Like A Freak, Like A G. (an Enha Legal Line Series)

like a freak, like a g. (an enha legal line series)

premise: you were never one to back down from a challenge. 8 am class after a night of partying? sure. swindle that guy from the next table for a free drink? no problem. sleep your way through the frat's executive committee? hell yes.

general notes/warnings: explicit smut, fem!reader, greek life!au, university!au, 'why choose?' trope, drinking, recreational drug use, threesomes, reader is kind of a freak and a whore. more detailed notes will be added per chapter/installment. each chapter will have a different member as its focus. this is loosely chronological and is closer to an anthology than anything else.

a/n: here's the refreshed multi-member series, take it's little sibling, now including sunoo and jungwon. i'm saying this now, an orgy with all of them is not in the cards as i don't have the capacity to write that so please take this euphoria-esque mess and drama approach instead 🫶🏻

chapters

i. bet? bet!

ii. oh, you're the girl?

iii. not my thing

iv. what an ego

v. careful on your way up

vi. the president

[series start est. last week of august]

tell me why i just thought of (hard dom!officer jay x sub!criminal reader)😛 as a oneshot

Good cunt, Bad cop!

Synopsis: in which Jay is the officer who tied you down to the murder of your ex boyfriend. He’ll make you look innocent, on one condition: show him how far from innocent you really are.

Warnings: smut, illegal activity, (literally murder and a sexual relationship between a criminal and an officer) brief mention of abuse, reader is handcuffed, face fucking, jay is definitely a hard dom, corny plot lmao

“To think…that you really thought you would get away with this.” Jay says flatly, shaking his head in disappointment.

“No clue what you’re talking about, park.” You shrug nonchalantly from across the interrogation table.

He chuckles humorlessly.

“Cut the shit Y/n. Maybe the next time you want to kill your ex boyfriend, don’t dump his body in a river. I mean seriously I thought you’d be more original than that doll.”

The metal cuffs around your wrists and ankles jangle together as your knee starts to bounce in anxiety.

“Like I said, I don’t know what your talking about. Sucks that he’s dead or whatever but it wasn’t me.”

“Mhm, right.” Jay looks up a the the security camera in the corner of the room and then at you. He sees the way your jumpsuit hugs your curves so tightly…it should be illegal for it to look that fucking good on you.

“Listen to me Y/n. I’m here to help you” he lies.

“All I need is for you to tell me the truth. He wasn’t a good boyfriend to you anyway. He was abusive, manipulative. You probably did it out of self defense. At least that’s what we can make the jury think.” He says making you quirk your eyebrow at him.

“And why the fuck should I believe that you want to help me?” You ask leaning over the table. He leans in as well, as though you’re not a literal murderer.

“Because…maybe you can help me too.” He says looking at your lips. “And because your only other choice is to spend the rest of your life in jail…” he grabs your chin examining your features before shaking his head. “It’d be a waste to watch you rot in jail.”

You roll your eyes bitterly at the thought of doing what any man says.

“I’m listening.”

“It’s a miracle.” Jay quips.

“Ha-ha.” You laugh dryly.

“If this is gonna work you’ve gotta loose the attitude dollface.”

—

Mysteriously, the security footage cut out for a good 2 hours after you and Jay came to an agreement.

“Let me fuck your brains out and I’ll make this all go away.”

There it was. That was the proposal.

“Wow. You really are a loser.” You spat. How the fuck did you get yourself into this?

“We don’t have time for this Y/n.” Jay grew increasingly frustrated, pushing his specs up his nose bridge.

He was lying. He had approximately 4 more hours left to interrogate you, but his dick had been achingly hard ever since he saw you restrained in those handcuffs…so defenseless, no matter how much shit you talked.

“Fine. What do you want, a handjob?” You ask and jay chuckles, genuinely finding that funny. He grabs your hand under the table, putting it on his cock.

“As if you could wrap your hand around that.”

“W-what do you want then?” You hated how meek your voice came out, but you were caught off guard by the raging hard on underneath his slacks. Your cunt throbbed against the metal chair wildly.

“Get on your knees.”

You sank to your knees underneath the table, realizing he wanted you to crawl over to his lap like some kind of dog. Once between his legs, you rested your cuffed hands in his lap, unbuckling his belt. The sight of your bound hands was enough to make his dick twitch excitedly, which made you flinch.

“Aww, are you scared?”

“As if.”

You pulled his cock out, the weight of it resting heavy on your hand, your manicured nails clicking as you wrapped your hand around him to the best of your ability. He was huge. You really couldn’t wrap your hand all the way around it. You tightened your grip on him and jerked him up and down making his eyes flutter shut.

“Spit on it.” He demanded.

You scoffed. “Say please.”

He sighed in annoyance, grabbing your hair harshly, making you whine.

“J-jay!”

“I said spit on it. Now.”

You let a small glob of saliva dribble from your mouth down the shaft of his cock, lubricating your movements. He let his head fall back against the back of the chair.

He grabs the base of his dick from you, slapping you across the face with his length, a light smack sound emanating through the quiet room.

“Say ahh” he teases, and so you refuse to open your mouth just to piss him off.

“Stupid slut…can’t you just do what I ask for once?”

He pinched your nose shut, forcing you to open your mouth if you wanted to breathe again, only for him to shove his cock into your mouth, obstructing your breathing once again. With his hand pinching your nose, and his cock threatening to slip down your throat, you squeezed his thighs, pleading with him to breathe again. After another agonizing ten seconds, he let go of your nose and pulled his dick out of your mouth to let you breathe. You didn’t have anymore air in your lungs to shit talk him, so you stayed quiet besides your gasps for oxygen.

“Are you done being a difficult slut?”

You nod defeatedly.

“words.” He demands.

“Yes. I’m done.” You mutter.

“Good.” And with that he rudely puts his dick back in your mouth, his grip on your hair anything but gentle as he guided your head up and down his shaft.

“Fuck…maybe your mouth is good for something after all”

𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍  – 𝟏𝟎

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

⤲ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⤲ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐀𝐔, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐀𝐔, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

⤲ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒.𝟐𝐤 (not proofread am sorry it's lit 3.30am)

⤲ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬...

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"She's fucking furious with me right now because I haven't responded to her messages asking about her choice of outfit for tonight", Jungwon says as he buckles himself up in the passenger seat of his Heeseung's car, a huge, dimpled smile covering the younger one's face and actually managing to push away all those annoying thoughts roaming his cousin's mind.

