#trigger (2025)

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TRIGGER (2025) — Lee Do (Kim Nam-gil) & Moon Baek (Kim Young-kwang)

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Crossfire — Moon Baek x Fem!Reader

"You think you can play fearless," he said, his forehead nearly brushing yours now, his voice low and venomous. "But you’re mine to protect. Mine. And when you forget that—" His thumb brushed dangerously close to your lip, his breath hot against your skin. "…I remind you."

content warnings; rough sex, mild degradation/possessive langauge, hair pulling, choking (light/erotic), oral (m!receiving), creampie, angst, explicit language. please read responsibly and enjoy!

just a note - this is the first story i'm publishing on tumblr so don't flame my fan fic writing :)

The job wasn't supposed to be complicated. Usually, they weren't—in and out, quick hands, clean exit. That was the plan, anyways. You shifted your weight onto the other foot, bored out of your mind as you aimlessly waited outside for any sign of disturbance.

"Just keep a lookout." Moon Baek had said casually—the kind of casual that made you think nothing could go wrong. You didn't need reassurance from him that everything would go to plan, because when it came to his work, things always went to plan...unlike his and your tumultuous relationship. That one was a story of it's own. A story full of twists and turns.

Most of the time you waited in the car whilst he and his men ventured out to whatever mission was supposed to take place that day. Even though you had been involved in similar ordeals in the past, Moon Baek decided it was better if he didn't involve you in his dirty work.

However on special occasions when he was feeling inclusive and apologetic for leaving you on your own, he would allow you to join him—just to see that excited grin on your face. Even though you'd never liked physically harming people, the adrenaline you felt during made it all worth it.

Even though you were slightly disappointed Moon Baek had you playing the security-guard role, considering it wasn’t very gentlemanlike to let his lady linger in the cold while he had all the fun inside, you didn’t complain.

Despite not complaining, you weren’t some porcelain doll meant to be locked away; you’d proven yourself before. But with Moon Baek, control wasn’t something he ever surrendered easily. Especially not when it came to you. He could be rather stubborn when it came to involving you in his work.

A few of them had gone ahead inside the warehouse as you remained outside, scouting the perimeter under the moonlight. The job was supposed to last ten minutes, maybe fifteen. Nothing extravagant.

But someone saw you.

Within two seconds of having turned your back, a shadow detached from the alleyway behind you to your left. A man emerged, quick and silent, pressing a gun to the side of your head before you even had time to react.

"Don't move."

Perhaps this was someone involved in the ordeal, or perhaps a vulture prowling for easy prey—you didn't have time to think about it before he yanked you backwards by your arm, keeping a tight grip as he forced you into the shadows.

Instantly, you panicked at the sudden exchange. For a split second you thought someone could've been playing a sick joke, maybe it was Moon Baek trying to scare the shit out of you. Your pulse thudded painfully in your ears. Every instinct screamed to fight him off, but you knew that'd be a stupid idea.

Quickly, you gathered that it wasn't a joke...and your life could be at stake. For real. You tried to stay calm, forcing your mind to count breaths, focus, do anything that would keep your hands from shaking and showing fear. One wrong twitch—and you could've been dead.

Where the fuck were they?

It had been at least ten whole minutes at this point, if things had gone accordingly, they should've ideally wrapped up by now. But for whatever reason this was happening, you weren't going to count on Moon Baek to return and remain under this man's grip like a coward.

Focus.

You had fought before, survived worse—and even though you were unarmed, you weren't going down that easily. You did have a knife however you showing a lack of judgement meant you'd shoved it into your sock since you didn't have any pockets.

Without a sound, you swung at him in one sudden motion. Your elbow caught his side, sharp and fast. The gun wavered ever so slightly, he hadn't expected the movement. Considering he even had a gun, you assumed he was involved within the exchange happening inside the warehouse—this wasn't some random street thug.

But it wasn't enough. He recovered immediately, shoving you slightly causing you to stumble backwards. Before he could raise his gun once again, you grabbed his hand, fighting against his hand to push the gun away from your direction whilst simultaneously trying to pull it from his grasp.

