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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years ago

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Come on black reader 🫶🏾 asshole Taemin for the win🙌🏾✨✨

pairings: taemin x black¡reader

content: ex-boyfriend!taemin, possessive, rough sex, oral (m.receiving), penetrative sex, a little bit of anal play, asshole behavior, crazy ex boyfriend, mention of breeding

warnings: smut, 18+, graphic description of sexual situations, mdni 🔞

It had been close to eight months since Y/N had broken up with her ex-boyfriend, Taemin, and she was missing the man terribly. It was normal for her to miss him, especially when they had been together for two years.

However, it was wrong for her to miss him at the same time because of his unsavory personality. Taemin was crazy as fuck. He was very protective of her and he would glare at any man that came near her. Not to mention that he would get mad if he suspected that she was even flirting with the men that approached her, even though she wouldn’t dream of doing so in a million years.

As stated before, the man was crazy and possessive. Not to mention stubborn too because once he made up his mind, then that was the end of it. If he didn’t like what she was wearing, he would tell her to change and wouldn’t budge no matter how much she protested.

Though his personality was unsavory, he was handsome too. However, his handsomeness didn’t excuse the bullshit he would put her through. There were good times, but the good would outweigh the bad.

Back to the current situation, Y/N was missing him so much and she was fighting herself on whether or not she should even dial his number in the first place. When they broke up eight months ago, she told him that she never wanted to see him again, which he responded to her with,

“We’ll see.”

The man had a cocky smirk on his face too when he said it, which made her highly upset because who was he to say that she would be back?

Much to her chagrin, he was right. She was contemplating crawling back to him and she could almost picture how smug he would be when she called him. She could even hear the words he would say too and that made her feel extremely embarrassed for what she was about to do.

Y/N whipped out her phone and she went straight to his contact. She hovered over the call option for a second, chewing her bottom lip. She could feel and hear her heart pounding out of nervousness. She didn’t know if he would either pick up or hang up, which if he hung then she would understand because it’s been eight months.

As she fought with herself on whether or not to click, her thumb slipped and she pressed the button. Now it was ringing and she was silently panicking. She could feel her anxiety becoming worse as it rang until finally, his deep voice rang loud and clear through her speaker.

“Y/N,” he said. She swallowed loudly and then pressed the phone against her ear once it was taken off speaker.

“H-hey,” she stammered, feeling her face burn with shame.

“I thought you weren’t going to call me ever again,” he smugly stated.

“Y-Yeah. M-me too,” she mumbled.

“Don’t tell me you changed your mind?” Taemin teased. She could hear the sound of his friends snickering in the background. She knew then and there that he had her on speaker phone.

“Y-Yeah. A little,” she mumbled.

“A little. Why?” Taemin asked. She didn’t want to say it out for his friends to hear. She wanted their conversation to be private.

“I missed you,” she answered softly.

“What?” Taemin asked.

“I missed you!” Y/N snapped, feeling irritated that he was playing games. His friends made an “ooh” sound in the background, which was followed by laughter again.

“You missed me? I thought you said that you never would and told me to go fuck myself? What happened to that?” Taemin taunted.

“I’m sorry for saying that. Can you come over,” she answered.

“No,” he answered.

“Taemin,” she whined. More laughter in the background followed after.

“You come over,” he said.

“No way,” she firmly stated.

“Then I’m hanging up. Bye, Y/N,” he replied.

“Nonono! Wait!” Y/N exclaimed, sitting up.

“Yes?” Taemin said.

“I’ll come over,” she informed defeatedly.

“Good girl,” he praised. She didn’t know why hearing him say that made her heart swell, but it did.

“I’ll see you when you get here,” he told her before hanging up. Y/N dropped her phone onto the bed, then buried her face into her hands. She couldn’t believe what she just did. She had gone back on her word to not crawl back to him and here she was crawling back.

After mentally beating herself up for her stupid decision, she got dressed in a pair of black shorts with drawstrings on the sides, a graphic tee , and a pair of her black and white dunks. She pulled her platinum and black, back length locs into a half up-half down style before leaving.

When she arrived at his home, she found that his driveway was packed with his friends’ cars. She already knew that when she walked in the door that it was going to be some shit. She rang the doorbell because she didn’t know if he changed the combination on his keypad.

The door soon opened to reveal the large man who was wearing a very smug expression on his face.

“Come in,” he said. She brushed past him into the house and she made sure to slip off her shoes and place them in front of the door.

“Go upstairs and wait for me,” he ordered. Y/N nodded and as she was about to head upstairs, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, crashing his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. She could feel his hands creeping down her back until they reached the waistband of her ass.

His tongue danced with hers as he pulled her flush against his body, making her head feel so jumbled. She missed the feeling of his lips against hers because they were so soft and they molded perfectly with hers. His kisses always left her weak in the knees.

He pulled his lips away from hers, not giving her enough to collect herself before gesturing for her to head upstairs. Khadijah headed up to his bedroom. It looked the same as always and it smelled like him too. She didn’t realize how much she missed this place until she was in here one more time.

Y/N set her purse down on his nightstand, then sat down while she waited for him.

A couple hours later, she heard the sound of his friends leaving. She was glad they left because she was so humiliated at the fact that they heard her begging like that. She hated it so much. She didn’t know how she would even act when she saw those guys at other functions.

The sound of her phone pinging, let her know that he had texted her. She looked at the text and saw that he was asking her to come downstairs. Y/N obliged and swung her legs over the bed.

When she arrived downstairs, she found him sitting in the recliner, his favorite one at that, drinking a beer. He made a come hither motion with his finger. Y/N did as he instructed and stood in front of him. He motioned for her to come closer until she was between his legs.

“I’m sorry for making you wait. Are you upset?” Taemin taunted.

“No,” she answered. She didn’t want to admit to him that she was even irritated in the first place. It would just give him even more ammo.

“Be honest,” he smirked.

“Yes I am,” she mumbled. The man laughed at her response, which made her cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

“I bet, but you could wait. I had other things to do,” he said. He was being such an ass to her and she knew why he was like this, but it made her feel so guilty.

“I don’t have all night. I have somewhere to be tomorrow so let’s get this over with,” he remarked, “On your knees. Now.”

Y/N lowered herself to her knees in front of him as he watched her with a smug expression on his face, “take it out.”

She did as instructed and began to unbutton his pants. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, slowly tugging them down making his dick spring free of its confines. She leaned down and ran her tongue from the base to the tip on the underside of it. He shuddered visibly from the feeling of her soft tongue.

Y/N repeated this action once more, taking the tip into her pretty little mouth. She licked the bead of precum, then took him into her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks as her head bobbed up and down his shaft slowly. Khadijah missed the feeling of him in her mouth so much that she almost closed her eyes just to savor the taste of it. Ji-hoon moaned softly, running his fingers through her locs.

One thing that he had to admit after eight months of not being around her was that she was the best at using her mouth. He felt her take him deeper into his mouth until she was at the base. He could feel her nose against his pelvis. The feeling of her tongue caressing the underside of his cock felt like pure heaven.

“You really have a talent for this,” he groaned.

When she felt his hands taking hold of her locs, she held onto his knees and allowed him to fuck her mouth. His tip kissed the back of her throat causing her to moan around his girth while her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The vibrations coming from her throat made it feel even better. Saliva leaked from her mouth as he fucked her mouth like it owed him something.

Soon, Y/N felt his cum paint the back of her throat. He held her head firmly in place as rope after rope splattered the back of her throat. She knew that he was holding her there to make sure she swallowed every last drop. He hated spitters. His previous partners were not too keen on the idea of swallowing his load, but she did it with no problem. Y/N was definitely one of his favorites.

Slowly, he slid his length out of her mouth and looked down at her. She opened her mouth to show him that she did just what he liked. The way he was looking at her turned her on and intimidated her at the same time.

“Strip,” he ordered. Y/N did as told without any objections as he watched her from the recliner. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she took off each article of clothing.

He pulled her into his lap once she was finished, “Put it inside you.”

Y/N placed his thick girth at her entrance and began to lower herself on it. She gasped as it stretched her, but she continued. He watched her as she slid down to the base.

“I can’t,” Y/N said.

“Why not?” Taemin narrowed his eyes.

“You’re too big,” she answered.

“You didn’t have trouble before,” he remarked.

“It’s been eight months,” she snapped. He grabbed the underside of her face and pulled her down an inch away from his.

“Lose the fucking attitude,” he growled. Y/N chewed on her bottom lip as he glared at her. She knew not to test him any further within that moment.

“Now ride me,” he ordered. Y/N sat there for a moment in silence, not even moving.

He smacked her round bottom hard causing her body to jolt and a yelp to slip from her lips. He palmed her face firmly, bringing it closer to his, “What did I say?”

Slowly, the curvy young adult began rocking her hips. Their eyes were locked in a heated gaze that had her wanting to look away, but the grip he had on her face wasn’t wavering anytime soon. All hesitance that she had seemed to slip away as she moved herself up and down his cock. It was starting to feel so good.

“How does it feel to have me inside you again?” Y/N breathlessly asked. He brought her face a mere inch away from his to the point of where their lips almost touched.

“Answer me, Y/N,” he demanded. She whimpered in response, which wasn’t what he wanted in the slightest.

“I know you can speak, Y/N,” he whispered, “Tell me how it feels.”

“It…it…feels good,” she moaned, rolling her hips. He smirked, kissing her fiercely. His tongue danced with hers in a way that had her moaning into his mouth. He was driving her crazy. So, so, so, so crazy.

Growing tired of her slow pace, Ji-hoon gripped her hips tightly with his lips still connected to hers, lifting her up slowly before slamming her back down all the way. Her lips tore away from his to let out a noise that was a mix between a moan and a shriek.

“That’s what I wanna hear,” he grinned devilishly. He continued bouncing her up and down his length at a pace so fast that she had no choice, but to hold onto the chair. The sound of skin slapping filled the room and she could hear the sound of the springs in the chair going crazy.

Her breasts bounced in his face as he slammed her up and down his length, he managed to catch one in his mouth, suckling on it as she babbled incoherently above him.

“Taemin!” Y/N cried out, “Please…fuck!”

Taemin began to piston in and out of her from below while holding her flush against his body. She had nowhere to run and he wanted it that way.

“Taemin, I’m cumming!”

“Hold it,” he nipped her neck hard causing her to let out a small shriek. The pain definitely did it for her because she soon came.

“You’re so fucking bad for that,” he groaned, following after. Ropes and ropes of his own release spilled into her. He placed one hand on the back of her head and pulled her down to kiss her hard.

Without breaking from the kiss, he stood up and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. He plopped her down onto the bed, then began stripping out of his own clothes. He flipped her over to her stomach, then gave her ass one hard smack.

“FUCK!” Y/N exclaimed.

“After tonight, you’re not leaving me again. You’re going to stay your ass here,” he told her.

“No way. I just needed you for to—“ he smacked her ass hard again, essentially cutting her off. She let out a yelp from the hard smack.

“Do you think I’m playing with you, Y/N?” Taemin questioned. She knew not to answer that question. He was dead fucking serious about this and that was scary as hell.

“I’m not—“ another blow landed onto her round bottom and she let out a whimper this time.

“Did you really think I was about to let you go after tonight?” Taemin questioned. She knew that she was so fucking naive to even think that the crazy man behind her would even let her go. She just wanted a one and done, but he was determined to keep her.

“Answer the question, Y/N,” he ordered.

“Y-yes,” she murmured, feeling him line his cock at her entrance.

“You thought wrong,” he told her, plunging inside. He was going even harder than before, smacking her ass until she was crying and pulling her hair at the same time. He was a menace to her and her poor pussy too.

She soon came around his dick, but he was still going even after. His hand released her hair and she felt his thumb going straight towards her other hole. Her eyes widened and she attempted to push his hand away.

“It seems the little princess is afraid of a thumb near her ass,” he taunted. She couldn’t see him for sure, but she had a feeling that he had a wicked grin on his face like a fox. He was definitely going to try and stick it in there.

“No! Don’t—“ he smacked her ass hard causing her to yell out loud.

“Shut up, Y/N,” he ordered, smacking it again. She bit her lip and whimpered as he pumped in and out of her. His thumb brushed up against the untouched hole and she shuddered.

“I wonder how this hole would feel wrapped around my cock. I bet it would feel so good to just fill this with my cum and watch it drip out,” he groaned as she clenched around his length. She turned her head back to look at him. When their eyes met, he had this predatory look on his face and continued to rub his thumb around her hole.

As he held her gaze, he placed that same thumb into his mouth and soaked it with his own saliva before pressing it against that hole. She gasped as she felt it push into her opening. He continued pushing it in until it was fully inside her, down to the hilt. Y/N had never felt so full before. It was a much different experience.

“Fuck. It’s so tight. It’s practically squeezing the life out of my thumb,” he laughed.

“Please take it out,” she begged.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? You don’t like a little thumb being in there?” Taemin taunted. She was definitely not a fan of it, but he was definitely trying to push for it.

She whimpered when he began to move his thumb in and out of her tight hole. She gasped from the odd feeling of his thumb being in her ass. However, as he continued on she began to feel good from it coupled with his dick sliding in and out of her.

“Ooh. It seems like somebody likes it,” he grinned. He thrusted his thumb in and out of her hole in time with his thrusts. She was feeling so good in both holes because of him. While it scared her, it also felt too good that she didn’t want to admit it out loud.

“Taemin!” Y/N cried out.

“That’s right. Say the name of the man that is making you feel this way,” he groaned. Y/N had never felt pleasure like this before from her back door and she was going to remember this for a while.

His orgasm approached and he came inside her a moment, painting her walls white. He made sure to keep himself plugged because he didn’t want any of his cream spilling out of her. It seemed as if he definitely wanted her to get pregnant, which would make it harder for her to even leave him.

Y/N’s body had collapsed to the bed with his dick inside of her. It seemed like this was the end and by tomorrow he’ll forget the notion that she would stay home with him.

However, her relief was short-lived when he pulled out and flipped her onto her back. He plunged right into her again.

“You thought this was over?” Taemin smirked, sliding in and out of her. A whimper tumbled from her lips.

“I’m just getting started,” he let out a dark chuckle. It was at that moment that it really sunk in that she had fucked up. She had really fucked up.

Y/N didn’t know what she was thinking when she called him, but she must have been on some type of crack because he was being a merciless monster. She didn’t know why she expected something vanilla from him when he went hard no matter what. Here she was being placed into different positions and bended in so many ways that she didn’t know as possible as the large fucked her hard. She couldn’t handle it anymore because she was ready to pass out and the pleasure was becoming too much.

However, each time she tried to crawl away, he would pull her right back and make sure she definitely regretted that decision as he smacked her ass until it was red. Y/N was fucked. She was so very fucked because of him.

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thesafecafe · 2 years ago

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Trust In Me: Mommy May

Summary: You can always trust in Taemin. He is always there for you. He is always there, leading you down the right path. Really, you have no choice but to trust in him. You will, if you know what’s good for you.

CW + Disclaimer: 18+, MDNI, yandere Taemin, toxic relationship, gaslighting, obsessive and possessive themes, manipulation, fingering, pussy slapping, oral (male rec), cum swallowing, unprotected sex (don’t), riding, slight objectification themes, mommy dom! Taemin, sub fem! reader (who’s wearing a microskirt and no panties), pet names, condescending Taemin, reader is naïve + subservient, smut under the cut enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not believe that any of the members of SHINee would act like this in real life, nor is it a guide on their real life personalities. I do not support/condone the behavior represented in this work, it is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

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Tea. Sugar. Milk. Honey. You mentally ticked off the ingredients for the tea you were making. You couldn’t make any mistakes; you couldn’t afford any. It was already bad enough that you were running behind. Thankfully, you’d already prepared lunch, and as soon as you finished setting up the afternoon tea tray, you heard it. The sound that signaled the winding down of time. The sound of a familiar, habitual whistling. Taemin was home. Quickly assessing your tray, you set the final touches up, before throwing off your apron and picking up the tray. Making your way to the living room, you carefully lowered yourself onto your knees.

You let out an internal sigh of relief as you realized you’d made it to the living room first. Just in time too, since it only took a few moments for the whistling to stop. You caught a glimpse of his boots as he walked in, since your eyes were trained on the floor. It was just what he’d taught you to do: kneel before him and don’t speak until he addressed you. A lesson in manners that had been drilled into you over and over again. You heard him taking off his accessories, tossing them into a drawer before he turned to you. “You’re on time today dear. That makes a whole month of you being a good girl right?” He sounded pleased as he circled around your form, before sitting in his recliner. “Go on, speak.”

“Thank you mommy. It is my pleasure to serve you. I wouldn’t be able to do it without you. Allow me to serve you again this afternoon.” Taemin smiled. You genuinely wanted to please him. The lessons had been paying off. “You may serve me. Start with the tea today.” You nodded, placing the tray on his side table. Rising to your feet, you began to prepare the tea that he usually drank. You hoped he couldn't see that your hands had a slight tremble to them. ‘He’s in a good mood, you can ask. Don't worry.’ You reassured yourself as you poured the tea, handing it over to Taemin. ‘Now or never Y/N. Be brave.’ As you prepared yourself to speak, you didn't realize that your expression had changed.

“What’s on your mind my dove? You look worried to death.” Taemin took an appreciative sip of tea, humming before setting it aside. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. So much for being subtle. “Well mommy, I had a question to ask you. Do you remember Mr. Kim’s dove?” He nodded, his eyes meeting yours. “I remember you two had quite an interesting play date last time.” You nodded your head earnestly, excitement beginning to mix with your nerves. “I really enjoyed her company, and when it was time for my phone privileges last week, she asked if I would go to the movies with her soon. If it’s alright with you, can I go mommy, please?” Your words were a bit rushed, but clear. You knew he understood your request, and you waited with bated breath for him to answer.

Seconds stretched into minutes, and you felt like time had slowed down. Each passing second felt like an hour, and you could feel a bead of sweat roll down your neck. Had it always been this hot in the room, or was it the way you were being regarded by your lover, like you were one of the targets he hunted down as a sport. As the tension in the air became palpable, you were sure he was weighing what you said in his mind. Finally, he broke the tense silence. “You want to go to the movies? With someone else?” The indicative tone of his voice had you dropping to your knees. “It wouldn’t be just anyone! It would be your most trusted acquaintance chaperoning. It would be safe as well-’

You are cut off by a hand cupping your jaw. Forcing your chin up so that you meet his eyes. Taemin’s glare freezes you. “My most trusted acquaintance? Who are you to decide who that is for me?! Did I ever say that he was?!” You shake your head, your mouth useless as it is caught in his vice grip. “I allow you company once, and this is how you repay me? You ask to break my number one rule, knowing that it keeps you safe, that it keeps us safe!” You claw at his hand, panic overtaking you. This wasn’t what you planned to happen. You thought you’d done everything right.. “No-no, mommy, I didn’t mean it that way! I wouldn’t try to break your rules, I promise!” Taemin pushes you away, almost toppling you over.

“I see. You don’t love me anymore, right? That’s why you’re asking. My company isn’t enough for you anymore.” You continually denied his words, telling him that you loved him with all your heart. “Is that so? It can’t be. If you really loved me, you’d get on your knees and beg my forgiveness. You’d never ask to go somewhere without me again.” Your heart split in two at his words. Were you really so cruel? You’d never meant to hurt his feelings. Getting onto your hands and knees, you hung your head low. “Please forgive me mommy, It won’t happen again. I’ll be good, I promise! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Another silence fills the room, shorter this time. “Are you really sorry?” Taemin’s voice had a particular edge to it, that you couldn't quite place.

“Yes mommy! One thousand times sorry!” You couldn’t see the wicked sneer on Taemin’s face as he contemplated his next words carefully. “I’m deeply disappointed in you sweetheart. I go to work all day, thinking of nothing but how I’ll keep you safe and take care of you. You really deserve a punishment for such bad behavior.” Your heart dropped at his words. Taemin’s punishments were like hell on earth, and something you never wanted to experience ever again if you could avoid it. There were still scars from the last time. “But since you’ve been so good this past month, I won’t punish you.” Your eyes widened, and you looked up at him in shock. “Don’t look so surprised. I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself.”

You watched as he sat back in his chair, his legs spread wide in his recliner. “Go on dove, show me how sorry you are.” His words hung heavy in the air, and you immediately shuffled closer, stopping when you were situated between his legs. Reaching for his belt, you quickly unbuckled it, before unzipping his pants. You could see the outline of his dick through his underwear, already starting to stand at attention. You carefully placed your hand on him, rubbing him through the material. Taemin sighed, a look of boredom on his face. “Is that all, my toy?” He sighed again, closing his eyes. You changed tactics, this time reaching for the band of his underwear. The last thing you wanted was for him to be unsatisfied. You pulled down his briefs just enough to spring his cock free of restraints.

You wasted no time, taking him into your mouth. Your tongue flattened against the tip, rubbing against it, before sucking it fervently. Taemin groaned as you alternated between harsh sucking and swirling your tongue around him. Your hand moved along the base, your nails grazing the underside of his length. If you’d been paying attention, you’d have seen the way his hands gripped onto the arms of the chair as you pleased him. He was restraining himself; he'd never admit it to you, but he could barely keep himself together from a single touch from you

You could hear him cursing under his breath, a sign he was close. You kept going, taking him further into your mouth, and finally looking at his face. He is watching you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You made eye contact with him, not stopping your actions. You moaned around him, sucking and licking more earnestly. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you let yourself get lost in the feeling. “Fuck!” Taemin cursed loudly, throwing his head back as he filled your mouth with his seed. You caught all of it, not allowing any to spill. “Good girl, swallow it.” Taemin panted, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

You obeyed him, opening your mouth to show him when you were done. “I knew you were still my good girl. Come here, stand up for me.” He pulled you up, bringing you to stand between his legs. He parted your thighs, before sliding his hand up to your slit. Running his middle finger between your lips, he felt your arousal pool and run down to his palm. You shuddered when he grazed your clit. He kept at his shallow teasing for a few moments, before pausing to speak. “You’re my good girl, right?” You swallowed thickly, trying to break through your clouded haze of lust. “Yes mommy, I’m your good girl.” He hummed, nodding his head. “So you won’t ask me to break any more of the rules, right?” You shook your head, reassuring him that you’d never ask again.

Resuming his previous movements, Taemin pressed his fingers deeper between your lips, now fully dragging over your clit. He carefully dipped his middle finger into your hole, loving the way your walls sucked him right in. “My perfect little toy, you’re so naïve. Everyone sees it in you.” Taemin added another finger into you, pumping them in and out, and hitting a spot that had you reeling. “You have to be more careful. Don’t you know that she was trying to humiliate you in public?” His thumb finds your clit, rubbing in circles. “She talks about everyone behind their back, so how could I let you go out with her?” You don’t answer, far too lost in the pleasure you were receiving.

He increased his pace, his fingers fucking into you with renewed purpose. “All you can do is trust in me. I’m here for you, I never deceive you, do I?” You shake your head again. “No, you, you never lie to me mommy. I trust you.” Taemin smirked, satisfied with your answer. Sliding his fingers out of you, he gave you a moment to register it before landing a harsh smack to your clit. It only took two more to send you over the edge, your cries of pleasure like music to his ears. When you came down from your high, he was beaming at you. “My dove, you’re so well behaved, just for me.” You blushed at the compliment, not used to receiving such positive feedback from him.

Taemin pulled you closer to him, pulling you down until you were straddling his thighs. Pulling your face towards his, he kissed you deeply, the taste of his release still on your lips. He broke the kiss for air, putting his forehead against yours. He took a good look at you as you caught your breath. Your makeup was smudged, lip gloss almost nonexistent. Your skirt bunched around your waist, a poor excuse for covering up any skin. But what really drew him in were your eyes. Blown over with lust and unfaltering adoration for the man in front of you. You wanted him, and if there was nothing he wanted more, it was for your desire to be solely focused on him.

Reaching for the lever of the recliner, Taemin adjusted the chair to a more comfortable position. He could feel your eyes on his every movement. “Ride me.” He commands you softly, seeing how much further you’re willing to go; how far you’re willing to go for him. You grab him, aligning the head with your entrance. You ease onto him carefully, until he is fully sheathed in you. You adjust for a moment, before you are moving your hips up and down on him, the both of you sighing in pure bliss. Taemin’s hands come to rest on your hips, helping to move you along the length of his dick. “Do you want to cum for me dove? Want me to fill you up just the way you like?” His teeth nipped at the skin of your neck, and you shivered at the sensation.

“Yes, yes mommy please! Please fill me up!” Taemin kissed your neck, his mouth trailing marks all over your skin. “Then tell me you trust me, that I’m the only one you’ll ever trust. You’re mine, and no one else deserves you, they don’t love you the way I do.” Taemin knew you’d tell him what he wanted to hear. You were completely loyal to him, You were his toy, his puppet specifically. It only took a few strings to make you behave how he wanted. You had no choice but to trust in him. Every puppet needed a master. He just happened to be yours. “You’d better trust in me just like I’m saying.”

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gayashawol · 10 months ago

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shinee having sex with a bbc for the first time ✨💎 imagine 💎✨

CW // THIS CONTENT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER 18!!!! VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!

onew 💚:

- would start comparing your dick with his

- “dang- finally some fine ass meat-”

- he can’t wait to put that thang inside his ass

- he’s definitely going to be bouncing, his legs would give up in pleasure

- “ummmm yesssssss i want all of it in-”

- wants to be cummed all over his cock and butt”

- he’s not sure but he might try it again!

jonghyun ❤️:

- he needs some time to digest what he’s seeing

- “awh man, i gotta do every single inch??”

- happily gives you a sloppy head

- “but seriously, would that destroy my hole?”

- gets an emotional restart as soon as your dick goes inside of him

- couldn’t resist the urge to moan out loud as he felt the dick squishing and rearranging his organs

- tells you to cum on his back and/or cum on his mouth

- definitely wants to go again-

key 🩷:

- isn’t super new to big cocks so he’s an amateur (dubulge)

- would go straight for head, but realises that it’s quite big for his mouth

- “wow- this is so big- korean guys could never-”

- takes his time to deepthroat, but he eventually does it

- would beg to be fucked as soon as you declare that you’re fully hardened

- he makes it in with a fast start, but then he slows down, feeling his hole opening up. takes a break, then goes again. repeats until all inches are inside.

- he’s on fours, jerking in the same beat as you while whining and screaming.

- he gets very tight, so you get a hard time thrusting inside without climaxing a little earlier than you should-

- you could’ve asked him where you wanted to cum, but he turned into a cumdump

- it was the best sex he ever had, and he’s never going back once he goes black

minho 💙:

- he looks at it, then looks at your face

- still confused

- confused again

- he licks it to see if it’s real… then touches it… then flicks it to watch it bounce

- “this is HUGE- how do i start?”

- he tries to give head, but he almost gags

- he eventually goes to suck your tip while giving a handjob

- is too scared to put the cock inside of him

- he closes his eyes as your cock slides inside

- he grunts loudly, growls when he’s about to bust

- might not do bbc again, or probably will. (he prefers dubulge)

taemin 💛:

- would fumble in his speech upon his gaze

- tries to give it a go by licking the tip

- “why is it moving so much???”

- he LOVES being throat fucked (and may or may not had a lot of practice with onew)

- it takes a while, but he eventually goes nearly all the way to your balls

- could feel his hole opening, whines while feeling your cock grow 2x its size

- scratches a pillow so hard out of pleasure that he accidentally rips it open (go off catboy ig-)

- wants to be bitten as it helps with the pleasure

- whines when he’s about to cum and begs for you to cum deep inside him

- he gives your cock kisses, reassuring that he will be back for more

they dancing because they really like your long subway footlong lol

come back next time for…

✨💎 shinee bbc group sex! 💎✨

anywho, i need to reconsider my life… until next time! byeee!

#gayashawol #shinee anniversary present lol #kpop #shinee #onew x black male reader #jonghyun x black male reader #key x black male reader #minho x black male reader #taemin x black male reader #shinee x black male reader #bbc

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ntoxicatedcherri · 5 months ago

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This masterlist contains mature (18+) content, including explicit themes, horror elements, and intense emotional scenes. And, as always, these are written with Black Women in mind. Anyone can read but be respectful of who I am representing in this space. Please proceed with caution and enjoy the ride! ❤️‍🔥-smut 🖤-horror 💔-angst 💝-fluff

NCT 127/DREAM/WAYV ❤️‍🔥Toxic- Jaehyun

ATEEZ

❤️‍🔥🖤-Mirror, Mirror- Yunho (Coming Soon) ❤️‍🔥Discipline-Yunho ❤️‍🔥🖤💔- Dreamwalker-Seonghwa

STRAY KIDS MONSTA X

TAEMIN

JACKSON WANG ❤️‍🔥🖤Marked

#kpop x black character #kpop x black reader #lee taemin #jackson wang #nct #nct 127 #wayv #nct dream

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chimcess · 3 months ago

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Pitch Black || jjk (Prologue)

⮞ Chapter 0: Prologue Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Other Tags: Convict!Jungkook, Escaped Prisoner!Jungkook, Piolet!Reader, Captain!Reader, Holyman!Namjoon, Captain!Taehyung, Doctor!Jimin, Genre: Sci-Fi, Action, Adventure, Thriller, Suspense, Strangers to Enemies to ???, Slow Burn, LOTS of Angst, Light Fluff, Eventual Smut, Third Person POV, 18+ Only Word Count: 400+ Summary: Stranded on a barren planet lit by three suns, a group of survivors struggle to survive after their transporter crash-lands. Their situation grows dire when pilot Y/N discovers that every 22 years, an eclipse plunges the planet into darkness, unleashing swarms of flesh-eating creatures. Facing both external threats and internal tensions, the group forms a fragile alliance. As mistrust and secrets surface, Y/N's complicated dynamic with convict and murderer Jungkook intensifies, making the fight for survival against the darkness and the creatures even more perilous. A/N: When I decided to rewatch the Riddick movies and reread the comics, I never thought I'd get so inspired to write a fanfiction based off of a "what-if" scenario, but here we are. So, this story follows the main storyline in Pitch Black (I think that's pretty obvious by the title) with a pretty large twist that leads into the rest of the story that's to come. Like everything I write (I'm so sorry), this will be a massive series that's pulling from a few of my new obsessions as well as my own creative thoughts and feelings. Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you guys will follow along.

In the cold stillness of his cryosleep chamber, Jungkook's thoughts flickered like static on a faulty transmission, defying the stasis meant to consume him. They said cryosleep shut down most of the brain—all but the primitive side, the animal instincts that lurked beneath reason. Maybe that explained why he was still awake when no one else was. He didn’t question it much anymore. It just was.

Transporting him with civilians had been a bold choice, one he suspected someone would regret soon enough. The faint echoes of the world beyond his chamber filtered through his sharpened senses—a faint murmuring with an Saramic lilt, chanting low and steady. Likely a holy man, heading for New Mecca. But what route would they take to get there? He played out the possibilities in his mind, trying to map the path based on the faint hum of the engines and the sense of distance stretching endlessly ahead.

Then there was the scent. Subtle, but there: sweat mixed with leather, the metallic tang of tools, and the earthy grit of worn boots. A woman, no doubt—a prospector, maybe one of those free settlers who carved out a living on the fringes of colonized space. He imagined her kind: practical, determined, stubborn as hell. And he knew one thing for certain. They never traveled the main roads.

That brought his focus back to the real problem: Taemin Lee. The so-called lawman. A brown-eyed devil with a mercenary streak and a personal agenda. Jungkook knew exactly what Lee planned to do—drag him back to slam, back to a cage. But Lee had made a critical mistake this time. He’d picked the wrong route. The long route. The ghost lane.

A long time between stops. A long time for something to go wrong.

And as if summoned by that thought, something did feel wrong. Subtly at first, but unmistakable. The hum of the engines wasn’t right—too uneven, like a heartbeat skipping in the dark. The muffled sounds of the ship’s systems filtered through the walls of his chamber, distorted but insistent. Alerts, maybe. Warnings. He couldn’t make out the specifics, but the tone was unmistakable: something was off.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his senses sharpening as his body fought against the enforced stillness of cryosleep. The faint shiver of vibration in the chamber walls had changed, the ship itself broadcasting unease. It was subtle, but he felt it—like prey sensing a predator in the shadows.

A long time between stops, indeed.

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winwintea · 2 months ago

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encore

PAIRING ↬ actor!park sunghoon x fem!reader

TAGS ↬ thriller, romance, action, mystery, suspense, body swap au, supernatural au, musical theatre setting, everyone is pretty sus, sunghoon is a sassy king for like 5 seconds, he also breaks the 4th wall randomly

SUMMARY ↬ you aren’t giselle.

so why do you look like her? are you in giselle’s body right now? then where’s your actual body? and where in the world is the real giselle? is the lead actor who seems to be the only one to recognize you actually on your side? or will you get caught by the others and perish in a body that isn’t your own? so many questions and so little time.

