Geum Song Je X Reader | MDNI 18 +
Smut, Dark Themes, Red flag (obviously, its Seong Je)
Reader used to be Na Baek Jin's girl. Now he's dead. But fortunately for her Geum Seong Je is taking up his abandoned responsibilities. Including you.
idk what else.
Part 2 is here | Part 3 is here
The end of Na Baek Jin would have always spelled doom for you.
Once upon a time, you had hoped that you’d have the opportunity to go back to a better life – your previous life – but that was just a pipe dream. Your previous life held a previous girl. One that didn’t exist anymore.
It had been a cold, wet day that you’d caught the eye of the young delinquent. Not particularly good at school or at sport, best at keeping your head down and managing your own affairs, he’d caught you trying to scurry past him and his gang that evening, after you’d finished up cram school; your head bowed, trying in vain to fend off the worsening drizzle. He – recognising the uniform – signalled one of his underlings to bring you to him.
Worried that he would beat you up, you had stammered out a “P-please I just want to go home. I have no money.”
The statement made the guys around you laugh.
“Money?” Na Baek Jin had asked. This upper lip twisted into a cruel smile that would send shivers down your spine. “I have—” He stopped mid way. Thought for a moment and then started again. “Well, if you can’t give me money, then I think it’s best you give me your company.” He held your chin in his hand, lifting your head blowing gently into your face.
After that, Na Baek Jin kept you by his side. He helped you with school work, resulting in your grades getting better. You left the cram school and spent every evening with him. But when it wasn’t school work – there were other things…
Baek Jin always treated you with a gentle hand. You had seen how badly those fingers could hurt and yet, they knew the other too. Soft lingering touches at your waist. Burning trails left on your sin that remained long after the two of you had parted for the day. And worst of all, a need for him that, somehow, would never be satisfied.
For Baek Jin, pleasuring you was as much of a delight as his math solutions. He’d work you for hours, slowly pumping his fingers in and out – deliberate drawn out movements – till you were no more than a dripping wet mess. Your sweet begging, calling out his name, tears dampening your lashes – it never failed to spur him on. His cold calculated moves stood out in contrast to your scorching body; leaving you gasping when he suddenly died…
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Na Baek Jin was gone. The Union was in disarray, and the two boys, once his closest stooges, were laughing with no care for who might see.
Geum Seong Je entered the funeral room alone. Everyone else had already left, even Baku, dragged away by his friends – who tried to comfort your weeping figure but quickly gave up seeing your lack of response. Seong Je called out to your hunched over form, and kneeled down to meet your eye. You didn’t look up.
He placed a finger under your chin, lifting your head to his. His thumb brushed against your lower lip. Such a gentle touch, so much like Baek Jin. He wasn't wearing his glasses and you could see the little mole under his eye clearly.
“You’re not alone.”
You nodded your head.
“I’ll be taking over the Union. And I’m taking you with me. I know Baek Jin would have wanted the same.”
Something about the certainty in the tone of his voice made you wonder if he had orchestrated the whole thing. The fight with Eunjang, the heightening pressure. A thought crossed your mind. What if he had done it all to make sure he got that coveted spot at the top…
Seong Je lifted you off the cold floor with ease. You were carried out in his arms while wide eyed glances were ignored. The bright fluorescent lighting hurt your eyes and he encouraged your head to seek refuge in the crook of his neck. He smelled sweet. Sweat, men's deodorant, and an undercurrent of iron. You took a deep shuddering breath.
“Where are you taking me? Seong Je?”
“Home.”
The cab driver waiting outside barely spared you a second glance. Perhaps visions like this were commonplace at the exits of funeral homes. The man wouldn’t have stopped to wonder whose funeral you had been attending. Perhaps he thought Seong Je was a kind friend, or an elder brother. Someone with thoughts that were pure and wholesome. But the iron grip on your wrist as he pulled you into the makeshift bed at Daesung Motorcycles spoke differently. His chest was hot.
Hotter than Baek Jin.
Immediately you felt a pang of guilt and pulled yourself away. Seong Je’s eyes bore into you watching you fight him.
“Tsk — what, what is it? Not soft enough? Need more pillows?”
You shook your head. “Seong Je… I love Baek Jin. I– I–”
He clicked his tongue again. “Whatever you need darling. I’ve waited this long. I can wait a little more.”
You felt your heart pounding against your rib cage. “What do you mean, you’ve waited? You know I was with Baek Jin. Did you know he would die? Did you– did you–”
The man cut you off with a searing kiss. The shackle on your wrist tightened. You gasped for air but he climbed on top of you with ease. Suddenly you were all too aware of how short your skirt was, and how easy it would be for a person like him to pull off your underwear.
“Baek Jin—”
“Stop!” The sharp order overpowered your whimpers. “He’s dead! He’s not here anymore… I am.” His voice was so steady, almost reinforcing the idea in your head about the manner of your lover's death. But underneath it all you knew, there was more to it than what was visible.
