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atinyreads · 5 months
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ATEEZ Fic Recommendations
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@atinyreads
i may or may not be intending to use this post as a bookmark and masterlist for all of my favorite recent reads :3. ANYWAY… sharing is caring, i NEED all of these masterpieces to get all the love in this world (how can they NOT).
> special thanks to @cafekitsune for the lovely divider 🤍
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Hongjoong
The villain by @yourfatherlucifer
sin for me (HJ & SH) by @yourfatherlucifer
be the light (HJ & SH) by @written-in-flowers
devil hongjoong prompt by @bvidzsoo
he’s kinda hot by @ohmyamor
corruption by @ja3hwa
weakness by @yeoblurbs
pride and prejudice by @edenesth
high end by @songmingisthighs
storms by @kpop-fanatic-lover16
Seonghwa
racer seonghwa by @k-hotchoisan
as it was by @starrysvn
ace of spades by @smileydk
and his name was death by @stayteezdreams
expectations by @spinster-sisters
submit by @kpop-fanatic-lover16
crimson white snow by @haosweater
Yunho
fell in love with a pirate by @mi-rae07
my bleeding heart by @honeyhwaaa
irrevocable love by @bvidzsoo
love is a sacrifice by @kpop-fanatic-lover16
Yeosang
prince of hearts by @mi-rae07
song for the dead by @i-luvsang
San
Jigsaw by @horanghaejamjam
not my type by @mother-atiny
sweetest lies by @atxxzist
house of cards by @justwritedreams
city lights by @shinestarhwaa
husband san by @thisthatpinkvenom
absence makes the heartbreak by @bro-atz
moll by @last-words-ofashootingstar
trains and cigarettes by @kpop-fanatic-lover16
Mingi
20 minutes by @yeosbbm
revenge by @mcsalterego
cornflower blue by @last-words-ofashootingstar
ledge by @brrrkdslek
Masquerade by @kpop-fanatic-lover16
Wooyoung
I like red by @starillusion13
wooyoung prompt by @ja3hwa
you smell divine (SH & WY) by @yourfatherlucifer
his by @starrywooyo
elixir of death by @darkphoenix07
since way back by @yeosbbm
dont go to bed angry by @yeosbbm
Jongho
by your side by @miniteezez
OT8
Lost you forever by @starillusion13
outlaw by @staytinyville
shock and awe by @yeeehwa
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xxcheesekimchi · 7 months
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Ateez Fic rec
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🌸 ୨✩୧ Fic/Story/Series/One Shot
Disclaimer mostly read fic with Hyung line and not being in the list means i don't like them
MINOR DON'T INTERACT, DON'T READ, DON'T LIKE, DONT REBLOG JUST DON'T
# OT8/POLY!AU
Ot8 | Hurts Like Hell Pt.1 | Mafia Au
Ot8 | Hurts Like Hell Pt.2 | Mafia Au
Loved. pt.1
Repaired. pt.2
False accusation. Mafia au
Accident
Say Goodbye
ateez as mafia members
still trying
You distancing yourself because you like them and don’t want to get hurt
7 nurses, 2 patients
ATEEZ REACTIONS TO YOU GETTING HURT SMAU
Bad Boy ONE | TWO | TWO AND A HALF | THREE |
Mafia ONE
Overboard
He Compares You To His Ex
You Get Distant After He Calls You Clingy In An Argument
He Notices You Having Trouble Walking The Morning After The Night Before
Pool party
in their loving hands
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# CAPT.JOONG
My lord | Royal Au King!Hongjoong Princess!yn
In The Night ft. seonghwa poly!au king!hongjoong knight!seonghwa Queen!Yn Vampire!au
Pirate captain!Hongjoong Pirate!au
Overstim
marigold annoying frat boy!hongjoong. your best friend and the bane of your existence is probably the love of your life
saved The Pirate King is a scary man, the village lives in fear of him every single day.
Colors mafia!hongjoong soulmate!au
pirate au
HONEY CYCLE hongjoong wonders if you will ever be able to trust again, but him and the others are willing to wait for you.
Precious ft. seonghwa Prince!seonghwa Prince!Hongjoong
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# SEONGHWA
Fallen | Arranged Marriage Au
let’s not fall in love, again when your husband ask you for divorce (The amount of tears i cried while reading this)
bodyguard he not only guards you but also guards your body.
Fault pt.1 | Fault pt.2 | Mafia Au
Angel  During a gaming session with your best friend San you admit to him that your boyfriend Seonghwa is too soft to you.
Playing with fire Miniseries Sugardaddy!Seonghwa Bestfriend's father
a small secret The crush you have on Seonghwa is enough to make everyone think you hate him 
inked by fate ft san soulmate!AU Racer!ateez ateez rivals to each other
late night activities
perfect to me sometimes your insecurities got to the best of you
Make it up to you Your boyfriend wants to make sure you know how sorry he feels, and how could you reject him when he was being so genuine.
23.35 you broke up for a reason, he wasn't willing to commit fully to you
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# YUNHO
memoir when you forgot your mafia husband
Figure You Out | Mafia Au Pull The Trigger After the night at the gala. You can't help but wonder what Yunho's true intentions are with you.
And They Called It Puppy Love Despite your worries and concerns about your relationship, your golden retriever boyfriend Yunho never lets you stray too far
Out Of The Woods Part One | Part Two | Part Three You’ve been driving Yunho nuts lately and he just can’t figure out why.
let me Mafia!yunho 🎀 kidnapping miscarriage
𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 falling in love with your best friend feels like eighth deadly sin
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# YEOSANG
closed doors ft. yunho part 1, part 2 Poor Yunho just can't resist himself, not when you sound like that.
princess. sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder if seonghwa and yeosang were embarrassed to be dating you.
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# CHOI SAN
Morning ft. seonghwa Poly!au While your other lovers are out. You are left with a cuddly Seonghwa and a horny San.
broken part 2 🎀 san abuse you from toxic boyfriend
First Things First Part One | Part Two Virgin san Friends to lovers
the lust between us
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# MINGI
See Me After Class
butterflies life with your husband & daughter is always full of butterflies.
double stuffed feat. san
Yungi  wolf!au 🎀 breaking soulmate bond
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# WOOYOUNG
Mafia Wooyoung pt.2 pt.3 you thought he didn’t care, he was sure he doesn’t, he had said it so himself to you.
why'd you only call me when you're high? | r u mine? 🎀 use of weeds
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nrqsvns · 28 days
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— 290224!
you were driving with san, your husband through the streets late at night.
eating fast food together whilst passing by the most beautiful houses you've ever laid eyes on because of its modern–designed looks.
but one really caught your eye.
you pointed towards the outside, gasping in suprise.
"sannie, look there!"
san briefly looked to the side of his window whilst still trying to keep track of his driving.
he smiled, "that's a beautiful house."
you nodded, amazed by its beauty. "it really is."
the next day, you woke up to the sound of san calling your name.
"pack your bags, baby." he exclaimed, placing your suitcases on the ground beside the bed.
you immediately got up in confusion, asking.
"what do you mean?"
he laughed and showed you the new house keys dangling from his hand.
"i brought us that house you liked yesterday."
"are you crazy? that house probably costed so much!"
you quietly yelled at him. and he just shrugged like it was nothing at all.
"anything my baby talks about, she gets it."
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mirisss · 5 months
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Haunting Shadows
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Vampire! Mafia! Ateez OT8 x afab! reader
Wordcount ≈ 1.9k
Warnings: Bullying, angst, mentions of weapons, blood, wanting to rip someone’s throat out (they’re vampires and mafia, blood and violence is unavoidable), violence, 
Thank you for the request! I hope you like it! 
Please reblog!
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Third Person POV
Eight vampires stand proud in the night, looking over the land they grew up on centuries ago. These vampires are known as Ateez, the leaders of a large mafia group that controls a large chunk of this country. Ateez is, as mentioned, made up of eight members. Kim Hongjoong - the leader, or captain if you will. Park Seonghwa - the second in command, the oldest. Jeong Yunho, Song Mingi, and Choi Jongho - the enforcers. Kang Yeosang - The spy and tracker. Jung Wooyoung - The Communicator, the spokesman. And, Choi San - the weapon connoisseur. For centuries, these eight men have stayed together, bound not only by the promise they made for the group but also by the bond the moon gifted them. Throughout the years, there was a void in that bond, a missing piece. Finally, after searching for centuries they finally found it. The missing piece. It was a human girl, or woman, known as (Y/n). 
(Y/n) was warm and happy, as beautiful as a blood-red rose. She was the moon that lit up the dark night sky, enveloping the eight vampires in a warm light known as love. While (Y/n) wasn’t too happy to hear that her soulmates were the leaders of a mafia, she was still happy to be with them, albeit a little scared at first to find out they were vampires. Now, after 3 years though, (Y/n) fears almost nothing. The one thing she fears is for the safety of those who dare consider hurting her as she knows her eight soulmates will not be merciful. 
(Y/n) is studying at a prestigious university, not that she would need to considering her soulmates’ wealthy fortune the human girl however still wished to finish her education. Every morning, Wooyoung makes sure that (Y/n) eats a good breakfast and Seonghwa always prepares lunches for her - all to make sure she can focus during her lectures and while studying. Yunho drove her to university and always picked her up. Yeosang always sat with her while she studied so she didn’t feel alone. Jongho usually stands guard outside the library the boys kept in their mansion to make sure no one disturbed them. San and/or Mingi would give her a massage and a snack after she had studied - they said it would help her remember but they truly only wanted to make (Y/n) happy. And Hongjoong would buy and/or make outfits for her that truly were unique and just her style. 
Lately though, (Y/n) doesn’t seem too excited about going to school like she used to or in general. Her smiles seem fake, they don’t reach her eyes anymore. Her pheromones have changed. She doesn’t radiate light and warmth as she once did, no it’s cold and sad. She isn’t as affectionate anymore, she pulls away from the boys - she tried to say that she’s just tired or stressed over school. But the boys suspect that something else is going on. So they decide to follow her to school, without (Y/n) knowing though. 
Yunho’s POV
After dropping (Y/n) off at the entrance of the university building, I waved to her as usual before getting back in the car and driving away. Though, instead of going home I drove just around the block were I met the rest of the guys. “Her pheromones spiked with anxiety when I dropped her off, usually she sends out calmness or excitement,” Hongjoong’s eyes flashed from brown to a glowing red, a sign of his anger. Even Seonghwa’s eyes flashed, that doesn’t bode good, he and Yeosang are known as the calm ones of our gang so triggering them… Well, usually ends in bloodshed. “We should go, come on, let’s shift” After Hongjoongs order we all shifted into our shadow forms, hiding in the darkness of the shadows around us. 
Yeosang’s POV
The eight of us crept around and tried to find (Y/n). There were so many scents that it was hard to pick hers out, I led the group around using my best tracking skills when suddenly I caught her scent. “She’s close,” “Is she alone?” “I don’t know yet, hold on…” I answered Jongho before I crept a bit closer, focusing on her scent and the sound of her breathing. “No, there’s a group of about 5-6 people around her, she’s really stressed,” “Okay, let’s make a plan… Wooyoung, San, do your thing,” Wooyoung and San had both been blessed with the ability to slightly alter their looks, making it easier for them to be out and about talking with people. I was blessed with even more hightened senses and a stronger tracking ability than the others, hence making me a perfect spy and tracker. 
San’s POV
Woo and I morphed, changing part of our facial structure and hair colors. Making sure (Y/n) wouldn’t recognize us, once finished with our disguises we stepped out of the shadows walking toward the room where our soulmate was being cornered. As we walked inside, my blood boiled. I had to fight all my insticts to keep my eyes from flashing red. (Y/n) was sitting on the floor, her back pushed into a wall, with four girls and a guy standing around her laughing. One of the girls, held a cup in her hand that I suspected was empty based on the fact that (Y/n) was dripping wet with a liquid that was most likely coffee based on its scent. (Y/n) was clearly crying. I heard Wooyoung slightly growl, I hit him on the arm to bring him back in control. “Come on,” 
Wooyoung’s POV
I wanted to rip their throats out for what they had done, but that would have to wait… I took a deep breathe to collect myself, time to find out what’s going on. San and I began talking loudly as we walked into the room, San holding a paper that we looked at and then at each other. The girls around (Y/n) instantly turned to look at us, gasping at how handsome we looked. They rand over to us, chatting loudly, how annoying. “Hey, pretty. What’s going on here?” I asked a girl, pretending to flirt with her. “Oh, nothing much, just putting an insignificant bug in her place,” I forced out a laugh, clenching my fists to keep myself from wrapping it around the girls throat and choking her. San and I managed to lure the group away from (Y/n), finding out more on why they were doing this and for how long they had been doing it. 
Yeosang’s POV
I focused my senses on Wooyoung and San, waiting for them to give me a signal. After only 2 minutes of waiting, I got the signal meaning (Y/n) was alone. “We can go in,” We crept through the shadows into the room where we found (Y/n) crying on the floor, drenched in coffee. 
Seonghwa’s POV
After we had crept into the room I made sure to close the door before coming out into the light. Luckily, I had suspected something like this could have happened and brought some new clothes for (Y/n) and a towel with me. “Darling, it’s okay, we’re here now, everything will be fine,” (Y/n) looked up at me and the others in the room, her beautiful eyes stained red from tears. “Honey, come here. Let’s get you dry and into some new clothes,” “HOW come you didn’t TELL us about this?” I turned to Hongjoong, giving him a glare for raising his voice at her to which he apologized and took a step back. “I’m sorry,” “No, don’t be darling, this isn’t your fault. Here’s some new clothes. I thought about this in a hurry so I didn’t grab your clothes but some of mine and I think Mingi’s,” (Y/n) grabbed the clothes from me and then Mingi and I held the towel up to cover her as she changed. 
Jongho’s POV
My heart broke seeing (Y/n) look so sad. I just wanted to hug her, hold her close, whisper that it would be okay, or quietly sing for her. All to make her feel better. Soon she had changed into dry clothes and she carefully took the towel from Hwa and Mingi to wrap it around her head. I saw my chance to walk over to her, opening my arms, and inviting her for a warm hug. (Y/n) instantly gave me a tiny smile before opening her own arms, wrapping them around me, to which I did the same. A quiet knock was heard on the door, it was, for us vampires, clearly San and Wooyoung who had returned so we simply said come in even though the door was locked. The two could come inside through the shadows, which they did. (Y/n) relaxed a little more into my embrace as she saw the two missing members of our group. 
Mingi’s POV
As San and Wooyoung rejoined us in the room, it was easy to sense the shift in (Y/n)’s emotions as her pheromones became just a little bit sweeter, indicating that she was feeling better. I also wanted to comfort her and myself, I was so worried I could barely control my strength on the way here - there might or might not be a few dented streetlights on one of the paths leading to this school. I walked over, gently enveloping (Y/n) from behind, sandwiching her between Jongho and myself. “I love you,” She whispered, it was for us all but I felt a bit special to hear it right after embracing her. 
Hongjoong’s POV
San and Wooyoung rejoined us and told all of us that the girls had picked on (Y/n) because they had seen ‘a hot boy driving her’ - aka, Yunho - something she apparently didn’t deserve and they wanted her to be miserable because of it. The animalistic side of me, clawed at my brain, wanting to just go out there and rip them apart but I pushed it aside. Getting (Y/n) home was my priority. “Let’s go home, we’ll take care of this later. Those girls won’t dare touch you again… They should be happy that we got here before they did anything even worse,” After getting back home to our mansion (Y/n) told us that the girls had convinced her that she didn’t deserve them and that we only kept her around because she was our mate. We comforted her and told her that the girls were wrong. We love (Y/n) for being (Y/n). 
A few days later, those girls quit the program at the university and moved away. (Y/n) knew that we had something to do with it, but not exactly what happened… we simply had a conversation with them where they accidentally saw both some of our guns and fangs and even claws. Let’s just say they ran away terrified, promising to never ever harm another being again.  
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hwaightme · 1 year
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Bang bang
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THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI FOR STAR'S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut) (masterlist) (join taglist)
⚫ pairing: gangster/mafia!seonghwa x stripper/afab!reader ⚫ genre: smut, mafia!au, noir, ganster film style, bits of angst ⚫ summary: Bang bang, he shot me down / Bang bang, I hit the ground / Bang bang, that awful sound / Bang bang, my baby shot me down... the words never sounded truer as you hunt for the man who made you fall from grace. ⚫ wordcount: 14.6k ⚫ warnings/tags: barely edited (written in a chaotic flurry), gangsters, murder, guns, blood, attacking, language, strip club, slight objectification, rudeness, bickering and arguing, emotional manipulation, revenge, death [of a side oc], yandere themes, obsessive behaviour, alcohol, money, seonghwa driving expensive cars, betrayal mention... lmk if anything else. ⚫ perma-taglist: @legohwas @doom-fics @acciocriativity @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 @shakalakaboomboo @starillusion13 @hongthoven @cqndiedcherries @uwuheeseungie @hoshischeekss @frankenstein852 @charreddonuts @miriamxsworld @mingigoo @michel-angelhoe @innsomniacshinestar @foxinnie8 ⚫ a/n: HAPPY SEONGHWA DAY!!!! May our brightest star be blessed with everything and more <3 (and never venture into what this fic contains lol); much love and appreciation to nora for going unchained over mafia hwa, and for supporting me through the blackout that was the writing process for this fic. Much love, all reblogs, comments, thoughts welcome~
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⚫ nsfw tags: hate sex, car sex, fingering (receiving), sub-leaning reader but a hardcore brat, dom-leaning seonghwa but he enjoys the degradation, degradation (whore, slut, cock slut...), pet names and praises (doll, precious angel, darling, baby, sweetheart), a bit of impact play (slapping), orgasm denial, doggy style, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), blowjob, deepthroating, hair tugging/yanking, manhandling, grinding, spit play, come in mouth/swallowing... whew
⚫ playlist: bang bang (from kill bill) by geek music, showed me (how i fell in love with you) by madison beer, you put a spell on me by austin giorgio, i've got to see you again by norah jones, who do you want by ex habit, woman by emmit fenn, bad drugs by king kavalier, often by the weeknd, chills (dark version) by mickey valen
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Bang bang… he shot me down…
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You had given up on seeing him again. Searching for him, hellbent on getting the last word. You had been confident that finally, after all this time, your tortured soul could get some rest. That was until your eyes locked with his in a silent duel, that shit-eating grin on his face growing wider as he studied the wounds he had left behind. The invisible scars that were the start of your metamorphosis.
It was not that you had never imagined meeting the fiendish man again – in fact, you swore that it was your only relief: to fantasise about what you would do if you were to physically cross paths somewhere in this forlorn city, and many nights you would wake up in cold sweat after hearing the intoxicating low-toned laughter resonate in your skull. He haunted you and you knew that he was watching your every move like a sadistic predator. As such, the only thing that had driven you out of your madness, the flimsy umbrella that you clung onto amidst your fall from the life you had built and hoped to have, was to wish that one day, you could do the same. And seeing him right there, in front of you, in his tailored suit and jewellery bathed in blood as the spotlights made him look like the devil himself, the notion of hoping returned.
When a strobe light flashed across his faced you saw him lean and whisper something into the ear of one of his goons, evidently excited to having spotted you. After the ever so slightly shorter, but impressively built, undoubtedly a dark-souled man armed to the teeth, surely his bodyguard, nodded a couple of times, and in turn called over one of the waiters to continue the chain only for the latter to shrink and rush off into the backrooms, your nightmare ambled towards the bar. With a quick unbuttoning of his suit jacket, he settled in one of the stools and spun around to face the stage. To face you. Subject you to a mocking scrutiny while you had no choice but to continue dancing.
As he mindlessly took a black card out of his pocket and passed it to the bartender, without sparing a glance behind him, the object pinched between his pointer and middle fingers, you were in your lonesome on the stage, fighting an uphill battle for every coin and paper bill. Spinning in circles like an animal trapped in a cage, clinging to the pole as though it was a thread connecting you to existence itself, even though experience had shown you that in this, you were skilled only in going down. That man who made living seem easy, despite, or perhaps thanks to the darkness from which he was undoubtedly spawned. Your first love, your first heartbreak, your first glimpse into how the world could chew you up and spit you out – life that was a forbidden fruit so beautiful, so tantalising to where through atrocious flavour and agony one would bite through to the rotten centre and willingly lose their senses to keep a piece to themselves.
His eyes tirelessly accompanied your every move as you went through your routine. Grinding against the pole, crawling across the stage as onlookers and perverts – those who you had to call revered guests because they could spend, and spend a lot, ogled you and yelled heinous remarks, you had not felt so humiliated in a long time. The transition to your present career had been a follow up to a series of events that had shut all other doors – you considered yourself lucky that you had even had the chance to catch yourself on these professional branches during your painful descent. And you had to admit, it did pay well. In a couple of months, after you had definitely breached all work hour regulations, you had managed to pay off your fines and numb yourself to your revoked medical licence. Things were looking up, like the heels you wore. Not quite sky-high, but nevertheless, not in the sewers. But now that being sat at the bar, devouring you with his smouldering gaze and using you for cheap amusement, made you feel filthy. With his pristine, clean, supreme ‘I am above you all’ aura, he might as well state that he owned you. Maybe, in a way, he did. Since his ‘company’, or as one would say ‘bunch of organised hoodlums in suits’ behind closed doors, owned this club among many others dotted around the metropolis.
You climbed up, approaching the finale of your performance. Soon you would be able to leave that creature’s gaze and hide in the rank bathrooms until the coast was clear. Even if that meant you had to abandon the bills. Or no, no you would have the time. You had rent to pay, what were you thinking? And you still needed to return the money you borrowed for the funeral, despite you being told that your now ex could be left to rot just fine. The act was more for you anyways – you wanted to prove to yourself that you still knew honour and tradition, regardless of how far you had been swept up by the unforgiving currents of the underworld. So now, to pay for your illusion of honour, you put on a show and flaunted what you had, fuelled by an undercurrent of indescribable disgust.
