concept: car sex with chan like imagine it; a car park overlooking the view of the city lights, you’re wearing his most favourite hoodie with music carefully curated by chan himself ringing in your ears and moonlight cascading through the windows while his hands grip your hips so gently. you’re both impossibly close to each other yet somehow not close enough. he’s gracefully guiding you up and down his cock, instructing you how to ride him just beautifully. “just like that, babygirl,” he’d whisper small tokens of affirmation to encourage you, hands squeezing your ass as you bounce — making sure you know exactly how good you’re making him feel, “you take my cock so fuckin’ well.” and when your thighs begin to ache from the strain, you simply sit neatly on his lap — cockwarming him while your lips crash together and his hands stroke your thighs to ease the pain because your comfort is of the utmost importance to him.
Minho smirks triumphantly in the bathroom mirror, eyes admiring his newly decorated body.
Spots of blue and purple are painted all over; a remnant trail of where your mouth had decided to mark him, claim him. He can still make out the feeling of your soft lips kissing him up and down, sucking pretty blemishes onto his pale skin, even sinking your teeth into him when the pleasure became too overwhelming.
But the best part are the countless red scratches that litter his back and shoulders. He had you sobbing in ecstasy, clawing down his back, your cunt tightening relentlessly around his large cock being repeatedly driven deep in you.
Minho was in heaven when your nails dug into him uncontrollably, raking his skin as he fucked you hard into the mattress. You were clinging to him as if your life depended on it. Every harsh thrust forced you closer and closer to the edge; and the aid of a single, light stroke to your clit was all it took to send you flying apart at the seams, body shaking in white hot pleasure. You were in utter euphoria, eyes rolled back, his name on your lips.
He almost can’t wait for the beautiful marks to fade… just so he can get you to make new ones on him all over again.
You couldn’t stop staring at them. No matter how hard you tried to avert your attention, you were just too mesmerized by the way his lips moved as he sung softly to himself. You felt your cheeks heat at the embarrassment of being caught staring at him but you couldn’t find yourself caring.
His lips were just so damnperfect.
Without thinking, you leaned forward, capturing them in a kiss that pulled Chan’s attention from his laptop, quickly sliding the headphones off of his head.
“W-What was that for,” he sputtered as when you pulled back, blushing furiously at the sudden affection.
You didn’t say anything as you leaned back in. You pressed soft kisses so his cupids bow, giggling softly as he pulled you closer to him. You continued to trail your lips across his as he happily welcomed your little kisses. When you pulled back to look at him you you couldn’t help but to let out a sigh at how pretty he was, bare faced, cheeks a light shade of pink and those beautiful lips even more plush than before from your consistent attack on his lips.
You gently ran your thumb against the skin of his cheek, taking in every inch of his beauty.
“You’re so pretty,” you whispered, leaning in to press a kiss against his nose.
Chan knew better than to argue with you, instead opting to pull you closer to him as he uttered those three words you never got tired of hearing against your lips. Let’s just say that the two of you didn’t do anything productive the rest of the night, favoring instead to stay in each others embrace as got lost in the feeling of one another’s lips.
You don’t remember how you ended up here but you weren’t going to complain. The breeze caressed your bare legs, eyes falling closed as you listened to the rustling of the leaves and the distant chirps of the birds that had occupied the small park in search for food.
The tears had stopped awhile ago, however the sharp sting of them was still ever so present. You pulled your knees to your chest, hugging them close to you in search of some form of comfort as your wrapped your arms around your shoulders.
The events from today hadn’t stopped plaguing your mind. You were hurt, lost and confused to say the least. Hyunjin’s actions in the pool had contrasted with the concerned look your were met with before running away.
Maybe you had looked into it a little too much.
Your insecurities always did seem to get the better of you. But right now, all you could picture was the way his smile had dropped when he looked at you. You shook your head, willing the tears away as you didn’t want to cry anymore, head still thumping from your previous outburst.
“Y/n!”
The sudden shout of your name had you startling out of your thoughts, eyes widening as you turned to the source.
Hyunjin practically collapsed next to you on the bench, heaving as he hunched over to catch his breath. You stared wide eyed at his form, confused as to why he was even looking for you in the first place.
“Do—Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been,” he forced out in-between breaths.
You just looked at him. The words had caught in your throat, unknowing of what to say to him. You watched as he closed his eyes, taking a deep final breath before turning to you.
“You were looking for me?”
He looked taken back as he scooted his body towards you, “Of course I was looking for you! You’ve had me worried sick. Why wouldn’t I look for you?”
“You seemed like you didn’t want me around before—” you trailed off, cursing as you felt the tears cloud your vision once more.
“Why would you think that? Of course I wanted you around. I always want you to be with me.”
“Hyun you couldn’t even l-look at me.”
His eyes widened as your voice broke, watching silently as the tears began to fall from your eyes.
“I-I know I embarrassed you and I’m sorry—.”
“Embarrassed? What—Y/n you’ve never embarrassed me.”
“Please don’t lie to me.”
Hyunjin looked just as heartbroken as he met your gaze, his own eyes filling with tears as he released a shaky breath.
“I know I-I’m not attractive but Hyunjin the minute I got in the pool—I don’t know I just felt like your were disgusted seeing me like that.”
His eyes widened as he watched you wipe your tears before trying to move yourself away from him. However, he caught your arm before you could.
“God no that’s not it at all! I’m sorry I just— this is going to be embarrassing for me to admit,” he blinked the tears out of his eyes before turning his gaze back towards you.
“I’m sorry that I made you feel less about yourself. That was never my intention and I want you to know that I’ve never been, nor will I ever be embarrassed of you.”
You noticed that he hesitated, eyes flickering around the two of you before turning his attention back on you.
“This is going to sound like such a perve thing to say but Y/n you have no idea the power you hold over me with your clothes on and seeing you in that swimsuit it took everything in me not to take you right then and there in front of everyone.”
Your eyes widened at the sudden confession.
“W-What,” you sputtered, earning a small groan from Hyunjin.
“I know and I’m sorry but you have no idea how good you looked and it took everything in me not to touch you. That’s why I couldn’t look at you because I knew if I did I would embarrass myself,” he whined as his face fell into his hands.
You let out a soft laugh at his muffled ‘but admitting that is embarrassing too idiot,’ before reaching up to run your fingers gently through his hair.
Hyunjin dropped his hands from his face at your touch, gently grasping your wrist as he pulled you closer to him, smiling at you before leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours.
“I’m sorry I was such an ass. I never wanted to hurt you or make you feel insecure. God you have no idea what you do to me angel. I love every part of you.”
You hummed, eyes fluttering open as you pulled back to fix him with a playful glare.
“But you haven’t seen all of me yet though,” you teased.
Hyunjin smirked, biting his lip as he pulled you closer to him by your waist, “We can fix that.”
Summary:Estela has learned a lot about people. How to charm them to get whenever she wants, how to sweet talk her way out of anything. How to be nice here and rude there. The most important thing she has learned is how to kill a man. There are a million ways to do so and she knows the most important one, break his heart.
WC: 14.3k
Warnings: mdni. violence. Drugs, alcohol, cursing. Talks of different torture methods. Blood mentions. Mafia content that comes with the territory. Minho is an alleged murderer but who isn’t in this story honestly, acab is heavy in this fic, side ships, aged up character(s),
Smut Warnings: pt 1 includes: kink negotiations, bdsm themes, cunnilingus, pet names (baby girl, dollface), slapping, sexual bruises, etc
A/N:this was originally written as apart of the april clownracha mafia prompt, since then it has flourished to be way too big for its britches
I learned at a young age that there were multiple ways to kill a person. There was the traditional violence, something that could mutilate their bodies and make sure they would never breathe again.
There was another way, a way to make a person wish they would never take another breath for as long as they lived. A way to make someone cry with every too big gasp or wish they could start all over fresh and anew, kill their own beings just so they wouldn’t feel the pain you caused them. Killing someone was easy and I knew hundreds of ways to do it, constantly calculating each way when I walked into a room.
Torturing a person was harder, lasted longer, and felt sweeter.
Lia’s kiss was sweeter than most of what she gave to me. Sweet and almost pure, a bright and bloody lip stain smearing my cheek. I groaned at her, wiping the lipstick print off my face.
“What? Suddenly dislike my kiss, sweetheart?” Lia smiled one of those looks that made her seem docile, cute even. Something that made her seem like a peach. Her lip was still bleeding as I tossed her the warm and wet rag. She snatched it up before pressing it to her cheek, that sick smile still on her face.
If she was a peach, she’d be rotten.
“One day, you have to get back out there with us,” she plopped down onto the couch, her eyes clouded and dreamy as she reminisced, “It’s not fun running the city when my favorite girl isn’t there.”
I just looked at her before sighing, turning towards our bedroom door, “Don’t stain our couch.”
“Help me shower? Clean my wounds for me like you used to?”
“Bother the medic, Julia.”
“Julia!” Lia scoffed, her voice breaking off into a yell as she rushed off the couch, stopping me before I could get too far, “Don’t tell me you’re angry with me again.”
Lia never really liked when I called her by her full name or anyone doing so for that matter. Putting her out at times felt like telling a spoiled princess she couldn’t go to the ball. It was dramatic, overdone, and painful for everyone involved. Lia glowered at me as she pouted, her cute bottom lip poking out.
“Come on, Estela, don’t be like that,” she looked up at me sweetly, tugging on my shirt trying to bring me closer. Once upon a time, I think she thought she and this pout of hers had some control over me. It didn’t then, and it surely doesn’t now. I yanked back and if she could pout more, she would have.
“Don’t annoy me, Julia.”
“Seems like everything I do annoys you!”
“Not just you.”
“Excuse me, Boss,” a weak knock sounded on my bedroom door the next morning. Lia must have left the door unlocked after I kicked her out, no doubt angry I wouldn’t let her into my bedroom for the third time that month.
I slowly blinked awake, trying to remember what day it was. What month even? Friday? No, it’s Monday. Yesterday, I attended that church service at our funeral house. Month? April? Possibly with how it’s raining outside. Since when do I own popcorn ceilings? I have to get that fixed immediately. I’ll let Yeji know to get it fixed. It was such an eyesore.
A quick look to my left told me I fell asleep drinking the whiskey I poured for myself. The condensation left a pool of water on the dark wood. Sitting up, I grabbed the glass, chugging the last of it down.
Breakfast of champions.
The knock happened again.
I stood up slowly, taking the time to stretch out each limb before walking over to the window and opening the curtain, letting the sunlight stream through.
My room was lit up nicely this way. Even though the only things in this place was a bed, a nightstand, a laptop, and a lockbox of all my weapons. Sighing, I let my hair fall free from my scarf and walked over to the door.
His hand was poised to knock again when I answered the door, rings glinting off his fingers as the sun hit them. He gasped softly before quickly putting his hand down and bowing to me.
“Good morning, Boss,” his pretty dark hair fell into his face. Today, he was wearing one of those all black face masks I see the others in at times, however since he was with me, it was pulled down to show off his smile. He smiled brightly, “You look amazing, Boss.”
I grunted in response, “What does Hongjoong want this early, San?”
“Hongjoong is requesting you meet him soon,” Choi San notified me as if it was obvious. It probably was, “He said you guys were supposed to have breakfast today.”
“What time is it?”
“2 pm, Boss.”
I rolled my eyes. Another day gone. Seriously, what was I even doing?
“Alright, tell Yeji to pull my car around. Tell Hongjoong I’ll be at his place shortly,” I ordered San around easily and he nodded, pulling out his phone. Choi San was more than used to servitude under me.
“Should I also get Wooyoung to bring you something to eat?”
“Unnecessary.”
“Dr. Song said-”
“I don’t care what Mingi said, San.”
“I do!” San chirped up before shrinking back down as he realized he was talking back to me. I raised an eyebrow at this sudden admission. San bowed quickly, keeping his head down as he spoke. He started to wring his hands out, the metal of his rings being constantly twisted, “Apologies for talking out of place, Boss, but you seriously need to eat better. Dr. Song instructed me to keep track of your eating habits and I have been!”
“You can keep track of my eating habits but you couldn’t even peddle on your corner without getting distracted?”
San at least had the common sense to look ashamed of his shortcomings before he spoke again, “You haven’t ate anything substantial in a couple days. I’m ordering you food, Boss. You also smell of whiskey so shower before I take you to Hongjoong.”
“Who in the absolute hell do you-”
“Do you want me to say it or do you want Hongjoong to say it?”
San made a point which was more than aggravating, “Fine. While I shower, make sure Yeji is prepared to take me anywhere I wish to eat. I don’t feel like eating in Hongjoong’s presence.”
“Yes, ma’am. What shall I have Yeji get for you?”
“I want to stop at Felix’s bakery. If I must eat, at least let Felix make it for me.”
San nodded, typing out a quick text before putting his phone away, “We worry about you, Boss.”
“Shut up, San.”
San simply nodded before leaving my condo. I sighed as the energy left my body. Maybe I should have listened to my father all those years ago and started taking my medicine more regularly. Social situations were getting more draining. I snatched the bottle off my nightstand and took two of the anti-depressants dry. Mingi was right in saying it was hard to get used to these pills.
Maybe I should go back to therapy.
I remember being younger and how my father rarely talked about his parents. Said it wasn’t necessary, terrible for his mental just to even think of them in a small capacity. Just as well, I never met them while he was alive. He didn’t want me to. He would tell me about how old school they were, how their favorite methods of torture was waterboarding. The act of slowly drowning your victim. A painful, mentally agonizing form of torture that left no marks. It was repugnant. It was the best way to torture a person to get something out of them. The best way to extort.
Sometimes, I could shower without screaming. As long as my back was turned from the stream of water, I was fine. If my face was caught in it, I could still feel the burn of the water filling my throat. The tears blinking away. The constant throwing up of water for hours upon hours after. There were no permanent physical scars to it.
“Where is your mother, Estela?”
“I don’t know,” I didn’t know if my face was covered in tears or the freezing cold water that was being poured down my cellophane wrapped mouth. This was agonizing and it felt like it was going on forever. My body shuddered when he touched me, his face reeking of his favorite scotch brand and Colombian cigars.
“Protecting that slut won’t save you.”
“Please. Leave me alone, Dad, please.”
He would just chuckle, “Look at you, protecting that little slut as she runs off with mymoney! My hard-earned money! Clothes I bought her! Car in my name! Blackmailing me with my secrets! Who is here protecting you, Estela? Not your dear, sweet mommy.”
“Sir, we shouldn’t be-”
“Shut up, boy!” My father regarded Hongjoong angrily as the young boy gingerly held the bucket of water. Hongjoong didn’t move an inch as my father turned his rage onto him, simply just blinking. He was a fresh runner at that time. He wasn’t the second in command that he was now. He wasn’t my best friend yet. Just a newbie looking for a place to belong and forced to watch me get tortured for my mother’s infidelities.
In a way, I felt sorry for Kim Hongjoong. He was kicked out at a young age, working multiple jobs to try to take care of himself. Then he made the mistake of stumbling across my aforementioned mother. She would poke his cheeks, call him cute, and say that the grime covered boy could come into our mansion. Our estate. Work for us, free housing, free food. All he had to do was keep careful watch for her. Keep her dirty secrets.
He did so marvelously. So well that no one knew her secrets, no one even knew that Hongjoong knew them. Not my dear father, at least. Instead, he assumed I would know. Assumed I would know why she ran away to another country. Why she took so much of his money and prized possessions. Why she took my father’s secrets to another mafia.
I didn’t know but it was my cross to bear.
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“Back from the dead?” Bang Chan smirked as Lee Minho stepped into the room. Minho smiled at the older man. It was hard not to when Chan’s smile was just so contagious.
“Thanatos himself will have to drag me down before I let those two-bit gangsters kill me,” Minho laughed as he sank down into the chair that Seonghwa pulled out for him. He settled into it before he was pushed back up into the table. Park Seonghwa patted his shoulder as he gestured to the meal in front of him.
Lee Minho would describe his lifestyle as humble. The house he lived in was a quaint five bedroom, two story house. A two car garage with an apartment over it where Seonghwa slept when he wasn’t being paid to stay by Minho’s side every second. A basement that was practically an armada. A glorious master suite that was designed and custom made to fit all of Minho’s needs. A newly renovated kitchen. An outdoor pool with an attached jacuzzi. Four bedrooms he filled with whatever whims he craved.
Yes, his suit was made out of the finest fabrics and each one custom made to fit him. And maybe the jewelry he wore was also cut of only the richest carats and handcrafted by the most careful of hands to be made just for him. Well, maybe Lee Minho only knew the finer things in life, only knew proper indulgence, but he was humble.
Even when his personal chef made a dish he disliked, he was humble. Even when that same chef messed up one of his favorite meals, he kept his screaming and disgust to a minimum.
