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babbymochiiii · 8 months ago

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🔞MINE: JOHNNY SUH

synopsis: 'you're mine, even if i'm not supposed to make you mine'; where you and your bodyguard have a heated argument while you're at the club with your friends. warnings: afab reader, bodyguard!johnny, "business relationship", reader is a public figure of some sorts, pwp, johnny being a meany, fingering/oral (f), p in v, hair pulling, cumming inside, nipple play, breast play, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms for reader, name calling (brat), sweet names for her (baby, angel), etc. author's note: @jsuh for the gif! @rookthornesartistry for the divider! this fic has come to life bc of a daydream i had due to me reading a bodygaurdxclient story 😖 and let's just say it's lowkey self indulgent just cause of the fact that it was a daydream *sweats* it was hot...so i had to share with yall. also, i'm still working on the lee line fic as we speak just the production of it is rlly slow for me at the point cause i'm hitting a big bump in the road for it. so please hang tight! word count: 4.6k

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"Hey babes, just want to let you know that your bodyguard is staring mad hard over here." Your friend yelled over the booming music the club was playing as the two of you stood at the bar.

Looking over your shoulder— just as she said— you can find your bodyguard with his bulging arms crossed over his chest as he sulks in the corner he is in while sending you a hard look from across the club.

You rolled your eyes at him, before turning around at your friend as you waved a hand between the two of you, dismissing the topic of him entirely. "Forget about him. He's just mad I ended up doing what I wanted without listening to his security measures." You said to her as you rolled your eyes again.

Your friend gave you an unnerving look before turning her expression back to her drink. "You know—" She stops herself quickly as she felt her face heat up at the words. "—it looks like he wants to eat you alive." She said as she took a quick swing of her fruity drink.

You arched an eyebrow at her words before a laugh leaves your lips. Causing her face and the tips of her ears to turn red in embarrassment.

"Are you serious?" You asked her as you chuckled at the silly accusation she made.

"I mean, his eyes won't leave you no matter what. And on top of it he looked like he wanted to kill the guy that tried to buy you a drink earlier." She said as she played with the rim of her glass.

You felt your heart thump harder in your chest at her words. But they were just that. Words. Nothing that she says can be true about your bodyguard. Johnny Suh. The bodyguard that was assigned to you due to your agency fussing over your safety because of some unknown person creating threats towards you.

From the moment you first met, you have been awe struck at his appearance. The way he towered over you, the expressionless look on his face as he looked down at you, the way the black compressed shirt he wore hugged his fit figure, the black jeans he wore how they hugged his large thighs during your first meeting had you clenching your thighs together tightly as you felt yourself become attracted to him.

No matter how much you tried to drown yourself in some company, or your own, he was always on your mind. Everything about him and the things you wanted to do with him. But you knew there was a border you couldn't cross with him. That was the rule...but who cared about the rules, right? They were meant to be broken.

Thump, thump, thump.

Your heart couldn't stop the heavy beating in your chest at the thought of him. You realized you haven't answered your friend and sought out your response as quickly as you could. "There's nothing there, for any of us." You tried not to sound as breathless as you feel as you responded to her. "Besides, it can be the number of fruity cocktails you've been having since we got to the club." You remarked with a smirk.

"Hey!" She laughed as she gave you a playful shove. "They are good as hell, okay." She said as she downed the rest of her drink in one go. "Anyways, let's go dance!" She giggled as she took hold of your hand and dragged you to the middle of the dance floor.

Deciding to go with the flow for the night, you followed your friend's lead and started to dance with her. As the two of you danced, having a good time and just laughing at one another over a silly dance move, a sultry song came on.

You and your friend danced close to one another as you both felt the beat of the music course through your body, completely taking control over the two of you.

Suddenly, you felt someone come up from behind you and wrap their arm around your waist and bringing you closer to them. The person tried to make you grind against them, but you weren't having it.

You turned around and pushed at the man's chest. He held onto your waist tightly, refusing to release you from his hold.

"Let me go fucker!" You yelled as you continued to push at him but all he did was smirk at you as you continued to try and push him away.

"I believe she told you to let her go." A cold voice speaks out beside you.

Chills rake through your body, as you look towards Johnny's towering form, as he looked towards the man holding you with narrowed slits for eyes. A warning before a reaction.

"And what is it to you?" The man laughs as he tightened his grip on your waist, causing you to whimper out in pain.

Nothing was said on Johnny's end at the man's remark, as he took hold of the man's bicep and held it in a vice grip. This caused the man to let go of you as he tried to pry Johnny's hand with his free hand.

"Let her go before I fuck you up." Johnny says in a cool, neutral tone, as if this was any other night.

"Man fuck—" the rest of the man's words were lost as Johnny sent a straight punch to the man's nose. The man wails in pain as he clutches to his now broken nose, where blood started to drip down in a cascade.

"We're leaving." Johnny said as he took hold of your arm and started to drag you off the dance floor, and away from your friend.

You looked back at your friend, to which she sends you a wide eye look as she didn't know what to do in the situation.

"Let me go Johnny! I want to enjoy the night with my friend!" You yelled out as you tried to pry his hold off your arm.

"It's not safe here and I'd rather not watch you dance with other people and drink yourself away." He said in a harsh tone as he pulled you down the secluded hallway the club has that leads you to the entrance/exist.

"Fuck off, Johnny! I want to be here. You're always ruining everything! Why can't you let me be!?" You yelled as you felt your anger get the best of you.

Johnny stops in his steps, before he slowly turns towards you with his own expression of evident anger. "I'm doing my job here. Stop being a fucking brat and listen." He seethed out as he started to walk closer to you, causing you to back up against the wall. He corners you with his towering form.

"You never fucking listen to what I say to you. And look—" he said as he placed both of his hands on each side of your head. "—it gets you in trouble every. Fucking. Time. And who comes after you?" He questioned you.

"You—"

"Exactly. I'm the one saving your bratty ass."

You were stunned into silence as you looked at the way he breathed heavily after his remark. You felt your chest move up and down to the same rhythm as his. You would be an idiot, if you tried to deny the way you felt a sudden rush of moisture collect in your underwear.

The look he was giving you made you release a small gasp as you saw what your friend was telling you.

Pure hunger.

He looked like he wanted to eat you alive as you looked up at him. You felt your body quiver in chills that causes you to arch your back, causing your hardened nipples to graze lightly against his chest through your thin dress.

Something seems to snap within him because before you know it, he's gripping the base of your neck and pulling you roughly against his lips.

Nothing about the kiss was gentle at all. It was all tongue, teeth, and fighting for dominance. This kiss was pure pent-up tension between the two of you, that has been set in place since your first meeting.

You wrapped your hands around his neck. Your hands tangled themselves in his long black locks as he pulled you closer to him. The sensation of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip causes you to moan loudly at the pleasuring pain that coursed through you.

He pulled away from the kiss and placed his hand on your lower back. “Come with me.” He said in a low tone as he started to guide you to the club’s bathroom for a more private, and secluded moment.

Once he held the bathroom door open, he gently pushed you in before he followed suit locking the door in the process.

You looked up towards Johnny in a breathless state. The whole ordeal was dizzying. You can’t wrap your mind around the events playing in front of you right now. Johnny started to stalk towards you causing you once again to walk backwards until your middle back hit the bathroom’s counter. You looked behind you for a split second, to which Johnny takes the moment you are distracted to lift you up on the counter.

His placement of his hands on your thighs causes goosebumps to rise and place themselves along the rest of your legs as you felt him gently pull them apart as he placed his body between them.

“Do you know what you do to me?” Johnny asked as he looked at you with such intense heat that you swear his eyes were intense pools of brown.

“I —no.” you answered weakly as you looked up at him with doe-like eyes that makes him curse inwardly as he continued his intense stare down.

Without breaking eye contact, he takes hold of one of your trembling hands and places it on his very evident, aching cock that fights to be released from their tight hold.

A gasp leaves your lips as you look down at where your hand is. With a trembling breath that escapes your lungs, you look up towards Johnny and see the same hungered look in his eyes.

“This is what you do to me. From the first moment we met. You have changed everything I stand and believe in.” He purred in a low voice as he squeezed the hand that is on his clothed cock.

You moaned quietly as you felt the way his cock jumped in your hand. With the way your chest was rising and falling at such a rapid pace, you could swear you weren’t breathing as you basked in the feeling that surrounded the two of you.

You took your other hand and started to trace it up the arm that held onto your thigh. In the wake of your path, you saw goosebumps following your hand. You continued the path up his bicep and to his shoulder. Once at the top, you followed your hand as it slowly traced down his chest, where his racing heart was trying to escape his chest.

Johnny started to trace small circles with his thumb in your inner thigh. It was as if a fire had suddenly gone ablaze within your very nervous system as it started to consume your whole being.

“If we do this —” Johnny cuts himself off as he heard how breathless he sounded. Clearing his throat he continued. “If we do this, there is no going back. You are mine. No other man can touch you. Your body is mine.” He said as he placed his other hand on your thigh while pressing his hands into your skin. “—your pussy is mine. Do you understand?” He says as he leans down and traces your jaw with his nose.

“Johnny...please.” You whimpered out as you felt yourself getting desperate for his touch.

“Tell me.” He said as he tangled his hand into your hair.

When you didn’t answer him back quickly — it was more like you were speechless in what to say to him, you were in awe — he pulled at the roots of your hair tightly, pulling your head back so you were forced to make eye contact with him. “Tell me, angel.”

“I’m yours...fuck, Johnny I’m yours.” You cried out as you placed your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you where your lips grazed one another's.

Without missing a beat, Johnny claims your mouth with the same feverish want. It didn’t feel like you were breathing at all as you let him claim your mouth. You felt the strands of his long hair tickle against your forehead as he presses himself further into you. Johnny’s hands release their hold on your thigh and move them to the bunched-up fabric of your dress. He pushes it up further, showcasing your black lacey thong. Along with the obscene amount of slick coming out from your entrance.

Johnny’s fingers grazed along your clad folds causing for a moan to leave your mouth and for you to entrap your legs around his slim waist. You felt the sensitivity of your core race up through your body making it become such a high sensing feeling. Seeing the way, you reacted causes for a grunt to leave Johnny’s throat as he starts to cascade down your throat with bites and kisses.

Distracted by the sensation on your neck, you’ve failed to notice Johnny pushing aside your underwear. The sensation of his callous fingers gliding in-between your folds, makes you pull away from the kiss with a gasp as you look down at him collecting your slick, lubricating his fingers before inserting two fingers into your waiting entrance.

The stretch of his fingers was both pleasures inducing but brought some pain. Tears brimmed your water line as you tried to accommodate the feel of his fingers.

“Cryin’ already? What are you gonna do when you take my cock?” Johnny teases as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of your weeping cunt. “You’re gonna take it like a good girl. Right, angel?” He says as he started to thrust his fingers in faster.

“Y-yes! Oh—” You moaned out as you felt his fingers start to jerk up inside of you, hitting the spot you deliciously.

Still fingering you with the fast pace he has going, Johnny uses his free hand to scoot you closer to the counter’s edge where he then went down on his knees and used his mouth to suck on your clit.

The sensation of his mouth wrapped around your clitoral hood, has you raising your hips off the counter and trying to get closer to his mouth as it made rockets go off in your nerves with a semi-scream moan.

Not taking his mouth off of where he wanted it most at, he pushes your hips down back onto the counter, and holds them with his free hand. “Never tasted anything so fuckin’ sweet like this.” Johnny moans out as he bit his bottom lip while looking down at your spit-glossed clit and the way his fingers started to have slick cascade down them.

You were so close to losing it — you were that close to actually losing it completely — he goes down on you again, this time moving his head side to side as his tongue sticks out, collecting all of your sweet juices. The feelings in your legs start to feel like mush as the tightening feeling at the base of your spine continues to build up.

As if he couldn’t get enough of you, Johnny pulls you closer off the edge to where your hips almost completely hang off of the counter, as a deep husky groan leaves his lips as he felt you gush even more on his tongue. You took one of your hands and glided it against the strands of his dark hair, slightly massaging his scalp before giving it a tug.

An approved groan leaves his throat as he pushes himself closer to you. His tongue gliding up and down your folds before probing at your entrance where his fingers continue to pump in and out of you. With his tongue joining his fingers, he felt your pussy pulse against his digits causing him to give you a smug smirk. “Such a cute heartbeat baby. Are you gonna cum on my fingers for me?” Johnny said as he looked up at you as he continued his delicious movements.

You gave him a delirious nod of your head as tears started to fall from your eyes at the sensation of being so close to your release.

“Then come.”

With just those two words, you felt the tether within you snap with your hips lifting up and your grip on Johnny’s hair tightening while a cry leaves your lips as you come.

Johnny keeps thrusting his fingers slowly to help you through your orgasm, and with his tongue he laps up your release, leaving you all clean...for now.

As you gasped for the much-needed air in your lungs, through your half-lidded eyes you see Johnny get up and unzip the zipper of his jeans. With a slight haste in his moves, he unbuttons his jeans and releases his weeping cock out of the tight hold they were in.

His cock was such a pretty sight to look at. His tip such a flushed pink and leaking pre-cum, and the vein that pulses so meanly along his long, girthy length you felt yourself gush all over again as you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Get off of the counter for me angel.” Johnny says in a gentle tone, but the command laid in the undertone.

Doing as he says, you get off the counter and look up at him, awaiting what he wants you to do next. Both you and Johnny look at one another as each watched the way your chests rise and fall in heavy breaths. You watched the way your arousal and release glistened on his lips and chin. Seeing the way you looked at him made him subconsciously lick his lips.

Ignoring the way his cock is begging to seethe itself inside of you, Johnny takes hold of your face with both of his hands, kissing you once more. He couldn’t get enough of how your lips tasted. You tasted yourself on his lips and you couldn’t get enough of it.

Johnny pulls away from the kiss and pulls you around where you are facing the bathroom mirror. In the reflection you saw the way your makeup was running a little bit, and the way you looked so blissed out from your orgasm. The moment you looked up towards Johnny’s reflection, you felt yourself clenching around nothing. Lust, hooded eyes looked back at you through the mirror.

You felt Johnny press himself against you. His warm and throbbing cock resting against your ass, you pressed yourself further into him. A groan leaves his lips as he looks down at the way your plump ass wants to suck his length in-between them.

Johnny then leans in towards your ear, another smirk playing on his lips. “Be a good girl and take it, yeah?” He says as he takes the side of your ear into his mouth delivering a small nip causing chills and goosebumps to course through your body.

You then see Johnny pull himself up, spit onto his hand before he guides it down to his length and pumps himself — getting it ready for your weeping entrance — all through the mirror. The fact that he was about to fuck you in front of mirror had your mind doing all sorts of somersaults as you edge towards that feral feeling growing larger than life in your chest.

Johnny takes hold of the base of his cock and starts to align it to your entrance. He teases your entrance with his tip, slowly putting it in before he pulls it out. This causes you to whimper at his teasing, but all it does is draw a chuckle from him as he glides his cock in-between your folds.

The fat of his head hits your clit in continuous glides that almost makes you see stars.

“Johnny please —” you cry out as you hang your head down as you tried not to cry over the edging feeling he gives you.

“Please what? Use your big girl voice for me angel.” Johnny teases as he continued his teasing.

“Johnny please fuck me! P-please fu—” the rest of your sentence falls into a scream as you felt Johnny thrust his hard length into your entrance in one go.

The burning sensation of the obscene stretch he gave you made your toes curl as he started to fuck you slowly, letting you somewhat get used to his size.

“What was that?” Johnny laughed as he saw the way the lustful blush takes over your face and chest. You instantly felt yourself getting dumb on his cock as he pounded into you so meanly.

The way your walls sucked him in drove the two of you crazy. You felt the way his vein pulsed within you that it made you clench down onto him. Johnny swore under his breath at the tight feeling you were creating around his pulsing length.

“Fuck — keep clenching me like that angel and I'm not gonna last long for you.” Johnny said as he held onto your hips tightly.

Incoherent words fall from your lips as you savored the delicious feeling of Johnny’s cock gliding in and out of your sopping entrance. Johnny traced his hand up from its place on your hips and brought it to the front of your dress. He pulls the fabric down, causing your breast to spill out from their hold. Johnny takes both of your breasts and places them into each hand of his, giving them both a squeeze causing the two of you to moan. Johnny takes one of your hardened nipples between his fingertips and pinches it.

Moan, after moan leaves your lips as the sensations your bodyguard is giving you. Behind the noise of your moans, you could hear the sound of skin slapping against one another and the squelching sounds coming out from your entrance.

You felt a hand wrap around your hair and tug it backwards making you look into the mirror to already see Johnny looking at you with such a lustful look you honestly believe you could cum on the spot.

“Look at me as I fuck this pretty pussy of your angel.” He speaks roughly as he continues to plough into you. “Look at how. You. Take. It.” Johnny emphasizes with each hard thrust into you.

You bit your lips as you watched the way Johnny started to get lost within your wet walls. You saw the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he tossed his head back, relishing the feeling. It was like seeing a switch flip within his mind as he looked down at the connection between the two of you.

Johnny's hair fell in his face and started to stick to his sweaty skin as he started to deliver merciless thrusts into your abused whole that it had you on your tippytoes.

“Fuckin’ take it. Take it like the good girl that you are baby.” Johnny groans out as he heard your cry of how good he’s hitting your walls.

Johnny snaked his hand around your waist and down to your front. His fingertips started to press down onto your clit and moving them side to side, causing you to moan out loudly.

“Whose pussy does it belong to?” Johnny questioned as he continued his movements on your swollen clit.

“Y-you — oh God!” you moaned out as he started to hit that one spot inside of you making you see stars.

A jolted slap was heard in the room as Johnny’s hand came down on your clit with a sharp slap. A cry-like moan falls from your lips as you push yourself back against Johnny.

“Whose does it belong to?” Johnny said again as he delivered three more slaps in a row to your stinging clit.

“You! Fuck — you do Johnny!” you cried out as you started to feel the same tightness feeling at the base of your spine start to coil.

“That’s fucking right. You're my baby. This pussy is mine. Let me find out you’re letting another man touch what is mine and I’m going to mess you up.” Johnny seethes as he pounded into you even harder than before.

The repetitive sensation of Johnny hitting your spot within your walls makes you see double the stars than before. “I’m gon—” Without warning you started to come around Johnny’s length. You felt your body shiver at how intense the orgasm was. Your legs started to shake as you started to feel the overstimulation take its course considering Johnny hasn’t relented to his intense pounding.

Johnny was so close to his release as he continued to pound into you even as you tightened yourself up. He continued to stimulate your overly abused clit, drawing cries from you. “Give me one more angel. Just one more for me.” Johnny said as he sounded restless trying to get that one last orgasm for himself.

“Nngh! S-so full and—and big! Feel so good!” You cried out as tears started to fall from your eyes as the overstimulation started to take its course officially through your body.

“That’s right baby, fuck — I make you feel so good.” Johnny said in between his teeth as he felt his balls tighten up, ready to release their load.

“Where do you want me to come angel?” Johnny asked as he wrapped his hand around your throat, as he looked at your fucked out expression through the mirror.

“Inside of me! Please, please, please.” You begged as you made eye contact with Johnny through the mirror. The way your eyes glistened with unshed tears, the flush on your face, the way your hair clung onto your sweaty forehead, and just the fucked outlook you were giving him was enough to make him blow his load inside of you.

Strings of curses left Johnny’s lips as his stomach clenched and thighs shake slightly as he let go inside of you completely. The feeling of his sticky ropes painting your walls, caused you to go into your third orgasm of the night.

As the two of you rode out your highs together, the weight of the situation between the two of you started to settle within the two of you. As Johnny pulled himself out, cleaning you and him in the process, a deathifying silence fell. You weren’t sure how to approach the topic. Do you say this was a one-time thing or are you guys actually together now?

“What I said about you being mine —” Johnny says as he helps you straighten your dress out and clean a bit of the running makeup on your face. “—I meant it.” He says in a gentle tone.

The moment those words left his words, you felt breathless at his slight confession. “Johnny I —”

“Please spare me if you’re going to reject me after all this.” He said as he played with a lock of your hair.

“I was going to say, I understood what you meant.” You said as you placed your hands on his chest, closing the slight gap between the two of you. “I don’t want someone else when I have you.”

Johnny leaned down and you met him halfway where the two of you shared a passionate kiss, sealing the promise you have for one another.

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vole-mon-amour · 2 months ago

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After everything that has happened to Johnny, his body autonomy is such a huge and interesting topic for me. It should be WAY more present in the game.

In Phantom Liberty, they barely touched the surface of his military trauma and other traumatic events throughout his life, let alone Johnny losing his human arm and getting a prosthetic that sent him over the edge with cyberpsychosis and a messed up, traumatized psyche (as if it wasn't bad enough before that).

Cyberpunk 2077 is already such a great game, but it could have been an absolute masterpiece if they let us get through to Johnny and his trauma. V tells him he's a softie and Johnny replies with a "fuck you"—because how many people have been kind to him before that, really? How many people tried to genuinely understand him, especially since he pushed them away over and over again?

The game should have allowed the player to push through his "fuck you" that is actually a defensive mechanism, his awkwardness at being seen and exposed to those human feelings. The game should have allowed the player to help Johnny, to "Don't bullshit me, Johnny, I'm here for you whether you like it or not. Don't want me? Let's go talk to Kerry. Rogue is also an option, y'know?" (And judging by the way Johnny acts during a date with Rogue, and by him telling Rogue about V's death, Johnny still trusts Rogue enough and is, to a point, ready to be vulnerable and truthful with her.)

I mean, I'm sure Johnny and Kerry had many heart-to-heart conversations, but Johnny still built up a wall and pushed people away, even Kerry (his best friend, mind you).

And after the war? Drugs, alcohol, anything to drown the pain. The way he used sex to manipulate and to cope while he was also disassociating? I mean, he already has an arm he hates, that is still a foreign object, why not use his body, too?

