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hoonspingu

6 months ago

"Let Me Watch"

📸 Pairing: Jeong Yunho x afab reader

📸 Summary: You miss your boyfriend on tour and he won't stop looking at you and biting his lip- he just wants to watch you get off he says

📸 WC: 673

📸 AU: idol!boyfriend

📸 Genre: pwp, smut, idol

📸 Warning(s): 18+ rating, smut, phone sex, use of toys, dirty talk, praise.

📸 Nets: @pirateeznet | @mirohs-aurora-society

"Yuyu-" You whined out, rolling onto your back and staring up at the phone screen where your boyfriend's face was. "Don't make that face at me- you aren't here to fix it."

Yunho released his lip from his teeth to chuckle, running his hand over his jaw instead. "You have that toy don't you? I have a couple more weeks before I can come out your way." He pouted out, pushing himself up on his elbows more and propping his phone on his hotel bed.

You blushed, glancing at your end table before back at the screen. "Do you have your own room this time? Last time Yeosang-"

"He didn't see anything, I promise." He bit down on his lip again, flustering you even more. "Please baby? Let me watch? I miss you."

It had been a few weeks, you had tried this at the start of their tour and it hadn't gotten far before Yeosang left the shower early. Both of you had scrambled to cover up, but he had hung up too quickly for you to know if Yeosang had seen anything: whether it was your cunt on display for the camera or Yunho stroking his cock, either would have been embarrassing to say the least.

So if he was really certain, and looking at you like that, you couldn't say no could you?

Moments later he had his face dangerously close to to screen again, biting his lip as he watched you push the thick silicone dildo deep. He adjusted his headphones, turning up the volume so he could hear your moans better.

You had wanted to use the vibrator as well, yet he said not yet. You listened, enjoying the praise as he called you a good girl for taking the toy so well. "Yuyu~" You moaned out, lifting your head to watch the phone screen between your legs, panting when you noticed how he was squirming on the other side. "Want you in me. Miss your cock so much."

"I know Baby girl, but you're doing so good for me. Show me how you want me to take care of you when I get back." His voice was low, twisting the knot in your stomach further. "Let me watch you come undone. Come for me."

"O-okay." You wanted to be good for him, brows pushed up as you focused on the screen, taking note he was humping something; a pillow maybe? His hand? You wanted it to be you so badly. Wanted the toy to be his cock, wanted him to be the one pushing in and stretching you out.

He groaned when you twisted the toy inside you, moaning out his name more for him. Encouraging words filled the space, low and strained.

Just a bit more, faster, harder. He egged you on, face so close to the screen and still biting his lip and looking at you like he wanted to eat you up. He only tore his eyes away when they rolled back from his own climax, mouth hanging open in a perfect O. You had forced yourself to watch even as your juices squirted out onto the screen. It was as close to coming on his face as you would get any time soon.

Seconds later you were holding the phone up to try and clean it, catching your breath as rested his cheek on his fist catching his own.

The full realization of what you had just done hit and your cheeks burned. "I hate you so much sometimes." You pouted out at him.

"Then you can hate me more when I make you do that again when I'm there. Rather have you cum on my face pretty girl." He smiled, chuckling when you got even more flustered. "I hear the door, I need to clean up. I love you baby, call you tomorrow?" He pushed himself up, showing you his ruined boxers and the pillow case he most definitely left a wet spot on.

It oddly just made you miss him more.

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animegeek256

5 months ago

Needy Nerd

🍑Pairing: fashion major Hongjoong x college student afab reader

🍑Summary: When you volunteered to model for the fashion department of your university, you never expected to be paired with an adorable nerdy guy... who just so happened to be quite needy in a way you sort of enjoyed

🍑WC: 3.4k

🍑AU: college au

🍑Genre: smut, pwp

🍑Warning(s): 18+ rating, degradation, 'Mommy' Kink, dacryphilia, cum-eating, penetration with no barrier. names like "fuck toy, naughty boy" and others used on Hongjoong. Pervert bottom Hongjoong, some impact play, dom reader

🍑Nets: @pirateeznet | @mirohs-aurora-society

🍑 dividers by: @cafekitsune

🍑One of eight of the Pervert Ateez collab with other members of pirateeznet. (Will link the others when they're released!)

