You’ve never despised a word so much in your god damn life. It mocks you, rips every little aggravation from the world and throws it right into your fucking face. It’s turned your life completely and totally upside down. Then it spun you the fuck around just to make sure you’re officially screwed.
Having just moved from New York two weeks ago, you can now call Nashville home. Forget a different state, you feel like you’re in a freaking different reality. The friendly residents alone throw you for a loop. You’re slightly convinced that they have some ulterior motive. Then again considering the shady fuckers in your past, you could just be paranoid.
Growing up in a big city has given you a tough exterior that the men around here seem to be intimated by. It must be the way you carry yourself, also the permanent bitch face that you’ve acquired over the years.
So we will be starting chapter 3 on Monday, but in place of a page today we thought we’d share with you some of the concept art for Atticus, the most suave werewolf who ever lived haha! Chechula did a wonderful job bringing this character to life with her vibrant sketches!!
Hope everyone had a good week and is ready for the weekend. :)
word count: 3.1k genre: smut, gang!au warnings: kidnapping, handcuffs, mention of murder, mention of prostitution, mention of sex slaves Caught You | Deal
When you startle away, body flinging upright on what appears to be a bed, you’re snapped back into a laid out position by heavy metal cuffs secured around your wrists. They’re looped carefully through the wrought iron bars of the headboard, leaving you with no room to escape. You probably wouldn’t get very far even if you could find a way to bend metal. Besides the smooth silk sheets that hang loosely around your waist, jostled by your hasty movements, you can feel that there’s nothing protecting your body from anything that could be lurking around here. You’re not even sure where “here” is since it’s not any of the back rooms at Lush and the expensive decor is certainly higher than your apartment. So aside from being cuffed to a bed, you have a few other problems involving the fact that you’re naked and in a foreign place. For all you know someone’s planning on killing you.
Then again if your hazy memories of what could be last night or weeks ago depending on how long you’ve been asleep, you’re somewhere only the members of Mamamoo can find you. That doesn’t sound very safe seeing as they’re the notorious gang that’s been plastered all over the media for months, but it’s better than the door opening and you not having an inkling of an idea as to who will greet you. As if the universe was timing the event to sync up with your internal monologue, the door across from the bed swings open. The woman you assume is Hwa Sa steps in and kicks the door shut behind her. There’s the telltale click of the lock and you’re suddenly not so sure the calm you felt just seconds earlier was truly warranted.
There’s nothing obviously menacing about the woman in front of you. If anything she screams sex on legs, but the deliberate way she stalks towards you reminds you a bit too much of a cheetah sneaking up on its prey. Even her eyes give off a predatory glint as she skirts over your current state. You should be embarrassed. A complete stranger so openly appraising your exposed body, but you suck it up and stare back at her with what you hope is an equally heated look. You brought this on yourself, but hell if you’ll go down without even a little bit of a fight. Hwa Sa just smirks at you and sits down next to you on the bed.
“Look who’s finally awake. I thought Byul Yi-unnie had killed you.” She teases. The same husky voice that had punched desire straight into your gut does it again and you immediately clamp your thighs together in what you hope is a discreet manner. The worst thing you can do right about now is show weakness. It’s apparent that all of them know what you’re up to, somehow, but you won’t back down now that you’re this close to exposing them. Your hopes for your jerky movement having been missed by the blue-haired girl are dashed when her hand shoots out to grab your thigh. Her sharpened nails lightly drag over your sensitive skin through the thin barrier of the sheet and you shift around awkwardly.
“Stop moving so much.” She huffs before swinging her leg across yours so she’s seated on your thighs. She’s not particularly heavy but the heat of her thick thighs caging around yours does little to douse that fire that she started ablaze. You fall still anyway, not wanting to push whatever patience she has for your situation. She nods to herself once you fall still.
“Okay, now we can get somewhere.” She shifts around on your lap before fully settling herself. “Young Sun-unnie sent me to interrogate you and she said use any means necessary, so that’s what I’ll do.” The name Young Sun is new to you but you have bigger things to worry about. You can’t tell if she’s informing you of this information or reminding herself of the task at hand. Either way it gives you a few seconds to steel yourself for what’s about to come. You’ve never been faced with such an ultimatum since this is the first time you’ve ever managed to get caught by the people you were after, but “any means necessary” usually means pain. You’re tough enough that you can deal with small doses of pain like slapping or hair pulling, that was just how most girls fought back when you first worked as a stripper, but a gang member could more than likely kill you with their bare hands no matter how attractive they are.
“First question: why were you trying to find us?” She asks carefully. Her thick lips are pressed into an unapologetic line as she awaits your answer. Should you tell her? They must already know half of the reason you’ve been so pressed to find out more about them if they could single you out in a club full of other dancers. The Byul Yi girl even knew your name, so what’s with the pretense. You seal your lips and look away.
