Don't Let Him Out Tonight - Lsm

don't let him out tonight - lsm

Falling for a mafia captain could cost your career as a university instructor and future criminal lawyer. But you couldn't resist Lee Seokmin, especially when he's on his knees, ready to worship you. Yet, some truths keep you two apart, secrets to uncover amidst a tangled web. You have no choice but to plead with him, hoping he won't do something that could shatter both your worlds.

• mafia!lee seokmin x f reader

• angst & smut (mdni!)

• words: 10k

general tags: mafia!seokmin, law student & university instructor!reader, heavy angst, smut, harassment, unwanted advances by a stranger, mommy and daddy issues, kidnapping, blood, betrayal, situationship, bad reputation, reader is shorter than seokmin, short skirts and dresses, nightclubs, violence, guns, gangs, alcohol, intoxication, poison, face slapping, implied ptsd, framed convicts, scams, tending to bruises, pet names like babe and baby (smut warnings below the cut)

smut warnings: dom!seokmin, pussy drunk!seokmin, cock drunk!reader, reader is mentioned to have tits, big dick seokmin because that man is big everywhere, drunk sex, grinding, thigh riding, voyeurism, public oral sex, blowjob, cum swallowing, clit stimulation, fingering, p in v sex, car sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe pls), orgasm denial, lots and lots of begging

[a/n] inspired by sabrina's please please please. read all the tags before proceeding! send an ask for hard thoughts!<33

Everyone warned you about him. Your mother, your friends, even the neighborhood pastor. Even if his face wasn't in the news, people could tell something wasn't right as soon as they saw him. If there was a list of people you should never be involved with, his name was on top, underlined, and written in blood. The caporegimes, the mafia captain in your district, Lee Seokmin.

Cold air brushed against your legs as you waited in the university parking lot. It was already getting dark so you had to squint, trying to spot your boyfriend's car. You almost regretted wearing a short skirt, but you wanted to see his reaction more than anything. Your conversation almost half an hour ago kept repeating in your head like a broken record.

"I don't care about what people say, y/n," Seokmin said through the phone.

"I do. I'm fine with waiting outside."

"But it's cold."

"I said I'm fine. You know I don't like repeating myself," you argued with him on the phone. It had only been a month since you started dating and you were already subject to looks of concern and gossip amongst your coworkers and students. Having Seokmin pick you up at the entrance would only make things worse, so you insisted on meeting him in the parking lot.

He had arrived moments later in his car. The man stepped out, the chains around his neck catching the lights from the lamppost. His broad shoulders were clad in a black leather jacket. His hair was styled up. He looked ravishing.

"I told you to wait inside." Seokmin was clenching his jaw, disappointment lacing his tone. He walked towards you, removing his jacket to wrap around your shoulders. You kissed his cheek as he did so.

"I'm not that cold, I promise."

"I don't believe you, baby." He looked down on you and toyed with the hem of your short skirt. Before you could say anything, he placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

He was dangerous. His eyes were dark, layered with years of experience in the underground scene, filled with the knowledge of the inner workings of organized crimes. You knew he had blood in his hands, yet some sick monster inside you took pride in the idea that it was you he called baby. It was you he took out on dates.

The inside of Seokmin's car smelled like him. Rich cedarwood, giving a sensual woodsy scent. As soon as you settled in the passenger seat, he placed a long coat on your lap, keeping your legs and feet warm. Who knew the cold, brutal Lee Seokmin would be such a gentleman?

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Several months ago, your friend Gyuri had dragged you out to celebrate surviving finals. It was your third year at law school and you both needed a little breather. Gyuri was an expert at it. She knew how to get wasted even under so much pressure. You couldn't afford her lifestyle though, because you had to balance studying law and teaching at a different university. But that night, you had let her choose a short dress for you before she dragged you into an infamous nightclub.

“Come on, it's not like your grandmother will see you shaking ass here.” Gyuri teased with a laugh, merging with the crowd.

Ten minutes under the bright lights and she was nowhere to be found. Gyuri was right; your grandma wasn't on the dance floor. It was a crowd of students. And—just because fate decided to fuck with you tonight—it was your students.

You accidentally made eye contact with one of them. She was a freshman. Her mouth formed a comical letter o, looking at you up and down. She nudged her friend, more familiar young faces turned to you in horror.

'What the hell were they doing here?'

They grimaced as if they were caught by their parents. The awkward encounter had you backing up into the deepest corner of the nightclub, hiding from sight. You sat alone by the bar, praying you wouldn't see another one of your students. 

You let your eyes roam around the dancing crowd in search of Gyuri. Your gaze landed on the table across from you. It was surrounded by heavy-muscled men deep in conversation. But it was the man in a black suit that got your attention. He was looking straight at you as the others talked animatedly. Everything about his features was sharp: his nose, his jawline, his cheekbones, and his gaze.

At that moment you become hyper-aware of the conversations of the other people around you. The staff and clubgoers were talking about the man. A bartender had referred to him as "the captain," and this captain sounded like a really big deal. He owned the nightclub, the gambling dens around the district, and several hotels.

‘Better not mess around with a guy like that,’ you thought, more amused than scared.

A few hours into the night and a mix of alcohol in your system, you still couldn't see your friend. When you tried to order another drink, an old man suddenly offered some amber liquid in a crystal glass. He was old enough to be someone's grandfather. His voice was already hoarse from drinking. The sirens in your head went off in an instant. You had kindly refused but he had insisted again and again.

"I said no." You shifted in your seat, ready to stand and run away if you needed to.

"Just take the gla—" He faltered, swayed, and collapsed on the floor with a thud.

The drink in his hand arced into the air before landing on your feet in a splash. It pooled on the floor. You stood up in shock, hissing at the chill of the drink on your skin. You looked down at the old man. Was he dead? The brutes who sat at the table across from you dragged him out and disappeared in the shadows.

Unbeknownst to you, the captain had raised his left eyebrow to the bartender, a sign to spike the creepy man's drink with poison. The bartender obeyed and played dumb as soon as the old guy hit the ground.

Heading for the back exit, you winced in each step. You could almost hear the squelch and squeak in your soles if it wasn't for the loud bass. The liquor that splashed onto your feet was a sensory nightmare. Clutching your phone, you tried to call Gyuri. You had reached the parking lot when you felt a presence behind you.

"I'm sorry for your shoes."

It was the captain in the black suit. He walked towards you, his chiseled face becoming more prominent as he moved closer.

He continued, "I should have considered his distance before giving the signal."

"Who are you and what are you talking about?"

He stopped in front of you, looking down at your face, examining your features. Your knees grew weaker at the proximity but you didn't miss the movement of his arm. He reached inside his suit jacket. You took three steps back, thinking he was going to pull out a gun.

He chuckled at your reaction and brought out a white handkerchief instead. "Relax, I'm not here to hurt you. Come here."

He went down on his knees and your heart lodged in your throat. Why the hell was this man kneeling in a nightclub's parking lot? He looked up at you, and God, he looked like heaven on Earth. His eyelashes were long, fluttering so sweetly.

"I'm Seokmin."

You gasped when he brought the handkerchief to your ankle, right where the alcohol had splashed. He wiped it gently, running the fabric across your shoes and moving to the other one. You stared at him, the captain—Seokmin—wiped every single drop of liquor from your feet like a devoted servant.

It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen. He looked at you now and then, waiting for a reaction. You gave him your name and urged him to continue. His hands dragged towards the back of your knees, wiping the last stray drops. He looked so perfect kneeling underneath you that you could already feel the wetness between your legs.

"May I offer you a ride home?"

"What happened to that old man? Is he dead?"

Seokmin stood up. "What happens to assholes who cause trouble in my club shouldn't concern you," he says, flattening the crease in his suit. He continued, "You didn't answer my question. May I offer you a ride?"

It was at that moment when the gears in your head stopped turning. The drive to your apartment was a blur of city lights and a cold night breeze. You've never been with a guy this shady, this hot, and this good at manhandling you.

The clash of teeth and tongue turned your brain into a puddle. As soon as the lock of your bedroom door clicked, he had you against the wall, veiny hands gripping your thighs as he explored your mouth with his tongue. The sensation was entirely new and yet his body felt so perfect against you.  

“Is this okay?” Seokmin asked as he raked his hand up and down your legs.

“God, yes,” you said, already out of breath.

He nudged your legs apart, putting his thigh in between. Moans escaped your mouth when the fabric of his trousers made contact with your soaked underwear. He grunted against your lips every time you let out a squeal. Your arousal pooled even more when he ran his lips on the side of your neck, drinking in your scent.

Seokmin held your hips as you grind on his thigh. His fingers were steady and demanding. He knew what he wanted. You wrapped your arms around his neck, words coiling at your throat. 

He sucked in a sharp breath. "That's it, go on, fuck yourself on my thigh."

And you did. You bucked your hips faster, the delicious drag of fabric against your clit pushed you to the edge and you came with a loud whine. Your breaths came in short gasps as he guided you through your orgasm. Before you tried to hide your face, he was already kissing you again, wet and sinful.

He chuckled. "I haven't even started having my way with you."

He dragged you to the bed and undressed you with ease. You laid on your back, completely at his mercy. There was something so beautiful being underneath, powerless, ready to take what he decided to give you. Seokmin was the epitome of control, you can see it in his eyes as he looked down on you. He trailed his lips on the inside of your legs, gently nipping at the skin. He moved up to your torso, sucking on your tits, the sounds were so wet and lewd it made your cheeks flush. Seokmin squeezed and pulled your nipple with his fingers, coaxing moans from you. His hands were warm. Everything about him was steady, a direct opposite to your sensitive, shaking body.

After making sure every single part of you was trembling with need, he pulled out his thick, veiny cock and rolled a condom on it. He teased your dripping pussy, rubbing his length along your folds but not fucking you where you needed him to.

"God just put it in already. Fuck me," you whined. You couldn't recognize your voice with how needy it sounded.

He tuts and grinned, his eyes were dark. Evil. "That's not how you beg." He dragged his dick on your clit and rubbed faster.

"Please! Please fuck me. Ah— I need you. I wanna feel your cock in me." Tears welled up and escaped from your eyes. Your throat was straining from agony. A loud moan escaped from you when he pushed into your hole with a grunt.

The stretch was not like anything you've ever felt before. Each vein and every delicious inch made you gasp like a dirty slut. Once he had bottomed out, you gave him the signal, liking the sting of pain. He wasted no time and fucked you so hard, drilling into you like a madman. He pulled your legs onto his shoulders, folding you in half as he rammed his dick inside you harder. It was harsh and brutal. He whispered dirty names into your ear and licked the side of your neck, making you come two more times that night.

The next morning, he was already gone. The reality of his absence hit you hard. His warmth was still present in the air around you. There was still an ache between your thighs. The bruises he had left still stung deliciously. The smell of cedarwood still lingered in your room and on your skin. His moans were still ringing in your ear. He was everywhere.

When you got out to head for work, you noticed a box on your doorstep. It was a new pair of shoes, similar to the ones you wore last night but fancier. There was a note with a number and the initials: L.S.M. You'd never saved a number that quickly.

Texting the number, you thanked him for the shoes, saying he didn't have to. It took him less than a minute to reply and insist that you keep it. He had also apologized for leaving too early. You sighed, thanking the universe that the hot man who fucked your brains out didn't ghost you.

You had learned that his full name was Lee Seokmin. One conversation on the phone led to another until you were talking day and night. You found yourself smiling often at his words. You were already longing for the warm trace of his lips on your skin.

It was probably the law student in you or just an instinct of a girl, but you couldn't help but search his name online. You tried searching for Lee Seokmin, Seokmin, and other forms of his names, but you found nothing. No social media accounts, no public government information, and not even relatives. He was an enigma. 

Your suspicions grew bigger until he admitted one night that he was part of the mafia. It clicked then, the way people called him captain, the shady businesses he owned, and the schedule of his work. Of course, it made so much sense. Not only was he a part of it, but he was related to the boss by blood. 

Everyone around you was concerned because you hid your situationship like it was some sort of crime. It probably was. People started gossiping and making assumptions. Words even reached your mother in the suburbs. She had called you, warning you not to get into trouble with gangsters and criminals. 

'Oh, mother dearest, too late.'