@bunnliix :Seonghwa: || @skteezcursed :Yunho: || @desirehorizon :Yeosang: "Debilitate" || @flurrys-creativity :San: "Limerence" || @mingsolo :Mingi: || @daddyfordaeddy :Wooyoung: "Décolletage" || @sanjoongie :Jongho: "Bad Pup"

🍑 Special thanks to: @callmeghostly, @bunnliix and @yourlocaljonghoe for brainstorming <3 And uh, this is also now my favorite piece. fr altered my brain chemistry ^^'

“You’re Hongjoong right? Kim Hongjoong?”

The black haired man, or boy, looked up at you through big glass frames that dwarfed his face much like everything else he wore. From the thick brown wool of his old fashioned sweater, to the large worn out leather bag slung across his body; the way he was sitting on the cafeteria bench did not help at all, legs pulled to his chest with one of the course books open on his thighs. The book he had been reading before you walked up to him and called out.

“That’s me, who’s asking?” He stretched his legs out and put the bookmark in the pages before shutting it.

You gave your name, cocking your hip and placing your hand on the curve. “I’m your model for your fashion project it seems.” When you had signed up on a whim for some extra credit, you didn’t expect to be paired with someone who dressed with clothes from your grandpa’s closet, hoping whatever fit he put you in wouldn’t make you the laughing stock of your friends.

His face lit up, breaking into a wide grin where the corners of his lips dimpled in. “Oh right! I kept meaning to find you.” He sat up more, legs thrown to the ground as he patted the bench next to him. “Sit. We can talk about planning and exchange contact information?” He was much more confident than you initially gave him credit for, and cuter.

You sat down, setting your bag next to you and watching him as he pulled out a hefty binder from his bag and set it on the table. He was quiet as he flipped through the pages, but you were still watching. The longer your eyes were on him though, the more flustered he got, almost squirming by the time he got to whatever he was looking for. “H-here.” He pushed it in your direction, showing off a very poorly drawn clothing design.

You frowned, brow scrutinizing the page as if it would make it make sense. “What am I looking at?”

He huffed, pulling it back. “My design for this project! It’s just a rough sketch but-”

“Rough sketch? Buddy that looks like a two year old drew a shirt on a stick figure.” You retorted without thought, immediately feeling guilty when his cheeks burned darker. “Sorry that was harsh.”

He shrugged, shutting the book. “You aren’t wrong though. The design is part of the grade unfortunately and I don’t do the best there, so I have to come up with a design that passes with flying colors to make up for it.”

You leaned forward, offering a smile and placing your hand over his. You didn’t know why but you wanted him to be successful, maybe it was the cuteness aggression since he looked like a small pouty squirrel? “It’s okay Hongjoong, I’ll be the best model I can for you! We’ll get you the best grade we can.”

He seemed even more flustered now, but encouraged by your words based on his smile. He was just a cute little nerd, you thought.

Boy were you wrong.

The project was for his final, the fashion department working together to put on a large fashion show for the end of the year festival, but they had been short models and were offering a little cash and a little extra credit for anyone else in the university that wanted to participate. How did you manage with perhaps the biggest perv in the department?

At first you thought you were just misinterpreting words and touches, but they kept happening. He’d adjust your clothes constantly, always make sure he was behind you when walking, offer to go to your apartment to work on the clothes, and go so far as to walk with you to and from work. You thought he was just being a gentleman.

Then you noticed it. The way his touch would linger if he touched your skin, seeming flustered. The way his breath would hitch when he walked behind you, especially if you wore a skirt. The few times you swore he moved something in your apartment or something went missing when he left like a dirty shirt you left out, or your water bottle had been moved or he spent far too much time in your bathroom.

Any excuse he could conjure up to touch you. To be around you. To especially come into your apartment and better yet: your room. He would get flustered, grinning as if out of breath, and a glossy look in his eyes.

What really gave it away was the fittings. He’d have you model for him often in the two outfits he was building, even making a third “just in case”, all revealing and requiring you to stand in your bra and underwear. You weren’t shy about your body, so you hadn’t minded, not at first anyways… not until things got, well intense.

He’d run his hands over your bare skin, fix your bra and underwear and cup your tits and ass, admiring them with that look on his face. He’d quickly say he was just adjusting them for the outfit, but you knew better.

