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whereisten · 2 years

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Cry For Me

“There’s something about Mark Lee.”

Summary: There’s something about that Mark Lee. Everyone praises him for his kindness, for his respectfulness, for his easiness. He never shows anger or distain, no, he’s always—always content. So how does he do it? He’s human like the rest of us, surely he must get angry? You know the truth, you see all sides of him, the nation’s dear Mark Lee.

Pairing: Idol Boyfriend!Mark X female reader

Genre: smutt, hm? Yeah just smut and a cute aftercare moment

Warnings: oh boy..BDSM (Dom Mark, hot wax, spanking, handcuffs, electric shock usage, stick flogger, dacryphilia), impregnation/breeding kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex (be safe tho!), c*eam pie, biting..forgive me for my sins

Word Count: 4.6k

(A/N: bro so like Mark is so sweet and so adorable and I couldn’t help but think “what if he’s actually wild behind close doors?🤔” and well..that’s how this was born! Hope you like it! It’s been a while since I’ve written such descriptive smut but it was fun!

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Mark is a sadistic dacryphiliac. He enjoys taking his anger out on you and watching you cry.

He’s an idol during the day, and most nights he's the sweetest man you know. But there are some nights when he wants to tear you apart. It’s not that the man the world sees is a facade or mask of who he truly is, it’s just that this man is only possible because of the existence of the man he is on those nights when he gets upset with you. It’s give and take.

The best part? You love it, you love every side of Mark. You adore his sweet “I’ll make breakfast for you,” “I’ll carry your bags for you,” “I bought 10 bouquets and this $10,000 watch for you,” “let me cuddle you all day” etc. side. You love crying for him and bringing him to paradise, but most of all, you love being the only one to see all sides of him. The evil look in his eyes that you saw some nights was unseen by the rest of the world and you ate it up.

It’s not like he’d break up with you if you said ‘no’ to his dramatic kink, but the sub in you just wanted to make him happy..by any means. You would watch him work 23 hours a day and still punish himself for not being good enough. You wanted to ease his stress in any way you could, and after one night of riding him until you cried from overstimulation, you both realized that he was more relieved than ever.

Any worries he had disappeared each and every time after.

Tonight is just one one of those typical nights where Mark desperately needs you to do the thing that relieves his stress.

He comes home at 9 PM and throws his bag to the ground.

“Y/n…” he whispers before sitting on the edge of the bed and exhaling.

You’re in the shower so you don’t hear him.

“Y/n!”

“Mark? I’ll be out soon.”

“Need you now!” He runs a hand through his hair and based on his tone you already know he’s in *that* mood.

You quickly rinse yourself off and step out of the shower. “I’m coming!”

You say a little bit more aggressively than you intended. You were just frustrated that you couldn’t enjoy your aromatherapy body wash for a little bit longer.

You walk out in your robe. “What’s wrong? Everything okay?”

Mark chuckles. “It smells good here, I see you lit some candles.”

You smile nervously. “Yeah..it’s for my aromatherapy.”

Mark hums, but still hangs his head low.

“Come here.” He pats the spot beside him on the bed.

You sit down and turn to hug him. He embraces you quickly and caresses the nape of your neck with his finger tips.

When you pull away, he stares into your eyes and rubs his thumb along your chin.

He knits his brows. ““My” aromatherapy? How selfish of you…what about me? Are you gonna do anything for me?”

He pouts and your eyes widen.

“I-uh- yes of course it’s for us both, that’s why I put them in the bedroom.”

“On your knees.” He frowns.

You instantly get up and kneel before him like he demanded.

“Remember the safe word?” He asks as he stands up and caresses your hair, and then the side of your face.

“Yes.”

“Back straight, don’t you dare change that pose.”

He smiles softly then walks past you to take a shower. He then makes himself something to eat and sits on the couch while watching T.V.

Your knees and back grow tired as you listen to what sounds to be a Twilight movie.

How long would this take? Couldn’t be any longer than two hours, right? But then once the movie is over, Mark makes himself some popcorn and watches another movie.

Your body starts to shake as hours go by, you aren’t sure how much longer you can go.

“M-Mark?” You call out his name to see if he’s still awake.

When you don’t receive a reply, you relax your body a bit and slouch over. You start to doze off finally.

Then suddenly, Mark snatches your head back. “Can’t a whore like you listen to basic instructions?” he says huskily.

“I’m so sorry! Please forgive me! I got tired! It’s been so long!” You whine.

“Get up.” He lets your hair go and sits on the edge of the bed again.

It takes you some time to shake off the numbness in your legs, but you manage to stand up.

“Take your robe off.”

He opens your nightstand and takes out a pair of electrified handcuffs..oh yeah, the sweet Mark Lee certainly had his sadistic ways.

These were created to deliver moderate shocks to you any time you tried to break out of them.

You put your hands in front of you to let him put them on like he’s done for so many nights.

He locks his deep brown eyes with yours. There was something funny about how he maintained his large, innocent eyes while doing such a scandalous thing. The puppy-like expression seen across the world daily is still seen by you now after you’ve kneeled on the hardwood floor for nearly 3 hours just for him.

He pats his thigh and you lay across him in just his boxers with your ass up. He loved that you always knew what he meant. You were such an obedient girl.

“Let’s see how wet you are.”

Without warning, he jabs two fingers into your pussy. You close your legs tightly and cry out.

He places his other hand into the small of your back to hold you down. “Stop fucking squirming.”

He pulls his fingers out and licks them while moaning. “Ahh such a good whore..I think I can still taste my cum from the last time I graced this pussy.”

He puts them in again, deep enough to make you tremble. “Mark! Please! I’ve been a good girl.”

Mark shakes his head. “We’re just getting started, save it.”

He moves his fingers in and out continuously, brushing his thumb against your clit every so often just to feel you clench. You can feel every ridge and the knuckles of his slender fingers. You moan and try to keep yourself from moving your wrists too much.

“Ass up, my arm is tired.”

You kneel over his lap and hold yourself up on your elbows.

“Ride them”

You push yourself forward and backward to ride his fingers and it feels too good. Your moans start to get louder, you can’t control your clenching. It didn’t bother you that your body was sore from staying in one position for hours. You just want to cum on his wonderful fingers. You close your eyes and start to chant “yes.” over and over as you approach your climax.

You don’t notice that Mark has picked up the burning candle on the nightstand. Just as you’re about to cum, Mark pours the wax on your back, causing you to cry out in pain and try to pull out of your handcuffs. Electric jolts are sent through your body instantly and the sensations are all too much to bear.