You jabbed and kicked—anything to get the weapon from him. Every movement was risky, he was definitely strong. Well, of course, he was a man. There was no denying the obvious upper hand he had.

Suddenly, he swore before lunging at you. Luckily, you ducked just in time, narrowly avoiding the barrel of his gun from smashing against your skull. It was too late to back down now. If you did, you were most likely going to die—unless he possessed other intentions.

You kicked at his knee, attempting to throw him off balance. The metallic click of the gun as it swung dangerously close to your temple made your stomach twist. Every nerve was screaming at you to freeze, but you couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

He swore again, swiping at your arms to push you away. Your hands scrabbled at his wrist, straining against the strength of his grip. The adrenaline coursing through enhanced your ability. You were shocked this fight was still even going, considering he was a bulky man.

A loud crash echoed from the warehouse behind you—the sound of someone knocking over a crate. Your attacker froze, eyes flicking toward the building. That split second was all the opening you needed. You shoved hard, elbowing him in the ribs, and twisted free, just enough to create a little distance.

That’s when you heard it; the unmistakable click of a gun being drawn.

"Shit."

From inside the building, Moon Baek’s voice cut through the night, loud and sharp, followed by hurried footsteps pounding against the concrete. Your heart nearly stopped, but relief surged through you.

The man lunged at you again, but Baek was faster. He burst from the shadows, eyes narrowed, movements precise and lethal. You felt him slam into the attacker’s side, twisting him violently while simultaneously drawing his own weapon, erupting something between a scream and a yell.

The man swore loudly, trying to turn toward Baek as if there weren't other men with their guns raised to him. If you weren't in this position, you would've applauded his confidence. But it was too late now. A single shot rang out as he crumpled to the ground in front of you. Blood gushed from his head causing you to shift your feet in order to avoid the thick liquid.

You stumbled back, breath shaking, and before you could even take a step, Baek’s head snapped up to meet your gaze. You didn't dare say a word. You couldn't tell whether he was going to ask if you were okay or curse the living hell out of you.

At the sight of his face, you figured it was the latter. His jaw clenched, a desperate attempt to conceal the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling towards you in that moment. Moon Baek seemed more taken aback than you were.

It was almost as if he was about to say something, before he allowed his gaze to flicker behind you. That shut him up, he didn't want to make a scene in front of his men, nor did he want to make a scene in the middle of nowhere with a dead body between you.

"Get in the car." His voice rang out. It was cold, void of emotion, matching his expression perfectly.

You wanted so desperately to say something. But what? You weren't going to apologise for defending yourself if that was he was expecting...or for asking to come with him tonight. Shit happens. He should be happy you're alive.

Remaining there for a few seconds later, you gave no response—primarily out of fear—before spinning around in the direction toward the car. As you passed the other guys, you could feel a few sets of eyes on you, though you daren't glance back at them; primarily out of embarrassment.

The car stretched out before you, you grasped the cool exterior of the door handle before pulling it open. Climbing into the back seat, your muscles were still trembling as you rubbed your upper arm which had began to ache. All you could hear was the sound of your own pulse roaring in your ears as you sat quietly, waiting for Moon Baek and his driver to get inside.

You presumed they were taking care of the body—moving it, cleaning it—whatever they usually did. You didn't dare peek out the tinted window in fear Moon Baek could've been walking back to the car as you did so.

After what had felt like forever (it'd been about fifteen minutes), the passenger door swung open and inside hopped Moon Baek. That stung. He almost always sat in the back, with or without you.

Then, you just knew. He was pissed.

You saw it in the rearview mirror. His eyes glaring on a fixed point as his teeth scraped against one another. It was suddenly painful to be in his presence. But why? Fair enough, it was a dangerous situation to be in, but he put you in that situation. Not that it was his fault, but leaving you unsupervised, outside at night was bound to have its risks.

Perhaps they'd underestimated the dangers of the task, it was merely supposed to be a shipment ambush, maybe that was why Moon Baek was upset. Maybe he wasn't necessarily upset with you. It didn't make sense in your head for him to be.

Thankfully, the driver entered the vehicle shortly after and began the drive back home. Usually, you loved car rides at night, but because of what had happened...you couldn't feel any comfort, even with Moon Baek in front of you.

