#[alan]

[alanrickmangifs]

ALAN RICKMAN | Meet the Filmmaker | NYC | 19.06.2015

[cathianemelian]

Chapter 12: Reunion

While testing his new arm, carefully and lovingly crafted by his apprentices, Gustave can't help but think about their living conditions as Borrowers, and wish to give New Lumière a brighter future.

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Chapter 12 is here ! I hope you liked it ! I couldn't manage to finish it sooner, and the next one is probably gonna take me as much time as this one, because of real life stuff. I would really like to have a publishing schedule of one chapter/month, two at best. Thank you again for your enthusiasm and your patience !

[heartshapesandcigarettes]

ALAN BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS | BLOODHOUNDS S2

pairing | Alan x gn!reader

m.list wc | 750 genre |  fluff above, smut beneath

warnings | nsfw part, smut, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!), oral (m.receiving)

sfw

- whether you're at work, school or home — he spams your screen with pop ups that read “check ur phone” if you’re not responding to his calls

➺ three seconds later the text on the pop ups changes to “If you’re not responding within ten seconds, I’m adding pictures.” followed by a timer that starts to count, engulfing your entire screen in huge red letters that run backwards

- gets you the most expensive clothes he can find and will lend you his no matter the worth

- loves his clothes on you cause he’s super tall and that means you’re drowning in his stuff

- asks you to redye his hair every once in a while and even lets you pick the color

- if you’re at his place, whining and brawling in his sheets cause you didn’t get to purchase some limited edition stuff you really wanted, he’ll just stare at you for a while, ask you what it looks like and then swipe through his Ipad for twenty minutes before tossing you a cocky grin "found it."

➺ won’t tell you that he got it until he can hand it to you to see you jump up in excitement

- you need to ask him a question about three times before he manages to pry his eyes off the Ipad screen “Huh?”

- gives in easily cause he avoids confrontation, but he’s still a hothead so there’s minimal banter

- tracks your phone if he can’t reach you

- quickly hurries to close his laptop, click away a tab or change the channel when you come in and he’s watching something -> it’s not porn like you had assumed, no, he’s watching topless men fight each other to death

- fast food til he collapses from a heart attack

・✫・゜・。

You were seated on his lap, your head lazily resting atop his chest, while your eyes were flicking across your phone.

It was already late, the reason you had originally come over long lost in your mind as you absentmindedly felt for the greasy bag that you had been fishing fries out of for the past ten minutes.

Alan nudged you with his shoulder, wordlessly signaling to you to feed him another one as his hands were busy working his keyboard, eyes fixed on his computer screen.

You let out a semi-hearted huff in annoyance, but complied. As you fed your boyfriend the oily sticks, watching as they disappeared further into his mouth with every drag of his tongue, your gaze flicked towards the untouched side salad that you had ordered for balance.

Checking if he was paying you attention, you found him pretty much locked onto his screen so you shifted in his hold, making him adjust his position so you wouldn’t fall off.

With a stretch of your arm, you reached the plastic container, carefully pulling out a carrot stick.

You bit away your grin as you slowly guided the vegetable towards his lips, watching as he parted them and leaned into your fingers, mouth agape before closing his lips around the orange stick.

A giggle slipped past your lips as his face convulsed in something between disgust and surprise. With a flick of his head, he spit the carrot out, eyes snapping towards the sad thing on the floor as he double checked what you had fed him, before resettling his attention back on his screen. “I told you not to do that anymore.”, he mumbled.

“You have to eat something healthy.”

nsfw

- intense make-out sessions on his lap, your tongue always finding its way back to lick over the metal of his lip ring

- sucks on your mouth more than he kisses you — whenever you feel his lips attach to yours, just know he won't stop until you've got permanent lipstick on there (hickeys around your mouth and along your jaw)

- loves the reaction that his lip ring pulls out of you, when he guides the cold metal against your lower lips or over your nipple and watches your whole body shudder with the cold sensation

- “how many?” whenever he’s about to finger you and the second you choose which fingers you want inside, he’s already guiding them to your mouth

- definitely lets his frustration out on you on bad days but makes up for it with intense aftercare

- even rougher sex when he's succeeded in whatever mission he had going on, turning all that excitement into pure lust

- prefers getting looked after, so he’ll let you dom him pretty often — if you promise not to tell anyone

- not a head-pusher, but he’ll rest his hand on the crown of your neck whenever you go down on him, just keeping himself steady

- not necessarily a fan of condoms but any thought of potential pregnancy will send him into a coma

- will ask you to blow him under the table to motivate him to work faster

- likes it messy — multiple rounds cause he wants his load all over you: your stomach to spread the mess, inside to watch it drip down your thighs and push it right back in with his middle finger

➺ will plunge it all the way in and continue to finger fuck you until you’re physically aching from overstimulation

I don’t have a taglist for this — also is Alan Baek's brother?

a/n: this is all canon btw, they just deleted the scenes — the smut is lowkey cut short but there might be a fic following

[bubbydarkstar]

i drew da smiling friends

i want to draw them weirder next time...

