Love me like you hate me {Part.2} | Hongjoong x Reader
❅ pairing : kim hongjoong (ateez) x fem reader
❅ rate : +18 | angst, smut
❅ warnings : violence, strong language, sex
❅ chaptered | one-shot
❅ status : unfinished (chapter 2/???)
❅ tags&stuff : gang leader!hj, gang AU, stripper!reader, drugs, money, corruption, stripclub, violence, San as hj's right-hand man and Wooyoung as their overexcited sidekick, San is kind of a sadistic bastard, heart eyes for Woo, little bit of Woosan if you squint, graphic sex scenes incoming, joong is a rough little man with a potty mouth, Yunho's there too and the most perfect boyfriend material as usual
❅ Part I
Please comment & reblog if you enjoy the story ♥
Nervousness knew nothing on Y/N as she once again walked into the busy club like a bull making its impactful move into the Arena, ready to conquer and destroy. She always found power and pride by quenching every single man’s thirst with the delicacy of her moves, her hips swinging side to side in perfect sync with the slow beat of whatever song was playing in the club.
Though her head was already in the game, lips turned into a soft smirk, eyes dusting off the entire room looking for her preys, Y/N couldn’t help but think about Yunho’s words, seconds before she had left the changing rooms: “you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to” - his voice was unnecessarily dramatic, adding much more impact to the ridiculous amount of cash he was handing her as he spoke. His eyes were nothing but apologetic, like a father selling his only child to the richest man in town.
After years of using her body as a money-maker, Y/N had seen everything. Every type of customer she could think of had once been tucked between her thighs, from the shy nerd dragged by a couple of frat boys looking for the perfect instagram story to share, to your typical unfaithful husband or a couple wolves from Wall Street, there was nothing or no one she wasn’t prepared to handle. Still, Yunho’s frown and the way his eyes seemed to be begging for her to cancel her offer to please the man who held her entire career into his fist were all signs of a very unexpected evening to come.
She had her entire performance planned ahead, from the way she walked through the tables, softly grazing her impeccably polished black nails over men’s shoulders, smiling and winking like she was Queen Elizabeth herself waving at her people, Y/N knew she owned the place. While the rest of the girls were fairly popular, they still remained the opening act for the superstar she had become over the years. No matter what happened in the club, she was always the girl men whispered about at the coffee machine the next day, her strawberry lips and the very specific swerve of her hips anchored into their brain forever.
With her perfect figure wrapped into the shortest, lacy négligé, just see-through enough to catch a glimpse of her shimmery cleavage, scattered with her favorite sparkly lotion that made it seems like she had just taken a gold bath, Y/N was perched on the highest pair of heels, the ones that made her legs look infinite while all eyes were glued to the crease where her thick thighs met. This job came with a few risks, turning heads so easily making her feel like she was untouchable, a living goddess amongst the most ordinary people. While she wasn’t that self-centered in the first place, Y/N couldn’t deny just how much she loved being praised and having men begging for more, every night, for the rest of her life. Like a vampire hunting for blood, she needed the attention to thrive and survive.
Finding their table wasn’t a tricky job as she waved to a couple of regular customers, pouting at them and acting coy as she was most definitely claimed for the night. Though there was no signed contract in sight, Y/N just knew she would not bail on her boss anytime soon and while she loved to catch up with her favorite clients throughout the week, tonight’s shift wasn’t exactly one she could plan ahead. For all she knew, she could be at it until the break of Dawn if he was in the mood.
As she got closer to the VIP table, Y/N couldn’t instantly tell who was the big man she was looking for. Out of the three suits and ties she could see from where she was standing, none of them looked threatening enough to hold an entire city in the palm of his hand yet. Closing the distance, she started to figure it out as she finally caught a glimpse of their faces, trying to read through them.
