mole | secret agent!yeosang x secret agent!reader
tags: psycho!yeosang, cnc, blackmail, mole!yeosang, rough sex, power imbalance, gun play, creampie, degradation, no comfort, not proofread
you weren't supposed to be there.
it was raining, and the warehouse smelled sour with a metallic tang of rust. you only ducked in to avoid the tail you thought you had, which was standard protocol.
you turn past some crates and your eyes fall on yeosang, your quiet teammate. he's sliding a small black drive into the gloved hand of a man who you've seen on practically every wanted board in your agency.
he was the enemy.
yeosang's fingers lingered for half a second before his gaze lifted, landing on you.
and for the first time in years of missions together, you see his composure crack: his eyes widening just a fraction, jaw tightening.
"you shouldn't have seen that," he murmurs, voice low and gentle in an obviously fake way. you took a step back while yeosang closes the distance, the enemy contact melting back into the shadows before you can even blink.
"yeosang-" you whisper, your hand going for the gun at your hip out of pure reflex, but yeosang is faster.
the barrel of his own pistol presses under your chin before you can even process, the cold metal of the weapon pressing into the soft skin.
"shh," he sounds out, "don't."
your back hits the wall of a shipping container, the clang ringing through the empty warehouse. his free hand comes up slowly, plucking your weapon from its holster with ease before tucking it into the back of his waistband before returning his palm to your throat.
"you were never here," he murmurs, thumb stroking the side of your neck with fake softness, "and now you're gonna forget what you saw.. or i'm gonna make you forget."
your heart hammers against your ribcage, hard enough that you can feel it in your teeth, "you're the mole.. all this time-"
"quiet," he snaps, nudging the gun higher and forcing your chin up another inch, "i said don't."
yeosang steps closer until his chest brushes yours, the scent of expensive cologne overwhelming your senses.
"choice doesn't matter anymore, sweetheart," he murmurs, thumb soothing the pulse point in your neck, "you can cry, you can fight, you can beg. doesn't change what's about to happen to you."
yeosang holsters his gun while keeping one hand pinned on your throat, his free hand yanks your belt open, the buckle clattering as he shoves your pants down.
cold air overwhelms your skin, causing you to jerk, but yeosang pushes you harder against the wall, his thigh shoving between yours to keep you spread.
"yeosang- stop-"
"you don't get to tell me to stop. especially after you walked here like a lost little puppy needing help," he laughs humorlessly, mouth brushing your ear.
two fingers push inside you without warning, pulling a gasp from your throat at the intrusion. yeosang curls them immediately, finding that sensitive spot inside you with ease.
"already wet," he observes, "figures. you always did like it when i got mean."
you try to shove him away, but yeosang only catches your wrist, twisting it behind your back and pinning it. he presses his hip into yours, letting you feel the grip of his holstered gun, the cold metal making goosebumps rise on your skin.
"please-"
"begging already?" he nips at your earlobe, "pathetic."
yeosang spins you around, pressing your cheek into the cold wall, gathering your wrists in one hand and locking them in place.
the sound of his zipper fills the warehouse before the head of his cock is pushing against your entrance, making you cry out at the stretch. yeosang groans quietly as he gives you little time to adjust, snapping his hips forward and burying himself to the hilt in one push.
"fuck," he breathes against the back of your neck, "so tight for me.. i thought you were scared?"
he fucks you brutally, the strokes punching the air out of your lungs as his free hand unholsters his gun, pressing the barrel to the side of your head, right at your temple.
"you're gonna cum on my cock," he orders, voice still steady despite his hips snapping, "and you're gonna walk out here like nothing happened.. or i'll put a bullet in that pretty head and leave you to the rats. it's your choice."
his fingers find your clit, rubbing in fast circles until your body betrays you, your orgasm crashing over you violently. yeosang hisses through his teeth as he fucks you through it before slamming deep inside you, filling you with hot pulses of cum until it drips down your thighs.
yeosang stills for a second before pulling out of you slowly, tucking himself away and letting your wrists go. you slide down the wall on wobbly legs, cum leaking out of you and hitting the cold floor.
yeosang crouches in front of you, gun pointing at you as it's resting on his thigh, and his thumb reaches up to your face, brushing a tear off with faux softness.
"good girl," he says softly, "now go home. pretend you never saw me."
