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jongbross · 1 year ago

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lotto. (mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader)

pairing: mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader

word count: i have no idea

genre: smut

warnings: description of sexual activities, thigh riding, swearing, mentions of crime, lust, junmyeon has such a soft spot for reader

a/n: i wrote this some time ago as a birthday gift to my friend with another idol but i think it suits junmyeon so muchhh 🥺 anyway, this is not part of kinktober but it's definitely a good way to kick it off! 🤗

the loud music wasn’t actually enough to overlap the sound of cheering, talking, and laughing coming from the whole place. hundreds of people were smiling, although you didn’t believe any of them were truly happy. you could see money, alcohol, drugs, and lust everywhere you looked, but never truly happiness.

well, fuck it. they were all grown up adults afterall, they knew what they were doing. it’s not like someone forced them into that warehouse, into that world. you knew way too well how inviting and exciting the whole thing was, so you couldn’t blame them - although your addiction wasn’t gambling, drinking or doing drugs; although you had actually found love within those walls.

a man screaming after winning what seemed like a lot of money caught your attention. the blonde man threw herself on any guy next to him, suddenly kissing him. it didn’t go unnoticed to you the ring shining on his left hand’s finger though.

“enjoying the show?”, a very well-known voice spoke behind you, making you instantly smile.

“just seeing by myself what hell must look like.”

“wow, hell…”, he said, holding your waist and placing himself beside you now. “that’s a new nickname.”

you laughed, eyes trying to find again the couple of dudes you just saw kissing, but couldn’t find them anywhere. well, that only meant one thing…

“why do you keep coming if you don’t like it here?”

you looked at him, seeing his perfect side profile as he admired what he had built mostly by himself. the loudness, the lust, the illegal actions taking place inside that warehouse didn’t bother him - if anything, he liked it.

“because i like you and i wanna be a supportive girlfriend”, you said like it was obvious.

“okay, two things: first, you were already supportive from the moment you didn’t leave me when you found out about this. secondly, you keep calling yourself my girlfriend, but, baby, i thought we were past that a long time ago.”

if god truly existed, you prayed she didn't let junmyeon see how you blushed at that.

“yeah, well…”, you tried to come up with a reply, but after a few seconds when your brain still didn’t process anything good to say, you just trailed off and let the conversation die.

junmyeon laughed beside you, pulling you close and caressing your body. from the moment he got involved in “bad things”, he accepted that he would never find someone who he could love. he accepted the fact that, to make his name big in those kind of business, he needed to let go of any normal shit people do - like going out on dates, maybe getting married, maybe having children. he was okay with that. he knew what he got himself into when he was around 15 years old.

but that was until he met you.

that was until he saw you fighting back one of his guards at the door of one of his clubs - well, it wasn’t actually a club but you didn’t know that, he found out later. the girl in a burgundy top, pointing a finger at a huge guard caught his attention that night, and he just couldn’t ever let you go after that.

junmyeon didn’t know exactly how you turned into friends, and then into a couple, and then into whatever you two were right now. he just knew how he fell in love with you and, to be honest, how couldn’t he? what was there not to love about you?

“i like when you get shy”, he said only for you to hear, chin resting on top of your shoulder.

“i don’t”, you replied, still looking straight ahead. junmyeon didn’t miss the tiny grin on your lips though.

he kissed your shoulder, lost in a moment with you but in a lifetime of thoughts inside his head - all the thoughts about you. he closed his eyes for a bit, turning down all of his senses and just focusing on your smell and the way his lips felt against your skin. he couldn’t feel any other thing, couldn’t see any other thing, he couldn’t listen to any other thing…

or that was what he thought.

“sir?”, someone called behind you, making you both turn around. you looked curious at one of junmyeon's many guys, dressed in a suit, while junmyeon himself couldn’t look more annoyed. actually, scratch that, he couldn’t look more pissed. “there is a-”

“is someone dying?”, junmyeon asked, cutting the guy off.

“n-no, sir.”

“then why are you interrupting me and my girl?”

the dude went silent. he looked from junmyeon to you and then back to junmyeon, completely lost.

“i’m… i’m sorry, sir. i-i just thought you would like to know that-”

“well, i wouldn’t. so turn around and go fix it yourselves whatever happened. i don’t wanna know, and don’t fucking interrupt me again.”

“yes, sir”, the guy immediately said, bowing to junmyeon before going back to wherever he came.

you looked at junmyeon, staring down at him and noticing so closely how his expression changed the moment he looked at you and you two locked eyes. he went soft, all of a sudden.

“that was hot”, you joked, smirking when you felt his arm wrapping around your hips and pulling you close.

“yeah?”, he raised an eyebrow at you, what you knew was one of his ways to try to be sexy. little did he know… “i can show you hotter if you let me.”

“such a gentleman-”

the way he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away with him made you shut up though.

(...)

you watched as junmyeon closed the door of his big ass office behind him, locking it and checking it twice just to be sure. he knew no one would be crazy enough to walk in without knocking, but he liked his privacy secured.

when he turned around to watch you - his girl - he smirked. you looked breath taken, as always. his feet worked on their own and started to walk towards you without a warning. they only stopped when you were at junmyeon's reach, watching every move he made, every expression. you watched as he rested his hands on your hips again, one of his favorite parts of your body. you watched as he pulled you close, close enough to feel your breathing against his face. you watched as he closed the gap between you two, kissing you with everything he got, like he always did.

and then, you stopped taking track of his every move and started to focus on what you were feeling. you felt his tongue slipping into your mouth, you felt his hands traveling up your body to hold your neck as he kissed you, and you felt, overall, that familiar sensation between your legs.

“come here”, he whispered, leading you to the chair behind his desk.

he sat down first, unbuttoning your jeans and taking them down. you groaned when he kissed your stomach, hands resting on your thighs as you finished the job of taking off those goddamn jeans. junmyeon's looked up at you, watching your face as his kisses became openmouthed, his tongue feeling warm against your skin.

“will you take it off for me, baby?”, he asked, one of his hands tugging on your panties.

you obeyed, taking it off and letting him pull you onto his lap. junmyeon placed you on his left thigh, flexing his muscles the moment your bare skin hit his trousers.

“you’re going to ride my thigh here in my office like the good girl you are, okay?”

“you can’t tell me what to do”, you smirked at him, but the smirk was quickly wiped off your face the moment he flexed his thigh again.

“i’m sorry, you were saying…?”

you cursed a “fucker” under your breathe as you started doing what he said. your movements were lighty at first, enjoying the feeling little by little. you could both feel each other to the extent you loved the most, grabbing at each other whenever something felt too good. his hands on your waist, your hands on his shoulders now.

you moaned out loud for the first time, and that’s how junmyeon knew you were on the right track. he held your waist a little bit harder, helping the way you moved your hips down onto his thigh. he could feel his trousers getting wetter with your every move, and no words in this world could explain how he loved that.

fuck, no words in this world could explain how he loved you.

when you moaned again, junmyeon couldn’t help but moan too. he took a moment to look at you, at your expression, at the way your body was moving on top of his before going in for a kiss. he took your lips on his own, savoring you and swallowing your noises, his trousers feeling so tight now all of a sudden - but he couldn’t care less, he just wanted to make you feel good, as good as you always made him feel.

“fuck, myeon”, you groaned when he broke the kiss. your fingers were tightly tangled on his shirt, holding for dear life as if he could disappear if you let him go.

your hips started to move faster, harder, that familiar sensation building up inside you. you lost your goddamn mind when junmyeon decided to lick at your jaw, whispering sweet nothings to you in between the kisses, the sucks he’d leave on you; he poured his heart into those words though, promising himself at that very moment that he would do anything he could to always remember you how much you meant for him.

another loud moan echoed through the office, and he knew what that meant.

“come on, baby”, he whispered to you.

he didn’t have to say it twice. you finished with a call of his name, coming all over his thigh, his hands guiding your hips to help you ride through your high. junmyeon happily sighed when, at the peak of your intimacy - the moment right after the sex -, you let yourself collapse on top of him. you rested your forehead on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath as his hands traveled down to your thighs, caressing them.

seconds went by, minutes went by. nothing could touch the two of you, nothing could make him leave you, and nothing could make you walk away from him.

junmyeon smiled at the thought of always having you like that, of always being with you. but, at the same time that thought warmed his heart, it also made it ache. what if you ever got tired of him? what if you decided you no longer loved him? what if you realized he’s no good for you because of what he does for a living?

what if he had to go away someday and you didn’t wait for him?

“marry me”, he said, realizing that the words had truly left his mouth only after they did.

“what?”, you groaned.

“marry me. be with me forever. i want you forever.”

you smiled, looking up at him and holding his face in both your hands. you had the great junmyeon, the guy who built his own gang and his own way into the crime, wrapped around your finger.

“i’m with you. i always will be, a ring won’t change that”, you said, kissing his lips. “i promise i’m yours. isn’t that enough?”

junmyeon immediately nodded. anything you decided to give him was enough.

“it is for now. i love you."

“i love you too.”

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eomayas · 1 year ago

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testy • kjm

pairing: mob!junmyeon x wife!reader

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!

synopsis: reader pushes junmyeons buttons one too many times on vacation

warnings: pwp, p in v, swearing, doggy, choking, teasing, dirty talk, spanking, mentions of junmyeon being in the mob but it’s not that essential

a/n: i read a mafia fic the other day and now i’m a bit obsessed with my favorite men being mafia bosses or wtv so here is a mini.. self indulging story that nobody asked for but i wrote anyway. enjoy!!! this is unedited as always

junmyeon stands on the bottom deck of the yacht, phone pressed against his ear. the sun shines brightly on him, his shirt unbuttoned to get some color on his chest. his gold chain glitters in the light, and you’d be on your knees right now, if he ever decided to get off the phone.

you roll your eyes from up above and sigh. you tie your bathing suit coverup around your waist and slip your feet into your pink jimmy choos that match your pink bikini.

walking down the spiral stairs on the yacht, you get down to the deck where your husband stands on the phone. he turns around when he sees you and gives you a soft smile. you stare at him with your hands on your hips, unimpressed with his greeting, or lackthereof.

junmyeon opens his arm for you to walk into, and when you dont, he frowns, but continues talking on the phone. you sigh loudly, jutting your hip out to the side. your husband furrows his brows at you, keeping his eyes trained on you as he keeps on talking.

“jun,” you say, your voice full of irritation. he holds up his index finger to you, and you scoff, turning on the balls of your feet to go back to whence you came.

you huff all the way up the stairs, stomping your feet into the steps. untying your coverup, you ball it up and toss it onto one of the chaises and retake your seat, kicking off your shoes and rolling onto your stomach to tan your back.

a few moments later, you hear junmyeons footsteps and you roll your eyes. “baby,” he calls. you don’t respond and don’t look up when he stands behind you and blocks the sun. “you hear me talking to you, don’t you?” junmyeon says.

“didn’t know if you were talking to me, or one of your bitches on the phone,” you say, looking at him over your shoulder. by bitches, you mean one of his many men that look to him for orders and answers.

junmyeon chuckles and moves your legs so he can sit, placing them in his lap. “alright, i’m sorry,” he says.

“we’re supposed to be on vacation, myeonie! and you want to give orders when we’re in the middle of the ocean—i’ve barely even seen you!” you complain sitting up and turning around to face him. the smile he gives you is one that is mocking, and you frown at him. “don’t look at me like that, junmyeon.”

“you have my full attention, baby,” he says, motioning for you to come sit in his lap. you stay sitting on your knees on the chaise, your arms crossed over your chest.

“do i? because if you get another call, i’ll throw your fucking phone in the ocean,” you snap. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth, looking down at his feet before placing his eyes on you.

“you know i don’t like when you talk to me like that.”

“and you know i dont like to be ignored… consider us even,” you say. his face falls flat and he shakes his head, a small smirk on his face.

