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Drunk Nights & Desperate Kisses

Mafia Maid Service short Story -Bang Chan NSFW-

this was originally named Drunk Mafia chan Idea in my drafts and there were like 2 comments demanding another chapter for this on AO3 is why I am posting this. For my fic's I think if goes without being said they're explicit and mature content only? idk I see warnings on other fan fic posts and I never really do that for my stuff cause I wanna say for the most part you kinda have to be looking for my stuff to find it... anyway if you haven't read my fics before

text like this means they're speaking in korean.

He gets home late one night drunk aF and all he wants to do is stuff his face in her chest and bitch about how all the guys were annoying and all he wanted to do was come home and stuff her with his cock, but he’s too drunk and emotional and all he wants now is to cuddle her and breathe in her scent and listen to her heart while she plays with his hair and he only gets like a demanding five year old when he’s drinking.

The sound of a loud pounding on the door is what woke me up. I don’t remember falling asleep on the couch, the warm shower I took after cleaning the house is what made me feel cozy enough in my pajamas. I had planned to watch a movie while he was gone and the screen was still. Not even ending credits were scrolling it was just suggestions for the next pick. The pounding in the door sounded louder and that was when I stumbled out of my seat and went for the door. A chilly wind from outside waking me up more as I saw Chan with his arm slung over the shoulders of another man. He was quiet and to the point, asking if I could take care of the rest, as he handed Chan off to me. After the door closed I couldn’t help the squeak of surprise at the feeling of Chan taking a deep breath in at my neck. He seemed heavier in his drunken state, pressing me against the door, nuzzling into my neck.

“Smells’o good”

“I think it’s best if we get you to bed”

I honestly tried, practically begged him to let me take him to bed. Some way or another he kept finding a way to change our course. He’d lick at my neck or grab at my backside while I stumbled to take him to his room. Instead he lead us to the couch, sitting in my spot and tugging me on top of him, he pulled me in and kept taking in deep breaths. I had tried my best to hold back the noises as he traced over my chest with his lips and tongue. The nights had gotten hotter and tonight was especially hot. He made it difficult to avoid his mouth and the thin pajamas I had on were no help. It was when his teeth bit into my skin that I let a whine out and bucked my hips into his.

“Tha’s M’good girl”

“Chan please”

It was no use, my body betrayed me, he had me whining and moaning as he marked me. His lips were a dark pink from all that he had done. I only saw them after he pulled away from another mark he’d left. My eyes teared up and I was whining for him to stop. He stared up at me with his glossy eyes. why did he look so innocent?! He had been anything but innocent with his mouth. His tongue had left a trail that I was still trembling from. Here he was staring up at me, begging me to fold, I couldn’t stop myself from pressing a kiss to his warm mouth. He was so needy, his hands gripped at me tighter, while his tongue continued to violate me in the most sensual way. I couldn't help the soft whines I let slip, his hands grabbing at me, he was pulling me in closer. His fingers dug into my thighs as I bucked into his hips, he tasted like liquor, I’ve only seen him drunk a few times before this. He didn't usually go out drinking, at least not that I had noticed, and we never really spoke about the way he behaved when he did drink. The first time was before we had sex, he had stumbled into my room and shook my bed, he had begged me to make him some ramen. Looking back at the memory it was very obvious that he had been staring at my body. He was even a little overly thankful like a five year old when he wrapped his arms around my waist. Hugging me while he nuzzled his face into me repeatedly saying’ thank you’. It made me giggle back then. His needy and sloppy kiss is what pulled me back, an embarrassing string of saliva connecting us, after pulling away from him my hand quickly went up to wipe at my mouth. His eyes were glossy and looked up at me in awe and the blush I felt over my face made everything so much warmer. His hands pawed at my body, squeezing at my back side, feeling over my chest and then his fingers slipped up to wrap around my neck. He pulled me in for another filthy kiss, his tongue continuing to play with me swallowing the desperate whine I let out, and I couldn't help it when my hips bucked against him again.

“there’s nothing to feel if you do that baby girl. M’not the best at drunk sex” His words came out in a mumble, he sounded so cute when he was drunk, I was so used to seeing him calm and collected. It felt like there was a prominent shift in the dynamics, he seemed more demanding and less focused, there was a more primal urge to him.

“I don’t care, I just- I need to feel you” we were so close, lips almost pressed to each other, he was more unfiltered and his grip so much tighter. He was more unpredictable, forcing a small gasp from me as he gripped on to me and stood up, he was mostly steady for the walk and I tried my best to not distract him. My arms were around his shoulders, before he found the small hallway table and dropped almost everything off to set me down and mouth at my neck. His fingers traced over my thighs while he bit down onto my neck and left sloppy marks on me. It wasn’t long before he picked me up again and forced another squeaky noise from me. The walk to his room was more of a stumble as he fell to the bed on top of me, tugging off my clothes as best he could, he was surprisingly more impatient and whiny when he got like this. The last time he got like this I ended up with most of my clothes undone and his head pressed flush to my almost naked chest. He had laid his body completely on me and his arms were around my back while I held him and played with his hair. I couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or not by the drool he’d left on my skin when we woke up. It hadn’t bothered me, I had no idea how cute I thought it was until I was giggling to myself while I wiped it away with my shirt. The next thing I knew I was the one walking out looking messy while he made breakfast in just his tank top and sweats.

