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writingstuffandmore · 2 years

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My angels...

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

AU!: Mafia

Warning(s): Swears, curses, mention of death (indirect way)

A/N:I am so sorry for the delay :') as I had some exams. I hope you will like it. Please give me your feedbacks and suggestions. GIF isn't mine and belongs to the respectful owners.

"IF YOU JUST WANTED TO HAVE A FUCK TOY!!! YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THAT I ACTUALLY BELIEVED IN YOU AND FELL FOR Y-"

*door slam*

"Ms Y/N, please eat something. Dearest have something, at least for the little l-"

"Does even matter now Mrs Park? H-he c-clearly spoke his mind. I l-literally loathe myself at the moment. What did I even expect from him and look at my condition now is that I-I stupidly waiting for him before I-leaving." The sad voice said while sniffling before a bitter laugh escaped from her mouth.

The elderly woman was referred by as Mrs Park came and sat down beside the young lady who was drowned in her own tears. "Dear, look at me. I know this isn't the best thing to say this but did you asked him why? I know it sounds tormenting but did anywhere or somehow through your course of relationship did you hear say that he doesn't want children?"

The lady just shook her head as a no and a confusion laced look replaced the once teary eyed face. "I am sorry aunty but I didn't understand. I mean he never said no but he d-

"Maybe because he is knows something that we aren't aware off. My family has served this family for a long time that now at times when serious conversations or concerns are being discussed our opinions are taken as well. So, my assumption won't be wrong as per se but can give an idea of what kind of issues he is going through at the moment. Come here love and eat something, okay?"

Mrs Park made sure the young girl was fed well before leaving back to her chambers.

*01:45 am*

The clock at present displayed the time, making a heavy sigh escape and anxiousness to keep growing.

"Where is he? Why isn't he here by now? What if h—? Oh, no, no.. I can't think like this" You thought as you kept walking back and forth in the room for nth time.

No one knows how and when this conversation took an escalation into a heated argument that even the walls were praying for some relief. The argument kept on replaying in your mind as if it was played on loop.

Earlier ..

Y/N: "Baek, there is some thing you need to know?"

Baekhyun: "What is it angel? Are you okay? Did someone trouble you?"

Y/N "No, it's not like that. Its just about us—

Baekhyun: "Do you wanna break up with me?"

"Ofcourse not idiot. Its just that I— I am pregnant with your child"

Baekhyun: “Oh, please you can’t be serious Y/N? Not these stupid gam-

Y/N “This isn’t a game Baekhyun. I am p-pregnant and I just found from the doctor wh-

Baekhyun: “You are lying..”

Y/N “What?”

Baekhyun: “I said that YOU ARE LYING!!! IF YOU FEEL THAT THIS IS SOME JOKE THEN PLEASE B-BUT I-IF T-TH-THIS IS TRUE T-

Y/N “TRUE THEN WHAT BAEKHYUN?”

Baekhyun: “I AM SORRY BUT YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND THAT”

Y/N : “Excuse me but the so called ‘THAT’ is a human Baekhyun and you are asking me to choose? What kind of sick game is this huh?”

Baekhyun: “I am not pulling any jokes or prank! Do I like a person to do so when it comes to my safety?”

Y/N: “Your safety uh? And what about mine. Am I not carrying a life inside who could be exposed to any problem if I missed a slightest of precaution and prevention which in turn will also impact me and my health.”

Baekhyun: “I am sorry I-

Y/N: “Oh just shut up. You are really a cold hearted monster.You all are the same. I trusted you with all of my heart and this is how you repay me ? Even after knowing hat I had gone through, you still ditched and dumped me? I expected a lot better from you but they say its your family who attacks and betrays than your enemies”

At this moment tears were streaming down your face while he avoided all sorts of eye contact with you but you could feel his anger from the way he was clenching his fists and his pursed lips.

“YOU SHOWED WHAT YOUR PRIORITIES ARE. YOU NEEDED A PERSON FOR YOU TO RELEASE YOUR FRUSTRATION AND YOU FOUND ONE. IF YOU JUST WANTED TO HAVE A FUCK TOY!!! YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THAT I ACTUALLY BELIEVED IN YOU AND FELL FOR Y-

Before you could say anything further, Baekhyun went out of the house slamming the door.

Present time..

The time flew fast as if it needed to catch a plane and now it displayed ‘2:15 am’. You now started to panic and thought of calling his dad when a knock was heard. You grabbed the fine ceramic vase before looking through the peephole only to see a limping Baekhyun leaned against Kai’s shoulder.

“G-guys? What happened? Baekhyun? OMG... Kai??” a fresh set were about drop from your eye swells. “We had a mission and the rivals kinda out did us but we are fine!” Kai gave his small smile before placing his boss on the couch. “Dr Kim has given him some medicines and make sure he doesn’t gets up from the bed at least for two days. Thats a bare minimum.”

With that he took his leave. You called some maids and made the necessary arrangements required. It was around 6 in morning when he woke up with a groan. He tried to open his eyes but the terrible headache didn’t made him to do so, making him restless and you waking up from your deep slumber.

“Oh, don’t get up. Kai told me everything, you need to rest. Here take these medicines.” You made him sit for a while so as to he can take his meds. As you were about to leave, he stopped you.

“You didn’t give go?” he whispered in a hoarse voice. ‘Why would I” You countered back.

“Because, I don’t want this child and that I am a cold hearted monster who uses people to release his frustrations and stuff. So, yeah why?” He looked into your puffy eyes

“Because I know that you have a terrible habit of hiding things from us, no matter what. I know Baekhyun that you are hiding a certain things from me which is now affecting our relationship. I am not asking you to be vulnerable enough to get triggered out but you can’t run behind it.” You gently patted his shoulders before he made you sit on his lap.

“I lost them Y/N and thats one of the few reasons why I don’t tell anyone anything because I can’t trust everyone on that level as that the end you don’t know if that person will live enough to support you or will stand enough for a long time.” Baekhyun started crying as he let his heart be vulnerable and open all the wounds which were never filled making you cry as well.

“Baby, I am so sorry for the terrible ordeal you had to go through but I swear to everything present that I won’t ever leave you and so this little jelly bean u-

“I am so sorry for all that has happened but I was scared that I will loose you both a-and t-that s-scared me to death. Please don’t leave me. Pl-

“I love you so much love and we are here for you” You kissed his forehead before pulling him in a small intimate kiss.”I love you too my angels”

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eomayas · 11 months

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testy • kjm

pairing: mob!junmyeon x wife!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you think you deserve it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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justwritedreams · 11 months

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Now it starts | Sehun

Mafia!Sehun x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the fuck is this?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[...]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N huffed in annoyance.

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

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

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

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

There was no sign of Y/N.

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

"What?"

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

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

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

Mainly because he had let them take Y/N.

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

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

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

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

"The Brotherhood."

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

It was exactly what she was doing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"As I care."

"Do you know whose sister she is?!"

"He will never know."

Y/N swallowed and took a deep breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N was confused and Sehun was surprised.

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

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

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

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

"He ordered it, you heard."

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(hi ! 🥺 sorry for the bad english) you can do an exo!mafia au reaction, where they are mobsters and bump into their ex after they broke up because she found out he is mafia. they still love each other and want to be together, they are suffering apart? please💞 thanks, have a good day!

a/n: your english is just fine! my first language isn't english either, so don't worry. i hope you like it 🥺

xiumin: minseok is good at hiding his feelings, he did it all this time. he was a mess after you left, but you don't need to know that so he would probably try to play it cool, talking with you but never, ever showing what he's truly feeling. that's until you ask him "have you been okay?" - then his eyes will give in the truth. that's when he'll stutter to answer you, only confirming your suspicious. to someone who has been okay, minseok definitely agrees way too quickly to meet you someday so you two can talk...

suho: he's mature, that's for sure. no matter how shattered he was when you two broke up, he respected your decision and your space. still, junmyeon hurted a lot, so when he meets you again i think he will definitely try to come up at you and ask if you wanna talk to him, if it's okay for him to approach you (because deep down he's scared you'll reject him again). little did he know that you're suffering just like (or even more) than him.

lay: mobster or not, yixing is a softie. he will never admit it, but he cried after you left. when you two meet again, his eyes get glassy with tears the moment he lies his eyes on you, feeling like you were so close but so far away at the same time. the first move will have to come from you, so don't be afraid to approach him - he will love that. yixing doesn't think he deserves to be with the one he loves, especially after you left him for such a good reason, so he doesn't fight for you because of that. please bear with him, he misses you a lot but he just wants you to be happy with whatever you decide it's good for you.

baekhyun: the first thing he felt when you left him wasn't heartbreak, but anger; maybe at himself, at you, at life... but it was there. so, because of that, baekhyun is so petty once you two meet again. he's the one to come talk to you, but he's also the one who will sarcastically say "well, you're the one who left me...", only because deep down that's still a question for him. baekhyun wants to know that you suffered just as much as he did, because after all, the breakup was all on you, he never wanted that.

chen: another one who would be ANGRY. yes, he didn't tell you he was a mobster - that's not something you just tell people, you know? but he never put you in danger, he never brought work home, and you always claimed you loved him? how could you leave him so easily, then? so yeah, once you two meet up again, be ready to deal with the most stubborn version of jongdae you've ever met. he might be feeling like he can't live, can't breathe without you - but he he will never, ever admit that to you.

chanyeol: poor chanyeol couldn't focus on his work for weeks after you left him. he might be the only one from all of them to actually consider leaving the business just so he could be with you. when you two meet again, chanyeol will make it very clear how much you hurted him, how messed up you left him, but will also let you know that he absolutely understands you and why you don't agree with his line of work. he'd be the easiest to talk to and make up, though.

d.o: honestly? it's almost like he's heartless. kyungsoo loves you a lot, he always said he does, but the moment you questioned him about the mafia you planted a seed on his brain - "if they can't love me for who i am, then maybe they don't love me at all". of course, he felt bad and lost when you left, but he's also very logical and rational. so when you two meet again, you can cry all you want in front of him - it doesn't matter how much it hurts him -, the question will still be the same: can you accept him and his job? it all depends on your answer.

kai: oh, he's stubborn. he's very stubborn. his hyungs will tell him that it's okay if he's sad after you left him, but jongin will always deny it. he pretends like he doesn't care, but that crumbles the moment he meets you again - and it gets worse when you tell him you missed him. jongin is as needy as he's stubborn, so that's all he needs to hear to finally come through with his feelings and, then, ask you to come back because he's dying without you.

sehun: you have no idea how bad you've made sehun feel when you left him. sehun spent weeks thinking about how he can't have anything good in his life, but how he also can't leave his business now because he's way too far gone. when you two meet again, more than wanting to have you back, sehun puts effort into understanding if you're fine with his line of work, and making it clear that he loves you so much and wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and he will do everything in his power for this to happen.

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an-annyeoing-writer · 9 months

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bloodline. - masterlist

Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Rating: +16 for mentions of violence, death, chronic illness, kidnapping

Genre: mafia!AU, angst, action

Abbreviations: [F/n] – First name; [L/n] – Last name

Chapter 1: Bloodline

Chapter 2: Anathema

Chapter 3: La Belle

Chapter 4: Areté

Chapter 5: Exodus

#mafia baekhyun #mafia exo #exo au #exo mafia au #baekhyun x reader #vg: baekhyun #vg: exo #vg: masterlist

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arkive78 · 2 years

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EXO Fanfics that forever stick with me

Now here’s the EXO version, a lot of these I read a LONG time ago, but they’re still so good and I love reading multiple chapters and these fics check those boxes woohoo. Some are NSFW/18+ as a heads up!

The Experiments by @marshmallow-phd it’s a lucky one au! I think, but regardless it's amazing, sci-fi au, thriller, experiment au

The Wanderers by @marshmallow-phd sequel to the story above, Kai x reader, sci-fi au, thriller, experiment au

The Untamed Universe by @marshmallow-phd this is so beautiful I love re-reading it (anything you read by them is amazing)

Chronicles of the Wolf @fairyscribbles 18+, beautifully written and awesome storyline, multiple stories going on at once

Jeffery’s Hill by @junaeneous sadly discontinued but still such a good read, 18+, mafia au

A Dangerous Game by @xxprincessjewelsxx Suho x reader, 18+

No Exit by @biaswreckingfics , OT9 x reader, bruh I read this in one night its amazing, mafia!au, 18+

The Other World Chronicles by @kollectionn , there’s 4 books [Chanyeol, Chen, Baekhyun, Sehun], beautiful world building omg I cry, this quite gives ACOTAR vibes, Chen’s was my favorite

Last Things by @jongin-be-my-jagi, Kai x reader, dystopian/urban/convent AU, romance with angst, touches of humor, an absolute favorite of mine it’s such a cool au and the way she describes everything is so magical and vivid

#arkive recs #exo #exo x reader #exo wolf au #exo mafia au #exo ot9 x reader #exo ot11 x reader #exo series #exo fanfic

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Baekhyunie don't leave me - Part 5

barista!baekhyun x fem!reader

mafia!AU | action | angst | smut | nsfw

3.9 word count

sir kink, big cock, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, getting caught kink (kinda), semi public (storage room of empty shop), oral (f), orgasm control (f), breeding kink, creampie 🌸 🌼🌷 🌹

Don’t trust anything in this story. Don’t trust the cute bright cover, don’t trust the handsome playful flirty barista and do not trust the cute innocent timid girl.

