(Pst watch dead girl walking from heathers if u arent busy cuz its related to my request)so mc broke in their room from the window and she woke them and said thry aint gonna sleep tonight and she'll break them (rfa+v)
I have to say that I really loved this prompt. At first I was extremely confused by it, mainly cause I didn’t know what the heck Heathers was, but then I googled the song and I stumbled over this animatic version of it and it was such a great experience OMFG! I watched the movie I’d never heard of (and loved it), I watched the musical I’d never seen before (and loved it, although the actor for JD wasn’t Ryan in the recording, sadly) and listened to all the songs again and again, singing loudly to almost all of them. If anyone wants to fangirl over Heathers, my door is wide open. Especially to those who love the fuck out of JD, cause I sure as fuck found a new obsession.
I had to change the prompt ever so slightly, making it more angry sex
like in the musical instead of directly translating it with the whole
window climbing thing. To make up for it I hid almost the entire Dead
Girl Walking lyrics within this prompt. One of the reasons it took me
so long to write. It also got rather long…again. I have to
apologize though, because you requested V, but I just couldn’t
imagine him in such a situation. Instead I wrote Saeran and used this
as an addition to the troublemaker prompt I posted a while ago.
So here is || PART 2|| and a link to || PART 1 ||.I really hope you enjoy. Writing smut was hard this time.
|| REQUEST ARE (ALWAYS) OPEN!! ||
He’d called you about a
million times and you had yet to grace him with a reply. Not an
answer, not a call, not even a quick text message to let him know
that you were still alive. Zen was possessive and overprotective to
begin with, but since the accident a couple of months ago where he’d
dramatically found out that you were running a huge drug cartel his
worries for your safety had gotten even worse. Rightly so, he liked
to remind you, as it hadn’t been the last time you’d found yourself
shot or otherwise harmed.
Not to mention that you always refused to go to the hospital – “Zen, honey, think about it. How the fuck am I supposed to explain why my body contains two bullets without admitting to smuggling drugs?” - which meant the only patch-up you ever got was from yours truly and Zen was a lot of things, but not a goddamn doctor. The wounds took longer to heal than he was used to and the scars never fully faded. As an actor, who’s job depended on body, he wished you would take better care of yours.
Then again, it wasn’t like
you having those kind of scars made you aesthetically unpleasing to
him. He couldn’t have cared less, if that is the only thing wrong
with out. What really bugged him was that you seemed to be growing
increasingly more reckless, scars multiplying rather quickly. He
couldn’t keep up with it. Eventually he’d given up on receiving a
reply, hoping and praying that you were alright and come morning he’d
find you asleep by his side. He’d fallen asleep eventually, though
reluctantly and fitful.
“Zen, wake up”, you
whispered into his ear. You let your lips brush over the sensitive
skin behind it, watching with pleasure as the little hairs on his
nape began standing up. You chuckled lowly, pleased to see the
immediate response his body gave to you. You wrapped your arms around
him from behind, trailing them down his chiseled chest to the V of
his hips and eventually dipped below the rubber band of his boxer
briefs. You smirk to yourself when just that is enough to catch Zen’s
attention, making him squirm and moan lowly.
Long fingers wrapped
around his girth without further hesitation, slowly pumping the long
member into hardness. It never really took long to get Zen aroused, a
fact that both of you had dwelled in a lot over the years. His
refractory period was amazingly short and allowed you to have sex
again and again and again. His lust was truly without compare, only
ever matched by yours. When he’d called himself a beast he hadn’t
lied and you were very appreciative of said fact. This time around,
however, it was time for the beast in you to awake.
Once you’d felt the
precome beginning to coat your fingers you’d removed your hand,
trailing it up his body and to his chest. You’d dug your nails into
his pecs, forcefully turning him onto his back and climbing on top of
him. Zen’s eyes had jumped open, a gasp falling from his lips. You
could tell that he was about to say something, effectively silencing
him by rolling your hips, creating sweet friction against his
erection. “Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See…I decided I
must ride you ‘till I break you.”
Zen, who’d still been half
asleep, found himself rather awake when you’d decided to free his
cock from the restriction of his underwear. He watched with wide
eyes, as you lifted your skirt, pushed aside your lace panties and
sank down onto his thick appendage. You hissed at his girth splitting
you up and yet didn’t stop for a second, burying him deeper inside of
you until his entire length was nestled within your hot, tight walls.
You stopped, giving yourself a moment to get used to the sudden
intrusion before beginning to roll your hips languidly.
It felt good to be in
control for once, the fact that he was naked while you were still
fully dressed adding some sort of thrill to it. At first your
movements were slow and deliberate, allowing you to take in the sight
before you. Zen’s eyes were half lidded and dazed, lips parted and
shiny from where he’d licked them. The way he looked at you made your
blood rush faster, heating your skin pleasantly. He reached out then,
resting his big hands on your hips. His fingers dug into your skin
momentarily, leaving his marks on you like you’d hoped he would.
