C:IU CH 6
Chapter Six
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Pairing: Poly 0t8 Ateez x fem reader AU: Mafia/detective Genre: 18+ poly romance, action Word Count: 2.9k Summary: Monitors Warnings: 18+ rating, past trauma implications and "therapy", make out session, male mastubarution, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mentions of thrill kink and gun play
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While it had been your idea to try “exposure therapy”, you hadn't been convinced it would actually work. Perhaps you should have taken into account the determination of the others to help you, touch you, now that you were open to it.
It took effort, like sitting with the uncomfortable feeling in your chest while whomever had their hands on you. Trial and error to see what touches had you reacting in what way. The biggest effort was not tensing up and expecting the worst whenever you knew they were about to touch you. Wooyoung helped break you of that habit by scolding you out of it, which both Yunho and Mingi picked up on since it seemed to do the trick.
“Not even touching you yet, come on, get it together.” If anyone else had said something like that to you, they'd probably get punched. But that was also perhaps the reason it worked. Anger at yourself for freezing up. And a determination to have your shit together.
Initiating the touch first was the biggest factor though. One they were all happy to let you do.
Almost all of them.
“Yeosang, I have dinner.” Knocking on his office door you stepped in, by now used to seeing the dozens of monitors surrounding the one desk chair that seemed to dwarf the man in it. He waved his hand on the side but didn't say anything.
Stepping up next to him you could see him eyeing one of the monitors. Your eyes followed, a smile tugging at your lips. He was watching San fight with such an intense look on his own pretty face. It was cute.
Setting the food down, you quickly leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, watching with amusement as his eyes got big and his ears burned red.
It wasn't that Yeosang didn't like you touching him, he was just shy, a fact that just made him more adorable in your eyes. How a grown, muscled genius of a man was the most adorable thing you had ever seen was a question for someone else. Even though he was shy and got so easily flustered by your touches, that also made him one of your favorites to touch.
And considering the amount of time the two of you have spent over the last few weeks, there was a lot of touching. Quick kisses to his cheeks that left him side eyeing you. Playing with his hair, poking at his muscles, playing with his fingers or-
Sitting down on his lap, as you did now.
He went rigid under you, gripping the chair as you moved and got comfortable. You didn't need to look at his expression to know he was frozen with growing red cheeks. Wooyoung had been kind enough to tell you he's only slept with or touched guys- him and Jongho- and that you were the first woman he was actively interested in.
“Is our Sannie winning?” You asked nonchalantly as you bent forward to look at the screen. You felt more than heard the way he choked on his breath at the movement, hiding a sly smirk behind your hand and thankful your back was too him.
“Uh yeah- the other guy only got like two hits in. He's gotten better at dodging more. Said he doesn't like you being upset when he's hurt.” Yeosang spoke behind you, the slightest tremble in his tone a tell to the effect you had on him.
“He's so sweet.” You sighed instead of teasing Yeosang. He kept his hands at his sides, not touching you, but letting you do as you wish with him. While normally you would be worried he was scared to touch you because of what happened, you knew by now he would've been like this regardless.
Deciding to pity the man under you, you turned to start unbagging the dinner. “So we have chicken, chicken, and more chicken to choose from. Again. I don't know why I still ask you what you want to eat when it's the same thing, usually just from a different place. Hwa will scold us both if he catches on to the amount of chicken I've let you get away with eating. So would Woo but I'm not scared of the little gremlin.”
That got a soft chuckle out of him and you could feel him relaxing in the seat. “I can fully take the blame.”
“Like their baby could do anything wrong.” You mocked with a roll of your eyes, opting to move off his lap just so you both could eat for now. The others spoiled Yeosang and wasn't too harsh on him, but now that treatment extended to you too.
You had taken Wooyoung's chair from his desk and brought it in here since this was your usual night now. Eating takeout with Yeosang as the two of you watched over the screens. On nights when San was fighting, you both watched and cheered as if he could hear, having no doubt that San was going to win.
He had gotten quite the reputation in the fight ring, enough that Hongjoong had worked out with the Vipers that San would be theirs only for fighting. If they wanted him for any other activity, they had to get Hongjoong's approval. Of course the Pirates also got a cut of San's winnings through the Vipers, which turned beneficial. He could probably make it in the MMA's or professional fighting if San wanted.
When they weren't eating take out, they were eating whatever lunch or dinner Wooyoung or Seonghwa had made for them, both of them like fretting mothers. It was endearing, but slightly frustrating. You weren't a good cook since all your talents were focused in other areas but being babied still had you pouting. The food you never bothered to complain about though because fuck it was delicious.