“careful,” he warns, narrowing his eyes at you. you poke your tongue in your cheek and weigh your responses. you could give up, and have him be sweet to you, or you could test him and push him to his limits.

“or what?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow. junmyeons face hardens and you two stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. you want to smirk, or worse, laugh, because it’s really a joke to you.

but it’s not for your husband, and you know it. which is why you push his buttons as often as you can, like now, even though you are annoyed at him and there is a better reason behind your attitude than simply just being bored.

junmyeon opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. he blinks once, a guilty look taking over his features when your face falls and your lips sag down. “don’t answer,” you say, reaching forward for his pants, but he’s quicker and stands up.

“it’ll be quick, baby,” he says, sliding the phone out of his pocket and pressing answer. junmyeon turns his back to you and walks over to the railing that overlooks the bottom deck. for a moment, you fantasize about ripping the phone out of his hands and chucking it into the water below.

instead, you gather your belongings: book, hat, sandals, sunglasses, water, and phone, and stomp down the stairs once again and put them away in the bedroom. you aggressively put away everything, putting too much force in opening and closing doors and drawers. you change out of your bathing suit and put on a loose dress and a pair of flat sandals.

angrily, you brush through your hair and pull it back into a low bun, frowning at your reflection. all you want is to spend some time with your husband, away from your house and his work and that general part of his life, and he can’t even give you twenty minutes of himself. and the trip was his idea!

huffing, you apply some lip gloss on your lips and grab your phone before heading into the kitchen/dining area. boat staff work diligently, and you want to tell them to stop, that your husband doesn’t deserve to be waited on, but you don’t. “hi, mrs. kim. dinner is almost ready,” your chef says. you give them a kind smile and thank them, opening the fridge to grab some of the cut up fruit.

you eat at the island, making light conversation with the staff. they relax around you in a way most people don’t with your husband, but you get it. junmyeon isn’t a scary guy, but he’s powerful and carries himself in a way that makes people dodge eye contact with him. if only they knew.

“hello, mr. kim,” the arrival of your husband makes the staffs chattering stop, and you hold off from rolling your eyes.

he greets everybody by name, shaking their hands and thanking them for helping you two out on your little trip. you don’t acknowledge him, not even when he puts his hands on your shoulders and hugs your from behind. “hi,” he says, kissing your cheek.

you grab his left wrist and look at his watch, scoffing when you see the time. “15 minutes is quick to you?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth and bows his head.

“i’m sorry,” he says, kissing your cheek. “but it’s business.” junmyeon mumbles. you snort and swivel around on the stool, quirking an eyebrow. “important business.” he says, like that makes it any better, or you any less annoyed.

“and what am i?” you ask, pushing your knee between his legs. junmyeon chuckles nervously and push your knee upward, his hands quickly jutting out to stop you. the look he gives you makes your stomach coil, but you pretend is has no effect.

“i need to talk to you,” he says, his voice low.

“then talk,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. junmyeon rubs his bottom lip and steps away from you, starting to walk the direction of your bedroom. you watch him, knowing that you should actually be following him rather than gawking.

“y/n,” his voice is full of authority and it even makes the staff glance at you before averting their eyes. you stare across the room at your husband, and he curls one of his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. his eyes dare you to stay seated, waiting for you to push him past his limits.

you stand up silently and walk over to him, not meeting his eye as you pass by him. junmyeon holds you by the hip, walking you to your bedroom. “lose the attitude,” he mutters in your ear, pushing you into the room and closing the door behind you both. “get on the bed.” he says, his voice calm. but you know better than to assume that he’s just simply telling you to do something.

you sit at the foot and he walks over to you, your eyes trailing over his frame as he stops in front of you. theres love in his eyes, and you think he’s going to kiss you until he roughly grabs your jaw in his hand, yanking your head up to look at him. “so you can listen,” he sneers, his eyes narrowing at you. you glare up at him, shifting on the bed to press your thighs together. and maybe it was your plan all along, to have him play rough with you after being testy with him all day. “are you done acting like a brat? hmm?” he loosens his hold on your jaw so you can answer him, but doesn’t let go.

“jun- yes or no?” he interrupts. you only glare up at him and he shakes his head at you. “is that a no?” he gives you an out, but you don’t take it. you continue to glare up at him stupidly and he scoffs. “turn around.”

you get on your hands and knees on the bed, your mind swimming in anticipation. you can hear him behind you moving around, but you can’t feel or see him.

junmyeon sidles up behind you and pushes your dress up so you ass is on display. you take in a breath as he rubs a hand over your flesh lovingly, like you’re delicate.

but rather than a kiss, or a squeeze, a harsh slap that contradicts his gentle action is delivered to your rear. you grunt and lurch forward, biting your bottom lip. another slap, and then another, and another.

by the time you count seven in your head, you’re resting on your forearms, ass burning as you raise it in the air. you know you can tap out and anytime, that he’ll stop if you show any signs or disliking it. but you like when he’s rough with you, even if that means pain for a little while. “myeonie,” you whimper, face buried in the bedsheets.

“what? is it too much?” his demeanor changes at the prospect and he crawls onto the bed next to you, lifting you up so he can properly look at you. there’s love and concern in his eyes, and it makes your heart melt.

you shake your head, sitting up and grimacing when your heels press into the skin on your ass. “no… jun, i want you,” you say, reaching for him. and your soft, loving husband disappears and is replaced with the man from moments before.

“you think you deserve it?”

“i-ive been good!” you say, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around him. he hums and kisses your neck once, twice, before pushing you down into the bed. “please?” you ask, pushing your underwear down and kicking them off.

“turn around,” he instructs, palming himself through his shorts. you do as he says, positioning yourself comfortably on your hands and knees and putting an arch in your back. junmyeon steps out of his shorts and boxers and strokes himself a few times before coming up behind you and gripping your ass.

you wince but press your hips back towards him, urging him to fill you up. “myeonie, please baby,” you plead. he presses the tip against your folds, dragging your arousal up the slit. you squeak out a moan, waiting for him to breach your hole. but he teases you like that for awhile, dragging his shaft in between your lips and dragging it across your clit, making you mewl out his name. “junmyeon, fuck, please just fuck me!” you beg, so frustrated with him that you could cry.

“baby wants to be fucked, but does my baby really deserve it?” he asks rhetorically, his hand sliding to your shoulder, resting on your collarbone.

“you’re so fucking an-“ you’re breathless when he slams into you and grips your neck tightly, yanking your head upwards. your vision blurs and your hands grip the sheets tightly, so tight that you feel like you might rip them.

“all that fucking mouth,” he grunts, slamming into you. you can’t think straight, can barely see straight or breathe, and it turns you on all the more. “all that fucking attitude—can’t say shit to me now, huh?” his hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp, his hold on your neck loosening. he fucks into you relentlessly, the only sounds being heard are you cries and skin on skin.

your arms shake beneath your weight and you collapse onto the bed, face smooshing into the sheets once more. junmyeon let’s go of your beck to grab your arms and hold them behind your back. your back stays arched and he continues pounding into you, the feeling of his balls slapping against your ass rhythmically making your toes curl. “myeonie, myeonie, myeonie!” you chant, clenching around him.

“shit, y/n, i’m almost there,” he groans, letting go of your arms to hold onto your hips. they fall limply at your sides and you don’t make a move to prop yourself up. “you’re so good to me, baby.” his thrusts slow down and become more pointed, pulling all the way out before slamming right back in and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“j-junmy, i’m c-close,” you manage, pressing back to meet his thrusts. he chuckles as your attempt and stills your hips by holding you tighter. “fuck, baby, ri- fuck!” you can’t hold back your release, gushing all over his dick, your cum running down your legs.

junmyeon follows after you, your release triggering his own. he cums inside of you, filling you up. whatever cum drips out of you gets pushed back in and you writhe at the feeling of being full.

your husband pulls out of you to clean the both of you up, and your body chagrins without his support. junmyeon comes back with a towel and cleans you off, your sensitive body twitching at his touch. “honey, are you okay?” he asks sweetly, pushing your hair out of the way and kissing the back of your neck. when you make a noncommittal sound, he rubs your sore behind. “do you still love me?” he asks, kissing your shoulder.

at that, you open your eyes and lift your head. “always,” you reply, craning your neck for a kiss. you sigh when he places his lips on yours and kisses you sweetly, a 180 from the way he previously handled you.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles against your mouth, supporting your jaw in his hand. “no more phone calls.” he adds and you smile against his lips. you wouldn’t mind if he took one more, as long as he winded up between your legs again.

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itstokkii · 9 months ago

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i'm gonna smoke you up

#did the mafia au #based on korea's 90s gangs(but less elaborate i don't have patience to draw the designs on the shirt)#hetalia #hws korea #aph korea #aph south korea #hws south korea #nyo south korea #im soo jin #aph north korea #hws north korea #im suho #tokki draws #깡패 fits go hard ngl

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tinymintygarland · 1 year ago

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The Nightshift

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Pairing: OT6 Mafia! Exo x Janitor! Reader

Summary: One day Song Y/n switches her day shifts with her best friend Nari . Who knew her Employers were fond of her?

Genre: Angst, Mafia Au, Fluff

Trigger Warnings; Mentions of Blood, Dark hallways, Kidnapping, Wounds, Needles, Alcohol, Drugs, Sex, Cat-Calling, Sharp Objects.

Exo Masterlist

Main Masterlist

A/n:

This is also taking place in their Lotto/Louder era :)

I also included what i think Chen’s IRL wife would be like based on assumptions. As much as I adore Jong-dae but my guy has a whole wife AND kids!!

Lmao this is based on a fic on my other blog and a dream so i wanted to write what had happened after if i continued dreaming. I would write what actually happened but omg it’s crazy lol.

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The city of Seoul was bustling. people taking phone calls. Others taking down orders. As well as some bussing tables, some cooking, some simply showing off that they had gotten promoted to a higher position.

However our story begins with a friendly janitor who was getting ready for her day shift. Down the road a bus that was meant for the company called SM was coming up a few seconds. the sun illuminating the shiny bus filled with SM employees. These were the highest and most hardworking employees. there were sections of the bus that had designated spots for the employees positions. as well as those that were disabled and were going through their maternity.

There stood a woman in her Mid 20′s. She had mid length H/c colored hair that was tied back into a ponytail a few strand finding their way out, her head also had a soft baby blue bandana. She had smooth S/c skin, her evenly toned lips smiled, her eyes shone in happiness at the conversation she held with the woman beside her. Her figure was hidden by her baby blue uniform that was a little loose fitting, her hands being hidden by the white rubber gloves.

“Oh y/n! I’m so glad you were finally able to stand next to me!” The pregnant woman smiled at the blue clad woman. This woman was the wife of one of the CEO’s. She worked at her husbands company before becoming his wife. She also had just come back from her vacation with him and opted to be with her friend rather than her husband. she cherished the small friendship she had with Y/n despite their different positions in the company.

“Oh yeah? I thought you would’ve ditched me for your husband hehe” The young woman giggled teasing her friend. This prompted a surprised expression from her friend and she giggled.

“Oh Y/n don’t worry I’ll set you up with someone too!” she teased her single friend. The janitor whined at her friends teasing. This continued for the rest of the ride and after a while the bus had come to a stop. The bus doors had opened signaling the employees of the company to step out and head to the elevators or the cafeteria to have some breakfast provided by the company. A benefit of working for the company.

The young woman helped her pregnant friend up from her seat and walked towards the cafeteria as they chatted. Y/n’s other friend had waved her over. It was Nari. Nari worked the night shifts and had made sure the company building had stayed clean for the employees in the morning.

“Hey! Y/n! Mrs.CEO! OVER HERE! I SAVED YOU THE BEST THINGS!” Nari shouted from a table with an excited smile. The two friends that had arrived gave each other a strange look and giggled at their energetic friend. The trio had greeted each other.