Seong Je smirked and got up. "I'm not going to force you. You're gonna want me. You're gonna crave me. You're gonna beg for me." He cocked his head to the side. Almost adorably. "That'll be so much more fun."
Your eyes followed his figure as he walked to the doorway to the adjoining warehouse, and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself. “Why?”
He half turned. The lights from the street painted him in dark gold. “I’ve always imagined what you’d sound like.”
You lifted yourself off the mattress, shooting him a quizzical look.
“What you’d sound like, moaning my name.”
He left the room, you heard the click of the lock.
Sleep came to you easily, but it wasn’t restful. Your night was plagued with visions of Baek Jin’s body, lying beaten and bloodied. Alone. His black eyes seemed to be asking you for something. Help? An explanation? Revenge? You couldn’t tell…
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Part 2 is here | Part 3 is here
Na Baek Jin x Reader
Warnings for: Smut, degradation, rough sex, dacryphillia
“I need you to fuck me.”
Baek Jin looked up from his work, dark eyes narrowed in on you. He watched your face, looking for an explanation but not having got one, turned his attention back to his work.
“Baek Jin -aaaa” you whined. You knew he hated that. It would, without fail, grind his gears.
But there he sat, at his desk. Ignoring you. Poor you, rolling around on his bed alone.
You hmphed and fluffed the pillows together to prop yourself up. The smell from the bedclothes was familiar, comforting.
Sweet musk filled your senses as you sank back into the pillows. It was the same scent you'd get when hugging Na Baek Jin – rare moments he'd envelop you in his arms and you could bury your face in his broad chest.
You unbuttoned your jeans and slipped your hand under the waistband of your panties,taking matters into your own hands.
You could feel the prickly shaved hairs as the pads of your fingers brushed over your mound. You wished it was Baek Jin.
Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to imagine the man at the desk, leaving behind his books and studying you instead. His tongue running over your skin, leaving small licks wherever he could reach.
A small sigh escaped your lips. You shifted your fingers to bracket your clit – gentle continuous movements to start with.
In your fantasy Baek Jin had shifted to something higher. He was palming your breast while also playing with your pussy. He licked his lips watching your every move; seeing how you react to him. A glimmer in his eyes, almost like pride.
You reached one hand up, and cupped your breast. Your fingers found your nipple and squeezed gently. The feeling was delicious.
Na Baek Jin of your fantasies had dipped his head. His lips wrapped around the swollen bud of your nipple. He sucked on one, the other received the attention of his fingers.
The steady rhythm you had established on your clit was slowly starting to speed up. Your breath quickened. So did your fingers. You could feel your pussy juices dripping out, dampening the fabric of your panties.
You visualised Na Baek Jin, kneeling in front of you. The look on his face was cold and impassive – to an outsider though. Not to you. You knew how the unusually black eyes were darkened by lust.
And a need for you.
He lined up his cock with the entrance of your open cunt, rubbing the tip against your skin. Your abundant slick coated the head, making it glisten.
Your fingers were blurring now. Desperate to cum, you bucked your hips into your hand. The faster the better. You rubbed furiously.
Na Baek Jin bent low to kiss you. His hot lips against yours, you gasped moaning his name and felt a sudden slap!
Your eyes snapped open. The real Na Baek Jin stood in front of you. He looked furious. You could see the vein threatening to pop in his head as he grinded his teeth.
Baek Jin captured your hands in his, shattering your imminent orgasm.
“Baek Jin!” You exclaimed.
The sting of the slap still radiated pain down your cheek.
Baek Jin sat on the bed. His arm placed over you, locked you in place.
“You whiny little brat.” He sneered. “What is it? You can't go two minutes without needing to be fucked? Huh? Need me so badly that you'll cry and whine for me and not let me finish my work? Fucking baby…”
Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes from the infantilising mocking.
Baek Jin reached down, and unzipped his pants, pulling out his semi-hard cock.
“Look at you. All teary eyed and pathetic. I love it when you cry for me.” The grin on his face was nowhere near comforting. “This is what you wanted didn’t you. Trying to rile me up like that.”
He kissed the corner of your eye, tasting the salt of your tears.
He leaned over pulling your pants off. With a swift move he ripped your blouse. Buttons scattering everywhere. He pinned you down with his body weight, caging you in his embrace, before leaving a little kiss in the space between your breasts.
“I love making you cry…” he pushed his cock into you slowly.
“You look so pretty when you cry…” His hand cupped your cheek. You held your breath, waiting for the storm.
“Do it more.”
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Dark Themes, Red flag (obviously, its Seong Je), violence, sex, rough, manipulation.
The final part of the Possession series.
Seong Je whisks you away from your demise and you find new reason to live. It's time to tame the wolf.
