summary : seungwan's passion to assert herself as a rookie cop goes under the radar, completely unchecked. that is. . . until she has it checked for her by two of the biggest, baddest villains she'd every thought she'd meet.
small note : no anon prompt. i wrote this a LONG time ago but never posted it. this is my obligatory 'i'm still here if anyone likes' post. thank you for reading. feel free to chuck your stones.
Being a rookie cop on the police force isn’t anything to boast. Seungwan’s barely two weeks out of training, which means she’s barely qualified to run missions more demanding than sticking parking tickets under people’s windshield wipers. She is, quite literally, the smallest fry in the cup, but her passion and eagerness to assert herself goes under the radar, unchecked…
…that is, until she has it checked for her by two of the biggest, baddest villains she’d ever thought she'd meet.
It’s an unfortunate news broadcast that lands her in her current predicament. As the rough cement pillar bruises the skin on her back through her uniform, Seungwan really wishes she had just kept her mouth shut. Why, why did she have to go onto national television that morning to stake her claim that Hongdae would be ‘rid of every single filthy criminal’, that she’d stop at nothing to ‘clean up the streets and throw them behind bars’. Never has she wanted to take anything back more.
“But that’s what you said, didn’t you?” one of the women – Joy, was it? – taunts the girl who’s just backed herself into a corner, metaphorically and literally. “That’s what I heard, anyway.”
She looks around for confirmation. “Irene?”
Irene says nothing, twitching with anticipation to take Seungwan down a few notches, if only that. Steely eyes fixate on the cop, who looks more like a little mouse with how she’s cowering like that. Of course she’s heard the news. Pretty, naïve rookie running her mouth about how she’s going to take villains on “one by one” – pft, she has to stifle a laugh… she’ll be taking them alright. Too bad they’re not much fans of taking things “one by one”. It’s always so much better to share, isn’t it?
Seungwan raises a shaky hand.
“If – if you try anything, I’ll – ”
The rest of her tentative threat is overtaken by a far realer one when Irene steps forward; into her space, bringing a hand to cup her face in mock intimacy. “You’ll what, sweetheart? Call for back-up?”
She chuckles at the frightened nod, then cocks an amused brow. “And with what, exactly?” She motions behind her with a head tilt, “… that?”
Seungwan’s eyes widen when, there in the furthest corner of this desolate goddamned basement parking lot, she sees her walkie-talkie – her best hope – so far away from her it might as well have not been there.
When – how did that even happen?!
She turns back to face Irene, praying she hadn’t heard her just take the most fearful gulp in her life. Irene is much too close, but a trembling hand instinctively reaches for her last resort strapped to her belt.
“I’ll… I’ll f-fight.”
Fuck. She really shouldn’t have said that.
Irene smirks. That naughty little mouth should be put to far better use than spouting preposterous lies. She leans in, ignoring the way Seungwan freezes up when she noses along her jaw, behind her ear, at the base of her ponytail. God, she smells heavenly, she thinks, so sweet and clean… is that orange-mint shampoo?
“You’ll… fight.” Irene turns to Joy. “You’ll fight… the both of us.”
That tiny whimper –
– is just too much for Irene. She forces Seungwan’s jaw up and kisses her, pushing past the resistance with a cruel ease. She has to swallow a growl when she deepens the kiss because Seungwan tastes so fucking good, it’s almost ridiculous. Reluctantly, she pulls away and beckons her partner over.
She licks her lips, not bothered in concealing the lust in her voice anymore. “Go on.”
And she certainly doesn’t need to repeat herself. Seungwan’s jaw is suddenly wrenched to the other side, in Joy’s grip now, so she can try too. Once-innocent eyes screw shut at the newest invasion; this other pair of lips feel unforgiving and cynical, but no less punishing.
Joy presses herself right up against the squirming body she’s violating, barely allowing enough room for the poor girl’s lungs to expand under the immense pressure. She can feel Seungwan trembling, and she absolutely adores it.
Joy swallows the shocked gasp that escapes into her mouth when Seungwan feels familiar steely perpetrators digging into the soft flesh of her upper thigh, the fabric of her trousers providing a useless barrier. Wait…that’s her taser. She immediately struggles against the hold, because she knows it’s going to hurt. Taser training had been gruelling, even when she was surrounded by people she knew and trusted. So she hadn’t expected her first in-field experience with the nifty things to be at the hands of two criminals who seem to have made it their goal to make her writhe more.
