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yoojungtheebiaswrecker · 1 year

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Junji x Black!Fem Reader (with locs)

(18+ MDNI) Fluff, Reader Dom in Relationship, Junji Dom in Bedroom, Gender Neutral Genitals, Shy Junji!

POV: you met Junji in an elevator before the LA OOO concert and he had to have you…

🌞 My Sunshine 🌞

They were all beautiful, yes, but they weren't you, which gave him hope that she could be his one day. You had captivated him and he couldn't help but be drawn to her. As soon as he knew you were very kind after requesting your number after the show, you could speak Korean fluently, and you were a genuinely beautiful person inside and out, he was smitten.

After all, he couldn’t imagine himself being anyone else’s except for yours. When he first saw you in an elevator in the mall the day before the Los Angeles concert, it was like something clicked in his brain and he became entranced by your presence. He couldn’t get enough of the sweet smell of you. He was addicted to the sound of your laughter as you radiated warmth, happiness, and so much beauty it took his breath away. It didn’t matter what you looked like, you presence always made him want to hug you closer to himself as if protecting the world from her. You was the kindest woman he’d ever met, and seeing you happy brought him joy in return.

He spent the entire tour thinking about how to get his hands on her and make you feel the same way. About four months have passed since you two started dating each other long distance. You talked to each other every day despite the time difference, but that didn't stop the ongoing chemistry. Junji was finally back in LA for a while as things had died down for the band.

"Junji, let's go to my place. I just need to relax and I would love it if you were there with me." you said as they left the restaurant after a delicious dinner at Nobu. The Malibu sunset made it all more romantic. Junji didn't want to sexualize you at all, but with the beautiful two piece set she wore, the way her crystal necklaces bounced off her body as you walked and her waist beads hugging her sides, he couldn't help but let his mind wander.

"Of course, Y/N. I would love to be there for you as long as I can." he said knowing he would have to go back to Korea soon.

You smiled and took the lead down the hill and back to her old white mustang. He loved that you took the lead and were the more dominant one in the relationship. He was absolutely whipped for you, and he wanted to show you that as best he could.

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The car was comfortably silent. "You know I'm so happy you're all mine. You're the best thing to happen to me. If we didn't tour here, I wouldn't have found my source of happiness in a person." Junji expressed to you as he gazed deeply in your eyes at the traffic light just outside of Culver City where you lived.

"Baby, that means so much. Thank you, my love." You said giving him a kiss on the cheek. As you pulled away, you got lost in his eyes. After about 10 seconds, Junji kissed you hard on the lips. The kids began to get heated. Before things got heavy, you both jumped as the car behind you ruined a beautiful moment.

"I- I'm so sorry!" Junji said and he shrunk in his seat out of embarrassment. You laughed a little too hard and told him it's okay. The rest of the car ride was quiet, but you couldn't stop gushing over the sheer embarrassment on Junji's face as is ears turned red.

As you stepped out of the car after a long drive through LA traffic, Junji closely followed you up the stairs to your loft apartment filled with flowers, plants and eclectic items you've collected over the years.

"Come on baby, don't be shy!" you exclaimed as Junji slowly took off his shoes and examined the large studio apartment with yellow and pink light pouring in from the sunset. He slowly nodded, and came to the couch as you turned on a playlist you made for Junji last month full of neosoul and songs you grew up with from your childhood.

"Don't be embarrassed my love, it's me! You're welcome here. Make yourself at home." you reassured.

"Y/N... I'm just a bit nervous because..." he paused.

"I really like you and I've been wanting to show how much I like you." he said and he walked closer to you, but still hesitant.

"You know, I was hoping you would go there with me tonight." you said with a smug on your face as you stepped closer to him. "Don't be shy my love. You initiated it."

"Well..." he started. "I-"

Before you could say anything, you aggressively started kissing him. Initially, it took him by suprised, but he quickly got into it knowing what he wanted to do to you. When you broke the kiss, Junji was panting for air and blushing madly. "So I take it this is a 'yes'?" he asked hopefully. You chuckled and nodded as you took him by the hand and led him to your bedroom.

He undressed quickly once inside of your bedroom as you helped him remove his clothes. He gripped your ass perfectly and caressed your body with care, but eagerness. He lifted vour shirt over vour head and tossed it aside, placing soft kisses down your chest and stomach, making his way to your hips and slowly slipping your underwear off. He admired your beautiful figure and admired the contrast between your thighs, especially in the shape they are. His mouth traveled upward to bite into your breast gently and sucked gently. You moaned lightly, closing your eyes tightly as pleasure overcame you. Junji continued sucking on your breast and massaging its tip with his fingers.

