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[nirvanawrites111]

May I Have Your Attention Please? (Sub!Hongjoong x dom!reader)

Word count: 2757

Pairing: Hongjoong x Fem Reader, She/her pronouns

Genre: enemies to lovers, dom!reader x sub!idol

Warnings: smut, pegging, fingering male receiving, GANGTEEZ tings, mention of drugs, cum eating, handjob, spanking, a little degrading not much

Also, MDNI pls and thank you!!!

"Hongjoong, why do you keep stealing my corner, boys?" You barge into his meeting, not giving a fuck who he's talking to or what he's talking about.

His crew, affectionally known as Gangteez, pulls out their guns on you, but that doesn't bother you.

You stand tall and hold your head high with your hands at the sides of your hips. The latest dress from YSL covers your body with your favorite YSL heels to match.

You make eye contact with the devil himself, Kim Hongjoong. His gaze on you is intense, but it doesn't intimate you a bit.

Hongjoong snaps his black-painted fingers, and the six men lower their guns. He stands up from his desk and walks around.

His steps are wide, and he hovers toward you.

While you are wearing a red dress that is inches away from your knees, Hongjoong is wearing a leather jacket with a matching beret—one of his signatures with a Balmain t-shirt and jeans.

Of course, he stands before you a few inches shorter than you since you have on heels. Right now, the only thing that will soothe this matter is you digging your YSL heel into his chest and killing him yourself.

The room is incredible, and even though you are towering over him. He manages to radiate big dick energy though you hate to admit it.

You don't have to explain how much you are a boss bitch to any of these muthafuckers in this room. Your work and contribution to the game speak for themselves.

"Clear the room," he instructs his gang, and there is a quick pattering of feet against the carpeted floor. There isn't questioning of his decision or backtalk. Similar to how things are when you are with your crew.

His orbs are still locked on you, and you haven't bothered to look away. Some people might be scared of the leader of Gangteez, but not you.

The door closes, and he smirks at you. "So, now, do I have your attention, Y/n?" Hongjoong raises a questioning brow.

You tilt your head and study his face. Where the fuck is this coming from? Why would he need your attention?

Attention? You tilt your head and study his face. Where is this coming from?

"What is this really about, Joong? I don't come to this side of town often."

"I know it's hard for you to be around us common folk, but you are so hard to reach. So, I figured this was the best way to get your attention."

"Hard to reach?" You chuckle, almost in disbelief at his gesture. "My number hasn't changed in years. So, cut the bullshit. What do you want?"

"I was thinking we could have a little arrangement," His eyes lower and trails down your body. His gaze is invasive.

You snap your fingers at him. "Hey. Eyes up here. Please, I'm not one of your toys.

He's not the first man to proposition you, and you're sure he wouldn't be the last.

"Yes, a little birdie told me you were looking for a new distributor."

"Who told you that?"

"Maybe you should be careful of who knows all your secrets."

"I keep everything close to me. My organization is doing just fine."

"I doubt that. I mean, your structure is a bit weak. Don't you think?"

You want to take a deep breath to readjust your energy. But, he's so damn close to you that any sign of a reaction would indicate that he's indeed speaking facts.

You're unsure how he knows, but there will be hell to pay when you get home.

"Why are you so obsessed with me?"

"Because you should be running things with me. We should work together and take over the city."

You laugh at him. His ideas are comical and unrealistic. Hongjoong is a power-hungry man. He must be dominant in every way possible.

You know good, and damn well, he wouldn't want to share any decision-making with anyone. He's too bossy for that.

"Work with you? On what planet? You must have lost your damn mind."

"I mean, working with me has its perks. Seonghwa told me how rough you can be in the bedroom."

Your chest is set ablaze when he drops your little secret. This man already has too much entail on you. Why would Park Seonghwa, the one who you have whimpering on his knees, run his mouth to your sworn enemy? It's not that you have told Seonghwa about Hongjoong. But, how could they even be in the same circles?

You also don't want to cut things off with your billionaire boo either because you have such a great time making him fall to his knees and service you.

"Seonghwa didn't tell you that."

"Oh, but he did. He ranted and raved so much about you that it made me curious. You know how he is," you reply.

"How'd you even know him?"

"We went to preschool together. He went the straight path, and I was destined to run the streets."

"Why are you curious about what I do with other men? Are you jealous?"

"I mean, I have had my fair slew of women all over the city, the country, even. But, no one piques my interest in the way you do."

You smirk at his compliment, and you know where he's going with this.

"I'm not letting you fuck me. Hell, no."

"Who said I would do that? I want you to fuck me."

"In exchange for what?"

"Product to hold you until you find a new distributor."

"Fine, this is a one-time offer. Meet me tomorrow at the four seasons at 11 p.m. If you're one minute late, then the deal is off."

"Perfect, see you there."

***

You pull the last flexi-rod out of your hair and place them on the hotel sink. You take a look at yourself in the mirror.

You know you look so damn good, and you hate that you are wasting on that annoying ass Hongjoong. But, your business can benefit from the product to hold you over until you find a new distributor.

You still have a bone to pick with Seonghwa, but you will handle him accordingly for running his mouth.

Tonight, your focus is Kim Hongjoong, and you plan to handle this man. At the end of the day, he will be whimpering on your strap, and after that, you will have some product.

It's a win-win for everyone. But, you still have to keep your enemy close to you.

You do a spin in your red lace bra and panties. Your thigh-high heels match your outfit to give you a bomb look . Your neck is draped in an expensive Cuban link that Seonghwa bought you last month for your birthday.

A knock at the door causes you to step out of the bathroom. You walk down the hall of your hotel room and approach the door. You stare at the peephole. Your gun is tucked in your underwear. You already have your strap-on so that is no fumbling necessary when it is time to fuck him.

You grab your see-through lace robe. You toss it on and open the door.

"Good evening, Hongjoong."

"Hello, Y/n, you look amazing," Hongjoong compliments you, and it's what you expect. He's wearing a black T-shirt which you know is designer without even looking at the tag, and he's wearing ripped dark blue jeans.

You pull him into the room and grab the basket at the door. You close the door behind him, and he stares down at the empty basket.

"What's this?" He points down at the basket and looks at you.

"Keys, gun, and phone, please. You will get it back once I release you. The only one strapped tonight will be me," you inform him and give him a quick wink.

"Fine," Hongjoong says. He reaches into his pocket and drops his keys, phone, and wallet.

You continue to hold the basket. "Gun, sir."

Hongjoong reaches inside his coat jacket and places his gun inside. You pat him down, going inside his coat.

You get close to him and take a whiff of him and his cologne. He's wearing a different scent than he usually does and it smells lighter than usual. He seems good, and you reach down to pat him down further, and you grab his dick.

You stare up at him. "I'm packing, but in other ways," Hongjoong winks at you.

"Uh huh," you roll your eyes at him. You finish inspecting him, and he passes. "I'll be right back."

You retrieve to the back to lock up his items, and you return to him.

"Let's have a quick chat, first."

"Sounds good," he replies.

He follows you to the living room area, and you sit down on the couch, and the moonlight shines in the space. You have candles lit to set the mood and give the room an extra glow.

"So, we agreed that this is a one-time thing. This is strictly a business exchange."

"Yes, that is correct."

"You understand that you won't be inside of me in any type of way, correct?"

"Yes, I understand. That's what I wanted."

"You cannot tell anyone about this either, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You two go further into the conversation to talk about a safe word, and you agree on "Outlaw". You both discuss limits and communicate what you are both comfortable with.

You invite him to go into the bedroom. You push him on the bed.

"Is this what you wanted all this time?" You ask him.

"Yes, I've been waiting a long time to be your bitch."

Something sparks inside of you, and instantly you feel something for him. Hearing him say that does something to you.

You reach for his belt and remove it from his pants. You toss it over your shoulder.

"Of course, you want that. But, trying to sabotage my business isn't the smartest thing."

"But, it got me here.. right?"

"Take off your clothes," you request.

He's mouthy, and it's exactly what you expect. You expect him to try to push you using his words. If you really thought about it, he's always said something to get a rise out of you.

"Yes, mistress," Hongjoong replies. He takes off his clothes layer by layer.

"Get on your hands and knees. I think I need to show you who is in charge."

Hongjoong assumes the position, but he's too eager. It's like he's been wanting to be punished by you for a long time.

You move behind him and rub his ass. "Ready? Count with me."

You slap his ass hard, and he jumps a little—his ass ripples against your hand.

"One," Hongjoong repeats with you.

"Two."

"Three."

"Now, the next time you need my attention, you will not interfere with my business. You will come directly to me. Agreed?"

"Yes, mistress," He whimpers, and you slam his ass really hard that he yelps.

You love seeing him like this. You are not usually one to inflict pain on your partner, but he deserves it.

You turn him over before you can straddle him. You notice how hard he is. Of course, he's a pain slut. It doesn't surprise you at all. You straddle him.

"I want to watch you while I fuck you. Would you like that?"

"Yes.." Hongjoong replies softly. You are amazed at this side of him. The softness and submissiveness are something you aren't used to. It has you wondering has he always had this side to him the whole time.

This is not the same Hongjoong with a different chick on his arm at every event—the one whose name is feared in the streets.

This Hoongjoong before you is willing to submit to you. You grab his arms and put them above his head. You stare deep into his eyes. For a split second, you admire how beautiful he looks.

"Are you enjoying this? Did you like being spanked?"

"I loved it. You are exceeding my expectations and then some, Mistress."

His response has you questioning yourself for a moment. Could you engage with him again?

"So, are you ready to get fucked? Because that's what you came for?"

"Mmm.. yess mistress," Hongjoong moans, and it's the most beautiful thing you've heard in a long time. It sends a feeling wave in your core that quickly trails down to your pussy.

You are a sucker for a man that moans for you. The sounds alone drive you crazy. Even though your word is your bond, if he keeps moaning like this, you might have to break your agreement once.

You roll off him and grab the lube off the dresser. You return back to him. "This is your first time receiving anal, right?" You ask him.

"Yes. I guess you get to pop my cherry, tonight. Huh?"

"I guess so.. let's start out slow, first. I'm going to finger you first. Is that okay?"

"Of course, mistress. I'm your bitch. You can do whatever you want to me."

You lube your fingers and slide one into his ass. His face tenses up a bit. "Relax, baby. I got you. It's going to feel good soon enough. But, you gotta relax."

Hongjoong wets his lips, and he nods. You had no plans to kiss this man, but you didn't want to traumatize the man. So, you lean forward and kiss him on the lips.

Hongjoong relaxes and deepens the kiss. Another moan slips from his lips while you proceed to finger him. You spend a few moments embracing him while you are getting him to relax.

Now, he's working his ass against your finger. "Stick another in, please," he whines.

"Please, what?" You pull away from kissing him.

"Please, Mistress. I need another finger in my ass," His voice is all whiny, and he's surprising the fuck out of you.

You test him by sticking your tongue inside his mouth and jamming another finger in his ass. You stretch him a little bit, but he's so much more relaxed.

He works his ass like a good little slut, and you enjoy exploring this side of Hongjoong.

"You are so needy. I like this side of you. I would have never expected you to be like this. How long have you wanted this?"

"Since we first met."

"Interesting.. so you ready to receive what you've been asking for?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good."

You grab the lube and pour it onto your strap and add more lube to your fingers to make it a smooth experience.

You slide your strap inch by inch until you are entirely into him. You watch his body react to yours. You take it easy and work yourself into him slowly.

Hongjoong rises off the bed and wraps his legs around. He moves his lower half to match your movement.

"Ah, you're not a pillow princess. Have I awakened a slut?" You tease him.

Hongjoong covers his visibly flushed face. You grab his hands.

"Don't get shy on me now, princess." You uncover his hands to reveal his beautiful face once again. You know he's desperate and needy for you all wrapped in one.

"How does it feel?" You pound into him, but not fast. Your stroke is precise and diligent. You could easily make him come and end the night. But, you want to enjoy this.

"Really good, mistress. I've never felt like this before."

You lean forward and slip your tongue in his mouth again. This kiss is much more passionate than before. Your hands push down into the mattress and you drill into him.

You slip to the right side of his neck and suck on it. You bite his neck to entice him even more.

His hand slips between the two of you, and you feel him jerking his dick. You cover your hand with his and help him. After all, he is your bitch even if it's one night only.

"Come for me. Joongie," You coo.

Before you can say anything else, he releases in your hand and his. You lick it off your hand, savoring the taste.

You pull out of him and kiss him on his face. You grab his hand, and he automatically cleans off the last of his cum after his hand.

"I like this side of you."

"You're welcome to see it anytime."

Part 2

[nirvanawrites111]

My Right Hand Man (Sub!Wooyoung x Dom!Reader)

Word count: 3227 Warnings: Smut obviously, cheating on Hongjoong (pls don't do this stay loyal to this man, or he will get you!!!),  Hongjoong is in jail, Gang leader, San is two-faced and mean and calls you out your name, Wooyoung is your submissive, pegging, unprotected sex, talk about drugs, safe word mentioned, dom!reader, gentle femdom, a little degradation, fem pronouns

Pairing: Sub!Wooyoung x Reader

A/N: I wrote this in one sitting this morning, so it's slightly different from the teaser, but it's good! I put my all into it, so you enjoy it. Please comment and reblog!