While you rested your
hands on his chest, using that hold as leverage, his hands travelled
higher to grasp your breasts, holding them firmly as he played with
your nipples until they hardened under his admission. It was then
that you’d decided that enough was enough, slapping away his hands.
You were the one making the calls, not him. To drive that point home
you dug your nails into his chest, making him hiss quietly, before
starting to roll your hips with more fervour. You were using him to
pleasure yourself and you enjoyed it.
begged eventually, red eyes trained only on you. You met his gaze,
licking and nibbling at your bottom lip, smirking devilishly.
Torturously slow you started to lift yourself off of his cock until
merely the tip of it remain buried inside you. When you didn’t move
right away he whined, making you claw at his chest once more. You
took mercy on him, sinking back down. This time, however, your
movements weren’t half as slow. You started to gain in speed,
practically bouncing on his erection.
Zen attempted to flip you
over multiple times, but you made sure it didn’t happen until
eventually he gave up, merely looking up at you with awe and arousal
shining through his eyes. The pace you set was brutal, almost
punishing. You wanted to feel him, feel the sting of his girth
spreading you impossibly as you buried him inside you again and
again. Once this would end and you would have to leave, you wanted to
feel him there for days to come. You could feel yourself growing
closer, reaching down to pleasure yourself while you rode your
“Fuck, Zen”, you moaned, head thrown back and eyes
shut. With the added stimuli to your clit your orgasm rapidly
approached, your movements becoming erratic on top of Zen. The sounds
coming from your mouth became filthier by the minute, from mewls and
whine to low groans and screams of pleasure. Zen wasn’t unaffected
either, as you could feel his cock jump and pulse within you,
announcing his nearing orgasm as well. “I want you to come inside
of me, Zen. Make me yours. Mark me from within.”
You’d never done it without a condom – you becoming pregnant the last thing either of you could afford – but now you didn’t care. You were about to die anyway, so might as well make the best of it. A couple more strokes to your hardened sex and you came, calling out your lovers name as your walls tightened impossibly around his erection. Zen followed soon after, a mere handful of thrusts upwards as he buried himself inside you one last time before spilling his hot seed. Both of you were exhausted, shaking through our overwhelming orgasm.
You collapsed next to the
other, both of you panting as you lay side by side. “Damn, this
screams for a post-orgasm cig”, Zen said, chuckling. You smirked,
snorting out a chuckle before reaching out for the nightstand,
fiddling for a moment, before handing Zen a lighter and a cigarette.
Only then did his smile fall, his head turning to look at you
properly. “Something is going to happen, isn’t it.” You didn’t
meet his eye, a sad smile curling around your lips. “Don’t worry
about me, babe. I’m just your usual dead girl still
Once you’d admitted to
your special activities, it had been rather hard for Yoosung
to go about even the most mundane of things. He was constantly
reminded of the day you’d killed a man right before his eyes, cut him
up like it was nothing. Whenever he thought he was somewhat over it –
the fact that he even considered getting over it was crazy –
pictured began to flash in his mind. So much blood and he hadn’t even
averted his gaze. Yoosung only noticed that he’d gotten lost in his
thoughts when the cashier cleared her throat loudly.
He blushed and quickly paid for everything and pushed his cart along. Walking home with the groceries his mind drifted off once more. Suddenly everything you did seemed so much heavier than it did before. All the times you’d talked about going for drinks with your friends or having to stay late for work…all he could think about was whether you were actually killing someone instead. Those weren’t the things that bothered him the most, though. What really got to Yoosung was the fact that…he didn’t really mind?
When he came home you weren’t there yet, so he put away the groceries and laid down on the coach, arms crossed behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He’d been shocked at first, like every normal person would, but now he didn’t even flinch when you told him about your newest kill. He never told anyone. Never called the police. In fact, on more than one occasion he’d found himself anticipating the next story. He’d gotten addicted to the thrill like you’d anticipated him to. Had you had more time, you were sure he would have joined you eventually.
When you got home,
slightly out of breath and with a racing heart you’d found your
husband napping on the couch, Some of the stress had melted away at
the adorable sigh, a soft smile appearing. In a world filled with so
much hate and filth he was like your safe haven. Everything about him
was innocent, sweet and pure and whatever worry you had melted away
when greeted by such a sight. Or it usually did. This time, however,
things were a little grimmer. This time you needed something else to
cheer you up.