You've heard this from me before and you'll hear this again: Johnny Silverhand deserved better. The Temperance ending remains the best canonical ending for me—he gets that second chance at life, to heal, to live. Even though he has to live in V's body, has to get used to it and that there's no V anymore, that the body fully belongs to him now. There's another question of body autonomy because Johnny's consciousness/the Relic overwrote itself on V's psyche, so technically he stole the body and killed V without meaning to. But then again, it was V's choice to give Johnny the body. It was V's choice to tell Johnny, "Don't fuck this up. Heal. Live for me to the fullest."

And so he tries, with his immense guilt and grief. He genuinely tries, otherwise V's sacrifice was for nothing. Otherwise it was only a waste.

Of course, in my head V is alive. Johnny gets his body back, his rehab, his healing—because's Johnny's actual body is so tired, is so used to every kind of poison, he NEEDS time to heal. It's going to be a process. It's going to take years. But it's important for him to get help.

But that's not canon. Canon is that Johnny is suffering all the fucking time, lying to himself that he's good, and then during events of Phantom Liberty and any kind of heart-to-heart with V it overwhelms him to the point of him holding back tears.

"I was totally ok with that, until now."

Yeah. Sure you were, darling.

Anyway. Body autonomy for Johnny Silverhand 2k25.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cb2077 #johnny silverhand #kerry eurodyne #phantom liberty #long post #natiswriting #meta #cyberpunk 2077 meta #this was supposed to be a short post but oh well #they have my heart #silverv #I guess?#even though I'm not that big of a fan bc I'll always choose Kerry for Johnny over V

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rainswriting-blog · 3 months ago

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Netflix and Chill

Summary: You, Ghost, and Johnny, as partners in a shared relationship, decided to spend the evening watching a movie together.

Warning(s): threesome, blowjob, cursing, p and v penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, cum, cum eating, praising, vaginal fingering.

A/N: I truly enjoyed writing this, and I love both of these men with all my heart.

Reblog’s and feedback are appreciated. 18+ minors do not interact

The low hum of the television fills the small living room as you sit cross-legged on the couch, a bowl of popcorn nestled in your lap. Simon leans against the far wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, his balaclava pulled down, revealing the chiseled features of his face. His sharp eyes are fixed on the screen, but you know he’s not really watching. On the opposite end of the couch, Johnny lounges with one arm draped over the backrest, close enough that the occasional brush of his fingers against your shoulder sends little sparks skittering up your spine.

Between them, you feel both safe and utterly undone. It’s always like this—caught in the orbit of their intensity and warmth. The only place you’d rather be is nowhere else.

“I don’t know how you two manage to sit through these without tearing them apart,” you say, your voice breaking the silence as you toss a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “Doesn’t all the tactical nonsense drive you insane?”

Johnny turns his head toward you, his grin playful and full of mischief. “Oh, it does. But I’d hate to bore you with all the details, lass. Wouldn’t want you thinkin’ we’re too pedantic.”

Simon chuckles low and deep, his voice sending a subtle shiver through you. “Speak for yourself, MacTavish. I’m just here for the explosions.”

You roll your eyes, pretending you don’t notice the way Simon’s voice feels like a warm hand sliding down your back or the way Johnny’s teasing grin stirs something low in your stomach. It’s not unusual—this magnetic pull you feel toward them both. But tonight, it’s different. The air feels thicker, the unspoken tension between the three of you palpable.

Johnny shifts closer, closing the gap between you as he reaches for the bowl of popcorn. His fingers brush yours, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. When you glance at him, his eyes are sparkling with something playful but undeniably intimate.

“Careful, love,” he murmurs, his voice dipping lower. “I might start thinkin’ you like me invading your space.”

You’re too aware of how close he is, the warmth of him pressing against your side. Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you force yourself to look away, only to feel the weight of Simon’s gaze from across the room. His eyes are sharp, piercing, and they burn into you with the kind of intensity that makes you feel seen—truly seen.

“Johnny,” Simon says, his voice a quiet command. “Don’t push her.”

Johnny leans back slightly, though his grin never fades. He throws his hands up in mock surrender, the motion deliberately exaggerated. “Alright, alright. Just a bit of fun. She doesn’t mind, do you?”

Your lips part, but no words come out. You don’t know how to answer when the charge in the air is making your skin prickle and your heart pound. Simon steps forward, his heavy boots thudding softly against the floor, and suddenly, the room feels much smaller.

“Johnny likes to test boundaries,” Simon murmurs, his voice low and even as he moves to stand behind the couch. His hand brushes your shoulder lightly, the touch fleeting but deliberate. “But you don’t have to put up with him.”

“Oi, don’t act like you’re any better,” Johnny retorts, but his tone is lighter now, more teasing than defensive.

You laugh softly, the sound shaky but genuine. “I think I’m doing alright, considering I’ve got both of you to deal with.”

Simon huffs out something close to a laugh, but his hand lingers on your shoulder this time, solid and grounding. “You’ve got patience, I’ll give you that.”

Johnny shifts closer again, his arm brushing yours as he leans in just enough to close the space between you. “It’s not patience, Ghost,” he says, his voice dropping to a near-whisper as his eyes lock on yours. “She likes us.”

Your breath catches, and you glance at Simon, hoping for some kind of lifeline. But he’s watching you with that same unyielding intensity, his fingers curling ever so slightly against your shoulder.

“Is that true?” Simon asks, his voice quiet but carrying weight. “Do you like this? Us?”

The room falls silent except for the low hum of the television. You feel the heat of Johnny’s body on one side, Simon’s steady presence on the other, and the pull between them like gravity. They’ve always been larger-than-life to you—Johnny’s infectious warmth and Simon’s quiet strength—but now, they’re just men, waiting for your answer with bated breath.

You swallow hard, your heart thundering in your chest. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you admit softly, your words barely louder than the TV.

Johnny’s grin softens, his hand sliding down to rest on your knee. His touch is gentle, but the way his thumb brushes against you is anything but innocent. “Good,” he says, his voice warm and teasing. “Because you’re stuck with us.”

Simon leans down slightly, his presence looming but comforting as his hand moves to cup the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your jawline. His touch is featherlight, a stark contrast to the strength you know lies beneath it.

“You’re not overwhelmed?” he asks, his voice low, close, like he’s afraid of breaking the moment.

You shake your head, your voice steadier this time. “No. I’m not.”

The moment hangs heavy, your breath caught in your throat as the weight of their attention presses down on you. Johnny’s grin sharpens, playful but laced with something darker, more intense. Simon’s eyes bore into yours, his steady, commanding presence amplifying the heat thrumming in the air.

“Good,” they both murmur in unison, their voices intertwining—Johnny’s light and teasing, Simon’s low and firm.

Before you can process what’s happening, Johnny moves first. With a swift, deliberate motion, he dumps the bowl of popcorn onto the floor, the scattered kernels forgotten as his hands find the hem of your pants. His fingers are quick, tugging with a determination that sends a jolt of electricity straight through you.

“Guess we’re done with the movie, aye?” Johnny says, his grin wide and shameless as he pulls down your pants and panties.

Your gasp is swallowed by the sound of Simon stepping closer, his hands finding the hem of your shirt. Unlike Johnny’s hurried movements, Simon’s are deliberate, calculated. His hands brush your skin as he pulls your shirt over your head, leaving you bare and vulnerable under their dual scrutiny.

“You sure about this?” Simon asks, his voice a steady rumble that grounds you even as your heart pounds wildly.

You nod, your throat dry as you whisper, “Yes.”

Johnny chuckles softly, his hands roaming up your thighs as he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. “Knew you could handle us, lass.”

Johnny drops to his knees in front of you, his hands firm yet gentle as he spreads your legs, opening you up for him. His eyes darken as they take in the slick evidence of your arousal, glistening and undeniable, and the corner of his mouth curves into a wicked grin.

His mouth connects on your cunt without hesitation, the warmth of his tongue pressing against you as he takes his time, savoring every moment. A soft moan escapes your lips, unbidden, your body arching slightly toward him as his hands grip your thighs, keeping you steady and open for him.

Simon doesn’t say anything, but his gaze rakes over you with an intensity that leaves you trembling. His fingers trail down your arm, anchoring you as Johnny goes down on you.

As Johnny continues his deliberate, almost torturous movements against your cunt, your moans growing louder, Simon steps closer, his imposing figure commanding your attention. You glance up at him, your breath hitching as he unzips his pants, pulling his cock free with slow, deliberate movements.

“Open your mouth, love,” Simon orders, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes are locked on yours, intense and unyielding, as he waits for you to comply, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

You grab the base of his cock slowly putting him inside your mouth as you start to bob your head back and forth

Johnny pulls back just enough to admire the view, his lips glistening with your arousal as his eyes meet yours, full of mischief and hunger. “What a beautiful sight, lass,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick with desire. His words send a flush of heat through you, but it’s nothing compared to the sensation of his fingers sliding into your core—slow, deliberate, and utterly consuming. Your toes curl as he sets a rhythm, each movement coaxing a new sound from your lips.

Simon’s free hand brushes against your chest, his touch firm yet teasing as his fingers find one of your pebbled nipples, rolling it gently. At the same time, Johnny’s other hand mimics the motion on the other side, the dual sensations making your back arch as their combined focus leaves you trembling. Their gazes meet above you briefly, a silent, shared understanding passing between them before they both redouble their efforts, leaving you entirely at their mercy.

Your lips slide off Simon’s cock with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting you briefly as you keep your hand firmly wrapped around the base. The taste of him lingers on your tongue, but the overwhelming sensations from Johnny’s relentless fingers leave you breathless.

A scream rips from your throat as your body gives in, the wave of your climax crashing over you with raw intensity. Your hips buck against Johnny’s hand, his fingers curling inside you just right to prolong the euphoria. Simon groans above you, his cock twitching in your grip as he watches you fall apart, the sight of your pleasure driving him dangerously close to his own edge.

“Beautiful,” Simon mutters, his voice strained with desire, while Johnny smirks wickedly below, clearly proud of the mess he’s made of you.

Johnny slowly withdraws his fingers from your trembling core, his movements deliberate, almost teasing, as if savoring the moment. He holds them up for Simon to see, glistening with the evidence of your release.

“Look at this,” Johnny says, his voice low and full of pride. “Our pretty little mess.” His grin is wicked, his eyes flicking between you and Simon, reveling in the shared satisfaction between them.

Simon’s gaze darkens as he takes in the sight, his jaw tightening with barely restrained desire. “She’s perfect,” Simon mutters, his voice thick as his eyes lock on yours. The way they both look at you—like you’re their greatest prize—leaves you utterly undone, your body still quivering from the aftermath of your release.

“It’s my turn,” Simon growls, his voice dripping with authority as his strong hands grip your legs, pulling you toward him. With a firm, deliberate motion, he aligns himself with your slick core, the thick head of his cock teasing you before he slowly presses in, stretching you inch by inch. The deep warmth of him fills you, stealing your breath as he bottoms out, his grip tightening on your hips.

Behind him, Johnny strips off the last of his clothes, his body all lean muscle and confidence. He steps around, fisting his above-average cock in one hand as he watches you come undone beneath Simon’s powerful thrusts. A grin spreads across his face as he cups your cheek, guiding your head to the side.

“Open up, lass,” Johnny murmurs, his voice softer now, coaxing, as he slowly pushed past your lips. The weight of him on your tongue is overwhelming in the best way, the salty taste of him grounding you as you hold onto his thigh for balance. Your other hand grips Simon’s arm, seeking stability against the relentless rhythm of his thrusts, each one hitting deeper and harder.

The room is filled with the sounds of your moans muffled around Johnny, Simon’s low groans, and Johnny’s murmured praises as they both take you, their movements perfectly in sync, driving you closer to the edge once again. Every nerve in your body is alight, caught between their unyielding attentions as you lose yourself completely to them.

The heat builds again, faster this time, your body overwhelmed by the intensity of their combined efforts. Simon’s thrusts grow deeper and more deliberate, his grip on your hips unrelenting as he drives you closer to the edge. Johnny’s cock slides deeper into your mouth, his hand tangled in your hair as he groans low, the vibration of your muffled moans driving him wild.

Your body trembles, a coil tightening low in your belly as the familiar wave of pleasure begins to crest. Simon’s deep, guttural growl as he watches your body respond to him only pushes you further, and when Johnny murmurs, “That’s it, love, let go for us,” it’s all you need.

With a muffled cry, your climax crashes over you, leaving you shaking and gasping around Johnny’s cock. Your walls flutter and clench around Simon, drawing a low curse from his lips as he holds you steady through the wave of euphoria. Every nerve in your body feels electrified, the second release leaving you boneless and utterly spent between them.

“Good girl,” Simon mutters, his voice rough but filled with pride, his thrusts slowing as he lets you catch your breath. Johnny gently pulls out of your mouth, stroking your cheek with surprising tenderness as he looks down at you with a soft, satisfied smile.

“Two down,” Johnny teases, his tone playful as he leans in, brushing a kiss against your temple. “Think you’ve got one more in you, lass?”

You nod your head lazily, still trembling from the aftershocks, your body pliant and eager despite the exhaustion setting in. Simon steps back, his large hands brushing over your skin briefly as Johnny takes his place, his grin wild and eager.

“Good girl,” Johnny murmurs, his voice full of wicked promise as he positions himself. Without giving you a moment to fully recover, he plunges his cock into your soaking core in one swift motion. The stretch is immediate, his pace unrelenting from the start, and the sudden intensity rips a sharp cry from your lips.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Johnny groans, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he sets a punishing rhythm. Each thrust sends shockwaves through your body, pushing you further into the couch, the sound of skin against skin mingling with his breathless curses.

The mess of your arousal and the remnants of your climax coat his length, dripping down and pooling beneath you, staining the couch with every movement. Simon watches from above, his dark eyes raking over the sight of you coming undone again, his cock still hard and glistening from your earlier efforts. He strokes himself lazily, his jaw tight as he mutters, “Johnny, don’t ruin her too quickly. I’ve got plans for her yet.”

Johnny lets out a low chuckle, but his thrusts only grow deeper, his hips slamming into you with the kind of desperation that makes your entire body burn. “Don’t worry, Ghost,” he pants, his grin feral as his fingers dig into your skin. “She’s got plenty left to give.”

“Fuck,” you scream, your voice trembling with pleasure and desperation as your hand reaches for Simon, wrapping around his cock once more. Without hesitation, you pull him toward you, taking him back into your mouth with a moan that vibrates around him. The weight of him on your tongue is grounding, a contrast to the unrelenting pace Johnny keeps behind you.

Simon groans low in his throat, his large hand resting at the back of your head as he guides your movements, his hips rocking gently to match the rhythm of your lips. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal, his gaze locked on you. “So good for us.”

Behind you, Johnny doesn’t let up, his cock driving deep into your core with every thrust. His pace is merciless, his hands gripping your hips tightly, and every movement sends shocks of pleasure coursing through you. Your free hand slides up to his abdomen, the hard ridges of muscle flexing beneath your palm with each thrust.

“Enjoying yourself, love?” Johnny teases, his voice strained but full of that familiar mischievous tone. His words are punctuated by a sharp snap of his hips, making you moan around Simon.

Your fingers dig into Johnny’s skin, nails scraping lightly across his abdomen as your body trembles under the overwhelming sensations. He growls at the sting, his pace faltering for just a moment before he doubles down, pounding into you with renewed fervor.

“You’re gonna make a mess of all of us, aren’t you?” Simon mutters, his hand tightening slightly in your hair as he watches you struggle to keep up, caught between their unrelenting attentions. The sight of your lips stretched around him, your hand clawing at Johnny’s torso, and the way your body shudders under their touch—it’s enough to drive them both mad.

The heat inside you builds faster than you can control, overwhelming every nerve as the relentless pace of Johnny’s thrusts pushes you closer to the edge. Your body trembles violently, tears streaming down your cheeks from the sheer intensity of it all. “I’m gonna cum,” you manage to gasp out, your voice trembling as your grip tightens on Johnny’s abdomen and Simon’s cock.

Johnny’s grin sharpens, his hands digging into your hips as he slams into you harder, deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room. “That’s it, lass,” he groans, his own voice strained with need. “Cum for me. I’m right there with you.”

Behind you, Johnny’s pace becomes erratic, his movements more desperate as he chases his own release. The sensation is overwhelming, sending you spiraling into your third climax of the night. Your entire body shakes as the wave crashes over you, a guttural scream tearing from your throat, muffled only by Simon’s cock still in your mouth.

Simon lets out a deep, guttural groan, his hand tightening in your hair as he feels the vibrations of your cries around him. “Fuck,” he growls, his hips jerking forward slightly as he twitches in your mouth. “Gonna make a mess of you, love.”

You feel the heat of him spill across your tongue, salty and thick as Simon finally lets go, his release hitting you in warm pulses. Johnny follows a moment later, his grip on your hips tightening as he buries himself deep inside you, groaning low and rough as his own climax overtakes him, his warmth spilling into your trembling core.

The three of you collapse into a tangled, breathless heap, the room heavy with the scent of sex and the echoes of your shared release. Johnny lets out a soft chuckle, brushing a stray tear from your cheek as he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your temple. “What a good girl you’ve been for us,” he murmurs, his voice full of warmth and pride.

Simon’s hand moves to your back, his touch steady and grounding as he murmurs in his low, gravelly voice, “Absolutely perfect.”

“And hopefully the neighbors didn’t hear us,” Johnny quips, his thick Scottish accent tinged with amusement as he smirks down at you. His thumb brushes lazily over your thigh, his grin nothing short of mischievous. “Though, can’t say I’d blame them if they did. You were quite the spectacle, lass.”

Simon lets out a low chuckle, his hand still resting on your back as he leans against the couch. “If they didn’t hear that,” he mutters, his voice dry and laced with humor, “they’re either deaf or lying to themselves.”

You manage a breathless laugh, your body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. “Great. Just what I needed,” you mumble, burying your face in Simon’s chest for a moment, feeling the rumble of his quiet amusement beneath your cheek.

Johnny tilts his head, feigning innocence. “What? You should be proud, love. If they heard, they’ll just know how lucky we are.”

Simon shakes his head, a faint smirk playing at his lips as he glances at Johnny. “You’re shameless.”

“And you wouldn’t have me any other way,” Johnny fires back with a wink, earning a small chuckle from Simon and a playful swat from you. The warmth between the three of you is undeniable, even in the aftermath of your shared chaos.

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The room grows quiet as the intensity of the moment ebbs, leaving only the soft sounds of your breathing and the comforting weight of their presence. Your body feels heavy, utterly spent, and you shift slightly, wincing at the sensitivity thrumming through you. Johnny notices immediately, his playful grin softening into something gentler.

“Alright, lass,” he murmurs, sliding his hands under your thighs to scoop you up effortlessly. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You nod weakly, leaning into his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. Simon follows close behind, his quiet presence grounding you. Johnny sets you gently on the edge of the tub, his fingers brushing over your cheek to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You okay, love?” he asks, his voice low and filled with concern.

“Yeah,” you whisper, giving him a small smile. “Just…tired.”

Simon steps forward, his hands carefully peeling the rest of the sweat-dampened hair from your forehead. “We pushed you hard,” he admits, his tone laced with both pride and guilt. “Let us take care of you now.”

The warmth of their words settles over you like a blanket, and you let yourself relax as Johnny runs a warm bath, testing the temperature with his hand before gesturing for you to step in. Simon helps steady you, his strong hands keeping you upright as you lower yourself into the soothing water. The heat soaks into your aching muscles, drawing a contented sigh from your lips.

Johnny crouches beside the tub, his mischievous energy subdued as he dips a washcloth into the water and begins to gently clean your skin. “There we go,” he murmurs, his accent soft and soothing. “Nice and easy.”

Simon stands behind him, he gathers towels and fresh clothes. His movements are efficient, but his eyes remain on you, his gaze protective. “Drink this,” he says, handing you a glass of water. You take it gratefully, the cool liquid refreshing as it slides down your throat.

When the bath is done, Johnny helps you out, wrapping you in a fluffy towel as Simon supports you, his large hands steadying your tired frame. They guide you back to the couch, now covered with a clean blanket, and settle you down between them.

Johnny leans back, pulling you against his chest as his fingers trace gentle patterns on your arm. “You did so good for us, love,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Proud of you.”

Simon sits at your other side, his arm draped protectively over your shoulders. “Let us know if it’s ever too much,” he says quietly, his voice steady but tender. “We’ll always listen.”

You nod, a warmth blooming in your chest at their care. “Thank you,” you whisper, your eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion takes hold. Their warmth, their presence, and their quiet reassurances wrap around you like a cocoon, lulling you into a peaceful sleep, safe between the two of them.

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Coffee Shop: V

Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

You work at a small cafe that Simon starts visiting when he’s not deployed.

Coffee Shop Masterlist

You had just finished preparing Simon's daily cup of tea, and the familiar routine of waiting for him to walk in filled the cafe. Playing with the hem of your apron, you eagerly anticipated his arrival, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you stole glances at the clock on the wall.

However, worry began to creep in as minutes passed, and he was late. Your mind started to conjure worst-case scenarios. What if something had happened on his walk here, especially with the rain outside? Concern etched your features as you walked around the counter, making your way to the glass door, peering off to the side he usually approached from. Yet, there was nobody in the distance.

Trying to calm your racing thoughts, you considered the possibility that something might have come up for him. Sighing, you walked back to the counter, putting your own money in the register before taking a sip of the tea you had made for him. Pulling out a new book, you attempted to distract yourself by reading, but frustration lingered as your gaze kept involuntarily drifting towards the door, hoping to see him walk in at any moment.

As your break arrived, any hope that he would show up today dwindled away. Alone at his usual table, you sighed, looking at the small droplets of rain running down the glass window, the cafe feeling emptier without his presence.

Your day had been painstakingly slow without Simon's presence; the coffee shop seemed grey and dull without him sitting at his usual table. As your shift ended, you tried to convince yourself that you would see him tomorrow, hoping for a more lively and enjoyable day.

However, the next day, during Simon's usual arrival time, you waited patiently for him to walk through the door. Thirty minutes passed, and Simon still hadn't arrived.

With his absence it was now crystal clear that you developed feelings for him, and the warmth he brought to the cafe seemed to dissipate with his absence. It was an unexpected void that left you feeling unsettled.