The city lights streaked past as he drove, the car remaining silent. You swore you could hear his sharp inhales above the loud engine. The quiet wasn't peaceful at all—it felt heavy, and loaded. Like it could snap at any moment.

You swallowed. The feeling of shame surged through you...had Moon Baek not been there when he was, you didn't know what would've happened. Usually, you could handle your own—but tonight simply caught you by surprise. And besides, you were slightly rusty.

Previously, your work had been along the lines of his. Not as advanced, definitely not. But you were no stranger to getting your hands dirty or being able to fight your way out when things went south. Before, you were sharper—faster. Now you were second guessing yourself, you'd let your abilities slip. It was frustrating.

But that was before he pulled you out of it, before he decided you’d done enough bleeding for a lifetime. Even though you'd planned to pull yourself out of the the rough situation you were in, you were glad you meet Baek when you did.

But the lack of communication right now was offending you. Not a single scolding, not a single check to see if you were hurt, just purely nothing.

Had their not been another member in the car, you would've said something. But even then...the tension radiating off of him made your stomach knot. Every stoplight, every turn, the situation pressed in on you, causing your chest to tighten.

The car finally rolled to a stop outside the building. The familiar structure rose against the night sky, but the sight of home brought you no comfort. You ran a hand through your hair, any normal person would be distressed having gone through what you did earlier. However, your mind was on him. And not the man who'd attacked you.

You quickly pushed the door open and climbed out, hesitating for just a fraction of a second, your legs stiff. He followed silently, the soft click of his shoes on the pavement behind you the only sound. You felt the tension radiating off him even without looking—an invisible string that pushed you forwards unwillingly toward the building.

The elevator ride was no different. The hum and the soft vibration beneath your feet were the only companions. You kept your eyes fixed on the floor numbers lighting up one by one, counting silently, as if that could stave off the dread curling in your stomach. Moon Baek stood beside you, his posture rigid, his jaw set, hands relaxed but tense at his sides. He didn’t touch you, didn’t acknowledge your presence. You wanted to speak. Wanted to apologise. Wanted...something. But the weight of his unspoken anger made you bite your tongue.

When the doors opened to the penthouse, you stepped into the familiar hallway, the polished marble underfoot reflecting the dim light. Moon Baek was just behind you. You could hear the soft shuffle of his steps, each one deliberate, measured, like a predator walking quietly after its prey.

Moon Baek stepped forward as he slid the key into the lock before stepping inside. You reluctantly followed suit, letting the door shut behind you. You exhaled softly, staring at his back as he paused in his step. Finally, he looked at you.

He snapped.

The calm control, the measured restraint, shattered. He didn’t take a step toward you—he didn’t need to. The force of his gaze alone made your stomach tighten. You couldn't think of anything worse in the moment than his expression...which was filled with anger. His eyes were like knives, possessing a stare sharp enough to cut.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" His voice came sharp and loud, snapping through the silence like a whip. "What were you thinking?"

You flinched, startled by the sudden eruption. His hands curled into fists at his sides, painting his knuckles white and his chest rose and fell quickly. It wasn't often Baek yelled at you during arguments. Sure, you sometimes raised your voices at each other. But rarely like this.

"I—I—" You stammered, your throat suddenly dry. You knew you were only fighting back, resisting, he must've gathered that as well, so what was all of this? Why was he coming at you like you did something out of line?

"You were out there," His voice retained his harsh tone, "fighting a man with a gun. Alone." His gaze was unrelenting. "Are you fucking insane?"

You began to seethe. How dare he? How dare he call you insane for trying to handle your own. Had you not fought back, you could've died before he knew what was going on. Most people in your position would've stood their ground.

"What did you expect me to do?!" You called him out, "Stand there like a coward and let him blow my brains out?"

"You almost got yourself killed. And for what? To prove a point? To show me you’re capable?" His words were spit out fast now, clipped, each syllable sharp, loaded with frustration and fear.

There were a million things you wanted to say, but none of them came to life, your own fury smothering your words. Your heart was hammering in your chest, "I didn't need—"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Baek snapped once again, even stronger this time. His eyes burned through you like a laser. "You didn't need?" He took a step forward, the space between you shrank. "You didn't need me to save you?"