“Oh, come on, [Name]. Just answer my questions. The quicker this is over the quicker we can figure out what to do with you. Good behavior is a guarantee that we won’t kill you. We prefer obedient toys.” Hwa Sa says matter-of-factly. Toys? All this time you had thought Mamamoo was just the typical drug dealing, money embezzling, loan sharking type of gang with an average body count, but her words sound as though they dabble in the realm of human trafficking as well. That’s where you draw the line. You could dance for money but letting people sleep with you for the same money that could buy you popcorn at the movies wasn’t something you were ready to take part in. You dodge her question by asking another.
“You’re gonna turn me into a prostitute?” It wouldn’t be that hard seeing as you’re attractive beyond average, but because of that you’re also well-known. As a journalist you get your picture spread around quite a lot as the woman who busted one dangerous crime ring or another. It would be hard to make you disappear without a little bit of backlash. Your company has the police monitoring you just to be sure that you don’t get caught up in this exact type of situation. Depending on how long you’ve been gone there will definitely be some sort of uproar going on at least at the office if not on the news and newspapers yet. You wonder if the girls are aware of this little fact.
“You’re too good to be a prostitute.” Hwa Sa decides, “You’d be our personal little doll. No one but us will get to touch you, so don’t worry.” Her words sound reassuring as if the life of a sex slave is made more appealing by being shared amongst only four women. Regardless of the fact that they’re all lovely to look at you can’t imagine it being very fun for you in the long run. Besides the fact that you’ll undoubtedly be hoarded away from the rest of society, you’d probably die after a few weeks. Byul Yi knocked you out in under an hour and you’ve been out cold for who knows how long. If the rest of them play as rough as she does you’ll wither into nothing just from overexertion and dehydration. There are probably chickens that die in more dignified manners.
“You can’t keep me here.” Hwa Sa blinks at you then smirks like she finds your declaration amusing.
“And why can’t we?”
“The police will be looking for me after too long of my not reporting back to work.”
“You think the police will be worried about a missing stripper? I’ve heard of housewives up and leaving their family without anyone batting an eye. You’re not that special sweetheart. Pretty, but not special.”
“Aren’t I though? You asked why I was trying to find you guys. Well, here’s your answer: I’m a journalist. It’s my job to hunt down leads about criminals and publish it in the news. I was trying to take you down. Now that I’m gone my company will have the police looking for me because if they find me they’ll more than likely find you, so I hope this place–wherever we are–isn’t in Seoul because it’s the first place they’ll be looking.” As you explain the gravity of the situation, Hwa Sa’s knowing smirk drops into a grin scowl. You’ve somehow gained the upperhand and you can all but see a plan formulating in her head as she tries to get around the situation she’s unknowingly put herself and the rest of the girls into. Not to say it’s her fault since it was Byul Yi that came in, guns blazing, and fucking you into oblivion. Had she just tried to negotiate with you you probably could’ve come to an agreement that didn’t immediately involve the police, but she’d been hasty in her planning and you’d been lax in your self-control which spiraled out into this mess.
“You’re lying.” Hwa Sa suddenly declares. You squint up at her. “You’re just trying to scare us into letting you go.”
“You think I’d lie about the police coming for me? For what? To get out of being a sex slave?” Hopefully you can turn this around on her. “I’ve slept with one of your members and you think I’d give that up to go home to bring a stripper. That job is all tease and no release. I’m not that dumb.”
“Obviously you are. I’m not falling for it, so tell me why you’re really after us. The truth or I won’t play so nice with you.” You’re not sure what she wants to hear at this point. You’ve told her the truth and she doesn’t believe you. There’s not much else to go on from there. Either she listens or she doesn’t, and it doesn’t matter either way because the police will start looking for you once they realize something’s gone amiss in your pursuit of the truth. No matter how annoyed they get with you sticking your nose in their area of expertise it’s still their job to keep you safe. Plus you become a helpful asset when you help track down criminals they couldn’t find on their own.
“That’s the truth. Take it or leave it.” The slap she administers to your face is fast and hard. You neck statins with the force with which it’s snapped to the side. You groan at the unpleasant feeling.
“Just tell me why you’re here!” She shouts. At this point it looks like she’ll be willing to take anything but the truth as just that. You could probably tell her you wanted to join and she’d eat it up. That’s not actually a half bad idea. It’s not unheard of for strippers to join gangs just for the money and extra clientele. In all honesty, that’s probably what Hwa Sa has been waiting for you to tell her; so you do.
“See; that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Her plush lips settle back into the same sly smirk that adorned her face when she first walked in. “But like I said, ‘you’re too good to be a prostitute’ and we’re not looking for new members.” Her voice has suddenly taken an aloof tone and anxiety twists in your gut like barbed wire. If they don’t need more members, then they don’t need you and uselessness isn’t a coveted trait around the underground. You squirm on the bed, still mostly pinned by Hwa Sa’s godly thighs, your wrist stinging as the metal handcuffs start to bite into your skin.
“Don’t look so worried,” Hwa Sa reassures you, “The option of being our plaything is still on the table.”
“I–I don’t want to.” You spout out stupidly. Hwa Sa quirks a perfect brow at you and you bite your lip at how dumb you sound. How would a prostitute be different from a personal sex slave? Easy, it’s not. Hwa Sa seems to think so, too.
