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royaltyoon · 1 year

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GUN X READER

Deal with the devil

[A/N]

I actually like this one, it's a little long but I made the reader badass asf.

It's not the most realistic, but which fic ever is?

Tw: mentions of weaponry and death threats. Implied intercourse (?)

You stood at the entrance of the bigdeal streets. According to your calculations, he should be here soon. You were in charge of all the money statistics in the crew and you knew the amount was falling short. You knew he would visit sooner or later.

His entrance was right on cue, as if you summoned the devil himself. It wouldn't be beneath him to be the incarnation of the devil either. So the aim wasn't far off.

"We need to talk." If gun had as much as seen your face before he would've thought you both knew eachother. "And who are you?" He stopped right in front of you, holding his umbrella, shielding him from the rain. You couldn't say the same with your wet clothes and hair matting up, falling flat in its place.

"that doesn't matter. But I can't let you meet jake. Not when I know what the conversation is going to be about."

"so you know." He said, dropping his cigarette and putting it out with his foot. "I wondered who was in charge of all the finances after Samuel left. Guess that's you."

You bit the inside of your cheek, so much for being a secret. "I'm not here to beat him up, you should've known that too." His dark eyes stared straight into your soul.

"I do. But it's not a good time to have that conversation either." You knew jake was under too much pressure, especially after whatever happened with sinu. This topic would only put more on his plate than there needs to be. Jake was like an older brother to you, and you tried your best to repay whatever kindness he paid you.

"unfortunately, I don't take orders from you." He took a step to the right, dismissing your presence. You move in front of him again, blocking his way. "Are you planning on fighting me? Even you should know that's a losing bet for you." He raised an eyebrow.

He was not phased by your determined stance. "Alright let's make this interesting. Land a hit on me and I'll leave. You have a minute." His voice had a daring tone.

"I'm extremely good at taekwondo, are you sure a hit is all I need?" Pretending to be tough doesn't always pan out, but it's still worth a try.

You took his silence as a yes. You knew your skills weren't nearly enough to even touch him, so you had to work around it. You needed more than simply brawns.

"predictable." His voice was bored when he blocked your kick. "Pathetic." It rang out again. He didn't even have to keep his umbrella down, the power gap was just that much.

He held your ankle right before it could hit his face. Using it to your advantage, you try to twist your way out of it. "You know it's no use-" He fell silent as a small *tak* sound was made.

His left his grip on your foot and brought his hand to his eye. "Was that a stone?" His voice grew louder. "Mh-hm. My aim is impeccable." You shrugged, a grin breaking out but it dropped just as quickly.

You ducked as his fist reached out to you. "Hey now. A deal is a deal. You said you'd leave if I land a hit. And I did. You didn't mention it had to be physical contact" You could tell he wasn't happy to hear that. "Joongoo would've approved of you" he mumbles. Before turning back.

He stops half way, "Next time we meet, I won't go easy." He says without looking back.

"Next time we meet, I'll bring a gun." (I mean like a pistol. Lol)

--- (few months in the future)---

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself to open the door. Knowing the devil is on the other side really made you not want to. Big deals monetary status hadn't improved much since the last time. And you knew the next visit by him wouldn't be just a warning.

So you thought of the only way this would play out in your favour was if you went to him before he came to you.

Finally opening the door to his office and making your entrance. "Missed me?" You grin, putting on your tough facade again.

He took a few seconds to register the scene before he spoke. "Not in the slightest." His tilted his head to look behind you, seeing a body laying unconscious. "So the taekwondo wasn't just a ruse?" He asked. "Maybe not" you shrugged.

"I kept our promise, you know." You dug into your pocket, bringing out a gun (a pistol) and lazily twirling it around your fingers. It didn't do much to change his expression. Rather it seems you intrigued him more.

"There's one bullet in this. And you know I won't miss. So hear me out." You demanded, a smirk laying on your face and you leaned forward against his table. "Give big deal some more time."

He leaned back on his chair. "And why would I?"

"Or I'm the only one walking out of this room alive."

He smirks, "what do you have up your sleeve this time? You couldn't have just walked into the lions den without a plan?" Gun was more interested in your guts to stand against him rather than worry if it would be his last. He knew it wouldn't be.

"Of course." You smile. "If a big deal member takes out the infamous 'gun'. Big deal would make too many enemies. Stronger ones even. So you see, I left big deal three days ago." His eyebrow arched in surprise. But his silence urged you to continue.

"I left a note and everything." Your hand flailed in the air. "In these three days, I met with your precious leaders of the other crews."

"If you die today. The entire workers affiliate would come to aid bid deal if your acquaintances still manage to pin the blame on big deal. That little nerd with specs? He seemed too enthused to get rid of you." You twirled the pistol in your hand again.

Gun smirked, it gave off creepy vibes which almost made you lose your confidence. "God dog? He didn't seem too inclined to make a deal. He's got that lone wolf drama going on. But I know he wants to get rid of you too and he doesn't like being in-debt to anyone. He'd come to the rescue if the problem ever rises."

"Olly." You sighed. "He was a little tough to convince. But the second i mentioned Eli Jang, he was on board." Gun's expression turned serious at the mention of Eli's name. "And guess what?" You smiled wider. "I have a lead on his whereabouts."

"You're lying." Gun straightened himself. "Or am I?" You challenge him with a grin.

"So, what's your decision. The balls in your court now." You stood up straight, aim the gun(pistol) where his stone cold heart should be.

"You won't pull the trigger." He laughs.

"why not?"

"I see your hand trembling. You don't have the guts."

"or was it all an act." As if on the cue of your words, your hand steadies itself, moving to aim at his head now. "Oh, and if you think you fight i won't be able to shoot you." You throw a decorative piece from his table up in the air and shoot a bullet hitting it perfectly causing it to disintegrate in the air. "My aim? Impeccable. Even on moving objects."

"Didn't you say the gun had only one bullet?" He raised an eyebrow. "Or was that a lie?" You say, bringing back the gun and aiming it at this head. "So, your answer?"

"I shouldn't have called you Samuels replacement. You're better." He grins creepily again. "How do I know you're not lying about making deals with the other crews?"

"you don't." You smile. "It's up to you to risk it."

He laughs, "You've impressed me. I'll give big deal 2 months."

"Make it four and I might let you in on the lead about Eli Jang."

"Alright."

---(few weeks in the future)---

"How did you know you'd find me here?" You said lighting a cigarette. "Where else would you be other than the big deal streets. It had to be a lie that you left the crew." He said, stepping out of the dark.

"it was." You smile, the cigarette hanging between your lips. Taking it out and passing it to him, you blew out smoke.

He accepted the cigarette, leaning against the alley wall beside you. It was silent for a while "What brings you here?" You looked at him from the corner of your eye. He dropped the cigarette and put out the butt. "You." He said and pushed himself off the wall.

"wha- before you could complete your sentence, he brought his lips against yours. His hand traveled under your ear bringing you closer. It was hard not to kiss back when it felt so intoxicating. You were convinced he was the devil, no one else could be this tempting.

You pulled away to breathe, but he pulled you back to him. Pushing you into the wall with rough hands. He tasted like cigarettes, the addictive kind.

You took him up to your room that night after he snaked his hand under your shirt and you had no will to stop him. That gave rise to a 'no strings attached' agreement between the two. You made a deal with the devil.

---(three months in the future)---

"This ends the second you hurt jake." You said in between breaths. "Why." He shoved you against the wall harder, his hands pressed against your waist. "Are you talking about someone else when I'm right here." He bit down on your lower lip until you voiced out a moan. And he smirked in satisfaction.

Gun had come to grow accustomed to you, to your body. He knew what would make you moan or even scream. And he got accustomed to hearing your sounds more than he'd like to accept.

It had been a while since someone had impressed him like you did. He liked the danger, the thrill. He liked the sensation, he liked yo-

No, no he didn't. It is a 'foes with benefits' situation. That's it, nothing more nothing less. That's what gun told himself.

---(one month in the future)---

Gun stood in the rain. He just took care of jake and disqualified big deal.

For some reason, it felt heavy. Everything did. But mostly, it was his chest.

*tak* a small pebble hit him on the back of his head. He knew exactly who it was.

Another pebble followed, and then another.

He finally turned around and looked at you. Your eyes red, but no tears escaped them. You flicked another stone at him. Your last one. "Fuck you." You seethed

"That's exactly what you've been doing all this while." He smirks

"Go to hell." You hissed, turning your back to him. You couldn't stay there a second longer.

"That's exactly where I'll be going." He mumbled loud enough for you to hear. He looked at you, as your figure got smaller and smaller and finally merged with the horizon.