Two weeks went by, and you couldn't shake the concern that something might be wrong. You replayed the last interactions in your mind, wondering if you had unintentionally upset him. The possibility that something bad had happened to him haunted your thoughts.

The cafe felt emptier without him, and you found yourself missing him more than you had anticipated. The smiles and small talks, the routine exchanges, all became voids that echoed his absence.

The realization that you had grown more attached than you anticipated hit you, and you regretted not asking for his number the last time you saw him. The uncertainty about his well-being and the absence of his presence weighed heavily on your mind, creating a void in both your heart and the cafe.

Millions of miles away from you, and you were still on Simon's mind. Each morning when he woke up and made himself tea in the rec room, he would almost grimace at the taste.

"Tastes like a bloody burnt tire."

He missed the way you made his tea. Occasionally, when he walked into Price’s office, and it smelled strongly of coffee, he couldn't help but think of you. The way you would wait on him with his tea ready, the warm smile you gave him when he walked in, the inviting aroma of freshly baked goods and coffee beans—your presence that made him feel warm.

Despite his best efforts to push thoughts of you away, Simon often found himself trying to convince himself that he was only thinking about you so much because he missed the tea you made. It was a futile attempt at self-deception, as the truth lingered in the warmth and familiarity your presence brought into his life.

Simon told Johnny and Gaz about how good your tea was and how you went on a ten-minute rant about a book he had just started reading and accidentally spoiled the whole thing for him. Johnny gave Gaz a knowing look, and they both smirked.

"Is she the lil lass that drew that for you?" Johnny motioned to the colorful bookmark sticking out of the book you had lent Simon. Glancing down at it, he took it out and handed it to Johnny.

"Yeah."

Johnny looked at the goldfish in a tank and laughed, handing the bookmark to Gaz. "What’s with the dog shooting up a civilian?" Gaz laughed, scanning over the details.

"Told her the half-a-dog joke. She didn’t want to draw a dead dog, so she drew that."

"Cute," Gaz intentionally said, and Simon unintentionally glanced at him with a look in his eye. Gaz widely grinned at Johnny, who just smiled back.

Simon took another bookmark from the front page of the book, handing it to Johnny. "Drew this one too."

Johnny's jaw dropped, and his eyes grew wide as he flipped it towards Gaz, whose face mirrored Johnny's when his eyes went to the drawing of Simon.

“You taking her on a date when you get back?”

“No.”

“Ghost, you gotta be out of yer damn mind not to wife up a lass that draws for you, lends you her books, and makes a good cup.”

“Yeah, she’s definitely into you, mate.”

“I don’t like her, she just knows how to make a good cup.” Simon tucks the bookmarks back into the book you gave him; he's halfway through it. His eyes linger on the drawing of him before he turns his attention back to the boys.

“You should take us to this little cafe, wanna see how good her cup is since it's L.t approved.” Johnny smiled while glancing at Gaz. Simon rolled his eyes as Price entered the rec room, telling them it was time to go to the helo for the mission.

Before he knew it, Simon, Johnny, and Gaz were on their way back to Simon's place, all eager to meet the girl that Simon clearly had feelings for. Simon rested his head against the helo, his mind filled with thoughts of you. He couldn't deny the fact that he was ready to come back home, to see you waiting behind the counter with that smile that always seemed to make him feel complete.

You sighed as you leaned on the counter with your head in your hand, the book in your hand failing to erase the boredom that plagued you. The door opened, and your eyes grew wide as your smile stretched wide. "Simon! You’re back!"

Simon fought back a smile, hoping the boys didn’t see, but both Johnny and Gaz noticed, their faces reflecting shock and disbelief as they looked at him.

"Didn’t know the L.t smiled."

"It’s uncanny."

Simon walked up to the counter, and you couldn’t stop smiling up at him, not even noticing the two men he was with. "I thought you moved away or got hit by a car and died."

"No love, just deployed." Your brows lifted in shock, he's in the military? It made sense given his stature.

Johnny stepped in front of Simon and extended his hand to you. "Names Johnny, I’m Gho-Simon's mate."

You smiled as you grabbed his hand and lightly shook it. "Y/n."

"Y/n, you have a lovely name. You can call me Kyle, lov—"

Simon pushed past them, cutting Gaz off. "We'll have three teas, love. Same as I take it." You grabbed the money and smiled up at him. "I’ll bring them to your table."

"Thanks, love." He smiled slightly down at you before turning and leading the boys to his usual table.

You couldn’t help but smile the entire time you were making their tea, stealing glances at Simon every so often, meeting his gaze a few times before quickly turning your attention back to the cups.

Simon cursed himself, hoping you just thought he was trying to get a peek at the teas you were making. Johnny and Gaz knew they needed to kick it up a notch, just to see how far they could push Simon before he admitted he had feelings for you.

"So, is the lil lass single?" Simon dead-eyed Johnny, "Yes."

His gaze softened as you approached with a tray in your hands. Gently setting it on the table, you placed their cups in front of them. Taking a napkin from your apron, you set it down in front of Simon before placing his cup on top of it. He glanced down at the black letters on the napkin.

‘It’s good to have you back :)’ he smiled up at you, and you felt your insides doing somersaults.

Johnny took a sip of the tea, and his eyes grew wide. "Steaming Jesus! This is the best bloody tea I’ve ever had!" Your brows lifted, and your smile grew wide. "Really? I’m so glad you like it."

Simon stared at Johnny, unamused. You heard the door open, excusing yourself to make your way behind the counter again. As Johnny and Gaz continued to taunt him, Simon tuned them out, his gaze bouncing from you to the man who walked in.

You smiled at the man who came in, “What would you like, sir?” He smiled down at you before looking up at the menu. “Could I get a black coffee and a scone.”

“Of course, that will be 7.50.” He handed you the money, and as you reached over to take it, he slightly pulled it away. You furrowed your brows and looked up at him.

“Let me get your number, dollface.” You awkwardly laughed and met Simon's gaze. He gripped the mug slightly, and Gaz slightly looked over, catching the man in his peripheral.

“I actually can’t give my number out; it's against the store rules.” You knew better than anyone that it's better to lie than to hurt a man's ego and it gets you killed. Your intuition was screaming out at you.

“I don’t see a manager anywhere.” He proceeded to grab a napkin and write his number on it, sliding it to you. You looked up at him, not knowing what to say.

Simon got up and walked over to the counter. “Could I get a cup of chai, love?” He slightly bumped into the guy when he handed you the money.

“Hey, pal, watch it—” The man turned only to come face to face with Simon's chest. He furrowed his brows and looked up at him. Simon glared down at him with a cold look in his eyes.

You snatched the money from the man's hand, “I’ll get your orders out in just a minute.”

The man ripped his gaze away from Simon, turning back to you. “Make mine to go.” You nodded before getting to work on both of their orders, and Simon made his way back to the table.

Gaz smirked, “Someone’s jealous.”

“Fuck off, she was clearly uncomfortable.”

“Didn’t know you liked chai, L.t.” Simon took a long sip of his tea, his gaze bouncing from you to the man.

“It’s not for me.”

You handed the coffee and pastry over to the man, “Don’t forget to call.” He winked at you, and you awkwardly diverted your attention away. Simon watched him leave and get into his car.

You put your money in the register before grabbing a few pastries you thought Simon and his friends might like – two danishes, a chocolate donut, and a scone. You put them on a tray with the chai tea before walking around the counter, smiling as you approached the table.

You gently set the tray down, “I bought you guys some pastries. I didn’t know what you liked, so I brought a few different things.”

Johnny pulled out his wallet, “How much are they?” You put your hand out and shook your head, “No, it’s my treat. I have to treat the people that my friend cares about just as well.”

“Friend?” Simon’s voice was gruff as he asked, and you nervously fiddled with the hem of your apron, “Yeah, we’re friends, right?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

Your face visibly dropped as the words left his mouth, and he mentally cursed at himself. He didn't mean for it to come out that way, but could he really call you his friend? To him, you were just the girl that made a good cup of tea… right?

If you were just that to him, then why was he so worried that he hurt your feelings? Why was his mind searching for something to say to you?

Gaz cuts in, “What he really means is best friend. He would not shut up about how good your tea was on base.”

You smile, your heart warming and swelling at the fact that he thought about you while he was away. “Really? Is that what made you guys come down?”

“Yup, had to see what lil lass made a Brit head over heels for the way she made tea.” You smile and look over to Simon.

“That’s so sweet of you, Simon.”

Again. That same warmth envelops him.

“The cup is for you, love.” He motions toward the chai, and you smile. “Oh! Thank you.” You smile and pick the cup up, turning.

“Woah, lass, come sit. Enjoy the pastries with us.” You turn around facing Johnny. “You don’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

“Okay, let me go put my apron in the back real quick.” You place your cup down on the table and walk into the back of the cafe.

“Her best friend? Really, Gaz?” Simon leans back in the chair.

Gaz points his finger at him, “Hey, if it weren’t for me, her feelings would still be hurt.” Johnny just hums as he reaches over, grabbing the chocolate donut. “She’s into you, L.t., and you need to admit that you’re into her too.”

“I’m not into her.” Simon gruffly says, looking away.

You emerge from the back and take a seat next to Simon since his friends are sitting across from him. You scoot in and take a sip of your tea before glancing at Johnny, who is already halfway done with his donut.

“I can get you some donuts to go if you’d like?”

“Do you sell them by the dozen?” he manages to mutter out in between bites.

You laugh, “yeah, we do.”

“I'll take two dozen before I leave.”

Gaz, who's sitting directly across from you, leans in, resting his elbows on the table.

“You know Simon here is a lieutenant.” Your eyes grow wide, and you turn your body to face him.

“I didn't know that, wow, that's really impressive. I didn't know he was in the military until today.”

Gaz furrows his brows, “He didn't tell you he was deploying?” You shake your head after taking another sip.

“No, I was worried he moved away or something bad happened, you know? The cafe was so boring this past month.”

Johnny lightly elbows Gaz, who has a grin on his face. “Why didn't you tell her you were deploying, Lt.? You had your friend worried about you.”

Simon rolls his eyes at Johnny, who has a smug face. Then he turns to you. “I didn't think you would care, that's all.”

“Of course I cared. It was raining the first day you were gone. I peeked outside just in case a car hit you or you slipped and cracked your head.” You lightly laugh, and Simon, to the best of his might, tries to hide the smile that's forcing its way to his features. He loses the battle when he looks down at you – your warm smile, the look in your eyes as you gaze up at him, the smell of your chai tea.

Again. The warmth envelops him from within.

Johnny rested his head in his hand, “So that man who gave you his number, you fancy him?” You furrow your brows and shake your head. You glance at Simon and make eye contact with him before quickly looking away.

“No, never. He clearly didn’t catch the hint, and the way he just forcefully gave me his number? He’s such a creep.” You quickly glance at Simon again.

Once more, you meet his gaze before he quickly looks away. You can't help but look down and slightly smile to yourself.

The four of you converse with each other. Johnny talks most of the time about Scotland and Betsy, a cow on the farm his parents owned. Gaz tells some story about a crackhead trying to give him a lap dance on the metro. Simon just watches as you laugh at the jokes the boys tell you.

You glance at the clock and sigh, “I have to get back to work. Thank you for letting me sit with you guys; it was fun.”

When you disappear into the back of the cafe again, Gaz leans in before discreetly tapping Johnny. “You wouldn't mind if I…you know?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I ask y/n for her number. She’s cute.”

Simon's face hardens as he looks down at Gaz, and his grip on the mug tightens. Not because he’s jealous, of course. Not because he wants you to only give him attention.

“No.” Gaz furrows his brows, “No as in you don’t mind if I ask her?”

“No as in no. No man on this planet could deserve someone like her. I don't think she should find another man.” Gaz aggressively grabs Johnny's knee and shakes it back and forth. Johnny clears his throat before speaking.

“Right, right. So what do you mean by y/n finding another man? You’re insinuating that she already has a man, so she shouldn’t find another?”

Simon furrows his brows, “I didn't say another man. I said I don’t think she should find a man; she’s fine the way she is. A man in her life would just ruin her.”

“No, no, you definitely said you didn’t want her to find another man.” Simon rubs the space between his eyes. He knew what he said but he wasn't about to admit that.

“You know what I meant.”

Gaz and Johnny glance at each other, “Yeah, we know exactly what you meant, L.t.”

Another hour passes, and you see the boys get up from the table. Johnny walks over to the register, asking for two dozen donuts. You motion him towards the pastry glass, letting him choose what flavors he wanted.

Gaz stuffs a few packets of sugar in his pocket while you're occupied, and Simon just stands near the register, gazing at you. After you ring up Johnny, both him and Gaz walk out of the cafe, and just as Simon's about to leave, he turns towards you.

“Thank you for the pastries, Love.”

“Oh, of course. Just a little welcome back treat… I’m glad you made it back safe. It was so boring here without you; I’m glad you're back.” Simon couldn't hide the toothy grin as the words left your mouth.

“Hmm, you missed me?” You rubbed the edge of the counter with your finger, your smile wide as you looked up at him.

“Yeah, the cafe was so dull without you.”

That same warmth filled Simon’s chest, a foreign feeling that always seemed to be present whenever you were around.

“I'll bring your book tomorrow; I finished it.” Your brows lifted up. “Will you tell me what you thought about it?”

“Of course, love.”

Simon's gaze was stuck on your warm smile. “Okay, cool. Walk safe, Simon.”

“Thank you, love.”

The entire way back to his house, Gaz and Johnny would not shut up about how you two were clearly so into each other. It was almost a crime that Simon hadn’t asked you on a date.

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ronearoundblindly · 3 months ago

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What are you thoughts on the Cevans characters (+ Bucky hehe) on giving & receiving oral? Who’s more into what, like which role do they prefer. Are any of them not into it at all? Do any of them like it more than actual sex?

Your takes on the Cevans characters are always so accurate 🥰🎀 Luv your blog <3

Ohhhhhh nessie. So spicy. So 😙🤌. Let's GO!

Warnings for, yeah, discussion of oral (both m and f receiving) with some references to other sexual acts for comparison, etc. We got there this time, gang, like all the way to hell...

Andy Barber

Into both but not his fave. Since Andy wasn't originally in my list of characters (and thus never got a favorite sex position), I'll tell you now that Mr. Barber is more of a face-to-face and hands-on lover. He enjoys a blowjob, sure, and he's by no means against going down on you, but his hands like to grope and wander more than those allow.

Ari Levinson

Really into both. Wow, just, really really into both. Can't say he enjoys it "more" than actual sex, but ohhh fuck it's close. Ari is a roar-as-he-comes-down-your-throat type of guy. He definitely is sloppy on you, not afraid to soak his beard before you even peak. I stand by my headcanon that Ari doesn't like his hair pulled though. He understands it'll happen sometimes, but he will move if you keep tugging hard. Much happier if you leave scratches across his shoulders instead.

Also, Ari strikes me as a man who would enjoy road head or pull over to go down on you if he's horny or bored or just because. I don't have a reason for that, but it's true. The end.

Curtis Everett

He's a giver 100%. Curtis isn't *against* getting a blowjob, but he can't enjoy it much if you aren't really into giving, too.

Maybe TMI, idk, but I also get the impression that Curtis really adds a lot of his tongue thrusting into you during the act. No reasoning, just vibes. He wants to actually fuck you with his face.

Jake Jensen

Whiny and needs practice but he appreciates both ways. Jake needs you to verbally tell him what to do and what feels good, so for a while at least, some of the fun is taken away from that. He also needs the practice not blowing his load about 30 seconds after your lips get on him. That visual--you kneeling or bent over trying to fit him in your mouth--just...does him in so fast.

Jimmy Dobyne

Nope, not really. Surprisingly, he has the skill to make you come without having to do it a lot, but Jimmy still crawls up under your skirt rarely. It's like The Best present when he does. Like, who the fuck did he practice this on to the point of expertise??? Makes no sense, but I'm telling you, Jimmy is the secret munch of the bunch. He'll let you go down on him, but he won't be the one to suggest it. That's purely up to you.

Johnny Storm

Eh--little here, little there. He enjoys the riskiness of oral in semi-public places more than p-in-v sex. Johnny is DTF always...mostly, so nothing is off the table...and he's fine being on the table, just for reference.

Lloyd Hansen

Lloyd is more of a receiver and a giant tease for going down on you. He talks a good game, and you'd think with the mustache that he's practically been groomed to be sat on. However, Lloyd likes to be smug as hell, telling you he'll take care of you but he just needs to unwind after his day. He doesn't really intend to put in much effort because Lloyd is good enough with his fingers and dick. He gets away with avoiding it.

James Mace

Similar to Andy for different reasons: he's into both but neither is his fave. Mace likes a lot of things a little bit. Every position is on rotation. He doesn't want you to get bored, or worse, to be boring, so Mace plays around constantly. Yes, you two still fuck in the bedroom 'the most,' but that's not from lack of other variety.

Ransom Drysdale

Mostly a receiver but in a less controlling way than Lloyd. He uses his tongue as torture on you, i.e. Ran has no intention of bringing you to climax and he wants for you to beg. He wants you to prefer fucking him. Ransom is too lazy for this to be a regular thing he has to do.

Now, again, don't ask me why but I truly believe Ran gets a kick out of choking you on his dick. There's a distinction here, though, because Lloyd enjoys watching you struggle to take him in your mouth while Ransom purposefully thrusts to choke you. It's not prolonged. It's just a kink he likes.

Steve Rogers

Will eat you out at the drop of a hat but thinks a blowjob is degrading to you. Steve has a very traditional notion of respect for the people he loves...and, no, he doesn't see the hypocrisy in that. His excuse is that he likes his mouth all over you, down there no different than anywhere else ��🏻‍♀️.

Bucky Barnes

Oh, fuck yeah.

What's there to expand on? Bucky 100% loves to watch you worship his body and loves to worship yours. This dude may have some social and professional hangups, but sex hasn't changed much since the '30s. Anatomy (more or less) is anatomy, and at least all of his romance bits are the same.

Does he prefer giving or receiving? It's pretty equal. You both go gaga over the other dressing up fancy...or dressing down...or when you're dressing...or, ya know, not dressed. Basically, it's just a 'yes.'

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sixxteenbullets · 2 years ago

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for the johnny cade smut, it can be just an "i was worried about you" and kind of caring smut, the sex being rough but with praise? sorry if this doesn't make sense!

I WAS WORRIED

PAIRING- JOHNNY CADE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS- MENTIONS OF MURDER, P IN V, LOVING SMUT, WRITTEN BADLY

Smut starts at paragraph 14

Hearing that your boyfriend had gotten into trouble wasn't nice to hear. Especially when it involved a murder in self defence of a well known Soc boy. When Y/n heard about it, she felt many different things. The first was shock, then anger at how someone could try and hurt her baby, and then sadness because he had to go into hiding to avoid the mess.

That's what brought her to her current situation, demanding that Dallas Winston take her to him. "No, with that big mouth of yours, everybody would know."

That was absolute bullshit, they both knew it. Sure, she likes to gossip, but never at the stakes of her friends, definitely not at the stake of her lover. "Yes! Now get in this car and take me to see Johnny!"

He stood still for a moment, eyes narrowed, jaw clenching and unclenching. She grew nervous, but only for a moment before he scoffed and got into the driver's seat. As much as he didn't want to take the chance of his best friend getting caught, he knew Y/n was a good girl. She'd never rat. Plus, it would keep Johnny's mouth shut about her for a minute.

They didn't speak throughout the whole ride. There was nothing to say. Y/n wasn't shy about showing her anxiety through the tapping of a foot or the silent mumble from her lips as she thought about all of the things that could go wrong. While Dallas tried to hide what he was feeling, he didn't do it well. He touched his face too much, looked away from the road too much. He was stressed and it was clear to her, but they said nothing to comfort each other.

As soon as the thunderbird was parked in front of an old church, Y/n was off. Dallas only shook his head as he watched her run straight into the building and give the two of them a near heart attack. Ponyboy, once he realised who she was, just gave a soft smile and breathed in relief. Johnny on the other hand, wasted no time jumping up to pull her into him. There were no words to describe how refreshing it was for the boys to see a new face.

The two held each other for a while, ignoring Dallas and Ponyboy's teases and laughs. She was the one who broke the hug, much to his dismay, and headed over to the other criminal to give him a hug. He gladly accepted it and even showed disappointment when she ended it. She understood though, going so long without any sort of comforting affection like that must have been brutal.

After the tension of the arrival proved short-lived, the four all began conversing in whatever they could think of. This went on until Dallas abruptly stood up and had Ponyboy take him outside to their food supply as he was getting hungry.

When the two boys were gone, Johnny and Y/n sat in a comforting silence, eyes moving between contact and lips. There was an unspoken thought lingering between them, something that neither of them had built up the courage to say. It wasn't until she acted on an impulse and smashed her lips into his did he realise that she was very real and very much there. This was happening.

The kiss was filled with so much hunger and passion that he felt light headed. The love which was ignited between them was so foreign to him. She gave him everything she had and more. Johnny Cade was only eighteen years old, as was she, and his life was at risk. He could be thrown into prison, killed for revenge, or be driven mad by the constant danger he was in. That was too real. More than their love or their kiss. More than the hand that slid down his torso, and more than his actions of pulling away from her. "Not here,"

Y/n's only thoughts as she was being taken to a loft in the back of the abandoned church was how she was going to show her boyfriend how much she cared for him.

Johnny was laying on his back in no time, his girl slowly pressing kisses all over his face. Every one of them brought him happiness. At one point she stopped, pressing one last kiss to his jaw before she met his eyes again. Her legs moved to straddle his hips and her hands held his face. "I was so worried about you," she breathed. "So worried."

"Let me make it up to you." These words surprised both of them. She didn't think he would be so forward, and he thought the exact same thing.

In one swift, careful motion, he was on top. His hand was behind her head and his lips were on her neck. She closed her eyes and took in his warmth. Her lips parted in silent ecstasy as his hand roamed down her side, pulling her shirt up to be even with her waist. That was his next portrait. Kisses were trailed down her middle, stopping just above her pants before he pulled away.