You made your way to the
couch, rather impure thoughts on your mind. You would have felt
guilty any other time, but not this time. Instead you kneeled before
the couch, carefully massaging your husband through his pants,
feeling the outline of his cock harden under your admission. A
somewhat high pitched groan fell from Yoosungs lips as his eyes
fluttered open. He rubbed at them, still obviously disoriented, until
he finally noticed you on your knees beside him. Yoosung instantly
jumped into a sitting position, just the way you’d hoped he would.
face heated horribly as he scrambled to cover his erection with a
pillow. You had to bite your lip not to laugh, smiling at how
devastatingly adorable Yoosung was. “Don’t be shy, honey. I want
to”, you assured him. You wrapped your hand around his wrist,
tracing the vein with your thumb as you pushed his hand away to
remove the pillow. As you began unzipping his pants, still feeling
him up through the fabric, you could feel the twitch of his dick
under your palm and it only fed into your hunger for the man.
made a quick job of removing his clothes, no patience or time to
tease or any finesse. You wanted his dick inside your mouth asap.
Once Yoosungs tighty-whities had joined his jeans around his ankles
you’d smirked up at the other, hungrily licking your lips. Yoosungs
eyes widened and he swallowed loudly. You grasped the base of his
cock, pumping it steadily while licking along the underside of his
cock, paying special attention to the prominent vein that always made
him mewl when licked and sucked at.
Yoosung off with your mouth had always been the easiest of things for
you. At first you merely sucked at his head, twirling your tongue
around it, making Yoosung groan and relax under your touch before
releasing it with a filthy popping, leaving him to plead. Only then
did you wrap your lips around his cock, slowly inching lower until
they were nestled around his entire shaft. At first you would merely
suck before bobbing your head, moaning around him to send vibrations
up his erection, cock twitching within your mouth.
that it didn’t take much longer for Yoosung to come. The second his
head hit the back of your throat it usually overwhelmed him. Being
completely settled in the wet heat of your mouth was all it took for
him to spill his hot seed down your awaiting throat. You swallowed
every last drop, pulling off to lick his cock as well as your lips
clean, humming in appreciation. Usually you would have let him enjoy
the buzz for a while longer, but not this time around. You had other
plans as you got up and rested your hands on his shoulders.
“Get on all fours”, you demanded and Yoosung instantly obeyed. “Such a good boy.” You brushed through his unruly, blond hair, caressing him. He looked at you with his big eyes before pushing up your pencil skirt and removing your barely there underwear. He licked at your folds, hesitant at first until your grip on his hair tightened. “Kiss this dead girl walking!” He sat up a little, hands coming to rest on your thighs for better leverage. He began licking at your folds hungrily, tongue worming its way into your core.
closed your eyes, focusing on Yoosung’s tongue moving inside you, his
nose brushing against your clit with every other lick. You started to
grind your hips onto his mouth just the slightest bit, taking full
control over your own pleasure by doing so. You weren’t the only one
enjoying themselves, however. Yoosung groaned against your sex and
his cock jumped every time you rolled your hips or gripped his head
tighter to guide his head the way you wanted to. “God, you’re such
a good boy, honey. Beautiful”, you praised.
watched in awe as his cheeks reddened even further, beads of pre-come
gathering at the tip of his cock once more. He was getting off on
this as much as you were! Your grip tightened once more and you
ripped him away from you, causing Yoosung to hiss. Your juices were
covering his mouth, swollen and glistening. Without having so say
anything Yoosung understood. Something had happened. His first
instinct was to protect you, but before he could voice that thought
he was once more guided back to your dripping cunt.
don’t have to stay and let them catch me. I could change my name and
move to Geoje”, you said as his lips closed around your clit. He
sucked at it and you moaned. “But I don’t really want to leave so
here’s something I’d like to achieve: Spend those thirty hours
gettin’ freaky!” And that you did. You began practically riding
his tongue and lips, your orgasm approaching quickly. Not that you
had any intention of stopping after just one. If this was really your
last night together, and you feared as much, you neither of you would
spend it sleeping.
skilled, little tongue was still swirling your hardened nub when
suddenly two of his fingers pushed inside you. The intrusion came
without warned and you gasped as another sensation was added to the
mix. He crooked his fingers and began fingering you, hitting all the
right places within you. You began panting uncontrollable as pleasure
overwhelmed you, an intense orgasm making you weak in the knees. He
licked you through it until you pulled him up, kissing him hungrily.
The kiss was messy, wet ans filthy and exactly what you had in mind.
From the moment Nam had appeared at your shared apartment things had become rather tense. Not only for Jaehee but you as well. You knew better than to think he would leave you in peace like that. Now that he was more or less permanently out of prison his first order would be to collect what was his; namely money, drugs and you. You tried to hide such thoughts from Jaehee, but she was too smart to be fooled, even by you. If you were willing to cut his throat with a knife like you’d been that day, he was obviously not to be taken lightly.
Still, you attempted to go
about your daily life like you’d been doing before. You took care of
the café together, cooked and ate at peace, shared a home and a bed.
Yet, the atmosphere was so obviously different, thick and heavy to
the point you imagined being able to cut it with a knife. You knew
Jaehee had a million questions and while you were ready to answer
them, Jaehee apparently wasn’t ready to ask. So you waited for her to
be prepared until one day the process was sped up by a little card in
your mailbox. A card with a familiar symbol.