He clicked his tongue and himself left the place. But not before he bent down and picked a pebble you threw at him and shoving it into his pocket.

You should've known a deal with the deal would never end well.

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benewol · 11 months

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beat the shit out of them [Vin Jin x Reader]

this work is heavily influenced by @wannaeatramyeon 's works, especially her unhinged reader fic featuring vin!! no warnings, reader can also be considered genderneutral as far as im concerned just a bunch of cussing tbh. hope you enjoy :))

"Vin Jin."

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"Hey, Vin Jin."

...

"I'm fucking talking to you!"

The next thing he feels is a harsh smack on the back of his head as he quickly catches himself before the chair can tip over.

"The fuck do you want?! Fucking crazy ass bitch," he rubs the now throbbing, sore spot you gave him, face scrunching up as usual.

Dramatic motherfucker.

"If you didn't tint your glasses over so much you wouldn't be getting smacked. You would've seen me preparing to swing, too," you smirk in retaliation, your arms moving from their crossed position to resting next to your sides while you're leaning against his table.

He merely sends you what you think is probably supposed to be a nasty glare and re-positions his legs on that same table, nudging your back with his polished sneakers.

So you continue talking.

"Mary's been trying to gesture for you to leave the classroom without making a commotion, you know."

"Okay, and?"

"Your bff needs you and that's all you can say? Really?" You roll your eyes.

"Can't be so important if it only took you to solve it."

"Fuck off."

"Lol, you first."

"Sure. Tell me why you keep tinting your glasses and I will."

His eyes furrow inquisitively.

"I don't need to do shit. Class is starting soon so you need to move your fat ass soon anyway, might as well do it immediately," his smug smile one of those you'd love to fill with a pile of some of his ridiculous sheets of lyrics crumpled up.

That's a good idea. You're adding that to your list titled 'what would piss vincent the fuck off'.

"Your sense of time is, unsurprisingly, tremendously shit. We have another half an hour left, you moron," you reach out your hand to flick his wide forehead, which he now sees coming and dodges, catching himself before falling yet again.

What a fucking loser, you shake your head and keep yourself from succumbing to laughter.

"Whatever. I'm not showing you shit."

"Come on. I'm sure whatever it is you're blowing it out of proportion," you reach out again to touch his glasses.

He reaches out too. To stop your hand from moving towards his sunglasses. And his grip is not as harsh as you'd expected it to be.

"Stop it. If you see it, I'll have to kill you."

"See what? You're being so ominous. Do you have weird rectangular pupils like goats or what?"

He sputters for a moment.

"That'd be funny."

"The fuck?"

"You could come up with a line like 'my eyes are like those of a goat, yeah, I'm the GOAT'," you press your lips together to stop the laughter from spilling out of your mouth.

That line was good.

He won't tell you that, though, because you were way too close to uncovering the truth.

He huffs, turning his head away from you and crossing his arms in front of his chest.

What he doesn't know is that his oh-so-clever self forgot to re-tint his glasses.

This in turn means the sun's rays hit his lenses so nicely you were able to catch a tiny glimpse of his two grey irises and the resulting pupils in his left eye.

Your breath catches in your throat.

A soft gasp makes his head turn back to you, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"What's that? Pulling a stupid line like that and immediately growing quiet?" He mumbles to mask his alarm.

You hum, and he notices your solemn expression, making him grow apprehensive.

"Weren't you Cheonliang's number one?"

"Still am."

"And Allied's number two?"

"Yeah."

"How come you don't just lose the shades and simply beat the shit out of anyone who comments on your eyes, then?"

He stares at you. Still occasionally having rubbed the wound you'd inflicted on the back of his head, he loosens his arms which were crossed behind it.

Placing them on his thighs, he balls his fists.

"Shut up."

He abruptly stands up and moves towards the door, shaking the table you were leaning against, making you furrow your brows in irritation.

Typical.

At least you'll know where to find him.

If things don't go his way, he'll just lock himself in the boys' bathroom and listen to one of Duke's albums.

You don't intend letting him flee the scene this time, though.

"Don't you dare run away now."

He doesn't know why, but he halts in his steps.

"Or else what, pipsqueak?"

He turns back towards you.

"Your eye adds to your nonexistent charm."

...

"Hello?"

...

"Earth to Vincent?" You wave your hand in front of his shielded eyes.

Turning on his heel, he doesn't leave without wanting to have the last word.

"Fucking weirdo, I don't need your pity."

"Asshole, I'm not pitying you!!"

What you fail to see is the faintest of rose-coloured blushes on Vin's cheeks as he puckers his lips, absentmindedly scratching at his lenses while sauntering down the hallway.

#vin jin x reader #jin hobin x reader #lookism x reader #genderneutral reader #lookism reader-insert #lookism fanfiction #lookism fanfic

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randynova · 2 years

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𝐄𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

sᴀᴍᴜᴇʟ sᴇᴏ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? : ʏᴇs

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𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): ᴀɴɢsᴛ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

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𝐴.𝑁.: 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 @beautifulbreaddream ! 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑡!

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When will the ego of a man be considered too grand, or too small even? Will it be when he puts his business before his beloved?

Perhaps when he sacrifices pawns left and right to reach his dream by any means necessary? Or how about when he refuses to admit he's at fault for the outcome before him? Only he knows.

But Samuel doesn’t know.

He pushed the girl he loves most aside for power, afterall. He betrayed everyone he ever befriended in his path if it meant he would succeed in the end. With a bloody concussion or a bullet to the back, Samuel did what he believed was necessary.

However, in terms of romance, he never betrayed you. Well, not in the sense he did to most.

Samuel swept you off your feet and pampered you, showing you a tender, loving side he never expressed to anyone. The member of the Workers, with his notorious stoic expression and twisted fighting spirit, surprised you with how caring and gentle he could be — but it soon melted away the more you two got closer. Every kiss had been immersed in a passionate fire the man held for you, spilling every blissful emotion that welled up within his body whenever he was by your side into each one, leaving you breathless every time. Words of sorrow and anger soon turned to ones of rapture and enchantment as you two became engrossed in conversation, his dark eyes holding nothing but warmth and fondness as he gazed at you.

In the privacy of the bedroom, it still remained the same. From the trailing calloused hands that were always on the small of your back, they were now firmly wrapped around your hips and pressed against your windpipe. The broad chest and taut arms that once protected you from the unforgiving world of crime, now pressed your knees to your chest as he folded you in-half, burying himself deep inside your cunt until he spilled load after load of his fertile seed — all while whispering sweet praises of how beautiful you looked, cooing with a smile from how well you were taking him, making sure he brought you closer to another mind-shattering orgasm with every roll of his hips. And as you gushed around him, juices running down your thighs and adding to the growing puddle of fluids, pathetically crying out for him as he continued to ram into you, Samuel never grew tired as he lost himself in your body nor did he stray from making sure you were always satisfied.

Thus, one can understand why walking away would not be so easy. It started off perfect, almost like one was in a dream, so you stayed despite how different he became later on.

Even when he began to cancel all your dates, started to miss every dinner, and soon ignored your attempts to spend time together, you stayed.

You stayed, despite his growing and consistent absence. You stayed, despite his lack of effort and distant behavior. You stayed, despite him no longer trying to hide the fact that your body is the only form of use to him, treating you no different than a common whore around the corner.

Treating you nothing more than a cocksleeve that is only good for saitiating his needs and keeping him warm at night.

You stayed, despite him no longer doing the same for you.

Every kiss in the morning became a big check on the table, signed in big bold letters 'Samuel Seo' with a small note accompanying it saying, "Buy yourself something pretty." A small way of him saying, 'Look presentable, I have a company dinner we have to attend'.

Every night you spent in his loving arms, entangling your legs together, giggling like kids, became you sleeping in a cold bed, only to wake up to an empty side. Your eyes water as you see the sheets either being fumbled or untouched, depending if your boyfriend stayed out late with his superiors or had to meet deadlines that week — so you’re told.

Every embrace became forced, his arms snaking around your waist, squeezing your sides in an attempt for him to weaken you for a brief moment, pressing chaste kisses against your neck, pulling you to into the false promise that he “would change, that he loves you”, only to lead to the man pumping his thick cock in and out your slick cunt, finishing inside but not bothering to stick around to make sure you're okay as he got a phone call for "another business meeting" he has to attend to — immediately.

Every text you sent became a pathetic mirage of you trying to talk to your beloved and wish him a good morning, being met with short replies or being left on read.