Mark smirks to himself as he watches you struggle. He wraps an arm underneath you and holds your body still over his lap.

“Mark! Fuck!” You pant as the pain starts to subside.

“You would’ve seen that coming if you weren’t getting off on my fingers like that.”

He says lowly. He holds your face in one hand, pushing his fingers and thumb into your cheeks as he watches your eyes fill with tears.

“Now, go get the mirror.” The “innocent” boy nods.

You stand up on your shaky legs once again and manage to push your standing mirror on wheels over to the edge of the bed.

Mark wraps his arm around your waist and brings you to his lap.

He looks at you through the mirror with a dark, sinister expression.

“Open.”

You spread your legs so that one leg is over his lap and he holds you in his arm. You bend your bound arms and bring your hands to your chest so you can both see.

“Look at that wet cunt..I bet you want me to fill it up right?”

He pinches your nipple, causing you to yelp.

You sniffle. “Y-yes.”

With his other hand, he takes a stick flogger from the nightstand drawer and starts to drag it up your thigh.

You fidget.

“Wanna walk around swollen with my babies? Everyone will know that you’re my whore, is that what you want?”

He teases your entrance with the tip of the flogger as he whispers in your ear. He nibbles on your neck then delivers a sharp slap to your clit.

You yelp.

“Huh?” He slaps you again, this time, leaving the leather tip on your clit and moving it in circles.

“Mhm.” You close your eyes tightly at the mix of plain and pleasure you’re receiving.

“Open your mouth slut. Do you want me to fill you up?” The question is followed by another slap.

“Yes! Ah!”

Mark chuckles. “That’s what I thought.”

He places the flogger down. And fingers you while staring at your body in the mirror.

“Gonna watch you take my fingers first. Then, I’ll know if you deserve it.”

“Please..Mark, I do.” You whimper.

“What are you begging for?”

He pumps his fingers in and out, curling the tips into your sweet spot and you can’t help but moan at how sexy he looks with his disheveled hair.

“I’m talking to you, whore.” He pushes his fingers in even deeper, making your body rise up in an effort to get away.

“Don’t run away..a slut like you is used to this.”

“Please..give me your cock, Mark, I’m ready for it.”

“Oh yeah? Don’t cum then, only cum when my cock is in you, okay?”

And this would’ve been possible had Mark not started massaging your clit with his other hand.

His digits draw deep circles as his fingers move in and out. You shut your eyes tightly, for the sight only pushed you closer to the orgasm you needed to keep yourself from having.

“Mark!” Your legs start to shake and threaten to close completely.

“Look at me or this will last all night.”

You open your wet eyes and look back at him through the mirror. He’s start to sweat and his chest is heaving.

He can feel you clenching as your beautiful moans grow louder.

He chuckles. “I should’ve known you’d be a bad girl.” His fingers move faster, you feel the bed grow increasingly wet under you. He slides his fingers in and out before spreading your essence across the entrance. He hums to himself when he sees how wet you are.

“Mark..please, I..I need you..”

Your head falls back onto his shoulder and your breaths become shorter, you’re about to cum and then-

Mark stops moving his fingers and pulls on the short chain of your handcuffs. Your wrists move with them, instantly triggering another shock.

You shake and curse.

Mark digs his nails into your side as he holds you still. “A slut like you deserves that.”

“Fuck..oh my god.” You cry.

“Lay down.”

You lay down on the bed and silently thank the heavens for the comfort against your back.

“On your stomach.”

You sigh and turn over.

You hope that he will take you now and bring you both to your long awaited climaxes, but you know that he isn’t ready quite yet. You’d have to do some more crying and begging first.

He slaps your ass hard. Your body jolts in response.

“Going against my orders?”

He spanks you harder.

“That’s not very nice.”

He leans over and grabs the candle again, pouring the wax onto your back once more.

“Mark!” You scream in the bed.

He only grabs your hair and pulls your head back. He bites into your neck.

“Fuck!” You whimper.

He pours hot wax onto your shoulder. He then puts the candle back and resumes spanking your ass. His attacks are harsh and cause tears to finally start flowing down your face.

“Mark..please.” You beg through sniffles.

“What is it you want now?”

He brings your lower half up off of the bed and spanks your clit.

“Baby..please fuck me.”

He flips your body over and spanks your clit again.

“I’m so tired and I need you..” you beg again.

“Is that so?” He spanks you hard. His fingers then dip inside your pussy.

“I’m tired too, you know? Having to practice all fucking day long just to hear that we’re nowhere near ready for our concert in two days…yeah, I guess you could say I’m tired.”

You nod. “I’m sorry, Mark.”

“But it’s okay, that’s what you’re here for, right? Just let me play with you and it will all be okay. I’m making you cry and beg like a good little slut.”

You nod again. “Yes, I want to make you feel good. Please..I’m ready.”

Mark laughs to himself and he continues to pump his fingers in between your walls. “Silly girl, I don’t need to put my dick in you to feel good. I feel great right now.”

He lowers his face to your pussy and breathes against it.

“When you’re a mess like this, you’ve already made me feel amazing.”

He licks a long stripe along your entrance before burying his nose onto your clit. He fixes your legs over his shoulders by bending them at the knees.

Your head falls back into the pillow as your stomach sinks.

Only you knew that the talents of Mark’s mouth extended beyond his rapping and singing abilities. His lips and tongue made you dizzy every time.

And tonight was no exception. He lapped up the juices that leaked out of you earlier like he needed it to survive.

He moaned against you, sending vibrations through your core. He moved his tongue in circular fast motions before sucking your clit. His soft plump lips kissed your skin with haste.

It didn’t take long for you to cum all over his mouth.

You cried out his name as he kept going, his tongue never stopped its rhythmic pace. It was constant and left you feeling open and raw, but in need of more. He didn’t even have to add his fingers, his tongue and lips were enough.

“Cum for me again, slut.”

And you did. You shut your eyes tightly and arched your back.

Mark tapped your clit with his finger tips relentlessly now while licking your entrance. The attack was too much. You were overly sensitive and so dizzy you forgot about the handcuffs. You reached down to push his head away, but ended up receiving an intense shock. Your body twisted on the bed, but Mark was unfazed.

“Mark!” You called out loudly, not caring if the neighbors, i.e the other members, heard you.

He tugged your skin in between his teeth.

“Stop making so much noise..or do you want me to fuck you on the balcony for everyone to hear?”

You clenched and moaned at his threat.

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you? I’ll breed you up nicely right in front of everyone.” He chuckled. He continued to tap onto your clit while looking up at you through hooded eyes.

“Baby..please…I can’t...it’s too much.”