Jaehee had been the one to find it, watching you pale upon looking at the double dragon on the otherwise blank card. That is when you started to talk, about who your father was before his early death, how he’d married you off to Nam to not only bind the two biggest mafia groups into one, but to also secure you a safe living. You also explained that the double dragon was a symbol of high rank in the group you were technically the head off and that Nam had sent the card as a warning. He was coming to get you. Soon, from the looks of it.
two of you had sat in silence for a long time. You’d been boiling and
fuming, angry at the mans audacity. Hadn’t you made your point clear
by almost slicing his throat? You weren’t his trophy wife and you
weren’t his possession. He couldn’t just rip you away from the life
you’d established with Jaehee just because it fit into his schedule
now. Jaehee on the other hand seemed strangely quiet and you began to
worry. This was probably a lot more to take in for her, harder for
her, than it was for you. The least you could do was try to explain.
listened as you talked about your upbringing, about how Nam and you
had actually known one another since early childhood. You’d grown up
together, going to the same schools. He’d always been infatuated with
you, but you’d never returned such feelings. You’d eventually agreed
to marrying him just because there hadn’t been anyone else you’d
desired and because you knew it would make your father happy.
However, now you had Jaehee and you loved her. You promised to
protect her, no matter what, and that Nam wouldn’t harm her.
girlfriend didn’t care much for her own safety, however. What she was
truly worried about was yours. You’d grown up in such a dangerous
world and while by some miracle you’d survived so far, there was no
guarantee that you’d survive it any further. To her you were still as
innocent and delicate as ever. With a man like Nam-Il after you, she
considered you in grave danger without any idea on how to protect
you. If he got to you, took you away like he apparently planned, she
was certain that you’d meet your demise sooner or later and that
thought killed her.
following day Jaehee refused to open the café, insisting to keep you
at home and at least somewhat safe. She’d even jumped over her shadow
and called Jumin, requesting a couple of bodyguards for you, if he
agreed. Despite not explaining the entire situation to him – and
Jumin still being disappointed in Jaehee for leaving – he’d agreed
and send over two guards to protect you. Only a day later you found
both of them knocked out in front of your door, another card lying on
one of the mens chest. The second and last warning you would get.
almost had a break down, as she realized that there was absolutely
nothing she could do to protect you. Seeing her so upset, no matter
how little she might have shown it on the outside, infuriated you
even more. You send the guards back, apologized to Jumin for getting
them harmed and used the opportunity to send a burned version of the
card right back to Nam. If he wanted to threaten you? Fine. But you
were not willing to drag Jaehee into his silly mind games. You’d face
him head on some day now, but for that day you had other plans.
you finally got home Jaehee instantly jumped off the coach, about to
say something you never got to hear. You cut her off with a kiss,
possessively licking into her mouth, sucking her tongue into yours.
She was unresponsive at first, mostly due to shock, until you pulled
her flush against you rolling your hips against hers. Finally she
sighed and melted into the kiss, your tongues dancing together.
Eventually you broke the kiss, leaving Jaehee obviously dazed.
Needless to say that seeing you had such an effect did great things
You took her wrist in your
hand and began tugging her towards the bedroom. She was hesitant at
first, trying to ask what was going on, but quickly gave up when she
realized she would not be getting a reply. You sat her onto the bed,
massaging her thighs and spreading her legs apart, kissing your way
up from her knee until you reached her crotch. Pressing feathery
kisses against her panties, turning it damp. You were happy to note
that the dampness was furthered by Jaehee herself, who was growing
increasingly wet, squirming under your admission.
You looked up at her, eyes
burning with passion, and didn’t break the gaze once as you slowly
pulled down her underwear, throwing it aside carelessly. When you
kissed her sex this time there was no layer to hold you back. You
licked between her folds, stimulating her clit with your fingers
while licking inside of her. Jaehee was still shy about oral sex, but
mostly because she was so damn responsive to it. Every lick, nibble
or suck got delicious sounds out of her and you swore to yourself
that you would coax out every last one of them that night.
After about fifteen
minutes of going down on her, working Jaehee towards her second
orgasm for the night she asked you to stop, wondering why you were
doing this all of a sudden. “'Cause Nam-Il says I gots to go,
you’ll be my last meal on death row”, you’d merely replied,
grinning up at her before going back down, making her gasp and forget
her question altogether. Eventually your tongue had been replaced by
one, then two and eventually four fingers, thrusting in and out of
her. Just by crooking them ever so slightly you were granted the most
Jaehee was gripping the sheets, head thrown back and her wavy hair a mess. You could see the flush in her cheeks, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to muffle the sounds of pleasure she still didn’t quite allow herself. Well, you’d make sure to change that. You pulled your fingers out, instead standing up to push Jaehee onto the mattress. She had no idea what was going on, but Jaehee had long stopped questioning you. She watched with wide eyes as you undressed before coming to straddle her. It was only when you put a pillow under her hip and threw her leg over your shoulder that she understood.