This was different, he seemed more interested in taking off more than he did last time, his mouth pressed a deep kiss to my lips before he slipped down to mouth more at my neck. His hands were more rough when he tugged at my clothes and gripped at my skin. I couldn’t help the small moans and whines from the delicious pain he left. He bit down on my hip before tugging at my shorts, there was a sting of pain and I heard the fabric rip as he pulled on them, his hands worked at the clothing before tossing it onto the floor. His warm hands soothed the sting of his harsh movements as he fit himself between my thighs. He hadn’t made it this far last time and I didn’t want to get my hopes up. His mouth felt warm, his tongue licked at me carefully, he seemed different now that he was between my legs. In my attempt at control I tried to hold back the small noises I made. His hand pressed flat to my abdomen and I could feel myself trembling at the feeling of his tongue inside me. His soft hair tickling my thighs, I couldn’t control the whine that left me, his mouth slowed down. A long drawn out moan leaving my throat, it felt like he was savoring the taste of me, my hands moved to hold him by his hair. His tongue slipping out to lick at my clit I couldn’t help the whining, the filthy noises his mouth made against me, I tried to stop myself. I desperately tried not to call out his name, his hands holding my hips in place, his tongue making everything so wet.. My hands hadn’t been in his hair long before he pulled away and bit down on my hip again. The familiar sound of his belt coming undone had made my skin go cold. His warm mouth finding mine in a filthy kiss, my taste still on his mouth, while his fingers pushed into me. He pulled away only to press his forehead into my collarbone before I felt his warm and heavy cock pushing into me.

“Fuck, m’so hard, baby I dunno if I can last long. You feelso good”

The moment happened so fast before I could process it. His teeth practically sunk into my collar bone, one hand slithering up my torso to gather my wrists and pin me down, one of his hands slid down to grip at my thigh. He had never been so forceful and it had me writhing in a dizzy mess of delicious pain. His hips rocked into me quicker, his mouth marking me while I continued to whine out for him, I was struggling to breathe. A loud smack in the air, the rough way he pulled away from me had somehow brought tears to my eyes. His gaze on me was glossy and he had slowed his hips almost to a stop. I felt overwhelmed and his gaze made the burning in my chest so much more intense. He watched as I gasped and struggled to move my hips toward his. I craved for his warm finish, he stared at me so intently that I couldn’t read him, even now his stare was blank and seemed like he was hiding something. His forehead pressed to mine as he pushed deep into me while I arched my hips into his. The brush of his lips on mine, the warm breath teasing me, he hadn’t kissed me in so long.

“Tell me what you want baby, can’t help if you don’t say anything”

I had not been above begging even so it was embarrassing to do so, I’d never admit to it, but I loved his kisses. There was no hesitation once he asked me to beg. In a desperate voice it was all I could to muster ‘kisses’, ‘want you’, ‘want your kisses’ all while whining and wriggling my hips into his. I could hear him but in the moment all I was focused on was the loud pounding in my chest and the blood rushing through my ears. In my daze of pain and pleasure his low hum of ‘I love it when you beg Fr’me’ it didn’t take more than a few more thrusts. His thumb rubbed lazy and pressured circles into my clit while he drank in my moans and whimpers. In a high pitched whine I came all while he stayed close to me, his lips still close to mine after I gasped into his kiss. He had whimpered and trembled into me, his breathing shaky as he hid his face in my neck, only a deep sigh from me as I felt his warmth inside me. I trembled into him and I felt the sting in my wrists as I tried to get a hand free. He tightened his grip as he came, I could still feel the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsing around him, he was still so hard inside. His grip fell away from me as he grabbed at my hips and lazily rolled to his back and brought me with him. My wrists felt sore as I pressed my palms to his chest. I couldn’t help it as I continued to tremble and rock my hips into him. My vision was blurred through my watery eyes and my chest heaving as I shakily laid on his chest. My body was spent, my muscles were on fire, the marks he made were what felt the most painful. He kissed at the top of my head and I nuzzled into his damp chest.

“I want you again” his words came out in a pant, before I could reply with how tired I was, he sat up abruptly. A whine of pain leaving me, my thighs burned, everything was still so sensitive. He had been so eager he didn’t realize how rough he had been with me until the moment he looked down at me. His fingers brushed over his marks on my neck and chest. The bruises on my thighs and wrists were still so fresh the skin just looked red and irritated.

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?” He held my hand in his as I hid my face in his chest. Thinking of what to respond with when all I could remember is how much I enjoyed it. It was embarrassing to admit and say it out loud, but then he had me repeat it, the smug look on his face as he stared me down while I said ‘I liked it’ made me want to smack him. All the energy had left my body after everything we did together.