WORD COUNT ↬ 8.1k words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ my official enhablur debut 🥺🥺 (ignore the jay fic i wrote last year i’m pretending like it doesn’t exist) thank u @polarisjisung my love for encouraging me to post as well as beta read <33 we stepping out of the comfort zone with this one!

PLAYLIST ↬ fatal trouble - enhypen; marionette - red velvet; masquerade - chung ha; swan - miyeon; head over heels - abba; fairytale - alexander rybak; judas - lady gaga; mystery lover - taemin; encore - purple kiss

THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICED WAS THE SMELL.

It wasn’t the usual faint scent of your lavender body wash or the stale coffee from your tiny apartment. No, this was something richer, more expensive—like jasmine and vanilla, with a hint of stage makeup and something metallic. Your head throbbed as you blinked your eyes open, the world spinning into focus.

You were lying on a plush velvet chaise lounge, the kind you’d see in old Hollywood movies. The room around you was bathed in soft golden light, the walls adorned with framed playbills and bouquets of roses. A vanity table sat in the corner, its mirror reflecting the cluster of makeup brushes, lipsticks, and a half-empty bottle of champagne.

“What the—” You started, voice catching in your throat. That wasn’t your voice. It was smoother, more melodic, with a slight edge of authority. You froze, heart pounding as you stared at the mirror.

The reflection staring back at you wasn’t yours.

It was Giselle’s.

You scrambled to your feet, nearly tripping over the hem of a silk robe that definitely wasn’t yours. You gripped the edge of the vanity, leaning closer to the mirror. The face staring back at you was flawless—high cheekbones, perfectly winged eyeliner, and lips painted a deep crimson. You reached up to touch her face, and the reflection mimicked you perfectly.

“No, no, no, this isn’t happening,” You muttered, voice trembling. You pinched her arm, but the sharp pain only confirmed this wasn’t a dream. “Okay, okay, think. You’re Y/N. You’re not Giselle. You’re… not Giselle. So why do you look like her?!”

You paced the room, mind racing. Someone had told you about a special VIP experience backstage. Which led you to wander into a locked dressing room, and then… nothing. Just darkness. And now this.

A knock at the door made you jump. “Giselle? You in there? We’ve got a run-through in ten.”

You recognized that voice. It was Sunghoon, the theatre’s lead actor and famous heartthrob. Your stomach churned. If anyone could tell something was off, it would be him.

“Uh, yeah! Just… give me a second!” You called back, cringing at how unconvincing you sounded.

The door swung open before you could stop it, and there he was—Park Sunghoon, in all his unfairly handsome glory. He was dressed in a fitted black button-up and tailored slacks, his hair perfectly styled. His sharp eyes narrowed as he took you in.

“You’re not Giselle,” he said flatly, crossing his arms.

Your heart skipped a beat. “What? Of course I am! Who else would I be?”

Sunghoon stepped closer, his gaze piercing. “Giselle doesn’t slouch. She doesn’t fidget. And she definitely doesn’t look like she’s about to pass out from panic.” He tilted his head, studying you. “So, who are you, and what did you do with Giselle?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the words caught in your throat. You slumped back onto the chaise lounge, burying your face in your hands. “I don’t know! I don’t know what’s happening! I’m not Giselle—I’m Y/N! I was just… I was just a fan, and now I’m… her!”

Sunghoon’s expression softened slightly, though he still looked wary. He sat down beside you, keeping a careful distance. “Okay, let’s say I believe you. How did this happen?”

“I don’t know!” You groaned, running a hand through your hair—err well, Giselle’s hair. “I was backstage, and I found this weird dressing room with a mirror, and then… bam! I woke up like this.”

Sunghoon frowned. “The locked dressing room? That’s been off-limits for weeks. Jay said it was under renovation.”

“Well, it wasn’t locked when I found it,” You muttered, glancing at him, eyes pleading. “You have to believe me. I’m not crazy.”

Sunghoon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re definitely not Giselle. She’d never admit to being crazy, even if she was.” He stood, offering you a hand. “Come on. We need to figure this out before anyone else notices.”

You hesitated before taking his hand. “Why are you helping me?”

He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Because if you’re telling the truth, this is the most interesting thing that’s happened in this theatre in years. And if you’re lying… well, let’s just say I’ll enjoy watching you try to pull this off.”

You groaned. “Great. So I’m stuck in Giselle’s body, and my only ally is a guy who thinks this is funny.”

Sunghoon’s smirk widened. “Welcome to the show, Y/N. Let’s see if you can survive Act One.”

Sunghoon leaned against the vanity, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the room as if it might suddenly reveal its secrets.

You were still trying to process the fact that you were now living in Giselle’s body—and apparently her life. Which you didn’t even know was possible. This is the type of situation you only read in stories or watched in movies. Not real life. You paced nervously, Giselle’s silk robe swishing dramatically with every step. No biggie, I’ve just swapped bodies with someone! Perfectly normal Tuesday! Maybe if I fall asleep again I’ll wake up and this will all be a dream!

“Okay, let’s start from the beginning,” Sunghoon said, his tone calm but laced with curiosity. “You’re Y/N. You’re not Giselle. You woke up in her body after messing with a creepy mirror. Did I miss anything?”

“Uh, yeah,” You snapped, stopping mid-pace to glare at him. “The part where this is a literal nightmare, and I have no idea how to fix it!”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Right. Well, while you were busy freaking out, I was thinking. Giselle’s been… off lately. Like, really off.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, picking up a tube of lipstick from the vanity and twirling it between his fingers. “She’s been missing rehearsals, showing up late, forgetting her lines. And she’s been weirdly secretive. Like, she’d disappear for hours and then act like nothing happened. I tried asking her about it, but she just brushed me off.”

Your eyes widened. “So you’re saying something was already wrong with her before I got… swapped into her?”

“Exactly,” Sunghoon said, setting the lipstick down. “And now you’re here, which means whatever’s going on, it’s bigger than just you.”

You scowled again, sinking back onto the chaise lounge. “Great. So not only am I stuck in someone else’s body, but that someone might be in some kind of trouble? Fantastic. Just fantastic.”

Sunghoon smirked. “Look on the bright side. At least you’re stuck in the body of a gorgeous, talented star. Could’ve been worse.”

You shot him a withering look. “Oh, yeah, because this is such a privilege. I’m living the dream.”

Before Sunghoon could retort, your eyes landed on something tucked under the edge of the vanity—a small, folded piece of paper. You reached for it, your fingers trembling slightly as you unfolded it. The note was written in elegant, cursive handwriting:

“The mirror knows the truth. Trust no one.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You held the note out to Sunghoon, who took it with a frown.

“Well, that’s not ominous at all,” he said dryly, handing it back to you. “Any idea what it means?”

“No, but it sounds like Giselle knew something was going on,” You said, your mind racing. “Maybe she found out about the mirror and whatever… this is.” You gestured wildly at yourself.

Sunghoon nodded, his expression serious now. “Okay, so here’s the plan. We figure out what’s going on, reverse whatever this is, and get you back to your body. But we have to be careful. If anyone finds out you’re not Giselle, it’s game over.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who has to pretend to be a world-class actress and singer.”

Sunghoon grinned, leaning closer. “Relax. I’ll help you. I’ve been acting alongside Giselle for months. I know her better than anyone here.”

You peeked at him through your fingers. “And why should I trust you? For all I know, you could be the one behind this.”

He placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “Ouch. You wound me. If I wanted to piss off and mess with someone, it definitely wouldn’t be Giselle. Too much drama. I already have enough trying to deal with her on a daily basis.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, despite the absurdity of the situation. “Fine. But if you double-cross me, I’m taking you down with me.”

“Deal,” Sunghoon said, holding out his hand. You hesitated for a moment before shaking it, his grip firm and reassuring.

“Alright, partner,” You said, trying to sound confident. “Where do we start?”

Sunghoon’s grin turned mischievous. “First, we need to get you through rehearsal without blowing your cover. Then, we investigate the mirror and figure out who else might be involved in this. Sound good?”

You sighed, running a hand through Giselle’s perfectly styled hair. “Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. But what choice do I have?”

“That’s the spirit!” Sunghoon said, clapping you on the shoulder. “Now, let’s get you to rehearsal before someone starts asking questions. And try to act like Giselle. You know, confident, flawless, and just a little bit terrifying.”

You sighed, but followed him out of the dressing room, the cryptic note clutched tightly in your hand. As the two of you stepped into the bustling hallway, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you.

“Sunghoon,” you whispered, glancing over your shoulder. “What if someone here already knows?”

He glanced at you, his expression unreadable. “Then we’re in bigger trouble than we thought. But don’t worry. I’ve got your back.”

You nodded, though your stomach was in knots. You couldn’t help but feel like you were stepping into a role you were nowhere near ready for.

The moment you stepped out of the dressing room with Sunghoon, the weight of Giselle’s life crashed down on you like a poorly rigged stage light. The hallway was alive with activity—crew members rushing back and forth, actors rehearsing lines, and the faint hum of the orchestra tuning up in the distance. You clutched the mysterious note in your hand, your heart pounding as you tried to remember how to walk like someone who belonged here.

Sunghoon leaned in, his voice low. “Remember, you’re Giselle. You’ve got this.”

You shot him a look. “You’re setting the bar a little high, don’t you think?”

He smirked. “Just channel your inner diva. And try not to freak out.”

Before you could respond, a voice called out from behind you.

“Giselle! There you are!”

You turned to see Jay striding toward you, his signature easygoing smile plastered across his face. As the owner of the theatre and Sunghoon’s best friend, Jay was the kind of guy who seemed to know everyone and everything. His sharp eyes scanned you, and you could feel the weight of his curiosity.

“Hey, Jay,” you said, forcing a smile. Your voice sounded too high-pitched, too nervous. You cleared your throat and tried again, lowering your tone to match Giselle’s smooth, confident cadence. “What’s up?”

Jay tilted his head, his smile never wavering. “Just checking in. You’ve been… different lately. Everything okay?”

You froze. Different? Of course you were different—you weren’t Giselle! But you couldn’t say that. Instead, you forced a laugh, hoping it didn’t sound as fake as it felt. “Different? Me? Nah, I’m just… prepping for the big night. You know how it is.”

Jay’s gaze lingered on you for a moment too long before he nodded. “Right. Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

As he walked away, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Sunghoon nudged you. “Not bad. But next time, try not to sound like you’re auditioning for a horror movie.”

You glared at him. “Oh, shut up.”

Your next encounter was with Yangyang, the theatre’s logistics manager. He was leaning against a stack of prop crates, scrolling through his phone, but his eyes flicked up the moment you approached.

“Giselle,” he said, his tone casual but his gaze sharp. “Heard you’ve been spending a lot of time in the locked dressing room. Find anything interesting?”

Your stomach dropped. How did he know about that? You forced a smile, channeling every ounce of Giselle’s confidence. “Just looking for some peace and quiet. You know how it is.”

Yangyang’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Peace and quiet? In this place? Good luck with that.” He pushed off the crates and walked away, leaving you with the distinct feeling that he knew more than he was letting on.

Sunghoon leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’s always been a little too nosy for his own good. Watch your back around him.”

You nodded, your nerves fraying with every interaction.

Then came Soyeon and Yunjin, the theatre’s supporting actress and stand-in, respectively. They were huddled together near the stage, whispering furiously. As you approached, Yunjin’s eyes narrowed, her dislike for Giselle practically radiating off her.

“Well, look who decided to show up,” Yunjin said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Finally gracing us with your presence, Giselle?”

You swallowed hard, trying to channel Giselle’s trademark coolness. “Nice to see you too, Yunjin. Soyeon.”

Soyeon smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “We were just talking about how… dedicated you’ve been to the role lately. It’s inspiring, really.”

The way she said “dedicated” made your skin crawl. You forced a smile, though your palms were sweating. “Thanks. I try.”

Yunjin rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, try harder. Some of us actually care about this production.”

Before you could respond, Soyeon linked arms with Yunjin and pulled her away, shooting you a look that was equal parts pity and disdain.

Sunghoon appeared at your side, his expression grim. “Yunjin’s never been a fan of Giselle, but that was… intense. What did you do to her?”

“Me? Nothing!” you hissed. “I’m just trying not to get caught!”

Your next interaction was with Belle, the theatre’s makeup artist and Jay’s confidant. She was waiting for you in the dressing room, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable.

“Giselle,” she said, her voice smooth but with an edge that made your stomach twist. “Jay mentioned you’ve been… distracted lately. Anything you want to talk about?”

You forced a smile, though your heart was racing. “No, everything’s fine. Just prepping for the show.”

Belle’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you were certain she could see right through you. “You know, if there’s something going on, you can tell me. I’m here to help.”

The way she said it sounded more like a threat than an offer. You nodded, trying to look grateful. “Thanks, Belle. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She studied you for a moment longer before nodding. “Good. Don’t forget—we’re all counting on you.”

As she left, you sank into the nearest chair, your legs trembling. Sunghoon appeared in the doorway, his expression serious.

“You okay?” he asked.

You shook your head. “No. Everyone’s so… suspicious. And Belle? She’s terrifying.”

Sunghoon nodded. “Yeah, she’s not someone to mess with. But you handled it well. Just keep your guard up.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “This is impossible. How am I supposed to keep this up?”

Sunghoon crouched in front of you, his voice softening. “You’re doing better than you think. Just remember—you’re not alone in this. I’ve got your back.”

You looked up at him, his steady gaze grounding you. “I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He grinned, standing and offering you a hand. “Probably get caught in, like, five minutes. Now come on—we’ve got a mystery to solve.”

After the nerve-wracking encounters with Jay, Yangyang, Soyeon, Yunjin, and Belle, you were starting to feel like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment. Sunghoon had disappeared to “do some digging,” leaving you to navigate the rest of the theatre’s cast and crew on your own. You took a deep breath, straightened Giselle’s silk robe, and stepped back into the fray.

You found Shotaro in the costume room, meticulously organizing a rack of elaborate gowns. He jumped when you entered, nearly dropping a sequined dress.

“Giselle!” he said, his voice an octave higher than usual. “What are you doing here?”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to channel Giselle’s trademark coolness. “Just checking on my costumes for the show. Everything ready?”

Shotaro nodded quickly, but his hands were shaking as he adjusted the hangers. “Y-yes, of course. Everything’s perfect. Just like always.”

You hesitated, then decided to push your luck. “By the way, have you heard anything about the locked dressing room? The one near the west wing?”

Shotaro froze, his face paling. “N-no. Why would I know anything about that?”

His reaction was so over-the-top that you almost laughed. Almost. “Just curious. It’s been off-limits for weeks, right?”

He nodded vigorously, avoiding your gaze. “Yes, totally off-limits. No one goes in there. Ever. Definitely not me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Right. Well, let me know if you hear anything.”

As you left, you could feel Shotaro’s anxious gaze burning into your back.

Winwin was Giselle’s supposed confidant, but the moment you approached him, you could tell something was off. He was leaning against a wall backstage, scrolling through his phone, but his eyes flicked up the moment you got close.

“Giselle,” he said, his tone casual but his gaze sharp. “You’ve been… different lately.”

You forced a smile, though your heart was racing. “Different? How so?”

He shrugged, slipping his phone into his pocket. “I don’t know. Just… not yourself. You’ve been avoiding me.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Avoiding you? No, I’ve just been busy with the show.”

Winwin’s expression softened, but there was something in his eyes that made you uneasy. “You know you can talk to me, right? Whatever’s going on, I’m here for you.”

The sincerity in his voice threw you for a loop. Was he genuinely concerned, or was this some kind of act? You nodded, trying to look grateful. “Thanks, Winwin. I’ll keep that in mind.”

As you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that his loyalty wasn’t as unwavering as Giselle might have thought.

You found Woozi in the rehearsal room, hunched over a notebook and muttering to himself. He didn’t notice you until you were standing right in front of him.

“Giselle!” he said, his eyes lighting up. “Just the person I wanted to see. I’ve made some changes to your solo. I think you’ll love them.”

You forced a smile, though your stomach was in knots. “Changes? What kind of changes?”

He handed you the notebook, his excitement palpable. “Just a few lyrical tweaks to better reflect your character’s inner turmoil. I think it’ll really elevate your performance.”

You glanced at the page, your heart sinking at the sight of his intensely scribbled revision notes. “Uh, great. Thanks, Woozi.”

He leaned in, his gaze intense. “You’re the heart of this production, Giselle. Without you, it’s nothing. Don’t forget that.”

The weight of his words made you feel like you were carrying the entire theatre on your shoulders. You nodded, trying to look appreciative. “I won’t.”

As you left, you couldn’t help but feel like Woozi’s obsession with Giselle’s performance was more than just professional.

Your final encounter of the day was with Mark and Heeseung, the theatre’s stuntman and stage control, respectively. They were huddled near the lighting booth, deep in conversation, but Mark’s face lit up when he saw you.

“Giselle!” he said, grinning. “You’re looking… uh, great as always.”

You smiled, though your nerves were frayed. “Thanks, Mark. What’s up?”

He shrugged, his enthusiasm undimmed. “Just going over some stunt sequences for the big fight scene. You should come watch sometime—it’s pretty cool.”

Before you could respond, Heeseung stepped forward, his expression serious. “Giselle, can I talk to you for a second?”

You nodded, your stomach twisting. “Sure.”

Heeseung pulled you aside, his voice low. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you lately, but you need to be careful. Not everyone here has your best interests at heart.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his bluntness. “What do you mean?”

He glanced around before leaning in closer. “Just… watch your back. Everyone here… They’re not as trustworthy as they seem. I’m worried about you.”

Before you could ask for more details, Mark called out, “Heeseung! We’ve got work to do!”

Heeseung gave you one last meaningful look before walking away, leaving you with more questions than answers.

As the day came to an end, you retreated to Giselle’s dressing room, your mind spinning. Everyone seemed to have their own secrets, their own agendas. The only person you could trust was Sunghoon—and even that felt like a gamble.

You sank into the chaise lounge, staring at the strange note in your hand. “The mirror knows the truth. Trust no one.”

“Easier said than done,” you muttered, closing your eyes.

You were still staring at the cryptic note when the door to the dressing room creaked open. Sunghoon slipped inside, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said, closing the door behind him. “What happened?”

You held up the note, your hand trembling slightly. “I talked to everyone. And by ‘talked,’ I mean I barely survived a series of increasingly suspicious and terrifying interactions.”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, taking the note from you. “Let me guess: Shotaro looked like he was about to faint, Winwin was weirdly intense, Woozi tried to rewrite the entire show, and Heeseung gave you some cryptic warning?”

You blinked. “How did you know?”

He smirked, leaning against the vanity. “Because I’ve been working with these people for years. They’re all… unique.”

“Unique?” you repeated, incredulous. “Sunghoon, everyone here is either hiding something, hates Giselle, or is way too obsessed with her. I don’t know how she does this every day.”

He shrugged. “She’s Giselle. She thrives on drama. Speaking of which…” He gestured to the note. “The mirror, huh? ”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you muttered. “It’s the only lead we’ve got. We need to figure out what’s going on before someone realizes I’m not Giselle.”

Sunghoon nodded, his gaze shifting to the locked dressing room door. “Alright. Let’s start with the mirror.”

The two of you made your way to the locked dressing room, the hallway eerily quiet now that rehearsals were over. Sunghoon pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door with a soft click.

“Where did you get those?” you whispered.

He grinned. “Let’s just say I have my ways.”

The room was exactly as you remembered it—dimly lit, with the antique mirror standing ominously in the corner. You stepped inside, your heart pounding as you approached the mirror.

“It’s… kind of creepy,” you said, staring at your reflection—or rather, Giselle’s reflection.

Sunghoon stood beside you, his arms crossed. “Yeah, it’s definitely giving off ‘haunted antique’ vibes. But why would Giselle be so interested in it?”

You shook your head, your eyes scanning the room for clues. “I don’t know, but there’s got to be something here.”

As you searched, your foot caught on the edge of a loose floorboard. You crouched down, pulling it up to reveal a hidden compartment. Inside was a torn page from what looked like a diary.

“Sunghoon,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Look at this.”

He knelt beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he read the page aloud.

“I made a deal with them. I thought it was worth it—the fame, the glory, the lead role. But now I’m not so sure. The mirror… it’s watching me. I can feel it. If something happens to me, it’s because of them. Trust no one.”

You looked up at Sunghoon, your stomach churning. “A deal? What kind of deal?”

He frowned, his brow furrowed in thought. “I don’t know, but it sounds like Giselle got herself into something dangerous. And if the mirror is involved…”

“Then we’re in way over our heads,” you finished, your voice trembling.

Sunghoon placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch grounding you. “Hey, we’ll figure this out. Together.”

You nodded, though your mind was racing. “But where do we even start? Everyone here seems to have their own agenda. Who can we trust?”

He smirked, his tone lightening. “Well, you can trust me. Mostly.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile. “Mostly? That’s reassuring.”

“Hey, I’m the one helping you navigate this mess,” he said, standing and offering you a hand. “That counts for something, right?”

You took his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. “I guess it does. But seriously, I’ll kill you if you throw me under the bus.”

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Already noted. Now, let’s get out of here before someone catches us.”

Back in Giselle’s dressing room, you sank into the chaise lounge, your mind spinning. Sunghoon sat beside you, his presence a comforting anchor in the chaos.

“So,” he said, breaking the silence. “What’s the plan?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know. But we need to figure out who Giselle made this deal with and what it has to do with the mirror. And we need to do it fast.”

Sunghoon nodded, his expression serious. “Agreed. But for now, you need to focus on not blowing your cover. The show’s opening night is in two days, and everyone’s counting on Giselle to deliver.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Great. No pressure or anything.”

He chuckled, nudging you with his shoulder. “You’ve been doing pretty great already. You got this. And I’ll help if I can, remember?”

You looked up at him, his steady gaze calming your nerves. “Thanks, Sunghoon. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He grinned, his tone teasing. “Now get some rest. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

As he left, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. Despite the danger and the mystery, you weren’t alone.

You were backstage, nervously rehearsing Giselle’s lines under your breath, when Yunjin cornered you near the prop storage. Her arms were crossed, her expression sharp enough to cut glass.

“You’re slipping, Giselle,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Forgot your blocking during the ensemble number yesterday. Missed your cue today. What’s next? Forgetting the lyrics to your precious solo?”

You forced a laugh, though your palms were sweating. “Relax, Yunjin. It’s called acting. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Funny. The Giselle I know wouldn’t need to ‘act’ like she knows what she’s doing.” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “If you’re not up for the role, just say so. Soyeon’s been ready to take over since day one.”

Before you could retort, Sunghoon materialized at your side, his tone light but edged with warning. “Yunjin, don’t you have an understudy rehearsal to prep for? Or are you too busy auditioning for the role of ‘villain’?”

Yunjin scoffed, shooting you one last glare before storming off.

“You okay?” Sunghoon asked, his hand brushing yours briefly.

You exhaled shakily. “Remind me why Yunjin hates Giselle again?”

He smirked. “Giselle stole her solo in last year’s production. And her ex-boyfriend. And, according to rumors, her favorite coffee order.”

You groaned. “Of course she did.”

Later, while Sunghoon distracted the crew, you slipped into Jay’s office. The room was eerily tidy, save for a stack of financial ledgers on his desk. You flipped through them, heart pounding, until a voice froze you mid-page.

“Looking for something?”

Belle stood in the doorway, her posture relaxed but her eyes cold. You dropped the ledger like it was on fire.

“Just… admiring Jay’s organizational skills!” you said, forcing a smile. “Who knew spreadsheets could be so… thrilling?”

Belle stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her. “Curiosity is dangerous in a place like this, Giselle. Especially when it’s not your business.”

You swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She leaned against the desk, her red nails tapping the ledger. “Let me be clear: whatever game you’re playing, stop. This theatre survives because people stay in their lanes. You’d do well to remember yours.”

The threat hung in the air like smoke. Before you could respond, she turned on her heel and left, her parting words slicing through the silence: “Stay out of the dark, Giselle. It’s easier to get lost there than you think.”

That night, you met Sunghoon in the empty auditorium to compare notes.

“Belle’s definitely hiding something,” you whispered, pacing the aisle. “And Jay’s ledgers had weird entries—large payments to ‘Anonymous Benefactors.’ What does that even mean?”

Sunghoon frowned. “It means we’re dealing with someone who’s got money—and secrets. Did you—”

A sudden clatter of scaffolding made you both freeze. Mark emerged from the shadows, his face pale.

“Giselle? Sunghoon?” he said, glancing between you. “What are you guys doing here so late?”

You plastered on a smile. “Just… rehearsing! You know how Sunghoon is about perfection.”

Mark hesitated, his gaze lingering on the file in Sunghoon’s hand. “Rehearsing… with financial records?”

Sunghoon stepped forward smoothly. “It’s method acting, Mark. Giselle’s character is a corrupt CEO. Very gritty. Very real.”

Mark blinked. “Oh. Cool, I guess? Just… be careful, okay? Heeseung said there’ve been weird noises backstage at night.”

As he walked away, you slumped into a seat. “We are terrible at this.”

Sunghoon grinned. “Nah. We’re just… creatively challenged.”

By the time you returned to Giselle’s dressing room, exhaustion and panic had merged into a dizzying haze. Sunghoon followed you inside, his usual smirk replaced by genuine concern.

“We’re running out of time,” you said, sinking onto the couch. “If we don’t figure this out before opening night…”

“We will,” Sunghoon interrupted, crouching in front of you. “But you need to breathe. Freaking out won’t help Giselle—or you.”

You met his gaze, his steadiness anchoring you. “What if we can’t fix this? What if I’m stuck like… this?”

He hesitated, then reached for your hand. “Then I’ll teach you how to hit Giselle’s high notes. And how to glare at Yangyang without laughing. And—”

You snorted, swatting his arm. “You’re impossible.”

“But you’re smiling,” he said softly.

The moment hung between you, charged and fragile—until a sharp knock shattered it.

“Giselle?” Jay’s voice called through the door. “We need to talk. Now.”

Sunghoon squeezed your hand once before slipping out the window, leaving you alone to face the storm.

The moment Jay stepped into Giselle’s dressing room, the air thickened with tension. He closed the door softly behind him, his usual friendly demeanor replaced by a chilling calm.

“Let’s skip the act, Giselle,” he said, leaning against the vanity. “You’ve been digging where you shouldn’t. Ledgers. The mirror. Our deal.”

You froze, your pulse roaring in your ears. Our deal. The words from Giselle’s diary page flashed in your mind. I made a deal with them. You forced yourself to meet Jay’s gaze, channeling every ounce of Giselle’s steel.

“You think I’d forget our arrangement?” you said, your voice steady despite the storm inside. “I’m just making sure you’re holding up your end.”

Jay’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh, I’ve held up my end. You’re the star, aren’t you? The spotlight, the adoration—all because of me. But now you’re sniffing around like a lost puppy. Why?”

You crossed your arms, mimicking Giselle’s signature icy poise. “Maybe I don’t like being kept in the dark. The mirror, the payments to ‘Anonymous Benefactors’… What’s the price you mentioned in our deal, Jay?”

His expression darkened. For a heartbeat, you saw it—the flicker of fear beneath his polished façade. “The price,” he said slowly, “is silence. You wanted the role, I gave it to you. But if you keep pushing, that mirror won’t be the only thing that disappears.”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “Finish the show. Play your part. Or I’ll make sure you regret ever stepping into this theatre.”

The door slammed behind him, leaving you trembling.

You found Sunghoon in the prop loft, sorting through dusty set designs. The second you relayed Jay’s threats, his playful smirk vanished.

“A deal for the lead role,” he muttered, pacing. “That explains why Giselle’s been so paranoid. But what’s the mirror got to do with it?”

You pulled out the torn diary page and the ledger notes. “Jay’s been funneling money to someone—or something. And Giselle wrote that the mirror was ‘watching’ her. What if the deal wasn’t just with Jay? What if it’s… older?”

Sunghoon’s eyes widened. “The theatre’s original owner disappeared decades ago. Rumor was he made a pact with some cursed object to keep the place running.” He grabbed your hand, urgency in his grip. “The mirror. It’s not just a prop—it’s the source. Jay’s using it to control things… and Giselle was part of it.”

You stared at the diary entry. “If something happens to me, it’s because of them.” “She was going to expose him,” you realized. “That’s why she was acting strange. Jay found out, and he—or whatever’s tied to that mirror—swapped our bodies to silence her.”

Sunghoon cursed under his breath. “And now you’re stuck in the crosshairs. If we don’t break this curse before opening night, you might be trapped like this forever… or worse.”

Back in the dressing room, you and Sunghoon spread the clues across the floor: the diary page, the ledger, a faded newspaper article about the theatre’s cursed history.

“So Jay’s the middleman,” Sunghoon said, tapping the article. “But the real power’s in the mirror. It demands a ‘price’—probably souls or some messed-up supernatural rent.”

You grimaced. “Giselle paid with hers, didn’t she? That’s why she’s gone. And now the mirror wants… me?”

Sunghoon’s jaw tightened. “Not if I can help it. We need to find the original pact. If we destroy it, maybe we break the curse.”

You hesitated. “What if it’s not enough? What if we’re already too late?”

He turned to you, his gaze fierce. “Then we’ll burn the whole theatre down. But I’m not losing you to this.”

The intensity in his voice made your breath catch. Before you could respond, a crash echoed from the hallway—the sound of shattered glass.

Sunghoon pulled you to your feet. “Time’s up. Let’s move.”

You and Sunghoon stormed into Jay’s office, the ledger and Giselle’s diary clutched in your hands. Jay looked up from his desk, his expression unreadable.

“We know about the mirror,” Sunghoon said, his voice colder than you’d ever heard it. “And the deal. How could you do this, Jay? To Giselle? To us?”

Jay leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. “You think I wanted this? The mirror’s curse has been hanging over this theatre for decades. I didn’t create it—I inherited it. Giselle knew the risks when she made her deal.”

You slammed the ledger onto his desk. “Risks? You sold her soul for a lead role?”

Jay’s calm cracked. “I didn’t swap her!” he snapped, standing abruptly. “I tried to protect her. But she got greedy. She wanted out of the deal, and threatened to expose everything. And then—”

The door swung open. Belle stood in the doorway, her smile sharp as a knife. “And then I stepped in.”

Sunghoon stiffened. “Belle?”

She strode into the room, her heels clicking like a countdown. “Jay’s too sentimental. He couldn’t stomach what needed to be done. But me?” She laughed, cold and hollow. “I’ve been cleaning up his messes for years.”

You stepped forward, fists trembling. “What did you do to Giselle?”

Belle’s gaze locked onto yours, venomous and triumphant. “That night she tried to destroy the mirror? I caught her. And I gave her a taste of her own medicine. Why let her soul vanish when I could trap it somewhere… quieter?” She pulled a small, ornate compact from her pocket—a shard of the mirror glinting inside. “Like that nobody body of yours.”

The air left your lungs. “You—you swapped us. You’re the one who put me here.”

Belle smirked. “Guilty. Though I must say, watching you fumble around as Giselle has been delightful. Almost makes me want to keep you here forever.”

Sunghoon moved in front of you, blocking Belle’s path. “Where’s Giselle’s soul now?”

“Somewhere she can’t cause trouble,” Belle said lightly. “A body with no connections, no power. A nobody.” She turned to Jay, her tone hardening. “You’re welcome, by the way. I saved your precious theatre.”

Jay looked away, guilt etched into every line of his face.

Sunghoon lunged for the compact, but Belle jerked it out of reach. “Ah-ah,” she tutted. “Break this, and Giselle’s soul shatters with it. Along with your little friend here.”

You froze, panic clawing up your throat. Sunghoon shot Jay a searing look. “You knew. This whole time, you knew.”

Jay’s voice broke. “I tried to stop her, Sunghoon. But the mirror… it demands a price. If it wasn’t Giselle, it would’ve been someone else. Maybe you.”

Sunghoon recoiled like he’d been slapped. “We were supposed to be family.”

“We are,” Jay pleaded. “That’s why I kept you out of it. Belle’s right—I’m weak. But I never wanted this.”

Belle rolled her eyes. “Save the drama for the stage. The show goes on tonight, and Giselle—or whatever’s left of her—will play her part. As for you two?” She nodded to the security guards looming in the hallway. “You’ll stay out of the way. Or I’ll make sure Y/N’s body ends up in the river.”

Locked in a storage closet, you sank to the floor, trembling. Belle said she would let the two of you out soon. She just couldn’t have you telling others and needed you to learn your lesson, whatever that meant. Sunghoon paced like a caged animal, his usual composure shattered.