“It’s not,” You look away from her to try and formulate a halfway believable excuse. “I just–I’m afraid I won’t be good enough.” That was a complete lie. You aren’t the type to sleep with half the city just because, but out of your small amount of partners no one has ever said you weren’t good. Some even called you for another round. But Hwa Sa doesn’t need to know that. You just pout your lips and avoid her eyes like the whole situation is embarrassing to you. A hand slams down on the bed next to your head and Hwa Sa is suddenly leaning so close to you that if you shifted forward even a fraction of an inch her lips would be on yours.
“I saw how you let Byul Yi-unnie fuck you,” Her other hand lands on your cheek, slowly moving lower; over the curve of your jaw, down the column of your neck, along the slant of your collarbone, lingering in the valley between your breasts before shooting down to hike your leg around her hip. The silk sheets slide lower still, barely protecting Hwa Sa’s shorts from being ruined by the growing heat between your legs. Instead of letting your single layer of protection remain Hwa Sa yanks it away. You don’t drop your leg from her hip. Instead you wrap both legs right around her and press your bare badly against her like a koala.
“What are you doing that for?” You pout and look away. “Baby, you know I’ve seen you makes before, right? And you didn’t seem to mind me staring at your boobs until a second ago.”
“I was a bit tied up.” You deadpan with a rattle of your cuffs.
“Good, you can stay like that.” She starts to get up and your heart freezes in your chest. She can’t leave you tied up. You wrack your brain for anything that could get her to stay, get her to uncuff you, until you realize she’s not leaving. Hwa Sa just stands at the foot of the bed, just staring at you. After a few beats of silence she starts tugging her shirt over her head. One after another her clothes drop to the floor until she’s completely naked.
“Let’s see if you’re really as bad as you say.” You tug hard on your restraints as Hwa Sa climbs over you again, your fingers reaching out to touch her gorgeous honey skin. You let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper when she presses her body against you, and your legs lock around her waist. She stares into your eyes few an intense moment before kissing you, hard. You kiss back with equal vigor, your hips twitching to press against her. Hwa Sa happily swallows your noises of satisfaction as you grind against her stomach.
“Fuck, don’t do that,” She groans into your neck between sucking dark bruises into your skin. You continue regardless only to stop when her hand slips between the two of you to glide across your clit. You cry out, cuffs clanging against the metal as you try fruitlessly to touch her. “God, baby, how are you this wet already?” She teases, pulling her hand away to hold it up to the light. Your arousal shines on her fingers before getting licked off by her tongue. The whine that rips from your throat is more akin to a kicked puppy than a human as your mind runs wild with how she could use that tongue on you.
“Hwa Sa,” She smirks down at you, grabbing a handful of your breast and teasing your nipple with her still-wet fingers.
“Yes, baby girl?”
“Eat me, please.” You pant. You’re getting so wound up and she hasn’t really done anything yet. Hwa Sa tilts her head thoughtfully with another one of her smirks tugging at her lips.
“Only if you promise to return the favor,” You nod aggressively, doing whatever it takes to feel those pretty lips and perfect tongue against you right now. Hwa Sa unhooked your legs and moves up your body. Your tongue pokes eagerly out of your mouth as she turns around and drops her hips against your face. You can tell what she’s doing, but still react like you’ve been electrocuted when she spreads your thighs then presses her tongue flat against your clit. You muffle your moans against her pussy, reveling in the taste of her as she licks into you with the same feverish intensity she had kissed you. Each swirl of her tongue leaves you flying higher, closer to your release and you happily return the favor tenfold. Your lips wrap around her clit and suck hard, rewarding her with a playful finger thrusting inside her when she moans against you again.
You feel like you’re melting. All you can feel is her. Hwa Sa’s glorious thighs cage you in, her wet pussy rocking desperately against your mouth, her lips kissing your lower lips while two fingers press against your g-spot. You’re so close to the edge that your legs shake around Hwa Sa’s head as she mutters the dirtiest things into your thigh. She comes before you, your mouth floods with the taste of her as her fingers fuck into you faster. You come seconds later with a shout of her name. Both of you collapse against the bed in blissed out fatigue. After a few minutes Hwa Sa moves to uncuff you. Just as she’s tossing away the offending object the door opens again and Byul Yi and the one you think is Young Sun step in. Young Sun looks amused at the sight before her, but Byul Yi looks livid.
“Unnie, wait! Before you get mad at me: she agreed to be our go-to girl for whenever we need to fuck.” Hwa Sa sputters quickly. You can’t remember explicitly agreeing to those terms, but you don’t say anything to correct her. It doesn’t work to pacify Byul Yi, though. The grey haired girl storms out of the room without saying anything.
“Don’t worry about her, sweetheart,” Young Sun says as she walks up to stand next to the bed, “Byul Yi has always been a little possessive.” Hwa Sa scoffs.
“A little?” Young Sun gives her a pointed look that shuts up whatever tangent the younger was about to go off on.
“She’ll have to learn to share, ’cause from now on this,” Her hand shoots out to cup your sex, “Belongs to all of us now. Remember that, Hye Jin.”