Featuring : Jeon Jae-joon x Platonic!Daughter!Reader.
Summary : When Jae-joon receives an unknown mail, he doesnt know what horrifying things lie in the tiny pendrive he received.
TW : ATTEMPTED HARASSMENT, BAD LANGUAGE, EXPLETIVES, MENTIONS OF TORTURE, JAE-JOON COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNINGS, DARK THEMES.
Do not read if you feel uncomfortable with the above terms given.
The characters do not belong to me except the reader. This is an original plot idea do not steal or modify the scenario created down below.
Masterlist.
The kindergarten was hosting its annual photo day, and the atmosphere was light with the sound of giggling children. You, dressed in a pristine navy and white kindergarten uniform, were excited, twirling around as the teacher, Mr. Chu, organized the students into groups. However, there was something unsettling about the way his camera lingered, snapping photos at odd moments when no one else was paying attention.
Mr. Chu's behavior had always been peculiar, but today he seemed especially fixated, taking candid pictures of you and other little girls without any explanation. Unbeknownst to anyone, he stored these photos on a small, encrypted chip for his his own pleasure of viewing.
That evening, Jae-joon returned home after a long day, immediately lighting a cigarette as he stepped into the luxurious living room. When he noticed a small envelope on the coffee table with no sender, his curiosity piqued. He ripped it open to find a tiny chip pendrive inside, along with a letter reading,
'you are her real father, so i thought you should know about this.' - anonymous.
His curiosity rising even more, he took his tablet and inserted the tiny pendrive into the charging cable and took a seat on his lavish couch.
What he saw was horrifying to say the least.
There were minimum 100 inappropriate upskirt photos of countless young innocent girls from the kindergarten, including yours.
His cigarette dropped from his lips and into the glass of whiskey he was drinking along with.
His nose flared in silent rage as he browsed more and eventually stumbled upon a 2 minute video of you, to which he wated no time on clicking.
the video began with you running cutely towards the monkey bars with the camera following your pace.
To which Jae-joon smiled widely at your cute waddling but that quickly turned into a dangerous scowl when the camera panned up into your skirt from below as you climbed clumsily about the monkey bars and heard a deep chuckle from the video's audio.
His knuckles grew white with how tightly he was holding the tablet in his hand wanting to bash that bastard's face into shambles but his eyes softened when the in-video you turned around to wave cutely and happily at the camera and as you were about to get down, unbeknownst to you the camera again panned upskirt and Jae-joon caught a glimpse of your cute bear bloomers.
All he saw was red, as he stood up knocking away the glass of whiskey along with the submurged cigarette onto the glass table top.
Jae-joon seethed, how dare that pathetic excuse of a pervert commit such heinous crime and that too especially with you, his sweet babygirl?
He immediately removed the pendrive and threw it on the floor, enraged and growled mencingly
"Just wait you son of a bitch i'm coming to get you."
As he got into his lavish car speeding down the highway, there was only one motive he had and that was
To beat the absolute shit out of Mr. Chu and disfugure that fucker.
The Glory -> {Highschool AU} -> They find you crying
Requested: No
Kdrama: The Glory
Genre: Angst. Fluff?
Warnings: Mentions of bullying. No remorse. Swearing.
A/N: I absolutely do not condone anything that was presented in the kdrama. No one should ever bully others. This is all purely fiction.
Moon Dongeun
The nurses office was the most peaceful place Dongeun could describe of having - a place of care and rest compared to everyone other place she goes to.
But the reason why she is in the nurses room is never pleasurable.
When she opened her eyes and recognised the familiar blue drawn curtain of the nurses room, she felt relief as it meant that she was out of danger. But it also caused her to be alarmed as she began to recall her last memory.
She remembered gym class...Yeonjin and her other lackeys...and a dodge ball.
At the memory, her nose suddenly flared up in pain and she immediately groaned as she moved to touch it, to test its durability, before she heard a gasp on the other side of the curtain before it was suddenly ripped open and a bizarre sight greeted her.
You.
You were still dressed in your PE uniform, hair ruffled and face flushed, but what surprised her even more was the sheen of tears in your eyes as you took in Dongeun’s appearance before suddenly rushing to her side.
You grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly before moving to cup her cheek, your movement tender as you stroked her cheek in soothing circles, the sheen in your eyes only thickening before she watched a tear escapes, caressing down your cheek.
“You’re awake.” You breathed, your voice fragile as you remained transfixed on her face, seemingly wanting to memorize every inch of her face.
Dongeun immediately flushed from the attention.
She broke the eye contact and stared down at her lap instead. She tried to pull her hand out of yours, her palms suddenly feeling quite sweaty, but your tightening hold prevented her from doing so. She immediately crawled in self-consciousness, the flaring pain in her nose reminding her of her current lapse of weakness only offered by the one and only Park Yeonjin.
“How are you feeling? Are you okay? Can I call the nurse?”
Your voice was still so gentle, careful, as if she was a deer that was about to dart at the softest of noises. And quite frankly, she was half-tempted to.
She could only shake her head, glancing at your expression before looking back down at her lap, lip tucked into her teeth.
“...you should probably get back to class...” She finally whispered, glancing at your uniformed body before looking away again.
She heard a half choked laugh before she felt her hand being squeezed again before another hand landed on her forearm, gently caressing her skin.
“Class can wait. I told the nurse I wasn’t going anywhere until you woke up. She has written me a note. I’m staying here.”
She glanced back at you and saw your watery smile, tears trickling down your cheeks. A most paradoxical expression.
Dongeun wanted to send you off, to prevent you from getting into further trouble than what you probably were by staying by her side. But...the warmth of your palms against her arm and hand, the tender expression of your face despite the tears that were still writing...it made a small flutter in her chest which has only been increasing with the increased moments she had been sharing with you.
So, instead of dismissing you, she moved her hand to lace her fingers with yours, giving your a small squeeze before flashing a small, appreciative smile.
“Thank you for staying with me.”
And the smile in response was worth millions
Park Yeonjin
Tears were not a new occurrence, but...the disturbing factor to Yeonjin was the fact that she had not done anything yet to warrant tears from you.