"Wooyoung? Bro, you aren't up yet?" San's melodic voice travels through the apartment, and you gasp for air.

The heaviness of Wooyoung's hand is like a thousand pounds. You jump from the bed with nothing against your skin. You jet over the closet and fall back into the corner.

Your back aches from the fall, but you cover your mouth. The last thing you need right now is to get caught.

The bed creaks, and Wooyoung yawns. "Shit, what time is it, bro?"

"It's eleven a.m. We were supposed to go to the gym at eight, and you flaked."

"I'm sorry, fam. I was so tired last night. I had to go over the books again for Y/n."

"She's demanding a lot of you lately."

"I mean, I'm the only one with an accounting degree, so I have to ensure things stay afloat while Hongjoong is inside."

"I still can't believe he would hand his whole organization to that bitch. She doesn't know shit about the street life."

"Don't call her that. She knows more than you think. Sure, she does shit differently than him, but she's surprising the hell out of me."

"Whatever. I ain't falling for her shit. You know folks ain't going to want to fuck with us when he comes home."

"Nah, they are still fucking with us now. Business is still booming, so let's not speak negative shit into existence."

Your heart is pounding, and San's words have confirmed that he doesn't like you.

You always had a slight feeling about how he acted around you and constantly questioned your decisions. But, this conversation confirms that little voice in your head that told you that San is against you.

"I guess, but you know she still hasn't decided who her right-hand man is."

"Well, it won't be you."

"Trust me. I don't want shit to do with her. I'm gangteez for life, so nothing will push me away from my brothers."

"Why don't you like her? Are you mad Hongjoong didn't put you in charge?"

"I wasn't his right-hand man. Seonghwa was, and if the bitch had any sense, she would just let Seonghwa take over. He's more than qualified."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I don't need a reason. I just don't."

"Whatever, she's held it down for Hongjoong. Look, I'm going to catch up with you later. Thanks for stopping by and roasting my leader. Next time don't."

"Your leader?"

"Yes, she is our leader while Hongjoong is away."

"This bitch has you brainwashed."

"Y/n, is the baddest bitch in our city. She's made us so much money, so she's my leader."

"Yeah, okay," San groans.

The bedroom door closes, and footsteps tap along the hardwood floor. The closet door is pulled open.

"Mistress?" Wooyoung extends his hand to you and helps you off the floor of his closet. You stand up, and you throw your hands around him.

"Yes," you whisper against his lips, and your body sways with him for a bit.

"You heard everything, right?"

"I did," you say.

"You know I can't change how he feels about-" You hold a hand up to his lip and shake your head. The last thing you need right now is for him to explain another man's actions.

"His opinion isn't valid," you discuss.

You've experienced so much judgment since Hongjoong got locked up six months ago. Everyone questioned why he decided to leave you in charge, but the truth is you were born for this. Since you started dating him years ago, he's been exposing you to all aspects of the game if he gets locked up.

At first, you were hesitant to learn about the drug game because you didn't want to manifest him going to jail, but the reality is that it's a common thing in this fast life. So, in secret, you learned as much as you could.

"This is why you are my leader," Wooyoung giggles against your lips, and the sound is heaven against your ears.

It sends endorphins throughout your body. This life has become so lonely, but Wooyoung is the sunlight you need in such a dark time right now.

Birds chirping fills the room, and your body freezes. You pull away from Wooyoung. You are snatched from your current reality, and you race over to your purse in his drawer. You tear open the drawer, and you grab your burner phone.

You can't ever miss this phone call, no matter what you are doing. You are his lifeline to the streets and his business. You flip open the phone, and you speak into the phone.

"Yes, Hongjoong."

"Good Morning. I didn't receive my usual good morning call during breakfast. Did you drink last night?"

"No," you sit on the side of the bed, and you look up at Wooyoung. You can see the smile darken on his face and disappear in a flash.

"Where you been, princess?"

Your chest heats up and tightens. Hongjoong doesn't know you don't like him calling you that anymore.

You've allowed yourself to another side of your feminine energy, and you can only see yourself as Mistress, Goddess, or Queen. Thanks to Wooyoung.

But, for an odd reason, princess seems inferior to you.

You can protest to him, but you rather not waste your minutes on something so small to him.

"Sleep, baby. I just woke up."

"Run me the numbers from last night."

"I'll have to get them from Wooyoung. Can I give them to you in a few hours?"

Hongjoong's heavy groan is enough to tell you that he isn't pleased with you. He sucks his teeth and takes a deep breath.

"Y/n, you know that I like to have the numbers during breakfast so I can advise you how to move for the day. I can't run a business if you are sleeping away the day."

You swallow hard and hold the flip phone between your ear and shoulder. You grip the edge of the mattress and count to three in your head.

What about him telling you thank you, Y/N, for how well you are running his business or how are you? Is everything okay? But, instead, he wants to dig into you because you slept in for the first time in six months.

"Hongjoong. I'm sorry. You know that never happens. I will get you the numbers as soon as possible," you say.

Wooyoung kneels before you and kisses you on your legs. You mouth for him to stop because the last thing you need is to moan on the phone while you are talking to him.

"Y/n, I want to come home to a business. Please don't play games with my organization."

"Well, if you don't trust me, why don't you have San or Seonghwa run it," you spit into the phone. Your tone is laced with venom, and at this point, you are over it.

Wooyoung looks up from you at his favorite position. He loves kneeling in front of you and loves the power you possess over him. 

No one will understand how powerful his mistress is. Not even Hongjoong, and he's known you for years.

Wooyoung's lips lift into a frown when he notices your body's stiffness and how tight you are gripping his mattress. He wants you to squeeze him tight and take your frustration out on him.

He'd do anything for you to make you smile. He decides to make a bold decision that can cost him a punishment later.

He moves closer to you, and you are trying to explain yourself to Hongjoong, and Wooyoung knows his former leader very well.

Hongjoong isn't trying to hear any explanation of why you haven't done what is required of him.

Wooyoung leans forward and plants a gentle kiss on your inner thigh. He knows that he needs your permission to further engage in pleasing you the way he wants to.

Wooyoung's eyes sparkle when you spread your legs wide for him. He looks up at you, and you nod your head in approval of him pleasing you.

It's risky the fact that you are on the phone with Hongjoong, but he can't stand anyone upsetting you, mainly after San talked shit about you while you were hiding in the closet.

Wooyoung tried redirecting the conversation earlier when San ran off at the mouth. But, he didn't want to make any indication or inkling that he is involved with you in any way.

If it were up to him, he'd tell the whole world how you own him, but you want to keep it a secret to protect Hongjoong.

Wooyoung kisses your sex, and he looks up at your eyes closed. You are chewing at your bottom lip and mumbling into the phone.

"Absolutely, Hongjoong. It will not happen again."

Wooyoung is for sure you are getting scolded for not having the numbers from last night when he wants them.

Wooyoung plants gentle pecks up and down your slit. He smiles when your body shudders in reaction to his gestures. All he wants to do is satisfy and appreciate it in the way you deserve.

He doesn't waste any more time and dives into you. His tongue explores you with patience and care. He knows that if he takes his time, it will be so worth it for you.

Usually, he hums to himself, but right now, that's not feasible because the last thing he wants is to get you in anymore trouble. He cares about your well-being more than he cares to admit.

In his eyes, he belongs to you, and his existence is to make you feel wanted, admired, intelligent, powerful, and in charge. Serving you and being on his knees for you makes everything he does worth it.

Wooyoung's belly is flooded with butterflies, and he spreads your most sensitive folds with care and dusts his tongue against your pearl. You lean back against the edge of the mattress, at a perfect angle where he can still see your facial expressions.

You are so wet for him. He doesn't know if the excitement of being caught or how much you need to cum. Either way, he isn't going to complain about this moment.

Wooyoung circles around your love button and flicks over it. His actions cause you to drop the phone nearly, but you grab it.

"Sorry, Hongjoong. I almost dropped the phone."

"Yes, I understand."

"Yes, this is serious to me."

Wooyoung listens to you try not to moan through this interaction. He nibbles with soft intention at your clit, and a gush of your arousal drips down. Wooyoung is pleased in the moment of how you are reacting to be worshipped like the goddess you are.

"Goddess," Wooyoung whimpers against your sex.

He knows he isn't supposed to speak, but he can't help it. His tongue goes down to catch all of your nectar. He's obsessed with the way you taste on his tongue. He's honestly addicted, and he tells you every single time that he's lucky enough to devour you.

You grab him by the hair to signal to him to calm down. Wooyoung's devious smirk appears on his face, and he returns to worship his goddess.

His tongue dances along your pussy. He etches sorties against your flesh in a way to apologize to you.

Wooyoung knows that the way you are now rocking your body against his face that you are close.

Wooyoung knows your body so well. He holds his hands behind his back because he is painfully hard.

He wants to stroke himself while you cum on his tongue. But, his goddess comment has cost his access to that.

Wooyoung laps at your juices, and you rock harder against him. He's in heaven now, and he looks up to see you pressing your lips together so tight that you are holding that delicious moan in.

He wants you to slip up a bit. Not to the point where you get caught, but so that he knows that his actions are bringing you closer to that orgasm you so deserve. He needs that verbal praise.

Wooyoung's tongue goes into your wet canal, and now he's tongue fucking you. Your hand is at the back of his head, and you are literally fucking his tongue.

Your legs are damn near numb because he's giving it his all to make you cum. You can't deny how amazing it feels to have Wooyoung between your thighs while Hongjoong is ripping into you about his business.

You are simply just replying to him, but you aren't present with him. Your body is on another plane with Wooyoung. You two are co-existing in another dimension because he's eating the soul out of your body.

You want to cry out in ecstasy because of how fucking talent your submissive is when it comes to cunnilingus.

Your juices have created a wet spot underneath you on his mattress. You thrust his head into your cunt. You are approaching your climax, and you want it bad.

This isn't how you expected your morning to be, but you aren't going to complain.

"Are you listening to me, Y/N?" Hongjoong growls into the phone.

You wish you could put the phone on mute so you can scream Wooyoung's name, but you can't. So, Hongjoong will have to ride it out with you without knowing.

"Yesssss!!!" You cry out, and you explode onto Wooyoung's tongue.

The groan is loud and mixed with pleasure and frustration of Hongjong being an absolutely dick to you.

Wooyoung embraces all of you and drinks from your essence. He licks all the way down and catches all of you. He cleans you out. Because that's what a submissive is supposed to do, he's supposed to clean up the mess that he makes.

You lean back against the mattress, somewhat out of breath.

"Well, I see you got an attitude. I'll call you in a few hours for my numbers," Hongjoong says, and ends the call. You close the phone and toss it on the bed.

"Fuck, Wooyoung, that was amazing," You say, looking down at him.

You pull him up onto your body, and you slip your tongue into his mouth to taste yourself.

"You deserved to be worshiped like a goddess," Wooyoung moans against your lips.

His erection pokes against you, and you look down. "Sorry for getting hard, Mistress. I didn't touch it, though."

You stroke him while he's hovering over top of you. "Don't apologize, baby. But, you know you almost got us caught, right?"

"I know.."

"Get the strap," you instruct him. You know that he needs to be punished, and you aren't sure whether his little act was the intention or not. But, either way, it's time for him to get fucked.

"Yes, mistress," Wooyoung says. He retrieves your strap-on and helps you put it on. You grab your favorite lube and pour it onto the plastic.

"Did you do this on  purpose?"

"Do what?" Wooyoung plays coy, and that tells you everything you need to know.

"Eat me out."

"You looked stressed, and I just wanted you to smile. I'm sorry."

"You moaned out, goddess."

"Sorry, I got lost in the moment."

"You know I'm not into spanking.. but I'm not going to go easy on that hole."

Wooyoung's wicked smile appears again, and you know he wants this.

"I know, Mistress. I deserve it."

"What's our safe word?"

"California."

"That's right, baby. Turn around," you say. You add lube to your fingers, and you prepare him to take all of you.

You get off of the bed and push him over the mattress right where you came at. You push his head down against the soiled mattress.

You slap his ass and inch into him.

"Mmm.. yess, mistress. Fill me up. Please, don't go easy on me."

"Why you gotta be so slutty and crave to be fucked by me?"

"You do this to me. I'm addicted to you," Wooyoung moans hit your ears, and you go faster. You need praise and admiration. It fills your head up. Since, your so-called boyfriend can't express any gratitude or recognition for all you do.

"Only me? Right?"

"Yes, mistress. Only you," he says. You damn near lose it and pump into his faster. The feeling is perfect. You enjoy making him feel good.

Wooyoung is throwing it back on your strap. "Mistress, can I stroke it while you fuck me?"

"Mmm.. let me coat you," you say. You jam your fingers into your soaking pussy and cover his dick with your juices. You get it nice and coated. "There, I put lube on it."

"Fuck, I love your cum," Wooyoung moans and strokes his dick while you fuck his ass hard. "I'm gonna cum.."

