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Lee heeseung
Jerking off, overstimulation(?)
Heeseung can’t stand being away from you. Especially when he has no one to fist his desperate cock. Hands going up and down trying to find a rhythm that matches the way you ride. It’s so hard it hurts- Why did you have to post those bikini pics while you were on vacation? He scans over the picture before his eyes land on your nipples slightly poking through the thin fabric. And he lets out a groan- hands finding a faster rhythm and he feels it. His orgasm slowly creeping through his system, sweat dribbling down his neck, the heat emitting from his body creating a stuffy atmosphere. “Fuckfuckfuck, ngh- ahh shi-“ he feels his sticky cum coat his fingers and groans when he starts moving his hand again. He was gonna be here for a long time.
Park jongseong
Spanking, mean! Jay, punishment, teasing
“Ahh!” You squeak out from the impact of jays rough hand creating a mark on your ass. He wasn’t even paying attention to you at all today. Are you just supposed to watch him just completely ignore you and not try to get his attention? He was asking for way too much. Just when the impact slowly fades away- you feel it again. The white hot pain surging through your body when he lands another slap. “You can’t just behave?” You feel the anger through his words- “such a slut” one of his hands spreads your ass while the other starts rubbing your wet pussy. “You get off to this huh? You like it when I’m mean” he groans when he feels more wetness seep through your panties. You squeal when his finger rubs your clit-it hurts so good. “Jay- jay no, no more —no more please” his fingers start rubbing even harder, unforgiving. “You asked for this baby, so yes, you can take it”
Sim jaeyun
Handjob, neck kissing, intoxicated sex, drug dealer jake, subby Ikeu
The slow drag of the afternoon with the soft dimmed lights laminating the room was enough to edge you further on. Just coming over to pick up your stash turned into a blunt being passed between each other. The faint buzzing in your head doesn’t let you register what’s going on. All you feel is the dull ache resting between your legs and Jake’s mouth trailing down your neck, his mouth is sloppy leaving a trail of spit. And now he’s laying beside you, eyes rolling back as you tug his cock. “Please- ah!” He desperately bucks his hips up. His toned stomachs tenses when he feels like he’s close—“oh fuck! Yeaaah sh- I’m so close pleaseplease-“ “please what ?” He whines thrusting his hips up “please let me cum, I’m so close please”. Who knew Jake was so submissive when he’s high?
Morning sex with sunghoon wasn’t something new. You were now on your side as sunghoon thrusts into you unforgivingly. His pace never faltering- each thrust going deep leaving you breathless. His hands go up to knead your boobs, hands slightly tweaking your nipples. “You feel so good” he whispers to himself, “can’t believe you’re all mine- oh fuck” your too list to hear the praises he throws at you. “I love seeing you like this” his pace falters as he adjusts himself so he goes in deeper, “cumming on my cock” he thrusts again. This time his cock kissing your cervix, you let out a loud moan. “So good for me” his hand comes up to your neck squeezing lightly. Your breath gets caught in your throat when he speeds up his pace. Still keeping up his brutal pace. When you start clenching him harder he groans. “You close” you can’t even answer his hand still squeezing at your neck. So you nod your head vigorously. “Come on baby-fuck.. cum all over my cock”
hi! if it's not a huge ask, can you do a driver/kpop idol! reader? (she is in enhypen, preferably, because there's members in the group who likes F1 a lot)
🧛♀️"Bite the Track"
Pairing: Platonic!F1 grid × Y/N (youngest driver, Enhypen member)
Genre: Wholesome, Chaos, Found Family, Idol Life x Motorsport AU
Word Count: 1029
Warnings: screaming, chaotic teasing, harmless idol/fanboy/fangirl energy, cultural references to Enhypen concepts, long read
Summary: Y/N is the youngest driver on the 2025 F1 grid, but also the only girl who survived I-Land to debut with Enhypen. Between idol schedules, comebacks, and karting sessions that grew into Formula racing, Y/N somehow did the impossible: she became both an idol and an F1 rookie for Porsche. While her Enhypen brothers treat her like the precious Aussie maknae (next to Jake), the F1 drivers are still catching up. They assume her “I sing sometimes” means Taylor Swift vibes — until Enhypen performs “Bite Me” live at Suzuka, with a choreo where the boys look ready to bite Y/N. The grid is floored.
A/N: Sorry I hinted vampires alot in this bc of Bite me, but I did that to make the story flow how I wanted. So, yeah, if you guys don't like the vampire theme, too bad. (If anyone wants to be added into the taglist just let me know)
Porsche will be the imaginary team
The thing about you was that you never did anything halfway.
