A W A K E | Ksj (m)

a w a k e | ksj (m)

—p a i r i n g seokjin × female reader

—g e n r e assasin au. enemies to..? angst. smut

—w (M) foul language, mentions of k*lling, blood, guns and vibrator, grinding, dirty talk, lots of spit and cum, multiple orgasms, oral (f.) , a song reference , licking, pussy spanking, ass slapping ( 1 for his! 🧑🏻) , brief d/s dynamics, slightly switch reader, protected penetrative sex, cuddles

—wc 6k+

—m l i s t

m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t

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“stop ...stop before i fuck you dead against this wall, right here, right now..”

it was his voice. shaky, needy and desparate.

who would've thought that the man you're supposed to kill, order to sizzle in bullets right inside his skull. or the man who was supposed to kill you were in such a position where you're needy for his meat, hard and struggling in his tight slacks in between his thighs were grinding so painfully yet so deliciously against the bundle of nerves in between your legs, a lewd breath leaving your lips at the blissful friction.

“ i'm not complaining..” you taunt back, eyes narrowed slightly, pushing your hips even more to his crotch. playfully, just to hear more of his guttural groans which sounded so sexy, so sexy to you. as if it wasn't making the arousal in your panties basically gush out of your hole, the slick against your clit making the grinding even more smoother.

smack.

a smack directly landed on your ass, you welped slightly at the sudden harsh pain, as soon as you felt his large hands grope your ass, stopping you in place. his almond eyes were as far you remember were a chocolate brown, but now we're of the darkest shades of black as you're seeing in this dim litted room. how were the strands of his hair illuminated dimly from the broken, flickering lights outside the old garage, or maybe from the moonlight from the full moon shining outside. how his perfectly chiseled jaw clenched, how his scar on his left cheek seemed to be pulsing from the sheer amount of swear covering his face.

how fucking sexy...

his voluminous lips were slightly parted, low pants heaving out. his thick black eyebrows were furrowed slightly, his expression was saturated with anger and lust.

just as how you imagined kim seokjin to be.

“ if you want to get railed before dying, i wouldn't mind drilling my cock inside your hole, you fucker. ”

his voice was trembling at this point, dropped down octaves. sheesh, this voice literally made you shiver, as you pressed your lips together in anticipation.

“ i, you know..”

you begin, your nimble fingers running through his smooth, silky brown hair, as you take care of the roots to the bottom, his long mullet was so,so attractive, you had failed to keep your hands within yourself,

“ have always hunted for mad adventure..”

at this point your voice is just, just teasing, so teasing that his expression gets unbearably hard, you see a muscle around his eye twitch. “ irritated, hm? ” you pass a small wink, your lips curling so slightly. you definitely enjoyed teasing this man hovering over you. but you're definitely not going to admit it out loud, whether you liked this situation more or, having Kim Seokjin re-arrange your guts more.

Hm, maybe both. Because afterall the latter is the consequence of—

untill you found yourself lifted over with a grip on your waist, a yelp making its way to from your mouth, you realised he has thrown you over his shoulders.

“ s-..jin!! ”

no response came back, only the grip on your ass tightens, as he takes quick, heavy steps outside the garage, the dark area. “ seokjin!! put me down!”

“..argh, you asshole, put me down!! i have two proper working limbs to walk!”

you were trashing around, wiggling under his tight grip, and soon began punching his ever so broad shoulders. bit your protests had no effect on him, as his long legs carry him along with the night.

slap.

a hard slap landed on your right buttcheek, and the effect it had came ringing down as waves of pleasure straight up to your dripping cunt. a silent cry left your swollen lips, “ stop trashing around, i promise i’ll fuck this attitude out of you, just wait till we reach a safer place, brat.” soon before you know it, you've reached his car,the black shiny vehicle glowing through the moonlight, as he opens the door and throws you inside, careful enough to not to hurt you.

getting inside the car, he took off his coat and threw it in the backside of the car, his rushed movements suddenly ceasing. his eyebrows are furrowed, as you gulp down, looking at him. was he really planning to fuck you right in this car? even if he did, you didn't mind, not at all. hands on the steering wheel, the thick silence wasn't inviting : it was haunting. maybe he himself understood the inevitable which was bound to happen.

the silence which reminded you of each time you took lives away from those rough hands of yours, having watched pools of blood covered around those lifeless bodies. those innocent souls which haven't even have shed a single strand of anyone, yet however..they had to go. the silence which you faced when left alone at your apartment, having nothing but trouble in sleeping when all those instances of flashbacks play in your mind, those blown out pupils of those betrayed expressions, of dalliances, or so called... friendship.

the same silence which haltered for seconds which seemed like fire after the immediate bang of a bullet being fired from a gun, the silence which followed your internal scream after taking innocent lives helplessly.

the silence where you'd lie down on the floor without any feelings, feeling lifeless as you let all those thoughts gulf you in its darkness, of now miserable you were of killing souls of your own kind.

we all have to die..right?

a sudden shake to your shoulders pull you out of your trace,

“ are you okay? ”

seokjin’s worried face comes in your vision as you shake aside all the memories.