Nari is a good friend of Y/n’s. Her full name being Kim Eun Nari. She liked to be called Nari. Her long hair being tied into one single three strand braid, as well as the baby blue bandana. her porcelain skin contrasting her best friend Y/n’s. her hazel brown eyes shone under the florescent lights of the building. As the trio ate and caught Nari upon what happens when she goes home to rest.

The building doors opened and walked in one of the CEO’s of the company. His name was Kim Jong-dae. or as his employees had nicknamed ‘Chen’. He smiled as he made his way towards the table of the three women. The blue clad females teased their pregnant friend as they whispered to her that her husband was looking for her.

“Ladies and My lovely wife good morning” He greeted the trio with a smile. The Two single females greeted their boss with a smile while the wife smiled warmly at his husband. He sat down next to his wife coffee in hand as well as a pumpkin porridge.

“So Nari? how was your shift earlier? any gnarly clean-ups?” Y/n had teased her friend. To this the female rolled her eyes at her friends comment which had caused a laugh from the three.

“No but thankfully it was an easy night! wasn’t too bad after all I have you! you make my job way easier!~” Nari chirped as she took a spoonful of her Vegetable soup.

“Oh! while I have you here Y/n would you mind switching shifts with Nari tonight? As much as I love both of your cleaning methods the other guys want to see how you’ll both do if you switched. you’ll both get paid extra for the trouble” Chen chimed in with a bashful smile. I looked at Nari who grinned, I nodded my head and agreed.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt. why not?” I gave a nod and ate a bit of rice from the tray that Nari had saved for me.

“Then It’s settled. You can go home early today to rest up and then come back with Nari for the night” Chen added with a smile. I looked at Nari who was day dreaming and nodded when she was caught. To this she gave Y/n a look and they both stood up from their seats as their meals were completed.

“We’ll see you later Mrs.Kim!! Chen..” the two women teased their friends as they left the cafeteria with a smile and walked towards the janitor’s closet. One leaving her items and the other gathering her items for the day.

The female had begun her journey of cleaning the windows, taking out the trash and dusting the small areas of the building as well as opening the windows to air out the building.

I opened the window letting out the dusty air and took in a breath of fresh air with a smile. I felt a shadow loom over me and I opened my eyes to find a pair of brown eyes staring into mine. I rolled my eyes as I found Mark staring into mine.

“Hey! why the glaring? hehe you’re cute when your at peace” He laughed as he stayed in close proximity.

“Oh whatever don’t you have to get back to work Mr. Security guard?” I teased the male as I left my spot from the window and back into the building. The male followed behind me with a smile.

“Actually I am Y/n besides I’m making sure whoever comes in is not a threat to the building” He laughed as I sweeped the floor.

“Oh haha Mark at least I don’t get distracted easily” I laughed and watched his face flush at my comment. The doors opened at the entrance and walked in Taeyoung with a small smile.

“Hey Ms.Janitor!” The male smiled at the smaller female who gave a smile.

“Hey Taeyoung!” I greeted him with a shy smile. Mark gave a shocked look as the two interacted happily.

“Hey! why don’t you ever smile at me like that!” He cried out dramatically. I rolled my eyes at his comment. Taeyoung just laughed at his Co-workers attitude.

“Maybe when you’re less hyperactive she’ll take you seriously haha..” Taeyoung laughed. Mark looked in my direction as I laughed and huffed.

“Oh! speaking of which I heard you switched with Nari?” Taeyoung looked at me with a small smile. I looked in his direction and sighed.

“Sadly yes so now I don’t think I’ll be able to entertain your friend here for awhile” I groaned knowing that I would be in this building at late at night. and alone.

“Hey hey it’ll be okay besides I think Haechan and Johnny are working those shifts..Don’t worry!” He said with a small smile. I knew that my other friends did work at night but still made me nervous.

“Alright Alright..Thanks just makes me nervous of the building at night haha” The two males smiled at me and sighed. I smiled and waved them off as I continued my way up the building as I was called to the Second floor.

This floor was the most that needed extra care as they frequently spilled things onto the floors and didn’t care to clean it up and left it a sticky mess for me to clean. I sighed as I grabbed my scrubbers and bucket and made my way towards the area that had the spill carrying as well as the wet floor sign.

The day carried on as usual as I cleaned the spills, changed trashcans and dusted areas that needed to be tended to. As the day came to a close I made my way towards the elevator and pressed the button as I sighed waiting for the elevator to be called upon.I took one of my earbuds that was attached to my phone out of my ear as I looked up at the sign watching how much time was left for the elevator to make its way towards me. The doors made a ding sound as the doors opened. I made my way inside with my duster and rags that were in the loop of my pants and I reached over to press the first floor button but halted at the sound of someone calling out “Hold the door!”

I stopped and held my hand out to stop the doors from closing allowing the person to come in to the elevator. The male was much taller than me. I looked up at him, he had his hair dyed a bright red, his brown eyes gave a thankful smile. He had rather than a suit a grey plaid button up, black slacks as well as black dress shoes. He looked like any other employee but as soon as I took in his lanyard that was a Bright white it sunk in He was one of The CEO’s.

“Hey thanks for holding open the door haha” The red headed male smiled at me. His smile was nice. I gave a shy smile and nodded. I reached for my earbud ready to give the male some space but he did the opposite and began to talk.

“So...You’re Y/n? Chen’s wife talks highly about you during coffee breaks” he spoke with a smile as he stood across from me on the empty elevator. I looked at him and smiled at the mention of my friend

“Oh? she does? that’s nice” I smiled not knowing what to say.

“Sorry my name is Kim Chanyeol..I’m assuming you saw the lanyard.. don’t worry I don’t bite!” He gave a gentle smile.

“Its alright I just didn’t think anyone would be here considering I’m usually the last one that leaves..” I gave my honest response to him and gave a small laugh. He smiled at my response and nodded.

“So you’re our janitor for the switch? hehe well its nice to finally put a face to that name!” He said excitedly.

we continued our small conversation down the building we stepped closer now comfortable with each other the more we talked as friends rather than business.

“So? is it fun you know cleaning up our mess?” Chanyeol joked as he stood infront of me with his arms crossed. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

“Mhm~ definitely fun cleaning your-” I was cut off by the red head male reaching over me our bodies extrremely close as he pressed a button to a floor. our faces close and then he jumped away realizing how close we were. I blushed at the close proximity from when he pressed a button.

“Oh! sorry I forgot that I was supposed to meet the rest of them on the seventh floor but we’re now on the..third floor!” Chanyeol admitted with an embarrassed smile. I smiled at his cuteness and smiled.

“It’s alright I understand!” I smiled at the tall male that I had befriended. He gave a sigh of relief.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked with a big smile wanting to know what I had to say and I nodded at his words.

The elevator doors gave a small ding and I walked out the doors and turned to wave at him with a shy smile. To which he waved and smiled as the doors closed behind him.Once The doors closed I blushed heavily and pressed my hands on my face knowing that I had met one of my other CEO’s and had a friendly conversation and had gotten close to him on accident.

I waited for the elevator to leave and quickly made my way to my janitor’s office and closed the door behind me so I could react to what had just happened in secret.

“Get it together Y/n! you’re here to work! besides.. this is the last time I get to see the sunset from the big windows..” I sighed as I had began putting away my items that I had used for the day.I grabbed my phone plugging in my earbuds sticking them in my ears and playing music as I finished my routine. I finished putting my things away on a shelf I had begun filling the items that the company that would clean this month would need. I refilled spray bottles, I put the dirty rags into a bin that was reserved for the ones that would be cleaned in the morning and grabbed the clean ones as well as other items that would help them.

Once I had finished my restock One by one I had left a spare key for the company and hung it by the door so they could gain access to the office if they needed anything else extra for the night and smiled at my work. Whistling the tune of This is love.

Who knew My real shift began the night I started?

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The female was on her way to the SM building. However she was used to the daylight that shone brightly. The female sat on the bus for once as she was all alone. Her earbuds playing music calming her nerves as she watched through the windows watching as she neared the building. Her nerves getting more and more anxious as the bus finally stopped and she got up from her seat and made her way to the front of the building.

She was determined to finish cleaning this building as quickly as she could and wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. She took a breath and bumped into Johnny who gave her a raised eyebrow.

“Y/n? I thought you worked during the da- oh wait I thing Haechan already told me that you both switched..don’t worry you’ll be fine besides! If anything just radio us and we’ll be there!” Johnny reassured her with a smile.

“Thanks I just want this done as quickly as possible..” I groaned and made my way into the building beginning to clean as quickly as humanly possible with the help of anyone else that was on staff for the nightly clean as I was the one to lead. I had cleared the top four floors as they were the smallest of the 12 floors and continued for the rest of the night.

I finally had finished cleaning all 12 floors of the building as quickly and as clean as humanely possible and made it down to the first floor that was the last of them and breathed heavily.

“Jesus christ Y/n! you did all that in 8 hours?!” Haechan gaped at the sweaty state I was in. I was sitting on one of the couches and nodded.

“You would too if you were up there with a bunch people who were lazy at their job!!!” I whined and was finally able to breathe normally. The two nodded but were still shocked that I was able to clear all 12 floors by myself.

I stood up taking the final sips of water from my water bottle. My hand wiping the sweat from my forehead. I stretched my limbs finally walking to my small office again and took out what I needed and began to sweep the floors quickly not wanting to be here despite knowing that My friends were here.

I finally got finished with sweeping and finally began to scrub the dirty floors that seemed to be covered in muddy footprints despite the outside of the building to have concrete, I shrugged it off and continued to scrub the floors on all fours. This continued for another hour as I didn’t want to go up the stairs for another mop knowing that would make this quicker but didn’t want to up the dark floors.

Finally admiring my clean work I had gotten done. I had tied my long-sleeve blue shirt around my waist, showing off my figure that was hidden by the soft colored uniform. I took out an earbud and heard the elevator ding as the floors dried and watched seven men walk out of the doors. I looked away as I continued my work, grabbing my bucket and scrubbers. I knew that I had to walk past them to put away my things to be done with work.

“Y/n? what are you doing here? I thought you worked during the day?” I looked and saw Chanyeol among the seven faces. I smiled and walked up to him and Chen ignoring the stares from the other Five men.

“Hey Channie. Oh I thought you knew that Nari and I switched our shifts?” I said confused to why he had asked that. He shook his head as he kept eye contact with me. I looked over at Chen and smiled.

“I hope you’re treating my friend right Chen, and looks like to me they weren’t aware of the switch” I teased him to which he laughed.

“Dont worry I-” He was cut off by one of the other men. The three of us looked at the male who cut him off.

“Chen! Chanyeol! I didn’t know you guys were friendly with our cutie here!” The male with puppy eyes and dark hair cried out. I raised a brow at his comment.

“Excuse me? I have a name you know?” I shot at the male crossing my arms as the males chuckled.

“Hey! You realize I am one of your Boss’ right? The Names Byun Baekhyun but you can call me Baek~” He smirked and I rolled my eyes unphased by him.

“No way? So I’m Assuming you all are as well?” I looked at them all who grinned and nodded. I sighed.

“Dissapointed?” Baekhyun grinned

“No I knew Chen And Channie were but all of you? that’s a little insane don’t you think?”

“Well we do have the most sales besides these guys won’t give you trouble maybe except for Baekyun and Kai ” Chen laughed.

“Anyways let me introduce you guys! Since you already know Chen and I This is Baekhyun, Suho, D.O, Kai, Sehun and Xiumin!” Chanyeol introduced the other CEO’s.

I finally got a good look at them all. I couldn’t deny that they were all as good looking.

“Interesting.. well its nice to meet you I’m-”

“Y/n. we know I’m the one that hired you” The male named Suho cut me off. They all elbowed their friend who had cut me off and gave smiles.