You wrapped your legs around him lovingly and he immediately slid himself into you, and then thrust slowly with your hips until he reached that special spot of yours.

"A- AH! Junji! Baby..." you moaned.

"You.. feel... so good." he muttered in between grunts.

In a swift motion, he picked you up and pushed you against the wall while kissing you ravenously. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he entered you with ease as he ran his tongue across yours. With a deep grunt of effort, he entered you as fast as possible until he came inside of you with one forceful thrust.

You panted heavily as you rested your hands on the wall to keep yourself steady.

"JUNJI!" you screamed as you threw your head back against the wall reaching that sweet point. In the same motion, Junji sucked hard on your neck leaving a deep purple mark.

With one final thrust, he stopped moving and stared into your eyes. Both of you flushed, sweaty and exhausted from such intense lovemaking. He gently stroked your hair and kissed you on your forehead lovingly.

As he slowly let you off of him, you lightly stumbled. He noticed and picked you up and placed you on the bed without a word, but still maintaining a loving and hazy stare. You laid back and sighed contently as Junji got into the bed beside you and cuddled close to you.

He gently wrapped your arms around you and kissed you slowly. As you pulled away, you started laughing.

"What now?" he said smiling ear-to-ear.

"I thought I was supposed to be the dominant one in the relationship!" you giggled as you looked him up and down.

"I thought so too... but you take care of me all the time love. I wanted to take care of you Y/N." he expresses as you stare deep into his eyes.

"I don't know what I'm going to do when I go back to Korea. You've done so much for me and given me a feeling I haven't felt before." he said.

"Oh my baby, you're going to make me cry." you say as you tear up.

"I just-" He pauses. "I love you, Y/N."

With that, you burst into tears and hug him tightly. He holds you closely and caresses your locs from root to tip that became unraveled during that heated intimate moment you both shared just moments ago.

"I love you too, Junji." you say as you look up at him.

You both take a deep breath and inhale the fresh smell of flowers hanging from the ceiling as you both watched the sunset from the large window enjoying the view of the cityscape.

The sky had changed colors from oranges to pink as night falls and it makes you realize what you both have been through today. It has truly meant the world to you, and you are grateful you met Junji because otherwise, you wouldn't have anyone who understands you so well, and you feel more secure knowing he feels the same way.

This was my first time writing a smut. I hope you guys enjoyed and I think I will write more in the future. There’s not enough OOO content on this app lol. Let me know if you want more. 🖤

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agentblyeanddeeks · 4 years

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Chapter 1

Finally happy enough with chapter 1 to share it with you all. Still deciding on a title, then I will post to ff.net. A HUGE HUGE THANK YOU to @mashmaiden for listening to my indecisiveness until I finally got to where I wanted. And for the constant motivation to keep going.

AU of the team first meeting Deeks. What happens when Kensi gets caught up in one of Deeks undercovers. Will contain flashbacks.

August 17, 2010

“Mr. Callen. Nice of you to decide to finally come into work this morning.” Hetty stood in the archway of the mission entrance as the senior agent arrived.

“We live in LA. You know the traffic is always unpredictable.” Callen responded.

Hetty folded her arms, “Mr. Hanna and Mr. Beale don’t seem to have any trouble being on time. Might I suggest an earlier departure from now on?”

“I will do my best, Hetty.”

“That you will, Mr. Callen. That you will. Now, up to Ops you go. There’s a case to be solved” Hetty shooed him towards the stairs.

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“Well, well, well. Third time this month, G. Let me guess, you were busy switching apartments because this one was too relaxing.”

“Too relaxing? What does that even mean?”

“It means you need to stop making excuses and just settle down in one place. It will be good for you.”

“Or I could just stay with you, Michelle, and the kids.”

“We tried that once before, remember? By the way, you still owe me a toaster.”

“Hey, that was not my fault.”

Um, guy. We have a case.” Eric interrupted the partners bickering.

“Sorry, Eric.” Callen noticed the room was still one Agent short, “Where’s Kensi?”

The automated doors opened again revealing their operations manager, “It seems your tardiness is beginning to rub off on your teammates. Rest assured I will have a talk with her later. Now let’s not waste anymore time. Eric.”

Eric swiveled his chair around towards his computer. After a few clicks on the keyboard, an image appeared on the main screen. “Meet Petty Officer 3rd Class Evan Wade. He was stationed at Point Loma until a year ago when he received an other than honorary discharge.”

“What was his offense?” questioned Sam.

“Multiple failed drug tests. His CO said he had been to rehab twice but only stayed clean for about a month before relapsing.”