“ can..we go to a safer place..?..please? ”

your last plea came out as a mumble, cause you yourself fell in a pit of guilt, pain and self consciousness. how silly of you. as if you haven't been doing this ever since you held that big hands in your smaller ones, ever since the time you were a barely a teenager, and have been continuing this reckless circus of taking out souls of innocence, out of the pull of duty. seokjin seemed to understand your hesitation, as he pulls off the car away to a place.

heavy, but light breaths came out of your nostrils. you were completely blank by now. turning your head to the window, you see all the trees swaying silently in the breeze outside, the stars mingling with the milky clouds and the moon being seated on the throne as everything seemed to be moving along with you, just as how fast you moved on from accepting all the truths of your life. but maybe it was you who refused to accept, to move on.

that you could never, ever breathe freely, even if your lungs yourself worked for you, the pang in your chest abhorred you, despised you to your core.

were you this heartless?

untill, the car suddenly halts causing you to suddenly pull yourself out from your zoned out self, as you look back to seokjin. his concerned eyes are already set on you, as if he was really worried. his voice comes out softly, but rigidly. “.. we're..here.”

you blink in sheer surprise,

“ it's safe, the motel is safe..and cozy ” ..his plush lips curl to a warm smile, and suddenly the emptiness seemed to fade away. “ ..it's already..there?..” you mumble again, only to have him nearing closer, “ of course, you never really paid attention to your surroundings. very..unlike you. ” a snort leaves your nose,“ yeah. because i know, if i die, i would atleast die having a dick stuffed inside me, for damn’s sake..”

you weren't lying. for a while, it seemed like being with him erased your worries. being with him, with such irony, felt safe, safer than you've ever felt in your life. you felt awake.

a clear, ringing laugh echoes in your ears as he takes your own hands in his larger ones. wow, his hands felt warm or were your hands so cold that this warmth felt so strangely inviting? you weren't sure.

this warmth was something you've never felt, and this ride of your life feels different. how do-to much contradictory to your feelings inside. as if seokjin was your friend, you've been for..years?

different. or did seokjin act different? was..was he going to kill you after having you in such a vulnerable state, this warmth and all these endearing behaviour..being just to lure you? if that was the motive, his charms have succeeded, because you no longer were in the trance of killing him, or even scared. because if you die, you wouldn't care, you deserved it either the way.

whether you die today, after getting killed by this man who's dick temped you to a trial or by that old man, who was your boss, after being completely disappointed because you've lost their biggest of the targets. you didn't care. you just wanted to get laid, real good. or, was he really being honest because seokjin has been a gentleman to you regardless of being rivals, he never really has harmed you in any way, let aside those little bickerings. he has been feline to you, never crossing his line when you have seen men turning to animals for their need, bastards. it always dawned on you in such a questioning way that has seokjin been always having such a soft place for you?

or..was it just you?

you never could really figure out why was he always.. gentle? to you when his other mates from The Regiment were simply blood thirsty fuckers, hungry for blood. even though it supposed to be either his death or your own, you two finally let go of those grudges and gave in to your hormones.

because enough of that damn vibrator.

of course, you weren't complaining but you were sure that his cock can and would bring more, so much more out of you than that plastic thing ever could. being in such a feild where you have to get a hold of whoever else's information you've been in contact with, shamelessly about everything, so you've been known that seokjin had a nice heart but also a huge dick. how, the moment you saw that 9 inch, your eyes had widened so wide that you felt as if they would leave their sockets, 9 inch..was WAY too big. Almost the size of yoir fucking arm. despite of having so many men and women in your life, heat creeped up to your cheeks and neck at the information.

doesn't matter if you know the guy or not but for sure you knew that his dick was really something. he knew damn well how to rile you up, he did..

monster.. and maybe your cheeks burnt with the same heat to have this man in such a close proximity with you, because you found him smirking, scooting himself closer to you. so close, that his peachy, soft cologne greeted your senses with a wave.

“ what are you thinking about, pretty? ” his voice was soft.

but the moment was short lived when seokjin’s gaze followed down to where your gaze trailed off. to his crotch area, your eyes were glued there, as if you could bore holes in his already burning hot skin, he wouldn't really mind if that actually happened, his dick was painfully hard but now but he did not wanted to rush things especially without your consent. he always knew consent is the most important thing besides the safe word and even if you wanted him to stop, he would gladly let you go;

letting you live despite knowing that his teammates would despise him again because just as how dangerous this girl can be with her tactics, she was one of the more renewed targets for The Regiment, whose dead body was keen to thousands of eyes.

Maybe you've really succeeded to seduce him, so that you could directly stab him in his heart, killing him and would've swiftly went away having finished your deal, perhaps even not. but he was ready to risk it all, because..

in the glints of tease and lust, he found sincerity, lonliness saturated with bitterness that her face while they left the garage showed that she wasn't okay, however, he knew that he barely knows her, despite knowing everything, he knew actually nothing. He couldn't fix anything, because he himself knew how fucked up situations like these are.