You had clearly not heard her come in. You would have shot up to your feet by now, perhaps begin to cower and plead for Yeonjin not to do anything- not that she would listen. Yeonjin always did what she wanted, and there was nothing more pleasing to Yeonjin than seeing you are bundled in a corner, body folding over itself as she crept closer to you.
The rush of power she would feel when heard your whimpers, heard your pleas - they were simply intoxicating.
And yet seeing you on the floor, hands covering your face as you sobbed, it filled Yeonjin with a type of ice that froze every single living molecule in her body, causing her brain to buffer and splutter as she continued to stare at you.
Something was wrong, and Yeonjin had no idea what it was about.
The two of you were fortunate enough to be out of the vicinity of Yeonjin’s friends. She could only imagine the shrill voice of Hyejeong making fun of the situation, as well as Sara’s sarcastic sneers which would usually be followed by one of Yeonjin’s, although in the current moment, Yeonjin is quite certain she would not restrain herself from delivering a solid slap to her best friend’s face.
As your sobs rang in the storage room, an ugly feeling of that like rat began digging itself into Yeonjin’s chest, scurrying and ripping at her strings of composure as she tightened her hands into firsts as your breathing was becoming more erratic, almost in a sighing heave as she continued to gaze at her.
It was an ugly sound, one which she has never heard from you before, not even when she has been in your presence.
By chance, you happened to move your hands to wipe at the waterfall of tears streaming down your face, only to choke on a gasp the second your eyes landed on Yeonjin. You tumbled onto your backside, having already been kneeling on one of the exercise mats. She could see the growing terror in your eyes, and while she would have previously been excited at the sight, she could help but become depraved.
As she began to walk towards you, you started shuffling backwards, choked gasps of her name and pleas leaving your lips in a chaotic orchestra. It strained her ears, and yet she continued moving until she was crouching in front of you, one hand slapping against the wall you had cornered yourself against and the other gripping your jaw to keep your gaze on her.
Your body was frozen, and yet your breathing was erratic. Upon closer inspection, the redness and swollen puffiness of your eyes was a clear indicator of the long length of time you have been crying alone in the storage room, or even before then.
The ice that at encapsulated her mind shattered, instead becoming heated with a fiery wrath as Yeonjin tried to think of a possible cause for your distress. Her grip on your jaw tightened as she stared at you, awaiting an answer she was gritting to receive in order to...end this state you were in.
“Why are you crying?” She hissed, voice was low and dangerously calm, an yet her hand trembled as she continued to hold you, shying the inner bubbling of her fire in her chest. “Tell me who did this to you.”
Your trembling lips parted to speak, but no words came out. The way your body was shaking, the desperation in your eyes, it all mixed into something Yeonjin didn’t know how to handle. Her chest constricted in a way she hadn’t experienced before—not out of sympathy, but something... darker.
“Who. Did. This. To. You?”
Your breath was ragged, courtesy of her tears but most likely from her overbearing presence. But Yeonjin didn’t care. All she demanded to know was the cause of your turmoil. The person that was responsible for rendering you into such a pathetic state.
It had to be a person, Yeonjin could not think of anything other reason. But that thought only continued to enrage her. Someone touching you, hurting you...a dark feeling began to overcome her as her impatience flared at the lack of an answer. And her anger clearly showed, as your jaw quivered in her hold, along with her body tensing even more. She bared her teeth in frustration.
“If you don’t tell me in the next fucking second, I swear that I will-”
You had moved so quickly. You moved with the speed of a viper pouncing on its prey, and Yeonjin couldn’t help but feel caught like a wandering forest rabbit as your arms squeezed around her waist, clutching her with a certain tight desperation that left you trembling against her body. .
Yeonjin couldn’t move at first. For a moment, the world felt still. Yeonjin could hear her heartbeat in her ears, her breathing becoming shallow as she gazed down at your head as you pressed it into chest - hiding your obvious shame for embracing her in such a pathetic manner.
...And yet Yeonjin dared not push you away.
Ever so slowly, her arms moved to wrap around you. Her hands barely grazing the fabric of your clothes, an uncertainty in her actions which were even foreign to her. But as she felt your trembling body under her hands, the warmth of your body despite the frozen state of your limbs... Yeonjin's couldn’t help but tighten her grip.
Her arms wound tighter around you until it was as though she was trying to pull you into her very bones. Her chest pressed against yours, the heat of her body mingling with the ice she felt in her veins. She could feel the erratic rise and fall of your breathing against her, the way your hands clung to the back of her shirt as though you were afraid she might slip away.
You were being so pathetic and clingy...and yet a twisted sense of glee began to replace that rat in her chest. The way you were clinging to her, hugging her... she was what you needed in this current moment.
And that feeling was indescribable.
So instead of saying anything else to provoke any thought between the two of you, she just held you. Her fingers traced your back slowly, methodically, unlike her own heightened heartbeat as she slowly settled next to you against the wall, pulling you until you were laying against her in her lap.
You didn’t say anything, nor did Yeonjin. And for that moment, for one purposefully filled desire for both of you...neither let go.
Jeon Jae-jun
Jaejun has never, for one moment, felt fury when he saw you. To him, you were the only colorful thing worth seeing. In his otherwise monochromatic life, you give him a sense of excitement, a glimpse of normality he has never been surrounded by, not even when he is hanging out with Yeonjin and the others, or even with his parents on the odd occasions when they are home.
And yet the only thing he wanted to do when he saw you was to rip someone’s head off.
Aside from the two of you, not many would escape to the roof during the school break or after hours, either more determined to run home for the much anticipated built up freedom, or because of the more interesting, ground worthy corners of the school.
Not that it bothered him. He liked the peacefulness that came with being on the roof. Something about the breeze in his hair, ruffling gently while he would survey whatever landscape was available to his gaze - it was relaxing. And for some odd reason, he has always has found some enjoyment of heights. He liked the feeling it gave him - like he was an all empowering god of the world, it being right at his fingertips to control.
A juvenile thought, obviously, but a man can dream. He knows that one day he will have his name on billboards and engraved in every skyscraper in the ever growing city. It was in his blood to be great, as reminder by his father.
