#leedo fanfic

[thru-the-grapevine]

Irish Breakfast

Pairing: Kim Geonhak x reader

Summary: The man you have no business pining over makes an unexpected reappearance in your life, albeit in less-than-ideal condition.

Word Count: 4.6k

Tags: mafia au, blood/injuries (<- despite the tags the whole thing is still soft)

Author Notes: another submission for the Oneus Trope Bingo hosted by @oneusficevents ! This is for my “mafia au” square. I’ve never written anything like this before so I’m nervous to post, but I hope it’s enjoyable

Annoying, you think, that an entire beverage is going to remind you of a man you can’t have. Especially a beverage as widely versatile as tea.

You turn off the timer and go back into the kitchen, taking the teabag out of your mug. You’ve been branching out to new teas since the first evening you’d tried it in the safehouse, sampling them little by little. You now own a small village’s worth of tea boxes, after watching in horror as your best friend swiped her arm along the shelf of teas at the store and into your cart, insisting it was her treat. You’ve found you don’t care for straight green tea or matcha (green bean water, more like), but you like jasmine just fine, peppermint too. English Breakfast is okay, just not as malty, and chai is good if you add more cream than usual.

Tonight, though, you’re allowing yourself to Admit and Mope Over having feelings for a made man. Which, naturally, means your tea is his favorite, Irish Breakfast. You set the teabag in your spoon and wrap the string around it, wringing extra tea into the mug. You’ve gotten rather good at it with practice.

You turn to throw out the teabag when you hear a muted thump from somewhere in your apartment.

You stare, unmoving, at the teabag dangling in your hand over the garbage bin. It swings gently back and forth, and you try a deep breath. One, two, three four. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

By the end of the deep breath, no more noises have come. You drop the teabag in the bin and turn back to your mug, only partly aware of reaching for the sugar. Pal, chill out. Someone came home across the hall and dropped their groceries. The box of Christmas decorations finally teetered off the shelf in the closet. Kids down below jumped too high on their bed and whacked into the ceiling.

Your phone vibrates sharply against the counter, and you drop your spoon with a clatter. You crane your head aside to glance at the screen.

LEEDO: u can say no but do u mind if I stop by?

You snatch your phone clumsily and fumble to the app with live feeds of your security camera. A raven-haired man in office slacks and dress shirt is leaning heavily against your front door. As you watch, his knees buckle under him, and you hear another thump as he crumples against your doorframe.

“Shit,” you hiss. You drop your phone on the counter and hurry to the front door.

Geonhak catches himself heavily on the doorjamb as you ease the door open, a final defense against collapsing entirely.

“Hi,” he murmurs, sounding for all the world like he’s fine and not a man who can’t stay upright.

You drop to your knees, trying to figure out where it’s safe to touch him. His entire left side, from head to toe, looks to be spattered in blood.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, guiding his right arm over your shoulders. You brace your hand against his back, heaving upward.

You manage to stay balanced, most of his weight on you, and stumble back inside. You’re careful to keep your hand at the center of his back, away from the side that’s drenched in red.

He sags back against the door as you shut it again, relieving you of crutch duty. Flipping on the front hall light, you try to get a better look at him. His side is littered with bloody hand- and fingerprints—probably from staunching the blood flow, you take a guess. There’s so much blood, it looks like so much. The blood on his face has trickled down from a matted spot in his hair.

“What can I do?” You ask, surprised at how calm you sound. “What do you need?”

A corner of his mouth quirks slightly. “Just towels.”

His voice is cottony, so un-Geonhak-like. A sliver of ice sinks into the pit of your stomach.

“Just….” You take a tentative step back from him to see if he’ll stay upright. He leans more heavily against your front door, and your hands hover there in front of him. “Just….don’t move.”

You fly into the kitchen, feet barely touching the ground, and yank open the drawer of tea towels. You grab the entire stack and flip on the sink, running a few under cool water. Your eyes catch on your mug on the counter, and after a second you grab it and bring it all with you.

Geonhak’s face is tilted towards the ceiling when you return, eyes closed. A thin line of blood is slowly trickling down the side of his neck. In the light of the entryway, positioned as he is, he looks like a hero straight out of a classical painting. Lordy. No man has any business looking this good bleeding out.

You set the mug gently on the hall table next to him and close the distance with the towels.

His head drops back down, eyes opening at your approach, and you offer him a wet towel. He murmurs his thanks, taking it and mopping his neck and face roughly while you unfold a dry one.

You rake your gaze over him carefully, heart pounding. His hair has grown out a bit since you saw him last. You note in the part of your mind that isn’t panicking that it suits him, although everything suits Geonhak. Gingerly, you scrape your fingertips along his hairline, combing his hair off his face and checking for more injuries. His jaw works and his throat bobs once, and you replace his thoroughly bloodied hand towel with another damp one.

“‘Woong’s in Chinatown tonight, won’t be able to get here for a half hour,” Geonhak says as he works, and you realize he’s apologizing. “He’ll take me to the safehouse and out of your h—”

“Like hell he will,” you say, swapping him for another fresh towel. “Finish mopping up and we’ll take my car.”

“Hwanwoong will come get me,” Geonhak mumbles, eyes closing as he prods at the spot on his head.

“And I said like hell,” you reply, your free hand going to the buttons on his shirt. “This needs to…move…so you can get to the spot on—oh, don’t look at me like that, you’re bleeding.”

“Interesting way to ask me to take my shirt off,” he murmurs with a shrug, smile as dangerous to your pulse as ever as his free hand starts unbuttoning.

Once he’s undone the first four, you shove another damp towel inside and grip at the injured place on his side firmly, making him hiss. Serve him right, flirting while bleeding out on my doorstep.

“Hold this there, tightly. Be right back,” you say, taking another bloody towel from him and scooping up the others.

You pause for a second, then gesture at the mug of tea. “For you.”

Within moments, you’ve thrown the bloodied towels in the drum of the washer to deal with later and grabbed several other things on the way back.

Geonhak’s finishing a long sip of Irish Breakfast when you return. Wordlessly, you hand him a few ibuprofen. A smile plays at his lips as he accepts them and downs them with tea.

“Off,” you say as he sets the mug down, waving vaguely at his blood-sodden shirt. “I’ve got something clean.”

“It’ll just get dirty, too,” he says, already undoing the final few buttons and shrugging it away.

Any other time you would admire him shirtless, but your focus now lasers in on the injury. After all the blood he was wearing, it’s surprisingly smaller than you feared. “I don’t care if it gets dirty, too. I have my first aid kit—”

“Just—” he winces when he presses against his side wound too hard, then sighs softly, “just…if you’ll drive me to a safehouse, I’ll get Keonhee to patch me up.”

Ah yes. Keonhee. A trained medical professional. Someone of actual use to him. “Let me get my shoes.”

You watch from the corner of your eye as he takes the oversized hoodie you offer him and finagles it on gingerly. You’ve grown so accustomed to Geonhak in office attire that anything else looks unfamiliar on him. You’re right, though; anything suits him. Your heart doesn’t seem to notice the oddness, twisting at the knowledge that the hoodie is yours.

Your staring doesn’t escape Geonhak’s notice.

“Don’t usually wear this kind of thing,” he says as you exit the apartment together. He leans into you for security as you lock your door.

“And why not?” You ask, heading for the stairs at a stilted pace.

Your face bumps into his neck as he stumbles, and he swears and apologizes under his breath. Despite the clear excitement he’s had tonight, you notice he still smells like the pine and eucalyptus soap you’d seen in the safehouse shower. You immediately try to ignore this.

He shakes his head as you both begin slowly down the stairwell. “Not taken seriously in street clothes. Look too young.”

You can feel him wincing with each descending step, and you slow your pace, keep the hand at his back soothing.

“Well, who wouldn’t take you seriously right now?” You ask as you reach the exit. You pause to heave your free shoulder against the door when it sticks. “Now? When you’re bleeding a concerning amount?”

“I’ve had worse,” Geonhak says mildly, misstepping and staggering against you as you exit into the night. You catch him, free hand landing against the front of his torso, and you mumble an apology as he winces and straightens again.

“Surprised you survived with these reflexes,” you mutter, hobbling with him through the parking lot in the warm summer night air.

You lay a towel along the back of the passenger seat before Geonhak sits; blood sounds horrible to get out of a car. He wordlessly plugs an address into your GPS once you start the car, and then you’re on the road.

The car is quiet as you follow the first few directions, save for the occasional GPS voice. Geonhak extracts his phone from his back pocket, wincing all the while. He taps away at the screen, likely notifying the safehouse and Keonhee, as you follow the directions onto a street that sounds vaguely familiar.

“Should I, um. Worry about being followed?” You ask, glancing at the passing headlights in your rear view mirror.

“Mm-mm,” Geonhak says, shaking his head slightly and pocketing the phone again. “Our guys got him.”

You refuse to consider what “got him” means in this context.

“I’m sure it’s pointless to ask, but what happened?”

Geonhak sighs, leaning back in his seat with a wince. The silence carries for a few minutes, and you begin to assume he won’t answer when he finally speaks.

“He didn’t like what happened at your shop this week.”

You stiffen as you stop for a red light. A blue-eyed smirk you’ve come to hate flickers to mind. The man who was the reason you’d met Geonhak in the first place; the man who was the reason you’d had to hide for a week in a safehouse meant for organized crime members. “Him?”

Geonhak leans his head back against the headrest, eyes shutting as he adjusts the towel against his head. He gives no indication to confirm or deny.

That isn’t allowed to be the end of it. “But nothing really even happened. He just…came in, to intimidate me again. And then he got spooked by your uncle and left.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth curls. “Technically, he was humiliated by a crime boss over muffins. To a lot of these guys, that’s something.”

Over muffins. The space in your chest for breathing begins to shrink. It was your fault. That man, the one who’d tried to convince you to let his boss run dirty money through your store, who kept showing up at your new storefront to intimidate you, had hurt Geonhak. He’d been so mortified by Geonhak’s uncle, who was there to defend you, that he’d taken it out on the man’s nephew for good measure. Not on you, who actually owned the store; him. Geonhak was hurt because of you.

“Breathe,” Geonhak says, voice firm.

You gasp in a breath and blow it out shakily, easing on the gas as the light turns green.

“Slower than that. There’s enough air,” Geonhak soothes.

You shake your head, each breath coming heavier and quicker. I did this to him.

He starts counting, and you take a deep breath and hold it like he taught you, blowing it out unsteadily. It does little to settle your jittery pulse, your whirling thoughts.

“Promise it’ll be over soon,” he says, glancing at the GPS. “In six minutes. Just drop me off at the front door and—”

“I—you’re kidding, I’m not just, just—leaving you somewhere,” you protest, grip tightening on the wheel. “You’re covered in…Geonhak, I did this to y—”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

His voice is so suddenly sharp that your mouth snaps shut without another thought. His mouth is set in an even line, blue flame behind his eyes as he stares out at the road.

“You are good, and you are innocent, and you did not do this to me,” he says, voice dangerously even. “I won’t have you taking blame for that shithead. I won’t.”

You swallow, trying another slow breath in, out. You nod.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

He blinks, still watching the road, but the hardness in his eyes dissipates.

“Me too,” he admits. “Shouldn’t have dragged you into this.”

“No, it…I mean, I don’t mi…it’s—” You stammer, trying to figure out how to say you missed him without saying it outright.

Eventually you snap your mouth shut, face burning. You see him glance at you out of the corner of your eye, then lean further back into his seat.

“You, um.” A smile is playing on his lips. “The tea, earlier....I didn’t think you drank tea.”

Your face feels even hotter. You swallow. “…I do now.”

He doesn’t say anything the rest of the drive, but that smile stays in the corners of his mouth.

The address, an old brick bungalow, is different from the last safehouse—probably closer to where you live, you assume. The porch light is on, and you see movement in a window as you park along the curb.

“Stop, just—would you hang on a minute?” You huff as Geonhak opens his door, unbuckling.

You hurry out of your seat and around the front of your car as Geonhak tries to ease out by himself. He grunts in pain and stumbles over into you, and you sway as you attempt to keep balance for two people.

“I got it,” he says, trying to straighten, face twisting in pain.

“You really don’t,” you say firmly, locking your car and helping him up the walkway. “Cut the heroics.”

It’s Keonhee who opens the door as you reach the five little stairs up to the porch. You’re surprised to see him in pajamas and glasses.

“Up you get, come on,” he says, coming to Geonhak’s injured side and gingerly lifting his other arm over his shoulders. Keonhee glances over Geonhak’s shoulder and smiles at you, somewhat of a grimace. “I’d say it’s nice to see you again, but…”

Your smile is also half grimace, remembering the first time you met him, when he treated your black eye. “Agreed.”

Keonhee’s taller than you, so when he straightens, Geonhak’s arm stretches up higher, and he hisses.

“Son of a bitch, Keonhee, ow,” Geonhak grits through his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, get inside, you big baby,” Keonhee mutters. “I know for a fact you’ve had worse knife wounds before.”

Ice drops into your stomach; a knife. That man had gotten close enough to hurt Geonhak with a knife.

With Keonhee in the lead, the three of you shuffle sideways up the porch stairs and through the front door. To the left of the entryway is a little kitchen. To the right you see a small sitting room, with a couch covered in a few sheets. The coffee table has a spread of little tools that remind you of emergency room procedurals on TV.

“In there, if you don’t mind,” Keonhee says. “I made coffee before I remembered you drink tea, Geonhak, so there’s coffee if you want it.”

“Water for them,” Geonhak manages, panting as you help ease him to lie down across the couch.

You stick your tongue out at him but don’t argue. Your mind and body are starting to catch up with the shock of an injured Geonhak, and you don’t want to make yourself even more jittery.

Keonhee disappears briefly into the kitchen, emerging with a glass and a mug. You take the water gratefully, hiding yourself in the glass as you swallow back half of it.

When you lower it again, Keonhee is seated beside the couch and inspecting Geonhak’s head wound. He swabs at it with alcohol wipes and clucks his tongue.

“Stupid, but not awful,” Keonhee says, fighting a smile as Geonhak swears violently under his breath at a firmer prod. “Probably won’t even need stitches. Just bled a lot.”

“You’ll bleed a lot if you don’t cut that out,” Geonhak grumbles. Keonhee snorts and scoots back, lifting the hoodie to get a better look at his side.

“Need a few stitches here, though,” Keonhee says, pausing when Geonhak jolts from the rubbing alcohol sting. “Ribs hurt at all?”

“Not as much as yours will if y—shit,” Geonhak hisses at another pass of the alcohol wipe.

“Look at you, king of the streets, brought to your knees by antiseptic,” Keonhee says, grinning.

Geonhak glares at him, breathing heavily. “I say king of the streets one time, back in high school, and you won’t let it die.”

“Nope.” Keonhee pops the “p” and reaches for a few things on the coffee table.

You take a deep breath, setting down your glass with shaky hands. “Uhm, if I needed the bathroom, where…?”

Keonhee’s eyes are understanding. “Down that way, on the right. I’ll be quick. He’s seen worse.”

You hear Geonhak’s “fucking hell” from the living room before you close the bathroom door behind you.

You lean heavily on your hands against the sink and rest your forehead against the mirror, allowing yourself a moment in the whirlwind of thoughts. Knife wound. They got him. He’s been hurt worse before.

He came to me. When he got hurt, he came to find me. I got to see him again.

That’s what feels the most shocking, that he’s here, you’re here, back in his world, when you didn’t think you’d ever see him again. You know he’d told you it was for your own good that he keep a distance, and you didn’t think his reasons were bad. It still hurt, though, to make such a connection with him and then watch him disappear from your life like he’d never been there.

Well, now you’ve seen him again—covered in blood, admittedly, but nonetheless. He hadn’t been a figment of your imagination, after all. He’ll be on the mend soon, and then…

You gulp. That’s what’s scariest. How fleeting being here, being back in his circle, feels. You wish for selfish things for a brief moment—for a few more nights of Irish Breakfast, a few more conversations, even one more exchange of banter, for wounds that need time to heal, time you can spend with him. The thought that he’ll slip away again forever after this is…

A soft knock on the door startles you a little too much. “Hm?”

“He’s all patched up now, all fine,” Keonhee says. “Just needs a couple days of low activity and he’ll be back to normal.”

You sniff, leaning back off of your hands. “Good. I…good.”

There’s a pause. “I’d like to take a look at you when you come out. Customary check.”

“Oh, uh, sure, yeah, coming out.”

You reach up to itch a spot on your cheek and blink when your hand comes back wet. You wipe under both eyes, hands coming away damp. When you glance at your reflection, you grimace at how blotchy you look. There’s no way to hide it, so you sigh and brace for the inevitable, opening the door.

Keonhee studies you for a moment, then says, “let’s see if I’ve got tea somewhere after all, hm?”

It feels a bit wrong to dig through his cupboards and pantry like this, but Keonhee encourages it, clapping your shoulder when you find an old box of orange pekoe.

“You’ll be staying tonight, of course,” he says after he cleans out the coffee pot and begins brewing plain hot water. “At least until the shock wears off.”

You purse your lips as you retrieve two mugs. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome…”

Keonhee scoffs, putting a tea bag in each one. “Please. You’re more tolerable than he is, swearing at me over a little scratch.”

“Is it really that minor?” You ask, watching yourself run a thumb over the lip of a mug.

“He’s just fine,” Keonhee says, firm and reassuring. “He’ll be back to intimidating us all at full capacity far too quickly.”

The nobler side of you relaxes at this. Your less noble side wishes for a few more days of bed rest. You try to ignore the less noble side.

“Perhaps I should worry more about you,” Keonhee says, studying you. “You’ve been well?”

You laugh once. “Oh, yes. I’m just fine. I’ve seen neither hide nor hair of a single made man until this week, much less tangled with any of them.”

You wince inwardly at how bitter you sound. Ridiculous.

Keonhee hums, taking the now-filled pot of hot water and pouring it into the mugs. “I see an awful lot of made men, but that doesn’t necessarily add or detract from any tangles. Surprising, how much you can see of them without being involved.”