“mhm whatever anyways I have to put this all away.” I made my way past them all feeling them all stare at me as I made my way towards my office. I opened the door and closed it behind me as I began the routine that was left to me and finished in less than 10 minutes. I swiped my card finally clocking out. I walked out of the office and found the others standing there Chen being an exception as he probably went off to meet with his wife.

When I had left the office I saw that they had all left.

what an interesting night that had been.

#exo #exoot6 #xreader #exo mafia au #exo masterlist #exo baekhyun #baekhyun #exo sehun #exo chanyeol #chanyeol #sehun #exo suho #exo xiumin #suho #xiumin #x reader

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rancidtae · 1 year ago

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ARCADIA'S LULLABY / the reboot

Genre: Mafia AU. Vigilante AU. Sci-fi (AI).

Warnings: Graphic violence, Strong language, Mature content.

Pairing: exo & Original Female Character (Jung Jiah/Kang Rina)

meet the characters

A/N: aaaaaand we're back! it's been a while. motivated by this exo comeback and a rewatch of the show that originally inspired this, I've decided to bring this blog back to life. This is a rewrite of a story i posted here a few years back. new scenes, flashbacks, plot improvements and easter eggs for part two are being added. (yes that is still in the works because this was always meant to be Part One of a series, including a bts centered prequel )

So, here it is:

If there’s one thing tenacious investigative journalist Jung Jiah knows about this city, is that trust is scarce and truth is a commodity. Forced to face a haunting past and reunited with the men she once considered family, instinct tells her to run and hide.

But when she finds that her childhood friends might be hiding the key to the one story she could never solve, she’s thrust into a web of complex relationships and blurred lines between guilt, trust, and betrayal. The quest for the truth takes center stage, and it reveals a world where neon lights cast long shadows, and nothing is as it seems.

CHAPTER 1: NIGHTCALL (OUT NOW)

CHAPTER 2: AFTERHOURS (OUT NOW)

#exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo mafia au #exo x reader #exo series #xiumin fanfiction #suho fanfiction #yixing fanfiction #baekhyun fanfiction #jongdae fanfiction #chanyeol fanfiction #kyungsoo fanfiction #jongin fanfiction #sehun fanfiction

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jetaimais · 2 years ago

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SOME NIGHTS YOU DANCE WITH TEARS IN YOUR EYES

CHAPTER THREE

pairing: baekhyun x reader, (in future chapters) ot9!exo x reader

genre: mafia, fluff, (in future chapters) smut

warnings overall: gang shit, cursing, violence, mature scenes, drugs, blood

warnings in this chapter: drugs, slight daddy kink, oral (f!receiving).

word count: 3k+

It’s three o’clock in the morning, and you’ve been in the club for two hours. Nothing is interesting enough to catch your attention and you start getting bored. You consider leaving when you suddenly catch sight of a tall lean man in the middle of the dance floor.

He is surrounded by women and men seemingly younger than him, all not immune to his charm. He’s dressed in a dark uniform that matches the dim lighting perfectly. He’s wearing what looks like normal dress pants and as a top he wears a black shirt that opened up, showing off his amazing abs. All of the black brings out the blue of his eyes that seem to light up at every movement of the lasers in the room— lasers that flicker and reflect on his perfectly smooth skin.

You continue to stare at him as you play with the drink in your left hand until you make eye contact with him. Your eyes never stop moving even when he turns around and starts walking to reach the other side of the club, he positions himself up against the wall and seems to be waiting for you to come over.

You grin to yourself because of the confused-looking women who were dancing around him who just happen to notice that he’s gone.

You graciously jump out of your seat and before taking a step, you leave your drink on the counter and plunge your hand in your black Chanel bag (that Baekhyun obviously bought for you).

You pull out a blunt and light it up. You bring the tip to your lips and inhale slowly. You let the smoke infiltrate your lungs before turning slightly your chin to meet the eyes of the beautiful stranger who’s still looking at you. As you exhale, his right eyebrow raises up at the sight and he smirks.

When Baekhyun asked you if you ever smoked you simply told him that you’ve never touched a cigarette, it wasn’t really a lie. You considered telling him about your nasty habitude of rolling up joints but the content he expressed when you told him that you “didn’t smoke” made you stop in your tracks. He obviously had a thing for innocent girls, so you decided to fully play the role just to please him.

But tonight, you were unapologetically you. You raise your head and take long strides towards him. Your black latex skirt rides up and you instinctively reach to tug at the hem but stop midway letting it crawl up to the middle of your tanned thighs.

You finally arrive in front of him, and the first thing you notice about him is not the huge scar on his face but how extremely tall he is. Even with your high heels you still feel dwarfed as he looms over you.

You don’t say anything as you take a big mouthful of smoke and purse your lips in a pout. You bring your hands to his jawline and he takes the hint, lowering himself to allow you to bring him into a kiss. You raise your tongue to push the smoke out in his mouth letting him inhale it. He separates himself from you just for a little bit and exhales on your face, making you scrunch your nose cutely. He stares at you blankly, but you recognize a certain pinch of softness in his orbs just like you do with Baekhyun. You tilt your head and look at him questionably as he continues to stare at you, studying your features. You entwine your arms around his neck, faintly listening to the booming bass playing in the back. He takes advantage of your new position to press his lips against yours. Deepening the kiss, he opens his mouth to yours. You follow suit, allowing him to take control. His tongue tentatively seeking entrance and he is rapidly met with your tongue fighting against his. In and out he plays with your mouth, leaving you breathless and weak. You grasp hold of his neck so you would not fall, giving him the opportunity to slip his arms around you. A contented sigh escapes your lips as he places butterfly kisses all over your neck up to your jaw. You moan slowly and bring the blunt to your lips once again.

He backs away, lips puffy, and looks at you as you give him a lovely smile, the smoke around you, making you look ethereal. He grunts softly and you feel your pussy clench at the sound.

He brings a hand to your head and curls a strand of your hair around the tip of his index finger, then slowly releases it, watching you as he uncurls his finger very, very slowly and lets it fall.

“So now, do you want me to fuck you here or do you want me to bring you somewhere calmer” He questions you. His voice is so deep and delicious that one word shakes you down to your toes. You force yourself to look away, take a few deep breaths, and lust returns as you look back at him.

“I have this beautiful place, but it is quite expensive” You flutter your eyelashes at him. At the mention of the last adjective, he shrugs. It’s an elegant, altogether disarming gesture. Without a moment of hesitation, he adds, “Tell me the address. I’ll drive us there.” He was truly magnificent, with those big eyes and sharp cheekbones.

He grabs your free hand, and you end up in a seemingly brand-new purple McLaren 720S. You put your seatbelt on as he starts the car. He asks you to put the address in the GPS. As you struggle to type the last numbers because of your acrylics, he takes the joint from you and takes a puff. He connects his phone to the Bluetooth station of his car and SZA’s new album starts playing from the console. Surprising taste of music, but nonetheless, very fucking attractive. Finally done, he slams his foot on the accelerator. You ride in companionable silence that reminds you of Baekhyun.

You take the opportunity to examine him once again. You look at his side profile. He’s handsome in an almost supernatural way. He has a nice build for his six-foot frame, not too bulky, yet not too skinny. His body is not the only good thing about him as you take notes about his face. Sharp lines of a strong jawline, with an equally strong nose set above pursed lips. His long lashes were enhanced by the kohl he put before going out. Another thing that reminds you of Baekhyun, you can’t wait to start living with him. You can’t see the scar from where you are and this only makes you want him to drive faster, not being able to wait to look at him properly.

After using a simple black card to pay for the 3 000 000₩ (about 2.8k dollars) room, you finally find yourself on the highest floor, not that you expected less from him. You always had a good intuition when it came to find rich men.

Not even letting you undress, he roughly pushes you onto the bed. You feel his warmth as he presses his fingers to your breast, touching you through your silk shirt. Your nipple hardens. He kisses your neck, but he doesn’t go further, leaving you wet and agitated. He stands back up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. You take advantage of the moment to take off your crop top and your skirt, leaving you in red-laced matching underwear. You lift your hand, only to be met with a slender waist. His body was beautiful, his skin as white as polished alabaster was littered with light pink scars. He slowly grabs your face with his left hand, thumb going in your mouth. You catch it with your teeth and lick it the tip. Slow, taunting, the way you’d lick his cock if he’d ask you nicely enough. He takes out his hand with a pop and lays you down on the mattress.

“I quite like the red panties” He hums appreciatively “They make your skin colour pop.” You gasp as he caresses the inside of your thighs, and you try to close them instinctively. “Shhh,” he murmurs. “I’m just going to touch these lacy underpants with the tips of my fingers. Like this.”

The light, teasing circles against the dampening silk of your panties are sweet little flames. Heavy, aching desperation begins to grow out of pleasure. The bed is soft. You curl your toes against the silkiest sheets you’ve ever felt and turn your face into the pillow. He presses himself on your body to kiss you and you feel his hard dick beneath the thin layers of fabric. His erection feels enormous. Unforgiving. Every soft, sleepy fantasy you had in the car comes roaring back, prickling over your skin and waking nerves gone numb from neglect.

He arches down, grinding his hips against yours, and a tiny shudder wracks you. “You’re getting wet.” You gasp as his next rock puts pressure on your clit.

He leans in and slowly draws his tongue over the ridge of your collarbone, from your shoulder to the center of your chest.

Oh, God

Your nipples tighten to aching points and getting that bra off yourself suddenly seems like the most important thing in the world. You bring your hands behind your back to unclip it, but the stranger stops you with a muttered warning. “Don’t move.”

You freeze.

His growl melts into an approving hum, and he uses his free hand to get rid of it. He throws it on the floor, and you struggle to breathe as his gaze rakes over you, hot and intense.

It was nothing like Baekhyun. You always had the habitude to compare your one-night stands with him. The stranger was the opposite; rough where Baekhyun has been civilized, raw in all the ways Baekhyun has been polished. But for a moment those differences don’t matter, because Baekhyun has stared at you with the same intensity, too. Intensity laced with hunger and lust.

Your thoughts about Baekhyun are interrupted when you feel his breath caress your skin. “Soft.” He licks you again, tracing his tongue down the curve of one breast. “Sweet.” He sucks your nipple into his mouth with a grown.

You gasp and sink your finger into his short hair, clutching at the back of his head as your tips back. Sharp and bright points of pleasure flare every time he laps his tongue.

You open your mouth — to ask, plead, something — and his hand shifts, his finger slipping through your wet folds. He finds your clit with a firm, circling touch that never seems to cease, only recede, and come rushing back as each rough fingertip slides over you in turn.

“Oh—” It’s all you can say, the same noise over and over again. You’re gasping, panting on his fingers without grace or thought.

He wounds a hand in your hair and tugs your head back. “Your name.” He bares your throat, his fingers twisting tight enough in your hair to trip the line between pleasure and pain. You lift your chin higher with a shaky moan, offering him the vulnerable line of your throat in silent trust. You whisper your name softly as he closes his teeth on your skin with a groan. His fingers push deeper, curling into you as he presses the heel of his palm against your clit.

Your body seizes. The bite is deliciously painful, the kind of pain that burns into pleasure, but his fingers— You knew it would sting, his fingers are so long and there are three of them, and you are so far past deception. You can’t bite back the hiss of pain or hide your flinch as you struggle to relax, to adjust—

It’s his turn to freeze.

You take a careful breath and squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I just— I need a second—”

“Shh” He doesn’t stop, only eases back until the blunt tip of one finger remains inside her. “Like this.”

The discomfort has already faded. One finger is enough to stretch gently as you rock onto it pushing him deeper on the soft spot inside you, and you shudder as that need builds, slower this time.

