't have seen yourself giving Jeno a chance. He wasn't really your type anyways.

Jeno excuses himself to pour another drink as you shoot glares at your two friends from across the room. Not that Haechan sees it though, he's too busy trying to feel up some poor girl who fell for his pick up lines. Mark looks intimidated though!

You pull out your phone in an attempt to discourage any others from approaching you, and are met with a notification from Jungwoo. You open the message accompanied by his cute little contact photo and try not to smile.

It reads, Hey! Doyoung attempted dinner, you should come join us.

Granted, the boys had no idea where you were or that you were being forced into yet another mission, but you just stick your phone back in your purse and scan the room again.

While Lee Jeno may not have been your type, looking for something far too serious to even let you consider sleeping with him, Liu Yangyang seemed to be just what you were searching for. With your luck, he'd throw you off to the side the next morning. You're relieved by the fact that's he's not known to be one for committing.

You're about to approach him when Mark meets your eyes, sending you a silent don't, basically reading your mind. God, why did they have to play wingman? And curse Mark for reading your mind! So you stay rooted in your place as Jeno returns, handing you a drink that you won't even be drinking from.

Doyoung's dinner would probably be more entertaining that this right now. "Hey, sorry. I think I'm actually gonna head home, I'm pretty tired." You let out, interrupting whatever Jeno was saying.

There's a flash of disappointment in his eyes before he smiles. "I can drive you home."

Your eyes dart to the beer in his hand, passing him a fake smile. "I'll manage, but thank you for offering!"

You ignore the silent pleas and texts from your friends as you exit and get into your car, thankful that you hadn't taken a sip of anything at that party.

A few minutes later and you're back home, deciding to ring the door bell so you're not faced with another situation.

Yuta opens it, smiling as he welcomes you home. You grin back as you slip off your shoes, starving for whatever you could find. "Is dinner ready?"

But your question is answered as you walk into the kitchen to see instant ramen packets scattered across the counter top as Jungwoo holds a bowl, and Doyoung frantically scrubbing at a burnt pan.

Doyoung pushes up his glasses with his shoulder as he's still elbow deep in the sink. "Dinner didn't exactly go as planned."

You giggle. "I see that."

"Want some ramen?" Jungwoo perks up, gesturing his chopsticks towards you when you nod.

"Promise you'll cook for us tomorrow?" Yuta asks, watching as the charred food doesn't let up from the pan. You make a face as well as you shake your head.

"Promise," You say, swallowing your noodles as you sit next to Jungwoo. "Sorry I was out, Haechan and Mark are trying to set me up."

Doyoung somewhat stiffens at the names. "Yeah? Take it that didn't go well?"

You sigh. "Well, he's an athlete and he's nice enough,"

"But?" Jungwoo finishes, knowing you weren't done. Well, he was downright hoping something was wrong with this mystery athlete, truth be told.

Good thing he was right. "But, I don't think I'm into him."

"Why not?"

"No particular reason," You lie, managing to avoid eye contact with the men that were your roadblocks to anyone else right now. How were you supposed to manage a decent lay while thinking about the three hottest guys you've ever seen at home?

Even now, without their makeup and sultry clothing, you think they look attractive as ever. God, you had it bad. With those stupid collard shirts and wire frames, you think they've never looked better.

"I think I'm going to lay off the parties for a few days anyway, midterms are in a week." You continue, knowing the men in front of you had been preparing for them these past couple of weeks already.

"Right," Doyoung nods, sleeves still rolled up as he dries his hands. "Wanted to warn you by the way, we're going to be filming on Tuesday."

"Got it, I'll study at Mark's." You pass, already planning in your head how to get Haechan's loud mouth out of the room long enough to get work done.

Jungwoo looks bothered though. "Or you could stay?"

You look up from your bowl. "Hm?"

"I've been thinking," Jungwoo starts. "This is your place too, you should be able to go about your business while we film. It's not like I haven't done homework while Yuta recorded a fleshlight clip in the next room."

His boldness paired with his vulgar language — which you were definitely not used to — catches you off guard.

"I wouldn't want to bother-"

"No, he's right." Doyoung stops you. "We can't send you off everytime we have something to do, unless it makes you uncomfortable?"

You pause, you shouldn't even be considering this! Not just because of your lack of self control, but also, wouldn't this be dangerously pushing boundaries? "Oh but Yuta doesn't even have his own room right now-"

"Look, if Yuta ever needs to push something out, he can use my room. Or you could just come chill in mine while we wait." Jungwoo offers.

But goodness, being in the same vicinity as any of them when they're doing such sinful things? How were you supposed to hold back? You'd be expected to talk to Jungwoo while Yuta moaned up a storm in the other room?

"Oh, I don't know." You answer, wanting to drop the topic for now. It wasn't getting any easier to talk about it anyways.

"Why do you seem so nervous about it?" Yuta leans in, eyes meeting yours.

You subconsciously lean back, he was definitely onto you. Too bad it was a little hard to fake that you didn't fight the subconscious urge every past night to google their names. "Oh, uh-"

"We'll drop it," Jungwoo shoots a glare at Yuta. "Sorry."

"It's fine!" You smile, pretending to be preoccupied with your ramen. Though your mind is on anything but those stupid noodles right now.

“No we won’t.” Yuta smirks, ignoring Jungwoo entirely. “What has you so worked up, rubbing your thighs together below the table?”

You’re caught off guard at his openness. “W-what?”

“I bet it’s not that athlete, is it?” Yuta leans, tone seductive, and something you had never heard before. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't want him to bend you over the table in front of you.

You avert your eyes, wondering why everyone else had gotten quiet all of a sudden. You couldn't confront this right now, no you wouldn't! "I'll be in my room."

And with that you make a quick way for your temporary bedroom. Ignoring Jungwoo's call for your name as you close the door behind you. What the hell were you going to do now?

Yuta knows he messed up, bad. Things had been tense in the house for the past few days, and you were more skittish than he had ever seen you. He wondered if you were spending time at Mark's place again.

That was Jungwoo's biggest nightmare, in all honesty. He wasn't sure what the nature of you and Mark's friendship was — and he didn't even want to think about it. You were gorgeous, you could have anyone you wanted! He had no doubt that your friends would fuck you if given the chance, if they hadn't already. He knows it doesn't matter who you're sleeping with, but it does make him feel jealous.

Doyoung remains indifferent, at least on the outside. He goes about his day as Yuta and Jungwoo lose their minds over how to return to their normal selves again. It affects him as well though. You were really close to all of them at one point, how had that changed in less than a week?

Doyoung just knows he wish things had went differently.

The sound of the front door opening alerts everyone in the house. Jungwoo's quick to jump up, greeting you at the front door. You smile back as you remove your shoes. You try to keep your composure as you ignore the men in front of you being dressed up. Ah, you forgot it was a filming day. "Today was so stressful."

"Really? Do you maybe wanna watch something in my room with me?" Jungwoo suggests, hoping he can attempt to ease things. "It'll help you relax."

You shrug, though you don't if you could handle the close proximity. It's already taking everything in you right now not to jump his bones in this hallway. "Why not?"

He mentally celebrates in his head, "I'll grab some chips and meet you in my room."

You nod, walking to your temporary room to change. Today really had taken a toll on you, and on top of it, you forgot you were coming home to your roommates alter-egos. Not that you were complaining, because you definitely weren't, but it had slipped your mind. At least Jungwoo wasn't being awkward anymore. Things were going back to normal, right?

You change into shorts and a simple t-shirt and make your way across the hall. You push open the door and see Jungwoo settled already on his bed, the tv already on. You and him to have movie nights in his bed during sleepovers, so this wasn't unusual. Finally, something was normal again. Even if now you were sexually attracted to him. Geez, could you get your head out of the gutter?!

You two watch the movie for a few minutes as Jungwoo starts to shift in his spot. You begin to grow concerned. "Everything okay?"

Jungwoo brushes you off. "I'm fine."

You furrow your brows. "Alright.."

It only takes a few seconds for him to break as he shoots up. He couldn't ignore it's presence, especially not with you in the room. The insinuation of the little red light on in the corner, as the two of you sat on his bed? It was taking his mind to places it shouldn't go. "I left my camera on my desk, its facing this way. Let me just put it up."

And with that he scrambles to his desk, shutting off the camera and tossing it in one of his desk drawers. He's frantic, and his mind is racing with how little you must think of him right now. "Sorry."

You shake your head. "Stop apologizing, it's fine."

Jungwoo covers his face with his hands as he leans against his desk. He breaks, "I can't keep pretending this isn't weird."

You had no idea he was losing his composure as well, you had thought you had been the only one blowing it out of proportion. But you didn't want him to feel ashamed. So you assure him, "I don't mind."

He moves his hands. "You don't feel weird?"

"Can I be honest, Jungwoo?" You ask, it was now or never. One more second of this back-and-forth and you were going to explode.

He meets your eyes. "Please?"

“It turns me on.” You blurt out, admitting the truth. And you can't believe it had came out so easily.

Jungwoo’s shocked as he fumbles over what to say next. “What?”

It was too late to go back now, you had to say it. “I think it’s hot, Jungwoo, I think you’re hot.”

Were his ears deceiving him? He prayed you weren't messing with him. “Really?”

You giggle as you stand to your feet and he starts to feel stupid. “Mhm."

You continue to walk up to him as you place your hands on the desk behind him, effectively caging him between you. You had no idea where this boldness came from, but its likely he was drawing it out from you.

And he can't believe his circumstances. The girl he's been utterly in love with is leaning over him, in those tiny little shorts, telling him that he was the hot one? “So if I kissed you right now, you would-”

You stop him mid-sentence as you bring your lips to his. It's reliving almost, the way your mouths slide together in synch. You had waited far to long for this to let him think he would take the lead. You wanted it far too badly.

He kisses you back, head dizzy with how much he wants you. Though he's laced with a feeling of uncertainty that he just can't shake off because what was this? Was this just a hook-up, oh he was getting ahead of himself. This was a kiss, who knew if you even wanted to sleep with him!?

He debates telling you right there, not letting another second go by where you don't know about his feelings. But he's scared, terrified even, of your reaction. So he savors the kiss, putting his hands around your waist to grab your hips and pull you closer together, if that was even possible.

You can feel your heart rate increasing as you lose your breath. You pull away slightly for breath as you and Jungwoo meet eyes. He's showing no signs of stopping though. Pulling you back in to meet his lips as gentle as possible, before kissing you with the hunger of a starved man.

He's devouring you, and he's not sure if he intends to stop there. He doesn't want to stop there, but he's completely blank on what you want. He separates, "We should stop."

You're hazy, drunk on the kiss as you eyes don't leave his lips. "Don't wanna,"

He stops you before you can go in again, squeezing your hips. He couldn't get enough of you, his body was craving you. "I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."

You smirk, hunger in your voice. "Then don't."

He groans, you had no idea what you were doing to him. How long he had dreamed of this moment. "I need to know what you want."

The statement has a double meaning, almost daring you to spill out about feelings that he's not even sure you had. Was he ultimately just hurting himself? Likely.

Though you only catch one meaning, "I want you inside me."

And he'd be stupid to deny you that. He tries to formulate a response but you don't give him a chance. You lean closer, brushing your sex on his semi-hard on, "Need you inside me."

"Fuck," He rasped, as he moves his knee between your thigh. You moan out in ecstasy, feeling slightly embarrassed. He had barely even touched you and you're bitching like a dog in heat.

You lick your lips. "Jungwoo, I-"

The door swings open as Yuta and Doyoung peek in. Yuta shakes his head as he crosses his arms, Doyoung standing in complete surprise. The two of them stare as if they caught you doing something illegal.

"Well, what do we have here?" Yuta speaks as he takes in the scene before him. You and Jungwoo hadn't even bothered to separate, too caught off guard to even have time to think about hiding what you were doing.

You swallow hard. "We were just-"

"Just grinding on each other like horny teenagers?" Yuta finishes, smirking as he knows he couldn't have walked in at a better moment.

"Yeah, thanks for the invite Jungwoo." Doyoung comments sarcastically, and you're left confused.

Jungwoo immediately catches on. "No that's not what we were-"

Yuta doesn't buy it. "No use in lying about it."

"I'm sorry, what?" You ask, unmoving.

"Yuta thinks we're filming." Jungwoo elaborates, sighing.

"You're not?" Yuta asks, and Doyoung looks intrigued.

You shake your head, "We were just kissing anyways."

"Jungwoo's boner says otherwise." Doyoung snorts.

Yuta crosses his arms, "Were you really gonna fuck her without us?"

The words hit you, without us? Who was us? Yuta and Doyoung?

You stutter, flabberghasted. "Y-you guy's would've wanted to watch?!"

Yuta shrugs. "I'll be honest, that's more of Doyoung's thing. He likes to watch, he's into those cuck things. I, on the other hand, would've wanted to join."

Yet again, you're phased by the casual talk of this all. A few weeks ago you never would've thought your friends were so, nasty. The guys who avidly avoided woman, the guys who go all shy when you got too close, the guys who would rather be studying than anything else. You don't think you'll ever get used to how they talk now.

Blinking, you speak. "You want to fuck me?"

Yuta brushes hair out of his face. "Are you serious?"

"W-what? Why are you acting like it's a stupid question, you guys have never shown attraction to me." You state, moving off of Jungwoo, and he winces as the loss of contact.

Doyoung groans. "I don't think we could've been anymore obvious without downright saying it."

Was that true? Had you missed all the signs? "I had no idea."

Yuta scoffs, quirking his head to the side condescendedly. "Look at her face, she's telling the truth, she really had no idea what she was putting us through. And here I thought you were being a tease on purpose."

"A tease?"

"Oh come on, flashing me. Walking around the house in tiny shorts and no bra under your t-shirts." He names and you see how that could look.

You mutter. "Flashing you was an accident."

"Well it's no accident how bad I want to fuck you." Yuta replies boldly, walking closer. "So are you in?"

Doyoung pipes up. "If you don't want to, you can walk out now. I promise, thing's wont be weird, we'll be fine."

You think over Doyoungs words for a minute, before looking back at Jungwoo. "I-"

You turn back to the other two. "I want to."

Yuta smiles, and Doyoung speaks again. "Are you sure?"

Jungwoo grabs your hand in his. "We're not trying to pressure you-"

"Jungwoo, I've wanted this for longer than you'd think." You admit, pressure off of your shoulders.

Yuta breaks the moment, pure lust in his eyes. "Get on the bed."

You do as told, laying down on the bed in excitement at the thought of what the three men are going to do to you. You had no idea what to expect.

Jungwoo settles on one side of you, rubbing you through your bottoms. “Thought you were too good for me, honestly. I’m little loser Jungwoo, and here you are, a sopping wet mess under me.”

“Told Jungwoo I wanted to fuck you the day we met.” Yuta reveals, seated on the opposite side. Yet, you're too caught up on his words.

“Really?”

“Yeah, baby. Told him we should get you in a little video too, what would you have said then?” He responds, and you flutter at the nickname.

“I had already thought of the title.” Jungwoo smirks. “Slutty college girl gets her tiny hole stretched by nerdy math tutors.”

“I’d pay to see that.” Doyoung comments, eyes locked on you.

“Of course you would.” Yuta teases, gaze full of pure lust.

You feel fuzzy already. “I-I would’ve said yes!”

“Are you sure?” Jungwoo asks condescendingly. Just because he wanted this as bad as you didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun. “I was just the nerd, remember? The nerd who watched you leave to get fucked by another guy while I was right here.”

You moan out at his vulgar words going straight to your core.

Doyoung takes a seat in the chair by Jungwoo's desk, seemingly content with watching. “We were all right here.”

Yuta grins, hands pulling at your shirt. “I would’ve pounded you into my mattress the minute you asked.”

You whine, the feverish desire taking over. “Wa-want that so bad.”

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow?”

You nod, overtaken with sheer desire.

Jungwoo suddenly leans down to capture your mouth in his, distracting how Yuta takes over and tugs your bottoms completely off. You shakily grab run your hands through his hair and he shivers when you touch him and gets slightly more aggressive with the kiss. He wants to be as close to you as he can, even if just for now.

You feel the air hit your bare cunt as you moan into Jungwoo's mouth. He smirks a little as Yuta shakes his head. "So wet just from a little kissing, who knew our friend was such a slut for us?"

You buck your hips off the bed, to which Yuta forcefully pushes your thighs back down. You're barely able to let out a yelp of surprise as the other male continues to meld his mouth with yours.

He’s clearly trying to keep the kiss going for as long as he can, he seems to be enjoying himself way too much. But you can't say you're complaining.

Jungwoo pulls off, moving his plush lips down to your neck as Yuta teasingly runs his fingers numbingly slow through your slit. "P-please stop teasing- umph!"

You're cut off as Yuta pushes a finger into you, quickly followed by another. He's agonizingly slow once again and you can barely handle yourself, "'S too much- too-"

"Oh so you want to give orders but when I follow through, now you're taking it back?" He moves his fingers inside you. "If you can't take my fingers, how are you supposed to take my cock?"

You moan at the thought of it, not knowing what he looked like under the belt should be considered pure torture, every other part of him was so alluring.

Jungwoo brings your attention back to him as he pulls your shirt up just enough to unclasp your bra, sliding both off with ease as you were too distracted to do it yourself.

"Your nipples are already so hard." He teases, though he goes to pinch one and that has you writhing. "Oh, they're even prettier than I imagined."

He continues to fondle one before putting his mouth on the other, sucking as Yuta continue to piston his fingers in and out of you, going faster by the minute.

You felt so good already, so overwhelmed that you weren't sure it could get any better, but oh were you so wrong.

You feel the familiar coil beginning to form in your stomach, unable to hold in your whines. "Don't stop, please,"

He doesn't, in fact he goes even faster. The pace matched with Jungwoo's mouth still on your boob makes you go dizzy fast.

Before you know it, you're feeling the coil snap and your release dripping out. But you were a fool if you thought they were going to stop.

Yuta continues to finger you damn near to heaven, Jungwoo's tongue jutting out to graze your nipple as he talks you through your climax.

But you're already halfway gone, "Want- want you inside,"

Yuta pulls his fingers out of you, and you clench around nothing as you whine at the sudden emptiness. Yuta doesn't seem too intent on giving it to you so easily though, "You want me inside?.. And what if I don't think you deserve it? What if I make you beg for it?"

You can feel tears well up in your eyes. "Please, please I'll beg. Please Yuta, I can't go another minute without your dick in me!"

Yuta smirks, satisfied with your response. He stands from the bed and pulls his shirt off, following by unzipping his pants. You watch intently as he does so, finally able to see his abs and that tattoo in all of its glory. You could feel yourself throbbing at the view.

"Condom," You whisper, almost like an afterthought, looking at Jungwoo. "Do you have any in here?"

Jungwoo nods, gesturing to Doyoung who sits by the nightstand. "Top right drawer."

Doyoung follows, throwing a package towards Yuta as he catches it before ripping it open with his teeth. Fuckkk that was so hot.

He wastes no time in sliding it over his length, positioning it outside your entrance. You hope he's about to enter but instead, like the tease he is, rubs your clit with his tip gently. Your body already trembling and he wasn't even inside yet.

"Beg," He commands as he continues his previous actions.

"Please! Oh please Yuta-" You chant his name like a mantra as he smiles down at you.

"Don't worry, I'll give you want you want." He speaks, pushing the plush head of his dick past your walls. "Not gonna stop till you're sore."

He continues to push himself farther in as Jungwoo rubs his thumb over your clit, how were they so in synch? Had they done this before?

Yuta finally bottoms out inside you, hissing as you clench around him. "Pussy so fucking tight for such a whore."

You groan as he starts to move, thrusting into you as you babble. Jungwoo's eyes land straight on where your tits bounce, obsessed with the view. God, he was gonna bust in his pants.

You can hear the slight tap of the headboard creaking as it hits the wall behind you, Yuta reaching up to grip it as leverage while he slams into you, and you're trying your hardest not to drool on Jungwoo's pillow.

The younger male smirks before he pulls you into a kiss, silencing your moans for the minute as his tongue explores your mouth.

You whine into Jungwoo's mouth as he continues to sloppily kiss you. Yuta never falters as he watches from behind, he never knew he could enjoy watching you so much. He's borderline obsessed with seeing you two make out while he's inside, he can't get enough.

Doyoung can't see as well from where he sits, but the sounds make up for it. The room filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and skin meeting skin, accompanied by Yuta's heavy groans and pants.

He's doing everything he can to not take his dick out and start palming it, convincing himself to just wait for his turn.

Yuta moved in and out of you, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. You cried out as the pleasure became almost too much to bear, body quivering beneath him.

He doesn't let up though, too keen on seeing your pretty face all scrunched up. You were shaking as his movements started to go deeper and deeper into you, there was no way you were going to survive this.

"You feel that baby?" He groans. "Feel how hard you make me?"

You just nod, too focused on the task at hand.

He keeps going, "Look how hard Jungwoo is, he's leaking all over his bed."

You'd love to see, but you can't bring your eyes steady enough to look towards him. Jungwoo lets out a quiet whine at Yuta's words, clearly embarrassed.

"Don't get all shy Jungwoo." Doyoung interjects. "It's cute seeing you so worked up."

You moaned, despite the words not being directed towards you. Doyoung voice mixed with Yuta hitting your g spot brought you directly to another realm of heaven.

Yuta felt his body tremble as his release began to build, his mind spinning as his pleasure reached its peak. He couldn't believe he was really getting to have you like this, in all his wildest dreams come true. His fingers dug into your hips, anchoring him to you as the orgasm started to take over.

You separated from Jungwoo as you started to feel the falter in the others thrusts while feeling a similar build up, managing to sputter out a "Are you close?"

He nods, "Are -shit- you?"

You can barely respond before Jungwoo's bringing your lips back to his. He never wanted to stop kissing you, he couldn't.

You suddenly felt your orgasm rush through her body, your entire body trembling with pleasure. You clung to Jungwoo, fingers digging into his arms as the intensity of the moment hit you.

You gasped as you came, body shaking with the intensity of it, breathing heavily as the pleasure slowly ebbed away.

With a deep growl, Yuta followed as he gave one final thrust and released into the latex. Mind incredibly hazy as he collapsed beside you onto the bed. Breathing heavy as you will your eyes not to close.

He stares at your fucked out face, proud of the little number he did on you. He knows this was likely his first and last chance to see you like this, so he was going to relish in it.

Though, others didn't seem to agree with the slower paced approach, Doyoung moving the other male out of the way to climb onto the bed.

Surprisingly, you try to push yourself up. Though, you're still too unsure to ask for what you want. "Can I..."

"Can you what?" Doyoung mocks after you don't respond for a few seconds. "Closed mouths don't get fed."

Who knew he could be so mean?

"Can I ride you?" You blurt out.

He smirks. "Is that what you want?"

You nod, "Fuck, please Doyoung."

He laughs, leaning back on the head board as he slips his pants down. "Be my guest, if you think you can still hold yourself up."

You place your hands on his shoulders as you wobbly throw your legs over Doyoungs lap before pausing, "W-wait,"

The others immediately halt, awaiting your words.

"Jungwoo's still so hard, and he hasn't touched himself. I should help him." You let out, starting at the male who you started this all with.

"Yuta's got it." Doyoung speaks, while the other male composes himself. "Right?"

The oldest smirks, wordlessly reaching over as Jungwoo's face grows red. He wraps his hand around the base of the youngers shaft and starts moving, kitty licking the tip as Jungwoo moans out.

"D-don't stop, I want to see you and Doyoung." Jungwoo gasps, locking eyes with you before squirming at Yuta's actions. It's not like it was the first time they had done this, but it felt so different every time, especially now that he was taking him wholly in his mouth.

You grow wetter at the sight of your roommates getting each other off, now you see why they like to watch so badly. Yuta looked so pretty with his mouth full of cock while Jungwoo moaned like a bitch in heat and clawed at his bed sheets. Not to mention that Yuta had grown hard again, his own hand snaking down to touch himself.

Doyoung lines himself up, his tip pushing past your walls as you slowly sink down. The stretch burning slightly even though you had been fucked already. You couldn't help but hiss, he was just too big.

You bounce a few times as Doyoung digs his nails into your hips. He's more quiet than Yuta, but less composed. You weren't sure he'd have much to say if he could manage to talk. The most you catch from him are quiet groans and deep breaths.

His eyes don't leave your cunt, directed towards where your bodies meet. He's never felt anything so good, not even his state of the art toys his viewers brought him made him feel this way.

“Need it off.” You mutter, reaching below you towards Doyoung’s cock. He hisses as you pry at the tip, harshly pulling the rubber condom off. You throw the item across the room, bringing your hand back to sink down on him as the other boys watch in awe.

Jungwoo's quick to intervene, “But-”

“We’ll get her a Plan B.” Yuta reassures him as he comes up for air, and you take notice of the way Jungwoo’s face falls for some reason.

You continue bouncing as Doyoung grabs one of your boobs in his hands. You bite your lip at the feeling, mind already halfway to mush as you continue to spear yourself on his cock. “Feels so good.”

He growls as he meets your hips at an animalistic pace. He finally gains the reserve to speak. Teeth gritting, “You feel better than I imagined, slutty pussy dragging me in.”

Jungwoo pushes Yuta's head down farther as the other teases, while the other gags at the action. The sounds of slurping register in your ears as you look back that way. You almost cum at the sight.

Jungwoo's face twists as he releases into Yuta's mouth, the latter swallowing it without a qualm. Jungwoo can feel himself growing hard again though. The squelch of your body parts melding together has Jungwoo's head spinning even though he already came.

Yuta snarks as he gets onto his knees, pushing his dick into the youngers face. "Your turn, put those pretty lips to use."

Jungwoo's eyes never leave your body as he opens his mouth. Now, if you thought Yuta looked good like that, nothing compared to how Jungwoo looked. So pliant and content to be helping his friend out.

Doyoung brings your attention back to him as he grabs your jaw, "I'm giving it to you so good that you're shaking yet you're staring at them instead?"

You shake your head, grinding down harder on Doyoung's dick as you stop bouncing, knees growing sore. "I'm sorry-"

He scoffs, grip tightening on your jaw. "No you're not."

"I-" You huff, hearing Jungwoo's pretty noises echo in your head as you fight every bone in your body to turn and look.

"Shut up," He cuts you off. "Look at me when I'm fucking you."

You nod as he thrusts up into you. You whine as he holds you in place, using you like a flesh light of his own design. All you can do is take it, feeling his tip kiss your insides with every thrust. Felt like he was rearranging your guts.

He pounds into you with such vigor that you wonder how he has the strength for it all. You try your best to meet his thrusts but he hardly gives you time to.

You would've never guessed the unbothered Kim Doyoung would be into fucking this rough. The more you know, you guessed.

You shout out, "I'm cumming!"

His speed doesn't falter, and he continues fucking you through your second orgasm of the night. He continues as you whimper at your sensitivity, hoping he was close.

"P-pull out," You sputter out, suddenly reminded that you two were going at it raw.

"I will," He responds, before he's moaning out. "Fuck, lift up."

"O-okay." You say, pulling yourself up slightly as his cock springs back onto his abs, covering his stomach in his release.

"That was so hot." You admit, sitting on the bed.

He blinks, "Yeah?"

You barely manage to turn as Yuta shoots his load out onto Jungwoo's face. His face looking ethereal as licks some of it off of his lips.

Yuta's about to say something when Doyoung speaks, "Yuta, lets go take a bath."

Yuta looks confused, not catching the others hint. "Now?"

Doyoung rolls his eyes, "So we can clean up."

"You're hard again, aren't you?"

The other shoots him a glare, clenching his teeth. "Let's go."

He basically drags the other out of the room as you two watch in confusion. Yuta bids, "See you later."

You stay quiet, unable to move without your body aching. Though you feel sudden energy to keep going as you look beside you.

Jungwoo leans over you and brushes your hair out of your face, and it feels more apparent that its just the two of you in the room. “You okay?”

“I’m a little sore, but I’m fine.” You admit, wincing a bit as you move your legs in an attempt to sit up. Jungwoo shakes his head as he stops you though.

“If you're not feeling okay-" He starts but you quickly shut him down,

You tilt your head. "But I've waited so long for you."

However, you can barely focus on his words as you take in his disheveled appearance. God, you wanted to kiss him so badly. Again.

He grabs your chin gently, lifting it up to kiss you more, and you can almost taste Yuta on him. He takes his time as you feel the urge to press up against him, ignoring the pain in your legs that the others left in their wake.

“Baby, don’t tease me there.” He whines, stopping the kiss.

Yet you don’t cease your actions, wanting to hear more of his needy voice. “I want you so bad, Jungwoo.”

His eyes meet yours, hesitance behind them. “Really, are you sure?”

“Unless you don’t to-”

“No no, I want to.” He responds, meeting your lips again. He’s more sure of himself this time, hand snaking to touch your cunt.

You're one hundred percent sure you were in love with Jungwoo. But who was counting?

Before you knew what was happening, he was throbbing inside you. Your cunt spent from the other two, but so willing to take him in as well. He was much bigger than you imagined, but once he was inside you, it was like he lost all semblance of control.

You almost wanted to laugh, what happened to the Jungwoo that was being almost mean to you earlier? Was he so drained that he forgot?

He had you in missionary, long slow thrusts pressing into you as you whimper. He caged you under him, hand holding yours as he used the other for balance. He went in for another kiss again, soft like he was scared you were going to break.

Being with him felt different, of course the others felt good but there was a clear line drawn in the sand with them. Yuta was a performer, he got off to the others looking at him put on a show. Doyoung didn't seem like he was focused on you as much either, and was more about himself.

But Jungwoo? He seemed to be worried about you and only you.

"You're so pretty." He mutters, looking into your eyes.

"P-pretty?" You ask, his length still bullying into you.

"I think you're gorgeous." He confirms, wanting to go in for another kiss.

"Jungwoo..." You wrap your hands around his shoulders as you pull him closer. "I think I like you."

He looks shocked at this, pausing his strokes. "Really?"

You smile, "Yes, really."

"But I'm just me." He avoids eye contact. "You're out of my league and I'm just this dork who studies mechanics! And are you sure you like someone who films himself-"

You interrupt him with a kiss, slipping your tongue past his mouth as you only pull away when you need air. "I don't care about any of that, I like you."

He smiles, "If you hadn't noticed, I've had a thing for you since that day in class when you sat next to me. I was so bummed you weren't even in that class and was just hoping I saw you again."

"Well, I'm glad we found our way back to each other."

"Me too." He speaks before pressing his face into your neck, mumbling as he continues his actions.

You two continue in almost silence, basking in pure love for each other as only small whimpers echo throughout the room. Everything that needed to be said already had been. You two were definitely going to have a long talk after this.

Living with the boys was no longer temporary, it was now your permanent place of residence. Especially since you had packed up your things and moved into your boyfriends room, granting Yuta access back to his room.

Things had been going well. Midterms went smoothly, Jungwoo was great (The sex was too), and you had landed that job you applied for!

You had even made an appearance in your boyfriends job, with masks of course, but nonetheless his viewers ate it up. Now they even sent comments in begging you to start your own channel, but you think you're far from that.

Things weren't awkward with the boys either, in fact, it feels good to have everything open in the air. There weren't any secrets anymore and things just felt like they were almost back to normal.

Breaking the news to Mark and Haechan was definitely... a scene. Mark was heartbroken on Lee Jeno's behalf while Haechan was more worried about how he was the only friend who hadn't gotten to tap that. To which Mark corrected that he hadn't either, which just led to a mess of a conversation.

People were definitely caught off guard when the news of you together broke. Many thought the pairing was funny.

Those like Haechan and Mark thought you had gone mad. And Jungwoo's studious admirers shuddered at how he could be with someone as provocative as you. Ha! If only they knew.

Jungwoo placed an object in front of you, proud of his efforts. "Here it is, the finished scale model."

You pick up the small jet in your hands, giggling at its design. "I love it, it looks like a tiny plane."

"It's a fighter jet!" Doyoung corrects as he joins you both in the kitchen.

You roll your eyes, "I'm aware, I helped paint the stupid thing."

"Stupid?" Jungwoo gasps dramatically.

"That's not what I-"

"Nope." He stops you. "Too late, the damage has been done."

"Jungwoo, don't be dramatic." You plead, though his eyes are already bulging out of his head.

He places his hand on his chest as he pretends to be hurt. "I'm going to go cry and throw up in my room."

"Dear lord," You begin before he runs off to his room. You've grown used to his antics by now. "Guess I have to go reassure him now."

Doyoung snorts, "Gross."

"Not like that, you pervert!"

"Who said I even was talking about that! You made it all dirty!" He retorts back when Yuta enters the room.

"Contrary to popular belief, we don't just fuck every chance we get."

"Tell that to my ears! You guys keep me up most nights, it's so annoying." Yuta complains. "The walls are thin, you know!"

You giggle, walking out of the room to find your sulky boyfriend as you shrug. "Deal with it."

The two watch as you're out of sight, Doyoung pouring himself water for his tea. He notices the look on the others face as he pats him on the shoulder. "You ever regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"Not telling her."

Yuta sighs, looking down before he shakes his head. "No. Jungwoo makes her happy, and that's good enough for me."

Doyoung chuckles, "We could switch rooms, if you want."

"It's all good, It's not that bad."

"You like listening don't you-"

"I'm going to slap you if you finish that sentence."

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galacticseonghwa · 4 months ago

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If you wanna post more vampire yuta..well…I would absolutely most certainly not be complaining 👀 💦

(this is a formal request, pretty pls say yes)

i was planning on it🤭 i hope this lives up to your standards! <3

maybe two? - Yuta Nakamoto ft. Mark Lee

INCLUDES: dom vampire!yuta x fem!human reader ft. switch!mark, swearing, smut, spitting, poly relationship, cuckolding(?), degrading, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, mention of blood, squirting, just A LOT of things tbh wc: 1k a/n: not proofread, ALSO I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO REPLY TO THIS ASK

one night wasn't enough for him, he needed you constantly with all the strings attached.

but you were spoken for shortly after he last saw you.

"be a good girl for me and let him use you, yeah?" yuta's voice was low as his hands held your legs open for the male in front of you.

"open your mouth for me." yuta whispered and held your face towards his own, his thumb caressing your bottom lip.

immediately obeying, you open your mouth for yuta, him bringing his face closer to yours, only for him to spit into your open mouth.

yuta raised an expectant eyebrow at you and watched as you swallowed. "that's my good little slut" yuta praised with a smirk, his fangs glistening as he runs his tongue over his teeth.

"you think you can do that, doll? let him use you? like the dirty whore you are? hmm?" yuta hummed and bit at the crook of your neck softly, licking at the blood that had bubbled from the small wound.

mark stared at you with his head tilted as he awaited for you to answer yuta. "y-yes." you groaned as yuta ran the tip of his nose along your jawline, eyes piercing into the brown-haired male before him.

"yes what, baby?" yuta gripped at your thighs tighter, making you hiss in a breath, knowing his strength he was bound to leave a mark.

"yes, daddy." you could feel your face redden at the pet name that yuta loved all too much.

yuta nodded his head towards mark who almost instantly dropped to his knees in front of your glistening core.

yuta smirks and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he watches mark's eager body moving so fast for a taste of you.

he looked up at you and watched as yuta pulled your hair away from your neck and face. yuta's eyes bore into mark's as he watched the younger males movements.

"go on, use her like the slut she is." yuta urged. nothing else needed to be said to the younger brown-haired male, as he quickly pushed both his middle and ring fingers on his left hand into your entrance.

a gasp left your lips as the brown-haired male, curled his fingers in just the right way. "oh fuck!" you hiss and grip yuta's arm tightly.

mark looks up at you with his bottom lip between his teeth, and eyes dark with lust, he had yearned for you since he had last seen you.

"put that mouth of yours to work pretty boy" yuta spoke lowly, his hand moving from your left thigh to rub his hardened length that was restricted in his black jeans.

moans leave your mouth endlessly as mark's mouth latches onto your clit, his tongue quick to tease you in the way he knew you liked.

"fuck! mark!" you huff and arch your back, falling helplessly back onto yuta. yuta wraps his free arm around your waist, his teeth sinking into your neck again drinking from you, giving you more pleasure than mark was already giving you.

within a few minutes you reached your high, screaming mark's name.

the brown-haired male stands up from between your legs, his mouth glistening with your release, a dazed look in his eyes.

yuta pulls the younger towards himself and smashes their lips together. yuta let's go of you, letting mark climb onto the bed and on top of yuta.

you hear yuta chuckle at this. "you're ours now, baby boy." yuta flipped mark onto his back and straddled his waist.

the younger male watched yuta, with his chest heaving up and down. yuta quickly pulled his black shirt over his head and ripped open mark's black button-up.

yuta's hands were quick to run over the younger's abs. "you wanna taste her again?" yuta asked lowly, his pointer fingers hooking the hem of mark's dark blue jeans.

mark nods eagerly, looking at you while licking his lips. you smirk towards the brown-haired male before turning to yuta.

"fuck that pretty face of his, baby." yuta raises a pierced eyebrow and watches you hover over mark's face while gripping the bed frame in front of you.

yuta was quick to move away from both you and mark to the chair conveniently placed towards the end of the bed.

you moan quietly as mark grips your waist in his hands and lowers your hips onto his face.

mark groaned, sending vibrations from your core and up your spine, as he gripped his length through his dark blue jeans.

yuta rested his left arm on the chair arm and watched as you continued to rock your hips against mark's face.

with your left hand gripping onto the bed head and the other gripping mark's hair, you feel the brown-haired male below you whimper into you as his own hand stroked his cock, the way he liked all too much.

by the time you felt the coil in your stomach, yuta and mark had both came into their own hands.

just before the coil snapped, you moved away from mark's face and used your right hand to vigorously rub your clit.

mark's eyes lit up, he situated himself onto his elbows and opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

yuta watched on with curious dark eyes, he hadn't seen you react like this to his own touch.

in almost an instant you squirt all over mark's face.

coming down from your high almost instantly sent you to sleep. if it wasn't for yuta ushering you and the youngest male into the bath as he showered by himself.

he would never admit it, but he loved watching you with another man that wasn't him.

a few days later, you and yuta had both welcomed mark into your relationship.

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huihuiheart · 6 months ago

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Masquerade - Mafia! Jongho

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Pairing: Mafia! Jongho x Fem! Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mafia AU

Summary: Jongho was the love of your life, and you his. Just because someone was that kind of love though doesn't mean they didn't keep secrets. The deepest darkest kind.

Warnings: Mafia themes, betrayal/lying, bullying ( a little briefly in the beginning), cursing, pregnancy of a side character, guns, kidnapping, death, blood, hospitals, poisoning, slight body worship, soft hard sex, oral, teasing, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cumming inside, foursome (with Wooyoung and San), some mxm action, possessive sex, hair pulling (Wooyoung’s), marking, slight degradation in dirty talk (called little slut by a bratty wooyoung). Let me know if I missed anything.

Additional Warnings For the Two Patreon Exclusive Smut Scenes: Appreciation sex (reader thanking Jongho for something - by choice), 69, cowgirl, bondage, mating press, breeding kink, spanking, sir kink, fingering.

Word Count: 15,248

Being a new student at a school was never an easy adjustment, especially for Choi Jongho. His family resettled often, that was the nature of his father’s business. Though now that he was older, they sent him off, a transfer student in a high school where he was sure his father was holding something over, most likely money. Still, the way that those higher up in the school treated him shined an even brighter spotlight on the new student. That and he was somewhere where no one knew who his family was, so instead of cowering away from him whenever they saw him as an easy target. Finding himself pinned harshly to the lockers his very first day, eyes wide as he looked at the male looming over him until his fist slammed into the metal next to Jongho’s head to let him know that wasn’t a good idea.

“Let me tell you how this works, new kid. I run this school, and if you don’t do everything I fucking tell you when I tell you … well, let’s just say you and the floor will have quite the relationship.” He sneers at Jongho, the others behind him snickering.

Jongho keeps his head down and cowers away slightly, only to be jolted as someone rips the man off him. A shorter, feminine figure between the two of them now.

“Fuck off before I tell Nakamoto you’re telling everyone you run things.” You hiss at the man who just had Jongho pinned to the lockers. Jongho’s eyes widen as you don’t hesitate to square up to the much taller male. It works though, as he seems to flee like a dog with his tail tucked. Jongho, backing up slightly when you turn to him now, making you chuckle, “Don’t mind him, he is just overcompensating. Just threaten to spill his ego to Nakamoto Yuta, and he’ll leave you alone.”

Jongho watches you walk away for a moment before snapping out of his shock and following behind. His footsteps gave him away even if he hadn’t said a thing. He stops abruptly when you stop and glance at him over your shoulder.

“Do you need something else?” You ask, raising a brow, but he simply shakes his head, “Well then... first-year classes are all down there.”

He glances towards where you pointed and nods, speaking in just a whisper as he shyly looks at his feet, “I know.”

“Then why are you following me?” Your question makes him shift uncomfortably as he doesn’t have an answer for you, stunned again when he feels you lightly ruffle his hair, having to reach up to do so, “Do you need a friend? Is that it?”

His silent nod makes you smile, leaning in to look him in the eyes, “Well, we can’t be friends if I don’t know your name. So what is it, new boy?”

“Jongho.” The way that you smile at him makes Jongho even more timid than your bold actions had. The thought of that alone made him argue with his father later to let him stay in this school once he found out what had happened to Jongho that day.

“Nice to meet you Jongho. I’m Y/N.”

That’s how it all started for you two. Jongho seeks you out between periods to follow you and your friends around, often quietly. Only coming out of his shell in more private settings. Not one to use his father’s power often, but doing it now to make sure your lunch and free periods matched up so he would have more time with you, his new friend. Even if his father sent some others to keep an eye on him. Something that ended up being beneficial seeing as how there was one person who knew he was, Nakamoto Yuta. To him, Jongho was nothing but a threat. The two quickly become rivals, Jongho feeling more confident to stand up to him now that he has you and a few others there to back him up. Your friend group grows over the year, a mix of those from different years coming together to stand up for each other.

You raise your eyes at one of the other girls in the group, “You want me to get someone from our group to ask you to the dance?”