Heeseung can't help but let out a deep sigh, because just as he's expected, Won doesn't hesitate to hold up his phone and show him the cute little pictures you had sent your best friends a few hours prior, which definitely don't fail to make his head spin like crazy.

"Honestly she looks bomb in all of them", Jungwon chuckles and puts his phone away without giving his older cousin the chance to fully take in the sight of your pretty body clad in a tight dress, exposing just the right amount of cleavage as well as presenting your legs in the most perfect way possible.

And as images of all the things he wants to do you fill his head, a huge jolt of guilt rushes through his whole body, a feeling he's gotten used to by now, yet never fails to ruin his mood in ways he can't explain. Heeseung knows his train of thoughts regarding his best friend's little sister is wrong, he shouldn't think about you this way, but after years of fighting with himself, he's come to accept it and brush all those visuals off to the side, all the way to the last corner of his brain to save them for his lonely nights.

"Oh, come on, old man", Jungwon suddenly exclaims and rolls his eyes at his cousin's lack of response, "she's a fucking ten, stop acting like she's not at least attractive."

"She's Hoon's sister, Won", Heeseung gulps harshly, the words feeling heavier than usual and as soon as they roll off his tongue, he can't help but remember all the times he's had to forget the most significant fact about you, just to enjoy himself.

"So?" The younger one doesn't even try to hide his confusion, a trait which definitely comes in handy at times, yet in moments like these Heeseung definitely hates him for it.

"Of course she's attractive", he mumbles and runs a hand through his dark hair to calm himself down, "but not to me."

"Right", Won scoffs and pulls off his beanie as the heat in the little space of Seung's car seems to overwhelm him, "you act like admitting it is going to get you into jail. She's only two yesrs younger than you, you know that, right?"

Of course he does. It's the only thing he's been telling himself ever since the day he realised how much he wants you and what started out as a way to stop his feelings from getting worse, ended up being the number one excuse for his fucked up brain to go absolutely wild when it comes to thoughts of you.

It's never been about age to Heeseung. He might have stated it as a reason back when you had decided to confess your feelings to him on the night of his graduation party, yet he's always been aware of the fact that he never really cared about those two years. You've never been too immature or too young, he's actually always admired just how wise and thoughtful you were compared to everyone else around him. But it's always been the easiest road to walk on whenever it came to the point where he somehow ended up considering a conversation about you with your older brother.

"She's still Hoon's younger sister and that's why it's weird to me to think of her like that."

Fucking lies.

Heeseung sometimes struggles to believe just how easy lying about his feelings and thoughts had become to him. A realisation, which never fails to scare him as he used to be so keen on being as honest as he could be in every situation imaginable.

"Whatever", Jungwon mumbles and lets out a soft sigh, "I'm so happy your little trophy wife isn't coming. I know my baby said she wouldn't mind but those words really got to her and her being there would have ruined everyone's mood."

For a split second, Heeseung feels his heart breaking into thousands of pieces as his brain processes his cousin's word, only for him to take a deep breath and shift his gaze to the younger male as the car comes to a halt at a red light.

"I don't want to talk about Sumin right now", is the only thing he manages to respond with, mentally and physically too exhausted to go into yet another argument about his choice of close friends.

"You kind of never want to talk about her, yet she's always...there." This time Heeseung can't help but roll his eyes as Jungwon bursts into laughter, slapping his hand against the younger ones chest before he tells him to just put some music on and drop the topic he's been trying to avoid for actual months.

The remaining drive to your new apartment is filled with comfortable silence as the two cousins individually prepare themselves for the get together. And just as Heeseung turns off the engine of his car, his phone starts vibrating in his pocket and just as expected he's met with his best friend's name on the display.

"Where the fuck are you?" Sunghoon's voice is laced in amusement and playfulness, the side of him the young male has missed more than he had realised after the two friends had spent quite a bit of time in physical as well as emotional distance and with a soft chuckle, Heeseung reaches for the bouquet of flowers he had gotten for you before he shuts the door and locks his car.

"I literally just parked the car, still had to pick up my present", he replies calmly, shooting Won a huge smile of excitement as he comes to join him at the door to your apartment building and without even giving his best friend a verbal response, Sunghoon hurries to buzz him in, having absolutely no idea what said present might even be.

"Seung's at the door!" At your brother's sudden announcement your heart involuntarily skips a beat and you can't hide the big big smile on your face as you excuse yourself to meet the one guest you've been patiently waiting for at the door like the good host you are.

"He's actually never one to be late but apparently he had to pick up your present", Hoon explains and takes a sip from his beer, throwing his arm over your shoulder before he continues, "now I'm curious what that fucker got you. I bet it's super cool, he actually does really well when it comes to choosing gifts."

"I know."

And you actually do. One of your favorite things about your brother's best friend have always been just how attentive and thoughtful he is; those traits noticeable in every single one of his love languages and despite not being as close to him as his friends, you could always tell he loves and cares about his close circle a lot more than people might give him credit for.

You still remember the day of Jaeyun's eighteenth birthday, where you guys had decided to throw him a surprise party, only for Seung to organise everything and get him a premium soccer jersey Jake had talked to his friends about once because he never liked wasting his breath on wishful thoughts of things he knew he couldn't afford.

As you try to guess what he might have gotten for you, memories of all your previous celebrations together start filling your brain and at the sudden mental image of a very special necklace you feel your heart lenching with agony in your chest.

However, you don't get enough time to lose yourself in those thoughts, as the little ping coming from the elevator at the end of the hall pulls you back into reality, only for the sight you're met with to completely and utterly shock you.

"No fucking way."

Your brother basically takes the words out of your mouth as the two of you stare at your best friend of fifteen years.

"Oh, my fucking God", your voice is barely a whisper as a thick veil of tears blurs your vision, yet you quickly throw your head back to stop them from running down your cheeks, not wanting go ruin Yuna's hard work.

Jungwon doesn't say much and you know it's because he's just as emotional as you; the two of you had never been this far away from each other for this long, which is why the reunion is as bittersweet as one can imagine.

However, when the tall male comes to stand right in front of you with his arms wide open, you can't help but let out a loud scream of happine as you throw your arms around his neck and finally pull him into a tight hug.