Another finger joins that one as the stranger licks the bitten spot on your neck and he makes another low noise “That’s it, baby. Take it. So good for me.” Approving words, and God, you haven’t realized how bad your praise kink is until you almost come on the spot. Discomfort doesn’t matter. You clutch at his hair and pant, willing your body to relax, to accept him, to welcome the way he strokes deep and fills you. “I’ll take more for you daddy,” you whisper shakily.

“Oh fuck.” He rests his forehead on yours, obviously affected by the name you just called him. You meet his eyes, beautiful brown irises swimming in a pink sea. The drugs obviously overtaking as the white of his eyes as been replaced with a beautiful light pink. And even though the world feels hazy, he’s sharp. All perfect lines, strong jawbone, and full lips. His brows lower over intense, commanding eyes, and your heart pounds.

“You’re pretty.” You blurt out and he only chuckles at that before kissing you. His fingers curl inside you and he rotates his hand against your clit in slow circles of pressure, each one harder than the last, each one sparking along your nerves until you’re on fire.

Your body clenches. All of it, but nothing as fast and hard as your pussy, and even the throbbing pleasure can’t wipe away the awareness of how exposed you are. He can feel every shuddering pulse as you squeeze tight around his fingers, the proof that you want more. Your limbs are liquid. You nuzzle your head in his neck, huddling close to his warm skin. You suck a hickey on his skin as he frees himself from his pants.

With low eyelids, you glance at how his Celine boxers hugs his powerful thighs, without missing the huge pink scar that seems to go from his knee to under his briefs. Not only that, but you let your eyes wander over his bulge, noticing how his rod curves to the left, so long that your mouth starts to water. Already licking your lips from anticipation, you miss how the handsome man in front of you lowers himself onto you to drop a kiss to your shoulder.

As he kisses his way down to your pussy, he caresses your thighs, slowly prying them open. You're so caught up in how good he makes you feel that it takes you a moment to realize that he subtly spread your legs.

He finally stops in front of your heat and before you can open your mouth to beg him to do something, you feel his tongue connecting with your clit. Tongue flat against it, you let out a string of curses. You arch your back against the mattress as continues flicking his wet tongue against your bud.

He holds you down firmly, as the rhythm of his tongue on your pussy is exploratory and eager. He hums, the vibrations sending tremors through your whole body, leaving you shaking on the bed. Pushing two fingers in you, slowly stretching you out, he continues lapping at your juices, savoring the taste before he picks up the pace. He nestles in, forcing your legs wider apart with his strong shoulders. The combination of the two different sources of pleasure making you dizzy, his husky whisper so close yet so far. He moans and adds "You taste better than anything that I've ever tasted."

The gasps you make as you finally cum nearly make him cum in his pants. He nips softly at your clit, letting you go down from your high softly as you can't stop yourself from shaking.

As you finally relax from all the shaking, you let your eyes close. The handsome stranger smiles sarcastically and grabs your chin gently.

"Did I already tire you out? I guess I'll have to take care of myself alone this time."

You immediately open your eyes and grab his arm, bringing him into the bed with you. "This is all you've got?", you reply with a coy smirk.

At that, he skillfully grabs you by the waist and lifts you up to pin you down under him. You don't miss how his biceps bulge, only making you want to bite them. You and your oral fixation...

He threads his fingers into your hair before pulling quite harshly to lift your head up. When he's sure that your eyes are onto him, he crashes his lips with yours and kisses you. The small taste of you leaving him wanting more as his kiss becomes more demanding. His need drives and he presses his tongue against your lips, begging for entrance. You comply, opening your lips and allowing his wet tongue to slip into your mouth. He caresses your tongue with his and you moan into the kiss, tasting yourself. The night goes on with him finally entering you and making you scream all night long.

The next morning, you wake up with the rays of the sun faintly grazing your face. You sit up in the bed finally taking notice of how the view is breathtaking. The city seeming alive as it is working hour. You shift your gaze to the man sleeping soundly next to you. You chuckle at the sight of the big man seeming so cute despite his features being set in a resting frown. You dare not disturb him, too lazy to speak at a such early hour, so you smoothly stand up and make your way out of bed. You dress up quietly before catching sight of your panties in a corner of the room. You giggle as you grab it and place it in the pocket of the man's pants that were laying on the ground a bit far from where the bed is placed. A little surprise for him, you think to yourself.

As you're done preparing yourself, you leave the room and the beautiful stranger on the bed, phone in hands as you text Baekhyun a simple “Good morning ^^”

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lostintrost · 2 years ago

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chapter 2 of Monster is posted :) go check it out!

wattpad | ao3

#exo mafia au #nct taeyong #nct mafia au #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct fanfic #nctzen #exo suho #exo smut #exo fanfic #exo #ao3 fanfic #wattpad #fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop mafia au

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 7 months ago

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Our Little Love part eight - OT7 Mafia/Yandere au

Mr Kim has a chapter all to himself of 6.8K words, please enjoy and PLEASE let me know what you think. Trigger warnings: manipulation, coercion, corruption, interrogation, mentions of murder and other crimes, swearing, jealousy, possessive yandere behaviour, fingering, orgasm denial, mirror sex, light choking. I am awful with warnings, please forgive me.

Namjoon wasn’t all that impressed with seeing the Chief of police visiting his cell, the syndicate boss was dressed too well to belong there, it was almost an eyesore. A glance to the camera, the normal red blinking light absent tells him all he needs to know. There were no eyes or ears to this conversation.

“I thought I paid you to keep your men in line,” Namjoon says in lieu of greeting. “Was a bullet to the knee not warning enough for your dear Captain?��

“He wasn’t an issue when I spoke to him, the man was on leave!” the chief replied. “Your girl was the problem he-”

“Be very careful how you finish that sentence,” he advised with a deep angry rumble from his chest. “I am well aware who is at fault here, and regardless of what our little love does, she is never to blame.”

Chief Lee Soo-man only nods once, biting back his complaints.

“I asked you to sort out Kim Suho, I told you to keep him in check,” Namjoon growls. “Keeping your pockets full isn’t an act of charity Lee, it’s a purchase. I own you.”

“Yes sir,” he mumbles in response. “I assure you this arrest is just a formality, the case won’t stand once it’s revealed Detective L/n-”

The glare the man in the blazerless three piece suit gave him was enough to stop him in his tracks. Right, he couldn’t involve you in this, that was going to make things harder than they needed to be.

“What do you recommend then sir?” he asks when he finds his voice and wavering courage.

Namjoon sighs harshly, and the Chief swears he can almost see smoke.

“I want to be alone with my little love,” it’s not a request, the chief didn’t let the soft lilt of his fool him.

“I don’t know how that would be poss-”

“I want-” Namjoon cuts in, unable to bear another second of this blithering idiot, “her to be the one to interrogate me. And I can trust you understand the rest.”

“Y-yessssir,” he stutters, not completely hearing the words between the lines, and that was clear enough on his face.

“I want her alone, Sooman,” Namjoon repeats himself, if this were one of his men he would never have needed to. “I don’t want a single soul witness to what I’m going to do to her.”

—

Suho tugs you along by the arm, stumbling in his urgent pace, pulling you out of ear shot.

“We have a problem.”

“What problem?”

“I’m technically on health leave, brass says I can’t interrogate him,” he stares a hole into you as if his eyes were telling you the rest but you couldn’t understand.

“Okay so who’s replacing you?”

He huffs out a breath of air from his nose, knowing you weren’t going to like the command from way over his head.

Your heart beats hard in anticipation, why was he looking at you like that?

“As far as Brass are aware you were deep undercover,” Suho informs you slowly, deliberately, looking like he was about to tear your world to trash. He sighs, unable to get the words out.

“Suho what?”

“They want you to interrogate him,” he breathes, you think you’ve misheard him, but you know you haven’t.

Your world spins, you’re already shaking your head.

“I can’t,” you whisper, he knows full well that you can’t. “I resigned, I’m not a detective anymore.”

He sighs again, hesitation in his eyes.

“I never processed it,” he confesses.

“Y-you di-”

“I couldn’t, I knew you would see reason, I knew you would come back,” he doesn’t let you process the shock, explaining himself quickly.

“Suho I can’t I can’t,” you beg, the conviction you had to punish them now suddenly taking a back seat as fear overtakes you, “right now they believe I was deep undercover but he’s not going to let that-“

“Listen to me,” he interrupts you before you can fully submerge into a panic attack, taking your hand in his. “I’m going to be in the next room, as soon as he says anything that compromises you, I’ll turn off the cameras, okay?”

“But-“

You’re interrupted again when the door opens, both of you whipping your heads to see him being transferred by four officers to the interrogation room. His eyes find you, staring stoic holes into you before his gaze finds Suho’s hands comforting yours. The snarl of displeasure is brief but you definitely see it, and you can’t breathe.

Suho draws your attention back to him, tugging your hand softly.

“Do you trust me Y/n?” he implores you, eyes searching yours in a way that made Namjoon want to strangle him with the chains on his handcuffs. You look up at your Captain with such light in your eyes, a way you should never look at another man, and then you have the audacity to nod.

—

You’ve done this a hundred times, if not more. So why were you hesitating at the door? Your hand on the handle, all you had to do was turn it and face the music but you couldn’t even manage finding your breath.

Interrogation was a science, it was like riding a bike, you knew what you had to do, you had to command the room. It almost sounded like a joke, the worst one you’d ever heard. Command a room when Kim Namjoon was in it?

The thought makes you hyperventilate. No, it wasn’t going to be easy but you could control what you could. You borrowed clothes from an old colleague, a skirt and blouse, simple but professional. Suho’s old blazer too, as if layers would protect you. You had splashed water on your face in the bathroom, using makeup from evidence to make yourself look presentable, composed. Your impromptu freshening up had meant you left the syndicate leader waiting for a long time, and it absolutely 100% was not because you were trying to kill time, it was to make him stew in the room, a technique you had used multiple times prev- who were you trying to convince?

You needed to get this over with.

Your face is impassive when you finally open the door, his gaze is on you immediately and you can feel a certain type of guilt and shame try to seep its way into you, but you push it down far enough that you can pretend it’s not there.

“Mr Kim Namjoon,” you greet him stoically.

“Detective L/n,” he returns, playing along with a small smile, as if seeing an old acquaintance after a long time. The way he addressed you shouldn’t cut you, logically it made no sense not when you’re the one that got him in the box, but it did.

You approach the table he’s chained to, looking at the wood instead of his eyes as if he didn’t matter, or at least that’s how you wanted it perceived. Avoiding eye contact with the most dangerous man the whole country had ever come to know, meant you missed the way his stare moved to your clothes, particularly your blazer, recognising it was a man’s, and he could confidently guess exactly who it belonged to. Any friendliness on his face disappeared, he wanted to play games and now he just wanted to torture you a little, punish you for you actions. Patience, he tells himself, that would come later.

The file in your hands slaps the table as you throw it down, taking a seat opposite your boyfriend, a man you now convinced yourself you wanted behind bars.

What do they say about a woman scorned? Namjoon thinks to himself, admiring the fire he could see burning underneath your skin, and though he knew he would feel the burn, he would welcome it. It was no secret that he had a fantasy about you interrogating him, he introduced the role play to the bedroom soon after your return to them but it lacked the flames of heat he could feel today.

“Allow me to formally introduce myself,” you reply. “My name is detective Y/n L/n, I’ve been undercover at your… establishment for the past year and a half.”

“Is that right?” he barely suppressed his amusement but it didn’t phase you. Your professional head was on, this was just another criminal you had to put away, that was it.

You open the file, sliding out photos of him that you had sent in as intel in your early days undercover as well as surveillance photos that Suho had taken since you were MIA.

“Do you know who this man is Mr Kim,” you say, sliding the first of the photos to him.

“Can’t say I do detective,” he shrugs nonchalantly, not even glancing away from you.

“Do you want to try looking at his face first before you answer,” you insisted unimpressed.