A pathetic complaint left her mouth incoherently, but it was short lived as she saw his hands trail to his hips. She followed in suit by removing her shirt and her own pants. The look in his eyes was unreadable before it changed to hunger. Something that she's never seen before. And, fuck, was it hot.

Their lips met again and his hips grinded down into hers, creating a shameless moan from both of them. But he didn't stop there, every bit of contact made only encouraged the dirty passion.

It was his turn to pull away from her then, meet her eyes and speak so softly that she could hardly hear him. "Are you sure? Are you ready?"

"I want you." That was all he needed to hear before he tore away her underwear and lined up with her entrance. The anticipation got to her and made her close her eyes, preparing for what was about to come.

Seeing this, he pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you."

Every inch of him that was thrust into her was savored by each of them. Every inch of skin that they could think of was flooded with warmth. Her leg swung up over his hip, his hand gripping her thigh, moving up slowly to wrap around her waist and keep her impossibly close to him.

A tear of pure euphoria slipped down one of their faces, they didn't know which of them was crying but the salty taste that joined their lips confirmed that it was happening. Whatever discomfort there was for either lover couldn't even be remotely matched by the amount of love and pleasure they were engulfed in.

It was nearly impossible to keep quiet. Dallas and Ponyboy were not far from them, just outside the church. They could hear so easily. The risk, however, was not very present in their minds. Many other thoughts were taking over. For example, how fucking good they both felt.

His hips grinded into hers at a quick pace, pelvis hitting her clit with every motion. Her back arched and her torso met his. The arm that wasn't wrapped around her was used to slide down her arm as their fingers intertwined. Light, feathery kisses were pressed against her breasts.

She spoke in slow, breathy words. "You're so. . . Good."

For a brief moment, Y/n opened her eyes to look at Johnny. His face was twisted into an expression that could only be described as heavenly. A small, emotional smile graced her lips as she let her eyes close once more.

"You're beautiful." He was so quiet. His face hurried into her neck, mouth opened as he neared his high. The hot breath on her neck was something she never thought she'd enjoy so much. There was a tightness that grew in her core, then, building up so much that she struggled to keep from crying out.

As if nature was on their side that day, they reached their climax together. A fire ignited between them and spread through their most connected points all the way to the tips of their fingers, still laced together tight. The intimacy was crushing them in the most pleasurable way.

Her empty hand went to tangle in his hair, gripping tight. The arm that he had wrapped around her middle moved downward so that his hand could squeeze the fat of her ass.

He had pulled out and released on the ground between her thighs. There wasn't much time to allow his body to calm down before his attention was back on the girl in front of him. Her eyes were still closed as she attempted to calm down from her own high. He crawled back up beside her and laid down. She was quickly pulled into an embrace, neither party caring about how sweaty the other was.

"You're coming back again next week." It wasn't much of a question as it was a statement.

She breathed a laugh and nodded against his chest. "Yeah, I am."

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UGHHHH. RAHH. I'm sorry but I suck at smut lol. I'm not much of a johnny girl, nor a smut girl, so I'm sorry this isn't as good as it could have been.

@thesunmeltedthegrayaway on the other hand, has some really good works on johnny!

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soullessdianthus · 1 year ago

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can i request ghost x reader, kind of like an enemies to lovers/hatefucking type situation 🫣 can be as kinky as you like. thank you <3

A/N: I'm living for this trope with Ghost! Because I believe he could be absolute douche sometimes, but at the end of the day, he would just drown you in sweet affection. (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

Warnings: enemies to lovers (idiots in love), implied age gap, angst???, smut (p in v, slow and gentle sex, unprotected)

Word count: 4.2k oops

It felt like literal eternity serving within the British Army. But in reality it’s only been three years since you enrolled. Since the very beginning of your personal excursion along the nine circles of hell, the devil was looming above your head – Lieutenant Riley.

God damn bastard.

Around a year ago Captain John Price was selecting only a few privates to see if any of the “fresh blood” was fit to join his special forces. You happened to be one of the lucky soldiers.

During this intense year of service you managed to get promoted to a sergeant, allowing you to be more independent during missions than a rookie or a private. To be honest, you were amongst the youngest sergeants out there in the army, along Soap MacTavish.

You were good. That’s what Price told you at the end of the selections. You weren’t as strong as men larger and taller than you, but you catch up in the different fields. Swift yet seamless in the way you moved, quietly. A good aim and fast ability to evaluate the situation.

Sometimes your biggest flaw was panicking during shootouts. Especially when your team was getting slaughtered, one by one and your cheeks were splashed with thick, warm blood. If not your slightly strayed aim and heavy breathing no one would even know.

You were extremely young for such missions Captain (or Laswell) sent you on, so honestly, the way your body reacted was a basic human reaction to such stress and trauma.

And there he was, a man soaked in crimson, his skull mask remaining untouched. Ghost walked right by you inside of the helo, when Soap tried to console you by nudging your arm.

You felt his dark eyes looking at you with scorn, disappointment maybe. Ghost never praised you, not once, even if you saved their arses. All of them.

━ Pull yourself together, sergeant. ━ Lieutenant snarled, before sitting down on the opposite bench.

━ Ignore him, lass. He’s just a grumpy sad man.

Johnny was more than right about Simon Riley being a sad man having a sad life. Perhaps that’s why he got so used to crushing each bundle of joy in his life.

You thanked God in situations like this, that there was always Soap or Gaz to ease the tension between Lieutenant Riley and you. Because no matter how much you acted unbothered and tough or how much you tried to ignore his hatred towards you, Ghost’s attitude was painfully scratching your heart.

Obviously you made some mistakes, all of them had. You were just humans at the end of the day. So whenever you tried to impress the others, looking out for friend’s approval, you were struck by his empty stare full of pity.

You hated to admit it to yourself, you never wanted to, but you couldn’t just treat him indifferently. There was some fucked up part inside of you that didn’t want to let him go. And it only brought more pain.

There was no logical explanation why Ghost despited you so much. You were humble about your job or abilities and overall polite (well, most of the time, lately you began to talk back to the grumpy Englishman).

But what you didn’t know was that Ghost was actually jealous.

He couldn’t stand how quick it was for someone as young and fragile as you to climb to the sergeant’s position. Ghost didn’t possess the features you had – the way you made friends so easily among the comrades, how you practically every time executed your job without a slip up or how you put a spell over Soap, Gaz and even Price. They were all fond of you.

Once, when you got hurt, Ghost couldn’t help but to trace the dripping blood from the cut on your cheekbone. The blood trickled down your soft skin over the curvature of your face, which he involuntarily found pretty for a woman. The crimson substance dripped down your chin and onto the cleavage of your shirt.

Simon swore, he could see your round, full breasts through the tight shirt. Only then he snapped back to reality. Since then he hated himself even more for casually showing such fragility. Ghost couldn’t let you be his weakness. The ghost had none.

But all you could see in this situation was that your lieutenant was disappointed with you. That you managed to get hurt on such an easy mission. “Such a failure in his eyes, am I?”, you thought to yourself.

The other time, when you followed him along the concrete wall, trying to flee the ambush, Ghost happened to be just too close to you. His broad shoulder touching you almost constantly.

His presence didn’t bother you, until the lieutenant's tight grip over your upper arm barely cut the blood circulation in the limb. He yanked you backwards so hard, you nearly stumbled.

━ Have you lost your fuckin’ mind? ━ Ghost growled in a raspy voice, making sure you weren’t shot. He brought you close to his own body, too close. You could feel the warmth of his body, almost welcoming you into embrace. Almost.

━ I got it covered! ━ His gloved hand snatched up to cover your mouth at once. Both of you stilled upon hearing the enemy walking past your cover. Simon retraced his palm only when he was sure the danger was gone. ━ You’re insufferable, Lt.

━ Congratulations, the girl finally noticed. You want some cheers or a confetti thrown?

━ Would like one actually ━ you agreed with a pathetic shell of a man, wasting all of the strength not to tell him to fuck off ━ but not from you. Let’s move.

Ouch, that had to hurt his fragile ego. But Ghost wondered why it actually made his blood boil. Why your little back talk got him riled up.

For years he got used to hearing insults or miserable comments from other soldiers. So why did he feel truly insulted when it came to you and your filthy mouth? He felt similar to a parent who failed to put their child into their place.

So he desired to torment you a little more. However, this decision ended differently than usual, when he toyed with you, mocking each aspect regarding your life.

This time you smacked him across his face, when you were back in the helo taking a few soldiers back to base. One too many malicious comments from the lieutenant and you snapped.

Of course you regretted being so carried out by emotions, but slapping Ghost across his stupid mask gave you a sense of relief. Bastard deserved that.

You were surprised when one of the women in the barracks told you that Ghost is asking for your presence in his office. That it’s urgent.

It has been a couple of days since “the incident” and since then you hadn’t been forced to spend time with him, not in the training area nor in the cafeteria.

You jumped out of your bed and pulled on the high trail shoes and stuffed the legs of your pants inside of them. There were many ideas coming to your mind, why he requested your presence. Perhaps, the little disagreement in the helo was too much. Maybe the Captain was there with him, ready to reprimand you for such disrespect towards the Lt?

Who knew, the only way to find out was to go and see for yourself. So you did.

The base seemed more empty than ever before, most of the soldiers being sent away on missions. Or on a training grounds, far from the main building.

So you walked with a steady pace down the hallway until your eyes managed to read the label “Lt Riley” on the doors. Before your hand reached for the handle, you acknowledged the state your body was in – wrist and slender fingers shaking, skin inflamed. Were you afraid of this confrontation? What was wrong with you?

A loud sigh left your mouth and your chest collapsed. You knocked twice and entered the office only when you heard his voice “come in”.

━ You wanted to see me?

━ Come, I might need your help ━ such foolishly selected words made your heart skip a beat. You closed the door behind and walked closer to where he was sitting. ━ Fill those just like the example here and then put them aside.

Ghost pointed to the one singular sheet of paper already filled out and your eyes wandered on the massive pile of those you were supposed to complete. The similar stack was on the lieutenant’s right.

━ And you can’t do it yourself? ━ You raised your brow, looking in a questionable way at him. Ghost sighed, rolling his eyes.

━ Can’t you just do what your told?

You grabbed the folding chair and set it next to the grumpy man. You carefully watched his reaction as you did so.

━ Soap wasn’t available?

━ He’s on a deployment, somewhere in Urzikstan ━ the man wearing a balaclava with solid skull sewed to it explained briefly. ━ Besides, I needed a woman to help me out with this.

━ Oh wow, didn’t know you were a sexist. ━ A surprised huff slipped out of your mouth, when you got comfortable on the plastic chair next to him. He sneaked a peek at your wiggling hips and felt a sudden wave of heat.

━ Fuckin’ hell ━ he cursed, passing you the pen. ━ You think Johnny or Gaz know how to sign their own name? At least you know how to write, yeah?

━ Look, you just said something nice for once.

A not so fake, but forced smile twisted your face as you accepted the pen he given you.

━ Don’t flatter yourself.

━ Nothing coming from your mouth is flattering, Lt.

Within the last spoken sentence you began filling the papers out just as he instructed. The task itself wasn’t difficult, just repetitive.

Minutes passed as you sat next to Ghost in silence. Only the sound of paper sheets being moved around intervened with the quietness. You unknowingly started to chew on your lower lip, distracting the man sitting beside you. But how could you know this, he just hummed from time to time, God knew why.

The tension between the two of you started to fade out as you felt more comfortable spending time with him. Work time of course, doing important things, but in a secluded room and all alone.

Your somehow guilty mind didn’t want to leave the business unclear, there was a need rooted inside of you that needed its explanation.

So you gathered enough bravery and finally spoke, breaking the silence.

━ You’re in a mood for talking, sir?

━ Not particularly ━ Ghost replied, eyes still glued to the documentation in front of him. ━ But since you addressed me properly… What do you want?

He was right. Maybe it was the first time you addressed him with “sir” since the beginning.

━ I’m not looking for trouble, alright? But, what is your problem? Why… ━ you paused for a second, your own gaze drilling into the pen you were gripping so hard between your fingers ━ are you so harsh to me?

━ What did you expect joining the military, eh? Would you like a special treatment?

━ An equal treatment would be great ━ you emphasized on the words, sinking further into a plastic chair. ━ See, you don’t even understand.

Why were you sitting there, listening to him taking out his bitterness on you? There was far more you deserve in life than this. You did nothing wrong to be treated as such.

━ I tried getting along with you, Simon ━ you continued after a moment of silence. You were so focused on the confusing feeling in your guts, that you missed the part when he stopped working to look directly at you. And the sadness painted on that pretty face of yours. ━ I really did. But you're pushing everyone away and that’s not my problem. So don’t dare take this out on me.

His short, but rough laugh echoed in your ears and blush of humiliations covered your cheeks. There was even a hint of you crying in a matter of seconds, but you kept your act together. That’s what he told you so often, right?

━ Jesus fuckin’ Christ. ━ The lieutenant muttered, your face twisted in pure anger.

That’s it. That was the fine line.

Suddenly you stood up, pushing the chair with the back of your thighs. It almost fell down with a thud, but you caught the backrest quickly, before it could actually happen.

Did he just laugh at you?

━ What the fuck is wrong with you?! ━ You let the emotions emerge to the surface, raising your voice at the masked man. But despite the wrong he did, what Ghost said to you, you couldn’t find a dash of hatred towards him. It made you feel sick. ━ Why do you hate me so much? I didn’t do anything wrong!

Ghost stood up from his own seat and out of the sudden his larger body caged you in between him and the solid desk. The Englishman placed his hands on both sides of you, over the countertop, taking away the possibility of you escaping. Slipping away through his fingers.

He pressed his chest and whole front of his body into your back. To your (and his) surprise, you didn’t even flinch. Ghost’s head was leaning next to your left ear. The significant skull mask staring directly at you.

━ I can’t stand your presence, sergeant. It makes my blood boil, especially when you laugh. Because it… ━ he paused, inhaling sharply through his teeth ━ you make me feel things. Though, I’ve no hatred towards you, Y/N.

A confusion overwhelmed your body, when he didn’t snap back or when he didn’t bother to be mean towards you further than that. Your heart was hammering inside of your ribcage.

All these months, he kept pushing you away with his repulsive attitude, just because Ghost didn’t want to allow anyone closer. His heart was cold, so how come you managed to stir something in him?

In a cold-blooded killer?

━ You’re better than me. All those atrocities we experienced, didn’t change you into a fuckin’ killin’ machine. A monster. Because you shouldn’t end up like me.

His right hand, not wearing any glove, slowly raised in the air until it reached your face. With the outer side of his palm and knuckles, the more scarred one, he caressed your features. The outline of your cheek and jaw, the curvature of your lips.

Your body instinctively leaned into his touch, into the tenderness it craved subconsciously. You would never imagine Ghost was capable of such intimate acts.

━ You’re not a monster, Simon ━ your mind was eased, yet body was inflamed with something more. The skin craved more answers, more clarifications. An assurance. ━ Just an idiot.

He chuckled softly, his chest tensing for a moment. You could feel it through the layers of clothes that separated you from each other.

His hand left the side of your face. The lieutenant removed his balaclava along with the skull mask. You knew it, because he placed it on the desk nearby, just in your sight. He was exposing himself to you. He wasn’t fucking around this time. He was serious.

━ Look at me.

Ghost tone was firm, a bunch of words sounding like an order. And like a good soldier you followed this one.

You slowly moved around, before leaning against the desk again, but this time you were facing him – Simon Riley himself. Not Ghost. Not a shell of a man.

His face was covered with many scars and memories, it was true, but you would never say that it mutilated him anyhow. He was still handsome, especially with his messed up blonde hair sticking to his forehead.

You didn’t even realize when the corners of your mouth twisted warmly at this sight. You couldn’t devour it for so long, because he grabbed both sides of your flustered face and pulled you into a passionate, deep kiss.

Something he was restraining himself from for so long. It became agonizing.

Your fingers shot up, surprised by the sudden grasp, filling the hollow depth between Simon’s knuckles.

This shouldn’t feel good, this should have tasted like a sin. He was in a way your superior, he was older than you and he made you believe you were his demise. Which in a way you were. He was ready to throw aside his grumpy mask, if that would make you smile more often.

Simon thought he would never expose himself like this, show his vulnerability to anyone. Until he met you.

The breathing between each kiss became a heavy panting – lovers stealing the air from each other. He has clearly shown how much he craved your closeness, the smell of your skin and the taste of your tongue. Something that was so prohibited for a long time.

━ I still can’t comprehend this, Simon. I really thought you hated me. You’re not playing with me now, are you?

You needed answers, you couldn’t just simply fall for his words. You were not a silly girl anymore. Maybe unintentionally, but during the last couple of months with such stupid behavior, he made you question a confession like this.

He abused your trust.

There was a feeling in your starved heart that Simon didn’t mean to use you or to hurt in any way, shape or form. But perhaps, due to his own life experience, he couldn’t express his emotions or desires otherwise.

Simon Riley was a strange, secluded man.

━ ‘m not. I’m sorry. But the way you fell for my teasin’, priceless.

Simon chuckled into your sensitive ear as he revealed the truth. When his warm breath tickled the skin over your neck, you tried to shield it from him, before Simon latched onto it like a bloodsucking leech.

He stepped closer towards your figure trapped in front of him, but only when he bumped into you, he realized how excited and bothered he got. How his trousers became instantly tighter against his manhood.

━ Fuck. ━ He murmured out, head hanging low in shame.

━ Simon ━ your sweet voice snatched him back to reality from the depths of his worried mind. You clung to his chest, pressing against his toned body, hands sneaking over his frame. ━ Would you like some help?

Fuck.

Simon barely managed to swallow his own saliva, when he nodded his head. He wanted to hold you, to have you. Entirely. To leave shady stamps over your skin, so the next morning you would remember this confession. You would remember him.

━ Not so tough now, aren’t we? ━ You jokingly said, when the lieutenant managed to relax a little bit. When he quit being ashamed of his boner.

━ You’ve put a spell on me, damn vixen.

━ Keep telling yourself, Lt.

The blonde man, still with the smudged black paint over his eyelids, squeezed your hip for a moment, before he reached for the thick blanket from the little, old couch. He unfolded it on the ground and you stepped closer.

Ghost grabbed your smaller hand and guided you to get down on your knees along with him. Your glossed eyes, shimmering with lust followed his handsome face. The face that he kept hidden for so long.

It was a matter of seconds, before the two of you clung to each other, lips connected with desire. Sloppily, you took some clothing off of him and yourself – like heavy, dirty shoes, his warm jacket or your trousers.

Your curious eyes noticed his tattoo. It wasn’t the first time you managed to sneak a peek, but it was a first look from this close.

Simon laid you down onto the plaid blanket and sat on his knees between your legs. His broader shoulders leaned over you, casting a shadow beneath. You kept his face close, leaving a trail of kisses over his features. His short beard tickled you here and there.

━ You okay? ━ He asked, sounding a little concerned that the things progressed so fast. But your eager nodding dispersed the worries away.

━ Still mad at you, it’s all.

━ I’ll apologize then.

Simon unzipped his pants, before he slid them slightly down the thighs. You noticed the bright, short hairs over his meaty legs, prior to him grabbing the sergeant and pulling closer to his groin.

He managed to maneuver your far more delicate form with no struggle, it amazed you how aware Simon was of his strength.

He smudged the flush tip of his hardened length down your now exposed slit. You gasped at the sudden touch there, pressing eyes shut. The soldier kissed gently over your fluttering eyelid and continued pushing forward with his hips.

When his stomach brushed in a swiping motion against your softer belly, you suppressed a mewl by biting onto your lip. Simon continued thrusting into your heat in a gentle way. In a way, you wouldn’t think that someone who hated you so much would do.

The blonde man propped against his right forearm, placed next to your head. You could clearly see how his bicep tensed with each movement. Simon’s other palm wandered over the side of your body, fingers counting the ribs under the skin.

In fact, he was so delicate his touch almost tingled.

Your thighs squished his sides, when the lieutenant speeded up the rhythm of the thrusts. You felt the crude way your bodies were connected and found pure, primitive pleasure with such an act.

How Simon moved within you, how the sex itself was passionate yet not painful, the way he made you feel secure and protected between his arms. In his arms.

When you opened enough for him, a couple of cute moans slipped from your mouth just as he pressed his forehead against yours.

━ Simon. ━ You whispered, the ecstasy of the moment becoming overwhelming.

You leaned for a sloppy kiss. No, not one. You wanted more. He kept holding himself back, waiting for your initiations.

So when you welcomed him inside your mouth, he clung to it tighter. The coiling pressure in your tummy grew stronger, making your fingers numb.

━ Si–Simon, I–

You didn’t have to finish the sentence, he already knew. The lieutenant could read you like a book. His favorite one.

━ Fuck, me too. ━ He groaned through his teeth, feeling his cock twitch inside of you.

Your hips bucked vividly into him, when you nuzzled your head into Simon’s neck – exactly where it meets with the shoulder. His scent was heavy in the air. The sound of his loud breaths filled your ears.

━ Don’t stop, don’t stop. ━ You chanted whispering, slowly drifting yourself into upcoming orgasm.

So when the coiling feeling of climax snapped inside of you, you let out a breathless moan. Your slender fingers squeezing around Simon’s arm and shoulder, lower half of the body spasming uncontrollably.

The lieutenant nearly lost himself within the divine sensations your body provided him with. Simon’s shoulders tensed, thighs flexed and he continued to lead you through your pleasure, meanwhile chasing his own.

And finally, when you started becoming limp on that plaid blanket beneath with a final, eager thrust, he climaxed too. His hips shuttered, mouth fallen agape while riding through his own peak. The Englishman muttered your name on repeat for a moment as his length throbbed.

Simon was so preoccupied with blinding delight that he hadn’t noticed when your hand cupped his jaw, another one sneaking onto his occiput, slowly rubbing circles.

━ You’re gonna be the death of me, darlin’. ━ He declared amazed, carefully resting down his body over yours.

