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.
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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.
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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!