You were falling for him. Your heart and soul were falling for every part of him, hard. You didn't know when and how it started. How your simple longing for his touch became a need to see his smile and hear his laugh. How you wanted him to stay and embrace you after sex. How nothing but lust turned into love. Pure, irreversible, dangerous love.

For months, you were spread out on his sheets at night and woke up alone. You never got to eat with him in a crowded restaurant, never held hands, never hugged in public. It was hard being casual. Whenever your head rested on his bare chest, you could hear his heartbeat, rising and falling with every breath. It was the safest place on earth. You hated how the lines were so blurry between you and Seokmin. You hated not knowing what you meant to him.

One night, after a whole session of hard sex where he denied your orgasm again and again only to give it to you in an intense wave, he asked under his breath, "Can we be official? Can I call you my girlfriend? I know it's going to be difficult for both of us, but I promise I'll take care of you."

"Yes. I'd love to. I've always wanted to."

You lifted your head just to have a good look at his wide smile, the smile that reached his eyes and made his cheeks red. He was so pretty. However, you weren't stupid, so you made him agree to a simple rule.

“But you're not allowed to kill people in front of me.”

“Capos rarely have to hurt anyone. My soldiers do the dirty work for me.”

"Don't try to find a loophole around it. No exceptions," you said in your most authoritative voice.

"Yes, ma'am." He saluted, getting a laugh out of you.

Seokmin had never broken the rule since then. He was sweet, sending you gifts often. He would show up at your place without reason, saying, "I just wanna cuddle with my future lawyer."

You weren't completely oblivious to the dangers that came with dating him. You had recently done a case study and analysis on organized crimes after all. But none of your friends were prepared for the pair of you: a future criminal lawyer and an actual criminal. It was laughable, really, considering how you had always warned your students not to get involved with shady shit, what a hypocrite you had become.

But who could resist anyone as sexy and caring as Lee Seokmin?

And who else could handle the devil inside him during nights like this?

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That was how you found yourself in the passenger seat of Seokmin's car, the fear of being caught was long gone as he kneeled on the floor. It was disgusting and arousing, all you could see was his eyes and how completely needy he looked. He was fucked out and thirsty for you.

His nose bumped on your clit as he licked your folds. But every time your high was close, he kept pulling out. He's been edging you for almost half an hour. It was torture.

"Seokmin, please let me cum."

"No." He kissed your inner thigh.

"Seokmin…please."

You could feel his smirk on your skin. "What did you tell me on the phone? You don't like repeating yourself? Now you're begging for me over and over again."

God, he really knew how to put you in your place.

"I'm sorry. Please let me cum."

He pushed two slender fingers inside you along with his tongue and started fucking you in earnest. You rolled your hips in time with his thrust, gripping the car seat with one hand and pulling his hair with the other.

"Fuck, I'm so close."

He rubbed your clit with his thumb and pushed you to the edge, making you cream on his face. He kept on going, milking you dry. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes. Seokmin was drunk to your taste.

He was only getting started.

The capo went back to his seat and drove to his place. It was a different kind of pleasure, watching him concentrate while driving as you palmed his hard-on. He kept glancing at you, warning you not to tease him. It only took twenty minutes before he was stripping you off of your clothes in his living room.

In the university, you were a level-headed instructor, the kind that students respected without question. At the law school, you were the diligent debater, the person people couldn’t argue with. No bullshits, no lies. You never had to ask for anything. But with him, you were always begging.

"Please don't hurt people in front of me."

"Please don't scare the delivery guy away."

"Please don't leave without saying goodbye.”

And tonight, it was a good kind of begging. "Please fuck my mouth. Use me all you want."

Seokmin raised his eyebrow. "On your knees."

You complied, your knees hitting his carpet and you're face-to-face with the hard-on you'd been toying with all night. You looked up at him for permission.

"Go on, make me cum."

You unzip his trousers with so much eagerness, making him chuckle. Your fingers were shaking with anticipation as you pulled his pants down with his boxers. God, the sight of his cock was mouth-watering. His muscles tensed when you wrapped your fingers around him and dragged your tongue on the prominent vein. You quickly worked him up, stroking his shaft as you licked the pre-cum from his tip.

He hissed as you lapped at the underside of his dick before sucking him fully. His grunts and moans egged you on, hollowing your cheeks to give him more pleasure. The drag of his dick on your tongue was so good, you could feel your arousal between your legs. 

You sucked him off, hungry for his taste. It took a few moments before he grabbed your hair and pulled you off of his cock.

"Do you want me to fuck your pretty mouth?" He traced his thumb on your lip.

"Yes, please, I beg you."

"Just tap three times if we need to stop, hm?"

"Yes."

He slammed his dick into your mouth and hit the back of your throat with ease. He set an animalistic pace, fucking in and out of your mouth like you were nothing but a toy. His dick was so big and veiny, your nose bumped into his hip each time. You couldn't do anything but grab onto his huge thighs for dear life. Each part of your body shook with his thrusts.

"You're so good for me, so fucking perfect."

He took off his dress shirt, his torso now in full view for you to worship. His broad shoulders were tense, moving up and down each time he panted. Nights like this when he lets his need get the better of him was your favorite. His controlled, calm aura fell apart as he didn’t hold back. 

“Look at you, baby. So fucking hot,”

The nails against the back of your neck stung and his grip was harsher than normal. His pace became more erratic in each thrust. Praise spilled from his tongue as he fucked your throat in earnest.  

“Shit.” He was panting, voice laced with desperation.

He continued hitting the back of your throat until he spilled his seed inside, painting your mouth white. His thrusts were deep and slow. “Swallow it, baby. That’s it, you’re such a good girl for me.”

You stick your tongue out, proudly showing your devotion. He cursed and lifted you to your feet, guiding you to the sofa. He laid your head on the armrest and kissed you. Even under so much want, Seokmin knew how to take his time, every movement of his lips against yours was full of passion. His breath was warm against your face, and his hands roamed all over your body, igniting flames of need on your skin.

Seokmin rolled his hips into yours, his cock was rock-hard again, teasing your pussy. You let out a loud whimper, his gaze immediately shot down into you. Your cheeks flushed, heat spreading on your face. He kissed your cheek and dragged his lips to your ear.

“Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.” He whispered before nipping your earlobe.

You did as told and Seokmin slammed his dick inside you. Your back arched at the sudden penetration. 

“You good, baby? Want me to stop?”

“No, please, I need you.”

Your walls clenched around him as he fucked you. He pistoned his hips at a brutal pace, ramming as if it was his last day on Earth. His mouth was on yours again, kissing you roughly. His breaths were ragged and his grunts were gravelly, you’ve never heard of anything sexier. Your pussy was so wet around his cock, it squelched with each thrust, making him crazier.

He pounded into your cunt, his fingers rubbing your clit as you moaned and whined. He brought down a harsh slap against your bundle of nerves. You wailed in pleasure. He slapped your clit again, coaxing profanities out of your mouth.

It didn’t take long before your breath hitched, your walls clamping down around him as he fucked you. Seokmin rubbed your clit faster, keeping his brutal pace as you came with a scream. He spilled inside you, praising you again and again. Your legs were drenched in your cum, making a mess on the sofa. He kissed you gently.

“You did so well. You’re so perfect.”

Seokmin stood up to get a warm towel and wiped it gently on your skin. He cleaned you up while muttering soft praises about how lucky he was to have you and how beautiful you were when you came. It was all too much for your heart. He wrapped his big arms around your body and carried you to the bed in bridal style. There was a grin on his face as he looked down at you. By the time he put you under the covers, you both were giggling like foolish lovebirds. 

He cuddled with you under the warm blankets, his hand playing with your hair as you lay your head against his chest. Your muscles were sore and you could already feel your mind being dragged to sleep.

"Why'd you study law, anyway?" Seokmin asked suddenly.

You chose your default reason. "Because it is so easy to make money from the law.” Silence fell before you continued. “The system is so rigged. If you know how to bend it, things will go your way. The politicians do it, so why can't I?"

He hummed, impressed. But he also knew you weren't telling the whole truth. He didn't push it further, though, and you were grateful for it.

You couldn't tell Seokmin the real reason. At least not yet. Your father had been wrongfully convicted a long time ago, and it had ruined your family. Though he was released from prison, he wasn't the same man anymore. You had made a promise to yourself that no one else would have to endure what your family had gone through.

The fear of having your loved ones trapped behind bars gnawed on you. It was hell. So whenever Seokmin left for work, you couldn't help but worry for him. Your brain kept creating visions of him gambling, drinking, torturing, or probably killing people. You tried to tell yourself that it wasn’t his fault he was born into his family, but it was difficult.

You'd often beg Seokmin to avoid risky behaviors and public outings, worried that any misstep could lead to your exposure and end your career when it had barely started. It would be a slap in the face to all those restless nights you spent studying and teaching. 

Seokmin was scared to let his circle know too much about you as well. Another capo in their organization instigated a turf war. The infighting was brutal and he couldn't risk your safety. It hurt him, not being able to take you out and dine with you in fancy restaurants. He couldn’t introduce you to his family and tell the whole world you were his and he was yours.

That was when he introduced Wonwoo as a bodyguard. He was in charge of driving you from law school to the institution you were teaching at, then back to your apartment. He was quiet, but he knew how to listen to your every word. Wonwoo was a man of schedule, always on time, and always correct. One day, he argued with you about the morality of organized crimes and started citing specific articles and past cases. 

You stared at Wonwoo who had his eyes on the road. "You're a lawyer, aren't you?" you asked, still in shock.

Wonwoo admitted he was a consigliere working under the boss. Seokmin was the one who endorsed him to such a high position so he didn't hesitate to become your bodyguard. Your insides turned warm at the thought of your boyfriend who couldn't leave you with a typical bodyguard, making his closest friend look out for you. 

No one knew the whole truth about your relationship with Seokmin except for Wonwoo and your friend Gyuri. You’ve barely seen her nowadays, but you tried to make time to eat with her every other week. Your favorite place was a ramen shop near the law school. You ate together, laughing over the stupid times your boyfriends made you embarrassed.

"Outside, he's a cold guy, but inside, he's the biggest baby." You smiled, telling her about Seokmin.

"Oh, I feel that with my Jin-Goo as well." She said, talking about her new boyfriend.

You stopped hanging out with her though, because the infighting within Seokmin's organization escalated. His boss was calling him and making him do errands almost every day. You wished he just told you all the details because your imagination wouldn’t let you sleep at night. But when he visited your place with someone’s blood on the cuffs of his shirt, you knew the reality was much worse than you could imagine. 

It was getting frustrating. You couldn't risk going outside without Wonwoo to drive you. When you asked Seokmin if you could at least go out for some air, he said "The other capos could hurt you and use you to get to me."

"How do you know they're gonna do that?"

"Because it's what I did to the others. That's how I acquired the businesses in the district."

A shiver ran down your spine. You didn't push any further.

Seokmin had told you to lay low. But it was your last year in law school and you still had a lot of requirements to pass. After Wonwoo drove you to the entrance, you got a text from Gyuri, asking to meet her for lunch.

You went to the same ramen shop, but something was off the moment you stepped inside. Gyuri was the type to yell out your name and wave to you immediately, but all you heard was silence. 

The shop was nearly empty, its usual bustling energy replaced by stillness. A man in a mask stood by the entrance. He was staring at you. 

Listening to your instinct, you turned immediately. But it was too late. Before you could open the door, he was behind you, pressing a handkerchief against your mouth. Your nostrils were flooded with an overly sweet smell and your vision faded to black.

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You awake with a jolt. Restraints kept you from standing up. Your hands were tied at the back of the seat and your feet were shackled. It was dark, with only a faint light bulb over your head to illuminate the space. You were trapped in a dingy cellar. Each breath echoed against the dark walls. 

Right beside the door crouched a familiar figure. Her entire body shook as she sobbed quietly.

“Gyuri!” You struggled against your bonds, the metal chair screeching against the concrete floor.

“Shh!” She looked up, panic and distress in her eyes. “Shut your mouth or he’ll gag you.”

Her eyes were bloodshot from crying. Your heart sank at the sight of her. You wanted to ask where you were, who she was referring to, or why she was on the floor, but you knew you had no time to lose. Your temple was about to explode with the painful throbbing.

“Help me out. Untie me. Come on!” The chair kept screeching with your movements, the chains around your ankles clinking against each other.

“I can’t, y/n.” 

The cellar door opened and a man of the same age entered. He was clad in black clothes and he wore a distant expression. He looked bored.