“Yeah you can..one more..for me..”

His tongue goes in even deeper and your eyes begin to roll in the back of your head.

To Mark’s satisfaction, you squirt this time while he continues to tap.

“Good girl.”

You’re so sensitive, you cry and carefully bring your hands up to your face to try to hide it.

He kneels and licks his lips before chuckling.

“No no no..don’t hide your pretty face from me. As a matter of fact, I want you to see it too. On your knees.”

You get on your trembling knees and position yourself in front of the mirror.

He approaches you from behind, sneaking his hand from your warm butt cheek all the way up to your hair. He grabs a fistful of it and pushes you down into the bed.

He brings your ass up as he kneels behind you. You can feel his hard cock against your thigh and swallow hard.

“Look at me.”

You lift your head up and look at his handsome face through the mirror.

You lock eyes as he pushes into you slowly, so slowly you struggle to keep your eyes open and head straight.

You arch your back in an attempt to get more from his length, but it doesn’t work. If he keeps going at this painful speed, you’re bound to end up crying.

“My little whore is getting all nice and stretched out. It’s still so tight..fuck.” He says with a low tone that you loved. You clench and he pulls out immediately and spanks you hard for it.

You fall into the bed, but resume your position right away.

“Not yet..you’re greedy.”

You look up to see his lips slightly parted while his chest rises and falls slowly. The intense glare told you if you did that again, you’d surely regret it.

“I’m sorry.”

Mark smirks and continues to bring your body onto his dick slowly. You were always so beautiful from every angle, but this position was one of his favorites.

He could stare at your smooth back and ass, and the way it took him in like it was nothing, he could grab your hair and hear you whimper as you took his back shots, and he could watch your weepy eyes through the mirror as you begged for him over and over with just his name on your mind.

A part of him did like the idea of people, or more specifically, the other members watching him fuck you like this. They had no idea he could get this rough, and based on your usual sassy attitude, they had no idea you could be so obedient and desperate for him.

He nearly cums from the thought of them watching you cry and push him away as he forced his offspring into you.

You wondered how he was able to hold himself back after all this time, but Mark was a talented man. There truly was no limit to what he could do.

You still look at him through the mirror but your eyes start to grow tired and he notices.

“Count how many times I push into you..”

You nod. “One..”

He pulls out after a few seconds, and you’re about to say ‘two’ but he takes his time.

He chuckles as he watches you bite your bottom lip and furrow your brows. “So anxious..relax.”

“Two.” You whine as you feel every vein and ridge on his length. The curve and girth alone made you see stars.

You continue until you get to Ten and it feels like it’s taken you 8 minutes to get there and while it may not sound like a long time, it was definitely painful.

“M-Mark..faster please..” you can feel your core throbbing and pleading for satisfaction again.

“Okay..”

And Mark does go faster but he goes harder as well, finger tips digging into your hips as he drives into the depths of your pussy with each thrust.

“15! 16! 17!” You cry out.

He leans over you and behinds to fuck into your body doggie style. He reaches around and presses two fingers into your clit again.

“Fuck! I wanna cum with you, baby.”

You watch him as he smirks, for he knows that you were much further along than he was.

He pulls your body up in front of his so you can see his fingers working on your clit in the mirror.

His thrusts stop as you begin to ride him on your own. You go forward slightly and anchor yourself on your palms as you let your body take his cock at its own tempo. Your mouth falls open as you pant.

“You’re so fucking desperate for my seed huh?” He whispers into your ear, his fingertips draw smaller circles with more pressure.

“Yes! Yes, Mark! I’m gonna-l”

He pinches your nipple hard as you cum. You cry out while trying to pick yourself up from his dick but he continues to thrust into you fast.

“Have you lost count?” He says calmly.

“I’m sorry..l” you sob.

“Don’t apologize, we’ll just start over.”

And so you did. Mark made you lie down again, this time with you staring at your face upside down in the mirror as he ate you out.

You came over and over, despite trying to push his head away. He sucks and tugs on your clit to drive you insane.

“One more time..” he’d say after every orgasm you had. “You were so greedy earlier, I just wanna make sure you get enough.” But really, it was like he was the one that couldn’t get enough.

“Mark please, I can’t..Can’t take any more.”

He pauses his attack and lifts himself up over your face while licking his red and swollen lips. He smirks and suddenly pulls on your handcuffs.

A high pitched noise leaves you and your back arches when you feel the jolt of pain.

“Go ahead and cry, you know it makes me cum faster.”

He goes back to licking every part of your pussy like his life depends on it.

You cried for nearly 10 minutes after. Your knees and arms grew tired.

“M-Mark..” you barely croaked out.

“Mmm so good.. I guess I should fuck you now.” He wipes his mouth with his arm and brings a leg over his shoulder while kneeling.

He entered you once again. This time, your body moved limply on the bed. You had no more energy to call out his name. You cried from sensitivity for too long. All you knew was that it felt good to have him inside you. He was the perfect fit.

“Fuck…” he moans at the sight of you fucked out and in tears.

He thrusts into you harder and watches your breasts move with satisfaction.

He leans down to bite a nipple. “Your breasts are gonna be so swollen.”

“Ahh!” You moan.

He starts to go faster and you lean forward with both hands in handcuffs still to run your fingers along his abs and pelvis. His thrusts start to become painfully rough. He stretches you out even more and you aren’t sure if you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

“Slower..baby..please.” You whine.

He shakes his head. Mark goes in and out of you forcefully as he watches you below him, hypnotizing him with your pretty wet eyes, gorgeous breasts and heaving stomach.

You could only think of his name while you held his eye contact.

He smirks, watching you go silly for him. Your cheeks are completely wet from tears and it makes him ridiculously hot, but to get him to the edge he has to see you cry just one more time. He pulls the chain on the handcuffs and watches you scream.

“Mark!”

Your eyes shut tightly as you shook in pain.

Mark’s eyes widen as he watches tears overflow within seconds and that’s all he needs. You try once more to wiggle away from him, but fail.

“I can’t! C-Can’t!” You whimper through sniffles and shake your head. You’re completely ruined from the shocks and overwhelming pleasure. You clench and moan as your head falls back.

He jams himself into your pussy faster and harder while holding your hip down firm. He shakes his head and growls.

“Take it! Don’t fucking run away from me.”

“M-Mark..please.” Your tears are endless now and he finally releases into you at the sight.

You’re so close to blacking out, but you don’t. You hear Mark’s glorious moans and praises as he cums deep inside you, his tip curving right onto your sweet spot. “Fuck..so good. This pussy is so good. Don’t let anything escape, okay?”