“I want you again too, but I’m so tired.” He pressed his forehead to mine with the same smug smirk on his face as he said ‘I can wait’. He’d rolled us around and fixed the sheets. I thought I’d have time to recover and his hand on my hip had been comforting until I felt his fingers spreading between my thighs. My abdomen was sore and I couldn’t help but rock into his fingers. I knew as soon as I felt his body inch closer he’d want to keep going.

What is he doing to me?

What am I doing with him?!

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Kay so this was a very short update. I wanted to do more but I feel like it’s good this way. Of course they had another messy morning and maybe Chan got lucky again who knows? All I know is that all they want to do is know each other, but one think keeps coming in between them actually making any progress, the fact that Chan is so secretive that all he can bring himself to share with her is his body. Y/n is too indecisive and the only thing she really knows is she wants him to have her in every way possible.

Ehh who knows.

There is most definitely an actual plan for a second chapter but it needs so much more work. This is so short but it still took me forever I’m sorry :,)

Also I’m trying to finish and edit a different story I’m thinking it’ll either be my Mafia Changbin or my artsy college boy Hyunjin. We’ll see. I hope this was enough for the two people that commented they wanted more. lol thanks for the comments and reads guys.

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jazz-the-writer · 19 days

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Cold Winter & Warm Water

Mafia Clan Ties Short story

-Lee Know NSFW-

A/N : Hey guys this is a short side story based off of my first Lee Know fic "Mafia Clan Ties" I have it posted here. I have a "Mafia Maid Service" Bang Chan fanfic too and I am planning on more tbh I want to try and do one for each of the boys.

For some reason I am loving my Mafia Minho story like so much, so far I think it's my favorite cause I have the idea so developed and it's been my longest fic so far.

I really would appreciate any love you got to show for it, I'm a silent reader myself but I always try to leave a heart cause the notes are always encouraging.

Originally I wanted this to come out before christmas but you know it can still be a wintery new years thing so the idea is based in early December, gosh if you read this thank you so much anyway I hope you enjoy this short little winter fic.

Also if no one has read my Skz fics if the text …

Looks like this : bold and italics means they’re speaking Korean I wish I knew how to write and I’m practicing when I can remember to :,) but I like the idea of keeping traits from them so since I’m an English speaker I like to make believe that they are speaking Korean in my fics.

Anyway I hope you enjoy it. I plan to do it with most of them. I don’t think I have that in my Felix or Chan fic but I’m sure I will want to do it in the next one.

Jesus this took me so long to finish and edit I was hoping for it to be a late January fic and then I was like maybe Valentine’s Day but omg it took me forever. At least it’s still February 🥲 ok I’m done. Enjoy it pls.

-3/31 this fic was originally planned and started in I think sometime in the beginning of December. It was supposed to be a winter romance. It had kept getting delayed cause of my hectic schedule and a bad case of writers block. For some reason I am so in the mood to edit this. I panned for December, finished it at the end of January and then wanted it to be a late February valentines present but….. I’m just so busy and stressing with work and starting up school again. I hope this is something you all can enjoy. Thank you.<3

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It’s been a few months now, there’s still so much happening within the clans and it’s getting harder to resist the urge of just folding to them and accepting my fate. Minho has been very patient with me since I can’t help it when I get moody with him. My phone had been turned off and taken from me, the ‘friend’ who made me betray the guy I fell in love with had been calling, Minho was very specific with his instructions on staying hidden. I had no reason to believe he wasn’t thinking of my best interest. I was the one who committed a crime against his clan, forgiveness would not be given so easily, he needed to go about taking care of everything carefully. He had been coming and going as we needed more things, clothes for me or extra blankets, if I walked out in the open the chances of them attacking us was inevitable. He had kept reassuring me that my sister was being taken care of by a clan member of his. He had a close circle of a few that knew his intentions and where his loyalties lied and they admired him for it.

He was loyal to the clan, he told me about how things changed when he met me, before he used to long for the day everything would end. The moment was sour and left an awful feeling in my chest. I wished he’d understand how important and thoughtful he was. In that sad moment and sour conversation he told me that when we met he had found a new want to live and experience more out of life. I had fallen in love with the man, but the thought of staying here locked up in this damn cabin was driving me crazy. Temptation had been itching at the back of my neck, maybe if I texted that shit head from the other mafia I could do something, overtime it became clearer that my only way back to civilization was with Minho. I hated the thought of relying on him so much since this mess was all my fault. What else could I do but to cling to him like a pest that doesn’t belong?