Panicked adrenaline surges through her when Seungwan abruptly finds herself on her back, crying up at Irene and Joy, who have her pinned completely down with no more than half of their strength between them. She lets out a strained whine when she feels a hand – god knows whose – slithering down past the buckle of her trousers. “W-What… no! No y-you can’t!”
Nimble fingers wrap themselves around her throat, forcing the rest of that exclamation out in strangled gasps.
“Are you going to stop us, little rookie?” Irene mocks, squeezing a tad more insistently when Seungwan’s initial reaction is to nod. “I don’t think you’re in any position to tell us what we can and can’t do.”
Irene stares down at the ruined mess of a girl panting for breath underneath them. She knows she’s right. Seungwan’s too good; too good to be a filthy copper. She needs to be kept – yes, they’re definitely keeping this one. Irene had made that decision when she’d first seen Seungwan on TV– and trained. Properly.
Seungwan is going to stop trying to save herself a seat at the heroes’ table.
Why someone such a bottom, would ever think about working her way to the top, is just insane.
Plus, Seungwan would make a better sidekick than a cop.
hi. while you wait for something new. i’ve posted a new chapter of username for you all. it’s been a while but hopefully you guys like it. sorry about the wait.
summary : seungwan's walk to work is a dangerous one, joohyun knows that. she'll always be seungwan's hero. it's only to look out for her favourite secretary, after all.
small note : i was going to make this longer but my brain glitched, so it’s just here as a tentative one-shot.
tw : noncon, harrassment, physical intimidation.
[yandere!joyrene x secretary!wendy]
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Her boss was her saviour.
…
It’s getting dark and she’s walking home from work, bundled up warm to keep out the winter chill. Her mind is on a nice, hot dinner and a relaxing bath after an incredibly stressful day. Gosh, it’s finally the weekend, and that means she’s taking full advantage of those forty-eight hours of ‘her’ time. Of course, that probably means binge-watching the latest episodes of her favourite drama with a tray of home baked ‘weekend muffins’ – strawberry shortcake! – and perhaps, if she’s feeling particularly tense, a short walk in the park. Playing secretary to the Chief Inspector attached to one of the busiest police stations in the city of Seoul is as hectic and draining as you’d imagine, and it often leaves her with little time to herself. So naturally, the highlight of everyday is the end of it, where she can actually sit and breathe.
Except, it’s a bit hard to even think about breathing now, because she’s ambushed just around the corner of the convenience store a few blocks away from her street.
“My, you are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”
Seungwan isn’t sure when she started crying, but she’s beginning to curse herself for cracking at the first thing that came out of this stranger’s mouth. She really needs to learn not to look so weak. Especially not when she’s stuck with a woman who’s so tall, she has to look up at her while she’s pressed up against the wall of this perfectly deserted, perfectly claustrophobic alleyway.
No part of her wants to be stuck with any part of this… this villain, gorgeous as she is.
“Aw, don’t cry. What’s wrong, darling? You’re scared, huh...” The woman reaches up momentarily to wipe the tears streaming down her cheeks, leaning in a little too closely to do so. She has one arm against the wall beside Seungwan’s head, and the iniquitous laugh to top it all off.
Seungwan recognises her… vaguely. I mean everybody has eyes, a nose and a mouth, but the way they’re situated on the face in front of her just… she swears she’s seen that face somewhere, if only from hearing her boss rant about - oh no, oh my gosh. The posters, the meetings that were hastily wrapped up as soon as she opened the door to serve her superior her obligatory morning coffee. The woman holding her at knifepoint right now… is the felon Inspector Bae is currently gathering information on, trying to hunt down to keep behind bars.
This woman is top priority at the station. A criminal. Dangerous.
J-Julia?
Jay?
The name comes to her when a gloved hand reaches up to grab her jaw, forcing her chin up so she’s looking straight into glinting eyes.
Joy.
Seungwan tries her best not to make her terror known, but it’s a miserable failure. “Please,” she whispers hoarsely, too terrified to even beg at a normal pitch. “I’m just – I’m an assistant, I just bring the coffee, I don’t have anything important! They don’t tell me anything! I don’t know about the c-cases, Inspector Bae won’t even tell me her address, I have nothing you want, I – ach!”