“All this time,” he muttered, “Jay let her do this. He chose the theatre over us. Over everything.”

You hugged your knees to your chest. “We can’t let her win. Giselle’s still out there—trapped in my body. We have to find her.”

Sunghoon crouched in front of you, his eyes blazing. “We will. But we need a new plan. And we need to move fast.”

You glanced at the door. “How? Belle’s got the mirror shard. And Jay’s under her thumb.”

A slow, defiant grin spread across Sunghoon’s face. “Then we play their game. You go onstage tonight as Giselle. We’ll find the compact. And when the curtain falls…”

“We destroy the mirror for good,” you finished.

He nodded. “Together.”

You hesitated, then reached for his hand. “Sunghoon… Thank you. For not giving up on me.”

His fingers tightened around yours. “Always.”

The theatre buzzed with the energy of a packed house, the orchestra tuning up as the audience settled into their seats. Backstage, chaos reigned—actors in glittering costumes darted past, crew members shouted over headsets, and the scent of hairspray hung thick in the air. You stood in Giselle’s sequined gown, clutching Sunghoon’s arm like a lifeline.

“You ready?” he asked, adjusting his cufflinks with forced calm.

“To sing a solo in French while secretly planning a magical heist? Totally,” you deadpanned. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Sunghoon grinned, though tension lined his eyes. “Don’t answer that. Just stick to the plan: distract Belle, find the compact, smash the mirror. ”

“And try not to die,” you added.

“Especially that.”

You found Belle in the locked dressing room, her back turned as she polished the cursed mirror with a reverence that made your skin crawl. The compact containing Giselle’s soul glinted in her hand.

“Leaving so soon?” she said without turning around. “The show hasn’t even started.”

You stepped inside, channeling Giselle’s icy confidence. “I thought we could chat. Girl to girl. Demon to… whatever you are.”

Belle smirked, snapping the compact shut. “Cute. But you’re terrible at bluffing.”

“Good thing I’m not the one bluffing,” you said, nodding to the doorway.

Sunghoon lunged, tackling Belle to the ground. The compact skidded across the floor as the two grappled, Belle’s nails clawing at his arms.

“Traitor!” she hissed. “You’d choose this traitor over your own family?”

“Girl, you are not my family. And family doesn’t sell souls,” Sunghoon shot back, dodging her swipe.

You scrambled for the compact, but Belle kicked a makeup case into your path. Lipsticks and powder exploded into the air, coating everything in a shimmering haze.

“Sunghoon.” you yelled, choking on glitter.

“A little busy here!” he grunted, pinning Belle’s wrists.

You dove for the compact, your fingers brushing its edge just as Belle wrenched free. She slammed into the mirror, her reflection warping grotesquely in the glass.

“You want Giselle back?” Belle snarled, clutching the compact. “Then take her!”

She hurled it at the mirror. The glass rippled like water, and for a heartbeat, you saw your body—Giselle’s soul trapped inside—staring back, terrified.

“NO!” Sunghoon tackled Belle again, but the compact shattered against the mirror’s surface. A deafening crack split the air, and the room plunged into swirling shadows.

You stumbled forward, grasping for Sunghoon’s hand. “The mirror—it’s breaking!”

“Then let’s help it along!” he shouted, snatching a fire extinguisher off the wall.

You grabbed a prop sword from the corner, swinging it at the mirror with a battle cry that was more terrified than terrifying. Flames emerged, stretching across the drywood flood, seemingly out of nowhere. The blade struck the glass just as Sunghoon slammed the extinguisher into it.

The mirror exploded.

You woke with a jolt, your head throbbing as if you’d been spun through a tornado. The world came into focus slowly—sticky theater seats, the murmur of an impatient crowd, and the faint scent of popcorn. Your hands flew to your face, your real face, and you nearly sobbed with relief.

“Oh, thank god.” you muttered, staring at your familiar hoodie sleeves.

Onstage, the orchestra swelled, and the curtain rose to reveal Giselle—the real Giselle—commanding the spotlight in her sequined gown. She moved with effortless grace, her voice sharp and clear, no trace of the chaos that had nearly destroyed her. For a moment, your eyes met across the auditorium. She gave the faintest nod, her gaze lingering with unspoken gratitude, before launching into her solo.

After the final bow, you lurked in the shadows backstage, unsure where to go now that you were no longer the star. Sunghoon found you first, still in his stage makeup and looking like he’d fought a war.

“There you are,” he said, breathless. “I’d recognize that bad posture anywhere. You okay?”

“Fuck you.” You scowled, but couldn’t help but grin, holding up your hands. “Ten fingers, ten toes, and zero cursed mirrors. I’d call that a win.”

Before he could reply, Giselle swept into the wings, her presence magnetic even without the spotlight. The cast and crew froze, sensing the storm in her eyes.

“Belle,” Giselle said, her voice cutting through the silence. “You owe us all an explanation. Starting with why you trapped me in a stranger’s body and tried to bury the truth.”

Belle stepped forward, her composure cracking. “You were going to ruin everything! This theatre survives because of that mirror—”

“It survives in spite of it,” Giselle snapped. She turned to the stunned crowd, her tone softening. “Jay and Belle made a deal with something darker than any of us realized. They used fear to control us. But tonight?” She gestured to the shattered remains of the mirror, now being wheeled offstage by stagehands. “Tonight, we break the cycle.”

Jay emerged from the shadows, his face ashen. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice breaking. “To all of you. But especially to you, Sunghoon.”

Sunghoon crossed his arms, his usual smirk absent. “Save it. You don’t get to play the victim here.”

Giselle stepped between them, her glare silencing Jay. “You’re done. Both of you.”

Later, as the crew dispersed and the theatre emptied, you lingered by the stage door with Sunghoon. Giselle approached, her regal demeanor softened by exhaustion.

“Thank you,” she said, clasping your hand. “You risked everything to save a life you didn’t owe me.”

You shrugged, awkward but earnest. “Just… try not to steal anyone’s coffee order ever again.”

Giselle laughed, a rare, genuine sound. “No promises.” She turned to Sunghoon, her gaze knowing. “Take care of her. She’s braver than she looks.”

Sunghoon saluted. “Yes, ma’am.”

As Giselle left, you elbowed him. “Take care of me? You literally threw a fire extinguisher at a mirror tonight instead of using it to put out the fire..”

“And you swung a prop sword like it was a pool noodle,” he shot back. “We’re a mess. But hey—” He nudged you, nodding to the stage. “You never did get to perform. Want to try that solo?”

You snorted. “In this lifetime? Absolutely not.”

He grinned, pulling you toward the exit. “Smart.”

The theatre’s grand lobby buzzed with nervous energy as the cast and crew gathered for Jay’s announcement. He stood at the top of the staircase, his usual charm replaced by a somber resolve.

“Effective immediately,” Jay said, voice steady but strained, “I’m stepping down as owner. Sunghoon will take over.”

A ripple of surprise spread through the crowd. Sunghoon, leaning casually against a pillar, straightened up like he’d been electrocuted. “Wait—what?”

Jay tossed him a set of keys, a faint smirk breaking through his guilt. “Don’t look so thrilled. You’ve been complaining about my leadership for years. Now fix it.”

Sunghoon caught the keys, staring at them like they might bite. “You’re insane. I don’t know the first thing about running a theatre.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Jay said, clapping him on the shoulder. “And… try not to burn it down.”

As the crowd dispersed, Sunghoon turned to you, panic flickering in his eyes. “Help. Please.”

You grinned. “Only if you promise free popcorn for life.”

Later, as the two of you surveyed the empty auditorium, Sunghoon nudged you with his elbow. “So. Audition slots are open. You’ve already survived being Giselle—might as well try being yourself onstage.”

You snorted. “Tempting, but I think I’ll stick to not nearly dying in cursed mirrors, thanks.”

He tilted his head, studying you with a sudden intensity. “You know… I never actually saw what you looked like before. Giselle’s body was all… Giselle. But you?” His gaze swept over you, lingering on your face. “You’re… distracting.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Distracting?”

“Yeah. Like, annoyingly pretty. How am I supposed to focus on rebuilding this place if you’re just… standing there?”

Your cheeks burned, but you rolled your eyes. “Wow, Park. That might be the worst compliment I’ve ever heard.”

He stepped closer, his smirk softening. “I’ll work on it. But seriously—stay. Even if you don’t audition. The theatre needs people who aren’t obsessed with cursed antiques. And I…” He trailed off, uncharacteristically hesitant. “I need someone to keep me from setting fire to the prop room.”

You laughed, the sound echoing in the empty space. “You’re hopeless.”

“Hopelessly charming,” he corrected, grinning.

“Debatable.”

Before he could retort, you grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him. It was quick, impulsive, and left him blinking in stunned silence.

“There,” you said, stepping back. “Now you can’t talk.”

Sunghoon touched his lips, his ears turning pink. “…Okay, that worked better than I expected.”

Weeks later, the theatre hummed with new energy. Rehearsals for the next production were underway, and Sunghoon’s leadership—though chaotic—had brought a fresh, unjaded spirit to the crew. You’d taken a part-time job managing schedules (and keeping Sunghoon from accidentally hiring a ‘magician’ for lighting design), but tonight, as you passed the old west wing, a flicker of light caught your eye.

The locked dressing room door stood slightly ajar.

Heart pounding, you pushed it open. The room was empty, save for one thing: the mirror, whole and unbroken, its surface gleaming like it had never been shattered.

“Sunghoon!” you yelled, backing away.

He skidded into the room, fire extinguisher in hand. “What? Where’s the fire—oh.”

You pointed at the mirror. “We broke that thing! I watched it explode!”

Sunghoon set down the extinguisher, staring at the glass. “Guess some curses don’t stay dead.”

“That’s not comforting.”

He slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Don’t worry. We’ve got time. And this time?” He kissed your temple, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m charging the audience extra for our trauma.”

You elbowed him, but couldn’t suppress a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” he said, steering you out of the room. “Now come on. We’ve got a theatre to run… and maybe a sequel to avoid.”

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charmer | heartbreaker series | c.sc

The thing about Seungcheol is that when he loved, he loved with a fervent force that nothing could ever stop it. When he wanted something, he would stop at nothing to get it. He was passionate like that. And he loved you. Past tense. Loved.

✧ pairing: choi seungcheol x female reader ✧ genre: angst, smut (18+) ✧ word count: 12.7k ✧ aus: boss seungcheol, exes to lovers

₊🎧: habit - i.m ♡ | not over you - taemin [pls, this song is absolutely perfect]

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✧ warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and drug use, coups engages in illegal activities such as hosting a gambling house (that's it but still illegal), sexual tension, dirty talk, sex in the workspace, angsty unprotected sex, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), marking (f), a bit of overstimming (f) multiple orgasms (f, m), bigdick!cheol, softdom!cheol, hints of daddy kink, pet names: love, angel, baby (hers) daddy (his)

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part i

You arrived at a job interview in a bar.

It's been a week since you started to job hunt. With bills piling up and mediocre PhD student income, you took a chance and picked up a server job at a busy bar on near your neighbourhood.

Although the position seemed at odds with your rigorous PhD student program, you were very capable of managing your time. Plus, you could take the opportunity to increase your income thanks to your ability to get sizeable tips from your old jobs.

This bar, though located a few minutes from your apartment, you had never been. It is not unusual that you have not been to this bar, or any other. As you are busy surviving other jobs and doing research for your PhD research, you barely have time for yourself.

The bar was called The Spot. Nothing more, nothing that differentiated this Spot from other Spots. Whoever thought of that didn't think too hard.

As soon as you walked through the front door, you were hit by the smell of tobacco and dust. But there was no one smoking, in fact, there was only a lone person sitting in a booth at the back of the bar. It seemed to you that the place might be so old that the walls reeked of cigarettes.

You walked to the bar, and thought of maybe sounding the bell that was neatly propped on one corner beside the register. As you lifted your hand to sound the bell, the only other person inside the bar spoke:

"If you're here for the interview. It's with me."

You looked back towards the booth, the guy who spoke to you wasn't even looking in your direction. He seemed busy reading notes in a worn notebook and scratching something on a separate sheet of paper.

"Oh, yes. Hi," you answered awkwardly.

"Have a seat," he said flatly, he pointed with his pencil to the seat in front of him.

The booth, though worn, was clean, when you slid your body into the booth, the guy was in front of you. He wasn't much older than you, from his tired look you estimated a year or two or so, however the glasses he was wearing plus the black sleeveless t-shirt and yellow beanie made you think that he was way too young to be in charge.

"I'm-"

"Yes, I know. I'm Wonwoo," he put down his pencil and extended his hand to shake it with yours awkwardly. "Do you want a glass of water?"

You thought of the way he made his offer, even his handshake was almost robotically.

"Uh, I'm fine thanks. Here's my info. I know you didn't mentioned it when we talked on the phone but I thought you might want to take a look."

You placed your documents on the table. That made Wonwoo lift his eyes from the papers he was scratching absentmindedly.

"Keep it. I'll just ask a few questions," he put down his pencil and started cracking his fingers and wrists at the same moment he suppressed a long, eye watering yawn.

Your eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

"Sorry. Had a long night," he said after seeing your incredulous expression.

You wanted to laugh. "It's okay."

You found it funny, but at the same time it was giving you major red flags. Is this guy supposed to be interviewing you? Well, can't ask too much from a place job this, right?

"Why do you want to work here?" Wonwoo asked, glancing at a page on the battered notebook.

You decided to drop the act of being the most eager candidate and answered naturally.

You shrugged. "I need money."

The guy almost, almost rolled his eyes. His hand grabbed the folder and skimmed through your resumé. "Here it says you have past experience English teacher. Why not just teach little kids?"

"I didn't like being a teacher, is way too much work. I figured I can do my research during daytime and work on a late shift."

"You could work part time on a coffee shop," he countered.

"I have tried it before. Didn't like it."

"And why is that?"

"It didn't suit my needs. Besides, I like the shift hours you offer," you added a smile, hoping he would be persuaded.

He blinked slowly, totally not convinced. "Have you ever worked at a bar?"

You decided to ignore the derision on his tone. "A few years ago. I know what I'd be up against."

He eyed the first page of your resumé again, his sharp eyes skimming fast. "So let me get this right. You're here because you're doing a postgraduate degree, you know that this isn't an easy job because you have experience... where does that leave you time to actually study or whatever it is you do?"

"I only have one course, and I spend most of my time writing. The stipend is no longer enough to cover my expenses, so I need additional income. Luckily, I have experience earning good tips," you explained, fed up with the questions he kept asking.

"Mmm, right."

Then Wonwoo stood up from the booth and stretched his long arms over his head, letting out a sigh.

"I expect you tomorrow, by... four? Yeah, four'll be fine. Gives time for you to get around," he said with another yawn.

You blinked. "Wh-what?"

He gave you a shy smile. "You have the job," he said with a slight shrug.

His entire demeanour had changed, he looked more relaxed and even a bit embarrassed.

"Sorry, I acted like a complete jerk," he said as you stood up, feeling perplexed. "It's a thing I have to do as part of the filtering."

"Why?"

"Well, you'll see. Our boss is a bit... demanding, to say the least," he muttered.

You blinked slowly. "So... you based your act on your boss?"

His eyes opened in an alarmed expression. "I shouldn't have said that. Don't get me wrong. He's nice. But he can be bossy."

"I'd expect that from any boss," you reassured, tilting your head slightly to the side.

"Well, you haven't met him," he countered, a hand massaging the back of his neck. "Anyway, can I get your details so I can add you to the system and stuff?"

You sighed, almost feeling like laughing again. Wonwoo now seemed boyish in contrast to how he behaved during his questioning.

"Sure thing," you stopped for a moment, "Can I ask why I got the job?"

His lips pursed and shrugged. "You were honest, and didn't break under my jerk persona."

"Well, I actually found it funny. But I was almost sold, though."

"Oh, dang it," he smiled shyly. "I might have to work on it."

"If you want any pointers, I can help," you pressed your lips into a smile.

His smiled quivered slightly. "I'd like that."

"See you tomorrow, then. Uh, is there any dress code?"

Wonwoo studied your frame from your head to your feet. He shrugged carelessly. "Just look a bit more relaxed."

Your brow furrowed. You were wearing a white button up, jeans and snickers. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I dunno. Wear something you like. There's no dress code. Boss doesn't care, I don't see why you should either," he brushed it off and started to turn around to walk away.

"Uh, okay. Will I get the boss' name?" you asked, feeling that it was a bit ridiculous the mystery around the boss.

"See you tomorrow, newbie!" he said as he disappeared behind a door marked in red with, 'STAFF ONLY'.

You hoped that you were wearing something appropriate.

Choosing what to wear was something you didn't think was difficult. You were used to wear the same combination of things, so your style was safe, comfy. At least that's what you thought, since all you ever did lately was attending class, work on your research and that was pretty much it.

So, ripped jeans, snickers and an oversized black t-shirt might suit the general vibe of the bar and also what you got from your new partner, Wonwoo.

You parked your old car out back of the bar, and didn't know if you were expected to use the back entrance yet so you used the front door again.

Ah, the smell of old tobacco.

"Oh, the newbie is here," you heard Wonwoo's low voice coming from the same a booth he used on your interview.

"Hi," you waved at the tall lean figure of his as he stood up, and noticed he was looking a bit nervous.

"Let me introduce you," he gestured you over with his hand.

From the booth, a second figure rose, a man of bulkier frame with tousled blond hair that partially hid him from your gaze. He brushed it back with one hand, finally revealing his face to you.

The whole world froze for a second. You almost didn't recognize him, but it was obviously him.

The moment passed in a blur, almost too swift for your mind to process. Yet, in that fleeting instant, you witnessed it all. His deep, searching eyes locked onto you, as if he were scrutinizing every detail–your face, your hair, your hands, your whole body.

It was as though he had stumbled upon a ghost, and you could feel your own disbelief mirrored in his eyes.

"Boss, this is-"

"This is our new recruit?" he asked, his tone not one of anger, but rather filled with genuine bewilderment.

Despite Seungcheol's demeanour, you found it hard to muster up any offense. You were too shocked to speak. Maybe even more shocked than he was.

Wonwoo seemed genuinely lost, his mouth agape. "Uh, yeah. She passed your filters and has some experience," his eyes darted toward you, looking for clues. "What's wrong with her?"

Seungcheol looked ready to explode at any moment. You recognized all the giveaway signs: the way he ran his hand through his hair while taking a controlled breath through his nose in an effort to contain his impending anger.

Given your actions two years ago, you would not be surprised if he decided not to contain his anger. You fully understood the damage you had caused him, and the possibility that his resentment would be unleashed was all too likely. And deserved.

Apparently, after two years, you could still read him like the palm of your hand.

"We'll talk later, Wonwoo," Seungcheol said, appearing to calm himself. "Show her around, the basics and stuff. I'll be out back making a call."

Seungcheol stared at you once and turned to leave, slamming the door shut on his way out.

"What the hell?" Wonwoo sighed, shaking his head slightly. "Well, you met him, that's our boss."

Oh, of course it would be him.

"A charmer," you said, trying to play it cool.

But deep within you, there was an uproar of emotions. Memories flooded your brain and just seeing him for a minute made your heart race, your whole body felt elated, all of this made you feel a little dizzy.

After two years of not seeing him, Seungcheol still has the same effect on you.

"I dunno what got to him. He's always nice with the newbies but..." he shook his head again. "Whatever, sorry 'bout that. Let me show you around."

You were eager to change the subject and start doing something else. Wonwoo signalled you towards the door where Seungcheol had disappeared moments before and pushed it open, revealing a long hallway with four other doors on each side.

"This leads to where we store crates with beer, whisky, vodka, everything bottled and such," he pointed at the first closed door and then to the next, "this is the utilities room. And this, you never go in here, got it?"

He pointed to the door behind you. It had extra locks and looked newer than the rest of the doors in the hallway. The last door was the back exit.

"You'll get a keys for all the doors except that one." Wonwoo said promptly, turning to the door that led to the bar.

"What's in there?" you asked slowly, pointing to the newer door.

Wonwoo stopped and turned to you. "Boss' room," he said simply.

Your heart stopped. "He lives here?" you asked a bit too horrified.

"Oh, God, no," he laughed stiffly. "Well, he might as well. But no, he... does general management stuff there."

"Management stuff," you grinned, spotting a lie.

"Don't ask more questions, it's easier. Believe me."

The two returned to the bar, where the space was neither too large nor too cramped. The place had four tables and an equal number of booths, all with a western charm. The vintage look of the tables and chairs indicated their origin, which seemed to date back to the 1980s.

At the opposite end of the back room, a large pool table occupied the space. The walls were adorned with posters of various rock bands from the eighties and nineties and red neon signs.

Between the tables and the pool table was the bar, which was arranged in a U shape against a brick wall, which also had a large red neon sign that said 'Heartbreaker'.

But surprisingly enough, everything was squeaky clean.

"There's the register, which you can handle if I'm too busy," he pointed. "Mingyu sometimes helps with the register, but he's mostly on the other side of the bar, or dealing with drunkheads."

"So is it just you two handling the drinks?" you asked curiously.

"Yup. We manage just fine, if you're wondering," he smirked and added a proud nod with his head. Then he pointed to the other side of the bar. "Sometimes we move the pool table to make room for the band. We host gigs almost every thursday."

"So, tomorrow," you added.

"Yup. And we're planning on adding stand up nights, but I... differ. Boss is a bit ambitious."

You huffed. That he is. "And does he... is he around much?"

Wonwoo eyed you. "D'you mean does he get his hands dirty?" he smiled. "Yeah, if it's too crowded he helps which is most weekends."

You nodded slowly. "O-okay."

Wonwoo made no further comment. He cocked his head to the side towards the door that was after the pool table. "Come, let me show you the kitchen, and then we get to work."

Most of the things that Wonwoo showed you, you already knew how to work and that made him happy because it, "Is a good thing that I won't be behind you teaching you things."

Wonwoo gave you the task to read the menu before opening for public.

You were sitting at the usual booth, reading in silence as Wonwoo took the task to turn all the neon signs on the walls, and the lights from the ceiling, and soon the room was dimly lit in red and yellow lighting. It was a bit hard to read under the red lights and the hard rock music, but most of the menu was normal stuff you'd find at a bar.

In the corner of your eye, you saw someone occupy the seat in front of you.

"What are you doing here?"

Seungcheol's voice jolted you off the menu and made you turn your head back with a surprised gasp.

The back of his head was resting against the back of the seat, his jaw clenched and his intense gaze piercing through his thick set of eyelashes.

A sharp pang of remorse tugged at your heart. Despite the years of no contact, the intensity of your feelings for him remained as powerful as ever.

Upon getting no response from you, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I work here now," you put in simply.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes. "Don't try to play games with me."

"I didn't know you worked here," you justified weakly.

"I own this place."

"Whatever. I had no idea that you'd be here."

He scoffed, and looked to his side at nothing in particular, his cruel smile vanished. "Right."

Did he actually think you had deliberately planned your arrival to his bar? Perhaps he believed you were intentionally trying to inflict him more pain, a calculated plan to further drive in the pain left over from the aftermath of your messy breakup.

"It's true," you insisted. "Why would I want to work with my ex?"

That made him visibly cringe, his dark eyes setting on your face again. "I thought that mommy and daddy were keeping you well off," his eyebrow jumped slightly again.

You sighed. "Well, not anymore. My parents cut me off."

"Again?" he quipped dryly.

"It is definite this time though," you said as you scratched an imaginary freckle on the back of your hand.

"What did you do this time? Got a tattoo? Cuss them off? Got another boyfriend they didn't like?" you could tell that there was disdain in his words, but he tried to deliver them offhandedly.

You recognised that the things he said were not innately bad, but your upbringing had been conducted by extremely strict parents. As a result, almost anything could seem outrageous to them.

As an additional result, you had become somewhat rebellious when you were younger. It was at this stage of your life that you came across Choi Seungcheol.

You hummed and smiled bitterly. "I might've told them some things they didn't like hearing. Anyway, that was over a year ago, haven't talked to them since."

Seungcheol smiled the way he did when he thought of something he didn't dared to say aloud: the tip of his tongue would slide on his front teeth. He quickly put in: "But why work here?"

Deciding not to probe into what he really wanted to say, you felt a peculiar relief that he was open for a conversation, despite the venomous comments he had made.

"Things got difficult. The stipend it's not enough to live on and I need some quick cash, so here I am." You eyed him again. "You can't fire me just because it didn't work out between us."

"Nobody said anything about firing you," he said rolling his eyes as he straightened up, placing his hands firmly on the table between you. "But I do want to make something very clear."

He leaned forward.

"I'm your boss now, not your ex. We won't talk unless is strictly for work. And I don't want the boys to know about us, got it?"

"Works for me," you muttered.

The fleeting thought of quitting had dissipated, replaced by a new determination to stay, motivated by a sense of defiance. Now you were determined to see how far his 'I'm your boss' stance could go.

You knew you were being childish. You didn't care.

Seungcheol nodded and patted the table twice. "Good. Now, get ready, people might start coming soon."

You rolled your eyes, but he didn't catch that.

The other staff members that worked in the kitchen were already getting to work. It was a small kitchen, so there were few people working it.

Since it was a space mostly occupied by men, you'd expected that they would speak freely. That included very intimate talks and banter.

Mingyu, who was just introduced to you some moments before, was leaning on the bar hearing what atrocities came out of the kitchen. "Guys, keep it down!" he shouted back. "The newbie doesn't have to hear the atrocities you do off work."

As you returned the menu to its initial position, you reassured Mingyu: "No worries. I'm fine with it," mustering a smile, though the effort felt forced.

"Mingyu is just scared that you won't last long here," Wonwoo chimed in with a devious smirk.

The accused gasped dramatically. "Now, you might be projecting Hyung."

"People don't last long here?" you asked, genuinely curious.

"Uh... not really, no," Mingyu said simply. And started to resume with his task of preparing a sour mix, he had a dish cloth thrown on his shoulder.

"May I know why?" you asked slowly.

"Like I said," Wonwoo replied with a firm tone. "Boss is a bit demanding sometimes."

Mingyu rolled his eyes. "It's not normal for everyone who comes here to work to leave after a couple of weeks," he countered. "Obviously it's because the women who come here to work all fall in love with him and he has no choice but to turn them away."

"What?" you gasped.

"Boss is a bit of a heartbreaker," the taller man shrugged. "But he's persistent on hiring pretty servers."

Mingyu's words were nonchalant, almost as though they held no significance, yet you couldn't help but feel a faint blush rise to your face in response

"But why would they fall in love with him?" you asked with an awkward laugh.

"Well, you had the bad luck of meeting him on a bad day," Mingyu mused.

"He's always having a bad day," Wonwoo muttered under his breath, thinking no one would hear him.

"Dunno, 'suppose he's hot? Manly?" Mingyu continued, aloof. "Your guess is better than mine."

"You two are hot too," you blurted out, feeling flustered under the pressure of thinking someone falling for your ex.

The two bartenders exchanged a flat look.

Mingyu coughed up a chuckle. "Newbie, I appreciate the half compliment. But I'm already taken and Wonwoo... well he's a mystery."

"Can we not talk about that right now?" Wonwoo suggested pointedly, just as the front door opened to a handful of customers.

Admittedly, viewed from a somewhat skewed perspective, it made sense. The clientele was predominantly male, and it was an unspoken rule that waitresses tended to get the highest tips, especially in these types of establishments.

As the night progressed, the bar became more crowded, forcing him to constantly move from place to place, juggling multiple tasks, such as taking orders, delivering drinks and clearing tables.

Seungcheol was nowhere to be seen. And you thought it was better this way. But you did find yourself glancing at the STAFF ONLY door a few too many times, expecting to see him walk through it.

Apparently, the bar had a special discount on Wednesdays. That's why it was packed with people from the office buildings near the block. And it was a minor detail that Wonwoo casually remembered to tell you when you started to wonder why so many people in uniforms came in packs around 9 PM.

But you managed all the tables by yourself just fine. The orders were simple, and as Wonwoo said, they did work with an efficient dynamic. The two bartenders communicated almost without a word, their coordination seemed to be something they had been trained in for years.

Four hours into your shift, all the tables were occupied. You felt sweaty, your hair stuck to the back of your neck, but the good thing about your first day was that you were kept moving and had no distractions.

That was until you turned around towards the bar, to find Seungcheol on the left end, near the backdoor. He was leaning forward, elbows propped on the lacquered surface of the counter. His heavy gaze was set on you.

The feeling of being watched was really hard to shake off. You felt it on the back of your head as you tried to get to the remaining hours of the shift. But it was nearly impossible. The tight knot on your stomach was so persistent that you sucked air every few minutes in an attempt to get rid of the anxiety that Seungcheol's scrutiny had imposed on you.

He just watched you move through the black and white checkered floor of the bar. You thought it was a tactic to make you feel intimidated, so you decided to continue as normal as you could.

But being watched by him also meant that he saw you smile sweetly to the customers, he saw you bend forward to talk to them over the music, the way you'd bite the tip of your pen as you listened to the customers. When you'd turn around, flicking your hair over your back.

When you mustered the courage to glance his way your eyes met. The red lights over him made him look dangerous, his hands tightly clasped over the counter, his head slightly inclined forward his eyes focused on you. You looked away anxiously, hoping he didn't see how you reacted under his eye.

The rest of the shift was like that.

"Good god," Mingyu said at the end of the shift while counting the tips jar. "We'd never had this much on a wednesday night."

You smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Seungcheol was still on the bar, but at least now he was helping around. Bringing in boxes of utilities to restock while Wonwoo cleaned the area and Mingyu managed the income for the night. You knew that he was avoiding you, but that was fine by you.

"Please, newbie, last longer than the others," Mingyu sighed dramatically.

Someone shushed. You didn't have to look to know who it was.

"Sorry boss," Mingyu mumbled, but he was smiling contentedly as he continued counting coins and bills.

It was 3 AM. when you pulled out into the parking lot, the slippery pavement reflecting the faint red glow of the bar's neon sign. Leaning against the car, you took a long drag of the blunt that you had been saving only for stressful moments such as this.

"You still smoke?" Seungcheol's asked as he came out of the back exit, his hands buried in the pockets of his black hoodie.

Something tightened in your stomach. You saw him walk up to you, feeling marvelled at the sight of him after so many years of not seeing him, years of wondering what he might be up to and here he was, standing in front of you.

You tried to bite back a snarky comment about 'not talking unless is strictly for work', to yourself. As you noticed he wasn't trying to chastise you anymore, you decided to chime in for a conversation with him.

"Sometimes," you admitted.

Seungcheol stood in the rain washed parking in front of you, he looked at you as if you were some kind of lost memory to him. The yearning in his eyes matched what you felt in your heart.

"You?" you asked, lifting your head to meet his dark eyes.

He shook his head silently. The features of his face looked more relaxed now.

The rattling noise from the back door broke your silent scrutiny of your ex's face, and you adverted your gaze to see Wonwoo and Mingyu coming out of the bar.

"See you tomorrow, newbie." Mingyu called and placed two fingers to the crown of his head, saluting. "Bye, boss."

Wonwoo just raised his hand to wave goodbye. The two bartenders got in a car and drove away.

"Can you drive like that?" he asked, still not chastising but it did make you feel a little optimistic that he'd worry about you.

"Yeah, it'll start making its effect by the time I get home," you tried smiling reassuringly.

"Mm'okay. But be careful, okay?" he seemed to roll his eyes with annoyance. "I don't want to start interviews again."

You chuckled and you started feeling a sense of normality in the conversation. However, you noticed that there was something unspoken written in his gaze, implying there was something that he was not willing to say.

"Are you staying?" you asked, noticing that the lights of the bar were still on.

He blinked lazily and you noticed he tried suppressing a yawn, the dimple of his right cheek deepened a bit.

"Have to finishing a couple of things. They can't wait till tomorrow."

"Don't stay up too late, Seungcheol," you mustered up a kind smile, turning your back to him as you opened the door of your old car.

As you drove away, Seungcheol remained standing in the faint reflection of the red lights from the bar. His figure disappeared from your rear view mirror as you changed directions.

The next day resulted a bit more challenging.

The bar was so packed it was difficult to move, the counter was surrounded by customers sitting on barstools. Tables and booths were occupied too.

As Wonwoo had mentioned, there were live shows every thursday.

The group, known as Midnight Haze, consisted of three members: a drummer, a bass player and a singer who played the guitar skilfully. Their performances had gained them a large following, and some customers frequented the bar solely for the pleasure of watching their performances, they were mostly groups of women.

And the loud noise from the live music was filling your brain and making your bones vibrate but it was nice to feel something other than the anxiety of being under your ex's relentless scrutiny.