He moves just a few more times to ensure that you’re stuffed with all he has to offer finally. You wanted him to fill you up and in true Mark fashion, he refused to disappoint.

He collapses onto the bed beside you and pants.

“Shit..”

“Fuck..that was good.” you exhale.

He leans over and takes the handcuffs off. He throws them to the floor, then brings your face to his and kisses you deeply.

“You did so well, thank you.” He whispers while wiping your tears.

“You’re amazing, Mark. I love you.”

You manage to utter even though your voice is almost gone after yelling his name all night.

He kisses your forehead and leans over you on his elbow. “I love you too. How are you feeling? Did I go too hard?”

You laugh and shake your head. “Nah..I could’ve said the safe word, but I didn’t need to. You’re so hot when you get like this.”

He smirks. “Can’t believe you like this..you’re just as twisted as I am.”

You both laugh. “Well, I don’t know about that.. but you’ve been getting pretty brave with the baby thing.”

He gets up and grabs a washcloth. He takes his time and wipes you up with it. “Mhmm..and you get wetter every time…” the corner of his mouth pulls up into a sly smile.

You chuckle and relax your head into the pillow as he cleans you . “Just let me know when you’re ready and I’ll get off the pill..let’s see if you’re still excited to say all that.”

“Of course, baby, I mean it, you know that.” He kisses your ear and goes back to the bathroom.

“So about what you said earlier…did the manager say you’re not ready?”

Mark sighs when he walks back in. “Yeah..”

“It’ll be okay, Mark. You guys have been working hard for months.”

“Yeah I’m just disappointed in myself. I know I can do better.”

“What on earth are you talking about? You’re amazing at what you do. Years of experience doesn’t just go away for one night, you got this.” You caress the side of his face.

He nods. “Thank you.”

“The fans love you! You could go on stage and sing a terrible rendition of My Heart Will Go on and they’d still love you. So don’t worry about it.”

He lays back down beside you as he smiles. “I’m not worried about it anymore..I think I just needed to see you beg for me.”

You laughed out loud. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m just one of hundreds of thousands of fans begging for you.” You look into his eyes and kiss his lips.

“Yeah…I guess you’re right.”

“Ugh..don’t get cocky.” You tease while running your fingers through his hair.

“Let’s go to sleep. We can do some aromatherapy tomorrow together.”

You hug each other, with your head resting on Mark’s chest, and fall asleep soon after.

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whereisten · 1 year

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The Marriage Mission

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Secret Agent! Yuta X Secret Agent!Y/N (afab)

Series Summary: You and Yuta are secret agents that are paired up for a big mission, and despite hating each other's guts, you get married..makes sense, right?

Contains: enemies to lovers shenanigans, fluff, comedy?, violence, gun mention, knife mention, cursing, cheating mention, death mention, alcohol use, smut (mask play? g*n play, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, degradation, unprotected (be safe tho!), thigh riding, impregnation kink, sir kink, toy usage (it's a lot, i know but are we really surprised?).

Word Count: 11K

A/N: this is a short series but it’s definitely one of my favorites!! I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading and supporting us :))) also! Please check out Yuta’s movie High X Low: The Worst X, it was SOOOO GOOOOOD and Yuta is such an amazing actor!! Go support him❤️

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[One Year Later]

You stare at the ring Yuta gave you. You’re about to go on a date with a man you actually like, so why wear it?

“Do you wear it in memory of someone else?” Jungwoo asked you as you had your first outing together at a cafe a few days prior. You looked at the ring with adoration while spinning it around your finger. “Nah..not really.” You said to him while shaking your head.

He laughed. “So take it off then…make space for a new one.” You smirked and looked into his eyes while raising your eyebrows. “Bring the new one first.”

You were only teasing him, but now that you were getting ready to go out again, you decided that you really should move on.

You slide the ring off and place it in your jewelry box on your dresser before leaving your place.

[A Week Later]

Yuta throws his briefcase to the floor and plops down onto his couch. He sighs and lays his head back. He thinks about you and wonders what you’re up to, so as he winds down mentally from work, he decides to open his tracker app and check your movements.

At first everything seems normal, but then he notices that the ring hasn't moved from your apartment for about a week now. He sits up straight as his brows furrow. Did something happen to you? Did you finally take it off? No, you wouldn’t dare do that to him. Were you killed in your apartment? All these thoughts ran through his head, he was imagining the worst scenarios and it made him go crazy in the confinement of his home. He decides to take a short vacation and pay you a visit.

[Two Days Later]

You’re having yet another fantastic date with Jungwoo. He’s charismatic, sweet, and just irresistible. You go out clubbing after dinner and get drunk together. You fall into your apartment while making out, your hands pulling his buttons loose as he grabs your ass through your dress tightly. You're so enraptured with each other, giggling and enjoying the cloud 9 feeling of being drunk and lustful, neither of you notice the man in the corner of the living room.

Yuta flips the light on suddenly, making you both jump and stop kissing.

He crosses his arms and walks closer. “Oh..am I interrupting something?”

Jungwoo is frightened, he immediately starts wiping away your lipstick from his lips and stepping back. “I thought you said you were single?”

You’re frightened too, it’s been so long since you’ve seen Yuta, but he looks exactly the same. Hot and dangerous.

Yuta stands over you, his fiery eyes boring holes into your skull, and you aren’t sure why this feeling of guilt is overwhelming you. “Single?? Oh wow, that’s news to me. Our anniversary was just two weeks ago, wasn’t it, honey?”

You step back and snap out of it. “Yuta! What the hell are you talking about?! You know it was just for the mission!”

“Mission?” Jungwoo asks and your eyes widen, you realize that you almost revealed your true profession to him.

“Wait..that’s not what I-“ you turn to Jungwoo.

“Yeah, honey..the mission of creating a marriage between two high school sweethearts.” Yuta continues to lie while Jungwoo buttons his shirt up. You swallow hard and try desperately not to look as drunk as you feel.

“High-?” Jungwoo asks curiously.

“Oh, she didn’t tell you? She’s had my heart since the first day of junior year.”

You turn to Yuta with a look of disbelief. “What the hell?!”

Jungwoo isn’t sure if Yuta is serious or not but he does know that he looks scary and upset as hell, and that he wants nothing to do with him. “I’ll just leave.”

“Yeah..you should go.” Yuta still stares at you.

You turn back to Jungwoo, walking after him as he opens your front door to leave. “W-wait! No it’s not true! I can explain.”

“Why would you lie about your actual wedding ring? Jesus Christ I’ve gotta go, I should’ve known better!” Jungwoo shakes his head.

“Wait!” You try to stop him, but he slams the door shut.