The most wanted agent from The Robins, the one who could never be trapped or not even a stain of her presence was left behind after her work was done ever so swiftly and smoothly. but however, each time she had finished her assignments, seokjin had trapped her in the most weird of places.

well known, the places were not at all weird for a normal human, but for someone like you who always was hanging at such danger, could have your throat snapped in two the moment you slip, but however you always did and he saw you spending time alone, alone.

you weren't like those others.

unconsciously seokjin himself had developed a soft spot for you, untill today finally when he got the taste of your lips, hearing your sighs, he knew you were actually something dangerous, yet so adorable. Your giggles and the intentional bratty behaviour, he found it all adorable.

sometimes he wondered if he was a hopeless romantic for having a crush on someone who could actually kill you, jokes aside, but hello, he had the same power and what if she was thinking the same, so he looked back at you, this time his eyes misting with teasing glints.

“ what? ” he asked, his tone playfully light. “..,,..you..you never told me, your dick is literally.. big.”

her voice trails off, and he feels blood rushing to his cock again, seeing her slightly flustered cheeks and parted lips. slightly nearing you again, almost hovering over you, he smirks. that shit eating grin.

“ there wasn't any need of it. You do know already, nah? ”

“ well, wasn't for that. do all of your teammates have such big dicks? ”

you cock a brow at him, enjoying how a muscle near his right eye twiched, maybe in..jealousy?

“ why do you ask? ”

“..hm.. because, i haven't got to see their medical reports, yet..”

you're teasing him even more, really enjoying how his face twiches.

“ are you interested only in dicks, huh? ”

his tone is lower and raspier, you feel a delicious shiver run down your spine.

“ meh.. ”

“ or do you wanna fuck each of us, hm? ”

now it was him cocking his brows at you, he's now so close you can smell him, his scent, hating how your body reacts at that mere smell.

“..no. But I'm gonna fuck you, not only because you have a big dick, but also a pretty ass face..”

He laughs lowly, shaking his head.

“ tell me something i don't know..?”

“ well, about that...i care about dicks and hearts. so i can say you've passed both, so i—” mmph!!!”

your sentence is cut midway, as he smashes his plump lips on yours, catching you off guard. the feel of his soft, pillowly lips makes you want to whimper as you clutch onto his shoulders. he doesn't seem to have any intention to stop kissing you in any way, but there there..

you didn't had any plans to die suffocating. no, you didn't. so you slightly push him away to gather some oxygen for yourself, as he asks you with a worried tone if everything was okay. however, you respond with a peck and tell him that you want to continue this in a more, comfortable place. Soon you exit his Veneno Roadster, the cool, comforting breeze cooling your heated skin.

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soon you both are stumbling back to your booked rooms, the receptionist of the motel looked quite intimidated to hear seokjin’s deep voice, you felt that poor man was trying his best to keep his voice stable. lips on your own, his hands groped everywhere his hands can reach, but however you were far too clothed for his hands to come in contact with any skin, as he groans in frustration into your mouth, his tongue dancing with you.

your back hits the door or your locked room, and the eagerness of unlocking is too much. you just don't want to part ways from his mouth, because its way too addictive, fuck it, so you simply push your hips forward to feel a bit of his erection, to soothe the fervour in between your legs. you do not absolutely care about anyone else in this world or this alley, not that it was way too crowded of a place though, too. his arm slides to grip your waist, suddenly hauling you up with a single arm (and you totally lose your mind thinking how fucking hot that was,) and his moments suddenly stop, as you feel his mouth leaving yours, a whine leaving your lips at the loss of contact, but soon the whine becomes a loud moan.

his knees press firmly in between your legs, pressing tight circles and you feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. the friction at your clit is way too overwhelming, you gulp down, shutting your eyes close as he puts even more pressure to your core. sweat beads run down your temple as a cool breeze from the open windows soothes your burning souls, and in a haze, you look at him.

you hear his breath at the shell of your ear, as he lowly says,

“ how about i fuck you nuts right over here, so that all of these people know how much of a greedy girl you are..? ”

his motions don't stop, as you whine loudly, tears making it’s way to your eyes. your core is burning, and this friction is way too much.

“ bet you'll love that. ”

he breathes out, and suddenly you're pushed back, your eyes widening and body flinches as a reflex. you don't even realise that he has already opened the lock of the door while you were whining for some better kind of friction,,er, no, finding a way to just release our your tension. he swiftly kicks the door, locking it, as he throws away his shoes. He haults for a moment or so, catching his breath and looking at you. He smiles, so softly, unlike his ministrations from earlier.

“ do you really want this, __? ”

“ if I didn't I wouldn't have been here now. ” you return back his smile, and you see his tongue poking out to wet his lips. His smile fades away, and the look on his face is carnal, as he advances towards you.

your breaths are strangled as he pushes you down on the bed, your body bouncing due to the plush cushions, gasping. after a long tiring day, you're getting pleasured by this extremely handsome man hovering over you, kissing you like a wild animal, taking off your clothes in such a rush as if there was some kind of apocalypse..

his lips never leaves yours, as you desparately try to get him undressed too, only if he wasn't totally eating you up with his lips, your pussy throbbing in need and nipples perking up from your bra when he literally tears away your shirt, your tits pushed up, sweat glistening in your skin from the mad makeout session. his hands don't stop yet, pulling down your leather slacks as goosebumps floods your skin, and you kick away the clothing.

his fierce gaze makes me whimper, you attempt again to rub your thighs together, the arousal now getting too much to hear when his hot lips press against your bare skin, to anywhere they reach, and soon they're above your bra, when you feel him licking above the fabric, your mouth falls agape, impatient. “ jin..please..”

you plead to him, arousal and the need to release making you submit to him, or there's no way you're begging him like so.