One definitely looked like it was his first time in a place like this, his giddy attitude and wide smile both obvious signs of the typical first-timers, the ones that usually creamed their pants 20 seconds into a lap-dance - her personal favorite. His wide smile was framed with two adorable dimples and his entire face seemed to be made of gum as it moved accordingly with his emotions. With just one look, Y/N could tell he was the youngest, still untamed and absolutely incapable of hiding anything from anyone. His long black hair was tucked into a half-bun with just a single strand falling upon his left eye. Something about him simply dripped with innocence and somehow, Y/N felt the instant urge to protect him.
The tallest one of the three had some typical “big dick energy”, the slit in his eye-brow growing bigger as it rose and his smug attitude almost unbearable. From a single look, she just knew he must have been THE Kim Hongjoong Yunho had warned her about, the confidence of twelve men tightly wrapped in an undersized shirt where the couple buttons he had left seemed to be suffocating against his tight chest. He was the first to notice her, his vicious tongue washing over the smirk grown bigger in the corner of his lips. If anything, he looked like a Hyena ready to feast on a deer, eyes sparkling with mischief, jaw thick as iron and disgustingly gorgeous.
While he was sitting in the middle, the third man seemed to be the quietest, almost out of place, his eyes dusting through the crowd with his arms resting above the couch, stretching his white shirt just enough for Y/N to catch a shy glimpse of some ink over his collarbone, unable to figure out what the tattoo was about just yet. Though his eyes seemed a little dark and foggy from a thousand thoughts, his features were definitely more delicate than his friends’ , his thin pointy nose as the final touch to a perfect side profile. Frowning slightly as he took a sip of whatever liquor he was into, he was also the only one not gaping at her right now, only acknowledging her when she was close enough for him to smell the intoxicating scent of her favorite perfume. From the second their eyes met, Y/N made it her goal to wreck him, only because he wasn’t giving her the attention she quite deserved.
“Hello gorgeous” it was no surprise to have Mr-tough-guy speak first, his calloused fingers already toying with the silky belt of her robe, pretending to pull at it with a playful smirk plastered on his face. It was almost like she could predict his next move, having seen an awful lot of men like him before. If he was in charge of this place, Y/N was definitely safe as hungry wolves like him were the easiest to feed.
Next to him, the young puppy’s excitement seemed to grow twice its size, his thumb grazing his plumb bottom lip as he draped her entire body with his sparkly brown eyes. He was the cutest by far and it took Y/N all the strength she had within herself not to lean forward and peck the adorable mole under his left eye.
Still - the third man remained cruelly unbothered by the events, his eyes briefly traveling down her body, never giving a single hint of an emotion through his stone cold face. Without much more details to work with, Y/N simply assumed he was the infamous right-hand-man Yunho was talking about earlier. The cold, almost sadistic part of that job kind of fitting with the horrendous attitude he was serving so far.
Like the perfectly oiled machine she was, Y/N immediately started her show, stepping on the small, circle stage facing their booth with her hand already tightly wrapped around the center pole. It took her a few spins to forget about the unbothered look on the third man’s face, her pride definitely stroked in all the wrong ways. Luckily, she found the best crowd in his two companions, the youngest already shifting in his seat with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth while the other had made himself comfortable in the booth, the back of his head resting against the couch. She purposely ignored the other guy - soon enough, he wouldn’t be able to look away from her.
She liked to start slow and to flirt with the pole like she would if she had to convince a man to go home with her, her hand briefly stroking it as she walked around it, bending slightly every now and then, just enough for her special crowd to enjoy a first row view over her impeccable rear. Back in the VIP booth, San couldn’t hide his enthusiasm as he shared a couple comments with his friends, his elbow digging so hard into Wooyoung’s ribs he barely managed to cover up a wince. With his hand wrapped around his glass, taping his silver rings over the rim, Hongjoong only decided to focus on the show happening in front of them when San blurted out a filthy comment about how he’d love to “see his hands printed on that ass”. Looking up with real interest for the first time, half-chuckling at his friend’s comment, Hongjoong was a little taken aback when his eyes immediately locked with hers, making it feel like they were left alone in the claustrophobic closeness of a heated room. She had a beautiful face -this he couldn’t deny- her natural beauty shining through the eccentric, sparkly make-up she had to put on every night to fit the part. Her long hair was falling down her back, grazing her naked shoulders as she slipped off her robe and when Hongjoong - like any other man - should have followed its track as it pooled at her feet, gasping at the spectacular amount of bare skin she was finally flashing them, he was actually surprised not to break eye-contact with her. Neither was she.