It was even easier to remain humble when that same chef tried to poison the mafia leader. Chan easily stepped in to take care of him, but Lee Minho was as benevolent as a deity. He understood and nodded as the chef pleaded, begged for mercy. Minho understood, how could he not. When someone is extorting your family, practically forcing you to do something so vile to someone else, at the risk of your own life? How could you not want to poison Lee Minho in order to save your family from the other bad guys?
Minho understood, and since he was humble, so humble actually that he was not afraid to twirl the knife in his hands, one, two, three times before it hit his target.
He could hear Seonghwa groan at the mess he made, the one he would have to clean up. His eyes were on Chan as the older man smiled at the chef as he laid on the kitchen floor.
Minho was trained to taste poison at a young age, microdosing on it like it was his daily vitamins. Minho knew all the weak points of everyone who stepped into this eyesight, accessing them so that if the time ever came, he could easily dismantle anyone and everyone who threatened him. He was rich, he considered himself kind, poised, trained, an absolute beast.
Most of all, he was humble. A heart on his sleeve kind of guy. Just your average run of the mill type.
“You just got back and you’re already ruining the fresh wax seal,” Seonghwa said with a deep sigh as he went to call the clean-up crew. Bang Chan was still smiling at the body as Minho handed him the dagger.
Chan delicately cleaned the blade for him with his handkerchief before handing it back to him. Minho placed the knife back in its holder, the putrid scent of iron filling his nose, even with it being clean of blood. Chan giggled before giving a slight nudging kick to the limp body that was pouring out blood on their feet, “He made good bibimbap.”
“No, he didn’t,” Minho sighed heavily as he turned and walked out the kitchen. His meal was ruined and he didn’t feel like cooking.
“Do we think it was a hit put out by Onyx Star Syndicate?”
Minho regarded Chan for a second, thinking about the question, “Doesn’t exactly seem like their dear leaders style. He’s more upfront.”
“We don’t know much about Kim Hongjoong. He could be capable of anything.”
“No one does,” the leader of Red Thunder shook his head, already feeling his mind start to process just who exactly is dumb enough to order someone to poison Lee Minho. Who dared to think he was stupid enough to fall for such a dumb, obvious trick?
“Shall I order you take-out?” Chan said, taking note of his mood. If Minho was humble, Chan was considerate. They worked well together.
“How about we go out for a meal? I feel like I don’t interact with this city enough. Not yet, at least.”
“That may be a little hard, Minho,” Chan said, never using honorifics when it came to Minho. They have known each other too long for that, “The Onyx’s seem to own everything around here.”
“I’m sure a meal at one of their smaller restaurants will cause them no problems,” Minho shrugged on his leather jacket, switching out of the Armani sportscoat he had on earlier, “Besides, it’s not like people truly know our faces. They use our establishments often. As long as we’re cordial, it should be no problem. We’re giving them our money anyway”
“Understood. Where would you like to go?”
“Is there a bakery near here? I am craving a really good brownie to finish off my meal.”
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“Hongjoong expects us at his home in forty minutes, Estela,” Yeji held up her phone as she typed something out, barely looking up at me as she spoke. If it was anyone else, I would be offended, “I told him he should just meet us here but he said it’s business.”
“Friends for more than five years and he thinks he can boss his own boss around,” I sighed and shook my head. As if I could hold anything but love for that spitfire man, “I give him my legacy, and he hands me orders.”
Yeji just shook her head. She’s known me for way longer and is not afraid to shove that fact in my face, “He’s an idiot.”
We got into line at the bakery, looking up at the chalkboard menu. Felix’s gentle yet caring touch lingered throughout the place. Soft music echoed through the speakers and it only felt relaxing inside even with all the talking going on. It was a nicely decorated place. The walls were a soft, pale yellow and all the furnishings were a soft sage green. Pictures of different idols and scenic views decorated the walls. Some stuffed animals on tables and fresh flowers everywhere.
“Do you want your usual?”
“I think I want to try something new, Yeji.”
Yeji just hummed before looking back down at her phone. She trusted me too well to be aware of our surroundings. I wouldn’t take it away from her though.
Hwang Yeji was brutal in her job as my bodyguard.
“Yeji!” A voice chirped as we reached the front counter before a long haired brunette popped up in front of us. His hair pulled back into a beanie but it left his pretty face on display. The perfect cupid’s bow and the skin dotted in freckles. His apron was covered in whatever he baked today as he popped up to take care of our order.
No one here knew who I was. Hell, no one outside of Hongjoong, Yeji, Lia, Wooyoung, and San knew the truth. Our other mafia members didn’t. Not even the smaller heads like Changbin and Jeongin. To them, Hongjoong was the head of the crew, I was just his best friend, the pretty girl on his shoulder that they kept safe from time to time. The girl Lia took home some days and Hongjoong the others. Hell, Estela only appeared randomly and she worked at a flower shop that supplied flowers for funerals and massive events funded by the gang. She was so sweet and innocent when she put the act on, she couldn’t be completely corrupted by the evil mafia. Estela couldn’t be the head of the Onyx Star Syndicate that ruled over half of their country. She couldn’t have been raised to be just the cold-hearted, ruthless leader that Hongjoong pretended to be.
There was no way.
“Hi, Felix,” Yeji said, turning on the charm. To anyone else, it looked like we were just two girls going to hang out before doing whatever young girls did these days. They didn’t know we had at least 7 weapons on us a piece and were shaking, readying our bodies for anything. Constantly in motion, “What’s good today?”
“Besides that pretty smile on your face?” Felix flirted with a giggle and I rolled my eyes, “I’ve been experimenting with a stuffed spinach and cheese croissant? That and some peach white tea? Sounds amazing right. Estela, should I get started on your usual? Caprese on ciabatta and a gooey brownie?”
“I want the croissant you mentioned. And a gooey brownie.”
Felix tried not to act surprised. It didn’t work, “Two years of getting the same thing every time you come in and now you want to change it up?”
“I still want a basic Americano.”
“Of course you do,” Felix giggled, the sound as smooth as air, ringing up our order after Yeji rattled off what she wanted. The smile he gave us could make flowers bloom.
“Looks like you got some new help,” I said as I slid over some cash. I looked at the two people who were busying themselves cleaning the counter and the other making drinks.
“Yeah, I can finally afford to have some help these days,” Felix smiled again but this time the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He didn’t know I knew his business almost tanked and why it was flourishing now. He didn’t know I made sure Hongjoong gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse.
After all, I couldn’t live without Felix’s brownies.
I looked at them again. I remember Joong telling me Felix ended up hiring some boys who worked for the rivals, Red Thunder. He wanted to tell Felix to fire them but I stopped him. This is a good way to get information on their leader. The faceless boss of Red Thunder was almost as elusive as me.
Almost.
Red Thunder was a relatively new criminal organization to our area. Supposedly they were big in a couple cities over. Specialist in weapons and smuggling, the mafia was originally from a port city. They were great in what they did there. Providing efficiently and quickly to all who needed their product. Then they stuck their hands into the underground gambling ring and struck gold in more ways then one, allowing them the money to take over the city’s politics. Put their funds in the hands of corrupt politicians who didn’t care for nothing if not power. Their city was in their red hands, caught in the web like no other. The story goes that their current boss let his middle son leave, start his own league since he wasn’t taking over the mafia there, and the son decided that he wanted to come here, beat out one of the biggest mafias in the country.
Good luck to him, because I will be damned before I let somone ruin what I have built.
“Yeosang. Hyunjin, Come say hi,” Felix said and the two came over. They were both beautiful men, which may contribute to why Felix hired them. Things sell when someone with such killing looks is selling them to you.
They both nodded in a greeting.
“Hwang Hyunjin,” Hyunjin smiled and it was subtle but I noticed the nervous flicker in Yeji’s eyes. Yeji didn’t know much about her family after they gave her up to my mother. But she knew her last name.
It didn’t happen much these days, and it didn’t happen often, but there were some families, the richer ones in our mafia that held mistresses and concubines. That was normal. Them getting pregnant with a child by their benefactors? Normal. Them giving up the child for foster care is normal. What wasn’t normal was the selling. Getting rid of the kid by any means necessary. What wasn’t normal was my mother buying the kid for twice the amount and raising them alongside me as if they were my younger sister.
Sometimes abnormal was good.
“I assume you are Yeosang,” I said as Yeji tried to keep her cool. I could already see the wheels turning in her head and the itch to make sure she knew everything about this man as soon as she could.
“Yes, nice to meet you. Felix always tells us about how much he likes all his regulars.”
“Just one more,” Felix said as a blush took over his face.
“Just one more,” This Hyunjin teased, mocking Felix’s deeper voice, “Sorry, Felix, but anytime he walks in, you sputter and run to the back room.”
“Oh?”
“Shut up, Hyunjin.”
“It’s true. He says hi to you in that Australian accent of his and you turn to mush,” Yeosang commented and Felix looked as if he wanted to catapult into the sun.
“Please shut up.”
“Is that so?” A voice, an Australian voice, sounded off behind us and Felix yelped, turning bright red before running to the back room.
Yeji and I turned around to see the owner of the voice.
The man had dyed silver hair, slicked back with a couple of curls decorating his forehead. A strong scar stretched across his forehead to an eyebrow ring and another one decorated his high cheekbones. His full lips were stretched into a wide smile, showing off dimples and a sparkling diamond septum piercing. His arms looked heavily tatted, inked skin peeking out from the sleeves on his sweatshirt. Even though the sweatshirt, I could tell just how buff he was, how toned he must be.
“Hi, I’m Chris,” yeah, that man was Australian. This had to be Felix’s guy. I’m not one to play matchmaker but who knew twink Felix wanted a man who looked like he could dominate the ever-living fuck out of him. Kinky.
“Aussie guy!” Hyunjin yelled before Yeosang came and grabbed him to help prepare for food.
“I’ll order for us,” the Australian said to the man beside him who nodded.
“Wow, he’s hot,” Yeji breathed out and I had to agree as Chris left. I turned to take in his companion.
He had an all-black face mask on so we couldn’t completely determine all of what he looked like. Just from the eyes alone, you felt caught in a web as his gaze landed. The light hit the man’s eyes in such a way that they seemed to be dazzling. His dark hair was floppy as it rested on his forehead, looking soft and well taken care of. A sliver of forehead could be seen around the gentle curls that framed his face. His ears were covered in a delicate mix of earrings. The man wore dark black slacks that were obviously designer and a nice silk shirt with a leather jacket. One look at his shoes and I knew they were the same Ferragamo dress shoes that San always cried about wanting. His jewelry looked custom. Hell, the man looked as if he walked out of a GQ magazine, that body of lean tone muscle poised as if both modeling and ready to attack. The thing that kept my attention on him was the ring on his finger.
A silver ring, so shiny it gleamed in the sun. Rubies were embedded into the thick band with a large, roughly cut gemstone, almost like cloudy quartz, maybe something more than that.
“It’s impolite to stare,” his voice was gentle and deep. His eyes were settled on me as if expecting me to back down with how intense his glare was. I suppose a normal girl would.
I guess I should act like one, “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!”
Yeji scoffed as the man just shook his head and walked past us to find a table. Yeji pulled me to do the same, but something made me keep an eye on that man.
“Why are you staring that man down?” Yeji whispered to me in French.
I guess those years we spent in France when we were younger were more than beneficial, “His ring. Look up the gemstone.”
“Say please?”
“Do it and I won’t tell Jisung about your major crush on him.”
“I can’t believe people say there’s no better person in this world than a sister,” Yeji groaned in disgust as she did what I asked, “21 damn years on this planet with you and you’re still a pain in the ass.”
“You’re welcome.”
By the time our food came and I took my first sip of coffee, Yeji found it.
“Fulgurite? A quartz type created from lightning,” Yeji showed me her phone before eating her own meal. I went ahead and read the article.
Interesting. Who gets jewelry made so nicely over fulgurite?
“That man has a lightning bolt tattooed,” Yeji said, looking at Chris from where we sat. They were across the store but I never sat with my back facing the door so I couldn’t see them. Yeji had my back as she watched them.
“He took off his hoodie. Right on the bicep. A bright red lightning bolt. Can’t miss the detail of it though.”
All of my nerves felt alive instantly. Red lightning bolt, the symbol for Red Thunder Mafia’s heads. The ones that were close to the top. Not many people knew that fact besides other mafia leaders. We all got tatted at a young age with our symbols. The only way I got away without one was I didn’t want my father to be the one to tattoo me. Didn’t want to give him my pain, as was tradition.
Besides, I don’t need a black star tattooed. I am a black woman named Star. I am the symbol.
“Interesting, coming onto our property,” I whispered in French. The gears in my head were already working. If Chris was a part of Red Thunder, then that man with him had to be…
“Estela,” Yeji’s voice held a slight warning I chose to ignore, “We have 30 minutes before Hongjoong. Please don’t do anything to ruin the schedule. We can deal with this another time.”
“That’s your only concern?”
“You and I both know you can handle yourself.”
I giggled as I slid out of the booth and walked back up to the front counter. Felix was still hiding in the backroom, occasionally peeking his head through the back door window, his yellow beanie and eyes being the only thing seen as he watched Chris. Hyunjin remained sat at the counter, a bored expression on his face.
“Can I order something?” I kept my voice soft as I approached. Hyunjin smiled brightly at me. I noticed the cutest mole that sat underneath his eye as his eyes became sweet moons as the smile landed. What a bright-looking boy to be a rookie for the rival. I’ll let Jeongin know to keep a watch on him from now on.
We learned the hard way not to trust the sweet-looking ones.
“Of course, sweetheart, what can I get you?”
“I want to buy that pretty man in the mask one of Felix’s brownies, please. Tell him it’s from me, please?” I practically begged, keeping my voice light. A gentle point in the right direction and Hyunjin smiled with a nod.
“Of course, how could I not? I’m a hopeless romantic!”
It was hard to walk back to the table without a smirk on my face.
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Chan was giggling all throughout lunch. Minho glowered at him, gently lifting his mask every once in a while to take a bite or a sip of his drink.
“Could you stop jumping up and down like a toddler?” Minho fiddled with his father’s ring on his finger. He just got it resized and was getting used to wearing the heavy ring. Why did his ancestors decide on such a gaudy piece?
“Didn’t you hear? The pretty baker apparently gets turned to mush by me,” Chan nearly squealed, his legs swinging back and forth as he danced along to the song that played. Minho sighed.
“You probably could with all that muscle, you bonehead.”
“Hey,” Chan’s bottom lip poked out, causing his top lip to gently touch the septum ring, “Meanie.”
“Go ask him out,” the brownie was good, he noted. He wouldn’t mind if the baker boy was around if he could keep eating these brownies, “He’s a good Brownie Boy.”
“We should probably find out his name.”
Minho couldn’t give a damn what his name was. Chan cared though, so he guessed he would too.
“Excuse me, sirs,” Minho didn’t bother to look up as one of the workers came up to them. He knew him to be one of their newer recruits working under Chaeryeong’s unit. Hyunjin and Yeosang probably didn’t even know they were next to their superiors, waiting on him hand and foot like they were meant to. Maybe he should station them at the Main House for a while.
“Hello, Hyunjin, what can we do for you?” Minho said and Hyunjin looked slightly taken aback, his features easily showed his emotions. He sighed internally. Hopefully, Chaeryeong can kill that habit of his.
“How’d you know my name?”
“What do you need?” Chan repeated Minho’s question. Minho didn’t like to repeat himself.
Hyunjin blinked himself out of his surprise, “Oh, um, yeah.”
He held up a wax paper bag to Minho, “Estela, that girl over there. She bought this for you.”
Minho supposed she was pretty enough. The same girl who stared at him earlier, not even any type of shame covering her face when she was caught. Smooth, deeply brown skin covered her strong features. High cheek bones and glossy lips were smiling his way. He could tell her hair as long as it was brushed into a high, curly ponytail. Her outfit was simple enough, but she was subtle. To the untrained eye (Minho had a trained eye, don’t worry), it looked as if her outfit was just dark flared jeans and a black turtleneck. Minho knew a designer label when he saw it. Minho knew the tennis bracelet on her wrist wasn’t fake but was probably custom. The apple watch she had, though the band looked old, had to be the newest model, and so was her phone. Her purse was the kicker though. Dingey, probably decades old, probably considered vintage as some old designer’s name decorated it.
The girl was flexing, but it was a subtle flex. An almost humble brag. Lee Minho appreciated that.
Minho took the wax paper bag from Hyunjin, gesturing towards the girl. His face was covered but he smiled underneath, hoping it still showed his gratitude.
“Shouldn’t you go and thank her?” Chan questioned him and Minho rolled his eyes as he turned back to the table. He could still feel the girl staring down the back of his neck. She really did have no shame.
