Another Bad Idea
Summary: Cha-young tries to get over Vincenzo by getting under someone else. It goes as well as you would expect.
Author's note: What am I even doing here honestly😩😭 someone liked my fic "Bad Idea" today and I started reading it again myself because I missed chayenzo and then I suddenly got this urge to write this....smutty filth instead of doing anything remotely reproductive. I loved how sweet this couple was in the show but honestly low key I kinda wanted them to be psychos in love and rip each other apart (romantically) so I wrote this.
Ultimately she's the one to ruin their arrangement. She's never been able to resist temptation and at first she tries to convince herself that once was enough, she'd gotten it out of her system.
Except when he loosens his tie in the office and it's just them- another late night trying to find dirt on Babel's corruption- she can't help but watch the motion and think about how much she wishes that she was the one taking off his tie. She wanted to remove his tie with her teeth and then swallow him whole.
"See something you want?"
His voice had been mocking, teasing just like the little shit he had proved to be.
But he wasn't wrong, although she knew that any kind of real feelings just weren't allowed between them, fucking was different. Why did it need to be a one night stand when they both knew what they'd signed up for? They could fuck without crossing the line.
So in lieu of a verbal reply she walked over to the office door closed the door with an emphatic click before turning to face him.
"I have some thoughts I wouldn't mind you knocking out real good and hard."
His eyes glinted dangerously in the awful yellow lighting and as soon as he moved she was moving too, racing around a table to meet him half way. He tugged her roughly into his arms and she went willingly, gasping as he palmed her ass and pulled her into a bruising kiss that made her head spin.
He took her from behind right there on the table, his tie stuffed in her mouth barely smothering her moans the wet sound of them fucking loud in the quiet of the room.
She limped home with a satisfied grin on her face.
It's easy, having sex with Vincenzo. Usually she's the one to initiate but there are times when he stares at her so hard it feels like he's willing her clothes off her body.
It's easy because it means nothing.
Until that's not true any longer.
She's never been able to leave well enough alone. So of course she starts to see meaning in his little actions.
Holding her purse.
Bringing her coffee.
Sitting beside her on the couch because she struggles to fall asleep alone after the break in.
Sharing stories about her late father.
Sharing stories about his lost mother.
Coffee dates in the morning and drinks in the evening.
Soon they're hanging out, simply enjoying each other's company far more than they are doing the horizontal tango and she should have stopped it before things flew out of her control.
Before she ruined everything.
She groans loudly uncaring of the neighbors-they should be used to this by now- as he rocks into her slowly, they're face to face her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands tangled in her own. Tonight is different, neither are frantic or crazed each movement of his hips makes her exhale as she's drawn closer to her climax. Her third one tonight, he was such an overachiever in bed.
There's ringing in her ears as she succumbs to him and they've done this enough for her to know that he wasn't far behind her, gripping her thighs too tightly and thrusting just a bit too hard.
And as he's panting deep swallows of jagged breath into her neck she says, "Are you still leaving after we're done taking down Babel?"
She doesn't mean to. Definitely not here and not now but it's been on her mind. Each second that they spend in each other's company, she starts to.... imagine a world where they could be together.
Not just for sex. But really together.
His eyes widen as he stares at her, for the first time she sees fear in those cold eyes. He looks like he's staring at the barrel of a gun instead of his casual sex buddy.
He pulls out of her too quickly, she winces at the discomfort but remains perfectly still waiting for his reaction.
Watches him turn away, now sitting on the edge of his bed and she can see his answer in the rigid line of his shoulder before he ever speaks a word but nonetheless he answers her question, her real question.
"I don't think we should do this anymore." And then he tugs on his boxers and leaves her to her thoughts.
She doesn't cry. That would be too pathetic but the crack that formed when her mother passed and then her father grows larger, deeper and aches painfully.
It hurts to stay in the bed where they've been intimate so often but leaving and seeing him would hurt even more so she stays, blinking at the ceiling forcing red hot tears not to fall.