“F u c k - m e…” Wooyoung’s shaky voice brought him back to reality, along with the strong grip of the youngest man’s hand around his forearm as his jaw seemed to dislocate in perfect sync with the girl’s body as she slid down the pole as slow as possible, only to end up squatting behind it with her legs wide open. She had nothing on but the tiniest, lacy white matching number that failed to hide her most intimate parts. If all three men had managed to remain low-key about their arousal so far, everything went down the pit of hell as soon as she started to grind herself over the pole, giving them a solid peak at what she would actually look like riding them.
When she felt like her crowd was cooked to her very specific standards, Y/N decided to step forward and take it to the next level, leaving her stage behind to walk towards their table with the attitude of Queen marching to her Throne.
Wooyoung welcomed her with an audible gasp as she made him the obvious first choice for a lapdance. Straddling his thick thighs until she was core-pressed against his crotch, Y/N wasted no time grinding all over him, her hips following the heady rhythm of the song playing in the club, her own thighs clenching around him with every beat. It was no surprise to see Wooyoung’s face turn into an absolute, flustering mess with his mouth agape and his eyes half-shut, pupils traveling up and down her body like he was trying to swallow her up entirely. With her palms dancing all over his chest, grazing her nails over his exposed skin where his shirt failed to cover it, Y/N could feel the haunting beating of his heart about to explode right into her palms, loving every second of it.
“Can I kiss you?” Though his words came out as the most innocent request, Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle to herself a little at his unexpected audacity and the way his entire face seemed to beg for a much deeper connection. If they were standing anywhere else and outside of her work place, Y/N wouldn’t even think twice about tasting those beautiful, plump lips until it turned dry, but kissing amongst many other things, wasn’t part of the job.
“Sorry, love, that’s not allowed” she simply stated, her hips still rocketing against his as Wooyoung’s hands found their way along her thighs, squeezing it slightly as a way to release all of the tension building up inside of him. Pouting like a child who’s been told off, the younger man instantly turned to face his friends, disappointment painted all over his gooey eyes.
“C’mon, the kid wants a kiss… Why can’t you be a good girl?” San interrupted, his face tilted to the side with his signature smirk flashing back at her as it took Y/N all the strength in the world to figure out whether she wanted to eat his mouth or shut him up with a strong slap.
“Please…” Wooyoung begged, properly whining this time as his lips turned into the biggest pout, looking directly into her eyes as his thumbs pressed into her hips to make her move again.
“What’s that, baby? Do you need your daddy’s approval?” Although she was obviously teasing the boy, her tongue curling into her cheek in the cockiest way, Y/N could tell she was surrounded by a bunch of massive players, but unlucky for them, she never settled for the easiest road and praised herself for her edging skills.
“He’s not my daddy” Wooyoung complained, whiny as ever.
“Seems like he makes all the big decisions for you, though…” Y/N instantly replied, her eyes traveling between the two men while mentally patting herself in the back for collecting the expected reactions from both of them.
Still, the biggest surprise came from a deep, unexpected chuckle from the third man, breaking the silent treatment he’d been giving her ever since she had walked to their table. Pushing his now empty glass along the table with a simple flick of his finger, Hongjoong decided to pay attention to the scene happening in front of his eyes, waiting for the next act.
“Look who’s got a tongue?” Y/N dared to say out loud, her teasing smile directly aimed at the leader whose true identity was still to be unveiled. A little taken aback, Hongjoong looked up, frowning slightly while San was quicker to reply.