Part 1 is here | Part 2 is here
The driver of the taxi looked at you with a mild worry that was quickly lost when Seong Je shoved a wad of cash in his face and barked out an address; the only concern he had now was for himself and getting out of whatever situation this was, as quickly as possible. You lay slumped over in the backseat – Seong Je beside you – tears streaming down your face with no sign of stopping.
Seong Je said nothing.
You were aware of his eyes on you. They raked over your broken form, taking in the details, only stopping at your sullen face. If you had looked at him, you’d have noticed his smirk. Dark, and desirous, his eyes gave off the look of a crazed man while his mind raced.
You, you punched Eunjang’s great White Mamba. The tiny thing he’d been keeping in his control for so many days did that. Nothing was more interesting. He felt completely vindicated in his decision to keep you by him now.
The ride wasn’t long. The streets blurred past as you reached your destination where Seong Je carried you out in his arms, resting your head on his chest. The scene took you back to the day of Baek Jin’s funeral. The way he held you – just as he did now, close to his chest in this warm captivity. His reserved touch that you could tell held back the hunger for more. Carrying you away from the man you loved.
That day, he’d laid you down as if you were made of glass, and then promised to wait for you no matter how long it took…
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You didn’t know where you were. A grey apartment building stood tall in front of you. The only flash of colour came from a bunch of half peeling notices and posters stuck haphazardly on the outside of the door.
The lift took the two of you all the way up to the 7th floor where Seong Je stepped out and carried you out to a unit which he punched in the code for with a practised ease.
He hadn’t spoken yet. Part of him was angry that you gave his boys the slip – a logical reaction to your disobedience, but he couldn’t help being ecstatic about the events that unfolded after.
The thrill he’d feel when he’d face an opponent thrummed just under the surface, only this time there had been no fight. Rather, he’d come to your rescue, pulling you away from an altercation.
Seong Je pushed the door open. The house was dark and mostly bare. There was a small sofa to the right, upon entry. This was flanked by two plush couches on the sides and a dark TV screen reflected the little diffused light coming from outside. In the centre was a coffee table covered in old magazines and papers. An ash-tray that was long overdue a cleaning spilled its sooty contents onto the glass tabletop in the centre. Seong Je let you down on the sofa and sat beside you, reaching over you to turn on a lamp on your side. The dim yellowish glow washed his face in warm light.
He finally spoke, “If you wanted to go to see Si-eun so badly, all you had to do was ask, jagiya. I’d have taken you.”
The tips of your ears burned and Seong Je sounded like he was underwater. You glared at him. “Why didn’t you let me fuck him up?”
He ignored the question, continuing in the same careful tone one uses with a hurt child. “You aren’t the only one who misses him, jagiya. His ledgers, his accounts, it's fucking tough doing all that shit. He was the nerd. I'm not into that shit. It’s like he wrote a different language…”
He moved closer to you, pulling out a file full of papers from the coffee table in front. Sheet after sheet of paper displayed before you with writing you would recognise anywhere. Baek Jin had poured over these with you day after day. You knew them inside out.
An exasperated cry came from the man beside you. “Nothing he ever did was easy, was it? Haha…” you could see in the corner of your eye he was clutching his hair. The mirthless laugh sent a chill down your spine.
You inhaled deeply trying to calm your nerves. These were simple calculations, bothersome at best buy with a little effort and a calculator... Your eyes scanned the pages, running over each line, each list, each note Baek Jin had made. Comprehension dawned on you. Your eyes widened.
Na Baek Jin had assured you a job.
His job.
His position.
A silent storm raged in your head. Just how much of this had he predicted? His untimely death? His inability to continue leading the union? Seong Je pouncing on what was his, the moment he saw an opening, and keeping you close so eventually when he needed help he would show you exactly this and give you the opportunity to claim the power Na Baek Jin always intended to pass onto you?
You forced yourself to regulate your breaths. Getting ahead of yourself like this wouldn’t be of any use. You would have to play this carefully.
“I need to use your toilet.”
Seong Je waved in the direction of a small door – still half smirking, head in his hands as he looked over the numerous sheets.
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Washing your face, you calculated what you should do now. Baek Jin was incredibly strong and incredibly smart.
He had known that Seong Je would be that rabid wolf who salivated all over the prospect of gaining his power. However at the same time, the pup wouldn’t have the brains to hold and manage such a large institution.
The realisation came slow; setting in like the sunset you had wanted so much to see. You made up your mind, you wouldn’t lose Baek Jin again.
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You shut the door behind you, wiping away the smudged mascara from your eyes, mind firm, but it didn’t hide the nervous tremble in your shoulders. Seong Je was still on the couch. His blazer lay crumpled on the coffee table in front and thin tendrils of smoke wafted from the lit cigarette between his lips.
He tapped the spot beside him twice and took a long drag of the cigarette. Without dropping your gaze you made your way to him, undoing the buttons of your grey school jacket and shrugging it off.