You don’t know what to say to that. You realize with a pang that you’re almost jealous of him, of his ability to be involved but not involved.

He frowns at one of the mugs as it steeps. “I should go check how he takes it, I can never remember—”

“That’s alright, I’ve got it,” you say, waving that away and preparing both mugs.

Keonhee’s quiet as you labor over the tea. When he speaks, you can hear a slight smile.

“Good. I’ll go make up the air mattress, then, if you’ve got this under control.”

You make your way back into the sitting room slowly, trying not to spill either mug. Geonhak has every pillow propped up behind his back, an arm slung over his eyes. You frown when you see one of his ankles in a brace.

“You didn’t tell me your ankle was hurt.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth twitches. “Only twisted a little. It’s why I couldn’t keep better balance.”

He lowers his arm from his eyes and looks up at you. You lift his mug, nodding at it, and he inches his way further upright, grimacing.

“Let’s see how badly Keonhee did on this cup,” Geonhak says as he takes the mug.

“He didn’t make it. I did,” you say, sitting gingerly by his knees and blowing on your mug. “Two sugars, no cream. Strong. Brought the spoon when you want the bag out.”

You set your mug on the coffee table, now cleared of surgical instruments, and lift your teabag into said spoon, twisting the string round and draining the excess. You feel Geonhak’s silent, studying gaze and try not to let it fluster you as you find a wastebasket at the end of the couch to toss the teabag.

You take a sip of the tea, then blink. “You know, I always thought orange pekoe would be…well, orange flavored. But this is just another black tea.” Hmm. Suppose it can’t hurt to have around for guests, so the nicer teas can be for you.

“Damn it,” Geonhak sighs softly.

You glance over at him as you blow on your tea, raising an eyebrow. He’s cradling his tea placidly against his stomach, eyes shut.

“You make it so difficult.”

You blink. “So difficult to what?”

He opens his eyes and meets your gaze. “To stay away from you.”

Your lungs feel suddenly empty. Oh. Some warm and electric feeling zings up your spine.

You look down into your mug, pulse skipping. “…I see. My hopelessness when it comes to tea, back at it again.”

When he speaks, you can hear his smile. “Might play a part, maybe.”

You take another swig of tea, bracing yourself. “I wish…I wish you wouldn’t stay away, but I, you know, I get it. Promise.”

You shrug a shoulder, grimacing.

He purses his lips, then sets the mug down. “Mind getting the bag for me?”

You set your tea down and grab the spoon, finagling with the tea bag in his cup.

His fingers brush against your knee, backs of his knuckles rubbing gently back and forth. You swallow, throat surprisingly dry for how much tea you’ve drank, tossing his teabag and setting the spoon aside again.

“Don’t like when you’re in danger,” he murmurs.

You nod, picking your mug up again with shakier hands than you’d like.

“Don’t want to be the reason you’re in danger,” he says quietly.

You nod again, tilting your head thoughtfully and taking a sip of tea. “Keonhee’s got a lot of your guys in his life and he’s not in danger.”

“He’s under my uncle’s protection,” Geonhak says, not unkindly.

You shrug a shoulder. “Well…think I might be now, too. He intimidated that man into leaving and then left a hundred dollar tip for his muffins.”

Geonhak laughs once, and his hand opens on your knee, resting warm and firm.

“Touché.”

You take another sip of tea, gathering courage, then drop your hand to your knee and curl your fingers around his hand.

His gaze makes you feel shy, but you don’t look away, drinking in the way it feels to be looked at like this.

He shakes his head at himself, smiling wryly. “Knew exactly what I was doing tonight. Might’ve been easier to go to a few different places, but I went out of my way.”

His fingers squeeze yours.

“I just missed you,” he whispers.

It’s a good thing you hear Keonhee clattering back down the hall. You’re not sure you have the power of speech anymore.

Keonhee forces Geonhak to give up two pillows (“you have all the other pillows in my house, fiend, surrender one to me and to the guest”) and pushes aside the coffee table to make up your bed. It’s a good thing you were already in pajamas, you think as you sit at the edge of the air mattress. No need to sleep in clothes, unlike Geonhak, despite your hoodie.

When the lights go out and Keonhee goes back to bed, you spend a while staring up at the ceiling. You realize, too late, that there was caffeine in both of those teas. Late night caffeine intake versus shock exhaustion, fight.

“There’s, um.”

You glance over at Geonhak on the couch. He’s looking up at the ceiling, too. “There’s this place on the other side of town, a bar? But it’s got cats, like a cat cafe. Hwanwoong tells me you’d really like it.”

You purse your lips, fighting the massive grin threatening to take over your whole face. “I’ve heard of it. It’s got some cat pun name, yeah?”

“Yeah, I can’t think of it, either,” he says, laughing softly.

His hand reaches out and finds yours in the darkness. “Wanna try it with me, maybe? Like, in a week or two, obviously, or Keonhee will put my head on a stake.”

You laugh quietly, squeezing his hand. “I’d like that.”

His thumb brushes over the back of your hand, gentle. “Okay.”

When you finally fall asleep, your hand is still in his.

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[seawitch62]

The Tribe

Leedo x OC

Fluff

WC: .8k

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Everyone these days has heard of Vampires, the legends, Bram Stoker and movies, television shows, books, games.

 You name it the vampire phenomenon is everywhere.

What about their 'cousins'?

Cousins? Never heard of them you say!

Of course not, they have stayed under the radar, but they do exist, I kid you not.

Evolution of vampires, like all things, has a way of adapting to what is needed.

Unlike the traditional vampires, who need blood for their very survival, these parasites feed on something differently entirely.

Their lineage can be traced to their father, The Draugr.

These beings have a hunger that is appeased only with adulation.

An arena filled with star struck spectators, Ancient times this suited perfectly.

Adaption was and is the name of the game, they excelled, giving their audience what they need.

These days you can find them in sporting teams, the entertainment industry.

Beguiling, features etched to perfection, vocals dripped in honey.

Sunlight does not phase them, they are unhindered in daylight hours.

They have been called many things over time, they call themselves 'The Tribe'.

♤

Though the tribe is vast, in this instance our story will focus on a particular member, Leedo.

Who today is at Baskin Robbins, under the pretense of purchasing a Rainbow Sherbet.

He is hungry but not for sherbert.

His fans take video and photos, the look of annoyance he portrays, masks his absolute delight.

His hunger meter  still not satisfied, looking at his supporters, he swirls his tongue over the Sherbet, his tongue duelling an invisible  opponent.

Leedo, muses he loves this generation with their phones and social media.

As he leaves Baskin Robbins, he winks at his fangirls, this of course

 rewards him with giggles and sighs.

◇

While doing squats at the nearest park, he notes, phones go click click click.

A slight nibble, an appetizer, his attention however is directed at the young lady, sitting quietly reading.

Sizing her up, like a lion would a gazelle.

He stands, wiping imaginary perspiration for his viewing audience.

His prey, oblivious to him and approaching danger, is lost in the world of printed words. 

Leedo walks confidently towards his target,  not an ounce of trepidation, he knows his worth, his mark will as well.

"My name is Leedo, it's your pleasure to meet me" he states bluntly.

His prey, not happy with some buffoon disturbing her orbit, barely offers him a glance and returns to her book.

This effrontery offends him no end.

'How dare she dismiss me', his mind races, he decides she must be shy, so different tactics are needed.

Sitting on the park bench, he notices his prey slowly edge away from him.

"Good book?" He asks, trying to strike up dialogue.

He receives a groan of irritation for his trouble.

The prey wants me to work for my dinner, Leedo surmises.

Turning his charm meter to maximum, he tries again.

"I was hoping for a scintillating conversation, you strike me as a very intelligent lady, I thought you may enjoy my recital of my favorite poem" he sighs.

This catches her attention, "poem?"

Charm seeping from every pore,

"The Giaour

Poem by Lord Byron" he replies.

"Byron!"

Now that he finally has her attention he continues,

. . . Unquenched, unquenchable,

Around, within, thy heart shall dwell;

Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell

The tortures of that inward hell!

But first, on earth as vampire sent,

Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:

Then ghastly haunt thy native place,

And suck the blood of all thy race;

There from thy daughter, sister, wife,

At midnight drain the stream of life;

Yet loathe the banquet which perforce

Must feed thy livid living corse:

Thy victims ere they yet expire

Shall know the demon for their sire,

As cursing thee, thou cursing them,

Thy flowers are withered on the stem.

But one that for thy crime must fall,

The youngest, most beloved of all,

Shall bless thee with a father's name —

That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!

Yet must thou end thy task, and mark

Her cheek's last tinge, her eye's last spark,

And the last glassy glance must view

Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue;

Then with unhallowed hand shalt tear

The tresses of her yellow hair,

Of which in life a lock when shorn

Affection's fondest pledge was worn,

But now is borne away by thee,

Memorial of thine agony!

The prey is totally mesmerized, easy pickings, caught in the charm web.

Leedo can sense, feel, her admiration, feeding his appetite, saturating his being.

He watches as exhaustion takes hold of her body, repetitive yawns and apologies follow.

His meal, feeling an overwhelming urge to sleep, 

Excuses herself with regret and heads home.

Leedo watches her depart, she was a very tasty dish, he smiles to himself.

Appetite finally appeased he heads home. 

"May tomorrow be as fruitful".

#Leedo × OC #oneus fanfic #leedo fanfic #Oneus fanfics #oneus fluff #leedo fluff #leedo #oneus fanfics #oneus

[eroctickboys]

I hope they are the one ruining me and not my fucking thesis.

#kpop boys #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop hot #enha imagines #enha smut #mingyu #mingyu scenarios #mingyu seventeen #mingyu smut #tbz smut #juyeon smut #oneus leedo #jay smut #enhypen jay #jay park smut #jaehyun smut #jaehyun #kang daniel #daniel kang #enhypen niki #niki smut #bang chan #bang chan smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #nct smut #shownu smut #shownu #monsta x smut

[maluyoongi]

capas feitas entre 17 de fevereiro e 3 de março, Saga Twilight programa: ibis paint x feita para: @tinyllgye link: 🌕 🍷 🧊

• fazer as capas pra essa saga foi trabalhoso e divertido. eu sempre quis capar com o oneus, mas nunca tomava vergonha na cara. e graças a tiny eu finalmente fiz🥺 E EU ADOREI. a capa de twilight eu tive a grande ajuda da @luvsta q além de cortar png pra mim ainda ajeitou o cabelo do xion pra mim (ela manda TAO BEM) e todas as outras três ela assistiu bem bonitinha. e o @shibuinni3 também assistiu a de light us q eu só consegui fazer pq eles me ajudaram muito☝️ obrigada meus pitocos.

#capa #capa de fanfic #capa design #capa de fic #capa de spirit #capa dark #capa clean #capa para fanfic #capa para fic #capa para spirit #capa romântica #capa sexy #capa pra fanfic #capa pra fic #capa para social spirit #fanfic cover #ds #oneus #oneus leedo #maluyoongi edits #maluyoongi #maluyoongi capas #design simples #kpop #oneus xion #oneus seoho #oneus keonhee #oneus ravn #oneus hwanwoong #cover design

[sxcret-garden]

Leedo ღ Beautiful [M]

ღ Oneus Leedo x fem!reader ღ words: ~2k ღ genre: comfort, soft smut (soft dom!Leedo, fingering, praise, mirror sex, he calls reader princess) ღ warnings: reader has a negative body image

Desc.: When you’re getting ready to attend an event you’re supposed to wear a dress to, you find yourself being unable to look at yourself in the mirror. Hating to see you hating your body like this, your boyfriend Gunhak takes a chance to try to convince you that you’re just fine the way you are.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, and no matter how many times you let your eyes scan the reflection of you in the mauve colored dress you’re wearing, you fail to find the voice of confidence within you that tells you you look just fine in it. You hate everything about it - the way your hips look too big under the fabric, the way the dress makes your stomach appear bigger, the way your arms and legs aren’t hidden in the comfort of a sweater and wide pants, and in general how it’s wrapped around your body so tightly. You can suddenly see all the things you avoid to look at usually, and now you’re even expected to go out like this in just under an hour and have everyone else see what you don’t want to show them. 

The background noise of your boyfriend taking a shower in the bathroom next door stops, and the sudden silence reminds you to try and pull yourself together. You’re not supposed to be doing this. He knows how self-conscious you are about the way you look, so he made you promise not to obsess over it beforehand, and now that you’re doing it anyway you feel incredibly guilty. That, on top of this tiny pestering voice at the back of your head that keeps telling you how ugly you are, is making you not want to go to tonight’s event and instead bury yourself in wide pajamas and a heap of blankets, rewatching your favourite movie or listening to music all night. It really doesn’t matter what it is - so long as it drowns out your thoughts and the world around you.

“Have you seen my-” Gunhak stops abruptly in the doorway when he sees you frowning at the big mirror in your bedroom. “Y/N,” he sighs your name, and you can find a hint of worry in his expression as you turn your head to look at him. You fake your best smile, even though you know it’s too late.

“What do you need?” you ask, in hopes he would simply say what he came here for, but instead he shakes his head and walks inside, not wearing anything on top.

“My shirt,” he explains as he comes to a halt behind you and he puts his big hands on your shoulders. They’re still damp from the shower. “I was looking for my shirt. Are you okay?”

“Sure…” you answer, refusing to look at neither his face nor the mirror.

“I can tell you’re not,” he dissents, slightly shaking his head. “Is it about the dress?” You feel like you’ve been caught red-handed, and for a moment anxiety rushes through your body.

“I-… I’m fine…” you say it in a way that makes it obvious not even you believe your own words. Gunhak sighs in resignation, and his shoulders relax a bit as he gives your figure a thorough look. You can tell he’s trying to figure out how to cheer you up, so you interrupt his thoughts before he can even start talking.

“It’s alright,” you say, spinning around now, so you can face him properly. “I’ll just not go.”

“Huh?” He sounds upset. “Why would you say that? Weren’t you looking forward to tonight?”

“Not anymore. Not like this… not when I hate the way I look so much.” Your voice grows smaller as you go on talking, and eventually tears well up in your eyes. You do everything in your might to bite them back and to keep yourself from crying, but when your boyfriend wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, you hit your limit. You start sobbing while he lets you rest your head against his chest, caressing your hair in a soothing manner.

“Why do you even love me?” you eventually wail. “Someone like you shouldn’t settle for someone so ugly.” He immediately grabs you by the shoulders, tearing you out of the embrace to intently look at you instead. 

“Why would you say such a thing?” There is warmth in his voice, but in a way he also sounds like he’s scolding you. “I love you, including the way you look-”

“But haven’t you seen me?!” you cut him off, crying even harder now, and then you spread your arms to make him look at your entire being. “Who would want me like this?!" 

"Stop that.”

“I’m fat and ugly and I have literally nothing to give!”

“I said stop,” Gunhak repeats, but you simply yell at him a bit louder.

“Why would you even date someone like m-” He grabs your face with both hands, and before you can register what’s going on, he brings you in to smash his lips against yours in a kiss to shut you up. He kisses you somewhat forcefully, but still with a lot of love, and in the end you feel yourself relax a bit.

“I’m dating you because I love you,” he tells you after parting from you, and you can still feel his warm breath on your skin as he talks. “You’re more than your body or your weight or whatever you don’t like about your appearance.” You feel the need to say something, like you’re supposed to thank him, but your words get stuck in your throat and you merely glance to the side abashedly.

“And also,” Gunhak adds, his tone soft, “in my eyes you are very beautiful. Every line of you…” he lets his fingers dance from your cheek to your collarbone - “And every curve…” - and along your side until his hand rests on your hip. “They’re all very beautiful to me.” He looks you in the eyes and there’s a serious expression on his face, but at the same time his gaze is filled with warmth, and it makes your chest fill with that same warmth too. And then he leans in closer, and when you shut your eyelids he places one more gentle kiss on your lips, whispering, “I want to show you how beautiful you are.”

You nod at him, because at this point there’s nothing else you can do. You already feel yourself at his mercy, being unable to escape the grip he has on you with his words like a soothing balm to your heart, and the way he looks at you so fondly, gaze dripping with honey. He reaches behind you to unzip your dress, and with as much effort as it took you to force yourself to put it on, with as much ease does it glide down your body and fall to the floor now. Gunhak wraps his arms around you wholly, and he pulls you close. Skin against skin, his body heat wraps itself around you, and as you separate he doesn’t hesitate to press his lips against yours. He kisses you slowly at first, but soon the desire takes over, and he deepens the kiss, leaving you breathless. You feel him unclasp your bra, and you willingly let him rid you of that as well, and eventually your last piece of clothing comes off too. 

“Turn around, baby,” he says, and immediately there is fear rushing through your body. Your eyes widen, but he shakes his head. “Trust me. I want to show you how beautiful you are.” Not quite having gathered your courage you gulp, and then you do as told anyway, and as soon as your reflection in the mirror comes into sight, you instinctively look away. Gunhak has his hands rested on your shoulders, and he places a kiss right beneath your earlobe. “I love you,” you hear him whisper, and you enjoy the ticklish feeling of his fingertips dancing down your back. “And I love the way you look.”

“Why…?” you mumble, still not daring to let your eyes meet the mirror.

“What?” He lets out a short laugh. “What do you mean, why? I just do. You’re beautiful to me.” Then his hands land on your hips, and he gives them a gentle squeeze. “And sexy.” He kisses a trail down the side of your throat, and when he lets one of his hands slip between your legs to run his nails up the inside of your thigh, you quickly shut your eyes. Heat arises in the pit of your stomach, and you feel a need for him to touch you. But you don’t dare ask for it, so instead you wait for his next move. You sigh when his lips continue to work their magic in your neck, letting yourself lean against his bare chest. And then, finally, you feel him pressing a finger to your core, dragging it up your folds, and you whimper at the friction. He lets his fingertip draw figure eights on your clit, and for a while you simply enjoy the feeling, until Gunhak calls out your name.

“Y/N,” he says, voice raspy and filled with warmth, “open your eyes.”

“Don’t wanna…” you protest, and when your boyfriend dips a finger inside you, but pulls out again right away, you whine.

