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COERCION ꒦ PART 10. story page . prev part . next part

꒦ Baek Yoon-Ho x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS. Ever since your S-Rank evaluation debuted a mere two months after his, Baek Yoon-Ho has been utterly obsessed with you. For the past couple of years, he’s made every effort to persuade you to go out with him. At last, after a night filled with some dubious coercion that leads to a captivating one-night stand (he finest care to admit it), he finds himself hooked —and you can’t help but feel the same. CONTAINS. smut. rough sex. angry sex. Yoon-Ho gets angry. lowk mood changes. aggressive movements. throat grabbing. manipulator Yoon-Ho(?). blöwjob. reader gets facial. crude/lewd descriptions of sex. MDNI

WORD COUNT . . 4.5k+

That night, a sharp knock echoed through your apartment, startling you from your thoughts.

You glanced at the clock on the wall, your eyes widening when you realized it was already eight at night. A frown creased your forehead as you wondered who would visit at this late hour, especially without any prior notice.

When you walked over and opened the door, your expression shifted from confusion to understanding as you spotted Yoon-Ho standing there. He held a grocery bag in one hand, and his signature stupid grin spread across his face, lighting up his features in that annoyingly charming way of his.

You raised an eyebrow, crossed your arms across your chest, and tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

"I don't recall making any plans with you tonight," you said carefully, your tone carrying a hint of suspicion at his unexpected appearance. You studied his gaze, trying to decipher the reason behind this impromptu visit that came without warning.

Without waiting for an invitation, Yoon-Ho breezed past you into the apartment, the scent of his cologne trailing behind him. You released a resigned sigh, closed the door with a soft click, and followed his tall figure into the living space.

"Yeah well, I thought I'd surprise you," he announced cheerfully as he strode purposefully toward the kitchen, his long legs carrying him across the space in just a few steps.

He placed the grocery bag down on the counter with a soft rustle. You leaned against the cool marble surface and observed as he began taking out a fascinating array of ingredients from the depths of the bag.

"Have you eaten?" Yoon-Ho asked, dropping down to squat on his haunches as he opened the cabinet beside the stove, his hands moving with surprising familiarity as he searched for pans among your kitchenware.

"It's eight at night," you replied dryly, your tone suggesting that the answer should be obvious.

"Have you?" he pressed, turning his head to cast a knowing glance in your direction. His eyes seemed to read the signs of hunger and stress etched on your face like an open book.

You remained silent, simply furrowing your brows at him in response, your silence speaking volumes and giving him exactly the answer he had expected.

With practiced ease, Yoon-Ho began preparing what promised to be an elaborate meal.

His hands moved with precision as he chopped colorful vegetables and tender meat, the knife making rhythmic sounds against the cutting board. He tossed ingredients into the pan, the sizzling sound filling the kitchen as he added various seasonings and spices.

You found yourself not really focusing on what specific dish he was creating. Instead, your eyes tracked his movements around your kitchen, mesmerized by how naturally he navigated the space.

...It was like he lived there.

The thought sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. No way. You pushed the notion aside quickly, trying to ignore how comfortable he looked in your personal space.

"Should I even be trusting your cooking abilities?" you asked, attempting to sound skeptical, but the heavenly aroma wafting from the stove betrayed your doubts. The scent made your mouth water involuntarily, and your stomach growled softly in anticipation.

"I don't see why not," Yoon-Ho responded confidently, his attention focused on the pot as he stirred its contents with careful attention. Steam rose in delicate swirls as he added more ingredients.

"I've been told that I should've been a chef instead of a hunter." The smugness in his voice was impossible to miss, even though you couldn't see his face.

"Really..." you hummed, maintaining a facade of skepticism despite the increasingly appetizing aromas filling the kitchen. Your stomach grumbled again, louder this time, and you hoped the sound of cooking masked it.

"Mhm," he confirmed with a single, self-assured nod before turning to face you. He cocked his head slightly to the side, a gesture that somehow managed to be both endearing and irritating at the same time.

"I've also been told that I'd make a wonderful househusband," Yoon-Ho informed you, his lips curving into a meaningful smile. His eyes sparkled with suggestion, clearly pushing you to consider the possibility.

"And who told you that? Your grandma? A previous relationship?" you questioned, unable to resist the urge to tease him. A hint of a smile played at the corners of your mouth as you watched his reaction, genuinely curious about the source of such high praise for his domestic skills.

"Ohh, wondering about my ex's, are you?" he said slyly, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes dramatically, making sure he caught your exasperated expression.

"Not in the slightest," you declared firmly as you pushed yourself away from the counter. You walked to stand beside him, your shoulder barely brushing against his arm as you peered over to inspect his culinary masterpiece. The aromatic steam wafted up, making your mouth water despite your attempts to remain unimpressed.

"I was simply wondering who would put that ridiculous idea in your head. The thought of you as a househusband seems rather far-fetched, don't you think?"

Yoon-Ho glanced down at you, his eyes momentarily dropping to your chest before snapping back up to meet your questioning gaze. A slight flush colored his cheeks at being caught in the act.

"It was..." he paused, suddenly finding the contents of the pan incredibly fascinating as he stirred them with unnecessary vigor, "It was an ex," he finally admitted, his voice carrying a hint of discomfort that piqued your interest despite yourself.

You only hummed in response, a noncommittal sound that revealed nothing of your thoughts. A part of you burned with curiosity about his past relationships, wanting to know who had shared his life before you. But you quickly squashed that dangerous line of thinking.

Learning about his romantic history would only serve to make your relationship more personal, more intimate. That was exactly the opposite of what you wanted - or at least, what you told yourself you wanted.

Your current arrangement with him worked perfectly fine without delving into emotional complications...

The sizzling of the pan filled the comfortable silence between you as Yoon-Ho put the finishing touches on their meal. Finally, with a flourish that seemed both practiced and natural, he presented his creation to you. A small, proud smile graced his features as he watched your reaction.

You raised an eyebrow as you reached for the bowl, pulling it closer to examine its contents.

"You made... bibimbap...?" you questioned, a bit surprised and mildly confused for no apparent reason.

The colorful arrangement of vegetables, meat, and rice looked appetizing, the steam carrying an enticing aroma that made your stomach growl appreciatively. The presentation was impressive, each ingredient carefully placed to create an aesthetically pleasing display.

Yoon-Ho leaned casually against the counter, his height allowing him to tower over you even in this relaxed position.

"What? Don't like it?" he asked, though his confident expression suggested he already knew the answer. His eyes tracked your movements as you continued to inspect the dish.

"No, no, it's fine," you assured him quickly, not wanting to seem ungrateful, "I was just expecting something... I don't know, more." you grabbed the spoon he had thoughtfully laid out and began mixing the ingredients together.

You noticed he had prepared a bowl for himself as well, and you both fell into a comfortable silence as they both started eating.

"So, how was your day?" he asked after a few moments, a hint of hesitation in his tone that seemed out of character for his usually confident demeanor. You looked up from your food, catching the genuine interest in his expression.

Your lips pursed thoughtfully as you considered your response, finally settling on a casual shrug.

"It was alright. Though we're getting more concerning reports about casualties in strike squads not affiliated with any guilds," you revealed, professional concern seeping into your voice.

Yoon-Ho immediately perked up at this information, "Oh? How do you investigate something like that?" he asked, his food momentarily forgotten as he focused entirely on your response.

You released a heavy sigh, spoon pausing midway to your mouth.

"Not very effectively. The nature of dungeons means we have no surveillance or concrete evidence to work with. We're limited to witness statements, and that's where things get difficult," you took another bite before continuing, "In this group, we've noticed a pattern - the witnesses are always the same people. They're the only survivors of these incidents."

Yoon-Ho's brow furrowed in thought as he processed this information, "They're probably killing the other hunters," he suggested casually, though his eyes had hardened with understanding.

"Or using them as pawns during boss fights to secure the loot for themselves," he added, and you nodded in agreement, impressed by his quick grasp of the situation.

"Yeah, that's exactly what we suspect," you confirmed, stirring your bibimbap absently.

"But proving it is another thing entirely. The dungeons disappear after being cleared, taking any potential evidence with them. And to complicate matters further," you added with a note of frustration, "many at the Association are hesitant to pursue this investigation too aggressively."

"Why is that?" Yoon-Ho wondered aloud, his curiosity evident.

"The leader of the strike squad is Hwang Dong-Suk," you revealed, watching as recognition flickered across his features.

"Hwang?" he repeated, his eyes narrowing as he processed this information. "As in elder brother of-"

"Hwang Dong-Soo yeah..." you pursed your lips and stared intently at your empty bowl, fingers tracing invisible patterns on its surface, "Now you understand why no one wants to ask questions. His reputation precedes him in the worst possible way."

Yoon-Ho chuckled darkly, shaking his head as memories of past encounters flashed through his mind, "Yea, yeah I do. I wouldn't want to talk to that immature bastard either. The way he handles situations... it's like watching a child with too much power and zero responsibility."

You laughed softly at his characterization, the sound carrying a hint of genuine amusement despite the serious subject matter. Your eyes sparkled with mirth as you looked at him.

"Immature bastard? Seriously? That's the best description you can come up with for someone who's terrorized half the hunting community?"

"What? I'm not wrong," he defended with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His expression carried traces of old confrontations and unresolved tensions.

You tapped your nails against the counter, creating a rhythmic pattern that seemed to echo your thoughts, "Eh, I guess not huh. He is pretty hazardous to deal with..." you murmured, your voice trailing off as memories of past incidents surfaced in your mind. There was that one time he hit on you as you tried escorting him out of a weapons dealer store...

Yoon-Ho found himself captivated by your smile, the way it softened your usually sharp (mean) expression, how it made your eyes crinkle at the corners. He wanted to preserve that expression, to be the reason it appeared more often. The warm flutter in his chest intensified as he watched you, growing into something more substantial, more demanding.

After a moment of contemplative silence, he gathered his courage and spoke, his voice carrying a weight of significance.

"Hey, so... what are we?"

Your head snapped up from the counter, your body tensing visibly as dread coiled in your stomach. This was exactly the kind of conversation you'd been skillfully avoiding for weeks.

"I dunno," you muttered, hoping your noncommittal response might deter further discussion.

"You 'don't know'," Yoon-Ho repeated, his tone carefully neutral despite the storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface, "Hm... well, do you wanna be something? Something more defined, more concrete?"

Your brows pulled together in a frown, creating a small crease between them that he found inexplicably endearing despite the situation.

"..I don't know," you said again, your voice carrying a hint of frustration, "Isn't this okay?.. What we're doing now?"

He raised an eyebrow, deliberately playing dumb. "eating?"

"smart." your voice dripped with irritation. You knew exactly what he was doing - using feigned ignorance to force you into articulating what you'd rather leave unsaid, "I mean the... no, no labels thing or whatever. The freedom to just be without silly expectations or commitments."

"But why?" His voice rose slightly, betraying his growing frustration, "Why don't you want to label anything? We could be dating right now," he said, emphasizing the word you seemed so determined to avoid, "I don't get it."

"I just don't want that right now... to date you—" you tried to keep your voice steady, but uncertainty crept in at the edges.

"Then what do you want?" Yoon-Ho's tone turned firm, all pretense of casual conversation abandoned. His eyes bore into yours, demanding honesty.

You met his gaze unflinchingly, refusing to be intimidated into a decision you weren't ready to make. The silence stretched between them, charged with tension and unspoken desires. Finally, you spoke, your voice low but clear.

"Sex."

Yoon-Ho scoffed, rolling his eyes as he pushed away from the counter. His movements betrayed his growing frustration with their arrangement, with being kept at arm's length while you took what you wanted. The realization that he was being used - again - sparked anger in his chest.

"Right now." you added the words quickly, hoping to diffuse the situation with the promise of physical pleasure, to distract him from the emotional conversation he seemed determined to have.

He stopped in his tracks, turning to look at you with an intensity that made your breath catch.

Anger flashed in his eyes as he deliberately walked around the counter, his movements predatory and purposeful. Without warning, Yoon-Ho grabbed your jaw, his fingers firm but not painful, and crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.

The aggression behind the action spoke volumes about his emotional state, about his frustration with their undefined relationship. He pressed your back against the counter, the edge digging into your spine, before suddenly breaking the kiss. In one fluid motion, he spun you around, bending you over the counter's surface, his actions fueled by a potent mixture of desire and anger.

Your eyes widened in shock, your breath catching in your throat as you craned your neck to look at him over your shoulder.

"Wait- here?" you gasped, your heart hammering against your ribs. You let out a soft, involuntary mewl when his hands moved swiftly to your pants, his fingers making quick work of the fastenings before yanking them down with unnecessary force.

The sudden action sent a jolt of uncertainty through your body, extinguishing the flames of desire that had been burning moments ago. Your mind shifted abruptly, no longer wanting this.

"You said you wanted it right now. I don't have time to move you into the room," Yoon-Ho spat out, his voice dripping with bitterness. His harsh tone only served to fuel your growing uncertainty, making your blood boil beneath your skin with newfound anger.

"What is with you- ah!" your words transformed into a startled cry as he thrust his cock into you without warning, filling you completely in one swift motion.

Your fingers scrambled for purchase on the smooth counter edge, your body trembling violently as your nervous system struggled to process the overwhelming sensations. Your mind couldn't decide whether to interpret the intense feelings as searing pain or explosive pleasure, leaving you caught in a confusing limbo of feelings.

Yoon-Ho snapped his hips forward with deliberate force, his right hand gripping your hip with bruising intensity while his left hand found itself on the back of your neck. A tempest of conflicting emotions raged within him: raw anger intertwined with deep hurt, pleasure mixing with gnawing guilt. The emotional cocktail clouded his judgment, making his thoughts swim hazily as if his head had been stuffed with cotton.

"What's with me? What's with you," he growled between powerful thrusts, each movement growing increasingly aggressive as his hips collided forcefully with your ass. The sound of skin meeting skin rang out through the kitchen.

"I can tell you like this, 'cause you invite me over for sex, but then what? Is this all we'll ever be?"

"sl-slow down-" you pleaded, voice breaking into desperate whimpers. An overwhelming sense of suffocation gripped you as his fingers tightened around your throat from behind, while his cock pivoted deliberately to assault your cervix with punishing precision. The dual assault left you gasping for air and coherent thoughts.

"Is this all I am to you? Just a living, breathing dildo??" he hissed through clenched teeth, his vision becoming increasingly unfocused as emotion overtook reason.

You felt hot tears beginning to form in your eyes, the physical and emotional intensity becoming too much to bear.

"Tell me, pretty girl, what am I?" Yoon-Ho's voice dropped to a dangerous growl as he leaned down close to your ear, adjusting his position to study your face. The moment he noticed the tears clinging to your long lashes, his movements ceased abruptly, guilt flooding his system like ice water in his veins.

"Yoon-Ho please, slow... slow down..." you whimpered brokenly, your voice cracking painfully on his name. The sound of your distress cut through his anger like a knife through butter.

His hand released your throat immediately, moving to wrap protectively around your middle before sliding up between your breasts to cradle your neck with newfound gentleness. Yoon-Ho carefully lifted your trembling form off the counter, supporting your weight against his chest.

"I'm sorry," he murmured softly into your hair, genuine remorse evident in his tone, "I was too rough, wasn't I?"

With careful movements, he carried you to your bedroom, his steps measured and steady despite his racing heart. He laid you down onto the plush mattress with unexpected tenderness, treating you as if you might shatter under too firm a touch.

Spreading your thighs with gentle hands, he aligned himself and slid back into your warmth with deliberate slowness, taking a deep, centering breath as your body welcomed him. He focused intently on the exquisite sensation of your silken walls fluttering around his length, trying to ground himself in the present moment rather than his earlier anger.

Yoon-Ho's eyes traveled slowly downward, taking in every detail of your trembling form beneath him.

His gaze lingered on the slight sheen of sweat coating your skin, the way your chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, before finally settling on the intimate point where their bodies joined.

The sight of his cock disappearing into your wet heat made his breath catch in his throat. With newfound tenderness, his hand moved between their bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive bud. He began to rub slow, sensual circles around your clit as he established a gentler rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of you carefully, determined to replace your pain with pleasure.