You still, up to this moment, couldn’t believe what just had happened. The months of rage and scuffles ended in his office, on the floor. Nearly naked.

His scent was stronger than ever before – a specific brand of aftershave or a cologne? Nonetheless, it smelled like burned wood, like a campfire on a summer night. Perhaps maybe because of that you felt safe in Ghost’s embrace.

Since you laid down your head on his chest, he couldn’t stop touching your hair. The lieutenant played with the loose strands of it, flicking between his coarse fingers.

He had already given you his warm jacket, which you gladly put on and snuggled against his side, like a big teddy bear. One of your shaking legs, hooked over his. Simon pushed you even closer with his arm wrapped around your back.

━ So ━ Simon spoke softly, making sure you hadn’t fallen asleep prior to it ━ you still angry with me, eh?

━ Still debating about that, Lt.

━ Quit teasin’, bonnie.

You giggled like a foolish teenager again, your head adjusting on top of his chest. The lieutenant placed his palm over yours and you could observe how his ribcage was opening up and slowly falling down.

God, this shouldn’t feel so good.

━ Simon, shouldn’t we finish the reports?

━ Yeah, in a minute. Let’s stay like that a lil’ longer.

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Mamacita - Lee Taeyong x Reader

Now Playing: » Mamacita « Chase Atlantic 0:52 ─〇───── 3:22 ⇄ ◃◃ II ▹▹ ↻

Pairing: Mafia Leader!Taeyong x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 18,903 Total Word Count: 59,819 Part 1 of 3 - (Part 2) (Part 3)

Playlist Masterlist NCT Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ MDI, (Oh Boy), MAFIA, SMUT (unprotected, p in v, spitting, switch, choking, other's I can't remember), Minor Angst (good ending), Sexual Arrangement (Kinda FwB), Drug Abuse, Forced Drug Abuse, Overdose (survives), Attempted Murder, Sex while Intoxicated, Toxic Relationship(?), Commitment Issues, Manipulative Behaviour, Guns, Implied Age Gap

Summary: 🎵 That's my mamacita, yeah (mamacita) I won't ever leave her, yeah (yeah, yeah) Mama, I might keep her, might keep her I don't love her, but I need her, yeah 🎵 or What happens when a firey girl catches the eyes of a mafia leader

A/N: This is the first part of my 19 part NCT Song Fic Series. I had an idea for a Mamacita fic for ages now, just didn't know who to write the fic for, and Taeyong felt most fitting, The BOSS era of Taeyong just holds this power, ya know? I will admit, this fic is a bit messy with how I started with the intentions of it being the 1920s, but I got distracted and went off course, so the time setting...whatever you want

The smoke-filled air of the jazz club swirled in slow, lazy circles, mixing with the dim lighting that cast long shadows across the room. It was the kind of place where secrets were whispered over glasses of gin and deals were made with silent nods.

Lee Taeyong sat back in his booth, surveying the room. He was a man of precision, control, and power, a Mafia leader with a reputation that stretched far beyond the city’s limits. His cold gaze flickered over the crowd, his presence alone commanding the respect of everyone in the room.

Next to him, Johnny sat in relaxed silence, his broad frame casually taking up space yet holding an undeniable tension, like a spring waiting to snap. He shifted slightly, his fingers wrapped loosely around a glass, but his attention was always a half-step ahead.

Even in his apparent calm, Johnny’s eyes scanned the room constantly, watching each movement, reading the atmosphere, and noting any shift in energy.

He wasn’t just company, he was a shadow, a shield, Taeyong’s right hand man. The slight twitch of Johnny’s fingers or the subtle tilt of his head was all it ever took to send someone backing away, knowing instinctively not to cross a line.

In the haze of cigar smoke and the slow, sultry notes of the trumpet from the band, she appeared. A girl with an effortless grace, a fur tippet draped elegantly over her shoulders and a silk dress that clung to her curves as it fell to her calves.

She moved with a confidence that turned heads, her stride bold, unbothered by the eyes following her every move as she crossed the floor like she owned it, an intoxicating presence that demanded attention.

Taeyong's eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued. He watched as she reached the bar, her fingertips brushing the countertop as she slid onto a stool. It didn’t take long for a man to make his move, a tall, smug-looking guy who approached her with the confidence of someone who thought he had a chance. The man leaned in, grinning as he offered her a drink.

Without a word, she lifted her hand, palm out, gracefully rejecting him. Her expression didn't change, no smile, no irritation, just a calm, decisive dismissal. The man stammered, taken aback, before slinking away, embarrassed.

Taeyong’s lips curled into a smirk. This girl wasn’t like the others, easily swayed by attention or drinks. She had a control about her, a sense of power that intrigued him. He glanced at Johnny, who raised an eyebrow, sensing Taeyong's interest.

“This is going to be fun,” Taeyong thought, his smirk deepening. This wasn't just about attraction anymore, it was about the thrill of a challenge. He liked a challenge, and this girl had just presented herself as one.

With a subtle nod to Johnny, Taeyong stood, adjusting the cuffs of his suit jacket. He moved towards the bar, his steps calculated, his gaze fixed on her as if he’d already won the game. He knew he stood out, a man like him always did, but he wasn’t concerned with the usual attention. His focus was on her. She was beautiful, but it was the mystery behind her eyes that drew him in.

He had no idea she was already one step ahead, waiting for him to take the bait.

She was sitting at the bar now, laughing softly at something one of the men beside her had said. But her eyes flickered, sharp and calculating beneath her playful exterior. The energy she radiated was magnetic, a dangerous kind of allure. As Taeyong approached, her gaze shifted, meeting his with a spark of interest, though she masked it quickly behind an easy, almost indifferent smile.

Without a word, Taeyong slid into the seat beside her, his presence commanding even in its silence. He flagged down the bartender with a flick of his wrist, ordering a glass of whiskey for himself, his voice smooth but firm. Turning slightly toward her, he nodded toward the bar.

“Order whatever you want,” he said, his tone calm, but the underlying authority in his voice left little room for argument.

She tilted her head slightly, studying him for a moment, her lips curling into a half-smile. There was something about him, his quiet intensity, the way he didn’t try too hard like the others. He wasn’t the type to beg for her attention, and that intrigued her, even if her reasons for liking him were far from innocent.

“I'm good,” she replied casually, waving off the offer.

Her eyes flickered toward his, a hint of challenge in them. She wasn't the kind of woman who needed a man to buy her drinks, and she certainly wasn’t going to fall into that cliché.

Taeyong’s eyes didn’t waver. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady on her, unbothered by her initial refusal. “I insist.”

She laughed softly, the sound playful but guarded. Her fingers drummed lightly on the counter as she considered him. Men like Taeyong were usually so easy to manipulate, but this one…he was different. He didn’t fawn over her, didn’t push, just presented the offer as if it were a mere formality. There was power in that, and it piqued her interest even more.

“You really want to buy me a drink, don’t you?” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

“I know what I want,” he said simply, his voice low and calm. “I think you do, too.”

Her smile widened, but this time there was something darker behind it. She saw an opportunity with him, one she could exploit. She didn’t need his money, but there was something far more valuable she could take from him. He was strong, confident, and clearly powerful, but every man had his weaknesses. She’d find his soon enough.

“Fine,” she relented, her voice dripping with false casualness. “I’ll have a gin and tonic.”

Taeyong signalled to the bartender before turning back to her, his eyes gleaming with subtle amusement. He leaned back in his seat slightly, letting the moment stretch just long enough to keep her guessing.

“I didn’t catch your name,” he said smoothly.

She tilted her head, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “I didn’t offer it,” she replied, her voice light, teasing. “But since you’re asking…it’s Y/n.”

“Y/n,” Taeyong repeated as if testing the weight of her name on his tongue. “I’m Taeyong.”

“Nice to meet you, Taeyong,” she said casually, though her gaze lingered on him for a beat longer as if assessing how much she could get from this encounter. “So, what does someone like you do for fun?”

Taeyong smirked, resting his elbow on the back of his seat, his fingers tapping lightly against the leather. “Fun’s not exactly something I have a lot of time for.”

“Shame,” she said, swirling the drink as it was placed in front of her. “A man like you should know how to enjoy himself.”

“I find ways,” he responded, his voice low, laced with a challenge that matched her own.

He was curious now, what she was really after, how much she thought she could push. But at the same time, he couldn’t deny the pull she had over him, something magnetic in the way she seemed to both invite and deflect his attention all at once.

Y/n took a slow sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving his. “Well, maybe tonight you’ll have some time to indulge,” she said, her tone hinting at far more than the drink in her hand.

Taeyong smiled, satisfied. As the bartender poured her drink, she looked back at him, her eyes flashing with a mix of curiosity and something else, something predatory. He might think he was in control, but she was already planning how to bend him to her will.

To her, he was just another man. One she could use, one she could leave broken when she was done. But for now, she’d play along, letting him believe this was a game they were both equally invested in.

As she raised her glass to her lips, Taeyong leaned back in his seat, watching her with quiet fascination, completely unaware of the danger that lay beneath her charming exterior.

“So,” he began, his voice low but firm, “what brings you here tonight?”

She raised an eyebrow, the corners of her lips curling into a teasing smile. “Same thing that brings everyone to places like this, I suppose. A little fun, a little escape.”

She swirled the gin and tonic in her glass before taking a sip, her eyes gleaming with a playful spark. “What about you? You don’t strike me as someone who needs an escape.”

Taeyong chuckled softly, a sound that barely escaped his throat. “Maybe I don’t. But sometimes it’s nice to step away from…business.” He glanced around the bar, noting the crowd, before his gaze returned to her. “This place is good.”

Her smile deepened, and she rested her chin on her hand, looking at him with an almost cat-like curiosity. “Good, huh? And what makes you say that?”

Taeyong’s eyes flickered over her, taking in her confidence, her ease in the space, but also the sharpness behind it all. “I’d say you have something to do with it.”

Her laugh was soft but not entirely warm, a touch of something more dangerous behind it. “You don’t waste time, do you?”

“Time’s valuable. No point in wasting it.”

She studied him for a moment, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “So, what do you do then, if time’s so valuable? Something tells me you’re not just some regular guy out for a drink.”

He gave her a half-smile, his expression unreadable. “You’re not wrong. But I’m guessing you don’t care much for the details.”

She shrugged, leaning back in her seat. “Details can be fun sometimes. Depends on what they’re hiding.”

Taeyong watched her closely, intrigued by how easily she navigated the conversation, always keeping things just out of reach, never revealing too much. She was smart, quick on her feet, and something about her kept him on edge in a way he wasn’t used to.

“And what about you?” he asked, his tone steady but probing. “You seem to know how to handle yourself.”

Her smile turned into something more sly, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I’ve had a lot of practice,” she said lightly, but there was an edge to her voice. “But I’d say you’re different too. Not like most men who approach me.”

Taeyong leaned forward slightly, his gaze hardening, though his voice remained calm. “You say that like you’ve figured me out.”

“Maybe I have,” she said, swirling her drink again before taking another sip. “You’re confident, sure of yourself. You like control, but you’re used to people falling in line without you having to ask. I’d bet most don’t even try to challenge you.”

Taeyong’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes. He was used to being in control, used to reading others, but she was different. She seemed to see through the layers he kept carefully guarded.

“And what if you’re wrong?” he asked, his voice soft but with a quiet intensity.

She met his gaze without flinching, her smile still playing on her lips. “I’m not.”

They stared at each other for a moment, the tension between them thickening, though it was layered with something unspoken, a game they were both playing but for very different reasons.

He was captivated by her, drawn to her in a way that felt dangerous but exciting. But she…she was already plotting. She saw an opportunity to control him, to pull him into her world and twist him around her finger. She’d done it before, and she would do it again.

But for now, she’d play along, letting him think he had the upper hand. Letting him believe that this was his game, when really, it had been hers all along.

Taeyong swirled the amber liquid in his glass, watching her closely. The way she moved, the way she carried herself, it was intoxicating. There was something about her that stood out from the crowd of women who usually tried to catch his attention.

“You’re not like other girls,” he said, the words slipping out before he could think twice.

She raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “What makes you think I’m different from any other girl?”

He faltered for a second, caught off guard by her response. He hadn’t expected her to challenge him like that, to turn his words on him so easily. His mind raced for something to say, but the usual smoothness wasn’t there, and he found himself at a rare loss.

“Well, I mean–” he began, but she cut him off with a light, almost amused laugh.

“You obviously don’t talk to many women, if you thought that would flatter me, you are mistaken,” she teased, her voice dripping with playful mockery as she sipped her drink. “That line might work on someone else, but you’ll have to do better than that with me.”

He felt a surge of something unfamiliar, was it frustration? No, it was more than that. He wasn’t used to being put on the back foot, wasn’t used to someone turning the tables so quickly. But the challenge only made him more intrigued.

“I’m not trying to use lines,” he said, recovering quickly, his voice steady again. “Just telling you what I see.”

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she tilted her head slightly. “And what exactly do you see?”

He leaned forward, locking eyes with her, refusing to back down from her challenge this time. “I see someone who knows exactly what she wants. And isn’t afraid to take it.”

"Maybe you're right about that.” Her smile widened, but there was something sharp behind it. “So,” she said, breaking the silence, her voice soft but laced with mischief, “what’s the next step for a man like you?”

Taeyong smirked, leaning back again, his fingers resting lightly on his glass. “That depends. You up for a challenge?”

Her eyes gleamed as she raised her glass. “Always.”

Taeyong watched her closely, the intensity in his gaze never wavering as he contemplated his next move. He could feel the tug-of-war between them, both of them playing a game neither was fully willing to reveal just yet.

He set his glass down with a quiet thud, leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, velvety tone. “Why don’t we get out of here? I’ve got the best room in town. Private. Somewhere we can...talk more.”

Her lips quirked up into a knowing smile, eyes sparkling with intrigue. She cocked her head, feigning consideration, though her next move was already decided. “A hotel, huh? And what makes you think I’d go with you?”

Taeyong’s smirk deepened, sensing her challenge. “Because you came here for fun, right?” He paused, letting his words linger between them, watching her reaction carefully. “And I can promise, it won’t be boring.”

She eyed him for a moment, tapping her fingers rhythmically against her glass. Her usual tactics were to keep men like Taeyong guessing, but she couldn’t deny that there was something about him that drew her in, a rare mix of power and allure.

She leaned back, lifting her glass in a casual motion, giving him a lingering look. “Alright. Let’s see what this hotel of yours is all about.”

Taeyong signalled to the bartender, throwing some bills on the counter as he stood up. She watched as he extended a hand toward her, his eyes never leaving hers. A sense of control hung in the air between them, but neither was willing to fully submit just yet.

As she placed her hand in his, she couldn’t help but smile to herself. This would be fun.

Taeyong placed his hand gently on her lower back, guiding her through the dimly lit club with an air of authority that radiated from him effortlessly. The haze of smoke and the hum of conversations faded as they approached the exit, her heels clicking on the polished floor while his steps remained deliberate and calm.

Before they reached the door, Taeyong glanced to the side, his voice low but firm. "Johnny."

Johnny, who had been keeping a discreet eye on everything from a distance, moved swiftly toward them. His tall frame emerged from the shadows, his expression unreadable as he approached, nodding in acknowledgment. No words were needed between the two, Johnny knew exactly what his boss required.

With a subtle motion of his head, Taeyong led her outside, the cool night air hitting them as they stepped into the quiet street. The car was already waiting under the dim streetlights, the vehicle as polished and intimidating as the man beside her.

Johnny walked ahead, opening the car door, and slipping into the driver’s seat without a sound. Taeyong held the back door open for her, his hand still resting on her back as he ushered her inside. She slid in smoothly, the seat cold against her skin, though the tension between them kept the air warm.

Taeyong followed her in, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Johnny didn’t hesitate as he started the engine, pulling away from the club and heading toward their destination. The car purred through the city streets, the world outside passing in a blur of streetlights and shadows.

In the back seat, Taeyong’s hand casually rested on his knee, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as he glanced at her. She returned his gaze, the flicker of a smirk dancing on her lips. The game was still on, neither of them ready to let their guard down.

Johnny drove in silence, the quiet hum of the car's engine filling the space between them.

The car pulled up smoothly in front of an exclusive hotel, its towering building glowing softly against the dark sky. The doorman stepped forward, nodding politely as Johnny brought the vehicle to a stop. Taeyong’s hand had never left the small of her back, his touch steady and deliberate as he gestured for her to exit.

She glanced up at the luxurious hotel, her expression calm, but inside, she noted every detail, how quiet it was, how the staff responded to him with subtle deference, as if they already knew who he was. Taeyong opened the door for her, stepping out first before offering his hand. She took it with a delicate grip, her smile smooth as she stepped onto the curb.

Johnny remained behind the wheel, watching from the driver’s seat as Taeyong led her inside. The grand entrance was all marble and chandeliers, the air inside cool and fragrant with the scent of expensive cologne. They didn’t stop at the front desk, Taeyong didn’t need to.

With his hand still gently guiding her, they headed toward the private elevator at the back, its ornate brass doors gleaming under the dim lighting. The intricate design of vines and roses etched into the metal gave it a sense of grandeur, and as they approached, the bellman in his crisp uniform tipped his hat before manually sliding the door open for them.

He pressed the keypad, and the elevator hummed to life, the numbers blinking as they ascended. She leaned back against the elevator wall, the gleam of the metal reflecting her calm yet curious expression. Taeyong remained poised, his eyes on her, studying her as if he were still trying to unravel the mystery she presented.

The silence between them was thick with anticipation, both aware of the unspoken tension that had been building since the moment they locked eyes. As the elevator doors slid open, revealing the penthouse floor, Taeyong stepped out first, glancing over his shoulder to make sure she followed.

He led her down a quiet hallway, stopping at a set of double doors at the end. He opened the door to his suite and gestured for her to enter.

The room was grand and opulent, with tall windows framed by heavy velvet drapes, offering a view of the twinkling city lights beyond. Ornate chandeliers cast a soft, golden glow over the richly decorated space, filled with dark mahogany furniture and plush, embroidered armchairs.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and perfume, adding to the room’s refined yet intimate atmosphere. She wandered a few steps inside, her heels clicking softly against the polished wooden floor, as she took in the luxury of the surroundings. Behind her, Taeyong quietly shut the heavy door, sealing them in.

“Not bad,” she remarked, her voice teasing as she turned to face him, though her gaze was sharper now.

Taeyong chuckled softly, stepping toward her, his presence filling the room. “I like to surround myself with the best,” he said, his voice low as his eyes lingered on her.

The city lights sparkled in the background, but neither of them paid any attention to it. Here, in the quiet luxury of the suite, the stakes had shifted.

Taeyong, still captivated by her, leaned in closer, his voice a quiet murmur. “Do you always make men work this hard for your attention?”

She smirked, turning her head slightly to meet his gaze, her tone just as playful. “Only the ones worth my time.”

Taeyong’s eyes darkened with amusement, but there was something more beneath the surface, something that hinted at how easily this night could turn dangerous. But for now, it was all part of the game they both seemed so eager to play.

Y/n’s eyes drifted over the room, drawn to a small, intricately carved wooden cabinet in the corner. Its brass handles gleamed under the soft light, catching her attention. She walked over, curiosity guiding her hands as she opened it to reveal a collection of crystal decanters, each filled with deep amber and golden liquids.

She smiled to herself, her fingers grazing the neck of a bottle. Lifting it out carefully, she admired the label, something foreign, expensive. The liquid inside shimmered as she tilted it in her hand.

“Seems you have a taste for the finer things,” she remarked, her voice carrying over to Taeyong, who was watching her closely from across the room.

“Only the best,” he replied smoothly, his eyes never leaving her as she uncorked the bottle and poured herself a small glass.

She raised the glass to her lips, the scent of the rich alcohol filling her senses as she took a slow sip, savoring the burn. “Fitting,” she murmured, glancing back at him with a playful gleam in her eye. “For someone like you.”

Without warning, Y/n set the glass down on the table, her steps deliberate as she moved toward Taeyong. The playful glint in her eyes had sharpened into something more intense, something dangerous. Before he could react, she was in front of him, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating off her skin.

Then, she kissed him.

It was sudden and bold, her lips pressing against his with a fierce urgency that took him by surprise. He tasted the alcohol on her tongue, the rich flavor of the whiskey she had just sipped mingling with the heat of the moment.

His instincts kicked in, and for a split second, he hesitated, caught off guard by her forwardness. But the hesitation quickly melted away as he leaned into the kiss, his hand finding her lower back, pulling her closer.

The kiss deepened, and for a moment, the world outside disappeared, leaving just the two of them, locked in an unspoken power struggle masked by passion. He could feel the control she thought she had, the way she tried to lead, but Taeyong wasn’t one to be easily controlled.

As they pulled apart, her breath was shallow, her eyes searching his. There was a flicker of something, surprise, maybe, at how easily he had matched her intensity.

Y/n leaned back, her eyes dark with mischief as she bit her lower lip, still tasting him.

“Got anything stronger?” she asked, voice dripping with suggestion, though it wasn’t just alcohol she was referring to.

Taeyong raised a brow, catching her meaning instantly. He knew he shouldn’t. Every part of him, the part that was calculated and careful, warned him against it. But tonight, with the way she looked at him, the way her body pressed against his, he felt reckless. Careless. He had already let his guard down more than he should have.

“Maybe,” he muttered, taking a step back as his eyes scanned her face for any hesitation.

There was none. Her smile widened, dangerous and inviting.

Without another word, Taeyong turned and walked towards the bedroom. Each step he took felt like a deliberate move into something deeper, darker. He shouldn’t be doing this, but something about her, her energy, her wildness, was pulling him further in.

For a man like him, a renowned mafia leader, carrying drugs wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. It was just another part of the empire he’d built, alongside the money, the power, the fear. He dealt with it all the time, moving shipments through back channels, controlling the flow of illegal substances across borders like it was second nature.

He had grown numb to the risks, to the constant threats of betrayal and law enforcement. It was just business. The same cold, calculated moves that had earned him his reputation, feared and respected in equal measure. But tonight, he wasn’t thinking like a businessman. He wasn’t thinking like the mafia boss who always stayed ten steps ahead.