You decided to scissor
Jaehee, both your wet cunts rubbing together. It was something you
hadn’t tried often, mostly out of shyness. Now was not the time for
that though. Both of you moaned in wanton as your sexes rolled
together, sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you. You
reached out for Jaehee’s hand, pulling it to your mouth to suck two
of her fingers in before guiding her to her clit. She didn’t hesitate
to pleasure you and you instantly returned the favour, your bodies
sliding together in perfect harmony until finally you reached your
peak, screaming out your orgasm.
Surprisingly, Jumin finding out that you were the daughter of the head of one of Korea’s biggest mafia groups didn’t put as much of a dent into your relationship as you’d initially thought it would. In fact, for some absurd reason, he seemed to enjoy that little secret you’d hidden from it. You couldn’t quite puzzle together what the appeal was, but apparently he liked knowing everything about you. He also seemed to enjoy the thrill that came with it. Preppy Jumin Han married to the heir of Chil Sung Pa’s admittedly huge empire.
As it turned out, there
were also quite some business merits to being married to you. For
one, people and entire companies had some sort of newfound respect
for the two of you as well as C&R International in general. It
probably stemmed from fear, but Jumin was an opportunist with success
in mind and anything that helped the company was fine for him. C&R’s
networth increased rapidly, especially when you roped your father
into signing certain contracts that would ensure not only safety but
Everything was fine and
the business was booming until someone attempted to harm your father
and you snapped. You were preppy, well-mannered and calm, but if
someone dared to harm or so much as insult the people you cared for
and loved, you turned into a fury with no regards for morals. You had
no problem getting your hands dirty. By the time you arrived at the
headquarters, however, it turned out that your father was fine and
the person had been taken care of in a rather traditional sense. You
were still pissed about the attempt, though, and with nowhere else to
let steam off, you turned to Jumin.
When you snuck into
Jumin’s office his back was turned to you. He was on the phone with
someone, staring out of the window wall, discussing a deal you knew
he’d been working on for a long while. You leaned against the wall
and watched him work for a minute or two, enjoying the way his
muscles flexed under that perfectly fitting and tight suit, the way
his voice sounded when he talked business. Your always found his
voice extremely sexy, that low rumble that could make anyone weak in
the knees, but especially when talking business.
Eventually your patience had been stripped too thin and it didn’t seem like he was planning to hang up any time soon, so you decided to take the initiative. You put down your bag and coat, silently making your way to where your husband is standing. From behind you sling your arms around his slender but muscular frame, trailing them down his chest playfully. It is your way of warning him of what is about to follow. Whether he hangs up for it or not is completely up to him. You can feel his muscles tense and relax but nothing else. Well then.
You press a kiss between
his shoulder blades, unbuttoning his shirt from behind, skilled
fingers doing a quick job. Finally able to touch bare skin you bury
your nails in it, trailing them down his torso to leave your marks.
Had you dug any deeper you would have drawn blood. Jumin’s breath
hitches every so slightly and yet he continues to talk, as composed
as ever. You smirk. A challenge can be quite amusing when having it
with Jumin. Both of you are competitive, in control of every aspect
of your life and stubborn. Still, this one will be your win.
Your hand moves lower to
unbutton his trousers, slowly pulling down the zipper to tease him
with the sound itself, even. You can feel the deep intake of breath
he makes, knowing that he is preparing himself. Your curious finger
slip past the boxers and into his pants, your free hand still holding
onto that beautifully tones stomach, feeling the muscles there
contract with every teasing touch. Jumin is so fun to play with. Your
wrap your hand around his long cock, squeezing it just for the
briefest of moments to get his attention.
Apparently this still
isn’t enough to get Jumin to end the call, so you increase your
efforts. You begin jerking him off, strong, long pumps of your first.
You use your thumb to trace the veins raking over his length before
starting to pay special attention to the head. You circle it
teasingly, tapping the slit ever so slightly until finally you can
feel the first beads of seed gather, spreading them eagerly. Jumin
eventually starts to rock his hips into your hand, biting down on his
bottom lip to keep himself quiet while the other person talked.
While you admired your
husbands self control, you were rather happy when it finally came to
an end. Ads you sped up the movements of your hand the snapping of
his hips turned from shallow to erratic. The pre-come was now coating
your entire hand, making the slide much easier and therefor quicker.
You could feel his shaft pulse with the need to release. You stood on
your tip toes, nibbling at your lovers earlobe and whispering the
dirty things you wanted to do to him until finally Jumin spilled over
Luckily Jumin was a bit of
a silent type as it was, so the orgasm didn’t make him scream out or
any such thing. It would have been quite hilarious to have him
explain that to an executive partner, but maybe it was for the best
that it didn’t happen. As it was Jumin apologized, explaining that he
had some very important business to take care of and would call them
back later. You were happy to know that said important business was
you. He turned in your arms, claimed your mouth with a hungry kiss
while lifting you onto his desk.