“Y/n”

The sound of my name was muffled and I hadn’t realized that I was staring out the back sliding doors like a psychopath. I mumbled out a ‘m’sorry’ before standing up to greet him. The hug lasted longer than usual, I could feel his concern in the way his hands held me closer, he was keeping me in his arms. I felt his finger lift my chin to face him his soft face and the way his hair covered his eyes made me feel warm. There was a feeling of desperation in me and he seemed to understand. I wondered how it got this bad, would we ever make it past this, even if he could fix the situation would we still be together? It was the sting in my bottom lip that pulled me from my thoughts, his thumb grazing over it, He winced at the sight as if it was his own bottom lip. I had gotten into the bad habit of chewing on it, the constant worry and panic had me unconsciously biting on my lip till it went numb and raw. He hadn’t kissed me in a while and when he did it wouldn’t last longer than a few seconds.

“Let’s go”

In the moment his voice sounded so far away, and it was a bit strange to be tugged along behind him, he grabbed a blanket and continued out the back door. I only had enough time to throw on a cardigan and slip my feet into my slippers. He walked us down an unseen path in the woods behind the cabin. It was getting darker and the sunlight made the snow in the trees glow in a pretty way. It was quiet between us, a comfortable silence, he seemed determined and I felt defeated. His cold fingers tugged at my own after he laid out the thick blanket on the snow. He sat down and tugged me to follow him and that’s when I noticed how cold it was. I couldn’t stop myself from hiding my face in his chest, a warm hum rumbling through him, the chill in the beginning of winter running through me. The almost frozen over lake he led us to had me in awe of how he could take me out without going into town.

“I’m sorry, it’s not easy, every time I try talking to them-”

He let a sigh out in frustration, I nudged at him from my spot in his arms, he didn’t need to keep explaining himself. I looked up at him and kissed at his cheek, he fell back to lay on the blanket, slowly the sun set and it got colder. His hands kept me close and just before I could speak up to suggest we go inside he suddenly climbed on to me. His fingers sliding in between my own as he made himself comfortable between my thighs. It was getting colder and I couldn’t help it as I shook against him. His cheeks and nose were so pink I wanted to pinch them but settled for squeezing at his fingers intertwined with mine instead. The smile on his lips seemed so defeated and I couldn’t help but feel responsible for it.

The moment his forehead pressed to mine, a small and painful kiss starting it all, that I realized how cold it really was. I was in a large cardigan of his with just enough clothes on to cover myself. I spent every day inside and most days I didn’t really make much effort to change out of my pajamas. His jeans felt cold against my thighs and the chilly air between us had me shaking. I squeezed at him with my thighs before whispering how cold it was against his mouth. His hands pressed into me as he slid them down my arms to hold my waist. My body flinched against him as I felt his hand slip up my shirt, his hands were so much colder on my skin, I grabbed at his biceps trying to plead with him to stop.

“Minho, it’s freezing, we should go inside”

His cold nose brushed against my neck, my body still shivering against him, as he left small wet kisses to my skin. His voice was only a whisper ‘you’ve been inside all day are you sure?’

His hand cupped at my chest while the other slipped lower to squeeze at my back side while pulling me into him. I continued to shiver at his cold touch, the low hum from him didn’t help either, mouth still so close to my neck when he mumbled out ‘you’re so warm’ everything around us seemed so quiet, the muffled sounds of winter, all I could hear was the pounding of my heart against my chest.

“Someone will see us, stop it” the words struggled to leave me as I shivered in the cold air.

“I’m the only one watching you” his hands were still so cold against my skin, as he played with me, his tongue tracing over my chest while he left wet kisses in his trail. The moment he stopped had me sighing, but I wasn’t sure if it relieved me or frustrated me, he looked up at me and the way his eyes changed made my heart ache just that much more for him.

“If you’re too cold we can go inside, I’m just trying to distract you, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable” He was being sincere and even with how much I was shaking, and the cold snow making my back wet even with the blanket as a barrier, the thought of doing this with him in the open. I couldn't help it when I pulled him in for a slow kiss the pain I felt was bitter sweet and he seemed helpless. It was still freezing cold, but with him so close, having him keep me warm was enough for the moment. His clothes were cold on my skin, I nearly forgot, he’d been gone almost half the day and as soon as he got home he came back out.

He pressed his lips to my neck and the soft brush of his cold skin had me leaning into him, wanting to keep him warm, his cheek and nose finding warmth in the curve of my neck. I tilted my head back to welcome him, he nuzzled into me, his nose pressed to me while he let out a soft spoken ‘it’s so cold’. The feeling of his cold hands caressing my waist had me whining for him. His fingers felt like ice as they pressed to my skin while he pushed my thin shirt up. His mouth on my chest, hands cupping at me, his warm tongue leaving a cold wet trail in his wake. His hands slipped lower, tugging at my bottoms, before I could beg him to stay he was between my thighs.

The icy air making goose bumps rise on my skin still wet from his mouth. His hands were only slightly warmer as he mouthed at my thighs and kissed between them. His fingers pulled at the thin fabric covering me, thumb hooking in to tug it, everything was so cold and the way his warm wet tongue pressed flat to my wanting home had me squirming. He hadn’t done this before and here he had me in the cold air, exposed for him, while he had his way with tasting me. His tongue was slow, he played with me, teasing at my clit making me squirm and whine for him. My fingers had to grab hold of his hair, it was brushing against my thighs, he had me squirming even more at the feeling of it.