"Not until I tell you to."

"Yes, Mistress," Wooyoung's voice is shaky. But, you know he's so close. You want him to explode just like you did earlier. You love how he's a whore for you and only you.

"One," you count.

"I'm so close... my legs are shaking."

"Two."

"Fuck mistress, you fuck me so damn good. Please don't stop. I'm your slut. I'll do anything for you," you say.

"Hmm.. cum for me then," you say.

You slow down because you know that he loves that. He cums into his hand, and you pull out of him. He lies against the mattress, and you stand over him.

"Mmm.. that was good," You climb onto him and hold his legs up. You slide back into him while he's lying on his back.

"Look at me, whore," you grab his face, and your eyes connect. This time your movements are slow into him. You want to watch him cum.

"Fuck.. I love when you make love to me," he moans, and you cover his mouth with yours. Nothing else matters right now.

His legs are around your waist and your strokes are slow but steady.

You are lost in the essence of each other. Nothing else matters at this moment. All you know is you care about Wooyoung, and you enjoy being with him in this way.

Your body is sensitive and being connected to him this way has you approaching another orgasm. Wooyoung's arms are around your waist.

"Let's cum together," you whisper against his lips, and before you can even count the way you usually do, you both are cumming as one. Your body elevates to another level. Never have you ever had such a strong sexual connection with anyone in your life. Everything you are with him, you feel so sexually free.

"Thank you, mistress," Wooyoung's cum is against your stomach, but you don't care. You pull out of him and lie next to him.

"That was fucking amazing," you say.

"I think I'm in love with you," Wooyoung says.

Your heart drops, and your body is still coming down from your high with Wooyoung.

His words are so calm, and you want to protest to say it's just the sex. But, you know it isn't. You know that what you share is more profound than just sex.

Before you can answer, the familiar bird chirping silences the room and your decision to confirm or decline your feelings towards Wooyoung.

Part 2

[nirvanawrites111]

My Right Hand Man Part 2 (Wooyoung x Dom!Reader)

Word Count: 3275

Pairing: Sub!Wooyoung x Dom!Reader

Tw: smut, mentions of drug, unprotected sex, gun appears, femdom!, You’re cheating on Hongjoong (but don’t do it irl because he gets jealous 🥴)

Read Part 1

“It's time to take all of Bangchan's street corners around the Downing projects," you give your command to Gangteez with a straight face waiting for their reaction. 

The room grows uncomfortably still, and you shift all your weight to one side. Your YSL heel clicks against the wooden floor of the basement.

The men stand in a half circle around you. You read all their expressions at once. You know this isn't something that is an easy task to do, but you've been planning your attack for months, now. 

"We've waited six months, and now is the right time?" Seonghwa voices his concerns. He purses his lips together, and you aren't afraid of objection to your plan. 

His question is valid, but one thing you have learned from Hongjoong is to be strategic. Never let your enemy know that you are affected by their moves. 

You've been doing this for the last 180 days waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack. You know for sure he's why Hongjoong is behind bars, and you must avenge the leader of Gangteez. Because it wasn't for Bangchan's weasel ass, he wouldn't be locked up. 

Everyone's eyes ping from Seonghwa and over to you, waiting for your counter-response. It's expected that they would have concerns or issues. 

You look past the wooden step descending into the dark of the open space, and you bring your attention back to them. 

You aren't going to back down. This is a risky move, but everyone has to pay the price for what they do in this game. 

You lean in closer to them. "Six months is a perfect time. Bangchan has been flaunting around town as if he runs it. We gotta knock him down a peg," you explain.

"I'm down," Wooyoung shoots next to San, and everyone turns to look at him. "I think it's a great idea."

You press your lips together to hold back an approving smile for him. Wooyoung's loyalty is unmatched, and it's surprising. 

Why would he choose to side with you after being vulnerable just for you to vanish? 

"I agree, too. We can't let Hongjoong just get locked up for nothing. He took a sacrifice for us, and not once did he rat us out. Let's do it," Yeosang supports you. 

But, you still have to win the other five over with their approval. 

"Exactly, so what is everyone else thinking?" you question them in hopes of understanding what everyone is thinking. Your eyes scan over to San and see he's the first to open his mouth. 

"Bangchan's crew is our rival gang. Everyone in the city knows it. So, it would be too obvious it's us," San counters. 

You nod. "I understand your concern which is very valid, but we can handle them."

"Not without Hongjoong," San explains. 

"Hongjoong is never one to pull the trigger now, is he? He gives the target. I'm giving you the target," You say, and you know your comment will ruffle some feathers. "Listen, if anyone tries to come after anyone, it will be me, and I'll be ready."

"You're willing to die for Gangteez?" San sneers at you, but his disbelief doesn't faze you at your loyalty to Gangteez. 

"That's the point of being the leader of this gang. Isn't it?" You toss back at him. 

"Shit, let's do this then," Mingi adds. 

"What do we have to lose? We will take over his corners," Yunho says. 

Wooyoung is why the domino effect of approval of your decision has started. He has always had your back, no matter what. 

"Blood will probably be shed, but we have to do it to avenge the wrongdoing of our leader," you hammer home your original idea. You want them to believe wholeheartedly that this is for Hongjoong. 

"I'm down," Jongho announces. 

Everyone turns to look over at San and Seonghwa. 

"So, are we Gangteez for life, or are we going to let Bangchan's bitch ass get away with setting up Hongjoong?" You ask. 

"This is blood on your hands if it goes wrong," San gets up from his seat and storms out of the meeting. You shrug because you know this is the right direction to go. 

"So how are we going to do it?" Seonghwa asks.

"I have been spying on their operation. If we steal their product for their Friday night drop and then have our dudes out there, we will be good," you explain. 

"How do you know their operation?"

"I've been following their moves for the last six months," you inform them. 

***

A knock on your window causes you to jump. You grab your chest and roll down the window of your SUV. 

"Are you avoiding me, mistress?" Wooyoung ask.

You glare into the rearview mirror and through your side view mirrors to see if anyone is near the two of you or can hear the conversation. 

As you mentally survey the exterior of the coffee shop you just left, Wooyoung's smile has your attention. 

"I'm not avoiding you," you say. You hold onto the steering wheel. 

"Where are you going?" He leans into the window, almost a few inches from your face. 

Without a thought, you lean back away from him because the last thing you need is people running back to Hongjoong to accuse you of cheating on him. 

"Back to the estate for my afternoon bath."

"Let me wash your back," Wooyoung offers. He knows acts of service is your love language and an easy way to get back into your personal space. 

"Get in," you say. You watch him walk around the front of your car, and he closes the door. 

***

"You need to get your bitch in line. She wants to take over Bangchan's corners over there by Downing Projects," San speaks into his cell phone.

Wooyoung gets into the passenger side of your car, and San’s eyebrows raise heavenward. He knows you two usually meet at night to get the money together, but it's two in the afternoon. 

"Y/n has everything under control. Why are you so upset?"

"You approved of this bullshit?"

"Of course. She doesn't do anything before running it by me."

"This isn't a good idea. We could all die over this."

"Bangchan's will know better than to move so sloppily. Listen, it's all going to work out. Don't worry about a thing."

"Okay," San swallows hard. "You are right. I want to make sure we are good, brother. No harm."

"Next time, don't fucking call me again about my woman. It's a reason why I picked her and not you to run Gangteez," Hongjoong ends the call. 

***

You sit on the edge of your bathtub and turn on the water. You adjust the temperature to your liking, and there is a distance between you and Wooyoung. 

He's across from you, standing in the doorway. He's covered in a black hoody and baggy jeans. It's not often you see him fully clothed when it's just the two of you. 

A little tiny grin appears on your face because you know he's waiting for your authorization to move closer. Even if there is tension between you, he still finds a way to show his submission to you. 

"Come here," you announce. Your voice is powerful, and you can see how his eyes perk up when you speak to him.  

"Yes, mistress," Wooyoung says. He can't hide his excitement to be with you. 

His steps are small, and he approaches you with his eyes glued to you. He stands before you, and this is the first time, he's been this close to you in days. 

You are lying if you say that you didn't miss him. He's been the topic of your thoughts for days, but you have maintained a bit of distance. 

Without instruction, he kneels before you. His hands are laced behind his back, and his eyes are on you. 

"So, I'm sure you want to talk about where I've been the last five days," you cut to the chase. 

"You've been sending Jongho to do the nightly pickups. Did I do something wrong?" His voice is shaky, and he looks down at the floor away from you. 

"No, you didn't do anything wrong," you shake your head at him, and you lift his chin. He's literally the angel that you've needed in your life. 

"So, why have you been avoiding me?" His voice is thick with emotions, and all you want to do is hug him and tell him that you are sorry. But, you are more complicated than that. 

"Our situation is a dangerous one. I've literally folded for my boyfriend's friend. I've known Joong since I was sixteen. You've known him since you were like five. Y'all are practically family."

Birds chirping hit your ears, and your eyes shoot to your phone. You groan because there is always an interruption. You turn off the bath water, and you walk over to your purse on the sink. 

You turn to face Wooyoung, still on his knees. "No funny business."

Wooyoung nods, but you are not sure if he will follow through with that. 

"Yes, boss?" you answer. 

"When were you going to tell me about Bangchan."

Your heart drops, and your blood runs cold. How the fuck did he find out this fast? The chilling haze of your suspicion begins to crystallize. 

"Why is San running his mouth?" You spit into the phone. 

You know that no one else would try to ruin your idea.

"It wasn't him. But, listen, you don't get to make those types of decisions."

"I do when it involves the organization you left me to run."

"This is not what I wanted to do. I was going to handle him when I get out."

"Well, we don't know when that will happen."

The phone goes silent, and you know he's going to let you have it for throwing that in his face. 

"Would you have rather it been you in here?" 

"I told you not to trust Yeonjun, but here we are."

"Listen, Y/n. I'll let you do this, but if this shit blows up in your face, I will give your position to Seonghwa."

"Seonghwa? He's a side liner. He's not meant to make these types of decisions. The business has been booming since you left. You know it."

"I agree you have been doing a great job, but that's under my advisement."

"I don't follow anything you tell me to do. I do my own shit, and that's why more money is flowing."

"Is that so? You think you can do this shit without me?"

"I've been doing it for six months without you. Seonghwa ain't help me with shit."

"Come visit me."

Your whole world stops, your heart is pounding loudly, and you can hear it in your ears. Wooyoung steps into the bathtub, and you don't notice him get naked. 

In all of the six months, you've begged to be able to see Hongjoong, and he's denied you every time. 

"Why now?"

"I should reward you for doing so well. I got a few connections here, and I've missed being inside you. The pictures you send help, but I want the real thing."

Guilt crawls up your throat, and you are conflicted about what he just said. Your body freezes for a moment. Three months ago, you would have been overjoyed and literally crawled on your hands and knees just to get a glimpse of him. 

But, when you look at Wooyoung, you are singing a different tune. You are finally getting the praise you know damn well you deserve from him.

But, it's just a little too late. It isn't the same as when Wooyoung praises you. It doesn't make you light up like when Wooyoung tells you how amazing you are. 

"Okay, well, how soon do you want me to come?"

"Friday. While the boys handle the takeover, I want you to come."

"No, I need to be here to ensure it gets done."

"No, baby, they can handle it."

You sigh. At this point, you are tired of arguing with him. "Alright, see you Friday," you hang up the call, and you drop it in your purse. 

"So, you're going to fuck him Friday?" Wooyoung questions you, and although you can't see his face, you can feel the disappointment weighing on him.

In his eyes, you belong to him. He hasn't had to share you sexually with anyone else. So, now you will exchange your energy with someone else, and you know it stings Wooyoung's heart. 

You remove the remainder of your clothes and turn around to face him. You are nude and vulnerable. The last thing you want to do is hurt him. He means so much to you that words can't even describe your love for him. 

You climb into the tub, and he's sitting with his legs crossed, and you sit across him. You reach up to his tanned face and stroke his face. Why did god have to send you such a beautiful and submissive man to turn your whole world upside down? 

She has such funny humor. You sigh because what can you say to him? 

"Woo," you whisper gently, knowing that there's nothing you can say to him that will change the situation. 

"You've been using me," Wooyoung holds his head down. His words are above a whisper but loud enough for you to know that he's hurting inside. 

"Never. I've been loving you," You lift his chin for him to see you for who you are and for him to understand that he's not the only person in this. 

His eyes widen at your revelation, and his mouth opens almost in disbelief, but it's honest to god truth. 

"I love you, Woo. I promise you I do," you confess, and for the first time in a long time, the weight is lifted off your chest. You can breathe deeply without feeling like you are hiding something or masking your emotions. 

For the first time, you feel completely honest and truthful about your feelings. 

"Goddess. You mean it?" Wooyoung questions you, but it's not the response you would have expected from it. 

You nod without having to utter another word. He crawls onto your lap and wraps his arms around you. 

"Yes," you confirm with a simple answer, and he looks into your eyes. His eyes sparkle with acceptance and love. 

"Fuck, goddess. I can't believe you feel the same for me."