"I just don't want you to walk away," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His hips faltered momentarily as a quiet groan escaped his parted lips, the sensation of your warmth overwhelming his senses.

Your back arched dramatically off the bed, your hips moving with desperate intensity as you sought to take him deeper, to feel every inch of him inside of you.

"I love you too much to let you go... you understand that, don't you, baby?"

Yoon-Ho's gaze fixed intently on the subtle bulge in your tummy, a visual testament to how deeply he filled you. The sight of you, stretched and stuffed so completely with his thick cock, sent a surge of satisfaction through his body. Your incoherent whimpers and desperate moans proved just how thoroughly he had fucked you.

"I'm- I'm fuck!- ngh, r-right there," you cried out, your mind too consumed by the intense pleasure of his slow thrusts to form any clear thoughts.

Your words dissolved into desperate pants as his skilled fingers found their way to your sensitive clit.

"Oh shhittt," you moaned, your voice breaking as he leaned forward, adjusting his angle. His fingertips traced deliberate circles against your swollen bud while his hips maintained their perfect rhythm. The combination of sensations proved too much, sending you careening over the edge into an explosive orgasm that shook your entire body.

Yoon-Ho released a deep moan as your inner walls contracted rhythmically around him, your body desperately trying to milk every drop from his throbbing cock. He pressed forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of your sweaty skin.

"I know, I know," he murmured, his hot breath fanning across your sweat-dampened flesh.

"you understand... I just know you do," his words trailed off into a deep, chest-rumbling groan as his own release overtook him. His jaw went slack as he emptied himself inside of you, marking your womb with his sticky cum.

With careful movements, Yoon-Ho withdrew from your warmth, the motion eliciting simultaneous shivers from both their oversensitive bodies. The sight of you lying there, thoroughly fucked out and satisfied, made his breath catch in his throat.

"you look absolutely divine like this..." he murmured appreciatively, his strong hand pushing back your trembling thigh. His dark eyes fixated on the erotic sight of his release slowly trickling from your well-used entrance.

"I could just devour you whole..." he smirked, his heated gaze traveling up to meet your eyes, taking in your flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips.

"My mouth is watering," he admitted, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. The words carried a weight of promise, suggesting that despite the thorough fucking, he was far from finished with you. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your inner thigh, drawing ever closer to your sensitive core, while his eyes remained locked on your face, drinking in every minute reaction to his touch.

He leans down and captures your lips with his, kissing you tenderly as if they hadn't just shared such sexy moment.

His lips hum against yours while his tongue explores the warm cavern of your mouth, tracing patterns along the roof that make you shiver. You moan into the kiss, your trembling hands finding their way up to wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft hair at his nape.

The simple act of kissing thrills you - there's something pure and sweet about it despite everything else you've done with him.

Yoon-Ho grazes your lower lip with his teeth before soothing the slight sting with his tongue, taking his time to savor your taste. When he finally pulls back, his dark eyes lock onto yours with burning intensity.

"I wanna put my cock in your mouth," he whispers hoarsely, his heated gaze dropping to your lips. His thumb presses against your plump bottom lip, pulling it down to expose your teeth.

"you'd look so gorgeous with me fucking your face." His voice drips with raw desire, making your pulse quicken.

Your cheeks flame bright red at his bold words. The mere suggestion of taking him in your mouth sends a thrill of nervous excitement through your body. You've never ventured into this territory before, but something about his hungry expression and the way he touches you makes you want to try. Your inexperience doesn't deter you - instead, it adds to the interest of giving him a blowjob.

"..okay," you mumble softly, watching as Yoon-Ho freezes momentarily. His eyes widen slightly, clearly caught off guard by your willing agreement. The surprise on his face quickly morphs into heated anticipation.

Minutes later, you find yourself on all fours on the bed, your lips stretched around his thick length as you take him into your warm mouth. His fingers thread through your soft hair, providing gentle guidance as you bob your head in a steady rhythm that makes him groan.

The wet sounds of your mouth working his cock fill the room, mixing with his heavy breathing and occasional moans of pleasure.

The sight of you like this - so eager to please him - threatens to make him cum far too quickly. He forces himself to maintain control, wanting to burn this image into his memory forever.

His dark lashes flutter against his cheeks as you take him deeper, your throat constricting around his sensitive head. His cock pulses when you gag slightly, the vibrations of your moan sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.

The way you look up at him through tear-rimmed eyes, your lips stretched wide around his girth, makes his head spin with desire.

"fuck... just like that," he moans deeply, his hips instinctively pushing forward to slide deeper into your wet mouth. You wince slightly as you feel your lips stretch further to accommodate him.

The sensation is foreign but immensely arousing - the weight of him on your tongue, the taste of his skin, the way he twitches when you swallow around him. Your tongue glides along his shaft, coating him liberally with saliva that drips down your chin.

Growing bolder, you pull back until just the tip remains between your lips. Your tongue swirls around his sensitive head before pressing into his slit, exploring the small opening with the point of your tongue. The unexpected stimulation makes Yoon-Ho whimper, his whole body trembling.

His orgasm hits suddenly - you pull away in surprise, causing thick ropes of cum to paint your flushed face and tangle in your tousled hair. The sight of his release marking you makes his cock twitch again, wanting to shove into your mouth again.

Yoon-Ho tightens his grip in your hair, guiding your face back toward his still-pulsing length.

"open," he commands breathlessly, his voice rough with pleasure. You comply immediately, parting your swollen lips.

He drags his sensitive cockhead across your waiting tongue, shuddering as he milks the last drops of his orgasm. The oversensitivity makes his thighs quake, but he can't resist the wet heat of your mouth.

"christ.." he pants heavily, tapping his softening cock against your cum-streaked cheek while a satisfied grin spreads across his face.

"you look so fucking hot right now..." His eyes drink in every detail - your disheveled hair, your glazed eyes, his seed glistening on your skin. The image of you like this, looking thoroughly debauched, sears itself into his memory.

He knows he'll replay this moment countless times in his mind, remembering how eagerly you took him, how perfectly your mouth fit around him, how beautiful you looked absolutely covered in his cum.

You blink up at him, feeling his warm release coating your face, your mind struggling to process his words through the haze of arousal. Yoon-Ho traces his finger across your flushed cheek, gathering the pearly drops of his seed. He pushes his thumb past your parted lips, pressing it firmly against your tongue, making you taste his seed. The bitter saltiness floods your mouth as you instinctively swallow around his digit.

His eyes darken with renewed arousal as he watches your tongue work around his thumb.

Leaning down, an eager smile plays across his lips, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "Want me to return the favor?"

"hnn?" you grunt softly, still tasting his release on your tongue, your mind still clouded with lingering traces of their shared intimacy. The way his eyes roam hungrily over your face makes your pulse quicken with anticipation.

"I mean just imagine it," he murmurs seductively, bringing his face close to your ear. His hot breath fans against your sensitive skin as he traces the delicate shell with the tip of his tongue.

The wet heat of his mouth sends shivers down your spine as he continues his sensual exploration. His teeth graze your earlobe before he whispers, his voice thick with promise, "my tongue all in your pussy..." The crude words spoken in such an intimate way make your body shake with need, your pussy clenching at the vivid image his words paint.

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COERCION ꒦ PART 9 . story page . prev part . next part

꒦ Baek Yoon-Ho x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS. Ever since your S-Rank evaluation debuted a mere two months after his, Baek Yoon-Ho has been utterly obsessed with you. For the past couple of years, he’s made every effort to persuade you to go out with him. At last, after a night filled with some dubious coercion that leads to a captivating one-night stand (he finest care to admit it), he finds himself hooked —and you can’t help but feel the same. CONTAINS. mostly filler ngl. talk of Min Byung-Gyu. everyone needs therapy. sly Yoon-Ho AUTHORS NOTE. calm before the storm

WORD COUNT . . 2.8k+

When Yoon-Ho comes in the Hunter's Association the next day to take you to lunch, everyone stares at him. Their gazes follow his confident stride through the office, some curious, others knowing.

Of course he's seen the tabloids and articles and even heard the speculation. But instead of feeling put on the spot, or out in the open like you, he felt giddy. The attention only serves to fuel his determination to officially make you his.

Maybe by getting your 'relationship' out there and in public, you would be more inclined to talk about what exactly was between you and Yoon-Ho. The thought makes his heart race with anticipation. Yoon-Ho was already thinking that you were dating, because he already referred to you as his woman when he talked to himself, the private admission bringing a smile to his face every time.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, your heart picking up with anxiety as you stand up from your desk and looks around.

He only grinned, the expression bright and unaffected, though he couldn't completely ignore the slight hurt he felt from you seeming worried of being seen with him. Still, he understands your hesitation, even if it stings a little. After all, you've always been more reserved about personal matters, especially when it comes to him.

"Let me take you to lunch," he says, looking down at you with those eyes - the ones that seem to hold a universe of unspoken promises and barely contained affection.

He knew exactly what he was doing, wielding those eyes like a weapon, because your ears immediately flushed a telling shade of pink and you glanced away, unable to maintain eye contact.

You seemed hesitant, your body language screaming reluctance as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

"Please?" Yoon-Ho hums, his voice carrying a hint of playful persuasion as he takes a calculated step closer, deliberately using his presence to pressure you into saying yes.

The subtle scent of his cologne washes over you, making your heart flutter traitorously. You took a defensive step backward, holding out your hand like a physical barrier between you, trying to maintain some semblance of appropriate distance.

"My ground-rules from when we went to dinner are still set in stone," you say firmly, your voice carrying a steel edge that would make most men back down immediately. But Yoon-Ho merely frowns, the expression more petulant than angry, as he steps back nonetheless, respecting your boundaries even if he doesn't like them.

Rule one, no PDA or touching of any kind - a rule that needed a permanent carving in his brain.

"Fine," he said gruffly, his deep voice carrying a note of frustration, "Go to lunch with me." It didn't sound like he was asking anymore; the words carried the weight of a command, though you both knew he wouldn't be able to force you.

"I'm kind of busy with work. Maybe another time," you say, turning away from him in a deliberate dismissal. You run your finger along a file on your desk, pretending to be absorbed in work you've already completed.

The truth hung heavy in the air between the both of you- you didn't want to be seen with him in public again. Not with the rumors and speculation still running rampant in the media, each new article more sensational than the last; trying to bombarde the people of Korea with such little revelations and stupid theories on your private relationship.

Yoon-Ho's brows furrowed slightly, the first real signs of irritation creeping into his expression. His jaw feathers slightly, a muscle ticking beneath the skin, "I'm not leaving unless you leave with me." His words carry a quiet persistence that you've come to know and dread.

You looked back to him, narrowing your eyes in an annoyed challenge, "Why do you have to be so difficult?" you hissed under your breath, frustration evident in every syllable.

He lifted his chin slightly, looking down at you with an unwavering gaze that spoke volumes about his resolve. He wasn't backing down, not this time, not when it came to you.

Never when it came to you.

He could feel the annoyance emanate off of you in tangible waves, but he didn't care. This was important.

This was more than just lunch - it was a chance to deepen his relationship with you, to chip away at the walls you so carefully maintained as to not let anyone close. He wasn't going to let your bad mood or fear of public opinion affect that. Even if he was weak for you in ways he'd never been for anyone else, even if your every rejection stung like a physical wound.

Yoon-Ho hasn't forgotten his promise to himself the night of La Yeon: to make you fall for him, no matter how long it takes.

"Ugh, fine, fine," you give up with a defeated sigh, grabbing your bag and storming past him in a whirlwind of frustrated energy. But you stop at the door, turning towards him with a mean glare. Lowering your voice to ensure your conversation remains private, you start, "But don't exp—"

"Don't expect anything. I know, I know," Yoon-Ho rolled his eyes, the gesture carrying slight exasperation from how many times you seem to say or imply it.

He follows you out of your office, falling into step beside you as you two leave the building. People stared openly, some in surprise, others with knowing looks that made your skin crawl with an almost nervous energy.

You get to the passenger side door before he could open it for you, making sure to prevent another opportunity for physical contact. He's still feeling a bit irritated at your constant evasion but doesn't say anything, only getting into the driver's side and starting the car with perhaps more force than necessary.

He takes them to a light place, a new establishment that seemed bright and open, like a modern café with floor-to-ceiling windows and minimalist décor. You felt uneasy but went along anyway, your fingers fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

As the both of you sit down at a table near the window, you catch a glimpse of some people standing up and leaving quickly, their movements jerky and rushed as if they were running from a bear in the forest that was dead set and tearing them apart.

You pay no mind to it, though the observation sits heavy in your stomach.

It was normal, you remind yourself, for others to flee in fear of being in the presence of someone with inhuman strength. Still, you can't help but notice how Yoon-Ho's expression tightens slightly, revealing that he's not as unaffected by their reaction as he pretends to be.

He pretends as if it doesn't bother him. Just like you do.

"What are you getting?" Yoon-Ho asks casually as he looks over the menu, his tone calm as he tries to maintain the façade of a normal lunch between colleagues. The potency in his eyes that suggests that he wants it to be anything more than casual.

"Probably something light, like a salad," you responded with a somewhat dry tone, your fingers idly flipping through the menu without really seeing the words. The tension from your earlier interaction at the office still lingered in the air, making even this simple choice feel weighted and almost forced.

A brave waiter approaches your table, his steps hesitant, clearly recognizing Yoon-Ho and yourself but maintaining his composure (kind of). He takes your orders with admirable steadiness before scurrying away, his retreat just a touch too quick to be natural.

You stare down at the table, tracing the lines of the wood almost boredly, your finger following the natural grain patterns as if they hold some secret message you're trying to decipher.

But you pause when you remember your conversation with Woo yesterday.

"Hey, how is Byung-Gyu doing?" you suddenly ask, the question spilling from your lips before you could overthink if you were in any position to ask about him anyways.

He raises an eyebrow at the sudden inquiry, surprise evident in the slight widening of his eyes. Yoon-Ho supposes you've heard of his retirement, and the Association's disapproval of it - news travels fast in their circles, especially when it concerns someone of Byung-Gyu's caliber as a healer.

"He's doing alright. Still being harassed by the Association to join as an officer," he said, a bit of disdain bleeding into his voice. But he stops abruptly when he remembers your job, his expression shifting to one of careful neutrality, not wanting to offend your professional allegiances.

It seemed you didn't care about his dislike towards the Association though, your concern focused elsewhere.

"I didn't mean like that. I meant how's he doing like... mentally," you sounded worried, voice softening with genuine concern which made Yoon-Ho feel better, knowing that you cared about the wellness of his closest friend. Your eyes held a depth of understanding that spoke of personal experience with trauma.

Yoon-Ho sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of barely contained frustration and worry, "I uh... I don't really know. He tells me he's fine, but he still shakes when a dungeon is brought up."

Your expression softened considerably, and you shook your head lightly, sympathy etched in every line of your face. You wait in your response when the waiter returns, setting your drinks down with careful precision before retreating once again into the safety of the kitchen to calm his fight or slight instinct.

"Poor guy," you muttered, taking a thoughtful sip of your water. You pitied Byung-Gyu, your mind racing through all the things he went through, the horrors he'd seen, the friends he'd lost.

"He doesn't need pity," Yoon-Ho said carefully, his tone measured but not defensive. The words carried honesty and a touch of grief, the kind that comes from watching someone you care about struggle.

He also feels bad for his friend, but he knows Byung-Gyu is strong, has witnessed that strength firsthand. He holds onto the belief that his Byung-Gyu will get through whatever he's dealing with, even if the path is longer and harder than ones he's ever had to deal with before.

"I know, but I can't help it," you said softly, looking down again, your fingers now still against the wooden table as you really thought about it.

"He never asked to be a hunter, and now he's suffering because of something he was forced to participate in," you couldn't relate more, your own experiences with the Association's demands echoing painfully in your head.

You were talking about Jeju Island of course - that cursed place that had taken so many lives.

During the past failed attempts to clear the island of its S-rank dungeon, Byung-Gyu was required to participate, his S-rank healing abilities making him too valuable to leave behind. The most recent raid had been particularly devastating, leading to the deaths of most of his friends, their lives slipping through his fingers despite his desperate attempts to save them. The failure had broken something in him.