 

“Gyuri, babe, is our visitor awake yet?” He yawned as if this was a normal occurrence.

Babe?

The man turned to you. “Hi. I’m Jin-Goo, Gyuri’s boyfriend.”

You look at your friend. She couldn't meet your eyes. Gyuri, the sweet friend who liked to crack jokes, the friend who dragged you to the place where you first met Seokmin, the friend who laughed with you over bowls of ramen after a stressful day. Gyuri betrayed you. The realization shot straight through your heart, your ribs tightening with the pain. 

Fury almost got the best of you before the man continued. “It’s a shame we had to meet in such unfortunate…circumstances.”

“Where the fuck am I? Let me out.” You tried your best to sound demanding and controlled, but it came out as a broken plea.

“Hush now, we haven't even reached a bargain.”

“What the fuck? Is this what it's all about? Money?”

“Of course it is, prettyface. Money, power, soldiers, a few businesses in Gangnam, with a side of seeing Seokmin getting humiliated in front of the boss.”

You shivered at the mention of Seokmin. The thought of him getting hurt made you struggle against your bonds.

“Stop that, it's annoying.” He tsked at the sound of the chair screeching.

“Why me?”

“Shut your mouth. I am the one in charge and you must listen very carefully. You know, it started with a bet…” Jin-Goo moved closer, his face was now under the faint light. Your gaze fell on Gyuri who was still frozen by the door.

He continued. “I told Seokmin that us capos should focus on narcotics, but he invested in gambling dens and nightclubs instead. The boss said whoever gets the most profit by the end of the year will receive his new properties overseas. A simple challenge, nothing special.

“But Seokmin was never a clean player. Can you guess what he did? He tortured the families of the other captains and forced them to hand over an insane amount of shares. He snuffed them off, one by one, destroying our ranks.

“He thought that just because he's related to the boss by blood, he could get away with it. He didn't have much to lose because that fucker never loved anyone to begin with. Until you showed up.” Jin-Goo dragged a finger against your jaw and gripped hard, forcing you to look at him.

“That’s bullshit.” You spat, making him grin. There was something sinister in his demeanor.

“That’s funny coming from you, y/n, daughter of a felon.”

“That’s not—”

"Shh, I know. I know about your dad, pretty face. Everyone in the gang does. Especially Seokmin." He smirked as he saw your breath hitch. "Ten years ago, the boss set up a huge mortgage property scam with your dad's company. A bunch of buildings were bought and sold just to mess with loans and make quick cash. Your dad had no clue, but it was all in his name. That's why he ended up in prison. I heard he got out two years ago."

You said nothing, trying not to listen to him. He was messing with your mind. He was bluffing. Seokmin couldn't have known about your father.

It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be.

“Guess who did the paperwork for that. The boss’s favorite captain, Lee Seokmin. He’s been the boss’s favorite dog ever since, but recently he’s been messing it up; attacking other capos and now fucking the scapegoat’s daughter.” He laughed. He laughed at your face, at your pain.

“Your precious boyfriend is a monster, y/n. See that camera over there?” He moved your head towards the left corner, right into the lens of the CCTV.

 

“I've been collecting evidence of his shit to send to the boss. If he ends up getting to you, if he lays a hand on any of my soldiers, the boss will know he’s behind the bankruptcy of the other captains. He’s a traitor. The boss never liked traitors.

“Now, while we wait for our Seokminnie, let's have some fun, shall we? Gyuri, babe, would you like to play with her? Some cuts and bruises will do. Ruin her face before he gets here.”

She walked towards you, her eyes still trained on the floor. You struggled to move away. 

“What the fuck are you doing? Get me out of here!”

She raised her hand.

“Don't you fucking dare,” you warned.

“I'm sorry,” she sniffled before her hand came down on your face in one blow. The sound reverberated against the walls. It stung. Your eyes welled up.

“What the hell did I ever do to you?” You looked up at her through your hazy vision. 

“I'm sorry.” Another slap came.

The torture seemed endless. Your face was so numb it felt like it wasn't even there anymore. The couple would leave you alone in the cellar, only to return and taunt you with cruel words and gestures. Jin-Goo ordered Gyuri to slap you again, but the hit was weak. Either she was losing her strength, or you were beyond feeling any pain.

“Jesus, Gyuri, why are you so soft today? Did you forget everything I taught you?”

“Jin-Goo, this isn't right.” She was sobbing now. Your throat tightened and your insides burned in anger. You were the one bound with your face stinging, and she was the one crying.

The man sighed, clearly disappointed. “You’re no fun. Go and fetch one of the guards for me."

Gyuri scrambled towards the door. As soon as the metal opened, a rancid smell filled your nostrils. Blood. 

Gyuri took a few steps outside before you heard her voice. "Babe…"

"What?" Jin-Goo asked, irritated.

The girl came back in, the barrel of a gun on her temple. She slowly backed into the cellar, clearly being pushed. The owner of the gun came into view. Seokmin.

The rapid beating of your heart was deafening now.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on her." He growled.

Jin-Goo already had his gun drawn. "Too late. Kill Gyuri and I'll shoot your bitch."

"Try me. You won't get out of here alive." He was terrifying, his eyes were murderous, his grip on the gun steady and practiced. Seokmin was taking the reign of his demons tonight. Even the devil would bow to him.

“No member should lay hands on another member without the higher-up's permission,” Jin-Goo said as if citing some sacred book.

This could backfire on Seokmin horribly. You called him, your throat dry. "Seokmin, there’s a camera."

Jin-Goo chuckled. "She's smart."

Two loud bangs and a crash of glass rang in your ear, echoing in the cellar. Seokmin just shot the camera. In the half-second that Jin-Goo flinched at the sound, Seokmin shot his hand, disarming him.

You almost bit your tongue at the sound, your hands were bound and you had no way to cover your ears. You grit your teeth and shut your eyes tight. Seokmin was already kneeling in front of you. 

“Are you hurt? I’m so sorry it took so long. I'll get you out of here.” He checked for signs of injury, caressing your numb face. You could barely see him through your tears, could barely hear him from the ringing in your ears and your pounding heart. Your head was about to burst.

Jin-Goo advanced to Seokmin with a scream, his hand covered in blood. Seokmin had anticipated his move and he tackled the man to the ground. Restraining his torso with a knee, Seokmin brought down his fist onto Jin-Goo's face. A loud crack of bone made you wince. Seokmin held his collar and struck him again.

You couldn't watch the sight so your eyes trained at the door that hung open. Gyuri was nowhere to be found. Wonwoo came in with a gun in his hand. His eyes fell on Seokmin getting his knuckles bloody then in your bound, trembling state. 

The consigliere released the shackles from your feet and the restraints from your wrists. He pulled you up. “Can you walk?”

You couldn't answer him. You wanted to look at Seokmin, to see if he was coming, but the sound of his fists on the other man's flesh made you shiver.

“Y/n, do you want me to carry you out?” Wonwoo asked. 

You still couldn't answer, but you took a step towards the door, anyway. Before you and Wonwoo got out, you heard Jin-Goo's weak voice. 

“The boss will get you and your bitch killed once you kill me, you fool.”

“No. I met the boss, he gave me the green light. Said he wanted me to deal with you however I want. I make more money than you anyway. You're just a liability… like the others.”

Like the others. So it was true then, that Seokmin had attacked the other capos. You wondered what else was true about the things your abductor told you.

Wonwoo dragged you before you could hear the last note of Jin-Goo’s agonized scream.

There were bodies on the floor, unmoving and covered in blood. You knew they were Seokmin's doing. You closed your eyes as you put one foot in front of the other.

It was a long minute of walking up different sets of stairs and dark corridors before finally seeing an open door into the night. Just as you got closer, a girl yelled.

"Y/n, wait!”

Wonwoo was already blocking you from her, gun trained to her head.

Gyuri didn't falter. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. He made me do it. I had no choice, he was going to kill my sister. I had no choice. Let me escape with you.”

She betrayed you. She ignored your pleas. She hurt you. You couldn’t meet her eyes. It was your turn to ignore her.

A loud crack from behind Gyuri echoed and she collapsed on the floor. Seokmin was there, face lined with murder. He dug the barrel of his gun into the underside of her chin, ready to kill her.

The deaths would cost him his status and his power, if not his life. Gyuri had betrayed you and hurt you, but you couldn't stomach the image of her helpless and face-to-face with death.

“Stop! Seokmin, please. I beg you.” Your throat strained, your voice broken and weak. “Just stop, let's go. It—It'll be difficult for you to plead innocent in court.”

“But I'm far from innocent, baby. Now close your eyes.”

“No! Please, don't be stupid. you don't have to do this.”

Wonwoo grabbed you away and into the cold night air, dragging you towards the car before you heard the gunshot. Your knees faltered and gave up when you heard it. It was a pain unlike any other. Wonwoo lifted you up and into the backseat. 

Before Seokmin left the building, the consigliere climbed behind the wheel. He waited for him even though a part of you was terrified and hoped he wouldn't get in the car. 

Seokmin settled into the front seat. As he checked on you in the mirror, you covered your face and pretended to be asleep. It was stifling. It hurt even more than the strikes you'd had.

There was nothing more painful than realizing Lee Seokmin really was a monster. And what hurt more was you realized just how scared you were. You were terrified of the person you loved the most.

It was a long drive, the night was pitch black and your ears were still ringing. You were sure that they could both hear your quiet sobs.

“I don't wanna go back to my apartment,” you whispered into the silence.

“It's okay, we can go to my place.” Seokmin looked back at you but you couldn't meet his eyes, afraid that you'd see the murderous glare in them.

“No.” You managed to utter. 

You gave Wonwoo your parents’ address.

⋆₊ ♱

The house was just as you left it. Quiet and devoid of lights. The sound of crickets filled the cold night. Seokmin walked you towards the front door, holding an ice pack against your numb cheek. You pulled an old key under a potted plant by the porch and unlocked the door. It creaked.

“Call me if you need anything. I'll be here tomorrow.” He handed you the ice pack. 

“Is it true? Your organization—your family…did you frame my father?”

He took a deep breath. “Yes.”

It was like you were seventeen again, crying to sleep as the victims of the mortgage scam banged on your door, cursing profanities at your father. They were so hurt, so angry that you almost believed your father actually did it.

Seokmin searched for your eyes, saying he was going to fix this. His voice was sweet. So pure, so believable.

It was like you were twenty again, pleading for them to file a retrial for your father. No matter how much you dug into the case, nothing came out. No names, no people to point fingers at.

Seokmin called your name, trying to snap you out of your trance. He called you again. And again.

You were twenty-four again, applying for law school with one goal in mind: make sure no other child will experience what you've experienced. Your father was released then but he was not the same man who told you everything was going to be fine.

Of course, it was just one of the many scams Seokmin's family did. It was just another job for him. He probably didn't even know the names of their scapegoats and other victims.

You stared at him, wanting to ask why he didn't say anything before, why he was pretending nothing happened. But you couldn't form the right words.

“I'll take you to dinner tomorrow and explain everything, okay? Get some rest. Put this on your face and apply an ointment after, hmm? I love you, baby.”

He leaned down to kiss your temple.

You flinched. You didn't mean to, but you flinched. Even under the dark sky, you could tell he was hurt. He swallowed as his eyes became glossy, tears bound to spill before you closed the door on his face. 

Your insides felt like ripping apart. You wanted to throw up, lash out, curse out loud, but you were too tired to do anything, so you moved towards the living room. You knew you looked like a mess. You also knew sneaking into your parent's house in the middle of the night was a bad idea. 

There she was, your mother, stumbling through the living room. She stared dumbfounded at the state of your appearance. 

“Y/n!”

You braced yourself for a slap, a shove, and being called a shameful daughter. You had a whole made-up story ready to tell her. But when she looked at you with genuine concern, you couldn't hold it in any longer. You burst into tears, collapsing onto the sofa, shaking with sobs.

“Shh… there, there, child.” She gently rested your head on her lap. You sobbed harder than ever before, the cries wrenching from your throat painfully, yet somehow, their release felt freeing.

⋆₊ ♱

Seokmin turned away, signaling Wonwoo to start the car. He said nothing as he walked out of your property. Out of your life. He said nothing as he heard you cry—cry because of him.

⋆₊ ♱

“I love him. I love him so much.” You whimpered. “I love him so much, but why does it hurt this bad?”