To the numbing bassline and an addictive beat you went higher and higher, letting the sensuality envelop you once more. If the months that stacked themselves like cash had taught you anything, this passage of time that you had spent nomadic, performing in one club, another, until you ended up in the one where you were now centre stage, it was that professionalism came first. You were surprised to find out just how many of your academic and practical skills had actually been put to good use – well, maybe not things like knowing components of the limbic system but having a steady hand and being able to manoeuvre out of uncomfortable situations in a cool and calculated manner certainly did their wonders. As you performed a high kick hold, and let your toes discreetly push off the ground for more momentum, you were already thinking a couple of steps ahead. The fairy, the floaters transition, you mentally listed and promptly ticked off the items, going from one move to another. It was nothing more than an elaborate ploy to convince those ogling you, some even unceremoniously palming themselves through their trousers, to give you their ‘hard earned cash’. Though, you never wanted to know where exactly that cash came from. It was not your problem, and you were quick enough to realise that it was better to keep your mouth shut and ask less questions. What these men wanted to see was a pretty doll spinning on a pole as if just for them, a fantasy just a couple of steps away from them. Not some amateur interrogator. 
His figure burned into your retinas as you amplified your dramatics, and stole the night for yourself with flair, flipping yourself upside down, only to recover and descend into your final pose. Due to the sweat and the light body highlighter that you had applied to make your features pop, you were an impossibly entrancing vision. A deity of the underworld that just so happened to find it entertaining to grace the local scum with her presence. 
The handsome black-haired man, an enticing, lethal ‘bella donna’ flower continued watching the forbidden apple of his eye. He had finally gotten you within his reach after so many months of playing cat and mouse. You were unbelievably easy to track, never having attempted to hide yourself, but for him to restrain himself for so long and not hunt you down at first opportunity was borderline torturous. Park Seonghwa was never one to wait. If he wanted something, or someone, he got it instantly, handed to him on a platinum platter. But your hatred was like an addictive scent that brought him to an unprecedented high. Each time he had news delivered of you discreetly asking after him at a club, or you trying to frequent an area where he had been spotted, evidently on a mission to do exactly what he was doing to you, it brought Seonghwa an excitement that shook him to the core.
But now that you were here, in his lair, his first club that he had opened, still a junior in the business at the time and coincidentally, still having been in what could be called a relationship with you, he could not resist. His mind had been screaming Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, every hour of the day, and his primal desires grew stronger than ever before. As he inspected the way in which you bent down to take bills from eager hands, coy and purposefully demure so as to attract even more tips, sinful musings clouded him. He could not ignore the curve of your back as you tapped another fowl man’s chin and took what was definitely over his budget right out of his beggarly hands. Seonghwa was tense as he focused on the white dancewear that adorned your body, elegant lace providing a dizzying contrast to the lewd scene as you let another imp paw at your ass as he hooked the waistband of your thong to leave more crisp notes.
The act of a sensational seductress, you practically glided off the stage, the platform heels doing little to diminish your resolve. You were even better than what he could have ever imagined from the stories that his closest allies and bodyguards had relayed to him. And while, San, the man who he had entrusted with observing you particularly closely once news had gotten around that you joined Club Estelle, had expressed your resounding success and renowned desirability on a number of occasions, now that Seonghwa had seen it he was nothing but proud. His masterpiece, his project, his precious little cherub was doing so well. All for him. How could he not grace you with his presence after seeing such a show?
You knew there was no way of escaping the monster, even if you had the ability to turn invisible, so you were not too surprised when you had found the man who had been next to him for the duration of the performance standing in front of you. What you were taken aback by, was how in just a flash, the man’s intimidating aura dissipated to reveal a charming, heart melting smile and twinkling eyes.
“Miss L/N Y/N?” voice equally as sweet, he inquired. Though you had no doubt that his was just airs preceding the request for you to accompany him to his boss.
“Yes. And you are?” remaining amiable, albeit distant, you responded, crossing your arms in a subconsciously protective manner.
“Merely delivering the request for your audience with my chief.”
You motioned for him to accompany you to the back, signalling that you needed to store the cash before any further discussions were made. The sweetheart obliged, and let you take the lead. In your peripherals, you spotted Seonghwa gripping his drink a little too tightly to be indifferent. As questionably possessive as ever, it seemed. Once you and the muscular bodyguard who you discovered was wearing a double holder were behind the curtain that served as a door to a dark corridor, you continued the conversation.
“A request or an order?” 
Absent-mindedly, you checked the quantity of the bills which you had collected - the rest were already waiting for you in the room, courtesy of the waitstaff whom you had actually managed to make something of a deal with: you did not tell anyone about their habit of permanently borrowing beverages from the bar, and they did small errands for you. Maybe this man with cat-like features was in a similar agreement with Seonghwa, though the likelihood of there being blood involved was too high.
“A request that I would definitely advise you to follow.” he insisted, holding open the door to the changing room as you inspected the bucket that had been left for you in the corner, with neatly collected, crisp notes. Your favourite sight as of late.
“If you answer my question.” you threw out while organising the money inside of a sports bag - the storage of your professional life. Once you were done, you shoved the item into your personal locker, sealing it shut and spinning around to face the man again as he beckoned you.
“Kindly, follow me, Miss.”
“Who am I following?” you repeated, desperately curious to know of this man’s identity. Nevertheless, your feet carried you forward, and you yielded to his summons, heading back out into the club.
“Mister Park Seonghwa’s man.”
“Ooh, his man…”
“Right hand man.” he elaborated, making you roll your eyes.
“So no name to pair with such a handsome face?”
The answers were almost automatic. It was not foreign to you to flirt with strangers, since that way you amplified your chances of financial success, but never before did you catch yourself being so passive, even when the intonations were well practised and near identical to what you would normally say. But there was no one, nor nothing, to blame except the hardwired response to the nearing figure of a very specific gangster, on whom your gaze immediately settled as soon as you reached the edge of the prolonged bar counter.
“I believe that Mister Park would not enjoy hearing such words from you.” of course he would not. When did he ever enjoy you complimenting anyone else except him? San steeled himself as he lowered his head, while you let the fingers of your right hand flitter over the counter as you sauntered over to the man who could not even be bothered to approach you himself, despite having evaporated from your life for an unbearable collection of months.
“Then he would not have sent you to fetch me. He should know that I appreciate beauty-” you were testing your luck, uttering the words when within the gangster’s earshot. Thankfully for San, he chose to take the matter into his own hands and, setting aside the glass of cognac with a delicate push, addressed his bodyguard.
“Sannie, is Y/N giving you a tough time?”
Your name sounded precious, meaningful when he said it. Like it had a genuine purpose in this mortal realm. A melodic uttering of simple sounds that drowned out the pulsing beat that zombified the visitors of Club Estelle. Whether that music was on or not made no difference to you - either way, you would only hear Seonghwa. His voice was like a rumbling of an oncoming thunderstorm amidst a nighttime quiet. The rolling growls of heaven’s rage as steel grey clouds stalked across the sky, wrapping the defenceless earth in a catastrophic promise. With nothing but a foggy trepidation in your chest, you slid onto the seat that was to your nightmare’s right, turning to have your back to the bar and rest your elbows behind you on the elevated table. 
“Uh, not at all, sir.” San’s shift in mien was comical. In a flash, he had stepped down from the pedestal of a man who made the demands, to a servant who you struggled to imagine acting a step out of the lines that his boss had drawn out for him. You raised an eyebrow, giving the guard a onceover.
“Sannie?”
“Yes, darling. San. Like a mountain. Isn’t it cute?” Seonghwa interjected again, not letting the man who you were addressing as much as regard you. Apparently, being under his command also meant that you were instantly off limits. How dull.
“Interesting word choice…”
“He is a cutie, though, aren’t you, Sannie?” smirk gracing his lips, Seonghwa teased the cutie, who, judging by the sheer broadness of his shoulders, could probably snap a person in half with his bare hands. Not that the person would complain since the last thing they would see would be that pretty face… but that was besides the point. No one in the mafia was soft and fluffy. And if there had ever been, they had not survived long enough to establish themselves as the sole representative in history. 
“No comment.” 
“See? How fucking adorable,” with an icy tone, Seonghwa concluded. “Now, could you give us some time to speak tête-à-tête?”
“Of course.”
As rapidly as his appearance had been, so was his departure into the lingering crowd. A newbie - even more new to the business than you, was beginning her performance, and had caught the attention of a couple of the regular patrons, and the lewd chatter had picked up considerably. It was apparent, however, that it was not enough to capture the interest of the man in front of you, who shifted his seating to face in your direction, and officially broke open the door into your life once again. Not because you had been tirelessly searching for him. But because he found it beneficial for himself to make himself known to you.
“Greetings and salutations, Y/N, it’s been a while. We have much to catch up on, don’t you think?” you blinked slowly, suppressing a rude scoff. People were still watching you, that much you were aware of. Those were the perks, or the faults with wearing stripper dancewear. You were the fixation of lustful eyes, the cool glass of water that was just out of reach for the hoards of parched scum.
“I have nothing to say to you, Seonghwa.”
“Ah how I missed you saying my name.”
“And I’d rather you keep mine out of your mouth.” a total lie, had you considered your instincts and how your legs had instinctively tilted closer to the brunette, but you were not about to throw away months of fantasising the man’s demise at the first interaction. You had at least some restraint left.
“Only if you can silence me. I know a couple of ways.” he winked, but you pretended not to catch it as you stared down at his hand that was lying on the counter, studying the ornate decal on the fingerless leather glove.
Taking notice of your preoccupation, he tapped his fingers on the surface, making the silver studs that ran down each digit and surrounded the opening on the back of the hand shine in the glimmering lights. You counted the holes that revealed his knuckles, for no reason other than to try shifting focus. You were not opposed to this kind of interaction. Gestures. Hints. Symbols. It was a horrifying craving that started in the abyss that Seonghwa had left in your tarnished soul, an affliction caused and amplified even by the most mundane details. You could feel those same fingers wrapping themselves around your neck, tracing your jawline, making a ghostly descent down your body. A shiver ran down your spine as you tore yourself away from the sight that had turned into a sinful recollection, forcing out a jarring taunt to convince yourself that there were no undertones to Seonghwa’s phrase.
“With a gun?”
He was not buying it. His precious flower, barely dressed and yet graceful to the extent of rivalling divinity, squirming from his mere presence. This was what he had been searching for, all this time that he had denied you contact. You had been a bad girl. Running, thinking you were pure and angelic. He did not want you that way, so he took his time winding you up, making your world collapse so that you would be ready to take the real him. Not the foolish goon that he had been before. You had been so sweet, doting on him and showing him off to your friends. But what he yearned for was the animalistic antagonisation of his very being. The fire in your heart that drove you to a vengeful insanity. Seonghwa’s tongue pushed at the corner of his mouth before running over his bottom lip, disappearing to give way to a smug grin as he noticed your eyes dart to the action. He comprehended your capabilities properly. More than any of those quacks who you had looked up to ever could. Your demons were loud, and yet you had gone to great lengths to suppress them, even when you were the most beautiful like this. The mortal embodiment of Discordia. Truly, the one deity he would worship. The only one who he would continue sacrificing for.
“Ah, that reminds me. Heard about your boyfriend, such a shame really. He was so young…” he pondered out loud, not a single bit apologetic.
“That’s rich coming from the man who put a bullet between his eyes.” you hissed, crossing your arms as a man walked past and openly gawked at your breasts. 
Though that quickly resulted in a not so subtle threat, with Seonghwa leaning back to adjust his jacket, only to reveal the grip of a menacing handgun, tucked away into a leather holster. The visitor, who had purposely slowed his pace, bolted from the spot, giving the gangster one final look before rushing to the other side of the club. As if looking for your praise, or approval, Seonghwa hid the gun from sight once again and gazed at you, softer and more affectionate than before, his eyes transforming to take on more of a doe shape and inducing an uncomfortable pain. When you did not satisfy him, he clicked his tongue and ran his hands over his hair, shorter at the sides and revealing a buzzcut design that had begun to fade with growth. The new style suited him, you decided. Almost too well. It was frustrating.
“Ah, ah, no. Not me. My hands are clean, sweetheart.” he raised them, a hilarious attempt at trying to prove his innocence which you chose to ignore. No matter how obsessively he washed his acts away, blood was more than a rusty red liquid. It was a curse that stained the skin of those who wished to draw it with an eternal permanence, passing from generation to generation until the Earth was saturated with the hue. Ignoring the blatant bullshit, you mused the fate of the man who you had used to fill the void.
“What the fuck did he even do to you guys?”
“Oh you know how it is. Got a taste of success, got a little too greedy… and kaput. Didn’t keep a clean inventory and clean percentages, you see. And I don’t like when things aren’t clean.” you did not have to be brought into the matter any further than that. You certainly did not need to be let in on the fact that your ex was actually one of the best dealers in his district. He was just a little too close to you for Seonghwa’s comfort.
“Sure you don’t. You said the word, what, four times already? That’s why you even launder your money…” you muttered, not noticing how Seonghwa’s elbow slid closer to you until his hand began to play with a lock of your hair.
“Ah, so attentive, counting what I say…” twirling it around his finger, he observed how the myriad of colour from the club’s lights managed to change its shine, and let it fall back into an alluring cascade, “... and not only that, we also do pest control. The last thing we need is lowly vermin poisoning our supply chains and ruining user experience for our end clients, right?”
“I still don’t-”
“Funny how you got involved with him. Of all people. A drug dealer.” it was easy to make you shift focus. One mention of your failed career, and you were gone. So, in a dire situation such as this, Seonghwa would be a fool not to use this fact.
“Guess he was the only one there to actually support me in the shitstorm. Thanks for that, by the way.”
“Now, now, no need to thank me, darling, when I did nothing-”
“I was blacklisted, Seonghwa. Do you know what that means?” slamming the counter with your hand, you stood up off the stool and glowered. Oh, how adorable it was when you got so riled up. A darkness flashed across his eyes as he imagined you to be a tiny predator, ready to pounce. How endearing.
“I can try to guess, though something tells me you will provide more details.” he egged you on, enthralled by how you tried to hover over him, but still retained his favourite fragility.
“It means my dreams have gone up a rat’s ass. I wanted to be a nurse, Seonghwa. And yet, as soon as I get to work, the next day after helping you and your stupid goons, I get kicked out and sued.” The only downside that he could see was that he would not be able to have his way with you were all professional and in a dainty nurse’s outfit. Though… he would have had to make some adjustments to the scrubs for that. A few rips here and there would not hurt anybody.
“It really was only basic supplies that you permanently borrowed, and for the greater good at that. I still think the hospital over-exaggerated.” you had been more than benevolent. Overlooking status, background and appearance you had dashed to lend a hand. Seonghwa had counted on you to do that so that he could drag you down closer to himself.
“In the eyes of the law, I am a thief who has gotten away with far too light a punishment.”
“And I see a saviour.” a merciful fucktoy who he had initially simply been playing around with, only to discover that you were so pathetically trusting that he could not help but fall in love.
“Poetic.” you responded sarcastically, raising your eyebrows. Seonghwa was bearing witness to the dissolution of your resistance. As much as you wished you could keep the game up, his charming falsities and unforgivable seduction were a delight that you could not withstand. 
“You know one of those ‘stupid goons’ celebrated his wedding anniversary with his wife two months ago? And then the other sent his daughter to primary school not long ago… Like I said, you made a sacrifice that those bureaucratic little shits, hidden away in offices, would never make. You care for people.”
His hands snaked to your hips, and he pulled you closer to him until you were trapped with his legs on either side of you. Even though physically you were the one looking down, every passing second you felt more and more like a lab experiment or a sample under a microscope. He was dissecting you, tearing you apart and rebuilding you once again so that you would be just right. Just for him. His favourite doll.
“Seems I care for the wrong people.” you alluded to the man in front of you, a shallow, staggered breath escaping you as he gripped a little tighter.
“Do you regret it?” his eyes. Two dark pools which housed your tailored terror, but had to be so lovable. The devil always took on the most beautiful form.
Your silence told him everything he needed to hear. You could have pushed him away, slapped him across the cheek. Hell, you could have told San to get lost - though in that case you would have probably been disposed of and continued your existence as an addition to a faraway landfill. But that was besides the point. Because you were not indifferent. And the boundary between love and hatred was nearly invisible.
“So happy to have you here. At last.” just as he was about to bring you into an embrace, drunk from the elation of your first meeting in what had to have been an eternity, you pressed down on his shoulders, narrowly avoiding the stark white collar of his shirt that was laid over his jacket, and pushed away, hostility written over your features.
“That’s why I bet you are proud of having sold me out.”
“Who said that?” confused, Seonghwa inquired.
“I just know it.”
“And I am asking, who told you that I sold you out?” stuck in what could only be equated to a tug of war, the two of you were challenging each other to ‘try their worst’.
“My e-”
“The druggie. Right. Of course he did. I bet he told you a lot of things.”
“Like how you used me…”
“Uh-huh,” his hands glided up your body until he stood up, and your arms were limp at your sides once more.
“Corrupted me…”
“My love, you’re still an angel,” he cupped your chin and gazed deep into your eyes, noting that it was as if you were reciting something that you had practised time and time again in front of a mirror until it made no more sense to you than white noise.
“Then betrayed me…”
“Something I would not do under any circumstance. You know what family honour is.” Seonghwa did not betray. He acted in ways that benefited him. And if it just so happened to leave others hurt, it was their fault for caring so much.
“Family. What the hell do you know about family?” you were seething. He was burning you. Again, and again, and again. And you were readily giving in every single time.
“Certainly more than you. Oh sweetheart, I know how lonely you have been-” he wanted to comfort you, even if that made him nauseous, but thankfully, you were not in the mood and stepped away, making him let go of you.
“Don’t touch me.”
“I only want to-”
“I said. Don’t. Seonghwa. Look. I- I hate you. Okay?” music to his ears. How you desperately tried to get away from him and from your own feelings. Scared little pet.
“Are you trying to convince yourself?” the phrase echoed within you as you took another step backwards, realising too late that you had let him wrap himself around you like a hungry python. You needed out. This was it. Final. You needed some air. Or better, to return home, climb into bed, and pretend this never happened. Future you could handle this problem, present you was irrational, risk-seeking and a harm to the self.
“N-no. I. I need to go.”
“You know you can’t.” Seonghwa whispered out loud as he watched your determined departure, right up until you were behind that heavy velvet curtain. 
He picked up his glass and studied the clear, russet contents, and let the liquid slosh around to take in the aroma. With a quick sip, he was back to his usual self, and the smile that was on his face was instantly erased. Bored, the dangerous man leaned against the counter with the weight of his body, imitating your earlier posture and commanded:
“San, I know you’re lurking, come here.” Indeed, in a matter of seconds, his bodyguard appeared from behind one of the pillars that was located closer to the kitchen.
“Yes, sir?”
“You see that man over there?” raising his glass, Seonghwa pointed in the direction of one of the very dedicated hounds who was by the stage. He had been particularly involved in your act, and from the moment Seonghwa had first noticed him, to the very last moment that you were up there, the tipsy man had probably dropped at least a couple thousand dollars’ worth of cash. He was the perfect candidate for the gangster’s plan.
“The one in the green hoodie?”
“Yes, that sleazy bastard. How about we cast him as the bad guy, huh? Payment upfront.” San nodded. The method was simple, and had shown tremendous success in the past. He hummed in agreement, waiting for Seonghwa to add his usual:
“Temporarily, of course. All in good fun.”
“Understood. What should I lay over?”
“That a certain Y/N is particularly ravishing after her performances, and will be at the back exit in about twenty minutes.”
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Maybe what that gangster had said was true, and that you were too good for the ‘overworld’. It was an attractive thought. Perhaps after the doors to the medical field and consequently a wide range of other careers you had considered had been shut, due to your newfound, albeit light, but nevertheless a serious enough criminal record, you ended up simply tapping into your true nature as a creature of the underworld. While out there, you had always been average, here you were a saviour. A goddess. A queen. Maybe you indeed were celebrated and had gifts thrown at your feet exactly because you deserved nothing less. The chasm that was the dark side of the corrupt city might be your true home, and you had simply been in denial, running away from it. 
How easy it was to fall back into your patterns. As you sank into Seonghwa’s eyes, you recollected your time with him. The attentiveness that he had shown you. The way in which he would patiently listen to you explain obscure medical terminology, convincing you that, to him and him alone, it was interesting. You had felt blessed then. And that was exactly why you wanted to erase him. As you strutted down the corridor that ran behind the main hall of the club, leading you to the back rooms that were for staff and artists only, you shook your head. Wishful that this would help you get rid of the reminiscing of the last ‘easy’ time of your life. Before you revealed to yourself that you would commit a crime in the name of love. Even when that love was merely an illusion. Confused by your own feelings, still seeing a glowing red target over Seonghwa’s evil heart while making out golden glimmers on its surface, you stormed into the changing room and let out a sigh of relief as you saw it completely empty. You could meditate on your frightening conversation with the devil himself.
There was something therapeutic about the wind down from your performances, if you were to forget about the side eyes you were being thrown after having been caught talking to the owner of the establishment, and according to some of the whispers, a very desired man. How they could overlook the fact that he was more cold blooded than a snake when it came to satisfying their need for a happy and tranquil life amazed you. With the thumping of the music feeling so far away that you were practically enveloped in a sea of cotton, and the lights emitting a more familiar fluorescence, like a late night grocery store rather than the strobes, sickly colour selections and kaleidoscopic reflections, the changing room was a sort of safe space. You were trying to stuff the bills that you had collected, and the chunky stripper heels into a nondescript sports bag, after having covered yourself up with something more appropriate for a ‘so late it could be considered early’ trek back home.