Concept song: Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose.

A/N: I'm so so happy to be back with a new chapter of this series. We are nearing the end guys. Only one chapter left after this one. I hope you'll enjoy it. As usual don't forget to tell me about what you thought in the comments. Feedback is everythinggg <3 -Cat 😸

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<< Part 4 | Part 6 >>

It’s been a while since you visited your lovely, handsome, sweet, loving perfect boyfriend at the café. So you are particularly happy to go visit him at work today. He called you yesterday evening and told you it may be possible to see each other today.

Most of the time Baekhyun is the busiest man you know. Between working past hours everyday, managing the deliveries and supplies, and doing the accounting of the whole café and somehow managing to switch up the specials every two weeks so the customers never get bored. It became that inside joke that he has a twin to back him up so he can catch some sleep once every full moon.

So one can say it is rare to catch your lovely boyfriend in bright daylight. Most of the time you only see him at night when he’s not drowning in paperwork or in coffee beans.

But you just love to welcome him into your apartment after a hard day’s work. The strong smell of coffee that cling to his hair mixed with his cologne and the faint sweaty musk of a hard working man. It was so comforting when you were finally able to hold him in your arms and rest your chin on his broad shoulder, your face perfectly nested in the crook of his neck.

The mere thought makes you take a deep breath as you turn at the last crossroad before Le Coeur de Séoul.

Sadly most of the time this isn’t even possible. Most of the time Baekhyun has to go back to his appartement which, unfortunately, is too little for the both of you to meet there. Well, you’ve never actually seen it but he has told you many times that it’s actually a tiny studio with only two rooms. One bathroom and well everything else. He joked many times about not needing a fire detector because if anything burns off in the oven he practically sleeps with his head in it.

But even when he doesn’t have time to actually meet, he would always find time for you. He would call you, send you cute goodnight texts. Most of the time accompanied with a sexy picture of him. Like freshly out the shower, with soaked hair dripping down his face and with the towel resting purposely low on his hips or when working out at the gym letting the close fitted clothes hug his frame so nicely and sweat shining down his neck.

Sometimes even more daring pictures of his... goods. That usually ends in you also sharing your own body with him. He would facetime you at 1 am and have you strip and do all kinds of dirty things to the camera for him while he would stroke himself. Your stomach jumps up just thinking back at what you did yesterday. His rough and husky voice coming out the speaker of his phone as he looked with avid eyes at you fingering yourself on his behalf.

That side of your relationship was so enticing. You were both so pasionnate about each other that it would often end exactly like that with Baekhyun asking eargerly for your nudes or even unannouced meeting in the middle of the night at your appartement where you’d have torrid sex.

Well, actually it would always end up like this because Baekhyun was insatiable. His sex drive always demanded something from you and luckily you were up for the challenge because there was nothing you wanted more than to satisfy your man. So you complied happily every time he reached for your help to relieve himself after a stressful day of granting the customers’ every whim and getting angry on the phone with the delayed suppliers.

And today is special! You think to yourself as you spot the store from the familiar pedestrian crossing across the street. Today officially marks your 6 months together. 6 months since that fateful late afternoon in the café. So you’re coming with a surprise. The very first time you invited him over at your place he found your dad’s rolex and he brings it up quite often. He even confessed to you how jealous he was when he thought maybe a guy you were seeing left it at your apartment. It kind of also became an inside joke between the both of you. So why not offer him a rolex?

You went to your father’s jeweler and picked the most elegant one you could find. Not a gaudy one like the one of your father, all gold with hundreds of encrusted diamonds and a huge framing that could easily pass as a whole clock.

No, this one was perfect. It was matching Baekhyun in every way possible. The platinum bracelet had a dark grey patina that was matching the strapping of the framing while it had a pearly pine tree green background. The silver roman numbers added to the elegance of the jewel and of course the watchmaking was of the utmost standards, state of the art, the discreet little crown logo under the hand of the watch testified of its quality.

It was everything Baekhyun was: elegant, classy, manly and of course expensive. Very expensive. But Baekhyun was worth hundreds of thousands of these watches. He was invaluable. Truly the perfect gift for the perfect occasion for the perfect man.

It’s what you thought when you pushed in the doors of the rustic café and heard the familiar chime of the bell hung above the door.

You immediately spotted a blonde tuft of hair cleaning the tables at the back of the café, his large back turned towards you as he diligently wiped down the table.

“Welcome at Le Coeur de Séoul. What can I g-” he interrupted himself when he spotted you. Immediately his eyes turned to the big rustic clock as he shuffled hastily towards you.

“Hey Baby” he says as he wraps one arm around your waist and looks over his shoulder through the big shop window. “What are you doing here?” he says, wearing a small nervous smile. “You’re early” your eyes darted all over his handsome face.

His earring dangling with the movements of his head, the nervous brows and the half smile don’t sit right. But you brush it off.

“I just thought since it’s our six month anniverssary we should celebrate” you say in a small, almost apologetic voice.

“Oh my gosh baby” he pouts adorably and takes your frame into his big embrace. “ You’re so cute”.

“I got you something” you present the small box wrapped in discreet gray wrapping.

“Oh my sweet baby” he coos at you, enclosing his big hands around your tiny ones holding the box. “Let’s go in the back so the customers don’t bother us, okay sweetheart?” he says as he hurries you through the small back door with his hand pressed against the small of your back.

The room was cluttered and poorly lit. It was dark and narrow but you didn’t mind the atmosphere. Actually the secluded and small space felt secure, you felt safe with Baekhyun's large body pressed against you while the new delivery of coffee beans perfumed the cramped supply room with their rich aroma.

“Here” you handed him the small box while you looked at him through your lashes.

“Thank you baby girl” he huffed, his whisper bouncing off the walls of the small rooms to your ears.

As his fingers busied themselves with unwrapping the present you grew more and more anxious. Now that the moment had come you weren’t so sure about the so-called “perfection” of the gift. What if he wasn’t into watches at all? And coming to think of it, wasn’t pine tree green kind of a bold choice? Sure it compliments the brown apron pretty well and you figured he would be able to wear it everyday to work but what if he just dislikes this color? You never saw him wearing green before. Maybe there’s a good reason for it.

By the time Baekhyun opens the box your soft facial features are soaked with worry as you’re anxiously fidgeting with your fingers.

“Baby…” he gasps, pausing in time while he covers his mouth with his palm.

“What? You know if you don’t like it we can always return it. I don't know why I picked green, honestly I just-” you ramble but Baekhyun interrupts you.

“No, baby” he looks up at you. “I love it” you let out a big sigh of relief before beaming at him.

“Happy 6 months anniverssary” you just simply say while Baekhyun sets the box on one of the suspended shelves and hugs you once more. His cologne floats to your nose, and you close your eyes to return his embrace.

“I have a gift for you too” he whispers into your neck.

“Really?”

“Yes” you felt his lips being pulled into a smirk against the skin of your neck. And he pressed his already hardening cock onto your stomach.

For a split second you can’t help but to feel disappointed… Well, you looked for the perfect gift for weeks not to mention the price of the thing, not that you mind anyway. Of course you don’t mind, you would give up everything for him. Everything in this world.

But it doesn’t matter if he doesn't have anything right now. But look he’s already trying to make it up to you with what he has on hand. You’re certain that it’s just the beginning! That later tonight after work he’ll take you out to a nice restaurant and get you flowers. Yeah… you’re sure of it!

His lips latch onto your skin and his hands rush from your thighs to underneath your skirt to pull down on your panties. You gasp as you feel the air brush against your already dampening folds. No matter how often or how quick Baekhyun is, he knows how to make you wet. You couldn't resist him even if you tried.

As soon as the panties hit the floor he crouches and hangs one of your legs over his shoulder. To not lose balance you lean back onto one of the shelves, pushing away some empty cardboard boxes to make room for your hands holding on the edge of the wooden shelving.

“I’ll make you nice and ready for me babygirl” he whispers, lips flush against your folds. His warm breath lifts goosebumps on your skin and pulls a shaky gasp from your lips.

He checks the time on his brand new watch and smirks again.

“Since you’re ealy we have a time for a quick fuck” he said before wrapping his pink lips around your already sensitive clit. You instantly feel weak at the knees when you feel his warm mouth around you. You press one hand onto your mouth to keep yourself from moaning while the other holds on for dear life on the edge of the shelf.

“But we gotta be real quick okay baby?” he asks, briefly parting his lips from yours, looking up at you through his lashes.

“Okay” you meekly reply, repressing a moan while Baekhyun goes down on you once more, lapping with hunger at your cunt, made shiny with your arousal and his spit.

“You’re going to be a good girl and get wet fast for me right baby” Lust laces his deep voice as he gives no rest to your already throbbing center.

“Yes sir” you respond nodding vigorously, feeling each tease of his tongue on your swollen clit you can’t help but to moan through your fingers, muffling them as much as you can while you get soaking wet for Baekhyun. Just like he asked you, you always do your best to satisfy him and within a few seconds your thighs are coated with your juices, strings of your arousal dangling between your swollen and needy cunt and the floor while your leg resting on Baekhyun’s shoulder shake and make your panties sway on your ankles.

You are so close to your release when Baekhyun stops. You let out a small whimper of disappointment.

“Don’t you finish by yourself you naughty little girl” Baekhyun says as he licks his lips clean.

“Yes sir” you say again but Baekhyun notices how your wet pussy clenches and throbs, so eager to be touched again, so needy for him. His eyes trail up your body and to your face. You’re flushed red, hand still pressed to your lips trying to hide away from him. He definetely loves that innocent look in your eyes, even after all these countless times he had fucked you. After he defiled your innocence and made you his toy, his cocksleeve, his play thing, after all the dirty things he forced you to say and the nasty things he got you to do… After all this you still looked like a scared little doe-eyed virgin.

He’s surely going to miss that.

He brushes his tip on your fold all the while maintaining steady eye contact with you. He presses his dick against your entrance and you gasp when you feel the pleasurable and familiar feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate the thick head of his cock. You’re still amazed at how you still feel slight, dull pain from how big he is. But you love that feeling, the satisfaction of knowing you’re squeezing his cock so thighly that has to bite his lips every time he enters you.

“Shit baby you’re so fucking tight for me” he groans as he keeps pushing himself in until he reaches the bottom of you, thick and long cock completely nested inside your warm and wet insides.

“Now what do you say baby?” he asks, still looking at you dead in the eyes. He smirks when you whimper cutely, embarrassment and shame painting your cheeks bright pink and anticipation making sweat drip down your temples.

“Please fuck me Sir” you moan in a soft whimper and Baekhyun’s smirk grows wider.

“Good girl” he praises while he pulls out slowly until only the tip is still inside and he smashes himself back violently. Instantly your hand that was covering your mouth flies to the edge of the shelf to keep you balanced because the thrust is so powerful that you have to use both hands to make sure you don’t crumble to the ground.

Baekhyun fucks you like never before. He gives your poor cunt no rest, thrusting in and out with long strokes that all aimed straight at your sweet spot. You can’t keep your voice down anymore and start to scream under the overwhelming pleasure.

Baekhyun presses his large palm onto your mouth but keep on pounding you with the hellish pace he settled.

“Shhhh… Keep quiet my baby” he whispers before grunting in your ear, driving himself closer to his release.

Only muffled moans, grunts and the sound of wet skin clashing fill the room. One lewd and melodious symphony.

Usually you have to ask Baekhyun for permission before cumming but this time you can't as he’s silencing you, his palm makes it impossible to say a word. But he picks up on your state of desperation as your cunt violently clenches arounds his thick and twitching cock.

“You want to cum baby?” he asks panting, lust darkening his gaze to a color you very much love. You nod tears brimming at the corner of your eyes. “Yeah?”

“Hmmhmm” you try to answer positively but Baekhyun slows down.

“What if I put a baby in your belly so you never forget about me? Huh?” he asks, suddenly the thought of baring Baekhyun’s children comes to you and you can’t help but to clench on his dick even harder.

“Oh baby. Do you like that ? You became even tighter” he says while going ever so slightly faster. “I’ll make you pregnant with my child” he said, his voice being merely an animalistic grunt. “You’re gonna cum on my cock and take my sperm?” he says as he takes his hand off your mouth.

“Yes please Sir” you beg instantly, doing your best to keep your voice down. Baekhyun goes back to the punishing pace. He fucks you deep and hard, pulling and pushing on your walls clenched around him trying to milk him dry.

“Take my fucking cum and get pregnant” he groans with one last porwerful thrust smashing right on your g spot. You cum around his cock and the crushing weight of your orgasm sweeps you away as you bite down on your bottom lip, being as silent as possible like you promised.

Baekhyun delivers what feels like gallons of cum while his tip is pressed to your cervix, directly serving his fertile cum to your hungry womb. Each throb of your orgasming pussy earning one big squirt of thick cum from his hard cock.

When Baekhyun slips out of you the last forces that were holding you down on the shelf just leave you and you collapse to your knees while your filled cunt just desperately twitches, already missing Baekhyun’s cock.

