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giogiobb · 2 months ago

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Off The Radar

Geum Seong-Je x Reader

tags: vulgar language, sadomasochism, smut, shotgunning, smoke play, choking, overstimulation, dacryphilia, scratching, biting, auralism, cream pie, pet names, mildly toxic relationship.

Takes place after the scene in episode 7 where Seong-Je saves Jung-Tae from the union members.

It has been a few days since you heard from Seong-Je, and honestly, it’s not a big surprise that he is off the radar again. However, he always calls you on the third day at the latest. He left you wondering why it was different this time, and the radio silence from him was starting to become troubling.

You sat at your desk, bouncing your leg up and down, anxiously chewing away on your fingernails. Reaching towards your phone, you hurriedly found his number and tried to reach him again. “The number you dialed is not available…” Voicemail, again.

You stood up and started pacing around your room, wondering what to do and how to find him. You weren’t the biggest fan of Na Baek-Jin, but he was your best option at this point.

You went through your contacts and found his number to call him. “Hello?” an uninterested voice came from the other side. “Hi, Baek-Jin. How are you?” You spoke with hesitation. “What do you want from me? Don’t know where Seong-je is?” He asked with annoyance. “Actually, yeah. Can you tell me where he is?” You asked nervously. “Hmm.” He said after a bit of silence and hung up on you.

A minute later, he texted an address. It’s an address to a warehouse that you had never heard of. You quickly thanked him and sneaked out of the house without alerting your parents. Though they wouldn’t even care if they saw you leave.

You ran your way there as it surprisingly wasn’t too far away, and your fear of not seeing him even tonight grew a pit in your stomach, making you rush. You reached there and took a moment to catch your breath before sliding the door open and walking in.

His head shot towards the sound of your foot shuffling in, almost dropping his newly lit cigarette onto the ground. He looked confused and stood up to walk towards you.

You let out a sigh of relief before lunging yourself at him and hugging him with all the strength you could gather. “I missed you. Were you here all this time?” You asked with a hint of worry. “What are you doing here?” He asked in his raspy voice. You let go of him and looked towards his face. Caressing a fresh scar on his face, you smiled softly until you realised that he hadn’t called you for days, for no fucking reason. Slowly, your expression changed from shocked to anger, and before you knew it, you slapped him across the face.

The cigarette in his mouth went flying to the other side of the room. He slowly turned his head to you with his jaw locked in anger. “What the fuck was that for?” He asked sternly. “You haven’t called me for days, what’s wrong with you? You usually send me a text at least.” You shouted at him with annoyance. However, slapping him and shouting at him was the last thing he needed from anybody, especially not from his girlfriend. His pent-up anger was not going to do either of you any good tonight, and he knew it.

He glared at you before reaching his hand to the back of your head and began dragging you towards the couch by your hair to push you onto it. It took you a second to realise that you had fucked up as he scowled towards you before reaching into his pocket and getting a new cigarette. He lit it and took a long drag of smoke from it before sighing.

He bent down to your eye level before gripping both your cheeks using his hand with bloody knuckles. It felt so harsh to the point that your eyes started to tear up in fear. Seong-Je isn’t a bad boyfriend, but he has his moments which make you fear him, and this was one.

He took a slow drag of the cigarette, eyes locked in with yours, and blew the smoke towards your face. You felt yourself start to cough because of it, but his grip on you became stronger until he spoke. “Though you’re my girlfriend, what gives you the right to slap me, huh? You think you’re so tough, princess.” You began squirming in your seat, uncomfortable, scared, and aroused.

A little secret about you is that you love when Seong-Je is terrifying. You love when he speaks to you sternly in his low voice, because you trust him enough to know that he would never truly hurt you. He noticed your squirming before letting go of your face with a harsh enough push to be thrown onto the couch.

You moved up towards the couch when you saw him get on the couch to climb towards you while taking a long drag of smoke. You didn’t know what his next move was and it made you curious. He grabbed your throat and bent down to kiss you roughly. Shotgunning smoke into your mouth, teeth clashing and saliva dripping from the sides. It felt as if you both were fighting for dominance but of course, he easily won and pushed his tongue into your mouth exploring it. You felt the smoke taste in the back of your throat and his glasses dug deep into your cheeks which hurt to the point that you reached towards it and pushed it over his head. He pulled away and reached for the glasses to set it down on the table next to you both before resuming with the kiss. Both your hands were now wrapped around his bloody hand that was on your throat to try and remove it. As the minutes went on, you felt the lack of oxygen in your body.