You needed time to yourself before you were going to black out and make some foolish decisions concerning that conniving man. It was a curse, without a doubt. Not dissimilar to the very drugs you had smuggled, he was hard to quit. And you hated him for it. At least this was what you had been openly declaring, and were not going to give up on. If anything, this was your new habit. Imagining revenge on Park Seonghwa. You were going to get it. Eventually. You still had some hope left in you, even though your feet were currently struggling to hold you up, even in your sneakers, a hint of a fire in your chest as your memories of the man were refreshed. Did he have to look more handsome than before? More refined? More demonic?
When you had met him during a night out with your friends at a bar in the classier side of town, Seonghwa had introduced himself as an ‘intern’, which you now understood as one of the lower ranking goons who did the dirty work. Now, he was all white shirt and spotless sleeves, smooth skin and perfectly manicured hands, only a breath away from being a model rather than a hardened and ruthless criminal. Perhaps it was this contrast that had resulted in the man having cemented the nickname ‘Mars’ for himself, as you had found out from a few tipsy insiders who would do anything for a private show. The god of war, destruction, bloodshed, all in the name of an interpretation of peace and prosperity. The dangerous balance on the tip of a razor, by which you had undoubtedly been slaughtered.
He was a mastermind, a monstrosity in a beautiful guise as he ran, alongside the uppermost echelons of the mafia that effectively had the city, and at this point you would not put it beyond them - the country in a chokehold, the numerous operations that kept the underworld’s heart pumping. An inky fluid, viscous and bitter, one which you had accepted in a pretty glass of so-called love without thinking twice. Seonghwa knew how to make you happy. And the longer that went on, the more of a problem that became. He knew just how to spin thread out of you, how to wrap you again, and again around his finger until you were nothing more than one of the rings that he would occasionally wear to complete his outfits. And in such a hypnotised state, you thought you were doing the right thing when you broke into the place that was housing your professional dreams, and crept to retrieve some of the most sought after medication. Just for him. Oh how he thanked you then. How he had professed his love to you and praised you. You had been on cloud nine. Until you found out that someone had anonymously filed a report against you, provided all evidence, somehow all in the same night, and by the next midday you had already been summoned to court.
The day when you had stepped out of the courthouse was imprinted in your mind. Having received a much kinder sentence than one you had expected - more financial and reputational damages than anything else, you had been upbeat enough to engage in smalltalk with the state-provided lawyer whose name you had forgotten in a few hours. At least you had been that way before you saw him across the street. Lower body hidden by a jet black, matte sports car, black suit, black shirt, black hair… the reaper himself having arrived to taunt you and laugh at the death of your career. A carefree smile had been replaced by a deep scowl as the gears clicked, the puzzle completed itself in your head. Seonghwa. It had to be Seonghwa. It took every fibre of your being to restrain yourself from committing another criminal offence and attack him, and instead watch him climb into his car as though you had been nothing but empty space to him, and speed off in the direction of uptown. A murder most fowl. Of your soul, of your heart. And what mind you had left, you had promised to dedicate to hunting him down.
You sighed as you heaved the emergency exit door open, having avoided the main back entrance out of fear that Seonghwa might be there, or anywhere inside Club Estelle. What did you mean by hunting him down? Now that he was there. Within slapping distance, if you were to put it in an unceremonious manner. What were you actually seeking? Was it your mind twisting your desire for him to simply make a return and instead of stalling on your destruction, simply go on ahead with it and shoot you down? You shook your head, pulling the hoodie that was covering your otherwise scandalous outfit tighter around you as the cool air enveloped you. It was almost peaceful. Almost quiet. Almost.
“Hey Y/N~ you put on suuuuch a goood show, baby girl… fucking fantastic… damn. Was told I could catch you here and damn, you are a goddess.”
You snapped in the direction of the sound, finding a man who was rocking side to side approaching you. Relatively tall, scruffy, with dirt-stained clothing hanging off, unfortunately, a more athletic-looking body. So striking him with one of the heels in your bag and running was out of the question. Besides, who knew how he would act if he saw the cash? You backed away having been met by the stench of what had to have been at least three shots of the strongest liquor in the house, and found yourself with your back pressed against a wall of the dimly lit alleyway between the club, and a line of dumpsters, with this very drunk problem whose perverted grin was inducing an uncontrollable trembling. The longer you stood in this state of a showdown, much like a wild west film, the more he was suffocating you with the overwhelming, acrid stench of sweat, cigarettes and whatever concoction his stomach had made out of the alcohol he had consumed.
“Can I get a… private show, huh? Swear’ve been good just for you baby girl.”
You suddenly felt so alone. Abandoned. Terrifying conclusions running through your head. There was not a single performer at the club who you were more than acquaintances with, and even then, would they help? The club bouncers rarely got involved since the majority of the customers were high-paying, and apparently the rule there was: if they had cash, they could behave like trash. Maybe a dead stripper to them was just the usual night. Who would you have called in the past? You hated to admit the name, the face that floated into your brain as soon as you asked yourself the question. But Seonghwa had a way with situations like this. He had stood up for you before, to the point where you had to kiss away his pain and treat his wounds - though that was nothing compared to the scarlet sight that he had painted in your honour. It was horrific, and yet, he had made you smile. It had probably been the grandest gesture of adoration that you had ever received. 
Still managing to keep some distance between you and the disgusting creature, your brain went into overdrive. You were backing away from him, but there was only so much time before he would pounce. As much as you wanted to just scream your heart out and pray some, well, a very specific, knight in shining armour would appear out of nowhere, you were a big girl and knew that the stories you indulged in reading were not true. In real life, and especially your own life, you had to be your own hero. It was your mission to remind yourself that Seonghwa was a villain. So you tried to project him onto your temporary enemy.
Although the action made bile rise in your throat, you peered into the drunk’s eyes, trying to read his actions. Not quite walking straight, he took another step towards you, supporting himself by pushing on the dumpster to his left, your right. You immediately mirrored it, your hand feeling for the wall to your right. A couple more steps and you would be right beside a trash pile that you had spotted when you first appeared in the alley way from the staff exit – the bastard sure was persistent and did not want to give up on you. You sneered – it could almost be his redeeming quality, compared to a certain someone else who liked to drive into the metropolis and then turn into an omniscient poltergeist.
“Come on, why are you being such a tease? Weren’t you having the time of your life earlier? So sexy, don’t you want to use that?”
He was making your skin crawl. You were trying your hardest to not interact with him more than necessary and stayed quiet. One wrong move and you were going to be in much deeper trouble than this. The sort where the best-case scenario you envisioned was showing up in the news, not so alive and in a ditch. The situation reminded you of a short story by Rudyard Kipling, Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, but instead of a face off between a mongoose and a king cobra, there was a young woman with a flurry of ruminations and a myriad of regrets. Though the latter was definitely swaying like a snake.
“Hey, baby girl, are you not going to come to daddy any time soon? I am getting impatient, baby, and you don’t want to piss me off.” He growled, his previously aimless blabber turning into a threat.
Your body was screaming for you to just make a run for it, but you knew better than that. This guy, unfortunately for you, was sporty enough and lanky enough to catch up to you in no time. On top of his build, you had the brilliant idea to wear new heels for your show today, which had cut into your flesh just enough to hurt, as if scolding you and repeating ‘I told you so’ and leaving your feet exhausted. As you stole a glance at the more comfortable pair of shoes for which you had settled, it was as though a lightbulb went off in your head. That was right. You did have manoeuvrability. You just needed to get one hit. 
You neared the exit of the alley, judging your proximity solely by the light emanating from a lonely street lamp right back on the main street. You steadied yourself as you saw the man open his mouth again and crouched further down to reach for an empty wine bottle that was lying on top of the pile you had been counting on. Keeping it hidden from the man, you stepped to the side, obscuring half of your body behind the large trash bin.
“What are you doing you bitch, huh? Answer me. I’ll give you one more chance.”
You remained silent, sliding your bag off your shoulder for better movement, pleading that it would not make a noise. The first glide down your upper arm was smooth enough, though your relief did not last long as it accelerated and came down to crash on some debris. That appeared to trigger new aggression in your opponent, as he practically snarled and lunged forwards, arms outstretched. You jumped backwards, only nearly missing a pipe protruding from one of the walls, and made contact with one of the walls, tripping the man as you did so. You were not thinking clearly, vision a blur, your surroundings spinning. You had only one mission now – survive. While the man was picking himself up, cursing and inspecting his painfully grazed hands, your eyes focused on the back of his head.
What if this was Seonghwa? What would you do? He had betrayed you, didn’t he? He had no right to be in your life again, regardless of your instincts. Regardless of how terrific he looked and how much he wanted you. An otherworldly rage overtook you as you imagined the devil in place of this sinner. In his designer suit, with his slicked back hair and chains that would glitter like stars even in the dim light. The set up made your body act on its own. You were fuelled by your anguish, and each sensation in the present turned into a re-enactment of your inner turmoil that had built up over the time. The guttural shriek, the stinging tears threatening to roll down your cheeks as you shut your eyes and swung with all your might only to meet-
-nothingness. A strong grip of your wrist and a firm chest pressed against your back prevented you from moving. And again, that familiar scent. Your drug. Your demise. The emergency exit door snapped itself shut, suggesting that Seonghwa had only now made it into the alleyway, and an odd sense of calm enveloped you. For the time being, he was the lesser of the many evils.
“Oh, ‘s you! Mar-”
The stinging sound of a gunshot, lulled into an ambient slumber with a silencer. Time slowed, and you swore you could see the bullet soaring through the air, about to collide with the skull of the man whose fate had been sealed. But a blink before you could bear witness to the impact, darkness overtook you, and you were embraced in an overwhelming sweetness, vision sealed with a resolved, mercilessly protective hand. You were spun in a macabre dance, now facing the gangster, breathing against the crook of his neck and focusing on the freezing cold jewellery that caressed your cheek. Nothing more than a sigh, a tainted soul escaping from the mouth of the drunkard, before you heard a thud of his body colliding with the cold concrete. 
You sincerely wished you could feel remorse, but all that you could identify in your body was an insatiable curiosity, and a perplexing connection of the societally horrific event with what had happened to your ex. So, that was how he had been disposed of, huh. The same damn signature. And he was most likely lying when he was trying to assure you that it was not the same man. His hand was too stable, heart was too calm, and the way in which he pressed his soft lips to your jaw, and once your sight was returned to you, your cheek, were all telltale signs that this was not the first time he had killed with you as his prime motivation.
“You’re awfully calm for someone who was ready to murder, darling.”
The words rang out in your head and the realisation hit you, cutting through the comforting fog that had settled over your psyche as you drifted in black irises. The bottle which you had picked out of the trash to serve as your weapon suddenly felt unimaginably heavy, and it began to slip.
“Now, now, we don’t need to cause any more of a mess…” gingerly, the bottle was taken from you, and clinked against the smoking gun as Seonghwa was more preoccupied with keeping your full attention on him. While you were still tame enough for him to manoeuvre, He returned the weapon under his jacket.
Dizzy, you swore you were within inches of delirium. Darting from one one part of his face to another, you soon spotted a tiny splatter of blood on his cheek, and lifted a trembling hand to caress it. Eyes wide, you watched as the crimson spread under your thumb and left a trail whilst you were wiping it away. Lips parted, you were locked in a soundless scream. This was not a joke. That man, no longer a man, a soon to be carcass, crow food, was dead. And without a doubt, Seonghwa was going to tell you that it was your doing. Turning slowly, you caught a glimpse of the aftermath, and the dark dots that now decorated Seonghwa’s side that had been the closest to the drunkard.
“Look at me, darling. Look at me.”
“But I, but he-”
“I said. Look at me.”
“But you kill-”
A crash resonated as Seonghwa threw the bottle against the opposite wall, the olive-coloured rainfall covering the dead body and rippling over the dumpsters. Knees buckling, you wanted to collapse next to it then and there, only to have a gloved hand force your face to be right against his.
“You are a lethal flower, darling. Shame this had to happen.”
“Shame?”
“You’re shaking. Did this man touch you?” with a concerned air, Seonghwa inquired, his breath hot against your skin. Discreetly, he began to step towards the exit of the alleyway.
“N-no… but-”
“Did he scare you?”
“Y-yes… a lot.”
“For fucks sake, these idiots have no self control, hurting my precious angel like this.”
Precious angel. You were his precious angel. So he did care, at least somewhat. You had a space, a chance to corrupt what was left of his heart. Your forehead was against his as you allowed him to guide you out of the cramped space, careful to sidestep when he told you, lifting one leg, the other when he whispered that you should do so. This felt right. He was back. He was here. He was ready to do anything for you. This was where you wanted him. While you were busy processing what had just unfolded and fading into your beloved manifestations, Seonghwa pulled you into an embrace and began to direct two of his men who had snuck in through the emergency exit and were awaiting instructions. After a couple of raises of the eyebrow, and one point towards the bag which you had abandoned, they began to tiptoe around the area, ready for a rapid spring cleaning.
Wherever he was taking you, you had no choice but to follow. Such was the rule. Even if you had other ideas and plans, now that Seonghwa was back, you had to fall into his rhythm, and figure out a new strategy that would not cause a dissonance. Your clouded mind was lulled by his low instruction. Slow down here, now heading out onto the street there… you were a puppet in his hold. You were… a criminal. Weren’t you? You froze just as the two of you approached a parked car, and judging by Seonghwa’s immediate instinct to reach into his pocket, you assumed it was his. No, you couldn’t. This was… you needed to go home. Conflicted, the hold you had on Seonghwa’s jacket loosened.
“Darling?”
“I… I need to go home.” his soft smile fell, replaced with a judgemental grimace. Retaining a fraction of decency, he refrained from shoving you against the vehicle, instead choosing to subject you to scrutiny.
“You are home.”
“Here?” you surveyed your surroundings, figuring out that you were outside Estelle, and luckily, there were no longer any stragglers who regularly tried to make it through into the venue past doors closing. The street was ghastly, located in one of the most dangerous parts of the metropolis housing anything from cheap alcohol and sex to designer drugs and assassins. Anything one could desire, they could find here. Was this really your home?
“Yes. With me.” Seonghwa was reeling you back. A click, and the car was unlocked. Keeping you within reach, he leaned to open the passenger door. You shook your head.
“No… no… I don’t want to be a-”
“Don’t want to be a what?” he insisted, and squeezed your upper arms, as if he was about to shake the answer out.
“A criminal.”
“The fuck?” 
“I am… look… I was… Again I was so ready to-” the man who was probably still in that alleyway, blood spilling like wine out of a glass that toppled over, occupied your vision, and you gawped at the bloodstain on Seonghwa’s cheek. 
“But you didn’t. You did not kill him.” Sighing, he stated as-a-matter-of-factly, not wishing to deal with a breakdown, far too attracted to you physically to care for what effect his expression of affection had.
“But I made you…”
“Oh baby, no you didn’t. I did it out of love for you. You had no part in this except being my angel. Darling, Y/N, come on…” picking his words carefully, he permeated your barriers, crawling into the expanse of your mind palace like a virus.
“I am no angel. The law literally says I committed crimes. I should not be here. I should never be here-”
Evidently this caring approach was not functional. You were simply melting into him and turning into a sappy mess, instead of the coldhearted bitch who he had spoken to in the club. Where were you? Where was the goddess who wanted nothing more but to hurt him? He had deconstructed you a little too much, it seemed, you needed a bit more venom in your system. Seonghwa snapped.
“You know what. You are right.”
“Huh?” still too dazed to answer properly, you hummed.
“Who do you think got you out of a jail sentence in the first place, huh?”
“I- I don’t… What?” eyes narrowing, Seonghwa peered into your soul. He needed you to wake up if he was going to give into his obsession.
“Talk to me. Take a guess. Do you really think that the judge was benevolent? Fuck… girl, you’re naive. That bastard passes his bank account around the courtroom, you really think he woke up one day and felt like being nice just because? Oh no… sweetheart. I got you out. You hear me? I did. Because like hell are you gonna be anybody else’s. Huh, you tried your best with that idiot rotting in the ground. Bet you screamed my name as he fucked you, right? Tell me, is that right? SPEAK, sweetheart, don’t piss me off.”
Noticing how you could not contain your tremors, he released his grip on your upper arms, only to position your hands so that they rested on his waist, while his cupped your face. What was supposed to be an intimate gesture felt like a stare down with a wild beast. His expression was that of a predator, pupils dilated so he could refresh the memories of every piece of you, while his lips curled into what you interpreted as a crooked, pitying smile.
If you did not know better, you would have believed that your love that was reflected in his dark orbs was actually his. But he was a twisted, terrifying man, who could only take. As such, most you could expect was his suffocating coddling, his treatment of you like you were of his design. His cooing as he peered at you and saw how you were putty under his touch. You hated him precisely because you knew you could never escape.
“Oh baby… my lovely little angel, look at you. Don’t you know that I would do anything to make you smile? Come on, you know that right?” he wiped a stray tear with his right hand, and you swore you caught a quiff of blood and gunpowder, blending with a hint of alcohol that was still on his breath from earlier, all to be washed away by that scent you always adored, vanilla, flowers, coffee. Seonghwa. You nodded, which seemed to provide relief for the man.
“And I will never let your pretty hands get dirty, okay? If you need somebody dead just say it my darling and I will do it. Me. You are my angel. And now, let me prove it to you, alright?”
Whatever noise had existed before was now but a soft buzz of a streetlamp. No rustling. Not a single droplet. Suspended in an intimate fog, you studied the criminal, the hardened killer, the bloodthirsty demon in front of you. The one who was so hellbent on getting you to follow him to the realm below, even though you had never left. It was simple. He led, you followed. He told you to jump, you jumped. That was all he wished for. And perhaps this was indeed your fate. Not to be rushing around in hospital corridors, nor to be collecting banknotes in a g-string. But to completely fall from grace for the embodiment of an apocalypse, who more than willingly closed the space between you to taste the lust you had been suppressing, relishing your shared sin.
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Bang bang, that awful sound…
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The wind styled your locks as Seonghwa sped deeper into the night, abandoning the artificial lighting of the underworld district. From bars and clubs, to sleepy neighbourhoods, and finally, the inspiring expanse of rolling hills and rocky slopes, he was taking you to a place where you would never be bothered nor controlled, yet one that gave you a view of the city that was so breathtaking, that it was easy to believe you could destroy it. Estelle would be smaller than ever, and your problems would be nothing more than a haze on the line of the horizon. The cliffside had been your spot when you were something of an item, with you always begging for Seonghwa to take you there, if not for the alone time, then at least for the striking skyline. How oddly romantic of him to pick the spot now.
Relaxing into the leather seat of the Rolls Royce convertible, a new addition to Seonghwa’s collection - as he had informed before starting the car, you tested the strength of the breeze by stretching your hand out of the window and letting it float. After a couple of tries, you finally got into the right pose for minimal resistance, and pretended that you were a bird, soaring, cageless. The glimmering dots of the city even further from you than now as you spread your little wings and lifted yourself towards freedom. In moments like these, you were happy to be able to enjoy the simplicities, and it was easier than ever to pretend that you were not the Y/N who had fallen so irreversibly for a beast, that to you even his lies sounded like the truth. And, of course, it was easy to imagine that Seonghwa himself was capable of feeling love.
He did not bother taking off his gloves nor, which was uncharacteristic of him, clearing the remnants of the execution off his face, as if it was a badge of honour. Interestingly, the more you observed the gangster, the more you got used to the new additions and even took them as complementing features. While he kept one hand on the steering wheel, he continuously seeked contact with you, the other gripping your thigh as if to make sure that you were still there in the car with him and were not a hallucination. The exhilarating velocity at which the car dashed past trees, somnolent villas and road signs was barely letting you catch your breath due to Seonghwa choosing to keep the roof off, and so to stabilise yourself you returned the gesture. The smirk into which his lips curled was not quite as threatening as it had appeared before, however his aggressive slam on the accelerator made you start praying. What would the family that had not yet disowned you think, if they were to find you in a crashed car with one of the most notorious men in the region? You chuckled; they would probably agree that at least the last thing you saw was beauty himself.
Finally, you approached the secluded location, and fortunately, it was as abandoned as ever. Grinding to a halt on a gravelly clearing, beyond which were two lines of wooden fences that had been set up at the very edge of the small cliff, Seonghwa set the car into parking, cranked the handbrake and turned off the ignition. A deafening silence overtook you as you looked up at the night sky, twinkling stars reminding you of the collection of silver that hung around the enigmatic fiend’s neck and on his left ear. In the absence of machinery, you could feel his presence even more acutely, and the anticipation for what he undoubtedly had planned was reducing the supposed coolness of the hour into a mere deception. Your body was burning up, and as Seonghwa’s hand moved higher and higher until it was teasing you by playing with the drawstrings of your tracksuit bottoms you had to consciously remind yourself to breathe.
You stared out at the metropolis through the windshield, registering your beloved criminal’s movements towards you. As you studied the glinting whites, reds and yellows that formed the urban starscape, you could not help but ponder how, out of all the millions of people, in this architectural phenomenon that seemed to stretch on forever, on a day when you were not even supposed to be where you had ended up being, you had run into none other than Park Seonghwa. And as fate would have it, you were naive enough to let him take everything from you. And being the loved up, hypnotised fool that you were, you thanked him for the misery in which you found yourself, because at least he made you feel. With him you were a disaster, but you saw life in colour. With him it was impossible to tell whether there would be a tomorrow, but you could exist in an exuberant today. With him, the everchanging palette of emotion had a canvas to paint on. And tonight, you were going to let the masterpiece create itself.
“Take the gloves off if you want to touch me so badly.” you derided him for his eagerness, though did not see any dampening to it. On the contrary, he appeared to be more drawn to you than ever, mumbling a ‘sure thing, darling’ as he unbuttoned the leather, and slid the pair off his hands with his canines to speed up the process. The gloves found a home in the compartment underneath the wheel, to join the harness and pistol that he had stashed away there.