“Well, not just anyone, someone specific.” She rolls her eyes playfully, before laughing with a little smirk at the way you seem to bristle at that, “Relax it’s not your Jjongie.”

You flick her off at the teasing but pause at her next words.

“I’ll get him to ask you if you help me.”

As much as you loved the girl, you wanted to wipe the smug look off her face, “... who is it?”

“Mingi.” She chirps, and you raise a brow, that would be easy.

“Deal. I’ll get Mingi to ask you, just make sure no one else gets Jongho.” You agree, and she laughs a little saluting you before you turn to leave the room.

What you didn’t know however is that she had set you up, not the other way around, calling Jongho as soon as she knew you were far enough away. Convincing him to ask you out before the day was up before meeting up with Mingi.

“Does she know?” He asked her, to which she shook her head with a smile.

“They’re both clueless even if they refused to go with anyone else.” Her words make Mingi chuckle, leaning down to kiss her forehead in the empty hallway.

“Well done Mini,” She preens at his praise, watching him walk away.

Only their plan didn’t work out quite as planned when you both kept things as friends throughout the whole dance. Trying time and time again to get either of you to say something before your graduation, to no avail. Mini setting you up at Jongho’s tutor over the next few years outside of your friend group still getting together on occasion. All of high school passed for everyone and still nothing between you two. Mini’s head falls to the table rather harshly, making Mingi wince across from her.

“I’m out of ideas, they're hopeless.” She whines making Mingi chuckle.

“You know what he’s afraid of better than anyone else.” He reaches out to pet her hair, “But trust me this time. I’m not out of ideas yet.”

She hums, letting Mingi plan the next few attempts. Realizing rather quickly that maybe she should have let him do that from the start when a few weeks later he proposes to her with the help of you and Jongho who excitedly hug off to the side. You get a little emotional as Jongho chuckles, keeping an arm around you while his free hand comes up to gently wipe away the tears. It’s then that you begin to realize he’s no longer the shy little first year you saved, but a man now. Someone much more sure of himself… and much more firm than he had been in years past. A thought you distract yourself from by going to hug your other friends, congratulating them and already gushing with Mini about wedding plans. Mingi smirking at Jongho’s dazed look.

“Man up and make a move already.” He whispers to Jongho, laughing when it earns him a smack even if the younger hurts when he does so.

The two of them call up you and Jongho at every turn of the way leading up to the wedding. Leading you and Jongho to spend even more time together. Only when it comes to who is walking together the two of you aren’t paired together. Instead, they put you with San, resulting in Jongho being slightly passive-aggressive with the friend paired with him. Not putting together that this was all a part of their plan. Not even when the rest of you went to the hotel that night only to be faced with a rooming mishap that Jongho was quick to rescue you from when suddenly you were without a place to stay that night. Jongho took your bags and led the way to his room, only to step in and remember that there was only one bed. Jongho is antsy at the thoughts it results in, biting his lip.

“What’s wrong Jjongie? Are you uncomfortable?” You ask, gently placing a hand on his arm. However, his pride quickly leads him to shake his head in denial.

“Not at all.” He insists, shirt stripping off as he moves to change into sweats in front of you, still shirtless. Getting in bed as you gawk at him, “What, are you uncomfortable? If so, you can always join San in his room.”

The way he hisses out the other man’s name makes something click for you as you crawl onto the bed towards him, “Choi Jongho. Are you jealous?”

He huffs looking away as a flush takes over his exposed skin, “Maybe…”

“You have no reason to be. Not when there’s only one man I want and it’s you… it’s always been you.”

The two of you found yourselves tangled in the sheets together that night, and that’s when your relationship changed. No longer just the friends who always had one another’s backs, but something more now. Something you both had wanted longer than either of you was likely to admit, even if everyone else in your friend group knew it. One night turned to two, then two became more, before becoming a date, and so on. Jongho is attentive to your preferences even if not verbalizing so. It is apparent in how you always had fresh flowers at work and at home. Never the same bouquet as previous, but always combinations of your favorites. Date night snacks are always your choice over his, no matter how often you told him to get his. Still, there was no denying the fuzzy feeling it gave you when he remembered such things. Besides, it gave you a reason to spoil him in return, loving gift-giving, especially to your sweet Jjongie. Often finding yourself giggling at how intimidated of him others often were when your boy couldn’t even hurt a fly.

Time flew by until Mini and Mingi were helping you two move in together. In awe at the place Jongho had gotten you both. A new place, a penthouse with a floor of its own in a high-security building with all the amenities and even its own formal restaurant. It dawned on you more fully that Jongho really was a business heir. The man smiling bashfully at you when your stunned gaze makes it to him.

“Surprise?” He giggles going over to kiss your cheek, “I hope you like it, I looked over your wishlist before choosing it.”

“I do. I love it, but isn’t it a bit much?” You inquire as he takes the box from you.

“Not at all, though I do want to get your signature on the paperwork and all,” Jongho adds, making you furrow your brows.

“But you wouldn’t let me help pay.”

“So? That doesn’t mean I don’t want your name on the paperwork. I didn’t do it for some power over you, I did it because I wanted to for you… for us.” He assures you with a soft smile.

Not to say that you didn’t know you loved him before, but in that moment you realized just how deeply you felt for him. Something you were intent on showing him that night once everyone else had left, no matter how the move had exhausted you. Your bold actions at the start make Jongho giggle as a flush creeps up on him.

You didn’t stay with Jongho to be spoiled, just like he didn’t stay with you for that reason either. It was merely a side effect. Though the deeper into the relationship you got the more that began to shift.

“Love, I think that you should quit your job.” Jongho brings up out of the blue over dinner one night.

“What? Why?” You inquire stunned by the suddenness and wondering if there happened to be a cause.

“You hate your job and we don’t need that income to survive. I’m not opposed to you working at all, but if you’re going to, I want it to be doing something that you love.” His words stun you further, leaving you to stare at him for a while.

“But that will be a lot, I’ll need schooling and there aren’t a lot of locations here to hire me after.” Your practical side finally speaks up.

“I know, but if that’s what you want then do it. I’ll help you through school and we’ll get you a nice storefront. Baby, we can make your dream happen, so why shouldn’t we?” Jongho insists, not knowing how dangerous the fluttering in your heart had become due to him at this point.

“Are you serious? You think I should?” You feel the need to confirm yet again. He chuckles but nods without an ounce of hesitation and that’s all that you need, “ Well if you are sure, I’ll look into it and let you know.”

Which is how you ended up in business classes despite Jongho's offering to help you get a handle on that. Though you would allow him to be your in-home tutor. You did also allow him to connect you with the resources he had to find a place and remodel it in preparation. Your shop soon takes shape with a few walls of shelves. Also, shelves hung from the ceiling, lined with books, and cornered with hanging greenery. The tables set below are a good place to settle with your new book and a hot coffee from the bar along the one wall. Jongho supported your business as it took shape. Soon it became a hub in the city, a warm space to retreat to and catch your breath.

With your lives and businesses thriving, Jongho felt he couldn’t wait any longer and soon he was down on one knee. Mingi and Mingi are excitedly on the other side of such an occasion now. Mini is ready to step up for you and your plans the way you did for her during wedding planning. As if you hadn’t already planned the whole thing in your mind long ago. Jongho letting you take the lead with that while he covers the honeymoon preparations. Something he kept a secret from you to the point that Mini had to be the one to pack for you ( something that you would have to get her back for when you took note of just how many scandalous items of clothing there were). A month traveling across Europe with your husband is exactly the romantic, refreshing trip you would have hoped your honeymoon to be.

Coming home to adjust back to daily life when Mini busts through the doors of your shop, startling a few new patrons, but not the regulars or employees used to this from her every so often.

“I need to talk to you!” She announces marching her way into the back and missing how you roll your eyes before following with a fond smile.

“Yes? What is it?” You take a seat waiting for the dramatics.

“I need your help… I’m scared to tell Mingi.” She’s a little shaky now which you aren’t used to. Watching as she pulls something out of her purse only to reveal a positive pregnancy test a second later.

“Well did you -”

“This is the third one, all positive. Yes, I checked.” She tells you a lip between her teeth.

“Okay, take a breath. Then when you’ve figured it out tell me why you’re scared to tell Mingi.” You sit her down, trying to get her breathing to settle.

“I’m scared that things will change.” She finally answers softly.

“Of course, things will change, you’re fucking pregnant. That doesn’t mean that Mingi will go anywhere. You both want this even if it’s sooner than planned. So you don’t need to be afraid. Schedule to see the doctor and then tell Mingi so he can go too. All the other steps can wait alright?” You assure, moving to hug her until she calms down more.

“Okay, I’ll make the appointment before he’s back from work. Then I’ll tell him tonight.” She agreed after a few moments.

“Good, let me know how it goes, and if you need something then just call.” You remind her before helping guide her out now.

Shaking your head with a small chuckle knowing that it would be an even more interesting nine months now. If only you knew how interesting it would truly turn out to be seeing as how four months later Nakamoto Yuta walked in as you were preparing to close up. You not having seen him since high school. You hadn’t fully recognized who he was at first now that his look had matured. His smug nature and smirk were just how you had remembered however as he walked up to the counter.

“Can I help you?” You ask, raising a brow as he leans against the surface you had just cleaned.

“Oh, no sweetheart. See, I’m here to help you.” He licks his lips as if it would hide the mischief in his smirk, pulling out a manila envelope, “After all your beloved husband has been keeping secrets.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, “Am I supposed to believe that?”

“Not my words, but the evidence yeah. If you decide not to though, that’s on you.” He shrugs, tossing the envelope onto the counter as he stands full height again, hands in his pockets, “If you decide you want to know all of the truth though my number is in there.”

Despite how you scoffed and returned to cleaning something in your gut refused to allow you to throw out the envelope. This weird, anxious, gnawing feeling. Assuming that it would pass though you stashed the envelope in a locked drawer of your desk, waiting it out. Only instead it drove you crazy. After two weeks of restless nights, you caved, and out came the envelope. You took a deep breath before opening and dumping the contents. Only where you had expected simple documents, hopefully, fabricated, there were pictures and more. Pictures of Jongho at the docks with shipments, but not of claimed business goods. Instead, it was weapons and more. Documents show how the family company was a front for much more illegal activity. Not just that though, Mingi was transferred to your school all those years ago because he was involved. Evidence of Jongho recruiting your friends one by one littering the table. The only one not directly recruited is Mini who became involved late in her relationship with Mingi. It dawned on you that the entire group knew. Everyone knew. Everyone except you.

The realization that everything was built on a lie hit you hard. Hard enough to throw off your usually level-headed mind. Once you had settled slightly again you noticed an address with most of the meeting pictures. Packing the envelope back up and heading there. Hesitating when you didn’t notice a single familiar vehicle. Still, you were determined and so into the building you barged. Which likely wasn’t the smartest decision in hindsight, but you were pissed.

The sudden sound startled Yunho there enough that he pulled his gun on you, only to nearly fumble it in shock a moment later. The man stammered as he put the weapon up, not sure what to say next, but you’d deal with him later. For now, you saw red focused on one person in particular. Yunho’s point directs your rage toward your current target. Those in the upstairs room turn to look at you as you enter. Jongho went from looking as though he was going to tell someone off to having had seen a ghost in a split second.

Mini shakes her head as she leans back, arms crossed, “ Oh you’re so fucked.”

Jongho shoots her a glare before turning back to you, “Baby-”

“Don’t you baby me Choi Jongho! What is all of this?” You demand answers as you slam the folder down onto his desk.

“I just wanted to keep you safe, love.” Jongho softly tries to appeal.

“ No, you don’t get to do that Jongho, not after treating me like a joke. What, have all of you been playing me this whole time? Wanting to laugh at the one clueless girl who couldn’t put it together?” You see Jongho going to counter, but beat him to it, “If you’re gonna say something then you better choose your next words very carefully.”

“Sweetheart, you’re too good for this world. I wanted to keep you out of it… far away from it.” He tries again only to see you’re still unwavering.

“Our whole life. Our whole relationship. Everything was all built on a lie and you think that that is enough? Cause it’s fucking not.” You scoff, shaking your head.

“I warned you that you couldn’t keep it a secret forever. Besides it’s fucked up.” Mini finally speaks up from her spot, making you turn to her and miss the look Jongho shoots her.

“And why didn’t you ever tell me after you found out?” Your frustration gets redirected for a moment, watching how guilt eats at her, but also how she keeps nervously glancing at Jongho, “Oh my god, did you fucking threaten our friends?”

“He-” Mini starts before getting cut off.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Jongho hisses out making Mini shrink back some and Mingi shifts his body to put her behind him now.

“Jongho… did you threaten our friends?” You ask again more forcefully now.

“I mean… It’s not like that… It’s just that I told them there would be consequences for telling you.” Jongho tries to pick his words carefully, but it does him no good.

“I can’t fucking believe you Jongho. You’re not at all the man that I thought.” You shift to leave only to jerk away faster as he reaches out to you, “Don’t you dare touch me! I’m leaving and until I come to you, you better stay the fuck away. That and you better come up with a good fucking explanation if you ever actually want anything to do with me.”

“Y/N.” Jongho tries again, but you’re already walking out the door. Only to hear him then yelling at someone else.

“Y/N.” It’s Mini’s voice this time and you sigh, but stop for a moment.

“Don’t try to convince me to stay.” You tell her, heartbroken but firm.

“I won’t try to do that to you. Here, take this.” She hands you a phone and chuckles at the confusion on your face, “It’s a burner, Jongho can’t track it. Not without my help anyways. So everything can be on your terms for sure. Get things in order and if you need a place to hide out let me know. I got one Jongho won’t find. Well not easily anyways.”

“Oh…” You’re stunned for a moment, overwhelmed by such concepts still, “Thanks Mini, I’ll think about it.”

Think about it you did, finding yourself texting her to take her up on the offer once you had settled business stuff. Mini quickly comes to pick you up and take you there herself in yet a different vehicle.

“So make it your own, just ignore the mess I left. I’ve been taking advantage of this place more than usual too. Also for safety reasons now that you know stuff, do not open the door for anyone you don’t know. There’s a gun in both bedrooms in the bedside table and one by the door. Point. Shoot. Don’t hesitate if you need it.” She tells you, handing you a key, “We’re the only two with keys. I’ll leave this car here, don’t trust taxis or Ubers. Don’t get things delivered. It’ll be dangerous and let him find you.”

Your eyes widen at all the information, “Is it really that dangerous of a lifestyle?”

Mini sighs and nods, “It is, that’s why even though Jongho’s actions were fucked up I agreed with wanting to keep you away. Especially now, because as much as I hold my breath every time Mingi goes to handle something I’m even more terrified to have a child involved in this. It’s not something you want people you care about a part of. Of course, I’ve also just gotten good at disappearing since Mingi has been an absolute menace lately and it’s been driving me up a wall.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that, “Well you don’t have to stay away 'cause I’m here. If you still need to hide away just pop in. Though you probably shouldn’t scare Mingi like that so often.”

“Meh, he deserves it.” She brushes off with a wave of her hand and a teasing smile.

“You know… I’m not even going to ask.”

You stayed at Mini’s safehouse for quite some time. Her being the only one in and out for anything you needed, along with all the communication with you and the business. The pregnant woman crashing there along with you yet again tonight.

“Why did you do it?” Your question shocks her out of settling in a spot in the home. Though you get up to help her before pushing it anymore.

“I don’t think it was for any one reason. I wanted you to know and I knew it was wrong, but I was scared. I didn’t want him to give Mingi more dangerous tasks because I had spoken up. Plus, he said it was to keep you safe, and so I thought that if I said something and you got hurt then it would be my fault. It also felt like something you deserved to hear from him and he kept saying that he would tell you.” Her answer makes sense to you even if upsetting, but raises another question.

“How many times did he say that he would tell me?” You’re almost scared to ask but need to know.

“At least once for every milestone and it's always the same excuse, but we all know the truth. He’s not scared you’ll get hurt by others. He’s scared the truth about him with scare or hurt you. He couldn’t ever live with that I don’t think.” You hate the way her words make you soften a little, but it doesn’t change the way you currently feel about him.

“It couldn’t possibly hurt as much as knowing that everything was a lie.” You sigh with a shake of your head.

“Who says that everything was a lie? We didn’t tell you like we should have, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re my friend. You have been this whole time. We all feel this way. Plus Jongho isn’t the soft man who married you unless you’re in the room. Not because it’s a lie, but because that man is mush for you.” Her words make you feel warm deep down and a part of you hates that with how angry you still are.

“Doesn’t make keeping things from me right.” You cross your arms, pouting a little in a sulky way.

“Oh, absolutely not! And should you decide to give him the opportunity to make it up to you then you better make him work for it after all of this.” Her words make you chuckle, but you know that she wholeheartedly means what she said. “Now let’s forget about the way these men be driving us up a fucking wall and eat with some movie with hot actors, yeah?”

“Nope not yet. I’ve had my therapy session and now it’s your turn. You’ve been showing up more and more so what’s the deal with you and Mingi?” You prod, your maternal instincts driving you to look into this with how often she has been coming at six months pregnant when she should be home resting.

“Mingi doesn’t understand that I’m pregnant, not bedbound. I get that this is new for both of us and he’s worried, but he’s taking it way too far no matter how many talks we have. I’m trying to meet him halfway, but some of it is just ridiculous.” She sighs, leaning back and running a hand through her hair.

“It can’t possibly be that bad, what is he insisting on?” You inquire, stuffing down your laughter at the incredulous look she gives you.

“Listen at first it wasn’t. Like he asked me to bathe instead of shower so I wouldn’t slip and fall, and he wanted to help me out when I was done. Fine. Makes sense. Now it’s like… I’m banned from the entire kitchen because there are too many risks. I was using a butter knife the other day and the man about had an aneurysm. I couldn’t help paint the nursery, the one task I wanted most. Not because of fumes, but because he didn’t want me on a step stool, which I already had agreed I wouldn’t do. Like I get that he means well, but he’s going too far.” She tells you and you find yourself agreeing with some of her frustrations.

“Okay, but how many times has he called since you left the house?” Your question makes her feel slightly guilty.

“... 76 times and he’s texted over 100…” She admits quietly.

“Worrying him more won’t help with anything. Why don’t you have him come and try another talk, and this time tell him if he can’t take a breath I’ll be helping you through the last three months. That should get his attention.” You offer and she nods, sending Mingi a message.

It took Mingi some time to get there, not because it was far, but because he was being careful not to expose the location, or so he thought. However, when there was a knock on the door not long after you all finished your talk everyone tensed. Mingi puts a hand on his gun as he goes to check it out, Mini following behind his form much to his displeasure. Though she seems to put together who is at the door first, slipping out from behind Mingi to throw the door open.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” Mini’s question is firm and you tense at the implication behind it.

“Let me see her!” Jongho is demanding, nearly pushing Mini out of the way before Mingi moves her behind him and takes the force of it.

You move to settle her before peaking around at Jongho, “I told you it was on my terms not yours, now go away.”

His bloodshot eyes widen drastically at the sight of you, “Wait! We don’t have to talk, just please let me see you. I need to be sure that you’re okay.”

The raw distress and sleep deprivation on his features has you nodding at Mingi who moves to let Jongho take you in. The man visibly relaxed some at the sight of you.

“Thank you … I love you.” He says softly before conceding and moving to go back to his car.

Mingi moves to kiss Mini’s forehead, “ I’ll go make sure he goes home.”

Mini nods and locks up before the both of you go back to settling in for the evening. Only to be startled by a loud bang on the door not even a half hour later.

“Oh ladies~ Open up!” A mocking voice that you haven’t heard since high school calls through the door.

“Is that Jeno?” You whisper hiss at Mini who simply nods in response. She’s quick to cut the lights and grab the gun from by the door, tossing the keys towards you.

“Message the boys and follow their directions on where to go. I’ll make sure the back is clear and we can slip out that way.” She whispers to you, leading the way, only as she’s peeking out the back they bust down the front door, “ Run and get the car as fast as you can.”

You follow her directions knowing that she’s the only one who understands what to do in this situation. Jumping at each gunshot that is set off. You pull the car over only to see them shoving her into a van, one you could easily hit to deter them, but not a risk you were willing to take while your friend was pregnant. If they had her alive though then Jongho could send a rescue after her. So you speed straight to the address the boys sent and follow Yunho’s directions into another car to get to a safe house. Jongho and Mingi are already waiting there. Watching Mingi’s heart shatter as he notices Mini isn’t there and pushing past Jongho to him, pulling him into your arms.

“She’s alive and unharmed. We’ll get her back because Jongho is going to have a rescue happen.” You assure him, stroking his hair despite the stretch as he cries in your arms.

“Wait, I-” You cut Jongho off before he can counter at all.

“It is his number one priority.” You say, shooting Jongho a look as if daring him to argue. It effectively shutting him up.

“Yeah … we are gonna do that as soon as the intel on them gets back.” He meekly agrees.

“I want to be involved.” You insist, shooting Jongho another look when you see him open his mouth, “ You lied to me and then led them to us so that I had to witness my friend get taken. Keep your mouth shut.”

“I just want you safe.” He whispers and you’re one of the few who hears.

“I’ll stay around you guys and not do dumb shit, but I’m not about to sit here like nothing is happening. Those days are over Jongho.” You shut him down yet again.

“Well, I guess we better make use of the time we have then.” Jongho sighs, firmly grasping your wrist and leading you off to a stash of weapons and a gun range in the basement, “If you’re insisting then you will have to learn to use one of these.”

The new two hours were spent practicing, with barely any progress. So Jongho came up behind you, putting his hands over yours.

“Slowly squeeze as you breathe out, a calm, smooth motion.” His direction had you finally nailing the target, “Good, just like that at whoever is your target.”

You must have hesitated too long, because he sighed, “I know you don’t have this in you. To kill a man if it comes down to it. Remember you don’t have to do this.”

“If it comes down to it, I’ll do what I have to to protect the people I love.” You counter firmly before nailing the target with a shot entirely on your own, “Now tell me how we’re going to get Mini back.”

“Yeosang is across the stress with a drone right now getting thermal. Let’s get you a vest and stuff and we’ll go.” Jongho goes to get you ready, making your brows furrow.

“What about your vest?” You ask and he chuckles.

“I don’t use one. I hate the feel of it.” He shrugs before jumping when you smack his arm.

“Jjongie put one on.” You watch how he practically melts at the soft nickname, too stunned to move at the moment, but you snap him out of it quickly, “ I’m not about to watch you get fucking shot out there.”

“I won’t get-” All it takes is one more look and he shuts up, grabbing another vest. Putting his hands up in surrender with a chuckle when you check his the same way he checked yours.

With that, you’re all loading up to go. Hongjoong is with Yeosang on the rooftop across the way. Usually, that would be where Mingi was, but Hongjoong replaced the jittery man as a snipper so that he could go get his wife personally. Mingi finally seems to pull it together when the car stops, taking this very seriously now.

“Y/N you stay with Wooyoung and Yunho clearing our escape. The rest of us know what to do.” Jongho tells you before turning to Mingi, “Stay focused and go get her back, the rest of us will bring them hell.”

That’s all it took for Mingi to be out the door of the van and rush in. Gunshots came shortly after that.

“Come up to the passenger seat with me and keep an eye out. Yunho can wait for them by the back door,” Wooyoung encourages you, putting his hand out to help you up, “It’s kinda gross back there anyways… because of San and stuff, not me. So anyways, since you’re pissed at Jongho and all. Just so you know you can call me if you ever need a … release.”

“Is now really the time, Woo?” You raise a brow, “Besides, he’s still my husband and don’t you usually go home with San?”

“Well, I mean like if y'all are on break or something. San likes mixing people in, it is purely a physical thing after all.” Wooyoung shrugs, “As for the timing… This is as good a time as any in this line of work. Especially if it keeps your mind from overthinking everything.”

“That is Wooyoung’s specialty. Distractions.” Yunho chuckles from the back of the van reminding you of his presence.

Wooyoung’s antics helped for sure, but not enough to stop you from being antsy in the passenger seat. Easing a little more when San comes through the door, followed by Mingi holding Mini against his side, Seonghwa close behind, and finally Jongho. Yunho slammed the doors behind everyone as you climbed into the back right before Wooyoung floored it. Needing to pull Mini away for a moment to see for yourself that she was okay before turning to do the same with Jongho. The man made a poor attempt at hiding the smile that the act brought to his face.

“Where are we going?” You ask Jongho quietly, leaning against him as the adrenaline wears off and the van jostles you around.

“Another safe house, farther out and more well hidden. Big enough for everyone though. It’s safer like that for a few days after something like this.” He tells you, hesitantly reaching up to massage at your nape, gently playing with your hair. You knew internally that you should put up a bit more of a fight over it, but as it lulled you to sleep you found that you didn’t care much.

Waking later to the smell of food, finding yourself in a bed. Stretching you get up to follow the smell. Finding Jongho sleeping on the couch along the way. Then seeing Hongjoong placing pizza on the counter. Gently shaking Jongho to wake him so that he could eat as well. Snickering as Mingi frets over Mini moving to stand and insisting that he’ll get it for her.

“Let Mingi spoil you for now. You and the baby have been through a lot, so just focus on recovering from that.” You side with Mingi, shaking your head while Mini playfully rolls her eyes at Mingi’s proud smirk in response.

“You’re going to feed the complex.” Mini laughs softly but doesn’t argue.

“We all will be for a while after what happened.” Seonghwa counters, ruffling her hair in passing only to chuckle at her complaints.

The interactions remind you of Mini’s words about how not everything was a lie. Seeing the same interactions as always, just with the knowledge of their true work situation now makes you believe her words. Most things were the same, just more dangerous than you thought. Not who they were as people though. Sure, you still needed time, and to build trust, but knowing that not everything was fake felt good. In a way, it reassured you as well. Maybe, here, with all these people could still be your home. Maybe you could still have that future that you always envisioned. That was something that you could discover with time though. For now, you were going to enjoy this moment after not being around people much.

Wooyoung smirking cheekily as you passed by to go to bed, that was enough of a sign that something was coming, “If you get lonely remember my offer.”

You notice Jongho tense at the words and wink sent your way. Shooting Wooyoung a glare and following behind you as you shake your head at Wooyoung’s antics.

“Do you need anything else? Or?” Jongho awkwardly asks from where he’s standing just within your doorway.

“I’m okay Jongho.” You assure him, starting to get yourself settled in for the night.”

“Oh… okay… well um if you need anything… I’ll be on the couch.” He hesitates and you sigh, stepping closer to take his hand.

“Don’t pay any attention to Woo’s antics. Unless you were down for something like that I’m not about to let him in my bed just because I’m pissed at you.” You assure him, “Especially not when I’m still trying to comprehend this whole situation. Just …. Give me some time.”

“As much as you need,” Jongho speaks softly, kissing the back of your palm before finally leaving the room.

In three days when it was finally time to leave the safehouse, you took a deep breath trying to settle your heart and mind as you walked up to Jongho.

“I think I’m ready to go home. I’m not ready for things to go back to how they were, or to stay in the same room again yet, but I’m ready to go home. I want to go home.” You tell him, watching the man who had been intimidating and scowling at people this whole time nearly cry at your confession.

“Yeah, of course!” He agrees verbally as if there had been any doubt that he would, though he does decide to test the waters a little as well, “Would you be comfortable having dinner together?”

“Like a date?” You raise a brow at the bold question.

“Yes, like a date, but I promise not to push anything.” He insists, no, pleads. Willing to agree to nearly anything if you’ll just say yes to him now.

“I thought you said everyone would still need to be careful about going out for a while?” You continue questioning him, in part to see his reaction.

“I did. Leave the details to me. I won’t put you at risk just to fulfill this desire of mine.” Jongho assures you, moving to try and get your things into the car for you.

“Fine, we can have dinner.” You agree, getting into the car with a smile as the man tries to contain himself.

When he gets you both home later he gets your stuff into the bedroom you had been missing. Then getting his stuff and moving it into a guest room. The closest one told himself it was in case you needed anything even though it was really for him.

The rest of the day though Jongho seems to be pretty much gone. Only catching occasional glimpses of him every so often. Until about 6 pm when he’s in the doorway dressed in all black, a few of his buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up.

“Dinner should be ready in a half hour.” He tells you with a smile, making you raise a brow at how quickly he ran with what you had agreed to.

“Am I supposed to dress up?” You can’t help but mess with him a little.

“Only if that’s your desire.” He answers like he always would whenever you ask if you should dress up for a date. Which was sweet if not a tad infuriating of him.

You find yourself humoring him a little and putting on something nice, and not black to specifically avoid matching. You instead go for something pastel, avoiding the colors he adores you in for being sexy. Going for something soft in comparison to his look. Waiting for him to come back to lead you to dinner. Going out the front door only to go up in the elevator instead of down. Confusing you even more as to what he had in mind. You’re quick to put it together upon arriving at the rooftop though. A single table set up overlooking the city while your flower bushes surround it, them having been perfectly maintained in your absence. A skill you were not aware that Jongho had. Roses and candles decorate the table as wine chilled beside it. You let Jongho pull the chair out for you, taking the lid off the plate before you to show your favorite meal from your favorite place to go. Something you hadn’t realized you missed so much until it was here before you again. Jongho poured you a glass of wine before taking his seat across from you. Jongho seemed very content in your presence while you ate happily.

“I knew you must have missed that.” He smiles around the rim of his glass, rather proud of himself.

You put your fork down, raising a brow, “Show me your hands.”

Jongho is confused but does as you ask. Letting you look over them until you find what you’re looking for.

“I knew you must have had no idea what to do with these plants.” You muse back, gently rubbing your thumb over the thorn pricks you find. Watching how the man flusters, shyly pulling his hands away only to instantly miss your touch.

“I figured it out.” He counters even if it isn’t firmly.

“I can tell, they look amazing.” You admire the plants for a moment before going back to the meal while Jongho preens at the praise.

The rest of dinner was filled with a few light, carefree conversations. Jongho is true to his word about not pushing anything. Still, he was working to be attentive to your needs throughout the evening. A blanket wrapped around your shoulders when the wind starts to pick up. Jongho eventually led the way back inside and to the bedroom. Nearly fainting when you kiss him before calling it a night and closing the door.

This slowly becomes a routine for you guys. Dinner once a week on the rooftop and then when safe, out again. You find him caring for your plants on more than one occasion. Not saying anything about it for quite some time, until you finally grow too curious not to.

“Jongho, what did you decide to take care of them?” You’re watching him trim one from your seat appreciating the warmth of the sun.

“Because it’s a piece of you. Caring for them felt like caring for an extension of you. It helped me feel that I could still do something for you. It was a way of having you here… especially when I was missing you.” Jongho speaks softly as if he’s afraid to admit that vulnerability to you. Not knowing that it was melting your heart to see that side of him.

“You did good taking care of that part of me.” You praise softly, only it allows him to tease a little bit.

“I took good care of the cats too!” He sounds playful, but you have a feeling that he’s looking for more praise.

“I’m sure you did. You’re a good cat dad.” You feed right into it giving him the praise he wants. Only to miss how he pouts when you get up a moment later. Coming back with lemonade and water after a few minutes, “ Here Jjongie, make sure you don’t get too hot.”

“I thought you liked me hot though.” Jongho teases getting up to get a drink, only laughing more when you smack his arm in response.

Only the atmosphere changed drastically in a few moments. Jongho’s cheerful nature disappears, changing to something more stoic.

“Get in the car. I’ll be there in a minute.” He says firmly, making your brows furrow.

“What? Why?” You ask, not moving yet, even if you’re on edge, flight response starting to kick in.

“Mingi texted a 911 message. He’s taking Mini to the hospital.” He tells you already moving, and now you are too, knowing that it has to be bad if they’re on the way there.

You wait rather impatiently for Jongho in the car. The man did not take long, just enough time to grab a bag and his gun.

“Do you know what’s wrong?” You somehow bring yourself to ask while he drives you both, but he only shakes his head.

Mingi jumps when you and Jongho call to him from behind. The man is struggling at the reception desk, making Jongho sign.

“Y/N, you and Mingi go to the room. I’ll get things sorted out here.” Jongho insists ready to pull whatever strings are necessary at this moment. Your heart hurts that such a thing might be necessary, but it shows you that Jongho does care about them as part of the family, even if he had threatened them in regards to sharing too much with you. Not that you had time to analyze such care when your friends needed you right now.

Your heart nearly stops at Mini’s pained expression, tears welling in her eyes as she holds her stomach. You’re quick to go to her side and take her hand, brushing her hair out of her face, before looking up at Mingi.

“Take a deep breath Mingi, what’s going on?” You try to calm the man enough to share the details with you, but he’s too far gone.

“I’m having contractions.” Mini grits out, but you know it’s too soon for that, at least in ideal circumstances. Staying by her side as doctors and nurses buzz around. Watching in concern as Jongho and Mingi talk with one right outside, trying to keep your friend calm as little they have done has brought her relief. Mingi comes in after handing Jongho his keys, the other man calling someone on the phone now as Mingi takes your place beside his wife.

“They’re gonna give you something to help you sleep soon love, it’ll make you feel better.” Mingi assures her, before looking at you, “Go get some air and anything else you need, I got her.”

You reluctantly nod, before slipping out, waiting for Jongho to get off the call, and then the two of you head for some coffee, “So, what’s going on?”

“Her bloodwork came back and there were drugs in her system, but there’s no clue where it came from. The boys are on the way to the house to test everything, and see where it came from.” Jongho tells you in a hushed voice.

“You think someone snuck it in somehow?” You gasp before quickly hushing yourself again as others are around.

“Not sure, but it’s been too long for it to have been from when she was taken. So it’s gotta be from something more recent and something subtle enough to be undetected until now.” Jongho sighs running a hand through his hair, “They’re going to try and get her system back in check so she doesn’t have the baby too soon, but with all that’s happened it’ll be a miracle.”

“If someone did have a way into their house though, won’t they be able to tell something is up when they’re not there and the boys are?” You inquire innocently, but the way Jongho freezes you can tell that’s something he hadn’t accounted for.

“Fuck.” He pulls his keys out, “You should go home and lock in until we’re sure it’s safe again.”

“Like hell, I will Jongho.” You counter and Jongho sighs pulling you around the corner into a blind spot.

“You know that if this was intentional they could show up here and make things get messy real quick, right?” Jongho assures that you fully understand the situation.

“I do. I also know that if I’m anywhere else when shit goes down, I’ll never be able to live with myself. Besides, Mini is gonna need a woman around to help her with some of this.” You insist, watching Jongho’s internal struggle before he hands his gun over to you.

“Don’t let anyone see this and don’t leave it anywhere, but should something happen I need to know you have a way to protect yourself.” He takes a breath as you nod and carefully hide it away with your clothes.

“Why don’t you head back up? I’ll wait down here for the call from the boys.” Jongho encourages, knowing you’ll be antsy if you’re away from the situation for too long.

They soon get Mini calmed and settled, confirming that it was simply Braxton Hicks and not something more urgent. However, they decided to keep her for monitoring considering the most recent discovery. You and Mingi wait on edge while she sleeps, Jongho eventually and almost silently slips in.

“Her vitamins were tainted.” He whispers to you both, “The boys are trying to determine if it was at home or not.”

Mingi sighed, running a hand through his hair before sitting diligently beside his wife again, “When they find out who it was I want to know.”

“Of course, but for now leave that to us and focus on her.” Jongho assures his friend as he sits beside you, “And why don’t you try and get some rest, hm?”

You nod feeling exhausted at the mention of rest now. Finding yourself dozing in the chair and leaning against Jongho’s shoulder in the process. Jolting awake when the man suddenly gets up. You feel somewhat rested, but still groggy as you attempt to piece together what’s going on. Looking around to notice that the power is out.

“Stay here and stay quiet,” Jongho whispers before he and Mingi sneak out of the room armed.

“Y/N, come help me up.” Mini insists, calling you over.

“You need to be resting!” You quietly hiss at her.

“Okay, and if they come through that door then I’m a sitting duck. Now help me up so that I’m ready in case something happens.” She counters and you sigh, but recognize that she has a point and so you move to help her. The woman then looks in Jongho’s bag to find a gun, something that makes you reach for the one you have hidden and pull it out too.

Mini quietly padded over to the door to listen and peak, only for her eyes to widen a moment later. Motioning to stay quiet and follow her as she sneaks out and across to the nurse’s station. Hiding you both under the table as you hear voices enter the hall.

“Check all the rooms, they have to be here somewhere.” You hear Yuta’s voice shouting through the hall before the click of a lighter a moment later, “Why don’t you girls go ahead and come out? We don’t bite. Well… not usually.”

“Just poison pregnant women then?” Jongho’s voice enters now, easing your anxiety some, but it also concerns you knowing how outnumbered he likely is.

“Ahh Jongho… you came too early! Spoiling the fun as usual.” Yuta muses, but what gets you to move is hearing the click of a gun safety. Standing and quickly putting the man behind Jongho in your aim.

“Y/N how good of you to join us. Now put that down before you hurt yourself.” Yuta tsks as if speaking to a small child.

“Not until he puts his down.” You counter firmly, making Yuta raise a brow.

He sighs looking at the man next, “Go ahead, she doesn’t have the guts to do anything anyways.”

The next few seconds are a blur, so many gunshots ringing out. The gun was hot in your shaking hands as the man behind Jongho crumpled, but not before getting his own shot off. That bullet grazed Jongho’s shoulder, setting off a chain reaction. The other boys raced in moments later to ensure that they had control of the situation. Jongho’s focus is on your trembling form. Cautiously taking the gun and pulling you into his embrace. Laughing a little when you snap out of it just long enough to scold Mini for standing so long and involving herself in the danger.

“You always have to be the mother, huh? Even when you’re in need.” Jongho tries to ease the mood some, rubbing your back and waiting to move you until the mess in the halls is cleaned up.

“You’re one to talk, you got shot.” You counter and he can’t help but kiss your pout.

“It’s not bad, besides better to wait for the power to be back to ask for help with it.” Jongho counters before seeing the concern still on your face, “It’s okay, just barely got me thanks to you.”

You nod silently, letting him move you back to Mini’s room. Only leaving your side to get patched up and then he’s back to sticking to you like glue. Mingi somehow gets you time to process everything later on by getting Jongho to go with him to get you all some food.

“Does it ever get easier?’ You finally ask Mini, a tremble still in your voice.

“Despite what the boys would say, no.” Mini answers with a soft sigh, “You learn that sometimes it's unavoidable in this world, but it never gets easier.”

“How do you live with it?” You watch as this time she struggles to answer.

“Realize that we do what we have to to keep our family safe and avoid it as much as possible.” Mini eventually finds a response for you, making you hum as you consider it, “Why? Do you regret it?”

“A part of me does, but I absolutely don’t regret protecting Jongho.” You answer her even if you’re confused about such emotions.

“Exactly, whether you pulled that trigger or not someone was going to die. You just made sure it wasn’t someone in our family.” Mini shrugs, “I won’t say that makes killing right, but unfortunately that’s a part of this life. That’s why Jongho wanted you away from this.”

“I’m still pissed about that, but I think I’m starting to comprehend the reasons now.” You admit.

“Don’t tell him that yet. Speaking of though, what has he done for you? Anywhere near enough yet?” She asks, eager for the details and making you chuckle at her antics.

Still, you give in, thinking that you both could probably use a change of topic for your emotions. Updating her on things between you and Jongho now. Trying not to laugh at her reactions to everything.

“Ooo you should get a Fiddle Leaf Fig and see how he handles that.” She muses and finally gets you to laugh as well.

“Don’t be a menace.” You shake your head, knowing how much you both have struggled at attempting that plant.

“No! You don’t understand! This is exactly the time to be a menace! Test that man’s patience! Get him the hell back!” She counters, making you laugh even harder.

“I think you need to calm down before you stress the baby out again.” You tell her, still chuckling along with her. Watching as she puts her hands up in surrender.

The boys soon returned with food. Mini raises a brow and mouths ‘simp’ to you when she sees you resting on Jongho’s good side. Making you stick your tongue out back, even if you can’t deny it. It seems to get late fast and soon the three of them are urging you to let Jongho take you home to get proper rest. Allowing some of the others to stay guard for the night while you recover from the events of the day.

Only it couldn’t be that simple, because that scene replays in your mind whenever you close your eyes. Leading you to finally concede and fight it to sleep. Going to the room that Jongho was staying in, stunning him.

“Can you come stay with me please?” You meekly ask, watching how Jongho scrambles and stumbles to come over to you.

“Of course,” Jongho tries to keep his excitement down knowing you needed comfort right now, not for him to add to the emotions. Letting you take the lead back to the bedroom and under the covers. Pulling you into his arms and against his chest, He even hums softly to try and help lull you to sleep even more. It is effective in getting you to do so for a while, eventually though you’re back to tossing and turning before you wake with a start from another nightmare. Jongho pouts at your panting, distressed form, getting your attention when he strokes your hair softly.

He lets out a little shocked sound when you practically lunge at him, lips pressed frantically against his. He’s not one to complain, however, eagerly returning the kiss after being deprived of your touch for so long. Letting you take the lead for now, after all, he did say he wouldn’t push anything, and that included this as much as it made his head spin and his logic fade away. Looking into your eyes very dazed when you break away to catch your breath.

“What was that for?” He finally decided to ask, though quickly panicking as your eyes started to well with tears.

“It’s haunting me… not that man I shot, but that it could have been you. Every time my eyes close it’s you like that instead of him. Jongho… I… I need you to prove something to me.” Your hand finds his cheek as a few tears fall onto his cheeks from where you are slightly hovering over your form.

“Anything love. Anything at all.” Jongho agrees without an ounce of hesitation.

“Prove to me that you’re actually here. I need you to show me… to feel you… and to know that should anything happen I didn’t miss out on the chance we have right now. I don’t want any regrets looming.” Your words have Jongho’s eyes widening, but he’s quick to recover. Carefully he flips both of you around before leaning down to kiss over the few tears still on your face.

“I’ll do all of that love and more… I’m going to show you how truly I love you. I know I was wrong and that I still have so much to make up for, but I refuse to let you live with any doubts about how deeply I feel for you and after tonight you won’t.” He assures so certainly that you felt something already starting to bloom in your heart. Jongho is the one initiating the kiss now though it’s no less desperate or breathless. His hands are delicate as they start to trace under his shirt on your form, something he swore was sexier than any lingerie. Still, it had been some time and emotions were high, so he wanted to pace himself, truly revel in this moment as he took his time with you.