You were ready to be bombarded with questions. Your mother had no idea what you were talking about. But she felt your pain and that was enough. No context had to be said. Whatever you were feeling in your heart shot through her, as if the umbilical cord was never cut.

That night, you just let your tears flow. The ice pack has melted, dripping onto the carpet, but you didn’t move. You shook and cried your eyes out on her lap. She caressed your hair like you were a child again. She whispered sweet nothings as you sobbed through the night.

Breaking down and being cradled by your mother was an experience you never thought you'd feel again. You drifted to sleep, nightmares already haunting you, but you could feel her fingers on your scalp. 

“I love him. I love him so much.” You exhaled and let your shoulders sag. It was the worst yet the deepest sleep of your life. 

Tomorrow came and Seokmin did not appear as he promised. A part of you was relieved, but you also wanted to know his side of the story. Maybe he was forced to do the paperwork. Maybe he didn't have a choice.

Or maybe you were wrong about him all this time and he didn’t care about you and your father. 

When the sun finally rose, you walked upstairs into your old room. The warm rays filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across your childhood bed. You spent the entire day sleeping, wrapped in the familiar comfort of your old sheets. The scent of aged books filled your nostrils, their musty fragrance mingling with memories of late nights spent reading under the covers.

Dinner with your parents was hell. You loved your mother’s cooking and you were grateful for her, but the second your father walked down the stairs, your heart sank. His face was lined with age, gray hair sticking out of his roots, his mind was somewhere else. It took him a few seconds to stare at your face before he acknowledged your presence. It was like he forgot he had a child. 

“Who did that to you?” He ran his gaze around, looking for the perpetrator, as if someone was going to come out of the shadows. He was hypervigilant yet quite not there.

“No one. It’s just allergies.”

Your mother shot you with a look, clearly not impressed with your lying. You were a law student, for God’s sake, you could have thought of some good reason to cover it up. But your father bought it, anyway. He flinched at the slightest sounds. Even the clink of utensils made him jump. With every second you spent with them, more and more guilt crept up your spine to eat you from the inside.

After dinner, you stayed in your room, digging up the old cases you studied when your father was still in jail. It consisted of similar court documents, files of other victims, framed suspects, and newspaper clippings. They were all swept under the rug like your father. But all of them aligned with Jin-Goo’s information. Someone powerful and rich enough to pay for people’s silence was behind them. Someone like Seokmin’s boss. 

A chill ran down your spine. Your father was an innocent real estate businessman. The evidence against him made you doubt that back then. He'd been convicted for eight years and spent the last two years scared of everything. Seokmin’s family took away a decade of his life. Seokmin’s family had ruined your life.

You were crying in your bed, head slumped against the sheets as the pale moonlight shone through the windows. Your phone rang, you didn’t even remember Seokmin giving it to you. His name flashed on your screen. With a shaky breath, you reached for the phone, unsure if you were ready to answer.

“I’m sorry, I couldn't be there. I still had a lot to fix. Are you okay? Is your face still swollen? Did they hurt you anywhere else? I’m really sorry about all of this, y/n.” He kept rambling with that sweet, doting voice. The voice of a caring boyfriend, not a liar. Not a murderer.

You ignored his questions. “Why didn’t you tell me anything about your involvement with my father’s case? You could’ve told me at least something, Seokmin.”

“I’m sorry, y/n. I’ll make this right. I promise I’ll make this right.” 

It wasn’t what you wanted to hear. Gyuri’s face as she pleaded for her life crossed your mind again. The scream of Jin-Goo as you escaped rang in your ear. The broken bodies on the ground flashed in your sight.

“Y/n?” he called again. “I’ll fix this. I’ll fix this for you.”

You hung up and—before you could think twice—blocked his number.

You filed a week of leave and spent it helping your mother with the chores, trying to pick up the pieces of your life and of yourself back together— slowly. You didn’t check your phone; cutting off from the outside world. You only spoke with your mother and, occasionally, your father. You had tried gaining information on what they remembered about his case, but it was a difficult topic in the household. It was the topic that would make him shift in his seat and walk out.

One night, your mother turned on the television to watch the news. You were about to head upstairs when you saw Gyuri and Jin-Goo’s faces. Mugshots. The headline said they were in jail for drug trafficking. You ran towards the television in shock. 

A clip of them shackled and being dragged by the police was shown. They were alive. Badly beaten, completely unrecognizable, but alive. Seokmin listened to your pleas. Seokmin didn't kill them. 

He did not break your rule.

The faint voice of the reporter mentioned something about life-long sentences in prison. You stared at the television for a long time, even after the news program had ended. The couple was locked up for good. And it repeated in your head again: Seokmin didn’t kill them; he did not break your rule.

That night, Wonwoo called you. You had to ponder if you were going to pick it up, but eventually decided to go for it. You owed Wonwoo a lot for saving you, anyway. 

“Y/n, did you hear the news?”

“Yes. I thought he killed them.”

“Of course he didn’t, y/n. He’s part of the mafia, but he’s not a murderer. He’s not the devil everyone believed him to be.”

“But, the case of my father...”

“That’s not true. I know what happened because I was there during the court proceedings. It wasn’t Seokmin who did it, but the other capos. The moment he learned about your father, Seokmin quickly immobilized their businesses. He also found out that some of them murdered civilians and sided with rival gangs so he ratted their stupidity out to the boss. Jin-Goo knew he was up next so he tried to stop it.”

“Why did he say yes when I asked him?”

“Because he can’t deny that he’s still part of the family. I think that’s what bothers him the most these days.”

Pain shot through your chest. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for Seokmin. He tried everything to please you, to make sure you’re safe and you’re happy. You couldn’t understand why things just don’t go your way. 

Wonwoo’s voice became more quiet. “Tell me when are you coming back. I’ve never seen him like this. He's not just crying, he's grieving. He's been making me do very weird paperwork.”

“Weird how?”

“Whistleblower-kind-of-weird paperwork.”

Your jaw dropped at the mention of the word whistleblower. This wasn’t good. Ratting out his gang—his family—was far from a good idea. Blood would spill and you prayed to the heavens it wasn’t Seokmin’s. 

‘The boss never liked traitors,’ you heard Jin-goo’s voice in your head.

Before you could even think, you were packing your bag, kissing your mother goodbye. You took one last look at your father and drove to Seokmin’s apartment.

You stared at his door, unable to knock. The last time you were here felt like years ago. But you could already smell him. Cedarwood. The smell of home. The door opens and you jump, hiding behind a huge plant nearby, just out of sight. Seokmin was talking to someone on the phone.

"This isn't a threat." His voice was cold and demanding, far from the sweet tone he had used when talking to you. "I'm going down. And you all go down with me."

Your heart sank at his words. He was putting himself in so much danger, so many people would be angry at him, and many people would attack him, and yet his voice did not waiver.

“I don't care if it's too late, hyung. I want to change. You’re our boss, but you’re also my brother, so either you turn your back on them or me. I’ll wait until midnight.”

This was dangerous. So very dangerous. If he was planning to expose himself as part of the mafia, the last thing you should be doing was being with him, risking other people to see you. So you drank in the sight of him two meters away from you, with his black hair and chiseled face. The black suit that reminded you of your first meeting. His hands were lined with so much history, so much experience. You basked in the smell, the glow, the presence of him before turning away. You prayed for the best.

⋆₊ ♱

Lee Seokmin was trained to feel the presence of anyone spying on him. But he didn’t need that training because he could feel you anyway. He could smell your perfume, and could almost hear your breath. He almost smiled when he saw your shadow shuffle behind the plant. A huge part of him waited for you to come out of hiding. He waited because he couldn’t force you to fight this with him. But he also knew it was his battle to win and his mess to fix. He was content with your visit; he knew you were silently wishing him the best, so he swallowed his greed anyway.

As he waited for his boss’s decision, he couldn’t help but cry.

⋆₊ ♱

‘He's not just crying, he's grieving.’ Wonwoo had said.

You couldn’t lie.

You grieved for him too.

And the whistle blew.

Raids, buy-bust operations, one business after another had been shut down. The media was on a roll, broadcasting every time a member was arrested. The crime family was flashed on screen, a terrifying gallery of faces. Mugshots for the history books. 

It was complete except for Seokmin, Wonwoo, and the boss, whom you now knew as Seungcheol. They were the last strands of the wilting web—the reason why the empire was crumbling. The pressure was mounting and you’ve lost sleep worrying about them.

You kept in touch with Wonwoo until he and Seokmin went into a witness protection program. Before he cut you off for good, Wonwoo promised that he would do everything he could to keep Seokmin safe, and if Seokmin ever went to jail, it would be alright. They were all ready.

Seokmin wanted to change.

.     ♰   .   ❦   .   ♰     .

3 Years Later

The sound of clicking keyboards and the quiet hum of the faculty’s air conditioner was broken when the door suddenly opened. A middle-aged woman entered with a wide grin on her face. She ran towards you, making you pause your work.

“Professor y/n! Have you seen the new instructor? He’s so handsome.” She grabbed your arm, forcing you to stand. 

Grabbing your coffee from your desk, you let her take you towards the buzzing hall. It was midterms, and you could feel the stress emanating from the students, a palpable tension in the air. It reminded you of the old days when you spent days and nights studying. Only if you could see yourself now: a bar passer and a full-time professor at the university.

You never would’ve imagined seeing him there, at the same university as a new instructor. It struck you, stirring a mix of aching sorrow and unexpected relief. It felt as though the thorns that had long been embedded in your chest were finally being pulled out. You had buried those feelings so deeply that you hadn’t even realized the pain they caused until the moment they began to fade away.

He had changed his name to Dokyeom. For safety purposes, you assumed. It was a symbol of a new beginning, of another chance. He no longer had that tension in his jaw, his softer features and kind eyes were more prominent. Girls and boys in the hall giggled as they passed by him, yet he didn’t notice. 

He was wearing a more casual attire. He no longer had chains around his neck, no black leather jacket, just a brown suit, a more refreshing aura.

You admired him for a moment, maybe two. It wasn’t until you heard a student profusely apologizing for bumping into you that you noticed you spilled your coffee onto your shoes. Brown liquid seeping into the soles of your feet. You winced and stepped away from the small puddle of drink.

And there he was on his knees.

He had the same black hair, but instead of the sharp, perfect style it once had, he sported his natural curls instead. He still smelled like cedarwood, but now with a hint of lavender and sage. It was a breath of fresh air. He had his handkerchief drawn, wiping the spilled coffee from your shoes.

He looked up with the kindest smile. He had changed. But he was still the same man who kneeled and wiped liquor from your shoes all those years ago. The same man who saved you, made sacrifices for you, and turned his back on his family. He had let go of the only life he’d ever known for another chance with you.

The same man who never broke your rule. 

It was at that moment you knew there was no letting go of him this time. You’d do everything to have the privilege to fall in love with him again, no matter how many pleas it would take.

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summary- when Jeonghan brings up BDSM at dinner, your boyfriend is keen on trying it out for himself. you laugh it off, telling him he doesn't have the stomach for it, and he decides to show you just how capable he is in bed.

Crystal-chandeliered ceilings, a live cello performance, a bottle of Domaine de la Romanee- 1945; you're in the lap of luxury. After a particularly long week, your boyfriend decided to organize a 'little' get-together to get your mind off work. Something small, he said. Just a little dinner with Jeonghan and Hoshi- nothing much.

That's how you find yourself here- seated in one of the best restaurants in Seoul, surrounded by friends, donned in a dress so stunning it would've killed a small Victorian child.

Earlier on in the relationship, you used to get awkward in places like this, wondering how much it cost, trying to order the cheapest thing on the menu, but now? Now you've grown accustomed to Dokyeom's treats. It's how he shows his love for you- among many other ways- so who are you to say no?

"and yeah- we fucked." Hoshi states, mouth full of food as Dokyeom's eyes widen to the size of saucers.

Jeonghan giggles, turning around to see if anyone heard, and shakes his head.

"and?"

"and-" Hoshi continues, prodding a bit of beef with his fork, "and it was like painfully vanilla,"

You watch as Jeonghan's face contorts into a disapproving frown, and sip at your wine, praying to whoever's listening that your sweet, baby boy doesn't open his mouth to ask any questions.

But of course, you've never had much luck with the universe, have you?

"like ice cream?"

Aghast, the older man turns to Dokyeom.