“No, but, Hyunjin,” Minho slid over a wad of cash to him, “Let the girl know she can have anything her and her friend want.”
Hyunjin nodded before bowing and walking. Chan just shook his head slightly, “Talking to her would have been too hard?”
“She just wants my attention. Here I am, giving it to her.”
“She’s pretty,” Chan stated, taking another bite of his sandwich, “Besides when was the last time you got laid?”
“Getting laid is not one of my main concerns, no.”
“It should be, especially if she looks like that,” Chan shrugged, taking a drink, “Go on, eat Minho.”
Minho was beginning to actually enjoy his food before he was approached again. This time by a worker he didn’t see before, one with pretty, long, and dark hair and a young face. Maybe the bangs made her seem younger than she was. Probably a student that worked with Felix. He couldn’t tell if she was a part of any mafia dealings at all.
“Hi, sorry to disturb you, sir. I was told by Miss Estela, and paid rather well, to come over here and spit in your food.” the young girl said with a small giggle and Chan sucked in a breath in shock and Minho simply blinked in response.
“Excuse me?”
“She said that she would be damned before having a man ignore her kindness and just shove money back in her face,” the girl said before sighing, “That’s actually the meanest words I’ve ever known Miss Estela to say. She doesn’t particularly like to be ignored, sir.”
“What’s your name, kid? How much did she pay you?”
“Yuna,” she bowed politely again, “Five hundred dollars to spit in your food.”
“That’s it?” Minho laughed a little breathy as he reached into his pocket and counted some notes out before sliding that pile over to Yuna, “Here’s double that to not spit in my food and to tell your Miss Estela that I don’t take threats kindly.”
“Estela,” Chan repeated the name once Yuna left to relay the message, “That’s French, isn’t it?”
“Mmm,” Minho didn’t care. If the girl wanted to leave an impression, she sure did. He’d give her that much.
It wasn’t long before Yuna came back, handing him a business card, “From Miss Estela.”
Minho took the card before Yuna walked away, no doubt tired of playing the messenger game even if it left her two thousand dollars richer at the end.
“She left,” Chan noted as he kept watchful eyes on the door. Minho looked at the card.
Persephone’s Heart
Estela, Owner & Florist
Office: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Hours: Mondays-Fridays: 9AM-7PM, Closed Saturdays and Sundays
458 Gray Way
The card was subtle in decorations. Pretty flowers decorating the edges. It was an all-black card with gold lettering. Quality made to last. Another subtle flex that even for her small business and something as inconsequential as business cards, she got the best material they could be printed on.
He flipped it over to the back to see pretty cursive lettering.
Come by sometime, I’d love to give you flowers as pretty as you. And maybe, you can enjoy other types of brownies.
Minho tucked the card into his wallet as Chan eyed him. A laugh left Chan’s mouth before he could stop it.
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Hongjoong was always dressed nicely. His neatly split dyed black and white hair was styled strategically, a method I know he spent years perfecting. His hair was unruly in style but he made it work. Even just wearing a t-shirt and jeans he looked like a model. His eyeglasses sat perched on his face as he looked at me in contempt, his lip pouty. His darkly outlined eyes were like boba pearls as he looked at me, his eyebrows curved as he looked at me.
“I haven’t seen my best friend in weeks,” Kim Hongjoong hugged me before I could allow him. I tried not to let my disdain show and let him.
“You see Wooyoung every day.”
“You bitch,” Hongjoong slapped my arm. It barely fazed me, “I’m talking about you.”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s get this meeting over with. I left Jisung at the shop by himself today. I need to at least be there to close.”
Hongjoong frowned at me before gesturing for me to sit in his office. The room was as eclectic as he was, covered in a multitude of various knickknacks. His floors had the softest rainbow-printed rugs that matched curtains. His deck was a glossy gray color and held all of his most prized possessions, from a solid gold harmonica to a picture of us when we were seventeen. Probably the last time either of us smiled genuinely.
We shouldn’t have been smiling then.
“Take a seat, Joong,” I said and he sat down across from me at his desk while I sat in his extra chair across from him, “I really did not have to do that, you know?”
“I don’t like to feel like I’m in charge when I’m with you.”
“What a submissive thing to say.”
Hongjoong had the nerve to blush at my words before waving me off, “We have a few things to discuss.”
The meeting was long and tiring, as it usually was. Hongjoong was straight to the point but no situation we dealt with was. We spent the next couple of hours trying to make everyone we can happy, give us money, or any other business we needed to attend to before my phone rang.
Han Jisung.
“Hey, Hannie, what is it?”
I could easily envision the squirrelly man as he spoke. Han Jisung, while being a rookie under the mafia, still was a sweet kid. Just needed money to help his family out, and we were happy to give it, perhaps a little more leniently than usual. If I paid him a couple extra thousand on some paychecks or cleared some bills and loans from him here and there, he was forever grateful. I didn’t have the heart to throw him completely into our business, instead keeping him on the outskirts as an errand boy and a worker in my shop.
“Hey, boss, there’s a man here? Says he won’t leave till you show up. Want me to do the thing you always say to do?” Jisung sounded nervous as he asked, meaning he did not want to do the thing. That thing was calling Lia to come in and take care of it.
Suffice to say, she’s a little messy when it comes to us having an issue.
“What does he look like?”
“Kinda hot? Nice clothes. Young.”
Must be the guy from Sunny Chick Bakery we saw earlier, “Very well. Let him know I am on my way.”
“Wait, you sure you wanna come in, boss? He gives hella bad vibes,” Jisung never could hold his tongue, “Maybe you should bring Yeji or Hongjoong with you, I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
Bless his heart, “It’s fine, I’ll be on my way.”
I hung up before he could say more then sent a text to Yeji to pull around the car. I could feel Hongjoong’s intense gaze on me.
“Leaving before I dismiss you?” Hongjoong spoke like it was a threat but the grin on his face was teasing.
“And what are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t know,” he leaned back in his chair, twisting a pen around his finger, “I heard something about a man there to see you. A romantic man, Estela?”
“None of your business, Joongie.”
“You’ve been my business for as long as I want to remember.”
I rolled my eyes at that, “You could have left once my father died.”
“And leave my business to run itself into the ground?” his earring chains hit his cheek as he shook his head, the jingling sound radiating through the room, “As painful as you are, come around more, yeah? Not just for business meetings.”
“I’ll try.”
“She will,” Yeji walked in then and Hongjoong smirked at her. They always got along way too well for my liking, “Next time, plan a party though. I wish to have fun before I die, Kim.”
“You got it, Hwang,” Hongjoong giggled before standing to lead us both out of his home. Well, my home. It was my family’s mafia house that he and a bunch of the other heads and their assistants, including Yeji, lived in.
By the time I reached the flower shop, it was less than an hour before closing. Jisung was already running around trying to finish all his nighttime tasks. This all usually consisted of preparing tomorrow’s orders, cleaning, and pruning as needed. When he heard the door ring as I entered, his wide eyes looked at me first as if I caught him with a mouth full of cookies.
Which I have before.
“Estela!” Jisung waved as I walked in, “You’re later than usual today.”
“Is that a problem?”
“No, no!” He quickly waved his hands, “You just always work the full Monday.”
“Had some family business to attend to.”
“Again? God, I can’t believe you take care of your grandmother all alone.”
My grandmother died when I was seven in a raid, but Jisung didn’t need to know that.
“Where’s this mystery man?”
“Apparently his name is Taecyeon.”
“No last name?”
He shrugged, “That’s all he gave me.”
Curiouser and curiouser. Color me intrigued, “Well, where is he?”
“Outback in the nursery. Wanted to see our different cherry trees apparently.”
I went outback. The store wasn’t huge or extravagant but it was ideal and able to hold everything we needed neatly. It was cleanly designed with glossy white fixtures and rose gold accents. Plants bloomed and flourished throughout. We had enough space to even allow a customer service aspect of a full nursery for bigger products or the ones that needed full sun. This was where I found the aforementioned Taecyeon, carefully reaching out to a mini Japanese maple.
“A full Japanese maple can grow to 25 feet in height,” I told him, Taecyeon turning to me as if I didn’t approach him silently. Like he already knew I was there. He simply blinked and hummed in response before standing up straight. The mask was still covering his face and this time he was wearing dark-framed glasses.
“I don’t know much about plants,” Taecyeon spoke as if whatever he said was just fact. No room for much in terms of arguments.
“We have gardening classes once a month if that’s something you’re interested in?”
“Why did you give me your card?”
“Oh? No hesitation huh?”
Taecyeon just raised an eyebrow. I noticed again how intense his gaze was. Though sparkly, it was like a roughly cut diamond, not the ones made for rings but the ones made for knife handles.
“You’re cute. I like beautiful men,” I think he would appreciate the honest truth. The hum of approval he gave proved it just as well.
It wasn’t the truth but how could he know that?
“Well, I appreciate the compliment.”
“I’m full of more if needed.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised.”
I faked a giggle at that. Who knows if Taecyeon could see through me. If he did, he didn’t call me out on it.
“What made you open a botanical shop?”
“I like flowers?” I giggled genuinely that time, I didn’t know how to answer at all.
“Did you go to school for it?”
“Sure.” Does a couple of online courses and a year in France working under a landscaper through boarding school count?
“Do you know anything about landscaping?”
“Surprisingly, yes!”
“How much to hire you?”
Well. That wasn’t expected. This may be a lot easier than I thought, “I’d have to do a quote. How big the area is and what you want versus what is needed?”
“Are you free tomorrow?”
“Now I am.”
“I’ll send a car to pick you up from here at noon?”
“I don’t even think I know your name, sir.”
“What did your employee tell you?”
“Taecyeon.”
“Call me that, you can call me Tae, some friends call me Lee.”
I tried not to think too much about that sentence, “Lee Taecyeon?”
“Sure,” he smiled but it was one of those smiles that glimmered a little too well, showing just enough of his teeth without giving too much. A charmer of a smile.
“Your name that much of a secret that now you’re confusing me? Saying ‘sure’ isn’t an answer.”
Taecyeon had the nerve to look at least a bit bashful at that, “I like keeping pretty girls on their toes.”
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Kim Seungmin sighed into his cup of coffee. Jongho brought it to him over an hour ago and he was only just now drinking it, the drink already cold. It was way past clocking out time and Seungmin hated working overtime. The only thing he hated more was he still had no leads on the Red Thunder.
The Red Thunder Mafia seemed to have popped up out of nowhere. They didn’t hint at their rise. It was as if Seungmin blinked and suddenly there was another major power in the city. The leader of Red Thunder was just as much of an enigma, no one ever saw him or saw his face in full. Yet, you knew he was present.
At first, there wasn’t much to worry about when it came to this new mafia, they weren’t like the other ones in town, for sure nothing like Kim Hongjoong’s Syndicate. Instead, they seemed calm, practiced, as if nothing could touch them. Then, the city elections happened. It was small at first, a politician that was a heavy rival for an already long-standing congressman would go missing. Maybe a couple of community heads that tried to change the city for the better would suddenly fall ill or move to a new state out of nowhere. Then some detectives would disappear. Go on missions and wouldn’t return for months. If they did come back, they were a different person, a new personality to match the new scars and bruises. Soon, less and less of the police force looked into the Red Thunder. Great for them because as the elections continued, the main opponent for Mayor Park suddenly found themselves dead at dinner. One day, they were laughing, drinking, and celebrating a win in the debates. The next? Passed out at the family dinner table, wine spilling onto the ground while their wife and children screamed.
It wasn’t personal for him, but justice did not have to be personal for Kim Seungmin to want it.
“Hey, Seungmin,” Jongho opened the door to Seungmin’s office, not bothering to knock. He never did, which bothered Seungmin, yes, but Jongho made up for it with his great work ethic each time.
“Yes?”
“Another body was found at one of Red Thunder’s dumpsites,” Jongho said, passing over a file.
One look inside and Seungmin sighed. The body had the usual style of the Red Thunder’s leader. The throat was wide open in a curved smile almost, a very stylistic approach. One that made it known when he killed someone to the detective. Seungmin sighed down at the photograph.
“The victim went by the name Daniel and was a part of a lower-level gang. Apparently, that gang has had it out for Red Thunder ever since they forcibly took over one of the ports.”
“You think he attempted to murder their leader and paid the price?”
“It looks like it,” Jongho said, looking over the file again. His eyebrow knit in worry as he looked over it, “The body was in their dump site, but usually people of this gang wear a specific necklace.”
“So?”
“No necklace was found in the victim’s items.”
“Nowhere near?” Jongho nodded his affirmation.
“Interesting,” Seungmin thought about it for a moment. The wheels in his head were turning faster than he anticipated.
“The chief also wants me to tell you to drop the case and focus on all your other ones.”
“You and I both know I already finished all my assigned cases.”
“I wouldn’t be a good partner if I didn’t,” Jongho turned to leave before stopping at the door, “Listen, don’t get yourself killed trying to find out the inner workings of this mafia. They seem way too ahead of us at every curve and I am not too convinced that half of our department is not in their pockets. It’s dangerous, Seungmin.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Jongho left Seungmin to his thoughts as he added the newfound body to his ever-growing binder on the Red Thunder.
Maybe it was time for a new approach.
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“I can’t believe he hired a landscaper without telling me,” the gorgeous man in front of me shook his head quickly, a bunch of black hair escaping the neatly gelled down style he seemed to have kept it in. He was way taller than Chan or ‘Taecyeon’ and was nicely dressed in an all-black suit that looked like it was made of some Italian fabric. His hands were covered in a smooth leather as he twirled a phone in his hands. His full, pretty pink lips were made up into a sneer and his eyes were damn near staring into my soul.
I tried to keep the sweet girl attitude but the look of disgust on this man’s face was getting to me. Glaring would come way too easy if he kept talking.
“When does he ever tell you what he’s doing?” that dragged my attention over to the absolutely beautiful woman next to him. She was a bit taller than me with wavy black hair that reached her shoulders. She was dressed similarly formal as the other man but she wore a white button-up paired with a pinstripe vest and pants. Her boots looked heavy and her hands were clean of everything except two brass knuckles on both hands. The vest held a singular broach on it, a red lightning bolt chained to a smaller figure of what looked like a wasp.
If I didn’t already know she was a part of the mafia, she gave it away too easily.
“What are you doing here, Ryujin?” the man turned to the girl and she shrugged.
Ryujin chuckled, looking at me as if I was an object, not an actual living being in front of her, “Wanted to see what kind of person our fearless leader invites into his home. I bet Yunho is glad to be off of grass cutting duty.”
“She hasn’t got the job yet. Inform Yunho not to get too excited.”
“I already am excited!” A large man bustled in through the front door. I don’t think this one got the ‘wear a suit’ notice like the others had. He dressed more like he was ready to join some boy band than anything. The tall man, Yunho, was dressed in baggy blue jeans, a large white top, and a big puffy jacket that had way too many patches to count. He had on this bucket hat that was low on his face, covering most of it.
He was also the first one of them who looked at me like I was an actual person.
“Hi, you must be Estela. I’m Yunho, it’s nice to meet you,” he held out a hand for me to take and I shook it, noticing how his hands were covered in bruises, some fresher than others.
I suppose a normal girl wouldn’t know off rip that these were all ‘Taecyeon’s’ subordinates in his mafia, “Wow, it looks like he has a lot of friends. I am Estela, it’s great to meet you all.”
“Aren’t you cute?” Ryujin cooed, moving to touch my face before I backed away, “Come on, Seonghwa, let’s keep her.”
Ryujin kind of reminded me of Lia with that sentence. Both were alike in the way that when they first saw me, decided to snatch me up right then and there. I was way younger when Lia first saw me, sitting next to my father during a meeting but that didn’t stop the girl from coming up to me after and practically begging me to follow her into her bedroom.
Choi Lia would also not like me letting another woman lay claim to what she deemed ‘hers’. No matter how many times I told her I wasn’t.
I’d rather be dead than belong to anyone.
‘Taecyeon’s’ house was quaint to say the least. Decorated nicely with that I could tell were authentic paintings and bigger than the usual home of a regular person. The house resided on an acre of land so the landscaping job would be big if I were actually planning to do it as a normal landscaper would.
Jeongin’s latest technological design seemed to be weighing in my pocket. Multiple, small black recorders were in my pocket, ready to be placed all around the property. There was no guarantee I would get a chance like this again, and I needed to act on it.
“She’s a person, Ryujin,” the first guy, Seonghwa, shook his head, exhaustion covering his features. More often than not, he reminded me of Yeji and her ever-growing exhaustion. As if just being alive was tiring to them.
“That I am!” I said, forcing a huge smile onto my face, “I am also a person who would like to get started on my work, if I can?”
“Give it a second, I’m waiting on someone to give you a tour of the property like the Boss suggested,” Seonghwa said looking down at his phone, “He apparently doesn’t want me to do it.”
