Cardinal Desire
(gif not mine credit to the owner) Here’s to the wonderful talented Kim Jongdae. It’s his time to shine in my Mafia series. Lemme know your thoughts my babies x Sexual Content (hell yeh)
Jongdae had had a boring day to say the least. He sighed and Jongin raised a brow. “What’s wrong with you?” Jongin polished a glass and placed it on a shelf, turning his attention back down to the freshly washed glasses in the washer. Jongdae leant on the bar, his back to the floor. They had died down in the past few hours and boredom had finally crept into his bones. He couldn’t sit still, that’s why he worked for Joonmyeon, the job always had him in his toes - but he had been told to lay low and he hated it “I hate this.” Jongdae grumbled. “Bartending?” Jongin replied snarky. “Yes.” He snapped back. “It’s shit.” “Ouch.” Jongdae pinned him with a look. “You know what I mean.” “Joonmyeon just wants things to settle, especially with his sister.” Jongin reminded him. “Let them make the first move.” “They already did, trying to kill his sister. How’s that not a move?” His voice was beginning to rise in volume, his frustration leaking through. “If it was my sister--” “We are outnumbered.” Jongdae jumped from his position off the bar and turned to the source of the voice. Joonmyeon stood, his expression stoney and his elbow on the counter, his fingers on his chin. “Me and Yifan are not doing anything until I can assure the safety of everyone.” Joonmyeon pressed. “No one is doing anything until then. Do you understand me, Jongdae?” Jongin scurried away, finding refuge in a drunk old man wanting another round. Jongdae faced Joonmyeon fully, leaning his arms on the bar as he shook his head in defeat. There wasn’t a point to argue. He chose to follow Joonmyeon when he began his ‘mutiny’, there was nothing to regret about his choice in loyalty but he had strong opinions. He couldn’t help it sometimes. “I understand.” ~~~ Jongdae noticed an absence of Kyungsoo on his way upstairs, creating a mental note in his head. He sniggered at the memory of his complaints on the ‘spoilt rich girl’ knowing how much he despised the task Joonmyeon had burdened him with. He couldn’t find it within himself to feel complete empathy for him however; rather him than me. He reached for the handle of his room, freezing in his motion. He stared at the gap in the ajar door with alarted senses. He had locked it before he began his shift, he was vigilant with safety. He analysed the handle, seeing no trace of the pin that had picked it. His hand fell to his back pocket, feeling for his gun, though not drawing it. The air was stiff as he pushed his door open slightly to peer around his dimly lit room. He saw nothing out of the ordinary and kicked it open the rest of the way. His sharp eyes scanned his room quickly, poised for anything. What he wasn’t poised and ready for was the feeling of breath on his neck, the barrel of a gun pressing into his back. He stilled in alarm. “Bang.” A feminine voice taunted in his ear. The familiarity of the voice made him react sharply a shiver going down his spine, letting go of his gun he spun around, grabbing her by the throat. He pinned her to the wall next to his door. His hold wasn’t tight but it held a warning - almost playful. She reacted twisting her shoulders, escaping his hold and pushing him away with a soft kick to the torso. He stumbled back a few feet and watched as she licked her lips and came for him. Before she could grab him, Jongdae was already clutching onto her face. His mouth crashing down on hers in a wild desperate kiss. She responded in kind, wrapping her arms around his middle and clutching him close to her body. Jongdae moaned low in his throat at the feeling of her in his arms, the way he kissed her conveying his need and how much he had missed her. Seconds later he was on his back, on his bed and she straddled his hips. Her hand closed around his throat and pushed him into the mattress gently. “I’ve been sent here to kill you.” She said lowly. Jongdae palmed her ass and looked up at her with lustful eyes. “Why else would you be here?” She pouted letting go of his neck and leaning back on her knees, pressing herself tightly to his hips, to the bulge crammed in his jeans. She traced her fingers underneath his shirt, feeling up his happy trail and his abs. “Not just because I missed you?” She toyed. Jongdae smirked running his hands up to her lower back, making her rock her hips gently on his hardening erection. “Have you?” “I might.” She teased, lifting his shirt to his chest, feeling his warmth. He gripped her hair at the back of her head, pulling her down to his face. He lowered his eyes, brushing their lips together, their noses touching. He felt her breath hitch and her fingers still on his chest. “How did you get in?” He gravelly asked on her lips. “Don’t you trust me?” She licked his bottom lip. Jongdae rubbed his lips together looking into her