He was set for life already, and he was just going to enjoy the ride of it. Of course, with some company.
You may not quite know it yet, but Jaejun does not plan to let you wander away. Like he said before, you were different. No one has held his attention like you, not even Yeonjin, with her sexy body, plump lips, and enticing gaze - he understands why guys throw themselves at her feet.
Hell, he has enjoyed every taste he has had with her so far.
But his tastes have shifted. He craved a different flavor now. One which was a rarity, an enticing tease that made him work for it.
And not even a pissed off Yeonjin would detract him from his new obsessions - you.
But when he arrived at the roof and saw your tears, he was about read to rip someone’s head off. You always had such a pretty face, but tear streaks did not suit you. You cheeks were flushed and your endless wiping was doing little of easing the waterfall. You barely acknowledged him when he stormed over to you. In fact, you seemed to cry even more when he grabbed your wrists to pull them away from your face, forcing you to look at him.
“What happened?”
Your lips trembled, your head shaking as you refused to give him an answer. He damn near wanted to throttle you. How the hell was he supposed to help you if you wouldn’t tell him what was wrong? He growled and shook your wrists, another sob leaving your lips which made him growl even more in frustration.
“Stop crying and tell me what the hell happened!”
You only shook your head, refusing eye contact, and he all but threw your wrists back to you. Dammit, he wanted to punch something. He swung his fists in the air as he paced away from you, cursing under his breath. He had half the mind to just storm back into the building and to beat up any soul he found in the corridor, but that would not help anyone - not him and not you.
He was half tempted to ask if you crying had anything to do with Yeonjin, but that was a territory which would lead to conflicted feelings, and not even he had the energy to mess with that bitch.
He turned back to look at you, your body looking so small as you pressed yourself against the wall, almost hoping to camouflage into the background. It pissed him off. But what pissed him off even more was the fact that you were still crying and looking all scared.
What did you have to be scared about with him?
He marched back towards you, noticing your flinch at his approach. But he didn’t say a word as he pulled you away from the wall and into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You body was warm but frozen, but he ignored it as he moved to cradle your head, his other arm wrapped around your waist.
He didn’t say a word. Neither did you. But he felt a small victory when cautious arms wrapped around his back before tightening like a python around its prey, your sobs muffled as you pressed your face into his shoulder. You trembled, but he kept his hold on you tight.
If this is what he had to do to get a name, then so bet it. You’ll understand that he will annihilate anyone who makes you cry - everyone can be damned to hell for daring to disrupt your peace.
Most importantly - your peace with him
Lee Sara
It is not an odd sight to see you cry. You cried quite easily and very often, Sara has simply learned to tolerate it and apply some...persuasion to get you to stop.
Yet this time seemed to be a bit different. Not in how you were crying, but rather the why.
You had all but sprinted at the end of the evening service and it did not take her long to find you locked up in a cubicle in the ladies bathroom. The loud sobs were obviously yours and she almost scoffed at the sound of them, but she was perplexed at the reason while she locked the door to prevent anyone else finding you in this state.
Her father’s message was powerful this evening. Holy, rejuvenating, and persuading. And yet you were affected by it in a negative way. Sara could only stare at the cubicle door for a few moments, the service replaying in her head to try find a particular moment which could have set you off, before she knocked on the door.
“Open up.”
Your sobs froze at the sound her voice and Sara only knocked again on the door, a bit harder this time.
“Open up. Now.”
There was a silence, interrupted by muffled sniffles from the other side. It was only the two of your in the bathroom and yet it feeling smaller and smaller the longer Sara kept staring at the door separating the two of you. Irritation pricked at her skin.
“Open up or I swear to the all the holy -”
The sound of a click interrupted her threat, the cubicle door slowly moving until she finally pushed it open to take in the sight. You were sitting on the toilet seat with your knees up, your arms hugging them to your body while tears streaked down your cheeks.
She furrowed at the sight. It was not the tears that perplexed her, but the sheer conflict your seemed to have in your eyes. You looked terrified, and she didn;t understand why. Even when she stepped into the cubicle, your expression didn’t shift. In fact, you moved to tuck your face into your knees before she all but batted your legs down to the floor before cupping your face and forcing you to look at her.
“What is the matter?”
She wanted to get to the bottom of it. It was unlike you to escape so rapidly as you did. Sure, she forced you to come to the service with her, but you played the excellent role of the polite and respectful student who is Sara’s new ‘friend’, therefore tonight’s antics were completely out of character.
“I...I...”
The terror in your eyes only seemed to increase and Sara could only tighten her grip on your face as she felt you trying to pull away. You were trying to avoid eye contact but she would not stand for it.
Without hesitation, she moved so that she was straddling your lap, her nose brushing against yours which only seemed to make you more panicked but made Sara more enforcing as she kept her eyes locked with yours in a dead stare.
“What. Is. Wrong?” She demanded, her nails slightly digging into your skin as a warning.
She wanted the truth. And she wanted it now.
You looked like you all but wanted to sink into the ground to avoid answering her, but you knew Sara well enough that she was not going to let this go. So your lip only trembled as you began to speak, tears still trailing down your cheeks at a rapid rate.
“I...I shouldn’t be here. It isn’t right for me to be here with your...dad preaching everything he does when I’m...I’m...”
You paused, lip trembling tremendously. Sara dug her thumbs into your cheek bones.
“You’re what?”
Your cheeks felt warm under her palms, and she noticed the lushness of them which kept getting redder with each passing second while you glanced away in seemingly shame.
“When I’m...h-having thoughts...b-bad thoughts...about his daughter.”
Sara’s lips parted at your words, a stunned buzz under her skin before it slowly curled into a dark, pleased fire that began to crawl through her body. She shifted in her position on your lap, the movement making you gasp as your eyes returned to her dead stare once again, immediately noticing the curve of her lips.
“What bad thoughts?” She queried, an innocent lilt to her voice. “Tell me, what are you thinking about?”
“I...I...”
You looked panicked, like a trapped mouse in a cage with a cat. And Sara purred at the thought. She is an excellent cat. She leans in, pressing her forehead to yours, her breath warm and steady.