Giggles and laughter, way too many profanities and just as many "I've missed you"s filling the empty hallway of your apartment building and you have absolutely no idea for just how long you stay like that, just basking in the feeling of home in form of a person, something you've been subconsciously craving much more than you would have ever admitted to yourself.

And as you slowly open your teary eyes, your gaze meets one so gentle and genuine, you feel tiny little butterflies coming back to live in your stomach; the ones you thought you had skillfully managed to kill exactly four years ago, only for them to proof you wrong.

Heeseung's pretty lips are stretched into a kind smile, his perfect teeth on full display as his pretty eyes have turned into cute little half moons. Despite knowing him for so long, you can't remember a time where anything related to you was the reason for the infamous Lee Heeseung smile and you physically can't get yourself to be upset about it. The thought of being the reason for something you used to daydream about fueling the fire in your chest in ways you've never experienced it before.

Jungwon gently pulls away from you, places a soft kiss on your forehead and manages to gain your attention back before the two of you burst into another row of loud laughter and giggles only for your brother to intervene.

"Come here, big guy", Sunghoon laughs and opens his arms, only for Jungwon to welcome the sweet gesture with a big smile.

And as you watch the way the others finally make their way to the front door, surprise written all over their faces as soon as they spot your best friend, you turn your attention to a rather quiet and reserved Heeseung.

"Thank you so much", you say and nervously play with the rings on your fingers, your eyes meeting his and a feeling of longing overwhelms your chest as soon as he shakes his head with another gentle smile.

"No need to thank me", he replies clamly and runs a hand through his dark hair, "I just wanted to make sure you really know that I actually care about you and your feelings. See this as the second part of my apology."

In the past four years, Heeseung hasn't spoken that many words to you in total, let alone in one sentence, which is probably why the look of surprise on your face doesn't seem to faze him, as he's always been more than just self aware.

You don't really know what to say or do. The sound of his voice, his choice of words, the meaning behind them and the intensity with which your heart has been hammering against your rib cage way too overwhelming for your poor brain to produce anything beyond nonsense.

"Oh, and these are for you", he suddenly adds and hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, this time however deciding to avoid your gaze and this time you can't help the little chuckle falling past your lips.

"You still remember my favorites, huh? You're so charming when you don't wanna fight me", you joke and shoot him a grateful smile, pressing the bouquet close to your chest as you attentively observe Heeseung's body language.

Unfortunately your very first one-on-one moment is abruptly interrupted by a call of your name coming from the front door, which is when you realise where you two have been standing all this time.

The following hours are filled with a few rounds of the nice dinner Jongseong had helped you with, your favorite drinking games, way too much karaoke and just casual conversations.

And as the night goes on, you can't shake off the feeling of a certain gaze attentively watching you from across the room, yet every time you actually try to meet those eyes you've been dreaming about in secret, your brother's best friend casually shifts his attention away from you again, leaving you confused.

Unfortunately none of your guests give you the opportunity to start another conversation with Heeseung, each one of your attempts being interrupted by someone else and by the nth time you just give up, accepting your fate that maybe you're just not supposed to talk to him.

Different than you'd expected, your as well as your brother's friends do a great job keeping him away from you, as you pay a little more attention to your green haired coworker than some of your other guests, yet always finding yourself hoping to be interrupted.

It's not like Jiung's boring or annoying you, his company actually quite enjoyable and comfortable, which is why you feel so bad for being relieved by your best friend's sudden appearance every time you felt yourself tensing up from the slight awkwardness between the two of you.

You can tell from the way he's been following you around that Jiung's been trying to get a few proper moments with you and despite this being your initial intention as well, you simply can't get yourself to seek his single presence the way you do it with a certain someone else.

"So?" Jungwon suddenly says as he takes another bite from one of Yuna's cupcakes, his cheeks slightly flushed, hair messily falling into his handsome face and reminding you of all the times you guys used to sneak out to drink back in your high school days.

You know exactly what – or better said – who he's referring to; Won's never had a problem reading you like an open book after all and just as usual, you kind of hate him for this particular ability.

"He's cute", you mumble and skillfully manage to avoid his gaze by shifting your focus on the pile of dirty dishes in your sink, using the opportunity of your guests being distracted to clean up and save yourself from a bad surprise tomorrow.

"Girl, don't fucking play with me", Won replies and you can literally hear his eyes rolling into the back of his head, "he's been all over you all night. That man wants you."

You have absolutely no idea why, but for some reason you find yourself cringing at your best friend's observation and you're almost sure it's because you've noticed Jiung's rather obvious attempts of PDA, something you've never really minded, yet seem to be a little more uncomfortable than before.

There's a tiny voice in the back of your head telling you the exact reason for your sudden discomfort, yet you refuse to acknowledge your brother's best friend and his deathly glares being just that. You're over him and definitely not about to get into your head about misunderstood expressions again.

"Yeah, I know", you genuinely hope Jungwon doesn't notice your little pause and to your luck he's the worst lightweight to exist and has probably stopped producing proper thoughts hours ago.

"What are you waiting for then? Go get laid, he looks like the type to eat pussy. Isn't that what you're looking for in a man?"

"Yang fucking Jungwon!"

His words, as unhinged and shameless as they are, also happen to be nothing but the truth and yet again you find yourself cursing at yourself for being so honest with him.

"Having a screaming match without me? You're breaking my heart guys", Jiung suddenly says as he walks into your kitchen and plops down right in front of your best friend, reaching for one of the little desserts with a big smile.

You don't respond to his comment, laughing it off and secretly hoping for him to take his cupcake and leave you alone with your best friend again, only for it to be the exact opposite.

"Oh? I think Jong's calling me! See you guys!"

You don't even have enough time to properly process your best friend's sudden disappearance and as his words echo in your head, you can't help but swallow the sigh of annoyence bubbling up your throat. It's not like you mind being alone with your pretty faced coworker, but after spending most the night with him you can't help but feel a little fed up.

You hate yourself for thinking like this, especially since you know exactly it's because you read too much into the fee times you caught Heeseung staring at you or glaring at Jiung whenever he had his arm around your waist or over your shoulder, when it's probably only because Hoon's too tipsy to play the protective older brother.

"You look really fucking good tonight", Jiung suddenly says and it's the sudden raise in volume, which makes you reakise how close he's come to stand next to you.