Baekhyun quickly grabs a clean rag and wipes himself down while you collect yourself and put your panties back in place to secure Baekhyun’s anniversary gift inside your womb.

When you are both fully clothed again he checks the time again. He looks worried somehow and you start to wonder why he isn’t holding you in his arms like he always does. Why his eyes seem to avert yours. And why he’s constantly checking the time.

“Baekhyunie…” you start as you wrap your hands around his bigger ones. Your eyes look for his. Your heart is racing against your ribs. “I…” you can't believe you’re about to say this but you have to. You have to let him know what kind of feeling have been bubbling in your chest months and months ago. Ever since you stepped inside the coffee shop for the very first time. Ever since the very first time your eyes landed on this warm and welcoming blonde barista with the cute pouty smile and the distinctive dangling earring. That fateful day the bell above the door rang and chimed like your heart. A feeling you haven’t felt ever since your mom passed away.

If you were the person that you are today it was thanks to him. Baekhyun made you feel alive again. He made you want to better yourself. Made you want to be the best woman you could be for him. Just for his sake. You’d go to hell and back for him and you had this urge to let him know. To let him know that he didn’t need to doubt you in any way that you were devoted to him and only him forever until your last breath.

“Baekhyunie… I love you”

There.

You said it.

But Baekhyun lets go of your hands, letting them fall at your side. He ripped his gaze from yours and just stood there silent.

Panic started to rush through your body and your throat felt dry. Your heart beat even louder in your chest but this time it was out of sheer terror. Why wouldn't he say it back? Why was he staying silent ?

“Sorry …” he started hesitantly. “But I think we should break up”

For a second you didn’t even catch the full meaning of those words put together. For you these words couldn't possibly be in the same sentence next to each other. It didn’t make sense because it was simply not possible.

But as the heavy silence fell between you, you realized what Baekhyun truly meant.

“What?” you whispered feverishly, the word almost getting stuck in your tight and dry throat.

“I think we should see other people” he said, usual warm honey toned voice as cold and biting as winter winds.

You couldn’t even cry or talk or move or do anything at all for that matter. You were stunned. You stayed there, wide eyes desperately looking for the warmth in Baekhyun’s orbs but they were as glacial as his voice, as his words and as his heart.

Baekhyun gently placed his hand on your back, delicately pressing it to guide you out of the storage room. Mechanically your feet activated and placed themselves in front of each other until you suddenly found yourself in front of the entrance, right under the bell above the door.

“You know I had something really special with you” he said as blankly as possible. “Thank you again for the watch every time I’ll look at it I’ll think of you” he leaned in and kissed your forehead which made your eyes snap back at him. This simple touch, this last straw of affection from the man you loved more than anything finally made you snap. Tears started to fill your eyes and blurred your vision but everything you wanted to say was getting caught in your throat. Your bleeding heart was crying for help inside your chest, desperately trying to win Baekhyun back by hammering against your ribs.

Your thoughts were knotted and incoherent, your brain couldn’t process what was happening. It couldn’t handle the desperation, the confusion, the disillusionment and the loss. This grieving pain clawing at your unarmed and helpless soul. This feeling of abandonment chewing up and tearing your heart with its sharp teeth before spitting it out and leaving it in the cold to rot all alone.

None of this could be real.

“Why?” you asked in a broken up whisper, weak voice quavering, on the verge of tears.

But Baekhyun only answered with a pitied half smile. Throwing one last look at the big wooden clock before opening the door for you. The usually happy chiming of the bell sounded somber. It seemed to be mocking you, ringing the death knell of this thing you thought to be a relationship; burying the immeasurable love you felt for this man.

And you walked out. As simply as that you just walked out.

When you turned around to look one last time at him you saw another woman come in. You didn’t pay much attention to her until she walked right past the counter and directly onto the arms of Baekhyun. Your crumbled up heart was already weeping but it exploded when Baekhyun swiftly removed the watch to slip it in his back pocket and leaned in to kiss the beautiful woman.

You heard it. You swear you heard it. You heard your heart physically being shattered in thousands of sharp pieces. You felt real physical, tangible pain, tearing through the already atrophied muscle and ripping open a gaping hole in your chest, letting the cool wind of the late summer chill your bones.

You will never forget the expression on his face when he looked at her. Smiling so genuinely. His eyes overflowing with something you had never seen. A sentiment he only poorly mimicked when he looked at you before. But did he fool you! The whole act had got you wrapped around his fingers, your naivete making you credulous and believing all of his sweet lies. But now you see it clear because he never ever looked at you this way.

The dilated pupils of his brown orbs as warm as summer, drooping in adoration, round cheeks made rose by an accelerated heart rate gently rising in a pure smile.

The look of love.

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mulloey · 2 years

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Request: Hi! Could you write a mafia Baekhyun and pregnant reader? Baekhyun doesn't want the baby but reader resists. Angst things but happy end please.

Warnings: mafia!bbh, pregnancy, slightly controlling bbh, mentioned whipping, mentioned face punching, implied abortion

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“How long did you think you could keep this up?”

His narrowed eyes are fixed on you as you squirm uncomfortably under his gaze. You know he’s angry. He’s seething, actually, but he looks calm, lounging comfortably in his chair, slouched in the scratched leather as he absentmindedly twirls his rings around his rough, coarse fingers. His posture says he’s bored but his face is focused and serious.

You shrug, eyes anywhere but on him and he sighs. “Look at me,” he says. His voice is cold, words sharp as he scrutinises you. When you finally meet his gaze he softens slightly and you half expect (hope) him to praise you, to call you a good girl and pat your head. Maybe even pull you into his hold and tell you it’s all alright. But he doesn’t. He just nods, satisfied at least, and motions for you to speak.

“I don’t know,” you whisper. Your hands absentmindedly stroke across your slightly swollen belly and it catches his attention. You watch as his gaze falls on you and for the first time in a while you seriously consider getting up and running because he regards you with pure and utter contempt.

“I thought you were smarter,” he says. “Thought I made you smart but I guess I was wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. Your grip on your belly tightens almost protectively because you know how volatile he is, how uncontrollable he is when he’s angry, and you know he’ll hurt you if he has to. He has before, on occasion, to protect you, he said, and you know as he glares at your shaking hands that he views the baby inside you as a threat. What’s worse is that he’s probably right — a pregnant mafia wife is a threat to everyone. It inflates the target already on your back and puts him at greater risk for it.

“Get rid of it,” he says and you shake your head instantly. You’ve seen a lot of horrible things as his wife but you will not see any harm brought to your baby. His baby.

“I’m not getting rid of it,” you snap, voice as cold as is safe around him. “It’s ours.”

His hand twitches slightly and you unconsciously edge away from him, retreating further into the safety of the chair. You know he wants to hit you. You hear it in his voice, in his pursed lips and calculating eyes. He hates back talk, despises when you don’t obey but he seems to have gathered that for you to have gone to such lengths to hide this, this is something he can’t beat you into submission on. He cannot control you here, cannot expect your usual obedience and that only makes him more angry.

“You’ll put yourself in danger,” he says. “And you’ll put that… thing in danger, too.”

“It’ll be fine,” you say. “With you to protect it. Just like you protect me.”

“No,” he says, voice raised and firm. “I won’t. I can’t.”

What comes next seems to take both of you by surprise. You don’t mean to shout. He’s taught you to fear disrespecting him, to fear putting even a toe out of line so your raised voice as you yell “For fuck’s sake, Baekhyun!” takes you both by surprise. Your words are followed by a whimper as you realise your mistake. You’ve watched people die at his hands for less, and were you anyone else you know you’d already be bleeding out onto the floor right now. And whatever protection your relationship affords you doesn’t stop him fingering the gun in his belt, eyes dark.

But he doesn’t lunge for you like you feared he would, or summon his men to set you straight as he’s done before — you still have marks set into your skin from his right hand man Loey’s frightening skill with a whip — he doesn’t do anything, actually. He just carries on talking, as if he hadn’t heard you at all.

“I won’t protect that thing in you,” he continues, “and as long as it’s there, I won’t protect you either.”

You balk. “What?”

Now you want to lunge at him but he’s already standing up— apparently this conversation is over. “It’s your choice,” he says. “I hope you’ll make the right one.”

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You don’t see him for a few days. Apparently you’re both ignoring each other, refusing to give in or even discuss a matter which in both of your minds has already been decided on. The only indication that he’s even thought about the situation, or you, at all, is his men’s grumblings to each other about how ‘Boss is extra angry lately’. And if you were skeptical about low-level complaints, the appearance of the first bruise you’ve ever seen on Loey’s face confirms it. He might work for Baekhyun, but you know from their interactions that Loey is the closest thing to an equal your husband allows himself. So when he drops by your room with a black eye and gritted teeth it sobers you. This is really bothering Baekhyun. So much so that he’s actually… upset?

“Upset is one word,” Loey grumbles. “The fucker decked me in the face.”

Over the years you’ve become almost friends with Loey — or the closest thing you can have to a friend, because your husband insists on keeping you all to himself — so you’re only slightly worried when a laugh slips out at the incredulous look on his face. He raises an eyebrow and a dirtied hand twitches, but he seems to find it sort of funny too.

“It serves you right,” you say. “For fucking whipping me.”

He smiles slightly, shrugs but his lips purse at the memory. “Boss’s orders, wasn’t it?” He mumbles. “You shouldn’t have tried to run.”

You roll your eyes when he looks away and it’s silent for a second before he speaks. “Talk to him, will you? Sort this out? He loves you but he wants to kill you right now, so he’s taking it out by killing us instead.”

“Well he can keep doing that,” you say. “Because I’m not killing our baby.”

He shrugs. “Then someone else will.”

You stare at him for a moment until you grasp the meaning of his words and jump back from him, shocked, terrified of the both of them. “Is that why you’re here?” You shriek, clutching your belly in horror and for some reason the fucker laughs.

“Of course not,” he says, “come back.”

You eye him suspiciously but relent, breathing evening out as you cautiously settle back on your bed, this time on the opposite side to him. He snorts. “Even if those were my orders, I’m not doing shit for the old man until he apologises for this.” He gestures towards his bruise, still grumbling to himself and you giggle.

“What, then?” You say. “What should I do?”

He sighs, shakes his head. “I don’t know. I told him his life wasn’t for you.”

He doesn’t let you respond before he’s left the room, door slamming shut. You slump against your pillows, one finger tracing patterns across your belly. You grab your hand, stopping yourself as you turn over on your side. You feel tears forming but your body won’t let them shed. You know what you need to do.

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He doesn’t even greet you before he launches into questioning, voice emotionless as he asks if you’ve gotten rid of it.

You nod almost dumbly, still in shock. You don’t want to think about this. The whole time you’ve loved this man you’ve fought not to be seen as a silly little trophy wife, but now that stereotype is all that holds you together. You’ve resigned to act as though you have no idea what happened, what you did, in the hopes that your conscience might follow the same tune and forget.

He smiles, the first you’ve seen since he learned of your condition. He pulls you down into his lap, gently pushing your head into the crook of his neck as he strokes up and down your back. “Good girl,” he whispers. “My good, good girl. So brave.”

You want desperately to let go, to let yourself cry and scream and feel something, but you know you can’t. You’ve made your decision — you chose him. He’s pleased. He’s loving. His words are all that matter.

Almost two years to the day, you find yourself staring at another positive pregnancy test, but this time he’s right beside you, kissing the tears of joy where they fall down your cheek. This time, it’s his hand that lies on your belly, that cradles the child within. Protecting it, loving it. Loving you. You made the right choice.

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A/n: first request posted! Thx anon, hope this is what u wanted!!! Pls comment and reblog! It rly motivates me to write more. Love xx

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luxora · 2 years

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EXO -> {Mafia AU} -> They find out you’re pregnant

Requested: Yes

Group: EXO

Genre: Fluff. Angst.

Warnings: Swearing. Weapons. References to bad childhoods. Kidnapping.

Xiumin

Sleep never did come easily to Minseok because of the various consequences for all the blood that he had on his hands. Being a man in a powerful position such as his came with a price, and that price was that his head on a platter was the desired gift for his enemies, especially since he has wrong them so many times. Therefore he never found the peace that came with sleep, which is why he was always on the go because of his inability of finding some kind of uninterrupted bliss.

But of course after yo became involved in his life, that changed. Suddenly Minseok was able to get things in life which didn’t involve in killing someone or paying an overwhelming amount for it. Instead, it just naturally came to him. Perhaps it was because you always wanted to be snuggled from behind when you lay in the bed, or that you liked to listen to his heartbeat after a particularly hard day at work, but either way Minseok found himself getting lulled into an unconscious bliss by listening to your steady breaths as you slept beside him. And for probably the first time, he found some kind of peace.

He is a creature of habit, hence why when you were not in bed with him, he was unable to fall asleep because he was so used to cradling you in his arms, being his warm body which just kept him cemented in sleepy bliss. Which leads to the slight problem of him immediately waking up whenever he didn’t feel your body pressed against his or your very presence in the bed. When he felt you no longer in the bed with him, his eyelids fluttered open and his shot up in the bed in alarm when he heard retching sounds coming from the bathroom.