“Do it. I’ll show you when you’re the most beautiful to me,” you hear him whisper darkly in your ear, and you dare to glance at your reflection through one eye. However, your gaze immediately gets drawn to Gunhak’s face in the mirror, and the look he gives you, his eyes focused only on you. 

“You’re doing well,” he whispers. When he pushes his finger back inside as a reward, you moan, and he starts slowly pumping it in and out of you. “That’s my beautiful princess.” His words may not be able to change your mind about your body forever, but at least they’re melting away your doubts for now. And so you take a deep breath before looking at your reflection, and you see the way your body fits so perfectly into his arms. Your eyes follow his other hand as it comes up to your chest, covering your hard nipple to gently squeeze it, and another moan falls from your lips at his touch. You see yourself, and maybe it’s because the need for an orgasm is clouding your mind, but for the first time in a while you don’t hate looking at your body. You whimper when suddenly you feel his teeth graze your neck, nibbling on the skin in an attempt to suck a mark into it. Then he adds another finger, and his movements become faster, leading you to moan his name.

“You like that?” he asks, and you nod strongly, pushing your hips forward a bit.

“More…” you mumble.

“You want another finger?”

“Y-yeah…” And again you whimper when he gives you what you asked for, and the way he fills you up feels so good, along with the image in the mirror of him fingering you suddenly making you unable to take your eyes off your reflection. 

“You see how beautiful you are like this?” he asks.

“Y-yeah…” you answer again, having to admit to yourself that you kind of like seeing what he’s doing to you from this perspective.

“I’ll show you what’s even more beautiful.” Gunhak’s voice rings in your ears as he presses his thumb against your clit. Curling his fingers inside you while also stimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves, you can feel your high approaching faster. “Look at yourself, babe,” he orders, and you do, until the pleasure gets too much and you shut your eyes tightly.

“I-I’m gonna cum…” you whine, and you earn a hum of approval from him. You can feel his chest vibrate against your back, and he holds you tight while his fingers are bringing you to your high. You cry out when your orgasm hits you, and as you’re coming down from it, your boyfriend makes sure to keep you steady on shaky knees. Eventually he sits you down on your bed and he grabs some tissues to clean you up.

“Do you wanna give the dress another chance?” Gunhak asks after picking it up off the floor and sitting down next to you with it in his hands. He leans in to place a kiss on your temple, adding, “Or should we get you something more comfortable to wear?”

#oneus smut #leedo smut #oneus x reader #leedo x reader #oneus drabbles #oneus imagines #oneus scenarios #oneus fanfic #kpop smut #smut

[ocean-ai]

Day 6 - Seoho

Pairings: Seoho x Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 921

Warnings: Mutual Masturbation

Spicy

When your boyfriend proposed this idea to you, you weren’t quite sure if you would enjoy it. But, once both of your clothes were off, you were glad you agreed to this. 

You moaned as Seoho teased your thighs, inching closer and closer to where you ached for him. His hands slowly crept up your legs, making you grow impatient with each passing second. “Seoho, please,” you whined. Your own hand went down his bare chest, making his breath hitch as you went lower and lower. 

He chuckled. “You’ll get what you want,” he teased before his finger was now on your slit, moving it slowly. You moaned loudly, enjoying his slow movements a little too much. Seoho liked to tease you, and either you went along with it or he would stop. And you definitely did not want him to stop. 

Your own hand was now wrapped around Seoho’s cock, stroking him just as slowly. The look on his face was something that you wanted to keep in your mind forever. He looked so good when you’d please him; he was gorgeous. You loved that he was all yours. 

Seoho’s thumb was now on your clit, applying pressure as he slowly slid his fingers inside you. You were soaking, so it was easy for his fingers to be deep inside you. Your hips bucked into his hand, instantly showing him how much you were enjoying this. When he had offered for you two to do this, you definitely weren’t sure what to expect. But now that you were doing it, you were so glad that he brought up this little idea. 

His fingers were moving a bit faster, and you had moved your hips so that they could go as far in as they could. He was making you feel so good that you almost forgot you were pleasing him too. Your thumb was on his slit, tracing his sensitive head. “Just like that,” He moaned, his eyebrows were scrunched together. You leaned closer to him and began to pepper his neck with kisses. He groaned as you quickened your pace on his cock. 

You wanted to desperately to give him what he deserved, but when the tip of his fingers hit that spongy spot inside you, you stopped your movements on him. “Seoho-” you choked out and he chuckled breathlessly. His touch was something else - he always knew how to have you crumbling in his hands. Tonight was no exception. His other hand was on your breast, kneading it and teasing your nipple with his thumb. 

The extra stimulation went straight to your core, and you could feel that you were getting close to your orgasm. Seoho kissed you, it was sloppy and needy. Fitting for how you were both feeling in this moment. Both yours and Seoho’s breaths were ragged and you were both getting closer to your orgasms. 

You were enjoying his way too much and Seoho could tell based on how you were responding to his movements. He enjoyed knowing that this was giving you as much pleasure as it gave him. He admired your body as you moved with his hands. His thumb was now moving faster on your clit, matching the pace he had set with his fingers. He curled them inside you and that’s when you felt it. That familiar knot in your stomach was making itself known. “I’m so close,” you whined. 

Seoho smirked, “Go ahead,” He said before attaching his lips back to yours. He kissed you as you rode out your ogasm. The waves of pleasure hitting you full force and Seoho drank in your moans. Your hand was still on his cock, losing its rhythm, but he didn’t care. He was getting off because of you and how beautiful you looked to him when you came. 

He slowly removed his fingers from inside you and you hissed at the loss of contact. But that was okay, you knew what you needed to do now. You collected yourself and concentrated on pleasing your beautiful man. You moved your other hand so that you could massage his balls as you quickened your pace. You wanted to please him as much as possible, so you went back to kissing on his neck. His neck was very sensitive and you knew it would help make him come. Any extra stimulation you could give him, he happily took. 

Seoho let out a few moans, and you felt proud of yourself. His moans were music to your ears as you kept up your movements. His breathing was becoming even more labored and you could tell he was close by the way that his hips bucked into your hand. Your thumb went back to his slit that was dripping with precum now, spreading it around his head, paying attention to his that spot under where he was the most sensitive. “Y/N,” he said, warning you that he was close. 

You pulled away from his neck and looked up at his face. Seeing his features be contorted in pleasure was enough to make you want to stop what you were doing and have him fuck you. But, he was so close and you wanted to watch him come undone in your hands. 

And he did just that. 

After a few more strokes, his orgasm took over his body. His hot cum landing on his stomach. Seoho looked down at the mess on his skin before pulling you in for another kiss. “Thank you for indulging me,”

#Seoho X Reader #Seoho smut #ONEUS smut #ONEUS fic #Lee Seoho #kpop smut #kpopp fanfic #smutmas #i'm a leedo girlie #but seoho is FINE FINE

[throttlethrow]

Echo (Leedo)

Pairing: Oneus Leedo x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Rating: 18+

Summary: You wake up from a spicy dream and find the star of the dream next to you

Warnings: unprotected penetrative sex (female terms), breeding kink, face-fucking, cock warming

A/N: I was in the process of writing this when Pygmalion dropped and we found out how explicit Echo is. Also, I've been in a morning sex kinda mood idk. It's also a lot longer since I wrote it in actual fic form instead of imagine.

Eyes still closed, you felt the bed dip next to you. You tried to hold onto the dream you were having but only ghost touches and the slickness in your underwear remain. You roll into the warm presence and look up to see Geonhak freshly showered and only dressed in a pair of jeans. He was leaning against the headboard and scrolling on his phone but turns to you when you move.

"Oh sorry, did I wake you up?" He asks and you shake your head, "Kinda? Not really."

He huffs in amusement, a teasing smirk on his lips, "What does that mean? I can't 'kinda or not really' wake you up." You made petulant sound in response, smooshing your face to his hip and throw an arm around them. "Okay, you did," your voice was muffled from talking into his hip, "I was having a nice dream too..."

"Aw, sorry baby," He put his phone onto the nightstand, "What dream were you having??" You peer up at him, distracted from how good he looks in the morning light. While waiting for an answer, he runs his fingers through your bed head and gently undoes any tangles. It felt nice and you could fall back asleep like this but afterimages of your dream flooded in. Your legs thrown over muscular shoulders, strong hands holding you down and echoes of deepest grunts in your ear. "... A fun dream."

"Fun dream, huh?" You could hear the amusement in Geonhak's voice, "What happened in it?" You felt too horny and embarrassed to say anything so you roll onto him instead. Resting your head on his hip, your mouth ends up close to a familiar spot. It might have been your imagination but you thought you felt him twitch with interest.

There was no reaction but when you make eye contact, he has an intense look in his eyes. His fingers continue to comb through your hair but there's a slight pressure at the end of every stroke as if he's trying to get your mouth on him.

You oblige by mouthing the denim around the swell of his crotch, feeling it twitch against your lips. The sleepy atmosphere shifted, his hand in your hair stilling at the back your head. Geonhak's other hand moves to unbutton his jeans and you pull back to let him pull himself out. The hand in your hair guides you down and your jaw drops open to let him feed his cock into your mouth. You moan around him, eyes closing as your mouth fills up with the taste of him.

Drawing a deep breath through your nose, you enjoy having the weight of his dick on your tongue. You relax your lips and groan around him as you breathed out, hearing Geonhak echo your groan from the vibration around him. In this thick atmosphere, you could stay like this and keep him warm in your mouth but with the tightening grip in your hair and feeling yourself oozing slick into your underwear, you know you both wanted something else. You started to shallowly rock your head, sometimes angling it so that the head of his cock bulges out your cheek. Geonhak looked unfazed but the lazer focus on the drool and precum at the corners of your lips told you that he liked it a little nasty.

Flattening your tongue against the head, you pull back and make a show of lazily lapping at his cock from root to tip. Geonhak softly groans as you suck hard at the top and you felt his grip in your hair tighten, letting him slowly push your head down onto his cock. You whine around him, body jerking a little at the intrusion and grinding your hips into the bedding. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you try to relax your gag relax.

"Good girl," he praises, voice gravelly. His free hand joins the other in your hair and he lifts your head a little. "Baby, can I...?" Knowing what he wants, you let out a little "Mmhmm," and drop your jaw as much as you can.

"So good," he breathes as his carefully starts thrusting into your mouth, pausing with your mouth at the root of his cock and holding you there. "So pretty for me like this."

You could only respond with a weak "Mmhmm," head filling up with cotton and everything sounding so, so far away. "You love this, huh. I could do whatever I want with you and you'd love it," he continues to rasp, chest heaving as he continued to fuck your throat. "I wish I could show you how pretty you look right now... So happy with my cock in your mouth." You could barely listen to his rambling, eyes teared up and unfocused. With one more thrust, he holds your head down at the root of his dick, revelling in the feeling of your throat spasming around the tip before pulling you off and pushing you onto your back. You lay back with your arms above you, catching your breath. Towering over you, he strips off his jeans and pushes up your sleep shirt to reveal your chest, bunching it under your arms.

Geonhak pulls your underwear off you and hooks your legs around his hips. "Look at you..." he said as he pushes your legs apart and looks at your dripping hole. Spitting onto his fingers, he pushes them into you and pumps them at a deliberate pace with his thumb on your clit. "You're so wet from just me using your mouth...." A startled moan leaves your lips as you kick your legs, dripping around his fingers. He catches a knee with his free hand and holds your leg down which makes you whimper and writhe in his hold.

"You like that? Using you? Breeding you?" You close your eyes and nod, being reminded of your own need as you clench around his fingers.

He huffs in amusement at the response before he pulls back and smear your slick onto his cock with a few light pumps. "Baby, talk to me. No nodding." It took a moment for you to collect your thoughts like this, but you rasp a soft, "Yes..."

"Yes?" He asks, rubbing his dick against your entrance.

"I love it... Love your cock. Want you inside..." You murmured while spreading your legs wider for him. "Good girl," Lining himself up, he groans as he feels your heat wrap around him and you echo his groan with one of your own.

Laying forward, he holds you tightly as his hips move at a slow but hard pace. You threw your head back, staccato moans punched out of you with every thrust. "So good... So pretty," he rambles, punctuating every word with a thrust. Distantly, you think about how he usually feels awkward with dirty talk but the mood must have shifted something in him. A nibble on your shoulder and a particularly hard snap of his hips dissolves that thought. "Please," you shouted, "I'm gonna- ah!"

To your dismay, instead of speeding up, he pauses and giggles light and airy as you slap at his chest when he sits up. "Don't worry, baby," he said while reaching over for a pillow. He gives your lips a quick peck before pushing the pillow under your hips. Then, he holds your hips down and continues to fuck you at a furious pace. You throw your head back shouting and thrashing as your pleasure spikes. Geonhak catches your legs and holds them down by the knees to spread them open, watching his cock disappear into you.

"Wanna fill you up. Can I fill you up?" The desperate tone in his voice opens the floodgates for you. "Yes baby. Fill me. Yes, yes, please!! Ah-!" You babble as you tense around him, back arched and twitching. He pauses for a moment as you cum around him before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in, the force of his thrusts pushing you up the bed. It's too much. It feels like his cock is punching the breath out of your lungs. You try to squirm away but the grip on your knees won't budge.

"Gonna-" he gritted out, pulling back, "fill you," another deep thrust, "Gonna-" pulling back again, "Breed you--!!" And he holds his breath as he hits his high, hips grinding dirty little circles as his cock twitches, pumping hot cum inside you. A long groan escaped your lips as you wrapped your legs tightly around him.

Geonhak tries to pull away but quickly got the picture when your legs didn't loosen, gathering you in his arms to flop onto his back. As you settle in his lap with his cock still in you, you lay your head on his chest and he pulls the sheets around you both. You like being in his arms like this, feeling full and secure.

"Good morning," Geonhak murmurs, fingers combing through your hair again.

"Good morning, baby."

#oneus smut #leedo smut #kpop smut #oneus fanfic #kpop fanfic

[matchagator]

Hustlers: Unwind

From the warm winter climate of down under, to the brittle cold of the great white north. Join our jeweled trio as they seek out some long awaited tranquility and relaxation away from their male adversaries, or so they think.

*Make sure to check out previous episodes to follow the story. Let us know how you're liking the story so far by leaving a comment 😊*

{Say Hello to the long-awaited reveal of the new Hustlers banner! We could not be happier and hope you all love as much as we do.}

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Park Jimin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hustlers/ Con Artists

{Word Count:} 16k

{Warning} Sexual Content, Stealing, Mature Language, Manipulation, Angst, Spanking, Dub-Con, Sexual Harassment, and Alcohol

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Hustlers Episode Order:

Episode 1: Sin City

Episode 2: Pink Diamond

Episode 3: Cyber Flight

Episode 4: Wine Country

Episode 5: Art Auction

Episode 6: Magic Men

Episode 7: Unwind

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BIG FISH: Leedo

LOCATION: Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, Canada

A fresh powder of glistening snow covered the terrain of the Canadian Yukon, casting the perfect, tranquil image of a winter scene with mountains looming in the distance. Emmy sat perched against a small nook bench within their rustic, yet, luxurious suite; a pleasant accommodation for their stay at the Nordic Spa. She admired the view as she sipped a cup of warm tea to keep her toasty in the winter air. Jade was replacing a log in the fireplace, the warmth of the fire veiling the space with just enough heat to make a comfortable living arrangement. 

Ruby was soundly asleep in one of the large beds, wrapped in fluffy down comforters as she recovered from their long travels after taking on a few additional hustles on the way back from Australia. It had been relatively peaceful for the feminine trio, capitalizing on a few gains without the presence of three obnoxious men always insistent on getting in their way. 

Emmy sighed happily as she took in the sights outside of the spa accommodations, admiring the change of scenery the great white north had to offer. While the past few hustles had her falling into the background, allowing her plenty of opportunities to get caught up in Jungkook and Taehyung’s presence, she relished in being able to hold her own again, taking center to their schemes. 

While this trip was mostly an opportunity for the girls to relax and recuperate before seeking out another lavish target in the great white north. Emmy smiled against the rim of her mug, sipping the earthy tea happily as she thought of all the simple ways she could manipulate and seduce said target. It would be an easy hustle and hopefully something that could distract her from her intrusive thoughts of Jungkook despite the disdain she felt towards him after their last encounter.

Even though the girls had successfully hustled a few cases after their adventures in Australia, Emmy still felt bitter about the way things ended with Jungkook. It was her own fault for getting invested emotionally when they were both just hustling each other, trying to one-up the other. The sour taste in her mouth left by his words made it that much more appealing to throw herself at their targets, finding any distraction to get over her addictive high that was Jungkook. 

 She let a long drawn-out sigh escape her lips as a loud clatter echoed from the kitchen of their small suite. Jade was currently raiding the pantry for a small frying pan, eager to cook up some pancakes to fill their hungry stomachs as they settled into their spa retreat. Emmy rolled her eyes at the eldest, giggling to herself as the brunette knocked over a few pots and pans in the process. 

“Do you need help?” Emmy called out across the small suite, watching as Jade’s eyes narrowed in her direction. 

“No.” She huffed, finally pulling out the frying pan and setting it down on the gas stove. “Whoever stacked these did a crap job.” Jade grumbled as a loud groan resonated from one of the bedrooms. 

Ruby shifted in the sheets, feeling jet-lagged as she tirelessly plucked the eye mask from over her face. “Could you be any louder?” 

Jade instantly turned toward Ruby, fighting off her bubbling irritation as she glared over to the brawn of the trio. “Do you want pancakes or not?” 

Ruby pulled a pillow over her head, grumbling as she fought to keep her slumber. “We’re here to relax. Just order room service.” She groaned, completely ignoring Jade’s response as she sunk back into the darkness beneath the sheets. 

Emmy smacked her lips at her partners as she stood from her small nook, walking towards Jade with a questioning glance. “I’ll order. Don’t you need to check on Leedo and his reservation?” Emmy had familiarized herself with Kim Leedo, learning everything she needed to know about the wealthy bachelor in order to gain another successful hustle. Not only was he fabulously wealthy, he was handsome. The perfect distraction. 