"That's why I distanced myself. So, whatever happens on Friday, just know I'm doing whatever I have to keep up appearances. When he comes home, I'm leaving him. I'm moving."

"You're leaving him?" Wooyoung asks. 

"Yes."

"Where are you moving to?"

"Across the country. I want you to come. If you aren't ready, I understand. But, when you are ready,  you are welcome to come. This is a lot to take in."

"Yes, I'll go with you. I just want to be with you. That's all I've ever wanted."

You press your lips against Wooyoung, and his heart melts for you. He's become silly putty in your hands. You have expressed everything he's wanted to hear for the last three months. 

Wooyoung closes his eyes and embraces your warm lips against yours. This is precisely where he wants to be. 

No one has ever cared for him like you. No one has ever pleased him the way you do. No one can compare to you or can make him submit so quickly the way you do. 

You mean everything to this man, and now you've affirmed him the way he's needed for so long. 

Your touches along his back send electricity through his body, and he wants you.

"Goddess, I need you," Wooyoung whimpers for you. He craves to be inside of you. He misses being buried inside of your warm center. 

"I don't have my strap. I would have to get up."

Wooyoung shakes his head. He reaches between your legs and rubs your already wet clit. He stops and looks at you. 

You nod in approval for him to continue touching you. 

"I want to be inside of you, again."

You reach down and stroke his dick. You reach over and turn the jets on in your bathtub. You move from underneath him. 

"You can be inside of me," you say with a smile. 

Truth be told, you missed him being inside of you, which wasn't something that happened often. Most of the time, you either gave each other head, or you fucked him with the strap. 

You position yourself to get in the proper position to ride him. 

"I can't believe.." Wooyoung starts to speak, but you quiet him when you slide down on his thick length. You close your eyes and enjoy the sensation of being full of Wooyoung again. 

You don't want to do any more talking. You want to enjoy this moment with him. Your lips are pressed against his, and his hands are around your waist. 

You can't believe you are in love with him. You are lost in him, and the kisses have become sloppier and needier. 

Your bodies are meshing together in a way you can't describe. It's perfect being on top of him like this in your bathtub. You never thought love could feel this good. You never thought the drug game would have brought you closer to anyone because it definitely pushed you away from Hongjoong. 

"Fuck, Mistress.. please. It's too good," Wooyoung whines into your ear, and you rock into him harder. The water splashes and falls onto the floor, but you don't care. 

All you care about right now is being one with the love of your life. 

Bird chirping hits your ears, but you don't pull away. Instead, you kiss Wooyoung harder, and you lean forward. He pumps into you from underneath your body. 

"Wooyoung.. baby.. I've missed your dick inside of me," You say.

"I know it's been a long time. But, I deserve it, right? I deserve to bury my dick deep inside you until you cum on my dick, right mistress?"

"Mmmm.. yes, you do."

"You're going to cum on my dick."

You lose a bit of control, and you don't care. You wrap your hands around his neck, and you clench your pussy around him. You are close to coming for him. That's all you want to do. 

"That's it, mistress. Use me like your whore," he manages to breathe out and still pounds into your sweet pussy. The place where he finds peace in. 

The pad of his two fingers is against your clit, and you don't have much longer until you explode. 

"Yess.. you're my whore," You cry out, and you bounce on his dick, and you release your orgasm. You cum hard on his dick, and your body vibrates as you release onto him. 

Wooyoung follows behind you and shoots his load deep inside of you. You are milking all of him and taking all of his seed. At this point, the dick is so good you don't care if you get pregnant. 

You let go of Wooyoung's neck and cover it with soft kisses. "I love you so much," you whisper against his beautiful melanin. 

"Mmm... I love you more," Wooyoung moans out.

"I guess we need to clean up, huh?" you joke, still on his dick. 

"Or, maybe your body will need to be cleaned up?" A familiar voice echoes in your bathroom, and your jaw drops when you see him in there with a gun in his hand.

Part 3

[nirvanawrites111]

My Right Hand Man Part 3 (Sub!Wooyoung x Dom!Reader)

Word Count: 6333

Tw: held at hun point, violence, drinking, eating Wooyoungs ass like it’s brunch , cum eating, oral (male receiving), drama, toxic relationship, mentions of anal, femdom, Gangteez

A/N: this idea was so random and I had so much fun. It's longer the last chapters but it's chaotic. Plus, I love Wooyoung🥹.

Part 1

Part 2

"Or, maybe your body will need to be cleaned up?" San's aggressive voice echoes in your spacious bathroom, and your wide glassy eyes are met with his gun. 

San's black nine-millimeter matches his black joggers and hoodie. You don't remember him wearing that to the meeting earlier. Did he go home and change before he came to assassinate you?

Wooyoung slips from underneath you and moves in front of you, using his body as a shield to protect you. Wooyoung is too precious; the last thing you need is him dying. You wouldn't be able to go on without him. 

"Wooyoung, why are you protecting her?" San challenges Wooyoung.

Your heart pounds louder than a marching band drum at a Friday night football game. Your life is in the hands of someone else. Someone who has it out for you since you stepped into Hongjoong's position. 

"Because she didn't do anything wrong," Wooyoung voices. 

"How did you get inside my house?" You question.

"Your house? Last night I checked this mansion belongs to Kim Hongjoong. Not, you," San replies.  

"Whatever. So, you're willing to kill me and take away the only person your best friend loves?" You argue and squint your eyes.

"Love?! This man doesn't love you. He's using you. Tell her, Wooyoung," San steps closer and moves halfway through the bathroom. He puts his gun on the counter next to your purse. 

His shoes click against the marble flooring. Why the fuck does he have shoes on in your house?

"Is this true?" You lean against Wooyoung's arm and wrap your arm around him.

"I.." Wooyoung stumbles over his words. "It's true," he forces out an answer you aren't ready to hear. 

Your lips tremble, and your throat is hot. There's no way he's being honest right now. You've been each other's support system through this transition, and now he's singing a different tune. 

A slight grin builds on San's face. But, this can't be true. Why would he get in his feelings and confess that he loves you if he's lying?

"Nope," You shake your head in utter denial. "Baby, are you serious right now?"

"Yeah, it's the truth. It was just sex," Wooyoung back is to you so that San can't see your naked body, so you can't see his facial expression. But, his honeyed voice expresses something different. 

You reach behind you carefully and grab the edge of the table out of the side compartment of the tub. You press the cool metal against Wooyoung's temple.

"Are y'all setting me up?" You question. Your senses are heightened now, and you're unsure what to believe. 

"Y/n, you're not crazy," San commands and takes another step.

"Don't take another step, or I will kill him," You say.  

"Goddess, please," Wooyoung pleads, and you want to believe that he made it all up, but the coincidence has you thinking otherwise.

"Let's talk this out," Wooyoung begs you. 

"Nope, you were using me the whole time. I made you scream on my strap, and now it was all a lie. Does San know all of that?" You raise your voice at him. Your words are cold and full of venom.

You never talk to him like this, but you might lose everything because of him.

You didn't want to go out like this. You never thought you would make a misstep like this, and for some reason, against your better judgment, you allowed him to come over to your house. 

You never do that. 

You let your guard down entirely only to be in this vulnerable and exposed state. You didn't want things to blow up like this. 

"See, this bitch is crazy. She's willing to kill you. I told you to stay away from crazy bitches," San insults you, and you take a deep breath. You block out his rude tone and judgment.  

"So, did you two plan this out? Why are you here, San, and what do you want?"

"Nope, I had my suspicions about you two. I'll admit you two did a good job keeping this secret from me until today," San sits on the toilet. 

"Get to the point, or I'm going to kill Wooyoung," you say. 

"You would kill him? After you've been using him?" San asks. 

"He used me remember? So, I would. I'm not going out like this," you say. You release the safety because time is running out. 

"I want Gangteez, and you leave town. We can act like this never happened," San offers you an opportunity to start over. 

Of course, he wants to run Gangteez. After you have brought them to new heights and levels of money. San wants to capitalize on your hard work. 

"Hongjoong is locked up. If he finds out about Wooyoung and me, he isn't going to care," you add. 

"Oh, he's going to care, and he will kill you," San insists.  

"Fine, you can have it," you huff.  

"You have an hour to pack your stuff. Leave your burner phone and your keys. I will handle Hongjoong," San gets up from the toilet.

San walks to the door, and he stops at the door. "Oh, and Wooyoung can't go with you, either."

"You are not getting your fairytale," San adds. 

"Wooyoung, let's go," San says. 

Wooyoung hops out of the tub and grabs a towel. He snatches his clothes off the floor and bolts out of the bathroom without looking back. You don't get a sorry, or I love you. You can't believe he left just like that. 

You stand up and get out of the bathtub and grab a towel. You cover your body and dash into your room. You lock your bedroom door and place your gun on the dresser.

You go over to the window. You watch Wooyoung and San head to the car. 

"Really, Wooyoung?" You shout, and it isn't like he can hear you. You dry off your body and moisturize quickly. 

Your hands are shaking. You want to process everything that happened, but it's not enough time. You text your housekeeper and give her very detailed instructions because there is no way that you can go through that front door. 

You head over to your closet and grab the first tracksuit you spot. You toss it on the bed and go over to your dresser. You grab a bra, thong, and t-shirt. 

You still can't believe Wooyoung fucking played you. If he didn't want to be with you, all he to do is tell you he's done. Staging a stick-up isn't how you end things. 

You can't figure out why, but it's too late to think about it. 

Is Wooyoung really going to leave you? There wasn't any point of you running off from Gangteez unless you had Wooyoung by your side. 

Did he mean what he said earlier about using you? There's no way that's true. Now, because of one mistake, you are going to lose everything. 

The risk you took doesn't mean shit if he's not going to run off with you. 

Now, because you made a wrong move by fucking him at home, you have lost everything. 

You go into your closet and get on your hands and knees. Your hand touches taps against the flooring until you feel the one tile that can be removed. 

You flip it over and grab a couple of stacks of money to support your travel. You grab your spare burner phone. 

You power it on and call your emergency number. 

They answer on the first ring, and you hurry up and grab the emergency suitcase you have tucked away since Hongjoong left. 

You go to the back of the closet and push the wall. You go to the hidden elevator into the ground. 

"I've fucked up bad. You need to come to get me. Send someone for me."

"Done." 

They end the call, and you ride the elevator to the basement. You just have to wait it out until San leaves.

****

Wooyoung gawks out the passenger window waiting for you to walk through the front door. He squeezes his burner phone, and he flips it open again. He knows after what was said that you're probably mad at him.

He deserved your anger and your silent treatment. This was his time to walk in the sun with you. He should have chosen you in front of his best friend. 

Instead, he raced out the door without saying sorry or we'll talk later. 

Wooyoung doesn't know how he will make this right, but he wants to figure out a way to prove to you that he's serious. 

He's partly afraid that San would have killed you. You don't deserve that.  

"This bitch has five minutes left, or I'm putting a bullet through her fucked up brain," San spews his long-lasting hatred for you. 

Wooyoung is still trying to piece everything together, and he focuses on San texting, someone. 

"Why do you hate her so much?"

"Because she's a fucked up person."

"So, am I."

"Nah, it's different."

"How'd you know I was here?" Wooyoung finally speaks up for the first time since he left you in the tub.  

"I watched you get in her car. I was curious, so I followed you here."

"Oh, so why can't we just go home."

"I need to make sure she turns everything over to me. I can't believe she brainwashed you. Never in your life have you ever crossed anyone."

"She didn't brainwash me. I didn't cross anyone," Wooyoung hisses. San doesn't understand what you mean to him. 

"Yes, she did. What was talking about a strap?" San raises an eyebrow.

"I get fucked with a strap-on."

"In your ass?" San asks. He narrows his eyes and tilts his head. 

"Yeah. I love it," Wooyoung replies and blushes. 

"Okay, I'm not even going to ask anything else. Hongjoong brought you into Gangteez when you didn't have anyone," San reminds him. 

"I know. It wasn't on purpose. You act like I've been plotting on her or something."

San leans back in his seat and stretches his arms. "So, did you hit it raw?"

"That's none of your business. You always have to take away everyone I love."

"You keep falling for crazy hoes. She put a gun to your head and threatened to kill you."

"She wouldn't have killed me."

"How do you know?"

"She loves me."

San snickers and slaps his thigh. "If she loves you so much, why'd she let you leave? Not once has she texted you or called. She played you."

The clicking of the garage door catches Wooyoung's attention, and he sees your black SUV  jet pass them. 

"I wasn't checking my phone. I was looking at the time."

"Well, she's gone now. Let her go," San says. 

Wooyoung crosses his arms and stares straight through the windshield. 

***

"What happened?" Your former leader sits across from you in a leather chair. Their legs are crossed in their expensive gray suit with a half-empty glass of Whiskey. 

Not much has changed about their office. Still bland as fuck without any pictures or personality in the room. Just two couches, bare walls, and a glass table. 

Your hands tremble, and you cover your face. How could this happen to you? You take a deep breath and sigh. "I started sleeping with Wooyoung."

Their eyebrows rise at your admission, and they chug their drink. They place it on the glass table, which makes a slight echo. 