Your skirt hitched up as you ignored the spot he’d tapped and instead placed yourself astride his lap. Seong Je’s eyes widened, however you gave him no opportunity to say anything, choosing instead to dip your head so your lips reached his ear and whispered, “It seems like you need help. All these ledgers, these accounts – Baek Jin’s plans… Let me help you. I understand Baek Jin. Everything he’s written, he’s taught me.”
Seong Je raised an eyebrow. But you didn’t let him voice the obvious concern that’d popped in his head. A small hiss left his lips, when he felt your teeth gently graze against his helix, surprise only mounting as he felt you gently run your tongue along the rim of his ear where your teeth had grazed.
“Why? Did you think spreading my legs was all I did when we were together?”
Seong Je probably couldn’t physically blush, but that was the closest he’d ever been to doing so. His hand found rest on your waist, running up your thigh, while the other put out his cigarette after another long drag. He pursed his lips and blew the smoke in your face, reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear. .
“What are you proposing, jagiya?”
You resisted the urge to cough, breathing in the acrid smoke clouding around your head. You hated it but held in any open display of distaste and said, “A partnership.”
Seong Je laughed, “A part– partnership! You want to be my partner?”
You didn’t hesitate before leaving a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth.
Seong Je pulled back sharply, blinking twice before the sparkle grew in his eye. “Ah. Jagiya... How unexpectedly bold you have suddenly become. Are you courting death?”
You shook your head.
“Really? I thought otherwise, seeing you swing that right hook at Yoon Si Eun without a care.” His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you closer and you could feel an obvious bulge press against your thigh.
“Jagiya, don’t fucking take your eyes off me.” With that, he attacked your mouth.
It was a clash of lips and teeth. Rough. Unruly. Just like him – nothing like Baek Jin. The ferocity in his movements burned. His movements were crude. Desperation in every touch.
He pushed his hips up against your clothed crotch. Fingers tangled in your hair bringing you closer. His hand ran down your front touching the space between your breasts as he kissed his way down to the buttons of your blouse.
He fumbled with the buttons in his haste to remove the offending cloth, stopping only when you came to help him. The first two buttons open, your collar fell apart to reveal just a glimpse of the soft mounds of your breasts.
His lips dropped. Face buried in your voluptuous cleavage he inhaled deeply. The scent of your perfume, coupled with the sweat of the day drove him insane. Seong Je moaned against your neck – a shameless, dirty, wanton sound. But it only got you wetter.
His hands found yours, and placed them around his neck while he grabbed hold of your ass, lifting you off the couch and carrying you to the bedroom. You were pushed against the wall. Your head met the brick painfully. Teeth grinding he spat out an order that you would be a fool to disobey.
“Kiss.”
Your hands carded through his hair fisting the dark locks as lips met. You rested your elbows on his shoulders, pulling him closer. The taste of his cigarette smoke invaded your senses again, spreading onto your tongue. He pushed your panties aside, swiping his fingers against your cunt. Two fingers circled your clit as he kissed your neck following a steady rhythm below.
“Look at you.” he spoke within stuttered kisses.
“So ready, so wet for me.”
Kiss.
“So pretty…”
Kiss.
“I’ve wanted you..”
Kiss.
“...for so long.”
A swift movement pulled you onto the bed. You pawed at the hardness in his trousers, but Seong Je held your hands and pulled them to his hair once again.
He pinned you to the bed as he loosened your tie. The fabric swished under your collar and submitted to his pull. He tossed it aside. Seong Je turned you over halfway and used the tie to tie your hands behind your back.
Panic flushed through you. “Seong Je, what– what are you doing?”
“Shhh.”He coaxed. “Don’t worry. I will never hurt you. I just like my pretty things on a leash.” He moved to your shirt.
“Your parents could—”
“They won’t. Now shut up. Don’t make me have to gag you too." The coaxing tone gone, his threat was dark – loaded. You withdrew, not wanting to risk it. His lips hovered at the shell of your ear.
You could hear the smile in his voice as he whispered. “I don't want to, I’d much rather hear the pretty noises you’ll make for me… I told you. I’ll take care of you. Won’t you trust me?”
The shadows lengthened as Geum Je trailed his fingers down your shirt and unbuttoned the rest of your blouse. The cold air hit your skin, only to be warmed gently by the radiating heat of Seong Je’s body. He dipped his head, leaving kisses with each button he undid.
You pulled at your skirt – impatient, and he chuckled. Ducking his head between your thighs he pulled down the zipper holding it in place down and you shimmied it off. His lips pressed into your thigh. The kiss he left felt almost reverent. He pushed your panties aside and shoved his fingers in your cunt, curling them slowly. The gasp you let out was met with a lick of his lips and Seong Je buried his head between your breasts inhaling deeply.
“Worth it…” The words were said so softly you barely caught it.
Seong Je stuck out his tongue and licked a stripe from your belly button to your bra. The simple fabric held no interest for him and he took it in his teeth as he pulled down at it, simultaneously lifting you with his free hand and undoing the clasp. The veins in his arm popped as his left hand encircled your throat and he pulled down your bra, revealing your pretty breasts. You fell back with a bounce onto the mattress. Bra dangling like a half ripped gift wrap.