No, tonight, he felt careless. He felt reckless. Maybe it was her, maybe it was the way she made him feel alive in a way nothing else did anymore. Whatever it was, it made him forget the rules he usually lived by.

Walking out of the room, Taeyong tossed it to her. The small package flew through the air, landing neatly in Y/n’s hands. Her face lit up immediately, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she tore the corner of the package with her teeth.

A satisfied smile spread across her lips as she held it up, inspecting it. “Now we’re talking,” she murmured, her gaze flicking back to Taeyong, full of promise.

Taeyong leaned against the doorframe, watching her with a mix of amusement and anticipation, his smirk lingering. He might have known better, but tonight wasn’t about caution, it was about letting go.

Taeyong chuckled, watching her with a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Careful with that,” he warned, his voice low and smooth, but with an edge of seriousness.

She caught his gaze, her grin widening as she tossed the brick onto a nearby table. “It’s not for me,” she replied with a shrug, her tone casual, almost dismissive.

For a moment, he wanted to ask, wanted to pry into what exactly she had planned. But before he could, she was already closing the distance between them, her steps slow and deliberate. He noticed the glint in her eyes, the dangerous allure of someone playing a game, and then she tipped back her drink, the liquid flowing into her mouth.

Without missing a beat, she grabbed the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, and pulled him in for another kiss. The contact was fierce, urgent, and just as he felt her lips pressing hard against his, he realized what she was doing. She parted her mouth slightly, transferring the burning liquid from hers into his.

The sharp taste of alcohol hit his tongue, and he swallowed instinctively, the heat rushing through him as he felt the fire between them intensify. She pulled back just a fraction, her breath mingling with his as her eyes locked onto his, daring him to take control of whatever came next.

As she kissed Taeyong, a thrill of mischief was brewing in her. With one hand still gripping the back of his neck, she reached for the package of cocaine, deftly opening it with her other hand. Her pinky fingernail slid into the fine white powder, scooping up a small amount, the movement almost teasing as she pulled back from the kiss.

She held the substance in front of him, a playful smirk playing on her lips. “You think you can handle this?” she teased, her tone laced with challenge and excitement.

The air was thick with tension, and Taeyong’s gaze flickered from her mischievous smile to the powder she held, his heart racing at the mix of danger and allure.

“Is that a dare?” he asked, arching an eyebrow, intrigued by her boldness.

“Maybe,” she replied, her voice low, the words dripping with seduction. “Or maybe I just want to see what kind of man you really are.”

The challenge hung in the air between them, igniting a fire that neither of them wanted to extinguish.

Without a second thought, Taeyong leaned in, his eyes locked onto hers as sniffed the powder straight from her finger. He tipped his head back, getting used to the feeling of the substance in his nose. The fine white powder slid effortlessly into his nostrils, a rush that ignited a spark in his veins. As he processed, he felt her lips press against his neck, warm and inviting, sending shivers down his spine.

“You take it often?” she asked, her breath hot against his skin, the question laced with curiosity and a hint of challenge.

He chuckled softly, his voice slightly breathless. “I don’t buy it. I deal it,” he replied, a glint of mischief in his eyes. The thrill of the moment heightened the tension between them, a game of power and allure.

Her brows furrowed slightly, feigning innocence. “I thought you weren’t supposed to take your own stuff,” she countered, her tone playful yet probing.

Taeyong smirked, the corners of his mouth lifting as he leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear. “I can’t deny a pretty girl like you,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence.

The allure of the moment was intoxicating, and the night was only just beginning.

The air crackled with an electric tension, the kind that only deepened the longer they were together. Taeyong turned, his gaze intense, locking onto hers as if daring her to make the next move. She felt the heat radiating off him, the intoxicating blend of alcohol and adrenaline swirling around them like a heady perfume.

Without breaking eye contact, Taeyong took her hand, intertwining their fingers with a possessive grip.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere a little more…comfortable?” he suggested, his voice low and sultry.

Her heart raced at the invitation, a thrill coursing through her veins. She didn’t hesitate, nodding slightly as he led her through the opulent space. The rich decor faded into the background, her focus entirely on him, the way his eyes glinted with mischief, the way he moved with an effortless confidence that made her pulse quicken.

As they reached the door to the bedroom, Taeyong paused, glancing over his shoulder to gauge her reaction. She wore a teasing smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“What’s the matter? Afraid I might bite?” she teased, her tone light yet daring.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he opened the door, revealing a dimly lit sanctuary adorned with plush furnishings and decadent decor. “I’m counting on it,” he replied, stepping aside to let her enter first.

She stepped into the room, taking in the lavish surroundings, the thick curtains, the soft glow of the lamps, and the king-sized bed draped in silky sheets. It felt like a dream, but she knew better. The real thrill was the man behind her, his presence radiating heat and danger.

Taeyong closed the door behind them, the soft click echoing in the intimate space. He stepped closer, his breath warm against her neck as he leaned in, whispering, “You sure you can handle what comes next?”

With a bold grin, she turned to face him, her hands finding their way to the collar of his shirt, fingers teasingly brushing against his skin. “Oh, I can handle a lot more than you think.”

With that, she pulled him in for another kiss, her lips crashing against his with a fervor that set the room ablaze. As the kiss deepened, she felt his hands slide around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, tangled in a moment that promised so much more.

Their lips moved in sync, a heated dance that only intensified as Taeyong's hands explored the curves of her body. His fingers pressed into her waist, pulling her flush against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers with a tantalizing hunger. She moaned softly into his mouth, a sound that sent a spark of satisfaction through him.

He guided her backward, step by step, until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed. Without breaking the kiss, she sank onto the plush sheets, her fingers fumbling to undo the buttons of his shirt. The fabric slipped from his shoulders, revealing the toned expanse of his chest beneath, the dim light casting shadows that highlighted every sharp line of muscle.

Taeyong hovered over her, his breath ragged as his gaze traced the length of her body. “You’re trouble,” he muttered, but the grin on his face suggested he didn’t mind one bit.

She laughed softly, tugging him down to meet her again. “You like it.”

His lips found hers once more, this time slower, more deliberate. The weight of him pressed her into the mattress, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their bodies moved together. Each kiss was a promise, each touch a tease of what was to come.

Her hand slipped to the side, fingers brushing against the opened package of cocaine on the nightstand. She picked it up with a smirk, holding it up in front of him as their kiss broke. “Want more?” she teased, her voice dripping with playful wickedness.

Taeyong’s gaze flicked to the powder, then back to her. His breath hitched slightly, but he leaned down, brushing his lips along her jawline, then lower, down her neck.

“Maybe later,” he whispered against her skin, his voice rough with desire.

Y/n smirked at Taeyong’s teasing restraint, her fingers idly tracing along his jaw as his lips explored the curve of her neck.

"Maybe later?" she echoed, her voice sultry and daring. "Why wait?"

She picked up the package of cocaine again, holding it in front of him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “What if I made it more interesting?” Her tone was playful, but there was an edge to it, a challenge.

Taeyong raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking between her and the package. “What are you suggesting?” he asked, his voice low, curiosity piqued.

Without answering, Y/n tore open the plastic and dipped her fingers in, lightly sprinkling a line of the powder along her collarbone and down between her breasts. She reclined back, holding herself up on her elbows, gazing up at him with a wicked smile.

Taeyong’s eyes darkened with desire at the sight of her, the offer too tempting to resist. His hand came to rest on her hip as he leaned down, his breath warm against her skin. Without hesitation, he dipped his head, inhaling the line of powder in one swift motion, his nose brushing lightly along the trail she had created.

As he finished, Y/n tilted her head back with a soft gasp, her fingers threading through his hair.

"How’s that for a rush?" she murmured, pulling him back up to her level.

Taeyong wiped the remnants of the powder from his nose, his pupils blown wide from both the high and the heat between them.

“You’re dangerous,” he muttered, his lips hovering over hers.

"And you love it," she whispered back before capturing his mouth again, the thrill of it all sending their chemistry into overdrive.

Taeyong dipped his, her heart pounding in her chest as his kisses moved lower, trailing down her collarbone, then to the curve of her breasts, as if following the line she had made.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him, encouraging him. He took his time, savoring every inch of her, while the tension between them grew almost unbearable.

“Taeyong,” she breathed, her voice laced with impatience, desire coiling tightly inside her.

He pulled back slightly, meeting her eyes with a smirk. “Patience, Baby. I’m just getting started.” His words sent a rush of heat through her, her body already anticipating the thrill of what he would do next.

Taeyong's words hung in the air, heavy with promise, as he sat up on his knees above her, his eyes dark and intense as they roamed over her body.

Slowly, deliberately, his hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest. He didn’t rush, taking his time, watching her reaction with every piece of fabric that fell away.

Y/n bit her lip, her eyes never leaving him as she felt the tension between them grow thicker. She examined the ink that covered his skin, small tattoos on his torso and arms.

She could feel the heat of his gaze as it traveled down her figure, making her skin tingle in anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, pushing the fabric down her body. Her skin was flushed with excitement, every inch of her exposed to him now.

Taeyong’s breath hitched as his eyes devoured the sight of her standing there, unapologetically bold and seductive. He reached for her, his fingers grazing her waist before trailing down to the curve of her hips, pulling her closer.

"You’re something else," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, his lips ghosting over the side of her neck.

Her hands slid down his torso, finding their way to his belt. With deliberate movements, she unfastened it, her fingers deftly working on the button and zipper of his pants. The air between them was electric, their touches slow, savoring the tension that crackled between them.

Taeyong’s eyes darkened as she leaned back onto the bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress. He pulled his pants off the rest of the way, letting them fall to the floor, then followed her down, hovering back above her with a predatory grace.

The heat between them was undeniable, his body close enough to feel, but not quite touching. His breath ghosted over her skin as his eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her lying beneath him, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.

He kissed her again, this time deeper, more intense, his hands roaming freely over her bare skin, mapping out every curve. Y/n responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more, needing more.

Taeyong broke the kiss for just a second, his forehead resting against hers as they both caught their breath. "I can’t tell if it’s the coke that’s got me fucked up, or if it’s you," he whispered.

A sly smile curled on her lips as she glanced up at him, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Maybe it’s both," she teased, her fingers trailing lightly down his chest. "But I’d bet on me."

Her touch was electrifying, leaving a trail of heat in its wake as she explored the firm lines of his body. Taeyong groaned softly, his forehead still pressed against hers, their breath mingling in the charged space between them. His hands skimmed down her sides, every touch deliberate, as if he was savoring each second.

"You’re dangerous, Baby," he murmured, his voice rough but playful.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, his body pressing her into the soft mattress. She welcomed the weight of him, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as they gave in to the electric pull between them.

"Only for you," she whispered against his lips, her voice soft but edged with the same intensity that burned in both of them.

His hips bucked forward, the his hard length rubbing against her sensitive core. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as waves of pleasure washed over her. He growled, his teeth grazing her neck as he nipped gently.

Guiding himself to her entrance, he positioned the head of his member just inches away from her warmth. Taeyong pulled away from her neck and their eyes locked, holding onto each other for a fleeting moment before he slowly pushed inward. She arched her back, meeting him halfway as he slid inside her with agonizing slowness.

Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them building with every movement. Taeyong's hips moved against hers with a steady, determined rhythm, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. His grip on her hips tightened as he pulled her closer with each thrust, the intensity of their connection growing with every second.

Y/n’s back arched against the bed, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her as she matched his pace. The friction between them was electric, each movement pushing them closer to the edge. Taeyong’s breath was hot against her neck as he buried his face there, groaning softly with every thrust.

The bed creaked beneath them, and the sound of their ragged breathing mixed with the raw, physical rhythm of their bodies. Every sensation was heightened, the tension between them building, and neither of them wanted it to end. Taeyong was so lost in the moment, Y/n saw her opportunity.

Y/n shifted quickly, rolling Taeyong onto his back, catching him off guard. “What–” he started, but the words died in his throat as she straddled him, her hands pressing against his chest to keep him in place. His surprise faded, replaced by a dark, hungry look as he watched her take control.

"My turn," she teased, her voice low, as she positioned herself over him.

Without waiting for a response, she began to move, her hips grinding down onto him with fierce determination. The intensity of her movements drew a deep groan from Taeyong, his fingers digging into her thighs as he let her take over.

“Fuck,” he muttered through gritted teeth, his gaze locked on her.

Y/n’s movements were unrelenting, each bounce driving him deeper inside her, and the raw need between them grew with every second. The bed shook beneath them as their bodies collided, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin filling the room.

“You like that?” Y/n asked, her voice breathless, her hands braced against his chest as she continued to ride him hard.

"You're gonna kill me," Taeyong groaned, his head tipping back against the pillow as his grip tightened on her hips.

She leaned forward, her hair falling around them like a curtain, framing the heated exchange of their gazes.

"I'll take my chances," she shot back with a smirk, picking up the pace. His low, guttural groans encouraged her, each thrust pushing them closer to the edge.

Y/n continued to ride him, her movements steady and relentless. As she leaned forward, she captured Taeyong's lips in a heated kiss, their mouths moving in perfect sync. The taste of him ignited a fire inside her, but just as quickly as the kiss began, she pulled back, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

Taeyong blinked, momentarily dazed, only to catch sight of her holding the bottle of alcohol again, something he hadn’t even noticed her bring into the room. A mix of surprise and intrigue flickered in his eyes as she held it above him, the dim light reflecting off the glass.

“Thought you might want a drink,” she said with a mischievous grin, tilting the bottle to pour a steady stream into his mouth.

He gulped it down, the warmth of the liquor sliding down his throat and mingling with the heat radiating from their bodies.

“Damn, tryna get me fucked up,” he chuckled, licking his lips as he met her gaze, a mix of admiration and desire swirling within him.

“Looks that way,” she replied, her tone playful as she lowered the bottle, leaning closer to him once more.

Y/n's hands found their way to Taeyong's neck, her fingers curling around him with a firm grip, nails digging in just enough to send a thrill of intensity coursing through his veins. The sensation of her touch mixed with the alcohol and the rush of lust swirling inside him made everything feel electric. He was intoxicated, not just from the liquor and drugs, but from her, from this moment.

Taeyong had never felt anything like this before, especially not while in such a submissive position. It was new territory, a vulnerability he hadn't expected to embrace so eagerly. The power dynamics felt deliciously inverted, and the way Y/n held him, a mix of dominance and seduction, only fueled the fire burning inside him.

“God, you’re intoxicating,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire.

Her fingers tightened around his neck, urging him to focus entirely on her. The thrill of her control sent shivers down his spine, and he found himself lost in her gaze, utterly captivated.

“Good,” she replied, her voice sultry and low, sending heat pooling in his stomach. “I want you to feel everything.”

She pressed her body down against him, their skin slick with sweat and desire, and he could feel every pulse of her heartbeat against his own. Taeyong let out a low groan, completely at her mercy, relishing the feeling of being wanted, desired, something he wasn’t used to feeling in such an intense way.

“Then show me,” he challenged, his eyes dark with need, urging her to take him deeper into this wild dance of passion they had created together.

Y/n's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “You’re going to have to earn it,” she teased, her voice dripping with playful seduction. The challenge hung in the air between them, and Taeyong felt his heart race in response.

“Is that so?” he replied, a smirk creeping onto his face. He thrusted his hips up into her, feeling the way her body reacted to the movement, a subtle arch, a soft gasp. The control was intoxicating, but he craved more.

“Yeah,” she purred, her fingers still wrapped around his neck as she leaned back slightly, giving him a view of her fiery determination. “I want to see how far you’re willing to go for me.” Her playful demeanor only heightened the thrill coursing through him.

With that, Y/n began to move again, her hips rolling slowly at first, teasingly, then building in intensity as she found her rhythm. Each thrust was deliberate, each movement sending shockwaves through them both.

Taeyong’s breath came in quick, ragged gasps as he struggled to maintain his composure, overwhelmed by the sensation of her body enveloping him completely.

“Y/n,” he groaned, his voice laced with desperation. “You’re killing me.”

She leaned in, pressing her lips against his for a brief, heated kiss before pulling away to gaze down at him.

“And you love every second of it,” she shot back, her confidence radiating as she continued to ride him, each motion pushing them closer to the edge.

“Yeah, I do,” he admitted, a low chuckle escaping him despite the overwhelming lust. “But don’t think I’ll let you have all the fun.”

With a sudden burst of energy, he shifted beneath her, using the grip of her nails on his neck to pull her closer, flipping their positions once more. Now, he was the one on top, hovering over her with a smirk that spoke of playful dominance.

“Now it’s my turn,” he declared, his voice low and commanding.

Taeyong leaned down, capturing her lips again as he began to thrust into her with a newfound intensity, determined to show her just how much he wanted her. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies moving together, each moan and gasp echoing off the walls, creating a symphony of their shared passion.

Y/n’s nails dug deeper into his back, urging him on as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered between kisses, her breath hot against his skin, pushing him further into the frenzy of desire they had ignited together.

The intensity between them built to an almost unbearable level as Taeyong drove into her with fervor. Each thrust ignited a fire that consumed them, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, the rhythm of their pleasure growing more urgent with each passing moment. Y/n's breathy gasps turned into sharp cries, each sound urging him on, pushing him closer to the edge.

“Taeyong,” she moaned, her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him down for another searing kiss.

The heat radiating from their bodies enveloped them, amplifying the sensations coursing through their veins. “I’m so close...”

He could feel her tightening around him, the way her body responded to his every movement.

“Me too,” he grunted, his voice strained with effort and desire.

He thrust deeper, harder, trying to prolong the inevitable, wanting to savor every second of their connection.

Y/n’s eyes met his, wild with passion and urgency. The fire in her gaze matched the one burning inside him, and with that, they both surrendered completely to the waves of pleasure crashing over them, their orgasm overtaking them.

With one last powerful thrust, Taeyong felt the rush of ecstasy build to its peak. Y/n cried out his name as she hit her climax, her body arching beneath him, pulsing around him as waves of pleasure washed over her.

The sensation pushed Taeyong over the edge as well, his own release hitting him hard and fast, his hot cum coating her insides. He felt the world around him fade away, the only reality being the intoxicating bliss they shared. Their bodies moved together, lost in the pleasure, every gasp, every moan, an affirmation of their desire.

As they both rode out the final waves of their climax, Taeyong collapsed against her, breathless and spent. He could feel Y/n’s heart racing beneath him, the warmth of their connection lingering in the air.

“Fuck,” he murmured, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as he looked down at her.

Y/n met his gaze, a satisfied grin breaking across her lips. “That was something,” she said, her breath still shaky from the intensity.

“Something doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he replied, chuckling softly as he shifted to lay beside her, still feeling the remnants of their passion enveloping them like a warm blanket.

Taeyong propped himself up on one elbow, watching as Y/n breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling with each breath. A sense of awe washed over him at the sight of her, still glowing from their shared intensity. He leaned in and pressed a hot kiss against her cheek, feeling the warmth radiate from her skin.

As he pulled back, a smile played on his lips, but he noticed Y/n shifting to get out of bed.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice low and slightly teasing.

She paused, looking back at him with a hint of confusion. “I thought I’d head off...”

“Stay the night,” he interrupted, his tone earnest as he reached out to gently pull her back toward him. “Please.”

Y/n hesitated for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. But then, she felt the warmth of Taeyong's hand on her wrist, his grip firm yet inviting. There was something about his gaze, intense, sincere, that made her heart race all over again.

“Just stay,” he said softly, his eyes searching hers. “I want you here.”

She bit her lip, weighing her options, but ultimately felt drawn to him. With a resigned smile, she slid back into bed, her body naturally gravitating towards his. Taeyong relaxed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him.

“See? Isn’t this better?” he murmured, resting his chin on her head as they settled into the warmth of the moment.

Y/n nodded, feeling the comfort of being near him, allowing herself to savor the afterglow of their passion.

As they lay intertwined in the sheets, the room felt enveloped in a hushed intimacy, punctuated only by the soft sounds of their breathing. Y/n nestled closer to Taeyong, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her cheek.

The intoxicating blend of lust and satisfaction lingered in the air, mingling with the remnants of alcohol and their shared heat.

Taeyong’s fingers traced gentle patterns along her arm, sending shivers down her spine.

“I didn’t think I’d ever meet someone like you,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re…different.”

Y/n looked up at him, rolling her eyes. “You already tried that line, remember?” she said, her tone teasing.

“I mean you’re just so…wow,” he chuckled, a glint of admiration in his eyes. “Like you don’t care about anything except the moment. It’s refreshing.”

She smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “Well, I suppose you’re right.”

Y/n snuggled closer to Taeyong, feeling the warmth radiate from his body as he wrapped an arm around her. The soft rhythm of his breathing soon lulled her into a state of relaxation.

Taeyong pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his heart swelling with a sense of peace he hadn’t known he needed. As they lay together, the world outside faded away, leaving only the comfort of their shared warmth.

Eventually, the exhaustion from their earlier activities caught up with them, and their eyelids grew heavy. With a final content sigh, Y/n nestled into Taeyong's side, and they drifted off to sleep, cocooned in each other's embrace.

Taeyong stirred awake, blinking against the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains. As he glanced around the lavish bedroom, the first thing that hit him was the unmistakable absence beside him. A pang of confusion shot through him, quickly morphing into irritation.

Disoriented, he sat up and ran a hand through his tousled hair, the events of the previous night rushing back in fragments. Her laughter, their wild exchanges, the thrill of their shared passion, all of it felt surreal now. A bitter laugh escaped his lips. What had he expected? She had used him for a good fuck, plain and simple.

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head at his own naivety. He didn’t even know what he would’ve done if she had still been there in the morning, probably fuck her again, considering how good she was last night. But now, the silence of the room was deafening.

As he shifted in the bed, a wave of nausea washed over him. The cocktail of coke and alcohol from the night before settled heavily in his stomach, making him feel even worse. He groaned, running a hand over his face as he tried to shake off the lingering haze of intoxication.

“Great,” he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse. “Just what I needed.”