Yet you never once called him out on it. You wish he would ask, admit it, maybe then you’d let him play with you a bit because damn his small hands felt so good on your body. His attention had your stomach knotting up, underwear wet, and daydreams full of his pervert expression.

Your final straw? Spotting a pair of your dirty underwear in his bag as he started packing up for perhaps the last time. The clothes were done, all that was left was picking out shoes and the actual show so he had no reason to come over multiple days of the week.

Scoffing, you adjusted your tee shirt you just threw on and strode over, reaching into his bag while calling his name. “What the fuck Joong?” You held up the fabric, turning to him and taking in his pale, bug eyed expression.

“I-I can explain.”

“If it’s some stupid excuse other than the truth I don’t want to hear it.” You stepped closer, watching the fabrics fall to the ground as he scrambled back. You huffed again, reaching out and pushing him onto the bed. “Pervert. Admit it. You’re a fucking pervert and want nothing more than for me to ride your sorry excuse for a cock?”

He whined, whined, at your degradation, gripping the bed sheets to keep from touching you. “I- that’s not-” He couldn’t look at you.

You scoffed again, bringing the underwear to his face. “You know, I got off in these. Rubbed myself on a dildo just to soak them.” You climbed onto his lap, underwear the only thing covering your bottom as you pressed down on his slacks, pleased to feel him growing hard under you. “Just-” You grinded up against the bulge “-like-” then down, “-this.” He moaned out as you repeated the motion, now grabbing your hips.

“Y-You did?” He gasped out, torn between staring at the underwear and watching the way you grinded down on him.

Your hips were still moving, but you lifted yourself just enough to take some of the pressure off his cock, smirking as he whined in protest. “Mmm I did. Almost thought about recording it for you.” You tease, laughing breathlessly when he bucked his hips up.

It was cute how he looked beneath you, pupils blown wide and pretty lips parted as he panted. His tongue ran over his lips, slicking them and giving you a wonderful idea. When he opened his mouth to reply, you shoved the panties between his teeth, stomach flipping at the pure pornographic moan he let out around the fabric. His eyes rolled back as he desperately bucked again, painted nails digging into your hips as he tried to pull you down on his cock.

“You like the taste of soiled panties that much? Disgusting.” You spat out, pleased when he squirmed more beneath you. He was enjoying the shame, so willing beneath you without question or complaint. You wondered how far you could go with him, how much could you push him?

He nodded, lifting his eyes to yours, the desire in them taking your breath away as it was the only potent emotion you could make out in his otherwise hazy vision. You were sure that same desire reflected in your own eyes. He spoke around the cloth, or well tried to, just to moan around them.

He was sucking on them the next second, the sound going right to your core. You wanted to use him, but instead your body reacted differently, palm hitting the side of his cheek just for him to moan louder. “I didn’t say you could suck on them.” You chastised, taking them out just to scoff as he chased them. You slapped him again, this time with the panties. “Behave, bad boys don’t get good things.”

“But- I- please. You taste so good.” He stammered out, releasing your his to grab at the underwear, his desperation just making you throb more.

Spurred on by his actions, you grabbed his wrists and began to tie them together with the panties, hiding a smile at how compliant he became the second he realized what you were doing. “Oh now you want to listen? Filthy pervert, you are just begging for me to use you aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes please use me. Fuck I want you to use me so badly Mommy, please please.” He rasped out in broken cries, bringing the panties to his pretty lips to lick at them more while rolling his hips up against your core.

Every sound he made, every word, was a chill up your spine and sparking your brain in all the right ways. You had been a bit put off by his pervertedness when you first realized it, but now… well you were apparently just as big a pervert because you loved it.

Loved the whiny, begging man under you even more. “Since you asked so nicely, Mommy can't help herself. But I won’t if you keep touching those panties. Even filthy little toys like you know how to obey yeah?”

He nodded fervently, letting his hands sit on his chest as he clasped them to keep from playing with them. His glasses were skewed, hair a mess, and drool coated his lips and chin already; some of your filth too probably.

Smirking proudly, you climbed down him, leaning forward to press a kiss to the bulge in his slacks just to tease him. Your hand had pressed down on his thigh to keep him from chasing your lips but he still whined.

“So fucking pathetic how needy you are.” You chastised, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down roughly. He lifted his hips to help, watching as you tossed aside his pants, breath lodging in his throat as you stared unashamedly at the wet patch in his underwear. “So much… did the little pervert cum already?”