Every "I love you" became nothing more than a distant memory as Samuel was always gone, always busy, yet in the case he was home was always met with an empty expression and flat voice — "Me too…"

Everything you used to do together before he became vice-president became almost like a chore to Samuel. As if staying with you or taking care of his girlfriend was a favor.

So, the question again goes.

When will the ego of a man be considered too grand, or too small even?

Will it be when he puts his business before his beloved?

Perhaps when he sacrifices pawns left and right to reach his dream by any means necessary?

Or how about when he refuses to admit he's at fault for the outcome before him?

Only he knows.

Samuel now knows.

He knows because of his ego, he lost the only person he truly cared about in the wretched world.

He let his pride come before you and now, he holds your fading form in his arms, blood dribbling from your clothes as your body struggles to keep you alive with the silver bullets plunged in your stomach. Your head laid against his chest, weakly clutching onto his shirt as he attempted to put pressure on the wound.

For once, he didn't know what to do. He racked his brain for answers, solutions, anything — but nothing. Samuel and you were far from any hospital, any means of transportation long gone and closed, and both of you were practically alone.

Alone. Fuck. Why don't he take someone with him?! He thought.

You struggle to breathe, taking in shaky gasps of air as with every rise of your chest, a wave of new pain washed over you. Your lungs crackle as you try to keep quiet, yet you could hardly keep your eyes open, much less control your breathing. The wheezes slipping past your lips almost taunted your beloved as he shook, his gaze shifting back and forth to the gushing wound and back to your tired eyes.

"Samuel…," you whisper, trying to hold your head up as you feel yourself start to slip away. He ignored you, babbling to himself as he tried his best to stop the blood from seeping out. Once again, you call out to him, "Sam…"

Samuel shook his head fervently, deciding that the only chance to save you was to run with you in his arms. "No, no, no, please, [Name], darling, d-don't fall asleep, okay? D-Don't fall asleep, don't close your eyes on me!” He shouts, trying to stay calm as he hoists you up and holds you close, running back in the direction he came, ignoring the thick raindrops now pelting his body. “H..Help is coming, you just have to try and stay awake…!"

"But, I'm… I'm so tired… Can't I close them…?" You inhale deeply, eyes falling shut and slowly fluttering open. "Just for a bit…?"

“No, darling, not until we get to the hospital! Just…Just…” The oxygen in Samuel’s lungs began to dissipate faster than he anticipated, only further enraging him as his body began to betray him in his time of need. A choked sob left him, but his feet still pounded against the wet concrete, even as he began to struggle.

A faint laugh reached his ears and finally, Samuel looked down at you. He was met with glossy eyes and a trembling smile. “Y’know….I never thought… you would only cry when I'm like this, Samuel… Not even once did I imagine it… Not even… if we got married... " Your smile fell and you let out a sob , frowning as tears started to cascade down your cheeks. “I thought… you didn’t love–love me anymore… hah…”

"No! Please, no! Don't say that, idiot! We… We'll get married, okay? When you get better, we'll get married and have the biggest wedding Gangdong has ever seen, okay? Gonna… Gonna make you the prettiest bride ever…"

"And… and have lots of kids…," you whimper, giving a weak grin. He gives a strained laugh, nodding. "I.. I hope… we have a kid.. just like you, Samuel…"

Samuel stopped in his tracks and slowly, he crouched down. He laid your lower half on the concrete, supporting your head with his chest as your back rested against his forearm. The two of you now sat in the middle of the street, the sound of the pouring rain engulfing you two.

You continued to speak to the best of your ability, tiredly putting a hand to his face, only for it to start slipping. Quickly, he put his own hand over yours, holding it to his cheek as he attempted to feel your gentle touch as long as possible. "I hope they're kind and… sweet, like you… smart and ambitious… just like their father…,” you said quietly, head lulling. Samuel bites his bottom lip, grinding his teeth and giving your hand a tight squeeze. Your breathing became ragged, your chest hardly moving as you lost more blood. Yet, even in the face of death, you still held the same smile he fell in love with. "Perfect just like you…"

With the last bit of strength, you whisper the six words he always took for granted, driving the wedge into his heart deeper. "I.. I love you… Samuel… s-so... much. I…"

“Shh, [Name], don’t….okay? I love you too. So fucking much…. And I’m so sorry… for everything” He cries, tears learning his vision. If only he wasn’t blinded with his selfish desires, perhaps then would you be in your shared home, safe and sound.

However, Samuel would never know the alternate reality. Eyes falling shut, a smile of content stays on your face as you relax against your beloved, your arm falling limp as you take your final breath.

Time stopped in that moment as you passed and all Samuel could do was lament.

All he could do was regret every choice he made and mourn for the loss of the only girl he ever cared for — you.

With a heavy heart, he became even more malicious and twisted, drowning himself in his work, trying to forget your face, yet he could never escape. Your smile plagued his dreams and nightmares, no amount of alcohol could make him forget you, no matter how hard he tried. Samuel could never stop loving you, even in death.

The tattoos you once loved grew as he inked his skin more and more, painting his flesh with your name yet never daring to have his gaze linger on it for too long, knowing he would start to cry and fall deeper into the pool of sorrow. So on the days he did, he would be alone and drink, reminiscing of his past.

Yet, sometimes late at night, he swore he saw you in front of him, having him reach out and try to grab you, crying out your name, only for him to realize his mind was playing tricks on him.

And with his ego, Samuel knew he lost.

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©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

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winterwump · 9 months

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Hi may i request gun smut? Maybe the scenario can be like, both of us are Yakuzas and we are in Japan, we hate each other sm however we end up on the same bed 🫦 love your writing <3

Tension - Gun x F!Reader

Author’s Notes: Thanks so much for requesting this Anon. I played it kind of fast and loose with smut. It’s definitely still smutty tho so don’t worry lol. This is a long one too so have fun with that. Sorry it took forever and a goddamned day to get this out, I swear that life hates me lol😝

Content Tags: Teasing, Fingering, and Enemies into Lovers (if you squint)

Word Count: 1.7k

It was the night before the month-long Yakuza summit, and you were beyond miserable. But you didn't start off like that by any means. You were excited about the summit, you got more money, the food was free and endless, and you weren’t expected to talk to anyone aside from the foot soldiers. It's not that you were underpaid, malnourished, or a complete introvert. You just like that the summit made everything easier for everyone regardless of rank, and you happened to be ranked rather high. And even with your ranking, your job had been simplified to ‘Stand still and look menacing. Wait for a fight’. And that was fine by you.

It was until you were informed by the Big Boss himself that there was a change in plans and that you were to closely accompany his son to the provided room and board…and stay with him for the duration of the summit. Now that wouldn’t be a huge problem in itself if the Boss’ son wasn’t well…himself. It’s not that you disliked Gun. Okay, that was a lie, you really couldn’t stand him in all honesty. He was a standoff-ish, money-hungry, sadistic pervert as far as you were concerned, and you spared no expense in telling about himself. But orders are orders, and you were pretty sure that Gun was also miserable with his placement as well.

It felt like you were on autopilot all day on the way to the summit location. The travel for the two of you went smoothly enough, but that was only because you two had an unspoken mutual agreement to not talk the entire way there. Which was mostly adhered to, except for when Gun got a call from Goo - his “friend who isn’t his friend but they do friend things” :

“Heyyy how’s the summit?!” - Rang Goo’s voice as soon as Gun picked up.

“I told you it’s not happening until tomorrow. Do you have a listening problem?” - Gun pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh yeaaa…whatever!! So is Y/N really your chaperone for the summit?!” - You tried not to roll your eyes at Goo’s attempt at whispering your name despite being on speaker.

“I’m hanging up now.” - Gun’s voice was heavy with exasperation.

“No wait!! Is she? cuz that’s fucking hilar-” and Gun ended the call with a huff.

And that was that. It was nightfall by the time you two actually made it to the room, and you were beyond ready to sleep. As per your job, you went in first to inspect the room and you weren’t surprised by the luxurious state of it, but you were surprised (if not struck with a wave of annoyance) by the single king-sized bed smack dab in the middle of the room. Your mouth hung open in a comical display of disbelief, but that was cut short by Gun all but pushing you out of the doorway to get in. Ugh…

“Close the door. And don’t give me any shit about the room tonight.” - Came Gun’s voice as he made his way to the dresser, setting his bag down. Of course, it was a designer brand…

“You think I like this setup either?!” - You ask with some bite to your voice as you slammed the door closed. Your annoyance was starting to rear its head.