“Worth it…”
Your breath rose, shuddering, stuttering, “Seong Je…” You kept pulling against the ties on your wrists.
Seong Je scoffed. His fingers were still inside you, repeating the motions like a metronome. “Look at you. Drenched, aren’t you? Where's all the confidence from earlier?”
There was a sharp thwack against your cheek. You heard it before you felt it. The pain radiated across your face. You had heard of his strength. You had seen it too. But the first time feeling it was a horse of a different colour.
Seong Je followed it with a devouring kiss. The room was so dark now you couldn’t see a thing. You could barely make out where Seong Je was as he headed further down. To your throat, then your breasts where his fingers found your nipples and he pinched them – hard while alternating between nipping and kissing your heated skin. The cries of pain from you only egged him on more and the feral wolf tugged at your panties tearing them off you with a loud rip.
“Seong Je…” you moaned, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
He got off you and stepped back to get a good look. “Worth it.”
“What are you talking about?” you asked softly, your eyes strained to see him properly.
“Waiting for you, for all this time. It was worth it.” You heard him laugh. “Spread your legs. Don't make me have to do it.”
You had no choice but to follow. Seong Je laughed. He began undressing himself as he spoke to you. “So, partnership means a division of assets right?”
You took in a sharp breath. Some tiny light coming from outside reflected off his well defined abs, highlighting every muscle. You couldn’t help stare.
“Oi, legs apart. And answer me.”
You snapped out of your daze, looking to where you believed his face would be. He wasn’t wearing his glasses anymore. You weren’t sure when he’d taken them off.
“Fifty percent of profits. That’s what I want. I’ll handle the books. You handle the boys.”
Seong Je laughed again. “You’ve really thought this through haven’t you? Okay. Cool. I’m agreeable with that.”
You felt the bed dip as his body moved closer to you again. Naked now. His cock stood – rock hard at attention, a bead of precum fell onto your stomach.
Seong Je bent down again to your ear.
“And me. You can add me in what you get. And I’ll have you, ja-gi-ya. One hundred percent.”
His cock pushed into you with no warning. “Thank you for regaining your confidence. You’re unbelievably hot when you take charge like that, you know..
His hands encircled your throat, pressing down on the two hollow spots under your jaw. You quickly felt yourself get light headed.
“Hundred percent you,” Seong Je punctuated with a thrust. “And hundred percent me. Sounds fair right?”
You gasped feeling the air in your lungs run out, but ever so slowly tried to nod your head. Seong Je pressed down on you with his full weight.
Panic ran through you and you thrashed against the sheets but he was much stronger, limiting your movement.
“Hundred percent you, remember?” Your eyes had adjusted to the dark and you were able to make out the mad sadistic glint in his eye. You felt your consciousness fading.
“Seong Je…” you desperately mouthed.
His lips met yours, hands releasing your throat. You gasped for fresh air, filling your lungs in-between his searing kisses. He slipped his hands under you, deftly undoing the tie around them. Finding your freedom you raked your fingers through his hair pulling and tugging the locks. Your hips lifted of their own volition meeting his frenzied thrusts.
“You’re mine…” he gnashed out against your mouth. You could feel his smile and your climax hit you, similar to the way Seong je’s hits land on his opponents. A blinding, overwhelming pleasure finding its way through your body to every extremity.
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The moon had risen high enough in the sky to wash the room in an unearthly silver glow. Outside, the lights of the city had died down Orgasm after orgasm had left you both exhausted and lying in a mess of blankets and pillows. You smoked the remainder of the last cigarette you had been sharing with Seong Je.
Smoke filled the room. You could smell it alongside the scent of fading perfume, your sweat, and sex. Seong Je lay with his head on your chest. His face was almost innocent looking in this position.
You stroked his hair. He really was just a little pup. Easy to manipulate. Easy to fool. If all it took was you undressing and letting him put his cock in you… You felt his head move and looked down. He was looking back up at you. “You’re beautiful, jagiya…” The ever-present amusement in his voice.
You took a long drag. You had him. Naturally, now he was yours…
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Dark Content | MDNI 18+ | Do not read if you are sensitive to violent behaviour | Choking
Na Baek Jin x Reader
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The tattooed fingers that were wrapped around your throat, slowly pressing down, stole away the air of your lungs bit by bit. This was his way of letting you know you were his. Like a collar a master might put on a pet.
It was late in the night. The sounds of video games had long disappeared and the chatter of people conducting Union business had died down long ago; there was very little sound.
Most of the boys had gone home, or were asleep under the neon lighting of the bowling alley. You were there too.
Your homework was left on the table in front of you – half unfinished. Your hair escaped the confines of the rubber -band that had held it up at school. The day had taken its toll on it and it slumped down, unwilling to keep up appearances.