"dude..."

When the inquisitive, wide-eyed stare doesn't leave his face, you cut in, clearing your throat.

"c'mon don't be like that- you know how he is Han"

Your boyfriend shifts his gaze to you, now wondering how you of all people know what his hyungs are talking about.

A sheepish, watery smile paints your face as you reach for your glass, taking another sip.

The air stills for a minute, awkward pauses flooding the space while Hoshi and Jeonghan share knowing glances.

They turn to you, flashing you those up-to-no-good grins, before fixing their attention to your poor boyfriend.

"alright buddy," Jeonghan starts, reaching out to grasp Dokyeom's shoulder, "lemme teach you about sex."

Immediately, you see the tips of his ears burn red. Poor thing.

"why are we uh, why're we talking about sex?"

"cause you still think we're talkin' about ice cream" Hoshi sneers. You shoot him a glare, and his shrinks back.

Ever the explorer, Dokyeom chimes in again, turning to you this time.

"we're not talking about ice cream? what are we-"

"sex." Jeonghan whispers, voice taking on a mock-sultry tone. He turns to you,

"what's he like in bed?"

"hey!-"

"he seems vanilla now, so I'm guessing it's basic shit" he continues, eyes narrowing in on you.

Suddenly you feel conscious of your surroundings. A nice evening out has somehow turned into a free-for-all analysis of your sex life, and your most intimate moments with Dokyeom have come under the looking glass.

"y-yeah, we're vanilla"

"oh you poor thing," Hoshi fakes a sob, bringing his hand to his chest as if your house caught on fire.

"don't be like that- some people prefer vanilla y'know?"

Some people, sure.

Not you, though.

As much as you love how Dokyeom makes you feel, you have to admit, he's a little, well... basic. It's the same old scene, classic p-in-v sex, sometimes he goes down on you, sometimes you do him, nothing apart from that.

Not that it doesn't feel good- it feels amazing- but you've always wanted something more. Something you're sure he won't be able to pull off.

"uhuh, I'm sure they do," Jeonghan muses, seeing right through you.

"what are we even talking abou-"

"sex!" all three of you whisper-shout in unison, starling Dokyeom.

"but- vanilla?"

"it's classic, like your basic animal-planet kinda sex" Jeonghan's voice turns serious, brows set in a firm line. "there's more than that, though"

Hoshi watches intently, moving a bit of bread to his mouth in slow motion, as the scene unravels before him. You find yourself equally invested, eyes fixed on Dokyeom's wonderstruck expression.

"there's more?" he gasps.

"oh you bet- d'you know what BDSM is?"

Your mouth goes bone dry.

"I think so? it's the stuff with the knives and leather and like latex-"

Jeonghan shoots you a quick glance, mouthing 'you're welcome', before moving back to the man next to him.

"that's not- it's not all intense and gory... there's layers to it, kay?"

Dokyeom nods, eyes shimmering.

"BDSM as a concept is deeper than just leather and blood. B and D stands for bondage and discipline, D and S stands for dominance and submission, and S and M stands for sadism and masochism-"

"so that's what Rhianna was talking about-" he cuts in, jaw falling slack as he listens further.

"each of these can come out in different ways- bondage could include cuffs, rope, shibari, or y'know whatever material you have on hand. discipline is meant in its literal sense- you do things to teach your partner the quote-unquote rules of sex, which could include spanking, using gags for punishment or doing things they like for reward. Sadism and masochism basically play on pain. Sadists like to cause it, masochists like to feel it- again, many ways to do this."

Hoshi stares in awe as Jeonghan concludes, putting his fork down to clap.

"wait- what about dominance?"

A sly smile quirks up Jeonghan's lips.

"oh that."

You swallow at the lump settling at the back of your throat, unable to tear your gaze away from your boyfriend's face- so eager, so fascinated by what he's heard.

"it's the premise of what all this is; discipline, sadism, bondage, it's all built on power play. One of you is in control and the other follows, letting themselves be controlled, it-"

"what about consent?"

Oh sweet, sweet boy.

"that's where safe words come into play. I use the traffic light system, so if my partner says green it means they're feeling good, if they say yellow, they're still okay but I need to slow down, and if they say red, they want me to stop"

"huh."

Dokyeom sits still for a minute, eyes glued to the plate sitting in front of him, and you can practically hear his brain churning to process all that he's learnt.

As the night goes on, he seems quieter than usual, staring at you, absorbing information, listening to what's being spoken about around him. Every time you turn to the side you meet his gaze- intense, preoccupied.

Dinner comes to a close with him shoving his shiny black credit card into the waiter's hands before anyone else beat him to it, and soon, you find yourselves saying your goodbyes, heading to the car.

Dokyeom opens your door, making sure you're seated, and moves over to the driver's seat.

"you don't- do you like how things are now?" Out of nowhere, his voice sounds in your ears, catching you off guard.

You look at him, surprise etched in the rise of your brow, and shake your head furiously.

"of course I do! baby, I love how things are with us, I love you"

He sighs, turning on the ignition, and begins to drive.

"not like that, honey, I meant physically,"

The blank look on your face has his cheeks burning as he works up the courage to say it.

"sex, y/n" he says, a little louder than before, "do you like the way we do things now?"

Oh.

You hadn't expected the conversation from earlier to stick with him, but evidently, it has. A shiver runs through you when he says it- sex. He's never brought it up so unambiguously before. It feels dirty, somehow, even though you've laid with him multiple times.

"I-"

"be honest, honey, okay?"

The earnest, gentle tone of his voice has your heart softening. He really is too pure for this world.

"I mean, I love the way we are now," you mutter, eyes focused on your lap as you pick at your nails, "you make me feel good"

Technically you aren't lying to him- you're just choosing to keep some things hidden. Dokyeom doesn't need to know that you've spent your nights thinking about his fingers buried deep inside you, forcing you to cum again and again until you're sobbing and shaking. He doesn't need to know you've been fantasizing about his arms, wondering how they'd feel pushing you down, leaving you helpless, completely at his mercy.

He's a nice guy, after all. They don't usually like stuff like that. And even if they think they like stuff like that, they don't have the stomach for it.

One stray teardrop and Dokyeom will be on his knees, apologizing profusely, crying along with you as he chastises himself.

"I'm not convinced," he sighs, shoulders slouching against his leather seats. "if this is about protecting my feelings-"

"no! no- not at all baby,"

"so tell me- I know you, I know when you've got something hidden away in that pretty head of yours"

Caught between a rock and a hard place, you find yourself in a bit of a dilemma. Should you be honest with him and take your chances? Or should you pacify him and convince him that plain old vanilla lovin' is all you need?

"I-"

"baby," he soothes, voice gentle, "I just wanna make sure I'm doing the best I can for you,"

A car passes you by, blaring loud pop music, and he breaks into a sheepish smile.

"there's a lot I didn't know before today- stuff that you knew about... so I just- I'm checking. If there's something you'd like me to do, someone you'd like me to be, I wanna try"

"oh,"

You stay silent for a bit, thinking over what to say. Sure, telling him that you're actually a submissive and you hate taking charge is simple, but the execution part leaves you tongue-tied. Someone as sweet and innocent as Dokyeom wouldn't be able to handle taking control.

Nothing against him, it's just that he's so cute and naive- there's no way he'd be able to restrain you and make you cry.

"there's one thing..." you mutter, voice so meek you're barely audible.

His ears perk up.

"y'know the dom-sub thing Hannie spoke about?"

"uhuh, one of us is in control and the other one listens,"

"yeah, I kinda, uh- I tend to lean towards being controlled rather than being in control"

"oh, we can do that if you like, baby" he chirps, twisting the steering wheel as he pulls into your apartment, "we can try whatever you want,"

There's a smile on his face- that same shining, star-studded gaze, eyes crinkling, teeth on full display- and you feel your heart sink.

You'll just have to make do with vanilla for the rest of your days.

The lift ride up is tense. You chew on your lower lip, tapping your heel impatiently against the ground as you move higher and higher, finally reaching your house.

Dokyeom keys in the passcode, unlocking the door, and you stumble inside, rushing to the bathroom for a bit of space.

Locking the door behind you, you stare at yourself in the mirror, worry etched in the crease of your forehead. Your face is beet red, pupils blown wide, and your throat feels dry.

All that talk about the bedroom has you feeling a little jumpier than usual and you can't help the way your brain automatically shifts to its usual Dokyeom fantasy- tied up helplessly in bed as he eats you out over and over, saying the filthiest things known to man.

God, the things you'd let him do to you...

His nose is built just right, bumping into your clit perfectly as he eats you out, tongue lapping up your arousal from your past orgasms. Those long, slim fingers would be splayed across your thighs, forcing your legs open, even when your body spasms, begging for an intermission.

'snap out of it- Christ' you tell yourself, shooing away any wandering thoughts as you unlock the door and head into your bedroom.

"everything okay, honey?"

You curse the universe when your eyes are greeted by his broad frame, standing by your dresser as he clicks his watch open, shaking it off his wrist in a few crisp motions.

"y-yeah I'm-" you cut yourself off when he begins to fold his shirtsleeves up, dragging the white fabric up around his elbow, putting his forearms on display. The way his veins frame the shape of his arms so perfectly, peeking out just enough, has you growing restless with desire, and you feel your face grow hot.

"baby?"

When you stay silent, he eyes you through the mirror, making sure you're still listening, and continues-

"I was thinking about what you said in the car, and I think we should give it a try"

Before you can stop it from happening, your lips part, letting a taunting laugh slip past them. Dokyeom halts his actions.

"why's that funny?"

"it's not! I just uh-" you nibble at your lower lip, trying desperately to conceal the smile perking up the corners of your lips, "I appreciate you saying that, but we really don't have to do things you won't be comfortable with,"

"how d'you know I won't be comfortable?"

You sigh, walking over to him.

"Kyeommie, you're a really great guy- you're sweet, you're kind, you're funny- and I love those things about you,"

"uhuh"

"it's just that you're too sweet, y'know? You won't be able to handle the stuff I'm into, baby"

His brows furrow, and he opens his mouth to speak, but you cut in, sugarcoating your words as much as you can.

"being nice isn't a bad thing at all, okay- don't get me wrong. I love you exactly as you are, so there's no need to make yourself uncomforta-"

"you think I can't do it, don't you?"

His voice is low, dripping with a kind of venom you've never heard from him before. You reach out, moving your hand to soothe over his shoulder, but he catches your wrist, pulling you into him.

"Dok-"

"I may be slow, I may not understand the things you do as easily" he sneers, his grip tightening, "but I know my way around your body-"

"I know I can make you feel good."

He inches closer, nose bumping against yours, and you let out a shaky sigh. Your heart thuds rapidly against your chest, banging against the confines of your ribs so noisily you're sure Dokyeom can hear it.

You've never heard him speak like this before, never seen his eyes flood with such darkness. The once glittering light in his pupils has now dimmed to a darker, lust-filled ocean, void of mercy.

The expanse of his broad shoulders shield you from the front, and a hand slides down your arm, resting at the curve of your back, trapping you in his hold.

"what is it that you want from me, hm?" he mumbles, angling your chin up towards his face, "want me to take control- be a little aggressive?"

Your breath catches, and you stare up at him, eyes wide. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you'd hear him talk this way, with his voice all low and mean. The way he holds you too, it's different from before. There's no gentle embrace, no tentative grip- no, he's sure right now. There's a certainty with which he holds you, a forcefulness he would've once been afraid of.

"tell me," he whispers as he walks you backward, heading for the bed, "tell me what you want and I'll make you feel good,"

With each step forward he takes in your direction, you take one back, staring up at him with wide, unbelieving eyes. Is this really the same guy from two hours ago?

His gaze pierces through you, challenging you as if to say- 'try me, I dare you.' It's simultaneously intimidating, yet somehow exciting, and you feel a familiar heat spread in your lower belly.

Like some sort of predator, dead set on catching its prey, Dokyeom stalks toward you, moving further and further, until your calves make contact with the bed.

He smirks.

You've been caught.

"what's wrong, honey?" a faux pout graces his lips, "you were saying so much a minute ago-"

You gasp as he closes in, leaving no room for anything but your body and his. The hand on your face leaves your chin, and he traces a finger down your throat, stopping just below the divot of your collarbones, lingering over the hem of your dress.

There's an evil glint in his eye and you watch, waiting patiently to see what he does next.