[stargrillzz]

FREAKY

pairing: Allen x OC -smut (kinda)-

note: His eyes, his voice, and his virginal computer-boy vibes make him SO HOT. (I have PLEANTY of fics started for a lot of BloodHounds characters, I read all of your requests and I'm doing them ALL! So if u wanna ask for something cuz u have ideas, just send them to me, I just need time!)xoxo

Your stiletto heels echoed sharply against the polished floors, each step cutting through the silence of the oversized apartment. The place was expensive, obviously, but it felt… empty. Too much space, not enough life.

“Baek Jeong,” you called, your voice carrying a hint of irritation as you stopped in front of him, hands smoothing down the sides of your dress as if you could fix your mood along with the fabric. “I don’t like this dress. It looks terrible on me.”

He barely reacted at first, lounging on the sofa like he owned not just the room, but everything inside it. One arm rested lazily over the backrest as his gaze moved over you in that slow, deliberate way of his, taking his time as if there was nowhere else he needed to be.

You were too focused on him, on the way he looked at you and how little urgency he seemed to have about your complaint, to notice the other presence on the couc, at least not until the feeling settled in.

It wasn’t a sound or a movement, but something subtler. A gaze. Heavy, persistent, and very much aware of you. The kind of attention that tried to stay hidden but failed simply because of how intense it was.

Your head tilted slightly, curiosity replacing irritation as you followed the feeling... and that’s when you saw him.

Green hair catching the light, posture just a little too stiff, like he wasn’t sure how to exist comfortably in the same space as you. The moment your eyes met his, your expression shifted almost instantly, frustration melting into something softer, more playful, the corner of your lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

“Hey, Allen,” you greeted, lifting your hand in a light wave, your voice dipping just enough to make the greeting feel more personal than it needed to be.

His reaction was immediate and impossible to miss. He swallowed, his throat moving visibly as his eyes locked onto yours for a brief moment before betraying him, flickering downward in a way that was quick but not quick enough to go unnoticed.

“H—hey,” he replied, his voice quieter than usual, rougher too, as if it had caught somewhere on the way out.

Baek noticed the shift in the room long before anything needed to be said about it.

“Babydoll,” he cut in, his tone smooth and grounded, carrying that quiet possessiveness he never really tried to hide. “That dress looks great on you.”

His hands found your waist with ease, pulling you closer without hesitation, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His grip was firm, fingers pressing into your hips in a way that felt both familiar and intentional, like a reminder meant for more than just you.

“Besides,” he continued, his voice lowering as he leaned in closer, his breath brushing near your ear, “don’t worry about it. I’ll take it off later.”

You let out a soft breath in response, leaning into him just enough to match his tone, allowing yourself to be guided as he pulled you down onto his lap.

“I can’t wait,” you murmured, your lips close enough to his that your words felt shared rather than spoken.

His attention shifted to your neck, warm and unhurried, his lips trailing there in a way that was more claiming than affectionate, and your body reacted naturally, your mouth parting slightly as a quiet sigh slipped past your lips.

But your focus didn’t stay on him.

Instead, your gaze drifted intentionally, deliberately, back to Allen. He hadn’t moved.

If anything, he looked worse than before, like he didn’t know where to look anymore but couldn’t bring himself to look away either. His posture was tense, his hands loosely clenched in his lap, and there was something unmistakable in his expression, something caught between nervousness and something far more dangerous.

You bit your lip lightly as you held his gaze, letting the moment stretch just enough before you lifted your hand and blew him a kiss. The effect was immediate.

His composure faltered, just slightly, but enough for you to see it clearly. His shoulders tensed, his breath hitching in a way he probably hadn’t meant for anyone to notice, and for a second he looked completely unsure of what to do with himself.

“Don’t you think the dress looks good on me, Allen?” you asked, your tone light, almost curious, though your eyes carried something much more deliberate.

Baek didn’t interrupt. If anything, the faint curve of his lips suggested he was aware of exactly what you were doing and had no interest in stopping you.

