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ROTMD smut drafts;

◟੭ rotmd; jaha lee & fem!reader + seongtae & male!reader

◟੭ info; smut (mdni!), grinding, hate "sex", no protection (assume there is no risk), rough sex, anal sex, no beta we die like jaha's parents, seongtae gets his brains fucked, dirty talk, safe word.

◟੭ wc; 1.5k

⋯ JAHA LEE

The leader of the Low Down had never been slapped by a woman before. Part of it was probably due to the fact that no woman had ever been interested enough to interact with him long enough to actually slap him before, and perhaps it should have stayed that way.

He didn't get slapped because the aforementioned woman was interested in him - no, far from it. And frankly, the feeling was mutual. The slapping hardly helped his fondness meter towards her either.

The room fell quiet. [Y/N] glared at him. "You're a fucking bastard." She spat, gritting her teeth.

Jaha's head was whipped to the side, mouth falling open as strands of raven hair hung down. The slap stung.

He slowly turned back to look at her, and they locked eyes. For the first time since knowing him, the woman caught sight of a small glint in them where they were usually so dark. She swallowed, feeling the anger that had just surged through her body begin to subside.

She watched as Jaha's gaze flickered down to her lips, lingering there before moving back up again. [Y/N] hadn’t realised that their faces had grown so close, and she could almost feel the way their breaths mingled together at the proximity.

It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room, at that moment. [Y/N] felt her heart thump in her throat, seeing Jaha's eyes darken, but not in the way they usually did. Something seemed different this time around.

And it didn't take long for her to figure out just what that darkening meant.

Within a split second, he was surging forward, grabbing the woman by her shoulder and pulling her in— their lips smashed together in a heated kiss, gasps muffled by the other’s mouth as Jaha pushed his tongue inside.

[Y/N]'s head spun as she moved her hand up, holding onto the side of Jaha's neck as her head was tilted up for a better angle. She was pushed back against a nearby wall, and Jaha wasted no time in planting his knee between her thighs. Of course, she welcomed the action by grinding against it.

Between urgent kisses, Jaha uttered. "Bend your knee."

Dazed by the kisses, the woman didn't question his request and did as told. She planted her foot on the wall she was being held against, and only when Jaha started grinding his own groin against her knee did she understand his intentions.

She could feel the stirring of his cock as it grew hard against her. And truthfully, she wasn't fairing much better. Against Jaha's own knee, she couldn't help but grind, feeling herself getting wetter with each kiss and each movement.

Her hands found their way into raven hair, threading her fingers through the strands and tugging. She blindly reached down, snaking her hand past the waistband of Jaha's pants, and Jaha opted to move slightly away from her knee to accommodate her hand as she began rubbing him through his boxers, feeling along his already painfully hard dick. The man made a soft noise into her mouth, biting down on [Y/N]'s lower lip in response.

She gasped when their mouths parted, a string of saliva connecting them as Jaha attached himself to her neck, going at the sensitive skin there.

Her thighs trembled around him as they ground together— Jaha's breath hit her skin as he panted, burying his face in the crook of [Y/N]'s neck as the other's hand fastened in his boxers.

"Fuck." Jaha managed, sliding his own hands down lower. He brushed over the woman's waist before leaning slightly lower and grasping the bottom of her thighs, before lifting her up. [Y/N]'s hand left his dick at that moment, and her hands found themselves anchoring on Jaha's shoulders instead. Jaha didn't complain though, and moved to stand in between her legs, which were now wrapped around his torso.

Their lower halves met, and oh, this was so much better.

Jaha could feel his orgasm approaching each time he ground his erection against her clothed crotch, each time she tightened her grip on his hair, each time she let out a choked moan at the friction. It was pure bliss having someone who claimed to detest him writhing in his hold.

Jaha couldn't hold back a groan from escaping his parted lips. He was so painfully close. "I'm—"

There was a knock at the door.

They halted. He could feel the way the woman's grip tightened in his hair and the way she slightly pulled back.

Fuck— Jaha had completely forgotten he ordered Seongtae to bring them something to eat earlier. Seongtae. How dare he cockblock his own sect leader?

⋯ SEONGTAE

Seongtae liked talking shit. Most would say that was all he was good at, and honestly, they wouldn't be far from the truth.