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He's never been good at sharing, too possessive of everything that he holds dear to share that with another. That included his clothes, his cars, his position in life and then he started to realize that it was extending to one particular person in his life.
She was an enigma to him, seemingly heartless and money hungry at first and while he cursed her for it secretly he admired it because it was real and authentic, the world was a cut throat piece of shit and good people hardly stayed that way for long.
But her father's dead seemed to melt away the facade she'd been cultivating. And he could see the scared little girl underneath the quirky too loud too attractive too everything lawyer.
It's too easy being around her. He doesn't realize that they've traversed passed colleagues and people who occasionally fuck each other's brains out until it's too late and he's wiping her tears as she cries drunkenly over drinks and fried meats.
His dick is still wet as he tells her they need to stop doing this and means it. This is not what he had came here to accomplish and he was the last thing she needed in this fucked up world, he couldn't make her happy didn't even know if he could be happy so it was right to let her go before things became even worst.
She was confusing carnal and emotional desires. He wasn't boyfriend material, it was laughable to even consider. He was nothing but an orphan and a murderer. She should aim for higher than someone like him.
But he still expects a battle. For her to give him the icy glares and scathing comments.
He's left waiting.
Cha-young is the picture of professionalism, easily moving back into their relationship before either of them knew what the other tasted like. He never catches her staring even though he can barely keep his eyes off of her, it's as if he dreamt the entire thing and there was nothing unusual between them to begin with.
This continues for weeks and he accepts that he was right, there were never any feelings involved and she had just been confused and time was the only thing necessary for her to realize her mistake.
They continue to fight Babel, suffering unimaginable losses and wins.
Everything is has it should be.
Then she starts showing up with makeup, nothing too noticeable but he notices because he's always looking at her.
Dark liner ringing those eyes.
Deep wine lipstick coating that mouth. A mouth that has devastated him until he was quaking in her arms.
He doesn't question her, has no right to even he knows that.
He hears the scrape of her chair, one wobbly wheel on the floor and tries to discreetly watch her walk away. Fights the urge to groan as she tosses her head back and scoops her thick hair up into a messy bun, her soft nape now on full display.
She leaves the room in a pantsuit, much like he's used to seeing her wear but returns in a dress that makes his mouth dry and his hands twitch.
It's short and tight, fitting around her slim body perfectly hugging the dip of her thin waist and the light curve out of her hip. And while the dress is sexy in an unassuming way, mostly because she's a gorgeous woman who would look good in anything, there is no skin showing she's completely covered up and he thanks all deities for that. But then she strides over to her desk and turns her back retrieving her jacket and phone and that's when almost forgets to breathe.
Her naked back stares him in the eyes.
A split that starts from the top of her spine and stops just above her tailbone.
He wants to bound across the room and lick a line down her spine, watch the goose pimples raise on that delicious delicate skin and hear those breathy broken gasps as he tugs the offending dress off her body and lets his tongue travel down, down further.
Then it disappears behind her coat. And he slams back to reality and her assessing eye, she stares at him for a moment too long before that placid smile he's tired of seeing thrown his way returns to her face.
"I'm going to head out first. Good work today. Oh and I won't be in tomorrow."
She never takes any days off. He had thought he was a workaholic until he met her. He tries his hardest to keep his voice level, "Did something happen? Are you okay?"
What was she doing and why hadn't she told him about her plans? He almost feels betrayed that something could be happening in her life that he doesn't know about. They were always the other's confidant.
"Oh it's nothing serious. I just need a personal day to sort some things out."
He should just leave it alone, she's being vague and it's frustrating but she doesn't owe him anything he knows that but he still hears himself say, "What things, tell me!" He hears the anger and command in his voice and unlike everyone else he's encountered who cower in the face of his ire, she gets ignited too instead her own rage burning in her eyes.
"Do I have to answer to you now?" She bites out, snatching her purse and rushing to the door her hair cascading from the precarious bun she placed it in.
"Stop being stubborn. I'm just worried about you." He calls it to her retreating back.
She scoffs at him, too many emotions washing over her face nearly impossible for him to pinpoint them all.