The door swung open, and Johnny sauntered in, a wide grin on his face. He took one look at Taeyong, sprawled out in bed, and burst into laughter.

“Damn, Taeyong, you look like you got run over by a truck,” he teased, leaning against the doorframe. “It’s already mid-day, you know. Get up!”

Taeyong groaned, pulling the sheets up over his head in a half-hearted attempt to shield himself from the light. “Shut up, Johnny. You have no idea what kind of night I had.”

Johnny’s laughter only grew louder. “Oh, I have a pretty good idea. You look completely fucked out. Did you even sleep, or did you just go for round two with whoever that girl was?”

Taeyong peered out from under the sheets, giving Johnny a half-hearted glare.

“She left before I woke up,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “And now I feel like I’ve been hit by a freight train.”

“Welcome to the club, my friend.” Johnny chuckled, stepping further into the room and plopping down on the edge of the bed. “You might want to get up and drink some water before you end up dehydrated. Or better yet, have a good clean.”

Taeyong sighed, knowing Johnny was right. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll get up. Just give me a minute to process everything.”

“Sure thing, but I’m pretty sure you’ll want to process it in the shower. You smell like a bar floor,” Johnny joked, standing up and crossing his arms with a smirk.

Taeyong groaned, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and pushing himself up.

He trudged toward the ensuite bathroom, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. “Johnny, start tracking down that girl, will you?”

Johnny raised an eyebrow, leaning back casually against the wall. “Why? You want a repeat performance or something?”

“Because I want to know where she went,” Taeyong replied, stepping into the bathroom and turning on the shower.

Johnny laughed dryily, shaking his head, “Okay, what’s her name?” Johnny asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Y/n,” Taeyong muttered, wincing as the cold water hit him. He quickly adjusted the temperature. “Just get on it, alright?”

“Consider it done,” Johnny said with a playful salute. “I’ll track down Y/n and see what I can dig up. You better be ready for round two when I do.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Taeyong called back, shaking his head with a small smile as he stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over him and clear his mind.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling street. Taeyong stood casually leaning against a lamppost as he watched Y/n through the window of the bakery. The delicate scent of fresh pastries wafted out into the air, but his focus was solely on her.

Inside, Y/n moved gracefully behind the counter, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she expertly kneaded dough. A warm smile lit up her face as she interacted with customers, completely unaware of the man watching her from outside.

He felt a strange mix of admiration and intrigue as he observed her, realizing just how easy it was for him to find her, being a mafia leader had its perks.

“Are you sure about this?” Johnny asked from the driver’s seat of the car parked beside him, breaking Taeyong’s concentration. “You don’t want to just go in and scare her off.”

Taeyong smirked, adjusting his sunglasses. “I’m not going to scare her off. I just want to see her in her element first.”

Johnny shook his head, still slightly amused. “Awww, you’re starting to sound like a lovesick puppy.”

“Shut up,” Taeyong replied, keeping his gaze fixed on Y/n. “Just give me a minute.”

He took a deep breath, letting the moment sink in. There was something about her that drew him in, something that made him want to know more. Maybe it was the way she lit up a room or how effortlessly she handled the chaos of the bakery. Whatever it was, he couldn't ignore it.

“Alright, I’ll wait,” Johnny said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat. “But don’t take too long, helping you with your love life ain’t what you hired me for.”

As the day wound down, Taeyong's patience paid off when he saw Y/n lock the bakery door and step outside. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the street.

She glanced around, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before heading down the block. Taeyong's curiosity piqued as he watched her walk with a lightness in her step, her energy infectious.

His interest sharpened when he noticed her turn into a speakeasy, its hidden entrance blending into the surrounding buildings. Taeyong exchanged a quick glance with Johnny, who raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Looks like we’re not done yet,” Taeyong muttered, pushing away from the lamppost and following her inside.

The speakeasy buzzed with life, dimly lit and filled with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. Taeyong navigated through the crowd, his eyes fixed on Y/n as she settled onto a barstool. He felt a thrill run through him, knowing he was close to her again.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped closer, scanning the room to blend in seamlessly. He found a spot at the bar where he could keep her in sight without being too obvious. As he watched her sip her drink, he felt an unexpected warmth spreading through him, a stark contrast to the cold, calculated life he usually led.

Taeyong leaned against the bar, his gaze fixed on Y/n. The laughter and energy of the speakeasy faded into the background, replaced by the sharp focus of his attention. His heart raced when a man approached her, confidence radiating from him as he leaned casually against the bar.

At first, Taeyong expected Y/n to brush him off like she had done with the man the night before. He felt a flicker of hope, imagining her turning away from the stranger, her eyes searching for him instead. But to his surprise, Y/n met the man’s flirtation with an easy smile, her body language open and inviting.

Jealousy surged within him, hot and unwelcome. He clenched his jaw, fingers gripping the edge of the bar as he watched her lean in closer to the man, laughter spilling from her lips. It felt like a punch to the gut, the connection they had shared the night before suddenly felt fragile and fleeting.

Taeyong pushed himself off the barstool, the resolve in his gut propelling him forward. He walked with purpose toward the two, each step steady and deliberate. As he drew closer, he caught Y/n's eye. Her expression shifted from flirtation to shock.

Before the man could see what she was looking at, Taeyong closed the distance, pressing the cool metal of his gun against the stranger's back. The tension in the air shifted instantly, the carefree ambiance of the speakeasy darkening as he leaned in closer.

“Get lost,” he said in a low, menacing voice, ensuring his tone conveyed the seriousness of the situation. The man stiffened, the confidence he had displayed just moments ago vanishing in an instant.

Y/n's eyes widened further, a mix of excitement and alarm swirling within them. “Taeyong–”

“Not now, Y/n,” he snapped, never breaking his gaze from the man in front of him. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through him, the thrill of power rushing in tandem with his anger.

The stranger raised his hands in surrender, his bravado crumbling. “Alright, man, I was just talking to her,” he stammered, glancing nervously between Y/n and Taeyong.

“And now you’re done,” Taeyong growled, his grip on the gun steady. He took a small step back, giving the man just enough space to understand he needed to leave. “Get out of here before I change my mind.”

With one last wary look, the man quickly backed away, retreating from the scene as Taeyong kept his gun trained on him. Y/n sat frozen, a mix of emotions playing across her face, ones Taeyong didn’t have the time to examine.

When the man was finally out of sight, Taeyong lowered his weapon, turning his full attention to her.

“So…how are you today?” he asked, his voice changing immediately as he took the seat beside her, eager to close the gap between them.

“Are you following me?” Y/n asked, her voice sharp as she crossed her arms, still processing the situation. Her eyes locked onto his, searching for answers.

Taeyong smirked, slipping the gun back into his waistband with a practiced ease. “Wouldn’t call it following. Just…making sure you stay out of trouble.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with his answer. “I can handle myself.”

He took another step closer, his smirk fading as his expression turned serious. “Sure…But I don’t like seeing what’s mine getting cozy with some random guy.”

Y/n's eyes narrowed, her posture stiffening at his words. "What’s yours?" she repeated, her voice laced with disbelief and offense. "I’m not some possession, Taeyong. You don’t own me."

Taeyong's jaw clenched slightly, realizing his mistake but too proud to backtrack. “That’s not what I meant.”

She scoffed, crossing her arms tighter over her chest. “Sure sounded like it.”

His frustration flared, but he tried to keep his voice level. “Look, I didn’t mean it like that. But after last night–”

“After last night, I owe you nothing,” Y/n cut him off, her eyes flashing with anger. “You don't get to track me down, show up out of nowhere, and act like I belong to you. That’s not how this works.”

Taeyong stood there, staring at her, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface. He hated the way she could shut him down so easily, the way her words pierced through his defenses. He wasn’t used to feeling like this, off balance, vulnerable. Most people either feared or respected him, and he always had control. But with Y/n, it was different.

He clenched his fists, trying to keep his emotions in check. Why do you care so much? he thought to himself, struggling to make sense of the turmoil inside him. You’re Taeyong, the leader. You don’t chase after anyone. You don’t get attached.

But there she was, standing in front of him, fiery and untouchable, and all he could think about was the way she had gotten under his skin. She’s right, a small voice in his head admitted. She doesn’t owe you anything. She doesn’t belong to anyone.

But still, the possessiveness lingered, that dark, gnawing feeling that someone else could take her away, could get close to her in the way he wanted. It wasn’t just about control, it was about her, about the way she had him wrapped up in her unpredictability, her allure.

You can't lose her like this, his thoughts growled. You’ll have her one way or another.

Taeyong swallowed the rising frustration, his eyes locking onto hers with a smoldering intensity. He stepped closer, lowering his voice but keeping it firm.

“Come with me, Y/n,” he said, the command hidden beneath a layer of something softer, almost pleading.

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a half-smile.

“And why would I do that?” she challenged, folding her arms across her chest, clearly unimpressed by his demand.

His jaw clenched, the need for control warring with the need for her.

“Because I’m not done with you,” he said, his voice gruff, a hint of vulnerability slipping through despite his efforts to sound detached.

He hated how much he wanted her to come with him, but it was the truth, and he couldn’t hide it. Not anymore.

Her smile faltered, just for a second, as if she wasn’t expecting that honesty.

But then she shook her head, her eyes sharp. “You don’t get to just order me around, Taeyong. I’m not yours to command.”

His hand reached out, gently brushing her arm, his gaze softening.

“I’m not trying to command you,” he said, quieter this time, “I just…I would like you to come with me.”

The sincerity in his voice caught her off guard, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to respond.

Y/n studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable as she weighed his words. The tension between them hung thick in the air, the noise of the bar fading into the background. She sighed, her resolve softening as she glanced away, her arms slowly unfolding.

“Alright,” she said, her voice quieter now, as if the decision had cost her something. “I’ll go with you.”

Taeyong felt a surge of relief, though he kept it hidden behind his usual composed exterior. He gave a small nod, stepping back slightly to give her space, though his eyes never left hers. “Good choice,” he murmured, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk.

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Don’t get cocky, Taeyong,” she warned, grabbing her jacket and standing up from the barstool.

Taeyong’s smirk deepened as he watched her, already anticipating the night ahead. “Too late.”

As they stepped out of the dimly lit speakeasy, the cool night air hit them, a stark contrast to the warmth inside. Y/n glanced over at Taeyong, curiosity flickering in her eyes as they walked side by side down the empty street.

“So,” she began, her tone casual but laced with suspicion, “how exactly did you find me?”

Taeyong smirked, his hands tucked casually into his pockets as they strolled.

“I have my ways,” he said cryptically, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

Y/n narrowed her gaze. “That doesn’t exactly answer my question.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Let’s just say…my line of work makes it easier to find people.”

Her brows arched, catching the subtle hint. “Your line of work, huh? I figured you weren’t just some regular drug dealer.”

Taeyong gave her a sidelong glance, the smirk still lingering on his lips but his eyes more serious now.

“I’m a bit more than that,” he admitted, though he left it at that, letting her imagination fill in the blanks.

Y/n exhaled, her suspicions confirmed, though she didn’t push for more.

“Yeah, I thought so,” she muttered, but there was a glint of intrigue in her voice, as if she had expected this revelation all along.

Taeyong led her to the car, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back as they made their way across the street. His car was parked discreetly under a shadowy tree, sleek and unassuming, much like the man beside her. He opened the door for her with a slight gesture, his eyes lingering on her as she slid into the back seat.

Y/n glanced up, immediately recognizing Johnny, who was seated behind the wheel, waiting for them.

"Hello," she greeted with a casual nod, her tone carrying a trace of amusement as if this was all too familiar now.

Johnny turned his head slightly, giving her a charming grin. “Nice to see you again.”

Taeyong closed the door behind her, circling around to the other side before getting in. He leaned back in his seat as Johnny started the engine, a satisfied smirk on his face. The night wasn’t over yet.

The car slipped smoothly through the city streets, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the silence. Taeyong’s hand rested casually on his lap, but his eyes were fixed ahead, a mixture of focus and anticipation flickering behind them. This wasn’t a drive back to some hotel for a quick thrill, it was to his place, the real heart of his world.

Y/n leaned back against the seat, watching the city lights blur past the windows. The atmosphere in the car was tense, but not uncomfortable. She sensed there was more to this night than just them going back to some fancy place. She glanced at Taeyong, curious but unwilling to break the silence just yet.

Johnny expertly maneuvered through the streets, finally pulling off the main roads and into a quieter, more secluded neighborhood. The buildings grew larger and more spaced apart, signaling that they were entering wealthier territory.

After a few more turns, they pulled up in front of a massive modern mansion, its sleek design a stark contrast to the traditional luxury of the city.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of the entrance, and Johnny looked back over his shoulder, giving Taeyong a nod. “We’re here.”

Taeyong opened the door and stepped out, rounding the car to help Y/n out, his hand extending towards her. “Welcome to my place,” he said, his voice low, the weight of the moment not lost on him.

Y/n took his hand, stepping out of the car. She looked up at the grand home, impressed but keeping her expression neutral.

“Not bad,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice. “Definitely better than the hotel.”

Taeyong chuckled. “I’d hope so.”

He led her up the stone steps, the mansion looming large behind them as the doors swung open, inviting them into his domain.

As they stepped out of the car, Johnny parked it in the driveway before turning to them with a casual grin.

“I’ll be in my room if you need me. Try not to break anything,” he joked, giving them a wink before heading inside.

Taeyong gestured for Y/n to follow him, leading her through the grand entrance of the mansion. The interior was as impressive as the exterior, filled with modern art, sleek furniture, and a few extravagant touches that screamed wealth. High ceilings and expansive windows flooded the space with natural light, creating an inviting atmosphere.

“Over here is the living room,” Taeyong said, pointing to a spacious area filled with plush couches and a massive entertainment center.

He moved further into the house, showing her the kitchen, which boasted state-of-the-art appliances, and a dining room that could seat a small army.

Y/n nodded, feigning interest, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn’t help but replay the intensity of their last encounter in her head, the way he had touched her, kissed her, and made her feel so alive.

The desire to repeat that experience surged within her, and she found herself wondering how quickly she could get him back into bed. Maybe she could suggest a drink to loosen them both up again, get him in the right mood.

“Let me show you the game room,” Taeyong continued, oblivious to her inner thoughts.

He led her down a hallway, and she followed closely, her heart racing with anticipation. As they entered the game room, filled with a pool table and a bar stocked with an impressive selection of spirits, she felt a rush of excitement.

“This is where I entertain,” he said with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. “I’m sure I can entertain you.”

Y/n leaned against the bar, biting her lip as she regarded him. “You seem pretty confident.”

“I have my moments,” he replied, stepping closer, the air thickening with tension.

She could sense the heat between them again, a palpable magnetism pulling her toward him.

“So what’s the next move?” she asked, her voice teasing yet suggestive.

Taeyong smirked, leaning against the bar beside her, his body inches away. “Well, I could show you how to play a game or two…”

“Or we could skip to the part where we end up in bed again,” Y/n interrupted playfully, locking eyes with him.

His grin widened, and a spark ignited in his gaze. “I like the way you think.”

With that, she took a step closer, the space between them disappearing, and she knew the night was far from over.

Y/n grabbed a sleek bottle of whiskey from the bar, her fingers wrapping around the cool glass as she turned to Taeyong with a mischievous smile.

“Come on, let’s get comfortable,” she said, tugging him gently but firmly out of the game room.

“Where are we going?” he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes as he let her lead him down the hallway.

“Take me to your room,” she replied, glancing over her shoulder at him, her confidence unwavering. The anticipation of what was to come made her heart race.

Taeyong chuckled, clearly entertained by her boldness. “You really know what you want, huh?”

“Absolutely,” she shot back, her voice laced with flirtation. “I’m not here to waste time.”

As they reached his bedroom door, Y/n paused, looking up at him with a playful glint in her eye. “Well? You gonna let me in?”

Taeyong raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. “I suppose I can’t deny a pretty girl like you.”

With that, he opened the door, and Y/n stepped inside, feeling a rush of excitement at the sight of his lavish room. It was elegantly decorated, yet it carried an inviting warmth.

She turned back to him, still holding the bottle. “Let’s make this night memorable.”

“Trust me, it already is,” he replied, stepping in after her and closing the door behind them, sealing off the world outside as the thrill of the night enveloped them once more.

Without wasting a moment, Y/n closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against Taeyong’s. The kiss was electric, igniting a fire between them as she pushed him back onto the bed.

Taeyong fell back, caught off guard but quickly recovering as he leaned into her, his hands finding her waist.

“Wow, someone’s eager,” he teased, a playful smirk forming on his lips.

Y/n didn’t respond with words, instead, she deepened the kiss, pouring all her desire into it. She straddled him, her body fitting perfectly against his as she began to grind against him, the heat between them intensifying.

“Is this how you treat everyone that invites you into their room?” Taeyong asked, his voice low and breathless, a mixture of surprise and thrill evident in his tone.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Only the ones I plan to have a very good time with.”

With that, she captured his lips again, feeling the thrill of the night surge through her as she let her hands roam over his chest, savoring every moment as they fell deeper into each other.

She moved in slow, sensuous circles, relishing the sensation of his hard length trapped between them. Taeyong’s hands roamed her curves, exploring the dips and valleys of her body, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. Each grind sent ripples of pleasure coursing through them, pushing them closer and closer to the edge of their control.

“Y/n…” Taeyong breathed, his voice a mixture of desire and disbelief.

The way she moved against him drove him wild, and he couldn’t help but meet her rhythm, matching her every movement.

Y/n leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Don’t cream your pants, now,” The tease in her voice made his breath hitch, and he could only nod in response, words failing him.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she shifted her weight just right, eliciting a low groan from him. The connection between them felt electric, each thrust igniting a primal hunger that burned hotter by the second. Taeyong could feel the tension building, a storm of pleasure threatening to sweep them both away.

“God, you’re incredible,” he managed to say, pulling her closer as he relished the heat radiating from her body. “I don’t want this to end.”

Y/n’s mind raced with her own intentions, her body still moving against Taeyong’s with relentless desire. I need to finish this quickly, she thought, the thrill of the moment intermingling with her resolve. No need to overthink it, I just want to enjoy him one more time.

The taste of adrenaline surged through her veins as she considered how easily she could get lost in this, how intoxicating it was to have him beneath her, craving her every move.

But she reminded herself of her plan. I can’t let this drag on. Just one more encounter, one more taste of his lips, and then I’m out.

She locked eyes with him, feigning a smile as she continued to strandle him, savoring the way he gripped her hips. This is just for fun, a quick escape. I’ll let him think it’s something more for a night.

With that clarity in mind, she pushed herself closer to him, relishing the moment but keeping her goal firmly in focus. Just a bit more, and I’ll walk away without looking back.

Y/n grabbed the bottle of alcohol, her eyes glinting with mischief as she twisted off the cap. With a playful smile, she tilted the bottle toward Taeyong’s lips, watching as he instinctively opened his mouth to take it in.

“Drink up,” she teased, pouring the liquid in.

The alcohol flowed, but Taeyong struggled to swallow it all, some of it spilling down his cheek, glistening against his skin. He coughed slightly, laughter mixing with the sharpness of the alcohol as it slid down his throat.

“Damn, slow down!” he managed to gasp, eyes widening as he tried to keep up.

Y/n giggled, her heart racing at the sight of him, the combination of the alcohol and their earlier passion sending a thrill through her. “I just want to make sure you’re ready for what’s next,” she said, biting her lip playfully, savoring the chaos of the moment.

As the alcohol hit his system, Taeyong felt a warm rush spread through him almost immediately. The intensity of the drink was like a fire igniting in his belly, the world around him starting to blur at the edges. He blinked, trying to shake off the dizziness that threatened to pull him under, but it only made him more aware of Y/n’s presence hovering above him.

“Wow, that’s strong,” he said, his voice slightly slurred, a grin breaking across his face as he felt the familiar buzz of intoxication settle in.

The combination of the alcohol and the lingering heat from their previous encounter was intoxicating in itself, leaving him both exhilarated and lightheaded.

“Is it too much for you, Taeyong?” she teased, leaning in closer, her breath warm against his cheek. He chuckled, shaking his head, but the movement only added to the swirling sensation.

“Not at all,” he managed to reply, his tone playful despite the growing haze in his mind. “Just getting started.” But deep down, he realized how quickly the alcohol was taking effect, heightening every sensation and fueling the desire coursing through him.

Taeyong felt the world spinning around him, the alcohol mixing with something else that made his head feel heavy and light all at once. The warmth that had settled in his belly was now coursing through his veins, igniting every nerve ending and making his thoughts fuzzy. It was like a thick fog had rolled in, clouding his judgment just as Y/n hovered over him, her intent gaze locking onto his.

“Wow, you’re really going to town on me, huh?” he joked, though there was an edge of uncertainty in his voice. He attempted to reach up and grab her, but his arms felt heavy, sluggish, almost as if they were weighed down by lead.

Y/n simply laughed, her fingers deftly working on the buttons of his shirt, stripping him down inch by inch. He tried to protest, to voice his discomfort, but the words tumbled out in a slurred mess. "Hey, wait a minute..." he mumbled, but the sound barely registered in his own ears as she continued, her hands skillfully removing his clothing.

“Shh, just relax,” she purred, her voice smooth and inviting. The way she moved above him sent jolts of pleasure mixed with confusion coursing through his body. He couldn’t deny how intoxicating she was, and yet, a nagging feeling at the back of his mind told him he should be more cautious.

“Y/n…” he attempted again, but it came out as more of a breathy sigh. It was hard to think straight with her above him, her presence dominating his senses, each brush of her skin against his igniting a fire he couldn’t quite comprehend.

With every layer she peeled away, he felt more exposed, not just physically, but mentally. The alcohol had him feeling too vulnerable, and he struggled to push through the haze. But just as quickly as the concern came, it faded into the background as he succumbed to the moment, unable to deny the intoxicating allure of her body and the pleasure it promised.

Y/n took advantage of Taeyong’s dazed state, a sly smile playing on her lips as she continued her slow, methodical movements. His head lolled back against the pillow, and his usually sharp eyes looked unfocused, clouded with a mixture of desire and the effects of whatever she’d slipped him.