“I can!” Ryujin raised an arm quickly, “I’m not busy right now. I would certainly enjoy the opportunity to escort this pretty thing around.”
Yunho rolled his eyes, “I can do it, Mingi is still looking at his current patient anyway before we head home.”
That sentence caught my interest. Mingi. Song Mingi? Our doctor, huh? I was already well aware of the fact that Mingi worked with other mafias. We allowed him to, it’s not like the man knew any of our secrets. Hell, he didn’t even know that I was the leader, just thought I was another mafia whore that got caught in the mix of violence too many times to count. Of course, we knew Song Mingi’s entire life story. Every move he made was under our radar, especially when we found out he got married a year back to a Yunho. Seems like the name just got a face.
Fuck, that also means I have to avoid Mingi while he is here.
Seonghwa sighed heavily as he stared at his phone, “I suppose that is fine since Lee isn’t answering and neither is Chris. Just as well, Yunho, you know where and where not to take them, get them familiar with where you keep tools if needed. Miss Estela is just using today to quote a price, correct?”
He still barely acknowledged my existence past this. I nodded and Seonghwa kept talking. Something about him made me feel inconsequential.
As Yunho took me around the property, I discreetly placed bug after bug in the around as much as I could. I wish this tour included indoors because I am sure the most gets done there. The best I could do is place one in the bathroom and one on a painting in the mudroom. A couple of the bugs laid in their garage port too. Hopefully, Jeongin could find out something that way.
“I hope this tour was helpful to you in some way,” Yunho walked us back up to the front of the property where my car sat waiting. It was rare days where I drove myself around but it was better on certain days like this one. The matte black SUV sitting idly in the driveway as Yunho walked me to it.
“It was, I think I came up with a quote. Will you relay it to Mr. Lee for me?” I informed him, writing the amount on one of the business cards I kept in my pocket.
“I will be sure to let him know,” Yunho smiled and I had an inkling of an idea that his smile was reminiscent of a sunray. He didn’t smile like everyone else in this business, his smile reached his eyes and filled his face euphorically. Yunho was a genuine person, “It was nice to meet you, Miss Estela.”
“You as well! You’re too sweet,” I smiled back, this time genuinely and I meant it. It was hard not to smile in Yunho’s presence. He made you feel comfortable so easily, way too easily.
I’ll have Jeongin keep an eye out on him too.
“Estela?” We both whipped our heads around to see the good doctor leaving the Lee Residence, Lee himself following him. Song Mingi looked confused but who could blame him. He’s never seen me without Lia or Hongjoong so I’m sure he was more than a little worried, especially seeing me with his husband.
“You know her, love?” Yunho asked but it was ‘Taecyeon’ or Lee, god what do I call this man, who looked as if he questioned it more.
“Yes,” Mingi said with a shrug. “Patient/Doctor confidentiality, babe. Plus, she was the one who provided the flowers for our wedding.”
Oh yeah, I did do that. It was the least I could do when Mingi worked day and night attending to my crew. But, he didn’t know that.
“Really?” If it was possible, Yunho’s smile was even brighter as he turned to me again, “Those arrangements were so beautiful, I ended up saving so many of them. Thank you so much.”
Yunho bowed at that and Lee scoffed at that. Mingi gave him a scathing look, one I didn’t think the kind doctor was capable of. It was interesting seeing this side of him, one so controlled by love.
“Yunho, you are free to take your leave,” Lee “Taecyeon” called out as the pair came closer, “I wanted to discuss some things with Miss Estela before she went off.”
“Yes, sir,” the husbands left without a further word, leaving me alone in the mafia leader’s presence.
“I’m sure you’ve already picked up on just how confidential this landscaping job is,” his smile was reassuring but cold, “My crew isn’t exactly subtle, huh?”
“Maybe if I was dumber.”
“Yet, you didn’t run off? Why is that?”
I suppose a regular girl would have been intimidated by them and run off. I’ll have to keep that noted for next time, “I didn’t say I was smart either.”
I barely knew the man in front of me but his laugh was almost contagious. Strong as he threw his head back and cackled happily. He didn’t bother covering the laugh or not feeling it entirely. It was something to admire.
“Have you ate lunch yet?” he said when he sobered up from laughing.
“It’s like 5 in the evening.”
“Let me make dinner for you then,” he said, leading me into his home again, almost giving me no choice in the matter.
His hands were warm as they grabbed mine, dragging me behind him. They didn’t engulf mine but our hands were the same size. This proximity allowed me to get a proper idea of how sweet he smelled. Egyptian musk and amber and something else.
Something sweet.
He told me to call him Lee. Something about how we’re friends now that he has officially hired me. I hate this name change guessing game. Regardless, Lee was a pretty competent cook, making a traditional meal for us to enjoy. He sat me at one of his island stools that overlooked the kitchen. I got to see him move back and forth in the kitchen, humming every now and again as he cooked. I resigned myself to playing around on my phone as I waited, having already bugged the room as we entered. Jeongin would be proud. I shot out a quick text to tell him the entire place was bugged.
Yang Jeongin replied with some meme.
“How much do you like spicy?” Lee asked me, looking up with a sweet smile as held a bottle over the food hesitantly. He waited patiently for the answer.
“I prefer things that cause me pain,” I replied without thinking, a funny joke that would have caused Hongjoong to agree or Changbin to jokingly reply offering to cause the pain. Lee on the other hand looked as if he swallowed a frog, slowly taking a gulp before pouring the bottle into whatever he was making.
“I also like causing pain,” after a couple of silent moments, he replied with that and I chuckled.
“Kinky, Lee,” I joked and his eyes cut to me, panther like. As if he could pounce at any moment. The thought alone had me on edge, whether in caution or the subtle flirting, I didn’t know anymore.
Even I had to admit how amazingly gorgeous Lee was. His face was absolutely, soul-wrenchingly beautiful. A strong look that made you keep looking and looking. Pretty pink pouty lips with this perfectly angular nose and jawline. High cheekbones that cradled his annoyingly beautiful face. His eyes were cunning and clever but the glow of him didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Here, taste this,” Lee held a spoon out to my mouth, gently cradling a hand underneath the ladle as not to cause any drips. It drug my attention back down to his hands and that weird ring he wore on his finger.
The second I slightly opened my mouth, Lee’s eyes were on mine, watching my mouth encapsulate the spoon. A sweetly pink tongue darted out to wet his lips while I tasted whatever concoction he had made. His eyes were rapt on mine as he watched and all I felt was pliable underneath his gaze. Strong and sensual.
Lee’s eyes strayed to my mouth again. I’m not one to provoke but I do like to entice. Lowering my gaze slowly, making sure Lee was watching as I darted out a tongue, opening my mouth a bit more. My tongue cleaned off the spoon while he watched, his eyes never leaving my mouth. Once the spoon was completely clean, I hummed softly as I stepped back, gingerly taking a finger to rub any remnants off my lips.
“It tastes good.”
Lee’s eyes stayed stuck on my mouth. The spoon clattering onto the counter as the other hand grabbed my wrist, preventing me from stepping back to far. He walked closer to me, instead of pulling me into him. Lee was the one who tipped my head forward to stare into my eyes without a glance at anything else in this room. I heard a small bubble burst as the souce seemed to roll to a boil but the thought was quickly replaced by Lee taking a knuckle and holding my head level to his.
“Do you mind if I taste?” the gentle voice was like harsh winds followed by a cool breeze as he watched my reaction.
I breathed out softly. Never before have I been touched in a way that wasn’t complete swift moves, this was smooth, gentle, “You should always taste what you make.”
Lee’s lips felt so soft over mine. A strong, hand cradled my jaw, his thumb right over my chin as he pulled my head closer. Another hand came over my shoulder, pressing me closer into the kitchen wall as he kissed me. One of his legs, those strong beautiful thighs, came between my legs. My hands seemed to move on their own, pulling him closer and our bodies together.
“Seems you’re forgetting about the food,” I breathed out the second he let me up for breath and Lee rolled his eyes.
“I wanted to taste the sauce, seems like you enjoyed it,” his tongue darted out aga
concept:condescending minho. think about how fucking patronising he’d be with his fingers hooked perfectly inside your cunt, pressing so delicately on your spot, “i think it’s too much for you baby,” he’d say when you start rolling your hips, “your little pussy can’t cope, can it?” and when you wildly nod your head and attempt to control your whining he’d hum in disdain. “oh you can’t help it can you? poor little dumb slut lost your mind just from my fingers.” and you lose your control all over again — begging him to go faster, to go harder just to feel the sweet release you long for. he’d never give it to you that easy, though; he’d slowly pump his fingers in and out of you, watching with glee how you attempt to grind down on them, craving to fuck yourself faster. “so needy, aren’t we?” he’d laugh, halting his fingers altogether. “i bet if i just keep them like this, you’d just get yourself off wouldn’t you?” and who are you to disappoint, you fuck yourself beautifully on his fingers, unashamed of just how loud you’re being or how minho is entranced by the view of your cunt swallowing up his fingers. “look at you go baby, you’re such a good girl aren’t you?”
fables of the trickster fae felix have been passed down through countless generations. hair of honey with a smattering of golden freckles, he is easily the most alluring of his kin. curious and playful, he bewitches his victims with eyes of emerald into following him through knotted brambles, deep into the depths of the forest — his giggles echoing amidst the trees. rarely, though, does he show himself, leaving locals wondering if such an elusive creature can really exists. felix relishes in the uncertainty, for it leaves them susceptible to be lulled into his lair. for all the mystery, felix is truly harmless; he simply enjoys to play and with the other feyfolk seemingly lost to time, it’s a rarity that’s hard to come by.
concept:it’s been a long, tiring evening of gaming for felix; you’ve heard him raging at teammates all night long and when you bring him a well needed snack you can see just how stressed he is. “come to bed,” you say while squeezing his shoulders as he hammers away at his keyboard, face illuminated by the flashes of the screen, “you can game more tomorrow.” when he shakes his head in refusal and nudges your hands from his shoulders, you roll your eyes. then — an idea hits you. felix is far too busy to notice you slip from view, falling to your knees and furtively crawling beneath his desk. when you come face to face with his crotch you bite your lip before running your hands leisurely up and down his thighs. above you, you can hear the confusion in his voice as he continues chatting to his teammates yet he doesn’t dare stop you. with the green light to go ahead, you begin palming him through his shorts; watching with delight as his cock starts to stir to life. still, felix’s voice doesn’t falter so you shimmy the material down and free his now fully hard dick. then, you do as any good girlfriend would and take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his cock head and moaning in amusement as his breath hitches in his throat from the vibrations. “fuck,”he groans, so quietly you can barely hear him as your hand wraps around the base of his cock while your tongue laps at the slit. he twitches, a sign that he’s close already and you grin; letting your tongue loll out of your mouth as your hand glides swiftly along his dick and right on cue he cums and fuck it’s loud. much louder than he intended. it’s all over your face, some on your tongue and some dribbling down the bridge of your nose. there’s almost no warning when he ends the call with his friends and reaches down, grabs a fistful of your hair and hoists you up, pulling your head backwards for good measure. “you think that’s funny?” he says, voice low, loving the way you squirm in his hand. “my turn now.”
For better, or for worse, the summer camp you and Felix work at has been a mainstay since the two of you were children. Now in university, working there became an easy way to make some money to line your pockets, the rhythms of it become as easy as breathing, alongside the laundry list of ridiculous rules that keep getting grandfathered in due to unforeseen circumstances.
The lake is cordoned off after midnight courtesy of a skinny dipping mishap with Chan one year, trying to impress his crush. No curry on Friday nights, especially not after the mystery slop Jisung fed to a group of campers who vomited for what seemed like weeks. And after Hyunjin’s shower room misadventures with his then-girlfriend?
No dating between camp staff. None. Zero.
Ultimately, maybe you’re better for it. Without the distractions of other people, work became the priority: between arts and crafts and teaching how to ride a canoe, summers became a time filled to the brim with responsibility and soaking in the sun.
That is, however, before he had heard you, had to lie there inside your shared tent, felt the way your body shifted as you tensed and relax to the slick of your fingers onto your cunt. In turn, you heard the soft growl of his voice, felt the tension of his clenching thighs as he came, the unmistakable moan as he did so.
Then, the dating ban becomes unbearable, as are all these attempts to skirt past it.
Can he make it any more obvious? Hyunjin’s been thinking about you ever since he met you, and it’s only gotten worse since you started dating. Now, he can’t get you out of his head.
↳pairing: hyunjin x reader ↳word count: 7.1k ↳genre: smut, some? angst, f2l, slight sub/dom dynamics, kind of a slow burn ↳warnings:minors dni! smut (coming untouched, some choking, nipple play, fingering); discussions about unprotected sex, creampies, sexual acts;hyunjin’s angsty and in his head a lot ↳masterlist ♡ series masterpost♡updates ♡ read on AO3
Warning: angst, swearing, some fluffy tones, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn, Knight!Bangchan, Princess!reader, royal au, mentions of supernatural powers, mentions of toxic family relationships, gunplay, mentions of poison, mentions of gouging out eyes, mentions of war, gore, blood mention, weapon mentions, russian roulette mention, mention of self harm, mentions of suicide, age gap mentioned, needles mentioned, power dynamics, classism, smut, oral (m. and f.receiving), handjob, hair pulling, choking, breathplay, hand kink, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), voyuerism, dom!Chan, brat!reader
Synopsis: Bangchan believes that everything is going well. He believes that that the two of you are happy, especially after the night at The Amethyst. Oh, how wrong he is.
A/N: Please note that the last scene there is a rather violent gun scene. No member in Stray Kids is actually holding the gun but there are members involved. Triggering scenes bolded and in italics.
Remember the acts committed in this are not representative of Stray Kids and their character. This is purely friction.
: Strong language, explicit sexual content, heavy angst and tension, themes of unrequited love, FWB arrangement, themes of casual sex and promiscuity, confrontation throughout, mild violence, heavy voyeurism, guilty masturbation, descriptions of sexual acts and scenes, references to sex toys/aids, themes of jealousy and undertones of possession, a fatal kiss, adult themes throughout.
:Part 5/7 of Unrequited, 2022 rewrite. See Part I for story description.
: Self-insert, female reader x Lee Know | Self-insert, female reader x Hyunjin
“So, yeah. Thank you, Y/N, for not betraying what we have. Thank you for not having sex with Hyunjin.”
Bewildered and dazed, it appears painfully clear to you that something has gone catastrophicallywrong.
Minho doesn’t make baseless assumptions. He works on solid facts, hard information. If he believes you’ve not slept with Hyunjin it’s because he has good reason to do so, which either implies the misunderstanding of the century, or some form of foul play – neither of which make any sense.
“Minho, why would you say that?” you ask shakily.
“Because it means a lot to me. When I found out who you were coupled with, honestly, my heart fucking sank. Hyunjin’s easily the most popular dancer at the club after myself.”
Pulse thudding in your ears, the implications of his apparent distress are too much for you to consider in the moment. Minho, meanwhile, seems oblivious to your building panic.
“Right, b- but why do you think that we didn’t… Did someone tell you?”
“Hyunjin did.”
What?
You blink in confusion, annoyance, feeling like the last person to find out the hot new thing.
“He did?”
“Mhm, after I asked him. As bad as I wanted to just kick down the door to that room and drag you away from the whole thing, I had my own clients to tend to. So, I caught him after our shift was done.”
“Hold on,” you exclaim, withdrawing your hand from his. “Your own clients?”
He nods.
“You… slept with those girls?”
Another nod, an oblivious blink, like he doesn’t understand why you’re even asking. Like it shouldn’t be a question, because in his mind, it isn’t.
The simmering tingle of boiling blood creeps through your veins, tenses your muscles and sparks your nerves to combat. The sheer nerve, the double standard, the ignorance and carelessness – you find it appalling, that he can preach to you of loyalty and assure you of how much he cares when he still, despite it all, finds will enough to fuck other girls.
No. If Minho desired to remove you from Seventh Heaven last night, he’d have done so. It would have come easily to him.
You suppose the answer as to why he didn’t is simple enough. Indeed, it’s staring you right in the face.
He simply doesn’t care. He never did. Therefore, you can’t trust a word that comes out of his mouth, and you wish you could kick yourself for selectively forgetting that at his core, Lee Minho is selfish. Thoughtless. Arrogant. The biggest hypocrite you’ve ever met, yet still chose to fall into in the hopes that he’d… what, change? Be better? Think with his larger vital organ for once instead of the one between his legs?
It appears you required a reminder of why you never tried to take things further with him, and Minho, ever the giver, has unwittingly provided.