“You’re not supposed to hide things from me,” she murmured, tilting her head to watch your face. “If you’re having thoughts about me, then you better tell me. Otherwise I will have to find out the truth in more...creative ways.”
Choi Hyejeong
Hyejeong immediately froze when she saw you sitting on the bench outside, tears spilling down your cheeks. She felt her stomach drop.
What had happened? Were you hurt? Did someone do something to you?
Hyejeong headed over to you, her heart tightening when she saw you glance up at her approach, eyes red and lip trembling as you watched her get closer to you. You didn’t say a word as she stopped in front of you, instead wiping at your eyes in an attempt to cease the never-ending tears.
“… What happened?” She asked, crouching down in front of you, her eyes transfixed on your face.
Her heart was pounding, an ache in it as she continued to see the sorrow on your face. There were many expressions she enjoyed seeing on your face, but she detested seeing you crying. You usually were quite stable headed, having a tight grip on your emotions.
So something had to have happened to cause you to cry, or someone must have done something.
You began muttering something under your breath as you cried, Hyejeong straining to hear what you were saying, only to freeze when she recognized three words.
Yeonjin, Sara, and Dongeun.
You looked at her as if she was a crook who had their hand caught in a purse, your eyes gleaming accusingly and yet with sorrow as she stared slack-jawed at you.
“How could you...how could the three of you be so cruel...?” You hiccuped, wiping at your eyes once again.
Hyejeong immediately felt like she had been punched, a hollowing feeling erupting in her stomach as she reached out to touch your hand, only for you to pull it away.
“Y/N, what did they-”
“Like you wouldn’t know?”
You stood up from the bench and Hyejeong hurried to her feet. Tears were falling to the concrete like raindrops from the sky, and yet a more furious expression formed on your face, a storm threatening to burst from the heavens.
“Why can’t you all just leave Dongeun alone? She has never done anything wrong...and yet you guys...you guys just-”
A sob broke away again from your lips and Hyejeong reached out again to touch you, to try comfort you, and yet you batted her away again.
“I can’t right now. I can’t see you. Just...just go.”
The words hit Hyejeong like a punch. The finality behind them, the edge of your words just made her hands clench at her sides. She had no clue what you were referring to, she had an extra lesson after school so she was unable to join Sara and Yeonjin...but clearly they did something which you saw...and now you were assuming she was a part of it.
She reached out to you again.
“Y/N, just listen to me-”
“No.”
This time you stepped out of her reach, your lip trembling but a furious glare in your eyes making Hyejeong freeze from the intensity.
“Hyejeong...just go. I just...I just can’t bare even looking at you right now.”
You whipped your head around and then stormed off, leaving her behind in a stunned silence. All she did was watch you retreat, a harsh ache in her heart as her head began to whirl with her imagination, of the terror induced nightmare of what this possibly meant right now. And how you viewed her.
MY BABY LIVES IN SHADES OF COOL; jeon jae-joon / reader
PART ONE.
You’d sipped, laughed, socialized. That’s when it happened. That cosmic sort of pull only two stars on a collision course can have, doomed to burn each other down to ash. No matter what turn you’d taken or conversation sparked, it all led back to him.
The young owner, the heir, the star on the collision course.
steam rises from the hot tub, and it fills the cool air as you step onto the terrace of jae-jun's penthouse.
seoul is shining below and afar with a wave of lights that makes everything feel distant and unreal. jae-jun is already in the water behind you with his shoulders tense.
maybe, it is frustration.
he glances up at you, his eyes dark as he gestures for you to join him.
"come here," he says, voice nearly snapping as if you were supposed to read his mind, "i need you tonight."
things like this... like sex... are apart of the job description with jaejun... perv.
you slip out of your robe, the fabric pooling at your feet as you ease into the bubbling warmth. you're naked, something expected of you when you're working as his assistant overnight.
the jets pulse against your skin, sending ripples across your body as you settle beside him.
he's closer than usual, his muscular thigh brushing yours under the water.
"yeon-jin cut me off, that bitch," he mutters, his hand finding your waist almost immediately. the way his fingers digging in your skin feels like he is trying to hold you as a shield, as a way for him to not accept reality around him, "she dropped me like I am not the fucking father of her child.. but you… you get it, don't you?'
you nod, knowing you didnt have a choice but to say yes.
your heart picks up as his touch lingers on your body. as his assistant, you've seen him unravel before with deals gone wrong, and late nights where he brings in random women as you work on the laptop. however, this tension feels different since it feels like he is going for his second best thing... which is you.
jaejun's hand slides up your side, cupping your breast through the thin barrier of water, thumb circling your nipple until it hardens.
you give out a light whimper, almost unheard, as the the heat of the tub amplifies everything in your nervous system. the the liquid laps at your skin like a lover's tongue.
the businessman pulls you onto his lap, the water sloshing around you both as you turn to straddle him with your legs.
quickly, you feel his cock already stiffening against your core as he stretches you out, thickly without warning.
"fuck, y/n," he groans, his mouth crashing into yours.
the kiss is all teeth, nothing coordinated as if he's trying to drown his anger in you.
you kiss back, hands threading through his wet hair, pulling him closer.
the city lights flicker in your peripheral vision, but it's the water that consumes you now. jae-jun's hands roam, one gripping your ass to grind you against him, the other trailing up your throat.
he breaks the kiss, eyes locking on yours, and his fingers wrap around your neck firmly but not crushing.
"you like that?" he whispers, squeezing just enough to make your breath pause in your esophagus.
the pressure sends a thrill straight to your pussy, getting wet into the wet hot tub as you gasp, nodding rapidly against the tension of his hand.
he tightens his hold lightly, controlling your air as he rocks his hips up into your pussy, with his tip lightly kissing your cervix.
the water churns with your movements, splashing over the edges, warm droplets cascading down your back. the way the liquid clings to your skin does heighten every sensation, and it makes you feel utterly exposed to the man in front of you.
out of nowhere, jaejun removes his hand to dip his head to suck on your collarbone, then lower, capturing your nipple between his teeth while his hand moves back up to press against your pulse.