Jade took a soothing breath as she watched Emmy pick up the telephone, dialing in their room service order. She turned her attention to her laptop that was still open on the dining table as she moved to take a seat in front of the screen. She tilted her head to the side, popping the joints in her neck as she attempted to release some tension in her muscles. It didn’t take her long to pull up the resort's software, locating the reservation placed under Leedo’s name. 

 A smile graced her features as she noticed the words “checked in” labeled clearly under their accommodation. She glanced back up just in time for Emmy to hang up the phone. “He’s checked in,” Jade announced happily, pushing her laptop away as she leaned back in her chair while swinging her legs over the top of the table to relax. Her hands wrapped together behind her head as she sighed happily. “Now we just need to figure out what spa services he booked and Emmy can do her thing.” 

“Sounds easy enough.” Emmy grinned, returning to her cup of tea as she took another soul-warming sip. “As long as I have time to make it to the Japanese clay tubs, I’m happy.” She murmured happily as she found her cozy spot back amongst the cushions of the window nook. Nothing was going to stand in her way of some much-needed relaxation and she was going to make sure of it. 

—

As the brittle air whipped around the guests gathered outside of the organically heated pools, Ruby and Emmy strolled their way through the natural rock formations of the hot springs. Steam cast a fog of ambiance around them as the cool air mixed with the heat of the water, aiding in warming the atmosphere. The girls had on their sexiest swimwear, desperately searching for Kim Leedo through the boujie guests lounging in the springs. Thankfully, they each had on a luscious winter coat to help keep them bundled from the breeze until they located their target. 

“No sign of him yet.” Ruby mumbled under her breath, her eyes skillfully scanning the pockets of pools throughout the rocks and patio in an attempt to locate him. Emmy silently did the same, casting her eye beyond at another section of pools as she caught a glimpse of a few more patrons relaxing about. 

“Let’s check up there.” She casually spoke to Ruby, nodding politely at a few wealthy guests enjoying their amenities as they passed by. Ruby closed her eyes as a sharp wind blew by, causing a deep-rooted shiver to course through her bones. 

Emmy noticed Ruby’s reaction, giggling quietly at her friend's torture. While Jade was the oldest of the group, Ruby and Emmy weren’t too far in age. They often ganged up on Jade, taking each other’s sides as they teased the eldest. Emmy relished the opportunity to finally mess with Ruby a little. “What’s wrong? Canada’s too cold for you?” Emmy’s tone mimicked that of a small child, causing Ruby’s features to morph into a stare of annoyance. 

“Damn right. I should be at the spa or on the beach sipping a cocktail right now.” Ruby grumbled as she wrapped her arms around her torso. The great white north wasn’t exactly her choice of vacation. Thankfully, there came promises of exhilarating spa treatments and clay tubs that she could soak in to revitalize herself from their latest jobs. 

Emmy rolled her eyes, laughing at the brawn of their group. “You’ll be in the water enjoying the heat in no time.” 

Ruby huffed at the thought, knowing she wasn’t planning on staying out in the community pools for very long. “Once we find this prick, I’m ditching you for the clay tubs.” She shamelessly admitted, to which Emmy simply shook her head.

“Don’t worry. I’ll have him wrapped around my finger in no time.” Emmy beamed, eager for a new man to dig her claws into. She needed a distraction and she fully intended to indulge in it to thieve him of his money all while relaxing and enjoying her time. 

Ruby laughed sarcastically as she nudged Emmy to glance over toward a new set of springs. “Yeah, if we can find him first.”

While the youngest of the group ventured out into the cold, Jade found herself looking around the receptionist's desk at the entrance of the spa. Her eyes scanned over the various signs displaying their services as she quietly plucked a pamphlet from its holder to properly investigate the spa and its offerings. “May I help you with anything?” A dainty brunette at the counter offered the brains of the group her largest customer service smile. 

Jade instantly shrunk behind the pamphlet, shyly observing the spa’s offerings as her eyes found one of the mud masks. “How much is the Arctic mud package?” Her eyes flickered back up to the brunette, watching her smile remain just as plastered to her face as before. 

The hostess tapped away on an iPad, pulling up the various packages offered to their guests. Just as she was turning the device toward Jade, the sound of a phone ringing from the back office echoed through the reception room. Her smile faltered at the noise as she placed the tablet down in front of Jade, resting on top of the counter. “Take a look at the pricing.” She offered as she turned her attention toward the back. “I’ll be back in a minute, excuse me.” 

Jade lowered her pamphlet, closing it as she reached for the tablet as if pretending to be interested in booking herself a service. Once the receptionist disappeared in the back, Jade quickly manipulated the software of the tablet, attempting to locate the spa's internal information system to figure out when Leedo’s services would take place.

Unfortunately for her, the employee wasn’t logged into the tablet, and hacking the system would add more time to her task. Her eyes flickered up to the desktop computer on the opposite side of the desk. Jade frantically looked to see if anyone else was around, thankful to find an empty building since everyone was outside enjoying the amenities. She set the iPad down, pressing her palms against the countertop as she gently lifted herself up to glance over at the screen. 

Thankfully, the employee was already logged in with the appointment booking already pulled up for reference. “Perfect.” Jade beamed as she took another glance around before swiftly maneuvering herself around the counter toward the desktop computer. She quickly moved the mouse, typing away to insert Leedo’s information as his reservation pulled up on the screen. 

Jade couldn’t fight the smile from pulling on her features as she pulled out her cell phone, snapping a picture before quickly resetting the screen just as she found it. Of course, she made sure to skillfully remove any history of digital footprints from her search before hearing rustling coming from the back office. 

Jade quickly moved back around the desk, snatching the pamphlet from the countertop as she felt herself collide with what she could only presume to be a body. “I’m so sorry.” She babbled as she turned around, only for her heart to sink to her stomach at the sight of a familiar, yet, handsome man standing behind her. 

Jimin’s lips were stretched into a sly smile as he plucked the pamphlet from her hand. Jade's jaw practically dropped open, stunned to see him here in all places, especially after a few cases being clear of the mischievous male trio. “What do we have here?” Jimin’s voice was like a spell, soft and alluring as he leaned into her to whisper in her ear. “Caught red-handed, love.” 

Jade went to protest but was interrupted by the return of the employee who was walking back from the office. “Did you find anything you’d like?” She asked calmly toward Jade before flashing a genuine smile at Jimin as she admired the new guest. 

Jade rolled her eyes, quickly catching onto the employee’s attraction to their rival as she grabbed her pamphlet back from Jimin. “I’m going to think it over some more.” Jade flashed a wild threatening stare in Jimin’s direction before softening her eyes to turn back toward the woman. “I can call to book from my suite, right?” She added as the woman nodded at her inquiry, clearly distracted by Jimin. 

“Wonderful.” Jade couldn’t hide the slight bite in her tone as she turned to walk past Jimin. She practically gasped when he grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks before giving her a cocky grin. 

“We’ll be watching you.” His voice dipped in octaves as his voice hummed low enough for just her ears to comprehend. 

She offered him a sarcastic smile, pulling herself away from his grip as her eyes pierced into him. “I look forward to it.” She snapped under her breath before walking off toward the pools to seek out Ruby and Emmy. While she was eager to tell them about Leedo’s planned activities, she was also eager to warn them about the looming presence of their rivals. 

—

Out by the main hot springs, Emmy and Ruby continued their search through the various streams of pools flowing into each other through the natural formations of the rocks. Little to their knowledge, they weren’t aware of the pair of eyes stalking them from the highest pool, overlooking the cascading springs into each section. 

Jungkook and Taehyung were casually sprawled about the rocks, the heat from the water causing the stone to warm their bodies perfectly in contrast to the frosty air. Jungkook and Taehyung were both wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks, their torsos bare to the world as their coats rested on the rocks beside them. 

“What’s so special about this prick?” Taehyung whined, a pout pulling at his bottom lip as he stretched out beside Jungkook, his body tensing up from an incoming breeze as he groaned from the elements. 

Jungkook sat up, placing his elbows against his knees as he stalked the sight of Leedo casually soaking in the springs as his back was pressed against the rocks. “He’s loaded.” Jungkook added, his eyes shifting at the sight of movement walking towards Leedo’s pool. To his surprise, he found his favorite female criminal strutting up the steps, Emmy’s eyes sharply focusing on Leedo as Jungkook’s interest suddenly piqued. 

He pulled his lower lip into his mouth, nibbling on the metal of his lip piercing as his eyes drank in the sight of her toned body sporting a dangerously attractive bikini that he could barely make out beneath the coat draped across her shoulders. Jungkook moved his hand to smack against Taehyung’s side, keeping his eyes glued to Emmy as Ruby came into view behind her. “Look alive. We have company.” 

Taehyung groaned at Jungkook’s rough action, rubbing his side as he pushed himself up to see what was worth interrupting his relaxation. To his amusement, he followed Jungkook’s stare to find Emmy and Ruby both looking stunning against the elements as they stopped to converse with each other. 

“Ah, our klepto Barbie is here,” Taehyung commented through a smirk, stirring an uncomfortable sensation in Jungkook’s stomach as Taehyung referred to Emmy as theirs. He knew he was trying to keep space between them given they were natural enemies in their field of work, but it didn’t prevent his jealousy from igniting as Taehyung gawked at their appearance. “And the drunk too? What a treat.” Taehyung hummed happily as he adjusted himself to have a better view. 

Jungkook chewed at the inside of his cheek, fighting off his urge to make any comments as he watched Emmy strip herself of her coat, reviewing just how attractive her body looked in her swimwear. Jungkook couldn’t help but let his mind fall into the temptation of dwelling on thoughts of their previous encounters. Why did she have to be so fucking alluring? “Damn.” Taehyung ‘s voice sliced through his concentration, causing him to narrow his eyes in his partner's direction. “What?”

“Don’t forget, they're here for him.” Jungkook quickly commented, letting his jealousy simmer down as he watched Emmy sit on the edge of the stone patio, letting her feet dip into the heat of the water. 

 Taehyung clicked his tongue in annoyance as Jungkook’s attention remained on their target and the infiltrating beauties. “Well…” Taehyung pushed himself up from the rocks, reaching for his coat as he quickly covered his body from the elements. “I take it you can handle keeping an eye on those two?” Taehyung teased as he slipped his feet into some of the spa's complimentary slippers.

“And where are you going?” Jungkook protested, his eyebrows scrunching as he turned his attention to his partner. 

“To relax.” Taehyung flashed a confident grin as he started walking off. “Don’t enjoy yourself too much.” He called back, leaving Jungkook to fend for himself as he disappeared down the path away from the springs. 

Meanwhile, Emmy and Ruby sat on the opposite end of the pool, completely oblivious to Jungkook’s presence given their focus was merely on Leedo. Emmy let out a small moan of pleasure as her skin touched the warmth of the spring, letting her legs swirl in the water as Ruby stood behind her. 

“It’s too cold out here,” Ruby complained, glancing back in Leedo’s direction to see that he was casually scrolling through his phone while enjoying the relaxation of the water. “You can handle this, can’t you?” Ruby practically begged, desperately fighting off her uncontrollable shivers. 

Emmy giggled to herself, placing her hands on the edge of the pool as she stared up at the brawn of their trio. “Please, this is nothing.” 

Ruby’s features seemed relieved as she pulled a key card from her coat to slip it into Emmy’s that was hanging off one of the loungers. “Then I’m outta here.” She offered Emmy another look of gratitude as she glanced back over at Leedo. “If you need me, I’ll be at the clay tubs defrosting my fucking body.” 

Before Emmy could get in another word, Ruby was already sprinting back down the path, eager to escape the cold. Emmy could only shake her head in laughter as she slowly dipped her body into the pool, letting the warmth encompass her limbs. She sighed happily, her eyes shifting back towards Leedo, happy to see him glancing up from his phone. 

Emmy took this as her opportunity, carefully bringing her arms up to pull the hair tie from around her strands to let her hair cascade down onto her shoulders. She swiftly swayed her head back and forth until her tresses were attractively shaping her features. Leedo seemed intrigued as he closed his phone and set it down against the rocks behind him, reaching his arms out to rest against the rocks as he took in the sight of the mysterious beauty who joined the spring. 

There wasn’t another body in the water beside the two, casting an alluring environment for the pair. The heat caused Emmy’s fair complexion to instantly flush red, almost as if she was purposefully trying to bewitch him with the rosy coloration of her cheeks. She finally glanced back in his direction, offering him a flirtatious smile as she brought her hand up to push her hair back behind her ear. 

Leedo was a very handsome man. His body was a clear display of his athleticism as his muscles sculpted his body wonderfully. He was easy on the eyes, his features devilishly accentuating his charms. Honestly, it was surprising that he was visiting a place like this on his own without a blonde or two on his side. 

It didn’t take long for Emmy to notice Leedo smiling back at her, nodding his head in his direction as if welcoming her to join him. Emmy paused for a moment, contemplating the offer as if playing hard to get, glancing back in the direction that Ruby had just disappeared in. She bit her lip gently, glancing back at him only to see his eyes become wildly playful. 

She smiled bashfully as she walked her way through the water, feeling her confidence course through her body. The closer she stepped to their target, the more handsome he became, causing her the smirk to herself at the thought of having a nice distraction to play with while making their hustle. “What’s a handsome gentleman such as yourself doing out here alone?” She asked, batting her eyelashes and offering Leedo her most captivating smile. 

She felt her heart swell with pride as his facial expression so easily exposed his attraction to her, reminding her of the high she felt each time her self-esteem was boosted by their targets. It was good to be back in her usual role. Leedo blatantly looked her up and down, his irises sparkling with his intentions. “I could ask the same thing of you.” He grinned as he extended a hand. “Leedo, pleasure to meet you, Miss…?” 

“Emerald.” She answered simply, holding out her hand to accept his kind greeting. “The pleasure is all mine.” 

While Emmy became cozy in the warmth of the spring beside Leedo, Jungkook maintained his distance as he watched the scene play out. Something didn’t sit right with Jungkook, the constant pull of his stomach was different from the previous times he watched Emmy hustle their targets. He narrowed his stare, leaning forward as he pressed his hands together in thought, focusing on the brunette's efforts to seduce the young billionaire. 

Jungkook noticed each flip of her hair, each strategic flutter of her eyelashes as Leedo easily fell into her trap like a moth to a flame. These were her tricks, things Jungkook witnessed from her numerous times before. Somehow, this time felt different. Maybe it was the way Leedo so quickly indulged in her delusions, or maybe the uncomfortable feeling slowly caused Jungkook to question his own game. He had nothing appealing compared to her looks. He would need to distract her if he and his partners had any hope of getting near their target. Especially seeing how dumbstruck he seemed over the imposter of a woman batting her eyes in his direction. 

With a stroke of luck, a distant chime caused Jungkook’s focus to break, readjusting to the sight of Leedo quickly reaching for his phone. The message seemed to rip him away from Emmy’s venomous stare like a charm, offering Jungkook the perfect opportunity to swoop in himself. 

Jungkook slowly crawled down the rocks, letting his legs dip into the heat of the springs as his bare torso was suddenly soothed from the cold air. He watched Leedo turn his attention back toward Emmy, offering her a haste goodbye with the promise of meeting up with her at a later date. Emmy’s lips pulled into a playful and flirty pout as she watched Leedo collect his things before both of them seemed to exchange a silent glance, eager for their next rendezvous. 

Jungkook slowly pushed his way through the water, creeping up behind his newly acquired target as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear from behind. “Moving on so quickly?” His voice was paired with a cocky grin as Emmy whipped around to find Jungkook handsomely displayed before her with his tattoo sleeve gloriously displayed. “And here I thought we could finish what we started?”

It took a moment for Emmy to fully register that the man she had so desperately been trying to escape was now standing in front of her, glistening from the water droplets collected on his toned abdomen. Once she finally managed to pull herself together, she turned her attention to the smug look on his face as he shamelessly stepped closer. “Surprised to see me, baby girl?” He teased, flicking his tongue against his lip piercing. “It’s been a while.”

The reality was, it had been a while. The girls managed to go off on their own and successfully conduct a few hustles in peace, avoiding the trio of misfits until this very moment. “Fuck off.” Emmy groaned, rolling her eyes as she casually took a step back toward the edge of the naturally formed pool. 

Jungkook took her hostility as an invitation, smoothly maneuvering himself to trap her between his arms as he caged her against the edge of the pool. “You know, you’d be far better off chasing a real man.” 

Emmy sucked in a breath, feeling her body shiver at the forced proximity Jungkook was placing her under. She didn’t know if it was the combination of the heat and the cold swirling around her or if it was the alluring pull Jungkook still seemed to hold against her. “A real man?” She practically laughed at the thought, letting her anger toward him fuel her response. 

Jungkook pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, feeling himself naturally lean closer as his eyes stalked the prey trapped within his reach. “Yeah, one who can fuck you just right.” He added, the tone of his voice dipping deeper as the corners of his mouth pulled into a smug grin. “Someone…like…me.” 

With each word, he leaned in closer, hovering his lips near Emmy’s as she instinctively pushed against his chest to keep him at bay. Her hands were instantly warmed by the heat of his bare chest, causing her to bite the inside of her cheek in an attempt to keep herself from falling for the same tricks that got her in this mess. 

“Please.” She scoffed, pressing harder against him as she tried to move past him. “I’d prefer my chances with Leedo.” She grit her teeth, her eyes shifting up to find Jade walking out towards the springs. 

Jungkook released a hand from the stone, grabbing Emmy’s arm as he turned her back toward him. “He’ll see right through your tricks, baby girl.” 

Emmy froze at the words, clenching her jaw as she fought the influx of words threatening to escape the barrier of her lips. Jungkook wasn’t worth her getting so upset. He was their enemy, why would she allow herself to be so bothered by the things he says or does? “I said fuck off, remember?” She called back, refusing to turn and face him again as she made her way out of the water, seeking her towel and coat to warm her tightening muscles as she was met with another chilly wind. 