When you were fifteen and walked into the I-Land dorms, the only girl in the survival show, people whispered. they thought you’d fold. The practice rooms smelled like sweat and desperation, and you had dirt from karting still under your fingernails. “Why are you here?” Someone had asked.
“Because i can,” you’d replied, stubborn chin raised.
You’d train for sixteen hours, collapse into bed, then sneak out on free days to go karting. Enhypen never forgot that — that you weren’t just surviving i-land, you were still racing.
Fast forward: debut with enhypen. years of vampire themes, stages where the boys hovered like predators and you played the girl they wanted to consume. aussie duo chaos with jake — two accents too thick for anyone to understand. laughter, music shows, choreography where you’d smirk under the stage lights while your brothers “hunted” you.
And still, the racing. Formula 4 → Formula 3 → Formula 2 → Porsche Academy. when the contract came for Formula 1, 2025 season, Enhypen threw a party in the dorm. cake, streamers, jay trying to spray coke like champagne and missing entirely.
“Our vampire racer,” Sunghoon had declared proudly, handing you a little toy car with fangs drawn on it.
The grid, though, didn’t know any of that.
When you walked into preseason testing in bahrain, the youngest rookie on the grid, the paddock tilted their heads. The only girl, too.
“You said you’re…a singer?” george russell had asked once, carefully, as if trying not to offend.
“Yeah,” you shrugged, lacing up your race boots.
Lando leaned against the garage wall. “Like…Taylor Swift?”
You blinked, “…sure.”
They all just assumed you meant soft guitar ballads or maybe kpop in the cute bubblegum sense. nobody pried. nobody expected.
Suzuka GP weekend, October 2025.
The f1 grid found out the truth.
Because Enhypen was performing the pre-race show.
You’d told the boys: “don’t be too much.”
They promised. which of course meant they were going to be the most.
Backstage, Heeseung flopped onto the couch. “Y/n, don’t trip in heels before you trip in the car.”
“Hyung,” you deadpanned.
“nah, he’s right,” jay chimed in. “imagine if you DNF on stage before you DNF on track.”
Jake, in his thick aussie accent, was bouncing. “Oi mate, reckon the grid’s got no bloody clue. they think you’re gonna come out strummin’ a guitar. They’re about to get WRECKED.”
jungwon adjusted his mic pack, leader mode on. “guys, focus. remember the choreo.” then he turned to you. “you okay?”
You nodded, smoothing down your dark stage outfit. Black lace, leather, just enough glitter to catch the lights. Enhypen’s vampire theme alive and well.
Ni-Ki leaned over with a wicked grin. “Y/N, are you ready to be bitten?”
“Don’t say it like that.”
But it was true — in the “Bite Me” performance, you were the centerpiece. the girl they circled, reached for, about to consume. Enhypen’s choreography walked that dangerous line between sultry and theatrical, and you had long since perfected being the prey that looked like she wanted to be caught.
Out in the paddock, the drivers filed in, not expecting much.
“Oh, this’ll be fun,” Charles said, sipping water.
“Maybe she’ll sing a ballad,” Pierre mused. “Something cute.”
Max shrugged. “She said she was a singer. Not a dancer.”
Then the lights dimmed. The screen blared ENHYPEN. screams erupted from fans. Their lightsticks waving around.
And you stepped on stage.
Black lace. Crimson lights. The bass hit like thunder.
“If you be my girl, i’ll be your man…”
You moved in sync with the boys, sharp, precise, eyes glittering under spotlights. The grid froze.
Lando’s jaw dropped. “holy—”
The chorus crashed.
“Bite me, girl, i want you, eat me up…”
Heeseung’s hand ghosted near your neck in choreo, Jake smirked as if about to sink fangs in, Jungwon pulled you close before shoving you away. the audience screamed.
Lewis hamilton, a man who had seen everything, stared wide-eyed. “Is this the same kid who was mumbling about pasta yesterday?”
George looked like he needed to sit down. “They’re going to— they’re pretending to bite her?”
“THAT’S NOT TAYLOR SWIFT,” Yuki shrieked.
The choreo ended with you in the center, the boys circling you like predators, fangs bared in the lights. Your expression? Utterly calm. Powerful. Stunning.
The crowd lost it. The drivers lost it more.
Backstage, drenched in sweat, you peeled off stage clothes and into your Porsche race suit. Enhypen high-fived you, Jake yelling, “oi you bloody legend!” while Sunoo dabbed at your face with tissues.
“Good luck,” Jungwon said, clapping your shoulder. “don’t crash.”
On track, you were all fire and precision. Suzuka demanded everything, and you gave it. Corners carved, overtakes clean.
Front row seats, Enhypen lost their minds.
Ni-ki stood on the seat. “GO Y/N GO Y/N GO Y/N!!”