He shook his head, knuckles white from how tightly he was gripping them together. “N-no. But close. Still so close Mommy. Do you want me to come? I will. I’ll cum as many times as Mommy wants me to. Any way Mommy wants me to.”

You had no doubt in your mind he would, once again tempted to test how far you could take that knowledge. But you were also so fucking turned on, so desperate for him in turn despite your cool, detached tone as you continued to degrade him.

You pulled his underwear off roughly, yanking down his cock in the process and earning a cry from him as his back arched, cock slapping back onto his stomach and leaking even more. Oh it was so pretty, you wanted a taste. Maybe next time.

He was whimpering as he shut his eyes, trembling to the point you could see his thighs clenching with the effort to stay still. Which he did manage to stay still. It was almost disappointing that he did.

So you scoffed, finger running up his cock before you gripped it harshly, scoffing. “Your dick is just as pathetic as you are. Do you really think this will satisfy me? You think you can make Mommy cum with this?” He was maybe average in size, a little bigger, but that you just couldn't pass up the opportunity to insult him; not when it had him whining louder and leaking on your hand.

“I promise it will Mommy. Promise. Use me any way you want, promise you’ll love it.” He whined out with broken pleas as his fucked out gaze followed your movements when you pulled away. Protests died the second your shirt came off, bare tits on display for him. He licked his lips, hands reaching up just to be slapped back down. “Please Mommy, wanna suck on them.”

“You have to earn that by proving you aren't as pathetic as you seem.” You moved so he could watch you pull your underwear off, now holding up the freshly soil underwear on display so he could see that despite your words, you were enjoying this so much: enjoying him so much. “Look at what you made me do. I ruined another pair because of you. You’re going to have to clean these.” You demanded, bringing them to his very eager lips. He lifted up to pull the wet fabric between his teeth, moaning at the fresh taste of your arousal.

It was so fucking hot how pathetic and desperate he was for you, but the scene wasn’t perfect. He continued to suck and moan around your panties while you swung your legs over his, pushing his shirt up and over his head until the fabric was to his elbows, his arms outstretched and torso now bare to you.

This was the first time you got to see him so exposed, his pretty waist and slightly toned stomach, but his tits, particularly the fact they weren’t just flat chest bone like you expected, was a pleasant surprise. You kept his glasses on him, you wanted him to see this after all, and leaned down to take one of his pretty pink nipples in between your mouth.

His reaction had your head spinning. He cried out around your underwear, back arching to put more of him in your mouth. You pushed his hips back down, feeling how taunt his muscles were beneath your hands as you flattened your tongue against his pebbled nipple. Biting down had him writhing beneath you, moaning louder around the fabric until only one word could be deciphered.

You pulled away in time to watch ropes of white splurt out of his cock and onto his stomach, your breath hitching at the sight he was. His head had fallen back, drool running out of the corner of his mouth and pants loud despite the fabric muffling him. He was tugging at the sheets above his head, his thighs flexing again and again under you as his climax coursed through him.

He was so fucking pretty like this, that you wanted to see it again and again. In fact you were upset with yourself for not feeling it inside you.

You wanted to cum so badly that you waited only long enough for his cock to stop leaking cum before you were grabbing it and lining it up with your entrance. Before you pushed down, you pulled the underwear out of his mouth just so you would be able to hear him.

His head snapped up when he felt your slick lips on his tip, his neck veins prominent as he literally held his breath to watch you sink down on him. You took it slow, your own mouth falling open at the sensation while he moaned out deeply.

Only when you bottomed out did his head fall back, becoming a begging babble for you. “Mommy feels so good. So tight. Fuck please use me. Use me so good. Mommy please. Milk me, fuck me so good I can only think of Mommy.”

As much as you wanted to hear it, there was still that side of you that wanted to degrade him, so you used the wet panties to swipe up his cum and then shoved it back in his mouth with a pleased hum. “Mommy’s turn to cum so be a good toy and just take it. That’s all a disgusting pervert like you is good for yeah? Being used as a fucking toy for Mommy.”

He was sucking on the underwear again, moaning around the fabric as he stared up at you with half lidded hazy eyes. It only took one roll of your hips before he was pliant and fucked dumb beneath you. It was astonishing how close you were already to cumming, all the teasing and toying having riled you up just as much as him.