Allen, on the other hand, seemed caught somewhere between answering and not daring to. His lips parted slightly, like he was about to speak, but nothing came out, his thoughts clearly running faster than he could keep up with.

You let your expression shift into a small pout.

“What? You don’t like it?” you pressed, tilting your head as if genuinely disappointed. “Maybe you need to look more closely.”

Before either of them could respond, you moved.

Sliding off Baek’s lap with unhurried confidence, you closed the distance between you and Allen, each step measured, intentional. When you reached him, you didn’t hesitate. You climbed onto his lap as if it were the most natural decision in the world, positioning yourself comfortably with one leg on either side of him.

Up close, he was even more affected. You could feel it, the tension in his body, the way his breath changed, the subtle tremor he couldn’t quite control.

Your arms settled loosely around his neck, your body close enough that there was no space left for doubt.

“You shouldn’t…” he began quietly, his voice strained, uncertain, his hands hovering awkwardly as if he didn’t know where they were allowed to be.

You leaned in just slightly, your presence steady, overwhelming in the quietest way.

“Don’t worry about it,” you told him softly, your tone calm but carrying a quiet authority. “He asked you what you think of the dress…”

There was a faint edge of complaint in your voice now, like he was the one making things difficult.

“Feel it,” you continued, reaching for his hands and guiding them to your hips yourself. “Then tell me.”

The moment your hands left his, he froze, the contact clearly doing more to him than he knew how to process. His fingers rested there uncertainly at first, as if he expected to be stopped at any second.

“Don’t make me ask you again, baby.”

The word lingered between you, heavier than it should have been.

“It… it looks beautiful on you,” he managed finally, his voice uneven, his eyes struggling to stay focused before settling on yours again. “I love it.”

Baek remained where he was, seemingly occupied with his phone, though the lack of interruption felt more intentional than distracted.

A slow smile spread across your lips.

“I have a lot of things that look better on me than this dress,” you said, your voice lowering slightly as your gaze locked onto his, the air between you tightening in a way that felt impossible to ignore. “Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you?”

You leaned in just enough for your lips to hover dangerously close to his.

“I might need help with the zipper…”

For a brief moment, it felt like the world narrowed down to that single point of contact, like he might actually give in and close the distance.

Then Baek stood.

The movement was sudden enough to break the moment instantly, the shift in energy immediate.

Allen reacted before he could stop himself, flinching slightly, as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t, even though he hadn’t actually done anything at all.

“Enough,” Baek said, his voice firm, cutting cleanly through whatever had been building. “You can blow him later. Right now, I need him on the computer.”

The tension didn’t disappear, but it shifted, settling into something quieter, something unfinished.

You leaned back slowly, taking your time as you pulled away from Allen, your fingers brushing lightly along his jaw in a touch that lingered just a second longer than necessary.

“What a spoilsport,” you whispered, just for him.

And the way he looked at you after that still dazed, still caught somewhere between hesitation and something much deeper, made it clear that whatever had started between you wasn’t going to end there.

-

Hours had slipped by almost unnoticed, the quiet hum of machines filling the apartment in a way that made time feel slower than it really was. Allen hadn’t moved much from his spot in front of the computer, shoulders tense, eyes fixed on the screen as lines of code reflected faintly against his glasses. What should have been routine, something almost second nature to him, had turned into something frustratingly resistant, like every attempt he made only led to another wall.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers still moving quickly across the keyboard, though there was a stiffness to them now that hadn’t been there before.

“Wow.”

Your voice cut through the room so suddenly that he nearly jumped, his head snapping toward the doorway with wide eyes before he even processed who it was. When he saw you leaning casually against the frame, a small smile playing on your lips, the tension in his body didn’t ease, it just shifted into something else entirely.

“Those are fast fingers you have,” you continued, your tone light, teasing in a way that immediately made his focus slip. As you pushed yourself off the doorframe and stepped inside, your heels clicked softly against the floor, slower now, more deliberate than before.

Your gaze drifted around the room, taking in the mess without judgment, the cables, the monitors, the scattered controllers, the empty cans that had been forgotten hours ago.

“You’re such a nerd,” you added with a quiet chuckle, though there was no real bite to it.

Allen swallowed, turning slightly back toward the screen like he could anchor himself there, even as he felt your presence getting closer. The cursor blinked expectantly, but his thoughts weren’t keeping up anymore.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice softer now as you leaned in just enough to glance at the screen, though it was clear your interest wasn’t really in the code.

Before he could answer, before he could even think of a way to respond properly, you moved again.

And this time, you didn’t stop beside him.

You sat on his lap.