"breathe for me," he commands, loosening his grip for a second, letting you gulp in air before tightening again. all of this is making your head spin as your pussy throbs, slick with more than just the tub's heat.
you grind down harder, feeling his cock stretching you as the jets pulse against your joined bodies.
jaejun's strong hips snapping up rhythmically with the water splashing wildly over your breasts, down your thighs, and into your mouth as you moan.
"that's it, my little assistant. take it all for your boss," he growls, with his fingers flexing against your neck, cutting off your breath in short bursts.
you see stars, not from the city below but from the rush and the way that his cock fills your hole just perfectly.
feeling your high coming you start to ride him faster with waves forming around you as you bounce. jaejun's cock hits deep, pounding against that spot that makes your toes curl under the water.
jae-jun's control slips as he releases your throat from his left hand to grab both hips, slamming you down harder. as your clit grinds against his pelvis, you can feel his veins pulsing against your clenching inner walls.
"come for me, sweetheart," he demands, one hand returning to your throat, squeezing as his thrusts grow erratic and out-of-beat.
your vision narrows as your orgasm crashes through you. you clench around him, milking his cock at the same rhythm with the tub's jets.
jaejun follows seconds later with hot cum flooding you and easing out into the hot tub water.
summary ➳ you’re way worse than yeonjin personality-wise, but jaejun couldn’t care less when you treat him better than she ever did, even when you’re also married and may or may not just be using him.
pairings ➳ jeon jaejun x male reader
warnings ➳ nsfw content, foul language, top!reader, bottom!jaejun, probably ooc jaejun, infidelity, mafia!toxic!reader, consumption of nicotine and alcohol, marking, possessiveness, unprotected sex, rough couch sex, pet names, choking, overstimulation, dacryphilia, shotgunning, cock warming, sir kink, jealousy, brief burn kink, mentions of murder, manipulation
The scent of sex and alcohol combines together in the dimly lit room, orange hues casting shadows on furnitures as the sound of gasps and whimpers fill the arousing atmosphere. Two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey as expensive as diamonds laid on the table, now entirely ignored by the sole persons who had previously been drinking it to no end. Photographs, which seems to have been taken in secret, scattered alongside them in random orders; one in particular captured Park Yeonjin entering Siesta Luxury Shop.
“Stay still, ‘jun. Wouldn’t want me to get more angry, do you?” You ordered, lowly and warningly, gripping the trembling man’s hips with one hand and narrowing your eyes.
Jaejun shakes, gasping when you forced him to properly sit on your lap, prepped hole stretched to the brim and completely filled by your thick and long cock. He leans back on your chest and holds both of your thighs in a death grip, biting his lower lip to contain himself from moving. You hum quietly in a pleased manner against his ear that had him nearly squirming, throwing his head back to rest it on your shoulder and revealing the hickeys littered around his neck.
Your hand that was previously on his hip moves up to trail your fingers against the purple bruises and love bites you created yourself, amusement glinting in your eyes when he shivered. “You look really pretty all marked up like this. Perhaps, you could go out with your little friends sometime with all these visible so they’ll know just who exactly you fuck behind their backs.” The humiliation in your tone makes Jaejun flush as a quiet whimper escapes his throat, trying to hide his red face by burying it on the crook of your neck. The lack of his usual arrogance and cockiness gives you a surge of pride and ego, striking you further with arousal and lust.
Jeon Jaejun was by all means not a man without power. He’s always got the upper hand, whether in business or personal matters, and didn’t like having no control over the people or situation itself. He’s been an influential figure since he was young, growing up with golden spoon being fed to him by his wealthy parents who couldn’t be bothered to teach him basic human decency, which build him up to look down upon those who didn’t get a luxury to be like him. Inevitably, it built an excessive belief within himself that there’s just no one more superior and powerful, that he’d always be on top controlling and ordering people around.
But then, you came in and shattered everything he believed in with just few flicks of your hand.
Park Yeonjin’s older brother who’s got a long history of rivalry with Yeonjin herself, everyone was shocked to find out your influence and power exceeded that of theirs with many successful businesses and connections that goes beyond anyone’s imagination, grinning tauntingly at your own sister and proudly mocking her lack of capabilities in building things for herself without your mother’s help. You were quite the mysterious man, a conventionally attractive individual that had respectful manners and sultry eyes which had an unknown glint that pulls people in. A certain confidence to the way you present yourself, cool and collected demeanour surrounding your every being with pride and ego evident but not too much to appear narcissistic. You give off a high-class, elegant, well-mannered, intimidating wealthy man at first glance with multiple tattoos inked to your skin, several piercings, and a scent of expensive woody cologne mixed with slightest hint of cigarettes.
You’re the type of person who everyone will know at first glance that held a lot of power more than anyone could possibly imagine, your atmosphere giving off a silent warning to those who are foolish enough to even consider you as an enemy. There’s a certain look in your eyes that just intimidates people to submit to your doings, forcibly putting them in their places — below you, that is — and making them stay there regardless of status. You held the lives of those around you in the palm of your hand from how much power you had on society. Terrifyingly, you had done it all by yourself without help from Hong Yeong-ae, which spoke volumes of your capabilities and accomplishments.
It’s simply impossible to have control over you, Jaejun learned it the hard way.
Besides, how could he take it back when it feels utterly good being claimed and controlled by you?
“I— fuck, sir—” Jaejun cursed, feeling desperate for friction when staying still became harder as time pass by. He tilts his head sideways with a moan when you nibble on his jaw, kissing sweetly on the spot before biting down.
“It’s only been fifteen minutes, ‘jun. Quit it.” You mutter against his ear, bringing your hand to press on his stomach that had him twitching and squeezing around you. “Feel that? Got my cock nice and warm in there, doin’ such a good job of it.” You chuckled under your breath and brought a cigarette to your lips, inhaling the intoxicating nicotine.
Tears brim in Jaejun’s eyes due to desperation, eagerly accepting the smoke exhaled from your mouth when you leaned in and closing the distance to taste your lips. You quickly slipped your tongue in his mouth, exploring and rubbing his tongue with yours, making his head cloud with pleasure. He was forced to break the kiss when you suddenly thrusted your hips up and pulled a loud moan out of him, your name tumbling down from his mouth.