Yoon-Ho was also quiet after what you said, his mind unwillingly going back to that terrible day. He was there to witness Byung-Gyu panic and break down, watching helplessly as he screamed himself hoarse, trying to revive their fallen comrades long after it was too late. It had been rough, the kind of experience that leaves permanent scars on the mind.

"It's not any of my business, but do you think he'd ever return?" you ask with barely a whisper, knowing the topic was sensitive.

Yoon-Ho's expression turned grim, his features hardening into something almost painful to look at, and his eye twitched slightly- a tell-tale sign of his emotional distress.

It was an obvious no from the reaction he made, the very thought of Byung-Gyu returning to that life seeming to physically pain him. The silence that followed your question was heavy with unspoken memories and shared grief, a reminder of the price they all paid for their extraordinary abilities.

"I... I don't think so. He's still shaken up since Jeju," he said, his voice gradually diminishing to mutter.

Yoon-Ho shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his own mind recoiling from the dark memories of that fateful day. The mere mention of it brought back flashes of blood, screams, and the overwhelming sense of helplessness that had permeated the stale air.

"I've brought it up before, but he was always hesitant when answering, his eyes getting that distant look, you know? I don't talk about it anymore, because I know it makes him anxious and sick just thinking about it."

You sighed softly, swallowing thickly as you processed this information, "Well... in my personal opinion, I think he should spend time away from it all. I don't even think he should return," you say honestly, genuinely concerned for Byung-Gyu's well-being.

Yoon-Ho nodded once in agreement, relief washing over his features at finding someone who shared his perspective. He appreciated your straightforward approach, so different from the Association's constant pressure and manipulation. Their persistent attempts to lure Byung-Gyu back into active duty had been wearing on the healer. Making him feel guilty for leaving behind injured hunters to 'fend for themselves', as the Association put it.

He then cleared his throat, desperate to shift away from the heaviness of their previous topic.

"On a better note, he's actually been thinking of pursuing teaching," he said, his voice brightening slightly with hope. The change in his friend's career path represented more than just a job switch - it was a chance at healing, at finding purpose beyond the trauma.

"Oh, that's nice. What subject?" your interest seemed real, your eyes softening.

"Korean history," he goes on to talk about it, filling the silence with animated chatter about Byung-Gyu's newfound passion for sharing knowledge.

He explains how his friend's eyes light up when discussing historical events, how he's already started collecting books and resources, planning potential lesson plans in his spare time. The enthusiasm in his voice was contagious, painting a picture of once lost hope.

After your lunch with him concludes, Yoon-Ho drives you back to work, the afternoon sun casting long shadows through the car windows. Once again, you found yourself actually having a good time, which was probably not good.

These moments of connection with Yoon-Ho were dangerous, threatening to blur the lines you'd been trying to draw between you and him.

"Thanks for lunch," you say, looking at him and reaching for the door handle, your fingers wrapping around the cool metal, "I enjoyed our talk... and I won't say anything about Byung-Gyu." your promise carried weight, understanding the delicate nature of what had been shared.

Yoon-Ho smiles at that, appreciation warming his features. "Thanks."

You nod before trying to open the door; he had locked it.

Sighing, you slowly turn your head towards him, already recognizing the playful mischief in his expression. He had a sly grin on his face, one that you knew all too well from your past experiences with him.

"Yoon-Ho," you warn, now remembering why you didn't want to go out with him.

"Give me a kiss and I'll set you free," he hums playfully, leaning across the center console and glancing at your lips.

Your eyes widened, and you quickly glanced around, scanning the parking lot. There were a few people nearby outside, but they seemed absorbed in their own activities, paying no attention to the car's occupants.

"Are you crazy? Ground rules, Yoon-Ho, remember them," you hissed, but your protest lost some (most) of its force when he slid his hand onto your thigh.

Your lips part involuntarily, and you glance down, feeling the familiar tingle of his touch on your thigh, warmth spreading from where his fingers rested against your skin to flutter in your lower stomach.

"PDA stands for 'public display of affection', but we're not in public. We are in the safe confines of my car," Yoon-Ho murmured, leaning closer and brushing his nose against your cheek. His breath was warm against your skin, carrying the faint scent of the mint tea he'd had with lunch.

"Which has windows," you reasoned, pulling away and pushing his hand off of your thigh, though the action lacked real conviction.

"I can also easily rip this damn door off." The threat would have been more effective if your voice hadn't sounded so breathy.

"Unnecessary," Yoon-Ho looked to your lips again, feeling arousal stir in his gut, his eyes darkening with desire, "and the windows are tinted."

You scoff, glaring at him with a mixture of discontent and annoyance.

In hindsight, you knew he was right about the door comment being unnecessary.... It's just a little kiss, you reason with yourself, what could be the harm?

You quickly leaned towards him, heart racing despite your attempted nonchalance. Your lips met his in a chaste kiss, soft and fleeting, while your fingers deftly reached across his form to unlock the car door from his side.

You pulled away before temptation could take hold, grabbed your bag with slightly twitchy hands, and pushed open your door, making your escape into the afternoon air.

Yoon-Ho watches you retreat with a slight, satisfied smile playing on his features, his eyes following your departing figure with undisguised longing.

He licks his lips, savoring the lingering sweetness of your stolen moment.

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꒦ Baek Yoon-Ho x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT . . 3k+

It's been a few days since your date with Yoon-Ho and you've been holding up well. You found yourself responding to his constant texts, which seemed to arrive like clockwork throughout the day, each one making your heart flutter just a little despite your best efforts to remain detached. You even found yourself answering and tolerating some of his late-night calls when you had enough energy for it; your conversations with him stretching into the early hours as you discussed everything and nothing.

Surprisingly, you were feeling good about this. About him. The easy way the both of you fell into a rhythm of communication, the comfortable silences that didn't need to be filled...

Until you weren't.

You wondered what your relationship was with Yoon-Ho, the question plaguing your thoughts during quiet moments at work.

Were you dating? Did you even want to date him?

No, you didn't think so. You didn't think that you could date him because of your complicated lives. Both of your jobs were highly dangerous, with death lurking around every corner, and you were busy with your own life, barely managing to keep your head above water most days.

You couldn't allow yourself to get attached, because what if something happened and it broke you? The thought of losing him to the job made your chest tight with anxiety.

You didn't have the time to grieve over him, or a loss of a relationship.

The life of a hunter was already filled with enough grief and loss without adding romantic heartbreak to the mix. Add to the fact that you couldn't even have children due to your 'new' body as a hunter, a cruel reality you had come to terms with, and Yoon-Ho wanted to get married and have lots of children. As he explicitly stated at the dinner, his eyes shining with hope and dreams of a future you could never provide. Lots.. of children.

You couldn't give him what he wanted. And that wasn't fair to him.

You couldn't be the woman he dreamed of, couldn't provide the family he so desperately desired. The thought of watching his dreams crumble because of your limitations was more than you could bear.

While you enjoyed your time together, the amazing sex that left you breathless and wanting more, the quiet moments of understanding between you and him, you just couldn't lead him on like this. Because you didn't want to hurt Yoon-Ho.

That would hurt you more than any physical wound you'd ever endured as a hunter.

"Good morning," Woo Jinchul greets you with your last name as he walks into the kitchen in the office, his footsteps echoing against the tile floor. You were stirring sugar into your tea when you look up and offer a small smile, the spoon clinking softly against the ceramic.

"Still using my last name, hm?" you quipped a bit playfully, glancing back to your tea, watching the sugar dissolve into the amber liquid.

"Professional courtesy," Woo says, grinning back as he grabs a mug and starts making his own coffee, the familiar routine bringing a sense of normalcy to the morning, "We are in the workplace after all,"

"True, true," Lorelei agrees with a small nod, appreciating the simple comfort of their daily interaction.

The coffee maker whirs and you both stand there, the familiar aroma of fresh coffee filling the small kitchen space before Woo glances at you from the corner of his eye. He then sighs, turning towards you, his expression growing serious.

"Did you hear about Min Byung-Gyu?" he asked, lowering his voice so others wouldn't overhear.

Your smile faded slightly and you stopped stirring your tea. You placed your hands on the counter, the cool surface grounding you, "Yeah, I did," you says softly, a bit solemn, understanding the implications of what had happened.

"I understand him though, about not wanting to be a hunter anymore," you said, picking up your cup and taking a careful sip while turning towards Woo. He had a slight frown on his face, concern etched in the lines around his eyes.

"Don't tell me you're going to quit now too. We need you here," Woo responded, grabbing his coffee and peeling off the top of two coffee creamers, his movements swift, "You're the only S-rank at the Association other than Chairman Gun-Hee."

You shook your head firmly, "No, I'm not planning on quitting anytime soon. There's absolutely no need to worry," you assured with conviction in your voice, and Woo visibly relaxed, letting out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly, though concern still lingered in his eyes.

"I just mean that it's a scary job, especially for healers. After what happened on Jeju Island..." you trailed off, your brows pulling together as memories of that devastating day flooded back.

The screams, the chaos, the overwhelming number of casualties that even their best healers couldn't save. Woo also tensed for a moment, his jaw clenching as he remembered the previous failed raids of the island. The missions that had cost them so many good hunters, leaving behind broken spirits and shattered minds.

"He's traumatized, you know? Lots of hunters are. I get how he feels, perhaps more than most. He doesn't want to subject himself to the horror anymore. The constant pressure of holding lives in your hands, knowing that one mistake could mean someone doesn't make it home to their family."

Woo nodded silently in agreement, his expression grave, "Yes, well, when you put it like that I understand it too," his grip tightens on the mug in his hand, knuckles turning white with the pressure, but he quickly forces himself to regain his composure so the mug wouldn't shatter. The ceramic protests slightly under his grip before he manages to relax his fingers.

"It's just, lots of people aren't going to be happy with Korea's only S-rank healer retiring. The Association's already getting flooded with concerns about raid safety and emergency response capabilities," he added, voicing the practical concerns that had been circulating through the hunter community since the announcement.

You shrugged, your shoulders rising and falling in a fluid motion, "Let them talk what they wish. Hunter Min needs some time off," you reasoned, your voice carrying a note of protective determination, "Whether he returns or not is his choice in the end. Plus, we have many strong A-rank healers that can hold their own. They've been training hard."

Woo brought his lips to the brim of the mug, drinking his coffee while staring at you over the rim, studying your expression carefully. You tapped your nails against your own cup uncertainly, creating a rhythmic pattern that echoed in the quiet kitchen. The morning light streaming through the window cast shadows across your face, highlighting the slight furrow in your brow.

"I suppose you're right," he murmurs, glancing away from you as if he was deep in thought, considering the implications of your words and the changes facing their community.

You two stand there for a moment longer, the silence between you comfortable yet weighted with unspoken concerns about the future. Before you decided to get back to work, pushing yourself away from the counter, Woo speaks up again, his voice cutting through the quiet.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" he speaks, voice firm now, all traces of earlier uncertainty gone. You look back at him and raise a curious eyebrow, noting the sudden shift in his demeanor.

"It's a bit personal, but I, one of many, also would like an answer."

You were confused now, your mind racing through possibilities. What could he be talking about that would warrant such a serious tone? What had you missed?

"Uh, okay. I'll see if I can answer it," you smiled slightly, hoping to alleviate some of the new, almost awkward, tension that had suddenly filled the room.

"Are you perhaps in a relationship with GuildMaster Baek?"

You blinked, leaning forward with a slight hum like you couldn't believe your ears. Your mind blanked completely, all thoughts scattering like leaves in a sudden gust of wind. You're speechless, the question catching you entirely off guard despite your recent internal struggles with this very topic.

"Am I?... with Yoo- GuildMaster Baek?.. hm," you repeat, seeming more confused by your own words, the name feeling strange on your tongue in this context. Woo raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your reaction, watching as various emotions flitted across your face. Interesting...

"I am not dating him, no," you said, and technically it was the truth, but you felt as though you were lying, the words tasting bitter in your mouth.

The memory of your recent date with him, your late-night conversations, and the constant text messages made your statement feel hollow.

"I don't know why you would ask that," you laugh softly, trying to brush it off despite the sudden rapid beating of your heart. You set your tea down and purse your lips, avoiding Woo's knowing gaze as you struggled to look like you weren't internally panicking.

"May I ask where this is coming from? Or where you could've possibly heard this rumor?" you pause, voice wavering slightly as uncertainty creeps in.

A familiar knot of anxiety forms in your stomach as you internally cringe at your defensive tone. Were you being too suspicious? The way your voice pitched higher at the end betrayed your nervousness. Could he see past your constructed facade?

Woo looks a bit sheepish, his usual confident demeanor faltering for a moment before he pulls out his phone and steps closer, the movement deliberate and careful as if approaching a startled animal. He holds out the screen, angling it so you can see clearly.

Your eyes widened dramatically upon seeing the multiple tabloids, their gaudy headlines screaming speculations about your and Yoon-Ho's relationship status.

Your stomach drops as you takes in the photographs - crystal clear shots of you and him walking out of the hotel together, body language suggesting an intimacy that went beyond professional colleagues. In one particularly damning image, Yoon-Ho's hand hovers near the small of your back- had he sneakily done that?!

What about your first rule of no PDA?!

"Oh wow." you muttered dryly, feeling your palms beginning to sweat, leaving damp prints on your crossed arms. Your throat feels suddenly parched, and you fight the urge to fidget more obviously.

You had no reason to feel nervous; you try to convince yourself. Nothing happened between you that night - well, nothing physical at least, except for that make out (but that was nothing compared to what you've done with him before). The hours of conversation, the lingering looks, the tension that had built between you... none of that would show up in any investigation.

So even if reporters dug and dug they couldn't find anything concrete... hopefully.

Woo stared at you intently, his sharp eyes missing nothing of your discomfort, "I'm only asking out of simple curiosity. They recently went up this morning," he said, his tone softening slightly as guilt crosses his features, feeling a bit bad for suddenly pushing this upon you.

His fingers tap against his phone case nervously, creating a soft rhythmic sound in the tense atmosphere.

"Damn journalists," you grumbled under your breath, taking a deep breath that does little to calm your racing thoughts. Your fingers curl into fists at your sides, nails biting into your palms.

Woo took his phone back and turned it off quickly, sparing you from having to look too long at the next article which screamed in bold letters "White Tiger GuildMaster Yoon-Ho Baek & S-rank Chief of Surveillance scandalous outing?!" The headline alone makes you want to sink into the floor and disappear.

"Okay, this is a very simple explanation," you say carefully, measuring each word as if they were precious gems, holding out your hands in a placating gesture as if it would make Woo believe you more. Your palms are still facing upward, almost like you're pleading your case to a jury.

"We were there for the restaurant, La Yeon. And it was strictly business, nothing more." you emphasize the word 'strictly' perhaps a bit too forcefully, "Those pesky journalists just report on anything they think is crazy, you know that." your laugh sounds hollow even to your own ears.

Woo didn't look very convinced, his eyebrows drawing together skeptically, "That's surprising." The two simple words carry volumes of doubt.

You smiled nervously, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

"Surprising? What's so surprising about that?" you laughed, but it sounded too forced, too high-pitched to be natural. You mentally kick yourself for such an obvious tell.

"Well, if I recall," Woo begins, his tone taking on that analytical edge you've heard him use during investigations, "I remember GuildMaster Baek being very interested in you, and because of that you told me you found him annoying," he says matter-of-factly, wielding your own words from the past like a weapon.

"It's just surprising that you would go to dinner with him, even if it was regarding business matters. You could barely tolerate him before, much less be seen with him. You told me yourself," he says slyly, taking a calculated sip of his coffee while looking at you over the rim of his mug with raised brows. His eyes sparkle with barely concealed amusement at your predicament.

You frowned as he systematically dismantled your excuse, using your own past complaints against you. You cursed Woo's impeccable memory and his investigator's instinct for spotting inconsistencies. The weight of his logic bearing down on you like a physical presence.

"Fine," you caved, your shoulders slumping in defeat, unable to think of a decent and believable excuse as to why you would ever go out with Yoon-Ho.

The truth, or at least a version of it, seems like your only escape route now.

"He kept pestering me to go out with him and it was getting to a point. Like driving me up a wall." you run a hand through your hair in frustration, the strands catching slightly on your nails.