You opted for an outfit that matched the mood of the night: black shorts and fishnet tights, paired with a black and red tank top. The side slits of the shirt, gave a small glimpse of the lacey bra you wore underneath, a deliberate nod to the energy in the warmth of the bar, despite the cold outside.

The blush on your cheeks could be partly blamed on the crowded atmosphere, but you were also aware that your own behaviour had something to do with it. You recognized the calculated flirting you employed with customers, a strategy aimed at getting higher tips, even if it made you feel a little foolish from time to time.

Every now and then you would catch Seungcheol eyeing you. Noticing how his gaze would momentarily linger on your lush lips whenever you turned in his direction or walked by, you decided to make it a performance for him.

Whenever you were talking with clients within his view, you would playfully tuck the tip of your pen between your lips, offering a coy smile. You'd twirl your fingers on lose strands of your hair while greeting customers, well aware that he was likely watching.

Again, childish. But who cares.

There was no denying that you liked the fact that Seungcheol kept a watchful eye on you. It reminded you of your time together, when you were so in love you could barely tear your eyes (or hands) off each other.

You had to bite your lower lip down as you worked on the tables. Going down on memory lane when Seungcheol used to be so clingy to you that he'd find a way to drag you to any corner where he could fuck you. And he'd do it so good you'd see stars.

You let out a silent groan. Feeling your body grow hotter just with the memory of him.

Goddamnit.

The band finished playing their last song after an hour and a half without interruptions. They had already started to pack up their stuff when you approached the singer, a tall guy with raven black hair and big doe eyes.

Shouting over the hard rock music playing now on the speakers, you said, "Boss says whatever you want is on the house."

It wasn't really Seungcheol who told you that. Wonwoo informed you beforehand that band usually get freebies, specially the lead singer of Midnight Haze, for some reason you didn't ask.

He turned to you, looking you in the eyes took off the strap of his guitar to leave it aside. "You're new," he pointed with a polite smile. "I'm Joshua."

"Hi," you returned the polite smile and told him your name. "And yes, I'm new here."

He let out a sigh, a faint smile playing on his lips as he attempted to conceal the fact that his gaze darted up and down your figure. "Well, let him know I'll have the usual, please," he responded.

"I trust he knows what your usual is," you replied with a smile.

Joshua jumped off the small stage and walked up to you. He was a beautiful man, even without his flashing smile or without the fiery energy he brought on stage while playing his guitar.

Suddenly you understood why there were so many groups of women on the bar tonight.

The Midnight Haze front man was hot as fuck.

"He knows, don't worry. And tell him that I'll take a table out back too, please."

One of his eyebrows was adorned with a silver piercing, and his lips, which he was pushing into a small smile were reddened.

You tried to smile at his kindness, totally not what you were expecting. "Uh, don't know what that means but... sure thing."

"Kay. Thank you, sweetheart," he replied with a content smirk, darting one final look at you before walking away.

You thought nothing of it, really. You returned to the bar, noticing that Wonwoo was watching your exchange with Joshua from afar. He leaned forward when you motioned to him that you were going to tell him something.

"He said he wants his usual," you informed. "And he said he wants a table out back."

Wonwoo's eyes glanced over to where Joshua was standing, chatting with some girls with a charming smile. "I'll tell boss about the table," Wonwoo turned to Mingyu. "One corrido prohibido for a table out back."

"Right away!" Mingyu nodded his head, and grabbed the sour mix he concocted earlier, a shot tequila and a beer.

Wonwoo exited the bar and went through the staff door. And then Mingyu pushed the drink towards you and swiftly rung the bell twice.

"Mingyu, I'm right here, you don't have to ring the bell," you chuckled.

He slapped his hand on the bell repeatedly, his lower lip trapped behind his teeth.

Ding, ding, dingdingding.

"Stop. Stop it, Kim Mingyu," you hissed and he giggled when you slapped his hand playfully.

You went to grab the drink, but as you turned over to where you last saw Joshua, he wasn't there anymore.

"What should I do with this?" you pointed to Joshua's drink.

"Boss wants you to take it to his office," Wonwoo told you, he was returning from the backdoor. He looked somewhat baffled.

Mingyu's eyes shot open. "Huh?!"

Wonwoo shrugged. "I don't ask questions," he said under his breath and pointed with his nose at the drink. "Go. I'll cover you."

"Uh, okay. Sure," you muttered, grabbing drink and turned to the backdoor.

The doorknob of the door that led to Seungcheol's office was unusually cold when you turned to open it. As you pushed in, you were received with a cool breeze that smelled like cigarettes, vape and alcohol.

It wasn't an office. Not really. Yellow lamps hung low on the ceiling, just above a few round black tables, surrounded by foldable chairs which were all occupied. The walls were bare, except for the three fridges were beer and other drinks were stored and the uncovered windows at the top of the opposite wall.

The faint echo of the music back at the bar was drowned by the mixed sounds of cards shuffling, clinking of poker chips, the finger taps on tables and constant chattering.

There was a desk on one corner of the cramped room, where you saw that Seungcheol was sitting, observing you make your way inside his room.

You closed the door behind you quietly. And quickly found Joshua sitting on one of the tables, accompanied by his bandmates. He was shuffling some cards, with a devious smile on his face.

He eyed you up and down again swiftly when you walked up to his table and handed him his drink. "Thank you, sweetheart," his lip curled into a smirk. "Don't stay too far."

Your breath caught for a moment, and though your typical response would have been dismissive, you managed a smile to the hot singer.

"Sure thing, hun," you chirped in your usual customer service voice. And turned to the door.

When you turned to the door, walking through the tables and chairs you eyed over the desk to see that it had been vacated. You opened the door to go back to the bar, feeling deeply confused about the secret gambling den on your boss' 'office'.

But as soon as you exited to the hallway that led to the door of the bar, you found Seungcheol leaning against the wall.

"Shit. You scared me, Seungcheol," you hissed.

He remained silent, and you briefly considered walking past him to head back to the bar. However, the expression on his face told you that he had something on his mind, yet he seemed set to not speak about it without some prompting from you.

"What is that room?" you started, pointing back to the door behind you.

Seungcheol crossed his arms over his chest and shifted on his feet. "It's my office," he replied in a simple tone.

"So what, you run a gambling house now?" you laughed dryly.

"It's just between friends. No one enters without my permission," he put in flatly.

"But I do?"

He blinked again, rolling his eyes with a hint of annoyance. "Joshua asked for you," he said through his teeth. "Normally I'd say no, but I wanted to see what you'd do."

"And what is that?"

"Don't try to play innocent with me," he warned, throwing a dark look at you.

"Well, I don't know what you're talking about," you shrugged, trying to look serious.

"Do you honestly think I don't know what you're trying to do?" he demanded, taking a step towards you.

Suddenly you felt small under his gaze. And now that you realized how close his body was to yours, you took the opportunity to really see him. He had gotten bulkier, his arms were more muscly, and his chest and shoulders were wider, more voluminous.

You swallowed hard.

"Flirting with customers, with Joshua?" his face was dangerously close to yours.

Your eyes narrowed as you scrutinized him for a split second. Seungcheol wasn't angry. If he were, you'd now it for sure. He was playing a game with you and you were to slow to catch it.

"I didn't flirt with him," you muttered, playing his game now. "And why do you care?"

"I don't care," he remarked, rolling his dark eyes. "Just quit it."

You scoffed at him. "You're not my-"

"Boss?"

Your breath caught in your teeth.

Seungcheol smiled cruelly. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

"You can't tell me what to do, Seungcheol," you snapped.

"Fuck yes I can," he bit back.

Whenever Seungcheol was angry, he could be downright scary. But he wasn't angry, he was just annoyed, running a hand on his pale blond hair, looking at you as if he didn't know what to do with you.

Seungcheol was jealous.

A sigh escaped your lips trying to suppress the rush of emotions you felt at that moment. Whatever judgement you had on your mind slipped away when with a sudden movement, you grabbed your ex's face in your hands at the same time he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer his body.

Your face was so close to his that you could feel his breath landing softly on your chin. Then your lips brushed, not kissing. Waiting for either to push away. Until your mouth was clashing with his followed by a groan from Seungcheol.

The first kiss was heated. Your lips were clasped tightly on his and a small snap came out when you separated from his face.

Seungcheol didn't say anything at all, but his widen eyes were reading your face. He looked troubled for a second, and that almost shattered you. The ache in your heart robbed the air from your lungs.

You knew that kissing your boss was a terrible decision, but kissing your ex-boyfriend was an even worse decision. But, fuck, you missed him.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," you whispered, retracting your hands from his face.

His thick eyebrows arched in response. "Why?" he inquired, his voice sounded small, vulnerable.

Hearing his question made you notice that he was genuinely curious. As if the past between you never had happened. And as if you weren't his employee now.

"Because it's not right," you mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

"Why?" he prodded again. Seungcheol's dark eyes drooped from your eyes to your mouth and wandered back up.

"Exes don't kiss," you whispered.

A grin appeared on his lips along with a sigh, as his warm hand crept up the nape of your neck, making you shiver.

"Yeah, right," he whispered in your lips before kissing you again.

This kiss was greedy, as if he was making up for lost time. His lips locked in yours, the hand on your hip moved up your back so that his arm was encircling you, pulling you closer to his body with a groan on your mouth. His tongue swiftly slid inside your mouth, finding yours, knowing well what would elicit a moan from you.

He had missed you too. He didn't need to say it either.

Kissing Seungcheol again after so two years was so brutal that it left your head buzzing. But who were you kidding? You knew this would eventually happen. His arm around you, his other hand on the nape of your neck, the taste of his lips. It was deeply familiar, all of it.

"Do whatever you want," Seungcheol mumbled, breathing heavily in your lips. "Just don't flirt with him. Okay?"

"Whatever you say, boss," you whispered with a playful smile.

He laughed softly, but now his eyebrows arched up. "I mean it. He's my friend."

"Okay," you mumbled, not caring to contradict having flirted with Joshua. "I won't."

Even though Seungcheol was your ex, there was something in the way he made his request that made you feel sympathetic.

"I need to go back," he mumbled reluctantly.

"Me too," you replied.

But none of you moved.

He smiled again and pressed his forehead on yours gently. "Come on. We're almost done for the night."

You stole one final glance at his eyes before kissing him softly and turning away from him, not daring to look back as you made your way to the door.

As you returned to the bar, you noticed that it was not as crowded as when you had left. Many of the tables were still in use, but there were noticeably fewer people.

But as soon as Wonwoo saw you returned, he groaned: "Thank god," he threw a dishcloth over his shoulder. "What took you so long?"

Wonwoo returned to his initial position, behind the bar. He looked sweaty and stressed up from tending to your tables.

"Sorry, Wonwoo. B-boss needed to talk to me," you lied stuttering a bit. It wasn't much of a lie since you two did talked a little.

"Oh. Really? Everything okay?" he raised his head to look at you.

You sighed, still feeling flustered but it made up for the lies you were trying to tell Wonwoo. "Yeah, don't worry. I'm fine," you pressed your lips in a smile, and continued checking up on tables.

You returned to Seungcheol's office to check on the table Joshua was with his friends. They have resorted to drink from whatever was offered on the fridges but asked for a bottle of tequila, since they were playing an friendly game of black jack.

You returned with the bottle and placed it on the centre of their table.

"Thank you," Joshua smiled sweetly, you could tell by his glazed eyes that he was already tipsy. And you thought that might be the reason why he had dropped the flirtatious act.

"No problem," you replied and turned away.

Seungcheol wasn't observing you this time. He was sitting at the desk, counting a big pile of chips and putting groups of them in separate piles. At least he could busy himself, you thought.

You tried not to think too much what had happened, but just couldn't help it. It was driving you insane. Your skin felt ablaze still, like it was patiently waiting to feel Seungcheol's touch again.

The rest of the night went by quickly. And you were eager for your shift to end quickly so you could return home, have a cold shower and scream into your pillow until you fall sleep.

When you were finishing up your activities by the end of your shift, the noises coming from Mingyu's voice counting money, and Wonwoo running a list of things needed for restock slowly turned into a background noise for you.

It was hard to concentrate. You found yourself deep in thought, remembering over and over again the feeling of Seungcheol's lips on yours.

"Newbie, come to collect your tips," you heard Mingyu calling from the cash register.

"How much did we make?" you asked, aloof. You were just trying to divert your attention elsewhere.

Mingyu told you a number and you feigned surprise by seeing his big content smile.

"Nice, isn't it?" he giggled at the same time he bounced on his knees.

"Yeah," you sighed. "Very nice."

The bar felt really eerie when the lights were off. It was your turn to get the neon signs and lights because, as Mingyu put it, "The last one to get out gets all the lights."

Thankfully Wonwoo stayed behind and helped you out to get the neon signs, since you didn't know where all the switches were.

As you were going out, you made an additional stop to the restroom to wash your face, since nothing seemed to fully snap out from the constant overthinking. Nothing seemed to be able to put the buzzing in your head to rest.

When you came out from the restroom, the hallway was dark except for dim source of light came from Seungcheol's office, which had the door wide open.

The people that occupied the gambling tables had long evacuated the place, so it was all quiet and empty. You stepped under the doorframe. Expecting to see Seungcheol deep in work.

But he was leaning back on his desk, a leg crossed, hands resting at his sides on the edges of the desk. As soon as he saw you by the door of his office, he smirked, lifting his triumphant eyes to see you.

"Did you know I'd come?" you asked, walking a few steps up to him.

"I hoped you would," he replied simply.

A long silence filled the room. You felt hesitant about touching the subject of what had happened earlier in the hallway, but you knew that in reality, you and Seungcheol had to talk about many other things that went down between you.

But instead, you dropped your bag at your feet to then close the distance between you and your ex. Grabbing the hem of his shirt to pull him yet again to another fervent, needy kiss.

Seungcheol was expecting that as well apparently, locking lips with you almost instantly, his hands quickly found your hips, pulling you as close as he could to his frame.

"We need to talk, Seungcheol," you gasped in his mouth.

A groan in annoyance came from him as he captured your lips again. Then his hands moved from your hips to your lower back, ignoring the t-shirt you were wearing. His hands making contact with your bare skin sent a shiver up your spine.

"We'll talk later," he replied with a hoarse voice.

Then Seungcheol was back on your lips, fully knowing that you would make no real effort to make your demands happen. Hungrier this time, when his lips slid in yours he did it with more impatience, the hands on your body pressed you towards his body tightly, earning a soft noise that coiled in your chest.

It was almost as if you remembered perfectly the way he used to kiss your lips and your mouth parted just exactly when his tongue slid in your mouth, a soft moan coming from him in approval as his tongue lapped yours.

Soft pecks landed on your lower lip, to your chin and jawline. You angled your head to give him access, a mewl escaped your lips as he reached the tender spot beneath your earlobe.

"I'm sorry for being an asshole to you," he said in a raspy tone, pulling away so that he could see eye to eye with you. "I was just so angry. Seeing you again just brought everything back."

You could say the same. You never imagined you would see him again. For the past two years, your ex had been a living ghost in your mind, making you wonder constantly if he had ever found it in himself to forgive you. Above all, you wondered if he thought of you as often as you did of him.

"I should be apologizing to you, too. For everything that happened."

He shook his blond head once. "Later," he commanded before his lips sealed yours again.

Then he took you in his arms, turning you around to sit you down on the edge of the cold glass surface of his desk. Slotting himself between your legs, he removed his arms encircling you to cup your face before he kissed you fervently.

The muscles on his back felt hard as your hands slid on his white t-shirt from his waist to his shoulder blades, your hand found the back of his neck, fingers tangled on his soft blond hair. You used that hand to push him closer to your face, earning a throaty moan from him.

Then the tip of his tongue dragged on top of your lower lip, finding your tongue to stroke yours as his hands dropped from your face to roam on your body. His fingers squeezed your waist, grabbing the fabric of your top to lift it up slightly to dip his hands under it. Greedily roaming your skin.

Deciding it wasn't enough, he yanked the tank top from your body and you willingly lifted your arms for him. His dark eyes marvelled on your body for a second, tracing an invisible line with ginger fingers over your neckline.

You swallowed up a whimper at the gentle touch of his fingers.

"You looked so fucking hot tonight," he uttered in a raspy whisper. "Prancing around my bar in those shorts. Everyone had their eyes glued to your ass and all I could do was stand and let it be like a fucking idiot."

You smiled shyly, feeling flustered that Seungcheol actually fell in your little game. "What would you have done?"

One of his dark eyebrows arched up. "Given my way?" his hand moved from your neck to the back of your head, a fist tightening on your hair at the scalp. "I would let everyone know that you're mine. Mine to look at, mine to kiss, mine to fuck."

Your breath hitched, eyelids fluttered when he pulled your hair softly to angle your face for him to look in your eyes.

"But I'm not," you breathed. "Not yours."

His lips brushed beneath your jawline and you could tell he was smiling. "Really?" he placed feathery kisses on your neck, so gently that it tickled, but he continued making his way to your mouth.

"Yes," you whispered, feeling his lips on yours now as you spoke, you wanted more. "You'd have to make me yours."

You stole a glance at his eyes, a faint smile of victory appeared on his cherry lips. "What are you saying?"

Seungcheol's eyes looked at your face attentively, as if absorbing every movement and gesture you made. Taking advantage of the moment, you scrutinised the features of his face. A lock of pale blonde hair had fallen over his forehead, covering one of his eyes.

"Make me yours," you breathed and with your fingers you gently brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead. Your touch caused his eyelids to flutter briefly. "Fuck me, Seungcheol."

You weren't sure what overpowered your mind in that moment. But every cell, every inch of your body felt an unbearable ache for him, it made your heart race, rushing blood in your neck and face. Harder to ignore was the throbbing pain, pooling in between your legs, demanding his undivided attention.

A groan escaped his mouth as he clashed it on yours again, demanding, suffocating. His hands slid down your back, unclasping your black lacey bra skilfully, removing the straps from your shoulders as he threw it aside. The cold of the air bit at your now bare skin as your breasts were now exposed to his view.

"Lie down," he ordered in a low tone.

You lied back on the cool surface of his desk, which was empty now so you had enough room for your body. Seungcheol wasted no time, busying himself in removing your sneakers swiftly to then take your shorts off. So now you were wearing fishnets and panties only.

His hands caressed your legs above the fabric of your fishnets, your body flinching when his fingertips reached your inner thighs, so close to your crotch. You let out a broken sigh when two curious fingers slid down your clothed pussy, pulling the fabric of your thong aside to dip the pad of his fingers in your entrance.

"God, you're soaking wet already," he smiled and then pulled his lower lip in between his teeth.

"I've been wet for you all night, Cheol," you confessed with a muffled whimper.

Seungcheol sighed under a bitter smile. "Flirting with other guys hoping to make me feel jealous gets you horny. Is that it, love?" he asked in a feigned sweet tone.

That made you blink and try to protest at the same time you felt his fingers on the sides of your hips, yanking down your panties and fishnets all together.

So he was jealous, but at the same time all too knowing that you were doing it on purpose.

A rush of warmth and eagerness flooded all over you just as his fingers ran down between your pussy lips again, skipping all build up, but it was just what you silently desired: his index finger sliding inside your wet core. You gasped and closed your eyes again when his finger was joined by his middle.

"I asked you a question," he purred as his fingers massaged your inner walls.

"Mmm, thinking about you makes me horny, Cheol," you gulped hard, giving up the last bit of your sanity at the delicious thrust of his fingers. "I saw you looking at me and that alone got me wet."

"Really?" he asked, just before running the tip of his tongue down your neck, making you moan and blink to see him bending down on you, his fingers buried in your wet cunt, pumping in and out.

It was a little game Seungcheol liked to play. You remembered it too well. He would tease you, pleasure your body while making you either beg or show him just how down bad you were for him. He loved it, like a cat playing with its food.

"It made me remember..." you breathed as he placed open mouthed kisses along your collarbones. "M-made me remember when you'd fuck me so good I'd see stars."

That took him off guard, his breathy chuckle brushed your skin softly, making it prickle. "So you were going around my bar with your panties wet because you'd think about us?"

You nodded. "Mmm-mmph."

He hummed as his mouth kissed one of your nipples, lapping around your areola just before his fingers crooked inside you, eliciting a loud moan from you.

What followed then were wet sounds coming from your cunt, while Seungcheol worked his fingers inside you and his tongue slid across the underside of your tits, to then suck harshly at your skin. The skin around your nipples started to flare and prickle as you whimpered and writhed under him.

"What would you think of?" he asked in a gentle tone. Then his teeth grazed at the soft underside of one of tits, causing you to whimper and grab his hair by the scalp and tug softly.

"Anything, really. I thought of your hands, your lips..." you whimpered as he repeated the same process with your other breast, leaving a trail of drool on your skin. "The night of your twenty-fifth birthday," you muttered.

"You thought of that?" he asked, lifting his head to catch your gaze. "While working? Angel, you can't be doing that on the clock..." he cocked his head to one side slightly.

He wasn't actually reprimanding you, but the tone he took when he said that was almost as if he were concerned. Seungcheol was well aware that you liked it: being told off by him while his fingers were still plunging inside your cunt and the palm of his hand pressing down on your swollen clit.

Your whole body tensed up. "I think of that night when I touch myself," you confessed, looking at his face through your lashes.

"You do, love?" he asked in a sweet tone.

"It's the only thing that does it for me," you replied in a broken moan as he continued to fuck you with his two fingers inside your cunt, his palm pressing hard on your sensitive bud, pushing you further to your release.

And in fact, you almost confessed that you haven't been able to cum with someone else since you broke up with him.

But he doesn't have to hear that.

Seungcheol hummed thoughtfully and turned his attention to the hand he was using to fuck you with to start using more speed and force on your cunt, causing the sounds of your arousal to splash on his hand louder.

"Oh, shit," you hissed. "Cheol, I-I'm, oh–,"

The veins in his forearm flared up, as he appeared to be determined to do it for you again. You knew what he was trying to do, and you got your body ready for it–your swollen clit pressed under his palm and his fingers twisting inside your walls, as he moved his hand harder on your cunt.

Whimpers and incoherencies came out from your lips, feeling the thrusting of his hand forcing an orgasm out of you. You cried out, stirring your back on the cold surface of Seungcheol's desk, hearing your own lewd cries and moans reverberating across the dark room.

"Mmm, that's it baby, cum all over my hand," he hummed softly, as his hand continued to move inside you mercilessly despite your walls clenching hard around his fingers.

Coming down from the rough orgasm, your body twitched and coiled, giving deep shaky breaths you opened your eyes to see him.

"That reminded you of something?" he asked in a gentle tone, but you could see in his face that he was tense: pupils blown in lust, the tip of his tongue dragging on his lower lip. And then pulled his fingers out of you, they were coated in your arousal, almost dripping to his knuckles as he took them to his mouth, licking them clean.

You nodded silently, and shuddered at the sight of him licking your slick off his fingers.

One of his eyebrows rose, a sigh escaping under a sweet, genuine smile. "Only the memory of us can make you cum yet you say you're not mine?" he tilted his head to one side and clicked his tongue. "Now, you might be lying to yourself, love."

You returned him a shy smile. "Maybe I just want to relive the memory."

Bingo.

He only hummed in response, his hand cupped the side of your face, his fingers reaching your scalp as he bent down to kiss you, his tongue sliding inside your mouth. You tasted yourself in his tongue and that made him moan sweetly before pulling away.

You felt restive under his lust-ridden gaze, impatient for him to just keep going. But you knew better than to pressure him, you knew when to beg for it and now you knew he was taking his time.

"I never imagined I'd see you here like this," he muttered in a low voice, taking a step back from his desk and his dark eyes studying your naked body splayed on the heavy glass surface. He ran his fingertips over your abdomen, tracing a line from your bellybutton to the middle of your clavicles, prickling your skin.

You bit your lower lip hard when your ex knelt down before you, taking your thighs in his large hands. You knew exactly what would follow next, because if Seungcheol knew what made you had you begging for him faster was his tongue lapping on your folds, licking your arousal from your core.

You cried out when you felt his tongue glide on your sensitive clit, your hands grabbed at his pale blond hair. Thrashing, you glanced down at the lower half of your body wholly naked on his desk, his blond head between your lush thighs.

Seungcheol hummed softly as his the tip of his tongue made a trail from your core up to your clit, giving it broad and generous strokes at your pussy, not neglecting a single inch. As he licked your arousal from your entrance, the tip of his nose bumped gently with your clit, knowing that would make you moan louder.

You arched your back on the cold surface of his desk, crying out his name and his calloused hands immediately slid on your lower abdomen, pressing his palms down on you before his tongue focused on your clit.

The tip of his tongue flickered at your already swollen clit, to only give it a few swirls around it and start nibbling at it with his lips. The movement almost sent you over the edge, just before his pointed tongue started flicking your clit as he moved his head up and down slightly, giving more motion to the movement of his tongue on your clit.

His hands pressed down on your lower abdomen, knowing well that would elicit more cries and whimpers from you. Your body grew tense and you let your body savour it. Your mouth parted, letting soft gasps out, your body twitching uncontrollably on his desk.

You jolted up, propping your upper body up on your elbows to see his face buried in your pussy, his mouth on your clit and folds as if he were making out with it. The image was almost sinful to watch. The lewd sounds coming from the interaction of his mouth on your cunt plus the whimpers and moans coming from you.

"Ohmygod, Cheol," you cried out, grabbing his hair tightly and your other hand found one of his that was pressing down on your lower abdomen. "'m going to cum, I'm going to–," you whimpered, giving his hand a tight squeeze.

As your cries of pleasure echoed across the room, you heard Seungcheol hum softly with you. Your body relaxed into your orgasm, mind going completely blank, eyes rolling back so hard that you saw colours behind your eyelids while you let your orgasm take you in waves of pure bliss, moaning his name over and over again.

He planted soft kisses on your pussy lips and one last kiss on your swollen clit, humming softly as he pressed his lips on your pussy lovingly. Your legs went limp as you felt him place them back on the cold hard surface of his desk.

"Cheol," you called in a lazy groan, still recovering from your high with shaky thighs and blurred vision. "I need you."

Seungcheol smiled at your soft pleas and whimpers, but his hand cupped your chin, his dark eyes locking on yours. "Are you still on the pill?" he asked while his other hand brushed a lose strand of hair from your forehead.

"Yes," you whispered and nodded with your head. Your hands searched for the hem of his t-shirt, sliding it up his back and he pulled away to help you take it off.

You sat up on his desk again, hooking your fingers on the hem of his jeans to pull him closer, your legs framing his body as you unfastened the buckle of his belt, hearing him sigh. You darted a look at his face, finding the ghost of a smile on his chapped red lips.

Seungcheol had definitely buffier since you last saw him. You noticed that he had accumulated more muscle mass, his lean chest showed more mass around his pectorals and shoulders, the muscles of his abdomen that would tighten softly when he breathed out at the touch of your fingers.

He placed a small kiss on your lower lip, making you smile as your fingers rushed to undo the button and zipper of his jeans. He helped you get rid of the rest of his clothes, standing completely nude before you in the middle of his 'office'.

"Remember when we used to do this in your bedroom at your parents'?" you asked sheepishly, a hand cupping his face as he kissed your face and lips fervently. "We'd pretend to study."

Seungcheol's lips rose in a bittersweet smile. "I remember everything, baby," he replied in a raspy tone. "We could barely keep our hands to ourselves. We didn't care if we got caught."

You placed impatient, rushed kisses on his wet lips. "I miss that," you muttered. "We'd fuck anywhere. In your brother's car, the park, the school library."

Seungcheol laughed as his hand snuck in between your bodies, grabbing his cock with one hand to guide it to your core. He gently dropped his forehead on yours and you whimpered when you felt his cockhead pushing on your entrance.

"We were so crazy about each other. So fucking in love," he whispered.

A sob coiled in your throat second before Seungcheol slid inside you slowly, his cock buried in you so deeply that you had to bite his shoulder to not scream. Your legs were wrapped around him as he started thrusting his hips on you, fucking you hard on his desk.

You groaned loudly when you felt his cock fill you up so nicely that you almost forget where you were, and everything that had led you to that moment.

Seungcheol fit in your body so perfectly that nothing–no one had even come close to making you feel like he did. Your breath hitched and you closed your eyes when you felt tears of pleasure brimming in the corners.

His hands held you close to his body, a hand placed in one of your glutes and the other flatly on your spine–holding you in place as he plunged his cock deep inside you, fucking you open so good you couldn't think of anything else.

"You feel so fucking good. So tight around me. Just how I remember," he whispered in your ear, pushing so deep in you as if to make his point across.

You shuddered against his body at the same time you nibbled his shoulder with your teeth, drowning your cries of pleasure as Seungcheol plunged in your walls with little heed for being careful, but he knew you liked it just like that. You liked it hard, you liked that his cock was so big for you that it made your eyes water.

"Look at me, love," he commanded and you pulled your head back to face his dark eyes. "You're okay there?"

He read you so well.

You nodded, blinking lazily. "'m okay. Jus'keep going, Cheol."

Past tense. Loved.

Now, you were sure that he was trying to relive the memory of what you had together, his desperate kisses and moans as he pushed his cock deep in you. His arms holding you as if you were a product of his memory, torturing him, kissing him softly.

Soft whispers of incoherent mumbles brushed in his lips, and you could make out your name in between broken sentences as Seungcheol appeared to be so lost in you that he could barely breathe.

"Fuck," he muttered through gritted teeth. You saw him shut his eyes tightly, his mouth parted a little, forming a little 'oh' but not quite uttering anything. Small giveaways that he was about to cum.

You used a hand to cup the side of his face to angle his lips to yours. "Cum in me," you whispered on his lips. "I want you to fill me up, Cheol."

Usually, he was the one telling you when to cum. Never the other way around. But the way he was trying to resist his release made you want to take control for a second.

Your hand slid on the back of his head, grabbing his long hair in one fist as he blinked and found your eyes. His hips buckled a second before he plunged them so hard and deep inside you, gasping for air as he came inside you.

His chest was so close to yours that you could feel the stutter of his heartbeat against you. A long second happened between you, exchanging longing glances as he breathed hard on your face, trying to calm himself down.

But then he made a motion for you to lie back down on his desk again, confused you followed his silent command and understood when he started plunging his cock inside your walls again.

Your brow furrowed, noticing how tired Seungcheol looked. "W-what–,"

"I'm not done with you," he explained and you could feel that his cock was still hard inside you.

Then he placed the palms of his hands flatly on the surface of the desk, his eyes wandering all over your body before stopping on your sopping cunt where his cum had already mixed with your juices.

You saw the features of his face as he pulled his hips back until the tip of his hard cock reached your entrance again and then he slammed his hips back in.

Seungcheol sucked in a breath and then bit his lower lip and muffled a long strangled moan in his mouth, sending a shiver along your spine.

"You look so fucking gorgeous," he groaned, his lust-lidded eyes looking at you.

The wet sounds that the movement created made him sigh in pleasure and throw his head back a bit, the enjoyment on his face was so arousing that had you moaning with him.

"So fucking wet and tight on my cock. Like its made for me," he sighed.

Your walls fluttered around him in response. Because probably he was right and your body was made for his. The way your body responded to the sound of his voice, the touch of his hands, when you felt his eyes on you, all for him.

Seungcheol shuddered as he pushed inside you before bending down and place open mouthed kisses on your chest. He hummed along the trail of kisses he started making while plunging inside you, his lips stopping on the soft skin of one of your tits to start sucking.

"Cheol," you whimpered.

The pressure on his lips against your skin intensified, leaving a trail of red spots all over your tits as he continued moving his hips mindlessly on yours.

A loud moan escaped your mouth and your body started trembling in pleasure uncontrollably beneath his weight, barely holding on for him.

"Shit," you hissed at the feeling of him marking you and your hand tangled in his hair.

A small snapping sound came from his lips when he finished marking hickeys in your skin, lifting his head to see you. His lust blown eyes found yours, a faint smile stretching on his chapped lips.

Then, you felt a hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit immediately to start rubbing fast and hard with his thumb.

"Cum for me, baby," he instructed, already knowing that you were nearing to your third orgasm.

"Cheol–Daddy!" you called in a high keen whimper; the pressure from your release taking you over and washing you into uncontrollable waves of joy and ecstasy that roamed all over your body, leaving you breathless.

"I'm here, baby," he groaned and watched your face as you cried and thrashed under his body, the merciless plunging of his cock in your throbbing, aching walls.

Then his thrusts became shallow for a second before he slammed his hips against yours so deep and slow that you cried out and bit your lip, your body still twitching from your high.

"You're mine," Seungcheol said in shaky breaths as he came inside you again, blinking slowly but never looking away from your face. "You've always been mine."

Sharp breaths left your mouth, trying to regain conscious under the weight of his body as he too appeared to be trying to compose himself. You blinked away some tears, reaching for his face to kiss his face.