Warning: angst, swearing, some fluffy tones, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn, Knight!Bangchan, Princess!reader, royal au, mentions of supernatural powers, mentions of toxic family relationships, gunplay, mentions of poison, mentions of gouging out eyes, mentions of war, gore, blood mention, weapon mentions, russian roulette mention, mention of self harm, mentions of suicide, age gap mentioned, needles mentioned, power dynamics, classism, smut, oral (m. and f.receiving), handjob, hair pulling, choking, breathplay, hand kink, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), voyuerism, dom!Chan, brat!reader
Synopsis: Bangchan believes that everything is going well. He believes that that the two of you are happy, especially after the night at The Amethyst. Oh, how wrong he is.
A/N: Please note that the last scene there is a rather violent gun scene. No member in Stray Kids is actually holding the gun but there are members involved. Triggering scenes bolded and in italics.
Remember the acts committed in this are not representative of Stray Kids and their character. This is purely friction.
Warning: angst, swearing, some fluffy tones, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn, Knight!Bangchan, Princess!reader, royal au, mentions of supernatural powers, mentions of toxic family relationships, gunplay, mentions of poison, mentions of gouging out eyes, mentions of war, gore, blood mention, weapon mentions, russian roulette mention, mention of self harm, mentions of suicide, age gap mentioned, needles mentioned, power dynamics, classism, smut, oral (m. and f.receiving), handjob, hair pulling, choking, breathplay, hand kink, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), voyuerism, dom!Chan, brat!reader
Synopsis: Bangchan believes that everything is going well. He believes that that the two of you are happy, especially after the night at The Amethyst. Oh, how wrong he is.
A/N: Please note that the last scene there is a rather violent gun scene. No member in Stray Kids is actually holding the gun but there are members involved. Triggering scenes bolded and in italics.
Remember the acts committed in this are not representative of Stray Kids and their character. This is purely friction.
Warning: angst, swearing, some fluffy tones, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn, Knight!Bangchan, Princess!reader, royal au, mentions of supernatural powers, mentions of toxic family relationships, gunplay, mentions of poison, mentions of gouging out eyes, mentions of war, gore, blood mention, weapon mentions, russian roulette mention, mention of self harm, mentions of suicide, age gap mentioned, needles mentioned, power dynamics, classism, smut, oral (m. and f.receiving), handjob, hair pulling, choking, breathplay, hand kink, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), voyuerism, dom!Chan, brat!reader
Synopsis: Bangchan believes that everything is going well. He believes that that the two of you are happy, especially after the night at The Amethyst. Oh, how wrong he is.
A/N: Please note that the last scene there is a rather violent gun scene. No member in Stray Kids is actually holding the gun but there are members involved. Triggering scenes bolded and in italics.
Remember the acts committed in this are not representative of Stray Kids and their character. This is purely friction.
Bangchan liked to think that he knew your family quite well. After all, he had served them for most of his life, starting at the young age of 13. Whether it had been a soldier, a Knight in training, Knight of Seven and then finally Knight of One, Bangchan liked to think that he had a grasp of what the royal family was like. He knew you had four siblings, all of which had quite the polarizing personalities to make up from the years of His Majesty’s neglect. Not that he would ever say it out loud, but there were enough rumours to go around and his own experience with your father to conclude what was true about him and what was not.
One thing he found out to be true was the cruelty he had towards Carine. Part of him felt bad for not knowing Carine as well, but she was much younger than him and he hadn’t even spent much time speaking with her. He couldn’t even remember a time seeing her in person, perhaps once or twice on television but never face to face. He remembered thinking that there could possibly be no way a father would treat their youngest like that. He hardly ever believed any of the gossip that floated around. He was more a see it to believe kind of man. However, after hearing about her marriage, the outburst you had at the council meeting and the accidental mistake of overhearing your conversation with Felix he was smart enough to deduce the blind torment that your younger sister had to endure. Part of him thought of intervening, possibly using his own status to take her back, but that would likely ruin your family’s relationship with Solis and during times of war it was necessary to keep allies. Especially rich, closest to the border of an enemy country, allies. Still, he would try his best to get to know her when the chance arose.
Chan had gotten to know the rest of your family though, having worked with your three older siblings quite often. Cordelia was someone extremely skilled on the battlefield, having only ever lost to himself. Her display of extremely cold-blooded exterior, dismissing anyone that she felt was opposed herself and her family was one of the faces she wore. One that Bangchan had always admired, however the true admiration he had was not for her on the battlefield but as an older sibling. Seeing her exterior change within private conversations and close one on one combat training, could make anyone question if she even had had a ruthless demeanor. The one that doted on her younger sisters in the absence of their mother, the one that had always put her soldiers, no matter what rank, before any other. That was something that Chan admired about your sister. The two of them often talked, mostly about family and caring for their family, having been older siblings and it seemed the Cordelia had taken a liking to him and he her. If he had to choose any sibling of yours to turn to, it would have been her.
Then there was Euliya, who he has known the longest since they were close in age, she was only a couple years older than him in fact. She was smart, true but despite the facade she wore, Bangchan could immediately detect when she was lying.There was no special trick to it really, it had just been obvious from the start. True, Euliya’s beauty equaled her cleverness, which she had an abundance of, but there was something about the way she held herself, the way she had never shown him one sincere expression, that he could read her easily. Euliya never liked him for that. He had only remembered once someone with her gifted manipulation skills tried to win over his mind and loyalty, as she had done with many men over. It never worked and after Chan had promptly rejected her, the sweet sarachine tone of her voice turned cold. Almost as if every word she had uttered to him was supposed to be a dagger in the heart. It never affected him though, not once.
And lastly you and Schneizel. Possibly the most complex, the most polar opposite yet so very similar of the bunch of your family. Not only had the two of you been gifted with the power of Geas, but your personalities were quite similar, almost to the point that Chan had thought Schneizel had placed his own consciousness within you. Both charismatic and calculating with the way you both carried yourselves. Schneizel, despite appearing to have strong emotions to the public, seemed to have a stoic personality. You were quite the same way, the outbursts that you have against your brother, Bangchan noticed, was more of a form of trying to be heard, to be seen. After all, despite seeming to care for his siblings, Chan knew it was a ruse.
At first he didn’t want to believe it. Only taking your words with a grain of salt because he knew that being engaged would lead to some false words said between the two of you. Chan had disagreed with your brother plenty of times, never truly voicing it, however he could hear the way that Schneizel’s tone would undermine him if he did decide to vocalize any displeasure. Even during the meeting they had about Carine and what her situation was to be, Chan has vocalized his displeasure to Schneizel told him to stay out of family affairs. He would have spoken up more but your father, gently, told him to cease. To which he followed, after all his loyalties were towards his King. And then the meeting was never to be mentioned and he was sure Cordelia must have told you differently, Chan had been there. He knew that Schneizel wasn’t afraid to sacrifice his own siblings back then, so it was no surprise he was doing it now. As the eldest, and an older brother himself, he knew that there was no way to act as an older sibling. Siblings weren’t pawns in a game you simply use for your lean game, siblings— family— were people that you had a connection with, one that was supposed to be filled with unconditional love no matter how much they annoyed you. The thought had disgusted him, even more than ever after seeing up close how your siblings had treated you.
Having been so lost in his train of thought, he hardly noticed the person rounding the corner on the way to the Council Room and causing them to stumble. Thankfully, due to fast reflexes, he was able to catch whoever it was. Or so he wanted, because apparently the person had impeccable timing because they eased themself upward again before he even could. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize- Oh! Chan!” Bright, round, glittering eyes caught his attention.
He would have known that voice anywhere. After years of hard work, misbehaving as a Knight in training, sneaking away to get snacks back in the barracks of the training ground and nearly a decade of friendship, Chan would recognize Sana in a heartbeat. Even with the new almost silver-greyish hair she now was dawning. “Hey.” He said, immediately wrapping his arms around her, not caring much for the staff that was walking through the halls. It was probably improper of him to be such, especially because the two of them were both Knights of The around, but also because he was engaged. He didn’t care though, he hadn’t seen Sana since Cordelia had departed for negotiations in the North last Winter Season. “When did you get back?”
Her eyes and lips turned upward in the most cute way. Yes, Sana was his best friend who was a girl, but there was no denying she was cute. Bangchan could admit that in his younger years he had a crush on her but now he only saw her as an older sister and someone he had to protect. “I think Saturday night. We got back right as your photos hit all the tabloids.”
Right, the photos. The reason that Schniezel had called the two of you both into the Council Room in the first place. The image painted in his mind made the heat immediately go all the way up his neck to the tips of his ears. “Ah, about that…”
“No need to explain.” Sana said, as sweetly as ever, even giggling at his reaction. “Though it does explain why you haven’t been answering my messages.”
Chan gave her a rather dramatic scrunch of his brow, shaking his head and smiling down at her. “I’ve been busy.”
Sana scoffed at me. “Keep in your pants, you still have a wedding to wait for. Unless you didn’t wait.” His face immediately tinted pink as he avoided her gaze to which Sana smacked him. “You dirty nasty— I thought you were a cute innocent Koala Bear but you’re just a dirty dog.” She squealed, playfully smacking his arm.
“You know hitting a Knight of The Round is punishable by death.” He teasingly threatened as he shook his head, clearly embarrassed. “Please, you know I’ve barely touched a woman since the battle of Liro.”
That didn’t stop the look on Sana’s face. The look that represented an older sister who was scolding her younger brother. “And Her Highness let you touch her?”
His face has gone serious, the smile leaving his face. “I didn’t do anything. I’m respectful of Her Highness.” If respectful meant taking her rather intimately against a nightclub wall and dreaming about doing it again, then yes he was. After he said that he huffed as he moved passed, already feeling late and not wanting to keep either you or Schneizel waiting. She called after him, boots clicking against the white marble floors as she caught up to him and blocked his steps. Chan moved to the left and Sana followed, then to the right and she followed his movements again. Their little dance continued for a moment before he lett out an exasperated sigh. “Sana please…”
“Chan.” She pouted, crossing her arms.
Immediately, he eased up, instead of appearing annoyed he gave her a teasing look. “Yes, Sana?”
She returned his smile, eyes turning to crescents and eyes glittering as she saw that he relaxed. “So, do you like her?”
He nodded. “Of course I like her.”
“Are you happy with her?”
Again he nodded. “Yes.”
“Could you love her?” Sana pestered. That made him swallow, the heat returning to his face and even burning the nape of his neck. Immediately, she noticed his change of expression. Sana, having mercy on him, closed her eyes and nodded. “Is she nice at least?”
A flash of images of you, not only threatening Chan, but the past couple of weeks flashed through his mind. The trail, the threats, the concern he had for his younger sister, the conversations about power and war… Chan could hardly describe that as nice and trust Sana, he made sure to have her know that. “She’s far from nice.”
Sana frowned at his response, apparently now quite concerned with how he answered. “You’re not forcing or pushing yourself with her? If so then you know what I’d have to say to that.”
Though he was an older sibling, he can’t help but feel like a small younger brother when Sana, or Young K or even BamBam are reprimanding him. Even though they were lower ranks than he was now. “I know, I know.” Chan huffed, slumping his shoulders a bit. “I didn’t mean that she wasn’t nice.”
Still continuing to frown at him, The Knight of Twelve huffed out a sight. “What did you mean then?”
“I meant…” He paused, trying to find the best way to say what he was thinking without seeming rude. However, the only proper response was the truth. The cold blunt truth. “She is nice. Just not to me.”
“And why is that?” Sana questioned, which he easily had the answer to. There were a lot of reasons why you hated him. The main reason being the fact that you were forced into a marriage with him. He could understand why you had hated him initially, but there were a lot of questions he had himself as to why you persisted, continuing to hate him.
His lips thinned, making sure that there was no staff around to hear or spread rumours though he felt a rather ominous presence over him, making sure that his guard was up in case someone was secretly hiding away. “She hates me and I know what you’re going to say, but I’m trying. I want her to like me, more than anything so please be nice to her.”
Sana gently patted his shoulder. “I trust your decisions, but I do have to wonder, why do you think she hates you?”
“Yes, I’m curious as well.” A voice sounded from beside. Making Sana blink, though Chan knew, somehow, that you had been looming over the both of them. “Though I suppose I’d much rather use the word ‘despise’ than hate.”
With a sharp intake of breath, Chan offered you a rather weak smile. “Your Highness.”
You, in turn, offered him the fakest of smiles. “Puppy.”
From the other side of him, he could hear Sana stifle her laughter. “ ‘Puppy’?” She repeated, still trying not to fully laugh at him.
“Don’t.” He told her through gritted teeth.
“I think it suits you actually.” She told him.
You smiled at her, this time actually smiling politely towards the other woman. “At least someone agrees with me.” The two of you shared another laugh, much to the dismay of Chan’s ego, though he was quite happy to see you at least getting along with one of his friends other than Felix. Before he could say anything though, you nudged him with your elbow. “Well, aren’t you going to introduce us? I thought you were supposed to be a gentleman.”
Internally, he wanted to snap back at you but knowing Sana she would have definitely scolded him for acting in such a way, especially towards you. “Your Highness, this is Sana Minatozaki, The Knight of Twelve. She’s been my friend since the first year of my training…so for 10 years or so?”
She nodded, eyes bright before bowing respectful towards you. “It’s a pleasure.”
You waved a hand at her. “Oh, there’s no need for that. I’m sure we will be seeing a lot of each, so you may drop the formalities.”
“Do I get to do the same?” Bangchan asked, chiming into the conversation.
He swore he had seen red in your eyes when you turned to him. “Was I speaking with you?”
He shrugged. “I am going to be spending the most time with you after all. I would think the formalities between us have already been a thing of the past.” Leaning down towards your ear level he made sure that his close friend wouldn’t be able to hear this part. “After all, I’ve seen all of you.”
“Would you like me to cut your tongue out?” You hissed back at him, baring your teeth and ready to make due with your threat.
Before either of you could answer, The Knight of Twelve stepped between the two of you. “You are bickering like an old married couple.”
“We are not.” You both replied in unison.
The response shocked the both of you, violet eyes meeting brown ones in confusion that the two of could actually come into agreement with something so mundane. Even despite all that though, Sana still disagreed with the two of you. “I mean the two of you are so picture perfect but behind all that you both are arguing with each other.”
Yes, if being at each other’s throats and basically fucking the frustration out of his system could ever be considered arguing, then yes the both of you argued quite often. “Sana, drop it.” He told her, not wanting to continue the conversation further.
She frowned. “But you’re both so cute.”
“Sana.” His strict tone came, pinching the bridge of his nose.
You, unlike Chan’s reaction, offered her a soft smile once again. “Well, thank you. You are as well. But Chan is right, we both have a meeting to get to.” That was the first time, and likely the last time, he would ever hear you say that he was right about something. It made him grin internally, or perhaps he was grinning outwardly because you gave him a rather disgusted look, not bothering to acknowledge him as you said your goodbyes to Sana. “It was a pleasure meeting you.”
She nodded, extending her hand out to yours. “You as well. I would love to chat more, if you’d like. I’m sure I have some embarrassing stories of Chan that you’d love to hear.”
Letting out a breathless chuckle you nodded. “Seeing as you’ll be here until the engagement party, I’m sure we could have lunch or something.”
“I’m free tomorrow, if you’d like.” She offered.
That immediately made Chan panic. There was still a fear that lingered within him that someday you might Geas Hannah, even though you hadn’t when the two of you had met and even as the two of you continuously spoke with each other there was no signs of you ever threatening her or controlling her. Chan, despite everything, had all the reason to be cautious about having one of his close friends alone with you. “Sana, could I speak with you for a second? Your Highness, tell His Highness my apologies for being late but I will be there soon.” Before the two of you could protest his request, Chan was pulling Sana around the corner to make sure you couldn’t see either of them. He was sure you knew what he was doing, having seen you narrow your eyes at him, before both Knights disappeared. “What do you think you’re doing?” His stern tone questioned, all the caution and concern in his tone.
She completely ignored his tone of voice, jutting out her hip and crossing her arms. “I am trying to be nice to Her Highness. I’m sure she’d enjoy having someone who is close to you in her close circle that isn’t Felix.”
He gave her a pointed look. “You realize how dangerous she is. I’ve known her for two weeks and I know she wouldn’t be afraid to use you as a tool for her purposes.”
She frowned at him. “You barely know her, two weeks is nothing. She’s your wife, maybe you should learn to trust her.” Sana huffed, clearly not impressed with how he was acting. “In fact, maybe you should take her on a date.”
A trickle of heat appeared on his cheeks at the thought of going on a date with you. “That’s-”
“Bangchan.” The Knight of Twelve sighed out, matching his tone from earlier. “Think about it. If you get closer to her, maybe the two of you would get along better. Knowing you could probably get her to like you, maybe even trust you.”