"So I just agreed to shut him up. But nothing happened, it was just a dinner and he took me home. That was it." The words taste like ash in your mouth, each one a small betrayal of the actual evening you'd shared.

You could've sworn Woo looked amused, his lips twitching upward at the corners as he watches you squirm under his knowing gaze.

You had the distinct feeling that you've just given him exactly the reaction he was hoping for.

"Honestly, good for you for getting out of your comfort zone," he smirked, his eyes dancing with barely contained amusement as he watched your reaction.

You rolled your eyes dramatically, the gesture carrying all your exasperation with the situation.

"So, is there speak of another date? You two going steady?" His tone was light, teasing, but carried an undercurrent of genuine curiosity.

You glared at him with such intensity that he felt as if he was stepping into dangerous territory. His skin prickled at your glare, a physical manifestation of the warning bells going off in his mind. Intimidating... The word floated through his thoughts as he watched your eyes narrow dangerously, reminding him why you were one of the most respected figures in the Hunter's Association.

"Weren't you just going on about professional courtesy?" you retorted, your voice sharp enough to cut glass. Woo shrugged his shoulders with an easy grace that only served to irritate you further, his casual demeanor a stark contrast to your rigid posture.

"It's now professional curiosity," he responded without hesitation, his quick reply drawing another eye roll from you. You sighed deeply, the sound heavy with resignation.

"So..." he seemed more serious now, his playful demeanor giving way to something more genuine as he leaned forward slightly. "Are you actually serious about him?" It seemed like he genuinely wanted to know, his eyes searching your face for any hint of the truth.

You hesitate for a moment, your fingers drumming an anxious rhythm against your thigh as you struggle to find the right words. Your mind races through possible responses, each one feeling more inadequate than the last.

...Were you serious about him?

-Of course you would say no- what were you thinking?! The very idea of admitting to any serious feelings makes your stomach twist into knots.

"No, no," you say, waving your hand dismissively in the air as if you could physically brush away the suggestion, "One time- it was a one time thing," you insist, but even to your own ears, the words lack conviction.

Woo clicked his tongue then cocked his head slightly to the side, studying you with the same intensity he usually reserved for particularly complex cases.

"That's a shame. I know he's your arch-nemesis and all, but I can kind of see you together," he muses, his words carrying a weight that makes your heart skip a beat.

Your eyes widened, shock written clearly across your features, "I'm sorry, what-?" you were shocked, the words coming out in a strangled whisper.

If Woo could see you and Yoon-Ho 'together', then how many others could as well?? A fresh wave of anxiety goes through your system.

"I don't know," he shrugged, but his casual gesture belied the thoughtfulness in his expression, "You guys seem made for each other."

You couldn't tell if he was joking or teasing you. It didn't seem like it. He seemed serious.

"Why?" The question escapes you before you can stop it, your curiosity getting the better of you.

Woo threw a hand up, gesturing vaguely in the air as if trying to grasp the right words, "Like I said, I don't know. I just always thought you two would end up together. I mean, GuildMaster Baek has been trying so hard, I feel like he deserves it."

You were flabbergasted at this sudden new truth you'd never heard from him, your mind struggling to process this revelation. The idea that others had been watching your interactions, drawing their own conclusions, makes you feel exposed in a way you're not comfortable with.

You then laugh it off, the sound slightly forced as you shake your head while grabbing your tea again. The ceramic is warm against your palms, giving you something to focus on besides Woo's knowing look.

"Absurd, that's what that is," you said while walking towards the door, your heels clicking against the floor in a steady rhythm. "I've never really thought about it,"

You had. More times than you'd ever admit, even to yourself.

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COERCION ꒦ PART 7 . story page . prev part . next part

꒦ Baek Yoon-Ho x Fem!Reader

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Yoon-Ho stares at your face in the morning, committing every feature of you to memory. He traces the delicate curve of your cheekbones, the soft bow of your lips, and the gentle slope of your nose with his eyes. He counts the number of eyelashes on each eye meticulously, watching as they cast feathery shadows on your cheeks until they eventually flutter open, revealing the warm depths of your gaze.

You bring a hand to your face, rubbing your eyes with slow, languid movements as you rolled over slightly to pause when your eyes landed upon Yoon-Ho.

He was just staring at you, expression blank but his eyes held an intensity that made your breath catch slightly in your throat.

A bit of hope blooms in his chest, spreading warmth through his entire body as he lifts a hand, gently brushing away some stray strands of hair from your face. His fingers linger against your skin, savoring the softness beneath his touch.

"Do you remember what you agreed to last night?" he asked, voice soft and filled with barely contained anticipation.

It took you a minute, your mind still foggy with sleep and the remnants of last night's passion, but when you did remember, your lips turned down in a slight frown. You then sighed, the sound carrying a mix of exasperation and resignation as you turned away from him and sat up, the sheets pooling around your waist.

"I don't recall saying yes to your proposal," you retorted like a smart ass, a bit of exhaustion coloring your breath. The morning light streaming through the windows cast a golden glow on your skin, making you appear almost ethereal despite your defiant stance.

You were still sore from last night, your muscles carrying a pleasant ache that reminded you of their passionate encounter.

It wasn't as bad as the first time they had sex, when everything had been new and overwhelming. Yes, he was aggressive, maybe even more so than last time, his desire for you evident in every touch and kiss, but since you knew what to expect, it was easier to deal with.

You rolled your shoulders, trying to work out the lingering tension as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back slightly, exposing the column of your throat.

"Come on," Yoon-Ho whispers, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness as he comes up behind you and slides his hand up your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He brushed his nose against the back of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, which made your brows pull together with want, betraying your body's response to his proximity. "Don't be like that..."

"You said you could do dinner," he murmured against your skin, his warm breath fanning across your shoulder as he placed feather-light kisses along your shoulder blade. Each kiss was deliberate, designed to weaken your resolve.

"How could you forget?"

Ignoring the persistent flutter in your chest and the way your skin tingled where his lips had been, you reach behind you and pushed his head away, though your touch wasn't as firm as she intended.

"Okay, I get it, I remember," you said, a bit annoyed at both his persistence and your own body's betrayal.

Yoon-Ho grinned despite being pushed away, his expression reminiscent of a cat who got the cream as he laid back on the bed, watching with undisguised appreciation as you got up, still naked. The morning light emphasized every curve and dip of your body, making his throat go dry.

"That means yes, right?" he mused, his dark eyes roaming over your body with unconcealed desire as you walked to your closet and pulled on a robe.

His voice carried a note of triumph that he didn't bother hiding. "You're still going. I mean, you did promise."

You scoffed, your fingers working quickly to tie your robe shut, trying to shield yourself from his hungry gaze. You glanced at him over your shoulder, your expression reluctant amusement, "Promise? Are we remembering two different things here?"

"What?" He sat up, cocking his head to the side cheekily, his orange hair falling messily across his forehead in a way that made him look boyishly handsome despite his naked state.

"I distinctly remember you saying promise." Yoon-Ho then stood up from the bed, stretching his arms as he walked over, his bare feet thudding against the floor with, making no attempt to cover himself.

You glanced down before looking away with a slight roll of your eyes, fighting the blush that threatened to color your cheeks at his brazen display.

"I don't think you were fully clear-headed, so you shouldn't think anything I said was distinct... and would you please put on some clothes?" your voice carried a note of exasperation.

"Hey, I'm proud of this body," he hums with a playful confidence, purposefully flexing his arm to showcase his well-defined muscles. He then places a warm hand on your hip, his touch gentle yet possessive as he tugs you an inch closer.

"And I'm not saying you shouldn't be," you responded, tilting your head to look up at him, your eyes tracing the contours of his face despite your attempts to maintain a stern expression, "I just don't want a man walking around my house with his junk hanging out."

You then pull away from his grasp, your robe swishing softly as she walks out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, bare feet padding quietly against the cool tiles.

Yoon-Ho grumbles under his breath, a sound of mock disappointment, before reluctantly walking over to the bed and picking up his scattered clothes from the floor, each piece a reminder of your rough night. He comes out into the kitchen a minute later, drawn by the inviting smell of freshly brewed coffee that permeates the air, the rich aroma filling every corner of the space.

He can't help but feel oddly domestic in this situation, the morning routine feeling natural and comfortable despite its novelty.

He felt like he had just woken up next to his wife, and they were planning a dinner date for their anniversary, the thought warming him from within.

The image of being married to you, of sharing countless mornings like this, made him smile to himself, a soft, genuine expression that caught Lorelei's attention. You cast him a suspicious glance, your eyebrows slightly raised as you wondered what weird thing was running through his mind now, your curiosity evident in your questioning gaze.

Yoon-Ho picks up the cup of coffee you made, the warmth seeping through the ceramic and into his palms, and takes a small, appreciative sip, licking his lips to savor the flavor. It was yummy, the perfect blend of hazelnut and light cream dancing on his taste buds. He says a small thank you.

You drink your own coffee as she stares at him, your eyes lingering on his bare chest despite your best efforts to look elsewhere. "So... couldn't find a shirt?"

He sets the mug down with a gentle clink and glances down at his exposed torso before looking back to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It magically disappeared," he said slyly before turning to look at his blurred reflection in the stainless steel fridge, admiring the evidence of their night together.

"Ugh," you look away from him as he admires the array of hickeys scattered over his chest, each mark a testament to how you surrendered. You didn't like being reminded of the damage you dealt him, each purple-red mark bringing a flush to your cheeks. It brought much shame since you'd given in to your sinful desires, though the memory of creating those marks turned you on a little bit.

"I make a wonderful canvas, don't you think?" Yoon-Ho said smugly, rubbing the side of his neck to feel the sting of bites. His eyes meet yours in the reflection, dark and full of knowing amusement.

"You're making me want to punch you," you grumbled, and he feigned a pout, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated display of hurt.

"If you hadn't gone bananas all over me last night, then that would've hurt my feelings," he says, his voice rich with glee as he walks around the counter separating them.

Your eyes widened, a mix of indignation and embarrassment coloring your features, "Wha?— I went bananas?!" your voice rises slightly, echoing in the quiet kitchen.

Yoon-Ho rolled his eyes dramatically, leaning against the counter beside you and crossing his legs in a casual pose that somehow managed to look both relaxed and provocative, "Uh, and who was the one that invited me over at two in the morning and seduced me into doing so...?" His words hang in the air between them, heavy with implication.

"Okay, well," your lips pressed into a line as you tried coming up with a comeback, your mind scrambling for a defense against his accurate observation.

"That's not fair. This only happened because you broke your promise in the alleyway." you point an accusing finger at him, though the effect is somewhat diminished by the blush creeping up your neck.

"Promise?..." he sucked in a breath through his teeth, looking up at the ceiling as he pretended to be deep in thought, his expression one of exaggerated concentration, "Hm, I don't remember any promise I made to you in some alleyway." His feigned ignorance is clearly meant to provoke you, and judging by the way your eyes narrow, it's working perfectly.

"Oh great, it seems you being distinct on remembering promises is all just a joke now, huh?" you crossed your arms, her posture stiffening with barely contained irritation.

You then leaned closer to him, "I'll jog your memory. You promised only a single kiss and you'd never ever pursue me again. But then you ended up shoving your tongue into my mouth and made me jerk you off in public!" you bit in a nasty tone as she poked his chest with your pointer finger, each jab punctuating your words with increasing force.

"Oh, and let's not forget you dragging me to some hotel and making a mess of me," you seethed, narrowing your eyes at him, your gaze sharp enough to cut glass, "That, Yoon-Ho, was not just a kiss. I think it was a little more," your voice dripped with sarcasm.

Yoon-Ho only stared down at you, his eyes slowly looking at your finger before back to your face, the corner of his mouth twitching with barely suppressed enjoyment, "... you're kinda turning me on right now.." he gave an uneven laugh, his eyes zeroing in on your lips, dark with desire.

"You're insufferable," you groaned, wanting nothing more than to grab his neck and wring him out. Your fingers twitched at your sides, torn between the urge to strangle him and the treacherous desire to pull him closer and just... well, go bananas.

"And you are really hot," he replied, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent involuntary shivers down your spine. The way he looked at you made you feel like prey being stalked by a particularly persistent predator.

You stood there for a moment longer before backing away with a frustrated huff.

"Why am I even going to dinner with you? At this point, I don't even think I should," The words came out more uncertain than you intended, betraying your internal struggle.

When you said that, he panicked. The playful demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by genuine concern.

He pushed off the counter and grabbed your wrist, twirling you back around with surprising gentleness despite his urgency. His eyes were desperate, filled with an emotion that made you more confused than anything.

"I'll take you to La Yeon," he said quickly, his grip on your wrist gentle but firm, as if afraid you might disappear if he let go.

That's how you ended up in his car the following day, the leather seats cool against your bare legs. You had dressed nicely for this occasion since Yoon-Ho had actually made reservations for eight at La Yeon - a nice restaurant in Shilla Hotel that was known for their delicious food and wonderful customer service. The evening air was crisp and clear, the setting sun painting the sky in shades of pink and gold.

You couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. The prospect of dining at one of Seoul's most prestigious restaurants had effectively silenced your earlier protests, though you tried not to let your excitement show too obviously.

Yoon-Ho parked his car and turned towards you with a small smile. He had also dressed up nice, looking formal in a way that made you want to tug him closer by the tie and ruin him in the backseat. The tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, and the way he had styled his hair made him look devastatingly handsome.

"Okay, I'm setting some ground rules," you said firmly, turning towards him with a serious expression, trying to ignore how the dim parking lot lighting cast attractive shadows across his features.

His smile faded into an expression of slight disappointment, his lower lip jutting out in a way that shouldn't have been as appealing as it was. "Ground rules...? Seriously?-"

"-Shut up," you replied quickly, cutting off his protest with a sharp gesture, "Don't act like you don't need them. First, no touching or PDA or anything like that. We are known S-rankers and I don't want anybody assuming we're here for the hotel just because you decide to grope me," your words were stern, but there was a slight tremor in your voice that suggested you weren't entirely confident in your ability to resist him either.

"I told you before that it wouldn't be a scandal if we're seen—" he stops mid-sentence, his words dying in his throat as you held up your hand with an air of authority that brooked no argument. The gesture was simple yet commanding, and Yoon-Ho found himself immediately falling silent, his natural instinct to obey you kicking in despite his earlier protestations.

The way he instantly yielded to your command spoke volumes about the dynamic between them...

"Second, no dirty talk or suggestive looks," you said firmly, your voice carrying the weight of someone who knew exactly what kind of mischief you were trying to prevent.

You paused deliberately, your eyes fixed on him with an intensity that dared him to challenge your words. When he remained silent, his face contorted into a slightly annoyed expression that made him look more like a scolded puppy than the powerful S-ranker he was.

"And third, lastly, nothing is happening tonight, and I mean nothing. We are here for La Yeon, not the hotel... Am I being clear enough?" your tone had a slight edge of condescension, the kind that simultaneously irritated and intrigued him.

The emphasis you placed on your words left no room for misinterpretation, though that didn't stop his mind from wandering to less innocent images of you tied up to a headboard.

Yoon-Ho remained quiet for a moment, processing your words with visible reluctance. Finally, he released a defeated sigh that seemed to deflate his entire being, "Crystal," he grumbled, the word coming out like a petulant child's response.

Without further argument, he exited the car and moved with surprising speed to the other side, opening your door with a flourish that betrayed his upbringing.

As you two made your way into the hotel and stepped into the elevator, he couldn't help but steal glances at you, his disappointment palpable in the confined space. The thought of nothing happening between you tonight weighed heavily on his mind, especially considering he had specifically reserved a room with romantic intentions. The soft hum of the elevator seemed to mock his dashed hopes.

Yoon-Ho had spent considerable time crafting what he thought would be the perfect evening in his mind: a romantic dinner where his natural charm would gradually wear down your defenses, leading to a night of slow passionate sex in the carefully selected room.

He had imagined every detail, from the way the city lights would reflect in your eyes to how your skin would glow in the moonlight filtering through the hotel room windows.

It was supposed to be a stepping stone in your relationship.

But now, thanks to your firmly established 'ground rules,' those carefully constructed fantasies were crumbling like a house of cards. The reality of the situation was settling in, heavy and unavoidable.

Still, he tries to convince himself that this isn't necessarily a bad thing. Since his accidental confession just yesterday – a memory that still makes him wince internally – he's been doing some serious reflection.