She fought the urge to look back, choosing to focus on Jade as she hastily made her way closer to the main building. Jade turned the corner, spotting Emmy moving toward her quickly as the youngest pulled her inside the building to enjoy the central heating. “Emmy, I just ran into…”

“Let me guess, the three stooges?” Emmy’s features were etched with irritation as Jade placed together that her partner must have also had an encounter with the annoying trio. 

—

While Emmy and Jade handled all of the various elements of their current hustle, Ruby utilized the opportunity to venture off on her own, trying to make the best of her time in the frigid north. She took her time exploring the facilities surrounding the infamous hot springs, finally approaching a path that would lead her down to the Japanese clay tubs. After freezing her ass off for the majority of this trip so far, she figured warming herself in a mineral-rich tub would do the trick in soothing her tired muscles. 

She groaned as the wind tunneled through the buildings, causing her promenade down the path to be quite unpleasant as she pushed through the tension of her limbs from the chill that overcame her body. “I fucking hate this place.” She snipped at herself, knowing the spa was probably one of the nicest she’d been to in a while, however, the temperature was dampening her mood. 

Ruby instantly smiled once the clay tubs came into view, ready to douse herself in the warmth of the water. She approached one of the tubs, noticing a family occupying it to half of its capacity, deciding to walk down a little further in hopes of finding one that would be free of other spagoers. She continued down past some of the winter foliage, noticing another tub down the way with a few patrons, causing her to click her tongue in annoyance. She knew there was another as she moved passed the second, desperate to escape the cold. 

Thankfully, upon venturing down a little further, she noticed another tub hidden within a few low pine trees, the tub was almost completely empty except for a single person resting on the opposite end. Ruby’s body was shivering at this point that she figured sharing with someone would be her only option as she set her towel and coat down, slipping her warm slippers off as she rapidly darted towards the steps leading into the relatively small tub. 

She couldn’t help the moan of satisfaction as she stepped into the warm water, her body instantly soothed from the elements as she sunk into the vacant end of the tub, sitting down against the edge till the water was covering her body up to her shoulders. 

While she was concerned about quickly entering the tub, she failed to realize that Taehyung was the other occupant resting on the opposite end of the clay pool. His relaxed expression instantly turned cold as he opened his eyes to inquire about the sudden noise, feeling irritation bubble in his chest. “Well, if it isn’t the alcoholic,” He spoke coldly, sitting up as Ruby came to the realization of who was sitting across from her. “You’re gonna have to piss off and find somewhere else to relax. I was here first.”

Despite the tranquility Ruby felt from being encased in a blanket of warmth, her body tensed up as her eyes pierced through Taehyung. “Fuck no.” Ruby snapped, feeling irritation bubble over from having to once again deal with the male trio of idiots. “What the hell are you even doing here?” She seethed in annoyance, crossing her arms over her chest to conceal her body lusciously displayed in her swim attire. “I’m starting to think you’re stalking us or some shit.”

Taehyung’s jaw tensed as he bit down, tilting his head to the side as he purposely stretched his legs out, bumping into her in the process. “I’m here to enjoy these Japanese clay tubs, something I clearly can’t do with a woman who can’t shut the fuck up for two damn minutes.” His voice softened, a tone of amusement echoing in his every syllable as Ruby practically spat at his presence bumping into her. 

“You’re welcome to leave.” Ruby hissed with a false smile, gesturing towards the exit of the tub. “It would be far more relaxing without all of your toxic masculinity.” 

Taehyung pushed off the edge of the tub, moving closer to Ruby until he pressed his arm on the edge of the hardened clay beside her head. “Like I said, sweetheart.” His voice dipped into a lower register as he leaned in closer to her. “I was here first, so you can either leave…or it looks like you’re stuck with me.” 

His last words were spoken in a seductive tone, his lips tugging into a mischievous smirk the moment Ruby smacked her lips in disgust and annoyance. He relished in the fact that this was torture for her, and he fully intended on making this the worst relaxation of her life. 

Ruby debated her options, deciding that staying there wasn’t worth an ounce of her time. She sent him a threatening glare as she stood up to get out of the tub, instantly met with the brutal bite of the cold whipping around her. She glanced back at her towel and coat, feeling like every step to retrieve her items would be agonizing in this weather. 

A long drawn-out groan escaped her lips as she sat back down in the water, admitting her defeat. “What’s wrong? Can’t handle the cold?” Taehyung teased as he moved even closer to her. “What about the heat? Can you handle that?” 

Ruby instantly pressed the sole of her foot against him as she extended her leg to push him away from her, her features morphed into annoyance and disgust. “I’m gonna tell you how this is gonna go.” She watched as he fell back against the opposite end of the tub, amused by her actions. “You’re gonna stay on that side with your mouth shut.” She continued as she offered him a serious glare. “And if you don’t, you’ll be searching for your dick at the bottom of this tub. Got it?” 

Taehyung brought his arms out of the water, resting them on the edge of the tub as he intently scanned Ruby’s expression for any signs of being able to crack her down. Once noticing her level of agitation, he decided to simply back off, laughing under his breath as he leaned his head back to rest his eyes. “Ah, so you’re the bitch of the group.” He teased just a little further, peaking an eye open to see the fire blazing behind her pupils. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll go easy on you.” 

Ruby watched him close his eyes again as he silently enjoyed the beneficial waters of the clay tubs, leaving her with no other option but to do the same. She let out a huff of frustration before wrapping her arms back around her chest to comfort herself as she leaned her head back, keeping every inch of her body underwater that didn’t need to be out to breathe. 

—

The Nordic Hot Springs offered a variety of amenities that allowed its guests to relax and enjoy the tranquility of all its splendor. Emmy was more than happy to partake in one of the designated relaxation rooms, hoping to decompress from her encounter with the infuriating swine she knew as JK. With a towel rolled up under her arm, she shuffled into the  Hibernation Relax Room, peering around at the calming atmosphere. 

The room was sizeable to accommodate ample walking space between a few large and curved lounges. Her sandals scuffed lightly against the sand tiles that nearly covered the entire room apart from the navy-colored structures. The room had no light other than the natural sunlight warping off the glass block windows and the magenta LED luminescence accentuating the lounges and storage areas. 

She hesitated when she noticed the only available spots were built to accommodate more than one person. She sighed defeatedly, deciding that the extra space would have to do, and prayed that no one tried to give her any trouble for taking the larger lounge. She walked to the side closest to the entrance, placing her towel on the dark tiles away from the gentleman with large headphones practically snoring in the lounge beside her. 

Once the cotton was spread evenly over the surface, she gently rested her body along the warm but firm structure to get comfortable. She shifted around, adjusting her posture on the chair, and felt her muscles instantly loosen from the heat radiating from beneath her. She exhaled deeply, nearly sinking into the tiles as the warmth cradled her into tranquility. She savored the moment just a little longer before deciding to retrieve her earbuds from her case, hoping some music would enhance her experience. 

The white noise of the room disappeared as the devices were plugged into her ears, waiting patiently for her to make a selection to match the mood.  She pursed her lips together, her eyes scanning the plethora of playlists on her mobile device until finally, she found a variety of soundscapes that would ease her mind, and wash all thoughts of Jungkook down the babbling brooks. She rested her crown back on the tile, allowing herself to close her eyes and drift with the soft trickling droplets singing in her ears. 

Emmy could swear she died and gone to heaven as tension was pulled from her body the further she sunk into the fabric of her towel. She inhaled and exhaled, deeply and slowly. Her mind seemed to be floating towards the clouds as her body rested to where she could feel nothing, and she knew that there was very little that could disturb her at that moment. 

She intently listened to the sounds of water, traveling from simple droplets before soon turning into a cascade. Emmy felt a shift in the air, but readjusted her muscles, letting her joints softly pop with the movement. She hummed happily as the ambiance returned, hearing her voice vibrate over the waterfall roaring in her ears. The lighting in the room seemed to flicker from behind her eyelids, a shadow shrouding the natural light from coming into the windows. She decided to ignore it, figuring it was one of the other patrons she spotted within the space when she arrived. It wasn’t until a draft brushed over her side that she opened an eye to peak at the disruption. 

Before she could see their face, a built figure plopped down beside her on the double lounge after casting their towel on the surface. She sat up sharply ready to give them a piece of her mind when she realized who the culprit was. With an aggravated groan, Emmy ripped an earbud out to hear his sorry excuses. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Jungkook couldn’t keep the childish grin from his face as he settled comfortably beside her. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Emmy turned her body, squaring off in his direction as she addressed him again. “Why are you on my lounge?” She snapped, taking the earbud out to put it away for a quick escape from the insufferable Casanova. 

Jungkook looked around, playing the ultimate dumb card and acting as if he was entirely confused. “Well, why else would you need so much space, baby girl?”

Emmy tossed her head back, groaning in the back of her throat. “Ugh, it was the only one available,” She huffed through her nostrils, determination plastered over her features. She firmly placed her hands against his bicep, pushing him away with all her strength. “Now, get off.”

Jungkook chuckled, amused by her efforts as he continued to sit like a boulder. He grabbed a hold of her wrists, pushing her hands away from his body as he loomed over her. “Oh, I get it…you’re hoping that Leedo guy might come in and make his move.”

Emmy rolled her eyes, pulling her wrists out of his grip and swatting him away from her proximity. “No, I’m here to…” She paused, realizing that she was about to humor his need for attention by admitting that she was trying to get him out of her head. 

He waited, a smirk crawling over his lips as he noticed her hesitation to continue her response. “Ah, now I see. I bothered you that much, huh?” He curled his body on the lounge, supporting his head with his palm as he grinned mischievously back at her. 

It took everything in her not to slap him clear across the face and storm right out. Of course, he did, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. “You bother me the same way any other pain in the ass would, so don’t flatter yourself.”

Jungkook blatantly raked her figure with his gaze, unashamed when he suddenly felt parched after admiring the most succulent fruit he’d ever indulged in. She watched his tongue swipe across his bottom lip, flicking against his lip piercing as she decided she needed to retreat before he tried pulling her back into his trap. She sat up, gathering her phone and headphone case as Jungkook quickly thought of a way to keep her distracted.

Before she moved off the lounge, Jungkook crawled over her lap and successfully pushed her back down. The shape of the structure allowed him to push her further up the surface as her thighs rested over top of his. Emmy was stunned by how quickly he seemed to disable her ability to move, frantically looking around at the other people in the room. “Are you out of your mind?” She whispered harshly, avoiding bringing too much attention to themselves. 

Jungkook smiled in that knowing and seductive way, unapologetic for his actions that kept her right where he wanted her. He rested his palms against the warmed tile, caging her beneath him as he leaned in close. Emmy’s hands shot out to push him away, but his determination was relentless. “You came to relax, right? So why don’t I help you really relax?” He slipped one hand over her side, grazing over her curves before gripping the soft flesh of her hip.

Emmy squirmed under his touch, unable to get any leverage from her position as she was supported by his lap. She grunted in aggravation, pulling his hand from her body as she tried to wiggle away from him. “Why don’t you fuck off like I’ve already told you?” Jungkook’s palm smacked down by the side of her head again, keeping her from slipping out of his hold. 

Jungkook could feel his patience wearing thin. She was usually difficult, but her defenses were at an all-time high. Watching Taehyung and Leedo had already started an uncomfortable sensation in the pit of his stomach, but the extra effort in avoiding him left a bad taste in his mouth. His rationality was slipping and frustration was fueling his instincts. “You’re not special, sweetheart.”

Emmy froze, the venom in his tone striking through her veins as she digested his words. She blinked, slowly feeling herself come back from the shock of his rude comment. “Excuse me?” Her response was less than friendly.

Jungkook felt his pride soar when he watched her reaction to his remark. He knew she secretly craved validation and praise, it was one of the first things he noticed about her. He also knew she’d recognize the term of endearment used by his partner, the very same one she so easily slept with after repeatedly having dalliances with himself. “You heard me,” He challenged her, leveling his stare with her own as he completely invaded her senses until their noses brushed together. “Just another little gold digger, aren’t you? Stringing men along until you get what you want?”

“Is that what you think? I’m stringing you along? Ha!” Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she leaned up to bump his nose with her own. “What would I possibly want from you?” She spat, her blood speeding through her system until her body buzzed with anger. She was already set off by his original statement, but he continued to strike nerve after nerve with each passing second. 

Jungkook tilted his head while moving away from her, that infuriating smirk making a comeback. “Why don’t you tell me since apparently you can’t stop thinking about me?” 

“From the moment you’re out of my sight, you don’t even exist to me, JK.” Emmy hissed, taking the opportunity to throw her leg over his lap and get away. Jungkook watched her scurry from the lounge, pushing his tongue against his cheek.

He paused, a thought crossing his mind as he moved to chase her. “Clearly, you’re finished with V and it’s obvious what you want from a guy like Leedo…” Emmy whipped around, glaring at him as he followed her. 

Her arms were crossed over her chest, pressing the flesh together for Jungkook’s viewing pleasure. “A guy like Leedo?” She wondered.

They were stopped just at the entrance of the Hibernation room when Jungkook leaned his arm against the threshold as he hovered over Emmy. “Oh come on, you think he’s just here to enjoy the spa?” Jungkook laughed at the notion. “No, he’s here for two reasons: one to flaunt his wealth and two to fuck around.”

Emmy hummed with amusement, “I guess it’s true what they say, takes one to know one.”

“And I bet you’re not the only girl he’s talking to.” Jungkook seemed proud of himself, spotting that Leedo was just another pompous rich boy out to throw some dough around to look like a hot shot since he had no other accomplishments. “Come on, forget chasing him, and let’s have some real fun.“ He moved to trace his fingertips up her arm, dropping his eyes low before trying to entice her with the hooded appearance.

Despite how handsome he looked, Emmy was still scorned by his comment and almost appalled that he thought he could just sweep it under the rug. She pulled his hand from her body, dropping it away from her like a piece of trash as she looked at him smugly. “Well, I wouldn’t want to keep stringing you along so I think I’ll pass. I wouldn’t want to damage your ego more than I have.” She turned on her heel, pushing against the door to escape Jungkook before he thought of another way to distract her from the mission. 

The second she broke through the door, she felt like she could breathe again. The cold air rushed over her warm flesh, sizzling out the rapid racing of her heart after fighting the urge to prove her worth to Jungkook. She hated that he crawled under her skin so easily, especially after hearing him call her sweetheart. She never imagined that him using such a common endearment would make her feel so insignificant. 

She glanced over her shoulder as she continued distancing herself from Jungkook, noticing him slowly walking out of the room. She snapped her head forward, making sure to disappear around the corner of another building to avoid any more interactions with him. Without the piercing feeling of his eyes on her, she felt more at ease and was ready to refocus her attention on the mission. The timing couldn’t be more perfect as she spotted Leedo standing along the rocks overlooking the forest. 

She walked quietly in his direction, adjusting her posture to become more relaxed and allowing her hips to swing with every step. She noticed that he seemed to be on the phone, but his gaze swiftly ran over her figure, causing him to pause in his conversation. As she approached, he seemed to shake himself out of the daydream playing in his head before he quickly said something into the phone and closed it. 

“Hey there handsome.” Emmy greeted, pulling her hair over her shoulder and gently twirling it with her finger. 

Leedo’s smile was all too inviting as he stepped closer to her, his eyes feasting upon the shape of her frame. “I was hoping to run into you again.”

Emmy feigned surprise, coyishly blinking up at him. “Oh?”

Leedo was eating out of the palm of her hand, admiring the innocent expressions on her face as if waiting for him to charm the pants off her. “Well, yeah. It’d be a shame for such a pretty girl to spend her time alone. I wanted to keep you company.”

Emmy internally cringed at his tactics for flirting, but she bit the inside of her cheeks as she continued to smile. “Well, you know what would be really great? Maybe a nice candlelight dinner?” Any man knows that a romantic dinner is the way to take a girl to bed, which would give Emmy the opportunity to swipe his wallet. 

Leedo grinned, picking up on her hint for a good time, but just as quickly he winced. “Aw, damn. You know what? I completely forgot I already have dinner plans.” He seemed frustrated with himself, realizing that he might not get the evening he was planning with the brunette. 

Emmy tilted her head, wondering why he had predetermined dinner plans during his time at the hot springs. Her brows were furrowed together, “With who?”

Leedo’s eyes widened, not expecting her to ask that question and seeing the small pout on her lips. “Oh, just an investor.” Emmy’s features did not soften as she curled her brow over her forehead, wondering why he would meet with an investor at a resort in the mountains. Before she could dwell any further on the subject, Leedo grabbed her hand gently, resting it in his large palm. “Maybe after we can meet somewhere?” His voice was hopeful.

Despite the numerous red flags waving in her face, Emmy continued with the seductive facade, “I would love to.” She bit her lip as Leedo grinned, feeling suddenly nervous as Jungkook’s remark about the type of guy Leedo was replayed in her head. While ultimately she didn’t care, it bothered her to know Jungkook had leverage over her and might gain the audacity to say “I told you so.” She shook him from her mind, setting up her new plan of action to take advantage of Leedo during their after-dinner rendezvous.

—

After an afternoon of hacking the Nordic spa’s clientele profiles, Jade was finally able to track Leedo’s reservations for an appointment for a Swedish massage the following day. She felt pride seeping through her limbs as she informed Emmy and Ruby of his whereabouts and how she would be the only person fit to handle this part of the hustle. 

Jade had a vast knowledge of random skills, something she easily picked up over her youth which allowed her to be the perfect brain of their operations. Tomorrow, she would pose as Leedo’s masseuse while tonight was dedicated to her enjoying some of the amenities that Emmy and Ruby have had plenty of time to enjoy. 

The eldest of the trio happily hummed to herself as she strolled through the main facilities, passing the saunas as she sought out one of the themed steam rooms. Through her extensive knowledge of the spa and its services, she discovered a lunar steam room that offered a pleasant benefit of infusing the steam with eucalyptus for the ultimate relaxation. Jade knew that this amenity was a popular one, waiting till the dinner hours of the evening to enjoy it in hopes of getting the entirety of the room to herself.