He let out a laugh that was grotesque...and bitter. There was no humour in it, only venom, only the sharp edge of disbelief that you’d dared to challenge him. Truly, you couldn't understand what had overtook him in this moment.

"Maybe I should've let it happen. See how long you can last, hm?"

The silence that followed was deafening. You couldn't move, couldn't find the words to respond to what he'd just said. What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating you would've crumbled eventually? That the brawl would've ended in your fall?

You weren't going to give him the satisfaction. You'd been through too much to be seen—to be acknowledged as weak. And here before you, the man you who respected you, was trying to tell you how it was.

"I can fight my own battles," You rebutted, "Maybe if you actually trusted me, I would've had a weapon and wouldn't need to defend myself like that. If anything, it's more your doing than mine." Those last few words were possibly the wrong words to say, but you didn't even care.

"My doing?" He raised his brows, "Now you see why I don't want to bring you?"

You tried your best not to roll your eyes, afraid it'd set him off even more. "I'm not your fucking inferior. You agree to bring me along, but everybody else has a weapon and I don't! What the hell is that?"

Moon Baek scoffed, dramatically turning his head. "You have a damn knife on you." The way he said it was dismissive, like the knife might as well have been useless, like you were useless.

"That’s not the same and you know it," You shot back instantly, stepping forward despite the way his presence seemed to consume the room. "A knife against a gun? Do you think that’s fair? You set me up to fail."

Something darker consumed his expression. "I set you up to survive," He hissed. "I pulled you out of the shit you were in before, so that you'd never have to involve yourself in shit like that again, and this is how you repay me? By turning it into some pathetic show of pride?"

He stepped closer, each stride deliberate, carrying the weight of everything unsaid. The space between the both of you was diminishing by the minute.

"You think I keep you out of jobs because I don't trust you? Because I think you're weak?" His gaze burned into yours. "No. I did it because before me, you were in too deep. You were playing in the dirt with people who would’ve gutted you the second you turned your back. And I—" He jabbed a finger against his own chest. "I pulled you out of that for a reason."

Your lips parted, but no words came. He wasn’t done.

"I gave you a life where you didn’t have to look over your shoulder every damn second. I set you up to survive. That was the favour. That was me saving you. And this…" He gestured sharply toward you, toward the memory of the alley. "…this is what I get in return? You wanting to run headfirst into shit you can’t control? You fighting like some street rat who’s never learned when to stop?”

The words landed like blows, not just because of their sharpness, but because of how much he meant them. His voice wasn’t only anger—it was laced with betrayal, with frustration that ran deeper than you could imagine.

Your throat tightened, heat flooding your chest. As much as you were thankful for having him, you didn't ask him to drag you out of that life. "So I’m just supposed to sit quietly and be grateful? That’s what you want from me?"

Baek’s jaw clenched, squeezing the bridge of his nose between two fingers, "I want you alive."

You didn’t respond. Couldn’t. The burn of his voice, the weight of his stare, pressed down on you until the silence was unbearable. Your eyes flickered to the ground, alight with a mix of guilt and humiliation.

Moon Baek stood there, chest rising and falling like he was barely holding himself together. His fists flexed at his sides, jaw clenched so tightly you could almost hear his teeth grind. Anyone else might’ve rushed forward, grateful you were still breathing, still on your feet. But not Baek. Relief didn't reach him—it was drowned out by the fury boiling in his chest.

He wasn’t just angry at what had happened. He was angry that you’d wanted this in the first place, that you’d begged to come along and reminisce on the danger he’d worked so hard to shield you from. Angry that you had thrown yourself into a fight you had no business being in, and worse, that for a split second, he’d thought he might lose you.

But the cruelest part of it all? He was angrier at himself. Angrier that he’d caved, that he hadn’t stayed stubborn and left you waiting in the safety of the car like he always did. You should never have been here. This wasn’t your world anymore. And now, staring at you with your chest heaving and fear lingering in your eyes, all he could think was how stupid he’d been to let you in.