The realization has been growing that their relationship needs more emotional depth, something beyond the undeniably amazing physical connection they share. Physical connection as in really, really great fucking sex.

Yoon-Ho's new mission, extending from tonight into the foreseeable future, has crystallized in his mind: making you fall in love with him.

Upon reaching their private room, you both settle into your seats and place their orders for food and drinks. You position yourself across from him, but your attention is immediately captured by the view outside. A soft "wow" escapes your lips as you take in the cityscape, the lights twinkling like earthbound stars against the darkening sky.

Despite having a similar view from your apartment, there's something different about this moment. Perhaps it's the intimate atmosphere of the restaurant, or maybe it's the way the soft lighting catches the subtle highlights in your hair. Whatever it is, it makes the familiar sight seem new and enchanting.

"So," Yoon-Ho breaks the comfortable silence, his voice carrying an unexpected note of awkwardness that seems out of character for him. The question he's about to ask has been nagging at him for a while, "What was your job before the dungeons appeared?"

The question causes an immediate change in your demeanor. You tear your gaze away from the window, your face noticeably paling as you turn to face him. The sudden shift in your expression piques his curiosity while simultaneously raising concerns about the sensitivity of the topic.

"I was," you begin, your voice trailing off as you carefully consider your words, your hands finding their way to your lap in what appears to be a self-soothing gesture, "..was a toxicologist."

Yoon-Ho's eyebrows shoot up in genuine surprise, his expression a mixture of curiosity and admiration, "A toxicologist, that's a scientist right?" the revelation catches him completely off guard.

As he processes this new information, he realizes he had never really formed any concrete expectations about your previous job, making the truth all the more intriguing.

"Yeah, a scientist who studies the effects of toxins and venoms on living organisms," you said, your voice carrying a noticeable undercurrent of discomfort.

You shifted in your seat, your fingers absently tracing patterns on the tablecloth as you struggled to maintain your composure and not look sick. After a moment, you glanced up at him, grateful for the chance to redirect the conversation, "And you?"

"Oh, I was training to be a firefighter," he began, his face lighting up with enthusiasm as he delved into the details of his past.

He spoke about the rigorous physical training, the camaraderie among his fellow trainees, and the intense satisfaction of knowing he was preparing for a career dedicated to helping others.

To your surprise, you found yourself genuinely absorbed in his stories, particularly the way his eyes lit up when he described the more challenging aspects of his training.

Eventually, their food arrived, and the aroma alone was enough to make your mouth water. The first bite was nothing short of heavenly; your cheeks puffed out as she savored each morsel, practically radiating contentment.

Yoon-Ho watched you with undisguised affection, finding your uninhibited enjoyment utterly charming. He made a mental note to bring you back here, already imagining future dinners shared in this intimate setting.

The date progressed far better than you had anticipated. You had braced yourself for an evening filled with his usual provocative comments and teasing remarks, but he had shown remarkable restraint. His behavior had been respectful, engaging, and genuinely pleasant, forcing you to reassess some of your preconceptions about him.

But then, with the subtle shift that often accompanies deeper conversations, he asks, "Would you ever want a family?"

You pause, taken aback by the sudden change in direction. The question hangs heavy in the air as you carefully considers your response, "A family?.. I guess I've thought about it. Like a husband and children," you say, but your words ring hollow, lacking the warmth and enthusiasm such a topic typically inspires.

The careful neutrality in your tone masks a deeper pain you're not ready to share.

Yoon-Ho, caught up in his own excitement, fails to notice the subtle signs of your discomfort. His eyes light up with barely contained joy as he envisions their potential future together, "That's what I want too - a wife and children. Like lots of kids," he says, his voice growing animated as he allows himself to imagine you carrying his children, his heart racing at the mere thought.

"Oh, really?" the words come out slightly strained as you feel an invisible weight settle on your chest. Though you had no concrete plans for marriage or children with Yoon-Ho, his obvious enthusiasm for the idea creates an unexpected pressure that makes you feel somehow inadequate.

"Mhm, I want a big family," Yoon-Ho continues, taking a measured sip of his drink. His small, eager smile speaks volumes about his hopes for the future, each word unknowingly adding to your burden.

You manage to offer a small smile in return, your voice soft and slightly distant, "That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

The unspoken truth sits heavy in your throat - the knowledge that you could never fulfill his dream of having children, for you were incapable of it.

"Thank you for dinner," you say, settled in the passenger seat of his car after he's driven your home. The evening air has grown cool, and the streetlights cast a gentle glow through the windows.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asks, his hand sliding smoothly off the steering wheel as he turns towards you. His sly smile holds a hint of hope and something more intense beneath the surface.

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be," you respond, your lips quirking up in a genuine smile that betrays your growing comfort with him. Your hand moves toward the door handle, but you hesitate when you notice his gaze drop to your lips, the atmosphere in the car suddenly charged with anticipation.

"I'm glad," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a deeper register that sends a shiver down your spine.

You hold his gaze for a moment, the tension between you until you make an impulsive decision, leaning across the center console to press your lips against his.

Yoon-Ho responds with a soft groan that seems to come from deep within his chest, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek with surprising tenderness.

The kiss deepens naturally, your lips moving together with a mixture of need and desperation that speaks of long-suppressed desire. His mind grows increasingly hazy as your tongue ventures past his lips, exploring with a boldness that makes his pulse race, the gentle brush against the roof of his mouth sending waves of pleasure through his entire body.

His other hand instinctively reaches down, fingers trailing over the now prominent bulge straining against his tailored suit pants. He rubs slowly, deliberately, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through his body while his mouth parts in anticipation.

The hand resting on your cheek begins a sensual descent to your neck, his fingers pressing with just enough pressure to make you release a soft breathy moan, leaving small indentations in your soft skin.

He moves to slide his fingers beneath the delicate strap of your dress, already imagining the feel of your bare shoulder and more below, but you suddenly pull away, leaving him dazed with his tongue still slightly extended. His eyes flutter open, blinking rapidly as he tries to process what just happened, watching as you fight back an almost impish giggle.

"Wha..." he manages to stutter, his voice thick with confusion and lingering desire.

"Bye Yoon-Ho," you say with a hint of playfulness in your tone before swiftly opening the car door and stepping out into the night air.

He remains motionless, watching intently as you make your way to the building, your hips swaying slightly with each step until she disappears inside. Only then does his gaze drop to the uncomfortable tightness in his pants.

What the fuck was that?!

Did you just tease him??

Yoon-Ho sits in stunned silence for several moments before desperation takes over.

His trembling fingers fumble with his zipper, hastily pulling it down as he leans forward in his seat. Wrapping his hand around his throbbing cock, he can't suppress a shudder of pleasure.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, still tingling from your kiss. The memory of your kiss is overwhelming - your tongue moving against his with such delicious intent, the way you tasted, the soft sounds you made. His mind wanders to yesterday night, remembering how vividly wet you had been for him, your pussy gripping him so perfectly, cream coating his cock as he—

"ahh, mph—" The moan escapes through clenched teeth as his release hits him suddenly and forcefully. His eyes squeeze shut, body tensing as waves of pleasure course through him. His breathing comes in ragged gasps, his entire frame trembling as a thin line of saliva trails down his chin.

When he finally opens his heavy-lidded eyes, the sight of his release coating his hands and expensive suit pants brings him crashing back to reality.

Yoon-Ho blinks several times, trying to clear his lust-addled mind before his eye begins to twitch in mounting horror.

"Why the fuck..." he mutters, shame burning through him like wildfire as he desperately reaches for the glove compartment, searching for napkins. The full weight of what he's just done settles over him - he actually jerked off in his car right in front of your building, like some kind of pathetic creep.

What if someone had seen him?... The thought sends a fresh wave of mortification through him. Any passerby could have witnessed his moment of weakness, could have seen him losing control like this.

"I need help," he curses himself vehemently, ears burning bright pink as he frantically cleans up the evidence of his release. The expensive fabric of his pants is probably ruined, and he'll have to get them professionally cleaned - yet another reminder of his impulsive behavior.

He can't believe he let you affect him this way, reduce him to this state with just a kiss. But even as shame courses through him, he can't deny the lingering satisfaction, the way his body still tingles from his release.

And he wants nothing more than to follow you up to your place and prolong that pleasant feeling.

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COERCION ꒦ PART 6 . story page . prev part . next part

꒦ Baek Yoon-Ho x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS. Ever since your S-Rank evaluation debuted a mere two months after his, Baek Yoon-Ho has been utterly obsessed with you. For the past couple of years, he’s made every effort to persuade you to go out with him. At last, after a night filled with some dubious coercion that leads to a captivating one-night stand (he finest care to admit it), he finds himself hooked —and you can’t help but feel the same. CONTAINS. sex. reader rides Yoon-Ho. unrequited love. angst(?). AUTHORS NOTE. sorry this one took me so long TT. I tried writing this twice but the fucking AO3 draft didn't save, and it made me genuinely crash out. golly, I hit so many blocks when writing this part, so if you find any mistakes or repeated words/phrases don't crucify me

WORD COUNT . . 4k+

"Oh," you say audibly, your mind going blank. You weren't expecting him to answer so quickly and agree to come over. The reality of what you had just done hit you full force.

Your nervously pace your apartment, debating on whether or not to change from your tank top and shorts, no bra. But you were inviting him over for some devious activities technically... so maybe this sleepwear was appropriate? The think fabric left little to the imagination, which was probably perfect for what you had in mind.

You were clueless and definitely overthinking, your mind spinning with different possibilities and scenarios.

It was only minutes later when there was a knock on your door, the sound echoing through your quiet apartment. Your head whips towards it and your stomach drops, butterflies taking flight in your belly.

Maybe this was a mistake.

Should you make him turn back now?...

After he came all this way?...

The consequences of your actions weighed heavily on your mind, but the desire coursing through your veins was impossible to ignore.

....So you open the door and look up to see Yoon-Ho looking down at you, slightly flustered. It seems he was in a rush to get over here, his hair was disheveled, and his coat was hastily thrown on over what appeared to be his loungewear.

"hey," he says, his eyes roaming over your body and taking in your outfit, lingering on the places where your skin peeked out. Saliva pools in his mouth in anticipation. You looked so delectable in your tight tank top and skimpy little shorts.

You were doing this to him on purpose, weren't you?

"hey" you reply, blanking for a moment before stepping aside, "come in," your voice came out more suggestive than intended, already betraying your arousal. The air between the two of you crackled with tension as you held the door open, both of you knowing exactly what this late-night visit would lead to.

Yoon-Ho nods and walks in, footsteps thudding softly against the hardwood floors as he takes in his surroundings with appreciative eyes.

Your apartment was undeniably luxurious, with its modern furniture and flood-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking panorama of the city's nightscape. While impressive, it wasn't unfamiliar territory for him- his own place boasted similar amenities and views. After all, being the GuildMaster of the White Tiger Guild came with its fair share of financial rewards, just as your position did.

"Nice place," he manages to say, internally cringing at how his voice wavers slightly. Despite his attempts to remain calm, nervousness coursed through him, making his heart thunder in his chest.

Now it's been four torturous days since their hookup- since he'd lost himself in your warmth, since he'd ran his tongue along your skin since he'd made you cry out his name in pleasure-

These past four days have been absolute hell for Yoon-Ho.

He'd been going practically insane from the withdrawals, his body and mind craving you like an addict desperate for their next fix. Every waking moment had been filled with thoughts of you.

Now that he was finally back in your orbit, he was determined not to let you slip away again. The pull between you guys was too strong to resist for him, too precious to let go.

"thanks," you respond with a hint of dryness in your tone.

You settle onto the plush couch, your eyes meeting his with an expectant look that silently invites him to join you.

With ease, he shrugs off his coat, carefully draping it over the backrest before lowering himself onto the cushions beside you. The leather creaks softly beneath his weight, the sound seeming oddly loud in the charged atmosphere.

The silence between you was deafening- the unspoken tension filling every molecule of air, making it thick with anticipation and desire. Your proximity enough was enough to make his skin tingle with awareness.

His orange eyes, gleaming a luminous yellow in the dim lighting, drift downward to your chest of their own accord.

They darken noticeably as he notices your nipples pressing against your shirt.... no bra... the realization makes him jolt.

God, maintaining the same level of restraint he'd shown at the hotel was going to be nearly impossible tonight. The memory of how he'd held back then, taking his time to savor every moment (which is certainly not how you remembered it), seemed like a distant dream now.

"sorry for making you come over so late," you murmur, your voice carrying more shame for wanting to have sex with him rather than actual remorse for the late-night booty call...

Yoon-Ho shakes his head, "it's alright," he mutters, thinking the slight flush on your cheeks was making you even more irresistible, "it's not like I was doing anything to keep me busy.." his gaze continued its shameless exploration of your body.

Your lips part slightly, and you find yourself moving closer to him, drawn by something you couldn't- and didn't want to- resist.

You place a hand on his broad shoulder and with fluid grace, you hike a leg over his lap, slowly lowering yourself to straddle him.

"...is this okay?" you ask, voice barely above a whisper, though the question seemed to hang in the space between them.

The sudden boldness of your actions nearly shorts out his brain.

Yoon-Ho never expected you to take the initiative, to make the first move. He can hardly believe this is happening, that you want this just as much as he does.

"Yes- yes. It's okay more than okay," he responds eagerly, nodding with almost frantic enthusiasm. His hands find their way to your thighs, fingers playing with the tantalizingly thin hem of your shorts. It was becoming harder for him- and now you- to ignore the growing hardness in his sweats.

"you look good like this," he purrs, his voice dropping to a gravelly timbre that sends a yummy shiver up your spine.

"in my lap," his gaze flickers down to where his hands have slipped under your shorts. Your eyes flutter close, a soft, breathy sigh escaping your parted lips at his touch.

Yes... this is exactly what you've been craving. What your body has been aching for since that night in the hotel. The need pulses through your core making your cunt throb with excitement.

Your fingers find their way into his soft orange hair, tangling in the strands as you tilt his head back. You lean forward in his lap, bringing your face close to him.

Yoon-Ho's eyes close instinctively as a low groan rumbles in his chest, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. He welcomes the feeling of your warmth breath fanning over his face- and he breathes you in like a lifeline.

"I want.." you whisper, voice trembling with hesitation. The words seemed to catch in your throat as you contemplate whether or not to voice your deepest cravings. Your fingers tighten in his hair as if anchoring yourself to this moment, to him.

"more," you finally breathe out, and with that confession, you close the remaining distance between the two of you.

Your lips capture his in a kiss that starts slow and sensual, each movement filled with a quiet meaning. He groans deeply into your mouth, his lips moving with increasing pressure, exploring, tasting, savoring every sensation.

His hips buck upward, desperately seeking friction against the prominent bulge straining against his sweat. The movement causes you to shift in his lap, the rubbing sending waves of pleasure through both of your bodies.

In a move that surprises him, you respond by rolling your hips against him; grinding your front against his hardness, creating a delicious pressure that makes him tremble beneath you.

He had no idea what awakened this passionate side of you, but he certainly wasn't going to question it. In fact, he was thoroughly enjoying this newfound confidence, this uninhibited display of desire.

Yoon-Ho's kisses become more urgent, more demanding, as his hands grow bolder in their exploration. His thumb finds your clit through the fabric of your bottoms, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves with slow moves, drawing sweet, melodic moans from your throat.

You slide your tongue along his lower lip, teasing him briefly before deepening the kiss by shoving your tongue into his mouth. You breathe him in deeply, bodies pressing closer together as if trying to eliminate any space that might be between you. The heat grows more intense with each passing moment,.

Your fingers fumble with the strings of his sweats as you continue to grind against his groin, your movements growing more desperate and erratic.

You manage to untie his sweats, hands trembling slightly as you work to free his cock. You could feel it throbbing beneath his boxers, promising the satisfaction that you've been pining for.

When you break away from the kiss, Yoon-Ho finds himself completely captivated by you. His eyes track your actions with an almost reverent attention, utterly enchanted.

"God," he breathes out heavily, his throat working as he swallows thickly, his voice rough with desire.

"You're so hot," the words come out reverently.