With his belongings settled, Gun made himself busy with a new cigarette. You could’ve sworn it was his 10th one today…

“Ughh will you put that out? You can smoke in the morning. You need to be well-rested for the summit!” - You say, sauntering towards him with your hand held out. Your motion was something akin to what a teacher does when a student is chewing gum in class. The look he gave you in response said it all…

Yeaaaa that didn’t work out, and one verbal altercation later, the room reeks of ‘high-quality’ cigarettes. You decided to yield and let him smoke himself to sleep because you knew that you’d go to jail if he caught an attitude with you again. You knew that feeling went both ways at least.

Both of you were stalling. You both busied yourself with baths (separately) and once that was over, Gun busied himself with a nighttime skin routine that you didn’t know he had. And you busied yourself with checking all of your weaponry. Both doing everything but getting in that bed. But fuck, both of you were tired.

To your surprise, Gun caved first and got in the bed. Well, it wouldn’t be caving if he did it without acknowledging the awkwardness in the air? Either way, you’re no bitch, you’re not gonna let him just have the bed to himself. So in your spite-fueled pep talk, you plop yourself down on the opposite side of the bed.

“You stay on your side, and I stay on mine. Got it?!” - You said with a venom-laced huff. God, the bed felt like heaven.

Gun let out a pained groan - “Jesus, you got it. Would you ease up though? I’m not going to touch you.”

“You wouldn’t dare, you know better than that.” - Your tone was playful, but still had a spiteful edge.

“I should be saying that to you don’t you think? You can touch me. Wouldn’t want to lose your job, now wouldn’t yo-“

His words were cut off by the swift motion of you pinning him down onto the bed's plush surface. It was not the first time you had him pinned, but doing it sparsely dressed was a first. You wouldn’t let that detail sink, because even though the room was dark, you could tell he had a shit-eating grin.

“I hit a nerve. Cute. Now get off me before we do something we’ll regret” - The grin was still there.

“Something we’ll regret? You wanted something to happen didn’t you?!” - You half-whispered.

“Something like that…”

You had Gun’s lower half trapped between your legs, and your ass rested against his pelvis. Of course, something was bound to happen. So you decided to let it happen. What could go wrong? You leaned down face to face with Gun, grinding yourself down on him:

“Let’s rack up some regrets then”

That was all Gun needed to hear because before you could really register what was happening, it was you who was pinned to the mattress. You couldn’t help but let out a gasp when you felt his tongue travel up the side of your neck. Just his breathing alone was getting you wet and tingly. The heat was already beginning to be too much.

“Already wet for me?” - Such an obvious question, but it was one meant to get you even more flustered.

Deciding that you wouldn’t let him get the best of you, for now at least, you responded with a kiss. A fervent and passionate kiss. One that you hoped would shut Gun up, but you were wrong:

“I’ll take that as a yes” - He said in between kisses.

Despite Gun’s few words, they were getting you wetter and wetter. You didn’t respond verbally - but Gun knew how much he was affecting you, and he felt it too. The grinding of bodies would soon not be enough for either of you so you weren't too surprised when Gun hoisted both your legs up in a hurried manner, taking your panties off along with that motion.

The room was so dark that parts of Gun’s face were obscured, but you wanted him to look at you, so badly. It was killing you not knowing what his expression was, so when he leaned down to whisper in your ear:

“I’m about to get you off.” - You knew what that meant. How could you not?

A grin was plastered on your face as he brought his hand between your legs, you hoped that the teasing wouldn't go for too long, you were too wound up. But you couldn’t help but feel that his teasing was not without reason, but all you could do is trust that he knew how much you wanted to let go of the tension that was coiled so tightly inside of you

After properly getting his fingers lubricated from your generous flow of liquids, Gun slides two fingers inside of you. The intrusion was a welcome one and thus didn’t cause any pain, it instead left you with waves of pleasure as he began massaging your inner walls at a languid pace. You could feel your breath quickening and your heart beginning to race. You wanted Gun. For the first time, you felt like you could actually tolerate - no, like him. But that could just be your pussy talking. You wouldn’t know…

His fingers began moving at a faster pace inside of you the feeling left you spasming inside and out. With every one of his movements, the pressure kept building, and Gun was taking far too much pleasure in your unravelling. You bit your lower lip and let your head hang down as you focused on the feeling. You started moaning a little and, unable to control yourself, you let out a soft whimper. He was definitely playing with you right now - he was always playing with you and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.

You began moaning louder and louder. Your body began to shake as your hips rocked and a rush of wetness began to soak the sheets below you, as well as Gun’s hand and forearm. You never knew you could squirt, but here you are. He was manipulating your pleasure and, for once, you didn’t mind at all.

“Ah!” - You felt your body explode and, within a few seconds, you were coming hard. As your orgasm took over, you let out a rather loud sobbing breath. Your body was still shaking and you found yourself not caring if Gun, or anyone for that matter, heard cry out in ecstasy. But when your orgasm finally lulled and your head stopped swimming, you heard yourself whine at the newfound emptiness you were feeling.

Gun had taken his fingers out, and you were crushed. But seemed as if he was elated if not extremely amused by the show you put on for him. In an attempt to soothe your growing concern, Gun simply encapsulated you in his arms. You never thought you would be in this position, but damn did it feel nice.

“We got the rest of the month to keep racking up regrets, Y/N” - He whispered - “Next time it won’t be my fingers”.

Hope y’all enjoyed this one. BYE!!!

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jjtheclown555 · 10 months

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would anyone read a fic abt a high school girl (could be reader or not idk) that works for charles choi as his unreliable "assistant." he says that shes his assistant but her actual job is dealing with situations that either gun and goo cant handle or charles choi doesnt want them to handle.

a massive conflict between the crews that needs to be dealt with quickly and without unnecessary bloodshed? shes the one he sends to take care of it.

she would be obnoxiously strong for a teenage girl. i get the vibe she never even did actual fighting training. she probably did a lot of dance growing up and had some anger issues so she learned pretty quickly how well dance transfers into violence.

i just wanna write a little story about a little teenage girl that at the age of 12 got bored of fighting because she could beat a gang of grown ass men in under 5 minutes. i want an insanely overpowered teenage girl where everyone in the gang world will run away from her because they dont want to leave in a body bag BUT in reality shes like 16 and thinks fighting is boring so she just plays pokemon all day at work and school and just wants to enjoy her music or tv shows in PEACE.

would anyone be interested??

#lookism imagine #lookism gun #lookism #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism fanfiction #gun lookism #gun park #goo kim #lookism goo #goo lookism #charles choi #lookism charles choi #charles choi lookism

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doumas-whore · 11 months

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*drops teaser at your feet and scurries away like a little rat*

#lookism #lookism fanfiction #samuel seo x reader #angst 🤭

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lokislytherin · 10 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 외모지상주의 | Lookism Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hong Jae Yeol | Jay/Park Hyung Suk | Daniel Characters: Hong Jae Yeol | Jay, Park Hyung Suk | Daniel Additional Tags: Ultra Instinct Park Hyung Suk | Daniel, Canon Universe, Fluff, Crack Treated Seriously, Domestic Fluff, Humor, Touch-Starved, Touch-Starved Hong Jae Yeol | Jay, Touch-Starved Park Hyung Suk | Daniel, Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, Feelings, Park Hyung Suk | Daniel is Bad At Feelings, Whipped Hong Jae Yeol | Jay, Spooning, Cuddling & Snuggling

Summary: ui hyungseok is driven by instinct. you know what else is driven by instinct? babies.

jaeyeol accidentally finds out exactly what that means.

#snuggleseok hours #lookism #lookism fic #lookism fanfiction #jay hong #hong jaeyeol #jaeseok #janiel #daniel park #park hyungseok #sobs he's BABIE #they both are

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supremebunbunoverlord · 1 year

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Goo x reader

Goo and I met at a fair.

I was alone because my friends were in the bathroom and I was watching some guys play some balloon popping game.

Of course, those guys were Gun and Goo.

They tagged along and I got Goo's number.

That was five years ago and we have been together ever since.

Unfortunately, he seems to be ghosting me for the past week.

I gotta get to the bottom of this!

After taking a shower, getting dressed and getting in my car, I drove over to Gun's house.

"Who is it?"

"You have cameras, I know you know it's me. Open up."

The door open 30 seconds later to reveal Gun who was only dressed in his boxers.

"What do you want, YN?"

"I think you know what I want."

"If I knew, why would I be asking?"

Gun and I are good friends. Since he is always around my boyfriend, we've spent plenty of time together and get along pretty well.

It also helps that we each have more than one braincell, unlike my boyfriend.

"Goo."

"He's not here."

"Where is he?"

"He's not here."

"You just said that. Where is he, why has he been ignoring my calls and texts? I go to his house but it's always empty! Is he ghosting me?!"