"strip."

Certain you heard him wrong, you stay still, staring up at him dumbly.

"oh, we don't feel like listening today?" he quirks a brow at you, loosening his grip on your waist as he lets his hand travel up your back, "either you do it- or I'll do my fucking self."

On beat, he thumbs the zipper of your dress and tugs it down in one sharp motion, leaving you stunned. The fabric falls slack against your body, loosening at your neckline just enough to give Dokyeom a peek of what lies underneath.

He trails his finger down your clavicle, pushing your dress down to reveal the lacey surface of your bra- the fabric flimsy and transparent, letting your nipples poke through.

"someone's excited," he bites his lips, smirking down at your hardened nipples. "you wanna take this off for me, baby?"

His voice is raspy, taunting almost, and your body obeys, arms hastily undoing your bra as you shimmy out of your dress. You should feel embarrassed, getting naked so desperately like some sex-hungry nympho, but you don't.

The arousal pooling in between your legs is far too distracting to leave any room for humility or shame.

Dressed pooled at your ankles, bra tossed aside, you stand bare before him.

Teasingly, Dokyeom lets the pad of his extended finger trace down your chest as he leans in, lips ghosting over yours. Your eyes flutter closed and your lips part- ever so slightly- bracing for impact. You feel his breath fanning across your face as his presence nears, skin almost touching yours, before he sends a sharp tweak to your nipple, pulling away with a devilish grin.

Jolting at the sudden stimulation, you gasp, eyes opening wide. There's a current running down your body, stemming from the spot he abused seconds ago, and you feel it land in your clit.

You want to argue, to call him an idiot and tell him to kiss you proper- to quit teasing- but you know you like this. The way he's got you all figured out, the way he so effortlessly gets you to bend to his will, god this is what you've been waiting for.

"get on the bed."

The firmness of his voice tells you to bite your tongue and acquiesce, but there's something deep inside of you that wants to see how far you can push him.

"don't wanna"

He pauses for a second, looking into your eyes-

"do you actually want to stop or are you just being difficult?"

"the latter," you singsong, staring up at him with a challenge dancing behind your eyes.

There's a moment of silence as he prods his cheek with the tip of his tongue, taking in what you've just said. His blood boils at the mockery in your voice, eyes hardening to a cold brown.

"brat." he spits, clenching his jaw.

In one forceful motion, Dokyeom yanks you towards himself, lifting you up by the thighs before tossing you onto the mattress behind.

"baby-!" You can't help but squeal as he manhandles you effortlessly, showing you just how strong he really is. Your body lands with a dull thump on the bed, sinking deep into your duvet as he stares daggers into your sprawled out frame.

"sit still."

Dokyeom steps back, standing before you at the foot of the bed, and keeps his eyes on yours. A sly hand creeps up his neck, fingers weaving into the intricate knot of his tie, and he pulls it loose, tossing the silk fabric near your feet.

Undoing the top buttons of his shirt, his hand travels down to his belt, clicking the buckle open with ease. The metal comes apart in his hand, loosening with a single flick of his wrist, and you feel your mouth begin to water.

He looked sinful. With his sleeves rolled up- biceps straining through the fabric, the way his chest peeked out tauntingly through his shirt, how his eyes bore into yours, not breaking contact for an instant- it made you want to scream.

The sound of metal clanking pulls you from your thoughts, and you realise that he's shucked off his trousers, leaving himself in his CK black boxers and a partially unbuttoned shirt.

"Kyeommie," you pout, reaching an arm out towards him, "c'mere"

It takes every bit of his strength to keep himself from crumbling instantly, but he manages it with a firm shake of his head.

"thought I told you to stay still, hm?"

You frown, your pout still evident, and turn away with a huff.

"I'm taking this off, y'know," he teases, plucking open the buttons of his shirt, and you feel your attitude fade to dust as you turn back to him in an instant.

Who wouldn't? After all, he does have the body of a God.

As he undoes his last button, you're greeted by his sculpted torso, tanned to perfection.

Dokyeom smirks, ego inflating at your star-struck reaction as if you haven't seen him like before.

"every single time," he mutters, shaking his head in amusement.

Before long, the shirt is discarded to some remote corner of the room, and he stands before you, nearly bare.

"where were we..."

Grabbing your ankles, he tugs you down till your hips reach the foot of the bed. A startled gasp escapes you at his actions and he can't help but smirk.

"if tossing you around was all it took, you should've just asked, sweetheart"

Your cheeks burn red. Never once has he spoken to you like this- so direct, without scaffolding.

"makes me wonder what else you might like,"

Dokyeom brushes his fingertips up your legs, kneeling down to face your clothed cunt.

"I learned a lot today," he bites his lip, eyes fixed on the damp spot growing under your panties. "will you tell me which of all those you like or should I find out for myself?"

His gaze shifts to you, eyeing the flush on your cheeks, the scandalized widening of your eyes.

"I- I want-" you trail off, voice so small it makes him melt.

"I'm listening, honey, tell me what you want,"

That soft, silverish quality of his voice resurfaces, and you feel your body relax. He rubs slow circles into your thighs, trying his best to coax the words out of you, but you remain hesitant.

Embarrassed, rather.

You've never told anyone what you want from them so plainly, with nowhere to hide. You feel exposed in front of him for the first time in a while and the feeling excites you.

"don't stop." you murmur, unable to meet his gaze. "don't stop after just one... y'know-"

His eyes darken.

"oh I'm going to like this"

Deft fingers slide up your inner thighs, hooking under the last of your lingerie and pulling it apart, tearing the lace off of your body to reveal what Dokyeom wants most.

The most intimate part of you lies spread out all for him, glistening with arousal, and he has to suck in a breath to calm himself.

"don't- don't do that,"

"do what?" he asks, backing away slightly just in case you've changed your mind.

"try to control yourself like that- just don't hold back"

You breathe shakily before continuing- "I want to see how far you go-"

Something snaps within him, that final band of restraint finally tears apart, and he yanks you down onto his tongue, licking fervently at your cunt like this is the last time he gets to taste you.

Your lips part, letting breathy, helpless cries slip past, and Dokyeom knows he's doing well.

Despite the gusto with which he devours you, his movements are precise, practiced. It's exactly as he said earlier- he knows how to make you feel good. He knows your body.

He works his tongue against you, lapping at your clit without any care of hypersensitivity or overstimulation, pressing harder and harder into you as your legs spasm around him.

"wai- oh my god-" you moan, back arching up, hips lifting off the bed for a second, before Dokyeom pushes you back down firmly with his hand splayed across your lower belly.

Squirming helplessly under the force of his arm, your body tries to move away, to get just a little respite, but all in vain. He doesn't let you. The weight of one hand holds you secure, while the other cups the underside of your thighs- pushing your leg up as far as it can go.

With your legs spread out further, his assault on your clit feels even more direct, with each firm motion of his tongue sending shockwaves across your body, and you feel your muscles tighten, building up for release.

Dokyeom seems to have noticed too, and his lips curl up at the corners into a deeply satisfied smirk. You feel it against your skin.

"already?" he abashes, eyeing your tensed frame, "after all you said?"

"m'sorry- please, please can I-"

"can you?" he echoes.

"can I cum ple-please"

You've done this before- asked for permission before- but not with him. Never with him. Dokyeom's smirk only widens when he realises the power he now holds over you. To be able to deny one their right to pleasure is... exciting, to say the least. He certainly seems to enjoy it, considering the bulge growing in his boxers.

"mm, I didn't quite hear that honey, come again?" His voice is patronizing, mocking.

"please Kyeommie please let me cum"

Dokyeom's never thought of himself as a man who likes to abuse his power, but right now with the way you're begging? He wants to see just how much you can take before the seams begin to rip.

"no."

Your eyes fly open, jaw agape as your clit throbs under his tongue.

"w-what"

"you asked, I said no."

Now he knows he isn't being fair, he knows. But the tears welling up in your eyes have him entranced. There's this urge he has deep inside to see them all spill out and stain those pretty cheeks of yours.

"but-"

"are you gonna act up? 'cause that's not how you're getting what you want sweetheart"

Dokyeom's voice sends a chill down your spine. With the way his tongue abuses your clit, you're certain you won't be able to hold yourself back, not when your high is almost near.

You want to be good for him, you really do- but is this even fair? As he laps into you, nudging your sensitive nerves just right, your head tips back into the pillows and you moan out a string of profanities, getting completely lost in the pleasure he gives you.

He isn't happy.

"if you wanna cum that bad- I should give you more, hm? who am I to deny?"

You know very well from the tone of his voice what he's got planned.

Grabbing the tie- now dangling precariously off the bed- Dokyeom crawls over your spent frame, balancing his weight on his knees.

"gimme your hands."

Tentatively, you hold out your arms, pushing your wrists together.

"what are you do-"

"you know what I'm doing, sweetheart"

You do.

He pulls the fabric of his tie taut, looping it at your wrists before tying a firm knot to keep you from moving. The black silk, although soft to the touch, presses into your skin, and you hiss when he gives the fabric a sharp tug.

Dokyeom's eyes draw back to yours, and he grabs your wrists, pushing them up above your head.

"keep these here," he murmurs, gulping slightly when he notices how close your faces are.

Your eyes burn holes into each other's, and he sees something in your gaze that he hasn't before-

Hunger.

"Dokyeom," you breathe, chest rising shakily,

"kiss me"

Waiting no longer, he pushes his lips to yours, capturing the plush crimson in a slow, hard kiss. The way your lips mold so perfectly together, fitting into each other like pieces of a puzzle, makes this moment that much more meaningful.

When he touches you, when he kisses you, you know deep inside that this man is your forever. No one has or ever will make you feel so alive.

Dokyeom swallows your whimpers, your cries, as he slips his tongue into your mouth. It's sloppy and messy and desperate- but you love the way it feels, the way he feels.

Leaving your wrist, his hand comes down to cup your jaw, tilting your head back so he can kiss you harder, deeper.

"wa-wait-" you pant, feeling your lungs burn.

As you try to pull away, a deep growl emanates from within his throat, and he tugs you closer, unwilling to let go.

A surprised 'mm!' escapes your occupied lips, muffled by his own, and your body lights up- embers of red-hot desire scattering across your skin.

Dokyeom's own lungs beg him to move away, to breathe, but he holds still, stubborn as ever. You feel far too good. If this is how he dies, he'll go gladly.

The airy whimpers and gasps from you, however, finally get him to let go.

Your chest heaves as you gulp in precious breaths to soothe your lungs, as does his own. Staring up at him in shock, you manage to stutter out-

"where has that been all this time-"

He lets out an airy laugh, pressing a tender kiss to your jaw, trailing down your torso until he reaches your gushing sex.

"the hands stay up there- got that?"

You nod eagerly, holding your wrists up to show him, but you're quickly cut off by his tongue, pressing back into your clit.

"oh-"

Tracing slow figure eights into you, Dokyeom works his tongue deftly while his fingers prod at your entrance. With ease, he slips two long digits inside, pushing deep till your arousal trickles down his knuckles.

"Dok- oh fuck oh my god"

Each knuckle of his fingers adds further stimulation as he begins to pump in and out of you. Every time he draws back, you stretch to accommodate the balls of his joints and it feels divine.

You've always loved his hands. Those slender, long fingers were perfect for you, and the fact that his knuckles jut out at each joint only makes it all better.

The kinks in his fingers have your legs quivering, and his tongue- god his tongue- nudges your clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

Feeling your orgasm build at record speed, you moan, completely defenseless as Dokyeom slurps noisily at your sex while his fingers push up against that one particularly soft spot inside you.

"Kyeo-Kyeommie m'gonna-"

"that's it, sweetheart- just let go for Kyeommie"

With a sob, you feel your orgasm burn through you, twice as intense as the previous one, and your thighs quiver.

You're spent. You're spent and he's only made you cum twice.

Watching the way your muscles twitch from the weight of your orgasm, Dokyeom grins, feeling particularly proud.

Now usually, this is where it ends. His arms would slip out from under your thighs, and he'd kiss you sweetly, telling you how amazing you are. He'd check to see if you wanted him to make love to you, and if you agreed, he'd do exactly that.

Tonight, however, he stays firm in place, his mouth still connected to your cunt. Limbs still quivering, your eyes widen when he begins to move against you, barely giving you a second to catch your breath and recover.