The connecting bathroom to his bedroom was on and he no doubt could distinguish your voice through the retching noises, which prompted him to hastily leave the bed and hurry over, pushing opening the door to find you in the kneeling position, holding yourself over the toilet as you emptied out your stomach contents. He immediately stepped towards your in concern.

“Y/N?” He called out, walking over until he was right behind you. You looked over your shoulder and opened your mouth to say something before whirling back to empty out your stomach once again. Minseok immediately kneeled behind you and pulled your hair back, holding it together with one hand while pressing a comforting hand against your back while he waited for you to finish. He waited for a few moments before speaking. “Is everything okay?”

“Not...really.” You breathed, leaning your forehead against your hand as you felt nausea circle through your entire body, the taste of bile still present in your mouth. Minseok pressed a kiss to your clothed shoulder.

“Should I call in a doctor? Is it something you ate?“ He asked, thinking back on the dinner which the two of you had last night. He did not think that anything was wrong with it, but something was upsetting your stomach and he could not think of anything else which could cause it, unless you were coming down on something. You shook your head.

“No...I kind of have an idea of what caused it.” you said, tearing some toilet paper away from the roll and wiping your mouth with it before tossing it in the toilet and flushing. You turned around to face Minseok, him looking at you with a steady look as he waited for a further explanation, making you swallow nervously which did not go unnoticed.

“Y/N?” He called out, his hand comfortingly resting on your hip while his other hand reached out to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, making you smile slightly at his soft touch. You lifted your hand to grab his, bringing it down to rest on your thigh before you looked at him directly in the eye.

“Minseok...I’m pregnant.”

“...”

Being part of the mafia worlds usually comes with the understanding to expected the unexpected, which Minseok was very good with, but with you suddenly say that you pregnant, he definitely did not expect that. He just stared at you slack jawed, his eyes trying to detect any soft of deception in yours but he could find none, and then he glanced at your stomach which was still quite flat.

“P-Pregnant?” He repeated, eyes now fixed on your stomach as the news began to circulate in his head. You nodded and took the his hand to press it over your stomach, covering it with your own.

“Yes. Pregnant.”

While he didn’t know if he should be feeling anything yet, Minseok just slightly pressed his hand a bit more into your stomach, staring at it intensely before finally glancing back at your eyes, seeing you looking at him with nervous expectation as you waited for his final reaction to the news. But he was still rather stunned and he was now imagining the idea of him holding a young baby, one which had his eyes and your nose, or maybe your hair and your lips, along with his eyebrows or chin. His lips then slowly quirked upwards into a small smile.

“Okay.” He said, not really feeling the need to say anything else as his smile increased slightly as he looked back at your barely and gently rubbed his fingers against it. “Okay.”

Suho

There was always a constant danger to your life because of your connection to Junmyeon, as the wife of a mafia boss was most often the only weakness which enemies could exploit in their type of business. So when an all out war had begun between Jungmyeon’s gang and the Bangtan Sonyeondan gang, Junmyeon had to make sure that he kept you out of the line of fire, hence why he decided to have you sent away for a while to limit the risk of you being in danger.

However with you being his wife, you hardly made it easy for him and made sure to remind him of how stupid that you believed that he was being as you wanted to remain by his side despite the danger that it possessed. But he would hear none of it and ensured that you were sent to another country with the needed protection to make sure that you remained safe, with you protesting about it the entire time.

But despite of his persistent inclinations to keep you away safe, he still missed you. It was only natural, you were his wife and before the day you legally became his because of law, he always craved your attention, marrying you was just the extra icing on the cake. He was half-tempted to bring you back just so he could have your presence again but he knew better than to do that. Your safety came first above anything else, even above his own desires to have you back with him, so he relented in order to ensure that no harm came to you.

But then the phone call came, and everything came to a standstill.

“What did you say?” He said, his grip on his phone shaking as he stood frozen on the spot, about to head into a meeting with the rest of his members to discuss the next stage of planning. He heard some rustling on your side before you sighed and repeated what you said.

“I’m pregnant.”

You had been sent away not too long ago, about a month or so, and doing the math is his head, Junmyeon knew that it was his. But now with the war going on, just how the hell was he supposed to keep his head on straight to keep his gang alive and with the winning hand that he has over his enemy. His knees shook as they suddenly lost their strength and he slumped against the wall to support himself from collapsing completely.

“...Dammit Y/N.” He cursed, bringing his hand to his face to rub it insistently. He heard you scoff.

“Oh so sorry it is not the news you wanted to hear, especially given the precarious time that your precious gang is in.”

Sarcasm was often something you went to when you were upset about something, and given his reaction to the news and the situation he has put you in, he did not blame you for being upset, but his mind and heart were working in two different directions at the moment and he wasn’t thinking straight.

“Now is not a good time.”

“Oh, would you like me to get a refund then? Go back in time and make sure that we didn’t say goodbye in an oh so passionate way? Of course darling, anything for you.”

“Y/N-”

“Don’t Y/N me. The fact that the only thing you have said that now is not a good time to have a baby is more than enough to tell me what you think of this, of what you think of me.” He heard your voice crack at the end, a clear sign that you emotions were starting to break through the surface and an ice cold flush of dread washed over him as he listened to you.

“Y/N, that is not what-”

“No, let me leave you be. I’m guessing you are about to go to a meeting now? Have fun while I stay here pregnant without my husband knowing that he isn’t happy about this.”

You hung up before he could say anything else, and the second he heard the sound he knew that he fucked up. Junmyeon all but threw his phone to the floor before sliding down to it, covering his face as he cursed under his breath while his mind was whirling about his thoughts while his heart was only increasing his need to have you in his arms.

“Dammit...fucking dammit!” He cursed, angrily kicking his legs before he slumped his head back against the wall, his teeth gritted tightly while he continued to curse. “Damn it all.”

The news was just sprung on him so suddenly, he didn’t know what to think or feel, the timing was just not good. He knew that you would not do anything rash, especially now considering the news you just told him, but he always know he had fucked up badly with you. He needed to make it up to you...as well as maintain his gang through this stupid war.

Lay

The knife which Yixing was using to make dinner for the two of you fell out of his hands, food the last thing on his mind as he turned to look at you in shock, your body standing in the kitchen doorway with the pregnancy stick in your hands which gave you the answer that you were expecting to explain the reason of why you were late.

“What?” Yixing, still staring at you in shock even though he had heard your words so clearly. You swallowed before repeating yourself.

“I’m pregnant.”

Yixing leaned heavily on the counter, his chest feeling tight with mixed emotions while he tried to support himself both mind and body at the news. Pregnant? You? Just the thought of you carrying a baby, his baby, it was just...something he hadn’t considered before. He never really thought about his future with you, or rather the promises of a future with you. He knew that he was going to keep you in his life, you were his in every single way just as he was yours, but a baby...he never considered having a baby.

Now with the knowledge that you were carrying a part of him in your belly, a part of him which he had helped create, it just...changed things somehow. Even though Yixing had a relatively clear direction of his life, especially given his talents to his gang, suddenly things just began to sharp around him and the clearest thing which was the primary focus in everything was you. You were were the beginning and the last all of a sudden. He loves his gang, he is loyal to his gang, but now his priorities have shifted, his entire plans have shifted.

He moved away from the counter and walked to you, a steady look in his eyes as he stood in front of you and took the pregnancy stick from your hands to look at it. Two lines. A positive. A symbol of the type of future that he was going to have with you.

He felt the intensity of your eyes on him, waiting for his further reaction as he has not said anything else to you since your announcement. It was still the very early stages of the pregnancy, the baby hardly the size of a bean and yet it was growing in your belly, and Yixing was the father. Obviously neither you nor him discussed the future beyond than the two of you remaining together, but now it seemed life just tossed the two of you a massive curve ball that neither of you could dodge or hit back.

You were pregnant with Yixing’s baby, the baby of a mafia boss, and you can only imagine what kind of dangers which will pose to it, especially given Yixing’s reputation in the mafia world.

“Marry me.”

Yixing watched as your head shot up in shock, staring at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw, but he kept his face composed as he continued to look you with steady determination.

“What?” You said, this time being the one taken aback from words.

“Marry me.” Yixing repeated, not bothering to ask you for it because he knew that was what he wanted and he has always been one that always gets what he wants, including you.

“Yixing-”

“We’re going to get married, and we are going to be parents. Might as well do it right.”

Yixing never did properly plan for his future with you, content with his life now, but now with the knowledge that you were pregnant with his baby, he knew everything which he needed to know and what he needed to do. You and his baby were the first ones in his life now, his gang second. While he heard that men often become soft after families, he never considered he would be one of them. But he didn’t care what others thought.

He was going to be a husband and father, and he was going to be damn sure to make everything safe and perfect for his family.

Baekhyun

The silence was deafening in Baekhyun’s office as you stood in the middle of the room, hands nervously twisting together as you waited for his reaction, Baekhyun not moving his gaze from the paper work which he doing before you had come him with the insistent need to discuss something with him. While he wanted to wait until he returned home, you simply could not wait, which resulted in you blurting out the fact that you were...well...

“Pregnant.” Baekhyun repeated slowly, as if he was testing the word out on his tongue, and judging from the scowl on his lips, he did not like it. He finally looked from his paper work and stared hard at you, his lips fixed in a deep scowl as he narrowed his eyes. “How certain are you?”

You were unsure on how to react from his steely look, and nervously looked down at your feet to gather your thoughts before looking back at him, fingers twisting with each other once again as your nerves continued to increase. “I took the test this morning, and I am late this month so-”

“So you have not gone to a hospital yet to make sure?” Baekhyun asked, or rather stated as he continued to give you a hard look. You swallowed nervously but shook your head, making Baekhyun continue to stare at you for a few moments before finally looking away, freeing you from his gaze before he started to tidy his desk and stand up from it.

“What are you-”

“I want to personally oversee if you truly are pregnant. We are going to the hospital.”

Baekhyun picked up his jacket that was hanging over his chair before walking over to you, taking your hand in his before leading you out his office and down the corridor to head towards the parking lot of his headquarters, you staring at him in confusion and shock the entire time. When the two of you eventually got to the car, he opened the passenger side for you as usual before getting into the driver’s seat and taking off in the direction of the closest hospital.

But while it would seem that it would perhaps be a good thing that Baekhyun was personally taking you to the hospital to be certain about your pregnant, his death grip on the steering wheel and the tightness of his jaw told you another story. You subconsciously covered your stomach with your hands as you continued to look at his profile.

“Baekhyun.” You called out, him humming in response to let you know that he was listening. You nervously licked your lips. “Are you...happy about me being possibly pregnant?”

You waited for his answer, hoping for him to give it to your straight away, but instead Baekhyun remained silent. His grip on the steering wheel impossibly tightened even more and this time you are a glaring glint in his eyes as his jaw muscles twitched as he pulled into the hospital parking lot, smoothly parking the car and turning off the engine before finally turning to you to give you an answer.

“No.”

And just like a bullet, a hole was shot through your chest with the direct answer. Even when Baekhyun unbuckled your seat belt for you and got out of the car to walk to your side and help you out of the seat, the effect of his answer had shook your entire core. His hand on your lower back that insistently guided you into the hospital was no longer comforting like a lover, but rather like a jailer leading a prisoner to death row.

“Baekhyun-”

“Once the doctor confirms your status, we will do whatever is necessary.”

His tone was cold and controlled, and you did not feel any warmth from him at all, not like you usually did. Your hands now protectively covered your stomach while you stared at him like he was some kind of stranger but Baekhyun shrugged it off as he lead you into the hospital.

He was not going to bring a child into this world, not a child that was connected to him in any kind of way. He was not going to lose you to some subdivision of himself, he refused. And you were going to see that eventually when the two of you find out the true status of your supposed pregnancy. He was not going to let another him come into this world only to take you away from him.

Chen

Jongdae was a complex man, never one to reveal his emotions to others because once one knew the intentions of another, they would figure out a way to try manipulate the outcome, which is why Jongdae always kept his thoughts and emotions to himself. And when he become involved with you, he remained an enigma because of his habit of being closely guarded, and that was due to the type of environment he was forced into from a young age.

However he was not an uncaring man, he just had a cool composure. He did care for you, you knew that he did. He was a constant presence in your life which made sure that you were cared for an loved. When he kissed you, he filled you with warmth, and the way he held you at night with your back pressed tightly against his bare chest, he made you feel protected. Even though he found it difficult to open up, he made sure that you knew that he cared for you, that he loved you, even though he did not really say it with words.

But today was the first time that you saw his composed mask crack. His jaw muscle twitched and you watched as his mask piece by piece began to crack as he stared down at the pregnancy stick which you had given him, with two red stripes staring up at him while he sat on the bed with you standing in front of him, waiting for some sort of reaction.

Jongdae usually viewed emotions as a weakness, especially given how the feeling of vulnerability made him feel sick to his stomach as in the past he learnt very quickly and harshly that emotions could lead to one’s death, especially with the wrong company. But staring down at his future with you, with the promise that there was a life with you which he had helped to create, it just made him feel so many things.

Fear, worry, concern, nervousness, but most of all...joy.