You pause momentarily to look at his face, a slight furrowing of confusion crossing your features at his sudden declaration. But you quickly returned to your task, focused on freeing his hardened length.

"....thank you?" you respond breathlessly, the words coming out more as a question as you wrap your fingers around his cock, beginning a slow stroke along his shaft.

"mnn," he moans deeply, his eyes fluttering closed as his head falls back against the couch. The pleasure from your touch was overwhelming so he forces his eyes open again.

"No... no, you're not hearing me," he sighs, his grip tightening on your hip while his other hand continues its lazy exploration of your covered sex.

"you're just so, so fuckin' hot," Yoon-Ho groans, his chest shuddering violently as your thumb sweeps over the sensitive head of his cock, "n' perfect... gorgeous." each word is punctuated by a sharp intake of breath as you continue your ministrations.

A small laugh escapes you as you release his cock, shifting to remove your shorts and underwear in one fluid motion. The garments land somewhere on the floor, forgotten.

"you're just naming adjectives now," you point out playfully, and he manages a slight smirk despite his eyes threatening to close from the pleasure.

"I mean it," he insists, finally lifting his head to look down. The sight of your bare sex makes his cock throb painfully, pre-cum beading at the tip.

His eyes remain fixed on you as you position yourself above him, aligning his cock with your entrance. Time seems to slow as you gradually lower onto him.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," he whimpers continuously, completely lost in the sensation of your pussy sucking his cock in. Drool trickles down his chin, but he's too far gone in pleasure to care about appearances. The feeling of being inside of you again after four days of yearning was almost too much to handle.

He had forgotten just how incredible you felt, how perfectly you fit together, how complete he felt when joined with you like this.

"ohh, ah, yes.." you breathe, voice thick was raw desire as your walls desperately clench and flutter around his throbbing length.

Your breath catches and trembles, a needy whine escaping your throat as his impossibly large cock splits you open, claiming every inch of your eager, wanting cunt. The delicious burn of the stretch sends sparks of pleasure coursing through your entire body.

You're riding him with deliberate, measured movements, his impressive length buried so deep you could feel him pressing against your most sensitive spots, creating a subtly bulge in your lower belly that drives him wild with lust.

Yoon-Ho was completely undone beneath you, reduced to a drooling, whimpering mess as his eyes languidly stare at the mesmerizing sight before him.

Each time you rise slowly, drawing his cock almost completely out, before sinking back down with agonizing precision, he watches in fascination as your belly distends slightly to accommodate his size.

The obscene, wet sucking sounds of your fucking yourself on him fill the room, accompanied by the shared moans and gasps.

Goosebumps rippled across his arms and down his spine, his entire body hypersensitive to every movement, every sensation. The pleasure is so intense, so all-consuming, that he knows with certainty he won't last long- his release building far too quickly to contain.

His fingers dig desperately into the soft flesh of your hips, his grip so tight it's already leaving marks that will bloom into beautiful bruises by morning. The muscles in his hand are cramping from the force of his gold, but he can't bring himself to loosen his grip.

His mind is so clouded with pleasure that he's lost all sense of purpose- he's not sure if he's trying to slow your torturous pace or urge you to move faster.

You were systematically destroying every coherent thought in his head, reducing his world to nothing but the exquisite feeling of you wrapped around him. His mind is a continues loop of desire, the only thing on it being sex, sex, sex.

Every time you roll your hips onto him, lifting yourself up, his body tenses in anticipation of your descent, and when you drop back down onto his aching cock, the pleasure was so intent it borders on pain.

Your throw your head back suddenly, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip hard enough to leave marks as his cock hits that specific deep spot inside of you. The pleasure is electric, shooting through your body like lighting, making your fingers and toes curl with the intensity.

Your movements become more desperate and needy as you rapidly approached your climax. The coil of pleasure in your lower belly is wound so tight it felt like you might shatter at any moment.

"—unnghh fuck— haa, marry, marry me—" The words tumble from Yoon-Ho's lips unbidden as his eyes roll back in his head, his hips jerking upward in uncontrolled, sporadic thrusts.

His release hits him like a wave, his hot, sticky cum spurting inside of you in pulses. The sensation of being filled with his seed triggers your own orgasm, drawing a loud unrestrained moan from your throat as your back arched beautifully, pressing your heaving chest against his sweat-slicked torso.

Your pussy walls contract around his still-pulsing cock, milking every last drop of cum from him as waves of pleasure continue to crash over the both of you. Streams of praises and promises spilling from his lips.

"Y-Yoon-Ho," you manage to gasp out, entire body still quivering from the aftershocks of pleasure, making your muscles twitch and spasm around him.

In the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, his impulsive proposal hadn't quite registered in your consciousness.

With him still inside of you, you collapse onto his chest, your breathing ragged and uneven against his neck.

You stay like that for several long moments trying to catch your breath. When you finally manage to lift your head, you raise one eyebrow lazily.

"...what?"

Yoon-Ho's face flushes a deep red as he realizes what he blurted out in the heat of the moment.

In a swift movement, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace and burying his burning face in the crook of your neck.

"dinner, go to dinner with me," he mumbles against your skin, the obvious lie muffled but still clear enough to hear. His heart races against your chest, both from their recent activity and the embarrassment of his impulsive proposal, hoping you'll accept his hasty cover-up without question.

You blinked slowly. Your mind was still hazy, your eyes fixated on some distant point as your brain struggled to process his words, working overtime to formulate a coherent response.

"dinner... yeah, I can to that," you mumble.

...

Did he say something about marriage?

After your initial tender lovemaking, it evolved into something far more primal. He flipped you over with practiced ease, bending and positioning you in ways that made you marvel at both his creativity and your own flexibility.

He pounded into you so hard it made your eyes roll back, and you felt as though he was literally trying to rearrange your guts. His hot breath ghosted against your ear as he whispered the most deliciously filthy things. His teeth even found your neck, biting down hard enough to make you cry out.

By the time he was done with you, you had discovered muscles you didn't even knew existed. Your passionate journey with him eventually led into your bedroom, where both of you collapsed on your expensive bed, thoroughly spent but deeply satisfied.

Now, you lay in a blissful daze, your head resting comfortably on Yoon-Ho's bare chest. Your fingers moved lazily across his toned stomach, tracing abstract patterns just above where the comforter draped across you two.

You could feel the slight tremors in his muscles responding to your touch. His arm was wrapped protectively around your back, his fingers drawing soothing patterns along your shoulder and arm.

"...can we pretend I didn't propose to you?" he finally broke the comfortable silence, his voice carrying a note of embarrassment that you found endearing. The words were soft, almost hesitant, as if he feared bringing attention to his impulsive declaration would somehow make it more real.

You remained quiet for a moment. You honestly found the slip of his tongue more charming than awkward, but seeing his discomfort, you decided to spare him further embarrassment.

Drawing in a deep breath, you shifted slightly against him before speaking, let's play a game," you suggested, deliberately changing the subject. You could feel his body relax beneath you, grateful for the diversion from his momentary lapse in control.

"Okay, what's the game?" Yoon-Ho inquired, his curiosity evident in his tone.

"it's simple," you explained, a small smile playing at your lips.

"just name an animal that starts with the letter 'A', and when we can't think of anymore, we move on down the alphabet." your voice was soft and playful, creating a comfortable atmosphere.

Yoon-Ho took a moment to consider, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath your hand, "hmm.. ant," he offered in a quiet voice, starting with perhaps the most obvious choice.

You responded without missing a beat, "Anteater," your voice carrying a hint of amusement at his first choice.

You continued your gentle back and forth, voices mixing in the quiet room as you both traded animal names. Each pause between answers grew longer as the game grew more challenging, both of you trying to think of more animal names.

"Cockatoo," Yoon-Ho announced eventually, his voice carrying a note of triumph.

Your body shook with sudden laughter. Intrigued by your reaction, he raised an eyebrow and glanced down at you as you lifted your head to meet his gaze.

"Cockatoo??" you repeated, another soft laugh escaping your lips. The sound made his heart race, its rhythm picking up speed beneath your palm.

"How does cockatoo come to your mind?"

Yoon-Ho's features arranged themselves into a slight frown, clearly not appreciating your judgement of his choice, "What? It was the first animal that came to mind," he defended.

"really?... cockatoo?" you mused playfully, leaning forward to place your palm flat against his chest.

"Not like a cat, or cobra, or even like a chameleon?" as you spoke, you could feel his heart beating erratically under your touch, its rapid beat betraying his emotional state despite him seeming calm. You decided not to comment on it, allowing him to maintain his dignity even as his body revealed lingering embarrassment.

"Do you not like birds or something," he grumbles, his voice carrying a mix of defensiveness and affection as he drags his hand up your arm.

With careful tenderness, he pulls your hair back from your shoulder, exposing the delicate curve of your neck where his marks from earlier still bloom. A powerful surge of possessiveness overcomes him as he fully realizes their position- your body pressed against his, limbs intertwined in such an intimate, natural way.

The domesticity of the moment strikes him deeply, making his heart constrict. The then brushes his thumb against your cheek, loving the softness of your skin beneath his calloused finger. The overwhelming urge to kiss you consumes his thoughts, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

"I don't have any like or dislike towards birds, your mind is just so random," you murmur barely above a whisper. Your eyes flicker to his lips, lingering there with unmistakable intent.

The air grew thick and you move your hand from his chest to his face. You press your fingers against lips, feeling their softness, before slowly dragging your finger along the sharp line of his jaw. He looked so good like this, handsome, and you found him too utterly, overwhelmingly attractive.

Yoon-Ho's breath hitches audibly in his throat, his pupils dilating noticeably at your touch. His gaze sweeps over your face with careful attention, drinking in every detail as if he's creating an internal masterpiece – the curve of your lips, the flutter of your eyelashes, the slight flush on your cheeks. The depth of his affection for you in this moment feels bottomless, all-consuming.

You lean forward with careful deliberation, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that starts sweet and gentle. You angle your head perfectly, allowing your lips to mold together as if they were made for each other.

Yoon-Ho's brows pull together in an expression of intense concentration and emotion as he tangles his hand in your sweat-dampened hair. He pulls you closer with barely contained desperation, kissing you like a man who's found an oasis in the desert.

"you know," you whisper against his lips, your words carrying a hint of vulnerability, "you're the first person i've ever made out with.."

That you remembered of course.

His heart stutters in his chest at this confession, the implications making his head spin. He presses his head forward with renewed passion, pulling your head impossibly closer as he captures your lips in another kiss, this one filled with even more intensity and desire.

You respond by pressing your fingers more firmly into his jaw, eyes fluttering closed as you lose yourself in the sensation.

You make out for several minutes, each kiss deeper and more meaningful than the last.

When Yoon-Ho finally pulls away, his cheeks are flushed pink, and his expression is uncharacteristically vulnerable, raw with emotion.

".... I'm in love with you," he blurts out with a barely audible voice.

The words hand heavy in the air.

You remain still for a moment, expression neutral as you process his words. But deep down, you weren't surprised by his confession. On some level, you always knew about his feeling- seeing them in every gesture, every look, every touch they've shared.

Rather than outright respond, you simply press another kiss to his lips, murmuring a soft, "I know," against them.

Before the sting of your non-reciprocation can fully register, he takes control of the kiss, rolling you onto you back with practiced ease. His hand slides between your legs once again, seeking to lose himself in physical pleasure rather than dwell on emotional pain.

The moment carries a bittersweet quality – his heartfelt confession hanging in the air, met with acknowledgment but not reciprocation.

The disparity in the emotional state of the relationship creates an almost tangible ache in the atmosphere.

But Yoon-Ho makes a conscious decision not to pursue the matter further.

He chooses to preserve the specialness of the intimate moment rather than risk tainting it with his wounded heart.

Still, he can't completely ignore the dull ache in his chest, the quiet pain of loving someone who isn't quite ready to love you back.

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konigsluv · 1 month ago

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I'm so sorry if my question (the last ask you answered) seemed really insensitive, I think your writing is really good, I want to follow you, & read more of your work, but... topics like SA/rape make me uncomfortable when written. (As an SA victim)

& I am so sorry if my next question also seems insensitive, but would you ever make a writing account for something less darker—Obviously you can still write dark things, just... not between character x reader, & not with noncon/rape/etc.

^^ im sorry if this seems "controlling", I was just curious! You can delete/not answer if you find this rude! I completely understand why this would sound rude/insensitive, I tried my best to word it properly!!

Oh do not worry one bit, you don't seem rude at all. I totally understand the sensitive topic is and how others might find it uncomfortable.

And yes, I could see myself making another account that doesn't focus on dark themes in the future, but I don't have enough consensual writing for that currently 💔💔

so the account wouldn't do well :((

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konigsluv · 1 month ago

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Genuine question, but... do you support/condone rape? If not, then... why do you write it?

HELL TO THE NO!!

I do NOT support or condone rape, AT ALL.

It's a bit complicated as to why I write it, because it goes into what happened to me in my past. I know others struggle with the same things and thoughts as I do, but writing it out is a coping mechanism for me.

I don't intend to make it appealing or anything and I don't expect others to understand it either. But insecurities and regrets and other things get in the way and muddles my writing into something.. gross

I hope this cleared some things up and if not then i'm sorry :((

If there are any other questions then I'd be more than happy to answer them.

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konigsluv · 1 month ago

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COERCION ꒦ PART 5 . story page . prev part . next part

꒦ Baek Yoon-Ho x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS. Ever since your S-Rank evaluation debuted a mere two months after his, Baek Yoon-Ho has been utterly obsessed with you. For the past couple of years, he’s made every effort to persuade you to go out with him. At last, after a night filled with some dubious coercion that leads to a captivating one-night stand (he finest care to admit it), he finds himself hooked —and you can’t help but feel the same. CONTAINS. reader bootycalls Yoon-Ho. desperate Yoon-Ho. Jeju island pushed aside. AUTHORS NOTE. this is a short one, but the next part is very long and I didn't want it to exceed 5k words :(

WORD COUNT . . 1.1k+

"Hunter Choi, Coach Ma," you greeted them with a small smile and practiced professionalism as you offered a slight bow of your head. The guild master filed into the conference room one by one, each carrying an intimidating presence with them.

Today's annual debrief on Jeju Island carried particular significance- the island that housed Korea's failed S-rank dungeon, a deadly challenge that had claimed countless hunter's lives in many clearing attempts.

When Yoon-Ho entered the room, your heart performed an unwanted gymnastics routine in your chest.

You allowed yourself only the briefest glance in his direction before turning away, engaging Choi Jong-In in conversation. The GuildMaster of the Hunter's Guild was a good friend, and you clung to that familiarity like a lifeline, using it to ground yourself.

But Yoon-Ho's eyes found you immediately, his intense gaze traveling over your form with barely concealed hunger.

He took in every detail- the way your black dress hugged your curves, the perfect bow of your lips, the elegant line of your neck.

His brows drew together in frustration as he mechanically greeted his equals and the Association members, pleasantries doing nothing to ease the ache in his chest.

Three days. It had been three days since the two of you exchanged even a single word.

Your avoidance was no longer something he could rationalize away or excuse. The distance you'd placed between you and him after he'd finally gotten close enough to get a taste was driving him mad.

How had he allowed this situation to deteriorate so completely?...

Yoon-Ho's emotions were a mix of upset, desperation, and hurt.

You- his woman- wouldn't even look at him properly. The possibility of you maybe hating him made his stomach churn with dread.

He missed you so much it scared him.

Missed the silken feel of your skin beneath his palms, the symphony of pleasure-filled sounds he'd drawn from your throat, the way you finally surrendered to him.

But now? Now he was left with an all-consuming hunger that nothing else could satisfy. You had given him exactly what he'd craved for so long, but instead of sating his appetite, that single taste only intensified his hunger.

Now there was a you-shaped void inside of him that demanded to be filled with every aspect of your being, and the emptiness was becoming unbearable, even for Yoon-Ho.

His infatuation with you already ran deep, but your sudden withdrawal after giving him a glimpse of what could've been between you two was driving him to the edge of sanity.

It was making him feral.

Even though he tried to focus on the critical meeting about Jeju- a matter he knew should have his full attention- his eyes kept gravitating towards you like you was his true north.

You sat there, poised and professional, while he silently begged for any acknowledgment, any sign that you felt the connection too.