The reaction was instant.

His entire body went rigid beneath you, eyes widening as if his brain had simply refused to process what had just happened. The chair shifted slightly with the added weight, but he didn’t dare move, didn’t dare react too quickly in case he did something wrong.

Not that he wanted you to move.

Not even a little.

His hands stayed exactly where they were, gripping the armrests like they were the only safe place left for them, his breath catching before settling into something faster, uneven.

“I—um…” He struggled to find his voice, his thoughts stumbling over each other. “I’m trying to create a virus so I can break into the police database…”

The words came out rushed, slightly shaky, like he was forcing himself to focus on something (anything) that wasn’t the fact that you were sitting on him.

You shifted slightly, turning sideways in his lap as if getting comfortable, one arm draping over his shoulders with an ease that only made everything worse for him. The closeness was overwhelming in the quietest way, your presence impossible to ignore as you leaned just a little closr.

“And why are you having so much trouble?” you asked, your tone curious, but still threaded with that same teasing warmth. “You’ve done this thousands of times.”

It was a fair question.

Allen was good, incredibly talented at what he did. This kind of task should have been done hours ago.

“Something changed,” he admitted after a second, forcing himself to look back at the screen, though his focus kept slipping. “Maybe they realized someone was getting in and tightened security… I don’t know. It’s just—” He exhaled, frustrated. “It’s taking longer than it should.”

The tension in his voice was real, but it didn’t quite hide the nerves underneath.

“Oh, you poor thing,” you murmured softly, your hand lifting to his face, your touch light but deliberate as your fingers brushed along his cheek.

The contact made him pause completely.

“Maybe you just need to relax a little.”

Before he could react, you took his hands, gently but firmly guiding them away from the armrests, placing them against your hips instead. The movement was slow, intentional, giving him just enough time to realize what was happening without giving him the chance to stop it.

His breath caught sharply.

For a moment, he didn’t move at all, like his body had forgotten how to function under your touch. Then his fingers flexed slightly, hesitant, uncertain, but not pulling away.

His eyes flickered, unsure where to settle, his tongue brushing absently against his piercing in a nervous habit he didn’t seem to notice himself.

“I—I can’t,” he said quietly, his voice lower now, strained in a different way. “I have to finish this before Baek gets back or—”

You didn’t let him finish.

“Then keep working,” you whispered, leaning closer, your voice brushing near his mouth, close enough to make the space between you feel almost nonexistent. “I’ll help you relax.”

The words lingered there, soft but loaded, settling into him in a way that made it even harder to think clearly.

“You shouldn’t…” he tried again, though there was less conviction in it this time, more uncertainty than refusal.

You smiled faintly, your gaze steady on his.

“We shouldn’t be doing a lot of things, Allen,” you murmured, your tone quieter now, almost thoughtful, but there was something underneath it, something that made it impossible to mistake your meaning. “But right now going down on my knees and suck your dick feels perfect.”

The green-haired man's heart finally stopped completely; it all seemed like a joke orchestrated to make him look ridiculous. How could a woman of your caliber be coming on to him like that? What did you see in him?

"I can't keep pretending I don't get wet every time I see you, Allen, that I don't imagine those quick fingers inside me, and how much it turns me on that you're such a freak and a loser." He should feel offended, she knew it, but how could he? He was analyzing her lips, no longer trying to hide it. His eyes were roaming over your body on top of him, something igniting within him, and all his fear disappearing completely, forgotten. This time, unconsciously, his hands squeezed your legs, making you smile slightly. "Can I kiss you?" he whispered.

"You can fuck me right here if you want," you replied, looking him straight in the eyes. You couldn't hold back any longer and lunged at his lips, intertwining them in perfect sync. It was a wet, noisy, sensual, and intense kiss. You were devouring each other. Allen didn't have much experience, and while you noticed it, somehow that only fueled your desire. Your hands circled his neck and your hips began to rub slowly against him. You both broke apart, breathless. "Can I please suck your cock? Please, baby," you begged breathlessly, continuing to rub against him, growing more and more desperate. He, speechless, simply nodded rapidly, breathless, too weak to speak aloud. All of this intensified as he watched you slowly lower yourself from him and kneel under the desk between his legs, your gaze locked on his eyes. A small, mischievous smile spread across your lips, and you bit your lip as if you wanted to provoke him even more.

"Get back to work, Allen," you say, "and enjoy it." Your hands lightly trace his pants, reaching the button and undoing it without a second thought. Allen had returned to his computer, but he seemed to be typing automatically; he couldn't connect two neurons while you were kneeling before him, begging him to touch him.