“Good?” he asked, giving you a mischievous grin.
“Good.” no more words were needed for him to pull you towards him, and lock your lips together in a feverish, thrilling kiss.
Oh, how you missed this. How you missed the mind-numbing sensation of his hand on the back of your neck, how soft his lips were compared to his sharp and intimidatingly stunning appearance. You moved in a familiar rhythm, having recognised one another’s alluring presence and only wanting more with each passing second. Frustrated with the remaining distance, Seonghwa growled into you and dragged you by your top; understanding his goal, you rose from your seat and promptly were settled on his lap, grinding against his growing erection that was concealed by too many layers of clothing for your liking.
Brushing his hair back, lightly tugging on it as you reached the ends, you were giving yourself up to the scalding hot hellfire. Your memory did not fail you: the action elicited a groan, and the kiss was further deepened until your lungs were screaming for oxygen. Pulling away, you gasped, only to be alerted by a stinging pain on your cheek, and a hostile grimace on the man, whose hand was hovering next to your jawline.
“Did I say you could pull away?”
“And since when are you so damn needy?” You challenged, slapping away the hand that had just collided with you, and placing yours on his exposed throat, not bothering to ease into the action as you pushed your digits into the sensitive skin, restricting his airflow and preventing him from taunting you with a mocking retort.
You continued to rock your hips forward, sensing your own arousal climbing further and further amidst the enjoyment of the man’s temporary obedience. You watched his eyes roll back momentarily, and he attempted to tilt his head towards you and steal your lips, only for you to wriggle in his lap until you were completely out of his reach, still holding his neck.
Seonghwa was seeing stars, and yet amongst them you still shined the brightest. There you were. This was who he was searching for. When he was at his limit, and could no longer withstand the restraint, he rapidly reached for your wrist and yanked your arm away, making you yelp. To prevent you from attempting anything similar, he used his hands as cuffs to keep you under his control, and pulled you to him. Giving you a smirk corrupted by lust, he kissed you again, only this time letting his long tongue part your mouth, and swirl itself around.
Wanton sounds filled your mind and preoccupied your ears as you parted, strings of saliva connecting you. Apparently dissatisfied, Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, and gripped your waist. Sitting up, he mumbled ‘back seat’ and stumbled out of the car with you wrapped around him. In seconds, you were lying on the couch-like leather, Seonghwa above you as he shifted his attention to your neck, leaving trails of spit, and nipping at the skin until he saw the beloved bruising begin to show. Sucking above the jugular vein, he imagined himself tearing you apart then and there. Destroying you. But the way in which your hands swiftly moved to unbutton his shirt was too enticing to not commend.
“Look who is needy now.” he teased, and reached for the zipper on your hoodie, unable to contain a pleased sigh as he saw that you had not changed out of the white dancewear. As soon as the hoodie was off, and flying in the direction of the steering wheel, he let himself devour the tainted goddess that you were.
Trailing over the fabric, he did not wish to take it off, the image of you around the pole still fresh in his mind and amplifying his lust. His lips made contact with your chest as he added more love bites to his abstract design.
“You drove me crazy earlier tonight with those moves of yours. How could you even consider anything else when you have a body made to sin?”
“I think you are batshit by default.”
“Do you want me to punish you again?” he threatened, discontented when it had no effect on you as you contended. 
“By what, hitting me? Two can play that game-” as soon as he saw your hand flying towards him, he caught it and forced it down by you, and chuckled.
“Be a good girl and you’ll come.”
“Big deal.”
“Says the whore who was grinding against me.”
He shifted to untie your sweats, and dragged the material down to reveal your matching white g-string, stopping for a second before moving to take it off too. The bra was going to be enough for him.
“Says the reprobate with a hardon from the bare minimum.”
He did not respond, too enraptured by the sight before him. Your form, laid out and so familiar, and yet, the newfound resolve and the bite in your words was boundlessly more attractive than the mellow nurse in training that he had fucked before. The blaze that had festered and grown within you, painting your psyche and very essence in the soot of detestation was a guiding light to him, a star in the pitch black that he gravitated towards, and wished to take over. Your strength and determination spurred him on and inspired him to make you reach the point of no return. How? He was yet to decide. But that came after he had his fill of your intoxicating body.
“Damn, Y/N, do I even need to get you ready for me? You’re so fucking wet-” he remarked, running a hand over your pussy, with it immediately receiving a dose of your slick.
“Guess you don’t.” you countered, attempting to shut your legs together, but to no avail as your brattiness only encouraged him.
“You know what. I am in a giving mood. A changed man. Ready to commit some good deeds.” he announced to you in a low, borderline monstrous tone as Seonghwa pulled you by your ankles closer to him and began to work at your arousal.
After a slow start, where he languidly circled your nub until you gave out a whine, the man dedicated himself wholly, and soon enough, you were sinking into a sensual paradise. The two digits pumped into you, while with his other hand Seonghwa was stimulating your sensitive clit relentlessly, rubbing the erect nub until you were barely able to produce any sound at all. Pressing his thumb right against its tip, he curled his fingers and beckoned you closer to a climax, stopping the motions, he kept his hand inside as he replaced the finger that was dominating your clit with another thumb, and instead took to rapidly building you up with practised, fast flicks, higher, higher, just as you were about to-
Your hips jerked up, only to be met with a total emptiness as you tried desperately to coax Seonghwa into giving you your orgasm, to which he only responded with a click of his tongue, and a demonstrative sucking of his digits as you watched him with a glazed over expression.
“You rude, unbearable menace.”
“Awh, is my precious angel angry that I did not give you what you wanted?” he asked, giving his cock a couple of pumps before making a circular motion with his index finger and ordering you.
“On your hands and knees, like the bitch you are.” immediately, you obliged, unable to contain yourself after he had denied you what you had been seeking, with that devilish grin suggesting just how much the notion had excited him. Finally, he undid his belt and trousers, letting his aching length spring free, a hiss escaping Seonghwa as the cool air hit it.
Finding your slick-coated pussy with the tip of his cock, he teased you, repeatedly moving it back and forth between your folds. When you let out a whine, rocking your ass side to side in an attempt to deliver your need for more friction, Seonghwa merely chuckled and pushed forward, keeping his member flush against your sex, but not offering any relief. Your wetness coated him as he continued the torturous act, pausing to flick your clit and snicker at just how desperate you had become for his dick.
“Tell me if you want it.” Seonghwa wanted to hear you beg, or sigh, or anything else to suggest that you were fully pliable, but what had come out of your dirty mouth surpassed all his wishes.
“You want this pussy more than I want you, judging by how fucking hard your cock is, Hwa.”
Without as much as a warning, he put an end to the foreplay and slammed his hips against yours, sinking deep inside and groaning at the warm invitation of your walls. As he heard you yell out, he mercilessly glided back until only his tip was between your labia, only to thrust and bottom out once more. And again. And again. Just as he had remembered from the nights he had you before, this left you trembling, and soon enough your body was pleading for more, to which he happily obliged, smacking you on the ass and speeding up.
The feeling of you spasming around him and the feeble moans were an unrivalled art. He positioned one hand to hook around you and held it against the area right below your belly, biting his lip as he felt his dick pushing deep inside you, the bulge detectable by his palm. Closing his eyes, Seonghwa focused on this sensation, thereby slowing down ever so slightly, and moving to hit the spot that accelerated the growth of the knot in your tightening core. 
“A-ah… Seong… hwa…” you mewled into each stroke, hazy and unable to form anything more than nonsensical babble.
“That’s right, darling, only I can make you feel this good.”
Seonghwa was despicable, because he knew exactly how to make you lose your mind and fall apart under him and forget that you ever hated him at all, driven only by a carnal passion. Having had enough practice to study you, you were at his mercy as he provided the exact fullness that you had been desiring for so long, the exact firm thrusts that were bringing you closer and closer to a total fall, and the honey-laden voice that had you turning even weaker.
“My- darling-”
Your climax came down on you hard and fast, and you crumbled into the shaking that washed over you, forehead almost connecting with the back of the seats if not for the fistful of your tresses that Seonghwa had grabbed. Not letting you ride out your high, he quickened his pace and each thrust was making your vision darken and your moans turn into pathetic wails, drowned out by the lewd slapping of skin against skin that was lubricated by your orgasm. Using you as a fucktoy, he chased his own high and pushed you into an abyss of violent pleasure, ceasing to abuse your cunt only when he deemed it necessary for himself.
He slid his cock out of your pulsating sex, dragging it over your clit before ushering you to kneel before him. Movements still too slow and lagging, Seonghwa proceeded to guide one leg, then another down, so that you were ready for him. Lifting your chin, he he peered into your hazy orbs and commanded:
“Open.”
As you slackened your jaw and opened your mouth wide in obedience, he spat into it, and upon positioning one of his hands at the back of your head and the other at the base of his member, he slid into the warmth, sighing as your tongue glided along his throbbing length, as if encouraging him to go deeper until his tip hit the very limit and bumped against the back of your throat. You struggled to suppress your gag reflex, but the salaciousness of the combination of yours and his spit and your orgasm dribbling around his cock as you began to bob your head was driving Seonghwa to the brink of insanity, and you desperately wanted to see him unravel entirely.
“Ah… that’s it. My good cock slut. This mouth is built… for me.”
You allowed him to choke you as he fucked your throat with abandon, submitting to the oncoming waves of his orgasm. Clawing at his thighs you seeked balance, to which he responded by pushing you even closer, earning a muted yelp. The vibration drove him over the edge as he pumped himself inside you only a few more times, before collapsing into a series of staggered bucks of the hips and a muttering of filthy curses.
“Swallow darling, I bet you were dreaming of this- ah, fuck-” he exclaimed. 
He threw his head back as you centred yourself, trying to relax into how his hand that was tangled in your hair kept you so close that your nose was pressed against his pubic bone, though it proved to be an impossible challenge. In an effort to overcome the pain that spread over your jaw as Seonghwa refused to let go of you, you blinked away the moisture in your eyes and focused on the sensation of the hot, salty cum coating and running down the back of your throat. 
When he finally released you from his hold and let you fall onto the floor of the car, you sputtered and gasped for air, vision having grown blurry. While he did not comfort you, nor praise you for how well you had taken him, even though judging from his state you could make your own conclusions about the performance, this roughness felt more real, more honest than the intimacy you had shared before. You licked the corners of your mouth, collecting the remnants of his cum and spit, and crawled up onto the leather seating to be met with open arms, a gesture which, in your exhaustion, you accepted.
Captured in a lazy embrace you admired the universe that surrounded you. The dawn was imminent, with some of the more enthusiastic birds already greeting you with their songs and the distant rumble of the city beginning to pick up, and yet none of this felt real. It was like you were floating in the air, tethered to the mortal realm only by the man beside you. You had taken the liberty of snatching Seonghwa’s suit jacket, considering that the outerwear you had been wearing had been unceremoniously discarded and thrown into the driver leg space, outside of your immediate reach. 
You pondered what was going to happen after this broken reunion, that had been as always, orchestrated by the evil mastermind with a pretty face, currently resting on the seats, one arm over the door, the other on the back rest, head tilted to the sky. When you inspected one of the dark spots on the right sleeve of the jacket, you had come to realise that the dead man, who you had left behind to chase your pleasure, had, amidst his departure from the living, was trying to greet Seonghwa. Using his gang name, no less. You wanted to laugh until tears would be streaming down your face. Double over and, hands hitting your thighs, fail to compose yourself and continue laughing at just how ignorant you were. Fooled once again. Of course that scene had been this criminal’s doing. How else could anything ever happen to you if not with Seonghwa’s meddling? This overly involved, human embodiment of jeopardy who you had voluntarily invited in to share space and time, so elegant as he was devoid of movement, counting stars in the sky, the unbuttoned white shirt gracing his figure like a heavenly robe. It was a shame that you had to have chosen him to glorify, especially since he fit the role well enough to fit into your delusions.
As you sat upright, only to put your elbows on your knees and lean to catch your head in your hands, you mused whether you truly despised this man or not. It was almost habitual, routinely, to curse his name again, and again until it was nothing but an incoherent collection of syllables. It was your shield and clarity, your comprehension of the incorrigible man who, come the opportunity, would shoot you down the same way that he did to hundreds, if not thousands of others. It was heartbreaking, gut-wrenching, but unfortunately true. In his eyes the individuals with families, friends, hopes and dreams, hell, even those with nothing at all, were nothing but sacks of bone and blood that he could scare into submission, or drain if they disobeyed. Such were his methods. Methods that you had looked the other way from, making yourself believe that you were above that amateur, unjust purgatory. No matter how much of you Seonghwa received as an offering, it was never going to be enough. The seven deadly sins were a bucket list for him, and one in which he would outshine every reckless criminal. He was systematic, calculating, and would not hesitate to remove a variable that no longer served him.
You were serene, a ghost of a smile dancing on your lips. Slowly, you blinked, immersing yourself in the sensation of the bites, the kisses that the man you had once felt something for gifted you. Sultry tattoos that you would wear with the pride of a person who had defeated themselves, come to terms with, and learnt to coexist with inner turmoil. Nothing short of a miracle. If this hell were to continue, then you would simply have to adapt to live with the ebbs and flows of a turbulent tide. Hilarious, how you were treating Seonghwa as if he was a terminal disease that you had to live with, but the analogy was comforting. Until the moment when you would receive a bullet between your brows, you would strive to live fully, and remain indifferent. As much as you had wanted to ‘get the final word’, you had come to realise that all you had to say had been said, and he was no longer worth your time. Looking at the horizon, you spotted the sun beginning to stir under its heavy blankets, getting ready to rise.
“You thought about me, didn’t you?” Seonghwa’s voice broke your peace, and you turned to him, regarding his bewitching demeanour with a tired onceover.
“Hm?”
“You were thinking about me, in that alley way. Weren’t you?” so, he had realised now, too. However, you were not bothered to continue this discourse. Fascinating how the mind of even the most evil of men could get fixated on the simple things like a random good-for-nothing becoming a gourmet meal for maggots.
“I am not sure why or how that matters.”
“Would you kindly get the gun for me?” Now that piqued your interest, so you obliged, and reached over the front seats, aware of how your ass was on full display for Seonghwa though he had just seen you in even more lewd tones. After a couple of tries, the hand gun was in your hands, and hooking it by the trigger guard, you tried to pass it to its owner. To your surprise, he refused and you remained standing in your perplexion.
“What are you getting at?”
“You definitely thought about me. As a matter of fact you were thinking about doing this for a long time.” you could not deny that, and thus remained silent, “Remember how I taught you to fire a gun?” the man continued, and you nodded along.
“That I do, but again. Not sure how it applies.” you crossed your arms, the pistol swinging ever so slightly from your index finger.
“Don’t you want to fulfil your dream, darling?” he raised an eyebrow and grinned.
Another game. Another dare. Another attempt at making you feel something when you had no more emotions to spare. You were spent. For the first time since you had first come to be acquainted with Park Seonghwa, Seonghwa, Hwa, Mars, you saw a stranger. A passing face who you would regard, but most importantly, go on your merry way and never wish to see again. No more yearning, nor begging. He was cute when he thought he was in control. You chuckled, earning a questioning gaze from the ghost of your past.
“What is so amusing, my dear Y/N? So delighted that you can barely contain yourself?”
Oh, if only he knew. You steadied your breathing, and through half-lidded eyes, took in the man’s form that you had once worshipped. Everything had finally clicked, and unknowingly, the symphony in your mind was now fully composed, all to Seonghwa’s rhythm. Your magnum opus, by the visitation of a brutal muse, completed. With the softness of a stalking cat, you bent forward and came face to face with this boy, and with both hands, pressed the gun to his bare chest, smiling languidly as it collided with the necklaces to make a noteless tune. Seonghwa’s eyes widened as he followed your ascension back to now leaning against the front seat further from him, stifling a laugh of his own as he realised your intentions. The world held its breath as you dispelled your nightmare, and, light-hearted, like you were discussing daily happenings or the weather, asked him:
“You said you’d keep my hands clean, right?”
“Yes.” breathless, he whispered.
“You said you would kill anyone for me, right?” you continued sweetly, studying how Seonghwa checked the magazine and clicked the hammer with practised motions, appearing almost impressed.
“Yes.”
“Do anything to make me smile?” you tested, and he conceded, brushing a hand over the barrel, and looking up to memorise your every detail.
“Yes.”
“Then prove it. And make me smile. One last time.”
You uttered, admiring how his perfect skin, his gorgeous eyes, his dark soul glowed, caught ablaze in the rays of the rising sun.
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Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
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cheegu3 · 3 months
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Hiii! I love your yandere work.
Could you please do an Ateez mafia reaction where they're on a mission at a club but their S/O (the reader) is also there with her friends & she sees him flirting with some girl??
I LOVE YOU SM BTW💗💗💗YOUR MY FAV WRITER💛💛💛
sorry for how long this took :c but tysm my love I’m so happy I’m ur fav writer, love youuu <333
not super mafia-ish but I tried my best 😭😭 also I wrote some of them as not being on a mission, and kissing a girl instead of flirting before I re-read the ask & changed some, sorry :c (guess it makes it juicer tho lol)
warnings; yandere themes, mafia, jealousy/possessiveness, toxic relationships, swearing, cheating, sexual undertones
Ateez!mafia - s/o reaction to seeing them flirt with a girl
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Hongjoong
Your heart dropped when you saw him, eyes locked on the lips of someone else. He didn't notice you, even as you practically tore him away from the girl.
He'd brought you there for a mission so you almost hesitated before going over there and intervening until she got a little too close.
Slowly he turned. He frowned at you, and gave you a look like you were in the wrong.
'' What the fuck is wrong with you? ''
His eyebrows knit together, followed closely by a scoff. ''You're not my mom. ''
You felt speechless. He was your boyfriend, something he often drilled into you even when you didn't want to accept it. But now he was acting like you were some stranger who had no place telling him what to do.
'' I- '' you threw up your hands and sighed.
The words got stuck in your throat just as you felt the tears start to sting in your eyes. Bitterly you swallowed the anger down and left without saying one more word to him.
You went home and cried yourself to sleep that night while Hongjoong stayed in the club doing God knows what until the early hours of the morning.
There was no room for arguing with him about it. He insisted he wasn't wrong and his nonchalant attitude threatened to make you start crying again.
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Seonghwa
He was likely to do it as a punishment for something else you did. There was no point in trying to figure out then and there; sometimes he’d punish you without telling you why, you’d only realize quite quickly you’d done something to get on his nerves.
You could tell from the look on his face as he was doing it, eyes open and all so he could keep eye-contact with you - that he enjoyed seeing the shock on your face. It was especially bad because he’d never punished you in this way before.
It felt vulnerable, being in front of your friends, so humiliating. You had no idea what to do and mostly wanted to hide at that moment.
As soon as he saw he’d gotten a reaction out of you, he came over to your table. Your friends hurled insults at him but he only shrugged them off. He just took your hand and dragged you to the club’s alley.
'' Did I- did I do something? ''
You hated how pathetic you sounded, so needy and willingly letting him know that you were actually upset by what he'd done.
The shadow of a smile appeared on his face but disappeared almost as quickly as it came. He looked dead serious instead, anger swirling in his eyes.
'' You flirted with the bartender, right in front of me. ''
He breathed out sharply, seemingly trying to keep his anger under wraps but being very close to failing. You created some distance between you two.
'' What? '' you couldn't believe your ears.
The bartender? You raked your brain to try and come up with a reason behind his words, until you eventually came up with a wild conclusion.
'' Because I...smiled at him? ''
Seonghwa only nodded unamused, '' You had to pay for it.'' finally a smile appeared on his face, only a sinister one, spreading from ear to ear.
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Yunho
He felt incredibly guilty. Your friend came back from the bathroom and had a shocked look on her face.
You asked her what was wrong and tried to comfort her, thinking she’d maybe been startled by a man near the women’s bathrooms.
Under her breath, she whispered. “ Your boyfriend is making out with some girl. “
You started to your feet and didn’t even have to say anything. She just gestured near the stage where the live band was playing.
You stomped over there and turned him around by harshly grabbing his shoulder. For a moment he looked puzzled.
Then things finally registered and he almost pushed the girl away just to show you that he didn’t feel anything for her. His mission had been to distract the leader of a gang while his members stole from them. Trying to hide his nervousness, he downed heaps of alcohol but it seemed he'd drank too much.
You turned on your heel and were immediately grabbed by your wrist.
“ Y/n! I’m so sorry, please don’t leave! “ he cried out.
You went to sit by your friends, silently praying that they'd take the hint that you wanted to leave. Not long after he followed you and went down on his knees, desperately clinging onto the fabric of your dress.
'' Please...please, '' he kept murmuring, his head dipping down every so often from the alcohol making him dizzy.
Tears started streaming down his flushed cheeks. You were having none of it. He got dragged out and pushed into a car, only because you thought he'd kill you if you left him there, a drunk mess in the club.
Even as you went to sleep and he wrapped his arms around you, he'd keep apologizing. Tears dampened your hair and the last words he said before drifting to sleep was, '' I'm so sorry, I love you. ''
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Yeosang
It wasn’t a surprise at all. You almost rolled your eyes when you spotted him flirting with a random woman in the club. He was a serial cheater.
You didn’t mind too much since what you wanted most was to escape from him, but it still irked you.
Your ego felt hurt any time it happened. He claimed to love you - no, be obsessed with you, yet he did this?
You swore under your breath, “ Motherfucker. “
“ He’s doing it again? “ your closest friend asked.
“ Probably going to blame it on a mission again, right? “ another said.
That’s what you always told them. That he had to do it, because of his job. Either to get under the skin of another gang’s leader or to manipulate his way into infiltrating it.