A forearm across her throat stops her rambling. Hard bone digs into her windpipe, cutting off more than what she had originally wanted to say. Her hands reflexively shoot up to grasp at the appendage choking her, but she’s only shoved further into the stone whenever she tries to pry it away from her neck. “N-No… no i-information…” she weakly gurgles out, desperately trying to hit it home that she really isn’t of any use. “… h-have… nothing, p-please…”
“Shut up.” The woman threatens her before physically doing it, clamping tighter around Seungwan’s jaw and dissolving her verbal pleas into pleading whimpers. The smirk on those crimson lips is so much scarier than anything she’s said so far. “Silly girl, you have everything I want. I want to send a message. That’s what you’re for, isn’t it? What do you think, baby? Do you think your precious Inspector will stop bothering me if I send her cute little toy to work all messed up, hm?”
Seungwan doesn’t answer. She can’t, with how hard she’s sobbing, breathing still painfully restricted, and trying to curl further into herself. Kicking, punching and screaming for help crosses her mind all at once, but those thoughts are fizzled away by the reality of just dropping to her knees and begging this woman to have mercy on her. Tempting as those instincts are, however, she hasn’t time to act on any of them.
As soon as she’s sure she’s not leaving without at least one lovely, permanent scar, Joy is forcefully ripped away and thrown to the side. And as soon as Seungwan can take her first full breath of air, she’s bolting, instinctively getting as far away from that alley as she can. She only realises she’s been dragging her saviour along with her when two arms around her waist abruptly pull her backwards into a warm body. At this point, the poor girl is so confused that she just turns and buries her face into the front of whoever’s just answered her prayers.
A gentle hand comes up and strokes her hair as she shivers from the aftereffects of the ordeal. After a moment of silence, Seungwan dares to slowly glance up at her rescuer. When she meets those kind eyes, the tension almost immediately shreds away and it’s replaced with a small, fond sigh.
“I-Inspector B – ”
And then the voice corrects her with an awkward sternness. “I’m not in uniform, Ms. Son, please don’t address me like that. Joohyun is fine.”
Joohyun, right. The girl wants to correct her too, to tell her she’d much rather she be ‘Seungwan’ instead of ‘Ms. Son’, but she’s too busy being grateful to form any words other than the ‘thank you’ she thinks she’s repeated at least thirty times now.
“Oh dear, what’s this here?” The raven-haired woman brings a finger up to delicately brush Seungwan’s fringe to the side. The smaller girl can only stare at the shiny silver buttons on her black Burberry trench coat as she’s being inspected.
She winces and flinches back when a frigid draft brushes over the cut on her eyebrow, stinging it.
But Joohyun presses her closer. “No, no, it’s okay, let me see it. I can help.”
Obediently, Seungwan stills to allow her to assess the extent of the damage. A sigh of fatigue draws from her lips when Joohyun’s fingers trace over the small wound. The touch is light and comforting. Comforting enough for it to slip her mind that it’s very late at night and the leftovers sitting in her fridge are waiting to be reheated. That, and her direct superior is in front of her, holding her up while she studies her condition.
She shifts slightly to catch the other woman’s attention. “I’m fine… Joohyun, really.” The name sounds funny coming off like that. “We need to report this, I can come in tomorrow. That was – I think that was Joy – and if she’s in the area then you could be in dan – ”
The grip tightening around her waist is more than mildly inappropriate, but it’s successful in cutting her short. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll file the paperwork, you need to rest.”
Yet again, Seungwan tries to insist that reporting the incident sooner rather than later could be vital in capturing Joy, and that Joy’s arrest took precedence over a minor cut. But Joohyun remains resolute. “Come on,” she says, heaving one of Seungwan’s arms over her shoulder and curling the other around her waist, “I’ll walk you home, just tell me where to go. You could still be targeted. It’s not safe.”
The space between them is non-existent, and the room to compromise, even more so. Joohyun reaches over briefly to tuck Seungwan’s scarf back into her coat before they start walking, and the girl drops her gaze. The fright has worn off and it’s just now terribly embarrassing for her to even be in the presence of someone like Joohyun. I mean, she’s Chief Inspector Bae for god’s sake. She didn’t just get that title, all those gleaming medals and framed awards from twiddling her thumbs and sitting pretty at her desk all day.
It almost makes Seungwan feel like a liability.