Jongho breaks away from your lips to lean down and leaves a string of kisses over the skin he is slowly exposing as if mapping every inch of your skin with his lips. His touches are the softest you have ever felt in an intimate moment with him, not that you would complain about it ever, especially in such an emotionally vulnerable moment in which you both needed such reassurance. Eventually, he crosses the expanse of your skin and leaves to fully remove your shirt. He moves to trace his way back towards your bra, moaning against your skin when he feels your hands under his shirt. Taking his place as the one with a possessive touch, fingers digging in slightly as if you fear he’ll slip away, something he hopes leaves marks behind for him to admire. Hoping that it leaves him something that will prove your love for him hasn’t disappeared. Jongho decides that he wants to leave a few reminders for you as well. Leaning in with a purpose after removing your bra to reveal everything to him now. The most beautiful blank canvas just waiting to be painted in an array of warm and meaningful colors.

“Jongho you’re going too slow.” You whine, squirming impatiently.

“No such thing sweetheart, not when I’m doing it to remind every inch of you of my devotion.” Jongho counters, chuckling darkly at the whimper you let out.

He seems to show you some mercy though, that or he can’t deny you after the way he had been craving you. Either way, you’re not complaining when his hand slips into your pants, his middle finger finding your clit and rubbing with light pressure. Enough to give you a taste of relief, but not nearly enough to get you where you wanted. Jongho visibly shudders at the sounds you’re making.

“Jongho I’m not gonna cum like this.” You complain softly between little panting moans.

“Love it’s not supposed to make you cum. It’s just supposed to make you absolutely dripping before I have a taste.” He tells you, loving how you gasp at the lewd explanation of what he wants to do and the implications behind it.

“Okay, but … please… I’m so touch-deprived.” You admit in a quiet voice, flustering at the admission.

“Oh? You didn’t take Wooyo up on his offer?” He muses, nipping at your breasts again before starting another mark.

“No. Never. You know I’m a good girl. I didn’t even touch myself.” You admit looking up at him with misty eyes.

Jongho feels his cock twitch, but he doesn’t know what affects him more, your revelation or your tears, “ You are a good girl. The best girl.”

The praise affects you so much, and Jongho can feel it go straight to your core. He pulls away just to remove the rest of your clothes, letting you remove his shirt almost aggressively. Then he’s between your legs, giving you little time to admire his chest. Instead, you get his back and his face, well the part of his face that isn’t occupied. Jongho is very content to be between your shaky thighs as he worships your cunt. Intent on getting up every last drop of you as if he’s been deprived of water for days. The switch from nearly no stimulation to an overwhelming amount is almost unbearable, but this is what you asked for. Though it is so much after so long without and soon Jongho is trapped between your thighs as you hold him in place feeling your release hit. Jongho cooing softly when you finally release him from your trembling thighs.

“Oh love, I’m not done with my meal yet.” Jongho smirks at you before licking his glistening lips, “After all, we do have to make up for lost time, but don’t worry you’ll sleep once I’m done with you.”

Three hours. That’s how long Jongho was content eating you out. You’d feel more flustered at that level of attention on you were it not for how far gone you were. That and how Jongho came untouched after your third orgasm. It was all just too much for him to handle. He had paused just long enough to undress and let you catch your breath. Jongho leans in to kiss you softly now, bringing you back to reality and him, if not only to change that back in a few moments. His tip prodding at your sensitive entrance, slow to push in due to your sensitivity, and his even if he would deny it should you ask.

“So good Jongho.” You moan out, drooling a little in your daze at the stretch.

“Take it all in sweetheart, this is all for you. Always.” Jongho assures, leaning down onto his elbows on either side of you. He places a few sweet kisses on your neck before starting to move.

Jongho always fucks you with a purpose, but today his thrusts are a different kind of precise, a different kind of purposeful. As if he’s trying to prove that he still remembers everything about you even now, even after your time apart. The thought makes your head spin.

“Am I already losing you, love?” He asks, seeing how dazed out you are as you look up at him, lost in the feeling as he speeds up his thrusts. Fingers finding your clit again and you swear you’re seeing hearts when he leans down to lick away your drool.

“Oh my god Jongho! I love you!” Your words urge him to do even more, the pace picking up further as your confession sends him hurtling towards his end.

“I love you too… so much it’s crazy.” Jongho returns the sentiment. Spiraling as he sees tears glistening on your cheeks now, chanting out a mantra of love confessions and his name. It’s too much for him and he’s cumming before you, fingers moving intently on your clit to bring you over the edge too, though really the feeling of him stuffing you full of his cum is your demise.

You feel Jongho move to pull out, but you’re faster, securing your legs around his hips, “ Don’t you dare, stay with me like this all night.”

Your demand makes him chuckle, tapping your thigh, “At least release me so that I can make us more comfortable.”

You give in letting him go so he can carefully flip you both around, staying inside. Settling you against his chest before pulling the blanket over you both. Gently rubbing your back and humming, planning for that to calm you enough to settle in for some sleep finally. Chuckling when he realizes that you’re already asleep.

“I told you I would tire you out.” He whispers, kissing your forehead, “I love you.”

The rest of your night is blissful and allows you to rest enough to feel refreshed. Only to wake up and feel Jongho still inside of you, definitely with more than just morning wood. I guess that was to be expected though after a night of cockwarming.

He smirks up at you with a playful glint in his eyes, ��Round 2?”

“Fine, but this time I have something to prove.” You say, pushing up off his chest to sit in his lap.

“I’d like to see you try.”

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“Okay, what’s that look about?” You finally cave and ask Mini.

“You’re practically glowing. This is the happiest you’ve been in months.” She tells you, grinning a little from her spot, “I bet Jongho made it up to you real good.”

Her wink makes you blush, “Pfft…” You go to play it off until seeing her face, “Is it really that obvious?”

“Oh painfully so. You really needed to get dicked down that bad, huh?” She can’t help but take the opportunity presented to tease.

“Excuse me! Which one of us is currently pregnant? And you have the audacity to comment on my sex life.” You counter, though it only seems to make her laugh more. You go to say something else, but get quiet as the boys enter.

“Hi love, what are you talking about?” Jongho asks as you and Mini exchange a look.

“Just life.” Mini saves you by answering, to which you are quick to nod in agreement.

“I’ve got to go. We got a lead on Yuta’s group and they’re pissed we have him. Stay here with Mingi and Mini. I’ll pick you up later.” Jongho tells you, smiling at your quiet okay before kissing you and leaving.

“He’ll be fine,” Mini assures you after Jongho leaves.

“Will you stop making me feel obvious!” You sigh looking at her as Mingi chuckles and shakes his head.

“No, but if you insist on a change in topic I can give you one.” Mini offers, smiling as if she doesn’t constantly try to drive you crazy.

“What is it now?” You ask, but you can’t help but smile at your friend’s antics.

“We’re moving, someplace with better security, but I don’t trust the hooligans to do anything but the grunt work. Which for the most part is fine, but can you just make sure that the nursery ends up the right way, please? That way if I am here until little one comes there’s a place set up.” Mini’s words hurt your heart a little, but you nod assuring her it’ll be cared for.

“Of course, when do you need me to do that?” You ask and now Mingi answers, urging his wife to try and rest.

“Jongho is coming to the moving day, so he knows. I’ll be there too, so I know how it’s supposed to be.” He tells you, but that makes your brows furrow.

“Then who will be with Mini?” You worry looking over at your drowsy friend.

“Hongjoong. He’s good at keeping her occupied and he doesn’t want to do heavy lifting or install security, so.” Mingi tells you and you nod.

“Should have known.” You chuckle, debating saying more but stopping yourself.

“I know Y/N. You don’t have to say it.” Mingi snickers.

“God damn it, not you too Mingi!” You huff at his ability to read you too, just as easily as Mini could.

Their moving day was the following week, meeting all the boys at the house early in the morning. Noticing Mingi’s conflicted feelings and going to hug him. You knew they loved this house, but also that their safety was more important. Helping load up the first car before heading to the new place and taking over there. Having Yunho help with the few rooms needing paint and unloading the necessities as they came. Wooyoung insists on helping in the nursery if not just to constantly be bumping into you.

“So I heard you and Jongho made up. Guess that means my offer needs to be revoked.” He muses, playfully batting his lashes at you.

“Maybe you should make me an offer, it might get you somewhere,” Jongho says, entering the room just in time to hear Wooyoung and make him jump.

“I was just joking, boss.” Wooyoung chuckles nervously as he speaks.

“I wasn’t,” Jongho responds without missing a beat, settling down to start constructing some furniture.

“You mean it’s a possibility?” Wooyoung asks as both of you look at Jongho rather stunned.

“It just might be. Though there is only one way for you to find out, isn’t there?” Jongho doesn’t even look up from his task, speaking as if this is the most commonplace conversation.

You and Wooyoung are speechless as you go back to your tasks, not quite sure how to react to that. Not bringing anything about that up the rest of the day, or so you thought. What happened coming up as you and Jongho drove home that night?

“Love, how would you feel about others joining us in bed?’ His words almost make you choke as you sip on some water.

“Oh my god… did Wooyoung actually ask?’ You look at him incredulously.

“No.” Jongho chuckles, smiling as you breathe out a sigh, untensing slightly, “He had San do it for them, but I think it’s time someone teaches Wooyoung something.”

You gawk at him, “I mean they’re hot and I don’t know that I’m opposed. It’s just the thought had never crossed my mind as I was always happy being yours.”

“Well they’re on their way to our place, so if you change your mind then send them home, but otherwise.” Jongho glances over to take in your look of disbelief.

“What are you doing to teach Woo?” Your curiosity gets the better of you.

“That he can look, but not touch what’s mine.” Jongho almost growls out and that’s the final nail in your coffin. Now you have to see how this plays out.

You tried to settle in somewhat at home, despite knowing the boys would be arriving soon. Wooyoung is giddy as soon as he sees you, his smirk falling when San stops him from going to you. San and Jongho exchanged a look that made you feel like they had had a separate conversation.

“You see Wooyoung… if you’re going to be here then you’re going to play by my rules,” Jongho speaks up and you hear him getting closer before you feel him against your back.

Wooyoung nods eagerly, eyes barely flicking to Jongho as he watches you, “ Yeah, of course. What rules?”

“No touching. Oh, and you won’t be cumming inside.” Jongho lays out the few, but powerful rules.

You watch as Wooyoung processes what Jongho has said, jaw-dropping, “ I - what?”

“You heard him.” San is behind Wooyoung as he speaks in his ear, hand gripping his jaw, “You can’t agree to those rules? Then we’re leaving and you get nothing.”

You don’t feel like you should be as turned on by them as you are. Jongho seems to pick up on it though, chuckling as his hands run up and down your waist.

“It would be a real shame if you left, someone is all excited.” Jongho shares, smirking at how Wooyoung looks between you all biting his lip.

“I-I can follow those rules.” Wooyoung agrees quietly even if everyone can tell that it’ll be a challenge for him.

“Good. Then why don’t we all go to the bedroom?” Jongho kisses your temple, “ Go get settled love.”

You go off slightly ahead of the others, removing some of your clothes along the way. Sitting on the bed in just your bra and panties, taking a breath to settle some of your nerves. Only to tense when San enters the room first, the man coming over and offering his hand to you, which you take after a moment.

“You seem nervous. Is it the good kind? Or?” San asks, trying to gauge how you are feeling.

“No, it's the good kind. I just… I’ve never done something like this before. I never expected this from Jongho either.” You admit flustering when he chuckles in response.

“Just because someone is possessive doesn’t mean they’re opposed.” San tells you with a chuckle, “I’m a prime example of that. I mean have you seen how I am with Woo?”

That makes you laugh a little, breaking some of the tension. Jongho and Wooyoung enter as you do. Jongho and San smiling as you ease up, but Wooyoung seems like the jittery one now. Not that it stops him from immediately blurting out what he wants.

“Can I eat her out at least? I’ll keep my hands to myself.” Wooyoung whines, squirming under Jongho’s gaze as San raises a brow at the interaction.

Jongho removed his shirt before settling behind you and leaning you back against him, “Go ahead, but the second you touch her you’re done.”

That’s all Wooyoung needs to hear, crawling onto the bed to get between your legs as Jongho holds them open. Jongho only moves his hand to rip your panties off, Wooyoung whimpering at how soaked you are. Wasting no time to lean in and start lapping you up.

San tsks, joining you all on the bed, gripping Wooyoung’s hair earning a moan from him, “This isn’t about you slut, this is about her. Now make her actually feel good.”

Wooyoung’s motions become more concentrated, and less sloppy, under San’s guidance. Jongho kissing over your neck as he keeps you still as if that would help stop your squirming.

“Look at all the pretty marks Jongho left on her Woo, I bet you wish they were yours.” San gets under his skin, making him whimper against you. A feeling that you’re quickly getting addicted to. One that gets replicated a moment later when San pins down Wooyoung’s hand as it snakes your way.

“San just saved you from having to be stopped.” Jongho chuckles and you feel it deep in his chest as you lean against him. Reaching back to practically claw at him looking for something grounding.

“She’s losing it Woo, don’t break the rules now. We wouldn’t want to deny the good girl because of your bad behavior.” San eggs him on, Wooyoung squirming as he attempts to respond only for San to tsk and bury him deeper between your legs with a growled out ‘focus’.

Wooyoung’s whimpering and moaning send you over the edge quickly after. San gives him a moment to ride you through it until he’s tightening his grip on Wooyoung’s hair and ripping him away from you. Wooyoung looking just as dazed out as you do.

“She’s sweet.” Wooyoung practically moans out, squirming in San’s grip.

“Yeah? You gonna share?” San asks him with a smirk and Wooyoung doesn’t need to be asked twice, he’s quick to lock lips with San, sharing your taste with him. Making you moan quietly at the sight, already getting worked up again.

“Sweetheart, shouldn’t you thank San for making sure Wooyoung was good?” Jongho tucks your hair behind your ears, nodding at San who quickly undresses.

“What about me?” Wooyoung whines, picking up on where this is going.

“You can sit down, shut up, and enjoy the show. If you’re good, maybe I’ll be generous enough to let you cum on her face.” Jongho’s words motivate Wooyoung to listen. Well, for the time being anyway. The antsy boy moves to sit down and watch as you lean forward to get a taste of San. Easing him into your mouth, letting you both settle into the feeling. Jongho waits until you’ve fully taken San before his fingers ease into you, slowly working to stretch you out while you suck San off.

“Look at you please me so good while Jongho makes you feel good and gets you ready for his cock.” San praises, hands weaving into your hair, making you moan, but also alerting you to a trend of his, “Oh baby girl likes praise, huh?”

“She’s obsessed with it actually,” Jongho answers from behind you with a deep chuckle.

“You hear that Woo? Why don’t you tell her how good she’s being? Make yourself useful.” The way they would switch up, especially San between how they treated you and Wooyoung was giving you whiplash.

“You look like the prettiest little slut for them.” Wooyoung gasps out, gripping at the armrests to ground himself, or at least attempt to.

“Yah! Nice words Wooyoung!” San scolds, but doesn’t sound as firm as before with how you’re making him feel.

“That one is alright, it makes her feel a certain way. She is a little dirty after all.” Jongho smirks having felt how the word affected you as he torments you just a tad with his slow pace.

“See she’s being good, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like it filthy. I bet she’d love it if you made a mess of her San. It would be so pretty if you painted her face.” Wooyoung is leaning forward now, barely holding himself back. Lip caught between his teeth when San throws his head back in a moan, “You’re gonna make him cum Y/N. Go on, drive him crazy, make him lose it.”

You miss the look Jongho throws San from behind you, but it has San regain enough control to pull out of your mouth, cumming over your face instead.

“Well Woo, this is what you wanted, so why don’t you go clean that up for her?” San words it as a question, but his tone gives you the feeling that it is more of a demand.

“Of course.” Wooyoung leans forward to playfully lick San’s tip before he pushes him away with a growl. Wooyoung standing to come to you now. Still heading the no-touch rule as he licks up San’s release, not leaving a drop behind.

“Oh, so you can follow the rules.” Jongho quips, stripping behind you.

“Only when I want to,” Wooyoung smirks back, reaching out only for San to stop him. Pinning both of Wooyoung’s hands behind his back in just one of his. Meanwhile, Jongho is getting you on your hands and knees in front of them.

“We’re here to enjoy the show. Don’t forget your place, Wooyoung.” San growls into Woo’s ear. Freehand gripping his jaw and making him watch your face contort in pleasure as Jongho bottoms out inside of you.

“Such a pretty sight isn’t it?” San continues to goad Wooyoung, hand leaving his jaw to slowly pump Wooyoung’s cock, “Jongho making his girl feel so perfectly good. I bet you wish that it was you, don’t you?”

Wooyoung nods dramatically as he whines, “ Yeah, but she’s not mine.”

“Whose is she Wooyoung?” Jongho growls out the question, hands firmly gripping your hips. Thrusts hitting all the best spots as they talk over you, about you.

“She’s yours Jongho.” Wooyoung cries out in desperation, though you think that is mostly due to San’s actions.

“And who do you belong to Woo?” San asks firmly, picking up his pace to match Jongho’s. The two wind up both you and Wooyoung at the same time, at the same pace.

“You Sannie! Please!” Wooyoung whimpers, sniffling a little bit.

“You’ll cum when she cums.” San insists the two watch as Jongho brings you over the edge by adding his fingers to your clit, making you cry out, “Go ahead, Woo.”

That’s all it takes for Wooyoung to cum on your face. Jongho cumming only seconds later. All of you feel rather spent after that.

“Guest room.” Jongho nods in a direction as well in answer to the silent question San had asked. San nods and gets Wooyoung out and over there. Jongho’s full attention is on you now, carrying you to the bathroom. He gets into the shower with you, keeping you stable while your legs are still shaky and massaging out any potentially sore muscles. Cleaning you up to get ready for bed.

The night full of restful sleep, at least until Wooyoung barges in at crack ass o’clock giving you both a fucking heart attack, “EVERYONE GET YOUR ASSES UP! WE HAVE TO GO! THE BABY IS COMING!”

The way Wooyoung is losing his mind you would think it was his child coming. Still, you’re all awake now, scrambling to get everything you need in order and get to the hospital as quickly as you can. Finding most of the other guys already in the waiting room.

“She’s in labor, but last we heard the baby was looking healthy, just a little small since it's still kind of early.” Seonghwa updates you, smiling when you go to ask a follow-up question, “No complications with her either last we heard.”

“Thank god!” Wooyoung sighs out flopping down in a chair, “If my little niece or nephew comes out hurt those fuckers will be in for it.”

You chuckle, but feel similarly, knowing the danger they were just under. You may have stepped away for a while to process the truth, but they were still your family.

A few hours later, coffee runs later, and Mingi comes out, beaming. Clearly, he’s happy, so not too much to worry about, but you’re still holding your breath waiting for the actual news.

“Well you all officially have a nephew,” Mingi says, giggling a little from how giddy he is right now.

“I knew it! Pay up!” Wooyoung cheers, holding his hand out to San who’s pouting a little. A few of the other boys followed suit and collected bets.

“How are they?” You ask Mingi while they celebrate a little.

“They checked him out and he seems fine. They want us to stay for about a week right now to make sure he puts on weight and everything. She’s tired and will probably be ready to eat soon, but her focus is on him right now.” Mingi tells you, bringing you some relief, “You guys can go in, but we just need to keep the volume down.

The words are barely out of Mingi’s mouth before Wooyoung is heading in, loud down the hall, but quiet the second his hand is on the door handle. The rest of you are not far behind. Smiling at the sight of the baby boy lying on Mini’s chest, all swaddled up and sleeping. Wooyoung stopped by the bed to stare at him in awe.

“What’s his name?” Wooyoung whispers his question making Mini chuckle a tiny bit.

“His name is Hajoon.” She tells you all, proudly looking at the baby boy.

“I love him. I’m going to be his favorite uncle.” Wooyoung determines, making you laugh and moving him away a little so you can go to Mini’s side.

“How are you doing?” You ask checking in on her.

“I’m exhausted, but I want to hold him some more before I sleep.” She tells you and you nod figuring as much.

“Do you need anything right now then? Food or anything?” You change your question and she thinks this one over more before nodding.

“I kinda want something bad for me. I’m tired of hospital food …. Another blanket would be nice too. The IV they have me on is giving me chills.” She answers and you nod.

“I’m on it.” You head out, Jongho and Seonghwa tagging along.

“I’ll get the blanket,” Seonghwa says before heading off, leaving you and Jongho to handle the food.

Jongho handled the driving since you were the one who knew her orders better after the time together in the safe house. Doing the food run as quickly as possible to get it back to her. Laughing a little at how excited she got just at the sight of food. Mingi was going to take Hajoon from her so she could eat.

“Can I hold him?” Wooyoung asks, noticing the opportunity. Mingi laughs and hands his son over, only the boy wakes up and starts to cry making Wooyoung pout. A few of the other boys were scared of trying then.

“I’ll hold him.” Jongho surprises you a little by speaking up, delicately taking the baby who slowly stops crying as he looks up at your husband.

Jongho smiling at your stunned look, “What?”

“Just didn’t expect this is all.” You admit, watching them fondly.

Jongho shrugs, leaning in, “Well if I’m going to make comments about breeding you all the time I should get some practice in with babies.”

He winks after whispering that to you, laughing when you gasp looking at him incredulously, and smack his arm.

“Oh, you’re done now. Give me the baby. You’ve lost privileges.” You say taking the little boy from him, but he doesn’t argue enjoying seeing you with the baby.

Sitting there all together in the hospital you realized you had forgiven them. Sure there was still a mix of emotions and an upset over some things, but you held no grudges. No, you weren’t going anywhere anymore. This was your family, no matter what they did. You had to settle into this life still, and you had to repair bridges of trust and communication, but they would always be your family. Laying your head on Jongho’s head as you hold the baby, content at this moment. Content in this. Content having a home in them, in Jongho.

#fic: masquerade #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez imagines #jongho smut #jongho x reader #jongho angst #jongho fluff

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Polarity

Chapter Eleven

Masterlist

characters: mafia boss! Yuta Nakamoto x innocent! florist! reader

summary: While running away, you seemed to be moving closer to the man you were avoiding. Are you even heading to the right direction?

chapter word count: 6.8k words

chapter genre: fluff, smut

chapter warning: language, lots of kissing, MC has low self-esteem issues, mention of sexual abuse (please see past chapters), trauma, sex talks, female masturbation, horny MC, a little backstory, blood, oral-male receiving

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You were tired.

Your body ached and you don’t know why. Is it because of what you and Yuta did last night? Wait, you didn’t do anything. You were just lying in bed while he does all the action. So why are you so tired?

Yet your body felt very tired.

Maybe because you didn’t have the right sleep last night. You thought you’ll sleep soundly in Yuta’s arms but the words he said before you drift off to sleep only made you awake.

“I love you, Y/N.”

The L word. The words you never dreamed he’ll say to you.

Your stomach felt warm as he hugged you from the back, his hand slipping on your waist. You quickly closed your eyes, pretending to sleep. “You’re not a dream,” He released a relieved sigh before kissing the back of your head. “You’re really here with me.” Is he talking to himself? Or talking to you? Does he know that you’re awake? “I wish every day would be like this.”

This feels so surreal. He’s a handsome man, a man who holds the power. He’s everything you wish for in a person and someone that you can’t resist. It’s no wonder that you fell for him. But why would this overly-attractive man fall for you? Is there a moment, an encounter with Yuta, that would make him fall for you?

This is a fairytale. A dream.

And you need to wake up from this dream.

You opened your eyes but the warmth of his touch still lingers on your skin. Even if you look at it in any way, he’s real. He’s not a dream.

You turned around to face him, moaning sleepily. He giggled before landing a soft peck on your lips. “Good morning,” Yuta greeted with a smile. “Did you have a nice sleep?” Is he teasing you? When you have a sleepless night like this all because of him? You nodded and he kissed you once again, earning a giggle from you. Will every day be like this?

He leaned in to kiss you, your hands threading on his hair. When you let go of the kiss, you smiled. “Why did you dye your hair blonde?” You didn’t even know why you asked that question that early morning but it’s bugging you. He looks different with blonde hair. “You look better in dark-colored hair.”

Yuta took a strand of his hair, looking at it. “Because Johnny said you don’t like guys in black hair.” You blinked in surprise. He remembered that? He changed his hair because of that? “I thought that was the reason why you never notice me.”

“What?” You asked, not believing what you were hearing. Is it this early that your ears are picking up weird statements from him?

“You always talk to Jaehyun and Mark first. You call them by their name, you call them when you’re in trouble.” You could feel your heart squeezing in your chest. Is this the mafia boss’ version of jealousy? Why is Yuta so adorable like this? “Then your tall childhood friend came and I felt threatened, I might really lose you.”

Could you survive every day like this? With all the heart-wrenching confessions and sweet words? And this early in the morning? Yuta might give you a heart attack.

Then it occurred to you. The consequences of what you both did last night. You just ran away with him. You didn’t tell Johnny anything, didn’t even inform Sophie. Your eyes widened in surprise. Sophie. “Oh no, Sophie is going to kill me.” You exclaimed, sitting up on the bed and frantically looking around. You didn’t bring anything. You left your purse in Johnny’s car. “Shit, I have to…”

“I already called Sophie,” You stopped and stared at him. “I also informed Johnny that we’re together.” How? He has Sophie and Johnny’s number? Yet you don’t have any contact with Yuta. Why is he getting jealous when you call Mark or Jaehyun when you’re in trouble when you don’t know how to contact him? “I think it’s Johnny’s flight to Chicago today. I’ll drive you to the airport.”

“You don’t have to,” Then realized that you literally have nothing. You can’t even go home in your dress and soiled underwear. Why is your life this pathetic? “I think I’ll go home first.”

Yuta sat up and you were now facing each other, he held your cheeks while smiling warmly at you. “I’ll get you a change of clothes then drive you to the airport.” He doesn’t have to do that. “Don’t leave just yet. I want to spend some more time with you.”

If this is the mafia boss’ way of being clingy then your heart might really not make it.

—-

You were astonished once again when the man from last night parked the car in front of a posh-looking boutique with a huge marquee of its name. A name you only heard from the hostesses in the nightclub. You remembered liking a lilac dress that Aeri wore and she mentioned that it was from this shop, a gift by her patron since she cannot buy anything from here.

The ladies and men in uniform bowed when Yuta came inside, holding your hand. From the interior itself, you can easily claim that this is an expensive thing. Is Yuta really that filthy rich? “Just get anything you want,” Yuta claimed then kissed the back of your palm. You nodded just as a lady in uniform introduced herself as your personal shopper. “I’ll just check something upstairs.”

You were just standing there, in your braless off-shoulder dress and Yuta’s coat from last night. You didn’t bother wearing the soiled underwear and you wanted to change immediately. “Do you have any preferences, madam?” The woman asked that startled you. Madam? “I’m sorry, do you want me to call you Lady Nakamoto?” A gasp escaped your lips.

You shook your head. You didn’t have to smile that wide just because of that name. “You can call me Y/N.”

“I’m sorry but some of the mafia boss’ wives don’t want to be called by their names…” Again Y/N, you don’t have to be that happy. You’re not even Yuta’s wife. Not even his girlfriend. He just said he loves you but there’s no label in this relationship. What are you, even? “I’m sorry.”

You waved your hand, shaking your head. She doesn’t need to apologize that much. “I think I need to change into comfortable underwear first.” She smiled then nodded. Obviously, she had tended to other customers who had the same problem as yours since she doesn’t seem fazed by it.

The dresses on display were so pretty but it was too much. You can’t imagine wearing something like this every day. It is well-fit for parties and social gatherings. You’re more comfortable wearing jeans but since they only have skirts, you settled on one that reaches your knee. You also picked a white sweatshirt from their last season’s collection since it’s cheaper. The woman guided you in the hallway and into a series of doors where you can change but your feet didn’t move.

The last time you were inside the dressing room something bad happened to you. If not for Yuta, you might have been sexually abused at that time. The thought of coming inside a dressing room made you scared. What if a person is inside one of the rooms? “Miss Y/N,” the woman in uniform called and you only nodded. “Are you alright?” You tried to nod but your hand was shaking while holding the door handle.

It must have been a long time since you were standing in front of the door since Yuta can already be seen walking in the hallways towards you. He changed his black dress shirt to a ragged white sweater. It was the first time seeing Yuta in light-colored clothes and he looks like an angel. Shining so bright. “Hey,” he greeted. “Is there something wrong?”

This is such a small thing so why is it such a big deal for you? Mark finished that man off. You heard the gunshot. You shouldn’t be scared. But the vivid image of the man’s wicked smile while removing the buttons of your blouse doesn’t leave your mind. “Can you come with me inside?” You asked in a soft voice, embarrassed so you just focused on the ground.

Without any word, he took the clothes you chose from the woman in uniform and opened the door for you. His smile was mischievous at first when he placed the clothes on the small table inside which changed into a frown at your lack of action. “Y/N, are you alright?” You breathed heavily before nodding, taking a step inside the small room with a wall-length mirror on one side. Yuta noticed it and then walked in front of you, “Get changed. I’ll guard the door.”

You were facing the mirror as you removed the dress from your body. You can easily see Yuta facing the door, avoiding to turn to your way. “Last night…” He started that made you stop wearing the knee-length denim skirt. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No, you didn’t.” Maybe you were too blinded by pleasure and his gentle touches. Or it was probably your intense yearning for Yuta. From the reflection, you saw him exhale as if relieved. “I’m sorry.” You whispered after putting on the sweatshirt you took.

Yuta took a quick glance then smiled reassuringly after seeing that you’re all changed. He shook his head, “I’m sorry. I think I was forcing myself on you too much, making you uncomfortable.” But you aren’t anything near uncomfortable with him. You weren’t even awkward with him even if he already saw you naked. “If ever I made you uncomfortable in any way, don’t be scared to tell me.” You nodded which made him smile once again.

It was such an intense feeling. A foreign feeling growing inside you. You feel calm. At peace. A calmness that you wanted to stay with you forever. Maybe this is the chance to assess what your relationship is. “Give me your hand,” He claimed and you followed him, stretching your hand to his palm up. He placed a phone on your palm, “I’m the only one who knows this number.” He’s giving it to you? Then he placed the same gold card on top of the phone, “This is the key to the penthouse.”

“Why are you giving these to me?”

He held your free hand, the other hand rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I want you to call me whatever happens. If you need anything, you know where to find me.” The cogs in your brains started whirring. This is too much. Isn’t Yuta trusting you too much? “Just tell me whatever you want and I’ll give it to you. Just don’t give up on me.”

Yuta must have been hurt a lot. You don’t have any idea what happened to his parents but the death of his brother is tragic enough. Even Kyoko, who chose another man over him, is heartbreaking. And just like you, he might have needed the reassurance he needs. “I love you, Yuta."

He held your waist, placing his forehead on yours. “God,” he called which made you giggle. Why is he suddenly calling for the divine being? “How can I get so lucky to be loved by you?” His words made you swoon. A man with a high status such as him acting like a lovesick person for someone like you is beyond what your mind could conjure up. “You are so beautiful.” You are definitely living in a fairytale.

“And I’m glad I’m the first person to see you like this,” Yuta whispered. You only raised an eyebrow at that. “An upper hand from Johnny Seo.”

Another giggling fit escaped your lips, “You do have an upper hand.” You started before tiptoeing to place a quick kiss on his lips. “You are the one I love.”

—

The airport seemed too crowded and it confused you on how Yuta knew where to find Johnny. The last time you were here, you almost went to Johnny’s but Yuta stopped you. Now, the idea only made you laugh.

“I hope Sophie doesn’t get mad at you,” the taller guy claimed, handing you your purse. “I felt bad that you ditched me last night.”

You pouted. “I’m sorry,” You lightly glanced at Yuta standing a few feet away from you. “Things happened.”

Johnny ruffled the top of your head, smiling charmingly. “Well, I’m happy you chose your own happiness.” He crouched down so that his face is a few centimeters away in front of you. “I just wish that Yuta would give you the happiness you truly deserve.” You blinked in surprise. What does he mean by that? It felt positive but the way he said that sentence made you think otherwise.

You only felt someone pulling you away from Johnny and your back is now leaning on someone’s chest. “Your flight is already boarding, Johnny Seo.” Yuta claimed, smiling teasingly.

“Good luck with this jealous freak, little kitty cat.” The other guy exclaimed, grinning. He spread his arms wide and you reached out to give him a hug. “I’ll contact you about your dad.” His fingers casually thread on your hair. “Always remember that I’m just a call away, Y/N.” You nodded.

“Johnny, your flight.” Yuta reminded and you bit your lip to prevent from giggling at that. You only felt Johnny kiss the top of your head before you were once again pulled back by Yuta, his eyes glaring at the taller guy. You remembered crying a lot when he first said goodbye to you. Your first friend. The person who became a mother to you when you needed that particular person in your life. Yuta slipped his arm on your waist, “Are you alright?”

Somehow, you felt a lot stronger now. You are just smiling at the person you used to call ‘Mother’, waving at him enthusiastically. You didn’t even shed a tear even if you weren’t sure when you can see him again.

Mother. Johnny was right. Sophie best fits that nickname now.

You smiled, “I suddenly miss Sophie.”

The ride back to Sophie’s place was a little short. Yuta was busy talking to someone on the phone and you heard that he’s meeting another mafia boss for lunch. To be honest, you still haven’t wrapped up your head on what a mafia boss does. You know they get into violent fights a lot but where did they get all the money they have? Isn’t it illegal? Will you get in trouble if you remain to be this close to a mafia boss?

The car stopped in front of your apartment building but you waited for Yuta to finish his call. During the whole car ride, he was holding your hand and playing with your fingers. “Thank you for driving me home,” You claimed then thanked the driver as well. “I will…”

“I’ll walk you upstairs,” Yuta claimed, putting down his phone and lightly glanced at the driver who went out of the car and opened the door for him. What? He doesn’t need to do that. He has a lunch meeting and he’ll be late if he doesn’t leave now. Yet, he was already opening the door on your side of the car and lending a hand for you to take.

It was awkward. Your palms are sweaty from all the hand-holding but he kept his hold on you as you walked to the elevator. “You don’t have to walk me up.”

Once inside, he pulled you closer. “I want to spend as much more time with you.” He held your cheek with his free hand, placing his lips on you. “I don’t know when I can see you again. When I can kiss you like this again.” He placed another soft kiss on your lips. “Let me just indulge in you for a while.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, parting your lips to let his tongue enter your mouth. How many times have you kissed? But you can’t get enough of him. This is bad. You’re getting addicted to Yuta Nakamoto. The elevator opened but you’re still in his warmth. Yuta was right. You don’t know when you’re going to see him again. Doesn’t know when you’re going to be in his arms again. You should maximize all the time you have with each other. The elevator door closed but you were still in his arms, kissing his lips.

—--

Sophie has her arms crossed, glaring at you sternly. She’s really such a mom. “I’m sorry,” You whispered, rubbing your hands to apologize to her. “I left my phone so I can’t call you.” You explained then sighed, “And I should have called you last night. I thought I’m going to die.”

She raised an eyebrow then smiled mischievously. “So you spent the night with Yuta Nakamoto and he kissed you goodbye after bringing you home,” she started. Yuta already explained the situation to her when she opened the door for the two of you. She remained stoic that he only kissed your goodbye, promising that he’ll call you. “Is he good in bed?”

You gasped at the direct question but she only slapped your arm, teasing you that you shouldn’t be innocent since something clearly happened between you and Yuta. Is it that obvious? “I don’t know,” You answered quietly then continued, “But I felt that...” She raised an eyebrow in confusion. “You know that pleasurable body-shaking release.”

“Oh, my God! He gave you an orgasm.” She shouted, repeatedly slapping your arm. “Is he big?” It was your turn to give her a confused look. Big? “The innocent attitude isn’t fitting now that your virginity is taken.” Oh. That. “I’m so proud…”

“He didn’t remove his pants.” Sophie’s eyes widened in surprise. “He said he’ll take care of it.”

“And you just let him?” She screamed against your ear. Why is she so loud? And why is this conversation so embarrassing? She hit you with a throw pillow that made you hiss in pain. Why is she hitting you so much? “He gave you an orgasm and you didn’t do anything for him? How stupid!”

But what are you even supposed to do? You don’t even know what to do for him at that time. Can you even repay the pleasure he gave you? “What should I do?”

“Jerk his cock off, suck him off.” Huh? “Bite his head off.” What? “Next time you’ll meet, make sure that you give him a mind-blowing experience, Y/N.” You’re now suddenly dreading to see him. Are you even ready for this? And what if you cannot give him that mind-blowing experience? Will he leave you? Will that be the last time you’ll feel that body-shaking orgasm? “Wait, so how did he give you an orgasm if he didn’t penetrate you?”

“His fingers,” Then in a soft voice, “His tongue.”

Sophie gasped and then screamed, slapping your arm once again. “God damn it! You are a lucky bitch.”

A bitch. That was what you feel now. A female dog always waiting for her master. A female dog wagging her tail when his master gives her attention. Yuta called that night, asking how you were or what were you doing. You were just lying on the bed and he just whispered that he wanted to be in the same bed as you. His voice was low, erotic. That you started touching yourself.

The warmth of his lips is still imprinted on your body. The feel of the rough pad of his fingers, as they caress your skin, makes your body blaze as if in fire. Your fingers trailed the same path as what Yuta did last night, from your neck, shoulder, breasts, and down to your stomach. Breathing heavily, you dipped your finger south. Your forefinger circled your clit before two fingers entered your wet folds. "Y/N, are you there?" His voice whispers your name against your ear, earning your body the pleasure that you are so familiar with. A moan escaped your lips as you loudly heard the squelching sound your fingers made, along with the light giggle from the phone. "Naughty Y/N. Do you like that?"

You bite your lips, turning around so that you are stomach-flat on the bed. Your face buried on the pillow as you released a throaty scream when you wet yourself. The orgasm, you've done it to yourself. Although it's not as intense as what Yuta gave you, it's still there. "Did you enjoy that?" You forgot that Yuta was still on the phone with you. Why are you so blinded by pleasure? “I wish I was there to watch you.”

You are a bitch. A bitch in heat for this man.

The dirty doings transcend to your dreams that you always wake up feeling bothered, hot, and horny. Truly, a bitch. You were never like this before and it’s making you crazy. You wanted to feel that intense pleasure again but Yuta just messaged that he's heading to Shanghai for a week. To ease the heat you were feeling, you started watching porn which is out of character for you. You watched diligently how to pleasure yourself and how to send a man into his own orgasm, as Sophie suggested.

It was weird that you felt guilty for thinking erotic thoughts about the man you had an intimate moment with, especially seeing his niece. It was a feeling you had before, when you thought she was his daughter. But Momo was only smiling at you, excited to see you. Miss Han was just behind her, watching over the younger girl as she selected orange flowers. "And Yuta told me to get you a white lily." You smiled then took the flowers she chose, arranging them in a bouquet.

"Do you miss Yuta?" Momo asked but you only smiled timidly. You do. But who are you to ask for his time when you knew he was busy? "I miss him and Uncle Mark whenever they leave abroad," She claimed then fiddled her thumbs, continuing in a soft voice. "I wish they wouldn't leave anymore." You only pursed your lips at that.

"I wish they wouldn't get hurt that much."

The lover of a mafia boss. Sophie teasingly calls you that. Sooner or later, as she claims, you're going to run the mafia like the lady of the house. The mafia boss' wife. Even the store employees from when you purchased clothes called you that. But what does it take to be associated with the mafia? What does it take to be dating a mafia boss?

You cannot just give him pleasure sexually, you need to do your part to help him. Momo is worried that they would get hurt. But what exactly are they doing in Shanghai that would hurt them? You wished Yuta would just call you and assure you that he is still alive. You need to know what you should do to stop these worrying thoughts.

If only you could talk to a mafia boss' wife.

But the only mafia boss' wife you know is Kyoko and you didn't have that great impression of each other. Who should you talk to?

The struggle to find someone who you can talk to has brought you in front of Fortune Club. If there is one person who might know things about the mafia world, that would be the owner of this club. Mama.

It feels weird to be the customer and not the waitress in the club. The girls are happy to see you and excited for a quick chat but the busy night prevented them from doing so. Lexi was walking to her regular when you met eyes and she gave you a raise of an eyebrow. "Mama is in her office, ready to see you." One of the bouncers claimed and you followed him to the homey office which smells of tea. Mama was all smiles at you, asking you to sit down.

You don't know what to do right now. You don't even know why you went here in the first place but she made sure that you can feel that you're welcomed in the club you once worked at. "I'm glad you visited. I was worried about you," She started while pouring a green liquid into teacups. But her statement startled you. Worried about you? "Do you miss him?"

Honestly, you don't know what you're feeling right now. You don't miss him that much. You were just starting this - you weren't sure if you could call it a relationship - so you didn't know what to expect. You weren't talking much to each other even before, why would that change now that you two were more open to your feelings for each other? "I think I'm more worried." You confessed, holding the teacup with both your hands and watching the smoke coming up from the warm tea. "I don't know what this is. I don't even know what I should do, Mama."

She gave you an assuring smile. "Y/N, you have to understand that a mafia boss is prone to danger. You might be seeing him now but you're not sure what will happen later." She claimed. "That is the hardest factor in your relationship with him."

You sighed heavily. It is. Maybe that's why you're more worried about this. You don't know when you can see Yuta again. If you can even see him again. Maybe that was why Momo said those things.

Mama sipped her tea, "So what are you and Yuta now?" You shrugged, you haven't labeled anything from what you have. You weren't sure if you can call yourself Yuta's girlfriend now. A lover perhaps? “Did he at least tell you that he’s crazy about you?” Wait, how did Mama know about that? “He kept coming back here and asking me what he was feeling about you. I think that kid loves you.”

“He did say he loves me.”