Jumin broke the kiss to go
on his knees before you, pushing up your skirt just enough to get to
your panties. He carefully pulled them down over your long legs,
pressing kisses on the smooth skin along the way. He then proceeded
to kiss his way back up, the kisses and playful nibbles to your thigh
already getting you excited for what was to come. By the time he
finally began eating you out you were a panting, wet mess. Jerking
him off, having that control over your husband, it always turned you
on. You knew it wouldn’t take much.
He licked between your
folds eagerly, your hand coming to rest on his head and pull at his
hair as he did so. When you’d first started to have sex he hadn’t
been much of a lover. After all, he’d never touched a woman before
you. However, many, many times later – honestly, you’d been all
over each other for a while – and Jumin knew your body and all it’s
soft spots better than you knew it yourself, probably. He was very
categoric about it. He knew exactly how to please you, sucking at
your clit while fingering you open using three finger.
About five minutes later
you finally came, rolling your hips onto the tongue he’d pushed
inside you, as your orgasm shook your body. However, you weren’t
quite done with him yet and from the fact that Jumin was hard again
as well, he seemed to be on board. You pulled him up, kissing him as
you wrapped your legs around his hips. “Let’s go, you know the
drill; I’m hot and pissed and on the pill”, you said, pulling him
closer by the arse, cock brushing between your folds. Jumin growled
hungrily, reaching between you to grasp his cock and push inside
You mewled at the feeling
but attempted to muffle it. The doors were thin and if you could walk
in, so could anyone else. "Full steam ahead, let’s break the
desk”, you snickered, grinding against your husband to bury him
deeper. Needless to say, he did well in attempting to break it. Jumin
knew that when you were in the mood, you could take quite the
pounding and he delivered perfectly. His thrust were quick and hard,
hitting all the right spots within you. When you finally came you
started to scream his name, Jumin had to silence you by kissing. Not
a bad way to be silenced.
The night after he’d found
out about your work for another agency Saeyoung had lain awake for
many hours, curled together on the side as he attempted to catalogue
all the new input. His agency was ruined, because of him. Someone
from another agency had send you to kill him. The two of you had
actually fallen in love instead and he knew for a fact that it would
soon cause your agency to be after you as well. You’d not only failed
to fulfil your given task, but you’d also bonded with the enemy and
such things never sat well with agencies like yours.
For a long time Saeyoung contemplated your options. Neither of you were really safe living a normal life and yet fleeing seemed like such a tedious option. He’d spent too much of his life running away and abandoning things he loved in the process. Saeyoung was done with it. The alternative he came up with was rather unconventional, but maybe that would ensure it’s success in the end. What if, instead of joining another agency for protection, the two of you started your own? Maybe you could even team up with Saeran?
He knew that his twin was
still a little unstable, but maybe it made that option all the more
suitable. Doing hacking and footwork was something familiar for
Saeran. He had no further education that would allow him to pursue
any other career and this way he would not only have a stable job,
but also one where both you and Saeyoung could keep him safe and
mostly sane. The longer he thought about it the cleared the imagine
in his head became. When he pitched the idea of you you’d been
surprise but then a grin had spread on your face and you’d agreed.
When Saeyoung had first
suggested starting your own, small but effectively agency you’d
hesitated for two reasons. For one you’d been rather sure that your
fiancée had had other plans for the future. He’d always talked about
some kind of toy store, building his little robots and similar things
to sell them. Not to mention that he’d been so eager to heal and
protect his brother that you could not imagine how on earth opening a
secret agency fit into the picture. Was he so willing to endanger his
brother further only for you?
Which lead you directly to your second reason; safety. By following through with his plan the level of danger in which all three of you would move would multiply gravely. Saeyoungs former agency would be after you. Your former agency would be after you and every agency you’d fuck over in the future as well. Still, you’d eagerly agreed as the thrill of going down that path together drew you in. That was until a job went horribly wrong and you found yourself fearing for your life. Well, fearing was the wrong word. You were mostly pissed.
Every normal human would
have tried to flee when faced with a threat like the one you were
facing – you know, teams of agents targeting you in specific –
but not you. No, you were pissed that you had nothing to do about it.
You could either run away or sit around and wait for their attack and
fend it off as best as possible. That is until you walked into the
bedroom to find a naked Saeyoung sprawled out on the bed, giving you
all sorts of ideas how to better spend that time waiting, other than
sitting around and twiddling your thumbs.