You're used to be naked and vulnerable infront of men, because you do know that they actually do not care about your insecurities, all what they need is a good fuck. Even if you're comfortable with your own body, a slight wave of self consciousness takes control of your mind, and your hands immediately fly to your chest, covering your breasts. You didn't care about other men, but did you, for Seokjin?

Seokjin frowned for a second, his almond eyes softening. His hands grasped yours own, shaking his head.

“ You know you're beautiful. ” his voice was soft, urging you to remove your hands away. You gulp, slowly peeling away your hands off yourself, hating the way your heart skipped in its track seeing Seokjin so soft like that, just for you.

Calloused fingers unhook your bra open, and he licks the underside of your boob to your nipples; they turn hard, and suddenly he wraps his lips around them, sucking gently. His tongue licks a stripe from your aerola to the nipple, while his other palm kneads the flesh, slowly.

Your back arches off the bed, and a soft moan leaves yoir tongie. his tongue, you must say is so skilled, licking and sucking all around your tits, marking slightly painful purple marks around them, as he fondles with another one, saliva smeared all over your tits, as he leans back and smirks at the art he created, with pleasure written all over your face. he slowly moves down to your navel, gently kissing every part of it, as he finally kisses the area right above your heat, and you're squirming in this grip.

He's right in between your thighs, a shit eating grin stretched on his lips. His licking continues on your the skin of your inner soft thighs, saliva dripping down as your core begs for attention, gushing out more and more as he nears dangerously towards your core and he sees right through it, you squirming and your pussy, leaking.

“ beg.” he orders, holding your sides so tightly that it made you stop, frustrating you.

“ you can't make me cum,” you begin, as you see his eyes darkening once again, silently pleased with yourself. “ if you got that, you wouldn't have made me beg this much, you dick” you emphasize on the word can't ,on purpose, despite knowing that none of them are correct. he's just teasing you back, or prepping you up for what more has to come, but you're too horny to think straight.

He laughs with his eyes closed, shaking his head. “ you can't imagine the way i’ll ruin you..” his voice is hoarse, as you give him an open mouth smirk but that too is taken aback by a loud sigh and a buck of your hips when you feel his tongue snake around your swollen nether lips, suddenly thrusting inside without a warning.

“ shit!! seokjin !!”

you gasp loudly at the sensation, not expecting the sudden but this blissful pleasure that took you off guard. He looks up at you, the sudden contact lost, and delivers a smack right on your pussy.

You gasp. “ You just did not do that, Kim Seokjin..”

He smiles, toothy. “ You just said I cannot make you cum, ____ ___. ”

Licking his lips again, he lowers himself down and begins. he keeps on thrusting in his wet muscle inside you, holy shit, you just moan louder and louder, his nose slightly brushing in your clit, making you shudder. He notices the shudder, and his fingers meet your bud, lazily drawing circles on it.

good god, you've met so many people, many sexual encounters, people with amazing mouths, skilled tongues, but tonight, seokjin outdid them all, and you barely last even five minutes. you come hard around his tongue, whining so loudly. he just hums and laps up all of your release, and you jerk a bit due to the stimulation, but he doesn't pull back ; instead, grips your damp thighs even harder.

”s-seokjin..i can't..wa— aaaah!”

you cry out when his lips wrap around your engorged clit, sucking softly but eventually putting in so much pressure that despite the overstimulation, you're again lost in ecstasy. good lord, you come again in seconds, as he finally pulls away, your release smeared all over his chin, and that shit eating grin back in his face, as if mocking you for your former words, because goddamn, you were sure you looked like a fucking slut. you cannot beleive that someone else was good at making women cum in freaking seconds, who was not you.

Much to your surprise, he wipes off your juices, only to lick them off lewdly from the back of his hands. “ are you okay? ” His tone is soft, so much unlike his tongue inside you previously. he asks while he kneels up to you, slight concern on his eyes. “ y..yes..”

you begin, your eyes darting to his erection hidden underneath his slacks.

“.. i've never cum so hard...before. ” you confess, as he takes off his trousers, now left only in his boxers, as your eyes widen at the sight. His skin was ever so slightly tanned, with such broad shoulders and chest looking so pale and inviting that you feel your hands itch to touch his nipples, and feel his firm muscles ripple underneath your touch. His body narrows down to a slutty waist, and oh no, is that a tattoo? And that firm, contoured stomach, with a happy trail leading to his boxers.. oh,that dent was..quite big, and.. promising. even though you sort of expected it, and your eyes still widen, nevertheless. you crawl back to him, gripping his meaty thighs, eager and shivering with anticipation.

he opens off his boxers too, and his erection nearly slaps your face. cocky. Your mouth instantly waters at the sight of his thick, long and veiny monster, with his tip being an angry purple red and pre cum already leaking from its tip, has seokjin being this patient with you? And oh, the vein which runs downside his skin.. Of course, it's just your author who's evil enough to make this gorgeous man make you cum and leave him all blue balls. And the person reading this might be enjoying, but wcyrd. You wonder, licking your lips. Just as your hands brush past his erection, his fingers stop you.