The surprise in her reaction confused you. Does she not expect that much from Yuta? “He did?” She sipped on her tea once again. “He didn’t even say that word to Kyoko and just asked her to marry him.” He did? But why are you surprised? He did mention that he found out about love because of you. “You might really be the real thing for him.”

Does she know Yuta so well that she assumed those things? Does she not like Yuta confessing to you? Are they perhaps ex-lovers? “Mama, are you and Yuta…” You trailed off, not sure on what word to use. Yet you knew she understood you when she laughed wholeheartedly while shaking her head.

“He’s like a son to me.” She cleared up, “You see, I was his father’s lover.” You almost dropped the teacup at the revelation. His father’s lover? The older woman smiled at you. “ When their mother died in the hospital, their father was with me. His brother loathed me for that but Yuta was the only one who said that their father can’t do anything even if he’s in the hospital.” Her voice was quieter as if reliving that time, thumb fiddling with the rim of the teacup. “I’ve always thought that kid would do great things in the future.”

“His father’s lover?” You repeated, “When their mother died, you didn’t marry him?”

Mama leaned on her chair, smiling. “I’ve always known that I’m not meant to be a mafia boss’ wife.” But she’s already his lover. Is there a difference between the two? “Y/N, being the wife requires great courage and sacrifice. A mafia boss gets hurt a lot, his life is always on the line. And once you hold the mafia last name, you are also susceptible to that danger.” Of course. That made perfect sense. “As a wife, you are expected to wait for him. You have to experience all the anxiousness of your husband being dead or alive. You have to experience being worried that someone might take you or kill you that instant.”

She leaned in, placing her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her clasp hands. “If you’re just his lover, you aren’t expected to wait for him. You’re free from all the anxiousness, all the nervousness.” She narrated and you nodded. It does make sense. “You just need to accept what he gives you and don’t have to give something in return.”

In some ways, the talk with Mama had made something clear in you. The stark difference between being just a lover and being the mafia boss’ wife. You weren’t sure on what path you and Yuta will head to but it only made you more worried about what might happen in the future. If he did just want you to be his lover, does that mean he had to find himself a different wife? And if he asks you to be his wife, is he going to find a lover? You shook your head, Yuta isn’t like that. He loves you. You have to accept what he gives you and be grateful for that. You have to make every little moment count the next time you meet.

But will you ever meet again?

Something in your bag vibrated that startled you. Quickly, you took the phone Yuta gave you and stared at the screen revealing his name. You have never clicked the green button that quickly and answered an over-excited hello. “Hi, love.” It was Yuta. “Are you outside? Where are you?”

Somehow his voice is breathless. “I’m heading home from Mama’s place.”

“I’ll ask someone to pick you up and bring you here in the apartment.”

Wait. He’s back? “I can take a cab to go there.” You whispered and quickly glanced around for any sign of taxi cabs. “Are you alright?”

“I just want to see you.” He whispered, followed by a loud gasp. He doesn’t sound alright. “I miss you.” You didn’t realize how much you missed him after listening to his voice.

“I miss you, too.”

It was a short ride to the luxurious building. The cab driver was eyeing you weirdly and you grew nervous. Is this what Mama said about being in danger? Does he know that you’re going to a mafia boss? Maybe you should have just said yes to Yuta’s offer to pick you up. Luckily, the doorman of the building was at your aid. You thanked him after paying the driver and he even told you to use the VIP elevator, followed by the name ‘Mrs. Nakamoto’. Mrs. Nakamoto? And how did he know that you’re meeting Yuta?

That didn’t matter much as you entered the penthouse and saw blood droppings on the floor. “Yuta?” You called while removing your shoes and you only heard a soft voice coming from the living room area. Once you turned the corner of the receiving area, following the trail of blood drops, you saw a lot of blood-soaked gauze on the floor. Yuta was sitting on the couch, medicine to clean wounds on the table in front of him. “What happened?” He was pulling a thread from his skin to close the wound on his right abdomen.

“It’s nothing.” It doesn’t even look like nothing. But his face isn’t even showing pain. Even the way he stitched up his own wound seemed too professional. “It’s a small slash.”

A small slash? Yet, he needed to stitch it up? Is he too used to getting hurt that this seemed nothing to him? “Do you need any help?”

He smiled, shaking his head. “Just seeing you here is enough.”

'You just need to accept what he gives you and don’t have to give something in return.' It’s not like you don’t want to give him something in return. But what can you honestly give him when he has everything and you have nothing? Maybe, like Mama, you aren’t fit to be a mafia boss’ wife.

He cut up the thread and covered the wound with gauze. Maybe you should learn how to do that and help him next time. “You should let Jaehyun see that wound.”

Yuta shook his head, putting the medicine in the kit. “This will heal. Jaehyun would just tell me things I already know.” But isn’t it better to ask for a professional’s help in this matter? You helped him keep the things he used. “He only has the license but I still top him in class.”

It sounded like a brag but what surprised you is he was in the same class as Jaehyun. “You’re supposed to be a doctor?” You asked, blinking at the idea. He nodded, laughing at your surprised face. It answered one of the questions you have in mind. If he’s not a mafia boss, Yuta might have been a doctor. He might be working in a large hospital, wearing those white robes that add attractiveness to anyone. He’s in high society and you’re at the bottom, the same as now. There’s really no way you’ll meet each other that way.

And somewhat you’re relieved that he became a mafia boss.

“Are you that surprised?” He gestured for you to come sit beside him and you complied, leaving the medicine kit on the table. Once you were within his reach, he quickly wrapped you in his arms for a tight hug. “I missed you so bad.” He whispered, breath warm against your neck. “I thought I wouldn’t be able to hug you like this again. It scared me.” You realized that this would be the constant dilemma you and Yuta will have. The downside of being in love with a mafia boss.

Mama was right. Love isn’t just enough. You need to sacrifice a lot of things to be with Yuta: not seeing your dad, the fear of not being enough for him, and the unsure future. And you need courage.

The courage to stay with him whatever happens. The courage to always choose him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck in a tight hug. “I love you, Yuta.” His hands removed your clasp on him before holding your cheeks to place a soft kiss on your lips. A needy kiss that you desperately crave. His tongue slipped between your lips. His warmth and dominance send flames into your body.

His lips were red and swollen when he let go of you, breathing harshly while staring at you with hooded eyes. “Fuck, I want you.” He whispered before he cursed once again. “But I can’t move much. Curse this wound.”

You giggled at that before your fingers trailed on his bare chest. “Then, is it alright if I do something for you?” He looked confused before you gently kissed his chest. You have to give him that mind-blowing pleasure that he let you experience to return the favor. You need to put all your studying into action. You have to make Sophie proud.

Curse words kept on coming out his lips as you trailed butterfly kisses on his chest. You gently sucked and licked his nipple which earned a low groan from him. A sexy sound like music in your ears. The way that his sounds were becoming louder as you head south of his torso gave you much confidence that you kneeled in front of him, parting his legs. “Y/N,” he called, “You don’t have to do this.”

You stared at him, breathing harshly. “I want to.”

“Fuck.” He leaned in to kiss your lips. “I love you so much.” You smiled before your shaking fingers undo the button of his pants and unzip his fly. Yuta’s eyes closed, which gave you a signal to continue what you were doing.

Along with a groan coming out his lips as you pulled down his pants, a gasp escaped your lips. He’s big. You can now proudly tell Sophie that he’s bigger than the vibrator she uses. It’s weird how the other penises from porn look white or dark in color but Yuta’s look so red and throbbing as if it will explode. Wait, is he turned on already? But you haven’t done anything.

You trailed your fingers on the vein of his cock and he bit his lip, jerking his hip up. You rubbed your forefinger on the tip and he let out a string of curses that made you smile. Either he’s mad or he probably likes it too much. You placed a soft kiss on his tip and a groan can be heard followed by your name yet you only focus on giving him the utmost pleasure you can give. You focused on his balls, licking and lightly sucking before your tongue went north to his shaft, stopping on the tip.

You took him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down while occasionally looking at Yuta's reaction. His eyes were closed, his chest heaving up and down, as silent whispers of your name escaped his lips. You only have seen that reaction in porn videos you currently watch, when a guy was on the verge of his release. Maybe you’re doing a good job.

To further elevate his pleasure, you gently bit the tip of his throbbing cock and his eyes shot wide that instant. “Love, that hurts.” The pet name made your heart skip a beat in your chest. “Use less teeth.” But Sophie said to bite his head off. Is that metaphorical? You followed him by taking him once again in your mouth, gently letting the tip on your throat without gagging. His fingers thread on your hair as he thrusts his hip up. A sign that he likes it. You are indeed doing a great job.

And that was further agreed upon when he started groaning in a low tone, calling your name as if chanting a prayer. “I’m cumming.” He warned, gently pulling your hair but resisting him by keeping his ock in your mouth and letting him spurt all his cum in your mouth. “Y/N, you don’t have to…” You gulped the slimy, salty goo in your mouth. “Swallow.”

He stared at you in a mixture of confusion and astonishment. You read that guys love girls who swallow so you did. And it doesn’t taste that bad, but not that good either. It’s weird. That’s the only adjective you can think of. You wipe your lips from the drool and some remaining cum with the back of your fingers, his eyes still fixated on you. Surprise was all you can feel when he pulled you up and let you sit on his lap. You were even careful not to graze his wound but he only held you by the waist, staring at your eyes. The chocolate brown gaze makes your body melt. “That was amazing,” He complimented, earning a light blush on your cheeks. “Where did you learn all that?”

You were ashamed of your actions. But you’ll feel more embarrassed if he thinks that you frequently do all these things to others so it’s better to come clean. “Porn,” You whispered, looking bashful as you said the following words. “I wanted to learn to give you an amazing orgasm.” Yuta giggled, pulling you close for a hug. You wanted to see his face, wanted to know his reaction.

“You’re adorable, love.” He kissed the side of your neck. “Once this wound is healed, I’ll make sure you won’t be walking for weeks.” You gasped then stared at him wide-eyed. Isn’t that so sadistic? But why are you getting excited?

A small smile played on your lips, “Then you should take care of yourself and let the wound heal quickly.” Yuta grinned like a young schoolboy. He looks so attractive like this. A different side from the scary mafia that the world sees. A side that only you can see. You wanted him to be happy, smiling like this, all the time. You are sure you’ll do everything to make him this happy.

Even if it costs you everything you have.

“Y/N,” He called and you hummed in response. His eyes stared at yours. Chocolate brown eyes looking all so serious that you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Your breathing started to knock on your lungs as your heartbeat tenfold against your chest. You wanted him to smile, not to look all serious like this.

The words coming out of his lips made your heart drop in your chest.

The words you have been dreading to hear.

“Marry me, Y/N.”

Chapter Twelve

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naesarangyunho · 2 years ago

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naesarangyunho's masterlist:

ATEEZ

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MONSTA X

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TXT

-Drunken Confessions- Choi Yeonjun x male reader (mature) (fluff) (slight angst)

NCT

-Something Good- Yuta Nakamoto (fluff?)

WayV

-A First- Qian Kun (smut) (fluff)

-OK!- Liu Yangyang (smut)

BTS

-Okay- Min Yoongi x male reader (tw:mental health issues) (hurt/comfort)

ENHYPEN

-By Your Side- Jake Shim (angst)

-Enha as things my family has said

-Winning Hand- Heeseung (smut) (fluff) (requested)

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-Gumiho- Lee Know (fluff) -Stress Relief- Lee Know x Male reader (Smut) -Thighs- Bang Chan (Smut)

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-Kiss Me, Hyung- Yoojung x male reader

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tiredatiny · 2 years ago

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“The Devil Himself”

Pairing: Yuta x male reader

Warning(s): mafia, violence, drugging, nsfw, sub!yuta, dom!reader, degrading, usage of pet names, hair pulling, forced submission if you squint, denied orgasm(?)

Genre: smut

Author’s note: y/n’s personality is all over the place. Not proofread

“Boss we found him sneaking around the west building.”

You looked up to see a beaten young man, probably in his mid-twenties getting held up by two of your bodyguards. “And? Is he some sort of danger? Perhaps from a rival gang?” you questioned while examining the stranger in front of you. “Jeongin is doing a background check on him right now but he hasn’t admitted to being nothing but a civilian.”

You stood up from your chair and walked up to the man. “So what is your name ‘civilian’?”

“Nakamoto Yuta..” the man answered in an annoyed tone. He was probably pissed about the fact that he had been caught doing something suspicious. “Na-ka-mo-to Yu-ta..” you spelled out his name as slow as possible with a smile. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and lifted his head up. “Listen here Yuta, if you’re going to snoop around my territory.. the least you could do is be truthful to us.”

When you were close enough to Yuta’s face he saw it as an opportunity and spit on your cheek. “And what happens if I’m not huh? Will I get punished for being a bad boy?” He was definitely making a mockery out of you. You wiped the spit off of your face while trying to act calm. “Jongho could you please call Kun here right now. And tell him to take the thing with him”. Yuta looked at you then the guards holding him with a confused face “Wait what ‘the thing’??”

Kun came just to hand you a syringe. “So Nakamoto Yuta, do you know what’s in this thing?” you held the needle right above his eyes. “Uumm anesthesia..?” He made a guess, not a good guess but a guess. “Have you ever heard of aphrodisiacs?” You curiously asked him. You didn’t actually care about his answer and continued before he was able to say anything. “According to Wikipedia: It is a substance that increases sexual desire, sexual attraction, sexual pleasure, or sexual behavior.” Based on Yuta’s expression he clearly knew what was going to happen. “Hold him still” you commanded while making sure there weren’t any bubbles in the needle. “No no no please there must have been a misunderstanding” Yuta begged and tried to get away from the guards’ strong grips. But just like that, the needle pierced into his skin and the drug entered his system.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Your smile was such a sweet smile but your words and actions made it just so creepy. “Tie him up and lock him somewhere for now..” you went back to your seat as Yuta was dragged out of your room.

Yuta was laying on the floor of a dark room. He tried to get up but soon realised he couldn’t because his hands and legs were tied with.. were they tied with zip ties? He honestly wasn’t a hundred percent sure but it was the best guess at that moment. He wasn’t even sure what had happened in the last couple of hours. The man was just about to start calling for help, when he suddenly felt a tingling feeling crawling its way up his body.

Yuta’s first thought was that he was just feeling cold, since he was laying on the floor after all. But that thought quickly changed. The sudden warmth in his crotch made the poor guy almost moan out loud. That’s when he knew that the drugs you injected into him earlier were finally kicking in..

Yuta’s head turned towards a sound when a door opened somewhere near. “Oh Yuta~ is everything okay in there?” Your sweet voice filled the once empty and dark hallway as you made your way to the other’s cell.

“Please please do something.. I can’t” he started pleading as soon as he saw your face. You eyed him up and down and god he looked so ruined. He was such a sweaty and stuttering mess. “What do you want me to do mmh? Use your words pretty boy.”

It was quiet for a few seconds. “I need to.. I need to cum so bad…please let me..” Ah there it was.

You let out a chuckle. “Nakamoto Yuta, a spy and an assassin from none other than our number one rival gang NCT.. is asking me to let him cum. How pathetic.”

Yuta could only answer in small whimpers.

“You’re such a whore, you know that.” You opened the cell’s door and made your way in. “I really jus’.. need to..” Yuta’s words were all blurred together and honestly if you weren’t paying attention to what he was saying, you wouldn’t have understood anything at all.

“I can ease your pain… if you really beg.”

Multiple pleases started leaving Yuta’s mouth but it wasn’t enough for you. The useless begging soon started getting annoying and you lost your temper resulting in you kicking the man in the stomach.. multiple times. “Yuta Yuta Yuta..” you bent down to his level and grabbed his jaw, forcing Yuta’s head up. “Darling, you need to try more than that if you want to cum tonight.”

“I’ll.. I’ll be a good boy… please. Please touch me and-“ You got up and started walking towards the door. “Wait wait wait! I’ll tell you about.. about NCT! Don’t leave me here!” He cried out, making you stop on your tracks.

“You really are bad at begging.. but that’s an offer I can not pass” you sighed in defeat and walked back to the cell.

You were undressing him while humming a lullaby from your childhood. “If you refuse to give information after this, I’ll make sure you never talk again. Got it?” Yuta was so eager to receive some form of pleasure that it was like you were talking to a brick wall.

“Nakamoto, got it?” You asked again, this time slapping his thigh to get his attention. Yuta jolted upwards, clearly not expecting a slap from you. “mmhh yeah I got it..” He had no idea what you were talking about.

Yuta opened his mouth to ask a question but a loud moan escaped before he could muster up a word. “I could suck your pathetic little cock.. or I could just finger you until you cum untouched. What would you like?” you stroked Yuta’s rock hard cock painfully slow while still humming the sweet melody. “A-anything… do whatever you nngh.. want.”

You started kitten licking the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum. “Feels.. f-feels so good” Yuta moaned. He was already covered in sweat and his hair was sticking to his forehead. “I haven’t done anything yet and you’re already looking like a used little slut.”

Yuta suddenly gasped in pleasure when you started deep throating him. The poor guy was so sensitive.. and so loud. He wanted to cum so bad he started thrusting into your throat. What an awful idea.

“I help you out and this is how you thank me??! Thrusting into me like a bitch in heat!” You got up yelling. “I was going to let you cum and maybe even more but now I just want you to starve to death in here.”

Okay maybe you were overreacting a little bit. But letting him think that he could just do something like that..

“Pleas’ let me cum. I wa’so close..I’ll be a good boy” that little brat had the audacity to start asking for forgiveness. “No matter how hard you’ll beg and cry for me, I won’t come back to please you and your pathetic cock. Have fun in here, whore.”

And just like that you disappeared from Yuta’s field of view. And no matter how much he yelled after you, you were not going return.

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revluvzen · 2 years ago

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dom!vers!Yuta x sub!vers!male reader

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credits to the owner of the gif

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Genre: smut. MINORS DNI

Categories: BDSM, switching, versatiles, male reader, degradation, male reader degradee, whips, handcuffs, bondage, marker writing over body, possessiveness, objectifying, use of words slut, whore, etc., blowjobs, anal sex, masturbation, rimming, fingering, spit as lube, coming inside, etc.

WC: 2,3k

Enjoy!

"Oh, fuck, just like I wanted".

It's Yuta's birthday. You are in a relationship with him since some months ago, when he met you and flirted with you. You just couldn't resist his sexiness. That night when you had sex for the first time you discovered that the thing between both of you should last forever. He's dominant and SUPER kinky, how could you not fall in love with him?

He only asked for one thing. "When I get home, I want you to prepare to be used like a sex doll. Surprise me". When he told you that before going to his job, you got shocked. But, at the same time, it kinda turned you on. It's that thin line between being scared and being horny. You were anxious about what Yuta could do to you.

One hour before he got home, you prepared yourself. You lit some candles all around the bedroom, got undressed and sat on the bed. You put some handcuffs, a whip and a permanent maker at your side. Finally, you put on a collar and a cock ring at the base of your balls.

You hear the noises of keys in front of the door. Yuta got home. He enters through that door, and sees you prepared for him.

"Fuck, such a slut for me", he says. Yuta gets excited: he dropped his bag and started to get undressed, crawling over the bed to get near you. "Look at all the things you bought... so nasty..."

"Before we start, we have to get some things clear.", he says while grabbing the whip.

"Ok, so, tell me, who are you?", he asks. "I-I'm your boyfriend...", you reply. "Wrong", he says while hitting you with the whip. You loudly moan, not expecting that. "You are more than that. Tell me who are you".

"I'm yours", you reply. "Huh, that's why I though. So, repeat it, who's your owner?", he says, whipping you.

"Nakamoto Yuta. I'm property of Nakamoto Yuta", you reply, screaming at his whip. "Keep saying that you're mine", he says, violently whipping you.

"Yuta is my owner, I only serve to him", you reply. "And what do you serve?", he asks.

"My cock and ass, and everything he wants. My body is your property to be used as you please".

"Good boy", he says. "So, you're basically a sex doll. Fuck, such a slut...", he continues, while handcuffing your hands to the head of the bed. "Your sex doll and your slut. I'm nothing more than that, Yuta", you lasciviously reply.

"Fuck, you're turning me so on", he says, still whipping you, leaving marks over your chest. He grabs the marker on your side and takes off the cap, starting to write all over your body. "Slut", "bitch", "whore" are written over your neck and jaw, while "Yuta's Property" is written on bold over your chest and abs. Then, he writes "Use me" above your cock, then writing "Fuck me hard" over your ass.

You turn your head to see the mirror that's on the side of the room, visualizing your slutty body, so ready to be used by your lover. Then, you feel Yuta's hand over your cock. He starts jerking off you on an unexpectedly quick pace.

"You saw yourself on the mirror and got a boner, I couldn't resist doing this", he says, vigorously jerking your cock. "Fucking hoe, look at your cock, so hard from being talked down". He massages your tip with his thumb, causing it to start leaking precum. It flows down your length, lubing it all.

It's looks impossible to not resist your upcoming orgasm. Yuta noticed your near-climax face, your spasming chest and your wet dick.

"Don't you fucking dare to cum already, we just started". He takes off his hand from your cock, leaving you quietly sobbing. Yuta grabs the whip and hits you with it. You feel a mix of feelings: you want him jerking your cock, but at the same time, you love being whipped. But, on top of all, you just want him to use you as he pleases. That's what turns you on the most.

Your cock stays hard, but the feeling of imminent orgasm goes away.

"I'm going to suck your whore cock now. Don't forget to be a good slut and not come until I gave you permission", he says. "Yes, master. My cock is yours, use it as you want", you reply. "Good boy".

Yuta starts sucking on your cock. His mouth thrusts into your length, creating threads of saliva and precum. You feel your wet cock being licked off by Yuta's shaky tongue.

He licks your cock from the base to the tip, repeatedly kissing the latter. Your sensitive glans twitches and some quiet moans exits your mouth.

Some minutes after, you feel your imminent climax again. Your dick shakes inside of Yuta's mouth as he sucks you.

He takes your cock out of his mouth as he feels it twitching and leaking more and more precum. "We're still not done yet. I will be so disappointed if my fucking slut comes before I tell him to do so, that I think I would never fuck with him again...", he says, faking a sad face.

"No, master, please, I won't cum until you give me permission. Use me as you want and tell me what to do. I won't disappoint my owner", you beg to him.

"Fuck, you make me so hard, degrading yourself like that, fucking slut", Yuta said. He grabs the whip and stands up, just above of your dick. Then, he slowly sat on your cock, starting to ride.

"Your cock is so wet, fuck", he says while riding your cock and whipping your abs. You are screaming at this point, having your orgasm repeatedly denied and being hit by his whip makes you overstimulated. Your sensitive dick twitches inside of Yuta's walls.

Yuta moans and degrades you while he rides you. "Fucking useless whore, you are nothing but a mess right now, giving me your body so I can abuse it, fuck", he says. Being talked down like that makes you so horny, pleasuring Yuta as he wants and feeling like a good whore feels so good.

His whip hits you repeatedly, leaving you bruises on your abs and chests, combining with the black ink on the things Yuta wrote over your body. Right down where he wrote "use me", he was doing exactly that: bouncing on your cock as if you were no other thing than that.

You can not resist it anymore. Your chest spasm and your moans only gets louder and louder. "YUTA~, YUTA~", you scream, feeling your orgasm near. "You can come, fucking slut. Obey me and fill me with your cum", he says.

Finally, you release your cum all inside of him. You ejaculated a big load, filling his insides with your hot juices. Yuta deeply moans, while still bouncing on your cock so he makes sure all your jizz goes deep into him.

"Fuck, I loved it", Yuta say. "You released a lot, you like being used like this, don't you? Fucking whore".

"Yes, master. I love being used by my master", you reply. "But, we're not done yet. Now that you're nothing but a exhausted slut, it's my turn to fuck you", he says, sexily whispering. He flips you, with your abs laying on the bed, and your back facing Yuta. He loosens up the handcuffs so you can move your wrists to accommodate in your new position. Then, he tightly closed them again. It's difficult to see Yuta in this position as you're facing towards the bedboard, but gives Yuta the total control over your ass, as you're shamelessly giving it to him.

He positionates himself right behind your bottom, appreciating your body. "You should be ashamed, giving me your body like that to use", he says. Your cock twitches to his degradation.

Then, he lays down and starts licking your hole. You feel his wet tongue penetrating you rim. It feels so good, having your master lubing your hole so his cock can enter all inside of you. You leave some quiet moans, as he spits right inside of your entrance, feeling his saliva filling you.

You suddenly feel something entering down your hole, pushing all the saliva deep into you. Yuta is fingering you, massaging your prostate with one finger. You quietly moan as you feel him stimulating your sensitive spot.

He introduces another finger. The combination of the two fingers plus the saliva as lube makes you hole stretch, perfect for it to be fucked by Yuta mercilessly. Those two fingers inside of you makes you feel so good.

Finally, Yuta introduces another finger, kind of forming a triangle with his fingers. He quickly pulls and pushes them, finger-fucking you. You start moaning as your prostate is abused by his fingers. "Fuck", you moan. "You like the feeling of my fingers inside of you, dirty slut?", he asks with a fierce voice as he concentrates on fingering you. Then, he stops and sits straight up.

You hear a spitting noise. Yuta spits on his cock and masturbates for some seconds, lubing his length. He grabs the whip and starts hitting your back.

"Will you let me fuck you?", he asks, with an aggressively voice. "Yes, Yuta. Use me as you want, please", you quietly reply. "Such an useless slut, you are like a sex doll right now", he says, now whipping your ass.

You feel his cock hitting your buttocks. His hard, wet glans bounces on your ass, finally landing on your butt crack. Then, he introduces his cock down your hole. "Fuck, fuck", you moan, as you feel all his cock inside of you.

Yuta fucks you with a medium pace, not quick nor slow, with very precise and strong thrusts. Right below where he wrote "Fuck Me Hard" with the marker, he was doing exactly that: his cock repeatedly hits your prostate, making you moan loud.

He grabs the whip and starts hitting your back while fucking you. He is mercilessly whipping and fucking you hard at the same time. Being so overstimulated from having ejaculated before, you couldn't do anything but scream because of his actions, exciting you and making you such a mess. Occasionally, you turn your head to see him, thrusting into your ass as if it's a sex toy. Every time he hits your back, you leave a loud scream. You can't see it right now, but that marks on your behind are going to last some long time there.

"Fuck, such an useless whore, you like how I use your ass, how I fuck you like this?", he says, with quicker thrusts. "Yes, master", you say, loudly moaning. "Say that you're mine, slut", he commands. "I'm yours, master, please use me as you want", you reply.

He grabs your waist with his both hands and starts fucking you faster. He slaps your buttocks occasionally, making you scream. "Fuck, you're so wet babe, you really like being fucked right? Dirty whore", he tells you.

Some minutes later, Yuta stops and flips you again. He takes off your handcuff and raises your legs over his shoulders. Now, you're laying on the bed, face to face with him. You can appreciate his handsome, sexy face, sweating as he fucks you hard.

He pushes his cock inside of him again. Your dick hardens again, maybe because in this position you can see him abusing your hole.

"Touch yourself, my fucktoy", he says, ordering you. You obey him, starting to jerk off as he penetrates you. It feels so good, being able to masturbate with his cock inside of you. It didn't take a long time before you feel your climax near again.

"C-Can I come, master?", you ask, moaning as he fucks you rough. "You already want to come that early? Are you that sensitive?", he says, thrusting harder into you. "Yeah, you can, come for me, slut."

You reach your orgasm, and come all over your abs. Long threads of cum lands over your body, some of them reaching your face. Those phrases written over your body partially disappears as your white jizz covers them. "Fuck, look at how much did you came, needy whore", he says.

Finally, it's time for Yuta to release. He thrusts harder and harder into you, his cock hitting your prostate faster than ever. While he moans with an about-to-break voice, he talks down to you. "Who owns you, slut?", he asks, sweating as he concentrates on fucking you. "You do, Yuta", you reply, so exhausted from your orgasm.

"Who controls you?", he fiercely asks. "You do, Yuta", you reply, sobbing from being overstimulated. "Who do you belong to?", he asks, grabbing your neck. "I belong to you, Yuta", you reply, as you see him reaching his climax.

Yuta reaches his orgasm and releases inside of you. You feel your hole being filled by his hot, big load. You scream as the cum warms your insides. Finally, you stop moaning, exhausted and sweating over all that just happened.

Yuta starts kissing you. You feel his deep breaths inside your mouth. After some minutes of making out, he turns to his side and lays on the bed, both of you staring at the ceiling, exhausted.

"Fuck, you ended up so messy, little slut", he tells you. "Yes, master, all thanks to my owner", you say. "It's the best birthday gift you could've made me, babe, letting me use your body like a toy", he says. "I'm so happy you liked it, honey", you say, with a smile on your face.

"Let's sleep now", Yuta says. You silently nod, probably knowing that you couldn't do that as your heart beats so fast.

Thanks for reading! ❤️🔥 There are more smuts coming, please look forward to them!

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clouddd-hannn · 3 years ago

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The Emperor's Offer - Nakamoto Yuta

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COUPLE: Emperor!Nakamoto Yuta x Servant!M!Reader

GENRE: Smut, Emperor/Royal!AU

WARNINGS: Degradation, use of archaic words, overstimulation, Yuta has a lot of stamina, dumbification, breeding kink, they fuck in a throne, night 'til daylight ;))

SUMMARY: You were a servant for the current emperor, Nakamoto Yuta, who took interest in you

(P.S. I don't know if this was what you expected but I hope you like it, dear anon <3)

"Jaehyun!" The emperor's loud voice boomed through the whole throne room as he called for one of the imperial officers that seemed to have been a bit distracted. "Jaehyun!" Yuta called again, snapping the mentioned male out of his thoughts.

Jaehyun immediately entered the throne room and bowed before the emperor's throne, kneeling on one knee. "His Imperial Majesty, how may I be at your service?" The officer said as he kept his eyes on the ground.

"It has come to my attention that your body seems to be present here but your soul—" the emperor trailed off as he stared at the male in front of him. "—is lingering elsewhere. Do you take your job earnestly?"

"Yes, I do, Your Highness. I haven't had enough sleep after yesterday's riot in the palace and I have been more attentive to both my husband and my son," the other explained as he stood up and looked up at Yuta who was staring at him sternly.

"Is that so? Then, I reckon you would like it more if I were to discharge your role as an imperial official?" Yuta threatened as he stood up from his throne, his long red and gold robe flowing on the floor like a majestic waterfall. Yuta's words was enough for Jaehyun to panic as he shook his head.

"Oh no, please. If I will be dismissed, my family will be disappointed in me, and so will I," Jaehyun stated as he frowned.

Yuta smirked as he chuckled darkly at the officer's plea. "Oh? I'm not one for second chances, but I guess discharging one of the most known imperial officials will be my own demise and mistake," he stated as he then sat back down on his throne. "I believe that this won't happen again, yes?"

"Of course, Your Majesty," Jaehyun answered with a head bow and sighed in relief.

"Very well, then," Yuta concluded as he smiled, making Jaehyun think that the emperor must be having mood swings. "Please call the servant to come clean the throne room."

"Understood—"

"Ah ah, bring the one you usually send in to clean the throne room. The boy with (H/C) locks and (S/C) skin?" Yuta added as he played with the sleeves of his long silk robe.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I shall send forth the boy," Jaehyun answered as he bowed and finally walked towards the door to leave the throne room. Once he was outside, he sighed as he then looked at his co-imperial officer. "Kun, seriously. How are you able to bear the emperor's attitude."

"I do not in all honesty. I never did. His Majesty has quite the temper but of course, I don't let it get to my brain for I know that His Majesty can be somewhat kind as well," Kun reasoned out as he patted Jaehyun's shoulder sympathetically. "Try to be more understanding."

Jaehyun just nodded as he finally walked off to the servants' chambers where you and several other servants were currently at.

Meanwhile, at the place of the servants' chambers, you just finished washing the emperor's Spring robe and you were already bummed out at how tiring it was to wash such silky robe with only your hands and a paddle.

You were already drying off the robe by the clothesline and just wandering your eyes around the whole place when suddenly, you were smacked by the 'head', which you thought was a ridiculous idea. Ugh. Head chief? Doesn't suit her. Your smooth medium length hair that reached up to your shoulders swayed as you looked at the Head chief. "You dozing pillock! Have you got time to be loafing around?"

"No, ma'am," you answered immediately, quite annoyed by the old lady's voice every time she opens her mouth. It was always you, you,and you. You were always at fault which made you believe that this old lady might surely have pure hatred towards you.

"Well, quit lazing around and do your work!" The old lady coughed after shouting at you which made you groan and point at the robe you just washed.

"I've already washed the robe, cleaned the dishes, disposed of the trashes, organized His Highness' closet, and even did my duty," you answered as you crossed your arms and frowned. "My arms are all worn out from all the chores you have assigned to me. What more have I missed?" You added, the last sentence being quite sarcastic and challenging.

"One of the officers is asking for you. He said His Majesty is in dire need of you," the lady said which made you pout. "Do not give me that look, you pesky fool. You should be considering this as a blessing that you get to witness His Majesty upclose."

Blessing? More like a curse. You thought as you just rolled your eyes and sighed. Ever since you started cleaning the throne room three weeks ago, the emperor have been calling for you to clean the throne room every time. Can't one of the other servants do it? Why is it always me?

You nodded as you went back inside your room to change your clothes before moving out with a brush, towel, and a bucket filled with water and soap. You slowly walked towards the throne room, careful not to drop the bucket and upon arriving, you smiled at the two officers guiding the doors of the throne room. "I'm here to clean the throne room."

"Ah, that's right. His Highness is expecting you," Kun said as he opened the doors for you and let you get inside the throne room, the door's squeaking made Yuta snap his head towards it, smiling upon seeing your figure.

You placed the bucket down and went ahead of cleaning, forgetting to bow nor greet the emperor who was now watching you fondly as you scrubbed the floor. "Was it wrong for me to anticipate your respect by bowing or greeting me?"

Upon realizing, you gasped and immediately stood up as you bowed and greeted the emperor. "Good Afternoon, Dear Emperor. I am here for you have called me and I shall do what you ask of me. I am gravely sorry for not paying you respect," then you looked back up at Yuta and frowned before going back to business.

"Hm," he hummed as he inspected your slouched figure, trying to scrub away a dirt you have found. "I heard you were the youngest servant here in the palace? Is that true?" Yuta asked you with an amused tone, trying to make conversation with you.

You nodded without stopping. "That is correct, Your Highness. I was found back then, 4 years ago by your father, the ex-emperor. He thought having a servant in the palace that was the same age as you would be better," you answered as you continued to scrub since there was still a long way to go.

"And so I've heard. You're quite amusing. What's your name, boy?" Yuta asked you as he stood up on his throne and placed his hands on his back, clasping them together.

"M/N, Your Majesty," you answered with a small smile.

"M/N. What a wonderful name. Say, servant boy. How did my father find you?" Yuta asked out of curiousity then took one step down the stairs. "I want to hear your story."

"Gladly, Your Highness. I was found by the ex-emperor by my parents house, who unfortunately died because of an illegal bombing," you answered as you remembered the horror when you saw your parents' dead bodies, lying down with their bodies burnt to a crisp. "I gladly accepted the offer to serve the palace as I have no more house to live in but—"

"How would you respond to an offer?" Yuta interrupted which made you stop and look up, not expecting to see the emperor staring down at you, his body bending as he gazed down at you. You gulped as you looked straight into the emperor's eyes.

He probably walked down the stairs when you were busy talking about your unforgettable past.

"A-An offer? What would that be? I'll decide once I know what it is," you answered shamelessly, still staring into the other's eyes that was taking in your whole appearance. He chuckled before he turned around and walked back towards the stair. What? You just stared at his back before going back to scrubbing.

"An offer to let you live in my palace as my right hand," Yuta stated, halting your movements as you looked back at Yuta who was looking at you over his shoulders. "If you agree to it, you will be living a more better life. Without the pains of having to wash my robes, the dishes, nor the floor."

"With all due respect, I love my job—"

"And you won't have to hear the old lady's nagging every single day," Yuta added as he fully looked at you.

You just stared at him as you pondered for a while. No old lady nagging? No hard chores? A peaceful life? No clattering dishes? Oh! I want that, but I belong to the servants' chambers. "But your father took me in to be a servant."

"Yes, my father. But not me. I want you to be my right hand," he stated before letting out an 'ah' then smiled back at you. "No, not right hand. Rather, I want you to rule the whole kingdom..with me."

"Wh-What?! But, I'm not a woman. I can't bear a child," you reasoned out.

"That doesn't matter. Picture it, M/N. You get to live your life in luxury, in a bed of roses, literally. And if you agree, I promise to treat you well, always," Yuta reasoned out, trying to convince you to agree to his offer.

"What do you even find appealing in me, Dear Emperor?" You asked.

"Oh. Because you're simple and eye-catching, that's it," he answered as he neared you again and squatted down to reach your level of sight.

"And if I agree, do I have to pay you with something?" You asked as your hand involuntarily moved away from the brush you were holding.

"Yes," Yuta answered as he raised a hand and trailed his index finger to your cheeks, down to your jaw, and collar bone. You purred as you leaned in and closed your eyes in satisfaction. "Your body."

You contemplated for a while as you opened your eyes and stared back at him. I'll be using my body if I agree, but if I don't I'll get to save my innocence; though I can never escape old lady's nagging. So, without much more thinking, you held onto the emperor's robe and nodded. Yuta smirked as he carressed your right cheek, making you hum and close your eyes at the sudden warmth exuding from Yuta's palm. "That's it."

"Emperor—"

"Call me Yuta," he stated as he neared your ear. "Since I'm pretty sure that'll be the only name you'll be screaming tonight. I'll call upon the royal seamstress to tailor and dress you in more comfortable clothes and I'll be seeing you tonight. Here. I expect to see you on my throne."

"Yes, Y-Yuta," you hesitated, although it brought a smile to the emperor's face.

"Very well."

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Sitting by the throne as you watched Yuta enter the throne room had you nervous, your heart pounding like crazy in both anticipation and nervousness. "You look majestic, M/N. My royal seamstress never seemed to disappoint me. Are you comfortable in those clothes?"

"Yes. I-I am," you answered as you looked away with a pout, a little embarrassed. You didn't exactly know how you looked like since the seamstress just got your sizes and immediately gave you a robe before dragging you back to the throne room where Yuta will be expecting you.

"Glad to hear that. Although, we won't be needing that sooner or later," Yuta said, which made you raise a brow. So, I went over that trouble to get myself clothed yet we won't be needing it anyway? Wow. You just looked back as you pursed your lips then sighed.

"But Yuta, shouldn't we take this to the bed? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable if you have sex with me in this throne?" You asked yet only received a chuckle from the other.

"It will be fine. The throne's quite spacious for you to sit on, so that's convenient," Yuta stated as he began placing his hands on your body. "Should we start?"

"Y-Yes."

With that, Yuta raised your chin and drew you closer towards him as he leaned towards you, admiring your doe-like eyes before finally crashing his lips against your soft ones, making you close your eyes and throw your arms around the emperor's neck. "Hmm~"

Yuta bit on your lip, making you open your lips. The other immediately inserted his tongue into your wet cavern, making you gasp as he began twirling his tongue with yours. You tried to keep up with him but ended up kissing back sloppily. If Yuta noticed, he did a good job hiding it.

You pulled on Yuta's long brown hair, making him groan as you two moved your lips together in rhythm. The kiss was feverish and passionate, as if you've longed each other's lips in so long. You could already feel your member hardening in your own clothes. Ah, right. You weren't wearing anything underneath per the seamstress' instruction.

As you two ate each other's faces off, you started to buck your hips against the other who smirked as he pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting both your tongues. "I see. You're hard," Yuta commented as he palmed your hard member, pushing your hips down.

"Y-Yuta..mmh," you moaned as you placed a hand over your mouth to cover your beautiful sounds yet Yuta removed your hand, making you look directly into his eyes.

"Don't cover your mouth. I want to hear your voice," Yuta stated as he began to slowly move your robe aside, smirking as he saw how you weren't wearing underneath your (F/C) robe. "So, you are waiting for something, aren't you?"

You nodded as you placed your arms back around Yuta's neck and kissed him again, this time more needy, as if your life depended on it. Yuta placed one of his hands on your member, gripping it as he began to move his hand up and down rhythmically, making you see stars as you gasped and pulled away from his lips.

The emperor smirked at your reaction before he began to trail kisses on your cheeks, down to your neck. You squirmed in his hold as you circled your legs around Yuta's waist. "M-More, please...ah..hah.." you moaned breathily as you felt Yuta remove the robe you were wearing, which made you raise your arms momentarily to fully remove it before latching it back to it's place on Yuta's neck.

Then, you closed your eyes as you basked in the pleasure that traveled through your veins as Yuta continued to jerk you off and mark your flawless skin with purplish-red marks and love bites. "You look so beautiful, M/N."

You blushed at the compliment as you held Yuta closer, not wanting to let go of him. While doing so, Yuta inserted his middle finger into your hole which made you grit your teeth at the intrusion. "O-ooh..hah.."

"Ah, I can't wait to fuck this hole already," Yuta stated as he began to move his finger inside your hole. You whimpered as you held onto Yuta for dear life to which he smiles to. Then, he inserted another finger which made you squirm once he did a scissoring motion, full stretching you out. You bit your lip to endure the pain as you scrunched your eyebrows. "Does it hurt?" Yuta asked which made you open your eyes.

"A-A little bit. It's all to foreign to me but I-I'll manage," you answered as you felt Yuta fasten his pace on jerking your member off and the way he curled his finger inside your hole and press on your prostate made you moan. "AH! OH FUCK!"

The emperor smirked at your reaction as he leaned down towards your chest, deciding to play with your, now, erect buds. Once you felt Yuta's wet muscle swirling around your nipples, you let out a loud moan as you curled your toes in pleasure. This was all too much pleasure but you didn't complain. You liked it anyway.

"Yutaaa~" you moaned out his name before you gasped in realization. "W-Wait, what if someone hears us?"

"Let them be. Let them know how much pleasure I'll be giving you," Yuta replied as he began suckling on your erect buds, you lightly pulled on Yuta's flowing hair that tickled your abdomen which made the other groan.