He finally lets go and you gasp trying to take in as much air as you can into your lungs. He looked at you with a smug smirk on his face as you struggled to breathe. You felt his hands reach towards your shirt and unbutton it slowly. You reached towards his zip-up hoodie and began unzipping it as your hands trembled with desperation.

He took his hoodie off and then pulled your shirt from your arms and tossed it to the side before unbuckling your bra and doing the same to it. You suddenly felt shy when you realised how naked you were compared to him. You tugged his shirt that was under the hoodie indicating that he should take it off. “What, should I be as naked as you now?” He asked teasingly. You nodded shyly, all while hiding your breasts under your arms.

He obliged accordingly, because he wanted you as badly as you wanted him. Maybe even more than you did. He grabbed your arms with one hand and pinned them above your head onto the couch before grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it while licking the other like a hungry animal. You felt yourself become wetter, making you arch your chest towards his face, wanting more. He left little nips and hickeys across your chest and neck before moving to lick your stomach.

He let go of your hands and looked upwards at you before biting the elastic waistband of your shorts to pull it down. Your hand went onto his hand that was still on your chest, and you moved it to your nipple, wanting some more friction to try and relieve how aroused you felt.

He used his other hand to take off both your panties and shorts fully and placed his cigarette on the table next to you both. Afterwards, he settled his hands on your waist, gripping it tightly as he dipped his face down towards your heat, giving it kitten licks just to tease you. Your hand flew towards his hair to try and push his face towards you more, wanting to reach climax. He began licking you more aggressively, mouth covered in your wetness.

You couldn’t help but start rolling your hips against his face and moaning loudly as he stimulated your clit. His one hand reached downwards and circled your entrance before plunging two fingers into you. He began fucking you with his fingers that reached deep inside you. You felt yourself going lightheaded with all the stimulation that was starting to become too much. You indicated this by trying to push his face away from you.

He looked up when you began trying to push him away from you. He began getting more excited feeling you try to fight the pleasure he gave you. His hand easily took both of your hands and locked them into place like before and began kissing you making you taste yourself all while fucking you with his fingers. He felt himself growing a boner in his pants, which was starting to become bothersome because of how aroused he was. Not even seconds after he began kissing you, the climax washed over you aggressively, making you moan into the kiss.

He slowly let go of your hands and lips to examine your fucked-out face that was filled with bliss as you slowly caught your breath. He removed his fingers from you, making you shiver a bit. He then moved to unbuckle his belt and jeans. He took his belt and brought your hands together to restrain it, before flipping you over onto your stomach. “Ass up, beautiful.” He quietly spoke into your ear before biting it. You felt the pain of the bite, making you quickly obey his words.

He gave his cock a few pumps before burying himself in your wetness. He groaned in satisfaction, because believe it or not, he missed you so much, even though he would never say it to your face. You felt so full and was trying to adjust to his size after weeks of not doing it, as you both had been busy even before he went off the radar.

He began a slow pace before fastening, creating a rough rhythm, making you whine and making him moan. He reached over to the cigarette to take long drags of smoke while fucking you. After all, doing it with you was ecstasy to him because he worshiped your body like no other. While he did love you so much, he also loved to see you cry in pain.

An idea popped into his head as he was fucking you, which caught you by surprise. Your eyes widened as you felt hot circles of burn on your butt. It didn’t take you long to realise that he was putting off the cigarette on your butt. You panicked and began fumbling with his belt on your wrists. “What are you doing?” You asked hurriedly, trying to see. He chuckled and said, “What do you think?”

He then tossed the cigarette to the side before licking his hand to calm down your burn marks. You quietly sobbed as he did it because, one, it hurt and two, it felt good at the same time that you felt embarrassed. He noticed that you were crying and couldn’t help but smile. He reached to your hair and pulled your head up from it and took a good look at your face before licking your tears and peppering your face with kisses. You couldn’t help but whimper as you felt loved, how ironic. He whispered in your ear, “You know I love you, right?” You knew very well, after all, he was always loyal to you no matter how he treated you at times.