Jay filmed everything like a proud parent. “Look at my kid, look at her—”
Jake was yelling aussie slang so incomprehensible the Japanese crowd around him laughed.
By the last lap, you were in third. Checkered flag. Podium secured.
The boys screamed like banshees.
On the podium, champagne spraying, you glanced down to see your bandmates losing their collective minds. Jungwon waving a massive Porsche flag. Sunghoon literally crying. Heeseung yelling, “THAT’S OUR GIRL!!” until his voice cracked.
The grid teased you in the cool down room.
Charles: “so…not taylor swift?”
Lando: “you were literally about to get bitten on stage.”
Max: “…how are you real?”
You just grinned, wiping champagne from your cheek. “i told you i was a singer.”
That night, twitter (well, X) broke.
@f1updates: enhypen performing bite me at suzuka >>>>>
@gridchaos: the f1 drivers thought y/n was taylor swift. they just saw her get fake-bitten by six vampire idols.
@engene4life: SHE PODIUMED AFTER PERFORMING. LEGEND.
And Enhypen, back in the dorms that night, shoved the podium trophy in the middle of the table. cake again. Coke spraying again.
“World’s first vampire idol racer,” Jay toasted.
“Our aussie duo did it,” Jake grinned.
You smiled, exhausted but glowing. “Nah. We did it.”
A series where you, a senior idol, get wrapped up in the mess of these 7 boys and their nonsense.
╰┈➤ yes I'm aware of the Heesung situation, Im too lazy to write him out
PART 1 - A week before their debut, the boys obviously have to get some sort of briefing, what other better idol than you?
PART 2 - 1 day until debut, and you're still not done with them?!
PART 2 ½ - Y/N's Origins, why did she become so cruel?
PART 3 - Ice Skating isnt completely innocent, and what is Lisa talking about a press tour?
PART 4 - Media Stage week 1! The boys see Y/N in action and realize why she's the Ace of HYBE— But what happens when a fan asks about a rumor
PART 5 - Press Tour Week 2, except the rumors only get stronger until a certain member figures it out— And its not Niki?!
PART 6 - Final Week of the Press Tour, and its the final countdown
PART 7 - The 8 are no longer 8 as now ENHYPEN can go on their own and Y/N was back to being a soloist
PART 8 - Epilogue, it had been 5 years since the fiasco. Heesung had just left for his solo career and ENHYPEN was slowly learning to adjust. But Niki and Y/N could never stay apart for so long it seemed.
Okay can i get some fucking context here. Why is it being said that enyphen fans are coming after bangchan and saying stiff like "it should have been bangchan that left instead of ___" (forgive me, i dont know his name) or "its all bangchans fault"
??
Im confused and pissed off, i font get how its any part of stray kids fault conaidering theyre two completely dofferent idol groups in two companys???
Like- skz is with jyp ent and enyphen is with hybe???
After years of being the annoying childhood best friend baby sister even though you guys were only a year apart, you can say you've grown tremendously into your looks after middle school finally getting those braces off and finally growing into those big saggy shirts you wore, you were no longer the girl who hanged behind her older brothers and jake sim. Although you've had a horrible crush on the kid he seemed to be clueless to the little jokes you made, calling you his little sister and asking for girlfriend advice throughout High school. Its sophomore year and jake came over for dinner per usual stuffing his face with kimchi and a bulgogi rambling mouth wide open about soccer practice and his new found crush making everyone but you burst out laughing stuffing your face even more so he wouldn't notice the anger fueling through my body Afterwards .The room suddenly got quiet after our parents got done with dinner suddenly getting up to talk to jakes parents about the new cars they were gonna buy for juno your oldest brother who just graduated Highschool and your brother Eli who was the same age as jake and who had just gotten his new permit. Jake helped do the dishes with me and his eyes glimmered like usual, his cheek curving with his bright white teeth every time you mentioned how you would never drive the car with juno and Eli. " Eden can i talk to you please, I need help" he said of course without hesitation you wiped your hands very briefly before heading upstairs with him to your room while your brothers occupied the bathroom claiming to have eaten too many spicy kimichi. Upstairs jake sat at the end of your bed playing with the stuff rabbit he won at the brisbane fair when you were 6 claiming you needed it at the time, only 7 jake spent all his saving throwing basket shots so that you could have it "you still have this ragedy thing" he laughs " I bet you dont even wash it" You punched his shoulder "Do you wanna die how do you know i dont wash it " you say sticking out your tongue while grabbing it from his hand and putting it behind your back making him burst out laughing ," I wanna be a Idol" he mumbled through his lips still giggling you pause eyes widening "You wanna be a idol?" you said "yes I love music and I wanna make it big" he said grinning " You should, how would you become an Idol?" you say still in disbelief but smiling to show him you support him "I found a company that would train me and everything but my parenst dont wanna buy my plane ticket they just are hesitant and scared so ill never be able to pursue it, I just thought it would be nice to tell someone I trust" he says smiling happily but his eyes glossy with disapointment. Before you could walk over to hug him and comfort him His mom yelled for him " Jake your gonna be late for band practice tommorow morning lets go" she says "okay eomma im coming" he says hugging you hastily before running downstair and crashing into juno and Eli smacking their butts making them chase him out the house, There you stood only 16 during this time planning on how to get the ticket to korea..