"Jung Wooyoung. I never expected that. Maybe San or Mingi. How did this begin?"

You swallow hard at your weakness. "It started with late nights going over the numbers. Those turned into sitting in the car talking until the sun rose, and then it turned to him becoming my submissive."

"So, who caught you?" Your former leader's gaze fixates on you. 

"San, we were bathtub at Hongjoong's house."

"That's pretty disrespectful, don't you think?"

"I know, but Hongjoong treats me like shit, and I feel seen when I'm with Wooyoung."

"So, now what? You're going to run off into the sunset with Wooyoung?"

"I don't know. You know I would never come to you unless it was the last fucking option," you breathe out. 

"Why would you move so sloppy like that?" They petition you almost and wish you had an answer.  

"I don't know. I'm in love with him," you confess, and your breath is shaky. You can't believe you've fallen so hard for him that you would let your guard down.  

"So, let me get this right. You fell in love with him, Wooyoung?"

You nod. "Yes, but now I can't go back."

"You're literally blowing up our whole plan over some dick. Did you have your eye on him the whole time?"

"I did from day one. But, you told me to go after Hongjoong. I fell for Hongjoong because I thought I needed a man who would tell me what to do. When he got locked up, I realized I don't like that."

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I need to get out of the country, and I want Wooyoung to come with me."

"You know this is going to start a war."

"I know. But, he's worth it."

"Alright. You know this is going to cost you."

"How much do you need?"

"I don't want money. You know what I want. I need information," they say. 

You roll your eyes, and you realize this is costing you more than you can offer.

***

"She just sent a text and said everything is in the garage and says you know the garage code."

"Okay," Wooyoung gets out of the car and walks to the garage. He enters the code, and he sees everything you left for him. 

He grabs it, and he stops in his tracks. He walks further into the garage and opens the freezer. He sees a burner phone and shoves it in his pocket. 

He closes the garage and walks back to the car. He hands San the duffel bag. 

"What are you doing to tell Hongjoong?" Wooyoung inquires. 

"She left a note that she couldn't do it."

"This is very thought out."

"Whatever, let me do it my way, or I'll tell him what you've been up to."

San arrives at Wooyoung's apartment and hits the unlock button. "Thanks to your bitch, I'm about to run the city," San gloats, but Wooyoung doesn't care. 

"Good for you," Wooyoung voices and gets out of the car. He heads upstairs to his apartment. 

He opens the door, hoping to smell your sweet vanilla scent but he doesn't smell anything. He closes the door and reaches into his pocket to pull on the burner phone. 

He expects a saved number, but there isn't one. So, he must wait for you to contact him. 

Will San make a good plan, or will he snitch on him? Wooyoung walks into his kitchen and opens the fridge. 

The burner phone rings, and his heart flutters for you. He swipes the green button over and answers. 

"Mistress, where are you? Come get me. Listen, I lied earlier in-" 

An unfamiliar voice interrupts his excitement. He expected you to be on the other end. 

"I know you've been fucking Y/n. So, let's cut to the chase."

"Who are you?" Wooyoung searches his brain, trying to figure out who this deep voice belongs. But, it's not registering. 

"Let's not worry about that."

"Listen, where is Y/n? I need to speak to her."

"Aww, you are in love with her."

"Just let me speak to her."

"It's funny how she has you wrapped around her finger, and you have no idea who she really is."

"I do know her. Now, tell me where she is."

"That would be too easy. You think you're getting your fairytale story?"

"No, seriously. Who is this?"

"We will see you very soon. Meet us on Treasure St. at the abandoned warehouse. Alone."

"What time?"

"Thirty minutes. We don't like to waste time."

***

You peep out the window from the second floor and see that Wooyoung is here with fifteen minutes to spare. You aren't sure if he will be down after discovering everything. 

But, if he showed up after what happened earlier, maybe you two can move forward. 

"I guess he does love you," My former leader whispers, and we watch him enter the building.  

"I love him, too."

"You know how I feel about distractions."

"He's not a distraction."

The door opens, and one of your former leader's guards pushes him into the room. Your eyes sparkle when you see the love of your life.

Wooyoung races over to you but stops when he sees who is standing beside you. 

"Y/n? What the fuck?" Wooyoung's jaw drops, and his eyes peer from you to your former leader. It's a complicated situation. 

"I know. I know. It's fucked up. I have a lot to explain," you attempt to soothe things over. You move over to Wooyoung and stand in front of you. 

"I will leave you two to talk. I'll be in the car waiting, Y/n," my former leader says and heads out the door. 

"Why are you here with him?" Wooyoung's right leg is tapping, and you already know he's upset. You move closer to him and hold his waist. 

"Baby, please. I need you to calm down."

"No, you put a gun to my head today, and now you're here with him. What's going on?"

"No, he's my brother," you groan. 

"Bangchan, is your brother?" Wooyoung covers his mouth, and his eyes widen at your revelation. 

"Yes."

"So, you were going to set up your brother?"

"Yeah. I knew he didn't care about the corners, so that it wouldn't matter. It was just to get Gangteez to build trust with me."

"And the gun thing?"

"I wasn't going to pull it. I'm sorry for that, but I knew San wouldn't kill you. I was trying to protect myself."

"Wait, Mistress. So, you've been lying to me.. hell, you've been lying to Hongjoong."

"My brother wanted me to get closer to Hongjoong to take him out. I fell in love with him. Then I cut my brother off. But, today is the first time I've talked to him in years. I legit thought San was going to kill me."

"So, why am I here? Because I'm not working for Bangchan."

"My brother is going to get us out of the country. We can start over."

"You are related to our enemy, and you want me to breeze past that?"

"Listen, either you want to be with me, or you don't."

"I want to be with you."

"So, be with me. Why did you say you were using me."

"I lied. You know, I just said that to mislead San. He doesn't understand what we have. Plus, I thought he would have killed us both. You know he's crazy."

"Exactly. So, let's leave together. No telling how much Hongjoong knows, and I have no way of finding out."

"Y/n. This is a lot. So, you expect me to leave Gangteez after finding all this out."

"Yeah, you said you would. Were you lying?"

"Before I found out what you did. We've only known each other for three months, and you want me to abandon my brothers for you. After you lied."

"Jung Wooyoung. I'm not a perfect person, and neither are you. We're both criminals. What can you expect?" You caress his face. 

"Are you playing with my head?"

"No, I want to start a future with you. Have your baby. Start fresh and leave the drug game behind. This is our chance."

"You want to have a baby with me?"

"Yes. I want a fresh start. I'm in love with you."

"This isn't a setup or anything, right?"

"I promise it's not. You know we can't be together here because Hongjoong will have us killed."

"Let's go," Wooyoung declares, and your heart melts hearing there he wants to be with you.

***

Wooyoung looks down at you as he sits on the bed. He stares out of the window as you two coast through the clouds. You are both on the way to your new life. A new beginning and leaving everything behind. 

Wooyoung's back arches when your lips connect with his inner thigh. He strokes your hair and runs his finger across your bott9omlip. Your eyes are full of lust, and he can't help but feel special. 

You are the woman of his dreams. You are beautiful, your melanin always glows in the sunlight, you're bossy as fuck, and you dominate him exactly the way he needs. 

"Wooyoung, you're mine forever," you whisper against his thigh and run your tongue along the intimate place your lips just touched. 

"You're so damn bad, Mistress. I'm so addicted to you," Wooyoung moans out when you cover his length. 

You take him all in, and you want him to relax. The last eight hours have been nothing but chaos, and he deserves to chill after sacrificing everything to run off with you. 

"God, I love you," Wooyoung's moans fill the room of your current bedroom. 

His cute moans and shaky breaths tell you everything you need to hear.  

Wooyoung comes for you, and you swallow everything.

The plane lands, and your car awaits you to take you to your hotel. 

You grab Wooyoung's hand, and you grin at him. "We're home, baby."

You get to settle in your hotel. Thankfully, you have clothes for you and Wooyoung in there. But, other than that, you don't have much. 

"So, how much money do we have?"

"A half a million. But, don't worry. We can relax for a month and then get regular jobs like regular people to keep a low profile."

Wooyoung is quiet, but you aren't sure why. You look at him sitting on the couch. "What's wrong?"

"I just need to tell San that I'm okay. I know he'll worry about me."

"Baby, we're leaving everyone in the past. If he knows where you are, that puts us both at risk."

"Please, I at least owe him that."

"Okay, go ahead. I'm going to grab a few things from the market downstairs to hold us for a few days.

"Alright."

You head out of the room and downstairs so you can hit the street. Your gun is tucked in your purse. You grab a basket and fill it with paper plates, towels, soap, loungewear, and a few bottles of alcohol. You also grab a few pairs of flip-flops because it's hotter than you expected. 

You see a familiar face, and you freeze in your place. 

"Y/n, long time no talk," he calls and walks over to you. 

"Did Bangchan send you?" You groan at your brother's new sense of wanting to protect you. 

"Of course, he did. You know I must protect my favorite," Changbin tucks a curl behind your ear. 

"I can protect myself," you walk through the store and add more things to your basket. You go up to the counter, and the cashier rings up your items. You can sense Changbin's presence behind you. 

"Awww, you're looking out for your little sub. That's cute," Changbin eyes your items. He grabs your bags for you. 

"I care about him."

"More than you cared about me?" Changbin asks from behind you. 

"It's different."

"You know Bangchan still doesn't know what happened to us," Changbin mentions. 

"Good, it is none of his business."

"Or maybe he did, and that's why he pushed you onto Hongjoong."

"Maybe," you say. You get back to the hotel lobby and walk through it, and head to the elevator. 

"So, how will you introduce me to your boyfriend?"

"As my bodyguard."

You put your key in the door, and Wooyoung sits on the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. 

"Hey, babe. I'm not sure if you know my brother's friend, Changbin," you point to him. 

"You didn't tell me I would have to be around more SKZ members."

"It's not like that. He's my bodyguard for a little bit. My brother wants to make sure we're okay here in Cuba."

"You don't need a bodyguard. You have me," Wooyoung says. 

"I know, baby. It's not my choice," you say. 

"Plus, I speak the language too. So, I'll be able to help y'all get set up with a place and stuff," Changbin says. 

Wooyoung doesn't respond, and you already know that Changbin is bothering him.

You reach into your purse and grab your phone. 

"Put Wooyoung stuff over there on the couch for me, Binnie," you instruct and go to the contact section. 

"No problem, Mommy," Changbin says and puts everything on the table. 

Your eyes gaze over to see if Wooyoung notices anything. Wooyoung's eyes are glued to Changbin, and he's stalking his every moment. 

You ignore Changbin's comment, and you hand him your phone. "Put your number in my phone so that I can reach you."

Changbin types into your phone, and his phone rings. "Now, I can call you, too."

You roll your eyes. "Changbin, leave, please. I need a shower and sleep. Thank you for carrying my bags."

"Call me if you need anything."

Once Changbin is out of the room, Wooyoung looks at you. "You fucked him.. before? Right?" 

"What gave you that impression?"

"Your body language with his."

"Yeah, years ago. It's not a big deal."

"He called you mommy."

"Fine, he was my first sub."

"Will he be a problem?"

"No, we're not like that."

"He still wants you. I felt it. I felt like I was the third person looking in."

You walk over to him, and he gets up off the bed. "Baby, please. I left everything to be with you. I love you."

"As did I. I love you, more."

You grab his towel and pull it off his body. You grab his butt and hold it while you kiss him. You want to reassure him that it's only going to be him. 

"It's okay to have doubts. But, I'm in love with you and you only."

"Can I taste you?" you whisper against his lips. 

Wooyoung nods, and you turn him around. You slap his ass and bend him over the bed. You plant kisses all over his cheeks. 

You love the way his body reacts when you embrace his ass. You realize you have no strap, and no lube. Your mouth waters, and you coat your fingers with saliva, and you finger his ass. 

You still kiss his beautiful round cheeks, and he moans out your name. All you want to do is please him. 

You stick your tongue and flick against his hole a few times and shove your tongue inside of him.  

"You like that, baby?" You ask him. 

"Mhmm.. Yes, mommy."

Mommy? You pull out of him. "I don't like that name," you tell him. "Don't ever call me that again."

"Yes, mistress. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Anything but that."

You return to tongue fucking your lover, and you stroke his dick while you please him. Wooyoung is panting your name. Your hands are stroking his length while you're deep inside him. 

"I love it when you wax for me," you compliment him. 

"Anything for you, Mistress," Wooyoung whines. You stroke his balls and tease his hole. You go back to fingering him, knowing that right now he needs to be fucked hard. 

"Mmmm... yess just like that. Mistress. Feels so good," he says, and his legs quiver underneath you. You know your beautiful lover is going to cum.

"Yess.. cum for me."

Wooyoung's body shakes, and he comes into your hand. You lick it off your hand. Wipe the rest against his lips. He runs his tongue to savor the taste of himself. 

"I'm going to shower," you say. 

You kiss his forehead, and you go into the bathroom. You turn on the water and wait for the shower to heat up. 

You stare into the mirror, and you smile as you brush your teeth. You see a text message from Changbin.