You slowly climbed on top
of the bed and your fiancée, handing brushing up his legs, massaging
his thighs before pulling them apart. You rested between your lovers
legs, mouthing at his cock, pressing little kisses all over it until
it jumped to life. You kissed your way up Saeyoungs body who was
slowly beginning to wake up, twirling your tongue around his nipples
before biting down on one. Finally his eyes flew open and he stared
down at you with a gasp of pain, pleasure and surprise. He blinked
rapidly, reaching for his glasses and putting them on.
The sight was surprising,
to say the least. You usually weren’t into that whole somnophilia
thing. He’d tried once and you’d kicked him out of the bed for it.
Saeyoung, on the other hand, sure loved surprised. Especially
surprises like that. He smiled down at you, cupping your face and
pulling you up for a passionate kiss. His tongue snuck into your
mouth, hungrily exploring and claiming what he thinks of as his. You
melted into the kiss, allowing him the control for a brief moment.
Tongues dancing together you swallowed each others moans before you
“No sleep tonight for
you, better chug that PhD Pepper”, you announced upon sitting up,
grinding your hips against his erect cock. He didn’t react at first,
still sleep dazed. You weren’t gonna let that pass, instead wrapping
your hand around his neck, using your thumb to tilt his face up. “Get
your ass in gear, Saeyoung. Come on, make this whole town disappear!”
He sat up than, wrapping an around your middle, holding you tight
while thrusting his hips upwards to rub his hard sex against yours.
Even through your panties he could feel the wetness.
of you had the patience to neither get up nor get you undressed.
Instead he merely ripped the fabric away – he’d buy you new ones
some other time – and pushed inside you in one long go. You gasped
as the sensation of being filled but didn’t hesitate to glide up and
down the others length, burying him deep inside you to hit all the
right spots. “Slap me! Pull my hair”, you gasped the command and
Saeyoung happily complied. He slapped your rear, hard and quick until
pale skin turned bright red.
You gasped with every blow, the sting a pleasant sensation. You could feel the wetness between your legs getting more intense, arousal making itself known to Saeyoung as well. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and from the diabolic grin on his lips he quite enjoyed it. That is when he reached for your hair, holding it together and circling it around between his fingers to get a better grip. Saeyoung tugged harshly, a hiss falling from your lips. You quite enjoyed when he got rough with you, all frustration making way for pleasure.
His mouth attacked you neck, tongue trailing the vein there before he sucked at the tender skin. The sounds falling from your lips were of pure ecstasy, as your neck was rather sensitive and his lips were skilled. He then began nibbling and biting at the skin, leaving his marks all over your otherwise untouched skin. Meanwhile his hips were snapping upwards in a slow but pointed rhythm, making you squirm on his lap, pleasure seemingly overwhelming you. “What is it, sweetheart? You’re so uncommonly quiet”, he teased.
“Touch me”, you
panted. “Touch me everywhere and no more talking.” You removed
his hand from your behind to guide it to your centre for him to feel
just what he was doing to you. He moaned as he dipped his fingers
into the wetness awaiting him, circling your clit with his thumb as
he pushed two fingers inside your tight heat alongside his cock. You
felt even fuller now, desperately bouncing onto his cock and fingers,
crocked inside you, driving you mad. All of it seemed too much and
yet too little at the same time.
You found your peak when Saeyoung began sucking on your nipple, squeezing your breast with his free hand while nibbling hungrily at the other. His thrusts had become harsh and almost burning and the hickeys now spread over your chest as well. A handful of jabs later you were coming, cunt tightening around his cock, pulling the orgasm out of him as well as he spent himself within your welcoming heat. You collapsed against him, Saeyoung falling back onto the mattress with you on top. “Fuck, I really needed that.”
After the night you’d
shared upon realizing Saeran knew about your job all along the two of
you had been mostly on the run. You got in hits here and there and
you could work as whistle blower from about anywhere, so it wasn’t
that much of an issue, but settling down hadn’t been an option for a
couple of months at that point. You made it a habit to send Saeyoung
a card once a month to let him know you and his sweet, sweet brother
were still alive. Other than that, neither you nor Saeran dared to
contact everyone else in fear of endangering them.
You did, however, attempt to help with the parties. Be it by sending Saeyoung some files of potential guests or donating a bunch of money to whatever cause they were supporting. Everything beyond that was strictly taboo for the both of you. Not that you minded too much. Most of the time you were either busy with work – people sure liked to have other people killed or fucked over – or with one another. The two of you had learned early on that every day spent alive was a privilege and you wanted to make the best out of every single one of them.