"Thanks, Ji", you say calmly and are grateful for your ability to hide everything you're thinking and feeling behind a genuine smile.

"I actually had a really great time, you know? Your friends are fucking hilarious and your brother and his boys are way more fun than I thought." You can tell from the genuine expression in his pretty eyes how honest he's being and you can't help but feel happy about him enjoying his time with your favorite people. At the end of the day you definitely can't hide the attraction you feel towards him and maybe he'll be the one to finally get your mind off of a certain someone who's not only absolutely off limits but has no interest in you in basically any way.

"I'm really glad to hear that", you say and turn off the water, drying your hands as you turn your body to face your tall coworker, "am pretty sure they're too drunk to admit it but I can tell this might become a regular thing."

Jiung chuckles charmingly and nods, his hand suddenly finding it's way to the loose strand of hair falling out of your hair clip and with a soft smile you cock your head to the side and look at him attentively.

"Definitely wouldn't mind that. You've got a nice bunch there, really great company", he mumbles and gently caresses your cheek with the back of his finger, sending chills over your arms with the sudden contrast of his cold rings against your slightly heated skin.

However, as sweet and gentle as his touches are, you feel the urge to move away for some reason, mostly because you're definitely not really keen on someone walking in on you two so close together, especially since the chance of said someone being your brother or one of his best friends are way too high.

The tiny voice in the back of your head has started screaming at this point and you hate how much you're actually fighting it. There's no need to be so hesitant with Jiung. He's made his intentions quite clear with his behavior and despite his lack of interest in something serious, you're not necessarily turned off, but actually intrigued.

A beat of silence follows his words, the tension in the air turning so thick, you could practically cut through it with a knife if you tried and with a soft sigh you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and let him fake yet another step closer to you.

"Is this okay?" Jiung asks calmly and takes your face into his pretty hands, the gesture so sweet yet nowhere are those butterflies from earlier to be seen.

And as soon as you manage to push those doubts and thoughts aside, you nod in response to his question and even move a little further into his touch, only for the jarring sound of glass breaking into thousands of pieces to pull you back to reality.

With a soft gasp of surprise you quickly turn around, make your way into the direction the loud noise came from and feel waves of shock roll over you at the sight of Heeseung on his knees as he carefully picks up the little pieces of glass. 

"I'm so sorry", he quickly says, yet doesn't look at you and for some reason you can't help but wonder why he's decided to avoid your gaze again, "I got lost in my thoughts and it just slipped out of my hand."

His explanation is quick and simple, so you just shake your head and reassure him to make sure he knows you genuinely don't mind.

And as you help carefully kneel down to help your brother's best friend, Heeseung feels the rage and jealousy in his chest slowly calming down again, as well as the rationality finally returning to him, yet unfortunately way too late. If he could have only used his actual brain before letting his emotions take over, he wouldn't have made such a mess, yet a wave of relief quickly following everything as he reminds himself that you didn't actually kiss that pretty face.

He didn't mean to eavesdrop. Heeseung hadn't even seen Jiung enter the kitchen, actually assumed you were by yourself once Jungwon had walked into the living room, which is how he found himself listening in on your little conversation.

Never in a lifetime would he have forgiven himself for letting it happen right then and there. You might not actually be his but he'd be dammed if he made himself go through the agony of watching you with someone else. He's had to put up with that baristas little shit show all night, he was sure as hell not going to let him win this round as well.

Was the damage avoidable? Definitely. Was it necessary? Absolutely fucking yes.

Heeseung can tell from the worry in your voice how you don't even seem angry or annoyed for your kiss to be ruined and he absolutely hates himself for being so excited about it.

He's very well aware of how wishful and delusional his thoughts had become, yet there's a part of him which is convinced your sudden lack of interest in your new coworker was actually because of him.

"As long as you didn't hurt yourself", you say quickly and finally manage to lock gazes with him, yet instantly regretting it as you're met with nothing but rage and an expression you had never seen in his eyes before.

Maybe you're too tired or tipsier than you thought, yet you can't help but wonder what's going on behind those pretty eyes.

"That guy's up to no good", Heeseung suddenly mumbles and takes the last pieces of glass carefully into his palm, back to skilfully avoiding your gaze and at first his words overwhelm you, but are quickly echoing in your brain with intensity you actually feel yourself getting lightheaded .

"Pardon?"

You can't get yourself to vide your shock about his comment, a tiny wave of snger breaking down on you at the thought of Heeseung actually saying something like this to you.

"You heard what I said, princess", he grunts and basically jumps onto his feet, doesn't even give you enough time to comprehend his use of an actual pet name for you, "be careful with him. You deserve and definitely should do better than him."

You open your mouth in an attempt to actually respond to him, yet fail miserably as you close it again without uttering a single word; apparently Heeseung wasn't planning on listening anyway as he shoots you one last warning glare and throws the broken pieces of glass into the little trash bin in your hallways before he makes his way to your front door and actually leaves without looking back.

And as you remain in your position on the floor, tiny pieces of shattered glass in your hands and your brows furrowed in absolute confusion, you struggle to actually comprehend what had just happened. Because what the fuck actualy just happened? And why did it manage it to revive those fucking butterflies yet again?

(A/N: i feel like it's way more boring than i wanted it to be so pls lmk what you guys think. too tired to write more so pls know i love and appreciate all of you, sending kisses to everyone. also this chap was inspired by the one scene in twisted games, ifykyk lmao feedback and reblogs are appreciated babies 🧸🩷)

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pairing: enha hyung line × fem!reader

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Same Old Joker (+18)

Pairing: Joker! Sunghoon x Harley Quinn! fem! Reader

Genre: DC au, smut, action, angst if you squint.

Warnings: basically joker and harley quinn personalities and dynamics, mentions of alcohol, sex, smoking, violence, some scenes are adapted from the suicide squad film to fit the plotline, unprotected sex, choking, light pet play, light knife play (the knife pierces the skin but no blood is mentioned), biting, marking, creampie, usage of pet names (angel, doll, puppy, queen, princess), possessive sunghoon, I think that’s it but lmk if I missed anything or made a mistake. Please do not keep reading if you are a minor or are uncomfortable with any of these things. The following story is a work of fiction that in no way is meant to represent the idol's actual behavior, and it is written purely for entertainment purposes.