You turn back to Yuta who only smirks. “I’m..gonna kill you!” You launch after him while holding your hand up. You attempt to slap him but miss because of your drunken state. Yuta grabs your wrist and pulls you close to his chest. “I missed you too…sweetheart.”

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”

“I should say the same to you, I only came all the way here because I was worried about you.”

You walk over to the kitchen to get yourself some water. “I knew I should’ve changed the damn locks after you left.” You burp out loudly to annoy him.

“Wait…Worried about me? After all this time?” You say after realizing what he confessed to you.

“Yeah..the ring stopped moving…you..stopped moving.” He attempts to caress your face, but you brush his hand away as a look of realization crosses your face.

You look to where the ring is now in your bedside drawer.

“You—you’re insane..you put a tracker in the RING?”

He chuckles. “You suck as a spy, I suggest you do something else like become my full time maid.” He sits on the couch and puts his feet up on the center table. “Maybe you’re better at cleaning things up.”

You scoff and grab the gun under your counter. You walk over to the couch and point it at him, he doesn’t feel threatened at all tho. All he can think about is how sexy you look in your tight black dress and how much he wants to kill Jungwoo for putting his hands on your gorgeous ass. “How dare you get comfortable on my couch after telling me you’ve violated my privacy for a year now?! I’m gonna kill you! And I’m serious this time!”

He laughs. “Okay, go ahead. But before you do, I think I deserve to see you in the set I bought first.”

You blink rapidly while trying not to get flustered by how good he looks in his black turtleneck with his long black hair tied back. He smiles while you get angry with him.

“You’re unbelievable!” You yell and stomp to your bedroom, closing the sliding doors loudly.

He rushes to the door and talks against it so you can hear him. “Just tell me you missed me and I’ll go away again”

“Why would I do that?!” You say as you change into your nightgown.

“Because it’s the truth.”

“NO Yuta! The truth is that I can’t believe you’ve tracked me this entire time, I can’t believe I ever trusted you and even worked with you. The truth is I was just getting to know a good man, a man I *actually* liked and now..that’s gone, Yuta. The truth is that we never should’ve met.” You say quietly, but Yuta heard you clearly.

He stays silent, hand falling from the door and to his side.

After a few seconds, you only hear him chuckle. “That’s fair, y/n…you have your boundaries and I overstepped. I’ll end this game now.”

You hear the front door lock and you’re saddened to see him go, you’re even saddened that he didn’t call you ‘sweetheart’ just one last time.

——————

[A Few Months Later]

You’re assigned a solo mission where you visit an art gallery assumed to be involved in money laundering. You wear a baseball cap, sunglasses and a T-shirt to look unsuspecting during your visit.

While looking at some of the pieces you notice the owner, Miah, is not too far away and could possibly answer a few questions for you, you’d just have to listen in to every conversation she has on the phone.

“Yes..that date works for me..maybe we could discuss..” her voice gets lower as she whispers. “That..hotel?”

You lean against a wall as you listen closely. She starts to walk towards her office, you need to get closer

As you make your way towards her, a man suddenly appears dressed nicely in a shirt and tie and glasses. He leans into her and kisses her cheek. “So sorry I’m late sweetheart, I picked up your favorite though! Boba Tea with extra sugar!” You recognize his voice.

“No fucking way..” you whisper to yourself.

He smiles widely and turns to the side, confirming your suspicion. It’s Yuta.

He laughs with her and holds her hand as she gazes up at him. It was strange to see him so incredibly sweet for once.

He looks over at you as they walk away and winks.

Your eyes widen. Why is he on the same mission as you? But more importantly, why do you feel jealous?

You roll your eyes and run to the bathroom to check your messages from Haechan. There were no new updates. Could it be possible that Yuta went rogue and decided to do this on his own? Could she really be his girlfriend?

As you leave the restroom you open the door to find Yuta leaned against the wall.

“Jesus! You can't just hang out outside of a women’s restroom like that.”

“Someone’s a little jealous.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes. “Cut the b.s Yuta, I just wanna know why you’re here?”

“I should be asking you that question.”

You show him your phone. “This is MY assignment.”

He shrugs. “That’s not what it looks like to me.”

You scoff. “It’s right there..the messages from..”

You look back at your phone and see you did in fact receive a new message from HQ:

pull back, target under watch of Agent1111

“What? It was just there, I swear.”

“So you can’t do your work well, you can’t even read texts properly and follow orders. Don’t worry though, a position as my..I mean, our maid is open. I’ll talk to my girlfriend about hiring you.” He winks again.

You kick his shin, causing him to bend over and groan.

“I’ll make sure to be the one responsible for your death one day.”

For the remainder of your visit, you stand by and watch Yuta flirt with the lady, you can’t help but feel so jealous. She’s so googly-eyed over him she doesn’t even notice you hovering around a few feet away. They kiss for what seems to be the 30th time within an hour and you decide you’ve seen enough.

You drive home, unable to watch any more.

Later that night, you take a nap, having set an alarm to wake up and do computer work. But as you sleep, Yuta cooks dinner for you.

It’s not until you smell an exciting airman of garlic and onions that you wake up confused and ready to fight.

You fling your sliding door open while holding a gun and pointing it towards your kitchen. “Who-?!”

Your heart becomes warm when you see Yuta.

You sigh and place the gun down on the counter. “Of course.”

“You sleep a lot for someone who doesn’t do anything beneficial to the company.” He stirs the pot.

He wears a white long sleeve shirt and jeans with his hair tied up now. The muscles of his arms and back show through clearly and you become hot at the sight. You take a seat on the stool facing the kitchen and cross your arms. “How’s your girlfriend?” Is the first thing you ask him so it’s clear to see it’s on your mind.

Yuta laughs. “Good…nicer than you.” But she isn’t prettier, not even close is what he thinks to himself.

“She doesn’t suspect you?”

“Nah..she’s too dickmatized to think about anything else.”

You grimace. “Ew, listen to yourself.”

“You just wouldn’t understand.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Why are you so sweet to her?”

“Does it upset you?” He looks over his shoulder and smiles.

You cross your arms and look away. “Not really…as a matter of fact I’m relieved. I’m not the one that has to pretend to be attracted to you.”

Yuta laughs out. “Pretend? Whew..we got an Oscar award-winning actress here then!”

He places the dish featuring sautéed broccoli and chicken in front of you. “Eat up.”

You pick the fork up and start eating. “Just don’t..call her sweetheart.. it’s corny and..dated.”

Yuta chuckles. “Sureee, but you need to stay out of my way. All you’ll do is mess things up.”