While panting, he pressed lazy kisses on your lips and you returned every single one.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," he whispered.

"I missed you too," you replied, pushing a blond strand of hair away from his face.

He shook his head once, his eyes glinting with anguish. "You left. We could've find a way to work it out but you just left."

The pain became more and more intense. You couldn't shrug off the feeling that everything had changed, that the person in front of you was not the same person who had loved you so fiercely.

"I'm sorry, Seungcheol," you whispered, swallowing thickly. "I really am. I made a mistake. It was really stupid of me to leave."

Your hand returned to his cheek and he pressed his face towards it, shuddering under your touch. Your lip quivered as your eyes started to well up in tears again, so you thought to make an attempt to remove yourself from his desk and search for your clothes.

He pressed his body down on yours, trapping you between his frame and the desk beneath you. "Don't."

"Seungcheol–,"

"I'm not over you," he muttered, then he laughed bitterly. "As if this wasn't proof. I saw you again and I knew I was fucking done for."

"N-no, you fucked me because you can, Cheol. To prove a point to me–," you stuttered, trying to make sense of it all.

His big teary eyes drooped with disappointment, his brows knitted. "Baby, I tried to move on. For two fucking years I tried... and look where that's got me."

He made a gesture with his head, signalling to your naked bodies. You were so tightly pressed beneath the weight of the upper half of his body, his chest flatly pressed against yours that you barely had any space to breathe.

"Can you take me back after what I did? How?" you asked in a weak voice from swallowing your tears.

"I just want you," he whispered. "We can figure out the rest."

You swallowed thickly. "We're so different now. You're my boss now, Cheol. And I'm..."

He licked his chapped lips, his lower lip getting caught between his teeth as he seemed to run through his options in his mind. "I don't want you to quit. We can find a way to make it work."

Your eyes locked with his dark brown ones. "So what happens now?"

"It doesn't matter right now. All I want is us," he whispered, his hands moving to cup your face, a desperate look in his features. "Please, baby, just trust me this time. I know we can work it out. I'm ready now."

A sharp pang stabbed into your heart as you heard him practically pleading for your return. It was a sound you had never dared to wish for, something you would have only imagined in your most fervent dreams.

Tracing an invisible line along his lower lip with your fingers, Seungcheol sighed softly, his heavy eyelashes fluttering as he closed his eyes. You knew you couldn't say no to Seungcheol.

After all, you never stopped loving him.

✧ a/n: uuuggghhh i feel like a hypocrite cause i've always said that blonds aren't my type but i literally go feral for blond seventeen, oh well. if you liked reading this show it some love pls pls pls. stay tuned for part 2! taglist is open! tehe ₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎

PART TWO

#seungcheol smut #choi seungcheol smut #svt smut #scoups x reader #scoups smut #choi seungcheol x reader #seventeen smut #scoups fanfic #choi seungcheol fanfic #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seungcheol x reader #scoups imagines #ff:heartbreaker #hannieween

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wonton4rang · 10 months ago

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Thirsty ¡!

pairing: taesan x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, cursing, unprotected sex (please don't), kinda rough so yeah.

summary: where taesan was so tired of watching you from afar and simply decided that it was time for him to make you his, not knowing you already had your eye on him.

note: this was sitting in my drafts since two weeks ago because i was listening to taemin (cunt legend) but i didn't manage to finish it or edit it until today so there we go. if you see any typos, no, you didn't.

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your skin was glistening, your eyes shut closed while your hips moved at a torturing rhythm, a smile placing on your lips when you felt the hands of your partner trying to hold on for dear life to your waist.

it was saturday night and you were so tired of the week you had on college that you just decided you deserved some fun. your boyfriend cheated on you, you failed the test you were studying for because of how disoriented you were and your parents said they were coming home this weekend.

yeah, well shit. if life had something to tell you might as well say it and stop making your day a day a living hell. it was treating you like you were the one who ate the fucking apple to begin with.

but you forgot about everything for tonight, your drink in hand, your hair sticking to the side of your face while you grinded against a stranger in the club. you were back to his front so when you felt his hands getting down your skirt you finally snapped, getting away with a sly smile, denying with your head before drunkily walking to the bathroom.

it was late when you saw the time in your phone, over 11 o'clock already and you had to get back home by your own since, for obvious reasons, you didn't have a boyfriend to take you anymore.

you layed against the wall of the bathroom stool and tried to light a cigarette to bring you back to your senses, failing miserably when you couldn't even light the freaking lighter.

all it took was a second for you to look up with confusion filling your sore eyes, watching the door open and close and a man right in front of you. you're not gonna lie, you almost freaked out and tried to runaway before the guy grabbed your arms and made you look at him.

"taesan?" he softly nodded, smiling at you when you did, relieved to see him there and not some stranger. "i didn't know you were here"

"yeah, me neither" your eyes met his for a second before you looked away, feeling too dizzy to take in the feeling you got. "do you have someone to take you home? i know you broke up with jaehyun"

"he cheated on me" anger was so present in your words that taesan almost backed up.

"i know, i didn't say it because of that. do you want me to take you home?" his hand went to your hair, moving the strings off your face and taking one of your hands when you didn't answer. "you shouldn't be alone like this"

but you were not THAT drunk. you knew taesan, jaehyun's friend who was always quiet in a corner, black clothes making him look paler than he already was and a mischievous little smile that actually made you feel uneasy when he had his hair throwed back just like he did right now. the platinum strings being almost impossible to see due to his black hair on top.

he was cute, undeniable, he was tall, smart, charming and quiet, everything you liked in a boy and yet you dated jaehyun, the loudest mf ever who ended up cheating on you.

at least jaehyun was not this intimidating. but you were starting to think you didn't really mind him being this scary.

his feline dark eyes looked into yours, his tongue licking his lips slowly and remaining between his front teeth for a second when he noticed you staring.

"hey, y/n, you good? did you smoke something?" you shaked your head to deny and also come in your senses. "you zoned out for a sec there"

"can you take me home, min? i don't wanna be here anymore"

the boy just nodded, holding your waist when he helped you out of the bathroom stool and out of the bar, walking you to his car with so much patience you actually wanted him to hold you like this forever.

he sat you at the passenger's sit, putting the seatbelt on and closing the door before going into the driver's side and turning the car on to go.

"can i put so music?" you asked, he just nodded.

"you can use the pad" his head signalled at the car's board, you immediately moving to put on something and kill this silence before it killed you both. "if you need some help- or not"

"i got it" and there was already music being played, 'thirsty' by taemin being the background music of the ride and it seriously got you feeling some type of way when taesan just gulped. "you know this one?"

"who doesn't" he mumbled and you could tell that he got kinda nervous when the lyrics started playing. "it's a really good production"

"yeah, he's also so hot" and the boy just looked at you for a second before facing the road once again. "don't you think?"

"i mean, he's a men you know, i like girls"

"but you have eyes, he's really hot, isn't he?" taesan didn't answer nor looked at you, causing your lips to pout before you placed your hand on his thigh and moved it a little bit to get his attention. "yah, i'm talking to you"

"y/n, stop doing that" was all he answered. "get your hands off me"

"why are you being like this?" you said back, your eyebrows now frowned and your arms crossed in top of your chest, facing front as taesan was while you kept saying "it's not like you didn't insinuate to me before"

"what?" his voice sounded confused and offended, his eyes looking for yours but getting nothing when he watched the road again. "i never insinuated to you"

"you did a few moments ago, in the bathroom"

"i-"

"you also did it during the pool party we had at sungho's, during leehan's birthday, that day after jaehyun and i had that argument during our monthly anniversary and even during that festival where you asked for my number"

and you were right, taesan couldn't defend himself anymore. it wasn't intentional, he knew his limits as you had a boyfriend, but he couldn't help the subtle touches he would leave in your hands, the looks he gave you and the way he talked to you. it was very obvious coming from a boy like him.

"you have them numbered"

"i counted all of them while waiting for you to finally come out to me like a man" you said "i know i was dating jaehyun and all but you could've at least told me about it"

"about what, exactly?" his hand finally moved to join the other one in the wheel, pulling over and stopping the car to look at you with the dim light of the night "i don't even know what is this, how could i tell you about it?"

you make me thirsty.

it was painfully obvious that you were playing games with him right now when only a soft laugh answered his questions, the frustration being legible in his face when your hand reached out to his thigh, leaning closer before saying against his lips:

"you can tell me about how much you want me" you whispered, being so close to his lips that he could feel your breath, the alcohol smell filling his nostrils before he licked his lips. "how hard i make you while wearing those type of clothes"

this time your hand moved to his clothed cock, effectively feeling the bulge under your fingers and laughing at the way taesan seemed to be so affected right now.

"don't do this to me" a whisper was all you got. "you know how bad i want you"

"then why should i stop? you're not making any sense, min-ah"

"i can't do anything with you here" he looked around, biting his lower lip and getting a grip on your wrist when you put pressure on his erection. "for fucks sake, quit it"

"or what?" you were trying to lead him on so bad, he looked so fucking hot and you just needed him, it was weird. it could be despair, it could be the alcohol in your blood, it could be many things, but taesan was there and you just couldn't hold back.

"you're such a flirt" he softly laughed, his grip loosening around your wrist, his hand moving to the hem of your skirt and it made you tense a little bit. "you make me so thirsty"

"i can handle that"

"can you?"

"bet"

"i don't know" he retracted his hand, leaning back on his seat and crossing his arms in top of his chest. "i don't like bets, i like sure things, can't you be straightforward?"

"i am being straightforward, dongmin, what part of me touching you wasn't clear enough?"

"what do you want?" was all he answered, side eyeing you before continuing. "if you can tell me then i might comply"

"i need you, please. i wanna suck you off so bad" dongmin's cock twitched at that, licking his lips softly before nodding for you to continue. "the way your eyes stare at me makes me wanna strip naked and let you fuck me so good"

"seems like you thought about it for a while"

"we've been having this teasingly tension for a while too, why are you surprised?"

"because you seemed to be very in love before" he grinned a bit before adding "i'm guessing love was not enough for you ambitious cunt"

and the way he cursed just made your breath heavier, your eyes staring into his and feeling your pussy palpitations accelarating when he smirked at you, that smug look in his face that just made you feel so inferior but in the best way ever.

so you couldn't hold it back when you grabbed his face and kissed his lips, immediately feeling his hands holding your frame, one going for the back of your hair and tangling his fingers there, moaning into your mouth like a little slut and instantly brushing his tongue against yours.

you were being restrained by the seatbelt so you pulled out for a second to unbuckle it, being met with his blushed face, his stained lips by your red lipstick and him softly panting while scanning you up and down, stopping you with a hand on your chest when you tried to kiss him again.

"didn't you want to suck me off a few seconds ago?" you would furiously nod, immediately trying to ponytail your hair with your bracelet but failing miserably. taesan helped you, removing your hands and making a grip there to keep your hair up "i got you"

so you just went with it, unbuckling his pants and urging to take his dick out of his underwear. you mouth watered at the sight, he had such a pretty cock, perfect length and girth, slightly pinkish due to the arousal, so hot to the touch and already covered in pre-cum so you couldn't wait another second when you leaned forward and gave it a taste, just the tip, a lick there before you wrapped your lips around it and felt him flinch.

when you finally took him in he dropped his head back on the driver's seat, opening his mouth and softly moaning, caressing your hair while he just let you do your thing, loving the warmth of your mouth around him, the way your cheeks sucked him and created that amazing friction that had him closing his eyes to, according to him, feel it better.

your head bobbed up and down, saliva dropping off the corners of your lips and staining taesan's underwear but he couldn't care less. the obscene sound of your mouth sucking him off fast and wet, your tongue lapping against his shaft and you moaning in happiness, you loved to have your mouth stuffed and to think it was with a pretty boy's cock made you even hotter, pressing your thighs together when you accelarated the pace.

"fuck, y/n" he whispered, his voice sounding so whiny yet deep, it was like he was trying so hard to hold it. "you're so good, such a good girl"

you just went faster and harder on him, engulfing him until you felt him in the back of your throat, his hips bucking up and making you gag, you tried to pull a little bit out but he kept you in place with his hands, looking down on you just to make eye contact and make sure you were doing fine.

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry" he repeated but his moves didn't stop, you just staying there and letting him use your mouth, it felt so good, your eyes tearing up and saliva dropping off your chin, so dirty yet so good. "i'm cumming, y-you can- fuck, no" but when he tried to let you go to avoid cumming in your mouth, you didn't listen, taking the control back and furiously fucking your throat to bring him to the edge, using your hands to work on his length when you focused your lips on the tip. "don't- i- oh god, i'm cumming, y/n, please"

but before you could even do anything else, you felt the hot spur in your mouth, the way his dick throbbed in your tongue making your pussy even wetter than it already was. his hands loosening the grip in your hair and you sucking his dick clean before incorporating in your seat again.

he looked like a mess, being so sweaty, breathing rapidly and his limps rather numb on each of his sides, you could even hear him gulping and you enjoyed the way he liked his lips before pawning his eyes to you.

and you tried to talk, on god you did, but he held your cheeks, pressing on the flesh to pout your lips and softly kiss them before getting just a little bit away from you, enough so that he could see your eyes but your noses were still touching.

"let's get to the back" he mumbled "i need to fuck you, please"

"how bad?"

"what?" his voice was small, visibly flustered.

"tell me how bad you want me, taesan" you said this time, getting away from him and starting to remove your top and reveal your already hard nipples, watching him bite his lip "c'mon, pretty, i don't have all day"

and taesan quickly understood why you were with jaehyun, he knew the boy was a mess, a whiny little bitch when it came to having sex, he told him about it when they talked about the girls they fucked.

you were so demanding, you knew what you were doing and you were not shy of taking what you wanted. it made him feel so aroused, his dick filling with blood again when you just stared at him like he was a miserable virgin.

"i want you so bad, no, i need you" he started "i need to have your pussy around my cock so bad, please, let me fuck you"

he didn't even know he could beg like that until he saw the results of it, you signaling him to go to the back and sit there, spreading his legs open and you taking place in top of him right away.

your panties were throwed to a side and your pussy was wrapping around his cock in a second, you feeling the stretch and audibly moaning about how good it felt, he was definitely gifted. your hands were on his clothed chest and when his mouth started to suck on your boobs you lost it.

he was so desperate, so messy, sucking your hard nipples and moaning against your chest and his arms hugging your waist while you jumped on his cock.

it was so hot, so good, the windows fogging up after a few minutes and your hips rolling now, chasing your high while you throwed your head back. but it didn't even took you a minute to go back to the front, pulling his hair to get him off from your boobs and kiss him instead.

and he was able to feel you growing weaker, your hips getting sloppy, your moans dying in his mouth and he just had to help you. so he held your waist steady and lifted his hips up instead, fucking into you like a mad person, the wet sound of both your pre-cum and his resonating within the small space of the car, your right hand going to the window for a second before it slipped due to the fog, holding to taesan's shoulders for dear life while you rocked your hips against his.

you came faster than you expected to, shaking in his hold and detaching from his lips to let a moan out and hide on his neck, starting to cry out a few "oh my god, stop" when he kept fucking you through your orgasm, looking for his second high.

it was crazy, your pussy was so sensitive, your legs so weak, your back sweaty and his hard length pushing through your velvety warm walls. it was heaven, so he came shortly after you did, letting a sigh out when he noticed he did it inside of you.

"i came inside" was all he said when you looked at him after he finished. "i'm sorry"

"honestly" you started, brushing his hair out of his forehead and placing a sweet kiss on his lips, not missing how he closed his eyes and gave in before you pulled away again and continued "i would let you come inside every single time if it meant this will repeat itself"

"you're not mad?" you denied with your head "you don't even look drunk anymore"

"i'm drunk on something else now"

you both just laughed and got off each other, cleaning yourself with some paper tissues taesan had on his car, kissing a little bit more on the back of it before he actually drove you home.

staying with you overnight to cuddle and talk about things, talk about what was gonna happen with you both and simply coming to the agreement of knowing eachother better before doing anything else. taesan was the one who proposed that.

but don't get him wrong, is just that he knew that the differences between him and jaehyun were gigantic so you needed to get used to his lack of physical touch, his quiet self, the way he would be so shy yet mischievous at the same time, his jokes, the things he liked. he just wanted you to be sure before engaging with him because he has been waiting for his chance for years it seems (like five months) and he wasn't going to let you go that easily.

funny how you forgot your parents were coming over tomorrow and opened up the door with taesan hugging you from behind, both of your giggles coming to a stop when the elderly couple lifted their eyebrows and said:

"that's not myung jaehyun, y/n, are you cheating on him?"

let's say you had tea for your parents because the cheater was the someone else.

#boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor scenarios #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor smut #taesan x reader #taesan smut #taesan scenarios #taesan imagines

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xotaemintol · 2 years ago

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JONGTAE X BLACK FEM READER: “Persistence.”

“And I think we’re…in…too…deep…don’t wanna…pull out.”

Side note: Originally I was gonna make this a multiple part series because I really really liked the plot but, knowing me, I’ll probably only be able to get out one or two parts before I get frustrated and stuff, so for now, this is just really the set up, some smut. I really just wanted to put this out because I actually really like the idea and since I know I probably won’t be writing more for this, I don’t see a reason for it to collect dust, I really do want to write more for this, but for now, it’s just this. I hope you enjoy it despite it not being heavily detailed or not exactly perfect, the support is always greatly appreciated and so is the feedback🩷

TWS: Poly relationship, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, and a bunch of kissing (not very detailed smut).

PRONOUNS USED: None (Fem reader)

Plot: After turning them down and ignoring their flirting, Jonghyun and Taemin persist after claiming to have fallen in love with you at first sight. After a long game of cat and mouse, they’ve finally gotten you where they want you, and see to it that they please you before you leave for a long business trip in America.

Persistent. They just wouldn't back down like all the others did, usually when you turned idols down they'd give it one more shot before throwing in the towel. But Jonghyun and Taemin just wouldn't give it up, every time you denied their offer for breakfast, they'd suggest brunch instead, you already ate? Then lunch instead? Not hungry? What about a movie? No? What about shopping instead at 3 o'clock? It seemed that for your every no or excuse you had, they had another option, while at first, it was slightly annoying being pestered by the two men despite your obvious disinterest, their flirting started growing on you quickly. Before you knew what was happening you were talking to them every day, even if you were at work, if they sent a text you’d stop in the middle of a sentence just to respond, so much so, that everyone in the office wondered who you could be talking to and bugged you about details on who the lucky guy was that managed to catch your attention.

Although you were assuring everyone that it was nothing and that you'd stop talking in days, you were cheesing at your phone with that love glow clear in your complexion. After no longer than seven months their flirting and consistency had broken you down, you just couldn't get enough of them and you couldn't get why. Unlike every other time you were in a relationship or situationship, you were missing out on company dinners and even prioritizing the amount of time you spent with them. When they first noticed they teased you about it as they recalled the way you rolled your eyes at their compliments and left them on read for hours at a time, all of it made you wonder why they were so relentless, so you asked.

“Why didn't you give up when I first turned you down anyway?” At first, they both seemed embarrassed to answer, but it quickly changed. “Would you give up if you fell in love at first sight?” You laughed at Jonghyun’s answer but stopped as you realized that he was serious. “Fell in love at first sight?” You asked yourself mentally, “How could he be so reckless?” You still couldn't help but smile though, you found it cute even if it wasn't exactly true. “Well, what about you Taemin?” you asked. Just as Jonghyun did Taemin hesitated and smiled at you shyly, his cheeks turning pink as he looked away from you and said: “You’d fall in love if you saw the way you looked at me too…” You could only sit baffled by their responses, “How can they both be so reckless?!” You sighed and smiled at them because even though you looked annoyed, you were actually swooning over the loving and wholesome looks in their eyes. “Well, that's very cute and super sweet,” You said as you crossed your legs under the table, “But no way is that why you both ignored me ignoring you.”

Their lack of response that day after you said that made it clear that they were serious, you couldn't deny it anymore after that. The two hopeless romantics had fallen in love at first sight and there was no getting away from them, no matter how much you pretended to be annoyed by them or their flirting. Especially since you were starting to fall so quickly for them both, while part of you fought with yourself for being interested in two men at once and for being so careless and ignoring your policy about dating idols, every other part was buzzing with joy with every text, call, and date. Things were going so perfectly too since they had never once tried to make a move on you, so you didn't feel like they were just two strange K-pop idols who wanted to try their luck with a black woman. But even after all the time you were spending together, neither of them had taken the next step and asked you to be their girlfriend, you didn’t want to be too upset about it but with an upcoming business trip that would last for six months, you wanted to leave on a high and come back to your two favorite boys smothering you even more than they usually would.

You had a month to prepare for the trip and you spent every day after work with them, every chance they got to make it official they seemed to miss or hesitate and you were starting to worry that they might never try making it official, so after work when Jonghyun picked you up you finally told him about the trip and decided to tell Taemin when you got to his house since you were already on your way there.

“Six months? How far are you going?” He asked, you sighed and leaned back against the leather seat with your legs crossed underneath the blanket he had thrown over you, “I'll be in America.” You said, for a quick second he glanced at you as he processed what you had said. His reaction was exactly what you were expecting, “Why didn't you tell us sooner?! What are we supposed to do while you're gone?!” The worry in his voice felt oddly warm, you weren't used to it, but it felt nice to see him get upset about it. After explaining that you'd be able to talk to them every day Jonghyun could only sigh and complain about missing you already. When you finally got to Taemin’s house Jonghyun immediately dropped his composure and told Taemin that you were trying to leave them. As Taemin walked around the counter with a shocked expression he asked the same thing that Jonghyun did; “Why didn't you tell us sooner?! What are we supposed to do while you're gone?!” Again, that panicked reaction made you smile, that strange warm feeling in your stomach as they both stood in front of you asking you a million and one questions made you secretly swoon.

“I guess we have no choice…” Jonghyun said, Taemin sighed and looked at him as if he were asking if he was sure or not, to which Jonghyun nodded with a disappointed expression on his face. “What is it?” You asked getting curious. Taemin said nothing and went into the living area, while Jonghyun stood in front of you and held your hands lovingly. “We wanted to wait till next month to do this because we weren't sure if it was too soon to ask or not.” Your hands began to sweat, the way he looked into your eyes made your knees feel weak and your heart started to pound. “Are they finally gonna ask?” You fought back a smile as you feigned an annoyed expression and raised your eyebrows, “What? You gonna ask if I'll finally say yes to going to breakfast with you?” You asked jokingly to soothe your anxious feelings, but Jonghyun’s gentle and nervous smile didn't help you fight the nerves at all, in fact, it only made it worse since he's usually so relaxed around you, this sudden 180 was making you anticipate even more what might they ask.

But nothing could've prepared you for when Taemin came back with a gift bag in your favorite color and a cute bear with a heart and card in the middle. How cheesy. You laughed as he handed them to you with an uneasy expression on his red face, “It's been some years since we've done something like this…so we didn't know how to do it,” Taemin said as he stood beside Jonghyun. You couldn't deny how cute it was that he was admitting that they hadn't dated in years, especially since you've been the way. That shyness only made them more charming in that moment. “It's hard for us both to ask at the same time,” Jonghyun said, “But, will you be our girlfriend?” Never in your entire life had such a wholesome question given you such intense butterflies, how could you say no? After denying your feelings for so long, you were finally giving in as you smiled and nodded your head and said; “Yes.” You could visibly see the relief wash over them as you did, they both sighed happily and laughed as you sat the bag and bear down on the kitchen counter. “What? Did you think I'd say no?”

After just a week of officially dating, you only had three days left to spend in South Korea before you had to leave for work. Luckily, you had those three days off so you planned to spend all of them with both of your loving and clingy boyfriends. The first day was spent with them taking you to different places you had declined to go to before, and the second was spent with you taking them to places you loved going alone, in those two days the three of you were sharing parts of yourself that had been hidden for years, the way you all seemed to fit so perfectly together made you fall deeper. As the day was ending on the second day they suggested that you stay out with them just a little longer, which you begrudgingly agreed to while knowing feel and well that you’d just end up at one of their houses, and you were right, at 7 o’clock you ended up sandwiched between them on Taemin’s sofa with both of them holding your hands as you watched a movie Jonghyun had picked.

For a while the moment was wholesome, but somehow, it turned when you felt a wandering hand slip out of your own and rest on top of your thigh. Of course, Jonghyun was the first to make a move, but you didn’t acknowledge it until you felt his fingertips inching further up your bare thigh. All it took was a glance that lasted just a second too long for the two of you to begin inching closer and closer until your lips finally met, for the first time, you understood why people liked kissing so much. The feeling of his soft lips against yours as you leaned back against Taemin gave you such a strong feeling of passion that you had never experienced before, he was slow and gentle, the way his tongue so softly slipped between your lips made your back arch as you moaned quietly into his mouth. The moment you had pulled away from Jonghyun to catch your breath, Taemin was pulling you in for a kiss as well. The way that his lips moved against yours said anxious, he kissed you as if he had been dying of thirst his entire life.

Taemin's soft lips were hot to the touch, and the feeling of his tongue against yours made you squeeze your thighs together as his hand slid up to your face to hold you closer. As Taemin did this you could feel Jonghyun positioning himself between your legs, the feeling made you jump and as you felt his warm lips on your soft skin you pulled away from Taemin and quickly stopped him with a nervous and breathless laugh, saying in a shaky voice; “It…It’s getting late…maybe I should go…before we get carried away…” As you said this they both smiled at you, as Jonghyun kissed the inside of your thigh Taemin kissed the side of your neck. Just feeling them on two different ends made you melt into the soft sofa as you bit your lip, you didn’t want to leave, but you felt so excited that you thought if they kept going you’d turn into a wild animal. “Don’t you think it’s too late for that?” Taemin whispered in your ear, chills shot down your spine as your back arches. “What’s the point in holding ourselves back when we only have you for a few more hours?” Jonghyun asked. The sound of his sweet voice made your whole body tingle with excitement, somehow, in the blink of an eye your clothes were scattered out on the floor and as Jonghyun’s tongue dove in between your delicate folds, Taemin kissed you until your lips were sore.

Your fingers tangled in Jonghyun's hair as you struggled to breathe with Taemin’s tongue in your mouth, it felt like you were floating, with every flick of their tongue, caress of their fingers, and short breath you were excelling higher and higher into pure bliss. It didn’t even take more than ten minutes for that earth-shattering climax to start creeping up on you, and they could tell by the way your body trembled, the sweat on your body made your brown skin glisten as you pulled away from Taemin and gasped for air. The way your voice became louder and higher in pitch was telling enough for them, neither of them wanted to stop until you had finally reached that peak, so to ensure that you’d get the sweet release you had so rightfully deserved, Jonghyun slipped two fingers inside of you carefully and let Taemin use his to massage circles on your clit.

“Oh god!” You cried out in pleasure as you threw your head back and closed your eyes tightly, nothing had ever felt so good, the pleasure was so great, and your body was starting to crumble as you moved your hips against their hands while struggling to keep up with their movements. “That’s it, baby, let it out.” The sound of Jonghyun’s honey-like voice only made you feel wetter, it made you need him more and the way that he angled them made that desire unbearable. “You’re such a pretty girl, are you gonna cum for us darling?” You nodded your head at Taemin’s question and looked at him, your eyes were glossed over as your face contorted with pleasure, just looking into his eyes made that feeling double inside of you. And as they both sped up you were falling apart at the seams, your excitement pooled onto the sofa and your body tensed up despite the relaxing and yet intense feeling of an orgasm washing over you.

“Oh, such a good girl.” Jonghyun praised, “You did such a good job baby, you came so fast.” You melted at his compliments as he pulled his fingers away slowly, still feeling aroused you pulled him closer and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips made the experience feel so sensual, you knew then that you couldn’t just stop there. So as you pulled away and they got up to help you get cleaned up you stopped them, with both of them now standing you got on your knees in front of them both, still fully naked and dripping with lust as your eyes flickered between them both. Before they could say anything you asked asked in a tone so unbelievably beautiful; “Can we keep going?”

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heathermoon17-blog · 1 year ago

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Im just gonna leave this here.... Thank me later.

Supreme King Taemin x Black Reader

Title: Supreme King

Pairing: Taemin x Black Reader

Genre: Smut, no plot

Warnings: daddy kink, smut, strong language, unprotected sex, handcuffs, male receiving oral

Word Count: 2,047

"On your knees," Taemin's throaty moan erupts and echoes against your cheek. His hand decorated and adorned in the most expensive silver rings wraps around your neck. His touch coupled with his smooth honeyed voice sends a warm feeling throughout your body to places that ONLY Lee Taemin has access to roam.

You could easily feel his pinned-up aggression. You didn’t like the way that he starved you from sharing intimate experiences.

Every comeback he took a vow of celibacy. He explained how it helped with the creative process.

Which it did and it paid off and led to masterful bops, eye-catching visuals, and melodic energy that always captivated his audience and die-hard stans in a way that no other solo artist could do in his industry.

That very channeled and deliberate sexual energy gave his fans his raw, ruthless, and imperfectly perfect music that his fans couldn’t help but stream endlessly. Some fans were too wrapped up in his music that they weren’t streaming to hit numbers, but they played his music nonstop because of the art he created.

You were excited for the release date of his comeback, Advice.

May 18th.

You anxiously counted down the days that you could be with him again and dabble in his sex playground.

You felt good knowing that since his mini-album officially dropped, you could finally dabble in his sex playground. This is where you got to fully experience the one thing you were obsessed with.

His duality.

Many people weren’t attracted to feminine energy within a man. In fact, your family always gave you hell about why you were so in love with a man who openly wore make-up, hair extensions, painted nails, and pushed gender boundaries.

This is why you kept your distance from your family. Because they didn’t understand the real you. They get that was the part of him that drew you in even closer. You loved all of those things about him, and really didn’t give a fuck what others thought.

Taemin pushed gender norms and standards and still remained true to himself. That’s what you loved about Lee Taemin. Your boyfriend, who is your amazing lover. He’s caring, thoughtful, loving, and remembers every single detail about you. That level of attention you never experienced with anyone that you dated prior.

While he’s all of those things outside of the bedroom, you love how he can easily switch to dominant you. You have your moments were you enjoy taking charge in the bedroom, but he’s the only one that you’ve felt truly comfortable assuming that role.

Just like that without hesitation, you obediently fall to your knees to show admiration and submission to your black and silver hair lover. You look up into your lover’s gaze and admire the dark hues of gray smeared across his eyelids. It gives his lustful eyes more meaning. It had been two months since you last felt his seductive touch against your brown skin.

You only had a little window in between SHINee’s last comeback preparation and his solo. So, you wanted to make this time count. You were ready to give into your own lustful desires. Truth be told, you practiced complete abstinence to show your loyal devotion to him and his craft. Because you knew it would be worth it to wait for your sweet lover.

“You’re so anxious, baby,” Taemin lifts your chin a little higher, and strokes your hair gently. You wanted him to touch in other places, but you will have to wait for that. Despite, your body calling out for release.

“I am.. I’ve missed you so much,” you manage to say, with his hand still wrapped around your throat.

“I can feel your energy and I know you want me,” Taemin nearly taunts you. His eyes trail down your naked body and explore every curve on your body. He’s always complimented how he loves the way your body looks. Always giving you the praise that you so desperately craved.

Hell, you were here in the middle of the night in his playroom. He had just got home around 2 a.m. for his last schedule.

“I always do. I’ve even maintained complete abstinence for you.” Which was the truth and you would never do that for anyone else.

“Such a good girl,” Taemin leans forward to kiss you. You close your eyes to enjoy the sweetness of his lips against yours. A wave of bliss runs through your body when your lips touch his.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whispered against his mouth and gently pulled away. You want to run your fingers through his hair, but you were bonded by your favorite pair of glitter handcuffs with his initials carved into them.

Taemin leans up and tower over you. Your eyes sparkle over the fact that he’s sporting a noticeable hard-on that needs to be freed.

“You want to show me how much you missed me?” He asked.

“May, I taste you?” You politely ask.

"Of course,” he replies. He releases your throat. You groan a little because you love his grip that he keeps on you.

You are slightly jealous that you are not the one that gets to run your hand along his body. Your eyes observe him and he pull down his white sweatpants.

They fall to the floor into a puddle and your eyes zoom back up to see his supreme underwear grip his crotch so perfectly.

You gasped in awe of how good he looks. You run your tongue against your top lip and you bit your bottom lip.

“Touch me,” he commands you. You lift your hands and rub them against the fabric. You didn’t want to continue to play these games with him. You want to taste him. You pull down his underwear. You were struggling a bit, but you could hear him giggle.

“Struggling much?” He chuckles.