The sounds he was making, slurping and smacking sounds, I was trembling against him even more. He was kissing and sucking at my clit before his warm tongue started licking circles inside of me. The sound’s leaving me were filthy, whining for him and begging him to hurry, I tried to fight against the urge to buck into his face. Slowly I felt him and tried to control my squirming, his coat was cold, my knees were over his shoulders. His hands had left my thighs, pulling me into him by my the waistband of my bottoms, his tongue feeling just that much deeper the closer we were. I couldn’t help it when I flinched against him and squeezed at him between my thighs. His moans and hums against me had my head spinning. Hands pulling me in deeper, while his tongue licked at my walls and slipped out for him to lap at my clit in the most filthy and unforgiving manner.

I was practically crying and begging for him to finish me off helplessly shaking against his vulgar mouth. The blanket was soaked and I could feel the back of my clothes getting wet from the icy snow underneath. I was so close, so close for him, and everything was so cold. His hands were freezing and wet against my waist, the moment that had me shaking and whimpering into him, he drank in my orgasm while I cried out and whined for him. His cold palms spread onto my skin, begging for warmth and it made me wonder.

When did his hands leave my body?

Everything felt freezing cold, but his warm mouth still between my thighs, his tongue slipping inside of me again. My hips bucked into him involuntarily while he continued to lick into me. His mouth was so warm his lips softly kissing at me, before I felt kisses pressing into my thighs, his teeth biting down on the flesh of my thigh. I let out a whine as he bit down on the skin. His mouth didn't leave me til he was satisfied with the mark he left. His fingers were cold as they reached into the band of my bottoms before he tugged them off. He helped me stand after leaving me trembling in the freezing cold.

“Minho, it’s cold, can we please go inside?” I was afraid he wanted to freeze out here to continue what we started. He mumbled out for me to take everything off since it was wet and I watched as he took off his coat. He stood there waiting for me to finish undressing, I did as he said, before he covered me with his coat. In the same movement of him covering me he had grabbed at me and scooped me up over his shoulder. His freezing hand was holding onto my thighs and I couldn't process it correctly as I watched from the back. The lake had gotten smaller and the sky was darker as he carried me into the cabin.

He was quiet and it made me wonder how he'd spent his day. The snow had me wondering how long it had been since we were practically exiled. He told me he was keeping watch of my sister, he was in contact with a clan member, the small circle of underlinings in the clan that he trusted answered his calls. How he had contacted them I didn’t know. I assumed he was using public phones. The longer I thought the more I wanted to ask about her. I could see the back porch of the cabin below me, Minho had tossed the cold wet clothes to the side, after stepping inside the cabin he set me down. I walked off to cover myself with a towel and grabbed one for him when I noticed he had started to take off his pants.

He took the towel in his hands and took off his underwear. We were both still frozen pink, but in that moment I saw his stiff member, he covered himself with the towel after taking it from my hand. I could feel my mouth watering at the thought of continuing what we had started. I didn’t think he could still get so stiff when he was the one who practically sat in the snow. After he finished taking everything off he took my hand and walked us to the bathroom. he asked me to sit and wait for him while he was running a bath. I smiled to myself when I saw him adding the lavender bath salts, he had asked me if it was something I enjoyed, the memory of when he pulled them from the shopping bag coming to mind. Any time he went out he would always come back with small gifts for us to enjoy; small puzzles, board games, and plenty of food for us to cook together.

"Minho, what day is it?" He looked up at me from his spot near the tub. I met his eyes and the warm feeling his gaze brought to my chest made me feel like the chill from being out in the snow was melting away from the rest of my body. His ears, nose and cheeks were still so pink and his hair covered most of his eyes. I couldn't help the way my thighs pressed together, the way his hair made my skin shiver, the memory of his mouth on me not so long ago. The faint sound of his voice saying it was the '10th' of December made me feel the need to mention my sister.

"I usually decorate with her this week, I used to buy pinecones and a small tree to decorate. I wonder if she's doing it, she always gets so busy, I was always the one to remind her" He stayed quiet and listened to me I don't know what I wanted him to say. I think I just wanted it to feel normal for a moment.

“I remember, she was always stuck on her screen, she had to be working on something” his voice was warm. I didn’t realize how much we were both stuck, he needed to keep himself alert to keep me safe, he couldn’t go home either. We needed each other, I couldn’t turn on him now, putting my trust in him would not be in vain. His cabin was quaint, some things were kept traditional, how he had time to work on this in his own time was a mystery to me. A few nights into our stay he told me how he had gotten the cabin a few years into the beginning of his time in the Mafia. He would come here to work on it when he felt like he was losing himself, he wouldn’t go into too much detail and seemed uncomfortable, I didn’t want to push him on the topic.