Look at me, his eyes pleaded silently. Pay attention to me. Give me anything at all.

His desperate gaze remained fixed on you, hoping for even the smallest sign that you were affected by their separation as much as he was. You weren't clueless; you could feel the intense stare of longing coming from Yoon-Ho, who was coincidentally sitting right across from you.

HIs orange eyes burned into you with such raw need that it made your breath catch in your throat.

Every time you accidentally made eye contact with him, you saw the same primal hunger that consumed him that night, and it most definitely wasn't helping your 'ignore policy' regarding the arousing and dirty thoughts that flooded your mind every second of every minute of every day.

You silently cursed him to stop staring, for your palms began to sweat and that unwelcome tingling feeling in your stomach grew stronger. The heat of his gaze felt like a physical caress against your skin, making your thighs clench involuntarily beneath the conference table.

You felt uncomfortable sitting there and strangely warm despite wearing a dress, the soft material suddenly feeling too confining, too restrictive against your now sensitive skin.

You hoped no one could sense how horny you were in the moment- which was downright wrong considering the situation of helplessness regarding Jeju Island.

The serious expressions on your colleagues' faces as they discussed the S-rank island made your shame burn even hotter.

Here they were, addressing a crisis that had claimed many lives, and all you could think about was the way Yoon-Ho's hands had mapped every inch of your body, how his thick fingers stretched you open, how his tongue had...

You shift in your seat, placing your chin in your palm while trying to ease the growing ache between your legs.

It was now two in the morning the same night. You were standing in front of the large window in your apartment that overlooked the city, the twinkling lights mirroring the stars above.

You were conflicted, your mind a turbulent mess of desires and doubts. A day hasn't gone by since you thought of Yoon-Ho and your hookup with him. It's been really getting to you, affecting your concentration during on sight investigations and making you distracted during important meetings.

Especially tonight, where you craved his hands on you more than anything. The mere thought of his fingers sliding up your shirt sent a pleasant tingle down your back. Your body remembered it, remembered everything.

But you shouldn't.

It's wrong.

They are both S-rankers who rival each other in strength (though you're probably stronger)- and he's the GuildMaster for the White Tiger Guild for god's sakes.

It was wrong. Totally wrong. Nothing more could happen between you...

"shit..." you whispered to yourself, already knowing that your needs outweighed the logic. Your reflection in the window showed your flushed cheeks and bright eyes, betraying your arousal.

So, with much reluctance and shame, you pull your phone out, your fingers trembling slightly with nerves as you type.

2:05AM || You: hey

2:05AM || You: you awake?

Almost immediately, Yoon-Ho responded, as if he had been waiting by the phone and hoping for your message.

2:05AM || Yoon-Ho: yes

2:05AM || Yoon-Ho: why?

2:05AM || Yoon-Ho: need something?

2:05AM || Yoon-Ho: want to talk??

He bombarded your phone, which made you even more hesitant to send the message. His eagerness was intimidating, maybe a bit endearing, but it was also making you second-guess your decision.

2:06AM || You: do you want to come over?

seen 2:06AM

Yoon-Ho stared down at his phone, his heart pounding as he stood up from his couch, nearly knocking over his half-empty coffee cup in his haste.

His mind raced with the possibilities, each more appealing and mouthwatering than the last. If you were asking him to come over this late, you were hinting as the likelihood of sex... right??

Was this a booty call?

Was Yoon-Ho getting booty called right now?!?

The thought made his pulse quicken and his palms sweat. After realizing he had accidentally left you on open, he fumbles with his phone as he pulls on a jacket, nearly putting it on inside out in his excitement.

2:08AM || Yoon-Ho: i'll be there.

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konigsluv · 1 month ago

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With respect, can you not tags fics with both "rape" & "noncon sex"? Because the word "sex" implies it was consensual, & noncon & rape is obviously, NOT consensual. I am sorry if that sounds rude. But, I feel like that should be known.

Of course, my apologies 😭

I assumed it wasn't a big deal since "noncon sex" was short for non consensual sex, which spoke for itself.

I don't know another way to describe what "sex" is for the simple definition of sex is a sexual encounter between two people where something usually goes inside the other. It never explicitly states that it is consensual, but I see how you mean it was implied.

I MEAN NO HATE, nor am I trying to argue. It was just my thought.

But yes, I won't tag them like that in the future for potential misunderstandings 🙏

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COERCION ꒦ PART 4 . story page . prev part . next part

꒦ Baek Yoon-Ho x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS. Ever since your S-Rank evaluation debuted a mere two months after his, Baek Yoon-Ho has been utterly obsessed with you. For the past couple of years, he’s made every effort to persuade you to go out with him. At last, after a night filled with some dubious coercion that leads to a captivating one-night stand (he finest care to admit it), he finds himself hooked —and you can’t help but feel the same. CONTAINS. the morning after. Yoon-Ho's possessive thoughts. hardcore denial. vague description of f!masturbation (reader).

WORD COUNT . . 3.5k+

"mm" Yoon-Ho groans and rolls onto his side in the morning, draping an arm over his face to block out the harsh sunlight that was streaming in through the hotel's thin, cream-colored curtains.

His head feels heavy, and his muscles ache in a way that remind him of the previous night's activities.

After a long moment of gathering his bearings, he slowly sits up, rubbing his face vigorously to chase away the remnants of sleep and running a hand through his disheveled orange hair.

He felt completely exhausted, his whole body felt like lead, and one glance to his right explains why.

There you lay on your stomach, an array of bruises and obscene marks decorating your back, the evidence of your... passionate encounter already turning various shades of green and purple.

The sight of your exposed skin in the morning makes his breath catch in his throat.

Though, a sharp flicker of guilt runs through him but he quickly suppresses it, pushing the unwanted emotion deep down where he couldn't have to deal with it.

You would be fine, he reassures himself.

You both knew that.

So, instead of dwelling on the guilt, he's more focused on the enticing fact that you were completely naked. And the hotel sheets were barely covering your lower half, leaving little to the imagination...

No, he definitely wasn't drunk; he was physically incapable of being drunk due his title as an S-rank hunter- one of the perks and curses of enhanced metabolism.

So why was he in such a state of shock right now- staring at your sleeping form ass if you might disappear any moment?

His heart thudded loudly in his chest, so forcefully he could hear the blood rushing in his ears, his brain going increasingly fuzzy as he recalls every single detail of the previous night in vivid clarity.

The way you moved, the sounds you made, how perfectly you two fit together.

Yoon-Ho's face warms considerably, and he feels very giddy all of the sudden, like a teenager experiencing his first crush.

The only thing occupying his mind right now was you, you, you- an endless loop of your name and face. His woman, the absolutely perfect woman that he could have ever asked for, lying here in bed with him.

Yoon-Ho is still in a state of disbelief that he even managed to get you into bed.

Yes, maybe his methods were a bit dubious since he may have deliberately ignored your worried protests on the drive to the hotel- but he was too turned on!

Too desperately aroused to listen to your... (un)reasonable concerns...

Plus, he knew deep down that you wanted it too- he could tell by your body's reactions, and when he saw how wet you had gotten, he knew he was right.

Your body had betrayed your true desires, regardless of what your mouth was saying.

There's no need for him to feel guilty about any of it, not at all, not a smidge. What's done is done, and you both enjoyed yourselves immensely.

So now Yoon-Ho just feels like he's on top of the world, riding high on a wave of satisfaction and accomplishment.

First and foremost, because he finally fucked you, something he'd been fantasizing about for longer than he cared to admit. Second, and perhaps more importantly, because you hadn't woken up before him and left, avoiding the awkward morning after and leaving him to be nothing more than a pathetic one-night stand.

The fact that you were still here, still in the bed, made his chest swell with pride and a bit of possessiveness.

"ngh," the sound of your strained stir brought him abruptly back from his thoughts which were rapidly spiraling into various ways to keep you hooked on him- to make sure you'd never want anyone else.

You push yourself up from the bed with your elbow, a slight distinction of a frown marring your features. He watches you intently, remaining silent as you process your surroundings.

You grab the tattered sheets of the hotel bed- and they were indeed tattered, another reminder of your wild night- and covered your front before rolling onto your back with a pained grunt that only makes his pride surge even higher for some reason.

You stared at the ceiling, your gaze blank and unfocused, clearly still processing the events of last night.

Yoon-Ho decides to break the heavy silence when you don't speak.

"Good morning," he says casually, trying to keep his voice light and neutral as if nothing remotely downright primal and animalistic had happened between the two of you. As if he hadn't claimed you in every way possible.

You seemed too stunned for words, your mouth opening and closing without any sound coming out. You could feel the uncomfortable stickiness between your thigh- no, actually all over your body, dried evidence of...

You had sex with him.... right.

That happened.

They had actually "consummated" their "relationship". He put his thingy in your thingy...

...your mind seemed unable to come up with more sophisticated terminology with your current state of shock.

The thought made you cringe with such intensity that your entire body physically recoiled. The nauseating sensation in your stomach grew stronger, threatening to overwhelm you completely as the full weight of last night's rendezvous crashed down on your consciousness.

You couldn't believe what had transpired between the two of you, the reality of it all feeling like some surreal sort of fever dream.

More disturbingly, you couldn't believe you had allowed yourself to be used- no practically devoured- by this... your eyes unwillingly darted to his form... this absolutely feral man who had shown you no mercy.

You internally groan, viciously scolding yourself for your complete lack of self-control and judgement.

"...morning," you finally managed to respond after what felt like an eternity, your voice coming out hoarse and scratchy from all the screaming you'd done the night before.

The silence that followed was deafening, thick with unspoken words and expectations.

You could feel the weight of his penetrating gaze boring into you, as if he was waiting for something more, perhaps some acknowledgement of their shared intimacy.

Instead of giving him what he wanted, you carefully sit up, unable to suppress a pained wince as your abused muscles protest the movement. You run a slightly shaking hand through your tangled, greasy hair- a disgusting reminder of how much you both had overexerted yourselves.

"I have to get ready for work," you announced in a controlled monotone voice, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy.

"Oh, okay," he responds with surprising casualness, his eyes never leaving your form as you awkwardly maneuvered yourself off the bed, clutching the sheet around your body like armor.

While you might appear composed on the outside to him internally you were screaming at an ear-splitting volume.

Every step you took felt like torture as you collected your scattered clothing from the floor. Your body was feeling like it had been thoroughly wrung out and reassembled wrong- like a pretzel stick snapped in half and haphazardly glued back together by a child.

Finally reaching the sanctuary of the bathroom, you quickly shut and lock the door, releasing a shaky breath of relief.

The awkwardness of the situation was so overwhelming you felt like offing yourself-

-God, you needed to stop thinking about it. About how incredibly good it had felt to be- NO!

You couldn't let your mind wander down that dangerous path. You shake your head quickly, as if the physical action could shake away the inappropriate thoughts from your mind.

Your face flushed a dark red, embarrassment flooding your system at your own traitorous desires.

Taking deep, measured breaths to calm your racing heart, you reluctantly drop the protective sheet and reach to turn on the shower. However, you freeze mid-motion when you catch an accidental glimpse of yourself in the full-length mirror.

Your stomach plummets with dread as you take in the sight over your overly marked body.

The result of your night with Yoon-Ho was painted across your skin like some lewd canvas- hickies of various sizes scattered across your neck and chest, love bites that bordered on savage marking your shoulders and inner thighs, lust bites that had broken skin in multiple places, finger-shaped bruises decorating your hips and wrists, and most mortifyingly, traces of his dried.... release on many parts of your body...

You looked like you just survived a rough night as a prostitute in some horrible gangbang!

Trembling uncontrollably, feeling humiliated and dehumanized, you practically leap into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over you marked body.

You zone out completely during the shower, trying to keep your composure as your mind frantically cycles through potential excuses for the visible marks.

Bug bites? No, too obvious.

Curling iron? Maybe for one or two, but not this many.

A run-in with a naughty dungeon monster?...

You almost laugh manically at the absurdity of your own thoughts. You cursed yourself repeatedly for your own stupidity.

No- not stupid- for being horny, that's what had gotten you into this mess. Your basic carnal desires had overridden your common sense and self-preservation instincts.

After what felt like hours of contemplating your life choices under the steadily cooling water, you finally force yourself to get dressed in yesterday's clothes, grimacing at the stain on your shirt.

Right... that was from your heated moment in the alley, where you jerked him off like some desperate teenager unable to control their hormones.

Have you completely lost touch with your sanity, with your moral compass, with everything that made you... you?

Building up what little courage you had left, you open the bathroom door to find Yoon-Ho grabbing his shirt which was down on the floor near the bed.

Oh god.. the bed.

The absolutely destroyed bed with its stained sheets and torn fabric, yet even more evidence of their night which made you want to crawl into a hole and never see the light of day again. You pitied the poor hotel housekeeping...

"Are you feeling okay?" Yoon-Ho asks, his eyebrows pulling together in what appears to be concern, though you notice it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

How could it, when he was practically radiating satisfaction, his entire being seeming to glow with some sort of stupid masculine pride and accomplishment.

You look away from him, begging yourself to ignore the angry red scratches you glimpsed on his muscular back before he slipped his shirt over his head. The marks stood out against his skin, a visual reminder of how badly you lost control.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine," you manage to say, brushing back your damp hair, hoping the casual gesture would mask your inner turmoil.

"I wasn't too rough, was I?" he walks over with an almost predatory grace, dark eyes roaming hungrily over your clothed form as if he could see right through the fabric. His gaze made you feel exposed- like naked, once again.

"No," you answer automatically, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue. Your body's aches and bruises screamed otherwise, but you'd kill someone first before admitting weakness to him, "you were fine, just... fine,"

Your face warms at your own awkwardness; you mentally berate yourself for your apparent inability to use any other word than 'fine', as if your extensive vocabulary (you believed you had) had been reduced to that single, inadequate term.

Yoon-Ho's expression shifts to one of confused disappointment; you were fine?

Was this some kind of subtle criticism of his performance?..

Did you not experience the earth-shattering pleasure he distinctly remembers giving you?.....

His pride takes a significant hit as he recalls how he had rigorously took you over and over and over, reducing you to incoherent moans and exhausted, desperate pleas- surely that had been more than just 'fine'?!

"Fine?" he repeats, his voice carrying a note of hurt pride as he stops directly in front of you, close enough that you could feel the heat coming from his body.

"I was just... fine??" the slight tremor in his voice betrays how deeply your casual dismissal affected him.

You look up at him, suddenly finding your mouth desert-dry as you realize how your words might have sounded.

"That's not what I meant," you hastily assure him, the words tumbling out a bit too quickly, "I mean, well.." you falter as vivid flashbacks of your passionate encounter floods your mind-

-His hands exploring every nook and cranny of your body, his mouth leaving burning trails across your skin with every kiss and lick, the way he'd made you scream his name continuously like you were in some pornographic video.

The familiar feeling of desire creeps up again and tightens in your lower abdomen, "You were more than fine- wat," you blink rapidly, trying to clear the arousing images from your head.

You release a frustrated huff through your nose and avert your gaze again.

Throughout their "professional" relationship, you had always maintained perfect composure around him, presenting an unflappable exterior.

But now?

Now you're just reduced to a stammering mess, unable to find the right words to describe your time without making the situation more awkward or accidentally inviting another round of bouncing-bed-fun-time...

"Ugh, you know what I mean," you grumble, annoyance creeping onto your expression, more frustrated with yourself rather him.

Yoon-Ho's lips curl into a slight grin, his heart doing an unexpected flutter as he watched your demeanor crumble into adorable, flustered confusion. The sight of you struggling to maintain a professional facade while clearly affected by him was endearing.

"Do I? Hm, I don't think so," Yoon-Ho muses playfully, taking on a teasing lilt that he knows will get under your skin. But the sharp glare you shoot him in response is enough to make him reconsider his approach.

"Anyways," you begin, your eyes narrowing suspiciously at Yoon-Ho while taking a careful step backward to create some much-needed space between you and him.

"I have to get to work," you glance at your watch, "...ten minutes ago. Wonderful," you mutter sarcastically, fighting the urge to remove your watch as fling it towards his stupidly, smug handsome face at the speed of light.

Yoon-Ho's jaw sets, his playful demeanor suddenly shifting to something more serious.

"Let me drive you."