The next morning you ran into your brothers room explaining to them about jakes dream and how the tickets were 800 dollars to korea and calculating how much money to make so that he could go to korea and have a month of money to survive until we convinced his parents to let him go. That day you got a job as a tutor being top of the class with a 4.0 GPA it was a quite easy job for me, Juno being 18 got a job at a gym his homebase of course checking people in and Eli got a job at Mcdonalds. We all agreed to keep this confidential from jake knowing him he would get mad and ruin all our plans, We all plane to work for a month to make enough and fly him out before December to get settled.
Its been 2 weeks after our get jake to korea plan started and we all had our fridays off after working repeatedly after school, its skateboard night, The only night we would go to the skateboard park right near the beach where we could skate and surf like we always did. Dressing yourself in high waisted shorts with a white halter top and converse with minimual makeup something casual, you head downsatirs just to see all the 3 stooges waiting for you laughing at jake story of some girl apparently not caring you quickly stomp your feet to let them know your coming downstairs "hello are you guys ready to go" you said" Us were we waiting for you and because your late your paying for ice cream" Juno says sticking out his tongue rolling your eyes before heading out jake grabs your arm "you brat you have a feather in your hair" he says laughing before gently brushing your hair out your face your breath hitched before you hastily cover it with a cough jake smiles before heading out the door with you following him behind."You guys been avoiding me How did you all manage to get a life at the same time?" jake says laughing while walking to the park " what are you the center of our universe" Eli says laughing while kicking jake butt "yea jake plus you know you wanted more time with Isabella" Juno says smiling winking towards jake, Jake faces gets red instantly you tune in silently kicking at your feet while walking slower to listen to the conversation a frown tugging at your lips. "she's different and plus she's super down to earth, we even like the same things" jake says smiling "and her hair smells like bubblegum" he says at this point your face is emotionless you laugh just hide your feelings but it made you think he'll never see me the way he sees her. although you and jake were so similar both soccer players, smart and had a love for similar activites you were only just a friend. Getting to the park you started changing into your surfer suit and grabbed a board before heading to the shore, "eden you surfing?" jake says before putting his helmet on juno and eli following him "yea I need to get one in, the waves our good today" you said smiling hiding the sadness you held in. After surfing you change and head to the skateboard rink just to see jake with isabella teaching her how to skate while holding her hips as she giggles, Your brothers cheering jake on hooting him on while you stood there, she is pretty her hair glows and her skin shines under the sunset. You turn your heads telling your brother your gonna grab ice cream taking out 20 dollars to buy 4 ice cream " can I have 2 nutty butter, 1 my moms a alien and 1 superman" knowing the order by heart superman being your favorite and jakes being my moms an alien, Grabbing the bag you jog over to find them just to see isabella laughing holding jakes hand talkig to your brothers while jake smiles at her, heart crushing once again "take a deep breath eden, you can do this" you say underneath your breath before heading over to the group. "hey I got everyones order" you say showing them the bag smiling your brothers of course grabbing the nutty butter bar quickly and running off to get napkins." jake here yours" you say before handing him a spoon "where mine?" isabella said still gripping jakes hand smiling towards your direction. "Im sorry I didnt know you wanted any usually it's just us" you said slight attitude in your tone " you can have mine" jake offered "I cant it has too much sugar my favorite is the superman" she pouts jake grabs your ice cream out the bag offering it to her, her smile getting bigger "thanks jake your so sweet" before they both sat down, jake not even turning towards you.
you quickly get teary eyed turning your feet so that they couldnt see your face" im going home" you said sternly "Eden stay with us" jake says smiling "yea your no fun" isabella stated pouting. you quickly run back home not even bothering looking back before you could reach home someone grabbed your arm, hoping it was jake you turned around just to be face with Juno pulling you into his arm "you scared me dont run off like that" he says worried you start to cry "oppa my ice cream she took my ice cream" you say crying it wasn't about ice cream it was jake, jake was my ice cream. Juno somewhat finally understanding everything piggy you backed home where you told him everything making him pinky promise to never tell a soul.