But everything went to hell when he felt it: your juicy lips kissing the tip, your tongue tracing its length, and your hands helping you find those places your mouth couldn't reach.

-

P2? I haven’t written actual smt in a long time....want me to try?

Also, I'll be posting more fics for different characters of BloodHounds, I hope u like them!

[atinyzzz143]

PROBLEM SOLVER - alan

⋄ pairings: alan x fem!reader

⋄ genre/ trope: boyfriend x girlfriend, hacker, power imbalance, dark romance (?) and crime setting

⋄ wc: 1.6k

⋄ synopsis: his boss calls you because something is wrong with your boyfriend at late night and in doing so you help him overcome his problem by something special until…

⋄ warnings: MDNI, smut(?) only fingering, biting, kissing, make out, choking, crying, reader calling him baby, threatening to violence such as killing or hurting, mentions of sex/suggestiveness, fingering, getting caught, semi public, spit stuff and let me know if I missed anything else

It was 12:17 am, and you had gotten a call from Im Baek Jeong. You were at your place and were about to go to bed after an exhausting day, but then your phone rang, and Alan’s annoying boss, Baek Jeong, called you. You didn’t want to pick it up because even his voice was irritating, but for the sake of your boyfriend, you did because who knows what would happen if you didn’t.

You were on the call now as he spoke with a monotone, “If you don’t want your boyfriend to go insane and me possibly putting a bullet through his head, I would suggest you get your ass here. Soon.” Then he just hung up. You knew he was just bluffing; he could never actually kill Alan. He was necessary and too important, but they could hurt him, so you hurried to get ready. You put on an all-cherry red outfit. Baggy sweatpants, a lacy tank top, a zip-up jacket that you left half open, and some jewellery.  ⋄

You were now outside their apartment, where Alan was most of the time. You were about to hit the doorbell, but the door opened up before that, and there stood 2 massive bodyguards, one who was bald and another with a beard. One of them grabbed your wrists and pulled you inside, and you looked back at that one with a scowl on your face. You cursed under your breath. Was that really necessary?

Just when you brought your attention back to where you were, you saw In Beom and Baek Jeong, who were sitting on the coaches, seeming a little annoyed or pissed off. You walked towards them and asked them without actually properly greeting them because who gives a shit.

“Where’s he?” You asked about Alan. 

Baek Jeong glanced up at you, and In Beom also looked at you, but he was staring at your breasts. You immediately felt uncomfortable but ignored that because it wasn’t important right now. Baek Jeong didn’t even say anything, except he called over a guard who stood a few meters away from you and signalled him something. Then the guard came over and slightly shoved you to walk, and so you followed. 

Both of you stood outside Alan’s room, and after he opened the door for you, he left in a hurry. You walked in and saw him, and you instantly felt relaxed and relieved. He didn’t look like he was hurt, physically at least. 

You came closer to him, and he still hadn’t noticed your presence because he looked too busy on his computers and other electronic shit you never quite understood.

He was typing random stuff on it very fast, too fast, and your mind went somewhere else. His fingers could be used somewhere better than that stupid computer, but you shook yourself out of your thoughts and stared at him till he would notice you. He was still typing away, his veins that were bulging out of his temples, sweat plastered on his forehead as he grabbed a Dr Pepper soft drink from his side, and with ease, he popped it open with his middle fingers and chugged like half of it down with ease as his adams apple moved. You gulped. 

You hooked your fingers over his headphones and pulled them off. “Fu-,” he groaned, clearly annoyed, but stopped, and his face softened as he saw you. “What are you doing here?!” He looked concerned and grabbed you closer to him as he started scanning you for any injuries, and when he found none, he looked back at you. 

“What happened?” You asked him as you grabbed both of his hands and pulled him out of his chair, leading him to sit on the bed behind both of you. “Your boss told me that you were quite literally losing your shit and if you or I didn’t sort out your emotions, he would kill you.” 

Alan scoffed at that, “Crashing out! Me?! Please no, I’m fine.” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “I think you are a baby.” You glided your arms over his frame, starting from his shoulders as you massaged them. “Ugh, fine, I’ll tell you,” he looked down and then back up, “I was supposed to hack into this foreign guy's account because he fled with the money he took from us, but I can’t, and I have been trying for so long. Baek Jeong is getting mad at me, and I’m frustrated at myself.”

He pushed your arms that were on him back to your sides, and he put his arms on you and planted his face on your chest. Specifically, between your breasts. “How much?” You asked as you caressed his damaged hair, which he refused to cut. He sighed and lifted his head up so he could see you. “45billion won.” Then, he went back in between your boobs and rested his face there and pulled both of you down onto the bed so you were lying flat as he was still attached to you. 