He smiles, still staring at you.

“I don’t recognise him,” he repeats himself slowly.

“So this isn’t you in the photo?” You ask.

“I don’t know,” his grin only grows.

“This man, Jackson Wang, is dead, and the last person who saw him alive seems to have been you Mr Kim, at least based on the time stamp on this photo and the time of death from the post mortem.”

“Is that right,” he says again, sounding like a broken record. His eyes swim with admiration for you, you can see it though you can’t understand it at all with the current scene. Why wasn’t he fuming, why wasn’t he demanding an answer or explanation?

“Okay let's cut the crap since I know you’re far too clever for that Mr Kim,” you scoff with a roll of your eyes. “I have gathered evidence of your crimes from the last 18 months, and I will stand in court as a witness against you.”

“Are you allowed to do that little love?” he asks, the name has a pang of panic hit you, but you tell yourself you can explain it away to brass.

“The charges you're facing so far are murder, battery, and grand larceny to name a few,” you state ignoring him, flicking through the photos, throwing each one in front of him. “There are many more to follow.”

“I didn’t know partners could testify against each other,” he mused, smirk still strong on his face.

“I’m not your partner,” you object. “I was undercover.”

“No,” he contends, shaking his head like this was just a game to him. “You can’t fake a love like ours, heaven.”

You almost snort as if his point was ridiculous.

“I don’t think I could ever love someone like you Mr Kim,” your stare was ice cold, that finally wipes the smile off his face.

“You’re angry,” he states as if it was new information for you. “I get that little love, but this is a bit too much, don’t you think?”

“I think justice needs to be served, don't you?” you sneered. “People got hurt, some people died, someone needs to pay.”

“You and I both know they deserved it,” he declares as if there wasn’t a camera recording his confession. “You’re just angry because I stepped on a bug.”

Utter rage brewed like a storm in your chest, and you wanted the downpour to drown him.

“You sound like you’re ready to sign the confession Mr Kim,” you don’t break your stare. “That’s great, saves us a lot of time, thank you.”

You close the file, pushing the chair back to stand.

“I’m not done with you,” he growled.

“But I’m done with you.”

“Y/n sit,” he commands calmly, composing himself. “Throwing a fit isn’t going to fix things.”

“Throwing a fit?” The audacity of this man, you stand there in shock.

“Let’s talk it through,” he says to you as if you were being hysterical.

“Fuck you,” you spit.

“Talk to me Y/n,” he scolded you like you were a child. “Without this bullshit.”

“Fine! You wanna talk about it Namjoon,” you snapped, taking the seat again, throwing the file haphazardly on the desk. “Let’s talk about it.”

The glare you present him with doesn’t make him flinch, it doesn’t phase him. You hope Suho had enough sense to turn the cameras off by now, this would go nowhere.

“You manipulated me, you lied to me, you made me play the fool.”

He didn’t react, not a single muscle on his face moved and it fanned whatever flame explode inside of you like a bomb. This was his true colours underneath the mask of love and adoration he created for you.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore Namjoon I can see right through you,” you state. “And you are never touching me again.”

That made him look at you, really look at you, something shifted in his gaze, a slight smirk as if he was mocking you.

You could cry kick and scream about the injustice he put you through in the name of this fucked up love and he wouldn’t flinch. He would sit there and watch and then the fucker would have the audacity to laugh afterwards. He must’ve laughed at how stupid you were in trusting him when he lied.

“At least if you go to prison, I’ll finally be free,” you whisper like it’s a life line.

He’s still unmoved, sitting there as if you were invisible and it irked the fuck out of you. He was the one who wanted to talk, why the fuck was he silent now?

You wanted him to hurt you wanted him to feel an ounce of what you did in the light of his betrayal. He tore your heart out and you weren’t going to forgive him.

“I must’ve looked so pathetic,” you say in a self deprecating tone, looking at the ceiling as if someone could answer you. “Suho was right.”

That comment makes his blood boil hard enough to show on his face. There it was, the reaction you were waiting for and you took the bait without thinking about what you were trying to catch or what you were trapped with.

“I should’ve trusted him, he’s always had my back and my best interest at heart.”

His jaw clenches, a fist squeezing nothing but air although he probably wished it was the captain's neck.

“Kai and Suho are all I have left,” you goad him, unsure of what exactly it was that you wanted to prove. “And finally I’m back where I belong.”

“If you don’t want a bullet in each of their heads, you need to stop talking love,” he grunts through gritted teeth.

Something inside of you felt vindicated and you realise then what you wanted from him, proof he fucking cared, that you weren’t some pawn or prize in this game of crime. You wanted him to soothe the very cuts he caused, or rip your heart out hard enough that you could bleed him out of your system forever.

“Oh please Namjoon, just admit why you kept me around for so long,” you scoff. “I can only imagine how it felt to have the lead detective on your case in the palm of your hands, like a trophy, a big fuck you to the justice system.”

You laugh sounding a little maniacal.

“You had me, and I fell for all of it.”

“You’re forgetting I didn’t know your true origins at first little love,” his low voice is a warning, he looks at you like he needed to remind you who you belonged to.

“And you’re forgetting I know you,” you bite back. “Any hint of betrayal and you pull the trigger first and ask questions later.”

He stares at you, grimacing.

“And yet here I am, alive.”

“Because I love you,” he says it so casually it throws you off, like it was a fundamental part of his being, like breathing.

“Because you saw an opportunity,” you rationalise.

“Because I could never lose you,” he confesses. “You could rip out my heart, little love and I would still want you, why else would I be here?”

You frown, what did he mean? He was here because you paid an eye for an eye, you betrayed him.

“What’s done is done,” you say as if you were unconcerned. “I will testify against you.”

He leans closer across the table, words for your ears only.

“Do you think you’ll be able to handle seeing Jungkook in prison, love?” Namjoon whispers. “Knowing you put him there? It would kill you.”

The pain his words brought forth only proved them to be true. You did have a soft spot for the youngest, always had. You break eye contact first, looking down at the file and turning back and forth a page as if in contemplation but really to cool your nerves.

Were you really doing this? Sending Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok, Jimin, Tae and Kookie to jail because of an angry outburst? Now your emotions had time to settle after the bomb that exploded when you saw Suho; you weren’t so sure.

“I never thought you could betray us like this,” he says solemnly, continuing to manipulate your guilt, but he forgot about your fire. He could almost see the coals ignite in your eyes, a misstep on his part, one he realised when a snarl forms on your lips.

“You. Lied.” You state ferociously. “I asked you if you hurt him and you lied to me.”

“So you decided to have us all arrested,” he continues, “for a man you stated you didn’t care about like that.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you seethe, unable to sit with him any longer, pacing the room before you raised a finger to his face. “You played me like a fool Namjoon, and I refuse to play the part anymore.”

“I wanted him dead, little love,” he states in a low voice through gritted teeth. “Do you understand what a mercy-”

“I asked you not to hurt him!”

“Then you underestimated our wrath!” he retorted. “I couldn’t let him go in one piece, and you didn’t need to know.”

“No. You underestimated MY wrath Kim Namjoon!” You burst, slamming the desk with your hand, the sting burning, your face heating more and more with rage as it concealed your heartache. “I am not some docile doll for you to play with, and manipulate and LIE TO! You took my love for granted when it was a damn fucking privilege.”

Your chest heaves with each breath, he stayed composed while you looked like a wild animal finally let out of her cage.

“You think this obsession is love,” your voice broke at the last word, the floods of heartbreak dampening the fires. “And I did too, but it’s fucked up everything.”

His silence was eating you alive, his face giving nothing of his heart away while yours laid bare out between you.

“You know what I’m done,” you breathe, “have fun rotting in jail Namjoon.”

Tears drop out of the corner of your eyes as you walk away, his piercing gaze doing nothing to deter you. He might’ve had power over you once but that was before he betrayed you. You reach for the door handle, tugging, ready to leave him behind until his trial, but the door doesn’t budge. You still, mind blank for a second before panic overwhelms you. You try again with all your might, pulling as hard as you can over and over before releasing your grip with a harsh breath. You take a gulp, calming yourself, he planned this.

You’re not surprised when you hear the sound of the handcuffs undo or the chains hit the floor. Fucking bastard. An alarm started blaring in the building, loud and overwhelming, but it came too late. Red lights flash, the room glowing as if warning you about the oncoming danger.

“Are we done with your outburst little love,” he says coldly, like your grievances were nothing more than a tantrum.

You turn to face him slowly, more tears dropping without a sound, shaking your head at the way his words cut you down to nothing.

When he stands from the seat your heart gallops with fear and panic. Although it’s helpless you turn back to the door, trying with all your might to open it and escape him. The fire alarm blaring does nothing to ease you, you hang onto the door as you feel him approach, tears falling out of your eyes without control.

Fuck, you were stuck here with the man you sent to jail, you were left to his mercy. His presence looms over you, you can feel him a hair's width behind you, not touching you, not really, but he’s so close it’s overwhelming.

It’s when you feel his breath you freeze, your body shutting down with dread. He presses his cheek to your hair, inhaling you softly. The action makes you jolt away, turning to the side but he grabs your wrist tightly. You don’t look at him, you stare into the two way mirror, your cheeks pathetically wet. You were supposed to hold the power in this room, but you could feel it dwindle away to nothing but smoke.

You’re slammed against the door hard, a whimper escaping your lips as your eyes scrunched in pain. You miss the flash of guilt in his eyes, realising he pushed you too hard. An apology on his lips but the glare when your eyes open stops him. He’s seen anger in your eyes before, hate even, for he knew love didn’t come without it. But fear? Never of him, not even in the days when you were undercover and your life was one unveiled secret away from ending.

“Get away from me,” you seethe, meaning every word, even when you saw the hurt in his eyes.

Regret, Kim Namjoon never knew the feeling before, but he knew he never wanted you to look at him the way you were. He needed to keep his calm, one wrong push and you would tear him out of your own heart.

Your eyes fly all over the room, trying to piece together a way to gain some distance. Suho… maybe he was still behind the glass. You tug your wrist as hard as you can, taking steps away from him but his hold is relentless. The blare of the alarm stops ringing but the flashing red lights remain, staining the walls like blood pumping.

“Little lo-“ he starts to say with a sigh, he was being patient but there was only so much time left.

“Suho?” You call desperately trying to look through the glass. You know you’ve made a mistake before you even said his name but fear drives people to do stupid things without thinking.

The most notorious criminal in all of Seoul pulls you back against his chest hard. An arm wraps around your waist, the unforgiving grip on your wrist turning lethal. He rests his chin on your shoulder, staring at you through the mirror. The hairs on your skin stood on end at the frightening change in his eyes, danger rolled off of him and you had no choice but to take every wave.

“Do you think he’s there, love?” The corner of his lip lifts in a smirk that makes you think of a snake, the saccharine tone of his voice hypnotising. “Do you think he’s watching us?”

The palm on your hip moves down to your thigh, he squeezes the flesh. You could feel your heart jumping in your throat.

“Should we give him something to watch?” He murmurs seductively, turning his head to bring his lips so close to your neck. The bruising clutch on your wrist is gone only to find its way to your hair, yanking it back to give himself better access.

Your eyes in the mirror are begging but the inner turmoil from his touch is making you question what exactly you’re asking for. Reason tells you it’s for Suho to save you, to grant you escape, but the way you feel a familiar heat swim to your core has you doubting yourself.

“If he was in there,” he whispers, his lips now on your ear, “don’t you think he’d come in here and try to take you from me, love?”

He chuckles to himself, a joke only he can understand.

“Fuck I’d love to see him try.”

His groan has you aching, your body relapsing to what it knows, anticipating the pleasure and pain only they could provide.

“I’m not mad at you for having us arrested, heaven,” he whispers in your ear, gaze softening for a second in the mirror lulling you into a sense of security you couldn’t tell if it was a trap. “In fact I’m a little in awe, a little proud.”