Changbin: I can't stop thinking about you... Can you tie me up like old times and beat me?

You sigh and groan at the text message. Wooyoung comes into the bathroom, and you close the message in a hurry. He kisses you on the left side of your neck. 

"Let's go out to the club tonight. Have a good time?"

"Yeah, that sounds like fun. I'm sure Changbin will have to come."

"I don't care. He will just have to watch us. Plus, I saw in your suitcase that you have your backup strap and a few bottles of lube." Wooyoung wraps his arms around you, and you sway a bit. 

"Yay! I forgot I packed it. I don't know why I thought I didn't. You wanted to get fucked, didn't you?"

"I do," Wooyoung grins. 

"After the club. I got you," you say. 

"Or you could we get a quickie going in the shower," Wooyoung says. "I need you, mistress."

"Fine."

***

You dance in the middle of the floor with Wooyoung, and his hands are glued to your waist. You never get to have these experiences with him. 

Being in public and being close to him is a moment you've craved for months. 

You are grinning and vibing to the music while he's keeping up with you.

"You want another drink, Goddess?" Wooyoung asks. 

"Yeah, rum and coke." 

"Alright, be right back," he shouts behind you. 

You sway to the music, a new pair of hands replace him, and you look down at familiar silver rings. 

"Mommy, I've been bad, and I need to be punished," Changbin whispers.

It's the liquor and the way he's moving his body with yours that has you a bit stuck. 

You snap out of it and pull away from him. The last thing you want to do is hurt Wooyoung. 

"No, I'm with Wooyoung, and you know that," you remind him. "Plus, I don't like being called Mommy anymore."

"What can I call you?"

"My name," you say. 

Changbin pulls you closer to him and sways the song. His muscular hand is on your waist, and you enjoy the music. His touch is starting not to feel foreign to your skin. 

"We can have our old thing again. He won't have to know. Just like how your boyfriend, didn't know?" Changbin jogs your memory of the past. 

You step away from him. "Nah, this is different. I love him," you say. 

"How long until you break his heart? You don't need love. You thrive on lust," Changbin says. 

"You don't know me."

"Of course. I knew you weren't into Hongjoong and only using Wooyoung to get away from him. Why do you always have to create chaos," Changbin tells you.

You step back out of his grasp and shake off whatever spell he's trying to use to pull you in. 

Wooyoung steps in front of Changbin, and kisses you. You are snapped back into your reality. Wooyoung is what you want, and you will not fall for Changbin's bullshit. 

"Here's your drink. You okay?" Wooyoung whisper against your ear and nibbles on it. 

"Yeah, baby. Don't worry."

"Good. What was Changbin talking about?"

"Bullshit."

You sip your drink, and Wooyoung searches your eyes. You can see the worry on his face, and he rolls his eyes. 

"Oh, did you ever talk to San?"

"Yeah, I told him I was good."

"Was he upset?"

"Of course, but he's just happy he's running Gangteez."

"Does Hongjoong know?"

"Nope, he says he's not going to tell him."

"Oh well." 

You go back to dancing to the music and see Changbin dancing with a woman out of the corner of your eye. 

You smile at them because, hopefully, he will meet someone else to take you off his mind. 

Wooyoung turns around and starts twerking on you. You are holding his waist and enjoying him throwing it back on you. He's working his body on you, and you see people watching y'all, but you don't care. 

"Yess, throw that ass, baby," you encourage him. You see someone coming towards you, and you pull him up. 

"You can't do that shit here," A man stutters, and you get in his face. 

"We can do whatever the fuck we want. We're not doing anything wrong," you say. You stand in front of Wooyoung and argue with the drunk stranger.

Changbin comes in between the two of you. He gets in his face and speaks to him in Spanish. You aren't sure what he said, but the man raises his hands and backs away. 

"You good?" Changbin asks you. 

"Yeah, I had him, though." 

"You can't start shit with strangers." 

"No, he was mad because Wooyoung was twerking on me."

"Oh, I thought he was being rude to you." 

"Let's get a shot on me. Come on," Changbin leads the way. You grab Wooyoung's hand, and you two follow him to the bar. 

The bartender places three shots in front of you. You all put your shots together and then down them. Changbin walks up to Wooyoung. He whispers something to him, and Wooyoung smiles. 

You watch them start conversing, and you order two rounds of shots. You hand them shots, and everyone throws back the double shot. 

"I think me and Wooyoung got off to the wrong foot," Changbin says in the circle of you. 

"Right, you definitely did," you say. 

"Well, How about I watch y'all fuck?" Changbin says, and Wooyoung starts laughing so hard that he grabs his stomach.

"Don't fall for it, Wooyoung. He's not joking," you say. 

"He told me you used to step all over him. We never do that," Wooyoung says. 

Your world feels like it's turning upside down. You don't need them bonding over sexual experiences. 

"That's because I'm in love with you, and I'm gentle with you," You grab his shirt, and you pull him into a kiss. You get into each other for a couple of moments. 

"Oh, you're gentle now? That's shocking," Changbin says, and you pull away from Wooyoung. 

"Love makes you do crazy shit," You say, and see a bit of shock on Changbin's face, but he quickly smirks. 

"I was once her side dude, too," Changbin announces, and you groan internally. You suck your teeth. 

"So, why didn't you end up together?" Wooyoung asks.

"She disappeared, and a few weeks later, I saw her at the club on the arm of Hongjoong," Changbin says. 

"Damn, that's crazy," Wooyoung says.

"Everything happens for a reason. It's no hard feelings, though," Changbin says. 

You step away and order another round of shots. Things feel weird between you and Changbin. You can't tell if he's trying to fuck you, or he wants to kill you. 

"Mistress," Wooyoung grabs your hand and kisses it. He can tell when you are uncomfortable. He noticed how your body tensed up each time Changbin spoke. 

He's not worried about Changbin at all. Even if you decide you want to fuck him, he knows it won't mean anything. 

You didn't fight for Changbin, nor did you try to get with him after. So, Wooyoung knows deep down inside that you are only serious about him.

"You want to leave?" Wooyoung asks you and kisses the inside of your hand. 

He doesn't want you to be uncomfortable. He thought he would talk to Changbin since he's forced to be around him. 

"No," you shake your head and hand him a shot. He hands it to Changbin, and Changbin heads off into the crowd. 

"You probably think I'm a fucked-up person," you turn around and face him. 

"No, we're criminals remember?" Wooyoung grins, and you both start giggling at his comment. You needed that joke because you were close to breaking down in the club. 

"Right. Changbin is in the past."

"Well, he said he's only going to be here for a month. So, if you want to fuck him to get it out your system, I'm cool with it," Wooyoung holds your waist. 

"Not you being a cuck."

"I'm not, but we're criminals remember? We don't follow society's rules."

"True. But, I'm not thinking about him right now. I just want to get settled into our new life."

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know."

You kiss his forehead. "You're precious. Let's go back to the hotel."

***

You wake up, and you see that Wooyoung is gone. A wave of panic runs through you, and you run into the bathroom. You call his phone, but it goes straight to voicemail. 

The door opens, and Wooyoung's laughter hits your ears. "See you later, bro."

"Where did you go?"

"Changbin and I went to the gym. His body is crazy. I'm trying to get like him."

"But, I love your body the way it is." You hug him and kiss him. 

"I know, but the gym was nice. Plus, we got to talk. I told him how I called you Mommy, and you flipped on me."

"I don't know how I feel about y'all talking about your sexual experiences with me."

"It feels good, you know. To hear another man who is comfortable in sexuality talk about being submissive. I couldn't share this with anyone in Gangteez. But, if you want me to stop, I will."

You hear a knock at the door, and you walk over to it. You look through the peephole, and you don't see anyone. You look down at the note. 

You grab it and close the door. 

I will see you soon, princess. 

Shit, no one else calls you princess, so you already know Hongjoong is coming to. So, who double-crossed you? You look at Wooyoung. 

"Hongjoong is coming," you say. 

"Fuck," Wooyoung replies.

Part 4

[nirvanawrites111]

Ummm Hwa with a grill?? Baby listen i need me a lil hood gangteez fic / smutty oneshot with a black reader in mind. Where the black atinys at?? Also, MDNI pls and thank you.

[nirvanawrites111]

May I Have Your Attention Please Part 2

(Sub!Seonghwa x Reader, Sub!Hongjoong x Reader)

Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader, Hongjoong x Reader

Fem Reader, She/her pronouns

Word Count: 2749

Tw: Spanking Hwa receiving, mention of drug dealing/Gangteez life, mentions of killing, thinking about killing hwa, but trust me you won’t.

oral (fem receiving)

Part 1 Here

Smut below the cut!

A/n: Also I start writing this after I published Part 1 last night. So, shoutout to Anon for your suggestion. I think this is becoming a series. Lets see how my ADHD works lol

“It’s been a few weeks since we last saw each other. How’s everything going?” Seonghwa asks you, taking a sip of his martini.

You scan his body language and he has some nerve to try to be all concerned and formal like he’s not a damn snitch.

You know the street code anyone who crosses you got to go. You reach into your purse and grip the cool metal inside of your bag. You could kill so quick and clean up the body without hesitation.

“I want to know how you know Hongjoong?” You skip the pleasantries and small talk about your life. You need to know why he decided to have such loose lips around him.

“Oh.” Seonghwa talks another sip of his drink, but this time he finishes the entire glass and places it in front of him. He toys with his ring on his finger and avoids eye contact with me.

“Eyes on me, Hwa.” Your tone is solid and firm. This isn’t the time to go soft on him.

Thankfully, you are in a private dining room in a fancy restaurant. The many perks of domming a billionaire. Money and access aren’t an issue.

Seonghwa’s eyes flicker up to you and he visibly swallows hard. “A childhood friend. Why do you bring him up?”

“Cut the bullshit. Hongjoong seemed to be aware of our arrangement.”

Seonghwa’s fingers stroke the flute of his martini glass. “We were drinking and it slipped out.”

“How did it come up?”

“I don’t know. He asked me if I was seeing anyone, and I told him about you. Which led to me sharing how you dominate me. I shouldn’t have spilled that information. Y/n, I’m really sorry.”

You let go of the trigger and release your gun from my hand.

Seonghwa is the least bit wiser of your consideration of killing him.

As you recline comfortably in your plush chair, you observe the person before you, their body language speaking volumes. It becomes evident that a tinge of remorse tugs at their demeanor, seemingly regretful for the words that flowed unchecked from their lips moments ago.

Seonghwa’s eyes, once brimming with confidence, now betray a subtle hint of contrition, as if they wish they could retract the spoken utterances.

A flicker of vulnerability dances across their face, accentuated by a slight downturn at the corners of their mouth.

Plus, you enjoy being with Seonghwa and if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t had Hongjoong curious about you. Which you still can’t get that thought out of your head.

Your night with Hongjoong was intense. You can still see him naked on that hotel bed. The way he looked all innocent and shy while you were pounding his ass.

Your business is afloat again and you have product moving on the streets as you speak. You don’t have to worry about losing anymore money.

Sure, you could have asked Seonghwa for the money. But, you don’t like him funding your business. You want to keep him away from this lifestyle as much as possible.

He’s your safe haven outside of the dangerous street life. This isn’t meant for everyone to experience. You want to keep him as pure as possible.

But, you are still not sure why he’s associating with Hongjoong.

“Yes, you’re sorry. But, that was fucked up, Hwa. You know you owe me for that.”

“Yes, goddess. I do. I’ll do anything to make up for it.”

“Or, you’re going to do anything. But, I will let you know how you can repay me.”

“Gladly. It won’t happen again.”

“So, why are you hanging around a drug dealer anyways? You’re not funding his business, right?”

“Of course. You told me to stay away from your lifestyle. We just catch up sometimes. He was the only Korean at my pre-school so we’ve always bonded over that.”

“Hwa stand up and drop your pants.”

You reach into your bag and grab your paddle. There is no way you are going to let him off the hook that easy.

Seonghwa does what you say and assumes the position. He places his hands on the table.

You come behind him. “Hwa, you know we can’t have loose lips like that. If I adhere to street code I would have had to drop you, baby. I don’t want to do that, right?”

You wack his ass with your wooden paddle engraved with “Daddy’s Bitch”.

Seonghwa jolts a bit, but it’s not enough for your liking. You need him to feel it. “Right, I’m sorry.”

You wack him again because you need him to understand the nature of your relationship with you. “You’re sorry, who?”

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“Good, you always learn quick. Listen, I’m going light on you because I have something to do. But, don’t make that mistake again.”

“Yes, daddy.”

You rub his ass and kiss where it’s visibly red. “Now, I know you miss having my tongue in your ass. But, I can’t give that type of affection to a snitch. Right?”

“Yes, daddy. It will not happen again.”

You stand up and toss your paddle into your bag. You toss your purse onto your shoulder. “Listen, I gotta run. But, we will see each other soon.”

“I look forward to it,” Seonghwa speaks and pulls up his pants.

You play it cool and put on your sunglasses. You exit out of the dining room and head for the door. Your driver is waiting for you and he opens the back door for you.