“shit, fuck— please,” He pleaded quietly and arched his back to cause a little friction.
You teasingly smirk at him, “I don’t know, love. Should I really fuck you? You’ve already fucked someone else this morning, after all.” Pressing kisses on his bare neck and shoulder, you held him down with one hand to keep him from fucking himself.
Jaejun shakes his head rapidly, “Didn’t— I didn’t even fuckin’ enjoyed it, fuck! Just please please, let me have it, sir.”
You let out a low chuckle, uncaring of his growing urge to pleasure himself, too comfortable with the warmth surrounding your cock. “Why fuck someone when you don’t even enjoy it, then? You and I both know how much you love getting your guts rearranged like a fuckin’ bitch by me.” You brought the cigarette back to your lips and inhaled the smoke, holding it in your lungs for a second before releasing it, the routine feeling somewhat therapeutic.
The male gritted his teeth and grasped your left hand in his shaking one to bite on the ring finger as a slightest bit of rebellion, trying his best to shoot you a glare. “F-fucking asshole… ngh! M’gonna fuckin’ ask you the same.”
There’s jealousy evident in his tone and you glanced down at your finger that he bit, only then remembering the silver wedding ring graciously wrapped around it. “Ahh, almost forgot. Haven’t seen her for a long time, do you think she misses me?” Jaejun bites back a retort at your amused face, knowing you were only saying it to get a rise out of him, yet he still can’t help the prickle of pain that struck his heart and squeezed his chest.
You’re such a fucking asshole, even more than him, and he hated it. But he could never bring himself to despise you no matter what, not when you hold him so dearly every-time you see each other, as if you were married to him.
Your amused expression falls when he doesn’t answer and you thrust your hip up roughly, pulling a startled moan out of him as you grip his jaw in a slightly painful way. “You’re in no place to ignore me, Jaejun. You’re the one that started this in the first place, calling my sister over to your shop when I told you not to. What’s wrong with me talking a little about my wife?”
The displeasure in your eyes make chills run up his spine and causes several apologies to spill from his lips, not wanting to disappoint you more and end up being thrown away for your trophy wife just because he failed to be good. He knew there’s no one better than him out there, but you’re always capable of throwing him away to find someone else that suits your taste more. After all, you only wanted him in the first place because he belonged to your despicable little sister. Even he was not special in your eyes.
Your eyes soften at the small panic in his apologetic voice, sliding your hand up to rest your palm on his cheek instead and rolling your hips to stimulate his aching cunt. Jaejun’s apologies quiet down, whimpering and moaning softly at the pleasure you were finally giving him.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby. m’just pissed it looks like you don’t know you belong to me now.” You nipped at his shoulder before harshly biting down, making Jaejun groan and jerk in pain. You licked the blood that seeped out, your cock twitching inside him at the taste. “You’re already mine, ‘jun. Not Yeonjin’s, and definitely not Hyejeong’s.”
Jaejun trembled at the possessiveness in your tone, whining desperately as his warm hole clamps down on your cock in arousal. It turned him on how tight you had a grip on him, the thought of not being able to escape your hold bringing a new sense of euphoria within his body.
Have you ever even treated your wife this way? Anyone could see in business gatherings how uninterested you are despite being tied down to her, the nonchalance, neutrality in your eyes and certain coldness in the way you speak to her, as if reminding her of her place, putting a clear image in people’s head. Jaejun almost pitied your wife in a way, being married to someone as cruel as you.
You thrusted your hips in an angle that rubbed against his prostate and Jaejun cries out, before you completely pulled out and shoved him down face first on the sofa without giving him time to process. Jaejun’s breath hitches when the smell of nicotine nears him, fear and lust evident in his eyes as he takes in the sight of your cigarette few inches away from his shoulder. He stays still in spite of knowing your intention, breathing hard as excitement rushed through his veins.
“You know this very well, baby. I’ll kill anyone who’d dare steal you away from me,” You grin devilishly and lean down, pulling him slightly up by his throat to expose his collarbones. Jaejun hisses and groans loudly when the cigarette burned his skin, precum leaking out of his cock as he jerked his hips on the rough material of the sofa. “and I’ll kill you if you ever try to run away from me.”
“f-fuck—! jesus christ,” He whimpered, feeling the burn sting and worryingly so fucking turned on by your threat.
Holding his shoulder down with one hand, you slipped your hard cock back into his hole again and shoved it all in without warning, ripping out a loud cry of your name from Jaejun’s throat. “Fuuuuck, so tight.” You cursed, licking your lips before beginning to thrust your cock in and out without waiting for him to adjust.
“w-wait—! I can’t— ohhh, oh my god!” Jaejun grips on the leather couch tightly as he moaned, electricity sparkling in his head and pleasure clouding his mind.
“Your hole’s so tight every-time I mark you up with my cigarette,” You murmured against the skin on his nape. Just as anticipated, your teeth sink in few seconds later to leave another mark that had Jaejun gasping, tightening more around you if that was possible.
“ho— holy shit! aughh—! more, fuckfuckfuck—! please,” He begged while arching his back, which you willingly fulfilled, sharply snapping your hips to assault his prostate and gummy walls.
Jaejun looked so pretty and handsome covered in your marks, countless hickeys and love bites decorating his neck, chest, nape, and back, his black robe deeming useless as it barely hung on his body. He’s nothing but helpless under you; a moaning mess who can’t do anything except take what you give, tears streaming down his cheeks as he attempted to stay coherent. His efforts are useless, of course. He’s already becoming a dumb bitch for your dick.
You slipped your hand to his throat while keeping your pace, grunting in his ear and chuckling breathlessly. “If you want me to get rid of my wife, just say the word and I’ll do it.” You whispered, making Jaejun shiver. “Unlike my bullshit of a sister, I’m not afraid to make you officially mine.”
Your words dig into his brain yet he couldn’t muster up a coherent response from all the euphoria he felt, drool dripping down his chin as all he could do was moan and whine and scream your name. He scratches against the sofa in attempt to ground himself, but failing to do so as your thrusts kept hitting every right spot, his eyes almost rolling back into his skull.