“ No, Not today. ” (hey baepsaedeura da hands up !) His fingers brush away your hair from your cheekbone, and you wish to evaporate with that burning sensation on your cheeks with that pet name, snorting lightly.

“ What, scared that i’ll kill you with my mouth? ”

you playfully chirp out, digging your nails on his thighs, but you know immediately it's otherwise when seokjin grabs your chin, nearing your face, with a cold hue on his eyes.

“ No, but I want to fuck you senseless now, you've teased me enough. ”

his voice is laced with lust, the kind of lust which makes you want to roll your eyes back already. But, you can't show that when he almost had you crying on his tongue..ha..?

He hollers you up the bed, pushing you down and stealing the breath from your lungs in an instant by connecting your lips together. He hovers over you, tearing a silver foil with his teeth and loosening the condom over his cock. You didn't even realise that he fished that out so soon, he was right, you're becoming a bit too careless for now..

His hands move down to where your bodies are almost connected, and grabbing his cock, he grinds it over your sensitive bud making your eyes close themselves in the hazy feeling. He lowers himself down to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent: even if there was any, because you're sure you stink with the sweat.

Your legs feel like clasping themselves around his hips, and you suddenly remember his ass. That fucking glorious ass of his. Men didn't deserve nice asses but he had one which was worth the arguments..

So your hand travels down to right where his ass is, and gives it a firm squeeze, earning a loud gasp from the man who was busy licking your neck. You giggle, and lightly smack his right cheek, amused by his wide, innocent eyes, the tip of his ears a bright red even in the faint lighting.

“ ____, you just did not do that. ”

“ I did, because ass so fine like that, no one can resist it..”

He snorts lightly, and when the blunt head of his cock pushes ever so slightly inside your slick heat, you suck in a sharp breath, and your hands fly over to his wide and firm shoulders, exhaling. He pushes his whole length inside, and you feel so full, almost as if you're being filled to your tummy (though you do know that's no where near possible,)but the burn that comes with it feels so raw and real,and you don't even realise that your body is trembling, a thin layer of sweat already adoring your skin.

Seokjin above you doesn't look too good as well; his mouth agape as his face contorts in immense pleasure, as your walls are so warm and are hugging him so tight, he feels like he could die right there and then, buried inside you.

He knows the pleasure would've been doubled if he went raw, but he knows better. It is a one time thing, he knows, a one night stand which will leave him even more bitter than completion of any mission has. Even more bitter when he knows the side of the bed will be empty and cold, when he knows that once again you'll be on each other's throats to kill. He knew the cold truth ever since he was driving somewhere he didn't know, he knew that maybe you're aware of this, too.

He didn't care. He couldn't care. He wouldn't care.

So, after making sure you were alright, he begins thrusting inside your soft, velvet walls. He has had enough of testing of his own personal self resistance, and he just starts. He watches you gasp and dig your nails on his shoulders, eyes closed and jaw slack, chest pressing upto him as he pistons his cock inside. He pushes your leg over your stomach to hit the exact place well as he feels more arousal gush out of you, small whimpers leaving your pretty lips.

He lowers his head down to bite your nipples lightly, and that's when he feels you clench around him with a loud moan. Oh. But still, this topic could be discussed later on, but first he needs you to come undone around him, and he makes sure that happens when his hands are all over your body, caressing your burning skin with light touches, with tandem to his strong thrusts hitting your core as you see pure stars behind your closed eyelids, screaming his name out in ecstasy, pure ecstasy.

His eyes flutter close themselves as he feels you clench impossibly tight around him, indicating your climax arrival. Your hair sticks to yoir face as his fingers tug at your nipples, and you tug his hair just as hard, connecting your mouths for a sloppy kiss.

He pulls out of you, and you whine at the loss. Seokjin smirks to see you this helpless, and just as he's about to thrust inside, you flip him over.

Thanks to your self defence skills, you could still handle a man like him after being so fucked out. You straddle his hips, his length poking your inner thighs. You clasp his hands and giggle at his flabbergasted expression, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. But his hair, his hair. His skin shines with sweat and his hair, though sweaty, remains exactly the same way, styled, as it was.

This man is gorgeous.

You slowly sink back down on his length, pressing some kisses on his flushed neck, and you hear him inhale sharply. You know he's as fucked up as you are. You bounce on him, and this position hits just the exact places, spots which has you both gasping and crying out in pleasure. And this reels you further, because Seokjin being vocal did something tingly to you. You press a seal of affection to his cheeks, his jaw, and even his eyelids, and he whimpers slightly.

Your boobs bounce with rhythm, and he eyes them as if he's trying to print them in his memory. Anyone looking at you with such a scrutinizing gaze would somehow make you feel self conscious inside, but his gaze.