"Well don't. I'll be someone else's problem tonight."
And then she's gone and he almost wishes that she had slammed the door instead of quietly shutting it.
He goes home.
Because it's not his business, she is not his business. He should happily let her be someone else's problem.
But it doesn't take much to pull up her social media and see her posts, she's bright eyed in all her videos dancing chaotically with a drink in her hand and then he almost drops his voice when he hears an unfamiliar voice in the background.
"Damn babe. You look so hot tonight. Come home with me."
And then the video cuts off and he's left sitting alone in his living room with only murderous rage to keep him company.
He's dressed- all black head to toe- and out the door before he can think about what he's doing.
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She has no idea where her date went and honestly she doesn't even care. It was clear that he wanted to fuck her and that was all she needed, to reclaim her body and stop the dreams about a certain Italian that she shouldn't be thinking about.
They were done and his little fit in the office today meant nothing. He was a control freak, and she knew that her suddenly disappearing would try him wild merely because he liked knowing what she was doing. It was pathetic but it made her feel for a second that he actually cared about her. It was fake but she didn't care.
She dances harder as the music switches to something she's never heard before, a soulful voice crooning in English and while she doesn't understand the words the rhythm speaks clearly.
And it feels so good (and that's what takes me highhhhh...) your love it keeps me aliveeeee.....
The energy in the room is hypnotizing and as she feels a large hand wrapping around her waist she doesn't fight the embrace, allowing herself to be pulled until her back is pressed firmly against a solid chest.
"You're the sexiest woman in this room. I couldn't stay away, I hope you don't mind."
His voice is nice, she ignores the voice in her head that says it's not deep enough or stilted enough.
She tosses her hair over her shoulder to get a good look at her new companion's face and she's content with him, he has a square jaw and thin lips but more importantly he doesn't remind her of anyone and she only feels a mild attraction to him.
He's safe. And she needs that more than ever now.
"No. I don't mind at all. Dance with me?"
He nods eagerly and she loses herself in the music, grinding her ass into the mild sway of his hips and when he grips her waist she has to force out the face that flashes in her mind.
No. I won't think about him. I don't care about him.
Thankfully her partner doesn't notice her mind wandering and he's gasping behind her, pulling her tighter against his body and she can feel his cock suddenly right there on her ass cheek, can feel how riled up she's making him and how utterly unaffected she is by him in return.
But she had no plans of stopping, she still had an itch and surely he could scratch it even if he couldn't completely sate it. She had to do it to prove to herself that she was fine. Even if she didn't enjoy it, just being able to do it was enough. She needed to be in control.
Alcohol would make it easier, she just needed more alcohol so she could let this stranger screw her brains out and forget about the one who wanted nothing to do with her.
"Get me a drink." She commands, dipping her body low before teasingly dragging her ass back up his body in a clear promise.
He immediately gets the message, fondling her before rushing away to obey her in the hopes that she'll make good on her promise.
She feels hot and sweaty, so she reaches behind herself to grip her hair a second time today pulling the wet tresses away from her overheated neck sighing as the cool air hits her skin.
She's lost in her own world, so she misses the sudden chatter around her. Women and men parting around her as a new predator enters the fray, she's dancing with her arms still holding her hair above her head when she feels a little touch on her neck, just a gentle brush but it sparks like static and makes her jump, spinning around to face her intruder.
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He spots her right away, dancing alone in the middle of the floor completely unencumbered by the eyes watching her with lust, envy and jealousy.
He's never seen her like this. Never knew that she could be so intentionally sexy. So seductive.
Her movements are fluid, more sensual than he expects from her on the dance floor. Her hands are in constant motion, smoothing over her breasts, hugging her hips, lifting and dropping her hair and it's pure torture to watch her touch herself when the hands on her body should be his.
And then his vision flares red when someone approaches her and to his disgust she welcomes the interruption. Allows someone else touch her and rub their body against her, he growls as she thrusts her pert little ass against a stranger's crotch and lets him hump her like a fucking dog in heat.