Gun shrugged.

"I just talked to him before you got here, I hung up to answer you."

"Call him again!"

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?!"

"He wasn't using his phone."

"Who's phone was it, Gun?!"

"Um...not Crystal's, some other girl's... I don't remember her name..."

My heart dropped.

He's...he's with a girl...

What's he doing with a girl?!

"Is that all? I was getting ready to go out."

"...sure...have fun." I whispered and walked away.

I got into my car and drove home, forcing the tears back until I made it safely into my house.

"AGHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed and dropped to the floor, screaming and crying, kicking and hitting the floor with my fists.

How could he cheat on me?!

Did those five years mean nothing to him?!

I didn't know what to do.

I didn't eat, I didn't bathe, I didn't pick up the phone or do anything for about three days.

On the fourth night, I was laying on the floor, unmoving and unblinking.

I heard the door open and close.

I heard a soft sigh as Goo came closer, but I didn't have the energy to stand up.

"YN?"

I was to numb to think.

"YN? YN where are you?"

I closed my eyes and stayed unmoving.

"YN? YN! YN can you hear me?"

I was rolled over and slapped softly in the face.

"How could you?"

"YN?"

"How could you cheat on me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"How could you? Gun told me that while you were ghosting me, you were with some girl."

"Huh? You mean Vivi? That's because my phone broke and I stole it to call Gun about something for work. How could you think I could cheat on you?"

"So... you still love me?"

"Of course. Now go take a shower and brush your teeth. You stink."

"Rude!"

#lookism goo #lookism #webtoon #wattpad fanfic #lookism fanfiction #goo kim #kim joongoo

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pr3ttyb0ym2g · 2 months

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DISTANCE RUNNER꒰GOO 𝘅 gn! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳꒱

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ;; Crack fic. Goo likes you, who's just a student trying to stay out of trouble. Trouble includes Goo. 𝘼/𝙉 ;; Really old, so writing style is a bit different. Also, will add more to this short fic if people really like it.

"How much?" Goo asked, pulling out a wad of bloody cash and slowly unfolding them. He began flipping through the various hundred dollar bills and counting the amount quickly, ensuring he had a particular amount. "This again?" [name] asked unamused, holding a large textbook in their hands. Goo had been trying this for weeks, fucking weeks, to 'buy' a partner. The pair were at a stoplight, watching as cars sped across the street in front of them. "You gonna answer my question first?" Goo didn't look up, slightly furrowing his brows in focus, and continued to count. [name] paused, taking in a deep breath before rapidly slamming their elbow into the crossing button, hoping it would somehow make it change lights faster. "Please get me away from this weirdo." [name] thought to themselves as Goo remained unbothered. "I can give you a monthly salary." Goo placed a hand on his hip, using the other to shake the bills in front of [name]'s face. [name] could only stay silent. Goo pursed his lips, whining, "Come on, what will it take?" [name] suddenly began rapidly pressing the crossing button, "Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait", counting the seconds before the light changed. And when it did, [name] dashed across the street like an Olympic athlete. "Hey! Hold on!" Goo called out in surprise, sprinting as fast as he could. And it was fast. It was like a cheetah breaking into a sprint. "What the fuck!?" [name] yelled out in genuine shock and horror as they captured a glimpse of Goo's mad dash, quickly breaking out into a faster pace of their own.

"[name], come back!" "Oh hell no!" Reaching the other sidewalk, [name] quickly tucked their textbook under one arm and ripped their phone out of their pocket. They rapidly dialed a number. "Why is this happening to me!?"

"You're so fast! Want me to buy you designer running shoes too?" Goo sweet-talked or sweet-yelled, really. It rang as [name] kept running. The teen tried to not think about how Goo was shortening the distance between them, and instead, they kept whispering curses under uneven breaths. Goo, to [name] , is a fucking psychopath (Which is true by quite literally any means). And oh lord it'd be a miracle if [name] didn't get a restraining order or file for harassment and stalking. "Please leave me alone! I just want to study!" "Oh! How about we study together?" Goo was running right beside [name]. Goo had caught up and didn't even break a sweat. [name] was definitely more concerned now. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism x reader #lookism fic #x reader #reader insert #gn reader #oneshots #imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #romance #dont take this srsly #crack #crack fic #lookism goo #lookism x you

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angelltheninth · 9 months

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Wait Lookism?! That webtoon is so cool! Have you aready read a bit? If you have can you write smut prompt 11 with Xiaolong?

The only character I know rn is Xiaolong and I already read up on him so he is literally the only one I can write for.

Pairing: Xiaolong x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, faceriding, cunnilingus, teasing, clit stimulation, fingering, bossy!Xiaolong

A/N: I will definitely catch up on the webtoon but its gonna take me a while cause there's so many chapters.

11. “Come all over my face.”

Xiaolong was your bodyguard. Out there he did everything you said, he protected you from those who would do you hard. Within closed doors you listened to him. No matter how embaressed you were about the current situation.

With your legs spread at either side of his face, with his suit all rumpled up and his tie around your wrists, with his sharp eyes looking at you while you moaned in pleasure. "Faster. Don't you want to feel even better?" He was so cruel. He could make you come, he could use his fingers and make you come within seconds if he wanted to. But no, that wasn't the plan for the day.

"Xiao, come on, I need your tongue." You pulled his hair trying to pull him closer but he pushed your pussy away, watching as it clenched around air, dripping and puffy from his teasing. "You're supposed to listen to me."

"I do. I always obey you. But you see, I think you've gotten a little too used to ordering me around. I think you should learn how to take orders for a change." He pulled you down on his mouth, that skilled tongue plunging deep into your needy pussy, your walls clenching around him immediately, "You have a very greedy cunt. It too should learn to take orders." You whimpered at the all too sudden assault on your pussy and clit, "Move your hips mistress. Come all over my face."

Did you have pride? Yes. Were you too horny to care about it? Yes. Were you gonna do exactly as he ordered in order to come? Yes, without a doubt, yes.

"Just one, just one finger, I need something Xiaolong, anything hard." You rolled your hips with wild abandon, your chest shaking and heaving with your moans, with your scream when your bodyguard decided to have mercy on your poor pussy and push his middle finger in for one split second. "Fuck! You!"

He would pay for this, but not today, not now, now you had a lot more important business to attend to. Riding his face until it was soaked in your pussy slick.

#lookism #lookism xiaolong #lookism x reader #lookism x you #lookism x female reader #lookism smut #lookism fanfiction #lookism fic #xiaolong #xiaolong x reader #webtoon x reader #webtoon fanfiction #webtoon smut #smut drabble

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squishyneet · 2 months

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'*•.¸♡ BIG BROTHER HABITS ♡¸.•*' jichang kwak *ೃ༄

'Jichang’s lived a lonely life.' - Taesoo Ma

"What is that?"

"It's a backpack."

"Ugh, what is that smell?"

“Should we ask?”

Jichang froze. He hadn't thought about that thing in years. He thought he'd gotten rid of it.

"Hyung, what's this?" Jihan asked innocently, as he walked into the kitchen.

He held up an open backpack, filled to the brim with . . . all types of things. Most notably, a set of clothes, a couple kitchen steak knives, and a couple containers of some rotten, putrid thing that may have been called food before it had clearly been left to ooze oil for far too long.

It was a runaway bag. Jichang could have sworn he'd disposed of it ages ago.

He had no words.

Jibeom hesitated. "Hyung, is this what I think it is?"

" . . . "

It was years before James Lee paid him his visit. In the early hours of the morning, he had his bag packed and was planning to leave Chungcheong. He didn't realize it was still hanging in his closet. Why were his brothers even going through his closet?

"Uh, I was looking for a jacket since it’s getting colder. Thought you’d have one that fits. I didn’t mean to- “

“It’s okay,” he interrupts, brotherly instincts jumping out at the desire to calm his brother.

It’s silent for a few seconds.

“Hyung, were you going to leave us?” Jihan asks, brows raised, his face looking as gentle and naive as it ever did. In that moment, Jichang wanted to reach out and press his marred hand to his soft forehead.

He had gotten halfway down the long, winding road they lived on, before deciding to come home. You’d think he’d have emptied the bag right away, it was rather traumatic.

“No, I was never going to leave. It was just for emergencies,” Jichang blatantly lied.

He wasn’t going to twist the knife and tell them he suffered at the hands of their parents and that staying to take care of them came at immense personal cost. How could he do that to his baby brothers?