The words seem to come out more as an order rather than an offer, carrying subtle but unmistakable threating undertones that most others would comply too. You, however, remain unfazed by his attempt at dominance. After all, you're probably physically stronger than him- a fact that you don't know secretly thrills him.

"It's alright," you say with forced casualness, turning away from him and walking towards the hotel room door with as much dignity as you can muster.

"It's probably faster if I run anyway."

While Yoon-Ho couldn't argue with the logic of your statement, he couldn't the nagging feeling that you were using it as an excuse to escape his presence.

He only watches with clenched fists- his eyes gleaming that dangerous yellow, as he watched you leave. His mind spirals for the worst.

You had absolutely no fucking reason to be avoiding him like this.

You guys just had sex- mind-blowing, earth-shattering, transcendent sex that left your bodies and souls intertwined.

Yoon-Ho was absolutely certain of that fact.

He had felt the connection between you too, had witnessed your complete surrender to pleasure that he had given you.

He was angry, confused, and utterly lost about how to proceed.

The possibility of losing you now, when he finally tasted what it was like to have you, send waves of panic through him.

Stopping himself before his thoughts could spiral further into something dark, he takes a deep, steadying breath and consciously unclenches his jaw which was aching from the prolonged tension.

"stop," he whispered to himself, pacing the hotel room like a caged animal. His movements are jerky and agitated as he picks up the torn sheet and mechanically places them back on the bed.

"stop overthinking," Yoon-Ho murmurs, grabbing a pillow and clutching it so tightly his knuckles turn white.

"she'll come around, she just needs time to process," he tried convincing himself, though the words sounded hollow to even his own ears. His nature demanded immediate action, but the rational part of his brain knew that he needed to give you space.

It was maddening.

Yoon-Ho threw the pillow at the headboard with enough force to make the wall rattle. Feathers hung light in the air as they slowly traveled down to the bed where his dream came true- before it was crushed.

"You have a meeting with GuildMaster Choi today regarding the disappearance of two members among his strike squad," Sooyung, your assistance, announced professionally as you walked into your office, trying to maintain some commanding presence despite the physical discomfort.

The familiar surroundings of your workplace helped to ground you. Only slightly.. but hey, you'll take it.

Thankfully, you had the foresight to stop by your apartment first and change into something more work appropriate and without stains from- you cut that thought off.

"He filed that report two days ago, yes?" your voice comes out steady, hiding the agony beneath your professionalism. You mentally high-five yourself.

Sooyung pursed her lips, "it says here that he did," she confirms, fingers sliding across the iPad screen as she double-checks the information.

You sighed, carefully lowering yourself into your chair while trying to ignore the persistent ache in your lower back- another reminder that you didn't need right now.

"Then why is he wanting to meet? I already finalized the document with the transcript from the witnesses and everything," the question came out more snipping than intended, your frustration bleeding into your tone.

Your assistant narrowed her eyes at the tablet held in her hands, her lips moving fast as she read through the documentation.

"Yeah, no, I see it here too. Due to the circumstantial evidence.. blah, blah.." she mumbles before looking up at you with a hint of concern in her eyes.

"But the meeting is still on. Maybe he wants to discuss something other?"

You think for a moment, crossing one leg over the other as your gaze dropped to some papers on the desk, using the mundane action to hide your sudden unease.

"Something other, huh?" you mutter to yourself.

"Shall I cancel it?" Sooyung asks, waiting patiently for your response, her finger hovering above her tablet ready to make necessary changes to the schedule.

"Ah," you blinked yourself back into the present before giving a slight shake of head, "No, no keep it on, please,"

Sooyung nodded then began to debrief you on your schedule for the rest of the day. You were honestly grateful for the distraction.

You deliberately decided to throw yourself into your work, hoping it would provide an escape from the never-ending lewd thoughts containing none other than Baek Yoon-Ho. That slimy, irresistible bastard-

But your strategy would prove pointless in the long run.

It's been three torturous days since your hookup with Yoon-Ho, yet you couldn't ignore these weird, intense feelings no matter how hard you tried distracting yourself.

You would whip your head away- ignore!- but the memories kept on, haunting your dreams and making concentration nearly impossible.

Every time you got into bed for the night, your mind would replay how his chest pressed against yours as he held you in a mating press.

Or every time you stepped into the shower, the warm water reminded you of his warm touch. You'd catch glimpses of the fading bruises scattered across your skin in the mirror- purple and blue marks that were slowly turning yellow at the edges.

Each one told a story of his passion, his possession, his raw need for you.

And god help you, but seeing them made your body respond with a treacherous heat that pooled low in your tummy.

Or how your stomach would do elaborate somersaults every time his face appeared on the news, discussing the recent victory against that B-rank dungeon boss.

You'd find yourself leaning closer to the screen, drinking in every detail of his appearance- the sharp line of his jaw, the intense focus in his eyes, the way his presence commanded attention even through a tv screen. Your body would betray you then.. remembering how those same powerful hands that ripped apart monsters had touched you with such devastating closeness.

Or those endless nights when you lay alone on your bed, your fingers would subconsciously drift lower and lower on your abdomen, seeking relief from the constant ache between your legs.

Your body burned with need, craving the kind of satisfaction that only he would be able to provide.

The wetness gathering between your thighs was a testament to how deeply he had affected you, how thoroughly he had ruined you for anyone else, even yourself.

"there's definitely something wrong with me," you would whimper into your pillow, your resolve crumbling as your fingers worked desperately between your legs, imagination running wild with thoughts of Yoon-Ho's thick cock stretching you open.

Even though your three fingers were a poor substitute- too small, too delicate compared to his impressive girth- you couldn't stop yourself from seeking release while fantasizing about him.

The shame would come later, but in those moments of desperate need, all you could think about was him.

Was something wrong with you?

The question spun in your mind like a bad melody, growing louder with each passing day. You were supposed to be stronger than this, more controlled, more inept with yourself and your needs and wants.

Instead, you were falling apart, consumed by desires you couldn't- shouldn't- acknowledge.

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Hi hi! Can I request a noncon story of König being a creep peeping on reader while she is all alone in the women's locker room? He's been watching her like this for months but this time he's going to give his dream girl a rigorous fucking and he's gonna take her home :3

CREEP!König x Victim!Reader

MDNI ꒦꒷ DARK THEMES

꒦꒷ Creepy!König's been stalking his perfect woman for months, you- it's just that now, he's tired of waiting for you to come to him; now he's going to come to you...

contains: stalking. peeping. rape. non-con. aggressive rape. rough sex. detailed rape scene. sex. abuse. reader tries to escape. seriously this one's bad. he doesn't prep you.

a/n: I was going through my drafts and found this from months ago. did NOT remember writing this, but I finished it so.... I hope you can forgive me TT

You really knew out to work it-

the machines of course.

You often went to the gym at night, late at night, usually around 2 or 3. But that was only because there wasn't anyone around to watch. You knew that most people minded their own businesses in the gym but you couldn't help but feel as if everyone had a judgy stare towards you.

It was just more comfortable like this. Being alone, and being able to use whatever machine you'd like without waiting to use it.

Though sometimes, others had the same ideas as you. There was the occasional man or woman that stopped by, doing some random shit for an hour before leaving.

Today was one of those days. You were just finishing up on the treadmill, wiping your forehead with your hand when you glanced over to see a behemoth of a man doing bench presses.

You couldn't help but stare for a minute, being absolutely stunned by the size of the man. This was the first time seeing him here, you didn't even know someone that large came to your gym and you've been here for almost two years.

Shaking thoughts out of your head, you head into the locker room, desperate to change out of your sweaty clothes and get home to rest.

Little did you know, that's not how your night would go....

König put the bar up as soon as he heard the door swing open into the locker room. He sat up, his chest moving up and down heavily as he eyes the door with dark eyes.

Oh maus, you shouldn't have gone in there all alone.

He's been watching, following you for months now. Ever since he spotted you lazily walking around that farmers market, messy hair, bags under your eyes. He found you so fascinating, so fucking cute as you lazily surveyed over the fresh produce.

He didn't even know why he was there to begin with, but he felt some sort of draw towards you. Like he was meant to see you, meant to fall for you, meant to follow you.

You were pretty, small, perfect. That's why he was doing this, he was protecting you little maus. Protecting you from all the bad people out there, the men that would love to get their hands on you.

König believed that he was the only one that was worthy of claiming you, owning you. So, he's been waiting for you to notice that you have an admirer; waiting for you to notice that someone has been protecting you. But you haven't.

Schatz, why didn't you appreciate him?...

No, no. He'll make you see him. No matter what.

König looked around for workers before slowly opening the door to the woman's locker room. He huffed from his nose with relief when it didn't make that stupid creaking sound. He was careful, he knew not to open it fast

because he's done this before.

He focused his attention elsewhere when he heard the sound of a locker slam shut and a small hum coming from your lips.

Lord... it was going to take a lot of restraint to not just pounce on you then and there. König creeped around the mass of lockers before his eyes were trained onto your back- your bare back.

You were changing out of those sweaty gym clothes, wiping yourself down with that hand towel you keep in your locker. That locker which König knows the combination too, and sometimes breaks into just to smell your clothes; occasionally taking your shorts home just for his satisfaction. He always wanted to return them to you, but he didn't want to ward you off by giving you a pair of cum-soaked spandex.

That would be creepy and he's nothing like that. And thank god you're always too in your mind to notice that sometimes your missing clothes, just thinking that you left them at home.

König's cock hardened in his sweats at the sight of you leaning over to pull down your leggings. Watching as your plush ass pops out, your purple panties thin and laced.

God maus, you were giving a show just for him, weren't you?

He almost groaned when you bent down, showing your body to him as you rummaged in your bag for comfortable clothes to put on. You were making it so hard for him to stay put schatz.

Moving your body in such a way that's just fucking inviting him to force you into submission.

Maybe that's why you ended up in this position- your face pushed hard into the cold metal of the lockers with a hand squeezing the back of your neck with such force it made you dizzy.

Your eyes were wide as you desperately tried to crane your neck back to see who held you in such a position.

"what the fu-" your shaky voice was interrupted when he press his growing bulge into your lower back. Goosebumps flourished on your skin and your heart dropped to your stomach.

You knew this was wrong.

You knew what this man wanted.

"oh schatz," he growls in a sultry tone, his wet hot breath sticking to your skin right behind your ear. It made your skin crawl, "you just had to tempt me today," his nose brushed against the back of your neck and you shut your eyes tightly, sucking in a quick, scared breath.

"please- don't," you say quickly, your bottom lip trembling as you tried pressing against the cold lockers in an attempt to escape. You felt as if you were going to cry. You might.

König rolled his hips against your ass, looking down and his other hand gripping your hip. He was loving this sight. You being forced into sweet, sweet submission...

"don't what? enjoy you? please you?" he lets out a small laugh, the hand on your hip ghosting over the hem of your underwear before he slipped a finger under, stretching the elastic and peering down your ass.

You felt nauseated, though the cold of the locker helped slightly. Tears swelled in your eyes and you could feel them brimming your lashes, threatening to spill.

"i'm the only man who can," König whispered against the shell of your ear before licking a stripe up the skin which made you shiver with disgust. His breath was so hot and unwelcoming.

"I-i'll scream," you blurt out, trying to think of something- anything that would get you out of this situation.

But he only let out a deep chuckle and squeezed your neck tighter, which made you wince, "why? there's no point, schatz. no one would hear you if I clamp my hand over those pretty lips now, would they?"

A terrified whine escapes you as he slips his hand from your neck to do exactly as he said, clamping it over your mouth. But with the split second of his guard being down you shove your fists behind you, making contact with his hard stomach.

König falters for a moment, a small grunt escaping him and you rip your face away, pushing off of the lockers and clambering to get away from him.

"fuck." he growls, eye twitching as he watched you sprint towards the doors in your underwear. He takes off after you, jumping over the bench in the aisle and reaching out towards you.

Your eyes widened as you reach out towards the door handle, hope flaring in your chest, "someone!" you shout desperately, fingers grasping at the cold metal, "help m!-"

König yanked you back by grabbing your hair, quickly slapping his hand over your mouth. Your scream was muffled, tears streaming down your face as your hands fail, punching, scratching at anything you can.

But it's no use.

He's much bigger. Much stronger.

You never stood a chance against him.

So König's pushes you to the ground, struggling a bit with your squirming body to hold you still. His large hand yanks your underwear down before grabbing your wrists and holding them behind your back.

"you just had to make it difficult.. didn't you?.." he says, his voice low and dangerous which made you sob from behind his hand.

"I hate having to hurt you, liebe," he released his hard cock from the confines of his boxers, rubbing it against your ass which only elicited a muffled scream from you, "but you make me do this, and it pains me,"

He knees press into the floor beside your hips as he strategically pressed his cock forward into your unprepared pussy. Your eyes shot open and you squirm, trying to crawl forward with fear and desperation.

König breathes a soft sigh as his tip gets pushed past the entrance of your tight hole. You try screaming from your chest.

It hurt so fucking bad.

"c'mon.. I saw you undressing like that, inviting me in, why are you so dry?" he mumbled to himself, eyes narrowing at the sight of your cunt rejecting his thick cock.

He was too big.

"Ah!" you bit down on his hand making him shout and pull his hand away. Saliva dribbles down your chin as you lift your head, breathing ragged, "h-help!.." you weakly call, voice cracked and hoarse.

thud!

Your ears ring, vision blurring at the edges as König grabbed a fistful of your hair and slammed your head against the floor, holding it there.

"quiet-" he hissed and you don't respond, mind still fuzzy with sharp pains shooting through your temple.

With a forceful thrust he pushed his cock all the way into you. You cry out, the pain spreading all the way to your fingertips and making your head throb.

He only groaned above you, tightening his grip on your wrist, sure to leave bruises, as he slowly began pulling out before slamming back into you.

Each thrust would press your half-naked body into the cold floor, your head knocking against it. Tears and snot streamed down your face as you begin to feel completely lost, completely out of it.

Too much at the same time was hurting that you couldn't tell which was worse. The ache in your bones, your dry pussy walls being abused, or the violent throb in your head.

You felt pathetic.

disgusting.

"ohh, liking this?" König cooed softly, a stark contrast to his actions as he rutted his hips, slapping them against your ass.

Despite the horrid abuse, the biological need of your body was taking over, gradually coating his cock in your slick. It was shameful really.

"are you finally appreciating me?.." he murmurs out, leaning down and brushing his nose against your hair, "i've been taking care of you for months after all..."

"and here I thought you were trying to-" he slammed his cock into you so hard it made your back arch, lifting you inches off the floor, "escape me."

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, body tingling- especially your tummy, "a-ah.." you choked out a gasp.

König then pulled all the way out before easily flipping you onto your back. He holds your wrists down by his happy trail with only one hand. Your palms are spread out against him skin and you hate it, hate how he feels. His other hand is at the base of your neck as he massive body hovers over you.

Your glazed tired eyes stare up at him, meeting his unnerving blue ones; noticing how much larger he was you glance down at yourself.

There was no point in fighting anymore. You decided.

You'd only hurt yourself rather than him.

So you endured it; the brutal pace of his fucking with his too big of a cock, the squeeze of your neck until you couldn't breathe so your vision blurred, but at the last moment he would let up leaving you to cough and spitter up drool, and the disgusting and vile pleasure that would overwhelm your senses and make your walls flutter around his length.

You don't know how many times you had orgasmed without your will. You hated that because of it, he thought he was doing a good job, thought he was making you happy.

"I knew you wanted this," König would snicker sadistically.

"you like this f-fucking cock? hm, do ya' maus?"

"mph, sh-sheiße.. c-cumming again, inside this tight fucking p-pussy,"

By the end of it you were covered in sweat, tears, snot, drool, and most unfortunately, his seed. It was everywhere- spilling out of you, smothered over your lips, dripped onto your stomach.

You couldn't move. Couldn't muster up the energy or strength to lift your head from the floor.

"pretty girl," König says softly, picking you up and holding you in his arms, "so perfect.. come on," he carries you over to the showers and turns them on.

"let's get you all cleaned up, then we can go home,"

You didn't know if he meant his home or yours.

All you were thinking was that there was no amount of showering that would ever make you feel clean again.

You'd always be filthy.

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