“Watch your mouth, doll, the man’s paying for your rent” the right-hand man simply stated, his fingers reaching for her jaw as he pinched her cheeks together until she locked eyes with him properly.
“Now give the kid a kiss” he added, his tone leaving no space for negotiation as his thumb grazed her bottom lip, making it pop slightly against his skin.
“I thought he was in charge?” Y/N proved herself to be extremely daring once again, her chin pointing towards Hongjoong as she was still struggling to digest the unexpected twist of events. While his cold behavior and lack of interest could have been an obvious hint at the power he actually held, Y/N still swore he had nothing against San when it came to man-handling her.
Without a word, Hongjoong reached for the inside pocket of his suit once again, pulling out another ridiculous batch of rolled-up cash, handing it to the girl while staring into her soul, this time without a smirk.
“Just do as they ask” he coldly stated, watching as she indubitably grabbed the cash with no further word. A simple glimpse at her fistful of money was enough for Y/N to know she was holding a couple months rent worth over doing nothing major yet. Still, she couldn’t bear the frustration of having that one man looking devastatingly unbothered by her behavior. If anything, he looked and acted like she wasn’t even there and, with her pride typically nesting into her specific skills and the intensity of a man’s gaze, Y/N just couldn’t take it without a frown.
Facing Hongjoong, she was left with nothing but an obscene amount of cash to cry over.
Still, professional as ever, Y/N was quick to pull herself together, her entire attention back on the two other men she still had to play with. Pushing her bruised pride aside, she finally decided to please the young man tightly clenched between her thighs, palming his cheeks as she reached towards his face to peck his lips softly. At least, Wooyoung’s attention was entirely on her, his eyes following her every move while their bodies connected together like magnets. He was a soft yet extremely sensual kisser, the tip of his tongue teasing the opening of her lips as he groaned in the cutest way under her touch. He was like a teenager dying to be held, his skin burning with hunger, craving for more as she snaked her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
She could tell his friends’ eyes were all over them, even Hongjoong whose attention was particularly clamped with the way her body seemed to move in perfect sync with Wooyoung’s, watching them melt together with the interest of a man in front of the climax scene of his favorite show. By now, the younger man’s hands were all over her butt, pushing her closer to his crotch, hoping to get some relief from the agony of having her grinding over his hard-on while feasting on his lips.
“Aren’t you a little overdressed for a stripper?” San spoke again, one of his fingers hooked into her lacy thong, pulling at it until it snapped against her skin in the most vicious way.
“This ain’t a private show, Darling” Y/N almost mewed, Wooyoung’s bottom lip still tightly tucked between hers as she made sure he would never forget that kiss.
“Oh really? Should we ask your boyfriend to get us a nice little room prepared?” San smirked, his hand properly palming her backside, spreading her cheeks with a strong squeeze that made her jolt into his friend’s arms.
Confused, Y/N followed San’s eyes all the way through the crowded club, only to catch a glimpse of Yunho standing behind the bar, wiping a few glasses as he took an occasional glimpse at the scene, quite obviously upset.
“He’s not my boyfriend” she stated without a pause.
“That’s not how he made it sound earlier…” Y/N couldn’t tell if San was just messing with her now or actually stating facts as he chuckled into his glass, gulping down whatever was left of his liquor.
“Well he’s not” she frowned, trying her best not to be annoyed at the fact Yunho would even dare to publically claim her when they were nothing but fuck buddies at the very best. “I don’t belong to anyone” she added, bending forwards to grab the right-hand man by the neck and surprise him with a kiss. A little taken aback by her bold move on him, San took a second to kiss her back, both his hands grasping her hips and lifting her up from Wooyoung’s lap to sit her comfortably on top of his like she was nothing but a doll to play with.