“Can’t speak properly now? Have I fucked you dumb, baby?”
“yes— yesyesyes, fuck, there— fuckin’ good!” Jaejun sobbed, his body trembling.
His tears looked so pretty on his fucked-out face. Jaejun rarely ever cries, and it made you fucking egotistical how you can easily do it with just few thrusts of your hips. His arrogance was your most favourite thing about him, but only because you get to ruin it and reduce him into nothing but your bitch. It’s amusing, really. The humiliation he gets makes him feel so ashamed, but you knew well enough that Jaejun could never handle being away from you. You had him completely under your grasp, all you had to do is just pamper him with affection and whisper love and false promises to his ear.
There’s nothing you love more than having control over Jaejun. How easily he fell into your trap, how he doesn’t realise he was being used against Yeonjin, how putty he becomes in your arms with just few words. You found him foolish yet was addicted to his presence and can’t be bothered to let go. It’s laughable how you feel overprotective of him enough that whoever flirts with Jaejun turns up dead the next day under mysterious circumstances. You had a bit of a problematic habit of burying your enemies to the ground, not like Jaejun even knows.
“fuck, ‘jun…” You groaned, “Whose bitch are you again? Will you remind me, baby?”
“Yours!” Jaejun cried out as he feels his orgasm approaching and intertwines his hand with yours that wasn’t holding his throat, as if not clinging to you would pain him. “shitshitshit, oh my god—! m’yours, fuck! Jus’ yours, sir, promise!” He babbled, mind-fucked.
“Good, you know your place well.” You praised and suddenly squeezed his arteries, making Jaejun gasp as his cock twitched against the sofa, stars sparkling in his vision. “I’m the only one allowed to fuck you like this, hear me? You fuck around again n’ I’ll make sure those losers can’t see a day anymore.” You thrusted sharply and Jaejun sobs. “That includes my fucking sister.”
“oh— aghhnn-! fuck, yes, only you— oh fuck, oh fuck, so close— sir—!” He mumbles, the coil in his stomach tightening. “please let me cum, sir. please, pleaseplease,” He chokes up.
The corner of your lips pull up to form a pleased smirk, tightening your hold on Jaejun’s throat and cutting off his airway that caused him to clench around you and squirm. “Good boy. Cum.” You ordered almost authoritatively, and as if that’s the only push he needed, Jaejun’s mouth fall open in a silent scream as he reached his climax, eyes rolling back into his skull.
You groan at the extra tightness and maintain your pace, helping him ride out his orgasm, Jaejun’s body violently shaking from the immense pleasure with white clouding his vision. Jaejun whimpered your name when you continued to move and peppered kisses on his back. His thighs quivered from overstimulation. He was entirely blissed out, hazy eyes unfocused, soft whines and mewls falling from his lips.
However, the gentle moment doesn’t last long as you pulled your cock almost all the way out and suddenly slammed it all in, Jaejun letting out a startled scream and staining the leather underneath with another rope of white cum.
“We’re not finished,” You whispered darkly against his ear and grinned at his pale face, gripping his hips so tight to leave a bruise. “I haven’t cum yet, dog. It’s rude to finish without letting your owner cum, you know.”
“W-wait— FUCK!”
You shoved him down when he attempted to crawl up, burying yourself deeper into his guts. You licked your lips and propped one of your legs up to prepare for a much better fucking.
“I fucking love you, Jaejun, you know that? So let me use you and make me cum, yeah? Then, you can spend the whole day here with all my cum still inside you. What do you say?”
You really hated vanilla — after all, what’s the point of sex if you can’t use the other to chase your own pleasure?
“……Please.”
You smiled, “Good boy.”
Cigarette in between your fingers and addictive smoke exiting your mouth, you tilt your head with curiosity and observation. The woman before you remain unfazed despite the clear disturbed look in her eyes at your resemblance with Park Yeonjin, the indifference — almost psychopathy — in your emotionless eyes aligning with her memory of the terrible bully. It’s like staring at a ghost that had something inhumane within.
“You must’ve planned this well,” You cast a glance at all the evidence of Yeonjin’s pathetic attempt at keeping her relevance by hurting those below her standard. “The bitch’s hard to keep up with, I can’t say I’m not impressed by your determination.”
Joo Yeojeong, the plastic surgeon that accompanied her out of concern, seemingly looked surprised by your antagonistic attitude to your own blood. Moon Dongeun doesn’t seem to be the case as she barely reacted, probably having already investigated you although it isn’t unknown that you have a personal vendetta against your family member.
You’re quite open to the public of your distaste to your good-for-nothing family, often answering the questions about them with too much passive-aggressiveness that everyone easily caught up on. Simply an outstanding individual that built up businesses from zero all on your own and created great reputation among the best businessmen and women without a single mention of any family member, there were rumours of the possibility that either they’re deceased or you had a fall out, and you took that to your advantage. By laying out warnings that even your family wouldn’t be forgiven had they ever cross you, you established power and authority among many influential figures and anyone alike.
Dongeun has researched you well enough to know hatred wasn’t exactly the word to describe your perspective of Yeonjin. It’s more than distaste, rivalry, detestation, loathe, or anything.
You, quite simply, wanted Yeonjin gone.
Is it psychopathy? Derangement? Mania? Insanity? Not knowing the cause of your behaviour never fails to send chills down her spine, your questionable morals and unpredictability nothing but unsettling and sinister more than your sister’s. Luckily, Yeojeong’s there to keep her nerves at ease.
“I’m not here to chat,” She says, voice wavering.
“Obviously not.” You reply indifferently, crossing your leg over the other and inhaling a smoke, blowing it over your shoulder.
Good manners, Dongeun takes a mental note.
“I’m asking for your understanding in advance,” She stated, watching your nonchalant expression slightly shift as you raise your brows. “I don’t want to run into unpredictable problems while executing my revenge. I know my place, I’ll be unsuccessful if you happen to dislike any other people going against Yeonjin. You’ve got quite the reputation in black organisations.”