She shuffled through the back hallways, finally reaching a locker room designated for the lunar steam room. She hung the fluffy robe onto one of the hooks near the closest locker to the small door leading into the darkened room. She took a soothing breath, enjoying the cool air before her body would sweat out all of the built-up toxins invading her pores. 

Jade swiftly moved to pull open the door leading to the steam room, turning the dial on the wall to activate the steam as she walked through a thin-tiled hallway leading to another door that revealed a small dark-tiled room with two benches facing each other. The room had blue fluorescent lighting lining the edges of the floor and ceiling. It cast the perfect tranquil environment as the soothing fragrance of eucalyptus invaded her nostrils. 

She took a deep breath, relishing in the sensation of feeling her sinuses become uncongested alongside the clean aroma. She was pleasantly surprised to see that the room was completely abandoned, allowing her to pick her spot, and settle for the back corner near one of the steam ducts. She sat upon the warm tile, feeling her body relax as she leaned back against the wall, letting her limbs soften from the comfort of the steam. 

Jade utilized the opportunity to let any pent-up emotions escape her mind as she enjoyed a moment alone without her two youngest intruding on her life. While she loved her friends and partners, she also needed an occasional break from their constant teasing and pestering. 

After a few minutes of solitude and tranquility, she heard the soft click of the door as another spa patron entered to enjoy the benefits of the scented steam. Jade glanced up to notice a man’s physique walking toward the opposite corner of the room, seeking out a spot close to the steam ducts just as she had.  Jade suddenly felt nervous to be sharing such an intimate area with a random man, biting her lip nervously as she adjusted herself on the bench.

Her eyes took in the sight of his chiseled muscles, noticing a tattoo on his ribcage as he turned to sit across from her. Her pupils widened as the sight of his back graced her with an image of a tattoo running down the length of his spine, beautifully displaying the phases of the moon as her eyes glazed over the ink between the flex of his shoulder blades. With the darkness of the room, she wasn’t able to notice many of his features until he finally took a seat on the bench across from her, his eyes flashing up to meet her stare. 

Jade gasped at the unexpected reveal, watching Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise from seeing one of his adversaries casually sitting across from him. She let a sigh escape her lips with a soft groan, knowing the last thing she wanted to deal with was one of the men in his trio, especially since she was admiring his tattoos. 

Her mind quickly flashed back to their dalliance at the male strip club in Australia, realizing that she had been far too flustered to observe his tattoos properly. Now all of a sudden she was admiring his ink and drooling over his physique. She shook her head in annoyance, taking a soothing breath to calm herself. 

Jimin observed her irritation, settling on the bench calmly as he leaned back to enjoy the warm vapor. “I didn’t realize that was you.” He offered, wondering if she would get up and storm off from his presence. To his surprise, Jade continued to loung about on the bench, refusing to let his presence bother her. 

“Sure.” Jade spoke softly, refusing to make much eye contact with him as she switched her gaze onto the blue lighting that lined the floor beneath the benches. She felt her stubborn and defensive nature kicking in, refusing to budge from her seat just as Jimin seemed set on maintaining his position across from her to enjoy the spa. 

A deafening silence fell upon them as they heard nothing but the gentle hiss of the steam seeping out into the room as their lungs were consumed with the clean fragrance. Jade was purposefully avoiding looking in Jimin’s direction, feeling her heart race in her chest as the heat wrapped around her, causing her to become flustered. 

Jimin on the other hand was intently glancing over her figure, admiring the way her bikini exposed her physique to him. This was the first time he had ever seen the brains of their female counterparts dressed in such little clothing, leaving little to his imagination as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. 

As the steam got his blood pumping, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to memories he shared with the brunette, recalling their kiss in Jennie’s mansion to avoid the guards and the sensation of her lips molding over his abdomen during the body shot in Australia. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t fight the twitch of his member as his imagination dangerously took over, his eyes devouring the sight of her body, wishing she would join him on his side of the bench. 

He took a soothing breath to try and tame his raging desires, feeling the heat only bother him further as he adjusted in his seat. “So…” Jimin finally spoke, gripping the edge of the bench with his hands as he leaned forward slightly to make conversation. “What exactly is your job in seducing Mr. Kim?”

Jade blinked in surprise at his question, shifting her gaze back to find his dark eyes piercing into her. She felt herself sink under his gaze, nervously stumbling over her words as she tried to find something to say. Obviously, she didn’t want to brag about being his masseuse tomorrow. It would give him exactly the information he was searching for. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She answered plainly, hoping to end the conversation. 

The corner of Jimin’s mouth pulled into a flirtatious smirk, exposing his teeth as a small laugh escaped his smile. “Let’s hope you left the flirting to your partners.” He teased, lifting his eyebrows suggestively as he bit his lip. “I mean, don’t get me wrong,” He continued, looking through her as if she was transparent. “You’re flirting back at Napa Valley was cute and all, but your little gems are far better at getting a man’s attention.”

Honestly, Jimin had found her flirting quite endearing, enjoying her innocence and naive nature. It was one of the things that drew him to her versus the two younger females of her trio, not to mention the shape of her body that was lusciously displayed for his viewing pleasure. Of course, he would never let her know that he was attracted to her, which is why he used his teasing as a way to settle his stirring arousal. He leaned back, feeling the warmth of the steam further enhance his flirtatious nature, his body becoming sweltered in heat. 

Jade’s skin flushed a deeper shade of red as the heat and embarrassment pooled in her cheeks. How dare he? Of course, she wasn’t as confident and shameless as Emmy and Ruby, however she wasn’t a complete waste in seducing men. “Ha, men are so easy. They don’t think with their brains.” She added with a little bark, feeling belittled as Jimin chuckled at her comment. 

“Please, you’re too naive.” Jimin countered, shaking his head as he offered her another flirtatious smirk. “You’re cute though, I’ll admit that.” 

Jade felt her body tremble, infuriated that someone like Jimin would think such a thing of her. She was insulted and dejected and it was bothering her more than she cared to admit. She usually didn’t care about proving someone wrong. She didn’t know if it was the building heat between them or his insufferable teasing, but she suddenly felt the urge to put him in his place. 

She quickly thought to herself, wondering what Emmy would do in a situation like this? Jimin left her flustered multiple times in the past. It was her turn to return the favor and leave him speechless. Her mind suddenly settled on a thought, internally cringing as she contemplated executing the action. She took one more glance toward Jimin, seeing his tantalizing smile as his eyes drank in the sight of her. His smug expression caused her sanity to snap as she reached behind her back, tugging the string of her bikini top as she plucked the fabric from her torso. 

Jimin’s smirk quickly vanished from his face as a dumbfounded expression replaced his cheeky demeanor. Jimin could hardly catch his breath, admiring the way Jade’s perky mounds stood proudly before him, leaving him oogling over her body. “Fucking shit…” He whispered, feeling his mind go fuzzy from the heat and the salacious sight explicitly laid out before him. 

Jade grinned proudly as she tossed the fabric of her top over her shoulder, cocking her hip out to the side as she relished in the way Jimin’s jaw practically dropped to the floor. “All I need are these and I’ll win over any man.” She argued, standing tall as she shot him a teasing smile. “You got something, right there.” She spoke confidently as she gestured to the corner of her mouth. 

Jimin blinked out of his trance as he watched Jade strut back out of the steam room, pulling the door open to lead back toward the locker room. Jimin felt himself exhale as she stepped out, not realizing that he was holding his breath to avoid acting upon his thoughts. He sunk back on the bench, running his hands through his hair to push the damp strands back as he tried to calm his hardening length.  

Meanwhile, Jade made her way out of the steam room, feeling the cold air snap her out of her delusional confidence as she quickly realized that she was bare-chested for everyone to see. “What the hell, Jade.” She scolded herself, rapidly replacing her top back onto her torso to conceal herself. She shook her head from her sudden rash decision, cringing as she went to retrieve her robe from the locker. 

While her mind swirled with all of her insecurities, she couldn’t help but feel her pride swell from the reaction plastered on Jimin’s face as she left him completely speechless. She glanced back at the door of the steam room, watching Jimin stumbling out to cool off as she swiftly moved out of the locker room into the hallway, glancing back over her shoulder with a smirk as she pinched her robe closed to go find Emmy and Ruby. 

—

Emmy shivered as she stood in the plummeting temperatures of the Yukon, waiting for Leedo to hopefully show up just like they planned. She was bundled up in a coat with the freezing cold air that surrounded her as she stood in the darkness. Steam drifted from the springs along the resort, soothing the stiff ache in her muscles from being subjected to the frigid environment. 

The forest beyond the main property creaked and cooed, the nocturnal wildlife creeping in the shadows around the perimeter of the area. Emmy inhaled the refreshing air through her lungs before exhaling between her rounded lips, debating if she should cut her losses at this point since she had been waiting for about half an hour. 

She wondered what could be keeping him so long, considering how eager he seemed for her company. Was Jungkook right? Was he hooking up with other women during his stay? Or did his meeting run long? Emmy shook her head, frustrated that her thoughts drifted back to the bain of her existence. 

“There you are!” She heard from behind her, snapping her head in the direction of the voice to see Leedo jogging towards her. She instantly noticed that he seemed out of breath as if he was in a hurry to get there and freshly showered. She found it slightly odd considering he was supposed to be at dinner, but ignored the little voice in her subconscious steering her away from her target. Steal his information and get out, the money would follow. 

Her impatience melted as he approached her, replacing the stony expression with a more inviting smile. “I was wondering if you were still going to show up.” She cocked her hip to the side, accentuating the shape of her body as much as possible under the bulky coat. 

Leedo finally caught his breath, standing close to her warmth as he collected her gently in his arms. His touch was light, but invasive as he towered over her. “Sorry about that. My meeting ran longer than expected.”

Emmy noticed the flicker in his demeanor as he lied, but continued on her conquest. Whether he was truthful or not, she still planned to rob him blind. She ran her fingers up his torso, walking her fingertips along his sternum until she could tug on the collar of his jacket. Her eyelashes fluttered as she stood on her toes, brushing their lips together. “I’m just glad you made it.”

“Me too.” She heard him groan deep in his throat and knew she had him under her spell. His hands held her around the waist, molding her body to his frame. “So, what did you exactly have in mind?”

Emmy giggled, slipping from his arms and slowly walking off the deck onto a small path that led into the forest. She looked over her shoulder, flashing him a dazzling smile. “You’ll just have to follow me and see…” Her words were ominous, but her tone was full of sexual promise. Leedo had no issue or hesitance in following the flirtatious brunette in the middle of the night. 

She navigated them down the path toward small private pools that would allow them plenty of privacy from other guests of the resort and any offensive obstacles. The atmosphere was mostly dark, but the subtle illumination of the occasional lantern helped guide Emmy toward the pools while Leedo enjoyed the view from behind. She glanced over her shoulder as they approached the pools, noticing her target was focused on her assets. She sighed contently, feeling a rush course through her veins from his undivided attention. 

“Here we are.” She announced, spinning on her heel to present herself in front of Leedo with the scenery of the tranquil pool displayed behind her. Dim light and the moon’s face reflected off the steaming water as she pulled him into her. “Let’s go for a little swim.” She cooed.

Leedo suddenly seemed sheepish, glancing around as if he was being watched. “I thought maybe we could go to your room instead.” He suggested.

Emmy internally cringed at the notion, slightly irritated that he was unintentionally ruining her plans. She cleared her throat, hoping her emotions were masked behind her seductive smile as she stepped into him. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” She looked up at him behind her eyelashes, moving her hands over her coat and slowly peeling the fabric away from her body. Her skin instantly bristled when exposed to the climate, the only thing keeping her warm was his close proximity and the bathing suit she wore underneath. 

There was a hitch in his throat as she revealed her body, stepping away from him to retreat into the warm waters. He began salivating as she stood waist-deep in the pool before undoing the strings of her bikini top. “Fuck…” He whispered under his breath as her nipples instantly hardened from the cold air.

She twirled the article around her finger, letting the fabric wrap around her wrist as she lowered herself into the water. “Come on in.” She crooked her finger, drawing him in as he scurried to remove his clothes. He huffed when the temperatures hit his bare skin, pushing through the discomfort until he dipped his whole body into the pool.

Emmy hummed contently as she swam to him, crawling into his lap as his arms wrapped around her naked torso. His hands supported her ass, letting her core press against his member which slowly came to life after the flash freeze of getting undressed. “This is much better.” She cooed, curling her arms around his neck and tossing her bikini top onto the edge of the rocks surrounding them. 

There was a rumble of approval, “Yeah.” Leedo reached up to cup her cheek, bringing their lips together while dragging her over his naked thighs. Emmy could feel his dick prodding against her thigh as she fell into his kiss, pushing back harder so that he was close to the rocks. 

Emmy clawed at his scalp, digging her nails through the roots of his hair as his hands squeezed the swell of her ass, fingers teasing the seam of her bottoms. She adjusted her legs, sitting up higher on his waist as she pulled his head back, hovering over him as she slipped her tongue over his lip. She ignored the pit in her stomach when she felt smooth skin instead of the familiar cool metal, pushing forward to intoxicate her victim. 

Leedo parted his lips, accepting her tongue as it flicked against his own while his back muscles flexed against the smooth rocks. His hands moved up her spine, massaging her body under his strong palms as her breasts sat heavily against his chest.  The adrenaline running through his veins went rampant as he became more aggressive in his actions, his hands working harder on her body as his teeth nicked at her bottom lip. 

Emmy pulled back from his assault, shivers rattling her core at the sensations he was inducing. She panted for breath as his lips eagerly sucked at the skin of her neck, trailing down to her ample breasts. His arms raised her higher, his teeth latching over one of her pert nipples as she cried out into the night air.  Her senses buzzed with excitement as the crisp breeze swept over her skin while Leedo warmed her with his tongue. 

Her legs tightened around his middle as he devoured her supple flesh, Emmy stealing the opportunity to sneak his phone into her belongings haphazardly strewn on the forest ground. Keeping one hand against Leedo’s head, she used the other to reach into his discarded pants to shimmy the device from his pocket. She yelped when he abruptly switched to her other bud, the cold snapping against the one he left abandoned. Her hand clutched the device as her body adjusted to the change, moving slowly to hide it amongst her clothing. 

Just before she could slip it into her pile, the phone vibrated loudly as the face lit up to display the picture of a beautiful woman. Emmy gasped as she tossed the phone away, only able to notice that the caller's identification was labeled as Claudia. Leedo pushed Emmy away, urgently moving to retrieve his device. He didn’t seem to realize that it was lying on the ground as he was too concerned with seeing the name of the caller. “Shit!” He cursed, hopping out of the warm pool and quickly gathering his things. 

Emmy curled her eyebrow, curious as to why he seemed to be leaving when she was so close to getting what she needed. “What’s wrong?”

Leedo stopped, holding his clothes against his naked frame despite the chill creeping over his wet body. His eyes were wide and the phone continued to go off as he tried to think of an excuse. What surprised her was the laugh that escaped his throat as he played the whole thing off. “Nothing’s wrong, I just…It’s getting late so I should probably head back.”

As he started getting dressed, the phone finally stopped vibrating. He let out a sigh of relief as he pulled his pants up. Emmy leaned up on the rocks, batting her eyelashes up at him, “Are you sure you can’t stay?”

Leedo glanced down, nervously biting his nail as he looked at the tops of her breasts peaking out from the surface of the water. She picked up on his hesitation, anticipating that maybe he would change his mind again, but his phone started vibrating again. “Damn, I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Emmy pouted, watching him quickly throw his clothes back on, unconcerned with the disheveled appearance as he bid his goodbyes. She collapsed against the rock, feeling defeated and slightly rejected when he hurried back up the path without even making sure she made it back to the main resort. She groaned, thinking back on what Jungkook mentioned earlier. “I hate when he’s right.”

—

Ruby had her eye on the prize while approaching the entrance of the spa with her partner in crime, Emmy. “I can’t wait for this to be over.” She chattered from the cold air outside as Emmy grabbed the door handle. Ruby made it very apparent that she preferred warm weather over the frigid cold of the Yukon. She knew the second they were done with their catch, they would be heading back to the heat of Las Vegas.

Emmy chuckled, embracing the crisp breeze that blew by before they stepped inside the facility. “Come on, we’re at a hot spring. What’s there to complain about?” She peered over at her lean counterpart with a smirk tucked at her lips. 

Ruby only glared back, impatient with the sarcasm oozing from her friend. “Just get us checked in so I can do my job.” Emmy only chuckled as she stepped up toward the counter, settling the reservation that Jade arranged for them. 

Ruby stole an opportunity to look at her phone, reviewing the message Jade sent right as Leedo got settled into his appointment. The message confirmed his room number and the opportune time for Ruby to sneak in to steal his things. After ensuring she had the correct information, she began to pace the lobby taking slow methodical steps to avoid raising suspicion as she surveyed the layout. To her delight, only a couple of rooms were visible from the lobby before there was a sharp turn in the corridor. 

Emmy continued to talk to the receptionist as Ruby spotted the cameras placed in the main lobby and down the hall, hoping Jade accommodated for their footage during their appointment. “Ruby!” The sharp whisper of Emmy snatched her attention. “We can go to the room now.” She acknowledged, seeming impatient after waiting for her friend to stop scoping the place out. 

Ruby made a noise of mild surprise, acting aloof as she followed the youngest in their group. Emmy turned the corner, out of the view of the receptionist and Ruby grinned at the ease of the situation. “Perfect.” She muttered to herself noticing their room was just down the hall from Leedo’s.

Emmy opened the door, revealing a gray stone room highlighted by soft lighting over the small vanity and embedded like stars in the ceiling. Two luxurious massage tables were settled in the middle, covered with silk sheets, matching towels, and a decorative lotus flower. Emmy quickly swept over the room, noticing a discreet closet hidden just by the door. “This is where we put our things.” She mentioned, opening the closet to reveal a clean set of towels for them to use.

She handed one of the rolled-up towels to Ruby, sharing a knowing look as they went to their respective corners before dressing down for their treatment. “You know, we should do these more often.” Ruby commented, pulling her shirt over her head. 