Yuta began to insert another finger, beginning to fuck you with his fingers in a fast pace, pressing on your prostate once in a while which made you moan loudly. "Oh shit~mmh..hah.." you moaned as you began to buck your hips on Yuta's fingers needily. The other smirked as he bit on your buds, making you yelp as you gripped on his hair. "Ah!"

You were already nearing your release as you began to let out breathy moans, chasing your own high. When you began to move your hips against Yuta's fingers, clenching down on it, you whined in disappointment once Yuta removed his fingers from your tight hole and stopped jerking you off. "N-No...I was already close, Yuta. Why did you stop?"

Yuta bit your erect buds before he looked back up at you then smiled. "I want you to cum with something better. Not with just my fingers," Yuta stated as he began to strip off of his robe which you watched, catching every movement as you let go of him. Then, once he was fully exposed in front of you, you widened your eyes and looked up at Yuta in both shock and fear. "What? You look like you've seen a monster, M/N."

"Are you sure that can fit inside me?" You asked him as he caged you in your arms, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Yuta chuckled as he carried you by your bottom as he sat down on the throne and settled you on his lap. You looked down at his length then back up into Yuta's mesmerizingly brown eyes. "I-It's huge.."

"Don't fret, M/N," Yuta stated as he began kissing your shoulders in a very soothing manner, reassuring you that it will all be okay. You held onto his shoulders as you tilted your head, giving Yuta more access to kiss your neck. "I'll make sure it will fit and I promise to not hurt you," he stated as he buried his face on the crook of your neck before attacking it with bite marks and hickeys, making you whimper as you gripped on his shoulders tightly.

"O-Okay," you muttered as you felt Yuta pull you close and slip his cock in between your ass cheeks. You whimpered as you wrapped your arms around Yuta's neck, letting yourself be distracted by brushing your hands on Yuta's long, brown hair which he enjoyed.

Then, he slowly raised your hips and began to line his member on your hole, making you yelp as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your puckered hole. "I'll push in slowly, alright?" Yuta stated as he looked straight into your eyes.

You closed the distance between you as you crashed your lips against his. Yuta kissed back as he slowly pulled you down to his cock, making you gasp upon the intrusion. Yuta immediately inserted his tongue inside your mouth as he began to suck on yours. You followed rhythmically, making you distracted as Yuta slowly pushed his length in.

You whimpered once in a while but Yuta made sure to still his movements every time he saw how you were in pain. Your heart became soft everytime Yuta asked you if you were fine or uncomfortable but later, Yuta pushed in until he couldn't take the torture and fully inserted his cock inside your tight hole, your ass hitting the emperor's lap. "Agh! W-Wait.." you said as you pulled away from the kiss and fell forward towards Yuta's chest. "Wh-Why..? You said you'll push in slowly. That h-hurts, Yuta."

Hearing you call his name like that only turned him on more as he began to explore your torso with his hands, each touch lingering with a burning sensation in your body. It felt like you were on fire, but in a good way. Yuta began to place kisses on your shoulders moving down to your collar bone and chest, leaving bite marks and hickeys along the way, making you feel somewhat hot and feverish.

You coudn't help but moan every time Yuta sucked on your nipples as if it were a lollipop. "Gah! Ah hah~ Yuta~" you moaned loudly as you pulled on his long hair and curled your toes in pleasure. "M-More! More please! Yuta, yuta, oh my god! P-Please.." you asked needily, sounding like a debauched slut who needed more than just kisses and hickeys.

Hearing your needy pleas made Yuta growl as he placed his hands back on your ass and lifted you before slamming you back down onto his dick, making you throw your head back as you held onto Yuta's shoulders. "You want this, don't you?" He teased as he grinded his hips on yours, all the while piercing your naughty hole.

You nodded your head eagerly as Yuta lifted your hips once more before he pulled you back down with a groan. "Ah! Ohh yess~" you moaned as you began to bounce on Yuta's cock like the good boy that you are. "Mhmhm~so biig, emperor."

"Oh? Emperor, huh? You seem to like that better than addressing me with my true name," Yuta stated as he held your hips and began to fuck you harder, each thrusts sending you into pure bliss. You shrieked in pleasure as you dug your nails onto his shoulders, making him groan as he drilled his cock deeper into your ass. "Ooh, so tight."

"Yes! Yes! Oh my go—Ah!" You screamed once the tip of Yuta's cock hit those bundle of nerves that made you shudder on his lap. You felt your knees weaken but you still continued your movements. Yuta looked at your pleasured expression and chucled darkly as he began to suck on your erect buds again.

You screamed in ecstasy as you arched your back every time Yuta hit your prostate dead on. "Hm? You like this here?" Yuta stated as he went back to sucking your nipples and began to abuse your prostate with every thrust, making you see stars as you threw your head back, mouth wide open as lewd moans escaped your mouth.

"I-I like it~ Do that more please, Yuta," you pleaded as you looked into the other's lustful gaze, making you whimper. Yuta smirked as he began to fuck you at an even faster pace, making you scream as you pulled on his hair. "Fuuuck!" You screamed at a high-pitched tone which made Yuta smirk.

Yuta chuckled deeply as he neared your ears and bit your lobe before whispering, "For an innocent looking servant boy, you sure are very salacious. Your body, your face, your sinful howls, how you involuntarily move your hips. So. Fucking.Lewd." Yuta stated, each word corresponding to a loud slap on your ass cheeks, making you gasp.

You continued to moan as you placed a hand on your cock to chase your high but Yuta removed it, making you groan in frustration. "Cum only with my cock. I want you to cum untouched, like the dirty harlot that you are."

You moaned at his harsh words as you began to buck your hips in rhythm with Yuta as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach. "I-I'm close, Yuta," you stated as you began to roll your tongue out as you smiled lewdly, falling too deep into ecstasy. Yuta stared at your blissed out expression as he smirked.

"It's alright, M/N. Just cum whenever you want," Yuta stated as he soothingly rubbed your back with one hand. He heard how you began to let out breathy gasps as you threw your head back and began to bounce on Yuta's dick faster.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Oh my god! I'm cumming!" You shouted, screaming out in pleasure as strings of white ropes erupted from your own erect cock. "Fuuuck! Mhm.." you moaned as you began to slow your movements, releasing string after string on both your toned stomachs.

You slumped tiredly onto Yuta's chest after your release but you were shocked when he began to move his still hard member inside your hole. "Don't get tired now. We're still not done."

"Wh-What? But..I-I just came," you stated as you felt Yuta pull his cock out, making you wince. Yuta let you stand up as he stood up as well and moved behind you. "What—"

"Put your hands on the throne, M/N, and bend down," Yuta instructed, making you bite your bottom lip as you bent down and held onto the throne, before screaming out loud when Yuta suddenly inserted his whole length inside your hole in one powerful thrust. "Ah! E-Emperor!"

"I'm starting to think you like emperor more than my own name. Is that somehow what they call a kink, M/N?" Yuta asked as he began to fuck your sensitive hole again, abusing your prostate which made you lose your strength as you laid limply on the throne, letting out ecstatic moans as you held on the throne tightly.

"N-Nooo~" you answered as you felt the tip of Yuta's cock hit those bundle of nerves everytime he thrusted inside you, making your knees weak, although Yuta held your hips which was fortunate so you wouldn't fall down on the floor. "Yutaa~Ahh~"

Yuta growled as he began to drill his dick faster into your hole, making you tear up at the oversensitivity. You moaned as you sobbed at the pleasure, yet Yuta couldn't decipher if you were hurting or just purely blissed out. Nevertheless, he still thrusted inside of you mercilessly. "I don't think we can finish only until this hour. Your ass is very addicting, I could wreck it 'til daylight," Yuta stated as he slapped your ass cheeks.

You just moaned as you began to fall into a submissive state, letting yourself submit to the pleasure Yuta was giving you. "Oh my goodness! Yes! Do me more, emperor!" You moaned as you threw your head back and rolled your tongue out, tears escaping your eyes as you began to push back onto Yuta's dick.

"Hm? You asked for it," Yuta stated as he began to thrust inhumanely, making you gasp, saliva dripping down your tongue as you let Yuta use you like a fucktoy. He placed a hand on your medium length hair and gripped it tightly before pulling it, making you let out a choked out gasp. You let out choked moans as you felt Yuta fuck your hole with no remorse.

You rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you began clenching on Yuta's cock. Then, before you knew it, you were already cumming again with a choked, dragged out moan as you clenched onto Yuta's huge cock.

Yuta groaned as he began to thrust harder to chase his high before finally stilling his movements with a loud groan as he came inside you for the first time that night.

After that, you don't know how many positions you've already tried and what time it already was but the sun was already rising.

Yuta really stayed true to his words. Your face was already stained with your tears as he changed your position again. This time, you were sitting down on the throne with your legs wide open, dangling on the armrests. Yuta admired your state, how you were covered in your own cum and how lewd your expression was before finally burying his huge length again into your hole, making you gasp loudly. "Ah! Yess~"

Yuta smirked as he held your legs and placed it on his arms as he fucked you in that position, reaching even deeper into your tight hole "Fuck, it feels so warm inside you, M/N!" Yuta groaned as he began to fuck you even faster.

You just chuckled lewdly as you pushed your stomach down, feeling Yuta's cock hit your stomach, admiring how it bulged everytime he thrusted inside you. "Oooh~"

"Fuck, M/N! I'm gonna cum!" Yuta stated as you let out a loud moan, encouraging Yuta to cum inside you.

"Yes, emperoror! P-Please release your seeds i-inside me! I want y-your fucking semen, Yuta! Fill me t-to the brim! AHH!" You moaned as you gritted your teeth and began buck your hips as well and seconds later, you moaned as you came. You clenched on Yuta's dick as he released inside of your addicting hole with a loud moan.

He slowly thrusted to ride out his high, making you whimper as you fell limp on the throne. "N-No..m-m-more..I-I can't.."

Yuta just chuckled at your state as he pulled his flaccid cock out from your hole and hugged your figure. "This makes us one now, right?"

"Y-Y-Yes.."

Yuta smiled as he wore his robes and covered you with your own robe as he called for some servants to clean the throne room (only called boy servants). He carried you like a baby as he led you to his bedroom. You were already snoozing when Yuta smiled as he placed you down on the bed. "I deeply apologize for keeping you up, M/N."

Yuta smiled as he placed a lingering kiss on your forehead and lips before slipping one of his small pyjamas on you and wore his own pyjamas as well. He slipped into the sheets as he hugged you closer, before finally closing his eyes and letting his tiredness take over.

Meanwhile..

"Did they seriously go at it from night 'til daylight?" Jaehyun stated as he looked at Kun who nodded. "Hm. Guess he listens to Ariana Grande."

"Who?"

"Nothing."

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star-suh · 10 months ago

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Best Hole

Nakamoto Yuta x Male Reader

cw: top yuta, sub-ish slutty yn, cheating, breeding, blowjob, deepthroat, degradation, fingering, implied impregnation kink.

an: first story of this year!!, it was almost a month since i wrote something, i feel kinda rusty so ntm with this one 😭

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yuta was opening the door to his house while a tipsy yn was next to him. they both went out to celebrate that tomorrow is yuta's wedding, however, yn drank too much and ended up getting a little drunk so they had to return home.

“we're finally here” sighed yuta throwing the keys to the nearest table, then he lifted yn and took him to his bed.

they were both lying in the same bed when suddenly yuta feels yn rubbing himself on his leg, "yn what are you doing" the groom asked, yn didn't respond he just moaned, "umm.. yn?" he asked again. “i need you” were the only words that came out of his best friend mouth.

“what are you talking about yn? do you realize my wedding is in some hours… i-i can't fuck you..” yuta blurted out. “please no one would know about that” yn was so needy for yuta, his face was too red “please at least just for tonight”.

“you know i like it rough yn. how you're gonna walk tomorrow to attend my wedding?” yn didn't answered he just went straight to yuta's bulge and began to sniff it, “fine but just remember” yuta grabbed yn by his chin and made eye contact with him “i warned you, it's not gonna be my fault if you can't walk tomorrow” and with one gentle slap on yn's left cheek he unzipped his pants, freeing his big heavy cock “go on” the top demanded.

yn started to kiss the tip, licking some of the pre-cum. his tongue going up and down the shaft making sure to lick every vein and every inch of it. “look at you so needy for my cock, you're like a whore.. fuck.. a filthy one.. look at you gagging over a committed man's cock” said yuta between pants and whimpers. yn enjoyed how yuta was treating him, one of his hands went towards his pants, discarding it and then started to finger himself, “come yn i know you can do more than that. put it all inside you” ordered yuta. yn slowly went down, swallowing every inch little by little until it was all the way inside “there you go now hold on a little. breathe through your nose" the top reminded yn.

yn was making a mess with yuta's cock, he would kiss it, sniff it and then rub it all over his face leaving it soaked with the thick saliva, “look at you.. ahh~ so desperate for my cock” yuta laughed wiping some tears from yn's eyes. yn accelerated the pace of his blowjob, waiting eagerly to taste yuta's cum, “stop yn” he obeyed, "what's wrong?" he asked. "i want to cum .. but inside you" he panted, "come on, ride me" yuta lay back on the bed placing his hands behind his head and letting yn do all the work.

yn tried to take it all at once but it was so thick, the burning sensation of the stretch making him moan loudly "breathe a little" mentions yuta, and with just a thrust he manages to be completely inside the bottom, "shit, you're squeezing me too much" the tall one moaned "start moving those hips, you dirty slut”. yn's ass went up and down, yuta was amazed watching how his cock dissapeared inside that ass “you're taking me so well slut. not even my soon-to-be wife can take me all”. “shit yuta.. so am i better than your wife?” yn started to question him as a way to rile him up more “are you gonna fuck your wife like this?. everytime you fuck her you gonna think it's m–” yuta flipped him over not letting him finish the question, he was now lying with his back against the bed, yuta grabbed him by his knees, bringing them close to his chest and started drilling him "you're a filthy bitch, you know? i’m not going to stop until i fill you up with my cum”; “yes, please” yn moaned "i want it all inside me, give it all to me” he begged.

"tell me, even after getting married you're still going to give me your filthy hole huh? are you going to keep spreading these legs for me?" yuta asked feeling that delicious sensation in his lower tummy. “yes yuta, i will always be your bitch, this hole belongs to you so you can do whatever you want with it, let's make a lot of babies behind your eife's back”.

“for fuck's sake yn, shut your fucking mouth, heavens... if you keep talking like that, i’m not going to stop fucking you all night” yuta says, "is it a deal then? are you going to be my side bitch?" he questions to which yn responds quickly without thinking "yes yuta i’m just a hole for you to breed whenever you want”. that was yuta's last straw, he came inside yn's ruined hole, but he didn't take it out, something that make yn to look at him with concern, "i warned you not to keep talking like that, i guess we won't sleep tonight”

the next day during the wedding after party yuta was happy with his new wife celebrating and dancing, while yn was with slight dark circles under his eyes, a hoarse voice and struggling to walk, looking for some liquor to wet his throat “fucking yuta you almost destroyed me” he murmurs drinking all the content of the cup all at once.

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jaeyong-sucker · 3 years ago

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YUTA • KATAPTRONOPHILIA

⚠️WARNING⚠️

Read at your own risk.

KATAPTRONOPHILIA

Sexual arousal from sexual practices (masturbation, sexual intercourse, etc.) in front of mirrors.

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Having Yuta as your boyfriend is so risky. Especially when you both are in public. He gets horny at the most random, unexpected times and next thing you know, he's bouncing on your dick with no fear of getting caught. It's the thrill for him… and you're getting used to it and want to do it with him again. And gladly your prayers were answered when he pulled you into one of the practice rooms of the SM Entertainment building.

After locking the door, he pulled you down and slammed his lips into yours and sucked on it like a hungry beast. You knew he was hungry for you even though you just had sex three times this day. As he devoured your lips, you held him by his small waist and guided him until his back touched the mirror. You wanted to push him harshly and pin him on the mirror, but you decided to use your full energy later to make Yuta scream your name.

You gasp in shock when you see your nude reflection, your clothes thrown at random places across the room. Your butt aching slightly at how you landed on the floor. Yuta keeps his sinful eyes focused on your twitching dick as he removes his last article of clothing, his sweatpants.

"Not wearing anything underneath. I'm impressed by how slutty you are." You lick your lips before giving his ass a massive smack.

"I'm a scout. Always prepared." He stands in front of you and speeads his butt cheeks directly in front of your face, making you drool at the hole perfectly prepped. Perfectly stretched for a smooth penetration. His gaping hole clenches in front of you. Waiting to hug your cock and get filled by your seed.

Yuta sit in front of you and lines his hole above your cock. You impatiently held Yuta by his waist and inserted your length in one go, making him a tearing and moaning mess. He looks beautiful when he gets aroused. It makes you want to ruin him more.

"I want you to look at the mirror and see how messed up you get when I fuck you." You growl near his ear and licked his earlobe, which he moans at.

Instantly, Yuta starts bouncing on your cock. He holds on to your forearms for support as he speeds up his bounces. He whimpers when one of your hands grip around his dick and strokes it slowly and your other hand pinches and tickles his nipple. He breathes out a series of moans and whimpers and throws his head back from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Eyes on the mirror, babe." You sternly remind him. His eyes open halfway, unable to fully focus. All he just knows is how good it feels every time your cock brushes against his prostate and how your thrusts create bulges on his stomach. He loves the way he slides down and meets your thrusts and get hit on that sweet spot.

"Look at you. So sweaty while bouncing on my cock like a hungry whore. You like getting dicked and filled, don't you?"

He moans and nods furiously when you speed up the strokes on his dick.

"Babe, answer me or I'll fuck you hard until you'll never get to practice later." You sweetly coo, making him shiver at the sweet tone yet evil motive.

"Yes! It feels good to be your whore! To be fucked and to be filled!" He whimpers between sobs. Yuta can't help it. His hole, his prostate, his dick and his nipple being assaulted needs a lot of focus for him to answer your question.

He is such an erotic sight in the mirror. His whole body covered with sweat. His teary face contorted into sinful bliss and he looked helpless as you slam upwards to pound his hole.

"Oh fuck, babe, I'm close!" He sobs as he bounces faster on your cock to chase his high.

Loud footsteps and the booming voice of the dance teacher were heard approaching the practice room. Once he held the knob, the door opens and you walk past him and the other 127 members with a satisfied, lewd look on your face.

"Okay, students, let's warm up before we practice." The teacher instructs, not minding the glass that is stained with fresh cum.

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Hey, y'all! For this chapter, I decided to make Yuta the bottom, cause why not? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. LOVE LOVE LOVE.

- jaeyong_sucker ^~^

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vergilthelibrarian · 4 years ago

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Yuta x FTM!Reader

So this is a smut that’s a lead up to the act

I was looking at a lot of Tom of Finland drawings, not because of horniness or anything! More for inspiration and this is what came to mind.

Your tongue glided up from the base to the tip of Yuta’s cock, a deep sigh slipping past his lips.

You kept licking and licking, swirling your tongue around his tip.

“Okay. Now put me in your mouth.” he breathed out, a groaning out a cruse as you followed his command

You flatten your tongue and looked up at Yuta, your doe like eyes making him want to fuck you senselessly but since this was your first time, he wanted to teach you.

He moved one of his hands to rest on top of your head, moving it down his thick length.

“Just move your head up and down. Don’t use any teeth.” he said, guiding your head.

“Use your hands too. You don’t have to only use your mouth.”

Once he believed that you got the hang of it, he removed his hand, letting you take control.

You moved your head down his length as far as you could, using your hands to rub the parts you couldn’t reach.

After a bit, you removed your mouth, rubbing his cock before taking him again.

This time though, you forced yourself to take his entire length, your nose up against his black hairs, your eyes watering a bit as you gagged causing Yuta to buck his hips at the sound.

“Fuck!” he breathed out sharply, one of his hands covering his face.

You pulled back, taking him out of your mouth to catch your breath.

“Did I do good?” you asked innocently and your lover smiled.

“Yes. You did good. Now come here.” he said, patting his thigh.

You got up from your knees and sat in his lap.

He began massaging your thighs, squeezing them. His hands soon glided to your clothed crotch and you whimpered as he gently glided his fingers across it, applying pressure here and there.

You gasped as his hands entered your shorts, your head going to the hiding at the crook of his neck. One of your hands went to his chest, grabbing his shirt tightly as he played with your clit.

“Hmph. You’re not wearing any underwear? Such a naughty boy.” Yuta smirked.

His thumb rubbed you and you bit back your moans, embarrassment filling you up since you’ve never went this far with anyone before.

You shivered when you felt one of his fingers glide against the lips of your cunt, playing with your essence, but he didn’t enter any of his fingers in you which was driving your crazy. You started grinding your hips, wanting him to just finger you already but he didn’t.

Instead, he glided his hand out of your shorts and up your stomach, touching your scar and landing on one of your nipples, massaging it.

While he did all of this, his other hand was on the side of you, massaging your thigh.

His cock still hard, pressed up to your side.

“Look at me.” he said and you moved your head from his neck, looking into his lust filled eyes.

He leaned down, capturing your lips into a sweet kiss that deepened.

He broke the kiss to take off your shirt and resumed kissing you but instead you pulled away, getting off of his lap and moving onto the bed, crawling to the headboard.

Yuta looked at you in confusion and turned around, crawling onto the bed and to you.

Your hands were on your chest, feeling the scars and Yuta knew right then and there that you were insecure of your chest.

“Hey. I love your chest. I love your body. I love you.” he said, peppering your face with kisses, causing you to smile a bit.

“Don’t hide yourself from me. I wanna see all of you.” his fingers glided up and down your arms.

You immediately kissed him, catching him off guard but he kissed back.

He took off his shirt, breaking the kiss once more.

Your lips went to his neck as you tried to struggle taking off his pants.

Yuta closed his eyes for a bit, loving the soft kisses he was receiving from you before opening his eyes again and helping you with removing his pants.

He shoved his length back into his boxers and after some more making out, he gently guided you down on your back. He got on top of you, his face so close to yours that his breath was hitting your lips and his nose was touching yours.

He was caressing the side of your face, looking at you as though you were a constellation he was star gazing at, filled with nothing but wonder at your beauty.

“Tell me your wish and I’ll grant it.” Yuta said to you.

“Make love to me.” you whispered to him.

He grinned at you.

“Your wish is granted.”

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sin-k-z · 5 years ago

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11:07 pm

You were in position, waiting for what was about to come. You’re masters yuta and doyoung circling around you. You were on your knees, blindfolded, waiting patiently. “Our baby boy has been so bad recently hasn’t he” doyoung said as he yanked your hair. He grabbed your neck shortly after, right underneath your collar that had both of their names on it. “You’re right Youngie” yuta said as he kissed you gently.

“I think our baby deserves a punishment”

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tqmies · 2 years ago

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My Roommate Sucks! | Yuta.

Description. Your roommate was weird, but that’s normal. What’s not? The way his room is strictly off limits, the fact that he leaves at three in the morning, and keeps returning covered in blood. (Note: His suspicious hate for garlic)

Pairings. Yuta Nakamoto x Fem!Reader

Genre.Comedy, Romance, Horror Themes (Vampires)

Warnings. Dark content (Villain Yuta), Smut (Not in this part), Mentions of Death, Fear, Suggestive

Word count. 5.9K

Note: Another NCT fic?! Yup! Please enjoy this one in the spirit of Halloween! :D Feedback is appreciated!

YOU AND YUTA NAKAMOTO HAD BEEN RENTING THIS APARTMENT FOR THE PAST YEAR. Though you two weren’t particularly close, you knew a good amount about him. Enough to be absolutely certain he is a vampire.

Though this just prompts Kim Doyoung to just laugh in your face. Clutching his stomach as he leans over. He only stops when he realizes you are in fact, one hundred percent, serious.

“This isn’t funny! Stop laughing.” You stomp, looking away embarrassed.

“As concerned as I am for your safety,” He pauses to laugh. “I don’t think he’s a vampire.”

“Well explain this then!” You speak, shoving a paper diagram in his face. (Yes you made a diagram, you were quite passionate on the subject)

It reads as followed.

Reasons Why I Believe I Live With a BloodSucker:

1. He sneaks out at 3 am most days (He thinks I don’t know, but oh, I know)

2. He comes back with red stains everywhere!! (Feeding time)

3. He hates garlic!!

4. His room is always off limits. (He never even opens the door around me)

Doyoung bursts out laughing once again. “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious!”

“These all have explanations.”

“I’m listening.”

“Okay, Yuta is a nurse. He works in a hospital, that means he’s on call. He could be summoned to work at odd hours, like 3 am.”

You shake your head, not buying it for a second. He was always extremely secretive when he left. And he never took his hospital ID with him.

“That also explains the blood on him when he comes back, you don’t know what he deals with at work. Maybe it comes off his scrubs.” Doyoung continues, you remaining unconvinced. “And lots of people don’t like garlic.”

“Yeah but you know who hates it? Vampires!” You muse.

He rolls his eyes and hands your paper back to you. “His room being off limits is normal. I don’t exactly let Taeyong invade my room as he pleases. Maybe the dudes just private about his stuff.”

“But he’s so weird about it! And he comes into my room all the time to tell me dinners ready and stuff! Like that totally unfair.”

“Double standards.” Doyoung comments, attention now fully on some video playing on his phone. He always did that when you rambled.

“You’re no help.” You pout. “And now I’m just gonna die at the hands of my supernatural roommate! And you’re going to be at my funeral wishing you had listened to me!”

“If he wanted you dead, don’t you think he would’ve killed you already?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, you are super annoying.” He rolls his eyes. “I would’ve definitely drained you of all life by now.”

You roll your eyes at him, not amused. You don’t know why you expected Doyoung to make any sense anyways.

“What? It’s the only explanation.” He stops suddenly. “Unless he just thinks you’ll taste nasty.”

Scoffing, you turn to point a finger at him. “I think I’d taste great, thank you very much.”

“Wanna put that to the test?” Your other friend says as he rounds the corner, returning from the bathroom. Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you.

“In your dreams.” Is your response, before beginning to poke fun at the male. “What took you so long, Jungwoo?”

“I was taking a shit.”

“Gross!” You say, scrunching up your nose. You had suspicions but you’d never expect him to admit it. Though, he was never one to think before he speaks anyways.

“It’s a natural part of the human body!” He defends, looking at you like you’re the crazy one.

“At least you got to miss another conspiracy.” Doyoung says, nodding towards you.

This was quite a natural occurrence from you. You shudder at the thought of being convinced that this one cafe worker was a zombie. In your defense, he was sickly pale looking, and he did have a thing for Jungwoo. Which definitely meant he had no taste. He had to be undead to like Kim Jungwoo that much.

“What is it this time? You saw Bigfoot or something?”

“No-”

“Apparently Yuta’s a vampire.” Doyoung states, cutting you off.

You stare at him, “Doyoung! You can’t just tell everyone! What if he finds out I’m onto him?”

“So you really think he’s a vampire?!”

“I think its a possibility!”

“Really?” Jungwoo quirks a brow. “Well then hes going to be so confused when you’re the one doing the sucking.”

Launching a pillow at him, you gag. The boys always insinuated you and Yuta had more going on. Though everything was literally as it seemed. It was a purely platonic roommate relationship. Barely ever speaking more than just discussing the bills or that rent had gone up. There was nothing there.

Before Jungwoo can open his big mouth again, you can faintly hear the sound of keys unlocking the door. Signaling that this conversation was now over, shushing them to your room. You quickly grab the paper from earlier and crumple it in your pocket.

“Hey,” Yuta says as he walks into the living room. “I was going to ask if you were hungry. Wanted to order some food.”

You nod your head in understanding, though you decline his offer. “Jungwoo and Doyoung are over, we were gonna go eat together.”

“Oh they’re here?” He asks, not having seen any sign of them.

“Yeah, they’re in my room.”

“Oh okay, well if you need to be picked up or anything, you can call me.”

“Thank you,” You say. About to turn when you start to feel guilty. You seemed to always bail on Yuta like this lately. Usually always heading out to meet the boys when he gets home. It wasn’t on purpose, it just had been busy.

And the boys were always a much needed relief from a day of your boss yelling at you over a printer that you couldn’t fix.

You had became close with Doyoung during your school years, you two worked at the library. Being around the same age, you two bonded instantly. Talking about books and such until your hangouts gradually began to happen outside of the library as well. You two had met Jungwoo at a cafe. He was always talking about the latest work gossip and how badly he hated his job. From there, you all just started meeting at the cafe to hangout. Eventually growing into the inseparable friendship you had now.

But Yuta didn’t seem to really have anyone like that. Opting to spend a good chunk of his time alone at the house when you were out. He had friends over a few times, but you’ve never seen one more than once. Except Mark, the only boy who would ever acknowledge you when he came over. But you hadn't seen even him in a while. Yuta must be really busy.

“Would you maybe wanna join us?” You turn around. “I know work was long and such, so if you just want to stay home, no offense taken.”

“I don’t want to intrude.” He smiles, you understand the feeling but nonetheless, the boys wouldn't mind him at all.

“You’re not,” You shake your head. “I promise we’d all love to have you.”

He thinks for a minute, looking down to the floor. And you won’t be surprised if he completely rejects your offer. “Okay, let me go get me coat then.” He agrees, heading towards his room, leaving you in shock. That was new.

Rushing to your room, you tell the boys of Yuta joining you at dinner.

“Yay! Now we can we expand our open relationship.” Jungwoo laughs, wiggling his eyebrows at Doyoung.

“We are not dating, Jungwoo!” Doyoung groans, smacking his palm to his forehead.

Jungwoo always joked about all of you being a throuple, and you’re still not even sure what the origin of the joke was. As far as you knew, none of you had ever been interested in each other. It still didn’t stop him though.

He’s even told a few waiters who pried too far, watching their reactions hilariously. And you had to admit, it was kind of funny at times.

Especially when this creep was hitting on you at a club, and suddenly, you had two boyfriends who were willing to beat his ass.

“None of that nonsense tonight,” Rolling your eyes. “I don’t need Yuta telling his hot friends that I’m stuck in a relationship.”

“His vampire friends?”

“Shut the hell up.”

“Oh so when we bring it up, its weird?”

You shoot them both a death stare, “Mention my theory to Yuta and I’ll cut your balls clean off.”

“Yeah but to do that you’d have to look at my dick! And trust me, once you see it-” Jungwoo starts but is interrupted as you start fake strangling him, straddling him on your bed.

“Stop! He probably likes it!” Doyoung laughs, eyes growing big. And Jungwoo, being the little freak he was, probably did. You put nothing past him.

“Would it kill you to be quiet for once!” You speak to the boy beneath you, “You’re so annoying!”

Jungwoo, rolls his eyes, then starts loudly fake moaning. This only feeds into you and Doyoungs theory of him being the freakiest little male alive.

Then, as if on cue, Yuta enters your room. Looking taken aback at the scene before him, he hurries to head back out, closing the door. “Oh sorry, the door was open so I thought-”

You frantically get off Jungwoo, completely embarrassed that Yuta saw you like this. Doyoung just sits stiffly, hoping to be spared the embarrassment.

“No no, we weren’t doing anything!” You say, opening the door. Waving your hands and laughing awkwardly. Hoping he didn’t see too much.

“Yeah it’s not what it looks like.” Doyoung says, hoping to ease the tension.

Yuta laughs, about to drop the conversation when Jungwoo speaks up. “Yeah I definitely wasn’t humping your roommate while Doyoung watched.”

You wish you could sew a zipper onto his mouth.

“Jungwoo!”

Though Yuta takes it as a joke, chuckling lightly, “We should head out.”

As you all get up you make sure to slap Jungwoo on the arm, making him wince in pain. Pouting and acting like it wasn’t well deserved.

You all decide to take Doyoung’s car, and he insists that Jungwoo sits in the passengers side. Leaving you and Yuta snug in the back of the tiny car. Which is fine, its not like you mind anyways. He just stares out the window the whole time anyways, barely saying anything.

The car ride is actually mostly quiet, which is unusual for your friends. Because both of them feel too embarrassed (Doyoung) and unsure (Jungwoo) to say anything.

You all had settled on eating dumplings before hand, prompting you to the best dumpling spot in town, which was a hole-in-the-wall place. Yuta looks unaffected by your choice though, following behind the three of you.

You silently hope for this incredibly awkward energy to dissipate. You all had taken your seats in silence, your two friends pretending to be engrossed with the menu choices, as if you hadn't been here a million times before.

You and Yuta sit next to each other, Jungwoo across from you and Doyoung next to him. But no one says a word to anyone else at the table.

You realize maybe you should have asked them if it was okay to invite Yuta, you figured it wouldn’t be an issue, but they had barely ever talked to him before. Every time they were over, you would all just stay holed up in your room, and Yuta never went out of his way to talk to them either. This would be their first real time hanging out together.

You shuffle in your seat, thinking of something to say to break the silence.

But Jungwoo beats you to it.

“So Yuta, do you know what you want to order?” He asks, and you’re unsure where he’s going with it. “They have amazing chicken and garlic dumplings.”

“Ah,” Yuta starts. “Sound great but I don’t like garlic.”

You widen your eyes at Jungwoo, pleading with him silently to stop. Was he going to do this right now? Doyoung notices your expression, and promptly pinches the male beside him.

“Ouch!” Jungwoo exclaims, rubbing his arm. “What was that for?”

“What was what for?” Doyoung asks, playing dumb. Yuta looks between the two of them, genuinely confused.

“You idiot, you pinched me!”

“Quit whining!” You speak up. “Hurry up and figure out what you want to drink! We’re not going to wait here for ten minutes like we did last time.”

Jungwoo narrows his eyes at that, “You’re both bullies.”

The waitress comes and takes your orders swiftly, taking the menus and leaving you four to your own devices.

“So,” Yuta begins, and nothing could prepare you for what he said next. “How long have you all been dating?”

Your heart stops for a second, turning to face him in disbelief. “D-dating?”

“For six months,” Jungwoo winks, not missing a beat. “Her and Doyoung were dating first actually-”

“No! We weren’t, he’s lying.” Doyoung interjects sternly, rolling his eyes.

“Okay I lied, actually Doyoung and I were dating first and then-”

It’s you who cuts him off this time. “None of us are dating, Jungwoo just likes to lie to new people. It’s his thing, he likes to see how far he can get with it.”

Yuta looks confused at the prospect. “Wait so you’re not in a poly relationship?”

“No.” You confirm. “Doyoung can’t take a hint and Jungwoo is a slut who can’t commit. I could never date them, it’d never work out.”

Jungwoo’s jaw drops at the statement, “Me?”

And Doyoung’s eyes widen as well, “That’s not true!”

Yuta finds it all amusing as he hides his laughter in his drink. “Sorry, I overheard Jungwoo one day and just assumed it was true.”

You cringe at the thought, “Jungwoo just likes to say shit.”

“You’re right.” Jungwoo explains, looking over at the other male beside him. “Plus, Doyoung has a stick up his ass anyways, he couldn’t handle us.”

“Yeah okay, fuck you too.”

You all laugh at his comment and you’re all reeled into other conversations. The tension that had remained before being eased, no longer feeling an air of uncomfortably here. You just feel into a rhythm with each other, and you regret that this was the first time you’ve all hung out with Yuta, and you hope it happens again.

The dumplings arrive and you all get to work, you hadn’t even realized how hungry you were, so you attention is drawn solely to your food. Failing to see how Yuta barely eats anything, consistently scooping and putting down his spoon to create the illusion of it.

But then again, you fail to notice.

So do Jungwoo and Doyoung, who are pretty drunk already. Doyoung ranting on about this hot girl at the office who he swears like to tease him. Jungwoo replying to say that Doyoung just has no game, prompting another bickering session between them. You laugh on, pouring you all more alcohol from the bottle sitting on your table. The boys pausing their argument to ask for more.

You all don’t even register how much you’re drinking, the liquid so smooth it goes down almost like water. And the effects barely catching up to you.

You offer Yuta some and he declines, saying someone needed to drive you all home. You nod and thank him, how generous and kind of him, so sweet.

It get’s late pretty quickly, and Doyoung suggests you all head back to your place, you just agree, ready to climb into your warm bed with lots of water.

It’s not uncommon for the guys to stay the night, they’ve grown accustom to sleeping on your floor and on the tiny chair in your room, it just worked.

So Yuta drives you all home, stone cold sober and completely aware he was driving around three trashed people in a car that wasn’t even his at midnight. He prayed he didn’t get pulled over.

You’re all able to make it up to your apartment room, Doyoung and Jungwoo hanging off of each other for stability, you being sober enough to stand upright.

They make a beeline for your room as you enter, you stopping in the kitchen to grab some hangover medicine and bottles of water.

Yuta stands in the kitchen with you, he found it sweet how much you cared for your friends. It was endearing how you always thought of them too.

“Thanks for tonight Yuta, we had fun.”

“I can tell.” He laughs, raising his eyebrows at you.

You just sleepily nod and head to your room, closing the door behind you.

You’re awoken by a throbbing headache, and Jungwoo’s leg strewn over you. How did he even get on the bed? You were sure he was on the floor. But those thoughts are derailed as you feel Doyoung laying sideways at the end of your bed. His light snores indicating he’s still fast asleep. You sigh.

The last thing you want to do is get up, but as you reach for your phone and see the time, you realize you’ve wasted most of your day. So you contemplate continuing to stay in bed or getting up and trying to make the most of the rest of your Saturday. The latter wins, as you achingly remove the sheets off your body.

Jungwoo stirs from beside you and groans, which wakes Doyoung as he nearly falls off the bed. Jungwoo steadily fights to open his eyes, clearly hungover.

Standing to stretch, you look at the two boys. “You guys look like shit.”

Doyoung laughs, “Right back at you.”

“Should’ve taken the Advil like I said.” You laugh and go to start the shower in your room, glad that you don’t have to step out into the apartment in this state.

That’s when the boys fumble behind you. Doyoung begrudgingly asks for his keys while Jungwoo hangs off his shoulder, and you shrug. You had no idea what Yuta did with them when you guys got back.

“Go knock on his door.” Jungwoo insists, “I want to get home, I need a shower.”

You roll your eyes as you head out of your room, slowly approaching Yuta’s You knock on the door. Once. Twice. No response. “Yuta! Are you home?”

And you’re met with silence, he must’ve gone to work, his schedule was pretty unpredictable. But its odd, hes usually here in the morning. Well, maybe he had to trade shifts and he’ll back tonight.

Though this leaves you with a problem, you have no idea where your friends keys are. And if Yuta’s at work, he won’t be anywhere near his phone.

Heading back into your room, you stand at the door. “He’s not here.”

“Call him?”

“I can.” You answer. Though, as expected, you go straight to voicemail.

Doyoung groans, “I’ll look around for the keys, maybe he left them on the counter or something.”

You wave him off. That’s when you think, Yuta probably just left them in his room. Maybe on his desk? But you can’t go into his room. No, he’d hate that.

Is this an invasion of privacy? You think as you stand outside of his door. Truth be told, you were very curious, and Doyoung’s keys sounded like a good excuse to trespass into his room. But Yuta’s always been awkward about his room, and you respected his wishes. Figuring maybe he had something embarrassing in there, you look down.

You twist the doorknob, and you’re met with a dark room. You can hardly see anything, as the blinds are shut and the lights off. You move to turn the lights on, annoyed with the sight before you.

It was a completely normal room.

Similar layout to yours, a desk and a chair with a plush full bed in the corner. Nothing was off about the scene before you, and you find that weird.

But then it hits you.

The smell.

It smelled horrible, almost like a dead animal. And sure, you knew men were filthy, but it smelled like something was straight up rotting in there.

You gag at the stench, clasping your nose to revert the smell away. Moving to enter his room, you notice Doyoung’s keys on the desk. He had likely just thrown them there when he entered and forget they weren’t his.

You quickly grab them, shut off the lights, and click the door behind you.

As you stand in the hallway, you notice something weird.

The room was clean, the bed was made, and everything was neat. It was as if no one lived in there, like no one had slept in that bed in years.

Also, if it was so clean, why did it stink so bad?

You had to write this down on your diagram, where was it anyways?

You’re derailed from finding it as Doyoung finds you, grabbing the keys from your hands. “Wanna meet up later? After my nap?”

And you consider it, but you’ve had enough of the boys for a bit, so you shake your head. “I’m tired, probably gonna just chill here.”

Doyoung nods in understanding, before putting on a teasing smile. “Sure you wanna stay in all day with the vampire?”

You narrow your eyes, “He’ll probably sleep all day, work’s tiring.”

“Fair enough.”

And with protest of Jungwoo, Doyoung exits the house with the younger in tow. Complaining about how you can’t hang and that he hopes Yuta sucks your blood. You sigh, they would never believe you.

And you doubt yourself too, somewhat. But the puzzle pieces are all fitting together suspiciously well. Anyways, you’re just glad you’re alone and that you get to shower peacefully now.

And it was definitely what you needed, seeing as you’re sure Jungwoo drooled in your hair, but that was a matter for another time.

Realizing you had yet to eat, you head straight to the kitchen, ready to make yourself something good. (Knowing you’d just probably settle for one of the ramen packets in the pantry.)

Though when you arrive, you’re startled to see Yuta, drinking a glass of water.

“Hey,” You speak up. “I didn’t hear you come in. Or leave this morning..”

“Yeah, they called me last night actually. I was going to tell you, but you were knocked out, and I didn’t want to wake your friends.” He explains.

So it was exactly like you had thought, but this meant he would be home for the rest of the day. Just lazing around the house, with you. Alone.

“I invited some friends over,” He speaks. Oh? That was kind of unusual. “I hope its not a big deal.”

“What? No, wouldn’t it be hypocritical of me to be mad when Doyoung and Jungwoo practically live here?” You laugh.

“Speaking of them,” He interjects, “Did they get home okay?”

The color drains from your face as you remember earlier. He was onto you. He knew, he definitely knew you went into his room. And he would not be happy.

“Uh yeah, Doyoung’s keys were on the counter so he just took them and left.” You lie, hoping he didn’t suspect you.

And he didn’t seem any the wiser, simply nodding at your statement. He likely didn’t even remember where he left them anyways, as he went straight to work. You hope he was too distracted to recall that where he’d left them.