While you ate, Yeosang listened to whatever you wanted to talk about, which was usually what work you spent doing. Hongjoong had left you in charge of the police side of things. Going over paper work, making notes, and summarizing so all he had to do was sign anything that needed it. You made the right calls, and with Yeosang's help, directed enough arrests by uniforms to make it look like the organized crime unit was active and doing well.
Currently you've had a few lower ranked Vipers arrested to make the group sweat even more. Pressed by police and the Pirates. You could see the appeal to working both angles, especially since it was making the Vipers anxious enough to slip up more and now rely more heavily on the Pirates for their work.
On two occasions you got to participate in interrogations with Jongho. And on both of those occasions you had sat him down afterwards and kissed him breathless while your hands roamed his upper torso. Stopping only once the anxiety in your chest started to make you breathless for a different reason, which he would talk you down from with soft words that made the man feel more like a giant teddy bear than an intense cop who knew how to get criminals to really squirm- and you but you weren't ready to verbally admit that yet.
After finishing up the meal, you took care of the remains out the back door so not to get caught indulging when the two of you were picked up later. Returning to Yeosang, he was once more in the same position as before but staring at a different screen.
You paused just behind his chair, eyes going wide and just what he was staring at.
Mingi.
Naked, sprawled out, and fucking his fist.
“Oh?”
The second you spoke Yeosang scrambled to change the screen but you were a bit faster, grabbing his hand and stopping him. He started tripping over his tongue with an excuse, unable to meet your eyes when you glanced down at him.
He was red, flustered, squirming, and the way he scrambled for words made him sound whiney. His squirming directed your eyes down to where he was trying to cover his crotch and your body had a visceral reaction.
“Sangie, do you like watching?” You spoke slowly, letting each word hang in the air with heavy weight.
He froze up, head down, and after a moment he nodded.
Still holding his wrist you glanced back at the screen, clicked on it with Yeosang's hand, and inhaled sharply as Mingi's deep, familiar moans erupted from the speakers. The fact he was moaning your name?
The feeling of being wanted bloomed in your chest with no added anxiety. Yeosang was the one who brought on this feeling the most recently, his shy reactions to your touch always boosting your ego. Made you feel wanted and powerful and in control. And now hearing Mingi, whom you figured he knew you were most likely watching when you caught him glancing at the camera, it intensified that feeling.
You'd talk to the man later, right now you had another to deal with. One who was reacting to Mingi's sounds as much as your stomach was. “You like how Mingi sounds, Sangie?” You turned back to him, slowly spreading his legs with your knee as you set it on the edge of the chair, hiking it up until it was so close to the growing bulge.
He just let you, nodding his head fervently. You liked his honesty. “Reminds me of when you two…” He trailed off, but you caught on.
“Oh baby, did you watch Mingi fuck me dumb over and over? Did you get off to it? Seeing me cum on his cock? Seeing him make a mess of me?” Your voice had taken on a deeper sultry tone, confidence brimming inside you. The hitch of his breath at your words and the way he was clearly holding back from putting forward stroked your ego to no end.
He dared to look up, brows furrowed together and eyes glassy with desire. He bit down on his lip, teeth catching on the bottom cyber bite you seem to always forget was there.
How would it feel to kiss him with those?
Why not find out now. “You're much naughtier than I gave you credit for, my little voyeur. Can I touch you baby? Can I kiss you?”
He nodded his head so fast you thought he would give himself whiplash.
Still you took your sweet time climbing onto his lap and lowering closer. He was patient despite the eagerness in his eyes, keeping his body still so you could get comfortable on him. You ran your hands up his arms, squeezing his impressive biceps and then rubbing his shoulders. Your thumbs gently massaged the sides of his neck as you pulled his head forward, eyes lowered to his parted pretty lips.
Later you would recall not an ounce of anxiety as you pressed down against his body. Chest to chest and lips to lips. He moaned into the kiss, parting his mouth for you to claim at your leisure. You ate up a sweet deep rumble of a whine when you pressed down on his bulge, gasping at the feeling yourself.
And brimming with pride over the spike of desire it caused. “You can touch me baby. I'll tell you to stop if it gets too much.” You murmured before nipping at the bottom piercing and tugging, earning a groan from the pliant man beneath you.
His hands were trembling as he brought them to your hips, squeezing gently before releasing as if he was too scared to do so. While your tongue slipped in to explore his mouth, you brought your hands down to his and moved them to your ass, giving an encouraging squeeze. He immediately did so, your breath catching in your throat at the action.