You were beginning to feel light headed. You reached up with your right hand to try and pry the strong fingers away from your throat, to no avail. You would never have had the strength to do it anyway. Your hand laid upon the other in defeat, as if falling to its knees in front of the king. Begging him to spare you.
You could feel each part of his hand. The little bumps of knuckle, the ridges between his fingers. The harder, slightly raised patches of skin where he’d gotten cut from fighting. The rings stood out…
His skin was warm.
The rings were cold.
You were losing breath.
You sat in his lap. A punishment for whining about – whatever you were whining about. The whining distracted him from his work. The whining made the other boys snicker. The whining made him angry.
“You did it on purpose.” The warnings earlier had come similarly. Low. Dark. Dangerous. “Now face the fucking consequences.” The reprimand came with the added physicality.
Your lips opened and closed. Like a fish out of water, both gasping for air. Your mind started to go blank. He pressed down harder.
The broken AC unit rattled out a half-hearted cool breeze that barely touched you. His elbow dug into your breast. You lifted your other hand. To join the protest. The tips of his fingers were rough. He always took care to cut his nails down as much as possible. The blunt ends melded gracefully against his skin. You couldn’t feel the lines of his tattoos. They had been there a while.
Your fingers pried at the marriage of his hands and your neck. Weakly. You opened your mouth again. This time in desperation for respite.
“Na- B-Bae-k Jin…”
Your head fell to the side, into his waiting arm. The blood rushed back to your head as he slowly eased off the pressure points on your throat; the sudden rush, dizzying you. But his arms were still around you. Holding you securely in place so you would not fall.
He maneuvered your head to face his. A kiss gently placed on your lips in lieu of a threat.
“Let’s not test my patience ever again, princess.”
Dark Themes, Red flag (obviously, its Seong Je), violence.
Spiralling takes many forms but this was yours.
Part 1 is here | Part 3 is here
Joining the Union came with an assurance, that after the gruelling, strenuous three years in the cold concrete torture chambers collectively called ‘High School’, one could find work in the colder concrete torture chambers of an office. It was this assurance that Na Baek Jin had made to you when he’d brought you to his side.
“You’ll have a job,” He’d said. “I want you working for me, with me. If you stay here – in this position – I will guarantee that.”
Days after his funeral, Geum Seong Je offered a similar assurance. “Don’t worry, little kitten. I’ll take care of you, even if Mr. Na is gone.”
There was no dearth of money. Seong Je was running a successful business, one whose functioning was already well established by the previous head. Carefully maintained records and previously established ways of functioning allowed him to keep enough aside to take you out to eat or shop. But the food tasted like nothing to you. You would lift spoons to your mouth, chew, then swallow. Rinse. Repeat. He forced you into clothes he found you to be attractive in and bought them for you; snarling in your ear about how much he’d like to see you wearing them, just so he might rip them off you. Your grades started dropping and if your parents had been a smidge more interested perhaps they’d have wondered why. Yet that had never been questioned in the first place anyway. School was the same grey walls every day. No one dared touch you nor tease you. They knew that despite Na Baek Jin’s lost claim over you, you now had a new owner. The students at Yeo-Il avoided you like the plague, and the teachers pitied you from a distance. No one in their right mind would go up against Geum Seong Je. Or his girl.
As a result, the guilt didn’t die in the back of your mind. You remembered the way you would sit beside Baek Jin in the evenings instead of excavating the latest club. In your memory, he smelled clean and fresh as ever. His hair would be styled, in his signature neat, slicked back manner. You could hear every click and scratch of your pens as he solved, and helped you solve complex problems. Baek Jin would look up from his work, hearing the silence of your paused writing, finding you staring at him. He’d smile, you’d blush. Then he’d stroke your cheek and tell you to continue, promising rewards once you were done. Seong Je was nothing like him.
You sat on his lap every meeting. He would circle his arm around your back, locking you in place. Fingers trailing down your back as he tried to coax you into falling into his trap. You weren’t in a cage but the shackles were tight. Most of the time, Seong Je was looking over Baek Jin’s accounts. Trying to make sense of the complicated mathematics that were involved in his calculations. At other times he was barking orders to the rest of the boys who now – begrudgingly – answered to him as the leader. It was boring. It held none of the stimulation you had when Baek Jin was around. Your mind would often wander…thinking of him would make your eyes tear up without you knowing. But Seong Je didn’t care.
He once found a tear rolling down your cheek. He didn’t ask you what was wrong. The thousand yard stare plastered on your face irritated him. You were jerked out of your daydream by a harsh squeezing of your cheeks. A maniacal mirth adorning his features, he ran his tongue from your jaw all the way to your eye, ending only with a faux chaste kiss to your lashes.