Its a month since the accident you and your brothers saved 2,000 dollars buying his ticket to leave in a week. Jake who still crushes over isabella soon apologized to you right after the incident but you no longer thinking of it after seeing him,fallen right back into his deep brown eyes that glimmer. Its Jake birthday and were celebrating at his house you and your brothers circled around him in his room while his eyes are close handing him a box "what is this?" he said looking up frowning his brows "just open this is a once in a lifetime gift" you said smiling he pulled the lid off opening his eyes softly and soon staring at you with disbelief "why did you guys do this" he said crying wiping his tears with his sleeve. In the boxed layed a plane ticket to korea, 1200 dollars and a bundles of letters, "our jake deserves this" you said crying "we worked all month in the heat, nights and rain" eli said smiling "but this is all because of eden she really thought of you every step" Juno said jake staring at you grabbing you into his lap squeezing you "you crazy brat what would i do without you" he said rubbing your head "i know i'm the best, you better make it big or i'm coming for you" you said rubbing his face with your thumb time stopping for a second while you both stare at each other a flickered of light flashing between us "okay weirdos hurry up we got to head downstairs your parents are wondering where were at " Eli said you got up and pulled jake by his hands to stand and wiping his tears. Heading downstairs just to be met by a similar face Isabella "Hi jakey happy birthday" she says pulling him in a hug while his hands are still wrapped with yours, slowly pulling away she sees it and smoothly intertwined her fingers with his replacing yours."i got you the best gift ever wanna see it?" she says smiling he quickly smiles "sure" he says smiling you staring intently at her she leans in and kisses him right on the lips. shocked you pulled his shoulder back to pull them apart she smiles " did you like?" he quickly blushed and pause "Isabella my family is here, why did you do that? were not even together?" he says underneath his breath loud enough for her to hear, everyone around who saw making smoochie sounds, eli whooping looking for a fist bump from jake. "I thought you liked me, you come downstairs and your over here holding hands with eden how do you expect me to act?" she says clearly irritated "she's just a friend" he says quickly looking at your face for a reaction. "she's just a friend" replaying through my head, you smiled like usual and slowly turned to walk towards your parents hoping he didnt see the way all your hopes break including your heart.
Its the day, jakes day the day. After packing and convincing his parents to let him go follow his dream he wore his hoodie you gifted on his 16th birthday and carried 2 suitcases and a his box you gifted him for his 17th birthday."we're gonna miss you please call us okay" your mom said kissing his cheek he smiled " were gonna miss you tell us all about the hot girls your gonna meet save some numbers for me" eli said laughing "jake Dont forget about us you know were only a number away" Juno said making jake teary eyed he slowly kept looking at the entrance waiting for your figure to walk through " I don't know if she's coming she said she was busy" your mom stated frowning while rubbing his head jake blinked slowly hoping you'd come before walking to gate. "gate 15 to korea now boarding" the intercom stated jake slowly looking down then looking at the door realizing you werent coming said his goodbyes to his parents and slowly walked to his gate tears flowing harder realizing he broke you. Before he handed his ticket in he heard jingle bells but not just any bells your bracelet that had bells on it jingle turning his body there you were swinging your arm "We love you jake dont forget about me" you said in your teddy bear pjs smiling he quickly ran out of line and hugged you "Im gonna miss you most you brat" he said before handing you a letter. then quickly running inside the plane.
8:50am before Jake leaves: you contemplating going realizing he would never feel the same about you and that you were always gonna be seen as "just friends" you took a week apart from him after his birthday not answering his texts and telling him whenever he came over you had tests to study for "Eden im leaving in 4 days spend time with me please im gonna miss you" he pleaded while setting up game night "i cant midterms are coming up and i need to be number 1" you pouted hoping he would believe your lie " did i do something wrong" you've been acting weird since my birthday, is it isabella?" "i broke it off with her she started going on a rampage about how you liked me and she wanted me to pick between you two" he said "of course i chose you" he said smiling. Your heart pinged beating faster and faster but you knew deep down he defended you because you were his childhood friend not because he liked you "jake Thanks you for that but i really cant im so sorry..." you said holding his hand while smiling slowly stepping away from him and heading upstairs leaving him confused as ever the Eden that followed him everywhere, the eden that was at every becking call, the eden who alway comforted him win or loses after every game no longer did. You werent gonna send him off you were gonna be strong and try to get over the boy you loved oh so very much, "Eden are you gonna say bye to jack?" your mom said "yea you should go you woont see him anymore after this" Eli chimed in while putting his shoes on "I cant im really busy and i have alot of stuff to do" you said "eden he cares about you and even if he cant return your feelings he will search for you in every crowd looking for you, dont regret not coming" juno said before walking out the door. you stood there dumbfounded contemplating what to do suddenly a photo stood out, you and jake on roller skates hugging eachother face squeezed so close together while holding up pizzia at the age of 4, "end it off strong eden" you said to yourself rushing out the house in pjs and rainboots catching the next uber to the airport.