You forced yourself to stand straighter, to not flinch under the intensity of his gaze. But your body betrayed you—your hands trembled, your pulse throbbed in your throat. You hated that he could see it, hated that he could strip you bare with just his presence.

Every second of silence dragged like an eternity.

Then he moved. One sharp step forward, then another, until the air between you was gone and you were backed against the cool surface of the wall. His hand slapped against it beside your head, caging you in. The sound cracked through the tension like a gunshot.

"You don’t understand," He growled, voice low, rough, dangerous. "Every time you step out there, every time you try to prove something—you put everything I’ve built for you at risk." His face was inches from yours now, his breath brushing against your lips. "And you don’t even see it."

Except you did see it. But clearly, you had a strange way of showing it. Your breath hitched, though you refused to look away. His anger poured off him in waves, but beneath it… there was something else. A heat. A desperation.

"You think I’m angry because you fought?" His voice dropped lower, if it was even possible. "I’m angry because I had to watch you. Because for one fucking second, I thought—" He cut himself off, sucking in a sharp breath. His eyes flicked over your face, dark, unreadable, burning.

Your chest heaved, your body thrumming with adrenaline that had nowhere left to go. The fight, the argument, his words—all of it blurred into something—something much heavier.

"Baek—" You whispered, but your voice broke before his name fully left your lips.

His hand curled tighter against the wall, his other fist flexing at his side like he was fighting himself. His eyes locked onto yours, molten with fury and something more dangerous still.

The space between you was non-existent now, his presence overwhelming, suffocating, consuming. You could feel every ounce of his anger, his frustration, his restraint snapping thread by thread. His palm was still braced beside your head, the veins in his hand standing out from how tightly he held himself back.

You wanted to move, to say something, but his gaze pinned you in place. There was no room to breathe, no space to hide. Just him. Just Moon Baek. And you wouldn't have it any other way, even with him looking at you like this.

"Do you even realize what you do to me?" He said, the words rough, ragged at the edges. His chest brushed against yours as he leaned closer, his shadow swallowing you whole. "I bring you into my world, I put my name on you, I give you every chance to stay alive… and then I walk out to see you—" His jaw clenched, teeth flashing briefly before he cut himself off. "You make me look at you and think I could lose you."

The confession was as sharp as a knife, slicing through the heavy air. You weren't good at confrontation—not in this manner. Normally, you could bite back, throw fire into the heat of an argument. But right now? The fury in his eyes wasn’t just anger—it was fear buried beneath it.

And what could you even say to that? That you didn’t mean to scare him? Every excuse felt pathetic on your tongue. Your lips parted, but no sound came out. His fury wasn’t cold anymore. It was hot, blistering, searing every nerve in your body.

His eyes dropped to your mouth, lingered, then snapped back up to your eyes with such intensity it made your pulse stumble. He was trying not to touch you. You could feel it in the rigid line of his shoulders, in the way his hand trembled slightly against the wall.

But control was slipping.

"I—I'm sorry..." You whispered, the sound barely there.

That single word undid him. His other hand shot up, gripping your jaw firmly, tilting your face up toward his. Not rough enough to hurt, but not gentle either. His touch was loaded—possessive, furious, desperate all at once.

"You think you can play fearless," He said, his forehead nearly brushing yours now, his voice low and venomous. "But you’re mine to protect. Mine. And when you forget that—" His thumb brushed dangerously close to your lip, his breath hot against your skin. "…I remind you."

Your breath came shallow, shaky. You daren't look away from him, not for a second.

His touch was possessive...not tender. "How many fucking times do I have to teach you?" He gritted. Without warning, his hand was in your hair, yanking you forward to meet his lips in a kiss that like was a command.

His mouth crashed onto yours—sharp, possessive, a reminder that he owned you. It wasn't gentle. His lips pushed and demanded, all the fury and relief and fear he'd been holding in one gesture.

Your knees threatened to give out; the world narrowed to the heat of him, the rough press of his palm against the back of your head, the way his other arm pinned you against the wall so that you couldn't budge.

You tried to respond—tried to shove some of your own stubbornness back at him—but his grip tightened and his mouth didn’t relent. There was anger in it, yes, but also something rawer, deeper—the absolute, awful terror of nearly losing something he’d fought to keep.