“Cool,” He places his cup in the sink. “I’m going to nap, but wake me when they get here?”

You agree and he heads to his room, not sparing you a second glance. You release a breath, glad you didn’t give away that you broke his most important room mate rule. Anyways, now was definitely the time for ramen.

You hadn't even realized how much time had passed since you started watching this show. You spent three hours watching Netflix after devouring your bowl and nursing your favorite juice. You were only awaken from your trance when there was a knock on your apartment door, likely Yuta’s friends.

After jumping off the couch and scrambling to your feet, you go to open the door. Surprised (but not really) to see two unfamiliar faces looking back at you.

One is slender and has soft black eyeliner around his eyes, cute. The taller of the two is more innocent looking, though his smile and good looks tells you he’s likely troublesome.

You open your mouth to speak but the cute one beats you to it.

“Is Yuta here?”

“He’s asleep.”

“Well, wake him.” The taller remarks, and you want to hold you breath and hope you die.

You weren’t too good with men in general, but teasingly rude ones? Yeah these definitely weren’t your type of guys.

You just stutter, feet planted to the floor. “Y-yeah I’ll go-”

The smaller one speaks up, “Don’t mind Jaehyun, he’s moody, hasn't eaten.”

You just nod, smiling awkwardly. The nice thing to do would be to offer to cook, but these were Yuta’s friends and not yours. He’d just have to do it.

“I’m Taeyong, a friend of Yuta’s.” He extends his hand for you to shake, and you do gladly. “The asshole’s name is Jaehyun.” And the other groans.

“I’m not an asshole.”

The two begin bickering but Jaehyun’s soon cut off by Taeyong, “Anyways, Yuta didn’t tell us he had such a pretty girlfriend.”

You want to sink into the ground beneath you, shaking your hands, you deny. “Oh no, we just live together.”

“Just live together? You’re not friends?” Jaehyun interrogates.

“Uh..” You trail, not knowing how to respond. Were you guys considered friends? You just decide to change the subject. “Why don’t you guys come in? I’ll go wake Yuta.”

You close the door behind them and show them to the living room, then heading to the hallway where your rooms are located. Stopping in front of Yuta’s door, you knock. No response. So you knock again, to no avail.

“Your friends are here, Yuta!” You yell, and you hear movement in his room.

After a shuffle, you see him pull his door open, just enough for him to slip through and close it behind him. So suspicious, like he was hiding something in there, even though you had known better.

You shrug it off, “I’ll be in my room.”

“Okay.” He says, used to you keeping to yourself, nothing out of the ordinary.

Turning to head to your room, you’re held back by another voice. “Going to hide?” It’s Jaehyun, appearing in the hallway as he leans against the wall. “Don’t wanna hang around us?

You don’t know what to say, caught off guard by his question.

Good thing Yuta answers for you. “Leave her alone.”

“My bad, didn’t realize she was an exception.”

What was that supposed to mean?

Yuta just looks at you, “Sorry about him.”

You wave him off, “Its okay! You know what? I think I’m going over to Doyoung’s! He asked me to swing by.” Uttering the most convincing excuse you could come up with, but Yuta nods.

“Alright, be safe.”

You just thank him and run to get a sweater and a pair of shoes from your room. Ready to be free of the suffocating atmosphere of this apartment.

You pass Jaehyun on the way out, still in the hallway and he shoots you a look, one that you can’t decipher. But you weren’t going to stick around and find out what it meant anyways.

Taeyong bids you goodbye as you head out, telling you he’d like to visit again.

You wonder if he’ll actually make good on that promise.

Once you’ve made it to your car, you pull your phone and begin rapidly typing for Doyoung’s number.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Doyoung! I’m coming over!”

“Now?

“Yes! Now!”

“But I thought-”

“Yeah that was before Yuta’s friends came over.”

And the other side of the line is silent, Doyoung understanding what you meant. “I’ll order food, but you’re paying when it gets here.”

“Understood.” And you hear the fade out of the call.

Of course this had to happen on what was supposed to be a relaxing Saturday in. You just sigh and start your car, eager to be away from the three men currently in your apartment.

To your surprise, Jungwoo’s already over when you arrive. He said Doyoung called saying something was wrong and you roll your eyes.

“Doyoung’s being dramatic, I just didn’t wanna stay in there with Yuta and some strangers.”

Jungwoo nods in understanding. “Were they hot?”

You whip your head around to face him, “Are you serious?”

He places his hands up in defeat. “Okay okay, sorry.”

You just laugh as you enter Doyoung’s kitchen, digging through the cabinet for a snack. Jungwoo reaching over you to grab a cup form the cupboard.

“You two are just leeches.” Doyoung says, coming to check what the commotion was.

“Yup, that’s me.” You agree, and he chuckles in response.

“Are you staying the night?” He nudges.

“No, I better go home.” And he nods. “

“As long as you take Jungwoo with you.”

“Hell no.”

“Hey! What’s wrong with me?!”

“Do you really want us to answer that?”

And as the kitchen erupts in laughter, you wish you could save this moment forever. They really were you best friends, always dependable and always here for you. You’d be lost without them.

These thoughts re-enter your mind as the subpar movie you were all currently watching rolls the end credits. You’re running your hands through Doyoung’s hair as he lays on your lap, Jungwoo fast asleep as he leans on his side.

All these two did was sleep, you think. Moving to check the time, you realize it’s gotten kind of late. You decide to head home, the comfort of your bed being more tempting that your friends couch.

Helping him up, he groans at being moved. But still see’s you out to his door. “I’m going to dump water on Jungwoo’s head and make him go home.”

“Sure.” You giggle sarcastically.

“Have a safe trip home.”

“Thank you.”

Unlocking the door to your house, you’re met with silence as you open it.

“Yuta?” You call out, but are given no response. He must’ve went out with the other two. You shrug your shoulders.

Walking through the hall, you step into the living room to see Yuta.

He’s just standing there, like he was anticipating your arrival.

“Oh hey,” You speak, somewhat off. “Did the guys go home?”

“I know,” He interrupts, your blood running cold. He’s dead serious too, which wipes the previous smile off your face.

“What?”

“I know what you think I am.”

You’re ready to deny it, to try and smooth things over. To say that he’s got it all wrong, whatever he’s thinking. You struggle to find the words though.

Until he pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. “Found this under the couch.”

You recognized it instantly, your diagram.

You wave your hands, “Oh no no, that was a joke! I don’t actually think that.”

Why did you have to do that? You went and ruined a perfectly good living situation with a guy who was respectful and clean. Now he was probably going to throw you out, creeped out by your observations and theories of him.

He probably hated you now, for thinking something so vile of him. He probably thought you were stupid too, who would think that?

You’re about to spill out a string of apologies when he motions for you to be quiet.

“Well,” He says, taking a seat on the couch. “You figured it out.”

And you feel your jaw go slack.

What did he mean?

He just laughs at your speechless form, “You’re smarter than I thought, the others never caught on.”

And you’re completely confused. “O-others?”

“Did you ever wonder why I was looking for a room mate?” And he continues when you don’t respond. “Cause I killed the previous one.”

You want to throw up.

“And the one before that, and the one before that.” He continues, as if its all just one big joke. And you hope it is. Maybe he was just messing with you? Because there was no way. No way, right?

Yuta? The Yuta right in front of you, was a vampire? A real, living vampire?

“What a shame though, I was going to keep you. Until I found out you were snooping in my room. Just as I thought we were becoming friends too.” He laughs out, but not his normal one, no this one is laced with some kind of evil.

How had he found out? He had remembered where he left the keys then.

“I’ve had to stop all my friends from feeding on you,” He speaks, you backing up into the corner. “Jaehyun and Taeyong are the oldest of us, and they came demanding to know why you weren’t dead yet. That’s why they called you the exception.”

So he was looking out for you? What was he going to do to you now?

Were you going to die? Fear washes over your body at that, trying to figure out if you could make it out the front door before Yuta could catch you. You deduced that you probably couldn’t, but you should try anyways.

“Nothing to say?” Yuta asks.

And your attention is drawn back to him, “I..”

“Tell me,” He inquires. “How hard do you think it was to hold back from killing your friends? Knowing they were touching what I claimed. Made me look like an idiot when everyone else could smell them on you. Vampires have a keen sense of smell too, you know?”

Your back hits the wall as he stands up. Why was he telling you this? If he was going to kill you, why was he wasting so much time?

But after registering his words, you knew you couldn’t let him touch your friends. They didn’t deserve any of that.

“Please don’t do anything to them,” You beg. “Please.”

He scoffs, “Here you are, about to die at the hands of a supernatural being, and all you’re worried about is Doyoung and Jungwoo.”

You look around nervously, “I’m going to die?” You confirm.

“Not really.”

“What?” You let out meekly, as he approaches you closer.

“I’m going to turn you.”

“No!” You shout. You couldn’t, there’s no way you could live life that way. Much less an eternal life, you’d rather die, here and now.

You’re barely able to protest before he sinks his teeth into your neck, your breath stilling. You hoped maybe he would miscalculate, that maybe he would just accidentally kill you instead.

All you can do is stand there and wince in pain as he draws blood from you. At this point, you’re hoping to be dead.

You don’t want to know what turning into a vampire entails.

But it looks like you were going to find out.

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babygirl | n.yt + j.jh

“i'd never thought that i'd be associated with one of the richest men in the world and one of the smartest men in south korea.”

SYNOPSIS; moving into a new campus, you expect new people, new surroundings, new things to learn about, and new things to experience. but never in a million years would you see yourself in a predicament wherein you're in a fling with professor, Nakamoto Yuta, and a very wealthy man named, Jung Jaehyun.

PAIRINGS; prof!yuta & ceo!jaehyun x fem!reader

GENRE; smut , college au

INCLUDES; age gap (10 & 12 years) , two-timing , time leaps , fem & male receiving , degradation , public sex , fingering , unprotected sex , creampie , squirting , choking , angry sex , spanking , bulge kink , tiny overstimulation , orgasm denial , dom!yuta , dom!jaehyun , sub!reader

WORD COUNT; 13,088 words (so sorry about that)

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AUTHOR'S NOTE; another fic that involves jae bc i can never get over him ;—; wrote this as i was making “holy fuck”. idk having sex w ur prof is kinda hot—will never do it but, rlly hot :// n e ways, lmk what you think!!!~ & enjoy ♡

WHO KNEW THAT ONE OF THE WEALTHIEST MAN IN THE WORLD, JUNG JAEHYUN, WAS LURKING AROUND A UNIVERSITY WHEREIN ONE OF THE TOP PROFESSOR OF SOUTH KOREA, NAKAMOTO YUTA, WAS TEACHING AT.

But who can blame him? In this campus, it's like he has some sort of cloak that hides his true identity from the people around him. He can grab a cup of coffee, sit around all day, and walk the very streets of this campus without a single person acknowledging him. Just like what they're doing right now.

Jaehyun and Yuta walk together side by side, an espresso in his hand while a briefcase in Yuta's. Jaehyun may not be known as a wealthy guy, but he is known as an incredibly handsome guy who hangs around a lot with Yuta. People will even doubt you if you said he's 30.

Speaking about “you”, you only found out this piece of information through your best friend, Haerin, whom you met from high school. She's been studying here since her freshman years and knows all the ins and outs of this campus.

After being granted a scholarship, you move here with the intention of having a better curriculum to learn and earning an allowance the school has promised. Nervous is an understatement to describe what you felt before entering the campus; but knowing at least one person in the crowd gave you a slim amount of familiarity.

It was the first day of the second semester when Haerin toured you around the campus; and frankly it was also the day you encountered the hottest males in the campus. They weren't students—but professors. Well at least one of them was.

The four of you cross paths coincidentally and Haerin was trying her best to hold her squeal. The gentlemen were conversing when they went by. You didn't really understand what they were talking about nor had the business to care. But what you did care about was their appearances.

They earned that title for a reason. Unfortunately you didn't get a good look at the two of them. You had a quick glimpse of one of them and the other one you had no picture of. You went on with your day, clinging onto your best friend's arm as she gushes over the men.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun and Yuta chat the morning away. “A new semester ain't it, Yuta?” Jaehyun smiles to himself before sipping on his coffee.

Yuta tosses a brow at the younger. “You mean a new shopping spree for you?” Yuta corrects. “Doyoung told me you had three students move to a new school last semester, what the fuck man? Is your dick limp?”

Jaehyun nudges an elbow at the professor at the mention of his dick. “No, it's just—” Jaehyun lets out a groan as he finds it difficult to formulate his thoughts. “Let's just say they did bad, okay? They were this close—” Jaehyun pinches his index finger and thumb together with the smallest gap between them. “—To ruin my reputation.”

“Of course they did,” Yuta drawls lazily, stultified with his friend's reasoning.

“Where's Doyoung by the way? I need to tell him to find me a new sugar baby.” Jaehyun looked around for the missing man but was nowhere in the vicinity.

“He probably got his face stuffed with work again or multiple complaints from parents who demand a higher grade for their children.” Yuta says plainly, eyes focused in front of them.

“Well, if you see him relay the message, got it?” Jaehyun points at the male and stares at him expectantly.

“Okay, okay...” Yuta says dismissively, the fact that he couldn't care less was evident in his tone but Jaehyun still thanks him.

As if it was his remedy to his boredom, his phone rang. “Also known as an excuse to ditch this sorry ass excuse of a man,” Yuta thought to himself.

His hope for a remedy plummets to the ground the moment he laid eyes on the caller ID. “Principal Cha,” Jaehyun reads aloud. Jaehyun inhales a sharp air through his gritted teeth, annoying his friend even more. “Aw, bummer. Well, I better get going then. I don't want to get in between you and your work.” Jaehyun smiles sarcastically after the heavy emphasis on the word “work” before frolicking away from his friend to go to his work.

Yuta could only tch at the man for insults were too late to be summoned. Yuta finally answers the call and greets the caller keenly. “Good morning principal Cha, what's up?”

“Come to my office, now.”

And just like that, Yuta hurried to the principal's office expecting an urgent matter to be discussed with him. Principal Cha is an inexperienced individual in the field of teaching and pricipal-ing. He was under qualified for the job but the higher-ups deemed it reasonable for him to have it. Since Yuta was more knowledgeable than him in every aspect, he became his advisor when it came to these kinds of stuff. The “stuff” being, whether he should fire the said professor or not, if he should change this curriculum or not—basically very important decisions to be made. But alas, it wasn't the case.

“Mr. Nakamoto, I know you're not really lecturing students at the moment but please, we need you. Mr. Park got into an accident and he was supposed to teach Chemistry this semester to sophomores. We're really short on professors as they already have a lot on their plate; and I thought it would be best if you could cover him for this semester.” Principal Cha smiles hesitantly. Worry fuels his system as he sees the confusion in Yuta's face. “D-Don't worry! When he comes back he'll get his paycheck docked and you could go back to—whatever head professors do.”

Yuta swore if Principal Cha wasn't his superior, he would've made his life a living hell. But he wasn't, so Yuta smiled tightly and agreed to his condition. Principal Cha lets out a sigh of relief that he's been holding onto and starts thanking him.

“Thank you Mr. Nakamoto—thank you so much! I swear you wouldn't regret this!”

It's only been ten minutes and Yuta was already regretting the recent decisions he has made. He took making lesson plans for professors for granted and now he longs for it.

The hallway was bustling with countless boisterous students that never seem to take a break. Peace was never an option during free time and the students would abuse this time to do whatever they please.

It was an entropy and Yuta wanted an end to this. Before he could take action, the bell rings and the hallway slowly drifts into silence as students enter their designated rooms. It was peaceful and breathable again. Yuta didn't have to squeeze through smelly students to get to the lecture hall, instead he took his time and made his way over there.

The moment he opened the door, the students stood up like trained dogs and fell into silence. As much as Yuta misses checking in on other profs, Yuta forgot the power he had over these students.

Yuta flashes a smile and urges the students to take their seats. He settled his briefcase on the desk before he stood in front of said desk. With the support of his hands, Yuta leans on the desk while his hands grab onto it to keep himself from falling. He scans the room with a small smile on his face, as he plans on his next move.

As he stood there, you were in your seat mouth agape at the familiar face in front of you. Even though it was a quick glance, you could notice him from miles away. Now that you're here seeing his entire appearance, you can now put together your own opinion.

He's hot as fuck.

Clapping his hands together, Yuta was able to pull you out of your thoughts and put all of your attention on him. “Hello you rambunctious bunch, I'm Nakamoto Yuta and I'll be your chemistry professor for this block and semester.” Everyone greets him and Yuta simply smiles. “I studied in Oxford and I have a master's degree and a doctorate. If you have questions, ask me—I'd love to get to know each and every one of you but there are over forty people in this room. If you introduce yourselves one by one, we'd need more than an hour to do so. And we only have two hours, so let's make the most of it and dedicate all of it to learning.” The room was mixed with agreements and groans of displeasure that made the smile on his face grow. “Okay, if I call you, just state your name and answer my question, got it?”

After everybody agrees to his terms, Yuta fires up the first lesson. You weren't great at chemistry—in fact it was your least favorite from the lack of enthusiasm whenever your professor from your old university teaches. But Yuta was different. He thought the lesson so fervently that anyone would stay on their toes. Well for you at least.

The snores at the back was indication that indeed only you see it as that but you admire his teaching nonetheless. Somehow he made the lesson easier to digest and understand—it's probably from his overflowing passion or he's just born to be a professor.

Yuta would throw questions from time to time and you would raise your hand to none of them. Yuta was asking questions about a topic you hazily remember your previous professor talked about. But since you weren't exactly paying attention to him, answering these questions were difficult. This time when Yuta hurls a question, nobody raises a hand and coincidentally, you know the answer.

You meekly raise your hand, still adjusting to the new surroundings and people around you. Yuta immediately acknowledges you and nods in your direction. “Yes, you. Please state your name then your answer.”

Right after you stood up, you felt your feet sinking into the ground. Multiple gazes were piercing through you including Yuta's. For some reason, him staring at you made you more bothered. You could sense some sort of intimidating presence coming out of him and his stares and it was difficult for you to construct a sentence. If only you knew.

Every second it took you to think up the right words, was more time for Yuta to admire you. He wasn't piercing through you, he was staring at you with love drunk eyes. Every second you stood was an opportunity to mesmerize you longer. Innocent looking eyes, a small face, and full lips, it's like you're yelling at him to like you.

Once you state your name and answer, Yuta's little observation session has commenced. “Okay, thank you Ms. Y/N for your answer. Now back to the topic.”

Yuta bores away the class with his lesson while you were on your toes and attentively listened to him. The next questions he laid out, you find yourself raising your hands more. Not because you wanted his attention, but because you actually knew the answers to it. Yuta didn't mind calling you three times in a row. It may look suspicious but the other students didn't really give a shit.

What finally felt like an eternity, the lesson has come to an end and the ring of the bell fuels up the drowsy students. As Yuta collects his things, he could see from his peripheral view that you were still there. Yuta looks up to fact check it, and it is true. You were still there, searching for something.

This piques Yuta's interest and he couldn't stop himself from walking over to you. “Is everything alright, Ms. Y/N?”

Your soul jumps out of your skin at the sudden mention of your name. You looked over your shoulder and saw your professor looking over your shoulder to get a glimpse on what you're on about. You flash a smile at him and shake your head dismissively. “Oh, it's nothing. I dropped my pen earlier and I'm just looking for it.”

Yuta could only nod at your statement before he stuffs his hands into his pockets. As you turn your head from side to side, Yuta observes you once again and notices the subtle difference on your uniform. “Oh, you're a scholar?” Yuta points out the logo of the school that had a different colored banner that was different from the other students.

“Oh,” you yourself just noticed this difference and you couldn't help but smile sheepishly. “Y-Yeah, I am.”

Yuta nods once again, poking the inside of his left cheek before remarking, “I actually handle the scholars in this university. I track them, making sure their grades are on point and I also make the decision on who deserves the scholarship or not—on behalf of the school of course.”

You flash a smile at him and give him a quick bow. “Thank you so much for granting me this scholarship. I honestly don't know where I'd be if it wasn't for it.”

Yuta smiles back and tries to cut off the amount of credit that's been put upon him. “No, no. You did well on the test, so you did it. Just make the school proud m'kay? You're a role model student.”

You began the search again after Yuta had no further topics to bring. “Ah, there it is!” You said out of the blue at the sight of your missing possession. You bent down, back facing Yuta and lowered yourself on all fours.

Yuta would be lying if he said he didn't look at your ass—in fact, he stared at it. His tongue swiftly brushes past his bottom lip as he looks at the great view of your ass. Your skirt ended a few inches from covering your actual ass. If you could go low and further, Yuta might've got a glimpse of it.

But when you retrieve your pen and get back up, Yuta quickly averts his eyes from your bottom and fixed his gaze on the ceiling. Once you were standing back in your feet and faced him, Yuta looked back at you with a small smile.

“Go on, skedaddle. You don't want to be late for your next class.” Yuta urges, even helping you clear out your desk.

“Thank you Mr. Nakamoto, I'll see you next time.” You shyly yet hurriedly walk away from the lecture hall. Cheeks tinged with pink after you realize that you were left alone with one of the hottest men in the campus.

Yuta watches you run off and he couldn't help but smile to himself.

“God, I might fuck her.”

Yuta felt a big wave of relief struck him once the first day of his lecture was over. If only he knew he would lecture three more block sections after yours, he would've never agreed to this.

Yuta slouches in his chair at the teacher's lounge. After a long day of teaching, he still had to do “head professor things”. After skimming through a few pages of the file given to him, he heard his name being called by a familiar voice.

“Yuta!” Yuta looks up from the file and sees Doyoung with more files in his hands.

Yuta couldn't help but groan at the sight of it. He was exhausted and he was adamant that his body couldn't take more. “What's that?” Yuta asks indignantly.

“Well buster, you—and I—are lucky enough to get what they call; ‘professor's assistant’.” Doyoung lazily tosses the files on Yuta's desk before he continues. “They're students who willingly applied for this position a while ago. Principal Cha said you should be the one who can pick first.”

“Professor's Assistant” wasn't a new thing for Yuta. When he was actively teaching, they would insist on him having an assistant but he would always put down the offer. Telling them that he could manage and to give it to someone else. But this time was different, Yuta seems to be more tired than ever and when he saw one of the applicants, he just had to get an assistant

Without even looking at the other ones, Yuta picks up the one file on top of the others. The sight of your one by one photo at the corner of the resume tugs on the edge of his lips and he finds himself giving it to Doyoung.

Doyoung raises a brow at Yuta skeptically. “You sure you don't want to look through the others?”

Yuta plays it cool and slumps down in his seat. “Eh, let's just get it over with. I have more stuff to do.” Yuta said disparagingly, masking the excitement and content within his tone.

Doyoung overlooks his actions and leaves him be. Yuta on the other hand couldn't contain his smile.

“Yeah, I'm gonna fuck her.”

“Did you really apply for that stupid assistant thingy?” The tone of Haerin's voice was enough to convince that she's dissatisfied with your choice; so you avoid eye contact with her as she throw daggers with her gaze.

You smiled sheepishly and answered meekly, “Y-Yeah.”

Haerin scoffs, hand immediately latching to her forehead as she controls her anger. “You're already getting an allowance from the school—why would you work for them now?!” Her voice turned up an octave and almost attracted the attention of people around you. “I heard the profs are working the students till eight o'clock. Some even say they pass all the work to their assistant. Why would you waste your time and surrender yourself to more work?”

“Well, just like you said; the school's giving me an allowance so I try and help back.” You smile at your friend, finally looking at her. “And besides, a few extra bucks won't hurt.”

Haerin tch. “Yeah, well that few extra bucks will hurt. Let's just hope that your professor would be nice.”

Speak of the devil. “Ms. Y/N, hey!” You snapped your head forward and saw a familiar figure waving at the distance before jogging towards you with a big smile.

Haerin's eyes bulged out of her sockets at the sight of the man—in fact Haerin wasn't the only one gawking at the man coming towards you. You and the other students around you had their eyes glued to the man as if he was an alien that landed here.

“M-Mister Nakamoto,” you stutter at the man stopping in front of you. “What seems to be the problem?” You asked worriedly, adjusting the strap of your bag that was hiked over your shoulder.

“Well, there's only ten minutes left before my first lecture and it seems my assistant isn't here yet, so I thought I'd come to her instead.” The smile on his face was misleading. His eyes seem to be furious and you deem his tone as passive aggressive.

You finally understand what he's trying to say and falter. “O-Oh—I uh... Heh,” you flash a smile awkwardly. “I-I didn't know you were my—the professor I was assisting.”

“Well I am, let's go princess.” Yuta grabs your wrist before he starts dragging you around. You couldn't say your formal goodbye to your best friend, so you simply said “you'll see her later”.

After much dragging around, you find yourself in the teacher's lounge. Before you could even take in your current surroundings, Yuta shoves a pile of paper in your way. “Carry these will you?” You comply and carry the pile that accumulates more and more. “I would carry them myself but what would your purpose be?” Yuta flashes a smile at you after stacking the last pile of paper.

“Come on, let's take these to the lecture hall.” Yuta snaps his fingers a couple of times before he leads the way. The stack was too heavy for you so falling behind was inevitable. Yuta notices you losing your pace but glosses over it as he mumbles to himself. “Short stamina, that's not good—but seems fun.”

Yuta was kind enough to open the door for you when you reached the lecture hall. If he didn't, you swore you'd give him a good beating. After entering the room, you place the papers on the desk as Yuta closes the door behind him. You made a beeline to your previous seat and then realized the gazes that were fixed towards you. It seems like their stares were filled with malice, but you stay optimistic and think of the latter.

As Yuta began lecturing, you can't help but drift back to the stares earlier. You became very conscious and anxious because of it. You were afraid that people would dislike you—and it's only the second day of the second semester.

Yuta's dialogue fades as you begin to be engulfed by your thoughts. You came back to your senses when you saw Yuta starting to hand out the stack of papers you carried. Yuta handed you a stack and gave you a quick wink. You thought you were delusional, head still dazed in your thoughts but it wasn't. It was real—and Yuta did wink at you.

Cheeks flushed, you covered your face with the paper and looked at it hard enough for you to understand its contents. Your mouth falls open when you realize it was a quiz.

“I'll give you,” Yuta fades, glancing at his watch before he continues. “Forty-five minutes to answer it. If you listened to our lecture earlier, that'll be a piece of cake. Ready? You may attempt it, now!”

Fuck. You weren't listening. Your hands crawled up to your hair to give it a strong pull. You were frustrated and annoyed at yourself for not listening to a single word he said.

You placed the sheet on the desk and stared at it like the answers were going to reveal themselves. Ten minutes passed by and you were nowhere near done. The constant shade and erase of the circle became your cycle for the past ten minutes.

Yuta was roaming around the lecture hall to catch the rebellious cheaters but instead you caught his attention. The bewildered expression on your face was bothering him. That look on your face didn't suit you but he can't do anything at the moment to fix it.

Forty-five minutes felt so short, when Yuta announced that there was only three minutes left, you shaded a bunch of random answers that your eyes laid upon and deemed correct.

Yuta collected the papers and you couldn't even look him in the eye. You were disappointed. A scholar—a model student as Yuta would claim. Failed.

The bell rang and you sadly dragged your heavy feet out the hall. As you reached the doorframe, you heard your name being called. “Ms. Y/N...” You turn around to meet the caller, concealing your disappointment with a small smile. “Is it alright if you swing by here later after your last period? I'll need a hand again carrying these quizzes.”

Without dragging the conversation you kept your answer straightforward and curt. “Sure, I'll see you later Mr. Nakamoto.”

The day ended in a blink of an eye. You trudge down the empty hallways to the lecture room. Every square inch of the hall was wiped clean. No students were to be seen except those professor's assistants like yourself who stride to their own designated routes.

The exhaustion you're feeling today mustered up the idea to start regretting applying for this position. Your mind was fogged with regrets and a dazzle of tiredness.

You lazily open the door with a tired look bearing your face. Just like magic, your face lights up at the sight of your professor grouping the stacks of paper. But it wasn't his actions that got you intrigued, it was his clothing.

You vividly remember him wearing a different set of clothes. Now, he wore a blue satin long sleeves. Point collar adjusted very nicely and the long sleeves were a bit loose. All of that tucked under his black pants. His black hair acted as a cherry on top in his attire. He looks more attractive than usual. Something about him looking like this as he stacked papers made him unbearably desirable.

You swallowed hard, hoping that your lustful thoughts would come with. You gently closed the door behind you and greeted him. “Good afternoon Mr. Nakamoto.” You said in a small voice and Yuta looked over to you with his signature smile.

“Hey—hi, would you mind if you continue this? I haven't checked the other papers here.” Yuta gives light to the stack of papers he's pointing at and you shake your head dismissively.

“Not at all.” As Yuta backs away, you walk over to his desk finishing the work he has started.

“They're separated in different blocks. The block sections are stated on the paper.” You give a quick nod and continue sorting.

Silence falls in the room, while Yuta doesn't seem to mind, you are quietly suffocating by the thick air of awkwardness that roams the room. Clearing your throat, you took the initiative to make small talk. “Mr. Nakamoto, why did you suddenly change your clothes?”

Yuta looks up from the papers, attention now on you. “Oh, I didn't think you'd notice.” Yuta looks down on his attire and chuckles. “Some student ran into me earlier when I had a cup of coffee in hand. I told myself I'd never walk these very halls with a drink but I had no one to ask.” You mutter a quick apology but Yuta refuses to accept it. Insisting that you had no fault. “Why'd you ask? Do you think I'm hotter with my previous outfit?”

Surprised, you felt the heat invade your cheeks like wildfire. The sudden remark caught you off guard and Yuta was very pleased with your reaction. Yuta laughs, “I'm just playing. Let loose, you don't have to be serious around me.”

You tried your best to keep your composure and forced a small smile. You continue to do your assigned task while Yuta continues with his. Silence envelops the room once again but you didn't bother to make conversation. Your mind was still fuzzy with your current exchange with Yuta and you were sure that you'll be thinking about this all night.

The room was filled with white noises like papers rustling and being stacked and the sound of Yuta's pen grazing the surface of the paper. It was like that for a solid few minutes until Yuta breaks.

“Ms. Y/N?” Yuta calls out, immediately fishing out your attention.

“Yes, sir?”

Yuta turns the paper in his hand to you and your jaw falls when you realize it was your paper. “Just skimming through it, you have concerningly a lot of incorrect answers. Would you mind explaining to me why?”

You quickly stare at the floor, as if scavenging it for answers. You couldn't look your professor in the eyes because he was right. This is concerning. “I... My mind was in the gutters when you were lecturing, I'm sorry.” You said meekly before nibbling on your bottom lip like you were chewing away the embarrassment.

Yuta was dissatisfied with your answer. If you saw his face, you could see it written all over it. “What's wrong? Is something bothering you lately?” Yuta pries. It wasn't his place to ask this, but since it was affecting his student's performance, he had the need to know. Well, that will be his answer if you question his prying anyway.

You let out a heavy sigh. You didn't want to tell him—in fact he was the last person you wanted to know but with him putting you on the spot, you had the need to say it.

“I was just really anxious about the way people looked at me earlier when I entered the room with you behind. I was afraid that people wouldn't like me and—”

You were cut off midway through your sentence by Yuta. “You're a people pleaser aren't you?” Yuta lets out a light chuckle before he continues. “Don't be so pessimistic. You're a person that's forced to be reckoned with. If they don't like you, just accept it. You won't be able to please everyone. Just pick one person you really want to please and be happy if you do it successfully.”

You didn't expect to be so grateful for Yuta's advice. It sounded so vague but for some reason it resonates with you. You've been following oddly specific advices your old friends say to do; so it was a nice change to hear a vague advice that gives you the freedom on how to approach it.

“Here's a deal,” Yuta strides towards you. Your heart beats incredibly fast at the sight of him slowly approaching you. Yuta stands in front of you, a small but breathable gap stands in the way of you two. “I'll give you a chance to retake this—as my assistant, of course I want you to get exclusive benefits. But...” Yuta steadily closes the gap between you. You felt your ass hit the table and you had no more room to back away. Yuta leans into your ear, and whispers, “you have to do something for me in exchange...”

The way those words rolled out of his tongue was tantalizing. Your face becomes red as an apple, but it gets redder as Yuta locks eye contact with you. His breath was hitting your lips—lips Yuta had his eyes on since yesterday. Lips that Yuta craves to taste and ponder what it would taste like.

“Y-You won't tell anyone... Right?” You asked hesitantly.

“My lips are sealed.” And with that, Yuta pressed his lips against yours. A minute hasn't even passed when his tongue slipped past your lips. He kissed you hungrily while you simply kissed back in a daze.

Never in a million years would you find yourself sucking the face off of your professor. But we're talking about Nakamoto Yuta. The professor, any woman would die for, just to kiss him. And you were a lucky little lady for him to desire you.

As you kiss, he swiftly lifts you up and settles you on the table. Yuta pulls away from the kiss as he places his hand on your thigh. “Ready for our first private little session?”

You nod keenly, bottom lip tug between your teeth before pressing your thighs together at the wetness you're feeling down on your core. Yuta pries your legs open with one hand. His finger was softly grazing your clothed core and you let out a shaky breath.

“Do you mind turning around for me?” Yuta asks playfully as he traces circles against your still clothed core. It was a peculiar request but you comply anyway.

You feel a sudden wave of embarrassment hit you when you realize you're facing the many vacant seats. Students would sit there, staring at the professor like some zoo animal. And that's what you're feeling right now. With cheeks tainted with embarrassment, you close your legs together but Yuta opens them again.

“What's the matter? Shy?” Yuta whispers seductively behind your ear. You toss your head back and collide with Yuta's chest when you feel him moving your underwear to the side.

Yuta enters a finger in you and you lightly gasp at the sudden intrusion. When Yuta realizes you were taking him well, he slides in another. You bit on your bottom lip, stopping yourself from releasing a loud moan. As he pumps in and out of you at a steady pace, Yuta whispers. “Can you believe it? It's only been the second day and you're already being fingered by your professor.”

For some odd reason, you were immensely turned on by his wording. The thought of it was so slutty but so hot, it caused you to clench around his fingers. Yuta lets out a low groan at the sudden sensation but he smiles anyway, pleased. “Do you like it when I shame you?”

Yuta picks up pace and it leads you to letting out a moan you were holding in. The sudden change of pace took you off guard—Yuta needs an answer. “I love it,” you correct, completely setting your pride aside.

Yuta clicks his tongue and keeps the pace, immensely enjoying the effect he had on you. The sinful sounds of his digits entering in and out you as small and quiet moans coming from you bounces off the walls of the room.

With his empty hand, Yuta raises your knee to open your entrance. Exposing yourself to the imaginary audience. Your moan hits a higher pitch when you feel Yuta's thumb playing with your clit. Pulling his fingers out, Yuta says in a low voice. “Can you imagine if someone walks in on us?” You let out a cry when Yuta started becoming aggressive towards your clit. “I'd lose my job and you'll be known as the girl who Mr. Nakamoto fingered on the desk.”

Out of the blue you let out something you were holding in. You didn't know what it was but it cracked Yuta up. “Did you just squirt? Fuck, you're so dirty babygirl.” Yuta started nibbling on your earlobe, three of his digits entering you this time.

You almost let out a shriek at the unexpected pleasure. You threw your head back again at the feeling of Yuta's thumb rubbing your clit and Yuta's finger rapidly going in and out of you. Yuta releases his grasp on your raised leg and reaches to your covered breast. He playfully squishes it through the fabric, adding more pleasure to the pile.

As Yuta kept this up, your climax was becoming nearer and nearer. “Cum on my fingers babygirl.” Yuta coaxes and those words alone were enough to tip you over the edge. Your walls tighten around his fingers, your release coating every inch of his digits.

You were no virgin, but you had slept with a couple of guys before. All of them were one night stands that occured for the sake of releasing stress. And if you were to rank your previous experiences, Yuta is definitely on top of the list. Not to mention he only used his fingers.

Yuta pulls out and dips his fingers into his mouth. Hungrily tasting you as you watch him from his chest. “Fuck—I could get used to this.” Yuta sucks his fingers clean and moves it out of his mouth with a pop.

“Tidy yourself up Ms. Y/N, we need to carry these to the teacher's lounge.” Yuta detaches himself from you and continues on with the papers that luckily haven't been touched.

You hop off the desk, legs wobbly for a second but you could manage. Before you could carry one of the piled papers, Yuta hands you a familiar sheet of paper. “Take it home, answer it, and give it to me tomorrow morning or else I'll screw you.”

Your cheeks were painted with pink hues after being reminded of your “private session” with Yuta. “O-Okay...”

Leaving the facility felt like a fever dream. After helping Yuta with carrying the piles of paper, he insisted that you go home and rest. You were tired but at the same time cheerful.

The sun was going down and the remaining light it emitted. The sun was gleaming on your face softly with soft and warm light. The warmth contributed more to your already jolly state. It was evident in your face that you were happy and the smile that was radiating on your face could attract any person in the vicinity.

And it did.

As Jaehyun flirted around with the other girls, he saw you skipping away with a bright smile on your face. After being with pretty girls—Jaehyun thought it would be a nice change of air if he could have a cute sugar baby. Hopefully, that would cure his limp dick.

“Excuse me ladies,” Jaehyun bid his goodbyes before he dashed over to you in a relaxed manner. The sudden emergence of the man startled you, and you immediately took a step back. Jaehyun notices your astound expression and tries his best to ease it off. “Oh, sorry... Didn't mean to scare you.”

Jaehyun uses his signature smile that gets the ladies on their knees for him in an instant. His dimple pokes through his cheek, a very cheeky smile. “If you weren't so god damn cute, I wouldn't rush over here.”

You scoff at the man's words. “Sorry, I'm not really interested.” You push past the man in front of you and continue to leave the school premise. Jaehyun pokes the insides of his cheek with his tongue. He was clearly pissed because of your disinterest towards him, but it was also a nudge for him to pursue you. He wanted you wrapped around his finger and if he has to go to the extremes, he'll do it.

Jaehyun retrieves his phone from his pocket and immediately calls Yuta. “Yo?” Yuta calls out.

“Let’s cancel pool night tonight. I have an urgent matter to attend to.”

You were thanking the heavens that the flirtatious stranger didn't follow you. You were ready to whoop his ass—and by whoop you mean run away and scream maniacally. “What's up with me today?” You ask yourself regarding the current events of this day. Your little session with Yuta and a very beautiful man trying to flirt with you. As much as you pushed the man away in a heartbeat, he was undeniably attractive.

You look up at the building towering over you. The neon lit sign was an indication that the place was open. You push past the door and the smell of liquor welcomes you. People were drowning their problems with alcohol, hoping it would die. If only that's how it works; life would be much easier—and the majority of the population has liver problems.

You didn't know why you'd go to the bar, but somehow your brain made it sense for your body to go here. As much as you want to remember your professor's touches, your mind tells you to buy a drink and forget about it anyways. Your mind was guilt tripping you to the point it even degraded you. You felt ashamed of yourself.

“Two scotch on the rocks,” a voice interjected in your thoughts from beside you. You darted your gaze to the person beside you with low eyes.

Fuck, it's him. You turned your gaze back in front of you before speaking. “I thought you'd let me go, but I have to say, you're persistent.” You earned a low chuckle from him. “What do you want?” You asked bluntly.

“I want you.”

You let out a loud scoff before you started to laugh hysterically. The bartender hands Jaehyun his order and he slides the other one over to you. You murmured a quick "thanks" as you came down from your laugh. “Yeah, right...” You took a sip on the bitter drink, wincing at how strong it tasted.

Jaehyun studies you the whole time with a small smile. His eyes roamed over your body and that's when he noticed the subtle change on your uniform. Yuta and Doyoung mentioned this to him before as a warning to stay away from them for they are scholars. And once Jaehyun leaves them, they'd be forced to leave the university.

But seeing how uninterested you are, he formulates a plan on how you being a scholar would be beneficial to him. However he can never tell Yuta nor Doyoung. “Do you need money?”

Your brows knit together at the unforeseen question he threw at you. What was he on about? And why is he so pressed on having you? You snapped your head towards him, eyes back at him yet again. You caught a glimpse of him looking at your torso before he met your weary eyes.

You glanced at your torso to get an idea of what he was looking at. He couldn't be looking at your breasts, if so why did he ask that? The only possible and only thing he could've seen to ask this question was the university logo. Did he find out you were a scholar? How does he even know that?

Nevertheless, you click your tongue in annoyance. “You’re quite prejudiced, aren't you?” You let out a huff and continue to lash out. “Just because I'm a scholar doesn't mean I'm poor.” You didn't want to admit it but he's right.

He flops his elbow on the table then propped his head on his palm. His eyes crinkle as he smiles, his dimples were showing again but his smile was painted in scorn. “You'd be surprised of how much I can give you—how I can pull you out of that hellhole of yours. And all you have to do is be mine. For a certain amount of time of course.”

Your brows unravel and every bad emotion that built up you felt towards him plunges to the ground. Never did you ever think about getting a sugar daddy to help you with your financial problems. You turned to the hard way and worked your ass off, only to make the tiniest dent to your financial troubles.

Seeing you contemplate it made the smile on Jaehyun's face grow. “H-How much do it get, exactly?” You ask like a lamb to the slaughter. Your sudden submission had Jaehyun grinning. Your pride was lodging in your throat and you swallowed hard to shoo it away, but it wasn't working. You were here to deluge your shame with liquor, not accumulate more shame.

“Name your price, baby.” He remarks, “other than that, I'll give you a credit card that has no limit so you can buy yourself something nice.”

It was an understatement if you said that what he's offering was exorbitant. Your self worth was worth a dime in your eyes, but to him he saw you like a million bucks, and you felt flattered. “W-Why me?” You barely spoke, shame was swallowing you whole. Jaehyun brought his face closer to you. His breath was fanning your lips and your cheeks instinctively flushed.

“You're my favorite.”

A future favorite he thought. You only have to do one more thing before you're officially his.