part2 coming soon maybe first post ever enjoy please be nice ;p
Synopsis
Rival hitmen clash when they're both hired for the same contract, their years of animosity erupting into a brutal fight for dominance. Forced to cooperate to eliminate their target, the intense hatred between them combusts into a raw, violent sexual encounter.
content warnings
Explicit Sexual Content, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Enemies to Lovers, BDSM Elements (Dominance/submission dynamics),Rough Sex,Anal Sex (Standing/Doggy Style),Hand Jobs (Mutual), Gunplay, Spitting,Biting/Marking,Degradation (Verbal),Strong Language,Character Death(not Sunoo or reader)
The first thing you register is breathing.
Not yours.
Too steady. Too close.
You freeze mid-step, the toe of your boot hovering an inch above polished marble. The house is dark, expensive-dark, the kind of darkness curated by money and arrogance. Your gun is already up, finger disciplined, pulse slow.
Then the hallway light clicks on.
You don’t lower the weapon.
Neither does he.
Kim Sunoo stands across from you, framed by warm light spilling from a wall sconce, dressed in black like he’s mocking the cliché. Hair neat. Expression open in that infuriating way that never matches the things he’s known for.
For half a second, the world narrows to instinct.
You almost shoot him.
You don’t because he doesn’t flinch.
Because his eyes aren’t wide with fear—they’re sharp with recognition.
“…You,” he says.
There’s no surprise in his voice. Just irritation. Like he’s found a scratch on something expensive.
Your jaw tightens. “Move.”
He doesn’t.
Instead, his mouth curves—barely—into something that makes heat crawl up your spine. Not amusement. Not friendliness.
The air between you turns electric, heavy with years of unspoken rivalry. You’ve never met him before, not face-to-face, but you know him. His work. His habits. The way he leaves nothing behind except rumors.
People compare you to him constantly.
You hate that.
You hate that he’s standing here, alive, breathing the same air, like he has a right to your space.
“Back off,” you say again, slower now.
Sunoo tilts his head, studying you like a puzzle he’s been waiting to solve. “Or what?”
Your finger tightens.
For a split second, you imagine it—how easy it would be. How clean. How final.
But he steps forward instead, and you realize something horrifying.
He’s not afraid of you.
“Don’t,” you warn.
“You won’t,” he replies calmly. “Not yet.”
That does it.
You lunge.
The fight is brutal, silent, efficient.
Guns are knocked aside first—calculated, intentional. You crash into him, shoulder to chest, sending both of you into the wall. The impact rattles the frame, but Sunoo recovers fast, elbow driving toward your ribs.
You block it. Counter. Grab his wrist.
He’s stronger than he looks.
That pisses you off more than it should.
“You always this sloppy?” you mutter, twisting his arm.
He hisses but grins anyway. “Only when I’m annoyed.”
He knees you hard. You stagger back, breath knocked loose, and he uses the opening to shove you into the kitchen island. Your back hits granite.
The hatred is raw now.
Years of comparison. Of whispers. Of clients asking why not him instead?
You swing again.
This time, he catches your fist.
Your hands lock. His grip is iron, warm, steady. You’re close enough to see the faint scar near his eyebrow. Close enough to smell gun oil and something clean beneath it.
For a moment, neither of you moves.
“You really don’t like me,” Sunoo says quietly.
You laugh, sharp and humorless. “I don’t even respect you.”
His eyes darken. “Liar.”
You shove him away harder than necessary.
“Get out of my way,” you snap. “I don’t care how many people you’ve killed. I’ll add you to the list.”
He straightens slowly, expression finally dropping its lightness. What replaces it is cold. Focused.
“Try.”
Silence crashes down.
Then—footsteps.
From the bedroom.
The target is awake.
You and Sunoo look at the closed door at the same time.
Both of you curse.
The kill is messy—not because either of you lacks skill, but because you’re tripping over each other, glaring, correcting, snapping under your breath.
“Left,” you hiss.
“I know,” Sunoo snaps back. “Don’t tell me how to do my job.”
“Then stop doing it wrong.”
He shoots you a look that promises murder later.
When it’s over, the room smells like blood and gunpowder. The body lies still. Final.
You wipe your blade clean, movements sharp, controlled.
Sunoo watches you.
“You fight like you’re angry at ghosts,” he says.
You don’t look at him. “You talk too much.”
“Yet you’re still here.”
You finally turn. “You’re in my way.”