I do not consent to the translation, publication on other platforms, editing, or use of my writing for purposes other than personal reading!!!

Word Count: 5607

A/N: This is a repost of the Joker Sunghoon fic I posted a while ago because I accidentally deleted it 😅

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Gunshots echoed behind you loud and clear, just like the cackles of your boyfriend and your own. Car chases were always thrilling and fun, especially when you were the one being chased. Heart racing in your chest, wind so strong it stings your skin, and not knowing if by the end of this you’d be free to roam around another day, or behind bars. Oh the consequences of robbing a bank. Such an insignificant little crime -or at least to you two- and so much trouble just to get you in handcuffs.

It seemed like eight cop cars weren’t even close to enough when you noticed a helicopter above you, shining down it’s spotlight on the convertible car you two were currently riding. You looked up and basked in the bright light, feeling like the star of your own show. Waving at the cops above, you enjoyed watching their frantic state. That feeling that chaos had been unleashed satisfying the devil on your shoulder.

One of the bullets being fired managed to graze your forearm and you gasped at the sudden feeling of pain. Bringing your hand back down and inspecting the wound with a displeased huff you frowned. Sunghoon wasn’t happy about this, (furious seems more like the correct word for it) not hesitating to get up from his seat with a growl and letting you take hold of the wheel while he fired a rifle at the multiple police officers.

When he ran out of bullets, he sat back down on the passenger seat where you’d previously been and ghosted his fingers over the blood seeping from the wound in your arm in observance. “My pretty doll’s been hurt,” He cooed, anger still evident in his voice. “So you choose, should I blow them up, or do you want to do the honors?”

He looked at you with that crazy look in his eyes that you loved so much, and knew that he was practically itching to get some revenge over a petty little scratch. Looking away from the road for a second to lovingly caress his cheek, you spoke up with a smirk and a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Go on Puddin,’ I know you’re just dying to get some blood on your hands.”

His smile widened and he licked his lips in anticipation, now even more excited for what was about to happen. He leant over to the backseat, grabbing a bazooka and aiming it towards the police cars. You watched through the rearview mirror how the cars had wavered first, then were thrown into the air as the small rocket exploded.

Chunks of metal flying around in the bright orange flames and the cloud of smoke. Four of the eight cars were down, now you had to deal with the other half and the helicopter. A hook attached to a chain was sent down from the large aircraft, clasping onto the back of your car. Both of you looked back and let out a huff of annoyance.

“Angel, would you be a dear and get rid of that for me?” Sunghoon asked in a sweet tone. You gave him a smile as you giggled, happy to do anything he’d ask of you. So you climbed out of the driver’s seat and crawled to the back as your boyfriend took the wheel. You sat cross-legged on the trunk as you observed the thick chain, then smiled to yourself once you thought of an idea.

As you hummed a melody out of boredom, you unhooked the chain and climbed up all the way to the top where the police were. They fired shots at you, but missed every time as you twisted and turned your body to avoid all bullets. Once you were on the helicopter, you took notice of the five men dressed in military bulletproof uniforms, all pointing guns in your directions. “What? Not happy to see me?” You pouted in fake disappointment.

The men looked at each other confused as you stood there, then when you saw from the corner of your eye how one of them was beginning to lower his guard -be it on purpose or by accident- you struck. Fighting was like dancing to you, moving expertly to the melody you kept humming. It was funny how every time they tried to cause you any damage you managed to turn it against them. No matter how hard they tried, you were always at least two steps ahead. “This was too easy,” You sigh as you put your hands on your waist to observe the four unconscious soldiers.

“Now it’s just you and me,” You smiled as you walked over to the pilot, fear evident in his face. “Oh now don’t be scared handsome, I just wanna play,” You cooed, sitting on his lap. The man struggled in his seat, tied down by the seatbelt and handcuffed to a pipe above him. “Oo what’s this button do?” You laughed as you pressed the self-destruct button. It started beeping and a warning alarm went off, making you stand up in fake shock. “Oops, my bad.”

You walked away listening to the man’s pleas and screams for help. Oh how you enjoyed listening to their last moments. Begs of mercy and yells for anyone to save them, it was amusing to you how people showed their true colors when faced with death. If it were up to you, you would’ve stayed listening to the song his cries had made in your head, but the helicopter was ten seconds away from blowing itself up.

Jumping down from the aircraft, you relished in the feeling of your body in the air, your heart practically dropping to your stomach as you braced yourself for the fall. As predicted, you landed in the arms of your lover, happily staring down at you with a proud grin. “That’s my girl.”

No one was at the steering wheel but neither of you cared for the moment. Quickly, he placed you down on the passenger seat, letting you free yourself of his hold. He stepped harder onto the accelerator, going much faster than before as to get away from the helicopter that was falling towards the remaining cop cars. And just a few seconds later, you two were cackling as you drove away from the massive explosion. Just a regular Tuesday afternoon for you.

Sunghoon pulled into the driveway of the large house you currently resided in. A mansion indeed, but truly neither of you cared for it very much, only living in it because it had enough space for all of your… souvenirs.

Neither of you was ever in it for the riches, no. You liked watching the world burn.

“Now, what should we do with all this money?” Sunghoon spoke as he tossed the large duffel bags onto the floor. Then he walked over you and placed a finger under your chin, tilting it upwards to make you face him. “Should I buy a new diamond studded collar for my puppy?”  He asked in a low voice, moving his hand down to play with the tag on the spiked collar around your neck. Your name engraved on it.

You brought a hand up to his painted face, resting it on his cheek with a playful smile displayed on your lips. He leaned into your touch, feeling as it trailed from his skin up to his messy green hair. As you were about to speak, a voice interrupted. “How about a new cleaning crew?” Both of you looked over at the guy; annoyance on Sunghoon’s face and yours showing nothing but a smirk.

Jake has lived with you two for several years now, he had been your boyfriend’s best friend for as long as they could remember. It didn’t take long for you to get close to him too, he was naturally charming and had a warm heart, plus he was basically Sunghoon’s right hand man, so of course you had to get used to him being around eventually. Now, being besties with both of you brought its luxuries, but it also had its cons. One of the biggest cons being the fact that you and your boyfriend had a high sex drive and would fuck at any given chance.