His gaze was dreamy, filled with euphoria and looking at you with something you may not want to admit, at all. It doesn't take you long to get lost in the pleasure, chest brushing his, breaths mingling together, sighs tingling in the room. You shiver when you feel his pointer run upwards your naked spine, other hand slowly sliding to your waist, guiding you ride up on him.

You're so close that you feel it all over your body. Core clenching, tummy convulsing, and toes curling, Seokjin knows you're just as close as he is.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, and a hand goes down to where your bodies meet. Grinds half a circle or two on your sensitive bud, and slowly whispers on your ear.

“ I've always admired you for being so strong, ___. ”

And you're falling apart on him.

You cry out in pure ecstasy, and you don't know if it was the praise or his hands on you which triggered your orgasm. Your toes are curled tightly and tears are slipping down your cheeks because of its intensity, and when you open your eyes in a haze, you see his jaw slack and eyes closed, head tilted back on the headrest.

In the haze of your own climax, he found his, too. You collapse on the soft bed with a sigh,and look up at Seokjin who's already getting up.

When he discards the condom, you expect him to collapse beside you. But instead, he goes up to the bathroom, and returns back, clad in a bathrobe, a towel in his hands already as he smiles to you, handing you the towel. His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, as you see a hint of sadness in them. His eyes scream the word stay, but you know the inner turmoil the poor fellow must've been going through to actually word that out loud.

“ You can clean up yourself..if you want. ”

You hold his hands and pull him closer to you. He maybe is doing the bare minimum, but you need to check up on him, as well. He looks quite fucked up, too, and you need to make sure that he gets the aftercare he deserves as well.

If it's your heart protesting against it, you'll look into it later. You're sure that you two will look into it like normal adults, later on, maybe in the morning. You two have did the deed, and now you need to face the consequences. You will, hopefully.

“ Why, I think you need to be cleaned, too. ”

Caramel pupils meet your own as you smile softly at him, biting your lips. You expect a soft rejection, or something like that at your proposal, but you see his cheeks puffing up at the most adorable smile he has ever flashed.

“ Yeww, we stink, dummy. Let's get cleaned up before these all dry on us. ” You cringe at your words, already feeling the wetness between your legs drying at the chill air. He ushers you closer, and you wrap an arm around his neck, exhaustion suddenly hitting you as you nuzzle closer to the fluff of his bathrobe.

Your eyes are already closed by the time he scoops you up his arms, but you do feel the small kiss he presses to your forehead as you two head for shower.

“Since it’s May, I prepared a rose. Everyone, you’ve got a rose on Rose Day. Then, everyone I’ll be back again next time. Please think of me a lot. You don’t have to think of me that much. But I hope you’ll think of me a lot as you wait. Then, that’s all for today. See you next time. Bye!” 🌹

h a e g e u m | 01

banner by the lovely @archivededits ♡⁠˖

pairing. yoongi x female reader.

genre. mini series. crime au. angst. thriller(?). smut

w. (01) mentions of smoking, injuries, k*lling, corruption, injection (!!)

tags. @secfir

teaser | part 2

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01. RED ALERT

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She knew something was wrong when she looked at him in the CCTV footage frame by mind numbing frame,for the first time.

However, she her doubts were confirmed when she saw him—for the second time— in the alley near a collapsible gate—skinny, hunched,coated with crimson, smoking— and realised he was the danger rather than being in danger himself. The sort of danger which is fatal, the sort of danger which relishes in the blazing inferno.

The sort of fatal which increases your heartbeats, the sort of danger you know you're fucked up to feel your stomach churn with exictement. The sort of danger who was wanted all over the country, spreading his wings all over the nation with a rapid growth of that like a disease.

It fell upon her to banish the growth, and boy, it wasn't at all easy. It was the clash of opposite elements facing in a battlefield, the only difference being that there had been no swords and no bloodshed, well, not untill now.

Failures after failures. Injuries after injuries. Despair and despair, yet it felt all like a circus to him.

And the third time she saw him, was in her own custody, but she knew something about this man never changed ever since she first laid her eyes on him. Calm, cool and collected— somehow radiating off how much he's aware of his worth and how much of a pain in the ass he has been to finally get captured. But still, this was all but a game to him— something he plays everyday.

“didn't mean to kill the president, my bad. ”

His bloody wrists remains cuffed— she wonders silently if the cuffs burnt into his skin, for why his flesh seemed to be more than bruised, injuries were spread all over. But once again, that particular glint in his eyes told her that it was nothing new for him.

“ You didn't ? ” her reply comes back as a question, implied with a cool sentiment. His eyes rest somewhere down the table she's seated on, particularly on the gun that rests atop. However, his eyes slowly travels up to her own, and she is surpirsed to see how dark they are. The last time she saw them, they were…brown?

“ Remember to always have the lock on your gun always, officer. ”

“ Beating around the bush won't free you from here, D. ” a small laugh, a displeased one. A light exhale, and once again his eyes trailed down to anywhere but away from hers.

“ I always get away, officer. ”

His eyes flick to hers own, a certain hue of coldness flashing across. Maybe she was an officer, but the slightest of the shivers which ran down her spine was undeniable.