One of the people included in the "most that would say" was [Y/N]. But there was a difference between him, and the rest of the most. And the difference was quite simple. [Y/N] had physical proof of him being good for nothing more than yapping his jaw.

It was quite literally in front of him right now, after all.

"[Y/N]." Seongtae whined, eyes downcast to watch his own flimsy cock slowly rise for the nth time that night. He could also see [Y/N] disappearing inside of him and the tiny bulge underneath his belly button spoke volumes for just how deep inside of him he was leaving his mark. "Fucking move already."

His whiny grant of approval was rewarded.

He had been like this all night. Acting all high and mighty only to turn into a writhing mess beneath the other in seconds.

He pulled out until Seongtae was stretched around the width of his tip and then he slammed back into the captivating heat. Seongtae's eyes grew impossibly wide because fuck, he'd forgotten how sensitive his body was, spent from his who knows how many orgasms prior.

"Look at you, trying to order me around. You're lucky I've reached the end of my patience too."

The man repeated his actions, angling his hips a different way each time he speared Seongtae onto his cock. The force of [Y/N]'s thrusts and the consistent jab against Seongtae's abused prostate sent Seongtae's eyes rolling into the back of his head. He could barely process each wave of pleasure that crashed through him, but he's greedy and he wants more, more, more.

"Is- is that the best you've got?" Seongtae taunted.

There was no point in trying to regain his shattered pride, but something told him that pushing [Y/N]'s buttons would be rewarding, now that he knew the man had no self-restraint to stop fucking into him. And besides, they've been going through these taunts and rewards all night long already.

"Thought you said you'd be better than—"

[Y/N] grabbed Seongtae's waist and he yanked the light-haired male down onto his cock harshly. The way he pressed up against Seongtae's sensitive spot was too much for him to bear, his legs trembled and ankles kicked against [Y/N]'s back, but the other forced him to stay put. The more Seongtae tried to escape, the stronger [Y/N]'s grip got.

"Don't you dare say his name."

Seongtae reached down, trying to pry [Y/N]'s wrists away, but the man didn’t humour him in the slightest. He remained steady and all Seongtae convinced him to do was lift the smaller man’s bottom half up so that he could slide in even deeper.

"[Y/N]- stop!" Seongtae shouted, writhing with all his might as the pleasure and pain of overstimulation began to fog his mind. Any more and Seongtae thought his mind might actually break. "It's- it's too much, i-idiot!"

[Y/N] leaned lower and lower, forcing Seongtae to bend in half, and then when he was sure he’d gotten Seongtae pinned underneath him with nowhere to go, he moved one of his hands. It landed over the prominent bulge in Seongtae's stomach and he pressed.

"No, [Y/N]- please! Stop," Seongtae cried, shocks of indescribable ecstasy causing him to arch his back off the sheets and twitch almost violently. [Y/N] waited, glancing down at where Seongtae's hands were positioned over [Y/N]'s wrist and chest, but Seongtae didn't tap him, which meant he didn't actually need to stop.

When their eyes met again, the look in [Y/N]'s eyes was predatory.

Seongtae felt his walls trying to keep the other inside of him as the man dragged himself out. When Seongtae was left empty with the other's tip pressed teasingly against his messy rim, both of them could feel how the swollen hole winked longingly and Seongtae knew what the man was trying to prove even if [Y/N] continued to remain silent.

See how honest your body is? You keep telling me to stop, but you want my dick inside of you so bad. You want me to keep fucking you. You want me to use you.

[Y/N] rammed into him again and Seongtae swore that he blacked out for a fraction of a second. The feeling was so intense, so brutal, and Seongtae found it hard to keep his eyes open. His mouth parted to let out a scream that he couldn’t even hear, tears rolling nonstop down his face. He couldn't think anymore.

"I was trying to be gentle with you, wanted to make you feel all special, all loved." The man grunted, slamming into Seongtae over and over again.

"But if you want to be fucked like a whore, fine."

© yeri (@yerrenica) ⬦ do not repost, copy, translate, nothing. i am actually thinking of finishing the seongtae fic, because genuinely seeing seongtae get his brains fucked is one of the best things life could ever offer me. i have so many slutty lines in mind for it, ughh...