He starts moving, pushing people who get in his way and others start to take notice of him, jumping out of his war path. Women reach out to touch him but he swats their hands away, too focused to be deterred for even a minute.
By the time he gets there she's alone again but the image of someone else touching what's his is still burned in his mind.
He reaches out to touch her, scared of the unbridled rush of jealousy and anger that are warring inside of him.
Instantly she jolts at his touch, as if his touch is unwelcomed but that bastard's wasn't. He wants to knock all the other man's teeth out and make him regret ever touching his woman.
"What? What are you doing here?" She has to shout to be heard above the music.
He stares her down instead of replying, annoyed with her drunk stagger and how red her cheeks are. Secretly he doesn't want to admit that he's terrified about what would have happened if he didn't follow her here tonight.
"Who the fuck was that?" He ignores her question, instead firing off one of his own.
She bristles at his tone, glaring right back into his eyes before turning on her heel and walking away.
He is too flabbergasted to move but then she starts to disappear into the crowd and he refuses to let her out of his sight. He takes huge strides, closing the distance between them in four large steps. He decides against grabbing her wrist and intercepts her escape, stepping in front of her.
"You!" She points right in his face, "Shouldn't be here. I don't need a babysitter so just leave me alone."
He doesn't back down, squaring his shoulders and stepping into her space until he can feel her breath and the heat radiating from her body.
"You are the one who shouldn't be here. Who the hell were you letting touch you? I'll kill him."
It's scary how badly he means every word, he wants to kill anyone who has ever looked at her with ill intention, yearns to gauge their eyes out with a rusty spoon.
"That's the guy I'm going to let fuck me tonight! You won't do anything to him, just mind your business!"
He stares at her in full wonder. And then it fades to indescribable rage. He could burn this club to the ground right here and now and it still wouldn't be enough.
"What the fuck did you just say to me? I dare you to say that again." He trembles from all the fury building up inside, hovering above her with a dark sneer twisting his lips.
She has no sense of self preservation. Grins at him.
Grins. Like they are having a nice chat.
"You heard me. I found your replacement. So you can go away. I don't need you anymore."
The words are like slaps in the face, she was discarding him for a nameless quick fuck.
It hurt. It's hard not to grab at his chest and see if his heart is even still beating.
And then the very asshole who couldn't keep his hands to himself returns, happy and eager with a drink in his hand and she shoots him this coy little smile his way as if they have a secret and he can't handle it. He decks the other man so hard that he collapses with a single blow, the drinks flying in the air before crashing to the floor in a sticky mess.
He hardly fights the bouncer as he's removed from the establishment, thrown out on his ass and banned from ever returning.
He stays on the ground. His knuckles bruised but not bleeding. He wants to make them bleed. He needs the pain.
"You had no right to punch him."
He lifts his head and her anger about this insignificant asshole reignites his own rage.
"Are you that hungry for a fuck? Are you that fucking thirsty for it?"
"Yes! I'm that hungry! I want to someone to fuck me blind so I won't think about my father or Babel or yo--!!"
She slams her hand over her mouth, shoving the words back into her throat but it's too late. He already knows what she was going to say.
"Me. You don't want to think about me."
"No I don't! You said we should stop this, you pushed me away. You did all that so why are you here pretending you give a shit about what I do or who I fuck? What does any of it have to do with you?"
The words explode from her chest, even the persistent thumping from the club isn't enough to block her exclamation.
He watches her in surprise, that only builds as she suddenly starts to cry before brutally swiping away the tears and shoving past him.
He watches her leave in disbelief.
Why was she crying? She shouldn't be crying over him. It didn't make any sense unless she..... unless this was more than sex. Unless her asking that question was more than her accidentally blurring the lines.
It wasn't the first time she asked him that. But it was the scariest time because he couldn't answer her. Knew exactly what he was supposed to say but looking at her sleepy sated face he forgot all the reasons why they shouldn't be together.
So he did push her away. It was what was best for both of them or so he convinced himself because he was just a criminal and she deserved more. So why was he here fighting her and attacking men for touching her?