Your body goes limp when he pokes his tongue against your over-sensitive clit, licking gentle yet firm stripes with precision. Each oscillation elicits the most delightful sound, just as a clock chimes with the motions of its gong.

All you can do is clutch the fabric of his tie, nails digging into your palms as your skin burns under his touch. Your nerves throb, pulsing in time with your heart, in time with his tongue.

"so good for me, honey," he mumbles into you, sliding his fingers back inside you in one fluid motion. Your back arches comically off the bed, mouth hanging open in a mix of shock and pleasure.

Once more, you find your belly rudely forced back down. Dokyeom narrows his eyes at you, irritation flashing behind his deep brown pupils, and keeps his hand there- splayed over your lower belly, pushing down with just enough pressure for his fingers to prod out from under your skin.

You gasp, feeling fuller somehow with the added force, feeling his fingers drag deeper against your walls. Within moments, your cunt clenches down around his digits, and he laughs in disbelief.

"again? baby c'mon you have a point to prove, don't you?"

Under any other circumstance, you would've bitten back, calling him some name, yelling some profanity- but now? Now you need him. You're so close, right on the edge of the water, ready to fall in, and only he can give you that last push. You know better than to open that smart mouth of yours right now.

"is this all it takes? y'know if you're gonna start off by being a brat- you gotta keep up with the act at least-"

"m'so-m'sorry-" you gasp, tugging against your restraints as you feel your high mere seconds away, "m'sorry please can I cum please I've been so good for you-"

Dokyeom nods, scissoring his fingers in and out of you more rapidly than before, and you cum with a scream, straining against the cloth binding your wrists as your orgasm rips through you like a whirlwind.

"that's my girl-" he sighs, placing a kiss to your inner thigh, while his fingers continue their movement inside you.

"Kyeom- oh- t-too much,"

Your cries fall on deaf ears, and he shoots you a sly grin.

It has been over an hour now, you're certain. Dokyeom's held you still and pulled orgasm after orgasm from you with his tongue, his fingers, both.

"p-please-" you whimper, tears streaming down your face as those long fingers slide into you once more.

"just one more, honey,"

Dokyeom presses tender kisses to your inner thighs- now wet with your slick- and pushes further into you.

"just one more for me, hm? you can do that for me, can't you baby?"

You nod, small sobs wracking your body. Of course you'll do this for him. You'll do anything for him. Plus, you can't say you aren't enjoying this-

"that's my girl."

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— it's the little things

paring. joshua x reader genre. fluff, bsf!joshua wc. 0.5k warning. reader has periods

synopsis. joshua being the most caring, wonderful boy :(

josh: hey, we r still going on that picnic right?

you: josh im sorry but i can we cancel?

you: i woke up with the worst cramps

you: and my apartments still a mess

you: plus i just left a massive stain on my sheets

you: sorry that was tmi

you: but srsly im so sorry for cancelling

you: i promise ill make it up to you

josh: im omw

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it isn’t the grand gestures that has your heart fluttering for joshua, instead, it’s the little things, like opening those annoying milk cartons or listening to you rant about the same thing for the umpteenth time or washing your period-stained sheets, like he’s doing now.

here you are, sitting on the toilet, watching your bestfriend apply stain remover on your brand-new white sheets that you had just put on your mattress a few days ago.

you watch the way he checks the sheet with a careful eye, making sure he doesn’t miss a single spot. you watch the way he carefully measures how much detergent he needs to put into the washing machine. you watch the way his eyes turn into crescents as he turns to you and chirps, all done!”

all you can do in response is grunt while clutching your stomach, resulting in joshua shooting you an sympathetic pout. he walks over to you and helps you up, guiding you to a chair in your bedroom, sitting you down then going off to cover your bare mattress with new sheets.

“you really didn’t have to come,” you say, watching him lift one corner of the bed.

“i wanted to.” he chuckles, tucking the sheet underneath the mattress, “i told you, don’t worry about it.

you let out a guilty sigh, he could be doing anything he wanted on a thursday at 10am, he could’ve just let you handle this all by yourself.

“but i can do this all myself… im not some helpless kid.”

“well, yeah. you can do it by yourself, but, i wanna do it for you.” you let out a sigh in response, “is it so bad letting someone help you out for once?” he gives you a small smile, “you’re not gonna kick me out just for wanting to spend time with my best friend, right?”

“i guess i won't.”

throughout the day joshua runs around your apartment making sure your needs were met. from making sure you’ve eaten, making sure the house is clean and making sure your cravings don’t say cravings for too long; even leaving during your haikyuu marathon to go buy you a crookie that you didn’t finish since you fell asleep half way through eating it.

joshua crooks his neck to see you passed out on his shoulder, making him smile. he presses a gentle kiss on the top of your head then rests his head on yours.

with joshua, it’s the little things that make you fall for him just a little more.

thank you for reading until the end!!

a/n. its been… WAY too long ive literally missed writing sm anyways heres a short one. i love writing josh bc hes genuinely the sweetest boy on the planet and hes literally so domestic what the frick

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— angel eyes | l.sm

⋆ summary; though seokmin and you are focused on building a good relationship, you both forget an integral part of it. sex.

⋆ pairings; seokmin x fem! reader ⋆ genre; smut, angst (a teeny bit), fluff, established relationship ⋆ w.c; 3.7k+ ⋆ warnings; soonyoung slander, they're both horny and didn't have sex for no reason, seokmin is a loveable idiot, insecurities, oral (m. & f. receiving), unprotected sex (she's on pills), creampie, he's shy and adorable, mentions of food. ⋆ a/n; ty to the anon that came up with this idea. man, i love writing this guy.

Seokmin takes a deep breath for the nth time and rolls down the windows. He sighs, unbuttoning his shirt a bit to rid the hotness in the car. His hand moves to turn up the air cooler, but he stops halfway, eyes falling on your figure. You’re curled up in the passenger seat, pulling his coat tighter around you. 

A soft smile graces his features as he shifts focus to the road again. The events of the night slip away from his mind easily as you replace them. Seokmin has never felt happier than with you. It’s easier to breathe around you, easy to be himself around you, easy to feel loved and love you back. Everything has been so easy, and he feels contempt with the relationship. 

In fact, Seokmin even planned on going on one knee just 3 months into the relationship. He couldn’t help it. Everything flew naturally with you. And just like that, certain things didn’t even occur to him. Too focused on being in love, you both completely forgot about an integral part of a relationship. Sex.

The hard thing (no pun intended) is this had only been brought out to the limelight when one of his friends, Soonyoung, joked about it, unknowingly after your first anniversary. “Oh? Have you both even done it?” 

Soonyoung did not expect the absolute silence that followed, which affirmed his statement. The air felt too thick for him, and he could hear his heart thrumming in his ear. The awkwardness quickly dissolved when Mingyu made a mess, and everyone jumped to bully him. Since then, it lingered in his mind like a ghost, and his cheeks burnt up coyly.

He wasn’t embarrassed, per se, but shy. He was never embarrassed about the relationship at any point. Always proud that you both were taking things slow and smooth, earning comments of marriage from others frequently. 

And it's not like Seokmin shied away from the topic of sex either. He is a gentleman, not an idiot. And a bit shy. 

Hence, exactly why he couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes the rest of the night. Soonyoungs joke shed a different light on you, and he found himself catching the details he usually missed.  Your cleavage that was slightly exposed when you bent forward, the curve of your ass when he placed his hand on your waist, the softness of your hips, and your soft, pretty lips, he found himself thinking about for the rest of the night. 

But you were seemingly unaffected by any of it. You were your usual self, and when he shied away from your eyes, you simply pinched his cheeks and kissed the corner of his lips to silently say, “it’s ok.” 

The kiss lingers on his skin warmly. He lifts his hand to caress your cheeks and smiles when you lean into his touch. But that smile drops when the strap of your dress falls, exposing your cleavage. With your curled-up position facing him, he can see it clearly.

Seokmin shifts his gaze back to the road, sporting a blush and a raging boner.

From then on, he had tried to initiate sex more often. Keyword; tried. 

He stopped by a convenience store to buy some condoms but ended up completely off the track and bought some of his childhood snacks.

“Honey, I’m home!” He announces, making his way to you with a big smile. You greet him back, “Hi baby,”

“You won’t believe what I found!” He exclaims, showing off the goods he bought, and you tilt your head, squinting at the plastic bags of snacks. “My childhood snacks! I actually went to buy-” Oh, right. He went to buy condoms. 

“Mhm, what did you want to buy?” you ask, fully focusing on him with a small smile. 

“I—well, uh.. I forgot.” He stutters under your gaze, and you chuckle, finding him adorable. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you take some of the snacks from his. “Come on, let’s store them.” 

“Huh? Ye—yeah.” 

...

At least he’s trying. 

He even googles up stuff! Countless articles pop up, and Seokmin is surprised to find that multiple people actually resonated with his problem. But it also worries him, and his heart sinks reading said articles — In a sexless relationship? Instant red flag! — Sexual incompatibility and its effects on long-term relationships — 6 ways to find out that your partner hates yo-

He slams the laptop shut and buried his face in his hands. Trying to ignore the lump in his throat, he rubs his face over and over again. Tears prick his waterline, and he can’t bite back the sob that rakes from his chest. What if you do hate him? 

The insecurity gnaws at his heart, and he feels disgusted with himself. Seokmin hugs the pillow for some comfort and falls asleep within minutes. 

God damn Soonyoung.

You groan out loudly, removing your hands from between your thighs and catching your breath. Ever since he brought it up, you found yourself like this often. Naked, horny, and sopping wet. You sigh heavily and turn around your bed, caressing his side of the bed. 

Your boyfriend is fucking hot. He’s the most gorgeous man you know. Call it an exaggeration, but it is true. He’s a piece of art. And you? Well, you’re a woman. 

A woman who has fallen head over heels for him. 

Getting to know him through the first months of your relationship, you came to know about his gentle nature, and as others say, he’s god-sent, something you can’t deny. He’s got it all. Personality, looks, a rare kind of optimism, and certainly a good dick. (yes. You were going through an album he shared with you, consisting of old pictures from college and school, and interestingly enough, there was a mirror selfie of his naked self, sporting a boner.) 

And being honest, Seokmin is quite naïve at times, and any horny feelings were unintentionally locked up in favor of taking things slow. You didn’t want to mess up things, and you see a future with him, leading to subconsciously pushing away intimate moments. 

That is until Soonyoung opened the floodgates.

You groan again. Just because Soonyoungs words elicited a positive response from you doesn’t mean the same for Seokmin. He couldn’t even look at you after that, and with much of your efforts, you brought the relationship back to normal. But things are going south again, with him seemingly avoiding you. It is hard to do so when you are actively living with someone, but he is pent-up at work lately. 

With another curse, you sit up, determined to set things straight, Not by talking, but by some other means. 

He’s always stressed and tense from work, and what better stress-buster there is than sex? Checking the time, you smirk. There’s more than enough time to make extra preparations as well.

...

You’re lying on the bed again with a giddy feeling as you anxiously wait for your boyfriend to return him. You bite your lip, resisting the urge to check yourself in the mirror again. You bathed, sprayed his favorite perfume, and applied a bit of gloss, wanting to keep it natural. You’re wearing sexy white lingerie, not too provocative and not too boring, it was perfect. And since you didn’t want to give your boyfriend a heart attack, you wore one of his t-shirts, covering the lingerie. 

The sound of the front door opening has you sitting up in a frantic and your heart races when you hear his usual “Honey, I’m home!” you take deep breaths to ease your nerves and go outside to greet him. His back is turned to you as he removes his shoes and places them on the rack at the entrance. You hug his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into his upper back. 

“Missed you,” you pout. You missed him so fucking much. Seokmin was taking mental escapes, and it really hurt to not see his usual happy-go-lucky self. 

He freezes under your touch, and you sigh. He turns in your embrace and smiles sweetly at you, murmuring a soft, “missed you too.” Before slotting his lips on yours. Your hands come up to hold his face and deepen the kiss. He hums against your lips, one of his hands move to your waist and the other to your face. 

He breaks the kiss, but not before another sweet peck. But you pull him in for another by grabbing his tie. He gasps when you bite his lip, giving you the perfect chance to slip in your tongue. He pulls you flush against him, fingers digging into your waist. You caress his hair and wrap your arms around his shoulder. The feeling of his tongue on yours is ecstatic, and you drown yourself in his scent.