“Am I?” he asks. “Because from where I’m standing, neither of us walks out clean if the other pulls the trigger.”
You hate that he’s right.
The standoff that follows is worse than the fight.
You sit across from each other at the kitchen table, weapons within reach, tension coiled so tight it feels like it might snap on its own.
“You think you’re better than me,” Sunoo says suddenly.
“I know I am.”
He laughs, sharp. “See, that’s what I like about you.”
Your glare could kill. “Don’t.”
“What?” he asks innocently. “Admire the competition?”
“I don’t compete,” you say. “I finish jobs.”
“Same here.” His gaze flicks over you, assessing. “Guess that makes this personal.”
The words hang between you, heavy.
Something shifts—not softens, but sharpens into something else. Awareness layered over hatred. Interest buried under resentment.
You stand abruptly. “We’re done. Leave.”
Sunoo doesn’t move.
Instead, he steps closer.
“You ever wonder,” he says quietly, “why they never send us after each other?”
Your breath catches despite yourself.
“No,” you lie.
He stops an inch away.
“Because they’re scared,” Sunoo continues. “Not of who would win.”
His eyes drop briefly—to your mouth. Then back up.
“But of what would happen if neither of us did.”
The space between you feels charged, dangerous.
You should push him away.
Instead, you grab his collar and slam him into the wall.
Hatred burns hot enough to feel like desire. His breath stutters—not in fear, but something else. Something answering.
“Say one more thing,” you growl, “and I swear—”
He grips your wrist, hard. “You’ll what?”
The challenge is unmistakable.
Your foreheads nearly touch. Your breathing is ragged now, control slipping, lines blurring between violence and something far worse.
For a moment, the world holds its breath.
Then Sunoo leans in, voice low. “Do it.”
The kiss—if it can be called that—is rough, angry, all teeth and heat. It’s a collision, not a confession. You shove him harder into the wall, and he doesn’t resist. He bites back, hand fisting in your shirt like he’s been waiting for this exact moment.
It doesn’t feel like surrender.
It feels like war.
And when the door finally closes behind you both, the rest of the night is left unspoken—claimed in darkness, breath, and the kind of fire that only enemies can make burn this bright.
The moment the heavy door clicks shut, you have him pressed against it, the solid wood groaning under the force. Your body pins his, all hard lines and muscle against his lean frame. The pretense of restraint is gone. The kiss deepens, turning from violent to hungry, from punishment to claiming. Your tongue invades his mouth, dominating, tasting the mint of his gum and the coppery tang of adrenaline. Sunoo doesn't just accept it; he arches into it, a soft, broken sound escaping his throat that's all surrender. His hands, which had been fisted in your shirt, slide up, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer, demanding more.
"Thought you were better than this," you manage to growl against his lips, tearing your mouth away just enough to speak, your breath hot and ragged. The words are meant to be an insult, but they come out rough, possessive.
His eyes, usually so sharp and mocking, are glazed with something you've never seen before. A dark, desperate need. "Maybe I'm just waiting for someone who can handle me," he breathes out, the challenge still there, but now it's laced with invitation. It's an offer you're more than willing to accept.
You spin him around, slamming his chest against the door this time. He grunts, the sound muffled by the wood, but he doesn't fight it. He braces his hands on the surface, pushing his ass back against you in a silent, obscene plea. Your hands are rough as they yank his black shirt up his torso, your fingers tracing the defined muscles of his back, feeling him shudder under your touch. The skin is warm, smooth, and alive. You lean in, your teeth scraping the nape of his neck, marking him. He gasps, his head falling forward, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat.
"You talk too much," you repeat your earlier insult, but this time your voice is a low murmur right against his ear. "Let's find something better for that mouth to do."
One hand stays splayed across his back, holding him in place, while the other moves around to the front of his tactical pants. The buckle is cold against your fingers, but the heat radiating from him is undeniable. You pop the button, the sound loud in the tense silence of the hallway. His breath hitches. You don't rush. You drag the zipper down slowly, teasingly, letting the metallic sound draw out the anticipation. You can feel the tremor that runs through his entire body, a reaction that has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with raw, unbridled want.
Your hand slips inside, past the waistband of his underwear, and your fingers wrap around his cock. He's already hard, thick and heavy in your palm, a testament to how much this is affecting him. You give him a slow, deliberate stroke, from base to tip, and he bucks against you, a choked-off moan tearing from his lips.
"Fuck," he whispers, his voice wrecked. "You... you asshole."