Emmy paused, turning her head to speak in Ruby’s direction as she held her shirt at her waist. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I bet Jade would enjoy it.” She added, knowing their intellectual rarely relaxed. None of them did really, but even when they weren’t on a job, their friend was constantly doing research and tying up loose ends. 

Ruby laughed, thinking of their more reserved friend getting a massage. “What if we hire a male masseuse?” The two women stopped, looking back at each other with a knowing look before busting out in laughter. “She’d die.” She chuckled, her body shaking from the rapid movement of her diaphragm. 

“It’s going on my bucket list.” Emmy wiped a fake tear as images of Jade becoming even more tense during a massage rather than relaxing played in her head. “I wonder how she’s surviving with Leedo?”

Ruby continued dressing down, readjusting her view as she shimmied her pants down her legs. “As long as she’s keeping him distracted, it doesn’t matter.” She stepped out of her clothing before wrapping the towel around her body and gathering the bundle in her arms. “Ready?” She asked.

Emmy quickly shuffled her things together, standing upright and turning on her heel. “Yep!” She moved back over to the closet, placing their things in the cubby. “You’ve got your phone, right?” 

She glanced back at Ruby who gently patted her hip, “I got it right here.” When she pressed against the towel, there was an unnatural rectangular shape hidden beneath the fabric. Ruby had tucked the device into the waistband of her underwear so that she could scan Leedo’s information. 

Emmy grinned as she shut the door, moving to hop on the massage table. “Oh my god, I need these sheets on my bed.” She smoothed the fabric with her palm, savoring the silk material beneath her fingertips. 

Ruby sat on her own massage table, touching the sheets in response to Emmy’s comment. She nodded in agreement, laying down across the expanse of the surface to relish in the luxurious comfort. 

Suddenly there was a knock on the door to which Emmy called out, “Come in.”

A woman slowly peeked her head inside, smiling as she noticed the two women on the tables. She stepped further into the room, “Hello, my name is Olivia and this is JK. We’ll be treating you today.” She moved to the side, allowing a familiar man to slip into the door before the door was closed behind him. 

Ruby whipped her head towards Emmy, watching her jaw drop as Jungkook leaned against the door. Her shock quickly wore off as she narrowed her eyes sharply in his direction. Ruby bit her lip to keep from laughing as Jungkook continued to stare back, undeterred by her heated glare. 

Emmy stopped listening to Olivia as she began going over the procedure for the massage. Her focus was intent on burning a hole through Jungkook’s skull, hoping to watch him crumble where he stood. His eyes never left her, staring at her just intently as if challenging each other to look away. 

“Are you ready to get started?” Olivia asked, glancing around the room. She noticed the tension between her partner and the client almost immediately. “Is there an issue?” She wondered, hoping their new transfer wasn’t making the guest uncomfortable.

Emmy shook her head, fixing the stony expression on her face as she smiled back at the female masseuse. “Nope.” She placed a strong emphasis on the p sound as her eyes flickered toward Jungkook.

Olivia seemed apprehensive, but slowly gestured toward the tables, suggesting the women lay face down to start their session. Emmy curled her tongue over the front of her teeth as Jungkook looked at her, waiting to approach. She made a noise of irritation before getting on her back and taking rigid breaths through her nose. 

She peeked over at Ruby who seemed thoroughly amused by her predicament while Olivia adjusted her onto the table. Emmy pressed her lips firmly together as she glanced back up to see a smirking Jungkook hovering above her head. “Just relax…” He cooed, reaching toward the small table just beside him to grab a bottle of massage oil. 

Emmy narrowed her eyes, fighting every urge in her body to tell him to fuck off. The only thing that kept her restrained was the kind employee working on Ruby’s shoulders. She watched intently as he rubbed the oil in his hands lathering his palms until they were smooth to the touch. Once he was satisfied he leaned down by her head, his lips just by her ear. “Are you ready, baby girl?” He kept his voice low to avoid any suspicion.

Emmy turned her head, letting their noses brush as her eyes were level with his lips from their unusual position. “Your move.” She dared.

He chuckled, standing up once again as he gently placed his hands on her shoulders. Under his touch, her muscles became taught as the feeling of vulnerability started to sink in. “You’re so tense.” He dragged his palms down her arms before bringing them back up again, noticing the movement of her body against his ministrations. “I can’t imagine why.”

Emmy mocked him with her facial expressions, mimicking him poorly as he rubbed his hands over her upper body. She inhaled sharply when his motions moved to her chest, dragging across the top of her breasts. “Don’t get any ideas.” She hissed between her teeth.

Jungkook merely hummed, smoothing his palms over the shape of her curves, running along the path of her torso as his gaze fixated on the supple mounds. He leaned over the table, hovering his waist above her head as his hands dragged up along the towel covering her and came all the way back up to her neck. Emmy moaned as his fingers massaged the roots of her scalp, closing her eyes while he sent jolts of electricity down her spine. His deep chuckle caused her to snap her eyes up at him. “That felt good, huh?”

Emmy bitterly turned her head away, seeking Ruby out. Her friend seemed lost in her own world as she puddled into the hands of the female masseuse. Emmy ignored Jungkook’s deliberate attempts to bring her attention back to him as he pressed firmly against her joints and muscles. Olivia moved to Ruby’s side, working along her arms as Jungkook seemed to follow suit. She lightly snapped her fingers, trying to get Ruby’s attention.

Jungkook noticed what she was trying to do and maneuvered himself to block her view, taking her hand in his as he began applying pressure to her knuckles. He grinned mischievously as he released small pops from the motions, switching his technique as he dragged his hands around her limb, softening the tension.

She huffed in response, turning her head in the other direction. She heard Jungkook scoff, gently resting her hand back on the massage table. She nearly cracked her neck when she felt his hands on her thighs, adjusting her leg so that he could knead the flesh with large, warm hands. She clutched the fabric of her towel to fight the overwhelming pleasure she got from feeling his hands on her body.

She glanced down at him long enough to see the proud smirk on his face before she dropped her head back to the table. Her emotions were conflicting as she convinced herself that she should hate how he was making her feel, but arguably, he shouldn’t be bothering her at all. Regardless, his touch being so close to her intimacy did well to remind her of how he felt between her legs, and she wasn’t happy about it. 

“I’m sorry, but is there a bathroom I can use?” Ruby asked aloud.

This grabbed the attention of everyone in the room, Olivia pausing in her service to glance at her client. She hesitated, unprepared for the interruption as she pulled her hands away from Ruby. “Uh, yes. It’s just around the corner, out in the hallway.”

“Thank you!” Ruby made a theatrical exit from the room, squeezing her legs together as if she could barely hold it. 

Jungkook continued moving his hands along Emmy’s body, unapologetically looking at Olivia as if her simply standing there was throwing off his technique. The woman became uncomfortable under his stare and quickly looked away, noticing that they could use a new bottle of massage oil. “I’ll be right back.” She muttered, quickly leaving the room with Emmy at the mercy of Jungkook.

The second the door was closed, Emmy sat up to slap his hands away from her body while he gave her leg a firm tug. “Turn over.” He demanded.

Emmy flared up, her eyes blazing as she tried to crawl away from his hold. “Let go of me.”

Jungkook dragged her to the edge of the table, forcing himself between her legs as he caged her against his stature. “I’ll give you one more chance. Turn around on your own or I’ll make you.”

Her head was tipped back to look up into his impatient stare, “I’d like to see you-”

She was abruptly cut off when Jungkook stepped away from her, using her arm as leverage to get her to spin around before pushing her over the massage table. She gasped as his palm smacked across her ass, the sting lingering as his hands gripped her thighs and pushed her up onto the silk sheets. She collapsed from his quick movements, her torso smothered onto the table while his hands run up her thighs and cupped her ass. He applied pressure to slide her body into position, letting her face rest on the pillow.

He gave her another slap to the backside once her body slumped into the massage table in defeat. “Girls who don’t listen get punished, baby girl. “ He tutted, replacing his firm touch with gentle kneading as he worked the underside of her thighs, playing with the plump flesh like dough. 

Emmy’s blood tingled with excitement as his fingers traced the inner parts of her thigh, nearly brushing her underwear, but her spite forced her legs to snap shut. Jungkook only chuckled, prying them back apart. “Relax. Are you worried I’ll feel how wet you are?” Emmy tried to scoff until he spread her legs apart, skimming his knuckle across the crotch of her panties. “Guess I need to warm you up some more.”

“You don’t need to do shit.” He spanked her again, his hand lingering as he squeezed the swell of her ass. “Asshole.” She groaned, smothering her frustration in the pillow as he manipulated her body. 

“I think you just need to get laid…especially after your fail last night.” Jungkook laughed as her body became rigid with his confession.

She twisted her body to the side, just enough to look at him, “You were spying on me?”

Jungkook turned her back on her belly, slipping his hand under her towel and pushing her panties away from his destination. “I was watching him, you were an added bonus. I did appreciate your little show in the pool. I always enjoy seeing the girls.” His fingertips played with her folds, slipping through the moisture that was spilling from her pussy. 

Emmy keened when his index brushed over her sensitive clit, clutching the edge of the table in the same way she clung to her sanity. She refused to let this man get the best of her despite how good he made her feel. “Fuck.” She cursed, biting her lip as her body involuntarily moved against his hand. She was pent up, pissed, and wanted to take it all out on him.

“God, you’re lucky I can’t fuck you right now.” He moved his hand to brush her entrance, probing the hole with his fingertips. “I could just slip inside so easy…” He pushed two fingers in, gliding them along her walls. “I miss how good you feel.” He groaned, one hand squeezing her thigh as the other worked to pump his fingers in and out of her dripping core. 

“I hate you.” She muttered, her words slurring from the pleasure that overtook her. Her body was so responsive to his touch, and his voice alone had her under a spell. However, the way he talked to her practically enslaved her, rattled in his seductive chains to do with her as he pleased. She weakly allowed him to commandeer her actions, giving him access to her needs and desires with every thrust of his hand. 

She panted when his fingers curled inside her, hitting a spot that shot straight through her limbs. His pace picked up, causing Emmy to curl in on herself, writhing in pleasure as she was exposed to his treatment. Her ears buzzed as blood rushed to her head, unaware of the footsteps just outside the door. It wasn’t until Jungkook abruptly pulled away that Emmy realized they were nearly caught by Olivia. 

Jungkook swiftly wiped his fingers on the silk sheet, making sure to return to the routine of a Swedish massage. “Is she still in the bathroom?” The female masseuse asked, surprised that Ruby had not returned after being away for several minutes. 

Jungkook silently shook his head, biting his lip as he watched Emmy crumble from the interruption. Emmy mustered a shaky, “No,” before melting into the silk. His chest swelled with pride, the pit that seemed to grow in his stomach now filled with a warmth that stirred down to his groin. Even though she continued to fight him, he could certainly boast that she wanted him sexually despite her best efforts. He was determined to break her down, time and time again. 

Olivia sighed, moving to check the restroom, but gasped when she opened the door to see Ruby sheepishly standing outside in the hall with her knuckles raised to knock against the surface. “Sorry…I forgot which room we were in.” Olivia looked unamused but fixed the smile on her face as she allowed Ruby to return to her massage table to finish her session.

—

Emmy impatiently tapped her fingers across the lacquer of the dining table, looking across at Ruby who seemed just as bored. “What’s taking her so long?” Ruby focused on her nails, inspecting the cuticles.

Emmy looked out the large windows of the cafe, searching for the familiar brunette that insisted she needed to finish covering their asses from the day prior. “I don’t know.” Her view was somewhat obscured since the windows faced one of the main pools and they were a fair distance from the entrance.  She sighed, resting her cheek against her palm as her stomach grumbled. “She better hurry up, I’m starving.”

Ruby held up her menu, reading the descriptions of food, and groaned, “Same.”

There was a small clatter that broke through the quiet ambiance, drawing the two female’s attention toward an erratic woman shuffling between the tables. They instantly recognized their brainiac as she clambered into the chair next to Emmy. “Sorry, it was very difficult to hack the cameras after Leedo’s deep tissue massage.” Jade flexed her hands, wincing as the soreness in her knuckles flared. “It was like rubbing down a rock.” She complained, after spending nearly an hour the day before keeping Leedo relaxed while Ruby robbed him blind. 

Emmy hummed with mischief, “How was that?” She could only imagine Jade struggling to keep her composure with someone as handsome as Leedo would simply make her nervous by being in the same proximity, let alone being almost naked. 

Jade was oblivious to her teasing, “I don’t know how people do that every day. The technique is exhausting.”

“Of course, that’s what you focused on.” Emmy commented, sarcasm dripping from her lips as she softly shook her head in disbelief. Ruby giggled as Emmy’s expression turned deadpan.

“Did you give him a happy ending?” Ruby continued to laugh as Jade glanced across the table, her face horrified. 

“Ew, no!” Jade was stunned as the two women busted into laughter. She reimagined her predicament from the spa day, dwelling on the empty flirting that fell from his lips that she ignored as she kept her attention on fulfilling his massage and making sure Ruby was able to do her part of the mission. “He was a sleaze though so it wouldn’t surprise me if he’s gotten one before.”

“Right? He had the worst pick-up lines.” Emmy chimed in. The girls shared a moment, mocking their most recent victim. They relished in the victories plenty of times, but it was always extra special to know they were fucking over someone deserving like the obvious womanizer Leedo was. “At least now he can buy us lunch.”

Ruby was eager to order their food, bothering Jade to look over the menu so they could wave down a waiter. After a moment, Jade picked out her meal and was able to submit their request to be made. This would be their last experience at the resort before they decided on their next destination, and a hearty lunch was deserved after a job well done. 

Ruby finally pulled out the variety of cards she pulled from Leedo’s wallet, slipping them across the table to Jade. “Which one should we use?” She asked.

Emmy curiously looked over, trying to see the type of bank cards he had in his wallet, but noticed Jade flipping through them oddly. Her brow furrowed as she lifted her gaze to the confusion on Jade’s face. “What’s wrong?”

The techy turned the cards in her direction, displaying the logos and cardholder name, wordlessly Emmy was stunned to read the name Claudia Laurent on a MasterCard. Jade flipped through the rest, showing Emmy that all the cards had the same name. “All his cards are in a woman’s name.” Jade finally shared with Ruby.

Ruby’s eyebrows shot up over her forehead, “What? How is that possible?” The girls shared a look of confusion, each one coming up with their own scenario. “Do you think he stole them too?”

Emmy scoffed, “Please that man has only one thing on his mind and money isn’t it.”

Jade chewed her lip in thought, running different possibilities in her head. “That’s the only logical explanation though…right?”

Emmy vaguely remembered the name on his phone and went to share that particular detail with her friends until a boisterous voice cut through the atmosphere. “Claudia!” Emmy instantly recognized the name as she turned her head to see Jungkook approaching a middle-aged woman dressed in expensive furs. 

She nudged her elbow against Jade’s ribs, gesturing towards the scene Jungkook was making as he kissed each cheek of this supposed Claudia. The trio of women watched intently as Jungkook proceeded to charm this woman, his hands holding her close to him gently. Emmy rolled her eyes as Claudia ate his flirtatious mannerisms, falling into his hands easily just like all the others he preyed on. 

“I’ll see you tonight for dinner.” He cooed, tipping her chin up with his finger before delivering a wink. Claudia seemed beside herself as this man swept her off her feet before leaving the cafe, glancing back at the ever-handsome Jungkook until she turned the corner and was no longer seen. Jungkook relaxed once she was gone, his gaze instantly locking with Emmy as he moved across the restaurant. 

“Shit.” Jade cursed, stashing the cards away in her small purse as he approached their table. 

Just as they disappeared, Jungkook smacked his hands onto the surface of their table with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Hello, ladies. What a lovely surprise!” His whole demeanor screamed that he was looking to cause them trouble and this put the girls on high alert as they leaned away from his looming presence. 

“What could you possibly want now?” Emmy droned, agitated by all the obstacles he added to their once smooth plan. 

Jungkook feigned hurt, placing a hand to his chest as if her words wounded him. “I was just coming to see my favorite gems.” He winked at Ruby who continued to show indifference. He waited for a response in return, but only received an eye roll from Emmy. “Well, actually I did want to let you in on a little secret.” He placed his hands on the chair Ruby was sitting on, looking at her expectantly. “Do you mind if I borrow this seat?”

“Yep.” She obnoxiously popped the p sound in the same way Emmy did it the day before. 

Jungkook chuckled, amused by the shared trait with his klepto Barbie, and glanced behind him for a spare chair that was convenient for him to grab. He reached across the walkway to pull a chair across the floor, allowing the legs to drag loudly against the tile. Emmy went to argue as he settled into their table, but Jungkook stopped her with his hand raised. “I’ll just be a minute.”

Jade looked between the pair as Emmy regrettably backed down, looking back to Jungkook out of curiosity. Jungkook only ever approached them if he had one of his men with him, but this time he was boldly challenging all three on his own. She had a bad feeling that this had something to do with their score, and he seemed all too confident for it to be in their favor. 

Jungkook grinned as he rested his elbows on the table, smiling at the girls individually. “I just want to say, good job. You really outdid yourself this time.” His tone was not lost on them as they recognized his attempt at a playful jab. “However, I recommend using those cards fast because the proper owner will be canceling them very shortly.”

He noticed the shared look between the three women, confusion slowly morphing over their expressions. He chuckled at their endearing pouts, “Did you see that lovely woman I was talking to? That’s Claudia Laurent, the proud account holder of the credit cards you stole.” Their uncertainty began to fade as they realized Jungkook seemed too all aware of their current dilemma.  “She was also involved with our good friend, Leedo.”

There was a silence as the women digested the information, a blanket of understanding falling over them. “Was?” Jade noticed the emphasis he placed on the past tense of their relationship.

Jungkook smirked at her, “Yeah, apparently our sugar baby was flirting with every pair of legs so he got cut off.” He pulled a false pout over his lips in mockery. “What a shame. Sorry girls, I guess you weren’t that special and you were going after the wrong person.”