However, it was pretty far from the truth. Even if you told yourself or others that was the reason, you knew that he enjoyed it a little too much - the worshipping.
Yeosang loved being treated like he was some God. He loved when girls swooned over him and he loved most of all when you did it.
“ Let’s go home, “ he casually said when he was done with the girl.
Your boyfriend had taken her somewhere and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d done more than what was necessary for the mission.
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San
Probably did it due to some kink he had. Most likely it's due to the hate sex he knows will follow if he does it right in front of you.
Shamelessly he pulled a random girl into his lap while you looked at one of your friend's phones.
Having accompanied San to the club so he could make some connections due to his mafia status, you were told to keep a low profile, ' pretend like you don't know me ' he'd said.
Despite the order, you couldn't follow it anymore when you raised your head and saw that he was passionately making out with the woman in his lap.
You weren't sure if you'd imagined him opening his eyes to glance at you, but his hands started stroking her thigh while one hand grabbed the back of her neck.
Your blood started boiling. A feeling you were all too familiar with. San knew just how to get under your skin without ever having to do much.
You stomped over and didn't care about the reactions of his members. Dragging him away, you almost made everyone move from your path as your face was conveying pure wrath.
Even while being pushed against the wall, a grin spread across his face. He knew he'd won.
'' What's wrong? '' he taunted.
You pressed your lips against his and bit down on his lip hard. He laughed and pulled away.
'' Wow, '' he was already breathless, '' That was easy. ''
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Mingi
Mingi does it to keep you on your toes. Or at least that's what he tells you and other people that keep bothering him about it.
Sure, it gave the message that you were always replaceable. If he wanted to - he could find someone else, someone much hotter and someone who loved him. You were sure he enjoyed rubbing this in your face.
However, in reality, he felt devastated that you didn't like him back and the only way to deal with it was to pretend other girls were you.
He'd only kiss them with so much emotion and yearning because he imagined it was you. Only when you'd stop him once it'd get too far, with his hands under her shirt; your disappointed face staring back at him, would he snap back, realizing sadly it wasn't you.
The fake love for the random girl would quickly turn to disgust and he'd leave with his arm around you.
Today was another one of those days. Another weekend spent at the club, where Mingi drank his stress and sorrows away from his job in the mafia.
'' Are you really going to let him do that? ''
You ignored your friend who had seen your boyfriend tonight before you did. This time, you weren't even sad, not for a moment; something that would be noticed by Mingi later that evening.
You just took your drink and let yourself be led onto the dancefloor, all your favorite friends surrounding you as you danced the night away.
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Wooyoung
Since you're so insistent on hating him and saying it to his face every day, why shouldn't he have some fun? Especially since you wouldn't care since you had no feelings for him.
He took great pleasure in seducing your friend with his sweet words and then kissing her as if she were the woman he loved. Desire took over and your friend moaned against his lips.
It caught your attention. Turning your head, you froze and the conversation you'd just been engaged in became completely forgotten.
All you saw was red. But...why?
You approached them quickly, yet you weren't even aware that you had moved towards them. A strange expression was on your face. Wooyoung pulled away, like he had been expecting you.
Your friend started rambling excuses, but you didn't listen. The corners of his mouth turned upwards, into a devious smirk. He noticed that you didn't even acknowledge your friend once; your eyes never left him.
He could see anger in them, hatred, and jealousy that almost made you turn green. You were shaking slightly, it would go unnoticed by most, but not him - he knew you so well. Way more than you thought.
His smile widened when he realized you were fighting a battle on the inside. So he leaned in just to stir the pot, his hot breath tickling your ear.
'' You know how to make it stop. ''
By admitting you were jealous
But would you let him and your feelings win or your strong pride and hatred for him?
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Jongho
Mostly he was testing the waters for future punishments. If you got mad, he’d use it. But if you didn’t, well then he just got validation from someone who actually wanted him, and that was it.
He was fed up by your rebellious attitude. Anything turned into an argument. At this point, he was convinced you were just doing it on purpose to piss him off.
Whatever he told you, you hated and went against, protesting like you were a little child.
At some point his punishments had stopped working. It almost made you more angry, not more submissive like he’d hoped.
So what choice did he have but to try something else?
Today he had brought you with him to the club. A secret mission that he refused to give you the details on. After some time he went over to a random girl while you were told to talk to your friends.
It was way out of his comfort zone. He didn't even feel anything for the random girl he grabbed. It happened to be a friend of a friend of yours.
'' What the fuck! '' she exclaimed and pushed him away.
He just stared at her with his signature blank expression which made her run toward her friend group. By chance, she bumped into your mutual friend and told her.
You listened, and immediately you got angry for her even though she was a stranger. You hated guys like that with a passion. '' Over there, '' she pointed.
You followed her gaze and had to blink twice, confirming with her more than once that it was really the man who'd creepily flirted with her.
It was Jongho.
You didn't know how to react. Could you really play the hero in front of your friends and go over there pretending to talk some sense into him? Or was it too risky?
You chewed on your lip for a long time before finally walking over. You grabbed him by the collar to bring him in just to make it look like you were giving him a scolding, but on the inside you were terrified.
'' Now I have your attention? '' his eyebrow raised playfully.
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yourfatherlucifer · 8 months
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Comatose (Jongho) Pt 2 [final]
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Mafia!Choi Jongho x fem!reader
>> Being the lover of mafia member Choi Jongho had it perks and downfalls, you were allowed to stay in a lavish mansion with 8 beautiful men, including your man, who stayed by your side when he wasn’t on the job. However, when one day you are on a date with said lover, a member of Ateez’s rival gang shoot’s you...what will happen next?<<
(This one shot includes violence, so warning and angst, and fluff. It’s a roller coaster, it’s a mafia one shot, there’s more I just don’t know what other warnings I should add)
(Monsta X make an appearance) 
(Monsta X used to be Ateez alliance but are now enemies) 
"Hongjoong, it's all my fault, I should've had more security detail!" Jongho, the chestnut haired held his hands in fists, staring at his leader, with such anger and failure in his eyes.
His leaders eyes had softened and wrapped his arms around the younger man, "It's not your fault, how could've you known that Monsta X would show up. You worry about your lover, while we figure out how they knew you were there."
Jongho nodded, toughening up his act, he had to stay strong for the love of his life, and for his reputation. Can’t let anyone know the youngest member of Ateez is actually a softie underneath this rough exterior.
-
Knocking on the door that his girlfriend was staying in, just to let anyone know who is inside, of his incoming presence.
Jongho noticed an older man in a white lab coat, hovering to the side with a clipboard, must be her assigned doctor.
"Hi, you must be the doctor, I'm Y/N's boyfriend, Choi Jongho."
The mention of his name sent a shiver down the doctors spine. Of course, it was one of the biggest mafia's member. Especially the mafia that even controlled this hospital.
"Right, of course. Well, I'm Dr. Lewis. Miss Y/N here, we don't have much to update her status. Except," Oh god, what was he gonna say? This worried the younger man to take a deep breath.
"She's in a comatose state. I'm very sorry. The bullets narrowly missed her spine, but still hit too close for comfort. We had to place her in this state to prevent further damage." The doctor placed the clipboard back on the edge of her bed and stared at her lover before continuing.
"We hope that she can awaken by the end of the week. If not, she may not awaken for awhile. I can say in good news though, that the surgery went well without a hitch."
He approached Jongho and nervously held a card out to him. "If you have any further questions, you can contact me with this number or email."
When the doctor finally left, Jongho collapsed to his knees right next to her bed, "Oh, my love, what have I done. I should've protected you better." He grasped her hand in his, pulling it next to his face.
"I am so sorry, please come back to me. I cannot bear to see you like this. It breaks my heart."
His sobs were released onto her hand.
He could never be this vulnerable in front of anyone but her.
-
Jongho had fallen asleep in the chair that was placed next to Y/N’s bed.
Hearing a knock resonate in the room, he straightened up and stood up.
“Jongho? It’s us.” He had recognized his leaders voice so he calmed down and relaxed back into his seat.
He nodded, “Hi.” There wasn’t much emotion in his face.
“How is she?” San had stepped up to look at his unconscious friend.
Jongho held back his tears, reminding himself he cannot be vulnerable. “It’s not good. They placed her in a comatose.”
He stared at her lovingly, “They said if she doesn’t wake up by the end of this week. She may take a while to wake up.”
Mingi could see the desperation in his younger friends eyes, the worry for his unconscious lover.
Mingi walked up to Jongho, pulling him into an embrace not caring that Jongho didn’t like skinship, “I’m sorry, but we have good news, we’ll I wouldn’t say it’s good news. But it’s something.” As he let go of his younger friend, the tall male turned to their leader.
Hongjoong sighed, “Yeah. We found out how Monsta X knew you were there.”
As he sat down in an extra chair, he sighed before continuing, “It turns out they’ve been watching our every move. They figured out a weakness in our bonds. It was Y/N, they wanted to start a war so they were following you two,” Hongjoong could see Jongho tense up in frustration, “the plan was to take her out so we’d go to war with them. I’m not even sure this makes sense to you, Jjong, but it was their plan.”
“Then I say we should go to war with them. How dare they try to take away what’s most precious to me!” Jongho flared up in anger, clenching his fists.
However, they couldn’t just go to war with them.
There would be too many innocent casualties.
-
I felt trapped, like I couldn’t escape this void, why couldn’t I wake up? Why could I hear everything but couldn’t move?
Poor Jongho, I’m so sorry, I should’ve been faster, I should’ve been more careful. I shouldn’t have forced you to go somewhere with me.
I should have listened to you, we should’ve stayed in bed. Now I can’t do anything but lay in this darkness that entrapped me, I couldn’t even touch you. I just want to feel you. I need you. I feel so alone. I keep replaying those last moments before I was shot. It’s all I can think of. Your distraught voice calling out to me, on repeat.
Please save me, Haribo. I miss you. I wanna feel you. I want to hear your beautiful singing voice once again. I can only hear you crying to me everyday as I lay here. How long have I been here?
I want to see that little freckle on your neck, I love how you squirm when I touched it. Sometimes I wish we never met so you wouldn’t be going through this agony without me.
But I need you.
-
“Dr. Lewis, why hasn’t she woke up? It’s been longer than a week, I’m getting worried?” Jongho pumped his clenched fists.
“You’re not trying to sabotage anything, are you, doctor? Because that would be stupid to mess with me, or my lover.”
Jongho glared at the cowering doctor.
“N-no, sir! We’re not sure why she hasn’t awoken. Her brain scans are normal, she should’ve been awake by now.” The doctor was gripping the clipboard so tight that his knuckles were turning white.
“Well you better figure it out. Remember ateez runs this town. If something happens, your lif-“
“Jjong?”
“Y/N?”
Jongho rushed over to the beside so quickly like his life depended on it.
“Oh my god, you’re awake.”
The doctor quickly scrambled out of the room, leaving the pair alone.
“How..how long was I out?”
“Too long, love, too long.”
Jongho pulled me into an embrace, “ow! Careful, my back hurts!” I whined.
He chuckled at me. Rude.
“I’m just glad you’re awake, thank you for coming back to me. I missed you.”
“And I missed you, my sweet Haribo.”
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Backfired
Pairing: Mafia! Kim Hongjoong x Reader
Genre: Angst, Mention of a panic attack, and a brief mention of blood!
CW: Mention of panic attacks, mentions of blood.
Word Count: 3056
Summary: Mafia Boss Hongjoong has brought you along on an important mission as his most trusted ally, or so he thought, when you blow their cover he knows punishment is needed to make sure mistakes like this don’t happen again but did he take the punishment a bit too far?
Part 2
Prompt List               MasterList         Buy me a Coffee
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“Remember, he said to keep it clean.” Yeosang reminded you for probably the 10th time since you’d been on the rooftop. “Yeosang, give it a rest will you, I know what my orders are.” You snap back at him. Your boss Hongjoong had trusted you to take out their latest target and he made it very clear he wanted it done clean and to have no attention drawn. He had full confidence in you, after all, you were the only one he could fully trust, his greatest ally. You hadn’t been working for him long but he saw great potential in you, taking you under his wing the day you started and in no time he’d trained you to be the best assassin in the mafia. But your titles didn’t stop there, the mutual respect you and Hongjoong had for each other (and the possible sweet spot he had for you) meant you were a bigger part of his group than you made out to be, you were his second in command, you were the one he went to when deals had to be struck and stupid dinners needed to be attended and most of all the one he trusted the most to take out the bigger targets just like the one you were working on now.
Perched at your snipper you waited patiently for the target to come into view, the information given to you was that he’d pass by the big tree at the gates of the park at 1:15 on the dot, he did so every time he returned to work from lunch every day without fail, you’d also been given a detailed description and a rather blurry photo of what he looked like so you avoided killing the wrong person. You glance at your watch which read 1:10, just 5 minutes to go and it was game over for him, no witnesses, nothing to trace the assassination back to you, Yeosang, or the group, everything was going to plan. “5 minutes y/n, better keep an eye out.” Yeosang piped up again, not like he was really doing anything himself. “Yeosang, I swear, if you open your trap one more time or try to tell me how to do my job again this bullet will be going into your head instead.” You threatened, glaring at him as you did so. He held his hands up in surrender, returning to playing with the little stone on the floor.
1:13 and there he was, the other side of the park, clear as day. You took your stance peering through the sniper’s scope, ready to pull the trigger as soon as he was in place. “Ah shit.” Yeosang hissed getting to his feet. “Yeosang, get down! He’s almost in place if you get seen we’re in the shit.” 
“That’s not what you have to worry about right now...Witnesses.” Your heart started to race and for once in your career, you were nervous to take the shot. The target got closer and closer to where he needed to be, your window of time was shrinking, and fast. “Y/n, there’s a lot of witnesses, I don’t know what’s going on over there but there’s a lot of people.” You didn’t know what to do, either way, you were getting into shit, either you take the shot, killing the target and completing the mission but drawing a lot of attention which was going against Hongjoong’s instructions, or to avoid the attention you let the man walk away with his life ultimately failing a mission for the first time in your career. “Y/n, what are gonna do!?” Yeosang started to panic next to you, not making your thinking process any easier. “Will you shut the fuck up, I’m thinking.” 
“Well think faster we’ve got mere seconds to take the shot or not!” You sigh, weighing out your options you knew there was only one thing you could do, the one that would get you into less trouble. You had to let him go, even if it meant failing the mission you couldn't risk the amount of attention it would draw in. The target came into place, your finger still on the trigger but laying limp with no intention of pulling the trigger. “Y/N!” Yeosang hissed suddenly causing you to jump and as a result, pulling the trigger. “Shit!” You cried out falling backward from the snipper trying to process what you just did. “Y/n, what are you doing!? The witnesses.” Yeosang was in full panic mode at this point his breathing heavy as he tried to work out a way in which this could be fixed or how to break the news to Hongjoong. “I was going to let him walk away but then you had to open your mouth!” You peer over the side of the roof to see if by some sort of miracle you’d managed to pull it off. Well on the bright side you’d successfully eliminated the target, clearly indicated by the way the body lay limp in a slowly growing pool of blood, but the consequence now was there was a swarm of people rushing over to the body screaming and calling for help. “Fuck, what are we going to do?” Yeosang’s face was white as a sheet at this point, the blind panic he was in made small beads of sweat form on his forehead. “Look, he’s going to find out one way or another and I think he’ll go easy on us if we tell him ourselves.” You start to pack away your gear turning back to Yeosang who was just standing there like an idiot. “We need to get out of here and fast, you call Hongjoong and tell him exactly what happened while I pack this shit away.” He nods quickly turning on his heels and walking off to make the call. 
His hands trembling as he punched in the number, the dial tone making him feel sick to his stomach, Hongjoong would go easy on you, you’re his favourite, but the same couldn’t be said for Yeosang he didn’t want to know what was in store for him. “Is it done?” Hongjoong said as he answered the call making Yeosang’s stomach drop to his feet. “Boss, there’s been an issue a pretty big one too,” Yeosang said quietly into the phone making sure you couldn’t hear him. There was no response from Hongjoong, knowing he was waiting for him to explain he continued to talk. “Boss, there were witnesses around...a lot of them, I tried to tell her it was too risky to take the shot, we’d get caught, but she didn’t listen. She didn’t care about the witnesses, she took the shot. There’s a big crowd down there.” He could hear the heavy breathing he knew all too well, Hongjoong was furious, punishment was afoot, he was just hoping his story was convincing enough for him to be let off the hook and for only you to be left with the repercussions. “Tell Y/n I want a word with her when you get back.” And with that he hung up. The anxiety never left Yeosang, he might be in the clear with Hongjoong but you on the other hand he was going to have trouble with, but you were the lesser of two evils, you didn’t scare him as much as Hongjoong did.
“How did he take it?” You asked not looking up from the box you were packing quickly. “Do you really need to ask?” The anxious tone in his voice told you all you needed to know. With a sigh you shut the lid and hurried for an escape. “Come on then, we might as well get it over with.” 
Sitting outside Hongjoong’s office you bounced your leg feeling uneasy over what was to come. Yeosang had gone in first, you were hoping with him going first Hongjoong might relieve most of his anger on him and possibly go a little lighter on you...you hoped. The whole room was silent, not even the small mumble of shouting from the other side of the door. Hearing Hongjoong scream at Yeosang might have calmed your nerves but right now you had to deal with the agonising silence while you wait to be called in.
The door opened, snapping you out of your thoughts. You got to your feet only to be greeted by Yeosang who was hanging his head like a child who just got a scolding from his mother. “Good luck.” He mumbled, not making eye contact before leaving you. You step into the office, Hongjoong sat at his desk with his head in his hands as his fingers grip clumps of his hair in frustration. “Hongjoong, before you say anything let me...”
“No.” He cut you off looking you in the eye, you could see just from the way he looked at you how pissed he was. You pressed your lips together, doing as you were told and keeping quiet. “So you took the shot, knowing there were witnesses.” He started, for now he sounded calm. "I told you, strictly no witnesses, to keep it clean y/n." You opened your mouth to speak but seeing the way he shot you a warning look you quickly shut your mouth. "Do you have any idea how bad this can get because of your carelessness!?" You jumped a little when the tone of Hongjoong's voice suddenly rose almost to a shout, you just hoped he didn't notice. "Hongjoong, please let me explain." He sat back in his chair, arms folded across his chest waiting for you to try and talk your way out of this. "I knew I was going to get in shit no matter what I did, there were only 2 options, let the target walk away or kill him and attract witnesses. I wanted to let him walk away."
"Then why didn't you, you took the shot y/n." Anger started to bubble inside you remembering the way Yeosang had royally fucked up the whole plan. "I was letting him go, I stayed at the gun in hopes there was a way I could still go through with the mission, I had no intention of pulling the trigger, but Yeosang..."
"Yeosang? Why is he brought into this?"
"He's the one who was panicking, he made me jump and that's when the trigger was pulled." Hongjoong rose from his seat, a small smirk on his face. This didn't look good. "Trying to push the blame on Yeosang for your carelessness?" You were astonished, how could he think that? "Yeosang was the one who called me to break the news, which you probably already know, but he told me you didn't care about witnesses, you wanted the target gone." Your blood was boiling, that little rat, to keep his own ass out of trouble he pushed it all onto you. "Y/n," He started, walking up to you. "I trusted you, you are my greatest ally, the one I trust the most." You felt a small pain in your chest, you knew all of this but he never outwardly told you so hearing it now while you're being scolded hurt on a whole new level. "How am I meant to trust you again?"
"THIS WASN'T MY FAULT, YEOSANG IS A RAT!" You screamed in his face doing the best you could to defend yourself but instantly regretting it as soon as you opened your mouth. His eyes went dark, fury burning inside him, no one dares talk back to him let alone raise their voice, and you just did both. Hongjoong didn't utter another word to you, he didn't need to, you knew what happened to people who went against him and that sent a surge of anxiety through your bones. Grabbing you by the wrist dragging you out of his office and down the hallway. You did all you could to fight back against his grasp, you knew what was waiting for you behind that door and it terrified you, he clearly forgot about your deep rooted fear. "Hongjoong please, anything but there, you know I can't do it!" You cried out on the verge of tears watching as the door got closer and closer. "You should have thought about that before answering back." He spat before throwing open the door and pushing you into the dark room before slamming the door on you making sire to lock it behind him.
The room was pitch black so much so to the point you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, the darkness was everywhere, it swallowed you whole and you could feel it, you could feel how the darkness had you in a tight grasp squeezing the air from your lungs. "HONGJOONG!" You screamed desperately banging on the door, tears streaming down your face as panic started to take over. You banged on the door for what felt like forever, hands surely bruised from the constant impact, but it was no use, he'd gone, he was long gone and you were alone in the dark. You slid down the door clutching your knees to your chest in an attempt to find some comfort, your breathing was getting heavier as your heart raced, hammering against your chest so hard you could almost hear it in the dead silence of the room. It felt like the whole room was closing in on you, you felt like you were suffocating no matter how much u panted or how deep a breath you took you were still breathless, it was like you were underwater. Sweat started to pump out of you from every inch of your body, you were so warm you were to the point you could have stripped down to nothing and still be sweaty but you were to terrified to even move an inch, literally scared stiff. You don't know how long you were in the room for could have been minutes could have been hours, you'd lost all sense of time and the longer you were locked up the worse your panic attack got until finally the last thing you remember was your whole body slumping to the floor.