Your mouth falls. “That’s not true! And it’s my choice whether or not I want to see this through to the end.”

He leans over the counter. “It’s not your mission, sweetheart. So stay.out.of.my.way.” He rubs his knuckles into your hair.

Before you can say anything else he leaves.

[Three Days Later]

Yuta should’ve known you well enough by now to know that you don’t listen to any man, let alone him. So you follow Miah around anyway.

You decide to sneak into her house to look for any evidence as her front gate is only open when she is home. Despite being involved in money laundering, she lives in a simple, humble house to avoid any attention from the government. You still disengaged her house cameras through an app before entering though. When you sneak in, you hear quiet whimpers and moans. Could it be…?

You make a face of disgust as the sounds you hear confirm your question. She was definitely getting it in with someone, making it the best (and probably worst) time to look for evidence. You ignore her moans and search her home office for clues.

After about 20 minutes, you can’t find anything and the sounds have now stopped. You needed to get out immediately. You tiptoe past her bedroom door, but can’t help but be curious as to whether or not Yuta is the one she’s with. So you peak through the crack and squint.

But you don’t see anything, you can only hear the shower running.

Suddenly, Yuta pops up behind you, grabbing your wrist and shoving you into the wall beside it. He instantly notices you’ve started wearing the ring again.

“I thought I heard something..” he grumbles.

Your eyes grow in shock. “Y-Yuta?”

He is shirtless with just a towel around his waist. “What the hell are you doing here? I told you to stay away!” He whisper-yells with an angry expression. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?”

“I-I’m trying to help.”

“This isn’t your mission, we aren’t working together on this one, why don’t you understand that!” His hold on your wrist tightens.

For once you genuinely feel scared by Yuta’s expression, you really pissed him off this time. To make things worse, his hair is messy and he smells like women’s perfume. Both his abs and lips are stain with lipstick and its too fucking hot to ignore. Despite being the wrong time, you couldn’t help but remember his kiss and touch the last night you worked together.

He is weakened by your beautiful eyes below him, he wants to scream. He’s only tough on you because he knows you could get hurt by getting so close, but he also hates how worried he is. He needed to distance himself now.

“Y/n..I don’t know what you expect from this. For us to get closer or for me to thank you, but it isn’t going to happen. Go back to the office, pick up a case that easy to handle and do your fucking job. Leave this mission and leave me alone. You’re fucking useless.”

Your mouth falls open as he speaks with genuine disdain, and before you can say anything she calls out for him.

“Yuta! Where are you, baby?”

“Coming!” He responds quickly then looks back at you and swallows hard. “Leave now.”

You nod and hurry out of the house without looking back. The last thing you’d want is for him to see your eyes filling to the brim with tears.

———

[A Few Weeks Later]

You decided to start a new case, but keep your eye on the art gallery one regardless. Was it for the case or for Yuta? You aren’t sure.

The art gallery has a major event in which a new exhibition is revealed, so you get dressed up and join as a spectator.

You wear something calm to blend in with the crowd, a simple black satin dress that falls to your ankles.

The place is bustling with hundreds of visitors, amongst them are government officials, as well as the Miah and Yuta.

But even in a thick crowd, Yuta sees you. You make eye contact for a split second, but you ignore him and continue to walk around and look at the art.

You hoped he’d finish the assignment up quickly so he could go back to Tokyo and stop haunting you. You just couldn’t get over him with him being so close to you.

While staring at a piece, a man walks up beside you. “This piece was inspired by the artist's own psychedelic trips.”

“Oh..wow! That’s interesting.” You look up at him and realize he is quite handsome.

The man looks down at you and gives you a dazzling smile. “I may or may not know him myself.”

You chuckle and the two of you start to talk. He was a sweet guy, deep down you hoped he could eventually give you some intel once you learned more about his connection to the gallery. If he didn’t, however, he was still nice to talk to.

“I can show you some of my personal faves…” the man takes your hand and leads you to another part of the gallery.

Yuta watches from far away, feeling himself grow jealous when you smile and laugh with another man. He looks away and tries to focus on Miah and her conversations with the officials.

A few minutes later however, Yuta can’t seem to find you anywhere. Last time he saw you, you were walking to a more quiet area with the man. He didn’t see where the man placed a cloth over your mouth and snuck you out through the back.

You were tied up and passed out in the back of the “nice” man’s car. He completely caught you off guard as he didn’t seem like the type to truly be involved in all this.

“Yeah..I’ve got her.” The man says over the phone as he drives fast. It’s the last thing you hear before passing out completely.

Nearly an hour later, you’re woken up by the feeling of cold water crashing over your entire body. You scream and jump up, but realize you’re tied to a chair.

“Fuck…” you tremble as you open your eyes.

“Who are you? What agency do you work for and what are you guys planning?” An older man asks you.

You refuse to answer, staying silent as another younger man throws his fist into your stomach.

They ask you the same questions over and over, failing to get you to break the oath you swore to your agency. You put your life on the line to protect everything, it’s what you signed up for. Regardless, you get beat up badly in the process and all you can think is that these are the last moments of your life.

Meanwhile, Yuta starts to worry and struggles to cover it up. He is absent from group conversations and looks around anxiously.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Miah tugs his shirt and asks him.

He quickly looks back at her and gives a small smile. “Oh nothing, I’ll be right back, there’s something I forgot to submit for work. And my buddy just texted me about it. I’m sorry, babe.”

“Oh it’s okay! Go ahead, I’ll see you later.” She waves him off.

Yuta carefully walks back to his car, looking around for anyone watching him. Once he gets in, he opens his tracker app in hopes that you’re still wearing the ring. He is relieved when he sees you are. He heads towards your location, hoping that you are okay.

By the time he gets there, the isolated building is in flames and the men are gone, having left your broken and bruised body to burn to death.

“Y/n!” He runs around looking for any opening he can get through and finally finds one. Glass and wood falls everywhere, but he isn’t new to this. He dodges the debris with ease, ducking and jumping over anything in his way to get to you.

After a few seconds, he finally finds you passed out and tied to the chair. “Y/n!” He shakes your body, but you don’t wake up. You’ve inhaled so much carbon dioxide, you’re unresponsive.

He quickly unties you from the chair and holds you in his arms as he runs outside.

When he gets out, the building explodes, catapulting debris everywhere. He isn’t far enough and a piece of wood pierces your abdomen area as tiny pieces of glass cut his face up. He curses then hurriedly gets you into the back of the car. Your eyes are bruised and your breathing is weak. He notices that a few of your fingers are disfigured and broken, those fuckers really went in on you to get information.