Emmy clicked her tongue, irritated as he laughed in their faces. “Are you done?” She snapped. She glared at him, hoping that her stare would drive him away, but instead, he smiled back at her like the cat that caught the canary. 

“Yep.” He grinned, mimicking the two women’s mannerisms as he pushed back in his chair, creating the awful dragging sound as he stood up from the table. “I’ll let you enjoy your lunch.” He winked, his eyes never leaving Emmy as he proudly walked away.

The table was quiet as Ruby and Jade flicked their eyes towards Emmy to gauge her temper. They noticed her jaw was clenched as she burned a hole through the backrest of the chair Jungkook once sat in. Jade slipped the card from her purse again and showed it to Ruby. “Should we try this one?”

“If it works, I’m getting food to-go and dessert,” Ruby added, grabbing the drink menu. “Maybe some mimosas for the road. They’ll keep me warm till we get to Vegas.”

Jade smiled sheepishly, playing with her hands nervously as she avoided looking up at the heat enthusiast. “Um…about that…”

“Bitch, you better be joking.”

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[zihua-art]

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[potatomountain]

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𝐎𝐭5

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[lilyrennifer]

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Nothing So Far

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[oneusficevents]

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[sassbasket]

"You, Woong and Hakkie, and Keonhee too," Youngjo says gently. "You've all known each other for a long time?"

Instead of answering right away, Dongju looks up at him. Youngjo's heart skips a beat as he notices for the first time that Dongju's eyes are not dark brown or black as he'd assumed, but a deep steel grey, luminous in the gloom.

"We have," Dongju finally says. "There's six of us… we've been together… for longer than I can remember. We're family."

Third chapter of my Ravn-centric poly OT6 fic is up!

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[mckeeziiie]

delirium

oneus’s geonhak (leedo)

after being spit up from the sea, geonhak fell into heaven’s arms

❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

There was sand everywhere. It burrowed into his skin and left behind aching, raw, angry scabs that gurgled blood like a choking animal. It cloaked the man in a second skin - like a blanket of coarse paper that clung to his face and arms, unable to be scratched off, which only led to more angry red splotches. His hair dripped with salt water and was encrusted with dried sediment, the sand forming shells around each lock of ebony waves. The sand crept into his eyes and made them water to the point the man was crying - however the crushing weight of the situation he was in dawned on him like a searing slap to the face.

Geonhak was a traveling merchant; he sailed from island to island, country to country, seeking people to buy his hand-crafted pots and bowls, his finely cut jewelry and polished shells, his seasoned and filleted fish poppers and delicately refreshing coconut spritzers. He was a man of all trades he was told - literally and metaphorically - for he sold all and did all. Geonhak went to a prestigious college in the heart of his country, studied to be an architect of the Roman-esqe temples that dotted villages, but fell out of such interest in less than a year. He's always had a passion for trade, the idea of crafting and selling, that he thought he'd risk his future, his family's fortune, his name, his life for his business.

"Looks like I really did risk my life, didn't I?"

Geonhak struggled onto his knees; his back ached worse than it ever had, and it seemed like he couldn't use his right arm. With slow and precarious movements, Geonhak twisted his right arm to peek near his shoulder; what he saw knocked the breath from his lungs, zippered his throat closed.

A large wooden splinter, about the size of Geonhak's hand, was lodged inside his upper arm.

How it got there, he couldn't remember. What he could remember, though, he pushed out of mind before it could resurface, yet there was little he could do with a splinter that sucked the life from him like a sickly wooden parasite. Waves the size of buildings crashing onto his tiny boat, wind howling as loud as a boulders pummeling the ground, his precious treasures and gems scattered about the churning waters, a wave - determined in its course that looked to have sneered at Geonhak - collapsing onto his tattered boat, total darkness.

Geonhak must've tensed, for his arm seized with white-hot pain. Before he could stop seeing two of things, he ripped the splinter free and threw it as far away as possible. Geonhak doubled over and landed on the sand, nearly jolting with fresh surges of searing pain. But he knew he couldn't stay like this. Geonhak didn't know where he was; all he knew was how he ended up here - well, parts of it - and that he wouldn't let himself bleed out on the beach of some random island.

With excruciating effort, Geonhak lifted himself up and tore off a piece of his cloth pants, ignoring the quivering of his arm and tying a makeshift tourniquet so tight that Geonhak's head buzzed after it was all over. He sat in the sand, knees to his chest and tears down his cheeks and breaths like squeaks of mice, and waited. Waited for a fisherman or a townsperson to stumble upon him, waited for a sliver of gentle sunlight, waited for the sound of distant thunder to pass so his legs could stop shaking for him to walk.

The past several minutes were the most hollow

Geonhak has ever felt. He has no idea where he is, the remaining morsels of determination drained from him like the blood now trickling down his arm, he has no one to ask for help, because who would come to a rocky shoreline on the brink of a thunderstorm, and he was shivering - whether from the hole in his arm, or the saltwater Geonhak's clothes were soaked in, he couldn't decipher between the two.

He felt defeated, lonely, withered, and oh so terrified that when he heard the sweet melody of a woman's voice, Geonhak didn't hesitate to scramble onto his feet and sprint toward the song.

Geonhak slammed into a wall of jagged rock and craned his neck to see past them. After hobbling around the shoreline, the soggy man concluded that the beautiful, almost alluring song was coming from across a barrier of fierce, pointed beach rock.

With trembling legs and the softest of touches - because the tourniquet was now stained completely red and his tricep now streaked with crimson - Geonhak stepped atop a slippery rock and peered through the spires.

Through a thin sheet of drizzle, Geonhak saw more angular rocks, each with its own sheen of diamonds, carpeting a small coast and conjoining beach. The air across the wall seem lighter, almost fresher, and definitely clearer, for the water glistened brighter, and sand appeared softer, and the person draped across the flats of rocks shone like a pearl in an oyster.

The person - Geonhak didn't know what to call them, since they had the voice of a woman, but the physique of a man - sang a tune Geonhak didn't recognize, however that was the least of his worries, for the medley was the only reason he was able to see this beauty. Their hair curled into ringlets of springy mahogany, coupled with pearly shells and stripes of shimmering seaweed; their chest was shrouded in a fine, opaque material as if they were displaying their muscles for painters to observe, like a marble sculpture carved from talented hands. Their spindly legs were curtained by silk, and Geonhak swore he saw flayed skin at their heels, but with his vision rocking in and out of focus at a nauseating rhythm, he no longer had faith in his eyes. Their porcelain body shone with a faint glow, almost like a beacon of warmth and safety and care, something Geonhak so desperately longed for; and as the man - blinded by a sort of wild desire for comfort - climbed over the rocks and sunk his feet into the pillowy sand, the person turned just in time to see Geonhak drop to his knees.

Even through the overwhelming dizziness and intense nausea that tore through Geonhak's body, he was still able to take in the art that was the being's face, since Geonhak was convinced no one from this realm looked as they did.

They had a forehead of polished marble, eyes of blown glass, a nose carved from the Gods, cheeks like summer clouds, and lips made of rose petals and spring water. Eyelashes like chaste kisses fluttered their eyes closed, and diamonds like dew droplets littered their face. Copper spirals sprung free from their sea-shelled homes and graced the skin of their forehead like summer shade, their eyebrows like strips of honed bronze.

Geonhak felt like he was falling before he landed in the hands of this beauty. He was lost and frightened, like a kitten amid the bustle of city life. Everywhere he looked his surroundings rushed past him with complete disregard for the injured man: the wind wiped and whistled a death song, the clouds above rumbled a dark chuckle, their ash color as menacing as the glares the razor-sharp rocks gave him from their perch along the beach, the trees whispered with sweet malice, like a poison berry dipped in sugar.

Geonhak was so petrified that when the person gave him the slightest notion of comfort, the smallest glance of warmth, Geonhak stopped, fell into their arms, and wept.

"Shh, there-there. You're safe now, my sweet pearl." They caressed Geonhak's cheek so lightly it felt like a fleeting kiss, and the man yearned for affection of any kind, so he leaned towards the being, getting as close as his forehead to their chest before another gut-wrenching sob wracked his body.

"Please don't leave me," Geonhak managed to sputter through gulps of humid air. This daze he was trapped in felt too surreal to be reality, so he unwound himself, let himself fall into the mysterious yet oh-so-intoxicating delirium, allowed himself to get drunk off the spell he was under.

"How could I ever leave someone like you here?"

Their voice was like crisp church bells. Geonhak felt a slender finger curl under his chin and bring it up to face the being; he held back a gasp and a whimper.

"You're too beautiful to leave behind."

Geonhak felt his mind cloud, the corners of his eye fade out into a milky fog, the throbbing along his arm melt into the rhythm of his heart. It was all too much for Geonhak that all his body could do was spill tears and drip blood and continue gawking at the wonder in front of him. However, in the deepest recesses of his mind, the ones that were shrouded so thickly by the rose-colored fog, there was a dull ring that faded as quickly as the dribble of spit that knifed down his chin.

Just as Geonhak was going to lift his arm to push away, the being trailed its soft fingers up his injured arm; he felt his arm convulse - whether out of pain or anticipation, he didn't know - yet the pleasing feeling of velvety tendrils ghosting up his arm sent rivers of tears down Geonhak's cheeks.

"Say, what happened here? I can't have my beauties tainted."

The perfectly cylindrical fingers came into view stained crimson. The cloth was now heavy with blood, and through his haze, Geonhak was able to mouth 'boat sunk'. The being before him seemed to jolt with worry and horror, bringing the man closer so that one arm was gently circling his waist.

The man visibly fell deeper into his rose-curtained well. All his senses were drowned out and completely focused on the being holding Geonhak. Nothing mattered anymore; his helplessness was replaced by warmth and pleasure and love - Yes, Geonhak loved the being before him. He saved Geonhak's life, they plucked him from the jaws of death and laid him upon a silk bed of rose petals. They nurtured him and listened to him and cared for him when no one else did; they showed him kindness and beauty and protection from a world of destruction, hatred, and death.

The marble fingers danced before Geonhak's eyes, twirling and spinning in shimmering light that when the being brought them to their mouth, Geonhak didn't register the cleaned fingers and spiked teeth until a pain so unbearable clutched him it dissolved the dream.

Geonhak fell to the sand as the being climbed on top of his writhing body to hold it in place. All the man could see were stars; the being had snaked its finger into his gash and taken hold of the bone, gripping it so hard and tight that Geonhak was sure it would snap. He lurched as if he was going to vomit, but the being clamped his cheeks together and wrenched his head up.

The once heavenly beauty morphed into a scaly creature with fins that flayed translucent skin, its arms and legs adorned with webbed flaps, mouth lined with knife-like teeth, and eyes that shone gold and reflected animalistic need.

"You tasted so good, my beauty," The creature hissed, and Geonhak dry-heaved again, only to be thrown to the sand and dragged toward the hungry waves.

Through surges of powerful nausea, flashes of ice and flame, and an unsatiable ocean lapping at his body, Geonhak knew this was his end. He knew of the tales of mythical creatures lurking the beaches for washed sailors, and he knew he would be another tally on their victim board, yet he wasn't scared.

Geonhak was miserable that he wouldn't be able to feel that rose-colored dream ever again, to experience the comfort, the warmth, the affection, the adoration, the pleasure, and the madness that the siren spelled him with. Call him a dishonorable man for thinking of illusion when seconds away from death, but Geonhak would rather have died seeing and breathing heaven than enduring hell twice.

And Geonhak was swept into sea by a siren all too beautiful for this world, not longing for the unexplored, but content with the delirium indulged.

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…..HI

yes i cross-posted this from my wattpad again, with some revision ofc!!

i want yall to guess who the siren is, becuz i was gonna put it in the short, buuuuuut i didnt 😼

~ and i can’t get it back, no more, no more ~

#kpop #kpop bg #kpop blog #kpop boys #kpop fanfic #oneus #oneus leedo #oneus imagines #kim geonhak

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ONEUS mafia!Leedo reaction to gender-neutral reader wanting to break up due to “differences” but reader actually knows he’s mafia

Content warning: make out scene, yandere leedo, he a lil crazy, kidnap scene, the most out of place humor I've ever written in my life, and someone please take my notes app away from me.

Authors note: so I was working on a request but my hand slipped and I accidentally wrote another ONEUS mafia imagine- I'm not super proud of this but I needed to write. anyways let me know if you want a part 2 or this kind of thing with another memberʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

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For Leedo, the past few days had been horrible. Previously, when he had made plans with you, something would come up with his work. Being such a large part of a gang in the city wasn’t exactly easy. He was in charge of territories; specifically expanding them and keeping others out of them.

But now you are the one canceling all the time. You aren’t answering calls, barely texting, in fact he can’t remember the last time he saw you face to face.

Leedo is upset, but mostly scared. Did you find someone else? Do you still love him? These thoughts have been running through his head 24/7. He paced around his office, before stopping, his arms folded in distress.

He had enough. Leedo had, had more than enough. He is going to find you, and he is going to bring you back to his arms.

You have been staying at a friends house the past few nights. You have been dodging Leedo’s calls, not reading his texts, and hoping he won’t come looking for you. You’ve started noticing things about Leedo that are leaning towards the dangerous side. He doesn’t talk about his work, he has hidden safes throughout the house, and most importantly, his name matches someone in the ONEUS mafia ring. Though everyone only knows his name, you have more than a sneaking suspicion that dangerous man is your loving boyfriend.

You saw each text he sends, though you dont open them, and they’re getting more and more frantic.

“Baby, please respond.” 12:31AM

“If I did something wrong let me know! I’m sorry!”

“Where are you?” 1:01AM

“Babe, just tell me where you are!” 1:17AM

“Where are you.”1:30AM

They’re getting shorter, sterner, and quite frankly, you think he already knows where you are. Trying to decide between going somewhere else or staying, you find the solution. You can just break up with him with “differences” or “you lost the spark” as an excuse. He doesn’t need to know that you are aware of his actual job.

There is a knock at your friends front door, and you already know who it is. Your friend looks at you, as if asking if they should open the door or not. You inhale, bracing yourself for how he may react. You really don’t want to hurt him but you don’t see any alternative. You exhale and give your friend the go ahead.

Leedo attempts to hide just how scared he is. But as soon as he sees you behind your friend, nearing the kitchen but still slightly in his view, he pushed the door open. His hands are shaking and his eyes slightly teary, though later he will most definitely deny it.

“There you are!” He exclaimed, “I’ve been so worried, I was looking for you everywhere!”

He approached you and wrapped his arms around you. You nervously smiled, but you didn’t hug him back. He backed away, still keeping close to you.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He looked you up and down, looking for any possible issues.

You didn’t quite figure out how you were going to break the news to him, so it looks like you’ll have to go with the flow.

“Leedo, about that..” you started, “I’ve been thinking about us.”

Leedo knew what was coming, he almost sensed it. But he can’t let you leave him, not for any reason. He can’t live without you, even for a second. First, he needs your friend to leave. Then, he needs to find a way to make you stay.

“Oh. Could we speak about us alone?” He questioned, slightly looking in your friends direction. Your friend had just been standing there, seemingly ignored by Leedo up until this point.

Your friend looked at you, to make sure you’re okay with that. You nodded, it’s understandable to be uncomfortable talking about breaking up in front of someone else. Your friend went to their room upstairs.

“You were saying?” He gently placed his hand on your shoulder. He has his other hand in his pocket, and he was getting ready to put his plan in motion.

“I don’t love you anymore, Leedo.” You look him in the eyes and see the pain he’s feeling.

“Like, absolutely?” It appears he’s in the bargaining stage of grief. “Because I can do better! I can make you love me again!”

Leedo was getting more and more frantic, and he started cornering you against the kitchen counter. Both hands on either sides of your hips, he leaned in.

“Should I show you?” His breath was heavy on your lips. “How much I need you? How much I love you? How I will do anything just to be with you?”

After seeing no resistance on your end, he met your lips with his. His hands covered yours, and he pulled your arms over his shoulders. He deepened the kiss, and you weren’t complaining. At this point you completely forgot what you were saying. Leedo is an amazing kisser. He knew the exact rhythm to make you weak. And the occasional flick of his tongue over your lips, oh he knew exactly how you like to kiss. He put one of his hands on your jawline, and gently opened your mouth further. His other hand reached into his pocket, pulling out... something? You quietly moaned at the feeling of his tongue on yours.

Then you heard you click and felt something cold on your wrists. You immediately remembered what you were doing and tried to look at your wrists, hoping it isn’t what you think it is. But Leedo didn’t let you go. He put one hand on your jaw to keep it open and his other hand on the back of your head, pulling you to him. Trying to put your hands on his chest to push him away, you realized he did, in fact, handcuff you.

“What the-“

Leedo pulled away, both of you are breathing heavily. He smiled, and you tried getting the handcuffs off. He pulled you towards him and locked his arms around you. He has such a pretty smile for a man who’s kidnapping you.

“What the absolute who-put-something-in-the-punch frick do you think you’re doing?” You shouted, struggling against his hold. This man has the biceps of a wrestler or even a Greek god, but gosh darn it, you need to stay focused.

Leedo knows your friend is still upstairs, so he covers your mouth. Can’t have them interfering. He takes off his tie and ties it around your mouth.

He picks you up, in a similar fashion to a sack of potatoes, and starts heading out the door.

Leedo is smiling so hard at the thought of having you home, and all to himself at that.

You were struggling but it wasn't much use. He handed you to men in suits whom you assume are his lackeys. They open the back door of Leedo's car and sat you inside.

Leedo climbed in front and heard your friend screaming your name in surprise, looking for you in the house, before realizing what had happened. Even if they called the police, the cops couldn't do anything against him or the gang.

So, you returned home under the watchful eye of your boyfriend, who pretended as if nothing happened. He is desperate for you to stay with him, even if he has to kill someone.

He loves you, he needs you, and he only has you. You can't leave him, he'll make sure of that.

#kpop #mafia au #mafia kpop #mafia oneus #oneus fanfic #oneus imagines #oneus leedo #oneusmafia #oneus scenarios #kpop multistan #idk if i like this #we'll see if it ages like wine or cheese