He couldn’t argue with that. Having you like him, having you even trust him, would have definitely been a dream. Bangchan wanted nothing more than a happy marriage between the two of you. He had seen you go through enough, the most he could was actually try to get along with you. Even if it had proven to be quite difficult, maybe with the help of Sana, it could actually work. “Fine. Just be careful.” He exhaled giving into his close friend.
Clapping her hands together, Sana cheered at her victory over him. “I promise I’ll get you all the information to get the perfect date.”
“Whatever you say.” As he said that he rolled his eyes, though it was playfully.
She nudged him slightly as they both walked around the corner to see that you were still there. That was not a good sign, knowing that if you heard what Sana and himself were saying it might anger you further, thus whatever plan both Sana would come up with would be ruined. Chan’s lips thinned. “I thought I told you to go ahead to the meeting.”
You clicked your tongue at him, brows knitting together, the lines of agitation clear on your expression. “Does it look like I take orders from you?”
“By the laws of your father-”
“Does it look like I care about what my father thinks?” Chan would have answered yes, but he was sure that you would deny. Besides, you never gave him time to answer the question anyway as you tilted your chin up at him, voice almost shunning away his remark as he gestured for him to follow. “Come on now, I’m sure you know how to follow seeing as you follow orders so well.” You turned to Sana, easily offering her a pleasant smile. “It was lovely to meet you. I’m excited to meet you for lunch.”
She, in turn, took your hands, eyes glimmering as she nodded her head. “As am I.”
As The Knight of Twelve disappeared in the opposite direction, you and Chan started your walk towards Schneizel’s study. Clearly, not in the mood for silence, or perhaps more in the mood to get under his skin, you turned your attention towards your husband-to-be. “You’re smart to warn her about me.”
He tensed, almost stopping in his steps hearing you say that. “You heard that?”
“Well, no, not until you admitted it, but I was sure you meant to say something.” You said, walking alongside him, not even bothering to look him in the eye. Of course, you knew that he would have said something. As you said before, he was predictable, easy to read and that he was someone that wore his heart on his sleeve. It was commendable, or that was what most people said, but in a social game such as the one of your family’s and other nobles it was sure to get him into trouble. “So, I thank you for admitting it. Though, I understand why you would feel that way. I had willingly admitted to you that I would have Geassed your sister, had I not come to like her.”
His eyes focused on you, as the two of you stopped in front of the golden doors of your brother’s study. The guards greeting the two of you and one of his personal servants knocking on the door waiting for your brother’s response. “Are you saying I shouldn’t rule out the possibility of you Geassing Sana?”
“Do you think I would?” You asked, violet eyes finally meeting him, looking intently to see what his response would be.
A response never came though, as the servants opened the door for the both of you. Schneizel, whose eyes trained to the holographic screen of Baratum, smiled the same smug smile that he always wore, at the two of you. You scowled, but Bangchan made sure to bow respectfully to the King Regent. He gestured for the two of you to sit, and you proceeded to do so before he slammed new articles down in front of you both and then pulled up headline after headline on his screen as well. You nearly choked on your own spite seeing the image in front of you, Chan looking rather wide eyed and flushed completely to the tips of his ears when the images continuously changed on the screen. There, on said screen, were multiple pictures of the two of you touching each other rather intimately within the purple and white hued lights of The Amethyst. One practically photo, the one of you two dancing, your head laid on Chan’s shoulder as one hand was on your waist and the other was so closed to the expanse of exposed skin between your breast and neck, had been titled with, “Fourth Princess Gets Intimate With Knight of One, The True Lovers of Caelum” and an apparent story about if the people wanted a happy wedding they would have to support the war so that Chan could come home to you.
Your brother’s violet gaze burned holes in both you and Chan, part of you thinking he was going to yell with the way his lips pulled back. “I have a lot to say about these photos.”
A scoff came from you. “You were the one that wanted them in the first place.”
Schneizel looked rather disapprovingly at you. “Perhaps you would like to let me finish.”
“I heard no words coming out of your mouth so I decided to answer you back.” You snipped back at him.
A huff of a laugh came from your brother. “Truly you are tactless sister.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, purposely slouching in your seat because you knew your brother hated that because whenever you so much as slouched, or yawned, or even bent your neck too far too the right, he would comment about how unlady like you were, that you would never be suited to be a Princess. You could even see it in his eyes, his snide remark ready to come from his mouth but you were the first to speak out of the two of you. “Are you here just to insult me or is there a point to such a meeting?”
“I believe, Her Highness means to say, if you aren’t angry with the pictures then what was the purpose of calling us here?” Chan interjected, trying to create peace between the two of you.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, you saw your brother’s jaw set, clearly annoyed with how straight forward you were being. “I did want to congratulate you for putting on a show for the press but it seems my sister would rather be punished.”
Again you scoffed, crossing your arms. “And when did I say that?”
“Every time you speak back to me, I will make it known that you have no power here.” Your brother threatened. “Just like our sweet little sister. I am sure you are wondering how she is.”
“If you do anything to her-”
“I won’t, unless you decide to speak out of turn again. We had an agreement and you are running your mouth, breaking such a kind promise I offered you. Maybe I need to teach you to respect me more.” The First Prince sharply objected, making sure to stare you down as he said so.
A scowl appeared on your face, Chan hearing you mutter something about Schneizel being a coward but other than that you remained silent. Chan did have to agree with him though. Anyone that threatened their sister, could be seen as a coward. Especially, with an agreement? What exactly was that about? He was sure it was none of his business, so he wouldn’t pry, but there was a small feeling in him that he knew it had to do with Carine and your love for your younger sister. Part of him wanted to reach out to you, and he did, though he reacted as soon as he saw your eyes on his hand and then came back up to look at him. Clearing his throat, Chan began to inquire again about the meeting. “I believe we should stay focused.”
A rather grateful look appeared on your brother’s face, though you remained agitated, not bothering to face forward with your arms crossed and staring off in the distance. “A good suggestion. I called you both here because the people of Caelum want more. Every news outline is dying to get an interview with the two of you or even catch the two of you doing something together. So, I’ve decided that for the next few months whenever Chan is relieved of his duties, the both of you will go out on dates together to be photographed.”
That had shocked the both of you. For Chan, it was clear that he didn’t seem to mind the idea of spending time with you, but for you, your attention had immediately been drawn back into the conversation. “I am not a PR stunt.”
“Your whole marriage is a PR stunt, not only to fix your tarnished reputation but there are bigger reasons for this. I am sure you understand that.” Your brother told rather nonchalantly, handing you both a detailed schedule of when and where the dates would be held. “You would have to be crazy to think this way. This is ridiculous, I am not doing this.”
“What is ridiculous is the fact you think you have a choice in the matter.” The cool tone in your brother’s voice was laced with the hint of a threat and you swore you had seen the brilliance of red in his eyes.
You glared at him, as if staring at him in such a way would make him drop dead. “If you were a good brother you would have given me a choice.”
The First Prince simply shrugged off the comment as if it was nothing. “Then I suppose I am the worst brother then.” He said, placing the fountain pen that had been between his fingers onto his desk. “Though I would have to say you are a much worse fiancé. Have you even considered how the Knight of One feels?”
“As if I care.”
Chan, not knowing what else to do, pretended to be wounded in his heart. “Oh, how you wound me so.”
You feigned a sincere smile at him. “I hope that it kills you.
Chuckling, Chan only shrugged off the comment. “And who would be here to take care of you?” He questioned, leaning a little closer to you.
“Myself.” You hissed back at him, though it didn’t have much sting as when you spoke to Schneizel.
Your brother, seeming to catch the slight change in tone, made his presence known again by clearing his throat and leaning back in his chair, eyes glancing between the two of you. It was as if he was assessing the situation he just saw, making sure to choose his next words carefully. Instead, he pointed towards the schedule and continued on. “My father has requested I push your engagement to a closer date as well. With all this talk of war, what better way to celebrate than a happy couple getting engaged.” Your brother made sure to emphasize the word happy, mostly straining it towards you.
As if that wasn’t enough your brother was also glaring at you from across his desk. Part of you wanted to reach over the wooden barrier that was his desk and tell him off, but true to life there was a barrier between the two of you. Your brother and yourself were on completely different plains, that you hardly even recognized the man he became and you were sure he would say the same about you. The only thing you had in common was your Geass. Even if some would say your personality was the same, that you were two sides of the same coin, you knew you could never be as brutal, as tyrannical, as smart or cunning, or sinister as your older brother. And like the walls in his heart, or the wall that was his desk, he made sure you knew that. That you would be separated among all your siblings because despite being so similar, you would never compare to him. “Is that really all you have to tell us? This is a waste of time.”
Clasping his hands together and placing them on the desk, your brother only continued to glare at you. “You should be thankful I’m even giving you a chance to speak, considering how raunchy and unappealing these photos are. If it weren’t for people being so silly in love with the thought of you two, I would have…” Schneizel silenced himself, remembering that Chan was still there with the two of you. As always he had to appear level headed, calm and collected.
“Go on, Your Highness.” The Knight of One finally spoke, testing to him as to what he would say.
Clearing his throat, Schneizel thanked Chan for the small suggestion, though you could see in your brother’s eyes that his facade was faltering. He clearly wasn’t as thankful for your fiancé’s suggestion as he led on because for a split second, you saw your brother’s jaw set. He relaxed as he spoke though, keeping face. “I would have figured out a better way for the public to happily support your marriage.” He told, recovering from the slight outburst that he had. “Now, I scheduled you both for a dance lesson after this meeting.”
Both you and Chan had the same look of bewilderment on your faces as you questioned your brother. “ ‘Dance lesson’? It might be boring, but I can assure you there are no balls, or galas, or events that require us to dance.”
Schneizel tutted. “But there is, did you just forget I said that your engagement is at the end of this month? Or do you only listen to what you want to hear?”
If you could reach over the desk and smack your brother you would, though you were sure that Chan and any of his other servants would restrain you for doing so. Last time, you had even attempted a move on Schneizel, he had thrown you into a cell in the secrets underground dungeon that held all the terrorists, anyone that opposed your family, certain former nobles that were now disgraced, rapists, truly anyone that your family deemed a quick death to easy to be felt there to be tortured for the rest of their days. Of course, you had been left there alone, not near anyone and spent the night there, because Schneizel had deemed it fit to show you how you would end up if you continued to speak the way you had done. You were around 18 when that happened, a memory you were not quite fond of. So, you never truly attacked Schneizel, only with words after that day. “If it comes from your mouth then I’d rather not listen at all. Perhaps, you should talk about something more interesting.”
“Perhaps, you should watch your mouth and go to that dance. I specifically chose these teachers for the both of you because I wanted you both to learn from the best.” Your brother turned his attention back to the papers, not wanting to continue, in his words, such petty arguments to you that weren’t a breath. As you both got up, your brother gestured a hand towards Chan, telling him to remain where he was. “You’re free to leave, dear sister.”
You didn’t bother, only scoffing at the sight of the two of them. Other than your father, you were these two who were the most power hungry men that you hadn’t seen. Even if you knew that Chan was doing it to look after his family, you still thought that marrying you was another step towards power and truly it was. You left without a word though, but Chan was sure he heard you snarl at them. He turned his attention back to Schneizel who was currently massaging his temples. “Is something wrong, Your Highness?” Chan questioned, trying to seem sympathetic though he hardly was. Sure, younger siblings often annoyed their older siblings, but it was not like how you and Schneizel were. Chan was sure that your threats to him were often a joke, but the threats between you and your brother he was sure held nothing but truth. Threats that were, for the lack of better wording, deadly.
Even now as The First Prince was staring at the door as you left, he was sure if there was a way to get you to obe, or even be rid of you to ensure that he would be the only with Geas, then he was sure that your brother would do it. With an exasperated sigh, Schneizel brushed back his hair, annoyance lining his expression. “That girl is everything I hate.”
Which was something that was quite ironic considering everyone said that you and Schneizel were often compared with each other. People, including himself, found plenty of similarities between the two of you. At one point, when you first made your debut to the public at a mere six years old, everyone called you Schneizel’s prodigy, having been once taught by him up until the unfortunate events of your mothers death. “You shouldn’t speak ill of your sister. You put her in the situation that she is in, you have to sympathize with her a little.”
Your brother let out a sarcastic chuckle. “She was asking for her, the little devil.” He huffed out. “Don’t even pretend you are not at fault either. You are the one that wanted to marry her.”
Chan felt his anger spike. Though it might be true that there were some faults to your marriage because he was offered the choice and willingly volunteered to be your husband, there was no way that the pain you felt from Schneizel equated to that of what Chan did. He wouldn’t say that though, as tempted as he was. “Your Highness, I will say it once over again, do not speak ill of your sister like that. She is my wife.”
“And that is why I had to call this small meeting with you.” He said, gesturing to one of the servants to bring the decanter from the small table over towards the two of them. Schneizel poured the woody liquid into the crystal glasses and offered one to Chan, who quickly shook his head and watched as the First Prince down the whiskey so easily. With a satisfied “aaah” he continued. “This marriage, I do not want it to affect the way you think.”
“And how would that happen?” He inquired.
Again Schneizel let out a grunt. “She will dig her claws into you, ruin you. You’ll be as pathetic as the Knight of Seven that chases her around like a stray cat.” Without thinking Chan slammed his hands against the wooden desk. The sound echoed through the room, shocking everyone in the room, even Schneizel. Though Chan often had back and forth with your brother, it had never led to violence, until now. Even if he hadn’t hit him, Chan had raised his fists in a threatening way to The King Regent. Almost manically, Schneizel laughed, head tilting back. Once he finished, he took the tips of his fingers, wiping away the tears that had formed in his eyes. “Did I touch a nerve, Knight of One?”
Chan remained, firm to sticking his ground as his jaw set. “Prince Schneizel-”
“Relax, yourself Knight of One. I am merely kidding.” Your brother objected, objecting to whatever threat that would have come from him. “I am here to help you. I would hate to see such a mighty, trustworthy, loyal Knight such as yourself fall simply because of someone like my sister.”
Sweet words, something your brother and Euylia often used to manipulate those who they thought were so easy to control. He was not one of those people, and Schneizel should have known that. In fact, The Knight of One, could still taste the bile that rose from his throat, ready to spit it back at your brother. After all, the only person that had more power than him was your father, The King, what would Schneizel do? Threatening him? Chan would simply do it back. For this occasion though, Chan bit his tongue, not finding much of a good reason to continue such a conversation. “Thank you for the advice, Your Highness.” He managed, sounding as sweet and sincere as possibly. “I suppose that is all?”
He waved a hand at him. “Yes, go and heed my warning to you Knight of One. I truly would hate to see you disgrace the name you built yourself if you were to fall for any of my sister’s…antics.” Came the last venom like words before Chan excused himself, bowing and leaving for where the schedule told him to be. That truly was not a conversation that he would ever want to repeat, and if it did happen again, he would make sure that The First Prince knew his place.The thought of it happening caused a smile to appear on his face, only to disappear a few seconds later because he realized what came next, something that he often dreaded and never did at the fancy events your family hosted… dancing.
When The Knight of One entered the room, he was happy to see both Minho and Hyunjin, though he expected Felix to be there as well. However, he had a hunch as to why Felix refused to be around the two of you. Nevertheless, he definitely knew that Schneizel had chosen that best. Who better to teach him to properly dance than two Knights of The Round that happened to be nobles. Hyunjin, who had come from Horotus, was the first cousin to the women who ruled over Horotus and if they were all to die, Hyunjin would have to return to Horotus to become a Prince. Though it never shocked anyone that Hyunjin was from Horotus, the country had been called, “The Goddess’ Garden” and the people in it flawlessly beautiful, as if they were flowers in the garden of The Almighty. Lee Know, or Minho, was a distant, though he wasn’t sure how distant, relative to Felix’s family, making him part of the nobility in Caelum. Lost completely in his thoughts, Chan stumbled slightly, though he was able to recover only making the room swirl slightly around the two of you in one big blur as your bodies entwined in and out of each other’s movements in time with the music. Chan felt like he was finally getting the hang of the steps, after having a hour pass already, finding himself able to let go of any worries, only looking into your eyes before hearing a loud yelp coming from your part. “I thought you said that you knew how to dance. How is that you mess up every step we take?”
He frowned at your rather harsh remark, immediately parting from him and rubbing your foot. “I do know how to dance. This is a little more complicated.”
“Well, considering how much you talk about yourself and with that ego of yours, I would have expected more from the oh, so perfect Knight of One.” You huffed, grabbing the water on the bench.
Hyunjin getured over towards him, tossing the water bottle his way before Chan caught it with ease. A comment coming from your wend that if he had such fast reflexes you had hoped that he could at least get the steps of a basic waltz down. Though you knew that he never danced at the events that your family held, you still expected more from someone who had been so cocksure earlier. Chan, scrunched his face up in disgust after downing the last sips of his water. “Maybe if my partner was willing to negotiate some control, I could lead properly.”