Around 2 hours had gone by and Hongjoong thought you'd spent enough time locked away, maybe you'd have learnt your lesson by now, not only about talking back to him but also for going against orders. He didn’t think twice about your silence on the other side of the door as he casually walked up to it almost like you hand’t been locked in there for hours. “Well I think it’s been enough time Y/n.” He called out to you looking for the key to unlock the door, but now the silence made him uneasy. He was expecting an answer even if it was a blunt one but more silence met his ears. “Y/n?” Hongjoong opened the door only to find you slumped unconscious on the floor. His heart started racing as he ran up to you pulling you into his lap lightly tapping your cheeks to get you to wake up. “Y/n? Y/n wake up!” His voice became shaky after no response from you as you lay limp in his arms. You eventually came around, eyes fluttering open to look at him as he let out a big sigh of relief. “Y/n, what happened?” You looked at him confused for a second before looking around at your surroundings. Recognising the room you’d been trapped in you hastily climbed off him panicking yet again as the memories of the terror you just experienced flooded your mind once again. “Y/n, Y/n, calm down.” 
“Fuck you Hongjoong.” His eyes blew up wide, he had no clue where this was coming from, he’d understand if you were mad about the punishment but to react like this really had him stumped. “You of all people I’d have thought would never put me through this, you know how terrified I am of the dark and yet you fucking trapped me in here for fuck knows how long and all without a second thought.” The guilt washed over him as he put 2 and 2 together, he knew how terrified of the dark you were and he’d seen it first hand, he didn’t know how he could forget such a thing and if anything his heart broke. He wouldn’t openly say it, it just stayed as an unsaid thing between you both, he had such a soft spot for you, he didn’t know if it was because of the trust and understanding he had with you to the point he saw you as a friend, possibly his only friend, or if the feelings towards you were a little more than that. But right now he knew he had to make it up to you.
You pulled yourself up to your feet unsteadily, stumbling a little as your legs felt like jelly beneath you, he tried to help you steady yourself but you simply pushed him away not even wanting to look at him. “Y/n, please I completely forgot, please forgive me.” You didn’t even look back at him or show any sign of acknowledgement towards him as you walked out the door and as far away from him as you could get. “Y/n!” Hongjoong yelled running up to you, clutching your wrist trying to stop you going any further, but once again you forcefully pulled yourself free from his grasp and continued on your way. 
Hongjoong had no clue on how to make it up to you, the very fact you couldn’t even look in his direction right now made him feel so hopeless. He was never one to be able to handle the cold shoulder easily but now it was coming from you nothing else that was going on right now mattered, he didn’t care about what happened on the mission and what repercussions could be coming his way all he wanted to do right now was to show you in any way he could how sorry he was, how awful he felt, and how much you really meant to him. It was going to take a lot of time and effort but it would all be worth it in the end if it meant you’d talk to him again. He didn’t want to admit it, but right now he felt so hopelessly lost without you.
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Mafia Pt.2- Wooyoung Ending
I made the Hongjoong ending, now it's time for the Wooyoung ending. His ending is more angsty and has more plot twists, while Joong's was more romantic. And this is not proofread at all, so please don't mind any mistakes or bad grammar.
(I also still haven't figured out how to add links to part one, so it's on my page if you want to read it, sorry)
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“You really think we’ll be okay going back?” I asked Wooyoung for the hundredth time. 
“Yes, will you shut up already? If those guys are still there, we’ll just come back.” He answered, rolling his eyes at me. 
“But what if they see us?” I asked again, still not trusting his plan to go back to my apartment and get some of my things. 
“Then I’ll kill them.” He deadpanned to me, continuing walking down the street. 
“Don’t kill anyone.” I whisper shouted at him, looking at the people around us on the street to make sure they didn’t hear him. 
“Well, if I don’t kill them, then they’ll kill us. Would you like that?” He raised his eyebrows at me, tired of my anxious thinking. 
“No,” I mumbled. “I still don’t see why I even have to go. I’d rather stay back at the penthouse.” 
Wooyoung side eyed me, “San’s the only one there right now, so be my guest.” He laughed at my face, seeing it drop immediately. “Exactly.” He concluded the conversation, walking in silence from then on. 
I wanted to take a car, but Wooyoung insisted it was too nice of a night to drive and that we should walk instead. I argued, saying then we’d have to carry all of my stuff back with us, when we could just put it in the trunk of the car. And then he told me that he didn’t drive, and San would have to drive us. Needless to say, we ended up walking. 
The walk was short, Wooyoung’s comments being enough to keep me entertained the whole time. The walk through my building was tense, both of us watching everything that moved in fear that it would be the men who were there. It had already been a couple of days, but there’s no telling how long they would be willing to wait if they thought I was connected to Wooyoung’s mafia. 
We got to my door with no problems, me handing him the keys. I was too scared to open the door myself. He turned the key, finding the door already open. I tensed immediately, while Wooyoung grabbed the gun on his hip. He pushed the door open, slowly walking inside while I remained in the hallway. 
“It’s empty. Come on.” His head popped out into the hallway. I nodded, following him back in. I instinctively grabbed onto the back of his shirt, feeling safer near him. He smirked slightly at the reaction, taking the opportunity to make a joke. “You just can’t stand being away from me, huh?” 
“Shut up.” I mumbled, stopping myself from speaking any more after he turned on the light in the living room. The whole room was trashed, my pictures and lamps were on the floor broken, my furniture ripped and torn up. My hand went to my mouth in shock, taking in the sight before me. Wooyoung watched silently, getting mad at himself. He was the one who brought her into this shit, now she was suffering because of it. He left the room, going to shut and relock the front door in case the men came back, while I remained in the living room looking at my trashed things. I slowly made my way into my bedroom, expecting the worst. 
The sheets were ripped off the bed, laying on the floor and my desk was trashed, everything either broken or thrown to the floor. I accepted my reality quickly, going to grab a bag and some clothes. I opened my closet to find my clothes not ripped or trashed, shockingly. Some were pulled off the hangers and were laying on the floor and some were just moved around. I grabbed some simple, comfy clothes and shoved them angrily into my bag, moving on to grab some other things I could manage to find. Wooyoung had come back at that point, sitting on my disheveled bed and watching silently. He looked mad, so I didn’t speak to him much. 
After I packed 2 bags, I stood at the door, waiting for him. He noticed me ready, taking one of the bags from me and slinging it over his shoulder, going to walk past me and out of my room. I put my hand on the door frame, stopping him. 
“Why are you mad?” I threw out cautiously, just wanting to know the reason. 
He sighed, looking into the living room at the mess. “I’m just frustrated, that’s all. I’m sorry all this happened. I know you didn’t ask for any of it and you don’t deserve it.” He apologized. 
I blinked, not expecting that to be his answer. “Well, it’s what happened, so we just have to deal with it, right? Can’t go back and change what happened.” I tried to cheer him up slightly, failing as that only seemed to darken his mood. 
A sound at the door interrupted us, making him immediately push me into my bedroom. He squeezed us both into the closet, shutting the door behind him. My face was by his neck, his breath on my forehead. 
“Shh,” He whispered to me, staring at me intently through the dark. I didn’t know why he felt the need to say that, I wasn’t saying a word. 
The sound of footsteps filled the air, walking through the apartment. I reached up and fisted Wooyoung’s shirt, biting my lip to keep myself quiet. He wrapped an arm around me slowly, listening intently to where the guy was going. We heard the door shut again soon after, both of us relaxing a little. Wooyoung waited a few more seconds before going to open the door. He stopped, though, when we heard voices and the front door opened again. This time, the footsteps sounded more rushed, coming and going really quickly, the front door slamming shut this time. Wooyoung waited even longer this time just to be sure. About a minute later, we emerged from the closet, him going to check and make sure the men had actually left. He came back soon after, saying they were gone and I could come out. I shakily walked out, feeling too scared to leave now. But I knew if I didn’t leave, they’d just find me when they came back. They must really want to get Wooyoung’s mafia if they would go to such lengths just for someone they suspect is involved with them, I realized. 
Wooyoung interrupted my thought process when he walked toward me, “You okay? You look pale.” He asked like we didn’t just almost get caught by really, really dangerous men. 
“I’m fine, I just wanna leave.” I simply said, just wanting to get out of there and go somewhere safer. 
“Alright,” He agreed, feeling the same way. He went into the bedroom and grabbed the bags, taking them toward the door. He peered outside again, checking for them men once more before looking back at me, waiting for me to follow. 
I did, not wanting to waste another second standing in the trashed apartment. Wooyoung continued to carry the bags, worried for the girl’s sanity. She still hadn’t regained any color in her face and was hugging herself with her arms. He shook his head, realizing he probably shouldn’t have brought her. But he didn’t know what stuff to get or what she needed, so he brought her. 
The walk back to the penthouse was silent, me spacing out and Wooyoung carrying my bags. He was scanning our surroundings, occasionally looking over at me to make sure I was doing okay. 
“Are you sure you’re fine? You look sick.” He checked again, wanting an honest answer this time. 
“Yeah, I’m better. I just can’t believe this is the situation I’m in right now. It’s not where I thought I’d be right now.” The situation had finally sunk in after seeing what had happened to where I live, making me emotional. 
Wooyoung nodded along, feeling guilty for being the one to get her involved. And it made it harder on him because he couldn’t really do anything about it. He couldn’t get her old life back or make the men stop looking for her, all he could do is what Hongjoong told him to, which is to protect her. 
We finally made it back to the penthouse, making me zone back into reality and follow Wooyoung to the elevator. The ride was also silent, neither of us knowing what to say to each other anymore. Wooyoung didn’t even have any snarky comments to make, which made the situation worse. If Wooyoung didn’t have a joke, it must be serious. We entered the elevator, me making a beeline for Hongjoong’s room, my new safe space. Wooyoung frowned at that, wanting to be the one to comfort the girl. 
I stopped, noticing Hongjoong wasn’t in the room. He must be out for business, I thought. I sat on the edge of the bed, not knowing what to do, but not wanting to leave the room. Wooyoung came in a few seconds later, setting down my bags and turning around, immediately leaving the room. He was hurt that he wasn’t the one she wanted to comfort her, instead wanting his captain. He headed for his room, noticing San wasn’t there, and collapsed on his bed, kicking off his shoes. He laid there, listening to the silence. Having 8 men in one pent house was crowded, and there wasn’t often silence, so he savored every moment. 
A few moments later, as he was drifting off to sleep, his door slowly swung open. 
“Hi,” My voice came out rough, not having been used in a while. 
“Hey,” He mumbled back, leaning on his elbows to see me. 
I stood there, not really knowing why I came to his room. I just didn’t want to be alone. I started fidgeting with my hands, him staring at me and waiting for me to talk. 
“Do you need something?” He asked slowly, not wanting to scare me off, but wanting to know why I was there. 
“I just don’t want to be alone, if that’s okay.” I remained in the doorway, not wanting to go in without his permission. 
He nodded, not saying anything and patted the spot next to him. I walked in and sat down stiffly, eyeing San’s side of the room. My fear of being alone here was greater than my fear of him, making me chance him being in their room. 
Wooyoung stared at me, trying to think of something to say to make the girl feel better. He couldn’t think of anything, though, so he stayed silent, hoping that just being there would be enough. It was, for me, so we remained in silence. He was laying on the bed, me sitting awkwardly on the edge. I started observing the room around me. It was a lot different than Hongjoong’s, a lot brighter. It had more reds and purples, still dark, but at least there was color. While I was looking around, I started hearing soft snores from beside me. Wooyoung had fallen asleep, snoring softly. I looked at his features, getting a good look at him for the first time. He was attractive, having soft but prominent features. He stirred in his sleep, making my eyes shoot away from him, scared of being caught staring at him. I kept eyes on the walls after that, looking over San’s side of the room. There wasn’t much to look at, his side not as colorful and nice as Wooyoung’s. I shivered just seeing his side of the room, looking back over at Wooyoung. I relaxed a little into the bed, Wooyoung’s quiet snores making me relax more. Wooyoung took up most of the bed, so I couldn’t lay down, but I was starting to feel tired. I eyed him while pursing my lips, considering my options. I wanted to just shove him over so I had room, but that would be rude. I wasn’t even considering laying on San’s bed, and Hongjoong’s was too far. I was too scared to be alone right now to go back to his room. I opted for laying on the floor, the carpet actually being comfortable. I stole one of Wooyoung’s pillows to use, and somehow managed to not wake him up. I drifted off to sleep quickly, ready to take a well deserved nap. 
I woke up to someone hitting me on my arm. 
“What the hell are you doing on the floor? Get your ass on the bed?” Wooyoung’s face hung off the bed above me, his bangs almost hitting my face. 
“Your ass took up the whole bed.” I grumbled back, rolling over away from him. 
“I’ll move over, you’re not sleeping on the floor.” He rolled me back over by my shoulder, looking dead serious. 
I glared at him, and he glared back at me. I gave in eventually, getting up and throwing myself on the bed, not giving him much time to move over. I reached down, grabbing the pillow off the floor. Me and Wooyoung were crammed on his bed, it being a lot smaller than Hongjoong’s. We were pressed against each other, my back on his back. His bed was too small for us to have our own space, but I would put up with this before sleeping alone. 
“I can’t sleep on my right side,” Wooyoung whined. 
“Then, roll over.” I grumbled, half asleep. 
“No,” He stated simply. He knew it’d be more uncomfortable if he rolled over. They’d practically be spooning. 
“Then, suffer.” I answered back, not moving a muscle. 
“You’re mean.” He complained like a child who didn’t get his way. For a member of the mafia, he sure wasn’t very mature sometimes. 
“You’re mean, too.” I looked over my shoulder in annoyance. 
“You were mean first.” He shot back, looking over his shoulder, too. 
I rolled onto my back, facing him more, “You complained, I told you what to do, and then you said no. How is that being mean?” I glared at him. We were back to bickering again. 
“You told me to suffer. That’s mean. All I did was say no.” 
“Well, why did you say no? What’s wrong with rolling over if you don’t like sleeping on your right side?” I shot back, mad at him. 
“Because,” He mumbled, laying his head on the pillow and trying to sleep on his back. 
“Why?” I nudged his arm, wanting to know now. Did he really not want us to touch at all?
He sighed and opened his eyes again, “You don’t want to know.” He answered, sure of himself. 
“Yes, I do. I really do.” I answered, sure of myself and not giving up. 
“Because I really don’t think you want my dick near your ass,” He threw out there casually, making my face go red. I looked the other way, staring at San’s side of the room that seemed so fascinating right now. “Exactly.” He said calmly, laying his head back down on the pillow. I cleared my throat, rolling over to face away from him again, not having an answer to that. I really didn’t think he had an actual reason. 
A half hour later, I was still wide awake. Wooyoung’s comment still on my mind. It had suddenly occurred to me that I was in bed with a man, a real man. An attractive man, at that. It would be so much easier if he was ugly and I didn’t find him attractive. I had always been turned off because of his snarky comments, so I never really stopped to look at how attractive he was. But seeing him today, being so considerate and concerned for me, it really affected me. I hadn’t seen that side of him before, and I liked it. I rolled over, looking at his sleeping face over my shoulder. He was out cold, snoring loudly now. I went back to admiring his features, being less scared of him waking up now. I leaned up on my elbow, still looking at him. His snoring had slowed, almost stopping, but he still seemed asleep, so I wasn’t worried. 
I soon realized that was a mistake, when his eyes opened and he was looking right at me. My eyes widened, but didn’t leave his face. He didn’t say anything, just looked back at me. We sat there, just staring at each other for a while, neither of us saying anything. The air got more tense, both of us intently eyeing the other. Our faces were close, too, maybe 6 inches apart. I could see all the small scars on his face and the different shades of brown in his eyes. 
Wooyoung suddenly licked his lips, swallowing hard. His eyes drifted over my face, looking like he was deep in thought. He pushed himself up on his pillow, his eyes scanning between mine. He leaned forward suddenly, me almost closing my eyes to kiss him, but he surprised me when he wrapped an arm around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. He stopped just before our lips met, still looking me in the eyes, our faces about 3 inches apart now. I couldn’t tell what he was waiting for, so I closed the distance between us, connecting our lips. He tensed a little, not expecting me to make the first move. But he relaxed into the kiss soon after, kissing me back. He pulled back a few seconds later, scanning my eyes again. I stayed still this time, not knowing what to do. He pulled back, so I wanted him to make the next move. 
“Don’t sleep in Hongjoong’s room tonight.” His voice was low, still rough from his nap. 
“Well, I’m not sleeping in here with San.” I immediately blurted out, not even thinking about what he was actually implying. He just didn’t want me sleeping with another man. 
He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “I’ll kick him out for the night, you’re staying with me.” 
“No,” I disagreed. “I will not give that man another reason to hate me. Think of something else.” I didn’t want to leave his side either, but I had to protect my life from San. 
“I’m starting to think you just don’t want to stay with me.” He narrowed his eyes jokingly, but with a hint of concern. 
“I do,” I lightly smacked his chest. “I just don’t want San to have another reason to hate me. I’d rather sleep alone than die.” 
“Why are you so scared of him? He’s not mean.” Wooyoung laughed at me. He didn’t understand what San could have done to make her so scared of him. 
“Well,” I started thinking. “He hasn’t done anything specific, but I can tell he doesn’t like me. And the feeling is completely mutual.” 
“Then, tonight will be your opportunity to get to know him. You’ll be sleeping in here like we originally planned.” He smiled at me. He was not letting the girl go back to Hongjoong’s room, but he didn’t want to sleep on the couch with her. 
“Fine, but if he tries to kill me, you’re responsible.” I pointed at him accusingly, making sure he knew I was serious. 
“I won’t let him anywhere near you,” He rolled his eyes again at me. “Now, let me kiss you again before everyone comes back.” He grabbed the back of my neck again, pulling my lips against his again. The kiss was longer this time, turning into a make out session. 
Once it started getting really heated, he rolled over, pushing me onto my back and leaning over me. But it didn’t last long, as the door opened and he shot off of me, landing next to me on the bed. Our eyes shot to the door, looking for who walked in. 
San stood there, staring blankly at me. I froze like a deer in headlights, not knowing what to do. I heard Wooyoung swallow hard next to me, not knowing what to do either. After a moment of long silence, San finally moved. He entered the room, setting down his bag and walking straight into the bathroom. After a few seconds, we heard the shower running. Me and Wooyoung let out the breath we were both holding. 
“See? You were scared, too.” I looked at him, glaring. 
“No, I wasn’t.” He defended himself poorly, looking away from me. 
“Yeah, I’m not staying here tonight. I’m scared of him, and you are, too.” I went to get up, wanting to return back to Hongjoong’s room now that he was probably back. 
Wooyoung, seeming to sense where I was going, grabbed my arm and pulled me back onto the bed. “No, come on. Just stay for a little longer. I won’t make you stay the night if you really don’t want to.” 
I stopped my movements. I really did want to stay with Wooyoung, I really wanted to keep making out with him. But with San being in the same room, I wouldn’t survive longer than 5 minutes. His blank look alone is enough to give me a heart attack. Wooyoung would be fine if we didn’t spend the night together, although he’ll pout a lot. 
We settled back into the bed, simply cuddling. We didn’t want San to come out of the shower and see us making out again. We were just talking casually, about our lives before all this mess, and how we grew up. 
The shower suddenly stopped running, both of us freezing and waiting for San to come out. He did soon after, wearing nothing. Not even a towel was wrapped around his waist. Wooyoung’s hand shot over my eyes while my mouth fell open in shock. 
“Hey, come on. There’s a lady here.” Wooyoung shouted at him, San simply ignored him and grabbed his clothes from his closet to get dressed. “I know you’re used to doing that when it’s just us, but don’t walk around naked when there’s a woman here.” Wooyoung attempted to scold him, getting no response from the other man. I stayed still, keeping Wooyoung’s hand over my eyes. I didn’t want to see anything, at all. 
San finished getting dressed, and Wooyoung lowered his hand off my eyes. As soon as me and San’s eyes met, he decided to speak, “You could walk around naked,” He looked at Wooyoung. “And then we’ll be even.” My mouth once again fell open in shock and I turned my body toward Wooyoung more, not liking San’s eyes on me. 
“San, what the hell? No!” Wooyoung looked at him like he was crazy. He never made comments like that. What had gotten into him? He froze, realizing why San was acting so weird around her. He liked her, he thought she was attractive. He paled at the thought, pitying any girl that the man took interest in. He had been sharing a room with San long enough to know how the man treated women, and he wasn’t going to let that happen with the one in his arms. Not that he really had anything to worry about, the woman was terrified of San. 
“What the fuck is going on?” Hongjoong appeared at the door. He hated when they yelled inside, it was even a rule to not do it. So if they were yelling, something must be going on. 
San’s eyes didn’t leave me as Wooyoung told him what happened. Hongjoong glared sharply at San, telling him to stay away from me for the rest of the time I was staying with them and for me to leave the room. The walk down the hallway was silent, only the sound of our feet on the floor being heard. We entered back into Hongjoong’s room, him shutting the door and sighing, sitting on the bed. 
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with San. He usually doesn’t act like that.” I simply nodded, not knowing how to reply. I was left speechless a lot today, in so many different situations, too. “I’d like you to stay away from him, please. Don’t even go into their room if you can avoid it. I don’t want to tell you what to do, but it would be best for your safety.” I nodded again, sad because that meant I couldn’t spend any time in Wooyoung’s room with him. 
He took my silence as an answer, going to grab some things from his desk and a duffel bag on the floor, “I have business to go to, so I’ll be gone for most of the night. Try to get some sleep.” He spoke while gathering his things. 
“Do you have to go?” I asked, even more scared to sleep alone now. He eyed me weirdly, wondering why I was asking him that. I realized he may misinterpret it, quickly correcting myself. “I mean, I just don’t want to be alone.” 
He nodded, heading for the door. “Okay.” He mumbled. I stared at the open door in shock, did he really just leave when I said I was scared to be alone? 
After a few seconds, he still hadn’t come back. I gave up, grabbing a change of clothes from one of my bags and going into the bathroom to change. 
When I came out, I screamed, scaring the man laying on the bed. “What the hell are you screaming for? It’s just me.” Wooyoung covered his ears, being dramatic. 