You look at your phone and Hongjoong’s number flash across the screen. You groan at the site of his name coming into your current vision.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Hi, Y/n. I just want to confirm that the product was enough to hold you over. Have you found a distributor yet?”

“My business operations are not any of your concern, Hongjoong.”

“You know I can’t get you out of my head from the other night.”

You always try to act like you are such a tough cookie. But, the truth is you can’t either. There was something so sexy about being with Hongjoong. Sure, you two have always been in competition with each other. But, now things seem different.

You are starting to dip into the personal side of things and it scared the shit out of you.

“Is that so?” You humor him for a bit. You need to see where his head is.

“Yes. Have dinner with me tonight, Y/n.”

No. You cannot get yourself caught up with Kim Hongjoong. Next thing you know you’ll be his weekly eye candy on his arm until he gets tired of you. You know how he gets down.

A different chick on his arm everytime you see him. You like to live discreet. You don’t want anyone knowing who are choose to sleep with. He’s trying to distract you.

“I’m busy, tonight.”

“C’mon, Y/n. I make a mean spaghetti. I know it’s your favorite.”

“Who told you that?”

“Don’t worry about that. Let me make you dinner to thank you for that amazing night.”

“Joong, it was business. That’s it and that’s all.”

“I know. But, this isn’t a date. It’s a business dinner. That’s all.”

“Fine. Where do you live?”

“I’ll come pick you up. I have manners y’know?”

“Okay.”

***

The doorbell rings and you open the door to see Hongjoong standing there with your favorite flowers in hand. His blonde hair is slicked back and he’s wearing an open white dress shirt with lacy see-through sleeves. A Cuban link adorns his neck and his usual jeans are replaced by slacks.

“Hi,” Hongjoong says sweetly and blushes.

“Hi,” you reply. The two of you are staring at each other for a few moments. You can’t believe how good he looks and how much effort he’s put into this.

“Uh, sorry,” Hongjoong snaps out of whatever trace you have him and he shakes head. “These are for you. I got you a vase, too. I didn’t know if you had one.”

“Uh, thank you.” You grab the flowers and say, “You can come in.”

Hongjoong follows you into your home and you place the flowers on the living room table. The two of you sit down on your couch.

“I forgot to ask did you have any food allergies?”

“Nope. I can eat anything.”

“Good.”

“Well, let’s go back to my place and enjoy that meal I promised you.”

You stand up and you have an urge to straddle him. Slip your tongue into his mouth and make him scream your name. But, you remember this is just a thank you dinner. Nothing more and nothing less.

***

Hongjoong opens the passenger door of his corvette for you. “Your chariot awaits.”

Hongjoong curses himself inside of his head. He glares at you to see if you’ll respond to his comment, but you just laugh at it.

He watches you get in and closes the door behind you. He hops into the driver’s seat and drives off to his place.

The car ride is silent but Hongjoong decides to break the ice.

“So, do you need me to help you find a distributor?”

“I got one, but thanks for the offer.”

“Do you want those corner boys back?”

“Hell no. If they will leave me so easily then they were never loyal to me. Plus, I replaced them anyways.”

“Yeah, I mean that’s the easy part. The hard part is ensure they are loyal.”

“Oh, I know they are loyal. So, I’m not worried.”

Once the two of you arrive at his place he gets out of the car and opens the door for you. Hongjoong helps you out of the car.

“Nice home.”

“I know it’s a lot for a single person.”

“Yeah, I get it. That’s why I enjoy my apartment. But, one day I will get a house once I leave this life.”

“Oh, you want to leave the game?”

“Yeah, I can’t do this forever. I want kids and a partner. What about you?”

Hongjoong had no idea you wanted those things. It doesn’t make it any better than he’s been dreaming about how all those things with you since you took hooked up.

“Uh, the streets is all I know. But, I think for the right person I could give it all up.”

“Exactly. I know you didn’t get this house for just yourself. You’re not scared in here by yourself?” You walk around his place exploring.

For a split second Hongjoong can picture you in this house as if it’s also yours. With little children following behind you.

But, before that he would love to be collared and walked all over his marble floors trailing behind you. The fact that you tower over him doesn’t make it any better.

Hongjoong snaps out of his thoughts and heads to the kitchen. He’s already prepped and washed everything for tonight. He grabs everything out of his fridge and place it on the counter.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“Wine, please.”

Hongjoong grabs it out of the wine chiller and opens it with the automatic open. He grabs two glasses and places it in front of you. You are sitting in a high top chair at the kitchen island.

“Coming right up,” Hongjoong replies.

Hongjoong pours wine into your glass and his. He hands you your glass and you both cling your glasses together. “Cheers to new beginnings,” Hongjoong says.

“Cheers.”

Hongjoong can’t help but admire how beautiful you look tonight. Your hair is in full curls just like the other night with a red lip. Your makeup is light, but still makes a statement to enhance your natural beauty.

You are the perfect one for him. You are beautiful, smart, and one of the biggest drugpins in the game.

So, he doesn’t have to pretend he’s someone he’s not to appeal to you. You can understand him in ways that no one else can understand.

***

Hongjoong begins cooking and you sip more on your wine. You walk around his massive kitchen. You look all how neat and organized everything is.

The two of you have engaged in conversations about the street life, relationships, friendships, food, and so much more. You never realized how deep this man is.

“I like a man that cooks,” You stand next to him at the stove. You are amazed at how he knows his way around the kitchen. Everything is fresh and smells so good. You don’t remember if you’ve ever had a man cook for you.

“I like a woman who is dominant.”

That for whatever reason sends a signal to your center and you want nothing more than to have him again. This attraction to him is foreign, but you can’t deny you are having fun with him.

You hear Hongjoong cut off the burner and you sit on the counter behind him. You lift your dress to your hips and spread your legs.

Hongjoong turns around and immediately freezes in place.

“You want to thank you.. eat my pussy, slut,” You command. You are tired of playing games with him and dancing over the fact that are attracted to him.

Hongjoong doesn’t even blink he charges in between your legs and laps away at your already wet pussy. His desire to please you is so obvious. He lovingly serves you with so much ease and precision.

“Fuck, I’ve waited so long for this,” Hongjoong moans against your cunt and you gush a little. You’ve been trying to hold back all night. But, you knew from the moment he walked into your apartment with the flowers you wanted his head between your legs.

Your hand caresses the back of his head. “Your tongue is so good, Joongie. How would your crew Gangteez feel if they knew that your tongue was deep inside of their enemy? Where is your loyalty, Joongie?”

“With you.. all I want to do is serve and please you,” Hongjoong whimpers and give your clit slow licks.

“Oh, really?” You grab Hongjoong’s hair and pulls him away from your center. The lust has darkened his eyes and your juice all dripping off his lips. He’s so fucking hot like this.

“Yes, I can’t stay away from you. Gangteez doesn’t know what happened and I want to keep it that way.”

“Not even your right hand in command, Mingi?” You question.

“No.” He shakes his head. “My personal life is off limits to them.”

You bury his face back against your pussy and this time he drills his tongue inside of you while he massaging circles against your clit. The combination is enough to make everything around you blurry as fuck. You love how skillful his tongue is.

But, you love that he’s not going around telling anyone about what happened the other night. But, you will fact check with Seonghwa soon enough to ensure he’s really telling the truth.

You work your hips to match his tongue fucking you. You still can’t get over that you have one of the biggest drug dealers in your city between your legs professing their loyalty to you.

It’s a power that makes you feel so empowered. But, truthfully you want nothing more to slide down on his dick and fuck in your favorite position, amazon.

But, you are strategic. You can’t give him all of you so easily and fast. He has to earn in. To be inside of you completely is a privilege. So, you will table that opportunity for another time.

You stroke Hongjoong’s hair while your body shakes on his marble countertops. You wrap your legs around his head.

“Fuck, Joongie. I’m going to come,” you growl.

“Please come for me..mistress.”

You lose it when he whines for the arrival of your release. You give him what he’s asking for and let yourself experience that euphoria that you love chasing.

Hongjoong laps all it up. He cleans you out and you release your legs from around his head. You sit up catching your breath.

“Damn, Joongie. You did such a good job.” He looks even more beautiful with your juices glistening on his face.

You grab his with both hands by his shirt and pull him into a kiss. Your tongue swirl together and you savor the taste of your release on his tongue.

“Will you stay the night?” Hongjoong ask.

“Yes, if you agree to stay away from Seonghwa.”

Part 3

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My Right Hand Man Part 4 (Sub!Wooyoung x Dom!Reader)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Word Count: 2497

Pairing: Sub!Wooyoung x Dom!Reader

Tw: Drinking, mentions of gang activity/drug dealing, mentions of killing, someone gets shot, someone is held at gun point, heavy language

Wooyoung stares at the letters on the screen of the flip phone. His heart races to see this on his phone.

San: You need to kill that bitch and come back home. We can pretend as if none of this happened. Gangteez will gladly welcome you back home.

He's read this message repeatedly for the last thirty days. He knows he should have listened to you and left San in the past, but he couldn't. He loves his brother and his Gangteez family, so he wanted San to know he's safe.

Even though things haven't been easy, he picked you over his family for a reason. You were worth all of the risks. Even if running away meant it could have cost him his life.

Being with you is so much easier. He can fully be himself and indulge in his feminine energy without any judgment or critics of his manhood.

The power dynamics between you and him are everything he could have dreamed of. It's just one single problem, that is complicating things further.

Changbin.

At first, when he met Changbin, his red flags indicator went up immediately. Why would someone from the SKZ gang be here with you? Did someone hire him to take Wooyoung out, or you?

Wooyoung still can't shake the feeling he initially felt when he saw Changbin come into the hotel room with you. He knew from that moment that something had happened between you.

There was something there. A part of him feels something is lingering between the two of you. He can't decipher what it is, how Changbin looks at you when you talk to him, how his voice changes slightly when he speaks to you, or how he's always trying to be close to him. Whatever it is, Wooyoung can't stand it.

Something isn't right.

He doesn't want to assume that you two have been intimate since he's come back into your life. But, could it be possible?

"Changbin, stop making me laugh," You squeal.

Wooyoung slams his cell phone shut and shoves it into his pocket. His eyebrows rise, and he glances over at the kitchen area of the shared apartment among the three of you.

The two-bedroom apartment should be for you and Wooyoung, but somehow Changbin is still here.

You are wearing your favorite leopard lace cami and a pair of Wooyoung's black boxers. You look stunning to him. Your hair is braided and hanging down to your waist.

You have such a beautiful aura; that attracted Wooyoung to you.

But, his stomach drops when he sees Changbin move closer to you and lifts the spoon from the pot. He leans forward to blow on it to cool it off for you.

Wooyoung watches you open your mouth and close your eyes. His face heats up seeing his goddess being so comfortable, giggly, and somewhat intimate in front of him.

"Mmm, Binnie. This taste amazing," You moan just a little bit.

That is enough to send Wooyoung spiraling. He huffs and leaps off the couch. He charges into the kitchen and grabs your hand.

He safely pulls you away from Changbin's presence. You are his goddess, and he doesn't want to share you with him. Regardless of what he voiced to you at the club, he can't do it. 

"Woo? What are you doing, baby?"

Wooyoung sees your once-happy face drop into a concerned frown. It's not what he thought he would experience when he snatched you away from Changbin.

He wants to throw a fit, but decides to choose a softer tone with you. Even though being bratty could turn into something fun.

"Goddess," he stares at you deeply, and holds both of your hands. "We were in the middle of watching a movie. Let's finish it while Changbin finishes dinner."

Wooyoung smiles, and pulls your hands up to his lips. He kisses them gently.

"Okay, baby," you reply.

***

After a hearty dinner, Wooyoung falls asleep in your lap. You gently stroke his hair as you mindlessly stare at the television. You still can't understand why Wooyoung acted so strangely earlier.

"You want to go to the bar?" Changbin asks.

He's next to you on the couch, but there is a space between you.

"No, I'm good. Wooyoung is asleep, and I don't wanna leave him."

"He's a grown man. Actually, I forgot I bought a bottle of tequila. It's in my room. Grab two shot glasses for us."

You pick Wooyoung up and toss him over your shoulder. You head to your shared bedroom and place him in the middle of the bed. You pull the covers over him, and kiss him on the forehead.

"I love you, Woo," you whisper.

You close the bedroom door behind you. You walk back to the kitchen area to retrieve the shot glasses. A few shots of tequila won't hurt.

Changbin brushes against you and places the bottle of tequila on the counter. You look over at him, but he shrugs.

He pours the shots. You both raise them and clash them together. You down your shot, and it stings your throat. You groan at the taste.

"You know we're never getting back together, right?" You inform him. It should be obvious, but you want to be sure he knows where you two stand.

"Who said I wanted you?"

"You have been throwing yourself on me for weeks like a desperate whore. I love being a good obedient whore, but I'm taken."

"Don't flatter yourself. If I wanted, you to be mine again, I could get you back. I don't want to kill Wooyoung in the process."

"No, you can't. Yes, the old me would have already pegged you and had you eat my pussy while my boyfriend was sleeping. But, not this time. I've changed. Wooyoung really does mean a lot to me."