“Nah, I got it,” you say. You are too prideful to ask for help, but you manage to get them down to his ankles. He kicks the underwear off.

Now, you stare at his beautiful manhood. You don’t hesitate to lovingly stroke his him, and listen to his moans that you sparked.

The sounds of moans differ in pitch. You love how they are like music to your ears and you want to turn it up a notch. They are so soft and cute. But, you want to make him moan and groan. You want to hear your name slip from his lips.

Your hands drop down back down and you prop yourself up on your knees. You carefully flick your tongue over the head a few times and you watch him. You change it up each time to find what he needs in this moment.

Your gaze travels back up to his face to see him enjoying the experience. His beautiful brown eyes focuses on you, and he grabs a hand ful of your braids. The look of desire on his face and the way he’s biting that juicy bottom lip that you love to suck on.

“Mmm.. baby. You’re teasing me. Y/N, don’t be shy. Suck it,” Taemin gave you his approval, and you wrap your mouth around him. Just like that you cover him and your further give your lover the pleasure he craves. You twist your handcuff wrists so you can touch yourself.

Your mouth moves fast and you suck his faster than before. Your finger slips into your entrance and it’s wetter than you release. But, the fact that you were on knees for him and handcuffed. That made you soaking wet.

"I didn't give you permission to touch yourself," Taemin's voice deeps, and it causes you to jump a little.

"Sorry, baby," you said, but your attention is fully focused on sucking his dick. You watch him throw his head back, and his beautiful moans escape from his mouth again.

This was the art that you love to create with him. These are the sounds you crave to hear. You secretly want to record it to have for your own personal enjoyment during your one-on-one time session.

You swirl your tongue around him while you slurp him fast. One thing about you is you aren't shy when it comes to sucking dick. You could tell by the subtle way his body is jolting that he's close to his release.

There's nothing more gratifying than watching his orgasm travel through his body, and he spills his seed into your oh-so-talented mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he whimpers, and you know that’s all you need to hear. He might be your Dom, but you truly have the power within three of his favorite places to hide.

You both watch each other as he pumps into your mouth and a simple smirk appears on your face. The eye contact between you is too strong, and that just gave you the motivation to finish him off.

You hit him with the deep throat move, and watch him curse over and over again. That's it you had him right where you want, and you hear the words that remind you that he belongs to you.

"Fuck, I'm cumming, bae," Taemin nearly yells, and explodes in your mouth. You swallow his load, and continue to suck him until he pushes you off. He pulls you off the floor, and slips his tongue into your mouth to give you a hungry kiss.

You are in heat now because you get off on pleasing him. You can feel your own juices slip down your inner thigh. He turns you around and pushes you over the side of the bed.

“I need to be inside of you,” he said. He slaps your ass and you spread your legs. “May I?” He asked. He’s always been about consent first.

You are already soaking wet for him, and you need him inside of you, too. You don’t want to wait another minute.

Hell, you couldn't afford to wait another minute for him to spread you open. You arched your back, and felt him kiss on the side of your neck. He left a trail of kisses all the way to the middle of your back.

"Fuck me..please," you cry out, and you shook your ass to taunt and entice him. You were surprise that Taemin didn't throw his usual comebacks at you. Instead, he shoves his dickinside of you and gives you exactly what you waited months for.

The feeling of being one with him again feels too good. You sigh of relief to be in this position with him again. You missed being his vulnerable for him.

No one ever could have you be this submissive for them, except Taemin. You are madly in love with him, and would do anything for him.

Your bodies found the perfect rhythm, orchestrating a heavenly symphony that only you two could create. You belong to him, and he belongs to you. There isn't anyone in this universe that could take your body to the heights that Taemin can.

"You belong to me," Taemin's hungry groans bounced off your brown skin, and that alone can make you come.Your love language is words of affirmations so this means something to you. .

"Yasss," you cry out.

Taemin slows down, and gives you the deep passionate strokes that you crave so much. Once he slows down, you could hear the beautiful mess you two created from being together. Sounds easily arouse you, and you love hearing how wet he makes you.

You throw your ass back confidently to receive these bomb-ass back shots that your lover is giving you. You felt yourself coming undone. Your body needs that release because it has been two months since you last felt it.

"I'm close, bae," you moan. Your face is buried onto the spread of the bed. Your words seem to spark a deeper fire in him, because he starts to pound your pussy harder.

Quickly, both of your bodies erupts into bliss, and you come hard on his dick. Not to mention, he releases inside of you. Your body feels like it’s on another level.

Another mind blowing experience with your lover.

"Damn, I missed this," you said.

"Me too, let's go again," Taemin said, still inside of you.

#taemin smut #dom!idol #kpop smut #black reader #taemin x black reader #black kpop stans

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 2 months ago

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❝ The reason I survived in hell - was for you, it was not for me. ❞

Ω!reader x α!jeong-hyun | omegaverse AU, fluff, NSFW | sub. bttm. reader (AFAB) | reader has had top surgery and bottom growth | wc: 14k

warnings: mentions of dog fights, CA, graphic description of violence, power imbalance, yandere tendencies, mentions of drugs, stalking, mentions of torture, omegaverse element (heat/rut)

masterlist: how you met (mob yanderes) : pt. 1 (K.JH); pt. 2 (K, JH); pt.3 (K. JH)

authors note: first patreon post, gah! it's a big boy, but i truly did have so much fun writing this! once again, thank you so much for your support and i hope you enjoy this~

*songs on repeat: nervous by the neighbourhood, Guilty by Taemin, Darwinism by Halsey

* YN is described as wearing more fem. clothing as he performs.

Her tongue is the only comfort he knows. Those hazel eyes, dark and light all the same, glimmering as she nosed at the open scar on his arms. It stings — no, it aches. That big mouth with its sharp yellow teeth had grabbed onto his right hand and snapped tightly around it. He was sure his bones would shatter if he weren’t so old. His shoulders pulse to a senseless rhythm as she continues to drag her tongue across his open wounds.

Even when her mouth was the same as the monster's and her teeth were yellow and sharp — she comforted him with her warm belly and even warmer milk, giving him glimpses of a life he had long forgotten. Her mewling pups crowd around him, still too young to turn into monsters themselves. Too small and too fuzzy. Their teeth were more needle-like as they nipped and whimpered. Their muddy multicoloured coats would be scarred and torn apart one day but not today.

The boy turns his head, his neck too frozen and stiff from pain whinges, so he sucks in a sharp breath. Mama pauses, her wet nose pressing to his cheek as she sniffed. The scrap on his cheek made her push a gentle kiss as she adjusted her posture, now lying down around his head in a crescent shape. It must be nice to have that fur coat, he thought as he reached forward to weakly grasp at her paw.

She lets him, merely huffing as she turns her attention back to the bite on his arm. He’s laid on his side, the sweat and blood making dirt stick to him uncomfortably onto his naked body. The boy hears footsteps from the door, heavy boots slapping on the concrete while boisterous laughter booms. Mama growls low, her cropped ears pressing back while her entire body stiffens. The little ones, two balls of fur, stumble back with their eyes trained on the door. The shadows that move underneath it frighten them enough to have them rush to the boy. He grunts for a moment, pushing through the pain and sluggish movement to wrap an arm around them and pull them close to his neck and chest. He’s scared too. It was too open in this cage and he knew that even if he tried to fight, his wounds and the drugs that they’d given him, would make him too slow.

The last time he had bared his teeth, the men had yelled at him. Angry as they spit out those harsh words, the heavy rings on their fingers splitting open his skin when they backhanded him. The little ones wouldn’t be able to take those blows. But the men wouldn’t care — they didn’t. The last time one had tried, Mama had lost it. She’d been whimpering as she nosed and licked at its cold body. The men had taken it away and Mama waited, and waited, and waited.

The boy lets them nip and chew on his thumb while Mama watches the door when it opens he’d take the men head-on and keep them safe. Even if he’d black out from the pain or if they’d use the metal pipes and slam him down into the dirt, screaming at his face and mockingly calling him a mutt. The boy would be scared, downright terrified when that happens, as he thinks about the potential outcomes of fighting back he shudders in place — but the little ones would be more terrified, wouldn’t they?

He was small, but they were smaller. He was weak, but they were weaker.

The boy would protect them. He loved them too much to let them be taken away from him. They were the only thing that gave him comfort; Mama and them. He knows in a way, it’s futile. Mama’s had little ones before, they weren’t little anymore. They’d gotten big and their teeth were sharp, but the boy didn’t fault them for snapping their jaws around his limbs because he saw himself looking into their eyes.

That fear wouldn’t go away even when they were all big now with rippling muscles that chased him and blunt claws that dug into his chest. They were still little ones in there, somewhere, whimpering for a sliver of kindness as the men turned them into monsters.

Jeong-Hyun wheezes softly as the door opens. The little one's yelp and Mama growls. He wills his body to move even when it screams at him to stay stiff. The boy ignores it, crouching ahead of the puppies while he bares his teeth at the tall men. They shove each other, snickering as they reach for the lock on the cage and rhythmically tap the metal pipe onto their palms. He licks the front of his teeth, nostrils flaring as his broken nails drag across the concrete — the scraping sensation being felt in his teeth. His tense posture makes warm blood trail out from his open wounds as his veins pulse with fear.

The cage door swings open.

Amid the chaos around in this tight hallway and violent attackers, all he can zone in on is the sight of you running down the hallway and disappearing as you turn the corner. Confusion riddles his face for a split second — until a man rushes at him and slams him into the wall. These backstreet gangsters Beokseom hired were just like that asshole. They were teeth gratingly annoying as they tried to overwhelm him like a bunch of ants, swinging their arms around while they held the legs of the wooden stool or whatever else they could grab as a weapon.

Every time Jeong-Hyun gripped his knife, he could see the apprehension in the clench of their jaw. He could read them like an open book. They were scared to die but wouldn’t do anything to win this fight. They were the appetizers in the dog fights — little dogs who’d bark up a storm when a big dog was in the ring and run when it retaliated with the bone-shaking snap of their jaws.

Jeong-Hyun glances at the man holding onto his stomach, his eyes squeezed shut like a bitch. At that moment, a wooden stool leg smashes on his head and Joeng-Hyun’s vision tints with viscous red. He licks his lips at the metallic taste, raising his hand and stabbing it right into the man’s back. When he fights back, Jeong-Hyun can feel the way his muscles contract around the blade — when Jeong-Hyun pulls it out, he continues to hold him to the wall.

So Jeong-Hyun rewards his valiant sacrifice. He stabs him again and this time, his grip loosens. Jeong-Hyun grabs at his face, pulling his body upwards just as someone swings down a cleaver. It gets stuck in the man’s shoulder, deep in the bone and spurting blood like a fountain. It catches the attacker off guard, he whispers a name and Jeong-Hyun tilts his head at the boy’s expression. So young, so full of life — Beokseom was a piece of work hiring a teenager to be his muscle. He wasn’t a gangster, he was a meat shield.

Jeong-Hyun shoves the body away and it slams into the boy, he stumbles backwards and gets pinned to the floor by the warm corpse. More bodies drop next to him, necks slashed wide open or eyes missing — Jeong-Hyun had no mercy for the rest of the men. When they swung at him, his frightening face would morph into pure excitement. When they did land a hit, it was as if Jeong-Hyun couldn’t even feel the pain.

He was a monster with one goal in mind. To destroy everyone who stood in his path. Just as he was instructed to.

When they were kids, she thought the sun itself had blessed him. His hazel eyes were brighter than hers, glowing under the light while he cooed on his play mat. She’d given him his name, Jeong-Hyun; Peaceful, gentle, virtuous, worthy. It mirrored her name in a way. Seo-Yun — a gentle, prosperous omen.

As she walked through the club’s backdoor, her nose curling at the scent of seafood and burned broth, and as her heels clicked on the blood-splattered floors of Beokseom’s hallways she thought their names still reflected them. Even if crooked or twisted from the nature of their world — Jeong-Hyun was ever so peaceful as he leaned against the glass table of Oh Beokseom’s office.

Behind her, following her the whole way down, were her men and women in crisp white button-ups and black jackets while their hands hovered over their belts. Compared to the mess on the floor with their different patterns of clothes and shitty tattoos that were torn apart, her muscles were leagues above. A united front, a proper pack, unlike these mutts.

“I guess dying discretely was too much for Mr Oh,” she nudges the back of his shattered head with the toe end of her shoes. Jeong-Hyun breathes harshly through his nose, jaw unclenching as she places a hand on his shoulder. Comfort was a foreign concept to Jeong-Hyun, it was something completely unfamiliar to him while he was growing up. It took a lot of work for Seo-Yun to ease him down with just a reassuring touch — she’d never given up on him and for that he was grateful.

He shows her your blade, and Seo-Yun pinches her brows together.

The carnage around her reveals the story. Oh Beokseom could’ve died a simple, lacklustre, death but he’d fought back and brandished Jeong-Hyun’s courting gift as a way to…Seo-Yun glances at the brain smeared on the floor. He was a peacock, posturing and strutting around amongst the other underground beasts as if he were one of them; but birds had hollow bones and Beokseom was no bird of prey. He sang his songs too loudly and fluttered his fan of feathers to any teenage girl who wanted to brag about having a ‘gangster’ boyfriend.

It was a shame. He was a decent businessman, and the girls here were good at being Seo-Yun’s ears and eyes. If he were more cunning, the blade would’ve been left alone and so would you. If he were smart, he would’ve used you as a snake hidden amongst flowers — you were desperate, weren’t you?

You must be if you willingly worked here. Beokseom should’ve used that to his advantage rather than assume Jeong-Hyun would frolic so freely with you under his arm.

“You got angry and smashed his head open,” she signed as she spoke, noting the twitch of pain in his cheek as blood trailed down his fingertips. “Then got into a fight by yourself. That was reckless,” she bent her right hand slightly and tapped her chest with the tip of her fingers at which he turned his head away with his nose in the air. A haughty sniff earned him a pointed squint from Seo-Yun.

“You messaged me and said he was here as well. Where’s your singer?”

It was right there, the blue and white building with the words ‘POLICE DEPARTMENT’ written across the board. Your feet had carried you here, your heart pumping wildly in your chest as you leaned against the rough walls of the alleyway. Shuddering breaths rack through you as you stare at the policemen walking up the steps with their smiles free of trouble. With every blink you see that man in the hallway, that monster, with the blade he’d gifted you in his hands as he struck down everyone around him. That gentle smile, that violent scene.

You brace your hands on your knees, tilting forward and catching yourself with a thud of your shoulder against the wall. Your back is soaked, the cafe t-shirt sticking to your back as you find yourself kneeling on the ground and spitting onto the ground in an attempt to control the sudden flux of saliva. You wrap an arm around your stomach and will yourself to not upset it further. The meagre breakfast you had been the only meal, between getting kicked out of your only house to now seeing —

You cover your mouth and nose, your eyes watering. A concerned murmur penetrates your silent effort to keep your food in your stomach, and a patrol officer kneels before you.

“Are you alright?” Her eyes were concerned, lips pursed as she placed a hand on your shoulder. You dropped the hand from your face, her neon green vest drawing you into a trance as her kind face patiently waited for you to speak. Then, behind her, a long set of legs appeared. You recognised him from the club. He comes by with an entourage of policemen who are well past their prime but not their usefulness.

He liked to grope you while you sat on his lap, bouncing you on that skinny knee and cussing that omega bitches were so easy to impress in a drunken slur. You see recognition in his eyes and without thinking, you spring away, scrambling backwards onto your ass then up onto your feet.

“Sir, are you alright?” She staggers to her feet as well, widening her arms in a display of openness, but you conjure it as a threat, a trap.

The police weren’t going to help. You were naive to think that they would when they already turn a blind eye to the shady shipments of simple seafood restaurants in exchange for ‘free’ participation in the trade.

Each step added more and more weight onto your weary shoulders. For a while, you wandered around aimlessly and thoughtlessly, trying to make sense of what you had just witnessed and wondering how your life had somehow come to this. A shitty part-time job at a cafe with a stingy boss who’d complain about the stretched-out collar of your shirt, seeing your shady boss’ head splattered across the ground like a smashed open watermelon and now effectively homeless because there was no way in hell you’d run back to the club. The scent of blood stuck onto you, like the dampness of your sweat, and you made a startling discovery.

A spot of red had found itself on the top of your shoes.

The sound of people flooding in, their casual conversations and the cadence of their footsteps, startles you enough to raise your head. The sky was almost completely dark now, the street lamps and shop lights illuminating your path. Couples walk past you, offering you a glance of curiosity and pity. You wrap your arms around yourself and reach to check if you have anything on your face — spit or blood. Your hands were clean but they were still shaking. The street was so open, that you take a step to safety but go rigid. Ha-Joon had kicked you out. Your things were back in that damned changing room. The realization causes your shoulders to slump and you stop in place, breathing a rattling sigh.

You had nowhere to go. All that hard work, those sacrifices you made to claw your way through the mud in hopes of living a comfortable life and you found yourself pulled into the earth. Just work hard, people have told you, and then everything will be more or less smooth sailing. Maybe it was your fault, after all, that advice didn’t apply to getting your hands dirty with gangsters, did it? Even if you didn’t do anything bad, even if you told yourself you were desperate, was it worth it in the end?

You despised your father for taking these predatory loans, maybe you were his son and now you’re just doomed to repeat his mistakes.

How could you be so stupid?

That spot of blood mocks you, coming back to life as tears fill your eyes and blur your vision. You shouldn’t cry, you shouldn’t — not in a public street when you already look this frazzled.

A sniffing snout approaches the blood stain and you blink in confusion at the dog’s muddy multicoloured coat and white snout. Its stubby tail wagged, its butt moving with the motion as it lifted its head and smiled at you. He wore a collar with a loose leash attached, and as you trace it you meet with a masked face.

But those eyes were Jeong-Hyun’s. That milky left and that ambrosia-coloured right— you’re pinned in place. Should you run or scream? You couldn’t, frozen in suspension as he took one step, then another. Questions buzz through your head, a hive of confusion, but the absence of fear makes a shiver run down your spine. The alpha pauses before he gets too close while his dog continues its mission to get to know you better.

Your pupils are trembling as he connects your gazes. Peeking from his mask was gauze stuck to his cheek, the bulk under his jacket wasn’t due to a shoulder strap it was instead the sling his arm was in. The question of how he found you flash through your brain. You’d made good progress in running away from the fiasco but as the dog’s wet nose presses to your twitching fingers, you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d used its nose to seek you out. Leisurely walking the streets, an item of yours in his pockets, following his furry friend's guidance.

Or was it more sinister? Did the patrol cop tell you he’d bumped into you or were the CCTV’s under his control?

Ha-Joon had told you their strength but when it was simply word of mouth, you couldn’t quite fathom it. Now that you’d seen what he could do with his boot, knife, and some elbow grease — you don’t doubt his movie-like influence.

Something inside of you preens at this. Jeong-Hyun was showing off, it simply made sense to the caveman in your brain. This alpha had been courting you and his gorish display was simply his way of appealing to this instinctual part of you. Your inner omega finds this all endearing as it all but shows its soft underbelly and flicks its tail under Jeong-Hyun’s nose. It’s equal parts ridiculous and shameful, however, it reminds you of a trump card you hold.

“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” Jeong-Hyun’s eyebrows instantly raise and he shakes his head. He seemed shocked, genuinely shocked, that you would even think that. You play the part of an omega in distress — it didn’t take much acting considering you were one — and bring your shoulders up, hands cupping your elbows as you tilt your head down.

Jeong-Hyun reaches forward, gently placing a hand over yours to tap at it. He gestures to a cafe. You hesitantly follow, sitting on the outdoor chair and gasping softly as his dog places his head on your lap. His tail swept the floor as he pleaded to you with those gentle eyes. You gave him a few head pats, scratching behind his ears as Jeong-Hyun fished for his phone. He types into his phone as you let the sweet dog occupy your attention, when he’s done, he slides the phone to you.

[ Didn’t mean to scare ]

[ Was trying to keep u safe ]

[ Ur boss trouble he follows u home ]

[ My mistake I wanted to keep u safe ]

The more you read the more confused you got. Your boss had stalked you because Jeong-Hyun had gifted you things and given you attention, and Jeong-Hyun found an issue with it. This was earning him more brownie points from your omega — that dumb bitch — and you take a glance at him.

He was waiting for your response with his eyes gentle, and beguiling. Gone were the traces of the beast in the hallway slicing down men like there were nothing more than blades of grass. He was a nervous schoolgirl again, just like he was the first night you met.

“My boss was stalking me?” You try not to make your voice tremble, and you succeed. He nods, reaching for his phone again. Your fingers brush against his own when you pass it to him, and you swear you see the tips of his ears turn bright red. It takes everything in you not to snort at the sight.

[ His people follow u ]

[ Take ur knife ]

[ Asshole. ]

A corner of your lips twitch, tugging your lip into a half-grin that Jeong-Hyun silently imprints into his mind. Despite the lack of details, he paints the picture for you; your boss had his grievances with Jeong-Hyun — the memory of him eating your food while he told you about their rudeness replays in your mind though his head is now just a bouquet of bone shards, gore, and his popped-out eye dangling below his chin — and strikes at the chance to get back at him through you because he’d shown his interest in you.

You’d become homeless and scarred for life because your dumbass boss decided to use you because he felt disrespected.

“Yeah, he is an asshole,” you mutter disdainfully. “Oh well, was,” you carefully hand Jeong-Hyun his phone again and instantly give the poor dog a few more ear scratches when he paws at your knees.

“I’ll have to look for a new job.” Your eyes feel heavy, and you squint to focus as you fight the exhaustion of today’s events. You don’t even know why you’re telling him this. As you gently squeeze at his dog’s cute cheeks, you relax as it eagerly accepts your affections.

“I’ll have to look for a new house.”

Jeong-Hyun slides his phone across the table.

[ I can keep u safe ]

[ If u let me ]

[ U don’t have to work ]

[ My house is ur house ]

Well, he certainly didn’t beat around the bush. You shake your head and even with the mask on his face, you can tell he’s frowning. His eyebrows furrowing as he huffs at your stubbornness. Under the table, he scuffs the front part of his boots on the ground. Short off stomping his feet like a petulant child. You would get a headache from these two sides of him — spectrums would make more sense. Jeong-Hyun breathes sharply through his nose and then tilts his head, his downward-facing lashes fluttering. When you feel a paw place itself on your knee, you’re staring at the same expression on his dog.

You purse your lips, trying not to laugh as you lean down to kiss the needy thing on his head. A glimmer of his collar grabs your attention and you take a second to read his name.

“Hwan?” he perks up at the name. “Hwannie-ya” you coo sweetly. He gives a soft, gruff reply, surging upward to place his paws on your lap and lick at your face. His tail hits the table legs and you laugh softly at his affections.

“I’m not going to live in your house, Mr. Kim. " He jerked his head back and scrunched his face.

This time he shows you his phone screen.

[ Jeong-Hyun not Mr Kim ]

[ >:C ]

You smile at him this time. A proper one, with a sliver of teeth showing behind those beckoning lips. Your angelic voice utters his name, and it’s like it’s the first time he’s heard sound.

“Jeong-Hyun.”

He sinks into the chair, glancing away and unintentionally gives you a clear view of his good ear. Bright red, flushed right to the tip as he gave a curt nod.

When Ha-Joon walks into his home, he nearly drops his bass in shock. There, in the living room, was a dog with its ears pointed forward and its eyes trained on him. It stood in front of the guest room door, a low rumbling noise escaping it as it stalked forward.

The big dog was horrifying enough but on the couch was one of the most feared mobsters in the game; Kim Jeong-Hyun was idly flicking through his TV with his leather jacket draped across the back of the seat and his boots thrown off haphazardly at the hallway Ha-Joon wanted to disappear in.

Jeong-Hyun glanced over at Ha-Joon then gestured to the couch with nothing more than a jerk of his head. The bassist trembled, placed his bass down, and took a step forward. Hwan gives a low bark and Ha-Joon flinches, stiffening. Jeong-Hyun switches to a different channel, the volume is kept low but Ha-Joon recognizes the news anchor on the screen. When Jeong-Hyun clicks his tongue in annoyance, Ha-Joon comically stumbles over his long legs to reach the couch.

God Jeong-Hyun was terrifying to look at. His face was mutilated and torn, skin stretched tight in some places, teeth exposed to the world his eye cloudy and most likely barely functional. It was a shame considering how the untouched parts of his face showed how handsome he could’ve been if it weren’t for his line of work. A rounded eye shape with a deep crease, strong eyebrows, a good nose shape and a strong jaw that he’s currently clenching the longer Ha-Joon stares.

He moves to sit on the couch but Jeong-Hyun curls his lip and he squeaks.

The alpha nods in front of him and Ha-Joon’s knees knock onto the carpet. He hears soft clinking in the kitchen and when he dares to sneak a glance, Ha-Joon sees a woman he swore had walked straight out of some graphic novel; her slanted eyes and full lips, her brows looked like they were in a perpetual state of worry which made her look kinder than the smile on her face showed.

“Ha-Joon, right?” Seo-Yun was holding a mug of coffee in her arm. She walked towards him, sitting on the armrest of the couch and delicately crossing her legs. Ha-Joon had heard tales of the Kim siblings from Hell. But in all those gorey stories, Jeong-Hyun’s name was much more prominent compared to his sisters. Jeong-Hyun tearing someone's neck apart, crushing someone’s ankles under his boot, sicking his dogs onto a wriggling human torso — Seo-Yun had never enacted such violence. The only thing he’d heard about her was the fact that she had a great rack and that she used to be some gangster's favourite lay before she somehow stole his little empire from him. It made Ha-Joon’s heart race just wondering what she could do to him.

“I’ll keep this simple. With Beokseom gone, his businesses naturally fall to us.”

Naturally, what a strange choice of words. If Ha-Joon were braver he would have laughed. But he isn’t so he doesn’t. He wonders though if his boss had been warned or had been

She says your name and Ha-Joon lifts his head. Hwan snaps his teeth next to his ear, making him yelp as he curls over to protect his head. He can feel the dog’s breath on his skin as it begins to growl lowly.

“We have to protect our own and (Y/N)’s in a tight spot, so be a gentleman and give him your guest room, won’t you?”

When he doesn’t answer her, Jeong-Hyun stands up and grabs his wavy locks, pulling him up until his back is arched uncomfortably and he’s choking on his spit from the sudden force.

Seo-Yun takes a sip of her coffee, waiting for him to speak.

“Yuh - Yeah, yes, ma’am! I understand!”

Jeong-Hyun pulls his hair by his roots and Ha-Joon’s eyes fill with tears. When he makes a jerk motion to lift his arms, the dog snaps his jaws again and he simply sobs pitifully.

“My brother’s telling you to be quiet, (Y/N)’s had a rough night. He needs his rest.”

There’s a steady murmur of conversations throughout the room followed by the gentle clinks of glasses tinkling over the smooth laughter of the pretty omegas lounging next to tattooed men; their touches less than innocent, stroking and groping over his clothes in the safety of the dim lighting.

The stage light makes those touches pause for a moment, though the men are not disappointed by it when they land their gaze on you. You were like a pearl glimmering on the stage, glossy lips pouted as you hummed a tune, the band behind you following your lead. If you were nervous, you didn’t let it show. Despite all their eyes on you, you continued to sing on stage with that sultry, clear, voice. The teasing movements of your hips and waist and your teasing grin were inciting a few of the alphas in the crowd.

Further in the back, they gave you a sharp wolf whistle, earning a few cheers of agreement from the men around him. The girls lounging with them instantly glance at the table right in front of your stage, the one with only one currently occupied chair. His head twitches but he still faces you which makes the girls shift cautiously, now sharing looks.

“Work it, baby!” one man cheers as you twirl on stage. She shifts under his arm, internally sighing when he simply pulls her in closer. “You getting jealous or something?”

“No,” she giggles. “I’m just gonna get you some more drinks, so we can keep this party going all night long!” he slurs something about her just wanting him to spend more money on the club to get some cut out of it. Next to him, his buddy continues to holler and whistle at you. She sees Jeong-Hyun turn his head, his eye briefly shining like gold as he shoots daggers towards him.

It’s your touch that pulls him away from his violent plans. You place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently as you move to stand behind him. Carefully, your fingers slide down his chest, brushing over his stomach as your cheek ghosts his own; you sing right into his ear. You’re so close he can hear the vibrations in your voice and that addicting scent that’s so undeniably yours. It was sweeter tonight, maybe it was the perfume you were wearing, but it made him inhale deeply.

Jeong-Hyun truly crumbles under your touch. All at once, any other thought simply floats away as you gently brush the tip of your nose to his cheek, stifling a chuckle as he clenches his fist on the table as if holding himself back from embracing you — he was.

That tumultuous night felt like years ago when it had only been a month.

A month of peace and for once, dare you say stability. When his jaw clenches, the whole club can hear the smile in your voice. It’s strange how easily you can ease him down from the violence that came to him as easily as breathing — all it took was a touch, a glance, a soothing melody from your lips. Jeong-Hyun turns to face you, taking in your coy expressions head-on so brazenly.

Ha-Joon watches this exchange from the stage, his eyes following you when you decide to pull away from Jeong-Hyun and return to your spot on stage. You were truly an idiot, courting a dangerous man like Jeong-Hyun just because he’d been nice to you — Ha-Joon couldn’t hide his disdain. Humiliation filled him as he remembered the night they’d come into his home and forced him to house you like he was some sort of slave they could just push around. It didn’t help that now, Jeong-Hyun or his men would casually hang around his front door to bring you here or there.

His neighbours — ones he made an effort to get to know now — ask him quietly if you were his ex-boyfriend, and if it was awkward for him to see his omega go out on dates with shady figures. Because that’s what it looks like for the average person, a silly petty romance plot. They had no clue how much blood stained the hands of the alpha that held onto your own.

“Ha-Joon,” the keyboardist hisses at him. He jerked his head up, noticing his fingers had stopped strumming along completely and the band was trying their hardest to cover up his mistake. You don’t glance back at him, crooning into the microphone and shrugging down the faux fur shoulder wrap to expose more of your skin.

It works easily enough. The cheers from these deplorable men drown them out, but that didn’t matter to you. You weren’t here to please them. You were here to perform for Jeong-Hyun.

The Kim siblings had taken ownership of Beokseom’s clubs. Irking more and more mobsters who felt like their little pieces of paradise were being taken away by them — still stubbornly refusing to bow their heads, holding out the inevitable. The workers, the ones who didn’t stupidly tie loyalties to Oh Beokseom, of these establishments didn’t find the transition too rough. It didn’t matter who they worked under, as long as they kept their heads down and worked quietly, they’d do just fine.

The ‘entertainers’ found themselves being spoiled rotten though. Seo-Yun always had a soft spot for them, guess it ran in the family. She didn’t raise a hand to them posted more security, and hired in-house doctors too.

Jeong-Hyun was less professional in his pampering of you. As you walk into your tiny changing room, you immediately pause on the threshold when you spot a gift box on your table. The note on it simply read;

For you

He didn’t sign off on them anymore. He didn’t need to. You smile, reaching for it to undo the delicate red ribbon. It was a bracelet, the silver links delicate but still noticeable from afar. It glimmered under the lights of your vanity, shining under your touch as you admired the details of it. The gifts he gave you had always been a bit eccentric — the knife and the dark flowers — but they’d always reflected him and his silent admiration for you.

Things to keep you safe with, things that reminded him of your beauty, things that you could wear to satiate that possessiveness alphas had within them. You felt bad for simply giving him things like food or cheesy little poems but when he looked at you — God, when he looked at you.

It was strange, how easily he made you draw your bridge down because he didn’t tear your walls down. He could’ve done so, he could’ve scaled it and laid waste to what you so dearly protected. He had the power, the money, the scary reputation.

But instead, he waited and waited. You set the pace, you made the first moves for affection. It was as if the monster in that hallway was just a mirage your brain was playing on you. Jeong-Hyun never stowed you away in his home, never chained you to his basement, he understood your need for independence.

You still worried about being stalked or used but you didn’t have to. Not when Jeong-Hyun had already made sure to have more capable people keep their eyes on you, to have Ha-Joon keep him updated about your comings and goings. You would be safe, Jeong-Hyun would make sure of it. When you’re ready, when you trust him enough to be completely his, he’ll be sure you won’t have to worry anymore.

You could just live, not survive. When — not if — you were his, he’ll be sure nobody could hurt you anymore. You were his treasure, his paradise — his angel.

A knock on your door makes you lift your head. Jeong-Hyun leans on the threshold of your open door, smiling. He walks in when you turn to face him, and the small room seems to amplify his broadness. He glances at the bracelet you’re holding and then connects your gazes.

“I like it,” you tell him in a soft voice as if sharing a secret. He visibly perks up and offers his hand, palm up. “You wanna put it on me?”