“Did he have drugs in his system when he died?” Callen asked.

“Yes. The coroner found traces of heroin. She also said the body had been there at least three days before hikers discovered it.”

“I’m guessing from the amount of blood on his body, the cause of death wasn’t an overdose.” Callen concluded.

“That would correct.” Eric grabbed his tablet and zoomed in on the picture, “Wade was killed by multiple gunshots to the torso.”

Sam took a minute to study the image, “Looks like they could be from a 9mm.”

Callen shook his head, “Pretty common caliber. Doesn’t really narrow it down.”

“This might.” the tech operator chimed in. “After the petty officer was discharged, he began working at Crescent Creek. They are a beer distributor that have been on the LAPD watch list for a while now. Most of their employees have pretty impressive rap sheets. B & E’s, assault, you name it.”

Sam scanned the employee photos on the screen, “Are any of the other employees former military?”

Eric nodded, “Two. But no connection so far to Wade.”

“Ok, keep digging. See if anything sticks out.” instructed Sam.

“On it.” Eric returned to his computer desk and began a new search algorithm.

“What about a few days before he died? Anything out of the ordinary?” asked Callen.

Another file appeared on the screen, “Let’s see. The last credit card transaction was at Mariasol’s on the Santa Monica Pier the day he died. Pulling up the pier security cameras now.”

The video of the pier began to play. Eric increased the speed until it was close to the time of the transaction.

Callen pointed to the screen, “There’s Wade.”

“What’s he doing?” Eric asked, curiously.

“Probably nothing good. He keeps watching over his shoulder. He’s nervous about something.” Sam observed.

While Eric and Sam were focused on their victim, Callen was more interested in the other guy in the frame, “Eric, can you get a better angle of the guy he’s with?”

Eric pulled up a second camera from the pier as Callen stepped forward to get a better look at the blonde gentleman. “I know that guy.”

“From a previous case?” Sam asked.

Callen shook his head, “No. It’s the owner of the bar that Kensi took us to a couple months ago.” He snapped his fingers a few times til the name came to him, “Squid & Dagger.”

Eric types the name that Callen gave him, hoping it would provide them with a lead. “The owner of Squid & Dagger is listed as Max Gentry. He’s owned the bar for six months. Single. Address is listed in Culver City. No military background. No criminal records.”

“We need to find Kensi now and see what she knows about him.” Hetty suddenly spoke up.

“I’ll call her.” offered Eric.

“Ok, Sam and I will head to Max’s place and find out what his connection to Wade is.”

They two agents turned to leave but stopped when they heard a familiar warning beep coming from the main screen.

“Kensi’s cell is offline.” Eric announced as he began to worry.

“Well, turn it back on!” Sam ordered.

“I can’t. Either the battery has been taken or the phone has been severely damaged.”

The scenario playing out in front of them reminded Sam of what the team had gone through earlier in the year with Dom. “What about her car?”

Eric brought up a map of Los Angeles on the screen. After a few seconds, a blinking icon appeared. “GPS location has it at Pico and Sixth since midnight.” He paused when the realization hit him, “Guy, that’s Max’s bar.”

Hetty moved to the front of the room to face her staff. “Eric, find out everything you can on Max. Gentleman, go to Santa Monica and figure out what the hell is going on.”

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As the Challenger turned onto Sixth Street, Sam and Callen were met with red and blue flashing lights. An officer walked around the building, dragging yellow caution tape behind him

“This is not good.” Callen said as the car came to a stop. Their arrival didn’t go unnoticed by the man in a suit by the bar entrance. He made his way up to the yellow tape, meeting the agents halfway.

“Can I help you gentleman?”

“NCIS. I’m Special Agent Hanna. This is Special Agent Callen. What happened here?”

“Detective Danny Hall. Neighboring business called it in this morning. The door was kicked in and the inside shows definite signs of a struggle. One victim.”

Callen pulled out his phone and clicked on the DMV photo of Max Gentry, “This him?”

“No.” The detective shook his head then reached down for the caution tape, raising it up, “Follow me.”

The three men walk into the bar and take in the chaos in front of them. The front door laid to their right, no longer on the hinges. Multiple tables were upturned and the chairs were scattered and broken throughout the business.

“Woah, you weren’t kidding about the struggle. It’s a wreck in here,” Callen said. While he assessed the furniture damage, Sam made his way to the body laying near the bar, covered by a sheet.

“Looks like blunt force trauma to the head. Probably from being slammed into the bar.”

Detective Hall took a small notebook from his pocket, “According to the tattoo on his arm, he is a member of the Sanguine street gang.”