He pulled away, but you knew he wasn't done. You shut your eyes, nervousness settling in at the absence of his lips. His tone was harsh, biting—anger at it's peak.

"Open your eyes. Look at me."

Reluctantly, you opened them, eyelashes batting in regret of your actions as you blinked away the tears threatening your waterline. His gaze was hungry, demanding...violent.

Without warning, Moon Baek forcefully shoved you down onto your knees. You let out a small whine, the floor was cold against your skin. He loomed above you, a shadow blotting out everything else, the sound of his breathing heavy and uneven. His hand tangled into your hair, yanking your head back until your throat stretched painfully.

"I could put you back where I found you. Is that what you want? Or are you smart enough to remember who you belong to?" The words rolled off his tongue like a curse. His knuckles pressed hard against your scalp as if to remind you who held you there, as if to brand the moment into your memory.

You whimpered, but you didn’t fight him. Not because you couldn’t, but because deep down, the venom in his tone cut through every defence you might’ve raised. He wanted you to feel small right now. He needed you to remember. He was done watching your pitiful act of defiance.

He released his hand, moving it to his belt buckle, the metallic click sending shockwaves throughout your body. Even though you refused to show it, he could feel you internally trembling beneath him. You refused to return eye contact, swallowing down your shame as he let out a scoff. "Pathetic. You try to stand and you still crumble for me."

Each movement tore at the fragile shell of your arrogance. You shot him a glare before tugging his slacks down swiftly, just enough to reveal his boxers—his bulge taunting you. You gulped at the sight, slowly dragging your fingers to his waistband and pulling them down, allowing his cock to spring free.

Moon Baek once again grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back with the same movement. "Now show me."

You didn't waste time teasing, you recognised that unyielding look before taking him all in. He relentlessly hit the back of your throat as you forced his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his length. Moon Baek refused to display his satisfaction, only shutting his eyes for a brief moment. His hips remained still before forcing your head down, each push was eye watering as you gagged shamelessly.

"You fucking belong to me." he groaned as your mouth breathlessly moved up and down his length. "You're nothing without me inside of you." The depraved part inside of you found yourself letting out a slight moan at his words, you could feel a tiny burn of coiling tension in your abdomen.

He gave a sharp thrust making you gag, "You're fucking reckless..." he moaned, your vision beginning to cloud as Moon Baek continued pushing into you, the sound of you choking sloppily around him was music to his ears, pushing him further and further over the edge.

He finally began to slow down, meaning you were close to undoing him. With that in mind, you bobbed your head along him even faster despite the wetness running down your cheeks, eliciting a pattern of groans as he writhed above you. Even though this was supposed to be a punishment, you couldn't help feel the flutter in your stomach at his response to you.

"Look at you...what a mess." His grip strengthened, causing you to squirm at the sudden pull of your hair as he watched you. Studying every movement, every twitch in your expression, every sound that you made—even the smallest of vibrations. "Swallow it, like you're fucking supposed to." He commanded, his voice asserting the power he had over you...however his need for you was unmistakable.

Jaw aching, you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth before hot, salty spurts hit the back of your throat. You refused to move your head, not that his unrelenting grip would even allow you to. The catch in your throat sounded like a surrender he had earned. The faint tremor in your moan was proof of how deeply you belonged to him. And that wouldn't change—not now, not ever.

Moon Baek held himself there for a little longer, relishing the feeling of your mouth around him as your tongue remained flat on the underside of him. He yanked his hand from your hair, not allowing himself to show any gentleness. He was teaching you a lesson. Your eyes darted to his, pleading and defiant all at once, though the pool of heat surfacing betrayed you.

You inhaled sharply as he pulled himself from your mouth, though you were given no time to relish in his absence before he hauled you from your knees, dragging you over to the kitchen by your arm. He knew exactly what he wanted from you and he had no issue in taking it.

Moon Baek shoved you forwards against the counter as he came up behind you, pushing you down, causing your back to arch. Before you could get a word out, his hands were on your hips as he pressed himself against your ass, "You're mine, and I'll make you feel it in every inch of yourself." He said brutally.