Changbin pours another shot. You two clash your shot glasses together, and you throw back your second shot. The tequila burns your throat a little less, but you know after a few, you won't feel it.

"What is it about him? Is it because you can pick him up and carry him?"

You laugh. "No, he's the love of my life. I can be my true self around him, and he sees me for who I am."

"So, how long do you plan to live like this with him?"

"Like what?" You pour another shot into your glass and toss it back. You walk back into the living room and curl up on the couch.

Changbin follows you and sits down on the other end of the couch.

"I mean, you're a drug dealer. You've been one since you were a teenager. You just gave up the game cold turkey to run away with him. I mean.. eventually, your money will run out."

"Ex-drug dealer. Also, you forgot Wooyoung is an accountant. We're good on money. Trust me."

"Alright. I'm glad you got it all figured out. But, what about Hongjoong? You're going to keep running from him?"

"My brother will handle it."

"Chan isn't going to do that."

"Chan isn't my only brother. You think I would put all my trust into you?"

"Damn, you don't trust me?"

"No. I don't know what your deal is. It's been thirty days, and Hongjoong hasn't sent anyone to kill me."

"What if he didn't have to send anyone? What if the person already lives with you and is waiting for the right time?"

***

"So, Wooyoung ran off with Y/n?" Yeosang glares at San and drops his food.

"Yeah, but I told Hongjoong she left a note. He doesn't know about Wooyoung."

"Fuck. Those two were fucking? I had no idea. We're supposed to be best friends, and he didn't tell me."

"Don't feel bad. He didn't tell me shit either. I found out by following them. Anyways, I'm trying to get him to come home. I have an idea where they went."

"Y/n and Wooyoung? I don't get that dynamic. It's so random. Like, I never got that vibe. I've hung out with a lot with them. They never gave that vibe."

"Apparently, they are into some weird shit. I don't want to think about it. But, I gotta get him back home and away from that bitch. Can you help me?"

"So, Hongjoong has no idea."

"Nope."

"Fuck. This is messy. I need to talk to Wooyoung. I've been calling him. Does he have a new number?"

"Yeah, I'll give it to you."

****

"Mmm.. goddess. You're so warm," Wooyoung says in a half-sleepy tone, and you wrap your arms around his warm body.

You kiss him on his cheek and wrap your arms around his waist. "Not as warm as you. I missed you."

Wooyoung turns around and faces you. You can see his dark eyes with the almost full moon reflecting on his warm melanin. "Goddess.. were you drinking?"

"Yes, I had a few shots with Changbin."

"Oh."

His pause makes you search his face. You are starting to see a bit of jealousy between Changbin and Wooyoung, which you wouldn't understand why Woo would even be bothered. You love this man with all your heart.

"You were sleeping, and I just wanted a few shots."

"I.. never mind."

"No, tell me, baby. What's wrong?"

"I love you and everything, but Changbin has to go. You said you haven't talked to your brother since you've been here. So, how do we know he is supposed to be here?"

"I know. But, we can't take any chances. What has San been saying?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Tell me. I can handle it."

"He says the only way I can return to Gangteez is if I kill you."

"I didn't know you wanted to go back to Gangteez."

"I don't. I just don't know what he'll do."

Bang.

You jump up out of bed and reach into your nightstand and grab your gun. You pull off the safety and run into the living room.  The front door is open, and you squat down.

"Goddess! No, come back!" You hear Wooyoung, but you aren't thinking about that right now.

You hear a car speeding off, but you see Changbin lying in your front yard. You run over to him and get down on your knees.

"Binnie, fuck. Are you okay?" You look at him, and you search for the wound. You lift his shirt and see that his side has been grazed. You take off your Cami and press it against his wound.

"Yeah, I'll be okay. Let's get in the house," Changbin groans.

"Who was that?"

"I don't know."

You help Changbin up, and Wooyoung comes with his gun.

"Woo, help me get Binnie in the house," you yell.

You stand up and help Changbin get up to his feet. You stare back at your apartment and see that Wooyoung is taking his precious time to come over to help.

He gets on the other side of Changbin, and you both get him on the couch. You grab your burner phone.

"No, don't call the police," Changbin lifts his hand.

"What are you talking about? You were shot. You need to go to the hospital."

"No, grab my phone off the table and call Loria. She will handle it for me. She's a doctor that does house calls."

"Binnie, what are you not telling me? No one is going to shoot at us for no reason. Have you been moving weight?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck. Binnie, this is not the life I want anymore, and you are making a decision for Wooyoung and me that we never approved of," You groan. You grab the phone and call Loria.

"Hola?"

You put the phone on speaker and bring it over to Changbin. He begins to communicate in Spanish with the woman, and then they end the call. You close the phone and put it on the coffee table. 

"Why are you moving weight? I take care of all three of us. If you needed money, why didn't you ask me?"

"I'm not yours, remember? That's not your job. Plus, I don't want you to take care of me. I gotta have my own."

"Look, you need to go back to the states. I can't have you dying on me," you say.

"No. I need to be here with you," Changbin shakes his head.

"No, you are going home. I don't know how shit works here and I don't want to get involved with the drug game. I don't speak the language, and I can't depend on you to translate," you reply.

"You don't tell me where I can and can't go. I'm here to protect you. You are fine. I'm the one who got shot."

"You are here to protect me from Hongjoong, not Cuban drug dealers. Why were they shooting at you? Have you been moving weight in this neighborhood?"

"No, closer to the city. But, look, I'll handle it."

You go back into your room and dial Bangchan. You know you only wanted to call him in case of an emergency.

"Yes, sister?" Chan asks.

"Changbin got shot, and he needs to go home."

"Changbin is with you? Why?"

"What do you mean why? He was here the day I came and said you sent him."

"I didn't send him. Actually, we haven't spoken since I sent you there. We actually are beefing right now."

"Why?"

"Because he thought I should have killed Wooyoung instead of helping you get your fairytale life."

"What the fuck?" you nearly drop your phone. Changbin has been in your house for a month, and he's been lying.

You run into the living room. "You've been lying to me this whole time?" You yell.

"What are you talking about now, Y/n?"

"Chan didn't know you were here. You lied to me."

"No, we gotta kill him now," Wooyoung lifts his gun and points it at Changbin.

"Wooyoung is the one who is fucked up. Not me. Wooyoung called San late one night saying how he made a mistake, and he's going to kill you," Changbin confesses.

Your mind is swirling at all the hints you didn't pick up between both of them. Who could you really trust? The doorbell rings, and you go over it.

"Hola, soy Loria. Donde Estas Changbin?" She says. You open the door and allow her to come in. She puts her bag on the floor and starts to communicate with him.

Your thoughts are becoming more irritating. You don't care about Changbin stalking you, but Wooyoung. Is he really regretting your relationship? Would he really kill you?

You grab Wooyoung's hand and lead him to the bedroom. You close the door behind him.

"You got five minutes to tell me everything," you fold your arms.

"Baby, he's not lying," Wooyoung replies.

Your whole world feels like it's being turned upside down. Has everything been a lie with Wooyoung?

Part 5-Final Chapter HERE

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My Right Hand Man Final Part (Wooyoung x Dom!Reader)

Read Part 4

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader

no warnings: Just emotional AF

Word Count: 1286

Your stomach is in knots after hearing Wooyoung's response. Your throat is on fire, and you are on the brink of tears. How could this even be true? Your heart thumps heavily in your chest, and you are trying to wrap your head around everything. 

You find yourself staring into Wooyoung's eyes without words leaving your mouth. You have no one to blame, but yourself for trusting a criminal.

Regardless, of the fact that you are cut from the same cloth as him.

You weren't even supposed to be with Wooyoung. Your brother sent you to take Hongjoong down internally just for you to fall for Hongjoong and cut your Bangchan. Only years later to have to need his help. It's a lot for you to process.

Is this your karma? Do you deserve it?

Not to mention that Changbin is here on his own merit, and he lied to you. Why were you so trusting of him? Is it because you've known Binnie since you were teenagers? Hell, he was your first submissive, after all. So, why do you feel this persistent feeling of betrayal?

"So, you were going to kill me?" You say, nearly choking over your words. Showing emotions has never been your m.o., but you can't help it. Tears form at the corner of your eyes, and your throat is tight.

"Goddess," Wooyoung holds his head down and falls to his knees. He doesn't look up at you, but you hear him weeping.

His reaction to you asking him the question have you thrown for a loop. He encloses himself around your legs, and he continues to sob. You stand there in your favorite part of his boxers and a bra. You didn't even have a chance to put a shirt back on.

"Tell me the truth. That's all I want to know." Tears fall down your face. You can't remember the last time you cried.

"I told San that I would. But, it's not true."

Wooyoung holds his head down, and you can't believe he won't even look at you.

"Look at me," you speak up. Your voice is raw, and you are unsure how things will progress.

"I would never hurt you."

Wooyoung looks back up at you, and you make eye contact with the love of your life. There are so many emotions coming up for you.

"I want to trust you. I really do, but I can't."

"Why don't you trust me?"

"You should have told me from the jump that you were still talking to San. I shouldn't have heard that from Changbin."

"I know, but I didn't want to ruin what we had."

"Changbin could have killed you. I have no idea what he's thinking."

"You are right. I should have. We need to leave. I won't have any more communication with San, and we can go somewhere else off the grid."

You want to run off with him, again. In these last four months, he's become your entire world. He's loved you more than anyone has ever done before.

You loved Wooyoung just as much. But, your gut is tightening when he's speaking. Your heart would run anywhere to be with him. But, your gut is speaking a different language.

You're not sure what's different. But, as much as you love this man. You know there is something that you aren't privy to.

You aren't sure what is different. But, as much as you love this man. You know there is something you don't know.

Wooyoung wouldn't be stupid enough to leave any evidence on his phone. You know that he misses his Gangteez family. Even though he loves you, you aren't them. 

You can't replace the bond he has with his brothers. They are the only family he's ever had since he was a teen. You know his connection with them runs more profound than you'd ever understand.

You know that you had to cross Hongjoong to achieve this freedom, and if Wooyoung finds out what information you gave up to get to Cuba, he won't be able to look at you the same.

"No," you shake your head. You wipe tears from your eyes and take a deep breath. "Please, go be with your family. I can't keep you away from them. It was too selfish for me to do that."

"No, I chose you for a reason. I'm in love with you, Y/n."

"I feel the same way. But, we both know we aren't exactly being truthful with each other. I would rather us just let it go before things get too toxic," you reply.

"What do you mean? What aren't you telling me?"

"I'm breaking up with you," he says almost in a scream, holding you tighter.

But, you push him off you and pull away from his grasp.

"No, goddess. This isn't you. We are meant to be together."

"No, we're not. We got carried away. Fell in love, and because of me letting my guard down, I put us in this predicament."

"Baby, that's not true. We are meant to be. So, let's get our stuff and leave. We can leave Changbin behind and really start over."

"No, please. Just go back home and forget about me," You grab your suitcase and put your things into it. It's killing you inside to leave like this, but you know it's for the best.

"After all we've been through. Are you running out on me? So, you can be with Changbin. You are tired of me, and you want to go back to him. I knew it," you hear him groan from behind you.

"Not even close. Not once did I even allow anything to happen. I respected what we had the entire time. Which, is not even like me."

"You love to toy with me. You want to run again, so I have no choice, but to chase you. Do you get off on creating problems?"

You zip up your suitcase, and you turn around. You walk around him and grab a shirt. You quickly put it on, and you tell him, "I'm not running because I want to. I'm running because I must."

"So, what lies are you hiding this time?"

"I gave Bangchan all of Hongjoong's connects and distributor info. That's how we were able to get into Cuba."

"Why'd you do it? So, he's going to cut off my brother's supply?"

"I don't know. But, I thought you were worth it. But, I guess you proved to me that I blew up my life for nothing."

"You don't mean that. You are in love with me, and you are running because you don't want it to get any deeper. I knew you didn't love Hongjoong when I met you. I've been watching you and how you move."

"Right. I wanted you from the jump. But, I played it cool. I let you come to me when he got locked up."

***

The sunlight hits your window, and you open the back door to get some fresh air.  You breathe in the fresh salty water, and your toes dig into the sand. You sit down on the water's edge and look out to the sea.

It's been over a year since you moved to Italy, but you won't regret it. It's been the best decision you have ever made. You decided you needed to start fresh.

"I love you," your love comes behind you and wraps their body around yours. It feels so good to be with them.

"I love you, too, Woo," you say. He moves in front of you and lies across your lap. He kisses your pregnant belly.

"And, I love our baby Jung, too."

[nirvanawrites111]

These Wooyoung edits making me want to write a smutty bonnie and clyde type fanfic similar to my right hand man but different without the cheating.. you know??? With Woo being a sub of course 😇 i tried writing a woosan x reader gangteez fic but i could only focus on Wooyoung. So.. yeah. I’m obsessed with this beautiful man.

Plus, we need more sub!wooyoung content anyways.. it’s so hard to find.

I just need plot ideas.

MDNI pls and thank you 🫶🏾✨

[nirvanawrites111]

I think I will forever be proud of my sub!wooyoung gangteez short story. I had so many feels writing it.