“Guns for hire.” Callen assumed.

“Can I ask why this interests NCIS?” the detective asked.

“The dead body of a marine was found this morning. Gunshot wounds to the chest. He might have had a connection with the owner. Plus we have an agent that we have lost contact with that frequented this bar.” he told the detective.

“My guys didn’t find any shell casings. They most likely kept it hand to hand. A gun fight in this area would have caused attention right away. They wouldn’t have been able to make a clean getaway.”

Sam rejoined the others, “I wouldn’t exactly call leaving a man behind a clean getaway.”

“We also found blood on a pool stick and some leading out the back door to the alley.” Hall informed them. Another officer appeared in the doorway and signaled him over.

“Excuse me for a moment, Gentleman. Forensics is done here. Feel free to look around. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you.” Sam shook his hand.

“So is Max still a suspect or is he our next victim?” Callen began to theorize.

“He could be both. Max kills Wade, then bad guy send the gang after Max. Or Max could be innocent and our suspect is tying up loose ends.”

“For Kensi’s sake, I hope it’s the second one.”

“Me too.” Sam thought for a moment, “If they wanted to kill Max, they wouldn’t have ambushed him here. Like Hall said, attracts too much attention.”

“They obviously wanted him alive for a reason. But for what?”

Sam looked around the room, trying to envision what might have gone down. “Ok, so the gang members come through the entrance. Chaos ensues. Max shoves the dead guy into the bar.”

Callen removed the black gloves from his pocket and put them on his hand. He then grabbed the broken pool stick the detective had mentioned. “Someone defended themselves with the pool stick. Whoever it was, was bleeding,” noting the bloody fingerprints.

“G, over here.” Sam crouched down near the back exit. “There is blood smear leading to the door. It’s probably Max’s. They hit him from behind, knocking him out and they take him out the alley door.”

Following Sam’s hunch, the men go out the backdoor. “Easy get away. Especially in the middle of the night.”

“It still doesn’t explain where Kensi is. Or what she was even doing here. The bar is closed on Monday nights.” Callen said, bringing the focus back to their missing colleague.

“We need to look in her car.”

The car was parked in a community lot outside of the crime scene. Thankfully the other detectives hadn’t known it was related to the crime at the bar. Callen pulled out the spare key and unlocked her car. Sam opened the driver side door and began searching for clues. Callen did the same from the passenger side.

“Nothing seems out of the ordinary.” Callen said, looking in the glove compartment. He leaned forward to feel between the seat and console and pulled out something mushy and brown, slightly disgusted, “Looks like I found Kensi’s stash of Reese Cups.”

Sam shook his head, “When we find her, she is getting an intervention about her refined sugar addiction.”

Callen removed his chocolate filled glove and searched through the center console with his other hand.

“Her badge and wallet are both still here.”

Sam straightened up after checking under the driver seat. “Her gun is not.”

“Agent Callen! Agent Hanna!” Detective Hall yelled as he approached. “Does this vehicle have to do with the investigation?”

“It’s our missing agent’s cars. She left her badge but took her gun.” Sam explained

“And you think she’s got something to do with this?”

“I hope not but I’ve got a bad feeling about it.” Callen noticed the surveillance photos in the detectives hand. “Can I see those?”

“Oh yeah. That’s why I came over here. One of the officers found these in the office. Anyone look familiar?”

Callen took the photos and started flipping through them.“That’s Petty Officer Wade and our bar owner Max Gentry. Someone was definitely watching them.”

Sam moved beside Callen to have a better look at the photos. “They're not the only ones they were watching.”

The next photo in the pile was that of Kensi and Max. It was taken at night and they appeared to be on a rooftop. As they flipped through more photos, they became more concerned. Whoever took these photos had continued to follow Kensi without Max. Some were even taken near her house.

“We’ve got to find her now. She might be compromised.” Callen said.

“Which means so are we.”

Sam took the photos and laid them out of the car hood. He took out his phone and took pictures of them to send to Ops.

“Call us if you find anything else.” Callen asked of Hall as he handed him his card.

“Same to you.”

Sam handed back the photos and they headed to the Challenger. “Eric, pull the security camera from the Squid & Dagger and surrounding areas. We need to see where Kensi went. We’re headed to her house to see if there are any clues.”

“I’ll pull the feeds but Hetty wants you guys at the boat shed.”

“We don’t have time, Eric. We need to find Kensi before it’s too late.” Callen spoke into the earwig.

Hetty’s voice interrupted, “Gentleman. Please redirect yourselves to the boat shed immediately. There is someone here that might be able to help.”