The bathroom was something he told me he worked on first, he kept the in floor spa and liked the wooden floors, there was a glass shower stall he added along with an in floor drain. Hearing him go on and on about it was comforting, the tone in his voice, he was very pleased with the way he installed the new floors and the wood he had chosen, the sealer he used and how he wanted to make it easier to clean. The bathroom had gotten clouded with steam and it was then I noticed Minho taking his towel off to sit in the tub. He seemed to be watching me and I couldn’t help the warmth I felt run down my spine at the thought of being so close to him. It wasn’t so small we couldn’t be together in it, he was quiet, before standing I couldn’t help but try to relieve the pressure between my thighs. He only stared up at me from his spot, patiently waiting for me to join him, before getting in I placed my towel next to his.

The water was so hot, it had been so cold outside, I let myself sink in and trembled at the way my body was enveloped with the heat. The tub was deep enough to reach my shoulders, I relaxed into the water before tilting my head back to wet my hair. The water smelled like lavender the heat warming the both of us. There was only one spot to sit, Minho's hands pulled me into him, the only sound was the water moving between us. He had me in his lap and his hands were calm, no motives behind them, it almost made me want him to try something. We were all alone and after what he had just done with me in the snow to say I was left wanting would be an understatement. I thought he might be desperate for more, with how painfully hard he looked from before, right now he was sitting with me his hands only holding me close enough to keep me in place.

“You never told my why you did it” my words seemed out of place. I don’t know why I said it, but it was all that I could think about since the moment he came to my rescue. Why did he do what he did? Was there even an answer? Would he even tell me?

“you belong with me. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Minho” my voice came out in a whine as I hid my face in his neck.

As if it wasn’t hot enough for us in the bath, he had to go and make my heart pound at his words. It was almost a relief to hear his mischievous laugh, he was always pleased with himself when he made me blush, I loved how he always had a higher pitch in his breath. After his laughter died down he let out a deep sigh.

“In that moment, I was angry, I won’t lie to you. Hearing Jisung-ah yelling everything out. I didn’t know how to feel. You had become very precious to me in such a short time, a part of me wanted to hurt you too, the more I thought about everything that happened between us. I can’t explain it, but if I tried to, if I could rationalize it. The moment I saw him my body moved before I could think.”

I was quiet in his arms, my hands were around his shoulders, the feeling of his voice and the way he moved his head in thought. I couldn’t help but remember the look of betrayal on Jisung’s face when Minho stood between us. I wondered if he would ever be able to forgive him. He had always been suspicious of me, even when there was nothing to be suspicious of, from the moment Minho and I met. I had met him before being forced into this ploy to gather information. In the beginning my thoughts on Minho had been very clear, he was dangerous, he was beautiful but ultimately I was not willing to risk my safety for him. Had he not been the one to pursue me and get seen by my so called ‘mafia friends’ we probably would have never been in this mess.

“I think after he finishes being angry with me he’ll come around. He’s always been like that, a ticking time bomb, I remember when I was teaching him in the beginning I was more serious. I kept strictly to a routine, before I met you, the thought of being with someone wasn’t attainable”

“Do you think he’ll ever forgive me? I never-“

His arms wrapped around me tighter when he heard my voice falter. Jisung was so very sweet, he had such a warm softness to himself, he was very good at masking it when needed. I had seen the way he was with Minho and he had been so comfortable with me before everything had changed. I had felt the shift before it happened and I blame myself for not saying something to him before it all. The fear that ran through my veins was too powerful, they knew where to find my sister, how could I ever think to stand up to anyone?

“He’ll have to eventually, there was no other way this could have played out, what were we to expect? You couldn’t say anything, there was no one you could truly trust, I think in the end things played out in the best way. I couldn’t promise you anything if you had told me before, it would have been too late”

“I wanted to tell you everything, for so long I wanted to, but the longer it went on-”

His lips cut me off, a small soft kiss that I couldn’t help but melt into, my hands pressed into his shoulders. The sting of pain on my lips felt so far away, I felt the need to express how desperate I was. The sound of the water moving and light patter of the droplets against the larger bed of water we sat in was the only background noise. I had shifted positions to straddle him in the kiss while his hands brought me closer to feel him press between my thighs. He was calm, his hands only holding onto my hips, a low hum in his chest as he stared up at me.

“Do you want me to wash your hair?”

he seemed to want to change the subject and I didn’t want to keep going if he wasn’t comfortable. He was a little rougher when it came to washing my scalp. The entirety of us actually trying to shower each other was just the sound of laughter and scolding. I told him he was being too rough with my hair and he was complaining that I was scratching his scalp with my nails. The moment he was washing my body he took the time to pay closer attention in certain areas. We were quiet, he had my back pressed to his chest, all I could do was try to hold back the moans as his hands squeezed at me and his fingers pressed between my thighs. He was teasing me, asking in whispers if he was being too rough, he asked me if I wanted him to be softer. I tried to squeeze at his hands with my thighs, it only made him hum in my ear, his touch only caressing them before he said it was his turn. I couldn’t remember most of it, just how much steam there was and the bubbles surrounding us, by the end of it I was in his lap. Ignoring the pinch of pain I had with each kiss on his skin mouthing at his neck and whining against him. His fingers were inside of me and I longed for what he had pressed against my thigh. We had been more careful since the first time, we made sure to use condoms since I couldn’t get my birth control.