You walk backward, slowly leading him to the bedroom. You gasp when he lifts you, and you wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto him. He gasps for breath and walks into the bedroom. Seokmin knows where this is leading, but he hasn’t processed any of what is happening now. 

He’s drunk on your scent, and the way you look at him makes him oblige to you, like a man lured by a siren. You don’t cease your kisses but reduce them to pecks and slowly move from his lips to his neck. He grunts lowly, feeling you sucking and nibbling on his sensitive skin. 

He sets you down on the bed, quickly moving to undo his tie, but you pull him down to the bed and straddle his hips. You bite back a moan, feeling his hard cock graze your thigh and continue your attack on his neck. He tilts his neck, giving you space, and rests his hands on your bare thighs, slowly moving them under the tee to your—oh.

The reality of what is happening dawns upon him as his fingers graze the lazy material of your panties. Seokmin gently pulls you away, gripping your shoulders as he looks at you with a bewildered look. 

“Shit. Do—do you not want this?” he watches your face morph through multiple emotions, and he notices the tears forming. 

“Wait, no. No! that’s not—wait. Please?” You nod, waiting for him. 

But Seokmin cannot form a word for the life of him, and he panics, uttering continuous ‘I’s and ‘uhm’s. He gives up, sighing and catching your eyes on him. Fuck. His cock twitches in his pants, and he can’t help the nasty thoughts that form in his mind. 

“Just,” he breathes in, closing his eyes before finding yours again. “Fuck me, please.”

You close the gap between you two, kissing his lips tenderly. Gently pushing him back, you make him lay on the mattress without breaking the kiss. You sigh against his lips, resting your forehead on his and silently searching for reassurance in his eyes. That reassurance comes with him pushing your hips down to his. 

You sit up, smiling prettily at him before removing his t-shirt. His eyes widen, and his mouth falls agape as he sits up to have a better look. You wore this for him? He rests his hand on your thighs, fixating his eyes on your breasts. You giggle, “you like it?” he nods wordlessly before switching positions. 

Seokmin looks down at your figure, “So pretty.” He whispers before kissing your neck, licking the skin, and nibbling on it. He kisses further and further down till he reaches the valley of your breasts. He looks up at you, catching your eager eyes and shit. The newfound confidence fades away, and his cheeks burn up. 

To add to his shyness, you lift yourself up, undoing the bra and flinging it into some corner. You guide his hands to your breasts, and your nipples harden immediately under his touch. You moan, pushing your chest out, encouraging him to do whatever he fucking wants. 

But you did not expect him to right away wrap his lips on your pebbled nipples as his hand toys with the other. You whimper and moan, turning putty in his hands. His tongue circles around your nipple before he sucks on it. Your panty sticks to your core like a second skin, and you feel more arousal drip through the material. 

He switches to the other one, sucking so diligently on it. Before he could go further below, you stop him. “Wait. I want to see you too.” You whisper breathlessly. 

You help him undress and bite your lips, soaking in his figure. Watching as he slips off his pants, you feel yourself grow hotter. Seokmin looks like what you could only describe as a walking wet dream. Your eyes dart all over his figure. Wide shoulders and strong biceps complemented by a firm chest and a toned abdomen. And, thick thighs complementing his—oh, god. 

Your eyes widen, and your mouth waters as you see the outline of his cock. He’s thick and big. Enough to pleasure you and not enough to hurt. So, in total, it’s perfect. You just want him to bruise your insides and-

Seokmin holds your chin, gently tilting your head up to make you look at him. You look at him through your eyelashes and pout lightly at him while arching your back and closing your arms to push your breasts together.

His cock twitches, leaking pearls of precum that stained his boxers. His chest fills with confidence at the way you are reacting to him. Even he cannot comprehend what he's doing. Your effect on him is that powerful. 

He takes you by surprise and kneels on the floor. It's his turn to look at you through his lashes, big brown eyes staring at you with need. You lick your lips, watching him as he pulls you to the edge and spreads your legs. He kisses your heat through the lacy material and licks at the patch formed by your arousal. His nose presses against your clit, and you gasp, feeling all the bones in your body weaken as he has his way with you. 

Pulling away, he slides his fingers under the hem of your panties and peels it off you, leaving you bare. It joins the pile of clothes, and he dives right in, licking and kissing your folds. “Fuck!” you arch your back and push your cunt onto his face. His nose directly presses against your clit, and you moan as he basically fucking makes out with your cunt. 

You close your legs around his head and tangle your fingers with his locks, pushing him further. He sucks on the little bundle of nerves, then circles his tongue around it with occasional kitten licks. You tug at his hair harshly, and your moans fill the room along with wet sounds as he eats you out. Feeling the orgasm inching closer, you force his mouth off you. 

“Need you,” you whimper, grabbing his face and kissing him. He moans into your mouth as you roughly push your tongue past his lips, tasting yourself on him. His cock twitches with need when you rake your nails down his nape and shoulders. Seokmin grows hotter, thinking about your hands pumping his cock as you suck on his tip. 

You pull away to get down on your knees and hook your finger under the hem of his boxers as he stands up. You pull it down, gawking at his hard, twitching cock, and take him in your hands. His cock rests heavy in your hands, and you couldn’t care less about the cold floor biting your knees. You give the tip an experimental lick, tasting his precum while batting your eyelashes up at him. 

You grin, satisfied when he throws his head back, groaning at a small lick. Without warning, you take half of his length in your mouth, eyes rolling back at the feeling of it resting heavily on your tongue. He tangles his fingers in your hair, looking down at you while he moans a string of curses. Wrapping your fingers around his base, you pump his length and swirl your tongue around his tip. 

You bounce your head up and down his cock, getting used to his girth. You pull away momentarily, and a string of saliva connects your lips to his tip. Licking your lips, you maintain eye contact with him and wrap your lips around his length once again. But this time, you take his full length in your mouth, gagging and enjoying how he fills you up. You hold his thighs for support, sliding his cock out fully before taking him again. 

You do this a couple of times and feel him twitching in your mouth. Seokmin pulls your mouth off his cock, biting his lips in vain to prevent moaning at the erotic sight before him. You know how to put that mouth to use. A few more seconds and he would’ve cummed down your throat. 

With a huff, he pulls you up and backs you to the bed. You lay on the soft sheet, letting him take control. You gasp when he teases his tip on your folds, coating it in your arousal, and he moans, feeling your warmth and wetness. His tip nears your entrance, stretching past your folds, and then—

“Shit. Condoms,” he curses, eyes snapping towards yours in worry. You chuckle, finding your dumbfounded boyfriend adorable. “I’m on pills. Don’t worry.”  

His eyebrows crease, “Since when?”

“Since that dinner. Couldn’t stop thinking about you and your cock.” 

A light blush settles on his cheek, and he smiles at you, shaking his head. He pushes his hair back to calm himself down, and you sigh, finding him hot. There he sits on his knees, between your legs, and a coat of sweat glistens on his skin. He looks ethereal and hot. Yeah, you’d let him rearrange your insides. 

He chuckles, finding your lusty eyes ogling him. “You’re making me shy!” 

And you hook your arms under your knees, pulling your legs to your chest. You bite your lips with a sultry look on your face, and he groans, watching your pussy glisten under the light. He readjusts himself, feeling your folds with his tip again. 

You gasp and moan as his length fills you up, stretching your walls. You haven’t had sex in over a year, and you’re feeling the effects now. Tears well up, and you close your eyes, attempting to adjust to his length. Seokmin leans down, kissing your tears away, and you open your eyes, finding his chocolate eyes staring at you with love and lust.

“Shit. Is it too much? I can pull out, baby.” He softly says, voice laced with concern. You shake your head, whispering a ‘no.’ You lift your head up, slotting your lips against his.

You hook your hands around his nape, deepening the kiss. He holds your waist as you wrap your legs around his hips, holding still till you adjust. Your gummy walls grip his length tightly, making his head spin. After a few moments, you pull away from the kiss, taking a deep breath and nodding at him. 

Seokmin pulls out slowly, leaving only his tip in before slowly sinking back. You both moan in unison when he fills up again. He does this a few times before settling into a comfortable and pleasurable pace. You moan with each snap of his hips towards yours, eyes rolling back in pleasure. His cock kisses your walls in all the right places.

His moans mix with yours in the bedroom, along with the sounds of your hips meeting. Your cunt squeezes his cock, and the wetness allows him to easily slide his cock in and out of you. The feeling of your arousal coating his cock is sinful, and your naked skin on his makes warmth pool in his chest. 

He catches your lips in a sensual kiss, slowing down his pace. His tongue slides against yours easily, wandering your mouth. Your arousal drips down, sticking to his balls with each thrust. You bite his lower lip, making him whine into your mouth, and fasten his pace a bit. You slide your hand between your bodies to stimulate your clit, but he beats you to it.

Long, slender fingers rub at your clit, drawing in your orgasm. You buck your hips up, desperately meeting his cock and fingers. Seokmin moans when you clench his cock, speeding up his climax. You whine, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, and he feels his cock twitch as well. His pace stutters, turning erratic as he kisses you messily. 

With a moan of his name, you cum on his cock and hold onto him for dear life. He follows suit, hips stuttering to a halt as ribbons of cum paint your walls. He rests his forehead on yours, trying to catch his breath. You sigh in bliss, his warm cum filling you up to the brim. 

He pulls out, falling to your side and instantly pulling you into a cuddle. His cum oozes out, and it should feel dirty, but it doesn’t. Instead, it feels like home, warm and cozy, with his cum filling up your cunt. 

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear, and you giggle, feeling his breath tickle you. You can’t see him, but you feel his smile. “I love you too, baby.” And you giggle again when he kisses your neck, accidentally tickling you again.

His strong hands wrap around you comfortingly. And a serene silence envelops you both. Only for a while, though, “should I order pizzas?” 

You heartily laugh, slapping his chest lightly, and peck his cheeks. He adorably grins at you, pulling you closer. You rest your head on his chest, hugging him with a lazy smile. 

“Was that ok?” he voices out.

“Hmm, the pizza?” 

His chest reverberates as he chuckles, “No—I mean yes. That’s also there but…” 

“Was the … sex good?” he finishes, and you look up, meeting his curious eyes tinged with insecurity. But you smile brightly at him, nodding, “The best I’ve ever had.” His eyes widen before he squints at you playfully. 

“Don’t lie, it was that good?”

“Yep. 10/10. Best cock in the world.”

You both laugh, and he adds, “your...” He coughs, “uhhh...” He gives up, gesturing towards your heat and nodding in acknowledgment. Your body shakes with laughter, and he hides his face shyly. You remove his hands and kiss his face, hugging him closer. Silence settles again, and you feel contempt in his arms before he speaks again. 

“Also, pizza ok?” 

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haiii!!>< can you do another woozi bf text?

here you go~ i love doing his texts fr

bf texts with woozi!

character: lee jihoon

genre(s): fake texts, smau, texts, crack, fluff

masterlist

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💬🗯️💭 THOUGHTS ???

one shot smau’s about svt being horrifically down abysmal in chronological order

you might have some serious problems idk w jeonghan!

jeonghan plotting so that he can go on a date with the girl he saw in the library

there’s something seriously wrong with you too idk w joshua!

joshua fakes being a doctor so that the pretty girl in his class notices him

you might be an idiot idk w scoups!

scoups joins the basketball team so his crush notices him and his friends wingman for him

you need to get some help idk w jun!

jun pretending to be a tutor to get ask his crush out on a date

i think you need to have a discussion with a therapist idk w hoshi!

hoshi going the extra twenty miles to prove he should date you

ur still stupid idk w wonwoo

wonwoo wants to show you he’s your ideal guy that you tweet about

just tell her idk w woozi!

woozi helping your ‘little’ cousin with a music project because he’s scared of directly asking you out

i might’ve lost my mind idk w dokyeom!

dokyeom gets a dog bc the girl he likes wants one

you seem a little desperate idk w mingyu!

mingyu bothering the tl with his thirst traps for the girl he has a crush on

at least you’re determined idk w minghao!

minghao trying to make you confess after you guys had beef in high school

you make some poor decisions idk w seungkwan!

seungkwan says he’ll petsit for u

ur a little extra idk w vernon!

vernon starts a skincare brand to impress u

u need to get a grip idk w dino!

dino blowing his bank account to impress u

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