So you used him, the second your walls were used to him you were rolling your hips and slamming down on him with reckless abandon. His cock was still sensitive, the fabric muffling his moans but they were still loud. You reached for his nipples again, pinching and pulling at them both until he was squirming under you again.

“Such a sensitive perv, so disgusting and filthy and you fucking love it don’t you? You’re so glad I caught you. You wanted to get caught. Wanted Mommy to find you disgusting and punish you.” You spat out but it lacked the cool tone from before, your own pleasure slipping into each word as you were slamming down hard enough on his cock the sound was echoing in the room.

He nodded, but didn’t respond. You reached for his hair, yanking the strands and resulting in his glasses falling from his face even more. “Didn’t you?”

He could only nod again, but his muffled words were understandable enough. As well as the word ‘cum’ again. Eager to feel him pulsing and filling up your pussy, you kept your pace and tugged harder on both his hair and his nipple.

His cry was exquisite, so was the feeling of his hot cum filling you up while his cock was twitching between your tight walls. You clenched down to milk him for all he was worth, now noticing tears pooling in his lashes.

You came the second the first drop slid down his temple and into his hair, hips rolling to a slow space to ride out your high as you moaned for him, getting close to his ear and feeling him shiver at your breath against his skin.

Shutting your eyes for a moment, you took the underwear out of his mouth and just listened to his heavy breaths and whines; the incoherent words that sounded like praises and thanks.

Once you regained your own senses enough, you sat back up, staring down at him as he blinked away the remaining tears to refocus on you as well. With a wicked grin, you pointed down, waiting until his head was lifted before slipping off his cock. You leaned back on his knee, using your free hand to spread your pussy lips for him, feeling his cum and your arousal immediately slip out and onto his softening dick. “Take a good look at how well Mommy used you, naughty boy. Was it everything you ever dreamed of?”

He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing and veins more prominent as he clenched his jaw. “A-almost.” When you quirked a brow, he rushed on. “Would be better if my cum was dripping out of you while you walk the runway in my designs. Please Mommy? I’ll do anything for that.”

Your eyes went wide at his fantasy, imagining it yourself. Your tongue darted out as the image lit a fire in your core again. “Anything baby?” He nodded. “Mm… I think Mommy can do that. For her favorite little pervert.”

He beamed at your words, and you smiled right back.

It ended up being quite thrilling to have so many eyes on you while you wore his designs with his cum packed in your pussy and ruining your underwear. The same underwear you shoved in his mouth after the show, just to pack your cunt full of him all over again.

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animegeek256

5 months ago

CIY CH 23

Chapter Twenty-Three

📍Pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective afab reader 📍Summary: "Made for you" 📍WC: 3.1k 📍AU: detective/mafia 📍Genre: action, dark themes, poly romance 📍Warning(s): 18+ rating, some angst, suggestive 📍Nets: @pirateeznet | @mirohs-aurora-society 📍Beta readers (and sole motivation): @flurrys-creativity , @candypop1611 , @yourfatherlucifer , @skteezcursed and edited(usually) by the amazing: @daemour 📍dividers made by: @cafekitsune

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The two of you shared a moment before you pulled away, finding the spark of tenderness in his eyes alarming. Despite the trust you just spoke of, it was still hard to lean into it without anxiety.

Others had shown you tenderness.

“So, you said you wanted to know my feelings right? Now that everything is on the table.” You glanced down at your drink, only for your eyes to flicker up when you thought he flinched- but his expression was the same, just a new tilt to his head.

“Right right. Though I think I understand already, Angel. We're growing on you aren't we? But you're scared? After the way your last unit handled things, I can understand that-”

You sighed when he trailed off. “But not entirely huh?” At his nod, you know it's your turn to indulge some personal information. “It was more than just a betrayal of comrades. I was close with them, considered them family. Mingi didn't… he didn't tell you all?”

He shook his head, his undivided attention on you now, listening with encouragement that was making this talk a bit easier. “He said a few choice things about Captain Chan but otherwise didn't go into details why his negative feelings were so strong. We assumed he just felt that strongly about you, considering he admitted to punching him and pretending to be your boyfriend during an altercation.” The corners of his lips turned up vaguely, which you assumed was due to your own flustered expression.