You forcefully distanced yourself from him so you could see his eyes. You forgot this, but the memory of how you fell for him was because you were pulled in by his eyes. They were unique and asymmetrical, and you swear that made him so much hotter. 

You thought for a second as you were still staring at each other, “How about I help you?” you asked as you got up, while still maintaining eye contact, and lifted yourself and sat down on him while he still lay. Before you could even continue, Alan pulled you back down on top of him and completely switched you around, so now he was on top of you as he pinned one of your hands above you with one of his hands, and the other was wrapped around your throat. You could feel his metal rings on your skin, and a whimper escaped your lips without him even fully trying. 

He attacked your lips, and you melted straight away. His lip ring just adds more to the kiss. He bit my lips soon after making way for his tongue to slip into my mouth, as he sucked on my tongue, which let out a moan from me. As we parted for air, a string of saliva was still connected to us. Alan then went down towards my neck as he let go of the hand that was choking me mere seconds ago. 

Alan’s teeth bit into my neck and collarbones as he sucked harder by the second on my sensitive skin, which was definitely going to leave a mark tomorrow. His hands then went all over my body as if I would disappear into thin air. 

He took off my zipper jacket and my tank top as well as my pants, leaving me in just my panties. “Would you look at that,” he spoke with a smirk, “no bra?” “Care to explain?” 

“I was worried about you and rushe-,” but you got cut off. “I don’t mind it actually.” He smiled while having a crazy look in his eyes. 

He then yanked your panties off you, chucking them away far in a corner. His fingers found their way to your slick folds, and he inserted his fingers inside of you without a warning. He thrusted inside of your pussy with his digits, making you see stars, and his rings just added more fuel to it. 

“You think you can fix this?” He looked at you with eyes wide open as he kept fingering you. All you could do was nod because you were too overstimulated, and thankfully Alan understood. “Then I expect that after this, I’ll be able to solve my problem on that computer.” He sped up his pace, “If it still doesn’t work after this, then you will be to blame.” Understood?!” You nodded as he shouted at you.

You knew he didn’t actually mean any of this, but you still let out a few tears from his words and fingers.

Just as you were about to come undone on his fingers, the door flung open, revealing fucking Baek Jeong. 

Alan quickly pulled his fingers out from you, and you frowned slightly from the loss of warmth and contact, but quickly came back to your senses as you understood the situation, as Alan quickly hid you behind him while covering you in a blanket from Baek Jeong. 

“Stop wasting your time and fix that shit. Got damit!” Baek Jeong shouted while he also stood there slightly caught off guard. 

“If you want me to fix it,” Alan lifted his fingers up to his mouth as he sucked your juices from his fingers all while looking at Baek Jeong mockingly, “then please leave.” “You said you called her over and threatened her to calm me down so I could focus, right?” “Then let her help me.” 

Baek Jeong looked so offended at that and just stood there raging, thinking of saying something, but nothing came out of his mouth, and he quickly but loudly shut the door. 

Alan turned around to you and took off the blanket that was covering your frame. “Let’s continue,” his eye twitched, “hmm?”  

a/n: thanks for reading this, feedback is much appreciated since I’m a new writer as I have been starting to write for ateez and stray kids which are K-pop groups just about a month ago and know I had to write for Alan because he is a meal. Unfortunately I won’t take requests for any other characters but if you have any requests for Alan please send so and look out for more Alan fics since I’ll be making more for sure!

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ Romeo and Juliet

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★ pairing : allen (엘린) x gn!reader ft. woojin, gunwoo, taeyeong, baekjeong ☆ genre : romance, angst, suggestive ★ warnings : SLIGHT BLOODHOUNDS SPOILERS (not much here is canon), swearing (fuck, damn, shit, etc), guilt, mentions of food, starts off as a friends-with-benefits situation, betrayal, reader smokes cigarettes, kissing / making out, mentions of death, mentions of crying ☆ word count : 1.8k ★ recommended age rating : 15+ ☆ a.n : requested by @l-0-tje ★

3 missed calls 4:28 pm incoming call

“you should answer that.” gunwoo spoke up from his seat, his fingers pausing on taeyeongs' laptop's keys. “taking down ikfc is more important right now. don't worry about it.”

incoming call

“just answer it. it seems urgent.” your phone vibrated in your hand, mirroring the buzzing of contemplation in your head. “okay, just.. excuse me.”

you stepped outside, thinking before finally calling back his phone with a few taps, and allen answered immediately. “where the fuck are you?”

you didn't answer, lighting a cigarette while holding the phone with your shoulder and cheek. “a friends. why?” allen scoffed audibly, not buying your lie. “i can see everything you're doing on that fuckass laptop.”

it's quiet on your side besides the soft sound of you taking puffs. “tell me why the hell you're at gunwoo's, and then tell me why the hell i had to find out by hacking your laptop.”