Joy and hope, those were the dominant feelings that he had boiling up in his chest and when he finally looked up to lock eyes with you, his love for you just came pouring out of him that he did not even realize that he was on his feet until he was swallowing your gasp as he pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, his arms wrapped tightly around you and holding you close to him. He pulled away just so he could rest his forehead against yours, still clutching the pregnancy stick tightly in his hand as he stared at you.

“You complete me.” He uttered, the intense emotion behind it nearly knocking you off your feet.

He then hugged you tightly, nearly squeezing you to death with how tight he was hugging you. You felt his body trembling slightly and when you opened your moth to say something, you heard the most abnormal sound coming from your usually stoic lover.

A sniffle.

For the first time in a long time, Jongdae allowed himself to cry. But not because of sadness, but because of the overwhelming amount of joy that he was feeling right now. He was going to be a father. You were going to be a mother. The two of you were going to have a family. The very idea of having a family of his own just filled him with so much joy that he just couldn’t help but cry in relief and in happiness.

While he did not usually say how much he loved you, the way he was breaking up in your arms told you just how much he did. He never broke open in front of anyone, not even in front of his own gang members, so that fact that he was giving you this sole opportunity to see him vulnerable, you treasured it, Because Jongdae was overjoyed that he was going to have a child with you, and that the two of you were going to be the part of something great.

“Thank you Y/N...thank you.”

He meant it. He truly meant it. He loved you and he was grateful to you. You have given him so much more meaning to his life. And he was not going to waste a single moment of it.

“Thank you for everything.”

Chanyeol

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”

Each time that Chanyeol cursed, a bullet was shot into one of the training targets until it was littered with holes. Chanyeol cursed loudly as he empty yet another cartridge of bullets, making him throw it across the room while he stormed over the table to grab yet another gun, only to be stopped with a hand on the shoulder.

“Cool it Chanyeol, you don’t want to blow the whole place up.” Chanyeol roughly swiped the hand off him.

“I’m dealing with guns, not fucking bombs.” Chanyeol growled at Junmyeon, shoving him away from him while he began to put together the next gun he was going to use. Junmyeon sighed.

“It is not bad news, I don’t understand why you are reacting this way.” Chanyeol whirled around to glare at his boss, teeth gritted tightly together while fury burned in his eyes.

“If you had a life like me, you would understand why I hate this so much.” He growled before storming back to the line to shoot at the two target which had been brought out.

Chanyeol did not grow up easy, it being one of the reasons of why he became involved in the mafia world in the first place. Getting abandoned by some deadbeat parents, Chanyeol had moved from foster home to foster home before eventually taking off into the streets where he learned how to survive on his own. He suffered a lot growing up, especially by the hands of adults who were poisonous and vile, that just remembering them made Chanyeol sick to his gut. He has seen the worst in the people, and he hates to think back on where he had come from because it just reminds him of how wretched this world really is.

“She hasn’t even told you yet.”

“I saved her the fucking trouble.” Chanyeol snapped, emptying yet another cartridge in his furious shooting.

When you had told him that morning that you had a few appointments that afternoon, he was suspicious because of how weird you were acting. So he had one of his men follow you around while he worked with his gang, and it was from the one phone call from his subordinate that his past life came back alive and kicking at him with furious blows. The fact that he was bringing another being into this sick world, it just infuriated him.

“She’s pregnant Chanyeol. Its a good thing-”

“It’s not a fucking good thing!” Chanyeol screamed before slamming the gun down and whirling aorund to look at his leader, eyes blazing in fury while he practically snarled like an animal. “I don’t want a fucking kid, I don’t want to contribute to this fucked up world and all of its poison! I don’t fucking want it!”

“Chanyeol-”

“If I have to cut open her belly myself then I will do it! I won’t let Y/N bring in some lowlife little shit in this world if it is the last thing I do! I’m not having a kid and that’s the fucking end of it!”

“...Is that so?” A soft but lethal voice called out, making Chanyeol whirl around to the entrance of the shooting range to see the murderous sight of you.

You stood at the doorway in a dress, looking beautiful as ever, but your eyes were murderous and you instinctively had a hand covering your stomach while you held a box in your other hand. You glanced at Junmyeon who had noticed your presence long before Chanyeol did and then back to him, your lips fixed in a permanent scowl.

“Well since you have made you intentions clear, I will be on my way.”

You dropped the box to the floor and stormed out the door, prompting Chanyeol to immediately give chase as no matter how he was feeling right now, he could not let you walk away from him. Not now, not ever.

D.O.

Kyungsoo had been away for five months for a mission, something he hated because it meant that he was away from you, but it was something that he had to do because it was important for his gang to make sure that the mission was a success. And of course you were unable to contact him during those three months because he could not afford any distractions that could disrupt him from his mission in the annihilation of his gang’s foreign rivals, nor give any indication that he had a weakness that could be used against him.

He was well assured though that you were taken care of, his gang watching over you during his absence. However when he finally returned, they did not bother to tell him about your bodily status, especially he was going to find out soon enough when the two of you were going to reunite.

When he finally arrived home and laid his eyes on you as you were in the kitchen, he breathed out your name before hurrying towards you, sweeping you into a hug which you readily returned as you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck. But as he did the same thing to you, he noticed a slight difference to your body, or rather felt it as he tried to pull you closer to him as he missed the feeling of your body against his.

There almost felt like...a barrier of space.

Kyungsoo slowly pulled away to look at you and his eyes all but bulged out when he noticed the slight belly which you had, quite different from the relatively flat belly you had before he had left. He glanced back to look at your eyes and this time he saw that you were waiting for him with patient excitement as you smiled at him while your hands rested on his arms, not wanting him to let go for even a second. Kyungsoo’s lips parted as he glanced at your belly again and then back at you.

“Are you...”

You nodded, a smile crawling on your face while shock dawn on Kyungsoo’s face. He stared at your belly again, it still being quite subtle but enough to tell him the truth. You were pregnant. Pregnant with his baby.

...

And his gang didn’t tell him a single thing about it.

Anger immediately flared up in Kyungsoo as he stepped away, determined to storm back to headquarters where he was going to fire bullets straight into the foreheads of his members because how dare they keep such an important thing from him. You were pregnant with his baby! Why the fuck would they not tell him about something as important as that? He was going to kill them, he really was going to kill them.

“Kyungsoo don’t!” You exclaimed, hugging him from behind and pressing himself against you as best as you could. “Don’t be mad at them!”

“You were pregnant and they didn’t tell me! I will fucking kill them!”

“You were on a mission love.”

“Mission be damned! I should have been here!”

“But you are now.” You said, pressing a kiss on his neck before reaching for one of his hands bringing it to your stomach so that he may feel it.

While the baby wasn't’ kicking yet, Kyungsoo couldn’t help but freeze at the feeling of your pregnant belly, making him turn to stare at it in astonishment while you covered his hand with your own to keep it there. He was furious with his gang for keeping this from him, but now...he was here. Here with you with his hand on your belly, hoping to feel some kind of movement from the life he helped create.

“...”

He didn’t say a word as he continued to feel your stomach, which prompted you to wrap your arm around his neck to pull him in closer and to press a kiss to your lips before whispering against them.

“You’re here now.”

And he was never going to leave again. Not now, not ever.

Kai

While Jongin adored you, he did not marry you for your cooking. Despite your attempts to try prepare meals for him, they always did end up in failure, not that he minded since he did have a professional cook permanently hired in order to prepare food for the two of you every day. But when he had returned home, instead of the glorious smell of Miss Choi’s cooking, he instead smelt smoke and that immediately told him that you had dismissed Miss Choi for the day to cook for yourself.

You were incredibly determined, which was one of the things which he did marry you for.

Just the sight of you made Jongin smile as he stepped into the kitchen, chuckling as you cursed loudly as you opened the oven and a small trail of smoke snuck out from the gap which made you curse even more and actually hit the oven as you closed it.

“What did the poor oven do to you?”

You jumped when you heard Jongin’s voice, making him chuckle as he walked into the kitchen and gather you into his arms as he greeted you with a kiss. You pulled away from him with flushed cheeks.

“Y-You’re home early.”

“I wanted to come home to my wife, is that a crime?” He teased, knowing that you will quip him about being a gang leader and so he is always performing some sort of illegal act. But instead you said nothing, glancing at the oven while biting your bottom lip with nervous contemplation. He cocked his head. “Something wrong?”

“Not...exactly. I just thought...that I would have had it ready by when you came home. Clearly not.” You sighed, unwinding your arms from around him before rubbing your eyes in frustration. Jongin immediately looked at you in concern.

“What do you mean?” You sighed before looking at him, no longer biting your lip but still looking nervous nonetheless.

“Just look in the oven. It will tell you.” You said, making Jongin look at you in confusion before looking at the oven.

Deciding that perhaps it was wise for him to do what you said, Jongin walked to the oven and opened it, leaning away as a bit of smoke escaped the cavern and to reveal a brunt bun on a baking tray. He stared at it for a long moment before looking at you with an unsure looking.

“Did you try a new recipe or something?” He asked, which made you gape at him.

“No I...no!” You exclaimed, making him jump slightly from the volume of your voice. Jongin looked back at the bun, eyebrows furrowing before reaching inside the oven to touch it. It was rock hard. He looked back at you.

“Don’t worry, I will still eat it.” Even though his stomach began to internally protest, he hated seeing you look so upset so he will gladly eat some burnt bun to make you smile. But it seemed to be the wrong thing to say as you actually stomped your foot before shaking your head.

“No! I...it’s...what is it?!” You demanded, making Jongin blink at you in confusion before glancing at the bun and then back at you.

“A bun?”

“And where is it?”

“...In the oven?”

You then looked at him expectantly, eyes wide and your arms spread out as you stared at him intently, as off waiting for the penny to drop. But Jongin clearly showed on his face that he had no idea at what you were trying to say, which made you groan in frustration.

“What is it altogether babe? Put it together!”

“A bun...in the oven?” Jongin tested, looking at you carefully as you impatiently stared at him.

You were clearly trying to tell him something, but he still couldn’t quite understand what it was. He looked back at the oven and the bun and furrowed his eyebrows in thought, the sentence repeating in his head before suddenly his eyes widened in realizing, the implication dawning on him before he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Are you pregnant?” He asked, or rather demanded, as hope suddenly began to boil up in his stomach and fill his entire body.

Your body finally relaxed as Jongin figured it out and you let out a relieved sigh before finally nodding, only to squeal seconds later when Jongin suddenly swept you into his arm and twirling you around the kitchen, delighted laughter filling the room as joy overwhelmed his entire body.

Sehun

Sehun was protective over you, he always has been, and with the two of you getting married, his protectiveness only increased and while you thought it was a bit much and thought that hopefully it was ease up once the two of you got married, you were proven so terribly wrong because it only seemed to get worse. Therefore the newly married bliss quickly faded away when the two of you got into your first fight since getting married.

“You are too controlling! Let me breathe!

“It is my job to protect you!”

“Protect me! Not smother me!”

And so you had walked out to breathe, ordering Sehun to not send any men after you unless he wanted to be newly divorced after getting married. He should have risked it because now you were snatched away from him from some foreign gang that thought they could get milk out some power out of Sehun. And while he was working hard to get you back, snarling angrily at the taunting calls that he would get, today he was absolutely frozen in shock while the phone call was on speaker in the middle of the meeting room, his members learning the truth at the same time as him.

“What...did you say...” Sehun uttered, looking at the phone with an intense look as the words circled aorund his head while his heart felt like it was slowly getting squeezed by a python.

“Aww, did you new wifey not tell you before she came on a little date with us? Aw well we are honored to inform you then! Congratulations, you are going to be a father!”

Sehun immediately thought back to the day where the two of you had fought, to how angry he was that you had left without informing him or taking any bodyguards with you despite the two of you being on honeymoon. You had wanted to tell him something, something important, but he did not give you the chance, immediately attacking you with his vicious words.

He now knew what you had wanted to tell him.

“She is only just starting to show too, hmm, do you think it will be a boy or a girl? If it is a boy, hmm how unfortunate that he will look like his father, but a lovely little girl who looks just like her mother, now that would be a gift to the world.”

Just hearing the slightly husked tone of the man’s voice sent fury through Sehun’s veins and he all but slammed his hands on the table as he glared at the phone furiously, his entire body shaking as imagined the ways he would torture the men keeping you captive.

“If you so much lay a finger on my wife, you’re dead.”

“My my, making threats to someone who is holding your pregnant wife captive? Tsk tsk, and here I thought you weren’t an amateur.”

Sehun was going to kill them, he was going to kill every single one of them and make them watch each other as he snips their lifelines one by one. But first he needed to get you back. He needed to get you and...and just love you. To embrace you and to tell you that he was never going to raise his voice at you again. And that he was happy, that he was happy that you were pregnant, that you and his family was growing, to just tell you that he will make you the happiest woman alive.

He needed you. He just needed you. He needed his family.

“...You have made a grave mistake making a move on my family.” Sehun growled to the phone, which only prompted the man’s voice to chuckle into the speaker.

“You made the grave mistake of letting your wife wander around a foreign city in her state, quite the failure of a newlywed if you ask me.”

“Nobody is asking you shit.” Sehun growled, only prompting another laugh.