You were touched by Mingi's feelings, remembering his many attempts to prove he did like you and wanted you. As well as the fact that he hadn’t seemed to give up details about your harsh rejection, just how he had stepped in and played the rough hero you hadn't wanted but needed. “I see… I owe him an apology then. I assumed he had told you all about what happened.”

“Camera in the hall. We have Mingi bring women there because we can get surveillance footage of it all up to when He takes them inside. So… Yeosang indulged a bit and we didn't give Mingi a choice. Though he didn't go into details…”

You sighed, somewhat appeased. “Yunho made a comment… So I assumed.”

“Ah, Yunho is a different story. Those two tell each other everything. They grew up together. Would you be comfortable telling me?” It was the fact he was asking, putting your comfort first, that eased your nerves enough.

So you told him, recounting the story with a detached tone to make it easier on yourself. You told him of how you confessed to Chan supposedly, how the next time you saw him he served you with the transfer papers. You told him of your outburst immediately after, demanding the others to tell you who agreed you should transfer since Chan said it was a team decision. Minho, you're best friend had agreed and he hasn't contacted you. And then there was Felix.

That's how you were banned from contact because of the hell you raised. Changbin had to remove you from the office with some uniforms, an ugly sight. The man had no doubt sported a bruise or two on his face afterwards.

You told him about Felix, how you were sure you had loved him, and that you couldn't have faulted him for it. He thought he was looking out for you. Always sweet intentions.

You ended the story with the altercation in front of your apartment, playing with the empty beverage cup and unable to keep the emotion in your tone as you told him of Chan's confession before Mingi stepped in.

Silence followed, the air heavy and weighing down on your shoulders. The longer it lasted, the more anxious you became until you finally sparred a glance at him. After pouring your heart out, figuratively, pure undiluted anger was not what you expected to see on his face.

“Angel… I-” He started off, gaping like a fish as he seemed to struggle with what to say. The way his expression hardened like cold steel, eyes still burning with that ire as he glanced behind you, had you shifting to turn. “Don't turn around. You have some bad luck it seems.”

You were quite confused until you heard it, heard them. “Chan, that's not what I'm saying at all.”

“Then what are you implying Minho?” The sound of chairs scraping behind you slid up your spine like nails on a chalkboard. “First her, then Hyunjin, now Felix. I'm losing the hold on the unit.” The familiar gruff voice told you just how stressed he was, and you knew he hadn't been sleeping again.

Guilt grabbed at you as if this was your fault, hands bracing on the table to stand up and leave because like hell you wanted to stick around and listen to this. To let them hurt you even more.

Yet Seonghwa's hand reached out and grabbed your wrist, shaking your head and bringing a finger to his lips. Whatever game he wanted to play, while it confused you, your hands relaxed and you stayed silent.

“Hyunjin will come around, he always does, he cares for Felix and the rest. He made it no secret he was unhappy about the transfer. And Felix… he'll listen to you. You just have to talk to him- properly this time.” Minho urged, his voice closest to you.

“Because I do that so fucking well. You told me everything would work out if I put in the transfer request, Min. But why haven't you talked to her either?” A beat of silence. “Yes I'm aware you haven't reached out. Hyunjin was loud about that when I pushed Felix for answers. You're her best friend, why are you silent? Did you fuck this up on purpose? I trusted you when you said I could have her this way.”

Panic surged through you at this revelation; is this why Minho hadn't talked to you? Your whole transfer was his idea? Why? You had believed he had known you best, that he would have been on your side. That, just maybe, he hadn't talked to you because he was just giving you space?

This betrayal hit harder than Chan's.

“I thought she would understand. You received enough warnings about her, they were going to take action against the whole unit at that rate.” Minho sneered out, the edge in his tone snapping you out of the dizzying spell the pain had you under.

Chan scoffed. “Please, you didn't want her to get in the way of your career. I know the higher ups talk down on you, even when they are bad mouthing her they still recognize her drive. You were in her shadow and-”

Seonghwa slammed his hands on the table, standing up now. He glared at the two behind you with such a menacing fury it snapped you out of the spiral in your mind and gave him all of your undivided attention. Especially when he growled out your name.

He moved around the table and pulled you up by your waist. You were captivated by the wrath radiating off of him when you realized it was entirely on your behalf. “Vi-”

He shut you up with a harsh kiss, pulling you fully onto your feet with the motion. The sounds Chan and Minho made noticing your presence were distant noises to your own thoughts at Seonghwa's kiss. You could feel his anger, but also his desire for you with every harsh stroke of his lips. Heat flooded your body, drowning out the cold betrayal that had settled in the pit of your stomach a moment ago.