#lookism #kwak jichang #kwak jihan #kwak jibeom #lookism chungcheong #lookism fanfiction #lookism fanfic #webtoon #manhwa #big brother habits

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royaltyoon · 1 year

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HEYyy since you're back yoon :) (welcome back btw) I really enjoyed your escape room headcanons. It was fun!! Can I request for part 2? With any characters you would like

Thank you anon!! It's so good to be back (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

HEADCANONS

Escape room headcanons

[A/N]

I was planning on writing another part of this so it works out for the best, thanks anon.

This was SO fun to write lol

Johan

He's not the brightest in the bunch and nor did he want to be here

So you can't really blame his lack of interest.

He just wanted to, in his words, "get it over with"

But what he didn't make up for in brains or the patience, he made up for in luck.

Ik Johan is never lucky in the ptj verse so just please, let him have this.

It was by fluke at first, when he accidentally pressed a switch on the TV to display the next puzzle.

In all honesty, he just wanted to see if it worked so he could make use of the time he was forced to spend locked in a room, against his will.

It happened the second time when he was looking at the bookshelf, picking out random books.

Looking to see if anything in there was exciting enough for him, when suddenly a piece of paper fell from one of the books .

And there was a riddle on it.

It was suspicious at this point, you looked at him sceptically but he just shrugged with an innocent look.

"how the hell are you doing it!?" You asked in surprise. It could've been a coincidence the first two times. But after the third?? After the FORTH?? it didn't seem like a coincidence anymore

"I don't know!" He flailed his arm around a little stressing his point that he indeed had no idea of what was happening.

"Stand in the corner, don't do anything. I want to solve atleast one puzzle before we escape." You seethed at him.

He quietly followed your orders and leaned against the wall. But, oh?

He felt a small push on his back, he leaned off and looked back at the wall. Seeing a 3d version of the world map. And a small compartment which was definitely not there before.

"umm, we're looking for a key, right?" He asked to your back as you were busy looking for clues in the show piece. "Yeah, why?" You answered without looking back.

"uh, I think I found it."

You whipped your head in his direction faster than sound, he just stood there pointing at the small compartment. "There's a key in here."

You were not happy to have gotten out without solving even a single puzzle

"sir, you both have the record for the fastest escape." The employee said.

That did little to help your mood

"But we have got to disqualify you, for you skipped a puzzle before escaping the room."

Yeah that sounded more appropriate for the day you're having.

All in all? You were never doing an escape room with Johan again.

Eli

Eli never had a normal childhood, far from it actually

So it was no wonder he never knew any games to play, well except for hide-n-seek

But that game was far from normal too (iykyk)

Eli, to say the least, was excited

Even before entering the room, you could see it in his eyes. He was looking forward to it.

And he got to work the very first second.

He was determined to waste not even one second

It wasn't easy, but you both were making your way through it fairly well

You made sure not to do much, just give few insights and few leads you had so he would do most of it

He opted to take hints on the clues even you couldn't figure out

And it was made known to you there were a limited three hints only after you both used up the three hints

It forced you both to stare at the room with an empty gaze looking around to figure something out

And it wasn't going well, so Eli decided to take things in his hand

"ma'am." He spoke slightly louder, looking at the camera. "May we have an extra clue?" And he smiled, crinkling the side of his eyes. He looked as if an angel landed on earth, like heaven cleared the skies just to shine a beam of light on him.

Eli jang may not be a good hairdresser

He may not be the best student

He may not even be good at an escape room

But something Eli jang was good at? It was using his pretty privileges.

You rolled your eyes discreetly knowing what he was doing. "O-oh." The voice stumbled a little. "But three is the limit, sir." It only caused Eli to display a sickeningly sweet frown on his sickeningly pretty face. "The last one was a pretty obvious clue, we could've solved it even without. Don't you think so too?"

You could tell the employee melted at his smile. "Y-youre right." she stuttered before giving you the clue.

Eli just grinned shrugging his shoulders after noticing your glare. "Thank you, you're such a sweetheart." He spoke in a honey tone looking back at the camera and ended it off with a wink.

You heard a dreamy sigh from the speakers which just make Eli look proud of himself.

After that, the rest was pretty much smooth sailing.

Though, the employee didn't miss her chance to ask for his number and he replied like he always did.

The iconic, 'Im sorry I use a pager.'

And she looked absolutely devastated on hearing that

Yujin

It was your idea, not his

But it felt like your presence was absolutely not needed in this situation

You felt more useless than the g in lasagna.

You were sure it'd probably helped yujin more if you weren't there.

The only one who could relate to you in that situation were the hints

The hints that didn't even need to be used, just like someone else you could think of.

It's not like you didn't try

It wasn't even the fact that he restricted you in any way

But the second, the second you receive a puzzle. It's already solved.

It felt like magic, that was the only explanation you could think of

There was no way he'd know the answer before the gears in your head even started working

Or the only other reason would be:

"you've come here before, haven't you?"

He looks up from the sliding puzzle he was working on. "Huh?"

"How else do you know everything, there's no way you could actually be that smart." You sounded exasperated and it was heard in your voice.

He turned his attention back to the puzzle, "I have no idea what you're tal- OH!, it's says Denmark on here." He says completing yet another puzzle

Wow what a complete shocker

"There's a world map behind you, press Denmark and see if anything shows up." He said pointing behind your shoulder.

Uhhhh...

Where was Denmark again?

It was as if he read your mind and silently came up behind you "here." And pressed the small button on what you would've guessed was Denmark.

And it was. It opened a small compartment which held the key to the door. He completed the entire escape room on his own.

Wow what a complete shocker pt.2

GUESS WHAT?

Apparently he held the record for finishing it the fastest.

Wow what a complete shocker pt.3

But it was after this some guy named 'johan seong'

But the employees let y'all know he was disqualified so technically yujin has the record.

Here's part 1

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justakixa · 2 months

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Dearie || lookism

The story is about Y/N, a mysterious girl in the Lookism world where she doesn't belong. With her average height and charming or adorable face, she seems fragile-looking, but once you know her dark side, you will see a manipulative and dangerous lady, yet her appearance makes everyone want to protect her in their cruel world. Will she team up with Daniel to take down the four major crews and Charles Choi? Or does she team up with the enemy side along with other geniuses? Will she finally go back to her real world? Let's find out in the next Dragon Ball Z! Enjoy!

(Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/361532555?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=justakixa)

CHAPTER 1 ˚୨୧⋆.

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ ⊹Part 1

The girl on the bed let out a groan as she lazily reached for her phone to silence the sudden ringing of the alarm. She sits up on her bed and glances to the side, spotting a tall mirror reflecting her messy bedhead.

"ugh, what a mess..." She muttered to herself as she let out a long sigh, ever since she got into the lookism world around 1 week ago and now she was stuck there for now.

When she found herself in that unfamiliar place, she awoke in a room filled with furniture, clothes that suited her, a key house, and even her birth certificate. Questioning her sanity, she pinched herself to no avail before exploring the house, which was charming in every way. In the living room, she discovered an ID from J-high with her face on it. It appeared that she had been randomly taken, placed in a house, and enrolled in a school that was completely foreign to her. However, it was becoming clear that she was not in her world, especially after she researched J-high and her old address, finding no trace of them on any maps. Till she realised She was in her friend's favourite webtoon "Lookism".

She finally gets up and starts heading to the bathroom to take a shower, after that, she wears the uniform and combs her hair as she lets it free then ties it to buns. She then heads her way downstairs, grabs her backpack, phone, key house, and lastly she goes near the door and wears her shoes before going out of the house and locking the house.

While later she finally arrived at a gate at J-high School, she guessed this would be the start of a new life. Once she steps inside, all the eyes are on her making her feel nervous and awkwardly walks away from the stares as she finally arrives in front of the principal office. She knocks twice on the door as someone shouts to come in.

A few minutes later, she got out and started heading to the fashion department room in the other hall. When she arrives at her class, she braces herself and takes a deep breath before she enters the classroom and suddenly stares at her again.

"oh! I forgot to announce that we will have new students today. So, Kindly introduce yourself dear." The teacher looks at me and gives me a gentle smile.

"Hello, I'm Y/N and im 18 years old. My hobby is drawing and please don't ask me to draw you for free. That's all." She stutters a bit but she did great anyway. After that, the teacher signed her to sit next to the blond boy covering his both eyes. Can he even see anything underneath those hairs?

She smiles at him before turning away and grabbing a book to write down notes, while the blonde guy keeps staring at her and seems to fantasise about her in his mind as he smiles back a little bit making his ears turn red. As she keeps writing something in her book, the blond keeps watching her till the three classes are finally over and break time starts any second.