Of course, he does. He didn’t have to wear a sling anymore for his shoulder, he could finally do things without being restrained by that stupid contraption. His gloved hands always send shivers down your spine, the smooth leather brushing over your bare skin never failing to make heat rise to your face.

He drags his thumb down your arm to your wrist, his fingers curling around it as he adjusts the silver bracelet around it.

“Tomorrow, there’ll be a food market,” he hums in acknowledgement while he clasps the lobster hook to the chain. “I’m off the entire day. Would you like to come along with me?”

Jeong-Hyun admires your wrist for a moment then nods, signing the words for ‘work’ and ‘after’ to you that you squint your eyes at for a second.

“After work?” you mimic his movement unsurely, Jeong-Hyun smiles and repeats it slower so you can catch it while he mouths it.

“After work,” You repeat much more surely. You don’t know what his work entails. He could just be following Seo-Yun to meetings, or checking on their territories, or he could be stomping someone’s head open like a watermelon.

Jeong-Hyun leans in and gently places his forehead over yours. His eyes closed as the rounded tip of his nose brushed over your cheek and the tip of your own. Your lashes tremble and he simply eclipses that horrible memory with his sweetness. You feel something inside you wavering, succumbing to his affections as you press your lips to the corner of his, giggling when you hear his sharp inhale and his grip loosening and tightening unsurely around your hand.

Jeong-Hyun meets you at the entrance of the food market with no traces of red on him or gunpowder stuck to his gloves. Work must’ve gone smoothly then. You greet him and he reaches for your hand. When you walk together, he always puts you on his good side; not for vanity but for his comfort. Jeong-Hyun is always more alert in public when you’re by his side it ramps up.

“Jeong-Hyun, are you hungry?” you peek up at him, wondering what he’d choose from the array of food. You’d bought him food before, even made him food once or twice when you knew he’d be watching you perform that night. But he’s never said what his favourite foods were, happily chewing on whatever with his hand politely covering his mouth as he did.

He nodded, gently squeezing your hand as the both of you made your way deeper into the market. The stalls were bright and colourful, and the scent of the food was beginning to make Jeong-Hyun salivate. “I used to work here,” you said as you paused in front of a food stall, watching Jeong-Hyun lean forward and subtly sniff the air of the cooking broth. “Back in high school, I used to work at those noodle stalls to help with bills. I couldn’t eat noodles for months, the smell of the broth would stick to my hair and some dumbasses at school would joke that I was a walking noodle ad or something.”

Jeong-Hyun imagined you in a high school uniform, then himself, frowned when he imagined those dumbasses who teased you and promptly wondered what he’d do to them if we were there for you. Not that he could’ve done much back when he was that age, but he could fight. That would be enough.

He taps your shoulder, then asks if you still don’t enjoy noodles. You pout your lips forward, shrugging then make a so-so gesture. “It’s not my favourite, but I can stomach it. It’s cheap,” when the owner of the stall greets you, you momentarily turn away to return it. He focuses behind you, keeping a watchful eye as you ask her about the different types of flavours in the broth. Asking for two cups along with a few skewers of some fish cakes, a neutral food to start the date with.

But his question reminds you to ask the same of him. “Do you have a favourite food?” Jeong-Hyun thinks about it as he takes the paper cup of fish broth and fish cake, watching as you pay for the meal. His brow twitches but you pay it no mind. He could pout all he wants, but you won’t budge about it. The shine of the bracelet on your wrist at least softens his petulant expression.

He shrugs, pulling his mask down and taking a small bite of the fish cakes before he swiftly pulls the mask back up over his nose. He gently grabs the back of his left hand with the thumb and pointer finger of his right hand, careful not to spill the broth. Seo-Yeon had signed it before in front of you when she asked what sort of meat Jeong-Hyeon had gifted you.

Ah, that explains that one. You didn’t expect to get a box of expensive cuts of beef being delivered to Ha-Joon’s home that one day — guess that’s why.

“Just meat?” Jeong-Hyun nods excitedly.

“Beef? Chicken?” you chew on the fishcakes, and mumble out, “Fish?”

Jeong-Hyun just nods along, taking a moment to take another bite as you both continue to walk down. You feel a bit more confident now, already knowing which stalls to bring him to. Though eating meat would be pretty heavy, so you ask him if he likes anything sweet. You’re glad that he doesn’t mind these quiet dates, enjoying the park dates spending time with you in your changing room or that one time he simply sat in Ha-Joon’s car to send you home. That had been comical due to Ha-Joon’s flustered expression but Jeong-Hyun was delighted to be spending his time with you as he completely ignored Ha-Joon’s presence and focused on you.

“Is the mask annoying?” You ask as you both sit down on the plastic chairs, waiting for your meal to be sent to your table. Jeong-Hyun shakes his head, placing his elbows on the table.

Nah, I hate the stares more. Makes me….

He pauses, then continues.

ANNOYED.

You laugh at his deadpanned eyes and furrowed brows. He doesn’t ever show that his scars bothered him — despite living in a country where facial scars would completely shun you from society. Jeong-Hyun huffs, watching you scrunch up your nose as you call him silly in that fond tone.

“Maybe next time, we can go somewhere nobody will stare.”

Your house?

“Ha-Joon-Hyung’s house,” you corrected with a snort. “But no, maybe we could spend some time at your place?” Jeong-Hyun perks up, his cheeks lifting behind the mask but you could still see him smiling despite it.

When you finish eating the heavy meal, Jeong-Hyun and you set off to find some dessert to offset the savoury flavours. In the middle of your debate between eating bungeoppang or hotteok when you notice a familiar face in the crowd — Jeong-Hyun instantly catches onto your expression. He follows your line of sight and meets eyes with a stocky man with a toad-like face.

“Shit,” he turns to you as you take a few steps back. The toad man yells at you, uncrossing his arms when he notices you will make a run for it. “C’mon!”

“Hey! You motherfucker!”

Jeong-Hyun wondered if you’d forgotten who he was, and what he could do but truthfully you didn’t. But you knew that if he started murdering people in the middle of a food market, you knew it’d just cause him more trouble than he needed. Plus, even with his arm free from the sling, you see how his jaw clenches when he removes his jacket. Jeong-Hyun doesn’t particularly enjoy showing his pain, you imagine when everyone wants to kill him it makes him build these walls.

“Loan shark!” you yell at Jeong-Hyun, still holding onto his hand as you rush through the crowd, trying not to trip on your legs. “Loan sharks! These assholes!”

They’d been looking for you after you moved out, wondering where the hell had you run off to. Even if you keep paying them, you know they get satisfaction from intimidating you and wringing you dry for more money. A part of you would love to see these assholes eat dirt but Jeong-Hyun shouldn’t be hurt over this.

You’re too focused on getting out but Jeong-Hyun is keenly aware when he’s getting closed in on.

A few men rush in, shoving people away as they try to reach for him or you. Up ahead, there are a few others already waiting by the entrance of the market and Jeong-Hyun tugs you backwards, ignoring the gasp of shock you let out and instead slipping you into a tighter road, urging you to rush ahead with a short gruff shout. There are fewer people here, the alleyways are getting more isolated and claustrophobic. The rush of men behind you began getting filed into single lines and Jeong-Hyun skids to a stop to grab at a trash bag and flinging it towards them. They stumble over, falling on top of each other but it doesn’t slow them down.

Someone manages to get close though and Jeong-Hyun dodges him, bringing his fists up to protect his face. A big chunk of them were still struggling to get onto their feet but he focused on the ones right in front of him, blocking them off from you as he waited for them to get close. It was a risky move but considering his shoddy depth perception, he had to be sure his hits landed.

With you being there, it’s putting him more on edge. Behind his mask, his lips were curled as he pumped out his scent of pure anger into the air, the bitter tang making his opponents snarl defensively.

Seo-Yun always scolds him for getting into fights like these. He was strong but he had his blindspots, he’s gotten lucky all this while that he hadn’t gotten stabbed anywhere ‘important’ but if he kept testing his luck —

“Jeong-Hyun!”

You were way too brave for your own good. For a second, everything slowed down and Jeong-Hyun saw you step in front of him, holding a wooden plank in your hands that you bring down onto someone’s head. They crumple, blood spurting out from the top of his head as he crashes onto the ground. You rear it backwards again as someone lunges and Jeong-Hyun kicks them square in the chest to keep them away.

He should be angry, he realises that, but seeing you like that made a thrill rush through him. He glances back at you and you tighten your grip on your newfound weapon. If you were going to fight, you might as well fight together. You wished you had your knife in the moment, at least you’d be able to swing it around and scare the loan sharks off.

Jeong-Hyun elbows someone in the face, breaking his nose and grabbing onto the back of his jacket to spin and throw him towards the wall. You kept to his blind spots, showing your teeth as you continued to swing your weapon around. When the toad-faced man rushes into the alleyway, he doesn’t expect to see his goons clutching their bleeding heads and noses or fully passed out on the ground. He yells, grabbing them by their hair to shove them back into the fray.

You were beginning to get overwhelmed by them, snapping your teeth to deter them. The toad wrenches your wooden plank away and tries to put you into a headlock. Jeong-Hyun didn’t turn around to the sound of your pained yells — it was the pained yells of the toad man. You were biting down on his arm, elbowing and kicking your legs to get away from his grip.

Jeong-Hyun feels heat travelling south but he ignores it and instead comes to your aid. He grabs the man’s face, nearly digging his fingers into his forehead and cheeks and using his momentum to slam him into the wall. He groans weakly as he slides down the surface but the relief is temporary when he hears the yells for backup. You grab his gloved hands and tug him away, urging him to hurry, but he’s stunned.

You’re smiling at him. You look frazzled and a bit roughed up but no bruises were visible, but you were adrenaline-fuelled. Jeong-Hyun wanted to gather you in his arms and take your breath away. But you needed to get to safety first. There aren’t a lot of shops further down this path. So while they were still distracted, Jeong-Hyun grabbed your wrist and booked it.

He could feel his breath suffocating him as he dashed down the tight corners. Behind him, the most melodic sound bubbled up. You were laughing breathlessly, your hair bouncing with every harsh step and he could see blood stain your lips. He smiles underneath his mask, refocusing on getting away safely.

He spots a blue glow on the pavement ground and notices the half-open shutter door. He skids to a stop and urges you to get inside, he glares as he hears the angry yells and rushed footsteps so he quickly slides under the shutter door. Jeong-Hyun hears the sounds of water first, then the soft gasp of wonderment from you. You’re staring into a fish tank, wiping away the sweat from your neck as you catch your breath. They’re a colourful bunch of small fishes, placed onto metal shelves with the constant noise of the water filter and disturbed water barely muffling the noise of the buzzing LED lights.

It’s cold here, but you’re still sweating, and he can feel your warmth as he draws close. That valley of flowers had a tonal shift. His nose twitched, and he came closer, hovering over your shoulder and pulling his mask down, thinking that he must be imagining things. Your hand gently reaches over your shoulder and curls under his chin while you still face forward at the tanks. You touch so casually, completely undeterred by him looming over your shoulder.

“That one is pretty,” He looks at the ribbon-finned fish you’re pointing at. It had iridescent scales, its fins full and flared as it swam close to your finger. It hits him the moment he registers exactly why your scent was burning — it wasn’t an early symptom of fever or exhaustion — and he immediately feels the ends of his hair bristle up.

You were in heat.

“I think they went down here!”

You were in heat and you weren’t safe.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, lifting you off your feet and pulling you towards his chest. You panic, briefly, but accept your fate as he fumbles to open a door open and slip inside. It’s dark, the only light source coming from beneath the metal panels at the bottom of the door. It’s not a small space, as it was filled with fish tank maintenance materials and a freezer probably filled with fish foods or whatever else. But due to the volume of materials, it meant you’d be pressed closer — very close — to the alpha.

You can feel him breathing down your neck, his grip on your tightening as his pupil shrank into nothing but a dot of black against honey. He’s braced one arm on the wall, tugging you closer in a way he’d never done before and you wonder if everything was alright with him — he’d never acted so possessively before. You gasp softly when you hear a few voices echo behind the door. Jeong-Hyun’s chest rumbles, but not in those rare alpha rumbles of contentment, no. He’s going to start growling, the noise more guttural than anything you’d heard before. You try to turn in his arms which makes him snap his eyes towards you.

“Jeong-Hyun?” You whisper, willing your voice to go as soft as it could go. You squirm and this time, he reprimands you swiftly. He shoves his face to your neck and bites — not harsh enough to draw blood, barely enough pressure to even leave indents on his teeth, but the message is simple.

Don’t fuss.

It’s an old, rarely used, practice that mates would do. The alpha would gently reprimand their mate by letting them feel their teeth, a soft display of their power and dominance. Their mates would usually reply with a nip to their chins if they were in a more playful mood; a simple gesture of trust being shared between the couple.

‘You could hurt me with your teeth but you don’t, thank you.’

You freeze, breath hitching at the feeling of his sharp canines gently pressing themselves on your skin. You feel yourself getting aroused — there’s a reason this display isn’t seen as often anymore and why it was only shared between a mated couple, it was lewd to tease an omega’s neck. Your shoulders droop and you tilt your head the other way, so he lets your neck go and as a silent apology, he flattens his tongue to your skin.

You chew on the insides of your cheek, shivering as he continues to slowly drag his tongue on the column of your neck. Your scent was beginning to burn, the headiness causing Jeong-Hyun to loosen his grip around your waist so you wouldn’t feel his cock beginning to create a noticeable bulge in his pants. You don’t need to press up against it to know how turned-on he already is. You didn’t even care at the moment, all you could feel was how hard you were.

Jeong-Hyun feels you curling over and he quickly wraps both his arms around you, eyes widening in shock as you shiver and shake. You have your hands over your mouth, muffling your pants as a rush of warmth just washes over you.

This cannot be happening, you curse inwardly as you glare at the storeroom’s floor. Out of all days, for your heat to come, it had to be the day you were trying to run away from loan sharks and in the fucking storeroom of an aquatic pet shop. Your stomach twists uncomfortably, feeling too vulnerable, and exhaustion hits you all at once. Jeong-Hyun gently tries to press your back to his chest, worrying over you while the shadows under the door shift and sway.

“Shit, did we lose them?” “Maybe they went further up?

Someone leans on the door harshly and Jeong-Hyun carefully reaches forward to hold the door knob in place, his other hand cupping over your nose and mouth.

“This door is locked,” someone grunted and your heart rate picked up as he tried to jangle the doorknob open. “Are you hiding in there? You cheap slut, you think just because you got a boyfriend that you can disappear? You know how much money your spineless bitch of a father owes us, if you can’t pay it then we’re gonna turn you into —- “

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” an old man yelled out. The door knob stopped moving and the both of you held your breath. “I already called the police! You’re trying to rob me, right!? The police are on their way! You bastards!”

Never in a million years would Jeong-Hyun be relieved that someone had called the police. The loan sharks yell back, trying to intimidate the old man but soon the sound of the old man’s angry yells and thudding quickly drove them out.

“These damn gangsters, always causing me trouble! I’m old already! I should be relaxing by the ocean, keeping my blood pressure down but these sons of bitches want to rob my store —” He kept rambling on and on as he hobbled away.

Jeong-Hyun can finally breathe, turning his attention towards you. He needs to get you somewhere safe as quickly as he can, you’re already too warm for his liking and when he removes his hand from your mouth, his heart clenches at the whine you let out. You’re trembling a bit, panting as you fight through the haze of your heat.

“Jeong-Hyun,” you mumble softly. “Jeong-Hyun…”

“Mm-mm” he has to focus on slipping his phone out, calling a number and quickly hanging up when the first ring went through. You’ll be okay, he wants to tell you as he nosed at the top of your head and held you close.

You lean into him, stretching your neck out to brush your lips against his jaw and Jeong-Hyun’s grip felt bruising even over your clothes. You whine softly, facing him and looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes. You’d always wondered how he’d be during intimate activities — would he be ruthless or would be gentle? Your curiosity is piqued and your self-restraint is beginning to fray.

You press a kiss over his cheek, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck as your chests press together. You could feel his hard-on, his firm body, his tense shoulders — his scent causing your head to spin the closer you get.

Bergamot and leather, a hint of freshness accompanying that intoxicating mix.

You pull his mask down, wanting — no needing to feel his bare skin. He watches you closely, his cheeks dusted with pink as you lean in and press your lips against his. You weren’t usually like this. Your heats were more annoying than they were arousing, even with previous partners. With the uncomfortable aches all over and the fogginess that can take over your brain, it was a complete nuisance. Especially when you couldn’t afford to take a week off of work.

But with Jeong-Hyun, there was this unbearable urge. A raging fire under your skin that only he could satisfy — your omega had been singing praises for him for a month now. His sweet personality, his courting gifts, his gentle touches. Even his violence excited you in a way that frightened you. Jeong-Hyun was a strong, capable, mate and you were tired of denying it.

He’s frozen at the act, eyes widening while you kiss him. The feeling of his exposed teeth didn’t deter you, you simply hummed and brushed your teeth on his lower lip. Jeong-Hyun doesn’t know what to do — he’s never had someone kiss him. He tries to mimic your movements, tilting his head the opposite way and when you moan softly Jeong-Hyun’s head floats away.

He pins you against the wall, covering the back of your head to lessen the impact, and kisses you like he’s been starved for days. He has no real coordination, his teeth are sharp and his actions clumsy, but there’s this hunger simmering within him. His wanton needs to have you as he steals your breath away.

You thread your fingers through his hair, whispering his name as his leg comes to rest between your legs. The brief friction made you groan, pulling away to breathe which Jeong-Hyun decided it’s too much distance — he chases after you and claims your lips once again.

He needed you. Here and now. He needed to claim you, mark you, fuck you. Jeong-Hyun can’t risk anyone else seeing you and taking you away from him. No, they’re not allowed. He’ll rip their fucking throats out if they tried to. You gasp, tasting him on your tongue as he braces his arms next to your head.

His phone buzzes against his thigh. Jeong-Hyun flinches, pulling away to hang up the call, but then he sees that your eyes are dazed; your lips red and bitten, and as you breathe, you take in these stuttering inhales. Your scent was beginning to fill this room and the sounds of the freezer, water filters, and LED lights, rushed to him.

This was far too exposing.

He picks up the call and strokes your neck to soothe you while you reach for the front of his shirt and try to pull him in again.

“We’re right in front of the pet shop, boss. The coast is clear. Should we head in?”

Jeong-Hyun grunts harshly — his way of saying ‘no’ — and then hangs up. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips as he runs his hands down your back, waist, hips, and ass, then finally catches the back of your knees and effortlessly lifts you in his arms.

You said you wanted to see his home, so he’s bringing you home.

The car ride is quiet, Jeong-Hyun had you on his lap, gently rubbing your back as you tried to keep your hands to yourself. His drivers were semi-familiar to you. The man driving usually accompanies the siblings, his signature black sunglasses and slicked-back hair hovering close by. The other one, with his spiked-up hair and a cocky grin, is also a familiar presence. Which should be comforting, but at the moment, it’s extremely awkward considering they were all alphas and you were in the throes of your heat.

Jeong-Hyun pressed kisses to your cheek and temple, brushing your hair away from your face while the A/C was blasting cold air through the backseats. It was helping you cool down, but you wanted nothing more than the comfort of soft bedding and four walls. But thanks to the peaceful albeit awkward car ride, you manage to get your bearings enough.

“You don’t have to take care of me,” Jeong-Hyun’s expression twists indignantly in confusion. He said everything without opening his mouth and you let out a weak chuckle. “I’m just saying.”

Jeong-Hyun moves his head from left to right, his lower lip pushed forward as he peers up at you. You laugh softly, cupping his face and brushing your thumb over his cheek while you press your forehead to his. At times he truly resembled a puppy or a dog who was unaware of their size and strength.

Leaning forward, you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Breathing in his comforting scent, while the car continues its incline to Jeong-Hyun’s home.

Jeong-Hyun thanks his men wordlessly while you lean against him, waving goodbye at them —- they tentatively return it before they drive away. Jeong-Hyun’s house has a huge yard, most likely tended to by a gardener rather than Jeong-Hyun judging by the neatly trimmed flower bushes. His home was tucked up and further away from his neighbours and it doesn’t take long to know why.

The second he opens the door, Hwan is racing and barking excitedly. Behind him was a pack of other dogs in varying sizes. They all had their tails wagging furiously, barking and yipping as they weaved through your legs and sniffed you invasively. Jeong-Hyun chuckles, playfully shoving them away with his hands so you can walk. You count that there were 7 dogs, including Hwan, and coo as they smiled up at you.

“You like dogs, huh?” Jeong-Hyun placed his mask on the shoe cabinet and kicked his shoes off, which distracted the dogs enough that they crowded him instead. Hwan stayed by your side, silently begging for pets as he leaned against your leg.

Jeong-Hyun makes a so-so gesture, grinning lopsidedly. He takes off his gloves, placing them next to his mask. Jeong-Hyun’s hands were scarred, but still intact. You wonder if his entire body was covered in scars, the thought makes you gasp softly.

“Shit, we should check if you’ve got any wounds. Do you have a first aid kit?”

Jeong-Hyun knew his sister had stocked up his home with first-aid kits in every bathroom. He guides you to his bedroom, taking off his jacket and folding it over his arm. Every time he’s shrugged that leather jacket off, his broad shoulders and figure calls for you to appreciate the work he’s put into himself. The black long-sleeved shirt he’s wearing isn’t torn or cut, thankfully, but you’re worried about the darker patches near his shoulder.

His bedroom layout was odd for a modern home. Instead of having the bed be in the centre, it was pushed right into the darkest corner, with his sheets messily strewn across it. The dark wooden floors were covered by rugs on rugs, like a Persian tent. There was a door leading to a walk-in closet which was much more neat and filled compared to his bare bedroom — other than his bed, there was a nightstand with its drawers overloaded with the most random things.

An interesting bedroom for an interesting man you suppose.

Jeong-Hyun tells you to sit on his bed while he walks towards his bathroom. You nearly sink into the mattress and duvet, catching yourself by grabbing the edge of his bed. His bedding was prime nesting material, you wonder if it was his nest. Alphas aren’t known for making nests but it’s not unheard of. His was less constructed but there was an unmistakable wide C-shaped mound of pillows in the corner of the wall and you couldn’t resist it — your instincts were seeking comfort and what better comfort than a nest?

Jeong-Hyun’s heart stutters seeing you laid on your side, bringing his pillows to your face and chest. You weren’t brazenly sat in the centre of his nest, being respectful as you linger on the edges but the look of contentment on your face has him gripping onto his first-aid kit with more force than necessary.

Your shirt was riding up your stomach and he frowns as he takes note of the bruised skin. He sits by your legs, lashes trembling as he reaches for your shirt. He pauses and looks up at you, inhaling sharply when he sees the way you’re looking at him.

Those heavy-lidded eyes, watching him closely as you nuzzle into his pillows. The scent of your heat wasn’t helping him at all, he gulped thickly and you laughed softly, hiding your face while your hand reached down to pull your shirt up.

Jeong-Hyun’s hands are rough. His knuckles and finger pads were calloused and scarred. You can’t imagine how much pain he’d been in and how strong he truly was to withstand everything and still stand fearlessly against people who wanted him dead. Doing everything he could to survive, to make it through the next day. He should be cruel, and to his enemies, you know he is, but he’s so gentle with you. Jeong-Hyun’s glad you have nothing more than bruising and some scrapes, no stitches are required.

The bed creaks under his weight as he hovers above you, nosing the top of your head to coax you to look at him once again.

Take off your shirt.

You nod, sitting up and pulling your top off. He’s attentive as he checks your arms and back. His hands were so big, spread over your back as he makes sure he hadn’t missed a thing and you feel so warm and so fucking horny.

The silence wasn’t helping the tension, so you ask him to take his shirt off too.

“I wanna make sure you’re not hurt.”

Jeong-Hyun’s body was impressive, toned and built for necessity rather than vanity. He had a myriad of scars, ranging from what looked like gunshot wounds to knife slashes. The ones on his arms were brutal — it looked as though someone had pulled his skin off in chunks, with no rhythm or rhyme. Your hands aren’t baby skin soft, he could feel the callouses on them from your arduous labours. You feel the bumps and raised scars on his shoulder and arms, sensing a strange pattern on his upper arm and tracing it for a second.

Dog bites. His arms were covered in dog bites. The torn-off skin and messily stitched wounds, the discoloured reddish patches on him — all dog bites. You can’t hide the shock on your face and Jeong-Hyun just smiles.

Jeong-Hyun cups your face, his grin soft and warm, as he brushes his thumb over your cheek.

I’m fine.

He then turns his back to you and you focus on the scar on his shoulder that had reopened. It was just a surface wound now, but you’re diligent as you clean it.

“This might sting,” you tell him and Jeong-Hyun pretends to flinch in pain which makes you stutter out apologies only to pause when you hear him laugh. The scar across his neck didn’t deter him from making such a sweet sound as his shoulders jerked up and down at your bewildered expression. It was a bit strained but it was Jeong-Hyun — that scratchy baritone that would squeak at some points as he smiled widely at you.

“That’s not funny,” you mutter as you go back to cleaning his shoulder. Trying very hard to ignore how drenched you were. He hums, amused. As if saying ‘yes it was’ in his own way.

You place a square bandaid over his now-cleaned scar and hope it can finally have time to heal before he gets into more trouble. You can tell he’s aware of every touch and caress, his muscles twitching and his ear moving whenever he clenches his jaw. You hook your chin over his shoulder and he turns his head to face you. He had his fingers clenched into fists on his lap as some form of self-restraint. You trace his arms, forcing him to spread his fingers as you press your thumbs soothingly down the crescent shapes on his palms.

He was so hard. The tent in his pants practically begging for you to help. Jeong-Hyun grabs onto your wrist when you reach for his zipper, eyes widening in alarm.

“Am I going too fast?” You whisper, blinking in confusion. Jeong-Hyun looks away, scratching the back of his neck for a moment then tells you;

I’ve never… he pauses as he tries to find the words. I’ve never…

He makes a circle with his thumb and pointer finger, then uses his right hand to shove a digit through it.

“Wait, you’ve never had sex before?” he wonders why that catches you so off-guard.

No. Have you?

“Well, yeah,” you admitted. He frowns though it looks more like a petulant pout than anything. Despite your shock, you can’t deny how excited you were about this fact, which disgusts you for a moment — you felt like those alphas who preached about wanting a ‘pure’ omega as their mate despite not being a virgin themselves. But your omega was practically purring in delight at this newfound information. You’d be his first time and something about that made you childishly giddy and incredibly horny.

Jeong-Hyun feels a bit anxious now. He had an invisible competition with assholes you’d slept with — he could break someone's arm over his knee with no issue but sex wasn’t something he had ever been interested in. His experience was zero and the only reference he had was whenever he caught Minjeon — the guy with the spiky hair and cocky smirk who was in the car earlier — watching porn on his phone in the car.

He knows how it happens but not how to do it. Don’t get him wrong, he wants to do it with you but now he has to make sure he erases every other trace of those lame bitches from you.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

You muse out, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I can teach you.”

Jeong-Hyun is still frowning — pouting — but when you reach for the front of his jeans, he doesn’t grab at you. You gasp softly when you pull his dick out, watching it twitch in the air with pre already beading on his blushing tip. It was thick and heavy, and you blushed furiously as you thought of it going inside of you.

You kiss his jaw, naked chest still pressed to his naked back and he shivers as he feels you slowly trace your lips to his neck just as you stroke his dick. His neck was a part of him he protected fiercely, you still remember how tight his grip on your hand was the first night you met, so you make sure to watch for any signs of discomfort as you kiss it. He pants softly, shivering every time he feels you grip his tip and your sweet kisses — Jeong-Hyun had never felt pleasure like this before and that was evident from how fast his heart was beating.

You trace a vein on his neck with your tongue and it has him gasping. Jeong-Hyun turns his head, nearly knocking his nose to yours and claims your lips. You struggle not to smile as you kiss him, still pumping his dick in your hands until he turns to climb on top of you.

You have him on his back, sitting comfortably on his lap while you grip his jaw. Your eyes are half-open while you watch him furrow his brows, desperate noises escaping him while your tongues tangle together. While he held onto you it was clear who was leading this dance and how willing the other participant was. He can feel how wet you are, the smooth glide of your cunt on his cock was making him drool. You licked it up from his chin, moaning his name softly while your dick bumps into his.

“Mn!” Jeong-Hyun tosses his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he grounds your hips down. You nose at his neck and he only gives a low growl as a response but makes no move to stop you; it fills you with a smugness you didn’t even think you could have. You guide his hands to your ass and groan when he immediately spreads you apart, the tip of his fingers brushing against your slit.

“You can put one finger in, Jeong-Hyun” You perk your ass out, smiling down at him. He licks his lips and does just that, sliding one digit in and instantly his pupil blows out like he’s on some drug. Your slick made the most obscene noises and your insides were warm, and inviting — it was like heaven. Jeong-Hyun surges up onto his elbow whilst he presses into you deeper. You chew on your lip, placing your hands on his shoulder while he mouths at your nipples.

“Ah, ah, easy, not so rough,” You laugh breathlessly as he slows down his curious thrusting. At least he didn’t have long nails, that would’ve been much more painful. “Curl your finger a bit, take it slow, jagiya”

Jeong-Hyun takes your nipple between his teeth and does as he’s told. You shiver in his arms, jaw falling open as he presses onto the spongy spot that sends such pleasant sensations up your spine. God, you were a vision. This raw, vulnerable, side of you. No stage light, makeup, or fancy outfits needed — though he still loved seeing you like that.

An angel just for him. That valley on the mountain. Here it was, on his lap. His paradise.

Just for him. All of you. Just for him.

You murmur to his temple that he could add another finger and he’s reminded of the fact that others had seen this before. It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, but he’s not angry at you — why would he be? You were kind and sweet, stubborn, and fearless. Those others, those sly bitches, didn’t deserve you but went ahead and placed their marks on you either way.

Jeong-Hyun relishes in the noise you make as he pumps into you, leaving open-mouthed kisses on you while he keeps his eyes trained on your face. It didn’t matter how many others had seen you like this, you’re his now. If anyone tried to take you away from him or try to touch him — he’d crush them. He’d kill your past lovers for even mentioning you like this, he wouldn’t feel guilt for it. If they slighted you — if anyone did you wrong he’d rip them apart. Those loan sharks would regret saying those things about you, chasing you down, harassing you and trying to lay their hands on you.

He’ll cut off their hands for you, their tongues. He’d put them in a box and hand it to you to admire.

Jeong-Hyun slips another finger inside and you make a pitched moan, sloping your brows in bliss as you praise him in that sultry whispering tone.

He wanted to make you sing.

The alpha is careful as he pulls out, switching the positions so you’re now on your back and settled in his nest. Right where you belong. Surrounded by plushness and comfort that he can provide for you with that blissed expression. Jeong-Hyun pants, brushing his bangs back while you slither your legs loosely around his hips.

What better thank you than sex?

You weren’t that vain to think you were some sort of expert but you were determined to make his first time good. Great even. You grimace for a moment, curling an arm around your stomach as your body reminds you to pick up the pace. Penetration wasn’t a necessity for omegas in heat but rubbing one out always eased the random aches and cramps. Something about hormones or whatever it is that you can’t be bothered to remember at the moment.

Jeong-Hyun’s hands were much better than what you’d imagined. He thumbs at your hard cocklet, rubbing it as he slid his cock up and down between your legs. He’s so good for you. Patient, pliant, so eager for it.

Your scent sweetens in the air and Jeong-Hyun’s sharp nose catches it instantly. He gives you that look again — those puppy eyes that never fail to make you sway to his whims. But there’s a sharpness to it this time. A raw hunger that glints in his eye like a knife.

You reach between your legs and stroke his cock, never breaking eye contact as you guide his cockhead to your hole. Condoms, a voice whispers urgently in your mind, you can’t risk doing it raw, you need condoms, it says.

If you ended up pregnant, money wouldn’t exactly be an issue. Wouldn’t it? Regardless if you want to abort it or keep it. Jeong-Hyun made enough to cover the costs for both — both? Were you entertaining the idea of getting knocked up with a mobster's baby?

Impatience gnaws at you, so you shake your thoughts free of these concerns. That’d be for future you to worry about.

“Push it in,” you whisper to him and Jeong-Hyun, ever so obedient, does as he’s told.

Taking him in makes your head spin. His girth splits you open with every inch, the pleasurable veins on his dick making you lose your breath as he wraps an arm around your back and just keeps his eyes on you as you arch your back.

“Oh, o-oh fuck, Jeong-Hyun.”