The smirk he gives you seems genuine.

“We deserved it I know,” reassurance fills his voice, he wants you to hear his sincerity. “What I’m mad about, little love…”

The softness is gone, eyes turn piercing, the proverbial snake about to strike.

“Is the fact you let another man touch what’s mine.”

The guttural rumble of his possessive claim sent waves of need down to your cunt, you could feel it pulsing.

“I’m mine,” you return meekly, trying to find your resolve, but it sounded like a whine.

“Make no mistake Y/n, you’re always going to be mine.”

You didn’t have it in you to argue, not when he sent your eyes rolling back and a shiver down your spine. Fuck he hadn’t even touched you yet, maybe it was true, maybe a part of you would always belong to them, but that didn’t mean all if you did.

“Look at me,” he commands, his breath hitting your neck.

Your blown out eyes meet him in the mirror, that predatory but protective gaze piercing through you. He hums in approval the deep vibration fucking with your senses, making you hazy.

You both hold eye contact even when you can see the fingers on your thigh stroke soothing circles up your skin. Your lips part with a harsh breath when they rub your mound through the fabric of your panties, the touch light and testing and not nearly enough.

“You’re fucking soaking wet baby,” he calls you out with a grin.

You grab his wrist when his fingers cup your heat, his thumb soothing circles on your clit. You press against him, the warmth of his chest enveloping your back. You both fit so well together, you were forgetting why exactly you were so angry at him, but simmers of it still remained even through his touch.

“You know,” he says, opening your leg with his knee to give him more access, “a lot of couples fuck through their problems, should we try?”

He hides his grin, burying his head in you but you can feel it against your skin, the arrogant asshole.

“You can go and fuck yourself,” you sassed back, lying to yourself that you could be fine if he stopped now, that it wouldn’t leave you a needy mess.

“But I’d rather fuck you,” he chuckles, breathing you in, savouring the moment while his fingers slide the fabric aside.

You choke back a moan at the contact of his skin right where you wanted him, the way he spread your wetness until every inch of you was covered in it.

“You can pretend to regret our relationship all you want, but this,” he emphasises his point by slapping your cunt hard, making you gasp, “still wants me.”

“It wants to get fucked,” you spitefully remark through gritted teeth, “doesn’t have to be you.”

That makes him pause, and you have to bite back the words of displeasure.

“You’ll pay for that next time love,” he murmurs dangerously.

“There won’t be a next time,” you try to ridicule him through a laugh but his fingers circle your entrance.

“You’re lying,” he hums, “next time, I think we should tie you down, make you watch other women touch us in ways only you’re allowed to.”

You bury the fury that ruptures at the image, clenching your jaw to keep from swearing at him and proving the point he was trying to make.

“Maybe then you’d have a semblance of understanding of what you did- the torture you put us through.”

“I wouldn’t care,” you breathe, squirming against his fingers, he needed to shut up and move.

“Liar,” he chuckles knowingly, seeing right through you. Before you, there were many females in his organisation, until his little love demanded he get rid of them all. The memory stretches his grin wider.

“Why the fuck was it me?” You whisper, your eyes starting to water at the vulnerability of your tone, remembering the same moment he was. “When I went undercover there were so many beautiful women-“

“They’re not you, little love, don’t for a second compare yourself to them,” he kisses your temple softly in reassurance. His face is in your hair, his hand on your throat as you preen to his touch. “You were sweet and addicting with a fire you were trying so desperately to contain.”

He thrusts two fingers in gently, watching your face contort in want in the mirror, smiling at the way your eyes rolled back. You whimper when he squeezes his grip on your neck.

“To think that passion we saw in your eyes was hatred at first,” he smiles as if amused, watching every little reaction you gave him, every proof of love.

“I did,” you confess, pressing your ass against his hard length and making him groan, “I hated you.”

“You were sent to destroy us, love, but instead you reached into our souls and thought there was something worth saving,” he chuckled, nuzzling into you softly as if he wasn’t knuckle deep inside of you, feeling every part he knew so well. “And save us you did, it was so dark before you our little light, how could we ever let you leave?”

“You’re fucking with my head,” you whimper, head falling back to his chest, it rumbles when he laughs.

“Hmmm? I’m definitely fucking your brains out today Y/n,” he promises with a chuckle, kissing your temple again, but emphasising his point when he scissors his fingers reading you for his cock. “If that’s what you mean.”

This was your fault, you knew what you were getting into when you fell for them. You especially knew Namjoon was the worst of them all. You let his soft side brush away his true nature, and while you never forgot his ruthless persona, you put it to the back of your mind. You foolishly thought you had tamed his cunning cold cruel-

“Oh fuck,” whatever train of thought you had died, the palm of his hand rubbing your clit, stimulating your already aching cunt to the edge. Your parted lips open wider to release a silent scream, his fingers stroking so deep.

You were so close, you could taste it, unable to control the delirious sounds escaping you. So when he stops and slips his fingers away from you, you have to stop yourself screaming in protest.

“Up against the mirror Y/n,” he commands gruffly, but you don’t move, you were so fucking close. Fuck him, fucking asshole, you were so fucking close.

He picks you up with ease, pushing you against the wall so your breath fogs the surface. You hear the zip pull down, your forehead falls forward, your core pulsing in anticipation. He grabs your leg, opening you for him, the head of his cock sliding across your folds until you're whining.

“Stop squirming love,” he warns, but you don’t listen, of course you don’t, so he makes you listen.

The sound you release when he slaps your clit with his hard dick over and over has him questioning his restraint, fuck he wants to just pound into you but you needed to be taught a fucking lesson.

“Joonie sensitive,” you whine, but he’s relentless, making you cry out over and over. Fuck you could actually maybe cum like this.

His self control wavers, his jaw clenched with such a force he thinks it’ll shatter. He couldn’t take it anymore, the swell of his head finds your entrance. Inch by inch, he relishes the feeling of your walls hugging him so fucking tight, the pulse of them pulling him in. He leans over you, trying to regain composure but you feel so good he doesn’t want to move, he wants to stay like this forever, inside of you where he belongs.

You try to push back into him, but he grabs your waist with one hand to keep you still, grinding his hips against you and he knows it’s not enough.

“Look at you arching your back little love,” he smirks, “Your body knows where you belong, it’s a shame you tried to take it away from me.”

Your hands ball into fists on the mirror, you can’t even look at yourself right now, you can’t stop writhing on the surface, trying so hard to get him to move. You squeeze him hard, making his head fall against you with a grunt.

“Behave little love,” he warns, “or I’ll show your colleagues just how well you can take me.”

“Make me,” you dare him even though it comes out as a mumble.

You were dizzy and disorientated and all you wanted was for him to fucking move. He pushes you against the wall hard, every inch of him covering you so you couldn’t budge. You whine, the cold of the hard surface making you seek his warm body, you slot against him like a damn puzzle piece. He was hell bent on torturing you today, as if you hadn’t suffered enough.

“Joonie move,” you almost sound like a brat, trying to order him around.

“I’ll move when I’m ready,” he growls animalistically, barely holding himself back, but he needed to savour this.

You do everything you can to break his control, writhing against him like a bitch in heat. He swallows hard when you clench again. He spanks your ass hard in return, the air gets thicker, you find it harder to breathe. You keep still, the sting of your ass satisfying your craving for a moment, but not for long.

He picks up your skirt, watching himself inside you, watching the beautiful mess you were making. So wet, so perfect, how did you ever think for a second he would ever let this go? The sight is too much, he releases a restrained groan, done with holding himself back.

His hand grips your cheeks, turning your mouth to his, forcing his tongue down your throat as he finally pulls out only to push back in impossibly deeper. You took every punishing thrust, his presence surrounding you everywhere, even in front of you where his reflection painted the surface. He smothered you with his existence, the heat of him scolding, but you liked it, you craved it.

“Do you think your ‘friend’ understands who you fucking belong to now detective L/n?” He chuckles deeply watching your fucked out face in the mirror.

He uses his grip under your knee to turn you towards the camera in the corner of the room.

“Think they can all see little love?” He pants. “How well you fucking take it? How good you are for me?”

You shake your head in protest but it feels too good. Your head falls back on him without the mirror to lean against. His fingers find your clit, his sole purpose to make you lose yourself to him.

“Fuck look at you shaking baby,” he groans, feeling you pulse around him, drawing closer to the edge. “Your poor pussy just needs to come huh?”

You can hear the smirk in his tone, fucking self satisfied prick.

“Not as badly as you need it,” you taunt back, feeling your defiance flare despite how your body was begging you to behave..

“Fuck you might be right,” he groans, going harder, faster. “I’m always going to need it.”

His confession takes you over, the words pushing you so hard you come apart violently, thrashing against him as you unravel, but he holds you tight. He doesn’t let you fall. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think, all you could feel was him and the burst of pleasure that carried on wave after wave, and you never wanted it to stop.

“This is mine,” he grunts as he comes undone inside of you, fucking his cum deeper until it got through to your soul.

He was a part of you, and you could try to deny it now with his mistakes on the table, but he was so embedded in the fabric of you he couldn’t see where he began and where you ended. His entire existence was for you, it was only fair your cunt, body and soul belonged to him. Maybe the others too, as an afterthought, but you were his first.

He feels the mess slide out of you as he leaves your warmth, turning you softly so you could lean against him as you catch your breath. He holds you tight, arn arm around your middle like the steel of a bar. He has every intention of letting you recover but the way you look up at him with those glossy eyes confirms the fact he will never be satiated, he will always want more of you even if there was nothing left to give.

“Our little love,” he breathes in your face, stealing a hard kiss, “our little downfall.”

His mouth held you prisoner again and again, humming pleasantly as you let him devour you in so many ways. His kiss was bruising, hungry, overindulging.

Your eyes search his as he parts reluctantly, your mind still hazy, the bliss of sex still circulating your body.

“Why did you lie to me?” You whisper breathlessly against his lips as you come down, and he can hear the vulnerability in your tone, it makes a guilt spread across his chest that feels almost alien. The way you could make him ache like no one else, he should cast you aside for introducing a weakness in him but he wouldn’t even dream of it.

“I didn’t want to lose you,” he confesses sincerely. “I didn’t want you to hate me.”

“I asked you not to hurt him,” your eyes tear up again, and he curses himself and the existence of Kim Suho.

“I know.”

“But you did it anyway,” you continue, “and then you had the gall to lie to my face.”

You wipe away the tears that fall harshly, your mind clearing. You push him away and fix yourself up, knowing from the glances in the mirror you were a mess.

“You always own up to your actions, right or wrong, you never hide them,” you laugh and you think you must sound psychotic. “The Kim Namjoon… I remember the days you would drop dead bodies in front of me without remorse, without ever feeling the need to explain yourself.”

“I was testing you then,” he grunts, remembering those days well. “I needed to know you had the stomach to be with us.”

“I hated you so much,” you confess, swallowing down a sob. “And for the first time since I fell in love with you Joonie, I can feel that hate grow again.”

His jaw clenches, his fist too. He could feel a threat on the tip of his lips, one where the Captain's head would end up on a plate in front of you for dinner but he holds himself back.

“You don’t mean that,” he says between gritted teeth.

“I had you fucking arrested Namjoon,” you argue back fiercely. “Don't tell me what I mean or don’t mean.”

“You also fucked me after the fact,” he states and the harsh words slap you hard. You did. You let him defile you here only moments ago.

“Old habits die hard.”

“Not with me love,” he dismisses the thought. “Not as long as I’m alive.”

“We’ll see,” you challenge, feeling that earlier conviction rise.

“Understand something Y/n,” he says seriously, his face solemn and hard in a way you had witnessed rarely. This was Kim Namjoon with something to lose. “You can run, you can fight, you can hate me if you need to, but there isn’t a life worth living for us without you in it.”