You sneered at him. “And give you more control than you already do? Are you really that power hungry?” You questioned, resting on your hip raising an eyebrow at him. “Or are you just preachy?”
Both Hyunjin and Minho nearly choked on their water hearing those words from your mouth. The exact words that they had used when Chan had been given the title of Knight of One. They would have laughed more had it not been for the glare that their leader was sending them, and even though Minho did have a slight fear for his elder, he usually resorted to teasing him and joking with him. He wouldn’t push it for today, instead he gave Chan a rather knowing look. “Alright. You two are supposed to be pretending to be in love and you’re not going to convince anyone if you keep fighting.”
“He’s right. People are gonna be watching you two when you dance. If you mess it up then, you’re going to be embarrassing yourselves.” Hyunjin chimed in. “Why don’t we try something more intimate to get you both in the mood?”
You scoffed, but Chan turned to the other two Knights and nodded. Instructing you to stand in front of the mirror, Hyunjin and Minho both made sure that the two of you were close to each other, so close that the tingle of his breath danced against the edge of your lips. If you had gotten any closer he would be kissing you. The thought made you scowl, to which Minho made a joke that even though Chan was quite old, preachy and that he would make that face too if he were that close, he still managed to strictly instruct you both how to move. Minho then called for Chan to be less stiff and instructed you to allow Chan to lead. You attempted to do as you were told, as your legs swept in a small semi-circle to the side before you both turned and Chan was supposed to dip you.
Apparently, attempting was not enough as you felt yourself fumble, clinging to Chan’s arm and the two of you falling at the failed attempt. Both Hyunjin and Minho looked rather disappointed by how the two of you had failed such a simple move so easily. With a glare, sighing quite heavily, Minho shook his head. “How about we take a break?”
The two of you could at least agree with that. Hyunjin went to go to the cooler, announcing these were the last two water bottles. To which Minho suggested that the two of them get it, even as you questioned that they could simply get servants to do it for them, apparently the both of them needed to leave the two of you alone and that could possibly work out the problem. “Don’t kill each other while we are gone.”
“I can’t promise anything.” Bangchan joked, though by the look on his face you were sure that he knew that there was an actual possibility of it happening. He watched as the two other Knights got more water, falling against the seats there and groaning loudly, just as he did during training.
That sound annoyed you the most. He was always so noisy, and why did he have to make such an obscene noise? The memory of you slipping from the shower came to mind and you quickly felt your anger spike at the thought of what you had been caught doing. “Can’t you do anything right?” You hissed out in frustration.
It was as if Chan had been expecting such a reaction from you, because he merely reached for the towel that was to the otherside of him and swiped the droplets that started to form his forehead. “It’s not my fault you refuse to let anyone lead other than yourself.”
“Or maybe you’re just incompetent.” You snapped at him. “I am tired and I have other things to do.”
“You don’t think I feel the same way? Dancing isn’t easy and it’s not just my fault that you can’t compromise even a little.” He huffed out, blowing out a stream of air. “I’d danced with plenty of women, when I had to and you by far are the most difficult.”
Rolling your eyes, you slumped against the seats, crossing your arms over your chest. “What? Like with the Knight of Twelve, Sana was her name right?”
That seemed to grab his attention at the sudden mention of not only one of his longest friends but his close companion as well. “And what about Sana?” Though by the tone of your voice and the fact you would mention other women, it seemed that he already knew the reason you could have questioned him.
You shrugged, as if not to seem to care. “You are quite chummy with her. Is she your lover or something?”
Chan had to hold his stomach from trying to stifle the laughter that came from but it was to no avail to keep it in. Tears formed at the brims of his eyes, laughter continuing to flow through him at the thought of your assumption. “Her? My lover?” Again he laughed. It wasn’t like Sana wasn’t attractive, or that she had a lovely personality, because she did. For Chan though, he had only seen her as a figure to protect, to care for, almost like an older sister. “I can see why it would seem that way, but there is no need to be jealous, Princess, we are merely friends.” he assured, reaching over to pinch your cheeks in a rather playful manner,
Your hand came up to smack his away, disgust written on your face. “You think I would be jealous?”
“Isn’t that why you asked? Or assumed that she was my lover?” He questioned, tongue poking at his cheek as he grinned at you.
“If you don’t stop smiling like a fool, I will Geas you.” You threatened back at him.
Chan couldn’t help but feel the urge to tease you a little. After all, there was so much tension and frustration in the air, he had to dispel it and what better way then to be just a little playful with you? Leaning in closer to you, he extended his neck towards you, widening his eyes fully at you. “My eyes are right here. Go ahead.” The two of you were in such close proximity that he could practically taste your lips, even as they thinned, not wanting to come in close contact with him. You opened your mouth to say something, but the boisterous sound of Minho kicking the door open and yelling the two of you either should not be dead or fucking made you withdraw from Chan instantly. Your head turned away upon hearing Hyunjin laugh, saying something to Chan that you didn’t bother to hear. You were fully prepared to leave, if need be, but instead you felt a coldness touch your arm. You jerked, head swiveling to see who had done it. Chan held the water bottle out to you. “Shall we?”
Without hesitation you snatched the water bottle, taking a few gulps before springing up. You didn’t say a word to him, only got into position and waited for the music to start again as both Minho and Hyunjin started to instruct you again.
Then the dates happened. You seemed more frustrated than ever, more irritated and quite more irritable than usual. Week after week of these dates Chan had assumed that there would have been more of a chance to get to know you. Even after confiding in Sana about all the apparent things you liked, such as gifting you flowers, perhaps even opening the door for you, even bothering to fill the empty air with the efforts of trying to make conversation. There was nothing. It seemed that you hated every bit of spending time with him, whether it be dance lessons, dates, or anything else your brother found to make the public continue to speak about your relationship. It seemed that no matter what you would continue to hate anything your brother had arranged, and an extension to that you continued to hate Chan. That was on your part though.
Chan however was not on the same page and he knew it. Schneizel had warned him about this. Warned that getting involved with you was very much true to your nickname. You were poisonous. You were addictive. Sweet and deadly. Intoxicating, was the best word to describe it. Maybe even guilty pleasure. Chan couldn’t even conjure any excuse to come up with during his late night sessions of jerking himself off in the most disgusting manner to the thought of being between your legs, or having you take him, or even just hearing you moan. Maybe you were right to call him a filthy animal, because of the way he was thinking about you. It was most certainly not dignified, especially with his status.
Everything was just too captivating. Like a sweet drug he couldn’t get out of his system. Truly poisonous to his own health on every level. He replays the night almost like a mantra, like a prayer, a vision that would be his saving grace. Every ridge, and curve already committed to the vivid memory he has while his hand was wrapped around his cock. The purple neon lights, the way you moan just for him, and the harmony of your bodies meeting. It truly was the most heavenly nightmare that could be granted to him. Even as he laid down for the night.
Part of him was excited to be called back to the Palace. Despite his responsibilities and the work he had to ensure that on the battlefield, there was truly nothing that excited him more than getting to spend time with you. In his ears Chan could hear you calling him a masochist and maybe he was but that didn’t stop him. He quite enjoyed the way the two of you worked. Your snippy comments, the facial expressions you make depending on the situation you’re placed in, there were so many things. So many little bits of you he could dissect and analyze. The best thing was that he truly knew you didn’t hate him.
Nor does he truly hate you. In fact, that was why it was so easy to volunteer himself to marry you. Sure, he hasn’t spoken to you prior to a couple weeks go but from afar Chan had always heard of you. So much so that it piqued his interest and eventually he knew he had to marry, so why not the Fourth Princess of Caelum? True, the royal court had many appealing ladies, ladies he considered attractive, but there was always something…lacking? Perhaps that was the right word. Maybe it was that most nobility reminded him of your sister Euliya, who, by the swallow and empty way she talked, was something he never found appealing at all. Maybe it was because he wasn’t of noble birth, but he knew his position as Knight of One would lead to many thinking he could possibly make a good husband.
And he would try to be, at least for the right one. At least for you. He reminded himself. Even as his hand palmed his already hardened cock through his pants, hissing quietly and cursing himself as his mind succumbed to thoughts of you. Having not known you and only seeing you in pictures, hearing rumours about you, or stories from Felix had only made his interest in you peak. You were such a mystery to him at first, thinking you to be the quiet one of your family. He loved to be proven wrong of course, especially after seeing the way you talked, the way you held yourself, the way your mind worked. It was all alluring.
“Fuck…” He groaned. It was already night time now and he was supposed to be sleeping to get ready for a pre-approved date planned by Schneizel and a dancing lesson tomorrow.
He should feel shameful, thinking about you in this way when you were nothing but cruel to him. And yet when you complied…when your sweet voice called out his name, he couldn’t help but think about you. Be consumed by you. That was why he was pulling down his more, allowing the constraints of his sweatpants to disappear to reveal his hard and throbbing cock through his boxers, half lidded eyes glazed over and imagining you were there.
In truth, he had been thinking about the night at The Amethyst and the tryst the two of you shared. He had known what he was asking from the beginning, and was under no illusion about what marrying you meant. He knew that finding you attractive wouldn’t be a hard feat, but even as you were cruel to him, torturing him, changing the way he saw things, especially when it came to the view he had of the Royal Court, he still found himself so attracted to you. Even just thinking about kissing you, your lips touching his…it made a fierce hunger over him and he hadn’t been able to stop himself from getting riled up and taking control of the situation.
You had been on his mind more and more as the weeks passed, but he never thought that the effects you had on him would leave him with such little composure. So, when you played your little teasing game with him, he seized the opportunity all too eagerly. Schneizel’s words echoed in his mind. That you would dig your claws in him in more ways than one and that he should be careful. Though he couldn’t bring himself to care much for what The First Prince had to say. Instead, he found himself licking his lips, remembering your taste. Despite how sour you appeared, you tasted sweet, like any dessert that he wouldn’t be able to get enough of. He wanted to do it again, as many times as you would let him, even though he had no good reason as to why you would allow him anymore near you. Especially, since after that night you made sure to avoid him.
He shifted uncomfortably beneath his blanket, his underwear were now feeling a bit tighter than they had a moment ago and he knew that his thoughts were leading him down a path. Really, he should be looking at the new ledgers that Schneizel set before him, maybe even the battle plans that Cordelia wanted him to look at earlier for the weak, or even call The King, because your father often liked to check up on The Knight of One. He should be occupying himself with something else, especially if sleep was not one of the options that was offered to him. He had too much to do and the only thing he could think of was wanting to be inside of you again. You were plaguing him, distracting him from his work. Though, this might be a good sign for his workaholic tendencies, he knew that he shouldn’t let something so much as lust try to sway him away from his duties.
Carefully, he sat up against his bed frame, grabbing his circle rimmed glasses and grabbed one of the ledgers your brother had given him. After all he was the Secretary to the Head Minister and the Special Duty General Inspector and they were only a couple of weeks away from attack Baratum, which meant The King was going to be coming over to Caelum to see how the progress of not only the Royal Family, but The Knights of Round as well, which he was in charge of. As soon as he grabbed the piece of paper, Chan shook his head and tossed it to the side. He was under a lot of stress and if he was unfocused then he would be of no use. Besides, there was no sin in thinking of his future wife in the ways he had already seen before. That was at least he rationalized through his mind as his traitorous body beckoned his attention.
Tentatively, as if someone could walk in, which knowing that he hadn’t locked the door and often had someone bugging him could likely happen, he took hold of himself, hissing as he touched the heated flesh. Gently, he stroked the skin, and before long, he was completely hard and practically panting. His eyes closed as he ran his fingers over the tip, collecting the precume that had appeared and smearing it down his cock.
His mind had wondered and it wasn’t difficult to find the flash of scenes that played when the two of you had been intimate. Tightly you had gripped his hair, you tensed up, head thrown back and eyes tearing up as you released a cry for him. Your hips had moved involuntarily grinding against his face in a ditch effort to prolong the waves of pleasure for as long as you could. He remembered holding his tongue out flat, allowing to do as you please. After all, he lived to serve you. Then he was kissing you again, hot mouth pressed hard against yours to get you to taste yourself on his lips. He never held back when he kissed you, he never wanted to, wanting to engage you in a searing kiss that would send shock waves straight into your body. So that you remember, just like he was now, that he was the only one that could do this to you.
The vision of your teasing followed after, only for him to remember the way you took him against the way of the club. He let out a soft moan as he envisioned the way you held onto him, nails digging into his shoulder to express your pleasure. He had a goal. To please you, to prove something to you. He had been driving himself into you with merciless abandon, focusing on your sweet moans, angling himself so that his pelvis rock against your sensitive bundle of nerves above your entrance, nudging you closer to release. One hard thrust, angled to touch the velvety patch of skin within you, had you crying out. You had clung to him, so tightly that he was moaning out his own release. The memory of his hips jerking against you, fucking you through both of your orgasms as he painted you walls white.
Another groan, this time sounding more frustrated, tore from the back of his throat at the image playing in his mind. His hips were moving in time with his hand, bucking forward instinctively beneath the blankets as he lost himself in the pleasure of thinking about you. He thought so many times about taking you, of ripping away the cloth barrier that stopped him every time the two of you were alone together. The tension had been so heavy around the two of you and he just wanted it to break. He was insatiable, greedy and it was all for you. He needed to taste your most intimate flavours again. A soft cry escaped from his lips, your name falling from his lips, firm grip on his cock faltering.
He was about to call for you again, only to be startled by a knock on the door. Chan, coughed, attempting to disguise the sound of him relishing in his own private affairs to answer whomever was knocking. He wanted to curse out whoever thought it would be a good idea to interrupt him, however he knew that it would come sooner or later. If only he had cum before whoever was at his door had. Grabbing the ledger and shifting slightly, he made sure to appear presentable as he could despite the fact he was both shirtless and slightly flushed. He cleared his throat. “Enter.” He commanded.
A maid entered, smiling up at him as pleasantly as possible. Her eyes went to his shirtless form and he immediately saw embarrassment wash over her. “Good evening S-Sir Bang.” She said as composed as possible, though her voice slightly cracked at the end of her sentence.
He dismissed it though. Though he knew that she likely didn’t hear him, he knew that having a servant stare at him shirtless was already embarrassing enough. Even The Knights of The Round often complained of his distaste for wearing clothes during the nightly hours or training. “Good evening.” He said, pausing to allow her to speak, though by the expression on her face he could tell she was still rather flustered. “Did you need something?” Unlike you or your family, the question didn’t come out in the same cruel manner, it was more gentle, trying to mask any frustration he had earlier.
It was her turn to clear her throat, shaking her head as she composed herself once again. “A private call from Line 97 is calling you.” Line 97 was the private line he allowed his parents to call on. “Though, I see that you are busy. Would you like me to send it to your voicemail or have them call back another time?”
He shook his head. Normally, he would have tossed the sheets away and answered the call, leaving the servant to see their way out but he is naked, not hard anymore, thankfully, but still naked nonetheless. “I’ll get it in a second thank you.”
As expected she respectfully bows at him, what wasn’t expected was the servant pausing halfway opening his door to look back at him. Though her cheeks were still flushed, she managed a shy smile. “I’m happy you and Her Highness are together.” She uttered to him rather abruptly, surprising even herself that she said such a thing. “That is to say… I’ve known Her Highness, (Y/N), for a while now and I’ve never seen her happier.”
Clearly the little facade the two of you were playing had even been tricking the staff here. He was sure any of the main staff that was in the main palace and not the Knights of The Round Villa would have said the opposite. Either that, or they were all meant to keep quiet to make sure no bad press about your marriage would spread through anyone’s ears. “Thank you.” Chan said in earnest. “Have you known Her Highness for a long time?”
“Yes. We actually went to school together when we were younger.” She admitted. “I was in a scholar program like yourself to train to be a Knight but I failed miserably.”
He chuckled, recalling the days of his training and remembering the frustration and tears that came along with it. Being a Deliah Knight or Knight of The Round was never easy, much less training to be one. The Knight of One felt a wave of sympathy for her. “So, why choose to be apart of the Royal family’s staff?”
a/n : i’m not entirely sure how i feel about this one yet but i know if i keep rereading it i’ll probably end up making it worse. this is unedited so there’s bound to be some mistakes hidden throughout. i hope you enjoy xxx
The small couch in Chan’s studio wasn’t nearly big enough for the four of you to sit comfortably together and with Jisung inability to sit still you somehow ended up squished between Chan and Changbin while Jisung sat in Chan’s chair off to the side.
The movie was long, way too long for any of you to sit through one by one each of you taking turns getting more antsy as the film went on.