He always looked after you when you felt down about anything. Whenever a guy would even look at your way or try to approach you, he would be like a guard dog ready to fight them off. He treasured you a little too much to the point that he was scared of how possessive he felt over you. “Yes my love, I know.” You croaked out weakly but happily.

He flipped you over to admire your face while he fucked you deep. He placed a palm of his hand on your lower stomach while holding your waist so he could feel himself fuck you. This pressure pushed you over the edge making you see stars and made him groan.

After a while of doing so, he got rid of his belt on your wrists so you could reach out to him and hug him as he fucked you to reach his climax, but Seong-Je always puts your sexual needs above his and makes you reach it before him.

He kissed you as he held you close, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as your fingernails scratched his back with aggression. He locked his eyes onto yours before giving a few final thrusts which made you both reach the climax together. You couldn’t help but bite his shoulder to mask your moan as he filled you up with his cum. This made him moan and groan a little too loudly than he would’ve preferred, which you loved.

You let go of his shoulder and peppered a few kisses from his shoulder to his face while caressing it. He pulled out of you and laid beside you while breathing heavily and hugging you close to him.

You felt his heart beat loudly against his chest. At this point, you didn’t even care for an explanation as to why he gave you radio silence for longer than you would’ve liked. He was there, and you were in his arms; it was all you needed to feel all the comfort in the world.

hope you guys enjoyed this. ♡

word count: roughly 2260 words

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apcomplexhq · 7 months ago

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✦ Nome do personagem: Choi Junyoung. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Seonghwa - Ateez. ✦ Data de nascimento: 03/04/1998. ✦ Idade: 26 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Carismático, prestativo e sincero. ✦ Defeitos: Reservado, cético e temperamental. ✦ Moradia: Tartaros. ✦ Ocupação: Cabeleireiro na Psique Beauty e universitário. ✦ Bluesky: @TT98CJ ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Junyoung é mais reservado, fala pouco sobre si, mas é bastante receptivo a novas amizades e cumprimenta todos com um sorriso.

Biografia:

Pouco se sabe a respeito de Choi Junyoung além de seu próprio nome e seu talento com tesouras e tinturas. Isso porque o próprio não demonstra esforço algum para falar de si, de sua família e o que levou a se mudar para Acrópolis, e quando questionado sobre, a resposta é sempre a mesma: Queria novos ares. Sua rotina não tem nenhuma grande surpresa, de casa para o trabalho e do trabalho para a universidade, o que pode parecer uma rotina exaustiva para alguns é o paraíso para Junyoung que afirma estar em sua melhor fase e não possui mais o mesmo interesse para baladas e qualquer outra agitação. Ao menos, é disso que ele deseja se convencer e que os outros acreditem.

Seu emprego atual não seria suficiente para manter o padrão de vida que ostenta, cidade grande onde não conhece tanta gente, não possui familiares e ainda assim vive num condomínio luxuoso que não condiz com o bolso modesto de cabeleireiro. Daí surgem os questionamentos de onde vem sua verdadeira fonte de renda e algumas teorias do paradeiro de sua família, se é que estão vivos para lhe dar algum suporte. Mas calma, o jovem não é nenhum criminoso! Ao menos, é o que sua ficha limpa indica.

E deixando todo o mistério de lado, algo que é de conhecimento de quem convive consigo é o seu desejo de fazer do mundo um lugar mais alegre e colorido, que surgiu ainda jovem e só cresceu com o passar do tempo. Sendo assim, decidiu se aprofundar no uso de cores fantasia e cuidados capilares logo após finalizar a escola, pois sempre foi do tipo que fazia arte no próprio cabelo e dos colegas de turma, para a loucura dos pais e de seus professores pela quebra de padrão de conduta. Após cursos e mais cursos na área, finalmente pode se chamar de colorista e começar a ganhar o próprio dinheiro com suas invenções, e isso lhe foi suficiente para alavancar sua carreira, ganhando seu espaço e conexões no ramo, principalmente nas redes sociais onde compartilha seu trabalho. Entretanto, conforme os meses se passavam o sentimento de que algo ainda lhe faltava crescia e não sabia dizer o porquê, nutria um amor imenso por seu trabalho, disso não tinha dúvidas, mas queria eliminar esse incômodo, acabando por recorrer para testes de carreira para ter alguma luz sobre o que fazer. Sabia que nunca deixaria de ser um artista, então quando lhe foi dada a sugestão de lecionar a surpresa foi grande e ao mesmo tempo reveladora e condizente com o que sentia, como se a peça que faltava se encaixasse. Junyoung tinha agora um sonho e metas a cumprir, algo que lhe gerou algumas dores de cabeça e quebras de expectativas alheias quando compartilhou com familiares próximos que seguiria com seu trabalho nada convencional. O filho mais velho não seria nenhum doutor no fim das contas.