He takes his seat back in the interrogation chair, putting his handcuffs back on with ease, all while keeping his eye contact with you.

“You want me here, you want to punish me,” he continues, “fine, this where I’ll stay until you’re appeased, until you forgive me.”

“I won’t,” you deny, shaking your head.

“You will.”

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Now it starts | Sehun

Mafia!Sehun x Reader

Word count: 2531 Genre: slight angst. Author: maari Warnings: Suggestive, reader being jealous, a few punches, deaths and bad words. Sehun saying baby girl because yeah, that's a warning. Note: I melted with this scenario, mafia! sehun is my favorite and you have no idea. Request: can i request exo sehun!mafia please? the plot is y/n's is suho's little sister, and you guys are fighting because of something. out of nowhere, you've been kidnapped and sehun-suho are in fight. finally, they save you and you hug suho and he approves your relationships and say sorry. can i add some plot like suho knows your relationship when you and sehun making out? ⫷ Exo Masterlist

Y/N tried to hold back a laugh but Sehun's icy lips were tickling her uncovered neck, but the urge to laugh soon passed when his wide and firm hands held her by the waist, gluing her against his warm body. "Come on, no one will see us." he spoke against her skin and Y/N bit her lower lip, her body temperature was already high enough just with his stolen kisses, the feeling that they were doing something forbidden was making her heart race even more. "No one will see us but will they hear us?" she asked mischievously.

Sehun broke the kiss to face her, his eyebrow raised.

"If you’ll be a good girl." he replied quietly, his Adam's apple becoming more evident as he swallowed hard as he stared unashamedly at the neckline of her dress.

"You know I can't promise anything." she shrugged and he looked at her in surprise.

"You used to be an angel, baby girl."

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

"I think I've been corrupted by someone."

Sehun smiled widely before pinning her against the wall and advancing against Y/N's red lips, starting a quick and thirsty kiss. She sighed, her legs barely supporting themselves and the only thing keeping her upright were his hands. The body was missing Sehun, it was screaming for him in every way possible and although she had no idea he was back from business it was hard for her to hold back her smile when she saw him next to her brother. That had been a casual visit to her older brother, it had been a long time since Suho and she had seen each other so she took advantage of her break from work to see him.

But in fact, the conversation didn't even last 5 minutes as his phone rang and it was just her and Sehun in the room.

They weren't crazy about making out in the living room, where anyone could catch them, especially her brother who was against any kind of approach with his... work partners. So there wasn't much left for them to do but make out in a hidden room, because it wasn't like they could stand to be away when they were so close. Sehun's hands itched to touch Y/N's legs that were uncovered by the dress she was wearing, but would soon be on the ground if it was up to him. And he didn't take long to touch her exposed and burning skin, Y/N took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist and soon he was holding her as hot, fierce lips meet desperately. Y/N moaned softly as he bit down on her bottom lip and instinct had her grinding her hips against his, feeling the bulge.

"Be quiet or I'll end up having to punish you." it took a lot of willpower not to moan again, having Sehun's low voice so close talking so provocatively was too much for her. All she wanted was for no piece of clothing to get in the way of feeling his body again, after so long, she yearned to have him inside her.

But it was clear he was going to take his time, 6 weeks without seeing each other and he was going to rush things? No way. He would leave her bubbling up with desire until he gave her what she wanted, as he always did. As they started another hot kiss, neither of them even remembered Suho who at that point was looking for his sister around the house. He knew where she would be and that's why he went to the library, the place where she liked the most.

Only Suho didn't know that she liked the library because that's where she and Sehun made out often, it was there or in her brother's office and she wouldn't be crazy to stay with Sehun there.

When Sehun was reaching for the hem of Y/N's dress and she was already brushing her hips again so that his hand could touch her intimately, the door slammed and caught their attention, followed by Suho's rough voice.

"What the fuck is this?"

The two looked in shock at Suho who was gripping the door handle tightly, Y/N jumped off Sehun's lap, he just took a deep breath. Y/N straightened her hair, avoiding her brother's furious gaze, her heart felt like it would leap out of her chest. It was a disturbing silence. "So who's going to explain to me first what the fuck is going on?" Suho asked once more and Y/N glared at Sehun, he was serious but not surprised.

Especially because he knew that at some point he would have to reveal the truth to his friend.

"I think it's self-explanatory what you saw." Sehun replied, shrugging and that pissed off Suho.

He took a step forward and Y/N did the same, placing herself in front of her brother.

“This is funny to you? With my sister?!"

"Don’t start!" she said, placing her hand on her brother's chest, trying to push him back.

"Since when are you guys doing this behind my back?" "I don't think you're going to like the answer." Sehun replied and Suho closed his eyes, shaking his head.

"I told you to stay away from my sister!"

"You don't have to treat me like I'm 5 years old, okay?" Y/N said, angry.

"Then don't act like one." he spoke loudly and Y/N closed her free hand, she felt the nails dig into her skin but she was so irritated that she didn't even care. "I'm sorry if I fell in love with your sister, I sure wanted to do it on purpose." Sehun spoke louder and Suho turned to face him, as well as Y/N.

Well, he had told her he loved her before but seeing him admit it in front of her brother was… different.

"Don't think I still agree with the idea." Suho sighed and held up his finger. "If you hurt her, you already know what will happen to you."

"Before you can lay a hand on me, I'll do it myself."

[...]

"Leave me!" Y/N pulled her arm away from Sehun's hands and tried to stride away, feeling like an idiot as tears burned her eyes.

"Y/N please!" he ran after her. "Don't do it like that."

"Go back to that crappy casino and that busty one that was sitting on your lap." she said hurt, crossing the street and Sehun huffed, reaching for her arm and making her stop. "Stop acting like a child, you know it wasn't what you're thinking at all. It's just business." he argued and she swallowed hard.

She knew, of course. That kind of business was part of his world.

But that didn't mean she wasn't pissed and jealous. She wanted to surprise him, she would just drop by the hotel and see him from afar. But she didn't want to see a woman sitting on his lap and she didn't want to be discovered, of course her ego was slightly massaged when she saw Sehun get up the moment he saw her there, he ran after her when he saw that she was leaving.

But she was jealous, dammit! She couldn't help it. "Wait a minute." he smiled slightly as he studied her face. "Do you like me so much that you're jealous?"

Y/N huffed in annoyance.

"As if you don't know the answer."

Sehun's face lit up for a few seconds, he was ready to take her in his arms and kiss her right there in the middle of the street, the pout Y/N was making begged to be kissed. However, his eyes averted when he saw 3 black cars approaching at high speed, he put his hand to his waist on the gun that was hidden but before he could engage it to shoot, several masked men jumped out of the still moving cars and approached him and Y/N. The last thing he saw was Y/N's confused face looking to the sides before being abruptly pulled away from him, someone hit him on the back of the head and he tried to fight the darkness but it was practically impossible, even if he heard Y/N scream his name in sheer desperation.

He woke up with Suho slapping him in the face and he got up abruptly, ready to fight for Y/N... only she wasn't there anymore.

"What the hell happened?" Suho asked worriedly and Sehun tripped over his own feet as he looked around.

There was no sign of Y/N.

“No.” he felt his voice crack as desperation took over his body. "No, shit!" “Sehun. Did my sister find you? She texted me saying she was coming to see you.” Sehun stared at him, not knowing what to say. "Why were you lying in the street?" "We fought." he brought his hand to the spot where he had been hit. "And they took her." Suho raised his eyebrows and blinked more than usual.

"What?"

"They took her!" Sehun spoke more firmly. "Y/N was kidnapped and I couldn't do anything."

He saw Suho's nostrils flare and then in a quick movement, Suho lunged at him, landing a punch on his face.

Sehun staggered back but didn't reciprocate. He deserved it.

Mainly because he had let them take Y/N.

He didn't move to stop it because he was too gleeful that Y/N was jealous of him to care about his instincts. "If anything happens to my sister, it will be your fault!"

"I know that, do you think I wanted this to happen?"

"You put her in that position the moment you got involved with her.” "I'll fix this, I'll bring her back." Sehun responded with conviction, feeling every fiber in his body electrify with rage.

"We will." Suho replied firmly. "We know who it was."

"The Brotherhood."

[...] Y/N kept her head down, not out of embarrassment even though being slapped in the face had hit her more than the face but her ego, but she was almost undoing the ropes those thugs had tightened around her wrists. It was the first time she had been kidnapped because of her brother and boyfriend's business, but that didn't mean she hadn't been in conflicting and desperate situations. And Suho himself had already taught her to think reasonably in extreme situations.

It was exactly what she was doing.

She pretended to pass out from the slap she had taken, enough for the idiots to tie her wrists anyway, they wouldn't see her moan in pain from the knot so it didn't matter if they tied it tight.

She might even smile evil, if she weren't in a dirty, dark cabin and who knows where. She managed to free her hands enough to manage to take off the ring she always wore without dropping it on the floor and give the kidnappers that she was awake. She wiggled the ring until she found the stone and squeezed it, hearing a little click and then a sound that made her take a deep breath.

She had won Suho's ring, when he had entered the mafia world, it was not only a very rare stone but also a tracker.

Y/N didn't always activate it because that ring was for emergencies, like in that case.

The brother would know where she was now. Hearing footsteps, she put the ring back on her finger and pretended to be passed out again. Suho had taught her how to use her hearing properly, so she closed her eyes and waited. She heard them enter the room she was in and approach her.

She had to swallow a sound of revulsion when she felt an awkward hand on her legs.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked and she heard a laugh.

"Having fun. Isn't it a shame such a beauty is with the wrong guy?"

"The boss told you to just watch, not touch."

"As I care."

"Do you know whose sister she is?!"

"He will never know."

Y/N swallowed and took a deep breath.

"After all, you'll die before that." she spoke firmly and raised her head to face the two masked men.

One looked a bit surprised and the other who caressed her leg, approached holding her face tightly and making her look at him. "Don't test me, bitch." he warned and she laughed.

Y/N then spit in the man's face and he released her, raising his hand to smack her in the face.

But even before he could do that, a gunshot echoed through the room and his body fell to the side already lifeless, the thud made the other one who was stopped turn to the door and try to raise the gun, to no avail because he was shot twice in the chest and fell dead. Y/N felt her eyes water as she saw her brother enter the room armed, looking at both of them to make sure they were dead. Suho approached her and helped her finish undoing the rope knot, as soon as her wrists were free, she threw herself into her brother's arms. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned as he pressed her against his body.

Y/N just nodded, relieved to see her brother.

"Let me see you. Are you hurt?" he asked and pulled back enough to place his hands on her shoulder. "I'm sorry for getting you into this." "It's okay, you're here now." she said, trying not to cry.

But it was difficult when she saw Sehun enter the room, she noticed that he was limping and saw a cut on his leg. It was enough to feel her heart sink and rush to him.

Sehun held her tight in his arms, ignoring all the pain in her body from the fight he had with who knows how many henchmen, she buried her face in the back of his neck and he stroked her hair, closing his eyes and relieved that they had arrived on time. "I'm sorry, God, I'm so sorry." Y/N pulled back to look at him, his hands went to her face and without having to say anything, they kissed right there. "I knew you would come." she spoke against his lips and he caressed her face. "He proved why he deserves you." Suho's voice echoed through the room and the couple pulled back to look at him.

Y/N was confused and Sehun was surprised.

"Are you…" she started to speak and Suho rolled his eyes.

"Approving of your relationship? Yeah, fine. It's not like I can stop it anyway."

Sehun smiled widely as he placed his hand on Y/N's waist, afraid that she would move away from him. "Just please, stop having sex in the library, there's a bedroom in the mansion for that." He said, shaking his head and leaving the room.

Y/N looked at Sehun and he raised his eyebrow.

"He ordered it, you heard."

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