“Minho, I need you, please” I couldn’t help but beg for him as I desperately clung to him. His fingers felt so nice but I wanted to feel full of him so badly. I needed him.

“Fuck”

His fingers left me and I whined out at the empty feeling, my mouth pressed to his before anything, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. His mouth moved against mine, before he pulled away staring up at me, and in the moment all I wanted was him in the steamy haze. His hands came between us and I gasped into his mouth, his warm cock pressing into me, he pressed his mouth to mine in a bittersweet kiss. The moan I let out was muffled into him, I missed kissing him, pushing my hips closer and feeling him sink in deeper. His hands squeezed at my backside as I slowly rocked into him. It felt like it had been too long since we had last touched each other this way. Apart from the first time and a few days into us staying here he had become somewhat distant. He was so focused on what we needed and how cold it would get inside because he had part of the cabin unfinished. He had hidden away from me and apart from us sleeping in the same bed, or enjoying some time alone while he read a book or we played a board game, he kept his hands to himself and I was too panicked to initiate any thing.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this” his voice sounded so desperate, filled with want, almost as if he needed me more than anything.

The lump in my throat was understandable, it was the tears that surprised me, I couldn’t control myself. Everything we had been through and yet here we were, enjoying a selfish moment, he was someone I selfishly wanted all to myself. I wanted him and wanted him to want me just as much. The first sound of the small sob I let out caught his attention. I couldn’t let him stop this moment so instead I held the hand he had on my face and kissed him deeper. In between kisses I whispered that I was fine and the situation was too overwhelming to think about. Without a second thought he offered to stop, I only squeezed around him again and begged him to keep going.

In a dizzy haze of tears and messy kisses, that were as painful as they were desperate with a taste of metal, he kept me close and held me as I fell apart in his arms. His warm hands grabbing and squeezing at me, it was when his fingers wrapped around my neck, pulling me into a slow warm kiss that I couldn’t help but shiver into. His other hand tending to where I was sensitive the water had made the pressure of everything so much heavier. He was more careful as he slowly circled my clit, watching me twitch and gasp into him, I could feel how desperate he was to make me finish. The tremble of my orgasm shaking through me, his lips pulled away from me and I felt lost for a moment. The warm feeling of him inside, he had held back, he was still trying to stop himself from cuming inside of me. I was still sensitive as I moved again and he grabbed at my hips quietly begging me to stay still.

“please, Minho. I need you.”

His breathing came out in heavy pants as he gripped at my hips and moved me. He was slow and it felt so overwhelming, his breathing, the way he kept his eyes shut and I felt so lonely even with him this close to me. He tensed up against me and looked up at me when I called for him a second time. His eyes were soft, it felt like he didn’t understand what I was asking for, I pressed at the wet hair clinging to his cheek before pressing another kiss to him before sinking down on to him. I swallowed the moan that left him before leaving his lips with a smack.

“I need to feel you cum inside me, please”

My words were a whisper against his mouth as I pulled and pushed against him, he was whining and his fingers dug into my hips, he moved me against him and I couldn’t help how sensitive it felt. He had my head spinning, everything was so warm, in the moment he gripped harder on to my hips. His hands held my hips flush to his as I felt his warmth spread inside of me. There was a feeling of fullness and relief at the feeling of him inside me. I felt complete, his small whimpers and quiet moans as he pressed his face into my chest, it surprised me that I felt myself come undone again with him. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, his face in my chest, my arms folded over his shoulders while I played with his hair. His lips pressed soft kisses into my skin before finding his way back to me. I could feel him softening inside but it still felt so nice to have him so close.

“I’m in love with you, does that scare you?”

His words were muffled against my neck and it felt like the question scared him. It didn’t take me long to decide how I felt, maybe that’s what really scared me, before he let the question sit in the air for too long I whispered ‘no’ in his ear. The moment was so warm and quiet as we pulled away from each other. He stepped out and grabbed a new towel to cover himself before grabbing another for me and wrapping it around me. The atmosphere felt lighter, a comfortable silence in the air, as we walked to the room together. The relief we felt from speaking the words stuck inside our heads out loud was something I didn’t know we needed. The warm lights in the cabin made the room look soft, my legs had felt like they’d give in soon, I needed to stop to take a seat on the bed as he walked over to the dresser. He was busy picking out the clothes and I had felt a more aching pain in my abdomen.

I wondered if maybe what we did was the reason my back and abdomen felt so achy, it felt different from the other times, maybe it was because it had been some time since we first started. While I was lost in thought about the pain Minho had come back and caught my attention as he leaned into me. His nose brushing against mine and I couldn’t help the shy smile on my face at the excitement of him wanting more. His lips pressed to mine and it wasn’t till I felt a deep ache and warmth seeping from me. The familiar feeling of blood had made me realize that the familiar sensation was because of my period. I gasped and pressed to his chest, the way he still felt so warm and wet made me even more upset, he was so calm and gentle as he gave me the space I needed. I pressed my face to his chest from his spot between my thighs and hid in embarrassment. His warm hands rubbed at my back and it was surprising how comforting and soothing it was to have him ease the ache in my muscles.