It was a slow process, but eventually you dragged yourself out of your perpetual haze. Na Baek Jin may have been dead, but that didn’t mean you were too. It was easier – you mused – to function on auto-pilot. Wake up, get ready, school, union, sleep. Your diligence wasn’t missed but it wasn’t commented upon either. When you were at the bowling alley, you completed schoolwork. The world around you moved onward. You stayed rooted in the past. In your mind's eye, it wasn’t Seong Je who sat at the table, but Baek Jin. He’d never speak to you, but occasionally he’d look over the page you were working on and nod; giving his approval. The teachers in the school appreciated the change. And in their futile hope that you were getting better they offered you advice.
“Join so-and-so cram school, it helps many students!”
“Come to me if anything is difficult to understand. I will do my best to help you!”
“You can get into one of the top colleges if you continue like this. Do you want to join this competition, it will look good on applications!”
No one person asked you if you were okay. No one asked how you were. And so while on the outside you looked normal, on the inside you were tearing yourself apart.
School had just let out. The hundreds of students slowly exiting the building dragged you along in the crowd. Usually, Seong Je would send one of his Kanghak lackeys to bring you back to the bowling alley, or to Daesung, depending on where he’d decided to play around on that day. But today you had different plans. Today you wanted to see the sun set.
You trudged along absent-mindedly, deliberately hiding yourself in a large crowd of taller girls and boys. This group always headed to an area with a lot of tall buildings. Their cram schools were there. It was the perfect disguise. They’d never see you, nor think to look for you among them. You were well away from the school when the group found their bus-stop and it wasn’t too long before you got onto a bus – still with them. From behind you heard a shout – something that sounded like your name. You chose to ignore it. The shadows were growing longer. Seong Je would be losing his mind by now. He could even kill the boys he’d sent. It didn’t matter. If Baek Jin could die, why couldn’t they? In your pocket you heard your phone buzz. You glanced at the caller ID ‘Wolf Geum’. Then pressed down on the button to turn it off.
When you reached the area, you ran to the first building you saw, trying to merge in with a large crowd but in your haste bumped into someone else first. The impact sent you sprawling onto the pavement.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” you heard an excited voice.
“Baku. Don’t yell, I wasn’t looking.” A softer response.
You looked up. Your blood froze. Eunjang’s White Mamba, Yoon Si Eun. The boy kneeled down and reached out a hand.
You could feel your heart pounding at a speed you had felt before. He was the reason. He was the killer. Na Baek Jin died because of him. With a sharp yell your fist met his cheek. White, blinding rage overtook your systems and you rained down whatever hits you could onto the boy in front of you till suddenly you couldn’t anymore.
You saw yourself being pulled further away from Si Eun, vaguely aware of your feet dragging against the pavement and a familiar amused voice saying something to you. All you heard though, was the pounding in your ears. You kicked out, managed to get free, and ran at Yoon Si Eun, but before you could reach him, Park Hu Min enveloped you in a warm embrace. You struggled and beat your fists in vain. He was much too strong for you and you couldn’t reach.
“All because of you! Your fault. He’s dead and it’s your fault you fuckers! You spineless fucking assholes. You did this! You!”
The white shirt he wore was covered in smears of blood and the profanities leaving your lips never made sense to you but you knew they spewed. Even after Seong Je punched Baku making him lose his grip on you. Even after he grabbed hold of you and pushed you into a cab. Even as it raced away from the boy with the sad eyes whom you wanted to turn to a pulp.
The smell of smoke stuck to you. Your skin, hair, clothes. No matter how much you scrubbed in the shower, or did batch after batch of laundry, it always found it’s way back. Crass and acrid.
He knew you didn’t like it. But he couldn’t stop either. The thin white stick, sitting snug between his lips, even as he kissed you. The smell of smoke, permitted to enter your mouth. A dirty, bitter taste that you once loathed, but were pavloved into needing. Was it an effect of the nicotine? You wondered as he took a long drag and moulded his lips to yours.
It wasn’t a want, no, that was you. The cigarettes were a need. A need only offset by the need to have you. And so, the only time it left his lips was to kiss and suck at your heated core.
The burning embers died out in the ashtray by your head. The dim light of the lamp cast long shadows across the room. The pillows were soft and pliant like he made you. The sheets, tangled between your legs. Each drip of your juice, the man tasted.
Slowly.
Gently.
Broad tongue, laid flat on your skin, lapping up offered ichor.
Just as he drew breath, pulling away at the cigarette, he drew out your climax from you. His mouth – experienced, able to kiss and suck at the tiny nub. His breath was warm. His mouth, the perfect shape.
And when you arch your back, falling apart under his ministrations, he feels the same satisfaction that he finds from his smoke. His hands, grabbing your ass, he pulls you closer, nearer to his tongue, drinking in your pleasure like it were smoke.
Tall fem reader btw. Smut. Tall girls deserve to be size kinked too. Pssspssspsss come get yalls juice.
Orc!Nanami who works as a liaison between the humans and orcs and therefore is sat in an office most days in a sharp specifically tailored three piece suit that hugs his body in all the right places.