There was a thing to argue on : he was pretty. A criminal with a pretty face was dangerous, for why she sensed him as the danger in the first place. From the ridges of his brow to his feline shaped eyes, and the smooth skin had something to do with the carnal impulses this man had.

“ And how is that, if I may ask you?” No sardonic reply came back, not even a chuckle. His curled hair fell elegantly around his neck and forehead, and you wonder again if he knows how beautiful he is. You ponder that he does, the reason he's so cocky about himself in the first place.

“ You're rather nosy for a cop, officer. ”

“ It's my job to interrogate, D. ” And maybe this reply coaxed a small, harsh laugh at you, almost like a hiss. The atmosphere feels rather compelling for you, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that the atrocious behaviour has a single intention, and that is to piss the system off.

His eyes suddenly dart up to your own, and you see the malice behind them, floating in subtle threats. His face, slowly comes your view, dried blood sticking to the corner of his mouth. And his lips quirk upwards so full of amusement, that it did feel like a laugh, but it perplexed you, because a rather alarming siren within a distance was heard. A single commotion had your whole office premises in shambles, because this notice meant a single thing.

Red alert.

The man infront of you didn't react much, and this is the first time you've been called to the red alert. The superior authorities had some difficult time to actually acknowledge that you had caught hold of this hoodlum, or rather the most wanted criminal in the whole Daegu, they were totally astounded in their chairs.

You are totally aware of how treacherous possibilities may occur, now. You did feel dubious when you realised it been way too long for his side to respond,and you must admit that red alert was something you did not expect in the least.

Your phone buzzed in your trouser pants, breaking you from the reverie you had trapped yourself in. Not breaking any eye contact with him, you receive your call.

Lieutenant Police.

“ Officer, we order you to release him, right now. ”

“ May I ask for a reason why? ”

“ You don't ask for a fucking reason why when you're given a red alert within your premises, do you ?”

the voice growls like a mad man, and that voice does not intimidate you, not at all. Even when you know that the red alert is the last warning an officer gets. More of a do or a.. die situation, where you have to do what they instruct, or..

…your straw that you may not survive, and if you do, you'll no longer be accepted as an police officer. The situation is way too dangerous to keep hostage criminals like him,but it's been forty eight hours since you've captured him. Red alerts chime within four hours.

That means you're in grave danger.

Isn't he sitting infront of you already?

“ I still stand regard to my question, Lieutenant. ”

“ The Min Orphanage will break down our department if you don't fucking release the man right now. ”

Min orphanage ?

The man's brows pinch all of a sudden, the only sort of emotion other than sarcasm he has ever let out since. Do you see a flash of..concern in his features?

Your brain refuses to work, because in what actual ways would be a notorious criminal like him, connected to an orphanage, that too in such a way, that it seems like the orphanage is more inclined towards him? Your own brow pinches as you hear a sigh from the other side of the call.

“ Officer, you maybe are yet to realise how much in danger you're in, right now. ”

“ I’m just seeking for answers which have been unspoken and unapproached since, Lieutenant. ”

“ If you do not release him.. ”

there's a sickening silence which follows. However, you can hear chaos from the other side which is rare, because the upper departments are supposed to have a pin drop silence. His eyes never leave your own, and the ticking down of water droplets as Mother Nature starts pouring her soul out, you feel a light throb at the back of your head. His eyes are challenging, captivating, ironic because you're his capturer now.

He's intriguing in so many ways than one.

“ They're all little children here, and in no way we can take any particular option even if you had something on your mind, officer. ”

Another reaction. A light, unamused snort.

Another commotion. Muffled screams and yells are constantly changing their paces as you hear shuffling, and suddenly you're hearing vigorous panting from the other side, and a much older voice.

“ ____, I ORDER YOU TO RELEASE HIM, RIGHT NOW. ”

a voice you never expected to hear, not atleast now.

“ Supreme, he's a threat. A real danger if he's let out—”

“ you. are. ordered to let him go right now, because I absolutely cannot risk my team to sail closer to the wind because of your cheap ego. ”

his voice trembled with rage, and your throat feels dry to hear the screams echoing inwards to your own room. Bangs of gunshots and panicked screams as you hear the snaps of fire outside, most likely advancing towards your own room, now. Silent gangs like these get vigorous at times like these.

Cheap ego.

If your ego is cheap and this situation is playing with fire, you'd rather chose to burn your money to that burning whirls of arrogance. This wasn't easy, it wasn't easy to achieve the victory over the challenging, yet collected eyes of the gangster infront of you. If your team, or rather those puppets who shamelessly dance along to the beat they're instructed to, you'd wholeheartedly admit, that you were the only reason why he's here. Infront of you.

Alas, let people call you selfish and self centred, but you've learnt in this struggling world that if you're not so, you'd be used and thrown around like a rag full of holes. And even if your position is at stake, your years of hardwork going to vain because of this menace infront of you— you cannot help but risk that if you've reached till this far, you will ace your goals. You cannot be a sore loser in the end.

“ I’m not letting him free. ”

Silence, but chaos.

“ You're terminated from your position, Miss ___. ”

The call ended.

And so did your dignity as a police officer.