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Callen and Sam arrived at the boat shed to find an older, grey haired man standing next to Hetty.

“Agent Hanna, Agent Callen. Meet LAPD Lieutenant Roger Bates.”

“To what do we owe the pleasure, Lieutenant Bates?” Sam greeted him.

“I got a call from Detective Hall saying NCIS had taken an interest in his crime scene this morning. I put a call into my old friend Henrietta and thought I would brief you all myself.”

“Oh, Roger. I’d say old foes was more like it.”

“Eh, bygones.” Bates shook her off. “Six months ago we began an undercover operation to get close to the people inside Crescent Creek. The business had been around since the early 90s. Very reputable and what you would expect from a beer distributor. Until two years ago, when they started distributing things of illegal proportions.”

“Drugs.” Callen guessed

“Bingo. Specifically heroin, ecstasy, cocaine.”

“Petty officer Wade had heroin in his system when he died,” added Callen.

“When he was murdered.” Sam corrected.

“That’s unfortunate to hear. I had thought we really broke through to him this time. Our man inside quickly bonded with Evan. They both came from broken homes, abusive dads, and a no good childhood. It wasn’t too hard to convince him to become our informant.”

“Do you know who killed him?” Callen asked

Bates grabbed the remote from the table, hitting the center blue button. A picture of a Hispanic man appeared on the screen.

“Ramon Murillo. He took over the company in 2007 when his father Arturo passed away. The problem is Ramon has his finger in just about every gang in West LA. They do his dirty work so we can never get anything to pin on him.”

“So why did he kill Wade?” Sam questioned.

“Evan wanted out. He said he was finally ready to turn his life around. But he was worried that Ramon wouldn’t let him go that easy. And he was right. Three days ago he met with our undercover in Santa Monica and …..”

Callen interrupted the Lieutenant “Wait. Max Gentry is one of yours?”

Bates hit the remote again. A picture of Max filled the screen. Only this time it was a photo of him with his hair kept and wearing a suit and tie. Much different from the DMV photo they were given.

“One of the best. His real name is Martin Deeks. We backstopped him as the owner of the Squid & Dagger. He was oddly proud of the name he created for the bar. Anyways, Deeks met with him on the pier that morning to give him the address to one of our safe houses. The investigation was coming to a head so Evan was to stay there until we arrested Ramon and then he would be put in WITSEC. Deeks said when they met Evan seemed really jumpy and paranoid, like someone was watching him.”

“That’s because someone was.” Sam added.

“Right. Evan never made it to the safe house and until this morning, we had no idea where he was. Yesterday, Deeks found an envelope slid under the door at the bar. Written on the front was Detective Deeks. Inside were the surveillance photos Detective Hall and his team came across this morning.”

“But Hall saw Deeks in those photos but didn’t say he knew him.” Callen questioned.

“That’s because he wouldn’t know him from Adam. Deeks was a loner. He never played well with the other cops. Always preferred to work alone. That’s why deep undercover was perfect for him. He didn’t have anyone else to worry about.”

“Until Kensi.” Hetty added.

Until Kensi.” Bates repeated “Deeks was freaked out enough that his cover was blown and his informant was missing but when he saw those photos of Kensi, he was furious. He called me to ask if I could help him track her down. She wasn’t answering her phone so he left her voicemails saying she was in danger and needed to leave town. He told me her name was McKensi Cole. But the name lead nowhere. I didn’t hear from him after that. I had hoped he had found her and went into hiding but unfortunately that wasn’t the case when Detective Hall called me this morning.”

After working with Kensi for over a year, Sam was getting familiar with how she operated “That explains how she ended up at the bar last night. If Kensi heard those voicemails from someone she cared about, she wouldn’t have run the other way.”

Hetty nodded, “She would have stood and fought. That’s who she is.”

“And now Kensi and Deeks are both missing.” Callen concludes.

The images on the screen suddenly disappeared and were replaced by a video feed of Eric from Ops.

“I might have a lead on that. Now the security cameras at the bars had been disabled but I was able to pull a traffic cam from the north east corner that shows the alley behind the building.”

The feed from Ops shrunk to the top corner of the screen as the traffic cam feed filled the rest. Just as they feared the team saw an unconscious Deeks being dragged out the back exit and into a van. Movement at the bottom right of the screen caught their eye. Kensi was watching from around the side of the building, both hands on her gun at her side. They watched in horror as the shadow behind Kensi grew closer and then grabbed her, placing a white cloth over her mouth. After a moment of struggle, Kensi’s body went limp and she too was thrown into the back of the van. Landing right next to Deeks.

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