The groan he let out when you kissed back went right to your core. For a quick moment he deepened it, grip on your waist tightening enough to pull a moan out of your lips. It was that sound that had him pulling away, but only his lips to glare back at the other two. “Your trash, our treasure.”

It left you spinning, the emotion ringing in those words as he dragged you out of the cafe. You hadn't even bothered to look back at them, staring up at Seonghwa instead with a plethora of emotions on your open expression.

Seonghwa chuckled as he pulled you over to his motorbike; it was a dark and unhinged sound that added to the growing cotton in your head. He had just shown you how caring and sweet he could be: respectful even. And then the anger- you couldn't really untangle the mess of emotions that had you feeling, just that you didn't dislike it.

And there was a touch of horniness there. Well… that's interesting.

Seonghwa once more jostled you out of your thoughts as he lifted you up onto the bike facing him, stepping closer to slot himself between your open legs. You glanced up at him, once more with your thoughts and emotions worn on your features as you were still figuratively reeling. “Vice?”

“Call me by my name- no my nickname Angel.” He said as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the apples of your cheeks, then the tip of your nose, forehead, and finally lips. “And tell me not to go in there and get violent.”

You couldn't help the gasp that left your lips, immediately getting swallowed by him in what felt like a desperate kiss. He had just told you he was a peacekeeper, a negotiator of sorts, so for him to say he wanted to be violent?

“Hwa-” It fell from your lips like a soft caress, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer against you, “-Don't go in there and get violent.”

Despite doing what he said, he protested with a pout, lips trailing along your jaw to your neck. “Why not? They hurt you. Absolute scum. Treated you like trash when you're so… so much more than them. They lost a good fucking thing.” His angry words were paired with little bites and nibbles, grip tight on your ass now As he pressed the length of his torso against yours.

It warmed your heart, and turned you on even more. “Th-they deserve your anger, Hwa. Would rather- ah fuck- rather have you like this.” He had found your sweet spot, melting you further against him as his lips attacked it once more with a soft bite. “Hwa~ please I-”

Tugging at his hair to pull away, you tugged on it harder when you heard those two familiar voices calling out to you. He delatched himself from you, quickly turning you on the bike and pulling the helmet on. “Time to go.” Voice still gruff as he pulled his own helmet on.

He started up the bike just as the two reached you, this time you allowed yourself to look. Chan looked pale, distraught, tears in his eyes you weren't going to acknowledge. But Minho- it was the first time you saw him in nearly two months and he too looked ragged… and angry. But he always looked angry when he was upset about something, even if it wasn't you, so you didn't think about that either.

Instead, as the bike beneath you roared to life drowning their words, you gave them the bird as you latched onto Seonghwa’s waist with your other arm. He drove off in the next second, speeding through the streets to leave them both behind. Both literally and figuratively.

They weren't your unit anymore, especially those two.

Seonghwa dropped you off at the club soon enough, the bike still running as you got off and handed him the helmet. You used the ride to really think about what had happened, what Seonghwa proved to you.

You tapped on his helmet, asking him in a roundabout way to take it off. He shook his head in reply. So with a bit of a pout, you kissed the visor where you guessed his cheek would be. “Thank you for today Hwa. I appreciate it. You'll be picking me up?”

He nodded.

Smiling, you fixed your hair. “Then I'd like to continue later if we can.” With a wink you turned and headed inside.

Minho's betrayal felt like a distant memory now, wrapping yourself into work and looking forward to seeing the Vice-Captain again.

You had loved Chan, loved Felix, but neither of them, or anyone else you knew, made you feel like this.

Seen. Respected. Cared for. Supported. Wanted. All of that and genuinely.

Well, no one before this unit. Wooyoung popped up in your head. So did Hongjoong. San, Yeosang, and Mingi too, to an extent. There were moments with them all that had you feeling like this.

As if you weren't fully alone. In those moments you had felt like you could let your walls down, let them in, and feel loved and accepted as a whole.

Seonghwa had you feeling like that again when he picked you up, quiet on the ride back but once he was parked in front of your apartment again, he was a gentleman. He took your helmet off first, then his, and immediately pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Were you okay today Angel?”