eyes. “Trust is earned.” He pressed a barely there kiss to her lips feeling pride in how she pressed for more. “After all you’re here to kill me.” She lifted her hips and palmed his erection through his jeans and felt him shudder. She fluidly pulled his zipper down and she felt his hands tighten in her hair. “You smell of beer.” She whispered on his mouth. “Don’t distract me.” He warned with a gruff voice. He pulled on her hair, making her back arch. His breath on her neck made her shiver as his lips brushed her skin. She felt her skin tingle and her heart beat fast under her ribs. She felt a tinge of excitement as she pulled his cock free from his briefs. “I don’t know what you mean.” She teased with a breathy voice rubbing her fingers gently up and down the the veins of his shaft. Jongdae nibbled on the skin of her neck and responded with a groan. She applied pressure, closing her hand in a fist and running her hand up and down. Jongdae shivered and let go of her hair. She looked down at him now released and she felt her belly flip at the way he looked at her. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to the way his eyes turned irresistibly sinful whenever they were in the moment. She felt hot in her clothes and it seemed Jongdae knew, yanking the waistband of her leggings down. Her head reeled, remembering the real reason she was here, she shoved his hands away quickly, letting go of his cock. “Wait.” She shuffled away, down his legs till she was situated between them. “I have something for you. ”Jongdae’s hands fell on his thighs in a huff. “Really? Now? Fucking hell.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’ll like it.” Jongdae looked down at her, trying not to be distracted by his hard weeping cock in his line of vision. “Enlighten me.” She couldn’t resist, she tried so hard but she couldn’t repress the desire to reach for his shaft again, rubbing her thumb over the bead of precum. Jongdae flinched and his head sank into the pillows. She smiled slightly keeping her hand exactly where it was. “Andrew is dying.” She eventually said. Jongdae couldn’t help but react even with her hand where he wanted it. “What?” She shuffles forward on her knees feeling mischievous despite her news. “Lung cancer.” Her back bowed as she leant down. She held onto the crown of his cock as she licked a long stripe up the underside of his shaft. His mouth fell open and he barely had the time to process what she said, as she continued the motion looking up at him with a sly gaze. Jongdae’s arms raised to run his hands over his face a multitude of feelings hitting him all at once. She ran her tongue over her top lip and he could have screamed. She wiggled her hips slightly, pressing her thighs together, smiling at the wave of heat that washed over her. She cupped his balls and his body jolted. “Stop that.” Jongdae seized her wrists, pinning her on her back. He stared down at her face, his face suddenly serious and she knew to keep her comments to herself; despite feeling his erection against her hip. “How do you know that?” He asked. She moistened her lips. “I have my ways.” Jongdae’s eyes glistened and her eyes widened as he shifted his weight on her, his shaft rubbing now against her thinly clothed crotch. She balled her hands into fists where he held them above her head and her mouth quivered in a gasp. Barely there strokes against her folds, barely reaching her clit. “How?” He asked again. He moved her arms closer together, pinning them with one hand. His free one sliding down her body. She gulped heavily, unable to look away from his dark eyes as his hips locked hers against the bed, her legs wedged open. Jongdae’s fingers slipped past the waistline of her leggings and down the skin of her lower stomach. “I snuck into his office.” She answered in a breathy voice as his fingers ran lower. Jongdae tilted his head. “And?” She shuddered when his fingers brushed her clit skillfully from memory. She tightened her legs around his body as he pressed his fingers harder, running down her slit, tracing her entrance mockingly and she longed to wipe the amused smirk off his face. Rubbing her clit in circles she quaked and threw her head to the side. “No panties?” He mused with a smirk. “Nice touch.” “Jongdae do--” “Answer me.” “He’s been ill!” She forced out. “Coughing up blood.” His fingers continued their merciless assault on her body. “I heard him talking, he’s got c-c-cancer I swear.” Jongdae pulled his hand from her leggings, leaving her on the precipice of pleasure and her body sagged into the sheets. He let her arms free but she couldn’t find it within her to move them. Jongdae yanked her leggings down her body and she helped kicking them off. She reached for him then and pulled him down to kiss him. “You’re evil.” She muttered into his mouth. He entered her slowly, inch by inch and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers running through his hair. “Just doing my job.”