Com tanta negatividade o cercando, tirar férias foi a forma que encontrou para esfriar a cabeça e decidir o quê e como se comportaria dali em diante. E para onde mais poderia ir se nunca deixou a Coréia do Sul? Onde poderia relaxar? Só podia pensar em escolhas padrões como Disney, sua criança interior ficaria feliz; Paris, mas sem uma pessoa amada parecia desperdício; e Londres, por nenhum motivo em especial, apenas curiosidade. Porém, acabou sendo influenciado por um dos colegas de trabalho que lhe fez uma sugestão, comentando sobre a própria experiência e como queria repetir a dose. E qual era o lugar tão bem falado que lhe fez tomar uma decisão assim que viu imagens? Bali, claro! Virando seu destino com facilidade, onde passaria duas semanas bancando o turista e tiraria o descanso merecido.

Foi um processo lento se adaptar a ter tempo livre, mas dia após dia de exploração fizeram com que a verdadeira essência de Junyoung viesse à tona, o semblante cansado e desanimado dando vez para uma versão sorridente e sonhadora, pois estava maravilhado e não era para pouco, sequer conseguia se conter e se pegou rabiscando as vistas que mais lhe agradavam, assim como tirou inúmeras fotos para recordar do mar. Um álbum completo de suas aventuras. Quando chegou o momento de retornar, é claro que ficou com aquele gostinho de quero mais, mesmo que agora já tivesse motivação suficiente para seguir a vida. De volta a Busan e ao trabalho, agora também tinha a universidade, pois deu início no curso de Artes Plásticas, inicialmente em segredo até esgotar suas desculpas para motivar seus retornos em altas horas para casa. Novamente se viu desapontado com a falta de apoio, decidindo se mudar e procurar seu próprio canto o quanto antes, uma tarefa árdua apesar de ter as condições financeiras necessárias para um quartinho mequetrefe. A luz no fim do túnel veio quando o mesmo amigo de antes lhe ofereceu a própria casa, grande mas abandonada desde o falecimento da mãe, plantando em sua mente levemente alcoolizada a ideia de se mudar, não apenas de casa, de bairro, mas de cidade. A casa ficava em Seul, a capital que só conhecia por fotos e vídeos. De início a ideia lhe arrancou risadas, afinal estavam bêbados quando a conversa aconteceu, mas conforme o tempo passou e não encontrou um apartamento que o agradasse, a ideia deixou de parecer tão absurda, começando com simples pesquisas sobre moradias até chegarem ao nível de procurar por vagas de empregos e o processo de transferência para uma universidade local. Esse loop durou cerca de um ano, tempo suficiente para que reunisse uma boa quantidade de dinheiro e coragem para enfrentar o desconhecido tão atrativo, deixando sua equipe e todas as mágoas para trás após seu aniversário de 24 anos, abraçando seu recomeço de vida em Seul.

Foram necessários alguns meses para se adaptar, não havia pego a casa do amigo emprestado e estava por conta própria, tendo dias em que chegou perto de se arrepender da loucura cometida, mas o coração do rapaz se acalmou quando se viu retomando o ritmo com os estudos e um emprego fixo surgiu. A questão financeira estava lhe tirando dos eixos, acabando por lhe fazer tomar medidas nada convencionais para conseguir dinheiro, o que poderia ter parado assim que conseguiu o emprego, mas não foi bem o que aconteceu. Atualmente o rapaz se encontra em uma situação confortável, totalmente estabilizado e contente com o que conquistou, o contato com suas amizades do antigo trabalho ainda existe mas com a família… é uma situação mais complicada, o que lhe rouba momentos de reflexão até decidir botar um sorriso no rosto e lutar pelo sucesso de cada dia. Suas redes sociais estão bombando, novos workshops estão sendo planejados, sua agenda no salão está sempre cheia e apesar do vazio que lhe acompanha pela falta de apoio e amor familiar, põe um sorriso no rosto e oferece ao mundo o melhor de si.

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