To make matters worse a piece of wood now sticks out causing you to cough up blood. He starts to tear up at the sight. “Hang on tight, baby, I’m gonna get you help, okay?”

You hear Yuta’s voice but it fades away.

“Just stay with me..because if you die I’m gonna kill you.”

Yuta gets you to the underground hospital specifically created for undercover agents.

“Help! We need help right away!” Yuta yells while holding you in his arms as nurses rush towards him with a gurney.

[Two Weeks Later]

You’re still in a coma after being taken care of at the hospital.

Yuta visits you every day in hopes that you’ll wake up. The doctors say you’ll recover from your injuries and wake up in time, but the carbon dioxide inhalation may have done irreparable damage to your brain, so when you’d wake up is unclear to even them, the best of the best.

“You’re the worst spy ever…always getting hurt” Yuta says while standing beside your bed. He feels guilty for not being there fast enough for you. He feels guilty for not watching you more. He wipes his tears away.

“You said you’d be the one to kill me after I see you in that set, don’t fail on your promise, I hate when people do that.” he says, hoping to hear your laugh and see your eyes open as you prepare a snarky response for him.

Haechan knocks in the door and steps in. “Yuta, thank you for your hard work. With the evidence you’ve collected we were able to arrest Miah and others connected. But now it’s time to go, it’s been two weeks, you have other cases to pick up in Tokyo.”

Yuta shakes his head while still watching you. “Can’t..need to make sure she wakes up first…she can’t break her promise.”

Haechan sighs. “These doctors are the best of the best and if they say she will, then she will, don’t worry, she has more than enough help around here. I think you should get back”

Yuta turns to him. “Just a few more days…please..” I just want to see her beautiful eyes, one more time, is what he wants to say, but doesn’t.

Haechan recognizes the look of love anyway, he knows Yuta is the one filling your hospital room with bouquets of flowers every day. He knows he has feelings for you and so, he nods. “Okay…I’ll..talk to your boss over there to get you some more time here..only because you’ve helped us a great deal.”

Yuta bows slightly. “Thank you.”

“When did you start to like her so much?” Haechan raises an eyebrow.

Yuta scoffs. “Like who? Her? I’m just being nice.”

Haechan chuckles. “Yeah..sure.”

[Four Days Later]

Yuta comes to your room as usual but as he is about to turn in, he hears you laughing. He peaks around the corner and sees you smiling, your pretty eyes crinkling at the sides as you talk to the nurse. He smiles to himself. He hands the bouquet of flowers he has in his hands to another nurse headed towards your room. “Please..give these to her for me.”

The nurse smiles at Yuta, who she’s seen everyday since you’ve been there. “Oh! She’s awake now sir, she woke up last night. Would you like to go in and speak with her?”

He shakes his head. “No..I have somewhere to be. Please tell her they all came from Haechan.”

Her smile drops as she looks at the bouquet in confusion. Why wouldn’t he want to talk with you after waiting so long?

Yuta remembers how mean he was to you the last time you spoke. He couldn’t bear to see you again, as the guilt weighed heavy on his heart. He did love you and this proved it, but he couldn’t allow himself to show that to you.

He leaves the hospital and heads home before preparing for his flight.

Haechan goes in to see you the next day. “Y/n, nice to see you smiling again.”

You smile back. “It’s all thanks to you and this dramatic collection of flowers you got me.”

Haechan chuckles. “Actually…that would be Yuta’s doing.”

“Yuta?” Your eyes grow.

“Yeah..he saved you from the building and then visited you every day.”

Your heart trembles.

“W-where’s he now?”

Haechan smiled slightly. “He should be heading back home..to Tokyo today”

You sit in silence as a wave of sadness falls on you.

“Don’t get any ideas! I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you, but it isn’t permitted within the company.” Haechan says, somewhat jokingly.

You scoff and shake off your thoughts. “Between me and that guy? Nah..he’s the worst.”

Haechan nods. “Good.”

But you lied, you felt an attachment to him, maybe you did love him.

[A Few Months Later]

You decided to take a trip to Tokyo to surprise Yuta after your full recovery. There’s just one little problem. You don’t know where he lives.

So you break company policy by overriding the firewalls protecting each agent’s private information. You look Yuta up and successfully get his file, complete with his address, biography, and case history.

You hurriedly write the address down and prepare for your flight.

A week later, you find yourself getting ready to meet Yuta. You admit, you feel somewhat pathetic for getting all dressed up for him. What if he didn’t accept you? What if he wanted nothing to do with you? What if he lives with his parents?

Nonetheless, you put on a tight black dress with your butterfly set underneath before taking a taxi to his house.

You knock on the front door of the serene house, but don’t hear anything. No one’s home. You sigh “That’s fine, I’ll just wait for him.” To your surprise, the back door is unlocked so you let yourself in. It’s quiet, nice and clean, and you’re surprised by how easy it was to get in.

You walk around, taking in how beautiful his place is. Eventually, you arrive at his bedroom. There are many picture frames on his dresser and 2 on the walls and when you take a closer look, you’re shocked.

You lift a picture up towards you to see Yuta and a beautiful woman smiling and holding hands while at a beach. The photo beside it made your heart drop. It was a wedding photo of the two. You carefully place the picture back down and look into the bathroom.

You see “Him” and “Hers” labeled towels. Beside the bathroom is his closet, filled with a woman’s clothes.

“Of course..of course he’s married” your eyes become watery and you go to leave immediately. Yuta had been leading you on this entire time. He was using you for when he got bored of his wife back home, turning you into a fill in while taking on missions outside of Tokyo. You feel even more pitiful than you did before. How could you be tricked so easily? But then again, Yuta did tell you that you were nothing together, that that one mission was simply..a duty.

You take the tracker ring off and place it in a decorative jar beside his front door, but remember to leave through the back.

After taking a taxi back home, you adjust your return flight for the next day.

When Yuta gets home, he resumes his daily habit of checking on you. He opens his tracker and is confused to see that your ring is…right there with him. He stands up from his couch and looks around carefully. He steps into his bedroom, wondering if you’re there hiding. But out of the corner of his eye, he notices something out of place on the dresser.

One of the picture frames had been moved slightly. You were here and when you picked the picture up, you placed it back incorrectly. He swallows hard when he realizes you‘ve discovered the truth.

[Two Months Later]

Things go back to normal. You start to take on other missions and train harder to develop your skills. You’re getting stronger, smarter, and faster, but it doesn’t help that you think of Yuta nearly every second of each day. You wonder what he’s up to and why he never told you about his wife. Did you really deserve that information though? You’re secret agents at the end of the day, it was never supposed to be this personal.