Moon Baek wasted no time before ripping your pants down, followed by your panties before palming your flesh. Even though he couldn't fully see your face, you pressed your lips together in embarrassment at the wetness pooling beneath you.

"Your body betrays you...and I love it." He seethed into your ear, his hot breath fanning your cheek before slipping his middle finger inside of you to catch some of your arousal. Your breath hitched, before he pulled it out, pumping his cock a few times before mercilessly pushing into you with one intense thrust—your eyes rolled back in pleasure at the stretch, letting out an erotic moan.

His hand found your neck, it was cool against the warmth of your body as he lightly squeezed. Moon Baek knew how he liked to grip you...how he liked to fuck you. It was just a matter of his mood. Whether he was passionate, praising you, showing you were the only woman for him—or whether he was rough, sending a message through his brutal thrusts.

A low groan escaped him, the curve of your body beneath his weight made him grin without mercy. His hips bucked with an unrelenting rhythm as he erratically pumped into you, his fingers tightening around your neck with each thrust. "No one else can fuck you like I do."

Your skin was hot and flushed, your walls clenching around him with each word. "Say it." He growled, forcing your head back to look him in the eyes, "You're mine." Your throat caught, your lips trembling. He pressed a finger to your chin, tilting your face up. “Let me hear it. All of it.”

"Y—yours," You gasped, he shifted his angle, hitting that same spot, igniting a fire within your abdomen. Your nerves were practically on fire as Moon Baek stole the air from your lungs. Every nerve in your body buzzed with pure exhilaration, despite Moon Baek's disciplinary approach, you loved every second of it.

His eyes darkened. "Not good enough." He dipped closer, his forehead brushing yours. “Look at me. Say it again. Feel it." He thrusted into you deeply, "You belong to me. Only me.”

"I'm yours, Moon Baek." You breathed, though it came out as more of a cry as your words shook. He smirked, sharp and dangerous, as if tasting them despite having heard them a thousand times before. He relished in them.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips. "Every nerve, every pulse in your body answers to me. Understand?" You held back your moans, nodding frantically with desperation, to which he brushed the strands of hair from your face, his finger tugging at your lips as your mouth hung slightly open.

You shuddered under his touch, your back arching into him as his pace quickened. The cold marble pressing up against your stomach along with Moon Baek's heat pounding into you sent you goosebumps. The only sounds distinguishable were the harsh slapping of skin, mixed with his deep, guttural groans along with your breathy whines.

It was sinful. Though the sound was insanely beautiful.

Sweat descended your forehead, salty beads slithering past your lips. Heat pooled in your lower back as Moon Baek sent a jarring slap across your ass, "Fuck..." he muttered, beginning to lose his composure. "You just love it...getting a reaction. Love it when I fuck you like this."

"Don't stop, Baek, please!" You cried out, savouring the feeling of him stuffing your pussy completely—he left no room for air. Shockwaves gripped your body as his fingers painfully dug into your skin, bound to leave red marks. The hurt and the heat were inseparable, each feeding the other as agony twisted into something intoxicating.

Moon Baek's hips stuttered, his muscles tightening as he chased his climax as though it wasn't right beneath him, as though it was running away. The pleasure in your abdomen was burning, a hot sensation—you swore you could see stars.

"Baek, I'm gonna—fuck!" You moaned the last word. Moon Baek slammed into you with a few powerful thrusts, your gut tightening before you fell apart. A strangled noise escaped your lips. It was electric. Your walls spasmed, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm hit you like lightning.

Your cunt clenched, pulsing around him, warm essence coating his dick as he thrust into you for the final time, groaning as dug himself inside of you as far as possible. He let out a loud moan, spilling his seed into you.

For a few seconds, his head fell against the back of yours, before he pulled you against his chest by your neck, still keeping his cock nestled inside you.

It was almost like Moon Baek had forgotten his whole demeanour, wrapping his arm around you as he panted, your breath hitched as his hot lips grazed the side of your ear. His tone was unexpected, vulnerable. "Don't fucking scare me like that again. I don’t care what you think you’re capable of," he said, voice low, intimate, "I just need you here. Safe. With me."