“No one needs to, now unless you want me to start marring the beautiful skin of your wife, you will give in to our demands, unless married life doesn’t really entice you any longer.”

Sehun going to make them pay putting you through this torture, for making you and his future baby go through his torture. He was going to save you and make it up to you, he was never going to let any harm come to you again. That was an oath he was willing to take.

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Chaos By A Rose Bush

Pairing ᯓ★ Lee Jeno x Park Jisung / Johnny Suh x Na Jaemin / Mark Lee x Na Jaemin / Johnny Suh x Xiaojun / Wong Yukhei x Wu Yifan / Kim Jungwoo x Lee Taemin / Ten Lee x Lee Taeyong

Synopsis ᯓ★ Ten Lee is a simple guy who moved to Korea to fulfill his dream job as a doctor. Lee Taeyong is trying to keep everyone safe as much as he can. Wong Yukhei is trying to take over the world. Neozone is well known for keeping the streets of Seoul, South Korea safe. though the people think otherwise. Neozone creates deals with other mafia groups that try to fight against them, and Neozone is known to take down other mafia groups that try to cross their path. Except for one. Lumidome is China's most wanted Mafia group. They are the most dangerous, with members who are strong, smart, independent and dangerous. They want Korean territory. Will Neozone be able to protect their home from invaders?

Warnings ᯓ★ 18+, kidnapping, torture

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CHAPTER FOUR (5.1k)

The room was dark as tension lingered in the air of the bedroom. The events of the previous night were swirling around his head, as Yukhei sat on the end of the bed. He was proud to say that they were making an indent on Neozone’s allies, as well as the group itself but the lingering thoughts of how long this could take started to roam his head.

But what was he worried about? He held so much of the world in the palm of his hand that he didn’t need to worry about the idea of defeating Neozone to take over the Korean systems. But still, those worries tend to fill his mind more often than he’d like to admit.

He ran his hands through his hair as he let out a silent sigh. He wanted to go for a walk, the way he used to in the streets of Sha Tin, China. Just to think and plan as he goes. Even though he has a proper full plan set out already in motion, he needs to prepare for the future once they conquer Korea.

The ruffling of the blanket pulled his attention to the member that shared a bed with him. Yifan’s tired eyes blankly stared at the wide-awake member before he stretched out and sat up. His hair was a mess as he draped an arm over Yukhei’s shoulder.

“What’s got you up?” He muttered, his deep voice husky and low like a rumble. He threaded his fingers through the brunette’s hair as he placed a kiss on the younger's shoulder.

With all of the thoughts running through his head, some time with Yifan was what he needed. As his eyes closed, his head fell gently against the olders. He didn’t want to admit that he was more stressed than usual, but he couldn’t tell a lie to him.

“I have to be honest and admit that I’m a little bit stressed about the overall situation with Neozone.” Yifan looked at the younger one with the smallest frown. He tangled his fingers in Yukhei’s hair as a way to try to relax the younger.

“Why are you stressed? You’ve had this plan for months, and it’s going perfectly.” He hummed, trying to read the brunette’s expression.

“It’s honestly just a worry that they could possibly be stronger than us. But then again, there isn’t anyone who has overpowered us, so why am I worrying?”

The tone in his voice sounded more of a plea than he wanted it to sound. The expression of Yifan’s face softened in a slight worry before a gentle smile appeared on his face. He rested a hand against Yukhei’s cheek and ran his thumb against the younger's bottom lip.

“I understand your worry, I do. But I think rest should help ease your mind.”

Pulling the younger back down into bed, he linked his fingers together with Yukhei’s. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of his hand before turning the younger's face to look at him. It was read all over Yukhei’s face that something more was troubling him, but Yifan knew not to press him about it.

He softly pressed a kiss to his lips before he got comfortable once again next to the younger. Yukhei buried his face into Yifan’s hair, taking in his scent and pulled him close. Maybe the comfort of Yifan really was all he needed.

Panic arose in Ten’s chest as he pressed his back against the wall of the moving van. His mind was racing as he looked at Eunwoo. It must have been read on his face, when Eunwoo held up his hands.

“Relax. You’re fine.” The soft voice commented. Ten’s entire being was frozen in one position. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to talk. He only ever saw this in TV shows, but now he was in the midst of a kidnapping. He was getting kidnapped.

“You got him?” A higher pitched male voice shouted from the front of the van.

“We got him!”

The girl took off her mask and ran her hand through her hair. Ten’s eyes couldn’t help but scan every single being in the van, so he could be able to go to the police about being kidnapped if and whenever he was able to escape.

The girl had beautiful brown eyes with dark eyeliner as she eyed him. She held what looked like a knife in her hand, clean and closed.

“Panic too much, and bad things could happen to you.”

Ten swallowed dryly as he closed his eyes. He told himself that if he kept his eyes closed for a little, and opened them, he wouldn’t be in the middle of a moving van with three of his kidnappers. That simply didn’t work.

Eunwoo threw off his tie and put the briefcase in a bag before shoving it to the side. He looked at Ten in the eyes, feeling his stress and fear. He gave a soft hum before he shuffled forward. Ten, in self defence, pulled his body closer to himself as he tried to swing a fist at Eunwoo.

With ease, Eunwoo grabbed his wrist and looked him in the eyes.

“Ten, seriously. Relax. I know you're scared, and I know you’re stressed out over everything, but it will all be explained once we get there. Trust me.” His calming voice actually made an impact on the smaller members’ mindset.

Ten never realized, but his hands were shaking. His mind continued to race with options he could do as soon as the door would open again. But reviewing the state of each member in the van, many of his options were narrowed down to only a selective few.

As the group sat in silence on the ride to wherever the hell they were going, Ten made a mental note in his mind to make a Will as soon as he got out of the situation. Make a will, tell his mother he loves her, and visit his sisters.

But as the van was put to a harsh stop, he quickly realized that there was a chance he might never get to do any of that again.

“We’re here.”

The door slid open as the girl jumped out of the van. Everything was moving so fast that Ten didn’t even get to attempt an escape. He looked at Eunwoo with pure fear circulating through his blood system. Eunwoo’s soft eyes only put Ten a little more at ease.

As they walked further into what seemed like a parking garage, Ten hit an understanding. None of the members that surrounded him seemed like they wanted to harm him. None of them, except the woman, had weapons. Not even Eunwoo, who at this point, he trusted the most. Overall, the man did help him get out of further interrogation.

The tallest out of the bunch pulled off his mask and pushed open one of the doors. He gestured for the group to go in, when Eunwoo insisted that Ten go in first.

Inside the room was pure amazement. The infrastructure was absolutely stunning. Statues stood tall in all 4 corners of the room as it was lavished with purple, red and gold fabrics. In the center of the room was a throne type chair. Spikes coming from every side.

Once she made eye contact with Ten, she smiled. By first glance she seemed like a true sweetheart. Her eyes told you love stories, but the spiked rings on her fingers told you stories of misery. Her entire body decked out in spikes and leather.

Lisa Manobal. Though she looked as if she was harmless, you give her the wrong look, and you’ll be dead to her in seconds. Of course, Ten didn’t know this of such a beautiful woman.

“I’m glad you came back safely.” She said, her voice soft and humble like. Eunwoo bowed his head to her as Ten mimicked the taller.

“He’s here with no injuries whatsoever. Like you ordered, ma’am.” She gave him a gentle smile before she made eye contact with Ten. Not only did her eyes send butterflies through his throat, but her posture also made him feel weak beneath her. Just by looking at the room around her, and how she was treated by the others, it was as if she was royalty.

Ten gave a nervous smile, unsure of who she really was and what he was doing in such a decked-out room.

“I doubt they explained anything to you,” She walked over to him before shooting a glare towards Eunwoo. He shuffled off with the other two in the room. “I’m Lisa. Lisa Manobal. I believe your friend's name is Taemin?”

The familiarity of the name shot mixed signals throughout his core. From being worried to being relieved, he was just glad to hear his name from someone who seemed to be in the same department as Taemin.

“You know him?”

“He asked me to bring you here-“

“where is he?” Ten stated, before letting her finish. The raised eyebrow as she looked at him, showed him that she wasn’t used to being interrupted.

“He’s in the back room waiting for you, go ahead. I bet you’ve had a stressful day.” Ten ever so slightly rolled his eyes to her words. Was he having a stressful day?

Lisa was genuinely entertained by Ten’s reactions to her simplistic words. She would have to agree that he in fact was someone she would want to have a full-on conversation with, once war wasn’t amidst them and their connections.

Swinging the door open, Taemin jumped to his feet. He made eye contact with the one he asked for help. Ten’s eyes were scared but his facial expression told otherwise. That was one of the things he connected with Taeyong. Both men were good at hiding their concerns behind their faces.

“Ten…”

The younger member rushed over to Taemin and hugged him as tight as he was allowed to. Knowing that Taemin was safe and being in Taemin’s embrace almost made him crack under the pressure. Taemin’s arms around him felt comforting as his entire day was one hectic incident after the other.

But as his mind registered what was going on, he pushed Taemin back, with tears seen in his eyes.

“You have to tell me what the hell is going on Taemin. No stalling. No lying. Tell me everything.”

He could see in Taemin’s expression that it wasn’t going to be something good. He could tell he was in for the ride of his life, learning about what Taemin was involved in. But damn it, he deserved to know after today.

The stress of learning about Johnny’s whereabouts forced Taeyong to pace back and forth on the open floor plan of the warehouse. Seen in his eyes, he was very unhappy with the results of the fight of the previous night. Rage emitted from him as he muttered nonsense to himself, creating his own plan in his mind.

The Dreamies sat around a table, watching their leader pace back and forth. They could only imagine the level or anger he harbours inside. Jisung felt especially guilty to be in the same room as Taeyong. He believed that the leader was upset over the missing files, not just the whole shebang that occurred.

Mark sat on the edge of the table top, fiddling with Jaemin’s brass knuckles, while Jaemin himself sat next to him. They sat in their own comfortable silence, while the other Dreamies discussed among themselves about their own defences around the building.

“What do you think is on his mind?” Jaemin questioned, watching as Taeyong ran his hands through his already messy red hair.

“I’m not quite sure, but I can tell that it’s not something good.”

“It’s probably about last night to be honest… We’re all too shaken up about it to even talk about it with each other…” Mark looked to the younger member before he threw his arm around his shoulders.

“Relax Jae, things will be okay. We’ll be okay, isn’t that right boys?” Mark announced a tad bit louder for the rest of the boys to hear.

“Huh?”

The attention of the boys was now put on Mark and Jaemin.

“We’re all going to be okay.”

His eyes met with Sehun’s. The older member gave him an uneasy feeling in his gut, but he knew that Sehun could keep things under control with the Dreamies if things went south.

“We’ll be fine.” Sehun announced, giving a smile to the younger boys.

Jisung gave a look to his hyung that made Sehun feel sorry for him. Though he was the youngest member of the Dreamies, he still had a lot of things to learn. Being put in charge of the files was an easy job when he joined the gang, but now after this, he began to wonder if Jisung regretted joining at all.

Standing, he joined beside Jisung and put an arm around him.

“Hyung, what if he’s even more upset about the files than I think he is…?”

“No, I don’t think that’s what’s on his mind at the moment. I think the entire issue with the fight and Johnny’s disappearance is what’s on his mind. I think you’ll be okay.” Sehun vowed. Hearing those words, Jisung was set to ease. Sehun had that effect on the Dreamies. He was able to calm them down easily, some thought he was good with teenagers while others said he was still in the mindset of a teenager.

But everything was disrupted when a door slam caught every single member's attention. All Dreamie members got to their feet and readied their fists for a brawl.

“Relax everyone, it’s Jaehyun.” Taeyong announced, holding up his hand in defence. Almost instantly, all boys sat back down with ease. The prior night really startled them to a point where any sound could set them off in fight mode.

“Reports?”

“Baekhyun is back with his crew. But I have to be honest, that place is an utter mess. Lotto City used to be a place for communications, but now it’s a place for fighting.” Jaehyun stated, exhaustion seen all over his face.

Taeyong patted his arm before clapping.

“I need everyone here right now. A meeting is called!” He announced, his voice booming through the warehouse.

As each member joined the center of the warehouse, around Taeyong, a low murmur was heard. Every member wanted to take part in revenge. Every member wanted to help take down the rivals, and every member worried about each other.

Taeyong’s eyes scanned around the room before a dark frown covered over his face.

“Where’s Taemin?”

“He’s with Lisa and the cartel. He’s okay.” Doyoung announced amongst the crowd. At least some of his worries were set to ease, but he had a plan to set out to his gang.

“Jaehyun came back from Lotto City with an update.” The room became silent as directions were put on the second-hand leader, Jaehyun.

“Alright. The city is a mess. From cars flipped over, to shops with windows smashed in and good stolen. Baekhyun returned to EXOrdium, and they're currently working on their defences as well as cleaning up their territory. From what I saw, even if we are fighting our own battle, it’s a good idea to try and give as much help as they need.” A quiet murmur started up all over again.

“Why?” Yuta stated, not even giving it a second thought to his question.

“Yuta, they’ve helped up through a lot, we owe them this. If it were Neozone that got destroyed, they would be here helping us with the clean up as well.” Taeyong boomed. The silence settled over the gang once more to Taeyong’s words. He was right. With that strong of an alliance with EXOrdium, the group would do anything to protect them, so it was only fair that Neozone does the same back to them.