Orc!Nanami who is so large his pants are tight around his thighs, stretching over his ass in the perfect spheres.
Orc!Nanami who can't help but notice the way you keep eyeing him in his tight shirts. Buttons struggling to hold it together for the sake of his dignity
Orc!Nanami who also can't help but notice how tall you are, and how unlike the humans around you, you fill up your skirts and dresses, never wear heels, wear loose fitting blouses that quietly hide your voluptuousness.
Orc!Nanami who thinks you smell exquisite! Like something sweet and spicy and he just really wants to taste...
Orc!Nanami who polishes his tusks every morning hoping that the shiny enamel would attract you like it did so many orc ladies.
Orc!Nanami who licks his lips every time you bend over and he catches a glimpse of the soft breasts swaying in the little v of your neckline. Your scent pervading his senses again.
Orc!Nanami who has to excuse himself from the meeting to rush to the men's room so his already tight pants don't burst.
Orc!Nanami who finds you stranded at the office one night after having worked late and offers to take you home as any good and respectable orc does.
Orc!Nanami who really doesn't expect you to pull him inside your flat telling him, "The forecast said it would rain. I insist you spend the night Nanami-san!"
Orc!Nanami who doesn't know you've seen him staring at you and would purposely do things to try and entice him but have him be the perfect gentleman in return to end up forcing your hand like this.
Orc!Nanami who helps you cook despite your protests. "It's fine you're my guest you don't have to—" "I would not bear the dishonour of making a lady I like, suddenly look after an unplanned guest."
Orc!Nanami who blushes, realising what he said when you turn and ask him coyly, "Wait, you like me?"
Orc!Nanami whose hips you pull towards your own and gently grind, making his brain short circuit, "That's lucky, 'cause I like you."
Orc!Nanami who can't believe his luck as he lifts you onto the kitchen countertop, begs you between kisses to be yours and yours only.
Orc!Nanami who is ecstatic when you nod and let's out a sharp hiss when your knee brushes his crotch.
Orc!Nanami who scrambles to remove your clothes. Your blouse, off your skirt, pulled down. Food lying forgotten as he buries his face into the crook of your neck when you tell him you want him to fuck you so good you forget how to walk.
Who lifts you into a princess carry, to your surprise, (makes sure the burners are off) and takes you to the bedroom praying to every god he can think of that you have lube.
Who can't wait himself and lays you down, squirting the pink lube bottle contents over your cunt and preps you for a minute with his thick fingers.
Who groans in arousal hearing the lewd, wet squelching sounds your tight pussy made as it swallowed his fingers.
Who askes you if this was okay for the nth time because, "I'm not built like a human and you're literally tiny."
Whose eyes widen when you push him onto the bed and get on top saying, "I'm going to ride you now and I want you to split me open like a pirate finding a treasure chest, so don't stop me.
Who let's you ride him till you get tired and can't then growls and thrust up into you holding you like a little doll, just made for his pleasure.
Who fucks you so good in every position you can manage till you've cum more times than you can count and all that you can think of is his cock.
Till you babble an incoherent string of I love yous, increasing in pitch as he pounds into you from behind, over and over, cumming in you with a filthy growl.
Who pulls you up against his chest, and despite being a tall woman among humans you feel tiny with him.
Who kisses you with as much tenderness as he can, telling you how good that was. How sweet you were for him. How pretty you are. How much he wants you to be his.
Orc!Nanami who orders food as you silently nap on his broad chest till it arrives.
Orc!Nanami who, holding you in his arms, looks out at the rain pattering on the window and feels at home.
You turn the lights out everytime the two of you have sex. Even before your clothes come off you turn the lights out. He knows it's not him because you marvel at his body as he takes his shirt off, his muscles rippling under the fabric as he slowly uncovers himself. Your eyes glimmer and mouth hangs open, and you marvel. But he cannot say the same for you. He has never seen you.
Part of him understands that nudity might scare people. Not just another's, but rather oneself’s. Part of him recognises that with a body that the modern bibles deemed unworthy, finding the ability to accept that someone longs to see it is hard. This part knows the process takes time…
But there's another part. The one that in the darkness, runs his hands down the soft flesh, fingers digging into the fatty thighs, palms pressing into your rounded tummy, lips closing around the little nub of your nipple while the rest of his face squishes into your breast. The part of him that has the violent topography of your body mapped out in his fingertips, whispers to his eyes of your beauty. Of a lush land of hills and peaks, valleys and crevices, all waiting to be explored, waiting to be admired.
He longs to see the way your mouth falls open when he pushes his cock into your tight hole. Longs to know the contrasts between the colour of his skin and yours when his fingers wrap around your throat. Craves the knowledge that is granted by sight – sight that he is robbed of as you once again, reach out, and turn off the light…
But, a patient man knows, the greatest gift lies in comfort. So whenever you are comfortable – no matter how long it takes – he will reach out, and turn the light back on…