Your breath was heavy, ragged, knees threatening to give out though that wasn't important. You angled your head slightly, lips brushing one another's, before planting a soft kiss onto his. His eyes shut as he savoured the moment, fingers tracing your jaw delicately as your hand reached for the nape of his neck which prickled with glistening sweat.

The tension that had pulsed through the room—the anger, the fear, the frustration—seemed to melt away.

Pulling away, your forehead rested against his, and for a heartbeat everything else ceased to exist. The heavy emotions from earlier melted into a quiet, almost fragile warmth. His chest rose and fell against yours, the rapid thrum of his heartbeat matching your own.

"I promise." You whisper. Tilting your head, you brushed a stray strand of hair from his damp forehead, and your lips curved into a small, tired smile. "I'm sorry."

Moon Baek exhaled at your words, holding you close as if you'd vanish if he released you from his grasp. His breath tickled your face as he whispered softly, "I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here."

In that moment, you understood that it wasn't about control or survival. It was that fierce, consuming love that could weather even the darkest moments. His lips pressed gently to your temple, and you closed your eyes, letting the warmth of his presence wash over you.

[frightfuldelight]

── .✦ 𝕋ℝ𝕀𝔾𝔾𝔼ℝ.

ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ — ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʙᴀᴇᴋ.

❝Just pull the trigger, princess. You don't want to disappoint me now, do you?❞

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ — explicit content, explicit sexual content, mentions of child abuse, degrading words, bullying, suicidal thoughts, dominant and submissive dynamics, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, rough sex, hair pulling, anal play, gun play, murder, minors dni.

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KIM YOUNG-KWANG as MOON-BAEK in TRIGGER (2025)

[fanfictionroxs]

moon baek got cancer and a crush and made it everyone else's problem 😭

[starshira]

Conspiracy

To see without sight is to hold the world's cruelest blessing, and to wear it like armour is to understand that every vow of vengeance is a prayer whispered to love in disguise. Perhaps this is what it means to be bound by invisible threads woven from the perfect symmetry of harm given and harm returned. After all, revenge is patient, especially if it has to pretend to be blind.

Or, a Moon Baek x Reader in which you've fallen for a man you've vowed one day to take revenge on, against all reason.

Honesty is a virtue, or so people say.

That, to be truthful, is to be good. It is to be decent. To be human. And that lying is the mark of corruption.

Falsehood is a deviation. It is a shameful flaw in the otherwise noble architecture of a person. Masks are worn only by the guilty, and the innocent may walk bare-faced beneath the sun without a trace of fear.

But that is nothing more than a mere fairy tale.

Everyone pretends in one way or another. Some paint themselves in charm and laughter spun from sugar, while others rot in apathy. Some shine with sincerity so convincing it binds you to the seams. But what connects us all is our ability to pretend. We pretend to care or lack it. We pretend to be unmoved when our pulse is thundering in our throat. We pretend to not notice the eyes watching us from across the room, and we pretend we are not watching back.

And the longer you do it, the better you get. It becomes a second skin, and after enough time, you forget you were even wearing it in the first place.

But it isn't shameful. It is instinct. It is the oldest tool we carry, sharpened with use until it slices clean through the softest parts of others. We lie to protect, to hurt, to claim.

Everyone is born with it in their blood. After all, babies cry not just from hunger but from the instinct to draw you closer. Lovers smile even when their hearts are shattering to pieces. Strangers say "it's fine" when they'd rather spit in your face.

And truth, for all its worship, is fragile. It bruises under the slightest pressure. It wilts in the heat of consequence. And in the wrong hands, it becomes a weapon far crueller than any lie.

We like to think honesty is the higher ground, but even mountains erode. A confession can be dressed in such careful wording that it ceases to be a confession at all. After all, people don't want reality. They only want the version they can live with.

And so, the act goes on.

In which you watch your brother die at the hands of a man you now pretend to be blind for, biding time until you can return the bullet.

"What is cruelty, if not compassion sharpened into a blade? And what is love, if not the courage to bleed by choice?"

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chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7 chapter 8 (wip) chapter 9 chapter 10 chapter 11 chapter 12 ...

[thedevildeer]

Netflix Trigger 2025//directed by Kwon Oh-Seung

[leexmoon]