“There's one more thing before I crown you my sugar baby.” From the pocket inside his coat, Jaehyun brings out a neatly folded piece of paper. As he unfolds it, a scoff slipped past your lips when you noticed it was a contract. “You'll have to sign here—”

“Is this really necessary?” You tossed a brow at the unnamed man. That's rich, you didn't even know his name and now you're applying to be his sugar baby.

“Of course. The terms and conditions are stated here if you want to read it—but I recommend you don't because we'll be here all night if you do so.” Jaehyun coaxes you to just sign it, a mischievous smile planted on his lips. You rolled your eyes and was about to take out a pen to sign with when he stopped you. “Woah, what are you doing?”

“Getting a pen?” You deadpanned.

“Darling, you haven't even passed the test. Just because you're a favorite it means you'll have an auto pass.”

You gaze back at him from your bag. “What's the test?”

Without saying a soul, he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the bar's men's room. You tried to scuffle out of his grasp when you saw the men's sign on the door, but he was too strong. He pulls you into one of the claustrophobic stalls before he pressed your back against the flimsy door.

Hues of red were splashed across cheeks when you realized how close you were to him. He towers over your frame and stares at you with lustful eyes. “I'd let you suck my dick but I'm not even sure if you're worthy of it. So—” He then brought his fingers to your lips, grazing them teasingly before he continued. “—suck my fingers like your life depends on it.” You hesitantly looked up at him. What's with you and fingers today? Jaehyun saw your wary look so he tried to ease it off with a wink. “Don't worry, my hands are clean.”

Sanitation was the least of your problems right now. Your problem was that you never sucked someone off before. And you're afraid that your lack of experience would lead to you losing such an amazing opportunity.

You eagerly took two of his fingers in your mouth and sucked them greedily. This only enticed Jaehyun more and his jaw falling was an indication that you were doing great. His fingertips would brush past your uvula and you would gag every time, doubling the arousal he was feeling.

Jaehyun tugged on his bottom lip every time he felt his digits deep inside your throat. His breath became shallow and he was undoubtedly and immensely aroused. You were going over his expectations and you were starting to truly earn the title of being his favorite.

The taint in his pants didn't go unnoticed. With his current display, you felt brave and proud so you outstretched your hand and reached for his crotch. Jaehyun spots this and at once, he promptly grabs your wrist. He then pulls his fingers out of your mouth as he catches his breath.

“Let's continue this another time,” Jaehyun says in a raspy voice as he wipes his spit coated fingers on his suit. “I underestimated you. Maybe you are worthy of my dick after all.” The familiar hues were back again attached to your cheeks and Jaehyun chuckles.

The two of you left the bathroom like nothing happened and went back to your spot. This time, he lays out the contract on the table and hands you his pen. “Now that you aced the test, the only thing for you to do is sign it.”

You stared at the sheet blankly, still contemplating on whether or not you should sell your body for a financial problem free life. You tried to skim through the contract but with your head processing the pros and cons of this; it made it hard for you to understand.

Finally pushing all of the worries aside, you scribbled your signature on the paper and it was official.

You were his.

Jaehyun smiles contently, tucking the contract back in his pocket. “Looking forward to working with you, Ms. Y/N.” You tremble at the mention of your name. Did you really do the right thing? “I'll hand you everything I promised tomorrow along with a copy of the contract. Now, hand over your number so I can reach you.”

You comply and exchange numbers. Your thumbs halt over the keyboard of your phone when it comes to the I.D. name. “Oh, by the way, I never got your name...”

“It's Jung Jaehyun.” He replies plainly, eyes focused on his phone.

Your eyes widened as if it was about to fall out of it's sockets; shock engulfed your body and you almost dropped your phone. Your mouth agape as realization struck you like thunder.

You're Jung Jaehyun's sugar baby.

“Can’t believe I had to work on a Saturday.” Yuta vents out as he scowls, holding his cue stick by its shaft.

Jaehyun only hums at him, concentrating as he targets the white cue ball with his cue. Jaehyun strikes the cue ball, it rolls around the table and clashes with the blue 2-ball. The blue ball is now in motion, Jaehyun’s eyes lit up as it approaches closer and closer to the hole. With just inches away, the ball comes to a halt. “Fuck!” Jaehyun yelps, bashing his fist to his side of the rail.

Yuta only laughs at his despair while Jaehyun almost has a meltdown. After pits of his laughter, Yuta decides to rip the condom off and disclose to Jaehyun why they really met up. “I fingered my assistant in a lecture hall.”

Jaehyun snaps his head to Yuta, nearly breaking his own neck. Eyes wide and was clearly bewildered. “A-are you serious?” Jaehyun asks, uncertain by what his friend told him. Yuta only nods, making Jaehyun scoff. Jaehyun then starts chuckling, snickering a few seconds later as he admits, “you know, I never thought I’d see you fuck a student again.”

Yuta snorts before lowering himself and positioning his cue stick to the ball. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jaehyun only shrugs, his train of thought not finding the right words at the moment. “Eh, I just thought after being used by students a number of times you’d be done with it.” Jaehyun shares, staring into nothingness as he continues his thought. “Didn’t you say you liked that one student but she—”

Yuta strikes the white ball violently, loud enough to cut Jaehyun off. Jaehyun flinches at the sudden collision before he notices the glare Yuta was emitting. Jaehyun murmurs a quick apology after noticing Yuta was still sensitive about the topic.

As Yuta begins to try and hit the white ball once more (properly this time), Jaehyun explores the riveting trance that opens upon him. Jaehyun thought about revealing his sugar baby. Since Yuta disclosed his relationship with his student, it would be fitting—and best to blow the lid off right now. But of course he’ll be leaving out the fact that you were a scholar. About to open his mouth, Jaehyun hesitated. After seeing the irritated look on Yuta’s face, Jaehyun cowers away for now and decides to tell him later or next time if he’s in a better mode.

Jaehyun huffs, fully convincing himself. “Right… I’ll tell him later.”

It's been a week since Jaehyun became your sugar daddy. You didn't tell a single soul about this, not even Haerin. Jaehyun didn't tell a soul, and he could never tell Yuta or Doyoung or else he'll have an earful of scolds for mingling with a scholar. But to Jaehyun, you being a scholar added more flavour to your relationship. It had a risk factor and he was required to hide the love affair from the two professors.

But even if they found out, Jaehyun was certain he'll keep you around for a long time. He's just hoping you feel the same way and won't break off the contract.

You vividly remember the first day you became Jaehyun's sugar baby. He gave you a credit card like he promised and even offered you a condo to live in but you immediately refused. It was overwhelming and you weren't fond of living alone in such a spacious area.

He gave you a new phone and a car. The phone you did accept but just like the condo, you refuse to accept the car. You didn't know how to drive and your parents would question your paycheck for giving them a car.

You even remember Yuta calling you from the hallway to help him out with some tasks. As you helped out your professor, you were suddenly reminded of how you can quit being the professor's assistant. You were earning much more money from the allowance Jaehyun gives you, so this side job was pointless.

Yuta was the only one stopping you from turning in your permission to step down from the position.

After he fingered you in front of an empty classroom, ditching him the day after seems like you resigned because of it. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.

But at the same time you want to leave him because you're seeing his best friend. His renowned friend that's known for being good-looking all over the campus. You could already see his pained face when he finds out you're seeing Jaehyun.

So you decide to work for Yuta a little longer and when the finals are right around the corner; you can reason out that you quit to focus on your studies. It was a solid plan, and so far, the first week of executing it has been successful.

You avoided Yuta's advances to the point you even avoided the man himself. He finds your current behavior amusing and baffling at the same time. In his mind you were teasing him and playing hard to get. While your plan was undergoing, Yuta plotted a plan of his own.

“Ms. Y/N,” Yuta calls out from his desk in the teacher's lounge. Your head perks up at the mention of your name and you walk towards him right away. “I think I left my phone in one of the lecture rooms. Can you go fetch it for me?”

You blinked at Yuta a couple of times. You stood before him and stared at him blankly. His request was quite difficult, especially the lack of information he shared, so finding his device might take a long time. You nod anyway and went to the last lecture room he taught.

You rummage through every cabinet of the desk, taking your time and a good look at the nooks of it but the cellular device was nowhere to be seen. You let out an exhausted sigh as you rake your hair. You had three more rooms to search and the thought of it was already draining you.

You cast your eyes on the door that just clicked. “Mr. Nakamoto,” you raise a brow at the sight of him entering the room. “Did you find your phone yet?”

You suddenly feel so small and vulnerable when you see his blazing gaze. His eyes were dark, eyes locked with yours as he sauntered towards you. You instinctively back away until the desk stops you from going any further, an oddly similar situation that happened to you before. Before you could scurry away from the approaching man, he grabs your throat. His grasp wasn't too tight, but it was enough for you to have a hard time breathing and feel panic rush into you.

Yuta tilts his head to his side as he pouts. “Why are you avoiding me babygirl?” His fingers pressed your throat a little harder. “Are you being a tease or were you really avoiding me?” His grip only got tighter and tighter. You tried to look him in the eyes to plead but you couldn't. His orbs emit so much anger it was setting your body aflame.

Right at the nick of time, Yuta promptly lets you go. You let out a cough after another, gasping for air after you do so. Before you could even move, Yuta turns you around and shoves down on the table.

You gasp at his quick movements and the sharp pain you felt when your entire figure was bashed onto the table. Yuta brings your skirt up, softly groping your ass before he slaps it. The sound of your ass being slapped engulfs the room along with your whimpers. You bit your bottom lip harshly at every slap that landed on your ass. The stinging pain was intolerable, suppressing a whimper became almost impossible.

“You're such a bad girl aren't you?” This time, Yuta takes a handful of your hair before pulling you back to him. You let out another whimper, tears were stinging your eyes from the pain. “Why were you avoiding me? Why did you keep an unreasonable amount of distance after I fingered you and let you retake the quiz?” Seeing you were being uncooperative, Yuta tugs on your hair once more and earns another whine from you. “Answer me or I'll fuck it out of you.”

“I-I was just playing!” You cry out a lie—a big fat lie. “I was testing you a-and I'm sorry for o-overstepping.” You had no other choice, you had to lie. You had a feeling Yuta would spot you distancing him, and it was about time he realized it.

Yuta chuckles lowly. “That's what I thought.” Yuta let go of your hair then he brought his face near the back of your ear. “Let me punish you little minx and fuck you into your place.”

Your eyes grew at his words and before you know it, Yuta slams his member inside of you, without warning. You cry out his name at the sudden intrusion. Tears surged in your eyes and they trickled down your cheeks. Without even giving you time to adjust, he starts rutting into you.

The sound of your skin slapping against his in such a rapid motion was music to Yuta's ears. His low groans were buried under your loud moans. You didn't care if someone heard you, and it was obvious that Yuta didn't either. In fact he loves the way his name rolls out of your tongue, it sounded heavenly.

You latch onto the desk when you feel Yuta pick up his pace. You buried your head into the table and started moaning louder than usual. The slaps on your ass were back and you found your whimpers entangled with your moans. “Do you like being punished babygirl?”

“Y-Yes,” you choke out. “I-I love it so much.”

When you felt Yuta's thrusts become sloppy, you knew he was close. As bad as it sounds, the thought of Yuta filling you up with his seed aroused you more than thought. “P-Please cum in me sir!” You begged.

You came closer and closer to your climax, and if Yuta came inside you, you'd be reaching it much faster. But he didn't.

Just as you were a few thrusts away from cumming, Yuta pulls out of you and pumps his length in a rapid way. You let out a pained moan and continued to whine when Yuta came on your ass. “W-Why did you pull out? I was so close!”

“Naughty girls, don't get to cum baby.” Yuta lands another slap on your ass one last time. “This is your first lesson; never piss me off.”

Despite it being a lovely Saturday morning, you wither away the time by being cooped up in your shared apartment. Your roommate Haerin was out and about with a few of her friends, leaving the apartment all to yourself. She asked you to come with—actually she forced you to come but you insisted on spending the day in your bed.

As you lay on your bed, the sun bleeds through your blinds and glisters your face teasing you to get out. Even your phone tags along to the teasing by reporting to you that today's temperature was 27°C and no rain is to be expected today.

You begin to regret sleeping in and wasting such a beautiful day to be outdoors, until Jaehyun called.

Your phone starts blasting your ringtone, making you reach out to its current placement. You took a quick glance at the caller ID before swiping your thumb across the screen and bringing it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Y/N, are you busy?”

“Mm, not really.” You murmur your answer, a bit embarrassed by your current availability on such a nice day.

“Great! Did you look at the sky? The day is practically begging everyone to get out. Let's spend the day together m'kay?” Jaehyun asked expectantly, waiting for your confirmation.

You grin from ear to ear, glad that an opportunity to go outside was offered to you once again. “Okay! What time should we meet and where?”

“No worries, I'll drop by your apartment to pick you up. I'm coming there from work and I'm already on the way. So be ready in fifteen minutes.” Without giving you a chance to reply, Jaehyun hangs up the phone.

With a smile on your face, you kick the sheets off yourself and hop off the bed to doll yourself up.

You didn't realize how short fifteen minutes was. You broke your own record for showering and it surprisingly took you nine minutes. You spent the remaining minutes picking an outfit and applying makeup. After hearing two knocks on the door, that's when you discern how fast fifteen minutes came by.

You hurriedly put on a pair of flats before looking one last time in the mirror. You wore a white summer dress that was patterned with yellow flowers. The dress ended below your knees and the short puffy sleeves it had ended in line with the middle of your chest. With a nice yellow headband and a small white handbag, it added more flare to your fit.

You finally answered the door and was welcomed by an overly dressed Jaehyun. “You're wearing a suit,” you pointed out, even jabbing your index finger at his attire.

Jaehyun laughs it off and even fixes his suit. “I just came out from an unplanned meeting.” He reasons out. “And you're wearing a very lovely dress. Thanks for dressing up for me, doll.” Jaehyun shoots you a wink as his tongue clicks. You were about to give a curt retort when he turned his back and led you to his car. You tch at the rude man and indolently follow him to the vehicle.

Your destination was a mystery. Jaehyun never mentioned where you two were going, and with the music occupying the empty conversation you two had, asking the destination is a bit too late for that.

As silence consumed the entire ride, holes were continuously being burned on you. And the gazes were by none other than Jaehyun. While keeping his eyes on the road, he slips in quick glances at you everytime he has the opportunity to do so. You could never spare him a look. If your eyes met his, you could already imagine the awkwardness you'd be executed for the entire ride. So you focus solely to peer out the window.

When the car finally comes to a halt, you finally look over at Jaehyun who was unbuckling his seatbelt. “Is this our stop?” You ask after looking out the window.

Jaehyun nods. “Yeah, is there a problem?’’

You quickly shook your head and started to unbuckle your own seatbelt. “No, I just think we're not prepared.” You step out of the vehicle and you are greeted by the fresh air of the park.

This said park was notorious for picnics and great views, basically the perfect place to spend such a nice day. Hence why you question Jaehyun if this was your stop. “Well, you're the one unprepared. I am.”

You look over your shoulder once you hear Jaehyun's retort. You spot him taking a standard picnic basket out of his trunk and this immediately tug the edge of your lips into a smile.

Jaehyun walks over to you and stands in front of you with the basket in his hand, holding it proudly as if he's waiting for you to praise him as he basks in his glory. “I guess I was wrong,” you admit and Jaehyun nods in agreement.

“Yes you are. Follow me, I know the perfect spot.” Jaehyun ridicules before he starts trudging to the “perfect spot” and you follow in suit. Luckily it wasn't too far to where you and Jaehyun parked. As you walk to the said spot, Jaehyun had his fingers crossed the entire time. He was hoping that on such a great day, the spot had no one occupying it.

As if the odds were in his favor, indeed there was nobody there.

Jaehyun grins at the sight and dashes towards it before anyone could snag it from his fingertips. You watch the man gleefully set the red and white mat on the grass. It was a sight to see and the spot—as much as you don't want to admit—it was undeniably the perfect spot.

You two would be under the shade of the tree, enjoying the nice cool air and warm sunshine. You finally caught up with Jaehyun and joined him as he lay down on the mat he just set. His eyes flutter close as he basks in the sounds of nature. He felt great. It was so peaceful and no one was there to disturb him.

“Are you having a nice time?” Jaehyun asks, eyes still closed.

You nod, but after realizing he still has his eyes closed, you reply. “I really like it here, it's so nice. How did you know about this spot?”

“I come here very often when everything gets hectic with work.” A content smile dances on Jaehyun's lips as he recalls the many relaxing times he had here.

Silence falls between the two of you, and the sounds of leaves rustling and the wind playing a nic tune swiftly replaces it. You didn't find the silence as awkward, rather you see it as very comfortable.

“Wanna have sex?”

You choked on your own spit. Words couldn't describe how startled you are after hearing that question tumble out of his lips so nonchalantly.

“Is that a no or a hard no?”

“Jaehyun, we're in public! And you're a public figure! Can you imagine the news that would stir up when we get spotted?!”

As if that's what the question he expected you to ask; he sits up and stares down at you, eyes gleaming in excitement. “Right? That's the risk. That's what makes this fun!”

“Jaehyun, no...” you said adamantly, staring him down.

Jaehyun blows a raspberry with his lips like a child before folding his arms across his chest. “You're no fun.” Silence was brought back momentarily until something popped up in Jaehyun's head that got him all jittery.

In swift movements, Jaehyun hovers over you. Pinning both of your hands above your head with one hand. “You should've said yes when I was being gentle.”

“Jae—” Barely voicing out your thoughts, Jaehyun riveted his lips with yours, kissing you fervently. You immediately melt under his lips, the urge to fight back is long gone.

You could feel him smirk against the kiss, delighted that despite being against it you gave in anyway. He lets go of your hands to unbuckle his belt. “Let's do this quick alright? We need to be careful or else we're going to jail for public indecency.” Jaehyun mutters, leaving your lips for a hot minute.

You simply hum in response, excitement coursing through your veins as if it was injected in you. Your heartbeat races when Jaehyun pushes your panties to the side only to push himself inside you.

A soft moan falls over your mouth and your hands instinctively grab onto him. It was the first time you two had sex and since Jaehyun was quite big, the stretch was quite insufferable. “J-Jaehyun,” you could barely form coherent sentences and was just saying his name over and over again.

Jaehyun lets out a shallow moan at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. “Shit baby... You're so fucking tight.” This time a groan tumbles out of his lips. “F-Fuck.”

Once he completed his expedition to fit all of him inside you; Jaehyun hums softly as he stays still and waits for you to adjust. For the time being, Jaehyun studies your face. Mouth agape—profanities spilling out from time to time and eyes shut tight. Jaehyun couldn't help but chew the bottom of his lip.

You looked gorgeous.

Simply staring at you in this state sent butterflies to his stomach. He couldn't understand why, but he deemed that he's just turned on.

You pull the man out of his thoughts when you lightly tap him. He immediately got back into his senses before he started rutting inside you. To avoid getting caught, Jaehyun muffles your moans by placing a hand over your mouth.

Your eyes impulsively roll back as you feel Jaehyun's cock thrusting deep inside you. With the way he's ramming inside of you, there was no way he wasn't deep. Jaehyun on the other hand, started gnawing on his bottom lip as it came to his attention the imprint of his dick.

As he continues thrusting, Jaehyun could see his member poking your insides. The bulge of his cock on your abdomen appears then disappears as he propels. He's deep deep.

In a matter of seconds, the chord in your stomach combust and without warning you came all over his cock. You convulse around his length and Jaehyun groans; simply feeling himself coated in your essence was enough to tip him off.

Your eyes shot open at the feeling of his hot seed residing in your pussy, even feeling some of it spill out as Jaehyun pulls himself out. You smack his shoulder and Jaehyun whips his head up, looking at you expectantly.

“Did you just cum inside me?!” You stare at him with wide eyes, eyes practically shaking in fear. Before you could entreat another question, Jaehyun abruptly stuffs his finger inside you, pushing back his seed that leaked out inside. You squirm as a shallow moan follows, still sensitive from your recent orgasm.

“Don't worry, I'll buy you a pill later.” Jaehyun assures nonchalantly as his eyes were still darted on your hole, making sure no more of his seed seeps out.

Silence resides between the two of you. Your eyes falter and they finally close, allowing your body to rest after your intercourse. Meanwhile Jaehyun fixes your dress before tidying himself. Out of the blue, Jaehyun asks; “That reminds me, what kind of pet name do you want me to call you?’

Jaehyun casts his gaze on you, eager for an answer. You simply shrug, eyes still close as you respond. “Does it matter? I don't really care nor do I mind anything.”

Your answer flares a mischievous smile on Jaehyun's face. He started listing possible nicknames as he buckled his belt; but none of them seems to please him. “Kitten? I think that's what I called the last one. Cum-pster? Too derogatory. Princess? Eh...”

Jaehyun was silent momentarily as if thinking of a better name. Once he did, he snapped his fingers like the lightbulb above him just lit up.

“Babygirl.”

Your eyes open promptly as if you have awoken from a nightmare. You were suddenly reminded of your professor who also calls you by that nickname. You were restless now, and indeed, this is a nightmare. Guilt was flowing through your system.

You were two-timing your professor with his best friend and vice versa.

“Fuck.”

A FEW WEEKS LATER

As you start to dash through the door, you abruptly stop on your tracks to call out for your professor. “Mr. Nakamoto, would you like a cup of coffee?” You ask, turning your body to him.

He types something for a moment on his laptop before he pushes his glasses back to the bridge of his nose. Clearly, he's stuffed with work again. You concede defeat over his work, so you decide to text him instead for his response later.

But as you're about to turn around, Yuta stands up and puts on his coat that was draping around his chair. “No worries, I'll tag along.” He finally answers before shutting his laptop. “I need to get out of this place or I'll lose my mind.”

You chuckle softly at his curt joke before you two walk out of the lounge.

The trip to the nearest cafe wasn't long; since it was occupied with chatter and meaningless conversations, you arrived there earlier than you expected.

The two of you went in line and started picking an order. “What will you be having Mr. Nakamoto?” You query, eyes darted on the menu above the counter.

“I'll have a tall espresso,” Yuta points at the drink that was listed on the menu. Yuta fishes out for his wallet and begins digging through his bills.

Once you notice his actions, you stop him by holding his hand in place. Yuta looks up at you with a questioning look. “I'll pay.” You said proudly, tone laced with pride that Yuta immediately picks up.

Yuta scoffs before a chuckle follows. “I don't like being in debt to someone. I can pay for myself.” Yuta still sticks out the bill and urges you to take it.

You shove his hand to his chest, adamant about paying. “I'm not treating because I want something in exchange. I'm treating you because you always treat me well.” You smiled sweetly before turning your back to him, expecting no more response from him.

The edge of his lips lifts up and forms a smirk. Even though you said it in the most innocent way with no double meaning, Yuta thought the latter. He brought his face to your ear and whispered softly, “thank you babygirl. I'll treat you well again next time.”

His voice and tone was enough to make you shudder, but with his hand ghosting to your back; his touch sent goosebumps all over your body. You simply nod, pursing your lips into a thin line. Satisfied with your reactions, Yuta pulls away with a smug look on his face as he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

“Next!” You hear the cashier announce before stepping forward. “Good day ma'am, what will you be having?”

“One tall espresso, a frappuccino, and two slices of strawberry cheesecake.” The cashier taps your order to the cash register; and while she's busy with that, you pull out your wallet.

She states the total amount before you hand over your credit card (that was given by Jaehyun). Yuta watches the whole transaction from behind you, and he can't help but wonder why your credit card looks strikingly familiar.

Deep in his thoughts for an answer, a memory flashes through his mind that showed Jaehyun owning a similar card. “Jae, why do you have so many credit cards?” Yuta asks Jaehyun, fiddling with a credit card he found while scouring Jaehyun's wallet.

Jaehyun glares at the elder from the pool table as he sees him twiddling with one of many cards in his wallet. “That's for my sugar baby I was telling you about, put it back please?”

Yuta shook his head as he snickers, seeing no correlation between your card and Jaehyun. “Hmm, that doesn't make sense.” Yuta murmurs to himself, a hand making its way to his chin.

“Mr. Nakamoto, can you get us a table? I'll be the one to wait for our order.” Yuta blinks at you a couple of times, trying to register what you just said.

“Yeah—sure.” Yuta simply answers before getting out of the line to search for a vacant table.

After scanning around the place, Yuta was able to find an empty seat that wasn't far from the counter. There was no doubt you wouldn't see him. Regarding your credit card, Yuta glosses over it and completely forgets about it while he was in a hunt for a vacant seat.

As he scrolls through his phone, Jaehyun's name flashes on his device. Yuta swiftly swipes his thumb across the screen before bringing it to his ear. “Sup?”

“Dude, where are you?” Jaehyun asks as he stomps out of the teacher's lounge.

“I'm at the cafe near the campus, why?” Yuta could hear Jaehyun sigh at the other end of the phone.

“I wanted to play pool with you. I'm coming over to pick you up.” Jaehyun discloses as he dash out the school building to his car.

“Sure. I'm with my student assistant by the way. Is that alright?”

“They're not coming over to play pool anyway, why are you asking if that's alright? I'll probably order a cup too before we take off.” Without even seeing it, Yuta could hear Jaehyun's confused face.

“Eh, I just think it's rude to leave my assistant hanging.” Yuta declares but Jaehyun simply shrugs.

“I don't give a shit. You deal with that okay?” Before anything more could be said, Jaehyun hangs up. Yuta tch, annoyed with Jaehyun's lack of sympathy.

You, on the other hand, decide to kill time by scrolling through your phone; liking memes, watching short videos, and criticizing your friends’ posts. Without realizing the time that went by, you heard your name being called by the barista. You take the tray from them and return their smile.

After briefly looking around the place, you see Yuta a few seats away from where you’re standing, hunched over his seat, occupied by his device. You thread quickly yet carefully over to the table, ready to devour the pastries you ordered. Once you place the tray on the table, Yuta looks up from his phone with a smile.

“One tall espresso,” you fade out as you settle the drink next to him. “And a strawberry cheesecake.”

After distributing your orders, you finally take a seat across from him. “Thanks again babygirl,” Yuta beams, shooting a wink at you as he does so.

You glare at him, worried that he was talking too loud and that the others might hear. “Shh, don’t say that so loud.” You chided, earning a soft chuckle from your professor.

The two of you ate in silence with short conversations coming up from here and there. As you bask in the silence, Yuta’s gaze flickers to the door at the cafe as the person who entered captured his attention. Because your attention was at the delicious cake you were eating, you didn’t notice Yuta looking past your shoulder. If only you foresee this, you would’ve been bolting out of this establishment in a heartbeat.

He was only able to draw your attention when he was waving at the person he saw. You toss a brow at him but Yuta didn’t seem to see it. It was too late to turn around when the person he was referring to was in front of your table. You look up at the person idly and once you see him, you feel like you’re being pushed over a cliff.

It was none other than your sugar daddy.

Your eyes bulge out of your sockets, it almost feels like they were draping out of your sockets because of how wide they were. You were taken aback—no you were dumbfounded, and Jaehyun was no doubt feeling the same. Your heart was in your throat as you felt it beat through your system like it was clamouring.

You knew this would happen eventually. You knew this was inevitably going to happen. You took a deep breath and sigh heavily to maintain your calm state and keep your panic at bay. You had your fingers crossed that Jaehyun isn’t stupid and won’t disclose the fact that you two knew each other.

“Y/N?” Yeah, he is stupid.

“Motherfucker…”

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PAIRING | mafia leader!jaehyun x reader

SYNOPSIS | it's time for you to move on from jaehyun and move in with taeyongs crime family, but first you need to pass his initiation?

WC | 12.685K

GENRE | mafia au!, smut

WARNINGS | alcohol, cursing, manipulation, guns, strippers, slapping, degradation & praise, choking, fingering, oral male receiving, hickies, finger sucking, bruising, forced submission, exhibitionism, voyeurism, a cliff hanger ... sorry

A.N | this might be a slow going chapter, but it sets up very nicely for the next three.

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He spreads out six photos across the dark cherry oak desk and looks up at you with a smirk, “Pop quiz time.”

You clasp your hands together to keep from picking at your fingernails and begin to assess the six handsome men in front of you. The photos were dark, but you could still make out each male defining feature – pink hair, a scar, a broken arm.

Jabbing a manicured nail at the first photo, you inhale the spicy cologne wafting from Jaehyun’s perfectly tailored suit and begin, “Lee Taeyong. Neo Cultures leader, although he acts like one. Pink hair because he thinks it’s fun, in truth he looks unprofessional, incapable, and just outright dumb. No preferred weapon or method of killing, instead he makes everyone else do his dirty work. Small, easy to manipulate, not a problem for me.”

You look up to find Jaehyun baring his teeth in a rather cold smile, “and how did he achieve this position?”

The half empty water bottle in front of you casted a perfect rainbow on the skin of your knee when you shifted in your seat, “You and he made a pact four years ago. He would separate himself from Neo city and run half of the clients, specifically weapon manufacturing and black-market deals, along with small heists targeted to take out corrupt individuals dominating the 1 percent, and you would run the big stuff, narcotic dealings, international affairs and keeping his group in check. This split made him the leader of his own division, Neo Culture.”

You place one hand on his photo and look up through your lashes, “and must I say sir, the similarity in names stems from his inability to think for himself,” You scoff, “I mean come on, Neo City, Neo Culture. Basically, copying you.”

He waves you off, “Continue y/n”

The fact that your attempt at sucking up was brushed over, completely ignored, left a sour taste in your mouth.

The second photo was worn around the edges from how much you’ve held it, analyzed it. “Nakamoto Yuta, one of the best field agents in this industry. Usually, the one assigned to taking out the corrupt 1 percent as well as anyone else who challenges Neo Culture. A charmer, easily trustable, but that’s because he looks like he just stepped off a Gucci photoshoot. Has a scar that runs the length of his spine, “you throw a hand out in Jaehyun’s direction, “and before you ask, he got it from a fight a few years back when he was still under your watch. Let his guard down for three seconds and ended up with a knife being dragged down his back. Never made that mistake again. Pretty sure that’s why he loves using knives to kill now. Some kind of vengeance thing.”

Jaehyun rests both of his elbows on the wide desk and lays his chin on top of his hands, “Information before I even ask? Good girl.” You feel the butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach and look down, a hot blush covering your cheeks. The walls felt like they were going to close in on you, but you realize that’s just because Jaehyun has leaned even closer to you than before, making his thick cologne that much more prominent – it was getting hard to breathe.

Clearing your throat, you start where you left off. “Um, yeah, he’s not gonna be a problem for me because I don’t have a thing for pretty boys with tragic back stories.” Jaehyun gives a short chuckle.

He nudges the third photo towards you with his elbow. You look down and staring back at you is a familiar face. “Na Jaemin, just like Yuta, he’s one of the best, except he specializes in sharp shooting. He can hit targets from two hundred yards away and nail them dead center each time. He’ll be easy to befriend,” You see Jaehyun about to interrupt, and again you stop him before he gets the chance, “and no, it’s not because he’s my ex. That won’t be an issue. If anything, it’ll help me get situated in their family better. “

Taking his elbows off the table, he reclines back in his black leather office chair, and begins to rub his temples. His eyes are closed when he speaks up in a bitter tone, “If he asks to fuck?”

An unflattering snort makes its way out of you. The question was ridiculous. You and Jaemin broke up on good terms, under no circumstance would he ask to fuck, but Jaehyun had some psychotic sexual claim on you and his question was actually a thinly veiled threat.

“I doubt he would do that,” your hand trails over the wood ingrain on the desk, “but on the premise that he did, I would refuse.” You watch the corners of his mouth upturn into a grin.

“That’s all I needed to hear, go on.”

You go through each of the members for him, bringing up the tiniest of details to pass this pop quiz, sprung randomly on you. Although, it wasn’t random. You were training for this. You had been for months; and so, to please Jaehyun you wracked your brain for everything you knew and spilled it all for him while he scrutinized your every word.

Lee Jeno, the one you should be the most worried about. Trained to kill from a young age and stuck to Jaemin like glue. He’d do anything for his bestfriend, and with you being the ex, he was never going to let his eyes off of you. He favors his personal handgun, a Glock43X, with the sleek silver top and added four rounds to the previous six, it’s powerful and easy to conceal, just the way Jeno likes them. You were almost scared of him. Almost. The cold front he put up was nothing like his actual personality. He slept with upwards of seven stuffed animals at a time and acted like a golden retriever – pathetic for someone with his kind of job, but always remember your roots, you guess.

Lee Haechan, the recruited college kid who thrives off of caffeine and cheap camgirls that he doesn’t actually pay to watch. A click here and a click there and boom, he’s enjoying a free show while sipping on his iced caramel macchiato. He may be good with computers but he’s shit out of luck when it comes to anything else. Since he’s the only hacker in the group Taeyong uses the hell out of him. He’s overworked and underpaid, what could be a better duo? He’s absolutely no threat to you, and it was almost laughable that the young kid was in a crime family. Taeyong must have seen something in him that everyone else was blind to.

And lastly, Mark Lee, the voice of reason in a gaggle of hot heads and himbos. Even less of a criminal than Haechan. He seems to be more of the butler and assistant than a part of the family, but nevertheless he has his moments. He follows a strict schedule. Every morning he gets up and cooks’ breakfast for everyone else, and every night he cooks dinner. Monday and Tuesdays are reserved for coming up with and manufacturing weapons at an offsite location (in case something blows up), Wednesday and Thursdays are for conducting black market deals, Fridays are for drop off of materials for the previously made deals and the weekend is reserved strictly for him and his personal life. Unless Taeyong requires him for a specific assignment, Mark follows this schedule to a T, which makes your mission so much easier for you.

You picked up the last picture and absentmindedly rubbed your thumb over the couple. Mr. Mark Lee and his precious girlfriend Na Ara. In the photo she’s sitting on his lap, one arm slung around his shoulders, a red plastic solo cup in her hand. She looks like she’s having the time of her life, and he looks absolutely in love. You had never met him before, but her familiar dark brown eyes stare back at you.

Jaehyun stands up and makes his way around the desk to gently sit on the edge of it right in front of you. He plucks the photo out of your hand and tosses it behind himself. “You passed with flying colors darling.”

You smile to yourself but that isn’t enough for him. He needs to see you. You feel his hand stroke your cheek and encircle your jaw, pulling you up to stand in front of him. His eyes glance down to study your lips – they were always his favorite part of you, they fascinated him to no end. He could kiss you right now, God he could just ravage those beautiful lips, but he wasn’t done with you quite yet, and so he asks his last and final question. “And your assignment?”

His head stoops down to nip at your neck, almost making you fall into him, but your arm shoots out to grip the desk. “Collect their client intel, their trade secrets, and then report back to you.”

If his mouth weren’t preoccupied, he would have reprimanded you for being too vague, but you tasted so good, and he couldn’t think straight. He leaves a trail of kisses up the side of your neck, along your jaw, and hovers just above your mouth, “We’ll destroy them from the inside out.” His voice is a chilling whisper sliding its way down your spine. The shiver that racks your body brings him to his senses. He gives you a quick kiss on the lips, and it’s superficial, but you knew his real goodbye would be given later that night.

He pushes you away and straightens up, fixing his tie which had loosened a bit too much for his taste. “Go get ready, it’s your last night here, and we have dinner reservations at seven.”

———————

Your closet was full to the brim and yet you still couldn’t pick an outfit. In Jaehyun’s presence you learned that appearances were everything. They make or break every deal, every relationship, and even though tonight was a casual event, you still had to prepare for anything.

Nothing too slutty, which ruled out half your wardrobe, but it had to be a dress because Jaehyun loved seeing you in dresses and it was your last night with him for who knows how long. It couldn’t be too sparkly or showy – tales of past assignments and good times are sure to be the topic of conversation, and you couldn’t have anyone listening too closely.

You settled on a knee-length wine-red number that had a slit up the left side. It was held together by thin, shoelace like straps, and it had the faintest bit of shimmer – it would pair well with the black red-bottoms you were just gifted.

The perfect piece to complete the outfit was the ring sitting on the nightstand table. It had a flat silver band and a small diamond at the top. It was Jaehyun’s promise ring to you. Not a promise for marriage, but a promise that he would always protect you, no matter what. He hasn’t shown any signs of breaking it and it’s been months since it was given to you.

You smile down at your ring finger and feel the familiar butterflies you got when thinking about him. He just had this way of worming himself into your heart and never leaving.

Your phone buzzes in your pocketbook and you dart to answer it.

WINWIN’s name flashed on the screen so you accept the call and put it on speaker, freeing your hands so you could touch up your makeup “You have about three minutes to get down here or we’re leaving you.” He sounded fed up.

“Okay, okay, I’m on my way.” You hang up on him and dash through the maze that was Jung Jaehyun’s house.

Seriously, you think, he could really use a map at each corner.

You finally break free of the stuffy mansion and stand outside, the sun beating down on you almost immediately. Winwin was leaning against the car – a matte black Rolls Royce that you knew was Jaehyun’s choice because he refused to ride in anything else. You wished he had picked the dark green Lamborghini, a gift from WinWin (who favored Italian cars over everything else), but alas he didn’t. At least this would fit everybody.

WinWin was beautiful for a male. His inky black hair was styled in an undercut, a few strands drooping onto his forehead to brush the top of his eyebrow. On unblemished skin sat a straight narrow nose, and below that, beautiful plush lips that always sat in a pout as if camera ready. He was tall and lithe and walked with the confidence of someone who could end your life in a millisecond.

Tonight, he was clad in a black glittery suit, probably Versace. His matching shoes had obviously been polished because they shined so bright you had to hide your eyes for a minute. What really took you aback was that he was wearing no undershirt, no loose button up underneath the suit jacket. Just like his face, his chest sat unblemished. He was too perfect, and it wasn’t fair.

He just needed to fix his attitude sometimes.

“Took you long enough,” he opens the door and gestures, “get in before we’re late to yourgoodbye dinner.”

From inside the car, you hear Jaehyun clear his throat, “Watch your tone Win.”

You climb inside the spacious vehicle and slide next to Jaehyun. The leather was hot and sticky, but nonetheless you settle back against it. The door shuts behind you as you peer at the others sitting across from you.

“Hey y/n long time no see.” Jungwoo smiles around the cigarette dangling loosely between his lips. He takes a few long drags and tosses the stick out of the window.

You’ve never seen him in formal clothes, but that was probably because he was rarely around. The last time you saw him he was in sweat shorts and a plain black t-shirt headed to carry out a mission for Chenle who was curled up sick in bed. He looked good though, with navy-blue slacks and a blue floral suit jacket to match. His golden hair was styled in loose curls, and a darker gold half crown was perched on the peak of his head – expensive taste as always.

“You really gotta quit those Woo.” Your smile back to him was genuine, but the corners of your mouth didn’t turn up the way they would on a normal night. Christ, you didn’t want to cry tonight, but the waterproof mascara wasn’t meticulously applied for nothing.

“Never” and with a wink of his honey amber eye he puts his air pods in and turns his attention to a video game on his phone.

The car starts and Winwin steers towards the estates exit. It was guarded by two fifteen-foot solid iron fences that only opened to winwins voice.

You look over to Chenle who has his eyes closed, head fallen back again the seat. He’s in the same plain black suit he wore to your parent’s funeral.

Oh fuck

You feel the hot prick of tears in the corner of your eyes.

He’s lost both of his parents and now he’s mourning the loss of his sister. “Of all the suits Lele?” your voice comes out in a cracked whisper.

He doesn’t open his eyes when he responds. “I don’t know if you’ll come back or not.”

You don’t know if you wanted to hit him or hold him, but you knew that comforting him wasn’t an option. “I’m gonna come back.”

Jaehyun grabs your hand and strokes your thumb, “She’s not going to be gone for long, okay?” You nestle your head onto his shoulder, thankful that he was at least trying to assure your younger brother of your survival.

Jungwoo pushes his nose further into the screen of his phone trying to avoid the situation.

“But we don’t know that for sure.” He sits his head up and you immediately recognize how bloodshot his eyes are – he’s been crying. “She could die trying to get recruited, hell, she could get shot while trying to talk to Taeyong.” He’s growing angrier, his body shaking. He wraps his arms around himself.

“Language.”

“Don’t tell me what to do Y/N.” sucking his teeth, he resumes his original position.

“You know I could die any day? Whether I’m here or not.” You watch helplessly as a single tear slides down his cheek.

“At least when you’re here I can keep an eye on you.” He reaches into his pocket and takes out his earbuds, putting them in to block out the rest of the conversation.

You shouldn’t be feeling hurt. He was right. You were the one leaving – abandoning him. The air was beginning to choke you. It was too stuffy in this car.

Jaehyun’s hand continues to stroke your thumb. From what you could see he was in a dark red fit that matched your dress. What a coincidence.

His phone disrupted your thoughts, “Ah business.” he mumbles, shrugging you off his shoulder to answer the call.

The rest of the car ride was held in silence.

———————

The atmosphere around the dinner table switched from absolute tension to complete ease the moment Renjun showed up.

He was mumbling apologies that you ended up waving off because you knew how busy he was. He worked at Seoul International Hospital as one of the top heart surgeons. To him, working for Jaehyun was merely a side job.

He supplied the narcotics that Chenle would turn into stronger, sometimes deadly, knockout drugs. It was easy money for him, so you didn’t blame him for having you at the back of his mind.

The dinner was absolutely wonderful. Everyone had their attention on you, asking you questions nonstop, probing you for stories that you didn’t have. It was a joyous, pleasant time, and even Chenle snapped out of his sour funk and joined the conversation.

When the food was delivered everyone dug in, hungry after a long day of working, but nearing the end you could tell they were ready to go.

Jungwoo kept checking his phone, Renjuns eyes were fluttering shut every few seconds, Chenle had become quiet again, and Winwin had already gone, sent off somewhere by Jaehyun.

The waitress comes over to tell you that the check had been taken care of by the owner – one of the many perks of knowing Jaehyun, everyone was indebted to him.

Stretching in your seat, Jaehyun extends a hand out to you, “My lady.” You take one more sip of the champagne in front of you and take his hand, straightening your dress with your other.

He walks with you, side by side, out of the restaurant whilst all the other tables stared at your group. You couldn’t blame them; you all were hot and dressed to the nines.