It wasn’t until you felt a cool touch brush against your thighs that you brung your eyes up from your phone taking in a sharp breath as Chan’s fingers dipped into your folds. Leaning over he pulled you closer to him giving him better access to your center.
“Make a scene and I’ll stop.” Chan’s voice was firm, eyes focused on the screen casually continuing his conversation Changbin as if he wasn’t playing with you in front of two of his best friends. Moaning softly you tipped your head to the side hoping to hide your face in his shoulder. You weren’t quiet, he knew that it was a struggle for you to keep your sounds down to a minimum.
Gasping, you felt his fingers slid into you, thumb brushing against your clit, fingers curving just enough to hit the spot that always drove you crazy. Biting your lip you looked around you trying to focus on something, anything to keep yourself in control. However, what you found was not what you were expecting.
From his position in the chair, Jisung’s eyes found yours, big and wide taking in the situation in front of him. When he joked about the two of you having sex in the studio earlier never once did he think you would continue with Changbin and himself in the room.
Locking eyes with him a whimper fell from your lips as you noticed the tent forming in Ji’s sweatpants. Squirming slightly you pushed the blanket to the side just enough to give him a better view and watched his eyes light up with shock as he focused in on Chan’s fingers pumping into your pussy.
“Jisung-ah you like what you see?” Chan asked, his eyes still focusing on the screen. You weren’t sure when he noticed the peep show you had been giving Jisung but even after his voice pulled the two of you out of your trance his fingers never slowed, continuing to let the pleasure build within your stomach as you felt yourself dance along the edge of relief.
Looking up you tried to read Chan’s face but his eyes were locked onto the tv even though you knew he was not watching anything on the screen. Silence falling over the three of you as you watched Chan’s eyes flicker over to Jisung who was silent. Eyes wide with panic.
“I asked you a question Ji. Answer me, do you like what you see ?” Chan asked again his tone stern as he continued pumping in and out, thumb grazing your clit pleasure pooling in your center.
“Hy—hyung I—shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” Jisung stuttered his voice low barely above a whisper. Eyes meeting yours in the same moment Changbin muttered something about the lyrics he was writing on his phone completely unaware of what was happening besides him.
“Don’t apologize, you wanted to watch right?” Chan asked even though he knew the answer. “Shift this way let Sungie see your pretty pussy.” Following his orders you shifted towards him spreading your legs further apart giving Ji a better view, completely disguardging the blanket to the side.
Almost frozen in his position, Jisung watched as Chan fingered you, his fingers working thoroughly to bring you to your release. Were his ears deceiving him? Did he hear him right? Jisung had a crush on you forever, hell they all did. It was only when they found out you were sleeping with Chan that they stopped talking about the hypotheticals. The news put an end to the hushed conversations the younger members would have whenever you came around wearing something too short or too tight for comfort.
As Chan’s fingers pumped in and out his thumb circled your clit your eyes fluttered shut for a moment before a light smack against your clit caused you to open them again your eyes wide finding Chan’s. Shaking his head with disapproval he smirked at your confusion. “You wanted him to see you. Keep your eyes on him. I want you to watch him while you cum.”
Nodding your head you whimpered, lightly biting your lip to keep your sounds down. Eyes locked on Jisung as you imagined it was him touching you. Craving his fingers on you as pressure began to pool in the pit of your stomach threatening to spill over.
“Can I?” You asked softly your eyes pleading with Chan who simply shook his head. Confused, you furred your brows together. “Channie please,” You tried again, your moans lost in your throat as you focused your energy on trying to obey Chan.
“Don’t ask me. Ask Ji, if he wants you to cum then you’ll cum.” He spoke both of your eyes, turning to Jisung as you began to plead with him.
“No.” Jisung said boldly, nodding his head at Chan, signaling for him to remove his hand from you just before your orgasam took over your body. Moving forward Jisung kneeled in front of you. “I want to be the one to make you cum.”
You weren’t sure when but by this time the three of you had Changbin’s full attention. His phone long discarded his hands running over your thigh.
“Please Ji please touch me.” You whined as Changbin’s mouth connected with your neck tongue trailing lightly over your skin. His breath was hot on your neck as he chuckled.
“You sound so fucking good when you’re like this. Needy for someone to touch you. Needy for one of us to touch you. Eager for hyung to share you with us. For him to let us treat you like a whore.” His words taunt you. For a moment your eyes leave Jisung turning to face Changbin, his lips finding yours pulling you into a rough kiss.
If there was one thing about Jisung, it was that he didn’t need to be told twice. The moment the words left your mouth something inside of him shifted his gaze turning almost predator-like as he moved closer pulling the fabric down, hands gripping your thighs pulling you closer to him as his mouth connected with your core.
You gasped fighting the urge to press your thighs together as you let your body feed into Jisung’s touch. Holding you steady Changbin’s hand gripped your chin keeping you in place letting his lips devour yours while Jisung had his way with you down below. Unlike Chan, Jisung ate you out with a power you couldn’t quite comprehend. His tongue fast against your clit, pace unforgiving. You hadn’t even realized you were bucking your hips off of the couch until Binnie’s free hand pressed against your hips, his firm grip keeping you in place for Jisung.
“Keep her quite Binnie. We don’t need any other ears passing by to know what we’re doing in here.” Chan ordered Changbin’s kiss deeping at the request.
From where Chan sat he had the perfect view of the scene in front of him. The sight of you spread open for his members made his heart clench with pride. His members deserved the best and of course what better way to reward them for all of their hard work than you? He was well aware of the crushes all the members had on you. He was aware of how the small comments stopped after Jeongin told the rest of them he walked in on the two of you. They respected him and they respected you as their friend and more than that as someone Chan was seeing.
Of course though there were never any set boundaries and tonight Chan was allowing you what you’ve wanted for a while. The idea of being shared amongst his members was something the two of you talked about frequently. You were interested in the 8 of them and as you found out in the past Chan thrived off seeing you with others. He loved to watch and it seemed perfect.
Without any warning Jisung slipped his fingers into your center curling his fingers perfectly causing your body to struggle against Changbin’s hold as you moaned into his lips. The feeling overwhelms you, leaving you unable to focus as you let your body secum to the pleasure you were feeling.
Moans muffled by Changbin you felt yourself inch closer and closer tethering on the edge once again completely unaware of Chan moving around the room. “She’s close, Ji.” He spoke, causing Jisung to fall back, a whine falling from your lips as you broke away from Changbin. Jisung’s fingers instantly come to your mouth smearing the wetness on your lips, pulling you in for a rough kiss.
Breaking away Chan tapped your thigh, his touch pulling you away from the kiss as you waited for his command. Pulling your shirt over your head you sat back completely bare, a smirk playing on his lips motioning for you to come to him.
Repositioning yourself on the couch you hovered over Chan’s lap watching in awe as Changbin shed his clothes letting his cock spring up falling back against his stomach. Mouth watering you stood there frozen in place taking in all of him while Chan moved beneath you lining hip tip up with your entrance.
“You like what you see?” Changbin smirked, his voice low chuckling lightly, pumping himself a few times bringing himself to your lips. Opening your mouth you stuck your tongue out letting him slide in at the same time as Chan, both of them entering you together. Gasping around Changbin’s length you tried to relax Chan’s pace already sending you into a daze.
Changbin was almost the same length as Chan but way thicker feeling heavy in your mouth you struggled around him gagging instantly the moment he hit the back of your throat.
Running his hands up your side Chan gave a light tap on your hip. “Relax baby girl, it’s ok.” He hissed as Changbin pulled on your hair bringing your attention to him, his movements stopping pulling out of your mouth completely.
“Do you trust me?” He asked softly, his eyes locking in on yours as you nodded, whimpering as Chan continued to thrust into you. “Good, I’ve got you angel. I won’t hurt you unless you ask me to, ok? Let’s try again. Open for me.” He prompted, his hand still in your hair guiding you down his length.
In unison the two of them worked together thrusting into you, their pace steady. Eyes wide you looked up at Changbin watching as he groaned curse words leaving his lips, hand continuously guiding you never leaving your hair tugging roughly at your roots.
“You can be rough Binnie, she can take it. She’s ready.” Chan groaned his voice raspy as his pace speeding up his length twitching inside of you. On command Changbin’s grip tightened on your scalp pushing into you roughly. Tears pooling in your eyes you choked around his cock, breath leaving you as he held your head in place, nose pressed against his skin. Looking up you watched Changbin closely letting the tears fall as he growled pulling back roughly. Air filling your lungs, you gasped coughing harshly as Chan kissed your neck. “Fuck I love watching you like this. So fucking beautiful baby, you’re doing so well.”
Nodding at Chan’s words you smiled proudly bringing your hand up to his neck rubbing the side of his face softly. Feeling a light smack against your cheek you broke your eye connection with Chan turning your attention back to Changbin instantly opening your mouth for him.
The look on Changbin’s face as he thrust into your mouth was almost enough to send you over the edge. The pure ecstasy taking over his features as he continued to thrust into you his pace matching Chan’s once again overwhelming your senses. Hand finding your hair again, Changbin guided you roughly, his groans getting louder as his thrusts began to get sloppy.
With one last thrust Changbin came shuddering lightly as you swallowed around him taking his load down before he pulled out of your mouth falling back on the couch. Without Changbin your focus fell back to Chan who was thrusting into you relentlessly chasing his own high slamming your hips down onto him.
“Can I- I need to” You cried eyes searching Chan’s face as his hand gripped the back of your neck bringing your head down to his.
“Don’t even fucking think about it. You can’t cum until Jisung says so or did you forget?” He growled, his grip keeping you close as you whined. You had forgotten, you were so wrapped up in Changbin and Chan that you had forgotten about Jisung. He was the sole reason this whole night started and yet you had forgotten all about him.
With a few final thrusts Chan came hard, filling you up and kissing you roughly while he continued to fuck you through his orgasam. “Be good for Sungie yeah? He’ll take care of you if you’re good, ok?” He spoke softly, his grip on your neck loosening as he thrusts stopped pulling you off him.
From the chair Jisung sat quietly, he had watched his hyungs use you in awe. You were spent and rightfully so. Cum leaking out of you, a thin layer of sweat covering your skin. You looked beautiful and just the sight of you like this made him go feral.
While you leaned back onto Changbin, Jisung stepped up kneeling down on the couch in front of you pushing your legs apart, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Missed me?”
“Jisungie,” You whined watching helplessly as he toyed with you. “I’m sorry.” You cried, your body shuddering as you felt him lick one single stripe from your entrance to your clit gathering cum on his tongue. Leaning forward he gripped your cheeks prompting you to open your mouth. Mouth open, tongue out Jisung let his spit drip into your mouth.
“Swallow.” He ordered watching you closely pushing your hair out of your face. Running his finger slick with precum messily into your folds causing you to squirm underneath him showing him your tongue now completely clean. “Hold her open for me hyung.” Jisung ordered, thrusting into slowly you hissed, throwing your head back onto Changbin’s chest, feeling his arms snake around your front pulling your legs apart and into your chest.
Hips snapping into yours Jisung’s pace was relentless. The sounds of your skin smacking together paired with the wet squelching sounds filled the room. Tears falling from your eyes, you babbled mindlessly begging Jisung for some type of relief. You needed to cum, and more importantly you want to cum for him.
“Shit Ji look at her she’s absolutely fucking ruined. Doesn’t she look beautiful?” Chan rasped his voice smooth and thick like honey from his seat on the side. Eyes locked on you Jisung stared intensely down at you his hand rubbing you clit frantically as he continued to pound into you.
“She is,” He groaned voice strained as the warmth of your body mixed with the reminisce of Chan’s cum blanketed around his cock bringing him closer and closer to his release way faster than he originally expected. “She’s so beautiful. Fuck you’re so beautiful sweetheart.”
Whimpering softly you bite down on your lip hard to keep your moans contained as you felt yourself come close to the edge once again. “Please Ji, please” You murmured barely coherent as your mind fogged cloudy and overwhelmed.
Doing his best to hold back himself Jisung nodded, increasing the pace of his fingers along with his thrusts before he spoke. “Cum.” he ordered and just like that you’re orgasam washed over you Changbin’s hand securely placed around your mouth keeping your voice quiet as you moaned loudly. Clenching down you milked Jisung’s cock bring him to his own relief, head falling forward, his body collapsing on top of you partially as his cock twitched inside of you, stuffing you full once again.
For a moment the two of you stayed like that nozzled into one another heavy breathing filling the silence before Jisung pulled out falling back to the other side of the couch. Brushing your hair out of your face, Changbin kissed your hair with a smile playing on his features. “You did good angel.” He spoke softly.
Nodding you smiled weakly you felt Jisung’s hand running over your thigh as he sat up a fucked out expression, pupils blown and a lazy smile. “He’s right you did so good for us. That was amazing.”
You wanted to thank them but as you opened your mouth the words seemed to fail you causing you to close your mouth again smiling softly completely dazed out. With a chuckle Chan rolled closer to the three of you, his hand stroking your cheek softly.
“Its ok baby, you don’t have to talk. How about we get you cleaned up and we’ll head back to the dorms you’ll stay with us tonight yeah?” He questioned smiling down at you proudly.
“Yeah.” You whispered nodding your head softly laying back. After a few moments of silence the three of them began to take initiative shuffling around the room. Helping you pull on your clothes and getting a sip of water. In awe you say back, completely amazed by their affection before Chan pulled you to your feet, his arm securely locked around your frame.
“Let’s get you home baby,” He smiled, kissing your hair as he lead you out of the building.
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hi! i’m from tumble requesting a drabble :) can i have prompts 57, 99, 133 with 3racha x fem reader (she/her). if that’s too many people/makes you uncomfy, just chan and changbin x fem reader is perfect. thank you so much <3
BANG CHAN x CHANGBIN x FEMALE READER | 2.2k | EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, STRANGERS TO LOVERS, DRINKING, A THREESOME, SPITROASTING, SUBMISSIVE LEANING CHAN, DOMINANT LEANING CHANGBIN, ORAL, PENETRATIVE SEX, DIRTY TALK, CHAN HAS A PRAISE KINK, MILD DEGRADATION, 2RACHA FUCKS BUT THEIR HEARTS ARE ONLY FOR EACH OTHER
57. “Does he/she know what a desperate little cocksleeve you are?”
Warnings: smut, angst, loneliness, cuddling with a stranger, cockwarming, soft smut UwU, strangers to lovers
Synopsis: You’ve been going through a period of depression and feeling rather alone. When you see a flyer advertising a professional cuddling business, you laugh it off at first because there’s no way you’re that desperate. Only the idea won’t seem to leave your mind. One day you’re feeling especially bad and before you know it you’re inside the building and signing up for a session.
Things had not been looking great lately. Slowly but surely you had grown apart from your friends as your lives had moved in different directions and you had less and less to talk about. Work was okay but you just went there to pay your bills. There were one or two colleagues that were worth your time but they were often busy with their own lives that you rarely saw them outside of work. It had been some time since your last date and even longer since your last relationship. You and your family had not spoken in years which was the only good thing given how toxic they had been for as long as you could remember. Even now after all this time, you doubted that they had changed and their words from the past sometimes still swirled in your head when you lay awake at 3 am.
drabble request!!! if you could, seungmin x fem reader, prompts #75, #138, and #24. if you could make seungmin a harder dom with a dirty mouth pls thank you so much for all you do! so happy i can support your blog in a financial way!
SEUNGMIN x FEMALE READER | 1.3k | EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, BRATTY READER, HARD DOMINANT SEUNGMIN, HEAVY DEGRADATION, OBJECTIFICATION, MUTUAL PROVOCATION, ORAL, COME SWALLOWING, FACE FUCKING IN A CAR DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME SERIOUSLY
24. “Can you do as you’re told? Just this one time?”
75. “Don’t make me stop this car, because I promise you, you’ll regret it.”
138. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re dripping already. Cute.”
contents: established relationship/dynamic, spit kink, oral fixation goes brrr, jisung and reader are tipsy, public teasing, pet names (puppy <3), piv, hair pulling, choking, hinted jealousy, reader goes nonverbal
wc: 1474
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Jisung’s lips hovered over your neck, hands busy pulling you flush against him while you two swayed your hips to the beat. Your hands had been shamelessly running up and down his arms ever since he’d dragged you to dance. It wasn’t that you didn’t like dancing; you did, especially with him. The problem was that Han in a tank top was a sight way too dangerous for your feeble mind. His bare arms made you feel tipsy way before you’d even taken a sip of your drink, and the way his hands had been glued to your ass throughout the whole night sure didn’t help.
▶ Summary: When you best friend and roommate, Chan, starts dating someone new, you’re forced to confront your true feelings for him, and question whether you should be living with him at all
▶ Pairing: Bang Chan × fem reader (non-idol AU, roommates, mutual pining)
▶ Warnings: explicit content (specific warnings under Keep Reading)