What the fuck am I doing?
When he blinks back to reality she's already halfway across the parking lot, climbing into her car and he races after her she was in no condition to drive.
"Hey! You're too drunk to drive!"
He grabs the driver's door before she can close it and returns her glare.
"I'm fine. Just mind your busin--"
"You are my business."
She gapes at him and he stares back unflinching, who was he kidding? It was hardly too late. Putting distance between them did nothing but make him want her more.
"No. No, I'm not. Let go of my door." She pulls the handle but he's stronger and eventually she gives up with an annoyed sigh. He crouches down, needing to see her eyes when he says this.
"I was wrong."
She stills, staring out the windshield. Not daring to look at him.
"I'm.... sorry."
That makes her look at him. Her face scrunching up again and he can't bare to see it so he reaches out to cup her face and pull her closer to him, kissing the tears that fall down her cheeks.
Without warning he tugs her up out of her seat, sitting down himself before pulling her into his lap.
She tucks her face into his neck and he caresses the naked skin that peeks out the back of her dress, in broad rough strokes. He preens when she starts to melt into his hold but then she pushes away from him, bringing them face to face again.
"I didn't mean to. I tried to stop myself from....I thought if I did it with someone else I could free myself from my feelings for you."
"...... Would you have gone through with it?" It's a dumb question to ask because the fire is finally settling and her answer could possibly set him off again but he has to know, just how close had she come.
She stares him right in the eye with no shame.
"I would have done it."
He wants to go back and rip that bastard apart.
"Stop. I would have done it and thought of you the entire time and hated myself. It wouldn't have meant anything."
Logically he knows that she's right, he has had sex with countless women and not even remembered their name the next day but it still kills him that he almost pushed her to the edge, because he was too scared to admit his feelings.
But deeper beneath that self blame he's angry at her. For daring to look at anyone else, letting them touch her and even dream of fucking her. He's so angry he could.....
He picks her up unceremoniously and dumps her into the backseat, climbing out of the car feeling like a wild animal on the prowl even more so as she stares up at him, quivering in place.
He yanks the door open and pounces on her, biting at her neck with unforgiving teeth.
"You were going to let him do this? Touch what's mine?"
She moans loudly as he pinches her nipple through the thick material of her dress, rougher than he's ever been with her.
"I'm not you-"
He cuts her off with a hard bite, teeth sinking into her neck so hard that he knows that it'll leave a mark. It'll be a gentle reminder to others that she was off limits.
"Shhhhh don't piss me off." He whispers into her skin and she huffs but lifts up her ass when he sneaks a hand under her dress and tugs at the flimsy material.
"Fuck!" She cries, scrambling as he shoves a finger inside of her as far as it'll go and then pulls it out only to penetrate her again with a punishing force.
She claws and tries to get away from him but his other hand is firm on her hips, holding her in place as he pistons his fingers inside of her clenching pussy.
"Where are you going? We're just getting started."
She swallows hard at the devilish look on his face.
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She feels delirious from the pleasure rushing through her blood streams.
She'd never had anyone dismantle her the way he was doing right now, ignoring her argument that they would get caught he'd yanked her legs in the air and began hungrily feasting on her body, tonguing into her wet folds, biting at the junction between thigh and groin, and speaking filthy words right into her abused hole.
"Look at this wet pussy, all of this is mine. Every drop was made for my tongue. You were made for my fingers, my tongue, my cock."
This shouldn't turn her on this neanderthal like display but at least to herself she can admit that she loves it, loved seeing him jealous because she was looking at someone else. Shivers had run up her spine as she watched him punch someone for daring to touch her, she had no intention of fucking anyone else but this was payback for all the times he ignored her question and pretended that this wasn't more than sex. 
He's fucked up but so is she.
"Then fuck me already. Show me who I belong to."
He noses at her clit, groaning into her quivering center twisting the fingers that he has lodged deep inside of her before reappearing with a wolf like grin.
She lowers her legs to the side and raises to meet him. His face is wet because of her and she can't resist tugging him closer and licking her flavor from his lips.