You close your eyes for a moment. You feel sick; it meant that you were no longer in charge of his custody, the head of your team, and no longer an official. No body would give a fuck if you make out of here alive, or if your dead body is dumped somewhere and you rot. No one would care.

You were ready for this exactly the moment you heard the sirens,but however maybe you weren't totally ready to acknowledge that. Your hands feel clammy by the time you put your phone on the table, and the unpleasant feeling of your hair sticking to your neck is creepy. You sigh, your whole life dedicated to your career was shattered by the system, just because you were inclined for the safety of your people..

..or maybe because you were just a mere puppet, too.

..or maybe you're blinded by anger to actually come out of your haze and take care of what's happening, but it's of no use; you're partially bounded.

“ Wouldn't that be a crime if you'd hit me now, officer? ”

his voice echoed in your ears, and the officer in the end hit you like a pan on your head. He sounded all collected and cool: much to the contradiction to the inner turmoil you were going through. Anger courses in your veins to see his bleeding lips quirk upwards at your misery, but again..is he really the one to blame?

He got what he wanted, the system got ehat they wanted, and even if you're reluctant to see anything else, you know you're the loser here. A sore loser. Indignation rises in your chest as you take a look at him, your head suddenly feeling lighter than usual. Your throat burns to speak, and your heart thrums in it's cage.

“ Thank you, D. ”

“ It'd be better if you start your countdown now, officer. ” his voice is barely a whisper as now there's a sudden throb in your head, and his voice a mere croak by the time you gasp to fill in air inside your lungs. Silence, it's a wicked silence as the murmurs deepen.

Your jaw clenches as you feel the sting, an overwhelming sting, your limbs feel numb, and the wider your eyes open, the blurrier it seems now. The room spins, as the yells increase and the rifles scream, they all turn to a crestfallen murmur.

Is this your end?

Your throat hurts, hurts, and its just an outline of his wrists, cuffed wrists, the mop of black hair, your identity card on the table, his wrists..something held within..what, what.. Your head ducks down in an immediate effort to get a better look, but lolls away immediately, too weak and throbbing to work, and everything goes black.

But screw that, you didn't see the injection needle pricking the skin of your thigh as he injects the whole of the syringe into your system skillfully with his thumb, his eyes burning with rage. The same shit eating grin on his lips, as he sticks his tongue out to lick the dried blood on his mouth.

“ You're welcome, officer. ”

hELLoOooooo >:D

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very soon :)

i gotchu, homie. i’ve posted the first part, so check it out if you wish.

haegeum | myg | teaser. | m

pairing. yoongi x female reader

genre. crime au , smut , thriller (?)

w. (M) mentions of smoking, k*lling, blood and guns ( teaser )

wc. 0.6k for the teaser

main fic

She knew something was wrong when she looked at him in the CCTV footage frame by mind numbing frame,for the first time.

However, she her doubts were confirmed when she saw him in the alley, for the second time—skinny, hunched,coated with crimson, smoking— and realised he was the danger rather than being in danger himself.

And the third time she saw him, was in her own custody, but she knew something about this man never changed ever since she first laid her eyes on him.

“ Honestly, I didn't mean to kill the president. ”

His bloody wrists remains cuffed— she wonders silently if the cuffs burnt into his skin, for why his flesh seemed to be more than bruised, injuries were spread all over. But once again, that particular glint in his eyes told her that it was nothing new for him.

“ You didn't? ” her reply comes back as a question, implied with a cool sentiment. His eyes rest somewhere down the table she's seated on, particularly on the gun that rests atop. However, his eyes slowly travels up to her own, and she is surpirsed to see how dark they are. The last time she saw them, they were…brown?

“ Remember to always have the lock on your gun always, officer. ”

“ Beating around the bush won't free you from here, D. ” a small laugh, a displeased one. A light exhale, and once again his eyes trailed down to anywhere but away from hers.

“ I always get away, officer. ”

His eyes flick to hers own, a certain hue of coldness flashing across. Maybe she was an officer, but the slightest of the shivers which ran down her spine was undeniable.

There was a thing to argue on : he was pretty. A criminal with a pretty face was dangerous, for why she sensed him as the danger in the first place. From the ridges of his brow to his feline shaped eyes, and the smooth skin had something to do with the carnal impulses this man had.

“ And how is that, if I may ask you?” No sardonic reply came back, not even a chuckle. His curled hair fell elegantly around his neck and forehead, and you wonder again if he knows how beautiful he is. You ponder that he does, the reason he's so cocky about himself in the first place.

“ You're rather nosy for a cop, officer. ”

“ It's my job to interrogate, D. ” And maybe this reply coaxed a small, harsh laugh at you, almost like a hiss. The atmosphere feels rather compelling for you, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that the atrocious behaviour has a single intention, and that is to piss the system off.

His eyes suddenly dart up to your own, and you see the malice behind them, floating in subtle threats. His face, slowly comes your view, dried blood sticking to the corner of his mouth.

And his lips quirk upwards so full of amusement, that it did feel like a laugh, but it perplexed you, because a rather alarming siren within a distance was heard.

A single commotion had your whole office premises in shambles, because this notice meant a single thing.

Red alert.