Upon her arrival in the cafeteria, everyone looked at the new student aka her but she didn't notice the new guy behind her making everyone gasp for a second and think they may be a couple? or Model? or Idols? She turned around to meet somebody's chest as she looked up and saw a handsome man who also looking at her.

"Hi! You're Y/N, right? Im Daniel Park, am also new here and same department as yours." He smiles widely at her while. Right beside him, it was the blonde boy again, he kept looking at her as if he wanted to devour her or something.

"He mentioned that his name is Jay Hong." He gestured towards him.

"Is he mute?" She thought.

Daniel and Jay keep smiling down at her. She tilted her head looking at them before turning around and walking away to get snacks in the vending machine. Before she put the coin in, someone raced into it she looked to her side and saw Daniel with Jay leaning on the vending machine other side.

She feels nervous because of those two who keep getting closer to her. She hurries to click the options button and takes a leave with the strawberry pocky in her hand.

While strolling down the hallway and munching on her pocky, she ponders why Daniel and Jay are behaving so differently in this world compared to the webtoon. Did something trigger this world? Will others also act out of character? Lost in thought, she accidentally bumps into someone, causing her pocky to snap in half. As she looks up, she is met by a man with tattoos and a jumpsuit tied around his waist. His chest feels as solid as bricks - why does it seem like she ran into a wall?

As she observes the man in front of her, she can't help but think that he might be a bully due to his appearance, especially the tattoos on his hands. She regrets not reading about Lookism with her friend, but she was too busy with school. Now, as the man walks towards her and stops right in front of her, she begins to tremble on the floor with fear.

What will happen to her next? Will he hit her since she bumped into him? Is he a bad guy? She prays silently till the man starts to reach his hand to her.

In just a blink of her eyes, she's in the clinic room. Just a second ago, she was in the hallway sitting on the ground with a man standing in front of her, and suddenly he carried her in the bridal way and ran. Then a nurse came up to me and checked if my knee got bruised or something while the guy was looking down on the floor, looking all guilty like a sad giant dog... A big-ear guy suddenly came to his side and comforted him and said she was fine; in reality, she was fine since the fall didn't cause her to hurt her knee or get sprained. The only one that got her hurt was her pocky, which broke in half and was left in the hallway.

A while later, a nurse told those two that she was alright and as they kept talking, she decided to check the phone that she was bringing since it wasn't hers in the first place. She opened the phone and saw the lock screen looked normal as she swiped it up and had a password in it.

"Eh, it has a password? how am I gonna open this?" she whispered to herself before she quickly hid it in her jacket uniform pocket as the two guys finally approached her. The guy with big ears tries to push the big tattoo guy toward me and keeps telling him to apologize to her for bumping over me.

"Hey, he would like to apologize to you for bumping you and carrying you without your consent." The big ears guy smiles at me as he points to the tattoo guy.

"My name is Jace Park and his name is Euntae Lee but call him Vasco instead. We're members of Burn Knuckles while he is a Leader."

"Well, that's ok but may I ask a question?" she tilts her head as she looks at Jace.

"What is it?" He looks down at her and starts to examine her body head to toe as he snaps out his thoughts.

"Are you guys a bad guy? you two look like you can kill a fly..." She asks both of them.

Jace let out a chuckling sound as he pointed to Vasco again "Believe it or not he may look like a bad guy but he's a big softie."

" And I wouldn't dare to hurt someone as precious as you little lady," Vasco said with a tint of blush on his chick.

"Little?!" She thought. She feels offended since her height isn't that small compared to theirs. Is she? Last time in her world she was 5'6 but this time she shrunk.

"Also, are you new here somehow? Your face is unfamiliar around this school." Jace turned to ask her as she nodded and decided to stand up and dust her skirt.

Later they start to head out of the clinic room and part their ways in each department. She pulled out the phone again and decided to guess the password of the lock screen. She put her birthday code, 1234, password, and everything she thought of but sadly for her everything was incorrect. As she arrives at her classroom she feels the intense atmosphere, she looks up from her phone and sees in the middle is Daniel and the random guy. Slowly walked around and sat on her chair while others were getting crowded around Daniel and that guy and cheering loudly.

She overheard the guy's name was Zack and a Boxer. She couldn't bear to look at the fight so she returned to the phone and guessed another password while everyone kept making a crowd with outsiders too. Then suddenly she heard someone get punched, she took a sneak glance and saw Zack guy was on the floor clutching to his stomach. She felt bad for him but she didn't know what had happened before she arrived so she went back to the phone and she noticed the girl with brown had left the room.

Everyone lowers their eyes and avoids Zack who is still clutching his stomach as he tries to get up from the floor, she lets out a soft sigh and puts the phone in her pocket once again. She walks to Zack and then crouches down to him as she pokes his shoulder.

"Do you need help?" She asked him as she held him up on her shoulder before Zack answered her. But when she asks him if he needs help, he looks up at her and everything goes in slow motion around him till flowers bloom behind her. A goddess. While he was daydreaming, she dragged him out of the room but before that, Daniel came up to her and helped her hold Zack to the clinic, little did she know Daniel was glaring at Zack when he noticed Zack was staring at her and getting held by her.

When they arrived, they laid him down on the bed and she told Daniel to stay there with him as she went to catch up with the nurse. When she said that Zack snapped out of his daydreaming and shook his head as he muttered that he had Mira for him, then she walked out of the clinic leaving the two alone inside and walking through the hallway. She was not going to call the nurse since she saw the letter on the desk that the nurse would come back any minute. She walked around the hall and checked her surroundings. Everyone seemed busy minding their business so she went to the library, pulled out the phone once again and tried one more password.

Finally, she successfully guessed the password of the lock screen. It was the exact day when she arrived. Lowkey is suspicious and feels it was set up just for her. Her expression drops when she notices the wallpaper on the phone. Unfamiliar man and a woman that looks like her...

Is that even her? She can't even remember anything about that guy, mostly she just woke up last week ago in a random house and felt like an amnesia person. Yet she still believed that this world wasn't hers since she remembered everything in her 'world' so that's why that man and that woman are not related to her. Hopefully not. If it was, then her 'world' was just a dream and everything she knew was fake blurry people.

She shook her mind off of all the questions. Then she decided to look further, she checked the gallery and it was empty. There were no pictures or videos in there so she went to check the files but it was also empty. When she clicks the music app, she notices there's an unnamed folder only and it is full of voice records. She was about to play one but the bell interrupted her, she headed back to her classroom grabbed her backpack and quickly walked out of the school. She was so curious about what was in the voice records that she hurriedly walked, she even felt the soft gaze at her but she just ignored it and continued walking.

Tbc!

#kim joongoo #gun park #jake kim #park jonggun #samuel seo #vin jin #daniel park #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #wattpad #jay hong #zack lee #lookism fanart #lookism

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randynova · 2 years

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 — 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂

ᴊɪɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴋ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐽𝑖𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤-𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ (s): sᴍᴜᴛ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ, ʙɪɢ ᴀɢᴇ-ɢᴀᴘ, ᴅʀᴜɢɢᴇᴅ, sᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ sᴜᴘᴇʀɪᴏʀ-sᴜʙᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ, ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ

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A.N.: As always, stuff like this is self-indulgent lol. I did say I was going to do it, and @plopifuee gave me the encouragement to do it🤭. N' like @o3o-aya said: I am down bad — so fucking tremendously😩. So, writing about a condescending and smart-ass psychopath? Yes please! And to my best friend that is concerned about my taste in men and is disappointed in said taste, this is specifically for you <3

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𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑤𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝.

𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝.

𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠.

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If there was one responsibility Eugene failed to mention in his job offer to help the medical prodigy Jinyoung Park, it would be how you were expected to be a sort of stress reliever for the man and be fucked stupid to the man's content — whether you wanted to or not. Yet, you couldn't be upset for the most part. For the high pay of "helping" the older man, it became tolerable, especially when he was in a good mood.

There were times he could be a decent man, don't worry. For instance: slow kisses along your neck while you sat on his lap as his long fingers pumped in-and-out your pussy, having you sit on his desk with his head between your legs as he shamelessly slurped on your slick cunt beneath your pencil skirt, have you suckle on his cock while he did paperwork, or maybe when he asked before he fucked you roughly against any nearby surface. Of course, he gave you a thick wad of cash after every encounter, on top of your already high regular salary.

So why complain? Simple. His unpredictable fits of rage.

They were always followed by his need to abuse and stuff your pussy until he was satisfied, until his anger melted away. During these instances, you were left sore and left to deal with the grim aftermath.