“Seriously, have you seen this place?” Jake went on, “There’s questionable stuff everywhere and not to mention you’ve broken countless pieces of furniture. The maids are tired of cleaning after you two kinky shits, and they’d quit if they weren’t so scared of you.”

Sunghoon laughed as he wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you closer, pressing your body against his. “Not my fault my puppy’s just so-” “Ok, don’t finish that sentence, I’m gonna leave now and bury myself under a mountain of pillows to see if that at least muffles your sounds a little. You know, you should consider making this place soundproof,” Jake rambled on as he left the room.

You two laughed as you saw your friend leave. “Now where were we beautiful?” He smiled down at you with a dark glint in his eyes, one that was very familiar, and you never had complaints about.

~~~

The next morning you woke up next to your boyfriend, legs tangled and sheets barely covering your bare bodies. You sat up and pressed a kiss on his neck, giggling when you realized he started waking up. “Mornin’ Puddin’,” You beamed.

He looked up at you between his lashes and smiled. His face was now at an absence of the paint he sported on your ‘outings,’ and instead his pale skin was on display. “You’re up quite hyper today,” He yawned as he sat up. “You promised me a date today since yesterday ended up as another heist,” You reminded him of his words from the previous night. Sunghoon let out a breathy laugh at your enthusiasm, then looked over at the clock to see it was already three in the afternoon. “Alright, get dressed, I’m taking you to a nice place.” You smiled in satisfaction before leaning in to press a chaste kiss on his cheek, then got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get yourself all dolled up for your date.

Soon enough, you two were in your car, your boyfriend driving you to your destination. He made no effort to drive at the speed limit or respect the traffic lights, but you were used to it. It was more fun like this anyways. Both of you letting out a cackle when he ran past a red light and caused a car to crash into a truck. Perfect start to your date.

You arrived at a club, one you hadn’t been to before, and you observed the place as you got out of the car. “The Harlequin’s Cage,” You read out loud as you looked up at the bright sign. “My club,” Sunghoon spoke as he snuck an arm around your waist and pulled you close to his side. “Today’s the grand opening,” He spoke as he lead you inside.

The club was basically a carnival fun house with alcohol and strippers, but you felt comfortable here. It was very on brand for your boyfriend, taking note of the splashes of green and purple here and there. “Like it?” He almost yelled due to the loud music booming throughout the place. “It’s perfect Puddin’!”

He smiled down at you as he lead you through the crowd, waving at those he knew and scowling at those he didn’t want there. You made it to the back, a secluded lounge of white leather couches and glass coffee tables separated from the rest of the club by a curtain of golden beads. He sat down and brought you with him, placing you on his lap possessively after having noticed the many eyes on you.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a joint, snapping his fingers to get someone to light it for him. You stared at the light blunt between his fingers with excitement, and when you were about to snatch it from his hold, he pulled it back with a smirk, “Be patient, angel.” He brought it up to his lips and took a long drag from it, then used his other hand to grab your jaw and pull you closer. Realizing what he was aiming to do, you parted your mouth when he placed his thumb on your lower lip. Connecting your lips he blew out the smoke into your mouth, and let it escape on it’s own as you kissed.

Just as he pulled away, smirking as he felt you chase his lips, Jake walked in and cleared his throat. “Uh, boss?” Sunghoon groaned and rolled his eyes at his best friend, “What?” He snapped. “Sorry to interrupt but, there’s someone here who wants to see you.” The green haired man looked over to you with an annoyed look on his face, “Go have some fun, this won’t take too long, okay angel?” You glanced over at Jake, silently cursing him for having interrupted the moment before you left a kiss on your boyfriend’s lips and walked away.

Almost as soon as you left, a man walked into the lounge, he was dressed in a leather jacket and was covered in tattoos, Sunghoon’s first thought was that he was an amateur in deals, some new guy who wants to impress him. He didn’t care one bit though and decided to keep his eyes on you instead.

“We finally meet,” The man spoke, sticking his hand out towards the Joker. “Nah he don’t shake hands,” Jake dismissed, “Sit down and have a drink.” The man did as told, and calmly sat down on the couch in front of Sunghoon. “Hey J,” He called out to get his attention, “I wanted to come by and personally say thank you.  You’re making me good money, making you good money-” Sunghoon scoffed, and finally turned to look at him, “Are you sweet talking me?” He mocked with a dark laugh.

The man stared at him in confusion, and took off his sunglasses to get a better look at the pale man in front of him. Clearly, Sunghoon was amused, “I love this guy,” he snickers, “He’s so intense!” A few cheers were heard from the dance floor, and caught the tattooed man’s attention, spotting you on the dance floor moving freely. “Mm, you’re a lucky man. You’ve got a bad bitch,” He said as he gawked at you shamelessly.

Sunghoon’s expression darkened as he kept his eyes on the man, and Jake new that the janitor would be cleaning blood from the couch today just from one glance. The green haired man pointed at you with a certain look that showed that he was holding back anger and jealousy. “Oh that she is,” He mused as he stood up, “The fire in my loins- The one, the only, the infamous (___)!” He shouted.

With one whistle of his, you were making your way towards him. Sunghoon could tell how the man had suddenly grown uncomfortable as he downed his drink, but that just made things more fun. “Oh come to Daddy,” He chuckled as he watched you go over the couch. “Puddin’,” You smiled, then laughed as you realized that there was someone else there. “Listen, you are my gift to this handsome big shot!” Sunghoon mocked, his blood boiling at how the man was checking you out, “You belong to him now.” Oh how he hated how those words felt in his mouth.

With a playful look you went and sat on the man’s lap, “You’re cute,” You voiced your thoughts, not noticing how Sunghoon was pacing behind you. You brought a hand up from his arm up to his jaw, tilting his head towards you, “You want me? I’m all yours.” The man turned to your boyfriend and saw how he was breathing heavily with an angered expression. “I don’t want no beef.”

Sunghoon scoffed, “You don’t want no beef?” He quoted, repeating the same words over and over like an echo, each time sounding more and more angry. You noticed how the man became tense and was nearly trying to push you off his lap. “Why? What’s wrong? You don’t like me? Fine, don’t waste my time then.” You got off of the  man’s lap and went to sit on the couch behind your boyfriend, watching with a smirk as the scene unfolded.