“they found out about ikfc, allen. ” you sighed. he leaned back in his chair at that, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “no shit, tell me how.”

“i can't,” you took a drag. “they just started trusting me.” he chuckles, his voice getting rougher. “you can't avoid me forever.”

“i know. when i have the time, we can talk.” you leaned back against the cold wall, closing your eyes in exhaustion. “about?” he asked a bit more softly.

“us. defining what we are. sounds nice?” you whispered into the phone, letting a bit of vulnerability through. “okay. fine.” he lets out a soft laugh on the other end, nodding as if you're there. “good.”

“you know, if you turn on me for your little side bastards .. i'm gonna get really pissed. might even send someone after you.” you let out a scoff, taking another drag. “why would i turn on you? i know what you can do.”

he shrugs, running a hand through his dyed hair. “you've just been with them a lot; hong and kim.” you finally laugh quietly. “are you fuckin' jealous?”

“correction: possessive. being jealous is for obsessive little shits.” you hum sarcastically. “whatever it is, it's cute.”

the door to taeyeong's apartment building opens, revealing gunwoo. “someone sent taeyeong's laptop a virus.” he panted out. allen chuckles under his breath. “go check on them, i'll be right in.”

gunwoo gives you a firm nod, closing the door behind him. “you sent them a virus?” you sighed, used to his tactics. “mm, well, consider it a favor.” he mutters. “without that virus, they'd find out about ikfc. and if they found that out? i'd be dead.”

you hum in agreement. “okay, well, i have to go before they get suspicious of me.” he sighs deeply, frowning. “fine, but come visit me later. you never stop by.” you took one more hit before stomping out the cigarette. “fine, you fucker.” you huff, hanging up the phone.

you opened the door to his spot, walking in casually; as you have seemingly a thousand times before. his gaming chair spinned around quick, revealing a dumb smile. “hey.”

you flopped onto his couch, letting out a long dramatic sigh. “don't pass out on me now, you promised we'd talk.” his grin didn't fade, you only groaned at the thought of the effort of talking.

“okay fine. talk, metalface.” he let out an audible laugh at that, shaking his head. allen stood up and walked over to you, sitting on the next couch to your head. “that's a new one.”

all3n's smile slowly faded, contemplating how to say and word his thoughts. “so first, what are we to you?” you swung your legs off of the arm of his couch, sitting up now. “i don't know.”

“what do i mean to you then?” silence followed for a few moments, then another sigh from you. “a lot. too much. like i'd cry if you died.”

“you would? how kind.” he laughs softly. “don't make a big deal out of it, dumbass.” you leaned forward, resting your arms on your knees. “i'm definitely making a big deal out of it. you never cry.”

“okay, you know what? if i .. open up for a second, will you shut up and listen?” allen nods immediately. “yeah, yeah of course.” you let out once another sigh, lighting another cigarette.

you finally opened up, and allen was giddy the entire time. he knew you had trouble trusting, so the fact that you trusted him out of all people? fuck, he could almost cry. almost.

“so .. what do you want us to be then?” you asked awkwardly, feelings definitely weren't your strong suit. “i want you to be mine. not kim gunwoos, not hong woojins, not anyone elses. mine.”

he grinned, turning his body towards you and folding a leg under him. “hows that sound?” you only hummed in thought. “sounds like jealousy, but ..” you contemplated, staring up at the roof and taking a long hit of your cigarette. “fine, let's give it a shot.”