She takes out another see-through file and slides it to you across the table, an amused scoff escaping your mouth at the sight of your gang’s symbol — a grim reaper, with snake circling it, holding a scythe — on the upper section of the document. Her investigation skills were impressive, to say the least. No one knows about your side job with an exception of certain people.
Deep, raspy chuckle rumbles from your throat and your companions resisted the urge to shiver. What an odd sight it was, an intrigued grin plastered over your previously blank face.
“Great observation, eh? I’m definitely that kind of type.” You shrug, “But I can assure you, I don’t give a damn about whatever you do to her. I found it ridiculous that she’s become so cocky and self-righteous these past years when Ha Doyoung and Hong Yeong-ae are the only reason she’s still relevant, and the latter’s already losing a thing to be prideful of. Imbeciles like them deserves to be put in their places.”
Yeojeong perks up at that. “Wait, does that mean…?”
“You have my blessing to make Park Yeonjin’s life a living hell,” You smirked.
Dongeun observes your body language; a deeply comfortable and relaxed demeanour with not a single ounce of remorse or guilt that you’re practically sending your own sister to an execution site. “You’re surprisingly easy to convince,” She commented.
Amusement glints in your eyes, almost accompanied by mockery as you chuckled. “Don’t give yourself too much credit, Ms. Moon. I’ve already been making Yeonjin’s life fall apart and I’m allowing you to join in. There wasn’t much convincing.”
“Why do you want Park Yeonjin’s downfall that much?” Yeojeong questioned curiously. “I thought your blood is still your blood even when you don’t see eye to eye all the time.”
You brought the cigarette to your lips and smiled, almost sinisterly, while tilting your head, an unsettling look more clearer in your eyes as you stared into their soul. “I kill people for a living, what makes you think I’ll have mercy on people who had long lost their purpose and significance in my life?”
Dongeun’s hands trembled under the table. Yeojeong swallowed thickly, the serial killer who had ruined his life before entering his mind all of a sudden due to the remote resemblance.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” As if you hadn’t been talking so cruelly about your family, an out-of-place cheerful and friendly grin appears on your face. “Jeon Jaejun is off-limits, Ms. Moon. I couldn’t care less what you do to him as long as he comes back to me alive.” You leaned in and tapped slowly on the photography of Jaejun, eyes trailing across your favourite toy’s feature.
Dongeun paused, remembering the one photograph Kang Hyeonnam managed to capture. You with your arm possessively wrapped around Jaejun’s shoulders as he talked with a certain woman, piercingly staring at her with a clear warning.
“Right, you’re possessive of Jaejun.” She remarked after a while. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re in love with him.”
You let out a laugh under your breath, extinguishing the lit cigarette by pressing it on the ashtray. “Well, he’s quite an adorable dog.” You leaned back on the office chair, “But you’re correct about that.”
“Don’t you think you’re protecting him because you like him?” Dongeun genuinely asked.
The lack of malice in her tone let you know she wasn’t looking down on you, just making an assumption that she thought was possible, which is why you remained neutral in spite of your tendency to get irritated quickly. You feel like you could have genuine conversation with this woman and perhaps, even form an alliance, because not once had she gotten into your nerves this entire meeting. Her well-mannered attitude and calm, sophisticated personality did nothing but please you. It’s actually refreshing to meet someone who isn’t an obtuse fucking asshole that pretends to be something. She’s fearless, of course, but she perfectly knew her place and yours.
“Would you call it protecting when I’m even allowing you to do whatever you please with him?” You fired back, smiling almost genuinely at her. “I don’t care if he comes back to me crippled or blind as long as he’s breathing, because I simply refuse to mind someone else’s business. This is your revenge. I’ve got no plans interfering with something that doesn’t affect me nor my businesses.”
“You didn’t ask me why I’m doing this,” Dongeun wonders out loud. “Did you already know?”
“Of course,” You admitted with a nonchalant shrug. “I already had something planned ahead for the big final revelation of my beautiful younger sister,” You sneered with sarcasm. “But this is much more fitting for her. I have too much things to do to look through your evidence and figure out which ones you haven’t gotten yet, so I’ll just send you everything I’ve gathered myself.”
Slight surprise appeared on both of their faces and they exchanged a glance before Dongeun looked back to you. “That’s… helpful, but in exchange for what?”
You smiled, glad that it’s easy for her to figure out your intent. “Their absolute damnation.”
Dongeun stares at you, feeling the silent threats hanging in the air. Looking at your eyes glinting in mischief was enough; the failure to condemn Park Yeonjin and the others will result in her getting placed in the execution site with them. It was an oath from you to her, that she will gain all of your support in her plans, but can easily lose it once something doesn’t go according to plan.
You flashed a grin at her, leaning on your elbows. “Once everything goes smooth and they’re rotting either in prison or somewhere six feet under, I’ll give you a grace to be on the off-limits list in our organisation. That means you’ll be under my protection and not a single one of my men can harm you, even me.”
“What if you break it?” Yeojeong instantly chimes in, his concern evident for the woman.
“Then, I’ll cut my throat.” You don’t miss a beat to reply, making them widen their eyes. “People like us take deals, promises and oaths very seriously. Breaking them simply makes us a disgrace to the organisation, even the one that built it, so we tend to avoid going against what we initially agreed upon.”
Dongeun goes silent for a moment, contemplation plastered on her face, but gave you a nod afterwards. “That’ll be fine.” Her expression then shifts into a skeptical look, “But wouldn’t it be troublesome for you if Jeon Jaejun finds out you’re helping me?”
Your lips outstretched into a twisted smile that Dongeun and Yeojeong can’t be sure they’ll ever get used to.
“He doesn’t have to — what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, can it?”
Jaejun would come to you for help, he was adorable like that. He’d tell you about Moon Dongeun and her revenge against him. You just have to pretend you know nothing and take care of him, like you always do, and comfort him — so he would finally realise you’re the only one he can truly rely on. Not anyone, not Yeonjin, but you.
I’m so happy you’ve come this far, baby sis.
You thought to yourself, watching as a servant poured you and your two guests a red wine.
Everything you surrounded yourself with, is mine.
I win again, so I thank you with all my heart.
You’ve always been better than her and it’s going to stay that way, even with her ex-lover.