Even though night had fallen it was still scorching outside. The valet service off to your right was where you normally headed, but because Jaehyun had sent Winwin off with the car you were waiting on him to come back to the restaurant.

Renjun holds his arms out to you, waiting for an embrace, “I drove myself so I must be on my way, but I’m going to miss you y/n, make us proud and complete your assignment well.” His arms tighten around you, and you felt for the first time tonight a sense of peace.

“I won’t let you guys down.” From behind you, Jaehyun coughs and you feel Renjun smile into your shoulder.

“Sorry Jae, I’ll take my hands off your girl now.” And with a squeeze of your arm, he’s gone. You wonder when you’ll see him again, a few months? Years? Surely it wouldn’t be that long.

Your head jerks to the right.

No way

The dark green Lamborghini glides its way in front of you. The driver door opens and out steps Winwin. You squeal and dart to run your hand along the elegant car. “Your chariot has arrived.”

You can hear Jaehyun belly laugh behind you, “Get in princess.” You giddily climb in the back seat and wait for him to join you.

“How are we gonna get home?” Chenle mutters.

Jaehyuns tosses the Rolls keys over his shoulder before climbing in after you, and Jungwoo fumbles to catch them.

“How did winwin drive home to pick up her car if -” Chenle is cut off by the door closing.

You inhale the lovely smell of brand-new leather and settle back into your seat, ready for the relaxing, smooth-as-butter ride home, but Jaehyun had other plans in mind.

As Winwin climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the engine, Jaehyun maneuvers you so that you were underneath him. The car was small, but there was enough room for him to tower overtop of you.

You were taken by surprise, but you don’t say anything, just watch his eyes drag up your body and land on your lips. Again, with the lips, he couldn’t help it.

His index finger draws circles onto the skin of your thigh as he leans against your body to whisper in your ear, “I couldn’t tell you earlier, but you look really,” he lets out a breathless laugh, “really fucking good in that dress.

You appreciated this side of Jung Jaehyun. The vulnerable part of him. The part that let loose after a couple glasses of Scotch. He was much less insufferable this way.

“Well Mr. Jung Jaehyun,” Your hands slide against the flat expanse of his abdomen, moving to clutch the collar of his pink silk shirt. He was intoxicating to say the least, and maybe it was the three glasses of champagne talking, but you could feel yourself getting drunk off of him, “I wore it just for you.”

He closes the gap between your faces and melts into you, finally giving himself what he had been craving all night. Just a taste of you, a small resolve to the feelings he was having about losing you tomorrow. His lips move effortlessly with yours, in sync as they’d been the first night he had you, fucked you, bruised you, made you irrevocably his.

He bites your bottom lip, asking, no, demanding, for you to open up and let him taste you more, and you comply immediately. You feel his hand wrap lightly around your throat, his rings cold against your burning skin.

The soft erratic moans pouring out of you hum against his tongue, involuntarily making his fist squeeze tighter. He pulls away from you and takes a big gulp of breath, “you’re so fucking hot.”

Your face grows hot, not used to the praise from him, but then it hits you – he’s doing it for Winwins amusement, who since starting the car hasn’t uttered a single word. You gulp, eyes widening at the thought that winwin might be getting off on this too.

Between painting small bruises onto the skin of your neck he’s whispering dirty secrets into your ear. Most notably words of what he wanted to do to you. How he wanted you to get on your knees and suck him off but fuck he wanted you to open your legs so he could feel how wet you were for him. His teeth nip the side of your neck making you arch up against him.

With each whisper of his you feel yourself growing more and more needy. If Winwin wasn’t here you’d let him fuck you, fog up the glass and then do it again on the hood of the car, but you couldn’t – not yet.

“Jae please – oh fuck.” The hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat made its way between your thighs. Rough fingers play with the edge of your panties, teasing you, but he doesn’t follow the roll of your hips into his palm. Instead, his hands fall away, and he straightens up, fixing his shirt and smoothing down his hair. You watch him and Winwin exchange smiles in the rearview mirror.

You whine, reaching your hands out to touch him, to pull him back down so that he can continue teasing you because fuck you didn’t care that Winwin was there anymore you just wanted to feel his fingers against you, but all he does is slap your hands away and grab your jaw, “Fix yourself, we’re almost home darling.”

You sit up and shimmy down your dress that had ridden its way up around the small of your waist and fix your hair that had been furiously rubbing against the seat and was now in some knotted mess.

“You look like a slut.” Jaehyun whispers and you hear Winwin chuckle from the driver’s seat.

Jaehyun’s estate was perched at the top of a hill, stark white marble, with ten-foot pillars on either side of the steps leading up to the golden French doors that he had replace the original black wood ones.

Winwin parks in front of the mansion and gets out to open your door, and when he does, Jaehyun grabs you and kisses you, teeth knocking against teeth and spit falling to stain your dress. The breath is knocked out of you and you accept Winwins hand to help you out of the car in a daze.

Jaehyun gets out behind you and even though you’re already halfway up the steps you hear him, his voice low and gravelly. “Sure you don’t want to stay and join?”

You scoff at him, at how unbelievable he could be sometimes.

Winwins voice comes out in soft laugh, “Thanks for the offer but I have to be at Doyoungs dealership in half an hour, he has a classic De Tomaso Pantera and he’s giving it to me for only two hundred.”

Your ears perk up at how such an expensive car could be going for so cheap, especially a classic, but then you realize he means grand. Two hundred grand.

“Alright, well, I’ll call you if I need you.” You hear them clasp fists.

Winwin yells after you, “Y/N, I’m gonna miss you girl, have a good time, and don’t let Jaehyun fuck up your legs tonight, okay?” You hear the smirk in his voice as you turn around.

“Shut up Win and go fuck some bitches for me.” Jaehyun walks up beside you and grabs your arm.

Before Winwin gets in the car, he’s shouting one last response, “oh that’s a given babe.”

You’re going to miss him.

Jaehyun unlocks the front doors by typing a series of numbers on a keypad, evidence that Chenle and Jungwoo hadn’t come home yet. They were probably joy riding trying to pick up chicks in the Rolls.

On another night Jaehyun would have cared, but not tonight. Tonight, he’s grateful for the empty house.

The door clicks open and Jaehyun leads you inside the house. He shrugs off his jacket and throws it on the bottom step of the spiral staircase in front of you.

Kicking off your heels you start to walk towards it, but you feel Jaehyun’s hand snake its way into the roots of your hair and pull you back against him.

“What the fuck,” you cry out, “That hurts Jae.”

His top lip curls up into a snarl, “I haven’t even started yet.” He pushes you down, so you were kneeling in front of him. The marble floor was cold, and it seeped into your skin. You were surprised by his brashness, but your hands weren’t, automatically coming up to rub the sides of his legs and brush the straining fabric of his pants.

“Tonight, I’m going to make sure you remember who you belong to, so when you leave me to go live with a bunch of pretty boys you ache for my cock in you, understand?” the words leave him with such malice you feel yourself recoil.

God, you looked so pretty down there, knees bruising on his marble floors, patiently waiting for his cock in your mouth. It was true, what he said in the car, you looked like a slut. But you were his, and Winwin wasn’t supposed to laugh at that.

He hates when other men give you attention, couldn’t you see that?

“Understand?” You were taking a little too long to answer for his pace, so he crouches down to look you in the eyes.

“Yes – um, yes sir.” His eyes sparkled back at you, and even though he just hurt you, you would do anything for him in this exact moment.

“Good girl” he coos, his hand moving up to caress your porcelain cheek.

Your hands reach up to undo his belt, and he doesn’t stop you. He lets you undress him, take his cock in your hands, and stroke him, looking up at him the entire time.

“Suck.” He commands, and you have no choice but to oblige, taking him in your mouth and rubbing your tongue erratically.

His hands find their way into your hair, grabbing fistfuls so that he had something to grab onto. He unapologetically thrusts into your mouth making you gag around him.

“Fuck baby.” He loved hearing that sound.

Again and again, he thrusts, until your eyes were blurring with tears, and you wrenched your head away from him in an attempt to get a breath in.

“Can’t take it huh?” he coos.

“I can.” You pout, gasping for air.

He smiles down at you, “Well come on darling, let’s go upstairs.”

On the way to the bedroom, his hands never leave yours and you’re thankful for it. Thankful for the support.

When he gets to the room, he throws open the door and pushes you inside, towards the bed.

“Lay down princess.”

You do as he says and patiently wait for him to crawl overtop of you.

“How much do you like this dress?” He questions from across the room.

For a moment you wonder what he has in store, but then remember it’s best not to let your mind get the better of you in these types of situations.

“I think you like it better than I do.” You counter.

His face pops up from the side of the bed, and your eyes slide from his to what he was holding in his hands – a knife.

“I think you’re right about that.”

He takes a fistful of the dress and sticked the knife in it, dragging it down your body. The air was cold against your exposed skin.

“Fuck me.” You breathe.

“Don’t got to tell me twice.”

He hops up onto the bed beside you and tosses the knife onto the floor where he was just standing.

You were going to miss this the most.

———————

The next morning was a blur and the champagne you consumed last night was not helping in the slightest. At least Jaehyun had the decency to leave you a tiny blue pill that would eradicate your throbbing headache. Other than that, he was nowhere to be found while you were getting ready to leave the confines of his home for what could very well be months.

But as he always said, when business calls, you pick up.

Chenle and Jungwoo had also skipped out on the day of your leave, and when you walk outside you notice the Rolls was still missing.

They’re probably sleeping at a whore’s house, you thought.

The only one to greet you on your way, if only for a short ride, was Winwin.

“I’m glad to see you.” you slide into the passenger seat of the BMW. There was no need for extravagance today – no matter how much you looked the part.

Your hair was up in a complicated twist, small pieces falling down to frame your face, accentuating the curve of your jaw. Heavy diamond earrings dripped off your earlobes, matching the diamond necklace that sat at just the right length despite rubbing against the sore parts of your throat – the parts that had been in Jaehyuns hands most of the night. A beautiful dark blue dress, that was definitely meant to be a club dress, and a club dress only, hugged your body in all the right places.

It was going to be a fun evening.

The distance was short, but the ride seemed to stretch forever. You began to pick at your fingernails. What if this didn’t work? What if you couldn’t squeeze a place in Neo Culture? Taeyong surely wouldn’t reject you on the spot without assessing your skills, right? But then again, from what you’ve learned from Jaehyun, Taeyong could be cold and ruthless. There was a fair chance that you could end up missing tonight, just as Chenle feared, but you clamp down on your nerves. There would be no room for doubt. Not tonight.

You’ve been preparing for months on end. It would be easy. There was one steppingstone to getting to Taeyong, and then you would be in, welcomingly accepted into Neo Culture as one of their own.

You look out the window. City lights whipped by at a hundred miles an hour, blending in with the light rain that began to fall, it was beautiful, but nothing could prepare you from what you were about to see.

Lacuna, the most exclusive club in all of Seoul situated on a strip of more populated clubs lacking in luxury. The outside façade was two stories of dark black metal with strips of gold embedded to highlight the illuminated sign hanging just above the door. It sparkled with an intenseness brought out of heaven – or hell more likely, and the people lined up outside of the door, begging to be let in, begging to just have a taste of what was the normal for you, well, it added to the luxuriousness of the place. You could see flashes of purple and red neon lights spilling from the double doors guarded by two men in stereotypical suits and sunglasses.

As much as Jaehyun had talked about Lacuna, he had never actually brought you there. It was a shared space between and him and Taeyong, who even after the pact had to be in cohorts of some sort to settle financials for the two groups. It was the one place neither of them wanted to give up. So, it was turned into a neutral zone, a place for business.

Taeyong, however, loved to visit the club for amusement, and tonight just happened to be one of those nights.

Winwin pulled up to the curb and set the car in park, “Do well y/n” his eyes are sad, but the warm smile still made them crinkle at the corners.

“I promise.” You say, stepping out of the car, careful not to expose yourself to the people waiting to be let in. Your dress was insanely short, and if Jaehyun saw you in it, knowing that you were about to be dancing on one of the ‘pretty boys’ he warned you about, he would have thrown a fit.

The air outside of Lacuna was refreshing. The whipping wind blew scents of perfume mixed with liqueur in your direction. You could smell a burger joint further down the strip and your stomach rumbled.

Winwin pulls off from behind and you’re left with nothing but the clothes on your back, and a knife strapped on your hip.

Alright you’re a God in 3…2…1.

You strut up to the bouncers and flash them the sexiest smile you could muster. The people behind your mutter in protest, but you pay them no mind.

“What do you think you’re doing sweetheart? Back of the line.” The bouncer on the right looks down at you, an indiscernible look plastered on his plain face.

The one beside him scoffs, as if you had the audacity to even walk up to them.

“Do I need to call Taeyong? Let me in.” You continue to smile, your hand coming up to gesture at the doors. The bass thumped loudly from within the club, mimicking a heartbeat and definitely drowning out yours.

“I’ve never seen you with Taeyong. You’re not a friend of his,” he looks over at his buddy, “Not even one of his whores.”

They erupt in a fit of laughter and you feel your cheeks heat up in anger. You can hear a few of the people in line chuckling along with them even though they had no clue who Taeyong was.

This was not supposed to happen.

“You have about four seconds before I call him,” You drop your voice into a low whisper, “And trust me, he’ll have your heads blown off for denying me.” Both of their mouths turned down in a frown.

And just as you were about to pull out the phone you didn’t have, your savior steps beside you and tugs you close to his side. He must have drowned himself in axe body spray because when he throws his arm around you, it smacks you in the face, choking you.

“Yo, she’s with me.” The boyish lilt in his voice was calming. This was familiar territory. He was familiar.

“Are you sure Jaemin? I’ve never seen her with you before.” The guards give you a once over one last time.

“I’m sure,” you look up at him and see that he’s grinning down at you, “me and her… we go way back.” Pain flashes in his eyes, but just as quick as you saw it, it’s gone.

“Alright,” the guards step aside, leaving a narrow way into the club, “sorry about that miss.”

You give a small smile and slip past them into the small hallway.

You had memorized Lacunas ins and outs. Not only the main floors, but the hidden rooms and pathways that were reserved for Jaehyun and Taeyong only. You go through them mentally to recap, just as Jaehyun had taught you.

Black exposed brick with matching linoleum tiles led to a staircase which brought guests down to the first of three levels. It was the dance floor, with multicolored squares, which lit up in sync to whatever pop song was playing, hundreds of sweaty, semi-famous people could grope and grind on each other. Against the right wall was a dark oak bar in the shape of an L, with three finely groomed bartenders, and thirty-two seats exact. Just beyond the end of the bar were the bathrooms. In the left corner was the VIP section, or what the locals outside thought was VIP. They could order bottle service and topless women who were not named strippers, but ‘catered servers. Surrounding the dance floor were at least forty assorted chairs and couches so that those who were slick with sweat and hurting feet could take a rest. There was a small balcony that surrounded the top of the room, where the mechanics and engineers could get to incase of a break in the lights or sound system, but other than that, it was a pretty open room.

To the locals waiting outside, this was the only floor of Lacuna opened to guests. They were wrong. Those wishing to drop down to the second level had to pay a fee of ten grand. Only the richest of the rich, and friends of Taeyong and Jaehyun could get down to this floor. Lucky for you, you wouldn’t be exploring it tonight, but from what you heard, it would be… unfavorable should it ever get leaked to the public. With naked girls and private rooms, prostitution was only one of the ways Taeyong made his dirty money.

The last and final level was where Taeyong and Jaehyun conducted business. From what Jaehyun described, it was a plain, one room, sitting area. With black leather couches sitting opposite of each other and red walls, a small liquor cart to the side, and soundproofed walls, it was a haven in the midst of chaos. No one went in there but Taeyong and Jaehyun, and that was only on rare occasions. You would never be invited there, that was a given.

The only floor you’d have the pleasure of visiting tonight was the first one, and you had no problem with that. Unfortunately, your focus has been skewed from its original mission since your ex decided to make an unannounced rescue.

His arm is still around you as you make your way through the open hallway.

“What are you doing here.” His niceness, a façade for the guards, is dropped.

“I’m here to have a good time of course.”

His lips were only inches from your ear while you walk down the steps and onto the main floor, “You could have gone to a thousand other clubs, why Lacuna?”

When you try to turn towards the bar he pulls you in the opposite direction, leading you to the elevated VIP section. NO! You had to go to the bar and find Taeyong, but the grip on your arm was too tight for you to pull away. In truth, you could have pulled a knife on him, but this was Taeyongs guys, and your ex. You’d have to play it cool.

He pulls out a small ID card and flashes it to the bouncers guarding the steps, not stopping his stride.

The black leather is sticky against your skin when you sit down. It was slightly uncomfortable, and it didn’t help that you had to move every couple of seconds to keep you dress from riding up.

You roll your eyes, “It’s the biggest club in Seoul.”

The answer apparently didn’t satisfy him as you could just barely make out the click of his tongue over the thumping bass, “Okay so why are you here? You know this is where I do business.”

“God Jaem, why does it matter.”

“Don’t call me that anymore,” He yanks his hand back, “You lost the right to call me that when you broke my heart y/n.”

“Are you still upset? I told you – “You turn to lecture him about how that was years ago, but all of a sudden a smirk makes its way on his face.

This was the first time you actually got to look at him tonight. His tan skin and pearly white teeth were sure to drive the lady’s crazy, but what really took the cake was the one dangly earring hung low off his left earlobe. He was dressed in a white button up, the top three buttons undone, and bright red dress pants, with… were those Louis Vuitton dress shoes?

Way to level up on the fit game Jaemin.

“Nah, I’m just busting your balls.” He grabs his belly in a laugh that sent his earring reeling, “You should have seen your face.” He settles back against the couch and locks eyes with you. The red and purple lights cast shadows on his sharp face.

“For real though, why are you here? I haven’t seen you in forever!” his natural charm was making its way towards you like a poison that could cloud your mind. It was always his best asset. “You look great by the way, and I don’t mean that in an ex-boyfriend ‘I want you back’ kinda way.” His drifting eyes make their way over your body, up and down in an attempt to once over you, but when his gaze landed on the skin of your upper thighs, the once over became a more-than-once over.

“I’m actually here to talk to Taeyong. I’ve been drifting in and out of the business, doing assignments here and there,” You have to raise your voice slightly for him to hear you over the loud techno song playing, “but I really want something more solid now. Something permanent.”

It was so, so satisfying to see his eyes go wide at the mention of his boss, “Why Taeyong?”

You shrug your shoulders, “I heard that he was good to his people.”

“Heard this where? From whom, may I ask?” He pulls out a box of Altoids from his pocket and gestures towards you, but you wave him off.

Him and his fucking mints.

A half-naked server interrupts your conversation, carrying two fruity looking cocktails in her hands. “So sorry to bother you Mr.Na, but these are from the gentlemen at the bar.” She places both of the cold drinks on the small table in front of you, “He said to send your friend over when the two of you are done exchanging conversation.”

She stands there for a moment until Jaemin reaches one hand into the pocket of his slacks and pulls out a crisp roll of hundred-dollar bills, handing her at least five, “Very well then. Thank you for the relaying the message Celeste.” He hands her a couple more bills, “I’ll be looking forward to my private dance later.”

“Of course, Jaemin. I’ll be in room four as always.” They exchange a wink, and she walks off, ass swaying back to the bar.

Your insides freeze when you realize who she was walking towards. Bright pink hair falling into his eyes, a diamond bracelet dangling from the small of his wrist, a matching necklace to go with it. One hand wrapped around the base of a scotch glass filled with the dark amber liquid that fell from his mouth and landed on the dark green material of his suit. You watch him pick up a napkin and dab at the stain, and you could tell he knew you were looking at him. He was purposefully averting eye contact.

He knew you were here, but that didn’t shock you as much as it should have. He had eyes and security crawling all over this place, he probably knew the minute you got out of the car, the exact second you stepped foot on the sidewalk. What took you by surprise was the fact that he thought he knew who you were.

We’ll see about that.

You shift your attention back to Jaemin and answer his question, “I just heard about him while I was completing a job once. I don’t remember the guy or his face, just that he talked very highly of Taeyong.”

Jaemin stuffs the roll of hundreds back into his pocket alongside the box of Altoids, “And how did you know he was going to be here tonight?”

“Looks like he knew I was going to be here first.” The hundreds of people dancing on the multicolored floor were lost in the world of smoke, alcohol and sweat. You wonder how they could be so oblivious to what went on in the same exact building they were losing consciousness in, “Come on Jaemin, you know how I know. It’s all part of the job.”

“To be honest Y/N, after our breakup, I didn’t think you’d be in the business anymore. I thought you’d finally move on since you had such a problem with what I did for a living…” he wipes his sweaty hands on the thighs of his pants.

“You taught me everything I know Na Jaemin. I couldn’t move on from that,” It was such a lie, you almost started laughing in his face. It was Jung Jaehyun who had taught you everything you knew. Carefully crafted and molded you into the person you were, the killer you were. “Plus, I needed a way to make cash fast since it was just me and Chenle.”

The corner of his eyes crinkle in a smile, “How is he doing?”

“I haven’t seen him in months.” Another lie.

Was it really so farfetched of a lie though? Chenle skipped meals, stayed in his room during the day and went out every night. It was as if he had been missing for months. It was only because he knew your departure from the group would be soon, and you knew that he was trying to separate himself from you to save his emotions. Just like in the car, he was prematurely mourning you.

His smile drops immediately, and his gaze shifts to the side, “Y/N, I’m sorry…”

“Really, no need for that Jaemin. I’m sure he’s fine.” You knew he was fine. He was probably at home playing racing games with Winwin, if not out on an assignment for Jaehyun. Actually, what was the date? The seventh? Ten would be flying in soon. They were probably headed to the airport to pick him up.

“I’m sure he is too,” He pats your knee, trying to comfort you, but all he manages to do is smear his sweat onto you.

Gross

“But I must ask how me and my team haven’t heard of you? We cover all the way to the border. How come your name hasn’t been brought up before?”

There it is. The number one question of the evening. The question that you and Jaehyun have had to prepare for and set up months, even a year in advance.

You grab the drink that was beginning to melt and slyly drop a small tab that Renjun had given to you, into it. If it were drugged, the tab would turn bright green and fizz up, if not, it would simply dissolve. Unfortunately for you, Jaemin knew your tricks and saw.

“You really think Taeyong would drug you?” He takes the drink out of your hand and takes a sip, pausing for a moment and then shooting a condescending glare that said, ‘see, told you so.’

“A person can never be too careful,” You snatch the drink back from him and gulp it, “but to answer your question, use a fake name and lie to old, filthy rich men and there’s nothing you can’t get away with.”

“I’ll believe it.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see Taeyong shift in his seat. His eyes scan the crowd almost hungrily until they land on you. He offers a sweet smile, but you don’t return it. Just looking him in the eyes gives you chills. Jaehyun always told you he was a cold and ruthless business partner who’d make anybody that was a threat to him, and his business disappear out of thin air, but looking at him right now, with his pink hair and skinny body… where was the threat? You knew you shouldn’t underestimate one of the top leaders in this kind of business, but, really, where was the threat?

Your eyes flit back to Jaemin’s, willingly giving him more information that would help elaborate on your cover story, “Have you heard of Kora Gene?”

“Yeah, she’s one of the best assassins in the country,” He slides over closer to you, hips almost pressed together, so a girl, who you saw eyeing him the entire time, could sit down and pretend to be on her phone, “Do you know her?”

You’d be lying if you said the close contact didn’t make your heart skip a beat. Not in a romantic way. You just haven’t been this close to him in so long, it felt weird.

“That’s my business persona. I am her” You watch Taeyong chuckle into his glass as if he could hear you, and you wouldn’t be surprised if Jaemin was mic’d up right now.

“No shit.” His eyes go wide, mouth dropping to form a shocked ‘O’, “Me and my team were planning to go looking for you to try and recruit you.”

The song playing stops for a brief moment, enveloping the club in sounds of shuffling feet, glasses clinking, and girls squealing, and begins playing one of your favorite songs.

DJs got taste.

“And here I am trying to get recruited. I guess things work out when they’re meant to be.” You were getting restless, and you could tell Jaemin was too. He probably wanted to go to room four so he could receive his ‘private dance’ from Celeste. In fact, you knew he wanted to go because he starts fiddling his fingers together, he was itching to run his hands over her skin while she shook her ass for him, and ground down all against him so that he was begging her like he did for you, and then when he finally -

Whoa. Stop thinking y/n

Your cheeks are hot when he speaks up, “I guess I should let you go talk to Taeyong cause every couple seconds he looks over here and I’m pretty sure that’s his third glass of scotch.”

A breathy laugh slips past your lips, “It was nice catching up with you Jaemin.”

Your hand is thrust out in a small attempt at a handshake, but Jaemin turns it down. “So formal,” he laughs and shakes his head, “well then good luck, I’ll stop him if he tries to put a bullet in your brain.”

“I’d gladly appreciate that.” At least he still had your back. Unless he didn’t really mean it. Would he let Taeyong kill you?

Short answer: no.

Long answer: there was no way that would even become a situation, because after hours upon hours of studying the man you were about to sitting in front of and talking to, you knew he didn’t get his hands dirty. That’s why he recruited other men, to do his work for him.

What’s the point in underlings if you have to do everything yourself? What’s the point of being the boss, the leader, the shot caller.

As soon as you stand up to leave, a drunk couple immediately claims your spot on the couch, furiously making out. You look at Jaemin one last time and see him wiggling his eyebrows. With a roll of your eyes, you walk down the steps and make your way to the bar.

This was nerve wracking, and you can’t help twisting the ring around your finger that Jaehyun had given you. God, you wished you were home and lying next to him in bed. Instead, you were pushing past young men whose hands were grabbing and tugging on your waist. One kid goes as far as wrapping his arm around you and pulling you flush against his chest.

“Fuck off.” You curse. He shoves you away and continues dancing with another girl who had fallen victim to his clutch.

If Jaehyun were here to witness that, the kid would have had his head blown off. No. Jaehyun would have had Ten torture him and Winwin drop him somewhere in the Han River after burning his entire body to a crisp.

No trace, no crime.

Taeyong should surely know that quote, after all, he came up with it.

Finally pushing through the thick of the crowd, you were only a couple strides away from him. He was fully facing the bar now and the stool next to him was empty, calling you forward to take a seat and sell your soul to the devil.

The bartender, sporting a name tag with Alice written on it, has leant over the counter to talk to him. Her boobs were practically spilling out of her shirt.

You catch the tail end of their conversation when you walk up, “… be my pleasure sir.” She makes eye contact with you when she leans in to whisper in his ear, “I promise I’ll be a very good girl.”

You hear his clear his throat, his voice breaking a bit, and it takes everything in you not to laugh.

“Good evening Mr. Lee” You slide in next to him, and adjust yourself, leaning one arm on the counter and turning your body to fully face his.

His side profile bares a charming grin without looking at you, “Really, Y/N, no need for the formalities,” he swivels his chair so he’s facing your way, “It isn’t necessary for this… exchange.”

You were shocked but not surprised that he knew your name, “So Jaemin was mic’d up.”

The grin falls flat, “You knew?”

“I’d like to say that I’m very aware of my surroundings.” A feeling of accomplishment washes over you at stunning the so-called leader in front of you.

“And I’d say that you’re just a good guesser.” He dips one of his fingers in his drink and swirls it around the glass.

“Maybe.”

“What were you talking about?” Taking his finger out of the scotch glass, he brings it to his lips and sucks off the excess liquid.

Isn’t that what girls did to get the attention of a man?

“You were eavesdropping on our conversation long enough to catch my name,” You were entering dangerous territory by speaking to him this way, but hopefully he took it as light banter, “Shouldn’t you know what we were talking about?”

“I wasn’t, I promise,” He chuckles, “The mics we use aren’t communication devices. They record everything and send it back to our database so that if one of us end up missing, we have a recording of everything that went down.”

That was actually pretty smart. Jaehyun would have never thought about that.

Even then, it still begged the question, “Then how do you know my name?”

“You’re his ex, right?” He gestured towards where you and Jaemin had been sitting. With a quick glance you realize he wasn’t there anyone.

Probable with Celeste.

“Yeah, but I don’t understand, we broke up before he joined your group?” A booming thump comes from the speaker as one of the top KRNB songs comes on. The crowd screams in unison which jars you a bit but locking eyes with Taeyong and it’s as if you were the only two in the club.

“We needed a list of all the potential enemies he could have, and you were one of them.” his eyes wash over your body, “Besides, it’s hard to forget a face like yours.”

Completely ignoring his looks, you were taken aback, “An enemy? Me?”

Does this mean they were watching you after the breakup? They must have had eyes on you. He said that no one forgot a face like yours. That means he’s seen you before. Did he know that you were with Jaehyun? Or did they only keep tabs on you for a couple months before determining that you were no threat to their operations?

He just shrugs his shoulders, “So what were you talking about?”

“You, actually.” A glass full of a bright blue liquid is slid in front of you.

“Ah, was I really the topic of conversation? I’m blushing y/n” he picks up his glass and downs the remaining scotch without expression when a similar drink is slid in front of him.

You know that burns Taeyong.

“Not to burst your bubble but it wasn’t directly you, but rather Neo Culture.”

He flicks an eyebrow up waiting for you to continue.

“I think I could be valuable to your team.” You shift in your seat, “There aren’t many women in this industry, and none as good as me. I’m sure you’ve heard of Kora Gene.”

“Yes, she’s been mentioned a few times to me.” He pauses for a moment, “let me guess, that’s you?

A smile creeps on your face, “yeah it is.”

“Alright then let’s cut to the chase. I know who you are, and you obviously know who I am. What are you here for? Money? Protection?” He crosses his arms in front of his chest and look at you with tired eyes.

You scoff at his audacity, “I make more money than I need, and it’s funny that you think I need protection. I’ve earned my place in this field of work, I deserve the name I made for myself, I’m simply tired of working alone and your team could fix that.”

He’s done more business deals than you could imagine. Your pitch to him was just that, a pitch, and if he didn’t accept then you would probably be killed. He knew you knew too much about him.

“Me and my so called ‘team’ as you say, aren’t just that. Yes, we handle business together, but we’re a family. That’s what you’re looking for?" You can tell that you’ve piqued his interest. He’s never had a female work for him. There were so many ways he could use you with his line of work.

“Something like that.” You lift your drink to your lips and sip slowly, making sure to look him in his eyes.

There were so many ways he could use you.

He straightens up in his seat and adjusts the bracelet on his wrist, “I trust you’re not mic’d and waiting to ambush me and my family y/n?

You put the drink down and lick your lips, “Do you want to check for yourself?” your hands slide up the bodice of your dress, and you part your legs.

His adams apple bobs up and down when he gulps, “I would rather not, but I think it’s best that before we get any further into tonight you know who’s on my, ‘team’” He puts air quotes around the word,” Of course, you’ll meet them formally tomorrow if you do end up passing my sort of… initiation of trust tonight.”

He turns his chair and points to the corner of the dance floor, “That one in the striped button down, the black and pink one, is Haechan.”

The blonde kid was having a hard time catching the ass that was being thrown back against him, but nevertheless he had his tongue stuck between his teeth in concentration. He was an alright looking kid, surprisingly young looking to be in this sort of life, but then again, you weren’t that old yourself.

“He looks like he’s having fun.” You snort, folding your arms across your chest. This was the time to drink in all the information to report back to Jaehyun. All you needed were their secrets.

Easy Peasy.

“Yes, tonight wasn’t supposed to be work related,” Taeyong says, a smirk fighting its way onto his face, “he’s definitely having fun.”

You can feel the eyes watching you then, pouring their iciness into your soul, and when you skirt his eyes, you find it hard to catch your breath. “What about the one that’s staring bullet holes in me.”

A boy who looked older than Haechan was looking intently at you and Taeyong from across the dance floor. His head was high, narrowed eyes peering down the bridge of his nose. The leather jacket perched on his broad shoulders had to be filled with guns, no doubt. He had one tucked into the back of his waist band, you knew that from the way he stood – only his shoulders touching the walls to not set any of them off. If you hadn’t done extensive of research, you might have been taken aback, but you knew his intense demeanor was all an act. That didn’t mean you could be careless though. His trust was going to be the hardest to get.

“That would be Jeno,” Taeyong nods his head in his direction, and only then does Jeno take his eyes off you, “I’ll have to talk to him before we leave so that he knows your off limits for tonight.” He grabs his drink and swallows the rest of it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. This time he grimaces but you were almost sure it was at the prospect of talking his wannabe guard dog down and not the burning alcohol sliding down his throat.

He had definitely piqued your interest with his terminology, “Off limits?”

Looking up from his lashes, Taeyong’s eyes gleam in pride, “He tends to be a little on edge when it comes to outsiders interacting with me. It’s nothing more than that.”

So Jeno is the one that watches Taeyong’s every move, ready to kill in an instant for his leader. His family, as Taeyong put it.

His eyes move from yours as he scans the club looking for one more person, the one you were excited to meet the most.

“Ah there he is, the one walking out of the bathroom is Yuta.” A tall man with long hair walks by, one arm tugging a girl behind him. Her hair was mussed up, dress haphazardly slipping off her shoulder. When she passes, you can see that her zipper was broken, and she was holding it together with her free hand. Yuta looks at you for a split second and then turns back to the girl behind him, obviously occupied. “And you’ve already met Jaemin.”

“I’ve known Jaemin for a long time.” You smile wryly.

Taeyong holds a finger up as if remembering something, “You won’t meet Mark tonight, but no worries, if you’re still alive by Monday, you’ll have a pleasant time meeting him.”

His abruptness takes you aback, slumping your shoulders and pushing you back in your seat, almost like a physical hand. You gulp air down, hoping that it isn’t evident on your face just how scared you were.

You should be scared anyway. You knew that if they killed you Jaehyun would start and all out-gang war.

He saw that worry on your face, and at a weak attempt at consoling you, he says, “This is business y/n, it hasn’t become personal yet.”

“Of course.” You understood how the business works.

“Excuse me while I go talk to Jeno about this, enjoy a drink on me?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls a roll of hundreds just like Jaemin had. He takes a few and slips them onto the counter before stepping away to slip between dancing couples to talk about your fate with Jeno.

———————

You don’t know how long you sat there, aimlessly pretending to sip drinks to provide the illusion that you were doing exactly what Taeyong had said without getting drunk.

Maybe that was his intentions. Get you drunk enough to where you were pliable under his command. Whatever the case may be, you weren’t that stupid.

When he had walked away, your eyes never left him. He had sat down next to Jeno, whose eyes were still staring daggers into your own, and only did they break when Taeyong put a hand on the youngers shoulder.

An uneasy feeling had unfolded in your stomach when looking him in the eye. He had the stare of a killer, but then again, didn’t they all?

Taeyong had sat there for a few before dragging Jeno away, up the stairs and to what you could only assume was the outside of the club. If you hadn’t of known better, you would have thought they had abandoned you, but Haechan was still grinding away on the dancefloor, and so you knew they were only conversing – maybe sharing a cigarette.

You were itching to call Jaehyun right now and tell him everything. Spill every last drop of information you had gathered, but when you really thought about it, you had nothing yet. Nothing of worth, at least, and so you sat. And you sipped drinks aimlessly, eyes scanning the club for the other members scattered throughout, and hands playing with the hundred-dollar bills Taeyong had laid on the counter.

It was funny how frivolous they seemed to be with their money. As if they didn’t have a care in the world. Really though, who carried around a roll of hundreds in their pocket, no matter if you were strapped or not? Odd. Really odd.

Jaehyun had never done that.

A hand lands on your shoulder and you flinch. You don’t turn around. You knew they’d come to you. And just as you had that thought a pair of lips find their way to your ear.

“Come outside.” He yells over the blaring music.

His hand moves from your shoulder, all the way down your arm and settles in the palm of your hand, helping you up from the stool.

The uneasy feeling in your stomach disappears as you realize its Jaemin, hair slightly disheveled and top holding on by one button. His glittering smile sends your heart slamming in your chest, but you brush it off as being the bit of alcohol you had consumed.

He must’ve had a good time with Celeste if he was looking like that.

You follow him willingly, through the throngs of people dancing and up the stairs, down the hallway in which you had come early and finally out into the hot evening air.

There was still a significant amount of people in line, though not as many as before; those probably filtering off after realizing they were never going to get into Lacuna.

Across from the entrance was a Mercedes van and from your spot halfway in the club’s entrance, you can see bright pink hair in the driver’s seat.

A van.

They brought a van to a club.

“So, none of you were planning on bringing bitches home, hm?” You joke halfheartedly, and Jaemin chuckles.

He tugs on your hand, bringing you closer to the vehicle, “Yong prefers us not to bring anyone back when we have assignments the next day.”

Interesting.

Work and play are separate, but there are still boundaries. Efficient. You liked it.

Jaemin climbs in before you, heading to the last row of three, and takes a seat. You follow suit, one hand holding your dress so that nobody in line got a free show.

No one else was in the car. Just you and Taeyong and Jaemin, and somehow, you liked it that way.

“Close the door.” Taeyong mumbles, shifting the van into drive and pulling away from the curb, barely giving you time to register what he asked.

You fumbled for the handle and pulled it closed. “What about the others.”

Jaemin smiles, “They drove separate.”

“They’ll meet us there.”

Taeyong closes off the sentence, leaving no more room for questions, and only room for you to wonder where this ominous ‘there’ was.

Were you going to their house? Base? Whatever they called it. Jaehyun had called his the ‘Jung Estate’, but you had just called it home.

Was he taking you to some kind of test? Were you going to have to get your hands dirty tonight? You wanted to prove yourself, lord knows it was the only reason you were here right now, but did you really want to get your hands bloody? Clean up a murder?

Maybe they were taking you to get dinner? It wasn’t as late as you had thought, with one glance to the dashboard it was only brushing midnight.

You decided to calm your mind, and sit back, head resting against the headrest, face turned towards the large side windows. The town was a blur, lights and people and sounds melding into one long streak.

No one spoke for the whole ride. Not until Taeyong slowed the car to a stop and rolled down the window to talk to a security guard.

“Only be a minute.”

“Yuta came through already.”

“Yes, Jaemin and a Guest.”

“I see…”

You look around and see a bright orange glowing sign that read ‘Private Parking’. You were at a parking garage? On the west end of the city, nonetheless. Thoughts were moving through your head at a million miles an hour. Was he going to have you jump? Shoot someone off the top? See how long your range was?

“Be careful”

“Always am Taem” And with that he’s driving, up and around and straight and up and around and straight – passing the levels like they were nothing. Up and Up and Up until your free of the stuffy garage and at the top – the roof, overlooking the west end of Seoul.

Ahead of you were three cars lined up. An orange Lamborghini, a yellow Ferrari, and an Audi A6 – expensive taste, but good quality cars.

Sitting on the hood were the owners. It took everything in you to stop the reappearance of your earlier drinks, not wanting to paint the Mercedes interior a bright blue.

Taeyong brings the van to a stop in front of the three cars and gets out, opening the sliding door for you and Jaemin.

“Let’s go.”

Hesitantly, you climb out, the air hot on your exposed skin. The orangish glow of streetlamps light the cracked concrete as you walk over to where the others were.

Jeno, his ink black hair blowing in the brisk wind was leaning against the matching Audi. He favored speed, how… fitting.

Haechan, drunk and stumbling, wasn’t attached to any particular car, but rather held up by Yuta, whose hand was twisted harshly into the fabric of his button up.

“Oh, come on,” Jaemin groans from behind you, “did you let this drunk fool drive my car.” You can hear the cringe in his voice.

Yuta grits his teeth, “Well, I didn’t really have an option did I Jaemin? I can’t drive both.”

“Don’t worry Jaem, I wasn’t going to crash it. Jeno would kill me if I crashed it.” Haechan was slurring his words, making it almost impossible to hear him. You were surprised he was still standing.

Jaemin runs a hand through his hair, “Shit, I’ll drive it back.”

“Quiet.” Taeyong all but whispers, “We have some business to take care of.”

Your eyes lock onto the back of his suit and watch him walk between you and the other three guys.

Jeno’s eyes never leave you, but Yuta casts one uninterested glance your way and is dragged back to keeping Haechan from taking a nosedive off the side of the building.

You would have laughed if it were any different scenario.

“This is Y/N, formerly known as Kora Gene, –” Yutas eyes snap up in your direction, attention grabbed. “ She wants to partner with us. Become one of us. Live with us, dine with us, do jobs like us.”

Taeyong isn’t looking at anyone when he speaks, only the ground, yet he was smiling bitterly.

“You all know the initiation test she has to pass.” He lifts his head up to look at you, “I’m going to give you a single order. If you can complete it, you’re in. If you can’t, well” He chuckles, hand going to back of his waistband.

He draws out a sleek nine mm Glock and takes off the safety, gliding the barrel right between your eyebrows.

You don’t flinch. You don’t even move. You do shiver.

It’s been a minute since you’d had a gun pressed up against you.

“I guess we’ll have to kill you.”

You hear someone behind him chuckle, and you guess it’s Jeno. The only one sadistic enough to find amusement in the prospect of blowing your brains out.

Taeyong pulls the gun back and offers it to you, handle first, and you take it from him.

This wasn’t the first time you had held a gun, nor the second or the third. You’ve shot a gun, in fact, you were good at it, great, even. You could have taken Jeno in a shooting match right then and there and probably would have won, but this wasn’t the time for competitions.

“Yuta.” Taeyong says softly.

The man comes to stand next to him, dragging Haechan behind him.

“Woah!” Haechan yelps as Yuta grabs both of his arms and locks them behind his back. He kicks the back of his legs out from under him, forcing the younger boy to fall on his knees.

“Hands behind your head Hyuck.” Yuta steps off to the side leaving the kid on his own.

Hyuck? That must be a nickname.

The younger boys’ eyes were wide, from both alcohol and adrenaline you were sure, “What’s going on Yong?”

His question was ignored as Taeyong was looking at you pointedly.

“Ready for your task?”

His voice is calm, smooth, unnaturally so as you had a loaded weapon in your hands.

You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak, because surely your task couldn’t be what you thought it was, right? Surely Taeyong wouldn’t ask you to –

“Shoot him.”

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