“so you're mine now?” he said skeptically, raising an eyebrow. he looked you in the eye, even if you didn't look at him back. “yes, allen. we're dating.” you said irritabily. “so then, i can kiss you .. right?”

silence, he wonders if he's overstepped. “fine. make it quick.” allen immediately pulled you in, pressing his lips against yours firmly. he lets out a small chuckle against your mouth. “fuck, you tastes like cigarettes, gross.”

you scoff, crashing onto him again. truth is he fucking loved your taste — cigarettes, hint of mint, something sweet. “your lip ring is getting in the way.” you whisper, biting his lip softly.

allen only smirks. “deal with it.” you huffed, tugged at the metal in his lip. “you're so fucking annoying, allen.” he chuckles again, diving in to taste you again, his fingers tangling in your hair. “and you're so hot.”

he pushed you back on the couch, straddling you carelessly. his tongue pokes at your lips twice as a warning, then pushes in without warning. he lets out a low groan when you bite down gently.

you roll over, straddling him instead. “i'm in control. got it?” your hand presses his chest, pushing him back with little effort. “you're so lucky you're cute, otherwise you'd just be the computer guy.” he chuckles at that, letting you push him back.

the door to taeyeong's apartment opens with a quiet creak, closing with a soft click as you sneak back in. “hey, 's that you?” gunwoo speaks up from the kitchen. “yeah. yeah it's me.”

“where were you? we were starting to get worried.” you kicked off your shoes, seating yourself on one of the barstools. “just visiting an old friend.” gunwoo hummed in response, leaning on the island in the middle of the kitchen. “i know it's late, but are you hungry?”

“mm, i guess so. what's on the menu?” you sighed, leaning forward on the island too and meeting his gaze. “i can make ramen real fast. i'm sure taeyeong won't mind.” you nodded firmly, giving him a trusting smile.

“cool. i'll make it right now.” he smiled back at you, turning around to start preparing to make ramen for the both of you. your phone vibrated in your pocket, and taking it out revealed allen's name.

stupid computer guy 🙄: don't get too close to that kim guy, he still needs to fight im baekjeong. he'll lose. so don't get attached. 12:59 am

with a disappearing smile and a soft sigh, your mind drifted to the possibility of losing this newly befriended boxer. truth is you were starting to get attached, starting to enjoy having others around.

“everything okay?” your eyes snapped up to gunwoos, a small, deceptive smile formed on your face. “yeah. fine. don't worry.” he smiled with you, nodding firmly and continuing his preparation of ramen at six in the morning.

you knew baekjeong was strong, but you were praying that gunwoo was stronger. after all, you had no choice but to join the ikfc. his threats and professional bluffing got to you, especially since you knew they were just warnings.

“actually, i'm just gonna get some rest.” you spoke up suddenly, a few waves of guilt washing over you. “save some for me, i'll eat later.” gunwoo tried to stop you, just to be met with a slamming door.

you rushed into the room taeyeong let you use, sighing deeply at the thought of betraying gunwoo, woojin, everyones trust you've earned. it made you sick. you laid down on the bed, burying your face into the pillows like it'd stop the feeling in your chest.

earning someones trust, pretending to take down exactly the people that you're working with — pretending to take down your boyfriend, getting those trusting people killed, all because of you. it's so goddamn twisted.

“fuck.” you groaned in annoyance. the thought of them finding out, you couldn't handle it. the disappointment that would be in mr. ims eyes, the lectures and yelling that would follow if you fucked this up weighed heavy on your mind.

two knocks on your door after seemingly hours, the door opened slowly, woojin and gunwoo on the other side. “can we talk to you?” you sat up and nodded, running a hand through your hair.

they both took a seat on the edge of the bed taeyeong lended you, a serious expression on their faces. “there's no way to say this lightly ..” woojin whispers. “we know about you. about .. everything.”

you sighed, reaching for the pack of cigarettes and the lighter on the nightstand. “we're not mad, we just want to know why.” you held the cigarette up to your lips, setting the other end on fire and taking a long hit. “how'd you find out?”

“taeyeong hacked an ikfc members' computer.” gunwoo spoke quietly, watching you smoke. “allen.” you muttered, sighed, put out the cigarette, and leaned forward to meet the two gazes staring at you. “so you want to know how, why, and where, huh?” the two boys nodded a quick 'yes' at your question.

with a sharp exhale — almost a scoff, you nodded. “fine. but,” you added quickly, pointing a finger at them. “you are not to beat up the computer guy with dyed hair. understood?” woojin looked at gunwoo, then they both looked back at you. “okay.”

“who's the computer guy?” hong asked bluntly, earning himself an annoyed glare from you. “allen. you're not to hit allen.” you laid back on the bed, thinking of what to say next. “aren't you gonna turn me in to the cops?”

gunwoo shook his head, meeting your gaze after a long period of silence. “no, im baekjin put you up to this, right? it's not your fault.” you nodded, feeling slightly relieved that you wouldn't have to spend the rest of your life behind bars.

“i need to go visit someone, i'll be back later.” you stood up suddenly. “wait, but —” you didn't stop walking, closing the bedroom door behind you and leaving the two boxers in the darkness of the empty bedroom.

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