The group was completely silent. Taeyong saw the emotional distraught among all of his members and understood that the events of yesterday still lingered in their minds, fresh.

“Listen… I know that we’ve been through a hectic day yesterday. But with the rest from today we have to get back on our feet. We can’t let a simple robbery drown us. We have deeper issues to be facing, so lighten up and get your game on.” Taeyong started.

“Now, for starters we need to figure out a plan. It’s going to be stressful, but we need to find a way to get Johnny back home safe and sound. I want everyone on board with this and all hands-on deck.”

“Boss, isn’t he with the rivals?” Taeyong turned his attention to Yuta to answer Jaemin’s curiosity.

The two members shared a silent agreement before Yuta turned towards the Dreamie.

“Our rivals are known as Lumidome. China’s most dominant mafia gang, and as a matter of fact, the gang that is holding all of China in the palm of their hand.”

“So, to answer your question, Jaem, yes. He’s with the rivals. And with the information we have, we need to be ready to get our boy back. We all know he would do the exact same for any one of us.” Taeyong stated, looking around the room to his family.

“How are we going to do that though…?” Mark’s question left the entire group silent. Even Taeyong who was still struggling to come up with a plan.

“Well… First I think we need to stop and think about what we need to get done around here. Yeah, 127, you’ve been cleaning up the place, and thank you.”

The members from 127 nodded their heads, bandanas wrapped around their heads as some wore gloves.

“Dreamies. Our security is slacking. We need you to keep looking out all around the building. If that means only 2 per exit, then so be it.”

Sehun gave a small glance to Mark. The younger member looked to him but gave a firm nod.

“We can do that.”

“Anything for the family right?” Haechan said, bowing a dramatic 90 degrees before he shot Taeyong a smile. The red head gave him a look before he turned his attention back to Mark and Sehun.

“I trust the two of you to be able to get everything figured out as soon as this meeting is over.” His eyes scanned the faces of each member. “Like I said, there is no way I’m going to stay for someone slacking off right now. This place is our home, and we’ve been invaded. We need every single member to do their darndest to make sure this place stays safe.”

“The place is much less happy without Johnny, so how are we gonna get him back?” Chen spoke up, his arm wrapped around Chanyeol’s shoulder as he leaned into the younger for support.

Chen’s leg was bandaged the best it could. The bleeding stopped once they arrived back home, and Chanyeol did everything in his power to keep him from losing anymore.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get all the hands-on deck to get him home. This place is number one priority though. Johnny would even agree. Now, Jaehyun.” Taeyong paused, looking to the member who had a tired but determined face.

“I want you to contact them. If you can’t, try to contact someone who has closer relations to them. Get them to meet up in Lotto City in a month. The city should be cleaned up by then, and if they don’t show up?” Taeyong paused. Every single member smiled, knowing exactly what his next words were.

“We’ll pay them the usual Korean greeting.” Taeyong declared, his voice low as he smirked.

Every single member howled, cheered in the idea of getting their own revenge on the ones who walked into their territory.

The blurred vision slowly started to become clearer as Johnny was waking up. His entire body was stiff and sore. He felt as if his gut was being torn apart and his face felt swollen. With a quiet groan, he sat himself up.

He was still in the harbour, for the smell of water and seaweed filled his nose. But once he got a better look at what was around him, the realization of where he had struck him like lightning. Large metal bars circled him, with chicken wire blocking any way for him to get out. Johnny was stuck in a cage.

A soft hum was heard from around him. He struggled to get up on his feet but slammed his head into the top of the cage. With an audible groan, he knelt back down. His head started to throb.

“Son of a bitch…”

“Good morning kitten.” A familiar voice echoed from behind. Johnny’s entire core filled with rage. His entire body ached because of that damn voice. That damn man. He looked back to see the white-haired boy, sitting on a chair.

His eyes looked empty as he looked back at Johnny. It felt as if his entire being was just evil. Dressed in all black, he leaned forward to get a better look at the one caged. His knee started to bounce, which drove Johnny up the wall. What he hated about this man, was that he looked so weak and little, but was able to beat him to a pulp with ease.

Though the other man seemed so much more relaxed than Johnny, he still seemed to be on edge. As if he wasn’t finished with Johnny before he passed out. His hands were wrapped in bandages, meaning that even though Johnny was on the receiving end, he still hurt the white-haired man.

“Your pretty face will need a lot of healing… I don’t think you’ll look the same as you did before.” He taunted, leaning back in the chair only to cross his arms over his chest. Johnny growled as his glare shot glass shards to the other.

“I hate you.”

“Ouch… You haven’t even met me.” He said, putting a hand on his chest as if his entire being was hurt due to Johnny’s harsh words.

“I hate you.” Johnny snarled. His hands formed to fists, as he imagined sending a fist full right against that pretty face of his. He wanted nothing more than to see him on the ground, bleeding. He wanted this man to be in his position.

He knew for a certain Taeyong wouldn’t be happy about this situation, so maybe the leader would take some convincing to let him do what he pleases to that pretty face of the white-haired.

“Calm your eyes kitten,” The man stood and wandered closer to the cage. “there’s no way you’ll be getting out of here.”

Johnny spat at him, aiming for his face. The man jumped back, avoiding the spit before he gave Johnny a disappointed look.

“I was going to go easy on you, but now…” the man cooed, starting to walk around the cage. “I don’t think I want you.”

“Whatever your boss plans to do to Neozone, won’t get done. My boys are so much more powerful than you think they are.” Johnny snapped, rage seeping out of each word from his mouth.

“Then how can you explain the fact that you’re here?” The man said, kneeling down once again to get a good look at Johnny.

The look in the other’s eyes told Johnny that no one had come for him. No one had tried. With the smallest feeling of despair, he threw his fist into the chicken wire.

The man before him stood.

“Now, I’ve got orders to keep an eye on you. Make sure you don’t get out or hurt yourself. You’ve got yourself a bucket, and food will be brought to you. But you’ll have me as your company.”

“I’d rather rot alone thanks.” Johnny spat back. Spending more time than needed with this man, made Johnny think that the world was beating him up for no reason.

The man looked carelessly into Johnny’s honey-filled eyes.

“And I’d rather not smell it, but here I am.” Johnny’s entire mood was encased with rage. What he’d do to get this man in his spot, sitting in a cage with pain everywhere on his body.

“Was the blond your leader?”

“Why would I tell you that? Just so you can report it back to your ‘family’?”

“I swear!!” Johnny stood, keeping low as not to hit his head again. “You think of my family as a toy you’ll get destroyed by every single member in one sitting.”

The white-haired man smiled, seeming fully interested in the rage Johnny held hidden.

“Relax, kitten.”

“I’m not your damn kitten.”

The man sat back down on the chair he originally was sat in. He crossed his leg over his knee and leaned back. His eyes bored into Johnny’s soul. The empty eyes that told you nothing but years of torment.

“What happened to you?” Johnny questioned, unsure he wanted the actual answer so soon. He didn’t even know the man.

The white-haired paused, before pulling his attention away from him. The silence that came from the man answered Johnny’s question without words. The man had a past, and now here he was. But hell, everyone who is part of the mafia here had a past. Even Johnny.

“What should I call you then, Kitten?” the man asked, pulling the attention away from the silenced answer.

Johnny just shook his head as he sat back down in the cage.

“Forget about it. Call me whatever the hell you want. As long as I get to call you bastard each time.”

A smirk appeared against the white-haired man’s lips.

“Bastard huh? Xiao Jun. That’s my name. But bastard sounds fine too.”

The room had fallen into a silence. Ten was in shock. Everything Taemin unloaded on him was a lot to take in. But he understood who Taeyong really was now. He understood why he would see Taemin walking around late at night. He understood everything now. Even the kidnapping.

Taemin sat uncomfortably in the silence. He was scared, nervous. His hands shook as he waited for Ten to say something. Anything at this point. He was always scared about losing the people closest to him and the idea of losing Ten buried a hole in his heart.

Ten could feel the uneasiness from the older man. He knew he was sitting in silence, an utter silence that could cause anyone’s anxiety to curl in on itself. He closed his eyes and linked his fingers together.

Many thoughts filled his head. What to say to Taemin. What to do next. He was wrapped up deeply in this situation now, there was no way he would be able to get out. His entire life goal could be burned in an ashtray because of this.

“How would I get out of this?” Was all he could bring himself to say.

“I… I’m not quite sure. No one’s really left the gang before.”

Ten looked at Taemin. He could see the eyes of pure fear. That’s when his heart started to throb. He felt so guilty for those words. Standing, he accompanied his friend. He took his hand and sighed.

“Then, if you’re wrapped up in this, I’m going to be just as deep as you.” He stated, looking at Taemin in the eyes. There was a wave of emotions that hit over Taemin.

His core felt as if it shriveled up but got restored. He worried about Ten a lot. His biggest worry was his reaction about what life he leads during the night. But this wasn’t any of the outcomes he imagined in his mind.

“What are you saying?”

“I’ll join. I don’t know what to do exactly, or how any of this works, but I… I want to join you. I want to be able to call you my friend without worrying that you might think other wi-“

“You are my friend! You’re my best friend.” Taemin interrupted. He gripped Ten’s hand and looked at him. “I wouldn’t trade the world for our friendship.”

Ten was taken aback. He’s never had a friend this devoted to being there for him before. Yes, his sisters were a different situation, a completely different situation, but he believed that Taemin was going to stick with him from the first moment he met him.

As he took a deep breath, Ten pulled Taemin into another hug.

“I don’t want you to join just because you're worried about my friendship with you. You could get hurt and I don’t want you hurt.” The older muttered, his mind racing with the worry of everything horrible happening to Ten.

“And what about your life?” He looked at the younger member beside him. “Your career… Your family…”

“I never really had a family that supported me as much as you do. And, if I can finish university, then I can become your group nurse.” Ten stated, a small giggle behind his lips.

“Well… I think overall, we’ll need to get you a conversation with Taeyong before anything gets settled, as.. long as you're sure about it.”

The two sat in a silence that wasn’t as intense or anxiety inducing as before. Taemin fully understood if Ten didn’t want to actually join. It was a tough job, but he knew that everyone looks out for everyone.

Ten knew what he was considering was dangerous. He knew that even though Taemin was his best friend, he was also a completely different person behind the screen. What he was considering joining was a gang. The mafia, Korean mafia. Was he really going to join the mafia?

He took a deep breath before making eye contact with Taemin. He gave a small nod and Taemin felt a wave of relief but also worry hit his stomach.

Pulling his phone out, he saw the time and gasped.

“We have to go. Taeyong gets worried if he doesn’t know where we are for too long.” Taemin stood, pulling Ten up as well.

“Wait, wait. Taemin, can I still try to have a normal life in the day?” He asked, not realizing a small sound of panic in his tone.

“Don’t worry. Things will be fine.” He took his hand and dragged him out of the building. They waved a goodbye to Lisa before getting into a car which Taemin drove.

“Why, did you bring me here instead of ‘Neozone’?” Ten questioned, putting his seatbelt on.

“Neozone was under attack the other day… So, I didn’t want to worry anybody with bringing in a new face.”

“But aren’t you doing that now?”

“Can you stop making sense?” Taemin chuckled weakly. He glanced at the younger before he started the drive straight to Neozone.

#del's creativity #mafia au #nct #nct dream #nct mafia au #wayv #EXO #blackpink #astro

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writingstuffandmore · 2 years

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EXO Mafia Yandere Poly Au Reaction

Pairing:- OT9 x fem reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (at end)

AU!: Mafia, Yandere

Warning: mentions of swearing, curse words, killing

Requested: Yes

A/N: I am so sorry for the huge delay 😭😭 I hope you will like it and also.. I did some research for the type of Yandere. Please forgive me for any error.. I hope you enjoy it! A small reminder this is just my portrayal of them for fiction purpose..

Also since Chen is married I haven't mentioned his name.

Tagging: @finding-galaxys @changshapatrol @bbhmystar @atiny-exol

It's been two months. Two freaken months, since this has began. The cold shoulders and responses at first you can get their small smiles, eye smiles which held so much of warmth but now it's nothing! It feels as if it's just you living on this mansion all alone with a bunch servants who are your only family. Who have been the only ones taking care of you no matter who much work they have.

It was too much for you to handle, you had planned to talk to them but how and when yet you knew it was necessary not only for you but for the little angel who was about to come in a few months. By some miracle you were getting your answers the very next day.

The next day you woke up with slight headache due to the amount of tears shed, slightly brushing your teeth and then gargling with lukewarm water you came out of the room only to be hit with a totally rich aroma of food and fragrance of roses along with soft music playing in the background. You really thought that you had died because for the past almost two months the house was eerily quiet and such sudden noise was rather quite scary frankly to be said, it was a gentle tap and your name being called did you turn to see Kyungsoo and Suho standing with soft smiles plastered on their faces.

As you saw them, the first reaction was to go and hug them tightly but as you were so upset for the this all time, you coldly greeted them before going to the kitchen. Both Kyungsoo and Suho exchanged a glance before following you thinking that it maybe because of the hormones.