It was about two years
into your spree that things began getting tighter. One of your
team-mates on the whistle blower team had made a traceable mistake
and now the FBI and CIA were after he both of you. Keeping a low
profile wasn’t that big of a problem until you’d decided that
splitting up was for the best, at least for the time being, and
regretted the decision the second the two of you entered your new
hotel room all by yourself, respectively. Both of you were miserable
all alone and with no means to contact the other without being
trashing in bed for about an hour, sleep nowhere near, you decided
that enough was enough. You were so used to sharing a bed with Saeran
that sleeping by yourself seemed near impossible at this point. You
got out of bed and walked the multiple blocks to the motel you knew
Saeran was staying it. Of course you couldn’t just waltz in through
the front door and have anyone see you. It was bad enough that you
were visiting him at all, let alone be that direct about it. So
instead you found yourself climbing up the wall and through the
Saeran had broken into Rika’s apartment he’d made it look much easier
than it turned out to be. You’d been staying at the fourteenth floor
with rather intruder-proof windows and yet he’d managed to easily
make his way inside like some sort of dark angel. Yet here you were,
climbing through a fourth floor window, almost wheezing loud enough
to wake Saeran that way. Admittedly, you should have brought more
equipment, but the decision to come in the first place had been a
rather rash one so you hadn’t been on top of your game.
Whatever the case, you were inside now and no one had seen you. So instead of wasting any more of the precious time you had together – come morning you would have to split up again – you made your way to the bed, climbing atop the others body and waking him up by gently caressing his face and brushing through his hair. Saeran was a light sleeper to begin with, but since you started the job he was even more wary than he’d been before. The drop of a pin could wake him and this situation was no different.
eyes instantly shot up, hand harshly wrapping around your wrist and
tugging you down. You found yourself on your back, pressed into the
mattress by your lovers weight. Admittedly, that turned you on more
than it should have. Then again you had come to his room with that
particular situation in mind, so really he’d merely sped the entire
process up. He was panting, staring at you with wide eyes before
frowning in confusion as you grinned up at him mischievously. “I
was a little lonely up in my room, so I thought I’d pay you a visit.”
huffed, letting go of your wrist and sitting up, brushing the strands
of her from his eyes. “If someone saw you, you’re dead. We both
are. Are you seriously horny enough to risk your life for this”, he
asked, looking at you with an intense and calculating look. You let
your eyes wander over his face, reaching out once more to cup it with
one hand, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. “I’m willing to
risk my life for you.” Apparently that took Saeran by
surprise, even after all this time, as his face fell and he quickly
looked away from you, seemingly ashamed.
You know where this behaviour is coming from, something that happened at times when things seemed to finally become undeniably serious between the two of you and Saeran feared of getting too attached and losing something beloved once more overwhelmed him. You sighed, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead. "You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree, Saeran”, you said, getting his attention.“So the world’s unfair? Keep it locked out there!” You move closer then, burying your face in the crock of his neck, kissing along the sensitive skin. “In here it’s beautiful.”
Saeran was never good with emotions, but he was damn fantastic when it came to sex. Maybe because he was capable of detaching those two things, delivering on one without messing up the other. He tugged on your hair, catching your mouth with his. He kiss was breathtaking and bruising, your lips spit slick and swollen once he broke it. Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before tugging at just enough for it to sting without drawing blood. “Let’s make this beautiful, then”, he agreed, voice dipped dangerously low. Promisingly low.
When he spoke like this
you knew you were in for a ride and it wouldn’t be the gentle kind.
The way you two moved was quick and precise with no time to waste.
You tugged his shirt over his head while he ripped open yours,
leaving it in shreds on the floor. You’d have to worry about that
tomorrow. The rest of your clothes joined the shirt in a haze, naked
bodies colliding in a storm of desire and passion. Saeran slid into
your awaiting heat with easy, your legs over his shoulders as he
snapped his hips against yours, almost snapping you in half in the
You pulled him even
closer, your bodies rubbing against one another with every harsh
thrust. Your nipples were hard against his chest, breasts jolting.
You clawed down his back, leaving marks that would stay for days as
he left his mark within you. Subtle, but no less effective. You
pulled him in for a kiss, both of you fighting for dominance until he
let you in, let your tongue push past his to lick into his mouth with
fervour. Both of you moaned into the kiss, the bed shaking under the
two of you. You didn’t see the orgasm coming, hitting you by surprise
with an intensity that almost made you black out.
“Oh no, princess. No
sleeping for you”, he said, pulling out and leaving you empty and
dripping with your own juices. You were about to beg – whether for
mercy or more you weren’t sure – when he suddenly flipped you over,
lifted your hips of the bed and thrust right back home. “You woke
me for this, remember”, he hissed, pointing each word with a harsh
jab. When your moans increased in volume he reached around to cover
your mouth, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he fucked you
from behind like some rabid dog.
You reached for the
headboard for support, gripping it with both hands until your
knuckles were about to rip the skin. You’d just come and yet you
could feel another orgasm steadily building as he fucked inside you,
one hand covering your mouth while the other rubbed at your sensitive
clit. “I love taking you like this, like a little bitch”, he
whispered into your ear, nibbling at it. He kept up the pace until
you felt his cock twitch and jump within you. This time the two of
you came together, his seed filling you up as the two of you trembled
with ecstasy and collapsed onto the bed with exhausted and sated