He was watching her, but it was as if he were seeing her through a fog, his body responding instinctively even as his mind struggled to keep up.

She leaned down, her lips trailing along his chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin. Taeyong let out a soft groan, shifting under her as his body reacted, all protests long forgotten. She felt him tense under her touch, his breath hitching when she moved lower, leaving a trail of heat with every kiss.

For a brief moment, he tried to lift his arms to pull her closer, but his muscles were weak, heavy. Instead, he surrendered, letting her take control. His half-lidded gaze flickered up to meet hers, clouded with both anticipation and vulnerability, unable to fully process the shift in power between them.

"Enjoying yourself?" she teased, her voice a soft purr as she hovered just above his ear.

Taeyong tried to respond, but the words came out slurred, barely intelligible. All he could do was watch her, entranced as she moved, his grip on reality slipping further.

Y/n slowly slid her underwear off, but kept her dress on, maintaining eye contact with Taeyong the entire time. She moved deliberately, savoring the look of anticipation mixed with his hazy intoxication. Once free from the fabric, she climbed on top of him, positioning herself above his hips.

His gaze darkened, trying to focus despite the lingering fog in his mind. She settled onto him, moving in a rhythm that made Taeyong's grip tighten around her hips as he tried to keep up, each movement drawing them deeper into the tension they both craved. His hands moved to steady her, his restraint slipping further with every movement.

With Taeyong caught completely under her control, did you envision her ultimate goal shifting in this dynamic, or does she still have the same plans?

Taeyong struggled to keep his eyes open, the potent mix of alcohol and raw pleasure flooding his senses. His hands gripped her hips weakly, only to slip away moments later, his strength wavering as he tried to steady himself.

Every time he thought he could ground himself, Y/n’s movements would send another shockwave through him, pulling him further under. His vision blurred as she leaned over him, her silhouette the only thing in focus. He tried to keep his hold, but his fingers kept sliding, his control slipping away with every second.

Between breaths, he managed to slur, “What…what did you do to me?”

Y/n leaned in closer, a smirk playing on her lips as she rode him with slow, teasing precision. She brought her mouth close to his ear, her voice a seductive murmur.

“Oh, come on, Taeyong,” she taunted, dragging out each word with a playful edge. She ground her hips, her core tightening around him. Taeyong couldn’t hold back the breathless gasp. “Can’t handle a little fun? You seemed pretty confident last night.”

She moved her hips in a way that made his breath hitch, pressing her nails lightly into his shoulders as she continued, “Just relax…let me take care of everything.”

Her words were a mix of taunt and promise, her steady rhythm pushing him closer to his limit, leaving him too lost in the haze to protest.

Taeyong felt the intensity build, his senses dulled yet heightened by the alcohol coursing through him. Each movement sent a shock of pleasure through his body, making it harder to hold on.

His grip on her hips tightened as he lost control, his breathing ragged and uneven. Y/n’s rhythm kept him teetering on the edge until he couldn’t hold back any longer, his release hitting him in a wave that left him breathless.

A deep groan escaped his lips as he rode out the high, every nerve alight under her relentless movement. His body shuddered beneath her, drained yet still reaching for the comfort of her warmth.

Taeyong felt the intensity build, his senses dulled yet heightened by the alcohol coursing through him. Each movement sent a shock of pleasure through his body, making it harder to hold on.

A deep groan escaped his lips as he rode out the high, every nerve alight under her relentless movement. His body shuddered beneath her, drained yet still reaching for the comfort of her warmth.

Y/n eased herself off Taeyong, careful and slow, savoring every last bit of their intimacy as she moved. She leaned down, pressing a kiss against his cheek, her lips soft against his skin, lingering there as she watched his expression change, still a little dazed, lost between sleep and wakefulness.

Her fingers trailed up, gently combing through his dark, messy hair, smoothing it back and taking her time with each stroke. She could feel the warmth radiating off him, his body still catching its breath, his skin warm and flushed.

Taeyong’s eyes, barely open, traced her face with a softened, heavy gaze, so different from his usual intensity. He blinked slowly, fighting to keep his focus on her, as if he didn’t want this moment to slip away. His hand reached out, fingers brushing her arm before they settled there, curling around her bicep in a light grip as if she were the only thing grounding him, keeping him in place.

“Stay…” he murmured, voice a low rasp, roughened from both exhaustion and lingering passion.

The word was so soft, it almost felt like a secret slipping from his lips, a vulnerability he’d never meant to reveal, exposed now under the weight of his fatigue. His fingers tightened around her arm, not enough to hold her back, but as though he needed that connection, that presence, to feel whole.

She felt a pang of something unexpected in her chest as she looked down at him. Her fingertips continued to stroke his hair, moving rhythmically, soothing him, though she herself felt a mixture of emotions bubbling inside.

She knew she’d made up her mind about this whole thing, knew she had planned to slip away after tonight, her reason for making it move fast. Yet something about the way he looked at her, the way he’d let himself be vulnerable in her presence, even now, threw her off balance.

Taeyong’s eyelids drooped further, each blink lasting a little longer than the last, his breathing slowing to a steady rhythm that resonated in the quiet room. His hand, once gripping her arm, began to relax, his fingers loosening as sleep pulled him under, though he still lingered there, holding her in his own way. His face softened, the sharp, guarded lines fading, replaced with a peacefulness that felt rare and private.

Y/n’s gaze traced his features as he drifted off, her fingertips still playing through his hair as his grip finally fell away. She kept herself close, even as he slipped into sleep, letting herself be part of that quietness, if only for a moment longer. She’d planned her exit, had expected to feel detached, but instead, she found herself lingering, held in place by something unspoken.

Y/n moved to the other side of the bed, sliding under the sheets and settling down beside him. The fabric felt cool against her skin, contrasting with the warmth radiating from Taeyong, who was still deep in slumber.

As she propped herself up on one elbow to study him, she couldn’t shake the feeling of lying to herself, of going against her own agenda. The thought nagged at her, like a whisper in the back of her mind, reminding her of the game she had been playing and the lines she had drawn.

It’s just for tonight, she thought to herself, a mantra that felt almost hollow. But she couldn’t ignore the excitement that fluttered in her chest at the intimacy of the moment. She’d used that same excuse the night before, and here she was again, drawn to him despite the reasons she had to keep her distance.

The room was dim, illuminated only by the soft light filtering through the curtains, creating an intimate atmosphere that felt almost surreal. She turned her gaze back to Taeyong, who lay sprawled across the bed.

His relaxed posture made him look vulnerable, a stark contrast to the powerful man she had encountered earlier. She found herself studying the way his lashes fluttered against his cheeks and how his lips, slightly parted, held a quiet allure.

It was a moment of stillness, one she hadn’t anticipated but couldn’t help but cherish. Y/n reached out, brushing a stray hair from his forehead, her fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary. There was something intoxicating about being this close to him, about sharing this space, and for the first time since they had met, she felt a wave of genuine affection wash over her.

But as quickly as the warmth spread, doubt crept in again. She had her reasons for keeping her distance, and the life she led was anything but stable. Yet, lying here next to him, she could almost convince herself that the chaos of their worlds didn’t matter, at least for this moment.

Y/n settled back onto the pillow, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. Time ticked away, each second reminding her that eventually, they would have to face the reality outside this bedroom. But for now, with Taeyong sleeping peacefully beside her, she allowed herself to indulge in the comfort of his presence, even if just for tonight.

Taeyong groaned softly as he slowly awakened to a cacophony of sounds, the faint rustling of fabric, the soft thud of footsteps on the floor, and the blaring light streaming through the curtains. Each noise seemed to reverberate in his skull, making his head pound even worse than it had the morning before. He blinked against the brightness, feeling nauseous as he rolled onto his back.

As he attempted to push through the fog of confusion and pain, his gaze landed on Y/n. She was standing by the door, her silhouette framed by the light behind her, looking like she was preparing to leave. The sight of her sent a jolt of energy through him, momentarily pushing aside the discomfort in his head.

“Y/n?” he croaked, his voice rough and thick with sleep.

The realization that she was slipping away filled him with an uncharacteristic anger, a surge of possessiveness that surprised even himself.

“I assume you were going to slip out without saying goodbye?” he said, his tone sharper than he intended.

The frustration and vulnerability from the night before clawed at him, and he struggled to keep his emotions in check as he propped himself up on one elbow, his heart racing at the thought of her leaving without a word.

Y/n paused, glancing back at him with wide eyes, the playful glint in her expression replaced by something more serious. “I didn’t want to wake you,” she replied, her voice soft but laced with defiance.

“Yeah, well, it looks like you didn’t need to,” he shot back, his irritation spilling over as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, trying to stand but immediately regretting it as the world spun around him. He staggered slightly, gripping the edge of the bed to steady himself.

“Seriously, you can’t just–” he continued, but the anger in his voice faltered as he caught her expression. There was a mix of surprise and guilt in her features, and for a moment, he wondered if he had crossed a line.

“I just…thought it would be easier this way,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper as she turned to face him fully.

Taeyong frowned, the pounding in his head momentarily forgotten. “Easier for who? You or me?” He searched her eyes, desperate for an answer, but all he found was uncertainty.

He hated how much he cared, how much he wanted her to stay, even after everything. The realization hit him hard, making his stomach churn even more.

“Look, can you just…can you just not fucking go?” he implored, feeling raw and exposed. “Can we at least talk about…whatever this is?”

Y/n hesitated, her expression softening as she considered his words. But the tension between them hung heavy in the air, both knowing that the situation was more complicated than either of them wanted to admit.

Y/n looked conflicted as she took a step back, her arms crossing over her chest defensively. “Taeyong, I really need to get to work. I need this job. I can’t afford to miss out on my shift today,” she said, her voice firm but tinged with uncertainty.

Taeyong’s irritation flared again, but it quickly shifted to a desperate urge to keep her there with him. He wasn’t ready for her to leave, not like this, not again.

“You don’t need to worry about that right now,” he insisted, rising to his feet despite the wave of dizziness that crashed over him. He felt unsteady, but the idea of her walking out the door pushed him to act.

Before she could respond, he grabbed a thick wad of cash from his bedside draws, feeling the crinkle of bills against his fingers. He stepped toward her, extending his hand to shove the money into her palm, his gaze intense.

“Take it,” he demanded, his voice low and almost pleading. “You can call in sick or whatever.”

The desperation laced in his tone was unmistakable, and he felt a flicker of vulnerability creep in, but he pushed it aside. This was not about pride, it was about keeping her with him for just a little while longer.

Y/n stared at the money in her hand, her expression shifting from surprise to disbelief. “Taeyong, you can’t just throw money at me and expect me to–”

“I’m not just throwing money at you!” he interrupted, taking a step closer, closing the distance between them. “I’m helping you out. Just accept it, okay?”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he pressed on, his eyes locking onto hers. “Please, Y/n. Just stay a little longer. I wanna talk.”

The sincerity in his voice seemed to resonate with her, and he could see the internal battle raging behind her eyes. Finally, she sighed, the tension in her shoulders easing just slightly. “Fine, but just for a bit. I can’t be late for my shift,” she relented, though her voice lacked the firmness it had earlier.

A wave of relief washed over him, and a smile broke through his earlier frustration. “That’s all I’m asking for,” he replied, feeling lighter. “Just a bit longer.”

“Okay,” she said, but her tone suggested she still felt conflicted about the whole situation.

“Now, come here,” Taeyong said, pulling her into his embrace, relishing the warmth of her body against his.

He felt a rush of satisfaction at having convinced her to stay, even if only for a little while. It was a temporary victory, but for now, he was willing to savor it.

“Let’s just enjoy the time we have together,” he murmured into her hair, feeling her relax against him.

As Y/n settled back into his embrace, a teasing smirk crept onto her lips. She pulled back slightly, arching an eyebrow at him. “You do realize you’re naked, right?” she said, her tone light but playful. “You might want to do something about that before you go throwing money around.”

Taeyong blinked at her, momentarily taken aback, then glanced down at himself. He chuckled, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Right, that’s kind of important, isn’t it?” He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

“Maybe you should consider a shower,” she suggested, her voice dripping with mischief. “I mean, I wouldn’t want you to scare anyone with that,” she added, gesturing to his state of undress.

Taeyong’s grin widened as he caught her playful tone. “A shower sounds perfect,” he replied, his mind racing with the possibilities of them sharing the space. “Want to join me?”

She feigned contemplation, putting a finger to her chin as if pondering the offer seriously. “Hmm, I suppose I could. Just think of all the water waste if I don’t,” she teased, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“Exactly!” Taeyong exclaimed, his enthusiasm bubbling over. “We wouldn’t want to be irresponsible citizens, now would we?”

With a laugh, Y/n got to her feet, pulling him along as she headed toward the ensuite bathroom. The promise of warm water and shared intimacy hung in the air between them, igniting an eager anticipation.

As they stepped into the bathroom, Taeyong turned on the shower, the sound of water splashing against the tiles creating a soothing ambiance. He turned back to her, their eyes locking, and he could see the excitement dance in her gaze, she must have stripped down when he was turning on the shower.

“After you,” he said with a mock bow, gesturing for her to step inside first. She laughed and stepped into the cascading water, her hair glistening as droplets clung to her skin.

Taeyong followed closely behind, letting the warmth wash over him as he stepped into the shower. The steam began to envelop them, and he felt the tension from the night before melt away, replaced by the thrilling spark of their shared connection.

Y/n turned to face him, the water pooling around their feet, and he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over her, taking in every detail. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down into a wet kiss.

“Now this is how you start a morning,” she said with a grin, and he couldn’t agree more.

Later that morning, Johnny pulled the car up in front of Y/n’s workplace, his expression neutral yet amused as he glanced back at her through the rearview mirror. She gave him a small, appreciative smile, gathering her things before glancing over at Taeyong, who was sitting beside her.

Taeyong turned to her, a flicker of something reluctant in his eyes, though he quickly covered it with his usual smirk. “So,” he began, his tone light but laced with a touch of reluctance, “back to reality for now, huh?”

Y/n smiled, shrugging as if to mask her own hesitation. “Yeah, someone’s got to keep things running here,” she replied, trying to play off the moment.

Taeyong leaned closer, his fingers brushing her hand. “Alright, but don’t work too hard,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a low tone only meant for her. “I’d hate to think you’re tiring yourself out when we have unfinished business.”

A faint blush crept over her cheeks, but she tilted her head, playful defiance flashing in her eyes. “Oh? Maybe I’ll be the one waiting on you this time,” she countered, her voice equally low.

He chuckled, leaning back with a grin. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Y/n moved to open the door, but before stepping out, she looked back at him, her expression softening. “See you later, Taeyong. Bye, Johnny!” Johnny nodded to her as she exited.

“Yeah,” he replied, a genuine warmth in his tone as he met her gaze. “See you later, Y/n.”

As she closed the door and walked toward the entrance of her workplace, Taeyong watched her go, a mixture of satisfaction and something more unfamiliar tightening in his chest.

Johnny cleared his throat with a grin. “You’re hooked, aren’t you?”

“Drive,” Taeyong said with a smirk, brushing off Johnny’s remark as he watched her disappear inside. But as they pulled away, he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, Johnny wasn’t wrong.

As they drove away, Taeyong watched the door of the bakery until it faded from view. He leaned back against the seat, eyes lingering on where she’d been, and muttered, almost to himself, “I might just keep her.”

Johnny glanced over, his eyebrow raised with a smirk. “Keep her, huh? Sounds serious. You’re not falling for her, are you?”

Taeyong scoffed, shaking his head, though his gaze remained distant. “Falling for her?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as if the thought were absurd. “Of course not.”

Johnny chuckled, leaning into the wheel a bit. “What ever you say then..”

Later that evening, Taeyong’s car pulled up outside the bakery just as the last few lights were dimmed inside. The “closed” sign hung on the door, and he watched as Y/n gathered her things, oblivious to his presence for the moment. She seemed more relaxed, chatting with a coworker as she locked up, a gentle smile playing at her lips that made something stir within him.

Taeyong got out of the car as she turned to leave, and her face lit up when she saw him.

“Surprise pick-up service?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she approached him.

He leaned against the car, crossing his arms with a faint grin. “Thought I’d save you the walk. Besides,” he added, his gaze softening just slightly, “it’s been a long day. Figured you’d like the company.”

They climbed into the car, and as Johnny started driving, Taeyong glanced over at her. “How was work?”

She shrugged, pulling her seatbelt over her shoulder. “Busy, but good. Just the usual, bread orders, pastries, customers in a rush. You know how it is.”

He didn’t, not really, but he nodded anyway, pretending to understand the routine of a normal life. Her world was so different from his, yet somehow, it felt grounding to listen to her talk about it.

After a beat, she looked over at him with a soft smile. “Thanks for picking me up, Taeyong.”

He smirked. “You’ll owe me next time.”

Her laugh filled the car, and for a moment, his world felt almost…normal?

As the car wove through the streets, Y/n relaxed, expecting Taeyong to be taking her back to his place. But as the streets grew more familiar, she straightened, a slight frown creasing her brow.

The car turned down her street, and soon enough, they pulled up outside her apartment. Her gaze flicked between Johnny in the driver’s seat and Taeyong beside her, suspicion and surprise mingling in her eyes.

“How did you…” she trailed off, studying Taeyong with an expression caught somewhere between intrigue and unease. “How did you know where I live?”

Taeyong tilted his head, meeting her questioning look with a steady gaze. “You really think I wouldn’t know?” His tone was casual, but a smirk tugged at his lips. “I told you before, Y/n, I don’t like loose ends. Knowing things is…part of my line of work.”

Y/n shifted uneasily, her fingers tightening around her bag as her gaze lingered on the building she called home. She couldn’t shake the discomfort pooling in her stomach. The fact that he knew her address without ever asking was unsettling.

After a moment, she broke the silence. “So…this line of work you keep hinting at,” she started, her tone tentative but curious, “what exactly does it involve?”

Taeyong’s eyes met hers, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his gaze before he looked away, a faint smile playing at his lips. “It’s…complicated,” he replied, glancing out the window toward her apartment. “Maybe we should go inside. Easier to talk about it there.”

Her heart picked up its pace, a mix of apprehension and intrigue flooding her senses. She gave a slow nod, feeling herself pulled into his orbit yet again as she opened the door, the cool air outside a sharp contrast to the intensity lingering in the car. With Taeyong following close behind along with Johnny, they headed into her building, anticipation building with every step.

They sat across from each other at her small dining table, a stark contrast to the luxurious settings she’d been around him in before. Taeyong leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping idly on the table as he watched her.

Y/n noticed Johnny standing silently by the door, his gaze sharp and vigilant, as if he were there to shield Taeyong from any potential threat, even here.

Taeyong’s eyes met hers, and he finally broke the silence. “I’m not just anyone, Y/n. The life I lead...it’s different,” he started, his voice low and steady. “People call me a leader, a boss, though ‘mob boss’ is probably what most would say.”

She blinked, processing his words. Her mouth went dry as a realization took hold. “Like…Mafia?” she echoed, trying to keep her voice from wavering.

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. “My family, my business, it’s all part of something bigger. Something that operates outside what most people consider…legal.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she leaned back, absorbing the revelation. “And you just…do this?” she asked, unsure if she wanted the answer.

Taeyong’s expression softened, a shadow of something, perhaps regret, perhaps pride, passing over his face. “Well, yes.” He glanced down, then back at her. “I understand if this changes things for you.”

Y/n took a steadying breath, glancing over at Johnny, who hadn’t moved an inch. She looked back at Taeyong, trying to make sense of the man who was so gentle with her, yet led a life steeped in danger. “So…what does that mean for us?”

Taeyong leaned forward, a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Exactly the topic I wanted to talk about.”

Y/n’s eyes stayed locked on his, her pulse quickening.

“Yes, right. I’d like us to be some sort of mutually beneficial agreement,” he continued, his tone calm yet purposeful. “Now, let’s talk about how often we’ll be able to see each other.” He said, not even giving her time to put her own thoughts forward.

He glanced down, almost as if gathering his thoughts. “In my line of work, I’m quite busy, and I can’t promise I’ll be around all the time. But…I’d like to arrange to see you once a week at the very least. A dedicated time, just for us.”

She nodded slowly, his words sinking in.

He held her gaze, his expression softening a fraction. “And…I was also wondering what you thought about being exclusive to each other?” His voice was low, almost tentative, as if testing the waters. “I don’t really have time for multiple partners. So, I’d like it if we kept things between us only. Would you be okay with that?”

Y/n blinked, surprised at the sincerity in his eyes, a softness she hadn’t expected. After a brief pause, nodding slowly.

Taeyong clapped his hands together, the sound echoing in the small dining area as he stood up with an air of finality, as if he were exiting a business meeting. “Good, glad we got that sorted,” he said, a slight grin on his face. “But I’ve got to go now, places to be.”

He adjusted his jacket, looking around the modest space before meeting Y/n’s gaze again. “I shall call your phone when I have the time.”

With that, he turned towards the door, glancing back at her one last time, his expression a mix of confidence and something softer. As he stepped out into the hallway, he felt a strange sense of anticipation for the next time they would meet.

As Taeyong opened the door, Johnny stepped aside with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “See you later, Y/n,” he said, his voice light and friendly.

“Bye, Johnny,” she replied, still feeling out of it from the whole ordeal.

The door closed behind them, the soft click echoing in the quiet of her apartment. Y/n leaned back against it, her heart racing as she processed what had just happened.

What did I just get myself into? A wave of anxiety washed over her, making her heart race. The reality of Taeyong’s world settled heavily in her chest, dangerous and unpredictable, filled with shadows she couldn't quite grasp.

She glanced around her small apartment, feeling the walls closing in, and the thrill she had felt moments before began to dissipate, replaced by a nagging worry. She knew that in reality, who he was would be the least of her problems, but her own plan that might blow this all to bits.

A/N: Daymn, was not expecting this fic to be thing long, but here we are, lol, I was just gonna do one whole part, but apparently tumblr has a limit, and I reached that limit, so had to split it into not two, but THREE different parts...oops I hope you enjoyed this fic and will read the other two parts, thank you 💚

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