Mingi's moans weren't forgotten, they just seemed to add to the lust fueled daze the both of you found yourself in. Yeosang was responsive to your slightest touch, pliant and eager but all of the control was in your hands.
It made you feel powerful, hearing one man moan your name while another whined at the way you sucked on his tongue. You wanted to pick Yeosang apart beneath you. See what touches would get him to make prettier, whinier sounds. How he would look feeling your cunt take in his cock-
“Oh my God.”
The new voice, followed by a slam of a door, had the both of you pulling away. You stared at each other with wide eyes and heavy pants, blinking back from the daze when you realized what just happened and burst into laughter.
Yeosang was mortified beneath you, groaning and now hiding his head in his hands while you laughed and managed to turn the sound back off on the screen, noticing that Mingi was now cleaning himself off.
“We'll be right out, Junghoon!” You called out to Yeosang's second, who took over the night watch of the monitors. One of the others was probably out with him as well, hearing all about the scene he had walked in on.
Your good mood shifted considerably when you minimized the camera to show the other 8 on the screen as well, frowning when you noticed a familiar figure in your apartment hallway. Hyunjin? He looked drunk.
“Do you want me to get Mingi to help him?” Yeosang offered, breaking your train of thought you hadn't realized you had gotten lost in.
“Uh, yeah.” You climbed off his lap to let him do that, tearing your eyes from the screen as you fixed your clothes. Your gaze found the monitors again though, this time taking note of your once familiar apartment. All the corners are covered.
Yeosang really had sat here and watched you and Mingi fuck for two whole days huh? And when you held Seonghwa hostage. Everything that happened in that apartment, Yeosang knew about. Saw it.
While this wasn't new information, it hit you hard once again. Before you might have found that outrageous, an invasion of your privacy. But now? Seeing Mingi get dressed in his room to go handle your drunken friend outside your apartment? There was some sort of safety in being watched by the man next to you.
“When I held Seonghwa at gunpoint… were you upset with me then?”
Out of all the questions you had in your head, it shocked you that this was the one that was blurted out.
Yeosang glanced up at you, just as shocked by the question. “No. None of us were.”
“Yunho was. And Jongho.”
Yeosang bit down on his swollen bottom lip, glancing back at the screens to watch Mingi now confronting Hyunjin. “They're not any more. You can talk to them about it if you want. Do you want to hear what they're saying?” He motioned to the screen, changing the subject.
You thought about it for a moment, then nodded. Yeosang clicked on the window and immediately Hyunjin's sobs were echoing in the room. You couldn't make out what he was saying but Mingi was now consoling him. “Do you want to see here?” His deep voice cut through the sobs and you realized Hyunjin was sobbing over you.
Sitting down since your knees suddenly felt too weak, it was your turn to anxiously bite on your bottom lip. Now that Junghoon was here, Yunho should be picking you two up to head back to the Captain's place. There you usually do your version of exposure therapy which you technically just did with Yeosang. Then a debrief to Captain if he was there, and then spending time with one of them until you went to sleep.
“Would… Do you think the Captain would be okay if Hyunjin was brought over to his place so I could talk to him?”
Yeosang didn't know how to answer that without asking Hongjoong himself. Though thankfully they didn't have to, since neither of you noticed the door was open again.
“He can for tonight if you trust him, firecracker.” Hongjoong called out, making you both jump to look over at him. “Yeosang, let Mingi know, then Seonghwa since he's at the place.” He made his way over to you, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your forehead and rub your back between your shoulders. It was how he always greeted you now, the familiarity relaxing you. “Then we can head back.”
You leaned into his touch with a soft sigh. “Are you taking us? What about Yunho?”
“We switched places since he pissed me off earlier. Thought it would be a fun idea to fuck Wooyoung while driving. Would have gotten away with it if Wooyoung hadn't bragged to Mingi when I was nearby.” He grinned wickedly at the memory. “That thrill kink of his is going to get someone killed one of these days.”
“Thrill… kink? You know what, never-ending, I'm perfectly okay heading home with you.” You put your hands up dismissively and shook your head. Though it brought up memories of the crazy look in Yunho's eyes when he sucked on the gun you threatened him with.
Shivering at the memory, you kissed Hongjoong's cheek before heading off to get your purse, hearing Mingi's voice in the background “I'll take you to her. Come on.”
You had more concerning things to deal with than Yunho's dangerous kink.
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