"You're filthy." He says with an air of reverence that almost makes her laugh.
"You love it."
And then they're kissing, all tongue and teeth she pries his mouth open and sucks his tongue into her mouth.
It had been weeks since they last kissed, she was starved for him.
She distracts him with the kiss as she reaches down to his zipper, dragging the metal down and slipping her hand into his expensive boxers.
"If my pussy is yours, then this is mine."
She strokes him from root tip, using the precum that has collected there to smooth the way and he groans into her mouth, biting at her lip then soothing the pain with his tongue.
"I need to be inside you now. I've been thinking about this since I saw you in that dress earlier today."
She clamors into his lap in the tight space of the backseat, rearranging them until his cock is at her entrance and she's gazing down at him like he's the center of her universe.
"Vincenzo?"
She whispers his name, feeling his bulbous head pushing past her resistance as he sinks deeper into her body. She whimpers at the intrusion, he's bigger than she's used to but the burn is welcome, she wants to feel every inch of him penetrating her, breaking her.
"Shit!....yes?"
She holds his face as she sinks the rest of the way, her wet folds opening up around him before he bottoms out with a loud groan and a smack to her ass.
"Stay with me."
He freezes at her plea but she doesn't give him a chance to respond, planting her knees and lifting up before dropping back down onto his waiting cock that sinks even deeper than before, the loud smack bouncing off the car walls.
"Stay with me. Don't leave me. I need you. I need you . Stay. Stay."
He wraps his arms around her back pulling her ever closer, while thrusting up to meet her downward pushes. He pulls her in his tight embrace, warming her heart even as he fucks her so hard that her teeth grind.
"Not going anywhere. This pussy is mine, your heart is mine. You, are mine. I never leave mine behind."
She cries at out a particularly hard thrust that sends her flying up before he grips her hips and crashes them back together, she can feel the car shaking and hear voices outside wondering what's going on but she doesn't care.
She loses the ability to speak, dissolving into squeaks and loud pants as she feels her body tightening in anticipation.
"Fuck! You're too tight. I'm about to pass out. Your greedy little hole is eating me whole."
She nods eagerly in his lap, too fucked out to argue with anything he has to say.
She's limp in his arms, allowing him to thrusts into her and pull her down to meet him in hard pounds. She's so close.....just a little more.
"Yes! Right there! I'm so close!"
"Open your eyes. I want to see you when you come on my cock."
She can't and then his fingers are there prying her eyes open and she can't see anything because they're rolling into the back of her head and everything is bright, hazy and she's coming harder than she ever has in her life. She can barely hear him in the background.
"Shit! Fuck! You're squeezing me so tight, I can't hold on. Fuck! Ugh!"
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"I can't believe you didn't wear a condom. I can't believe I didn't notice. Are we actually crazy?"
He can't focus not with his come leaking out of her and onto the poor seat. He knows that cleaning it is not going to be cheap but right now it's so worth it.
"Are you serious! Stop looking at it like some creep!" She slams his arm, hard and that gets his attention finally.
"I lost my head there a bit. I couldn't think straight."
She sighs, picking her panties up from the floor and grimacing as she slides them back on.
"Ugh, so cold. I need a shower, now."
He can't agree more, but at the same time he wants to keep her just like this, covered in his come and leaking his seed.
"Things are going to get worst before they get better." He knows that she's knows he's talking about Babel and this fight they've signed up for. "Are you sure you can handle me? Once you're mine I'm never going to let you go."
He's never been good at sharing and he doesn't want to get good, not with this. Not with her.
"Is that supposed to scare me away?"
Honestly. Yes, the drive to possess her was always there just under his skin. And it would make him crazier, if anyone ever hurt her they wouldn't live long enough to regret the day.
"I'm not scared of you Vincenzo. I'm yours because I chose to be so and now you're mine too. Everyone else should be scared."
There was a time that he feared that being with him would poison her, taint her goodness but watching that evil grin spread across her lips he realizes that her darkness was already there, just below the surface.
And it doesn't scare him either.
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