He’s barely halfway in and you’re already clenched up around him like a vice. He hisses, glancing down at where you were connected and he wished he could take a picture of this. Of you taking his dick inside of you. You were opening up to him, squeezing around him like you never wanted to let him go. His omega, his mate, his and only his.

An itch settles into his gums, Not for violence this time, but instead, for you. It scares him — he doesn’t want to hurt you. But this was different, he didn’t just want, he found himself needing.

That misshapen blob he calls his hopes and dreams now had a shape and it was you.

You belatedly kissed him back as he carefully pushed more of himself inside, swallowing every gasp and moan as he pushed and pushed and pushed — the pressure makes your toes curl. You grasp onto his back, being mindful of his wounds but Jeong-Hyun bucks his hips and you mewl when you dig your nails into his back. Scar tissue is always more sensitive but Jeong-Hyun finds that pain turning him on more than it hurts because you could never hurt him, not in any way he’d dislike. He groans deeply as he finally sheathes himself fully.

Holy fuck.

Jeong-Hyun had never felt something as good as this before. No drug can compare to the feeling of your boypussy wrapped around him, clenching and unclenching as you desperately try to catch your breath. He brushes your bangs back, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he waits for you to tell him to fuck you. He could just do it himself, his instincts were screaming at him to do just that but he’d rather hear you tell him to do it.

Jeong-Hyun wanted to hear your voice again. To show you how happy he is you trusted him to do this for you. You whimper, fluttering your eyes open to see Jeong-Hyun looking down at you with nothing but pure adoration.

“Please,” he feels you dig your nails in again.

“Please, fuck me, Jeong-Hyun.”

The alpha — your alpha — complies. He braces himself on his hands and moves his hips. The first thrust has you locking your ankles behind him and he grins loosely at your wanton noises. Every movement he makes is purely for your pleasure. Jeong-Hyun’s cock speared inside of you again and again with quick and deep thrusts at first — as if he was reluctant about pulling out completely.

But once he got the hang of it, he was merciless. You knew he was strong, you’d seen him slaughter men like they were nothing more than insects, but you still screamed for him as if you were surprised.

He snapped his hips up into you, moaning and groaning as he paused to grind in. The fullness and friction made you squirm, hands dropping onto the bed to cover your mouth.

He shakes his head, pausing just so he can tenderly pin your hands next to your head. He threads his fingers through yours and you feel yourself blushing at the gesture.

“O-okay, okay,” you chuckle out. “M’sorry, you’re just — you’re in so fuckin’ deep, Jeong-Hyun, it feels so good.”

He tosses his head to the side, raising his brows in an ‘oh yeah?’ movement that makes you laugh a little.

“You’re so big, jagiya. Fuck, you’re making me feel every inch, huh?”

Jeong-Hyun doesn’t refute this statement but he takes the praise in stride. He resumes his movements, his back stinging lightly from your marks and with how you’re gripped onto his hand his hips stutter at the thought of you leaving your nail marks there too.

Mark him, claw at him, bite him — do anything you wanted as long as it left a mark on him, that was all Jeong-Hyun wanted. To be covered in you, by you, in any way he could think.

You turn your head, biting down on the pillows beneath you, and Jeong-Hyun zeroes in on your neck. Your scent is strong there and he finally pinpoints why his gums were itching for you — he needed to mark you. Here and now. To claim you as his, to keep scarring your scent gland over and over every time it healed so people would know you were his.

Ah, he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t take advantage of you while you were in heat, right?

You’d get mad at him, maybe?

Or would you be happy?

It wouldn’t matter much in the end, right? You belonged to him now and forever.

Jeong-Hyun drops onto his elbows, feeling a tightness in his stomach as he struggles to compose himself. He breathes over your neck, brushing his teeth over your pulse which makes you turn to face him, smoothly hiding your neck from view as you whine.

“Jeong-Hyun, I’m guh-gonna’ — I’m cummin’, shit, I’m cumming”

Another time then. He nods, kissing you once more as he feels his orgasm drawing near. Every thrust is knocking out those whorish noises from you and Jeong-Hyun can’t, won’t, cum if you don’t. He reaches down to rub at your dick and your entire body tenses up, your jaw opening in a silent scream as you clamp down on him like a vice. He growls, feeling your walls spasming around him and shortly after he cums inside of you.

The warmth that flooded you made your eyes roll back, groaning out his name as you felt him fill you up. Jeong-Hyun has his forehead pressed onto yours, eyes closed as he grunts and bucks his hips.

“Fuh — fuck…fuck” you whisper. Jeong-Hyun catches his bearings but doesn’t pull out. He can’t wait to fuck you when his rut comes, to knot you so his cum wouldn’t leak out of you. You’re limp in his arms when he lifts you to lay on your side, chuckling when you simply curl close to his chest.

He tucks your head under his chin, rubbing the back of your thighs and ass as you ease back down from that high. You flutter your eyes close, melting under his touch as the raging fire under your skin is temporarily quelled by Jeong-Hyun.

His arms, his hold really, felt like a protective shield. Nothing could hurt you in this moment, absolutely nothing. If they tried, Jeong-Hyun would deal with them easily enough and that thought no longer scares you. Jeong-Hyun had told you that he’d keep you safe and he’d kept true to his promise.

You peek your eyes open, staring at the scar on his chest and tracing over it gingerly.

“I think I love you.”

Jeong-Hyun freezes, his eyes widening before his chest begins to rumble in a soothing purr. You giggle, hiding your face further into his neck but his purrs simply get louder. His reply was clear.

I love you too.

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casablancarossa · 1 year ago

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Please Amore.

<< a taemin x reader story>>

asdfghjkl; I'm fine seriously. Totally have recovered(?) No I have not been sitting on this fic for a while.

Pairings : Taemin x female!reader Genre: Smut. Content Warning : 18+, Minors DNI, Yeah it is smut okay?! Synopsis: You missed a side of Taemin. The non-gentle side of Taemin. And you are hellbent in seeing it. Authors Note: Seem I am incapable of writing anything short? So here ya go darlings. Another long read of Taemin torturing us.

You relaxed back into your seat of the green room, watching through the monitor of Taemin's performance. He was breathless, sweating and positively oozing with 'fuck me' energy. Something about him performing Strings really stirred something in you where you couldn't control yourself around him. It was like a little drug in your system that craved being held by him, being right under him. A lump in your throat caused you to cough violently which caused the stylists and other stage staff to giggle at you a bit.

It was not a secret, at least to anyone in the industry that Taemin had been seeing someone since before enlisting in the army. Even eagle-eyed fans knew that the very song he was singing was on ode to someone he was seeing. If anything, Taemin was no stranger to releasing music that felt sinful but with such an angelic voice, it offered that duality that piqued the interest of fans.

Such a daring mixture to play Strings after Heaven too. It made you laugh how bold Taemin has been and it's something you needed him to let loose out on you. You wandered out of the green room so you could wander towards the side of the stage, wondering if you can take a peek through the equipment. Staff were running back and forth, making sure the the lighting underneath the tilted stage were still responding when the lights needed to be changed,

Taemin was not even halfway through his set list and he was already annoying you and you had to sit there and witness this man, not only ruin your life but as well as thousands of Shawols' lives too, purely by existing. You try not to even think about the stunt he pulled with Criminal. So early onto the concert too. That's right honey, destroy all our fucking underwear why don't you. Groaning, you ask the stage manager if you could borrow some items that could make you pass as stage staff so you could walk around top up Taemin's water bottle collection.

You were surprised when a stylist noona commented that you could probably fit into Taemin's regular clothes and go out unnoticed if you layer and pad yourself out. While jamming to Taemin singing his pretty little heart out, you rush back to the green room and throwing Taemin's clothes on and layering a thick hoodie on top of it all. His favourite cap laid on the makeup table. If I wear this, would he recognize it's me? You quickly grab the hat and tuck your hair in before the same stylist walked in with a black mask and glasses.

She comments how it might help and shield your face a bit more, understanding how fans might not take a random female stage staff too lightly, but also just in case you might get recognized in the future.

As you walk back to the side stage an ahjussi has prepared a staff lanyard for you and headphones. With this, you truly looked like you have been working as a stage staff the whole time. Euisoo saunters towards you, giving you water bottles to carry outside, commenting to keep your head down and try not to distract Taemin. He warned you knowing fully well, that while you may have no intention or plans or even attempts to distract him, he knows Taemin well enough that the mere sight of you, or your presence amongst the crowd sends the boy on frenzy and ends up distracting himself.

Taemin would finally have a chance to settle, get some water, not wanting to pull away from his adoring fans. He was so grateful for them and you admired how humble he was under the care, love and support Shawols have given him. You make your way out the hidden staff door under the stage so you could hug the walls of the platform, walking to the nearest water station and placing the bottles Euisoo had given to you.

The cold arena felt suddenly warm as Taemin walks towards where you were picking up a water bottle, crouching down. He surely couldn't have noticed you already did he? With your head down, you stand back, stepping beside one of the ground staff who were talking to Taemin through his earpiece. Idle babble of lighting, warning about various pyro and confetti explosions and adjusting sounds were going on. A supposed 15 minute conversation happened in less than a minute in your head, surprised by how efficient Taemin was communicating with the team while his mic was still on, giving hand signals for simple yes and no questions. All the while, he was staring you down every now and then while he conversed with the fans.

Of course he noticed you. He could pick you out from a line-up, while horribly wasted and half blind. Taemin also knew what you were like, how this side of him performing drove you insane. He was so happy to leave you accustomed to his chaotic childlike, puppy behaviour at home, that when he switches during performances or in bed, it felt like a bus had crashed into you from how sudden and unexpected it is.

You did only have yourself to blame, afterall you were the one with the pitiful request to let Taemin spare you from his sinful advances on a very regular and almost too frequent basis. As much as you adored the side of Taemin that you see in stage, with you, it felt like he had set the dial was at 100. Taemin was rough for sure, his dominant streak was what got you hooked and dear gods he was good at it too.

How on one occasion during his trip back home from the military, for a family dinner, Taemin had used the small kitchen to his advantage, brushing his hips against yours with a slight buck, whenever he needed something from the cupboard in front of you. How during a photo-op encouraged by his mom, caused him to delicately trail his fingers up and down your spine, which he knew sent you dizzy and breathless. Yes that is what Taemin loved to do to you, to tease you in public. While he may have enough self composure to not go wild, you however could not and by the wee hours of the night, you are begging, pleading and if it was in an empty house, probably screaming Taemin's praises.

But after one too many arguments, accusing Taemin that he only wanted you for your body, the quality of sex didn't necessarily die down, but the significant decrease meant that Taemin was more susceptible to being more casual, more tender and loving. It's no surprise to anyone, but Taemin was a cheesy romantic. He was the type to scatter rose petals in the bath tub when you had a long day. He was the type to quietly harass Kai, Jimin and Ravi to go to a spontaneous location he had picked mere minutes ago so he could take you there and by the time you two have arrived, Taemin's friends would be panting, breathless after quickly decorating a very elaborate and stocked picnic set-up.

At it's very core, it was all romantic and yes Taemin had no qualms in ravaging you in public, but nowadays it felt like Taemin no longer fucking you but made love to you instead, which was completely two separate things for you. You loved getting fucked by your boyfriend but you treasured being made love to even more.. It was heated and passionate without the frills and it was just the two of you with Taemin coveting your body like the goddess he deemed you to be. But you weren't an idiot or insensitive either, deep down more than ever you knew, Taemin craved that extra form of control, to have you be a broken mess under him, to have you be at every beck and call to his commands, not because you were scared but because you did enjoy it as much as he did.

Gods, how long have you been staring at him from the bottom of the stage? You were so lost in your thoughts that you had been functioning on auto-pilot for the last few minutes and if it weren't for the explosion during Danger, nothing would have snapped you out of it. From the corners of your eyes. you saw Euisoo gesture for you to rush towards him to the staff door. The manager, mentions something about outfit change and having Taemin upside down again and how your boyfriend might appreciate a comforting face for support.

"Wah, Lee Taemin, you were so cool out the there!", you exclaimed as you walk back into the green room.

There he was, your own personal Adonis, shirtless once more, holding his next outfit in his hands. Shocked that he wasn't dreaming that you were indeed wearing his clothes as you plop his hoodie on a sofa. "Were?" he cocked his brow at your statement.

"Are. Still are" you corrected yourself at his behest, stepping towards him as the stylists carefully take the mic pack away from his trousers, setting it aside. While yes it is their job to get the idol all dressed up and ready, you really did not need to see them get handsy on your man, despite them having literally the most purest of intentions. "Don't worry eonnies, I can dress him from here", you stated out loud, casting your eyes at the women as they remained while Taemin walked towards the changing screen to change in private, had they stayed in the room.

At your words, Taemin cracked a grin, looking back behind him. Is his girlfriend having a stand-off with his stylist noonas? The air was thick with tension and you couldn't have been anymore obvious that you wanted them out of the room. He offers a nod to one of the older stylists that it was okay. It wasn't your first rodeo in getting him ready. For the better part of 'Hard' promotions, Taemin had you chasing after him because he refuses to get his hair and makeup done properly after eating and mainly because he got distracted annoying Key about their 'couple bags'.

As soon as the doors closed and that you two were finally alone, Taemin, resumed getting undressed, hastily putting on the red outfit left behind consisting of some baggy pants and a very convoluted styled sweatshirt with dangling pieces of fabric and an overskirt to wear over his pants. Meanwhile, you had approached him with a puff sponge in one hand, already coated in product as you dab at his face gently, working the product in and trying to apply it evenly, lifting his chin so you could even out his jawline. Your fingers playful trickle down the side of his neck before wrapping them around the base, looking up at him with desires that could burn this room right now.

Taemin quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling them away from his neck, still holding on with a firm grip, his head lowered, just so his lips were mere millimetres away from each other. Before he could lean in to kiss you, your head darted back, avoiding his advances. You stumble backwards to walk towards the vanity. With a slight bend of your back and over the table, you dropped the sponge and picked up a lip tint this time, carefully applying it to yourself with your fingers without contaminating the applicator.

You watched through the mirror as your partner's eyes had darkened, watching you bent over any surface, watching your finger carefully swipe against your plush bottom lip before biting them, as your siren eyes lure him even so slightly. You played coy as you rested both of your hands on the desk to keep yourself up while jutting out your backside for Taemin's viewing pleasure. Your hands carelessly tousled through your hair before hiding a devilish grin behind them as they cascade to frame your face.

How is it, not a word has been uttered between the two of you and yet so much was said. You were trying to play with fire and Taemin was not pleased by your actions. He lets out a little cough to break the silence, making his way towards you. One hand grip at the backrest of a chair that was standing beside you, he carefully lifts to tilt it forward an inch before slamming the back legs down to catch your attention, almost making your jump in your spot.

Your body effortlessly sway and sit down on the seat Taemin had moved, your eyes were more alert, constantly staring at the dark haired boy through the mirror. His tongue clicks, before standing right behind you, his eye were barely peeking through his fringes. You didn't like it when you couldn't see his eyes. Usually they were the first giveaway of what emotions he was feeling at a given moment. "Hands clasped behind the chair", he orders.

You struggle at his words, they sounded a bit darker and lustful. "We don't have much time, amore",

With a nod, your hands finds themselves clasped together, your eyes never leaving the sight of him. You wanted to take it all in, you wanted to see the switch, the dial up past 100. Taemin's hands rest on your shoulders, lightly massaging them as they make they way towards the nape of you neck. Taemin quickly rustled through his pockets taking out a lengthy red fabric, arranging it accordingly before wrapping it around your eyes, doing a loose knot behind your head.

It wasn't long before his fingers thread through your hair, clasping a fistful and pulling your head back. You normally would have let out a pained mewled but Taemin didn't give you a chance as his lips crashed down onto yours, feverishly kissing you while his spare hand roams your chest, carelessly grabbing at your breast, trying to push his digits past the bounds of your bra so he could pinch your nipple through your shirt.

His touch almost scalds you as quivers and squirm in his hands. God you craved his touch so much, you desperately sought out for his fiery skin against yours. You can already imagine how it would feel so nice to feel how soft his skin is, how it is hot to touch, how it smoothly glides against your own, every cell and fibre getting electrocuted at the intensity of it all. Damn clothes. Damn fucking clothes. You mewled more desperately into his kiss, silently pleading more.

As much as Taemin wanted to tease you, he couldn't resist. You could feel the back of your head hit what you assumed is his abdomen. His fistful grip never left your head, occasionally tugging at it, but not his other hand found your knee and with a swipe up towards your heated core, your legs had unconsciously spread open for him, his fingers trailing circles around your thighs. You found it hard to keep the grip on your own hand as you desperately wanted to touch him as well, to guide his hands where it mattered, but if you disobeyed him, he might not even touch you tonight.

The man's hands fumbled against his jeans which you were wearing and until there was enough give, he snaked his hand through the crotch area and began teasing your heated mound through the fabric of your underwear, eliciting a very audible gasp out of you. His lips were suddenly close to your ear, with heavy breathing. "Don't make a sound mi amore, they will hear how slutty you get", he teased.

You bit your lips trying to contain your voice, but it didn't help that Taemin was talented in finding your bundle of nerves, his finger pressing on it rhythmically and circling it around that cased your body to lean forward in pain. Taemin continued his pace before a teasing finger had pressed your underwear a little bit into you.

The sudden intrusion had cause your legs to almost snap shut, trapping Taemin's hands in between your thighs and it weren't for his growl, you would have followed through, but you focused so hard in keeping your legs spread, your thighs slightly convulsing after straining to stay open. Taemin rewarded your efforts by delicately manoeuvring his fingers to set aside your underwear and bury two fingers immediately into you, causing your body to lean forward even more, your lips spread almost silently screaming.

Taemin watched through the mirror as your body jolts here and there as his fingers relentlessly pumps into you, groaning at how your walls clenched around his digits, the only noise filling the room were subdued panting and squelching noises. "Don't you look pretty like this, mi amore", he asks pulling your head up by your hair.

What a stupid question. You were blindfolded, but you knew what he meant. He loved how easy it was for you to fantasize about what was happening to your whenever you were blindfold. As if you seeing yourself come undone by Taemin, helpless and needy, made you so much more wetter. "Amore..", you whimpered. "Please..."

Taemin let's out a sinister chuckle before whispering, "No". With his words, he pulled his fingers out quickly out of you and quickly grabbed the blindfold off you before rushing towards the door. You were so lost in the moment, you had not even realized there had been knocking voices for Taemin to get on the stage to get strapped in for the rotating platform.

Your look at yourself through the mirror wondering how the ever loving fuck did you look so dishevelled. A few baby coughs left your chest as you recollect yourself before standing up, finding it hard as a noticeable pressure has built up between your legs. Fucking Taemin, you are a dick, you thought to yourself before standing up to walk out of the room to see Taemin, already harnessed on and about to flipped for his entrance to 'Door'

As the concert continued, you stayed in the side-lines and watched Taemin perform, cheering quietly from where you were as to not disturb the staff who you already have probably annoyed tonight.

When it was time for another outfit change, Taemin hurried towards the sides, calling your name out repeatedly. The man stated out loud that you would be helping him get dressed again which caused the stylists to back down and giggle as his words caused an annoyed scowl plastered all over your face. His hands have a death grip around your wrists once more, rushing towards the room and giving the door a little slam. "Tae, you need to chill, people will definitely think we are about to fuck", you sighed as you stumble into the dimmed room.

"Fuck them" Taemin lets out a growl, a growl you know to well as his 'I'm horny and I'm angry growl'.

Before you could utter another word, Taemin grabs you by the shoulders, pushing you towards the makeup table, his hand roaming your sides and back as he plants a doozy of a kiss, forcing your lips apart with his tongue. It was like a familiar dance that you have found yourself in. He pushes you onto any surface and your automatic instinct is to sit on it, parting your legs to give room for Taemin to between them, while your arms are hooked on his shoulder, pulling him more into the kiss.

"Mmf--What. Am. I. Going. To. Do. With. You" Taemin groans, enunciating every word with a kiss, starting from your lips that trailed to your jaws then neck.

"Anything please. Everything." the words fell like a lump of nonsense and mumbles, but you were too focused on the fact that Taemin had nipped slightly on your neck.

Your pleading voice arouses him further, his hand snake up your body, tugging harshly onto the shirt you were wearing before lifting them up. You could see his eyes were filled with hunger seeing your breasts practically pooling out of your bra.

His lips began to pepper kisses along your chest before latching onto one of the mounds, sucking and biting on it, while his hands playfully massage them, flicking and pinching your nipples occasionally. "Tae wait.. if you keep doing that.. I can't help being loud" you gasped.

"Well then amore, hopefully you can control yourself" he winks up at you before sliding downwards kissing your stomach and placing tepid kisses on your hips.

His trip back up to kiss your lips was nothing short of sweet as he find the familiarity of stripping his jeans off you, picking up your hips so he could also include your underwear in the mix. The moment he heard the thud of the clothing hit the floor, Taemin spreads your legs once more and knelt in front of you with that darn devilish grin of his.

He makes the gesture of shh, placing a finger on his lips before using the same finger and slowly enter your core, causing you to whimper. Taemin chuckles to himself, knowing fully well that you were too bothered and sensitive to have the capacity of being silent. He pumps the lone finger, his head tilting from side to side so he could observe your face and body.

Your hips were bucking like you needed more, a small movement but it encouraged Taemin to add a second finger in, fully in motion of thrusting inside of you, twisting and spreading you to the best of his abilities. Once his fingers hook at a certain spot, he watches your head throw itself back, letting out a loud cough to cover your whimper.

You were seeing stars and your breathing had become so audible, you were convinced floor staff had heard you. You try to look down at your boyfriend pump his fingers into you unforgivingly but seeing the sight of him part his lips and envelop your clit was a sight to behold indeed.

Such sheepish licks, caused a shockwave through your body and all you could think of was trapping Taemin's head in your thighs as you grab his hair, trying to keep him down there until he finished you off.

You could feel the peak approaching as Taemin made good work of his mouth and fingers, making sure he savoured the taste of you while he was down there. But truly nothing could prepare you for Taemin immediately pulling away when you stated how close you were to bliss. Your body barely knew how to react as you let out a little cry, the sudden missing feeling of Taemin on you, made you tremble.

"Please Amore... that was mean.. " you panted, your vision settling to see he was in the midst of changing into the final lilac suit.

"Mean? What's mean is you not using your pretty little mouth"

You look up to see that Taemin had left the blazer and trousers unbuttoned and through his black boxers, perfectly outlined his erection. His body slumped back onto the sofa in the room, beckoning you to move towards him. He chuckles darkly as he watches you naked from the waist down and your shirt rolled upwards, resting on the slope of your breasts. "Here, just in case", he laughs once more, chucking a blanket scarf your direction.

You catch the item, roughly wrapping it around your waist , enough to cover your privates but thin enough to know you were bare under it. In a fluid motion, you crouch down to crawl towards Taemin, settling yourself between his legs. Your hands roam his thighs before meeting at the band of his boxers, sheepishly tugging it down until his dick had popped out, surprising you. "May I taste it... Sir?" your eyes lift ever so slightly.

As if it wasn't obvious from Taemin's hitched breath and the way his cock twitched, hearing you mewl your last word sent chills through his body. The last time you had called him that was the last time he acted as a dominant and where you finally argued with him about feeling like a sex toy rather than his girlfriend in bed. He doesn't recall being disrespectful but is fully aware that he gets in the zone too hard and would punish you equally as his previous bratty submissive partners.

Taemin carefully reaches forward, brushing your hair and holding it to a ponytail with a firm grip. His other hand cups your cheeks, his thumb tenderly brushes against your lips before using his hold on your hair to guide you closer to his aching member.

Without wasting time, your tongue darts out to lick from base to tip before opening your mouth to take him in. "F..fuck y/n"

You giggle despite having your mouth filled as you proceed to bob your head up and down, twirling your tongue and moaning. The vibrations and sensations overwhelm Taemin as his hips jerk upwards, causing your to gag a little. While it didn't deter you from continuing on, it was enough of a sign for him to use your mouth as he pleases.

Taemin roughens his grip on your hair, pushing you down as his hips thrust up. God he missed this. He missed fucking your face, hearing your stubborn coughs as you allow him to abuse your throat like this. He couldn't help notice how gorgeous you were like this. His obedient girl. Something primal triggered within him as he watches you remain strong willed to not pull away, noticing how strings of saliva had began dripping from the corners off your mouth. How he was fucking your mouth had become so messy with slight tears smudging your own makeup and how the slightest hint of your lipstick has tinted the base of his cock. Taemin lets out as hiss as you fully take him in with a pause letting the tip of his member rest at the back of your mouth.

Just because he denied you your orgasm, doesn't mean he doesn't get to finish. He internally swears he will make it worth it. He tries to shift in his seat, so he could lean forward to give a gratuitous slap on your ass as he keeps your head down on him. "Drink me up Amore.. " he grunts every word with a thrust, picking up the pace.

It didn't take long before he mewls your name, coughing and using whatever articles of clothing to dampen the sound escaping his lips. You could feel string after string as Taemin fills up your mouth with his cum. You lap it all up, making sure not one drop is wasted as you lean back to an upright position sitting on your knees.

Taemin lets out a few more coughs, trying to collect himself, panting heavily as he smirks at you. You daintily wipe the corners of your mouth with your finger and offer him a little smile. "I think the fans have finished singing" you note.

Right on queue, the knock finally at the door came, asking Taemin to come out quickly. "I promise to make it up to you Amore" he whispers, his hands cupping your face to place a kiss on your forehead before standing up to finish getting dressed and heading out.

You sat alone in that room, thinking to yourself how you couldn't wait for him to fulfil his promise. You desperately craved his primal side now.

As if the stylists knew something funky went on in the room, they knock, just to make sure, that you were okay for them to come in to tidy up. You cough and hurriedly scoot to where Taemin had stripped you, grabbing your underwear and rushing towards the changing screen, calling them in.

As soon as you finally had calmed down and made yourself modest, you rushed out back to the side stage, making sure you were there for Taemin as he wraps up his final set. You were in such awe and couldn't wait to drown him in affection and congratulatory praises, but your cheeks were downright flushed thinking about the prospects of what happens next.

You were too lost in your own dirty fantasies that you had not noticed Key and Minho standing in front of you, waving and trying to pull you out of your daydreams. "Yah, Lee Taemin, I think y/n is no longer with us" Key calls out to your boyfriend who had just exited the main stage and rushing to hug Minho and Key.

"H-huh?" you mumbled, finally snapping out of your thoughts to see the three Shinee members standing in front of you, smiling however Taemin's was coated with wickedness.

"Wow. You really love him so much that you are in awe huh" Key jokingly scoffs at your direction.

"I couldn't be more proud of him" you giggled, stepping forward to embrace Taemin and peck his lips. "By the way, I didn't put my underwear back on, but the eonnies left you a spare change of clothes" you whispered into his ear.

Taemin chuckles as he pulls away, pardoning himself so he could get changed. Conversations happened here and there and instead of celebrating immediately with drinks and food close by, Taemin had suggested that he wanted to go home first to let his mom know that he was planning on drinking and might be home late and need her to take care of the cats.

This was obviously a lie, kind of. His mom would need to take care of the cats however, due to Taemin's busy schedule, the cats were at her place instead for the weekend.

As the pair of you began to part ways from everyone after an agonizingly painful debate on where to eat, and one heated argument with Euisoo later, Taemin managed to convince his manager that he would like the chance to be able to drive his his girlfriend to the next location and be able to bond with here in peace.

What a fool they were for thinking how cute that sounded because as far as you were concerned, you and Taemin never really made it further out of the carpark.

After waving everyone off, Taemin had hurriedly thrown you into the backseat of his car, jumping in with you with a hungry kiss. "Mmmf, Taemin.. you sure?? Here?" you gasped in between his barrage of kisses.

"Taemin? What happened to Sir" his tone had shifted once more. "Beside I thought you might appreciate the intimacy of a tight enclosed space. Now what was that again about not having your underwear on"

You giggled as you lean against the passenger door, raising your hips so you could pull out said article of clothing from the back pocket.

"How dirty of you Amore, soiling my clothes like this" Taemin whispers, his hands falling familiar to unbuttoning the jeans once more and tugging at them so they just gathered around your knees.

Taemin pulls you off your position and despite the tight area, he manoeuvred you with ease, placing you in front of him bent over, with your hands in the footwell to keep yourself up and your ass in perfect view from his face.

He daringly bites the plump flesh of your cheeks causing you to wince, with his hands once more, teasing your core. Flick. "Amore, listen to me well.." Flick. "Sir desperately wants to fuck you senseless" Flick. "I want this car to shake and be filled with your screams. Okay?" his words were concise but struggled here and there.

He gave a good smack on your ass once more, enough that it stung but that was a sign to get it moving. He had quickly discarded his trousers and boxers, lost in the void of the front seats. Your body shuffled once more to allow yourself and Taemin to be in position where you could sit on his lap, there was not much headroom, but you found yourself leaning back into him, back flushed against his chest

You spat on your hand enough that when you reach down to hold Taemin's member, it was enough lubrication the guide the tip at your entrance, hesitating for a bit.

Taemin however could not wait as he thrusts up, intruding and spreading your open earning a pleased groan out of you. Finally all the tension in your body caved into the pleasure of having Taemin's cock in you. You absorbed every movement as he makes the best effort of plunging in and out of you in a steady rhythm making your bounce on his lap. "Nngh.. sir.. please" you whimpered.

"Please what?"

"More please.."

Taemin secured his arms around your torso, and slightly sinking into the seat so he had the positional advantage to drive himself up in you in a rapid pace. Your grip shifted to hold onto the backrest of the front seats almost holding yourself in place because if Taemin thrusted any harder and you would be either through the roof of the car or half of your body would be over the centre console.

It didn't matter that you were uncomfortable as the euphoric feeling zaps every nerve in your system, overwhelmed by how rough and aggressive Taemin was getting with his pounding. Delicate fingers sneak under your shirt and what could only be described as the man handling of your breasts.

Taemin's name would be the only word left in your brain as he softly whispers sweet nothings into your ear. His hot breath felt like fire against your skin and hearing his shaky breaths and how he moans your name, it sent you wild. "y/n.. y/n.. y/n.. god you. drive. me. insane" he punctuates his words with long and deep thrusts.

Those thrusts came with a price as it it had tickled just the right spots in you evoking a squeal and your walls clenching down on him. You couldn't tell if it was dark out or had your eyes been squeezed shut and you were beginning to see stars. "Taemin .. I mean.. sir.. please fill me up" you moaned, turning your head to look back at him.

He chuckles, pushing your ass up and off it, giving it a quick slap and kiss. "Turn around, I want to look into your eyes as I flood you y/n".

Obedient as you were, it took a few attempts to get to a comfortable position in the back seat as you straddled Taemin, drinking up the sight of how sweaty he had gotten, how his eyes were half lidded shut, equally lost in his arousal. Unconsciously, you began to grind on his shaft, teasing the both of you as his tip poked at your entrance every now and then.

The hot air surrounded the two of you as streams of panting came from both of you. For a small moment, you manage to catch Taemin's eye, filled love and desire. He offers you a soft smile, hand placed on your cheeks. Without breaking eye contact, his spare hand reaches down so he could align himself so in your next grind, he would finally fill you up again, letting out a shudder. Your walls were gripping around him tight and he knew fully well, you two wouldn't last at this rate.

Taemin leans forward to nibble at your collarbone, slapping your ass once more to get you moving as you now bounce up and down, feeling more intense by the minute. He would make you lose your mind even further as me meets your bounce with the thrust, essentially slamming his self into you. His name fell from your lips like a trance, singing his praises and how you craved him.

Your body could barely hold itself together as your body collapses backwards ignoring the fact that your balance was supported by the front two seats, your shoulder resting on either side. Taemin watch your body arches, eyes ogling as your breasts flail with every buck of his hips. His hands get to work. One hand reaches up at your neck, wrapping his fingers around them and applying pressure while the other hand palms at your lower abdomen, sinking lower until his thumb could reach to stimulate your clit once more.

Taemin was more that happy to comply that he would make it up to you. You were a mewling and moaning mess under his control and he could see that you were on the brink of probably causing a scene as your volume was probably leaking out of the car. "Amore.. wait... wait..", you could barely speak out as a scream teared through your throat as you finally reach your release.

Your whole body contorts and honestly, you would have screamed bloody murder if it weren't for the fact Taemin's hands was on your throat and essentially holding you down. Seeing the sight before him unravel, it didn't take long for Taemin to follow suit, releasing his own into you.

There was moment of silence before you felt Taemin's arms snake around you, pulling you back to him. "I think... we should bail on dinner" he breaths out against your skin making you mewl.

"Amore.. we can't keep disappearing on group dinners"

"Fine... but when we get home we need to discuss some safe words before I break you"

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