Kyungsoo: Hey, babe. Both me and hyung prepared this food for you and don’t worry, i had spoken to the doctor as well as the pediatrician, so its completely safe for you to eat.

Y/N (coldly): Thank you but i can’t anything for now except for a slice or two of bread as i feel nauseous and might vomit but maybe later on i might try to eat. You have food, i will leave.

Xiumin who just came back with Chanyeol after buying some milkshakes, fresh fruit juices, fruits and medicines for you were all stunned when they heard this conversation exchange and the way you left with a small plate carrying two slices without greeting them. Chanyeol aggressively rubbed his temples before plopping on the ouch loudly with the others.

Chanyeol: What just happened? Is it because of her raging horm-

Xiumin: Its more than that. There is something which is bothering her and especially due to lack of our presence both in staying here and having a decent conversation, might be adding fuel to her frustration.

The others nodded to his response and that’s when Ms Dia the head house in charge entered the living room. She saw the gentlemen sitting, greeted them, asked them about their work and was about to leave before Suho stopped her.

Suho: Dia aunty, what has happened to Y/N? Is everything okay? is the baby troubling her or something?

Ms Dia: Son, the baby developing may at times troubles every mother, its only when it creates serious issues for the mother, we have to look in. Anyways, Its more than the changes of hormones and baby troubling. The problem is you all.

Them: US???????

Ms Dia slightly nodded before speaking: Yes, you all. Do you guys realize how long its been since you had a proper food at the dining with Y/N or having a conversation with her asking about how is she feeling, maybe spending like 2 mins out of your busy schedule. Nothing, did you do. As much as rude i am being sounding but that’s not how things work especially if you have a woman whose carrying your own child in question. As much as it sounds a sweet and happy stuff which it really is but it becomes really exhaustive for the mother in question. Its not just about her mood change, or food cravings its more than the bullshit seen in the movies and tv shows. My only suggestion would be that give her 10 mins and then talk to her but please let her do the whole monotone as only then you would understand.

The all four nodded and thanked her before planning something for you.

Chanyeol: I am getting angry and i might go and punch someone.

Kyungsoo: Yah! as much as i wanna hate to admit but god damn it, its our own fault.

Suho: I know a way.

After an hour, these four knocked at your room’s door and you didn’t had the option to say no because you too wanted your answers,Therefore, you called them in while trying to busing yourself in the novel in your hand.

Xiumin: Hey princess!! I missed you so much! I missed your hugs especially being your Minnie.

You had a small smile appearing but you quickly let it down and hmmed at his response.

Suho: Are you still angry with us? Say something.

What does he mean by still? and this furthered angered you. Not so gently you placed the book on the bed before coldly glaring at them.

Y/N: What do you guys want now? If its for food. I told you I will have it when I feel be-

Suho: Even you know this not the conversation we all our looking forward to.

Y/N: Then, I don’t know what do you wanna know then? I am alive and so is the baby and thats all what its matters in this household right?

Chanyeol: Oh come on Y-

Kyungsoo (cut off Chanyeol’s sentence): Its a priority baby along with your health and happ-

Y/N: If you all mattered my happiness then, this wouldn’t have happened. I get that working as a mafia is a serious profession with responsibilities and duties on another level but what did I ask you guys in whole these months even in my pregnancy? Nothing!! I didn’t expected anything because I knew what was happening. Even my health got deteriorated, sleep got affected I didn’t say anything because I knew you had too much on plate. You all were physically and emotionally more drained. The only thing I asked was if we could spend like 5 mins together out of the 24 hours. Was it too much? If then 10 seconds or probably 5 seconds were enough for me. What did i get in return nothing except for cold shoulders, cold responses, not a single look given at me felt loved or warmth. Thats why i separated myself but I couldn’t do well but thankfully I had Dia aunty or else i would have di-

Kyungsoo: Don’t you dare to complete that shit babe. You know well how bad and crazy we can go even if someone tries to even think about you at the first place.

Y/N: But this didn’t help me at all. I would just ask one thing from you, take your time before answering me. Do you want.. no wait, Do you want both me and the baby?

This sentence was powerful enough for them to feel that the land below their feet has had gone before long, bringing tears to their eyes and making them cry.

All of them: We are so sorry Y/N. Please... We didn’t meant to do what has happened. I-If you w-want you c-could leave us because we don’t deserve you. Just remember that if you leave us none of us would be alive. We are sorry and w-we l-love you.

Okay, now you are too are crying and is being emotional.

Y/N: I-I am sor-

Xiumin: You don’t need to apologize baby. Maybe, at least through this we all kept our feelings on the table and this strengthened our bond right?

Xiumin gently rubbed your back before kissing your forehead.

Chanyeol: Hey, lets eat food now.

You then heard an ear deafening scream, turning all the heads towards the source.

Baekhyun: I am sorry but I just a lizard on that stupid wall! I will ask someone to sh-

Lay: Idiot, you can’t say this in front of someone who is pregnant.

Baekhyun: But our child will carry o- Okay, I am sorry.

Lay looked at you with a soft smile before kissing your nose and the womb: Hey, my two beautiful angels. I am extremely sorry for the emotional trouble you too had to carry but here i am with a small surprise just for you. Can you guess for us angel?

You nodded but couldn’t come up with anything. Your cute confused look made all of them giggle.

Baekhyun: The surprise is that we all our going for a month’s vacation to your favourite beach. We are leaving tomorrow morning which is exactly like 12-14 hours from now but don’t worry. The closet and wardrobe would be there. Only your essentials would be kept.

You squealed in happiness and was about to jump before Lay stopped you.

Lay : Princess, you have to be careful especially this floor isn’t meant for jumping. Also, Kai and Sehun would directly join at the resort after completing the tasks.

You couldn’t be more happier, maybe it does require some efforts and confrontation but the results are worth off. Here, you were happy by looking at the new affection side after your pregnancy reveal but at the same time you have unlocked their new side of clingy behavior type. Good luck with that!!

You may ask why the other two boys are joining directly at the resort because they have to kill all the people who posed a threat to you and especially that bodyguard of yours who kept you company while they were busy. Damn, it was such a frustrating for not to shoot him right then and there but the things you do in love. Especially for the person whom you love crazily!

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rancidtae · 11 months

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ARCADIA'S LULLABY / the reboot

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

Warnings: Graphic violence, Strong language, Mature content.

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

meet the characters

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

So, here it is:

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

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

CHAPTER 1: NIGHTCALL (OUT NOW)

CHAPTER 2: AFTERHOURS (OUT NOW)

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

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justwritedreams · 1 year

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Only one King | Baekhyun

Gangster!Baekhyun x Pregnant!Reader, mafia au! Word count: 1339 Genre: slight angst, action. Author: maari Warnings: mentions of death and violence. Note: Well this is short but I enjoyed writing it so much 🥺 Request: I WANT SO BAD GANGSTER DAD BAEKHYUN AND HIS PRECIOUS PREGNANT S/O ⫷ Exo Masterlist

"Babe?" Y/N spoke quietly as she eyed the dark room alertly.

She had heard a noise in the presidential suite where she was staying with her fiance, it wasn't customary for her to tag along on business trips but it wasn't like she could argue with him about that right now. Ever since she found out she was pregnant, Baekhyun didn't leave her side and didn't let her stay away from him for longer than necessary, it was a matter of protection. Like he said.

Even though she preferred to be at home, Y/N didn't complain because better than being at home was being with Baekhyun. His travels were often long enough that she missed him and felt lonely as well. At least now that feeling is gone.

She never felt alone when was with him.

He'd said he'd work something out with the security team who'd called him in the middle of the night so she figured he'd be back shortly.

But when she saw that the suite was the same as she had seen it before getting dressed for bed, she was surprised.

She heard the noise, she wasn't delirious.

"Sweetheart?" she asked a little louder, stopping in the middle of the dark suite. "If it's you, please don't scare me!"

Baekhyun had this habit of sneaking back in the middle of the night and appearing behind her without making a sound, she was startled, he laughed and hugged her as she turned to smack him in the chest.

But now pregnant, they would have to stop that joke for a very good reason: Y/N already felt like going to the bathroom more than usual, so she would end up peeing her pants.

She shrugged, realizing that it had nothing there and was about to head over to the bed to wait for him when she felt a hand grab her face, covering her mouth. She complained of fright and held her breath when she felt something cold on her back.

"Be still, doll." she didn't know that voice but she realized the danger, mainly because the thin fabric of the nightgown allowed her to feel the barrel of the gun that was leaning against her. "Or I shoot without a second thought."

Y/N nodded nonstop, her eyes already filled with tears as her body shook. She was scared, she couldn't deny it.

"Go slowly to the couch and don't look back." She swallowed hard and knew she had to obey, but her legs felt like cement. They were so stiff. "Hurry up!"

The man released her face, and she raised her hands in surrender.

"Alright." She spoke low and tried to regain strength in her legs, walked slowly to the sofa that was in the middle of the suite and stopped on the side. She wouldn't do anything she wasn't told to, she knew how things worked. "Now sit down."

She obeyed without hesitation, her heart beating so fast she felt it against her ear but her body stiffened even as she caught her breath as the man positioned himself behind her and put the gun to her head.

Y/N couldn't control the tears that were now flowing down her face like a river.

She didn't have time to think about anything else when she heard the bedroom door slam shut.

"Stay still!" The man whispered close to her ear, sending a shiver through her body. It wasn't just any shiver, it was panic.

"Honey, I-" Baekhyun turned on the light in the suite and his eyes landed on the scene in front of him.

"Close the door." The man ordered and Baekhyun changed his expression in the same second.

The smile he carried faded, giving way to a dark, angry look. He obeyed angrily, closing the door slowly as he watched his fiancee crying silently and asking for help with red eyes.

"You made the biggest mistake of your life." Baekhyun's voice was cold, harsh and his jaw was set.

Y/N could see the fire of pure hatred in his face.

"I don't think so, Byun. I have you where I want and the way I want." The man chuckled sarcastically and Baekhyun raised his eyebrow defiantly. "Now kneel!"

"Excuse me?"

"Kneel!" the man screamed and cocked the gun, pressing it even tighter against Y/N's head who let out a sob as she squeezed her eyes shut. "Or I blow your little girlfriend's brains out," he threatened. "If she has any."

Baekhyun swallowed hard and held his breath, he felt all his blood bubbling in his veins, he didn't obey what they forced him to do. He was the one in charge.

But that man had a gun to his girl's head.

Against his will and gritting his teeth, he knelt on one leg as he glared at the man. If looks from him could kill, that bastard would already be lying on the floor.

How dare he threaten his fiancée and their baby in front of him with a gun. How dare he call her stupid.

Y/N opened her eyes, begging for her fiance's help, whatever he could do. All that was on her mind was their baby and how she was going to keep safe.

"Now I'm the one who will call the shots here." The man boasted and Baekhyun got irritated, when the man looked away at Y/N, he took the opportunity to bring his hand to his waist. "First, you'll pay me back for everything you did to my brother. And then, you'll beg me to kill you real quick, but I'll do exactly what you did to him, it will be slow and painful." The man then raised the gun, grinning upward as if he found his moment of glory amusing. Baekhyun took the opportunity to take the gun from his waist in silence.

"You just forgot one detail." He grinned deviously and the man turned his attention to him, brow furrowed. "There is only one king." he replied, cocking the gun. "And it's me!"

Baekhyun raised the gun and without thinking a second longer, he squeezed the trigger, the noise of the shot was followed by the impact on the man's head and the scream of Y/N, she closed her eyes and put her hands to her head in a way protective and heard the body fall behind her.

Y/N let out the breath she was holding and started crying like a baby, Baekhyun stood up while looking at the already dear body in disgust, walked over to Y/N and put the gun back in his waistband.

"Love." He spoke in a low voice, bringing his hands to Y/N's arms and helping her to her feet.

Staggering, she did so and opened her eyes, seeing her fiancé looking at her with concern. Y/N threw herself into his arms, crying even harder, and he held her tight resting his face on the top of her head as he stroked her back, trying to make her calm down.

Baekhyun could only feel more anger at the already dead man, he had put a bullet in his forehead but it wasn't enough.

Whoever had given him information, who had let him upstairs, who had helped scare his girl, deserved it too.

He wouldn't allow anyone to threaten or harm his family.

"It's okay, it's okay, angel. I'm here." he spoke and Y/N grabbed his clothes, as if she wanted to prove that this was indeed true.

"I was so scared." She admitted between sobs and moved the log away so she could face her fiancé. "I thought… that he would…"

Baekhyun forced his lips and brought her head closer, where he placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Don't say anything else, you're safe, it's over." he pressed her tighter against his body. "You two are safe and I will never let anyone hurt you." He promised.

And Baekhyun always kept his promises, no matter what the means.

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jongbross · 7 months

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

pairing: mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader

word count: i have no idea

genre: smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but that was until he met you.

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

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

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

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

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

or that was what he thought.

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

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

“n-no, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“such a gentleman-”

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

(...)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’m sorry, you were saying…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“come on, baby”, he whispered to you.

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

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

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

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

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

“what?”, you groaned.

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

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

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

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

“it is for now. i love you."

“i love you too.”

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