“I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, we don't have to keep going, it's my mistake for thinking you wanted to continue"

I couldn't help the way he made me feel, he was too sweet for his own good, how could someone so warm and gooey on the inside exist? My body moved on its own as I pressed soft kisses to his chest, up his neck, in a trail that ended with a warm and soft kiss to his lips. It was between soft kisses and small whispers that I explained to him what had finally happened. He wasn't one to shy away from "natural body functions" and we had spoken about my skipped period. Everything was for lack of a better word easy with Minho, it was more than easy, the best word to describe it would be comfortable. I didn't feel the need to be embarrassed, even in the moments I felt embarrassment there was still comfort, he'd never lie to me or judge me over anything. I'd gotten so lost in the kiss that it wasn't till I felt him get closer and tug at the towel. My body still felt so sensitive and the beginning of my period was not the most exciting thing.

"Minho, please. I don't really feel that sexy right now."

I had pulled away from him and couldn't help but feel responsible for his pout as he looked over the exposed areas of my body. His fingers felt over my skin and it had left goosebumps in his wake. He leaned over me and I fought to resist the urge to tug him into another kiss. The thought of running away to get dressed and put on a pad became so much more enticing. His small hum in my ear, made me wonder what he would say next, had me on the edge of my seat. A small and quiet 'what can I do to make you feel sexy?' came out of him.

His hands spread my knees as he got closer and I felt him press his warmth to my thigh. I had wanted it so much before I realized what had happened and here he was working me up again. He didn't let me deny the fact that I had been excited to continue with him. His response to my 'we'll make a mess' was something that had me question everything. His presence overwhelming me and the temptation getting harder to resist.

"I want to make a mess with you" His hips inched closer to mine and I couldn’t help how it felt. I was very much in the mood but the thought of having to clean up after is what made me hesitant. I hid in his neck and pressed my hands to his chest before I spoke up.

“Minho, I really want to, but I’m uncomfortable with it”

He kissed at my cheek and let out a soft hum before helping me up. After I had fixed myself for bed he was there waiting for me, reading one of the books he’d brought. I crawled up to him on the bed and he looked so calm and soft that it made me feel somewhat guilty. He’d been so sweet and gentle with me and he’d never try to make me do something I didn’t want to do. I had begun to worry that I might be the one taking advantage of him and his kindness. The small ‘I’m sorry’ that I whispered in his arms was met with a warm and comforting back rub. He kept his focus on my lower back and the warmth of his hand help ease the ache in my muscles. He was even gentle when he scolded me ‘you don’t feel well, there’s nothing to be sorry for’ he was all I had and he wasn’t taking advantage or keeping me in the dark. I needed to do the same in return.

“What’s more comfortable for you?”

He had pulled away from me and adjusted the covers, the overwhelming need to cry had started welling up, how could he be the sweetest and most thoughtful person? In the beginning I heard about the things he did, hearing them was one thing, I’d never seen him do any of them. To think the man staring at me, with the softest face in the word and over grown hair nearly covering his eyes, looking at me with such sincerity. Asking how to make me feel comfortable when everything had felt so overwhelmingly stressful. All I wanted was to be warm and not remember anything that had happened. The only way to not cry was to climb in and press my back to his front. I was afraid to speak because of the thick lump in my throat, it wasn’t till I felt his warm hand feel over my abdomen, I could feel the bloating and the ache was more intense now that I realized why everything hurt. His warm hand made it somewhat bearable, and I couldn’t help it when I let out a shaky sigh, he was quiet and only pressed his nose into my neck. His slow steady breathing and warm hand on my abdomen was all I needed to feel calm. The lump in my throat calming and leaving only a stuffy nose and some tears as I felt his warm body against mine. The only thing that could make this better would be if we could finally be free.

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Ok so I’m very pleased with this. Idk about the logistics of doing the spicy stuff in the snow but we’re gonna ignore that cause Mafia Minho and y/n are too fucken adorable.

This took me like 6months thinking it up and then I started writing it like 4 months ago and I’m :,) so happy it’s here rn.

There will definitely be more to come for Mafia Minho and y/n but for now I think I want to put stuff out for the other boys I’m not lying when I say I have like 16+ drafts I have at the very least an idea for each of the boys I hope to post for a different 3 this year, last year it was Felix, Lee know and Chan this year if I can squeeze in another short chapter like this for Chan and Lix I will try but I want to post a different skz member this year. I have a Changbin idea and a Hyunjin one that are pretty developed and I just need to add more story and edit but I’m hoping to post them soon.

Thank you if you’re actually reading this I’m pretty sure I’m talking to myself here 😀

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