Unfortunately, you caught him in a bad mood today, with the criminal doctor coming into one of the spare medical rooms you were cleaning up and stabbing your neck with one of the needles he carried in his pocket without so much as a single greeting. All you could remember before blacking out was his silvery voice cooing at you, "Don't hate me too much, okay?"

Waking up with a familiar fullness, your form lay limp on the vast examination table, your thin pretty blouse fully unbuttoned as your tits bounced with each erratic buck, your boss already having his black slacks half-way down his thighs, your hips resting in his palms as he lifts your legs up to his waist, pinning them apart. Your head lulled side to side as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Though, you couldn't as your vision only showed you blurred silhouettes of everything. Even looking at the doctor proved to be difficult, barely making out the outline of his dazed features whilst he ruts into your cunt with such vigor, such desperate hunger, and raw fury.

The stretch of your weeping heat as he slides in and out is not enough to quell his anger, even as the swollen tip of his fat cock pierces the opening of your womb, pushing his cum deeper into your poor pussy without so much as a heavy grunt. Despite the white ring painting the base of his shaft, he didn't feel the slightest bit satisfied nor did he feel better. Not at all. It didn't help that you kept passing out on him every few minutes.

The deadly grip he held on your soft plush elicited a small weak whine, yet it only made him dig his nails into your flesh as a result. The only encouragement he gave to be, at the least, vocal as he fucked you. Whether from enjoyment or distress, he loved how your features contorted from either one. Jinyoung gazed at your abused cunt as it glistened with arousal under the searing light above, illuminating how it split into two and struggled to take him. Such a pretty sight, really, but he couldn't even admire your appearance as his mind was muddled and he babbled about the first thing that came to mind, even if you were listening or not. His voice sounded muffled in your ears and only when he slipped out and flipped your body onto your stomach, sinking back in, did you finally make out a few words.

"Fuck, w-what do you think…?" Jinyoung hisses, calloused hand gripping onto your hip and knotting his fingers into your hair, nails digging into your scalp as he tugs your head up just in time to meet his brutal thrusts, groaning as he hilts his cock in one single stroke, drawing a strained whimper from you. He bit back a moan, more interested in poking jabs at your sullen expression. No, this will not do at all.

First Daniel, now you? No, unacceptable!

"Oh, you're awake? I thought we fixed that infuriating attitude of yours a while back," he sneers, running his tongue over his upper lip. Brows knitted together, his mouth stretched into a wry smile at the sound you made, rocking back before cruelly driving his pelvis forward with a deep groan. Once more, he's met with your pathetic cries and continues the vicious pace he set. "Tch, I can't believe you, [Name]. We talked about this, it's disrespectful. You were such a good girl before all this and now you're passing out on me?" He shakes his head, humming to himself when you respond with a whimper. "This just won't do, especially after the day I had."

Whatever, he didn't expect more than a few meager mewls from you right now anyway, carrying on talking to himself, dragging his throbbing length along your sweet spot and carrying on with stirring your insides. Mhm, he can always count on his cute assistant to make him feel better, your velvet walls pushing against him, helping him clear his mind in minutes when his day just wasn't going his way. And this? It gave him just enough reason to truly ruin you as he pleased.

Jinyoung rolls his eyes at the thought, seething as he speaks through gritted teeth, "I mean, two bodies? It's not entirely impossible, don’t get me wrong. Ngh, but putting me up to deal with that fucker Eugene…?" The man purses his lips as he nips the tip of his tongue between his teeth, trying to calm himself. He sucks in a sharp breath, stiffening as your pussy spasms around him for the umteenth time that night, gushing and adding to the creamy fluids dribbling down your bare thighs. "Damn irritating… Shit."

Your hazy mind could barely wrap around what he is referring to, a vague idea of what he mentioned earlier that week flashing by but slipping away once his low raspy moans drift in the air. It seems just talking about it was enough to make his blood boil, having the opposite effect of letting his emotions bottle up. Pulling your hips back, he slams back into you, bullying his thick girth into your tight sloppy cunt in an effort to forget his smoldering fury. Growling with an irate expression, he yanks your head further back and presses his chest flush against your curved back, cooing with a teasing tone into your ear, "Mm, but I'm so glad I have my favorite girl's cunt available to me… Makes this mess so much more tolerable to deal with — even if you are a damn brat right now…."

Tears lear at your eyes and the man grins at the sight, reeling at the sight of teardrops resting on your lashes and threatening to fall, how your brows furrowed, and bottom lip trembled — your pain and discomfort was more than enough to make his blood rush and heart swell, spurring his thrust to become nastier, crueler. Straightening back up whilst increasing his tempo, Jinyoung’s head lulls back, focusing on your slick clenching around him. His own release builds higher and higher once again, his abdomen tensing as his gaze bores into the blinding ceiling lights.

"Hah, no wonder that bastard was so arrogant, kept smiling n' shit…." Fat balls slapping against the curve of your ass, he could feel himself melting and getting lost in your mellow warmth. No drug could recreate this feeling, no matter how hard he tried — and fuck, he was glad as there was nothing that could replace burying himself in this sweet cunt. Jinyoung pulls at your hair once again, the rumbling laughter slipping out of the man as he’s met with a tight squeeze, tone dripping with a dangerous edge whilst you whine at the pinch of your scalp. "I hate bastards like that! They're utter. Fucking. Trash." He emphasizes every word with a harsh snap of his hips, his thighs flexing and aching from how sore they were from hours of stimulation.

You remain silent, only sounds drizzling from you being meek broken cries whilst your eyes struggle to stay open, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth, and dribbling down onto the steel surface of the table. Though, you could not welcome the concept of rest so soon when it came to Jinyoung’s insatiable need to fuck.

He takes notice of how your gaze falls shut and stays close for longer periods of time, much sooner than before, only for you to open them once more and ever so slowly slip into the slumber he’s been putting off. He scrunches his nose in annoyance, ceasing his movements and giving your plush a quick squeeze. Nothing. Clicking his tongue, he shakes his head in disappointment, crooning with an airy tone, "Can't have you passing out right now, puppy. Give me a second…." The man untangles his hand from your locks and detaches his hand from your waist, letting your temple hit the hard table as he twists his torso to reach over to the metal tray behind him.

Carefully plucking a syringe and red vial from the full plate, Jinyoung hums whilst he stabs the small silicone opening with the pointer, pulling the end of the syringe until a fraction of the base is filled with a clear substance. Just one jab of this and your hell would continue.

"Sir… please… No… no more..," you whisper, breathing weakly as you stare blankly at the door opposite to your current position, pathetically hoping your boss would cease his antics, the sore sensation of your lower half creating an uncomfortable pressure you could hardly support. Your vision is starting to spin and you could barely make out his voice. "Ngh, it hurts… a lot, I-I can’t…."

Jinyoung feigns worry for a moment, putting the instruments down and caressing your ass gently— only for him to crack his hand against your flesh the next second.

Gasping, you flinch and curl your hands into fists as the area he struck begins to burn and throb immediately. It’s no surprise considering the rippling mass of muscles he adorned, yet his strength was another level.

"Who cares? I didn't ask you…," the man jeers while picking the syringe back up, mocking your displeasure as he grits his teeth, feeling how your cunny gripped tighter onto him when he smacked you. Interesting reaction, truly, he thought, taking a mental note of it for future reference before a dry laugh trickles from him. Just hearing your voice pleading to him to stop when all he wanted was some relief irked him.

What happened to his little cocksleeve who just shut up and took it? Who begged him to go faster, harder even?!

Placing the vial back, he lightly flicks his finger against the needle as he pushes down, watching with delight as the tip spurts out a clear liquid. With a small amount, he'd have you back to his sweet little ragdoll who he can fill with load after load of his cum, not making a single effort to defy him.

"Shh, this isn't going to hurt, just a quick pinch…," he said with an airy tone as he hunches over your feeble frame, poking the vein in your neck and dispersing the drugs into your bloodstream, reeling from how you shudder against him. This would force you to stay awake yet remain in a catatonic state for a few more hours, just as he wanted — needed. "That's it, pretty, that’s it…," he coos, humming in content at how quickly it began to take effect. Jinyoung always found delight in the way your body falls limp once he injects you, gleefully welcoming how quiet and compliant you became. It made slipping into your slick all the more pleasant, gummy walls swallowing his girth deeper as your muscles relaxed. "Wasn't so bad now, huh.…" Tossing the syringe over his shoulder, he leers down at how you slumped against the table, eyes wide as they look back at him in fear.

Perfect. With a blissful sigh, he starts pounding into you, breathlessly muttering as he pulls your hips back into him, nails digging in and breaking the exposed skin —

"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲… 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?"

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