While he had been quiet and surprisingly composed so far, Hongjoong found himself thoroughly intrigued by her last move, something within himself instantly sparkling at the way she seemed to react in the wildest way whenever she was provoked. Something familiar he had never seen on anyone else before. For the first time, he was relating to this girl, thinking he would definitely have done the same if anyone dared to make him their propriety.
From afar, Yunho had seen it all happening, his hand grasping at the glass a little too hard, almost breaking it from the anger building inside of him. Having her kissing Wooyoung was one thing as he knew how much she loved to make an impression, but having her straddling a man he hated with all his guts was definitely too much for him to handle. Quick to notice the sudden mood swing in his long-time acquaintance, Hongjoong decided to make his way towards the bar, abandoning his comrades in Y/N’s skilled hands as they were now both sharing her lips like a single dish for two.
“So, what’s her story?” Hongjoong asked with one of his elbows resting upon the bar, staring at the scene while addressing Yunho whose eyes were looking everywhere but directly at the booth where things had gotten heavier with every second passing by.
“Why do you care?” Yunho barely mumbled, trying his best to look busy so he wouldn’t have to cross the man’s threatening eyes as soon as he had answered the wrong way.
“She’s something else…”
“Joong— You can have any girl, literally with just one snap of your fingers… Is this one too much to ask from me?”
“Oh so you ARE in love” Hongjoong chuckled, finally turning to face his old friend as he looked absolutely devastated at the thought of losing whatever crumbs of a relationship he thought he had with Y/N.
“That’s none of your business… I’m just asking for a favor, for old time’s sake”
“You know damn well I don’t do that, Jung” he smirked, his piercing brown eyes turning back to the peep-show happening a few meters away. Y/N was back on Wooyoung’s lap, bending backwards so the top half of her body was resting against the table while both men were tracing kisses all over her stomach and chest.
“You’re just gonna let them have their way with her like that?” Yunho dared to speak again, his chest burning with rage at the simple thought of any of them undressing her entirely.
“They had a tough week, they deserve to wind down a little…” Hongjoong smiled, almost immediately adding “but don’t worry, they’re not gonna fuck her”.
Though he was kind of relieved to hear it from the man in charge, Yunho knew there was more to the story. After years of knowing Kim Hongjoong, he had never seen him quit. Whenever he was on a mission, regardless of the pain or price it would cost, the man would always go all the way and win the battle. Unfortunately for him, today, the price was the girl of his dreams. So when he spoke again, Yunho instantly felt his heart clenching into his chest while his hand inevitably wrapped tightly against the towel he was using to clean a few glasses earlier.
“... But I can’t promise I won’t.”
Walking back to the VIP corner, Hongjoong made his way through the tables only to find his friends still busy pouring shots directly from their mouths to the girl they both had claimed as their distraction for the night.
“Okay guys, let’s split!' Their leader unexpectedly chanted, smacking his hands together like he was gathering an entire class of preschoolers.
“You’re kidding, right?” The puzzled look on San’s face spared him from any further words as he didn’t seem to catch the serious tone behind his friend’s statement.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” he paused, snapping his fingers towards Wooyoung whose cheek was comfortably resting against Y/N’s lace covered breast now, “pay your goodbyes to the lady and move”.
“You’re no fun” Wooyoung shamelessly pouted, clinging onto Y/N’s chest like she was part of his pricest belongings. Still, when Hongjoong failed to smile at his childish attitude, Wooyoung knew better than to try and be a brat about it. After a couple more minutes, he eventually scooted over, freeing the girl from his embrace as she sat on the edge of the table, her heels dramatically pushed into the leather couch as she spared a couple puzzled looks to the three men, purposely frowning at the leader.
“Don’t worry, love, we’ll be back” San cheekily winked at her, his hand brushing her hip one last time as he painfully refreined himself from palming her bum for good measure.
“I ain’t worried” she shrugged, confident as ever as she started to gather the bills scattered all over the table, ready to call it a night. Too busy counting the fruits of her labor, Y/N completely missed the way Hongjoong motioned for his friends to make their exit, leaving him alone with the girl.