“This is your lady,” The man said. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and got closer to him, sitting next to him on the couch, “Look, are you enjoying yourself?” The man furrowed his brows and shook his head, “No, that’s your lady, Joker.” Sunghoon laughed darkly, “That’s right,” he nodded as he ran his hands through his gelled hair. Standing up abruptly and pulling out his gun, he pointed at the man who now showed nothing but fear and panic, “No! J!” Poor choice of last words really. He should’ve thought of something more creative or original, you thought. The sound of the gunshot bounced off the walls, but you remained unfazed.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Sunghoon tucked the gun back into its holster and sat down, pulling you onto his lap for you to straddle him. He leaned in and ghosted his lips over yours, “Your mine, only mine. You got that?” You pressed your lips against his needily, “Only yours.”

Everything was going perfectly- you two had a few drinks, danced for a while, smoked a couple of joints, and even made out a little on the couches simply because you felt like it and didn’t care if others saw. All great until the lights went out in the entire club, screams as well as grunts and wails of pain replacing the music.

Sunghoon felt you leave his side and heard you calling out for him, but he couldn’t see a thing. In his fit of rage he pulled out two guns from his suit jacket and began shooting aimlessly. By the time the lights had gone back on, you were gone and half the people in the club were either dead or injured.

He looked over at his guards, fuming in anger, his previously neat hair now a complete mess from him having been tugging at it in desperation. “Where is she?” He asked in ragged breaths, the paint on his face starting to crack due to his angered expressions and the amount of times his hands had dragged themselves on it. When he received no answer he shouted the same question, even more furious now. Once again there was nothing but silence, so he shot the guards, feeling they deserved it for not doing their job. “Useless,” He growled.

Sunghoon looked over at the remaining people in his club and ran his fingers through his hair as an attempt to calm down. “Anyone have any idea where she might’ve gone?” Silence. “No?” He chuckled dryly, “Then get out before I blow this place up!” Even watching people scurry away in panic didn’t bring him a drop of joy. All he wanted was you.

“Hey! What the hell?! You’re ruining date night!” You shouted as your hands were being cuffed by none other than Batman himself. “Hm, kinky,” You laughed as you felt the cold metal against your wrists. He remained silent as he dragged you around and got you inside his overly expensive car, only letting out a frustrated huff every now and then. “Do you ever shut up?” He spat clearly annoyed, making you let out a laugh. “Only if you ask nicely,” You cooed. Claiming there was no other choice, but truly doing it for his own benefit, he knocked you out, letting out a pleased sigh at the silence. He tossed your body onto the backseat and made his way to the front, setting course to his destination.

“Master Jay, do you really think this is a good idea?” His butler, Heeseung, asked as he helped the Bat move your body onto the alley floor.  “With his queen imprisoned, the Joker has no choice but to go find her. We use her as bait.” Soon enough, the two men were gone, and the police had arrived in their place. “We got her,” Spoke Commissioner Yang Jungwon into his walkie talkie. “Kim, Nishimura, get her into the car. And sedate her just in case,” He instructed the other policemen, watching as they picked up your still unconscious body and placed it in the cop car.

When you woke up, you drowsily looked around the place, trying to figure out where you had been taken. Orange uniform, steel gate -most likely electrified- surrounding you, boring yet sturdy grey concrete walls, and a guard at every corner. Great, you’re in high security prison. How fun, you thought sarcastically.

“Excuse me?! Hello?!” You yelled as you faced the camera, waving your arms up to get the attention of whoever was watching, “I’m bored! What’s a girl gotta do to be entertained around here?!” You let out a huff of disappointment upon receiving no response, then remembered there was men all around you. “Anyone here wanna play?” You asked, faking a look of innocence.

No one answered, so you moved carefully towards the steel bars, sticking out an arm to poke at a guard’s shoulder. Startled, he flinched and swallowed thickly. “What’s your name?” You asked, batting your lashes. “Not gonna answer?” You pouted in mock sadness.

Despite the looks his colleagues gave him, the security guard turned to face you, earning a smile from you. “You gonna let me out?” The man laughed incredulously, “Sweetheart, you’re not leaving this cell,” He spoke.

You rolled your eyes at his words, “Not true, my Puddin’s coming for me, you’ll see, I’m gettin’ outta here soon.” He laughed again, this time more like he was mocking you. “You’ve been here for a week gorgeous, ain’t no one gonna come get you.”

That’s when your face dropped, you took a few steps back until you dropped to the floor, sitting with your legs crossed in thought. “H-he’s just runnin’ a bit late,” You spoke, the tone in your voice indicating that you were trying to convince yourself more than the guard.

More days passed, and there were no signs of your boyfriend coming to get you. You’d been visited by multiple guards, doctors, and even the Bat himself, and they all told you the same thing. At one point you started to believe them, giving up on trying to understand why you were still there and not in your lover’s arms.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon had been at your home, laying on the ground and looking up at the ceiling, a circle of any form of sharp object from a kitchen knife to a spear surrounding him. The look on his face read nothing other than emptiness as he mumbled out incoherent words and laughing to himself once in a while. He was going insane -more than he already was- without you.

It had been four weeks since you were gone. Four weeks of not having you at his side. Four weeks without his queen. There was no news about your whereabouts, and no matter how much he searched, he found nothing. Until Jake ran into the room panting, “They found her! She’s in the Belle Reve Prison!”

Sunghoon’s eyes flicked in Jake’s direction once the words left his friend’s lips, and he smirked to himself. “Get everything ready,” He instructed. “Are you okay, man?” Jake asked carefully, slightly fearful of the state his best friend was in.

Sunghoon said nothing as his gaze turned back to the ceiling, his smirk widening as he broke out into laughter. It kept intensifying until it turned into maniacal cackles, curling himself into a ball as he gripped and tugged harshly at his green hair. Feet kicking and arms flailing around he eventually pulled himself together and sat up, looking into Jake’s wide eyes. “Looks like my puppy’s coming back home.”