You smirk against his skin, giving his dick a firm squeeze. "That's not what you were calling me a minute ago." You pump him again, your thumb swirling over the head, smearing the bead of pre-cum that's gathered there. His hips start to move, a desperate, undulating rhythm, fucking himself into your hand. It's a power play, but he's the one losing control, and it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
The hallway floor is hard, unforgiving, but you don't care. You shove his pants and underwear down his thighs, leaving them pooled around his ankles. You kick his feet apart, widening his stance, exposing him completely. The sight is enough to make your own cock throb painfully in your jeans. Sunoo, the pristine, untouchable ghost, is bent over, exposed and wanting, all for you.
You don't bother with finesse. You spit on your fingers, the sound crude and intimate, and press one against his tight entrance. He tenses for a split second, a reflex, before forcing himself to relax, to open up. You push in, knuckle deep, and he groans, low and guttural. The heat of him is incredible. You work him open with a scissoring motion, stretching him, preparing him. You add a second finger, then a third, his body yielding to your intrusion. He's pushing back against your hand now, shameless in his need, his breath coming in ragged pants.
"Enough," he finally gasps, his voice strained. "Just... do it."
"Say please," you demand, your voice a low growl. You want to hear him beg. You want to strip away every last layer of his composure.
He hesitates, and for a moment you think he'll fight you. But then his head drops, his forehead resting against the cool wood of the door. "Please," he whispers, the word barely audible, but it's everything. It's surrender. It's victory.
You free your own cock, the relief of it almost overwhelming. You line yourself up, the head pressing against his slick, prepared hole. You don't enter him right away. You tease him, letting him feel the weight of you, the threat of it. He whimpers, a sound so uncharacteristic of the Kim Sunoo you thought you knew that it goes straight to your head, straight to your groin.
"Look at me," you command.
He turns his head, his cheek pressed to the door, his dark eyes locking with yours. They're wide, blown with lust, and a vulnerability that makes your chest ache. In this moment, he's not your rival. He's not a competition. He's yours.
And then you push inside.
The first thrust is slow, deliberate, a deep, steady pressure that sheathes you in his incredible heat. He's tight, so tight it almost hurts, but it's a pleasure so intense it borders on pain. You watch his face as you fill him, see the way his mouth falls open, the way his eyelids flutter shut. You don't stop until you're buried to the hilt, your hips flush against his ass.
You stay like that for a moment, savoring the feeling, the complete and total possession. Your hands grip his hips, your fingers digging into his flesh, sure to leave bruises. He's trembling, his entire body vibrating with the effort of holding still, of waiting for you.
"Move," he chokes out. "Fucking move, you sadistic—"
You cut him off with a sharp, hard thrust that knocks the air out of his lungs. And then you give him what he wants. You set a brutal pace, a punishing rhythm that's all about dominance and release. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the hallway, mingled with his broken moans and your own guttural grunts. It's raw, animalistic, a fuck fueled by years of resentment and a sudden, overwhelming attraction that neither of you can deny.
One of your hands snakes around to the front, finding his neglected cock. It's weeping, desperate. You wrap your fingers around it, matching the pace of your hips, stroking him in time with your thrusts. The dual stimulation is too much for him. His body bows, a choked cry tearing from his throat as he comes, spilling hot and thick over your fingers and the polished wood of the door.
His clenching, pulsing heat around your own cock sends you over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, you bury yourself inside him and let go, your orgasm ripping through you with the force of a tidal wave. You empty yourself into him, marking him from the inside out, a claim that's as permanent as the scars you both carry.
For a long moment, the only sound is your combined, ragged breathing. You're still inside him, still draped over his back, the sweat cooling on your skin. The reality of what you've done starts to sink in. You've crossed a line. You've burned a bridge. You've fucked your enemy in the hallway of a dead man's house.
You pull out slowly, and he hisses at the loss. You both straighten up, tugging clothes back into place with an awkward, unspoken silence. The air is thick with everything that hasn't been said. You can't look at him. You can't look at anything but the discarded shell casings on the floor, the dark stain spreading on the bedroom carpet.
Finally, you risk a glance at him. He's leaning against the wall, his face pale, his expression unreadable. But then he meets your gaze, and a slow, dangerous smile spreads across his lips. It's the same smirk he had when you first saw him, but now it's different. Now it's shared. Now it's a secret.
"Well," he says, his voice a little rough, a little shaky, but still unmistakably his. "That's one way to settle a dispute."
You can't help it. A laugh escapes you, sharp and surprising. "Don't get used to it."
His smile widens. "Too late."
The unspoken agreement hangs between you, heavier than any contract. This isn't over. This is just the beginning. As you both slip out into the pre-dawn darkness, disappearing into your separate shadows, you know with a certainty that chills you to the bone that the next time you meet, it won't be about a target. It'll be about this. About the fire you started, and the undeniable, explosive need to see just how brightly it can burn.