“Well, I didn’t expect someone to be in here, much less you.” I glared at him, taking my old clothes over to my bags and setting them next to it. “Why are you here anyway?” 
“Hongjoong said you didn’t want to be alone, so he said I could stay here tonight with you. And he took San out with him, so he’s not here to bother you for most of the night.” I relaxed hearing his explanation, climbing into the bed with him. “Now,” He started. “Where were we earlier?” He leaned in to kiss me again, but I stopped him with a finger on his lips. 
“We’re not making out in Hongjoong’s bed. Absolutely not.” I said, grossed out about the idea. I wouldn’t want to find out that someone made out in my bed, so I’m sure he wouldn’t want to find out that either. 
Wooyoung, however, didn’t see this the same way I did. He sighed at me, frustrated. It was one thing after another stopping him from having a moment with the girl. “Then, what do you suggest we do?” He looked boredly at me, waiting for me to suggest something. I looked around, realizing there wasn’t much to do. But I wanted to stay in the bedroom just in case Hongjoong and San came back early. I yawned, answering his question. “Let’s just get some sleep, then. You’ve had a long day.” He moved closer to me, wrapping a hand around my shoulder and rubbing my hair. I laid my head on his chest, his breaths and his hand in my hair lulling me to sleep quickly. Wooyoung looked down at the sleeping girl, feeling even more guilty about what he had dragged her into. Now, he was getting emotionally attached, and he didn’t seem to be the only one.
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abandoned-anemoia · 1 year
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Ateez Mafia Moodboard
☯ Pairing: none (more feminine, I'm sorry) ☯ Genre: mafia? ☯ Warnings: guns, kidnapping, mafia themes ☯ A/N: These aren't as good as my other mafia moodboards.. Also, there isn't a whole lot of representation of POC or plus sized people in this.. I apologize. Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings! ☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.
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♡Seonghwa♡
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♡Hongjoong♡
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♡Yunho♡
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♡Yeosang♡
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♡San♡
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♡Mingi♡
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♡Wooyoung♡
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♡Jongho♡
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sinnertae · 2 years
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Hitman!Yeosang - Deadpool
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Pairing: Yeosang x Hitman!Y/N
Words: 840
It was past midnight. You were in your bed, hugging a pillow, as you heard the hard soles of his shoes hitting against the floor. You've learned his name just yesterday, when one of your IT guys saw a poster with your face and a big number just under it.
Now everyone knew who the infamous Artemis is, how does she look like. Artemis, one of a kind. You were the only hitman, or shall I say hit-woman. Poisoned arrows were your signature, with red feathers at the end.
You were no longer safe, and could not stay in the tiny flat you lived in for the past three years. You left most of your things behind, your suitcase was stuffed with different knives, and bolt heads' forms.
You have not changed your location for a week now, and people from the dark web seemed to have forgotten about the price for your head. Maybe you can finally stop moving out every two days. 
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6 M O N T H S L A T E R
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He was coming back each night, holding a Black Glock. You on the other hand were holding onto the knife under the pillow. Your heart was calm, it was not the first time someone was aiming a gun at you. It took him half of a year to find you, and he finally did, but each night he could not bring himself to pull the trigger.
After six months of hiding, and killing all the young, inexperienced hitmen you have made peace with the fact that you can not kill them all and there will always be someone on your tail. You had to go as far as killing your IT guys - they knew too much. It was nothing personal, it's only about survival.
You have rolled onto your back, letting go of the knife. As usually he was dressed in black long coat, hat and a face mask. The hand in which he held the gun was covered by a leather glove.
"Do you like watching people while they are sleeping, or am I getting a special treatment?" You sassed, getting more comfortable in your bed as you waited for his reply.
Silence.
"Your head is still worth a lot of money." He says suddenly, sending chills down your spine. "Do you have any idea who's standing behind it?"
"No, and I don't care anymore. I can not outrun you all." You scoffed, sitting up as you reached for the knife once again. You may not be able to kill them all but if he came here for a little chit-chat you as well can kill one more and live another few months.
"I did not come here to kill you." He lowers his gun. "I came with an offer. My name is Kang Yeosang and my initials are on the dead pool as well." When he sat on the edge of your bed, you jumped into action. You kneeled behind, grabbing his jaw with your free hand as you press the knife against his neck.
"Why should I trust you?" You hissed in his ear, putting more pressure on the blade.
"Cuz without me, you have no chance, and only I can help you, and only you can help me." Yeosang carefully took your hand in his and pulled the knife away from his neck. "I will send the picture of your dead body to the man who had put you on the dead pool, and you are going to do the same. We will take the money and disappear for a while until we figure out who wants us dead." 
You had no reason to trust him, but at the same time you had no chance without him. The blade fell out of your hand onto the ground as you crawled back under the covers.
"Fine. We will do it tomorrow. I may play dead, but still I need my beautify sleep." You said, hugging a pillow to your chest. "I won't hesitate to kill you if you start acting suspicious. You can sleep on the couch."
In the morning, you have started with the characterization on your neck. Kang is known from his precise knife cuts, so you agreed that he "killed" you by slitting your throat open.
You worked in silence, sitting at the wooden table in your kitchen. A small mirror on a stand was before you as you applied the wax onto your neck, making it look like skin. From time to time your eyes were looking over the glass, checking on the man who was still asleep. Kang Yeosang was in your living room.
A shiver of uneasiness ran down your spine when you saw his knifes laying on the floor next to the couch he was occupying. He tortures people before killing them. You thought, looking back at your reflection, deciding on adding a few bruises here and there, so the whole thing with your death would look real.
After all it's the first time you are disappearing this way.
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-> Mafia!San
M a s t e r l i s t
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atinyreads · 3 months
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sobbing wheeping squelching giggling ATEEZ FIC RECOS !
@atinyreads
note: these were supposed to be a part of my previous post but tumblr said i already reached the limit :( nonetheless, here are the rest of my favorites and my recent reads <3
note: don’t forget to support (reblog/comment) the blogs who write them ^^ i do not own any of the following recommendations.
cw: some fics contain themes that might trigger you read at your own risk
genre: contains angst, smut, fluff, yandere, and mafia themes.
Hongjoong
just a phone call away by @makeitmingi
drive to survive by @bvidzsoo
love, tailored by @arafilez
only look at me by @pyramid-of-starrs
our destiny by @mi-rae07
the captain’s favourite by @edenesth
Seonghwa
from the cradle to the grave by @prodsh00ky
fire and water by @wooyoungiewritings
yandere seonghwa by @mymoodwriting
dancing with the devil by @bro-atz
your desire by @bvidzsoo
the thing about pretty boys by @wonusite
blinding pavlov by @seohwang
we know by @baek-at-it-again95
like crazy by @gyupinkys
extraterrestrial rated by @latte-fairytaekwoon
idol seonghwa x actress reader trope by @skyechild (idrk why the username isn’t popping out 😭)
Yunho
four seasons of love by @starillusion13
let’s get physical, physical by @bro-atz
who? by @todomochi-uwu
the duke’s weakness by @edenesth
Yeosang
bf yeosang by @darkphoenix07
secret relationship au by @ateezmakemeweep
mafia au by @mingsolo
winter blossom by @atzfilm
angst/fluff reaction by @ateez-writings
moonlight by @miaatiny
San
sex after argument by @darkphoenix07
time’s the charm by @jaehunnyy
morning sex by @destiny-fics
let’s get physical, physical by @bro-atz
jealousy sex by @k-hotchoisan
limitless by @sorryimananti-romantic
the jealousy game by @emeraldelysian
underneath the moon by @hee0soo
blue bird by @seonghwaddict
Mingi
who? by @todomochi-uwu
burning desire by @mi-rae07
fight or flight by @mint-yooxgi
Wooyoung
heavy is the head that wears the crown by @bvidzsoo
siren!wooyoung by @ohmyamor
12:45 by @jinisnuggets
home for the holidays by @highvern
pitiful, you’re pitiful by @songmingisthighs
blue bird by @seonghwaddict
Jongho
torn patience by @thenewblackcanvas
needy jongho by @cuddlyjongho
regret by @mi-rae07
OT8
want you back by @whimsicalwritingsandmore
poly ceo ateez by @atinycafe
Other fic recs !
NEWS FLASH! Best release in kpop history:
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xxcheesekimchi · 7 months
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#FICREC
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🌸 ୨✩୧ Favorite Author These people fed my delulu mind
@skzonthebrain @therhythmafterthesummer @seospicybin @ateezmakemeweep @a-soft-hornytiny @comet-falls @imagine-a-life-like-this @cb97breathing @hwajin @tasteracha @jinhyun @tasteleeknow @sluttywoozi @dairyminki @zoe8stay
୨✩୧ Fic/Story/Series/One Shot ୨✩୧
🌸🌸 STRAYKIDS FIC REC LIST 1 LIST 2
🌸🌸 ATEEZ FIC REC LIST
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nrqsvns · 1 month
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— 250224!
your boyfriend was teaching you how to ride his motorcycle. it was scary at first, but you decided to give it a go.
"jump up, honey." yeosang patted the seat of the bike. "hold both handle bars."
you did as he said, feeling nervous as you did.
"woah.." you wobbled a little as you moved.
he smiled. "It's alright, i've got you."
"now, i'm gonna start it up for you and then you do exactly as i showed you before. is that okay, dear?" he put the helmet on your head.
"yes, i think so." you mumbled through the visor.
"i'm going to be here the whole time, you'll only start slow." yeosang started the bike up.
the sound from the bike was loud and it startled you a little, maybe. yeosang slowly pushed you and you gripped the handles tighter.
"easy baby, be steady.." he carefully held your back.
"i can't believe i'm doing this." you said, laughing out of nervousness and excitement.
"you're doing so well, and you don't have to worry at all..." he spoke. "i've got you."
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justaaveragereader · 2 months
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I Hate You
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Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: Dom!Hwa, Toxic Hwa, Sadistic Hwa he’s just a huge red flag tbh , Mafia!Hwa, Hate Sex, Sub!Reader, Spit, Name Calling, Passing Liquid From One Mouth To Another, Degradation, Oral (Giving), Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Choking, Angsty, Manhandling, If I Missed Anything…👀Lemme Know👏🏼!
A/N: Hear me out…some about Hwa with a damn grill gone do it for me EVERY TIME! Him and that dang fur coat is giving mafia, if you disagree…you are blind. I was listening to Amy Winehouse ‘You Know I’m No Good.” and instantly thought of this for Hwa! Then I saw the unit pic him and Hongjoong took where Hwa is wearing black and white with that sleazy, smoldering look on his face and internally screameddddd! I swear ever since bouncy Hwa plagues my mind faithfully😔, I’m down bad fr. Also this isn’t fully proof read so if there is some mistakes…💀 my bad yall.
✍️Masterlist✍️
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“Fuck you Park Seonghwa.” You spit through gritted teeth, both cheeks squished between one of his lackey henchmen.
“Give me the word boss, and I’ll end her pretty ass right here.”
Letting out a deep chuckle, man spreading even further in his chair, long brown fur coat draping against his seated figure. Letting out a click of his tongue. He snaps his fingers, the henchmen immediately let go of you. Your figure smacks the floor with a loud thud.
“You do have quite the mouth on you.” He says through laughter. Mocking you, like you are the scum of the earth. His eyes cut through you like sharpened glass. Your eyes shoot up briefly taking in his figure. Shirt unbuttoned right below his pecks, showing quite a bit of skin. Adjusting himself, you realize he’s bricked up against his jeans, the fabric dancing with different material down both pant legs. Was this fucker really getting off seeing you in misery?!
“I like them mouthy, it turns me on.” Getting up from his lax state in the chair, he makes his way over to you. You clench your face in disgust as he walks closer to you, shoes echoing with each step. You’ve seen this man in the daylight, and would never assume he was a monster by night.
His henchmen stand still almost like toy soldiers. Not daring to move an inch. This single man held so much power in just his aura it felt almost suffocating. Intoxicating…he’s got the type of power you could get drunk off of. Flicking his head to the side the group of men quickly file out. Leaving you and Seonghwa alone in the back of the warehouse.
“You wanted to see me.” He pauses his sentence, lifting his hands up, turning in a slow circle so you can soak in his full presence.
“Bask it in princess, because here I am, in the flesh.” He says almost too cocky for your liking. Smacking your lips at his over the top response. You roll your eyes, finding anything but him to look at, refusing to stroke his god-like ego.
“Now the real question is, I heard you were looking for big ol’ bad me.” He says through a pout, inching his way closer and closer to you. He moved swiftly, and was just as smooth as a snake.
Squatting down to your level, he places his hand on your jaw making you look at him. Your eyes burn holes into his. Lips drawn up tightly, almost snarling at him like you are kind of wild animal. Your veins can’t help but be filled with hate for this man. You hate that you seek him out, you hate how perfect he is in your eyes, you hate how he can do no wrong, you hate how hard you fell for him. You aren’t supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa, no one was supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa.
“Why are you looking for me? Aren’t you done with me?” He says nonchalantly. You feel like he’s spitting on you, like he’s showing you nothing but disrespect, like you mean nothing to him.
“Shut the fuck up.” You grit out, trying your best to move your face out of his grip, but he’s stronger than you. Making your head swoon with his strength, he was a no good for nothing man, but you were drawn to him. A true damsel in distress.
“Ooo I like when you talk nasty to me, it gets me hard. Real hard…” he says practically breathless, clearly he was turned on. He had been bricked since he saw his men toss carry your fighting body in the warehouse.
“I fucking hate you.” You spit at him. Words laced with venom. Laughing in your face, this was your routine with him. You say you hated him, how you weren’t looking for him, which lead to fucking, and him kicking you out. You’ve both danced with routine before.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop asking about me, stop looking for me.” He says kindly, but you know there is another layer to his soft spoken words. He's so unbothered at your hate for him, so sick and twisted in the mind that it fuels his body. Your eyes just cut to him, before rolling, darting away from him again. You didn’t want to admit out loud, nor give him the satisfaction of admitting that you were looking for him.
“Don’t look away from me y/n.” He states firmly. Gripping your face tighter, eyes flickering with games beneath them. Your eyes shoot back to him, almost annoyed at him.
“You hate me so much right? Then quit asking for me, quit looking for me.” He spits, making you wince after each word he speaks to you. Your eyes water slightly, moving your eyes to look to the side you were not going to give him any satisfaction.
“I hate you more than you can imagine Park Seonghwa.” Your whisper out loud, he can hear the broken record playing in your voice. The routine you constantly bestow on him.
“You know who I am, and you know just exactly what I do. So don’t shed any tears for me.” Shoving your face slightly back, he stands up, moving to sit back back on his chair. You watch as his fur coat sways from side to side as he plants himself on his chair. That crooked smile of his, gracing his face. You were disposable to him.
Your eyes watch his every move, popping open a bottle of liquor he takes a swig, shooting it down his throat like it was water. Smacking his lips obnoxiously, as he keeps eye contact with you. It was a battle in dominance that you knew you would lose. Leaning back in his chair, with the bottle resting between his legs. Your eyes slowly trace his body, soaking in every thing about this twisted man. Your body screamed for this man, your heart cried for him. You feel a flush of heat in between your legs at his cocky demeanor. With each sip of liquor he takes, he makes sure to keep eye contact with you while he shoots the tart liquid down. You catch a sly smile of his before he tips the bottle to slowly drip liquid down his chest.
With his head slightly cocked back he watched you through hooded eyes. His Matz neck tattoo sticking out like a sore thumb.
“Go on now princess, lick it up.”
You watched as the liquor ran down his body, drenching his neck and abdomen. Your eyes flicked down to his stomach, slowly traveling up his neck, meeting his eyes. Park Seonghwa was no good, you knew he was no good, hell, even he knew he was no good but that didn’t stop you. It didn’t stop the feeling of need growing in your core. With a smack of your lips you get on your hands, as you were still on the floor, slowly making your ways towards him, degrading yourself even further for him. Hands coming up to rest against his clothed thighs. Hard on staring you right in the face, thick at the base, with a lean to one side. Your fingers brush over it, trailing the thick vein that pulsates. His grin takes over his whole face, checkmate.
While he’s slack against the chair, man spreading so you fit in between his legs, he looks down at you. Grill twinkling in the poor fluorescent lights, he looks like trouble. His eyes say more than his own words do.
“Go on now sugar, be a good girl and put that tongue to use.” He says through a small chuckle, chest vibrating with each laugh.
“I know that pretty mouth is good for more than saying how much you hate me.”
You lick your lips slightly, before inching your body closer to his, your heated tongue comes into contact with his abdomen. Licking the liquor that remained there. The flavors makes your mouth water, while liquor was never your vice. Park Seonghwa was. He grips the handles of his chair, the feeling of your warm, soft tongue on his skin was like a reward. You were practically waving the white flag in his face. He won, he always wins.
Your tongue dips between each individual ab muscle, making sure not to leave any inch of skin uncovered. He tasted like heaven, yet you know this was far from it. As you inched further down his body you come right below his belly button. His happy trail right beneath your tongue, eliciting a loud groan out of him. He comes to cup the back of your neck, encouraging you to go lower. The fur from his coat tickles the sides of your arms, fingers on the button of his jeans, giving him a once over again you pop the button. Shimmying his pants down to his thighs his hard cock springs out, of course he was going commando. You stare up at him in disgust, jealousy lies beneath your skin.
His hand grips the back of your neck firmly, almost like he’s a mother cat, snatching his kitten up. He stares at you from beneath his nose. Taunting you, getting off at your misery. His member jumps slightly at seeing you in such a distressed state.
“I knew you were coming today ma. I knew you were going to warm my cock, so I thought why not forgo the boxers.”
You swallow loudly, gulping down the jealousy you were harboring. You should feel dirty, disgusted at the fact he knew you’d warm his leaking cock. Yet you can’t help but feel a swell of pride in your chest. He was waiting on you.
“You must’ve been pretty excited to see me.” You say, not looking him in his eyes but your voice gives you away. The small cracks and whimpers that leave your mouth are enough to know he’s got you in his trap per usual.
His black hair framed his face perfectly, the poor lighting made him look like he descended from heaven. Gripping his hard cock, you move the pre cum around the tip of it. Letting the back of your neck go, he leans back, watching the scene in front of him unfold. The feeling of your soft padded thumb on the tip of his head made him let out a groan. Black hair falling in front of his face.
Gathering all the spit in your mouth you slowly let it drop on his cock, the cool contrast to his hot member has him hissing, like the true snake he is. You lower your body, your soft lips engulf the tip. Giving it a few sucks, tossing his head back he grips the arms on his chair so tightly you watch his knuckles turn white. You look up at him through your lashes, it’s like he has sensors any time your eyes are on him. Biting his lip he says through a breathy chuckle..
“It’s been a while ma, take it easy on poor me.”
Your pussy flutters at the thought of him not giving himself to anyone but you, women threw themselves at Seonghwa, hell, even men threw themselves at Seonghwa. Times like this are when your head gets filled with disappointment but your heart gets filled with joy. Popping off his cock you lick a stripe up his leaking member, tasting the saltiness of him. Your mind clouds with thoughts…were you the last person he was with? Did he truly wait for you? The thoughts are too loud in your head, and Seonghwa notices. Brushing a thumb over your cheek, it breaks the spell on you. Crashing you down to reality.
“I’m not doing this.” You whisper out, brushing your hands off on his fur coat. You stand up, dusting your knees off. Looking him straight in the eye.
“I’m not dealing with your mind games Seonghwa!”
Everytime you raise your voice a higher octave his cock bobs up and down. The spit still pooling on his waiting cock, wrapping his own hand around it, he slowly strokes himself up and down watching your frantic figure yell at him.
“Mind games? What mind games?”
“Fuck you Seonghwa! You know exactly what I’m talking about! You fuck with my mind! You tell me to stay away from you but then you fill my head saying shit like ‘oh it’s been a while’, you know exactly what you do!” Yelling so loudly it bounces off the warehouse walls, echoing down the room. Not caring if his tin soldiers hear. Letting out a quiet laugh he looks up at you through hooded eyes, eyes so pitch black they swallow up his pupil.
“You know what I am, you know exactly who I am.” He says while continuing to stroke his cock, getting hard at the thought of you yelling at him, causing such a big fuss for lil ol’ him.
“You are such a piece of shit you know that?”
Biting his lip he leans forward, almost taunting you. Stomach muscles contracted with how fast he was close to reaching his peak.
“You are all bark and no bite, you hate me so much. Always screaming how you hate me but you always come crawling back. You hate me or you hate the thought of being without me?” He says matter of factly, hitting the nail right on the head. Steam is practically radiating off your body. Letting out a huff you march over to him, snatching the liquor bottle from his side, taking a long drink from it, before hovering over him. Sticking out his tongue, you let the liquor splash into his mouth, and down his throat. Shoving his upper body back, you slap his hands away. Shoving your pants down to your ankles before stepping out of them. Ripping the shirt over your head. Placing each of your thighs on the outer side of his legs, hovering over his waiting member.
“You taste so good.” He says through a whisper, licking his lips, drinking down any leftover liquid you splashed in his mouth. Grabbing the empty liquor bottle he takes another swig, groaning as you slowly lower your sopping wet pussy onto his waiting cock. He fills you wall to wall. Deliciously just like the last time. Gripping you by the back of your neck, he brings you close to his face, the tips of your noses brush against each other.
“You know I’m trouble, you know I’m no good, but here you are on my cock. Admit it baby..” he says, slapping your ass cheek real hard with his free hand. Bringing your naked chest to his own, the bottom half of his shirt brushes your lower stomach, making your body liter with goosebumps. He was practically fully clothed while you were stripped down for him.
“You hate me so much because I’m all you want.”
Pulling you back by the neck so there is distance between the both of you. His hand grips your ass, beginning to move you slowly up and down his cock. The fill of him has your mind on cloud nine. You want to wipe that smirk off his face but you know he’s right. Your heart tugs when he’s near.