~~~

Another boring day, you thought as you swung around on your sheets that had been tied to the ceiling bars. After many tries it seemed like your only source of entertainment were the demons in your head and the fabric you were supposed to cover yourself with when sleeping. You twisted and turned on the fabric, trying to get rid of the memories of you and Sunghoon. He wasn’t coming to get you, so it seemed like they served you no purpose anymore.

That was until the wall suddenly exploded and several men in black military suits walked in, all carrying machine guns in their gloved hands. You unraveled yourself from the fabric and landed carefully on the ground as you watched them take out the guards. One of the men stepped forward and practically destroyed the lock with an electric saw.

Confused, you took a few steps back when he walked into your cell, then he raised his hands to his helmet and pulled it off his head. “Puddin’!” You gasped and ran up to him, wrapping your arms around his broad frame as soon as he was close. Sunghoon reciprocated your actions and held you in his embrace as tight as he could. “Let’s go home,” He said as he looked down at your smiling face.

All those thoughts of Sunghoon not caring about you, not wanting you, vanished once you were back the safety of your home. He let out a breath of relief once you stepped into your bedroom, happy that you were back. You threw your arms around his shoulders and stood on your toes, a playful smile on your lips. “Took you long enough.”

Wordlessly, he leaned down to press his lips to yours in a hungry and messy kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip almost immediately. He wanted -no, needed to feel you as close to him as possible. He had to prove to himself that you were actually there.

Wasting no time, Sunghoon picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards the bed. Even in his needy state he was always gentle with you, treating you like you were made of porcelain.

Your back made contact with the mattress and you gasped into the kiss when you felt him start grinding his growing hard-on onto your core. “What’s made you this needy so quickly?” You tease with a giggle as he buried his face in your neck to start marking you, leaving behind purple marks and smudged paint. “You’re just so perfect angel,” He spoke next to your ear, nibbling on the end of it. “So perfect, and all mine,” He said as he sat up to help you take off your white top and threw it somewhere on the floor.

“My puppy… my doll… my queen,” He said as he littered kisses between each word. “Mine,” He growled, biting onto the skin of your collarbone. The combination of him still pressing himself onto you, his fangs digging into your skin, and his words caused you to let out a breathy moan. He was usually possessive with you, but this time it was different. It was like he wanted even the wind to know who you belonged to.

His kisses trailed down your tummy towards the orange jumpsuit tied around your waist, and it didn’t take long for it and every other item of clothing covering your bodies to end up somewhere on the floor. Of course, he didn’t forget that he’d bought you that diamond studded collar he mentioned a while ago. So he clipped it around your neck, loving the sight of the silver tag with the words ‘Property of the Joker’ engraved on it resting between your collarbones. You were his puppy after all.

Unlike other times, his thrusts were slow -rough- but slow, making sure you felt every inch of him inside you. With his deep and harsh strokes he had you seeing stars and moaning out his name like a chant in no time. He loved all the pretty noises you made for him, and how you left scratches on his back and arms from how good he was making you feel.

“Who do you belong to?” He grunted into your ear as he kept hitting your g-spot and sped up. “Y-you.” It was hard not to stutter when he was ramming into you the way he was. “That’s right,” he panted, “Such a good girl for me. My good girl.”

Then a thought occurred in his mind when he glanced over to the nightstand and noticed a small dagger. His thrusts slowed down as he picked it up and observed it, then he looked down at you with a smirk. “You know your safe word,” He said sweetly before picking up his pace by a little, trying to keep you stable as best as he could as he brought the blade to your hip.

A sob escaped your lips as you felt the sharp object pierce your skin, but your mind was too fuzzy to even form a coherent thought. You had a feeling about what he was doing, and you didn’t want him to stop, not when you were so close to your release.

He smiled in satisfaction as he saw his initials engraved into your skin, tossing the dagger to the floor. Leaning down next to your ear, and picking up his pace by a lot, now thrusting into you as quickly and harshly as he could, he whispered, “Now you’re mine forever doll.”

Your eyes rolled back from the combination of his words, his rough movements, and his lips sucking on your tits. “Close?” He taunted, looking up at you through his lashes when he felt you clench around him, groaning at the sight. Head thrown back, upper body covered in hickeys, bites and white paint that had rubbed off of his face, and back arching off the bed. You couldn’t form a single word from how good he was fucking you, only managing to nod in response. Not happy with your lack of words, he wrapped a hand around your neck, adding the pressure to snap you out of your daze. “Use your words angel.” “S-so close.”

He snickered, loving the way he could get you so dick drunk with such ease. “Go on then, be a good little puppy and cum for me.” A few more harsh thrusts and your legs were shaking, as you reached your climax, white liquid spiling from your cunt. Oh how he loved feeling how you shook beneath him, the fucked-out look on your face spurring him on until he came inside you.

Sunghoon kissed you through his release, a breathy moan escaping his lips and being muffled by your own. He rested his forehead against yours as both of you panted, leaving gentle kisses all over your face as he pulled out. It was unusual for him to be acting so soft, but you couldn’t bring yourself to complain because you liked this new side of him.

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You woke up to the feeling of the cold morning wind brushing against your naked body, snuggling closer to your boyfriend’s bare chest. He seemed to still be asleep, but even half-unconscious he pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your hair. If it were up to you, you’d chose to stay like this forever. In his arms where you felt safe and loved.

“You’re awake?” He asked groggily, eyes still closed but a smirk on his lips. He knew you had been staring at his face for a while, observing everything from his fluffy green hair and long lashes to his beauty marks and rosy lips. He looked good with a painted face, but you loved seeing his bare skin even more. “Is my angel bored?”

“I’m curious,” You spoke, hearing a hum from him as a sign to keep speaking, “This past month that I was gone, did you miss me?” His eyes opened upon your question, a look of confusion on his face. “The guards, doctors, even Batsy… they all said you wouldn’t come get me- that you didn’t care if I made it out of there dead or alive. That you were the king of Gotham regardless if I was by your side or not.”

Sunghoon pulled you closer until you were practically on top of him, hugging your body as he ran a hand through your hair. “You have no idea how worried I was,” He spoke in almost a whisper, “I went mad, killing everyone and everything in sight because I was angry at the Bat and myself because I wasn’t able to protect you. I was scared, and I missed you more than anything,” He paused to take a breath, “A king is nothing without his queen.”

You looked up at him with glossy eyes, feeling emotional from his words. “I love you.” Your voice was a mere whisper, but he heard it, and smiled when he felt you leave a kiss on the skin of his neck. It was the first time you’d said those words to him, and he never felt happier. He leaned down and pressed a loving kiss onto your forehead. “I love you more, and the next person who lays a hand on you gets killed. I promise.” You chuckled at his words. Even in his softest and most vulnerable moments, he was still the same old Joker.

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