Lifting one of her legs up with one hand hooked under her knee to put it above the headrest of the couch as he sat comfortably in front of her, his face directly staring at the tiny, single mole on her inner thigh, Hongjoong took a minute to stare at her every details for the first time that night, his own body inevitably reacting at the sight of her perfectly perky nipples peeking through her bra, probably from being overstimulated by his friends earlier. She didn’t seem to mind being exposed, which obviously made sense for a girl who made a living out of exposing her naked body to strangers every night.
Still, there was something strangely intimate about the way Hongjoong was resting between her legs, his face dangerously close to her most intimate part and merely one breath away from feasting on it.
“Thought you had to bail?” she finally asked, looking down and directly into his eyes.
“Am I bothering you?” he smirked, one of his hands reaching for her thigh, palming it a little too strongly.
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you it was rude to answer a question with another question?”
Definitely taken aback by her audacity, Hongjoong couldn’t help but poke his tongue on the inside of his cheek, trying to come up with a perfect come-back when he would usually never allow anyone to disrespect him like that.
“Father was an asshole” he blurted out, surprisingly unbothered by his unexpected confession as his fingers dug a little deeper into her skin, turning it white.
“Bet he’d be proud to see you’re following his path…” she smiled, tilting her head to the side in a teasing way.
“You should use your mouth more wisely” Hongjoong interrupted her, his free hand reaching for her chin as he pinched her cheeks together to make a pout “otherwise it’s such a waste of your perfect lips…”
His gaze was intense, definitely wilder than any other man she had met before. Something about the way he looked at her made her feel threatened and safe at the same time. While she hadn’t seen him smile much throughout the night, everytime she caught a glimpse of a smirk, Hongjoong looked like a completely different person, like he was lifting up a veil to show his true self.
Lifting himself up from the couch, Hongjoong was now standing in front of her, his face merely an inch away from her, so close they could feel each other’s breath against their skin. Completely silent, Y/N waited until he was done staring, his hand traveling from her thigh to her neck, grazing her breast on his way as he ended up wrapping his fingers around her throat just enough for her to gasp a little.
For a second, Y/N truly felt like he was about to kiss her, his lips brushing against hers as he took a second to himself to truly take her in. Her smell was intoxicating, almost making him dizzy but mostly craving for more and if it wasn’t for his tight schedule and his willpower, Hongjoong just knew he would have fucked her immediately, right on this table without a care for the people surrounding them. It had been a while since he had felt such a thrill and, as long as he could remember, never had a girl provoked that kind of feeling inside of him.
“Good night, princess”
With one last smirk, he was gone, leaving her almost breathless and panting on the table from expecting too much and getting nothing but an unspoken to meet again. As she watched him leave, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little robbed from the endless night she was expecting, already thinking about the many ways she could’ve made his head spin.
Before he escaped the club, Hongjoong met with Yunho again, handing him the exact same amount of cash he had given him earlier and keeping his promise to double it up if the girl was worth it.
“Cancel her entire schedule for the week” Hongjoong bluntly ordered “from now on, no one touches her… That includes you”.
Patting Yunho’s cheek with his palm in the most humiliating way, Hongjoong eventually exited the club, meeting with the boys outside as they were already sharing a cig and heavy comments about their quality time with a dream girl, completely unaware of the fact their leader had just claimed her in the most threatening way.
do y’all intentionally white-code characters or is it just blissful non-BIPOC ignorance?
i’m just gonna keep scrolling right on past ‘em :)), because doing mental gymnastics to insert myself in an xreader ain’t gon’ happen
[edit: i’m not saying you have to be inclusive because i can’t make you do a damn thing. the point is that there’s a lack of diversity among the x reader community. it would be great if you could use different phrases and expressions that include all races/ethnicities. idk why some of y’all struggle to critically think, but i digress.]
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