“I’m all you need, you want me to survive. Think I’m going to run away with you? Hang this life up for you?” He says through grit teeth, ending his sentence with a slight laugh, mocking you. Not even sparing to sell you a dream because you’ve already sold yourself one. You should’ve known by now you can’t change a man, and he was not just any man. He was Park Seonghwa. You start working your hips to meet his thrusts, picking up speed as your walls get custom to his thick size in your cunt.
Squelching noises fill the warehouse, you both are breathing each other in. His eyes glimmer every time you slam your hips down on him. Tossing his head against the back of the chair, he grabs both of your ass cheeks slamming you down even harder into his length, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each slam. Tossing your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself while you bounce around like a doll for him. Letting one of your ass cheeks go, he grabs the bottle of liquor.
Pouring it on your naked chest, he sticks his warm tongue against your heated skin, trying to slurp up the liquor that’s coated on your flesh. His cool lips, mixed with his warm tongue, has you mewling. Gripping the sides to his chair, you bounce faster up and down on his cock. Leaning your head back, you are in heaven right now. Licking a stripe up your neck, he laughs into your neck. You can feel him pulsate in your soft walls. The coolness of his grill has your pussy clenching down hard on him. He’s so deep in you that you can practically taste him in your mouth. The pleasure bringing you a whole new feeling has your eyes filled with tears of pleasure.
“Talked all that shit earlier, look at you now, bouncing on my cock like you have no fucking sense.”
You let out a pathetic cry, tilting your head back you try to take in as much air as you can. Every stroke up it feels like he’s knocking your lungs loose, your body burns with the constant need of this man. Biting your lip you look down at him through your lashes, trying your best to keep your eyes on him, scrunching your face, attempting to toss him a smug glare.
“Go on baby..fu-fuck. Tell me how much you hate me, it makes my dick hard.” He grits out with a chuckle watching you bounce up and down on his cock. Your hips still at the tip of his cock, as he clutches your ass, pistoning into you. The wet sound of his cock hammering away at you, has your eyes rolling, you are on the brink of an orgasm.
“Oh my god.” You moan loudly, nails digging into his clothes shoulders. Diving his face into your chest, he sucks and nips your skin, leaving small marks behind on the plush of your breast. Your mouth falls open, jaw going slack. Taking the opportunity he places his pointer and middle finger in your mouth, tugging down your jaw with his fingers.
“You are a fucking dick head.” You mumble out with your mouth full of his fingers, drool begins to pour landing over your breast that are flying in his face. His eyes briefly roll back, letting out a groan he pulls you closer to his face by your bottom jaw, wiggling his fingers in your mouth.
“Awww I’m a dickhead, yet you are drooling all over this dickhead.” He says through a chuckle, one harsh particular thrust has you practically biting down on his fingers. Letting out a low breathy moan, he removes his fingers from your mouth crashing his lips against yours, his grill clinking against your teeth. His hands travel to your ass again bouncing you faster. Your toes curl on the sides of his thighs, his grip on you is bruising, the wet skin slapping against his upper thighs. Tears fill your eyes once more at your orgasm building up
“I told you I was trouble, you know that I’m no good but look at you, bouncing on my cock like a bitch in heat.” He moans against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip, running his tongue along it, the taste of him on your mouth was sending you over. Tears overflowing from the pressure build up.
“Go on, tell me how much you hate me.” He grits wrapping a hand on the back of your neck in a possessive manner.
“Because you do, right? Hate me so much you wanna cry on this cock every night.” Slapping your ass harshly, feeling his heated hand print stinging on your skin you let out a choked out moan.
“Go on, tell me, I wanna hear you say it again. It turns me on.” He moans out, hips continuing into you, tears stream down your face, landing on his heated skin.
“I-I ha-hate you.” You say breathlessly, gripping his shoulders tighter. Your orgasm is at its tipping point with the way his cock is brushing against your cervix. Slapping your ass hard once more.
“Louder!”
“I ha-hate y-.”
“I can’t hear you!”
“I fucking hate you Park Seonghwa!” You scream at your orgasm tips over, clutching your fists into his shirt, hips immediately stopping, you fall over into Seonghwa chest pressed tightly against his very own while his hips continue to slam into your sopping cunt, your juices rolling down, soaking his jeans. Tossing his head back, his grip on you is bruising.
“Fuck Seonghwa, please!” You whimper out, your body is overly sensitive after your intense orgasm, and his bruising pace is making you more delirious.
“Fuck! Yes, yes yes!” His yells echoing in the entire warehouse without a second thought. With one final slam into your cunt he’s cumming deep in you, hips jerking up every couple of seconds to make sure you take every drop of him. His hands jiggle the meat off your flesh, before lightly rubbing where his bruising grip was.
Your heavy breathes are all that fill the room, pushing off his chest slightly, you groan at the feeling of his cum trickling out of you and around his member.
“You are so fucking stupid. I swear you are.”
He looks at you with one eye open, while the other remains shut from his post orgasmic bliss. With a deep chuckle, he pushes his black hair out of his face. Grabbing your chin between his fingers, bringing you close to his face. You stare him directly in the eyes, before the shimmer from his grill catches your eye.
“If you want me again for round two that’s all you have to say.” He whispers against your lips.
“Oh please, I barely enjoyed myself.” You say shoving him back by the chest, carefully removing yourself from his lap. You can feel his cum start to run down your inner thighs. Cutting your eyes at him you tug on the sleeve of his fur coat. Barely moving an inch he laughs at your frazzled state, pulling up his pants he buttons them again, watching your naked body move around quickly to find your clothes and put them on.
Just as you are buttoning your own pants. You hear the warehouse door slam open, the orange fur from the coat immediately catching your eye. Hongjoong is back…
“Oh..did I interrupt?” Hongjoong says, clearly unamused at Seonghwas actions.
“Hongjoong! You’re back early!” Seonghwa says, voice full of cheer.
Buttoning your pants all the way up, turning around all they see is the back of your shirt and pants as you walk away, feet practically stomping with each step.
“Fuck you Park Seonghwa!” You scream out, echoing so Hongjoong can hear.
“Seonghwa..” Hongjoong says quietly scolding him.
“Oh don’t you worry Hongjoong, she’ll be back!” He yells loudly, making sure that you hear him. Turning around you flip him off before continuing to stomp out of the warehouse.
“She always comes back..” he whispers quietly to himself as he watches your fleeing figure.
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"After all, you're my wife." | Choi San
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pairings: san x f.reader
genre: smut | fluff (if you squint)| +18 minors DNI
this is a mix between a poll and a request by @elfemi
summary: you marry san to make an alliance, and the agreement includes to live separate lives, but both of you seem to want each other (mafia!au)
word count: 3.4k
warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, san calls you his little pet, cursing, degrading, praising, unprotected sex (pls no), cum play, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, mentions of violence (not towards reader) and drugs -- lmk if I forgot anything
Enjoy! (;
There are two things you have very clear. Your dad is dead and you fucking hate Choi San. Inheriting the position of mafia leader was your birthright, your dad raised you to be that woman. However, not everyone wants to see a woman in such a powerful position, to their misfortune, you were the late mafia boss’s only child. 
When your father fell ill, you knew it was time to get your position as leader and boss secure. That meant allying with someone rich and powerful. You were surprised that all eligible bachelors were too old, too young, or not powerful enough. 
Theo was standing behind you as your eyes scanned the guests your dad’s most trusted assistant invited for a ‘get-together and mingle with the corrupt elite of the country. He had become like an uncle to you, a genuine part of the family. With his kind eyes, but cold demeanor, he is the perfect person to have your back. 
“What about him?” Theo said. 
“Ugh no…” 
“You can’t keep saying no to everyone. Choose or I will choose for you tonight,” your dad finally spoke. Eyes not looking at you. This is not his favourite idea ever, but it was necessary. 
You couldn’t picture yourself with any of these men, but it was your duty. So you tried your best to be somewhat amicable and get to like at least one of them. With your wine glass in hand, you decided to talk to your pursuers. They would throw themselves at your feet, showering with compliments, showing off their riches, and to be honest being completely obnoxious. This is not what you needed. You needed someone who you could make a deal with and live separate lives while keeping the façade of a marriage. 
Shit, this was going to be hard. 
The door opened and at that moment you knew something was off. The entire room fell silent when the man with broad shoulders and shiny black hair walked in. His face was expressionless, with high cheekbones, and not a trace of sympathy. You would think he would come to greet you, that’s the reason why he is there, but he just bows in your direction and walks over to the bar. 
The conversation around you resumed, whispers commented on the politician’s son. His father was a powerful drug lord who controlled one of the borders. No wonder he has so much influence. Your brain made a quick list of pros and cons, and so it seemed Choi San would be the right choice for you. 
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San was aware his father was a criminal but when he was pushed to marry you, he did everything he could think of to change his father’s mind. He begged he asked to be sent away, hell, he even asked for physical punishment. But Mr. Choi was a greedy, greedy man, and he saw in you an opportunity to be even greedier, richer, and more powerful. This was truly the perfect alliance. 
Your dad’s body wasn’t ever cold yet when San got the call and the whole marriage circus began to play. At least the ceremony would be short and he would get to move into his room in your mansion and get it over with. San only met you that one time, but he remembered very well how you looked. In one word, terrifying. You would make the perfect fake wife. 
San watched you walk toward him dressed in black, a dress that covered your legs right above the knees but left little to his imagination from the way the cleavage showed off your round and soft breasts. He just politely nodded at you. At the end of the day, there was nothing to celebrate, your dad was dead and he had to pretend to be your loving husband for the rest of his life or until something or someone killed him. 
With no kiss to seal the deal, San just signed the papers and tried to give you a smile, which was awkward. 
“I am sorry for your loss,” he said. 
You returned the smile, less awkwardly, and patted his shoulder. For a split second, San saw something in you, maybe kindness, but that was all forgotten when you two started living together. 
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“Yeah… fuck, don’t fucking stop, don't fucking—” your voice bounces on the walls, you are so close. 
“Ah.. ah!” the deep voice behind you moans as he cums way too soon. 
San closes his eyes across the hallway. Why do you have to be so fucking loud? To be honest, he wishes he could shut you up once and for all. Moving in with you was necessary, he understands that, part of the arranged marriage and your agreement. However, San never imagined how opinionated and bossy you could be. One thing was your role as the new mafia leader, another thing was you ordering him around the house like some unloved pet. 
Tonight, nonetheless, San wouldn’t take that anymore, so he did something unexpected. He left his bedroom and went looking for you. Was he out of his mind? Probably, you specifically instructed to ‘stay the fuck away’ and since your marriage was fake, you could find carnal pleasure with anyone you wanted. 
San walked out of his bedroom. His pajama pants hanging low, his shirt forgotten somewhere in his room. He still wore his reading glasses and his black hair was wet, and slicked back. Your bedroom door abruptly opens and an unfortunate man flies out of your room. He is in his underwear trying to flee the scene grabbing his clothes as your upset persona watches not too far from the door. San’s curious eyes find your figure, and my oh my, what on earth are you wearing? 
If San didn’t know any better he would be jealous of the thin piece of clothing that gets to touch your soft skin. You have no shame as you stand there in front of your husband. The peach, sheer dress dances loosely on your body, however, it shows off your beautiful body. San can see your nipples hardening under such a provocative piece of clothing as his eyes scan even further south to find the core of your intimacy unclothed. 
“Cat got your tongue?” you ask. 
“N-no, I was just… taking a break from reading. I couldn't focus,” he crosses his arms across his chest and something in you wonders how you never paid any close attention to those broad shoulders and itty bitty tiny waist. 
“Was I being too loud? Apologies.” 
“Not at all, I believe you can be louder… with the right encouragement.” 
The audacity. He can’t speak to you like this… he has never done something so daring. Your heart races and a familiar heat travels from your chest down to your legs. 
“Go to your room, San,” you scold him and close the door. 
San rolls his eyes. He has had enough of you bossing him around as if he was your puppy or servant. So on this night, Choi San decided something. He will make you see him for what he is, an important part of your alliance, a capable, fierce man, and your husband. 
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The days pass and you haven’t seen much of San. You haven’t seen him at all. Is not a surprise not to see him or know of him for a day or two, however, it’s been 9 days since you had your little after-hours encounter. You sit in front of various members of the cartel and trusted members of the mafia your father once led. Theo, your father’s favourite and now your confidant, continues to sit to the right of the boss, you. 
“We are losing territory, it’s like we don’t have enough people from our side…” one protests. 
“The matter is getting resolved. I suspect there is someone infiltrated in one of our negotiations or maybe lines have been tapped–” 
You are cut mid-sentence when the doors are almost torn from their hinges and your husband enters the room. He is agitated, pulling a beaten man by the collar of his crimson-stained shirt, the same crimson colour that decorates San’s knuckles and hands. The stranger is pushed and kicked to your feet, and you almost feel pity for his bruised face. 
“Sorry to drop in unannounced, love,” San starts, leaving that last word resonating in your head. “This little rat here has something to tell us, don’t you?” San walks over to him and pulls him by the root of his hair making his eyes meet yours. “Look at my wife when you speak, scum, or do I need to break the rest of your fingers one by one?” 
And now you see it, his left hand, disfigured, broken bones making his muscles swell under his skin. 
“Speak,” you command. 
“I– I know who’s been feeding information to Viggiano.” 
As soon as you hear the name you stand from your chair and grab his face. 
“You better start talking before you lose your tongue as well,” you look at the disheveled man, then back at San. His eyes have such an intense glare, you’ve never seen him like this. It makes the hairs on your back rise.
“Pl-please no, I–” as the man stutters he keeps looking past you, which makes you turn to see Theo standing right there. The kindness in his eyes was now replaced by threat and fear. 
“No…” a small gasp leaves your lips. 
“You are never going to be the right person to lead, everyone knows–” Theo starts. 
Slap! You can’t believe the speed at which your body moved to hit your so-called uncle across the face. Two of your guards grab him by the arms, waiting for your command, but San is quicker. He bumps the disheveled man’s head with the table, knocking him unconscious. Like a predator to its prey, he walks towards Theo. You don’t see it coming but one punch from San and Theo is coughing blood. 
“That’s enough, San. You can go now.” 
San is in disbelief, but he lets out a deep chuckle that makes you and your company know he is indeed annoyed by your decision. 
“I want his nose and ears cut off, for being a liar and an eavesdrop, send them to Viggiano,” you walk towards the door. “Sleeping beauty over there loses his tongue. I want them both dead by midnight… oh and let this be an example of what happens if you betray your boss,” you finally exit the room, listening to the ‘yes ma’ams’ behind you. 
The night seems to be the longest one you’ve ever lived. This is not the first tough decision you make, but this is the first time someone close betrays you, and it hurts. It hurts bad, so you cry in the loneliness of your room. You curse. You throw things around and you scream. Everyone has been instructed not to bother you, except for one person. 
“May I come in?” San’s voice is soft outside the door. 
“Leave me alone!” 
San enters your room regardless and nothing stops him from getting to you. He holds your wrists. 
“You need to stop bossing me around, I know you are upset but I am not your puppy or your slave.” 
“You disappeared for 9 days and came home with a big surprise. Great! But you mean nothing to me, Choi San, and I mean nothing to you! Just get out before I call the guards.” 
“Nothing to you? Nothing to me!?” he is even more shocked than before and you see in his eyes that look he gave you when you got married but now it is enhanced. It is sympathy. It is agony. It is lust, pain, and love. Deep down you know he means something to you or you would have him dragged out of your room in this very minute. 
You don’t get to answer when San’s lips are already on yours and you find yourself kissing this handsome man back. This handsome man is legally your husband, but you have never kissed before. His lips are hungry and wanting, making you thirst for him as your tongues collide and his needy hands cup your ass. 
“See how lovely it can be when you don’t boss me around and you shut up.” 
Fuck.
The wetness between your legs just grows and you have no words to answer back. His mouth is on your delicate neck, oh he needs to make a work of art here, your skin looks like it could bruise easily. San sucks on various points, his tongue lapping over the marks he leaves behind. Your moaning goes from soft to breathy and impatient. One of your hands reaches under your nightgown and San slaps it away. 
“No, love, you don’t get to relieve yourself until I fucking say so. Now be a good pet and strip for me, would ya?” 
You take off your clothes as fast as you can, pathetic. A week ago, San was just the most annoying housemate, a convenient inconvenience, but now you’re here naked in front of him. His eyes are dark scanning your body, planning how he is going to ruin you, and you are going to let him do as he pleases. 
“On your knees.” 
And you drop to your knees looking up at his adoring face with a wicked smile. He lowers his pants just enough for you to see his cock already leaking for you.
“Such a good pet, would you help me out?” 
You continuously nod and pull his pants further down. His cock is beautiful, perfect, just like him. Slightly curved, just the right thickness, and a bit longer than average. You spit on it and start with your hand, jerking him off, up and down, up and down. Without interrupting the pace you lick his balls and earn the most sensual moan from San’s lips. So you put your mouth to work. You put him between your wet needy lips and push him in, sucking, tasting all of him. San’s breath is heavier when you start bopping your head up and down. He suddenly grabs your hair and takes control, fucking your face and watching you take it. To his eyes, you were already so beautiful, but this is something else.
“See how beautiful you look with your mouth shut, so obedient, now be a good wife and take this cock.” 
You moan at his words, how can they make you so horny when you had no plan of sleeping with him. The vibrations in your throat send San spinning and he is too close to cuming, but not yet. He pulls out of your mouth and helps you up, and with a slap to your ass, he takes you to bed. He signals you to straddle him. You normally don’t like eye contact with your sexual partners but there is something about San that makes it different. 
“Fuck yourself on my cock and I only want to hear how good it feels, okay?” 
You sit on his cock slowly, letting yourself adjust to his length and girth. When you start to bounce on top of him, San has to use all of his willpower not to drill into you like some kind of wild animal, he can do that any other time if you let him. The way you are making him feel is ecstatic. Your tits moving up and down so close to his face he has to suck on them. The feeling of his tongue on your nipples makes you want to cry for pleasure. You let out a high-pitched moan.
“Words, little pet, I wanna hear them– fuck,” San throws his head back as your pace becomes quicker. He slaps your ass, once, twice. 
“I love it, I fucking love it, San… fuck. I like it right there, so fucking perfect. I want you to fucking split me in half,” you just let words out, words derived from the ecstasy of having his cock buried deep inside you. 
And that was the queue for San to let go and fuck you like he wanted. Like you wanted. He now fucks you faster than the pace you set earlier. His hands bruising your hips, the skin-to-skin contact adding even more passion, and his eyes… His eyes on yours making you feel his, making you feel safe, making you feel you can let go and– 
“Fucking shit, I’m gonna cum… fuckfuckfuck!” 
And San holds you while your body trembles and your high makes your brain explode into a thousand little particles of pure lust and sin. Fuck the way your heart races, you can hear it in your ears. He puts you on the bed and your reaction time doesn’t catch up with your brain when your legs are wrapped around his waist and he is entering you. 
“San…” you whisper. 
He stops. He is unsure if this is too much and he is willing to stop. 
“San, San, San…” you keep saying his name like a plead, a prayer to the heavens as your hips move forward. You want more. 
“Bet. No one. Ever. Fucked you. Like. This.” San says between thrusts so deep you can feel him in your cervix. “Look at you all fucked out, my obedient pet, taking my cock so well, wanting to cum again. Is that what you want?” 
You nod desperately, anything for another intense orgasm with him. You only want this with him. His hands touching you, his moans on your ears, his voice commanding you to cum again and again. 
This time San fucks you slower, you can feel every inch of him inside you as you clench around his erection encouraging him to keep going. He grabs your thighs to pull you even closer to him, angling your hips higher making you not say his name, but scream it. 
“Yes, fuck, keep saying my name just like that.” 
So you did as he entered you, ruining you for any other man who dared match him. You were his, the man who saved your life and fucks you into oblivion. Now you were close, so close to your climax and you needed to cum like oxygen itself. 
“You don’t get to cum without me, hold it like the good pet that you are,” he says struggling to make a coherent sentence, he was very close too. 
You try hard not to cum before he does, but looking at him sweaty, chasing his high, fucking you as no one has done before does something to you. Your hands squeeze your tits together while your eyes close, trying to last longer. San could have combusted with that sight alone. 
“Cum– cum now… fuck!” 
The tightness in your belly is now free as you both cum. It is so fucking loud that your head hurts. His seed spills deep inside you and if you felt full before, now it’s even better, your legs feel like gelatin. San gently places them down. You are thinking he will probably leave you to go back to his room but he does the unexpected. 
His thumb is over your extremely sensitive clit and two of his slender fingers push his cum back inside you. You scream closing your legs. He smiles. 
“You need to take it all, love,” that’s it… the dom session is over and he uses that word that makes your heart flutter. 
“I can’t.” 
San licks your clit, tasting the mix of both of your releases. His fingers thrust in slowly, slightly angling up until you squirm under his touch. 
“Ah, right there? You like it there, love?”
“Mmmm-ugh yesfuck…ah–” you babble. 
San continues his tortuous pace until he latches once again his mouth to your clit. You see stars, you don’t know how your body is taking this, it is so fucking good, he is so fucking good. The way he keeps you on edge and makes you want more and more. Fuck, you can’t even think and you feel your body about to orgasm but something is different. 
“San, San… stop. I’m gonna–” and you squirt, drenching him in your juices. 
“That’s a good girl.” He licks your entrance once last time before collapsing beside you, his arms open inviting you to rest on his broad and hard chest. 
“You are not allowed to sleep in the other room anymore. From now on you sleep here, okay?” 
“You’re ordering me around, but I will follow your command. After all, you are my wife,” he hugs you tightly. 
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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨ —this took me forever but I am in love with this san! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated and let me know if you would like to be part of the taglist.
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