If she can’t defend herself from one attacker, why is she even working as an assistant to a woman who hunts villains down for a living? How many times does she think Joohyun is going to be there to catch her when she falls?
But that’s just it.
She is so relieved at the fact she’s still alive, that she forgets to ask how her boss knew exactly where to find her.
…
Much later into the night, a familiar figure in a black trench coat re-enters the alleyway. It’s quiet, and empty. Even emptier than it had been when Seungwan was walking back earlier on, save for the dark, hooded silhouette on the far right, and the grating sound of steel against brick.
“Aaand she finally appears.” The hooded figure greets, sheathing her dagger. “Did your little secretary get home alright?”
Black trench coat scoffs, stepping into the darkness and doing her best not to seem offended. “Sooyoung, did you really have to be that rough? You gave our poor angel such a nasty looking cut. And you made her cry.”
This time, it’s Sooyoung’s turn to take a defensive tone, albeit slightly playful. “Hey, I followed the plan! Scare her, threaten a little… you know, all that bad-guy stuff.” She can’t help herself, she’s always like that with Joohyun: relentlessly teasing. The mockery in her voice alone should be enough for Joohyun to cuff her on the spot, but she knows she’ll never do it.
She’s learnt to tolerate every aspect of Sooyoung’s personality; endearingly annoying as they may be. Still, it doesn’t stop the sinister growl from her throat, despite the grin on her face. It gains the other woman’s full attention instantly.
“Aw, what’s the matter, Hyunnie? Afraid you won’t have any eye-candy at work for a while?” She slides over to her, casually poking the shorter woman in the ribs. There’s a beat of silence and then Sooyoung sticks her bottom lip out in a pout when she’s left hanging. “You think I took it too far, don’t you?”
Joohyun’s reply is a smile. The image of Seungwan trembling in her arms, looking up at her through those fluttering, innocent eyelashes after Sooyoung’s ‘ambush’ is reassurance enough that everything happened at the right time and at the right intensity. Seungwan had looked at her like her saviour. Sooyoung hadn’t overdone it.
Sooyoung takes a tentative step forward, even closer now. “Hyun…”
There’s a genuine gratitude in her voice when Joohyun speaks again. “Thank you, Sooyoung. Really, you did so good for me. For us.”
“No problem, unnie,” Sooyoung makes a show of giving her an exaggerated courtesy, the playful lilt surfacing once more. “It’s my duty, as your – ”
And she’s pulled into a kiss. Five fingers firmly twist into the lapels of her jacket and tug her down into a searing, passionate kiss against the same wall Seungwan was pinned to a few hours ago, where she cried her eyes out.
Joohyun pulls away roughly, lips swollen and tingling from the cold. She smirks when Sooyoung looks as glazed-over as she feels. Their heaving breaths create a thin, silvery fog between them, as Joohyun holds the taller woman’s gaze with ease.
wendy lying in bed with her wrists tied to the headboard, wearing only a strap on and irene riding her while joy is wrapped around her from behind, kissing her neck, touching her breasts, being generally "helpful". wendy pouts that joyrene won't let her touch but they only giggle and tell her to be patient and enjoy the show
honestly i find the thought of irene riding a strap on so hot. irene’s got her hands on wendy’s breasts as she rides her. joy’s rubbing her clit. after she comes, irene’s legs are weak so joy has to help her climb off. then joy releases wendy’s hands and joy herself lies down in bed before telling wendy to eat her out. wendy does so obediently and irene watches from where she’s snuggled into joy’s side enjoying her post orgasm bliss
wenjoyrene hcs? preferably mommies!joyrene and babygirl!wendy
babygirl!wendy is completely different off camera than what we're led to believe, she's completely pliant and listens to orders from her mommies which makes it so much easier for her in the bedroom
joyrene love how obedient wendy is and are more than willing to give her what she wants
such as getting to be pleasured with her favourite toy, a lime green strap
the strap fills her so good, she cant get enough of it, especially when mommy!irene is thrusting into her at such speed she feels like she's in heaven
it doesn't help that joy is playing with her breasts and telling her how well their baby is taking irene, she's being so well behaved, her mommies love her so much
it has wendy seeing stars and crying out from how close she is, she ends up coming the hardest she's ever done and blacks out for a minute or two
when she comes round joyrene are cuddled up to her and both let out a sigh of relief because their baby scared them for a second there