You knew he wasn't talking about the work, but what happened. “Surprisingly… yeah. And I think that's because of you.”

His eyes went wide as he cupped your face, pupils shining in the lowlight from the street lamp. “What do you mean?”

Suddenly flustered, you tried to look away. Ah, feelings and admitting them: two things you struggled with. “I mean… the way you reacted, to what I told you and to them, was uh… oddly comforting? I didn't feel… well it's kinda like-”

He chuckled softly, placing a hand on the small of your back. “Take a moment to think about that but I think I know what you mean.”

“You do?” You looked up at him as he lead you inside, letting you put in the code before stepping in.

“Yeah. I uh, don't get along with my parents. Didn't follow in the family footsteps. It's a choice I made alone and it was scary, I didn't really have anyone who would understand my situation either… until I met Hongjoong. I told him about it, when I found out they are setting my sister up to be married off to, well, one of the underworld. He got angry, but not at me. It was the first time I saw him so furious as well.” He sighed, walking you up the stairs, taking his time to just talk with you.

You caught on to the vital piece of information he dropped, realizing that while Seonghwa’s parents had Golden Circle connections, he was working hard to take them down. He had something at stake here, making him the fourth- no fifth one in the unit who had some tie to the underworld.

Your vendetta against Taejin Hwon felt so small in comparison.

But you also noticed the fondness that settled over his features at the memories he brought up, an adorable curve to his lips and a soft light in his eyes at the mention of Hongjoong's anger specifically.

He cared for Hongjoong deeply, and you admired that about them; felt a bit jealous even.

“He was angry for me, because it hurt me, and it was the first time in a while I didn't feel so alone. It was comforting, and the weight on my shoulders was a little less debilitating.” Stopping in front of your door, he turned to you fully. “And it seems this was that moment for you… am I right?”

“Y-yeah. I mean I've had people get angry for me before, to an extent but this felt… different.” You couldn't meet his eyes, feeling unnaturally shy for once. Perhaps it was due to the amount of vulnerable moments you've had with him today; opening up in a way that took even Hyunjin a while to get out of you.

You couldn't forget Han and Felix, he'll even Changbin and the two younger ones- they all had moments you knew they genuinely cared. But this was different. Seonghwa, and this unit was different. You just couldn't put your finger on it.

“Talk with San tonight, maybe tell him what you told me?” Seonghwa offered, lifting your chin so you would meet his eyes again. “Can I have your permission to confide today with Hongjoong? Only the details you want told of course, I wouldn't-”

“You can tell him everything.” You blurted out, grasping onto the bravery and courage you usually had and pulling it to the surface. “I trust you Seonghwa, more than I'd like to admit right now but… if you trust Hongjoong enough you get all doe eyed when you talk about him, then I trust he is as trustworthy of this information as you are.”

Seonghwa blushed at that, a beautiful sight to behold, before he buried his reddening cheeks against your shoulder. “You are… truly a treasure.”

Now it was your turn to get flustered. “Hwa… will you come inside?”

“Want to… but can't.”

“Why not?” Your fingers carded through his hair, pout in your tone.

He hummed softly, leaning in closer. “Because if I come in right now I won't leave so easily. And I have somewhere to be before the sun rises.” When you whined again, he pressed a soft kiss to your collarbone before stepping back. “Sorry Angel.”

He left a moment later, and nearly an hour later you were calling up San while laying in bed, freshly showered.

“Finally! I thought you forgot about me sweetcheeks.” His voice in your ear had you flustered.

“I just needed a little extra courage to call. Are you doing okay?”

“I'm fine… Why the extra courage?”

“No reason in particular, just, wasn't ready to talk about what happened in the gym. Especially since I know they know.”

You heard him hiss, picturing him physically flinching at your words. “I'm sorry about that I-”

“It’s alright. I know it was Yeosang. I'll be talking to him later about it. For now. I miss you. Is it okay to just talk?”

And you did. You told him, surprisingly, everything. About Wooyoung, the job, Seonghwa, and of your old unit. He listened, even reacted much like Seonghwa did.

You felt it again. That sense you were loved, that you weren't alone… but this time you figured it out.

It felt like you were finally home.

And as San said, once again, you were perfect for them- You thought it went both ways. They were made for you.

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