It’s time for your fencing class, a one-on-one battle with a new partner from the agency while your trainer watches. You’ve beat every partner thus far, making you the top contender, so you aren’t worried about this match.

You step onto the mat and assume your starting position. The person in front of you does the same. And so, you begin your battle, dodging their speedy attacks. They do the same, never letting you get close to them after you swing.

“Agent 73.. Focus!” Your trainer yells. After several minutes of fighting the most difficult opponent you’ve ever had thus far, you start to grow upset. You were doing so well, annihilating anyone that challenged you, but somehow, this person is just as good.

They let out a grunt after sliding to the right to dodge your quick attack, letting you know that your opponent is in fact a man. Based on the size of his feet, you had already suspected, but weren’t completely sure.

You just can’t seem to catch them off guard, no matter how fast you move and in a fit of anger at your incompetence, you “accidentally” elbow his face. He steps back in shock as his mask falls to the floor.

You gasp when you recognize the handsome man’s face. Yuta.

He smirks and wipes blood trickling from his nose with his thumb. You drop your sword while frowning. Why’d it have to be him?

You walk away before he can say anything, stomping through the girl’s locker room as he runs after you.

You swing your locker door open and start to take the uniform off. You drag your shirt over your body quickly as you hear him step in anyway.

“You’ve still got that short fuze, huh?” He leans against the locker beside yours.

You ignore him, still shoving your things in your backpack.

“Come on, y/n..I’ve got a pretty bad nose bleed because of you, the least you could do is give me a welcome back kiss.”

You slam the locker door and turn to leave, but he blocks you. You glare at him. “Get out of my face.”

“Aren’t you happy to see me? You hit me like you hate me, but I kinda liked that.”

You scoff. “Oh really? What does your wife have to say about that? Huh? Does she like it when you flirt with other women?”

Yuta’s face falls, he’s about to respond, but you interrupt him. “I don’t know if it’s some kinda kink of yours to cheat on someone, but I’m not gonna be part of that, so fuck off. Don’t come by me again, don’t even look at me. And you can take that set back too! I bet she’d look better in it.” You push past him.

“W-wait, y/n..” he runs after you as you stomp through the workplace halls now to get out. You bump into anyone standing in the way, too furious to even apologize.

“You’re an insane, lying asshole that fuels his confidence by flirting with women and leaving them high and dry. Don’t you feel pathetic? Don’t you feel like a whore?!” You say loudly in the halls, gaining the attention of many agents walking by.

“Y/n! Don’t do this..” he shakes his head and grabs your hand, forcing you to stop walking.

You pull it back while grunting. “Why not, Yuta?! Let’s let everyone know, I’m gonna give everyone a fair warning! This guy is a damn good spy, but you know what he’s also good at? Fucking around to get information, all while his sweet wife waits for him back home in Tokyo!! Shall we give her a call too?!” You yell loud enough for everyone to hear.

Yuta stares, but it’s not in anger, but something else. He swallows hard. “Y/n..you don’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand? You’re just like most men out there. You pretend to love your wives, you pretend to love your mistresses! You only love the attention. You’re afraid of commitment because deep down, you’re insecure!”

He shakes his head. “No..I never pretended..I never pretended to love—“

“Don’t!" you put your hand up to stop him. "don't..give me that!” You yell even louder.

Haechan sees you and everyone else staring in the halls. “Hey! What’s going on here? Everyone get back to whatever you’re doing.”

“73! In my office now! Yuta?! Out of here before I call your boss!”

Yuta walks away, his eyes looking glossy before he turns away from you.

You follow Haechan to his office and sit down with practical smoke escaping your ears.

“Y/n…what the hell was that?!” Did he just call you by your real name? Oh you’ve genuinely upset him this time. “You know some agents already believe you’re unfit to be working here again and here you are acting like this in the halls?! Do you know how unprofessional this is?”

“I’m..sorry, I..don’t know what got into me.”

Haechan sighs. “This is exactly why we don’t allow work relationships to fester.”

“I’m sorry sir, it won’t happen again. And definitely not with a married man. I apologize for being unprofessional and untrustworthy, it must have been a shock for you to see me like that.”

“Wait..wait did you say “married?”

You nod and figure you might as well tell him everything while you’re already embarrassing yourself. “I hacked the system sir..I found Yuta’s address and-“

“Well if you hacked the system, you’d see Yuta is a widow…”

Your mouth falls open as your eyes widen. “A..widow?”

Haechan nods. “So you broke company policy by hacking our computers and didn’t even take the opportunity to read his file completely?” He scoffs. “His wife passed away from a car accident a few years ago. The guy who hit her was in a high-speed chase from the police, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and suffered from the criminal’s irresponsible actions. The criminal got away because of his connections to some pretty powerful people….That’s what made Yuta join us. He wanted to bring down high class criminals like him in an effort to honor his late wife. Eventually, he killed the man himself and decided to stay in the force to bring others to justice.”

Your mouth falls in silence. Tears come to your eyes. You were such a jerk to him because you thought he was a cold-hearted cheater.

Haechan crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. “Women…always jumping to conclusions. Why didn’t you just ask him?”

You blink rapidly. “Well..I..I saw the wedding pictures of them together in his house.”

“He’s had a difficult time moving on, as any of us would.” He looks out of the window. “But it was nice to see him smile when he was with you…I haven’t seen him like that before.”

You quickly get out of the chair and run out of the building to find him. “Hey! Y/N! I’m not done with you!” Haechan yells after you but you ignore him.

"God, I am going to fire her one day." Haechan grumbles.

“Yuta!! Yuta!!!” You yell, but can’t seem to find him.

He’s gone, completely out of your sight.

“Damn it!” You say to yourself while in tears. How could you be so terrible to him?

You run back into Haechan’s office.

You pant. “Phone number, I need his phone number, please.”

Haechan stares at you with a look of disbelief. “Have you completely lost your mind? You know I can’t give you that!”

“Please…I’m begging you..I have to apologize..I promise it’s the last thing I ask of you.” You place both hands on his desk and look into his eyes.

He nearly falls for the desperate look in them, but shakes his head. “It’s an absolute no-no in our company, y/n. I’m sorry..”

“Ugh!!” You leave his office and head home.

[Five Months Later]

There’s an international conference that is done ball-style to celebrate all of the agents. It takes place in an underground facility. You get dressed up and wear an emerald green gown with fallen sleeves. You look and feel gorgeous as you run your hands down your sides while looking in the mirror one last time before leaving.

You aren’t sure if Yuta will be attending, but you hope he does so you can apologize.

You enter the gold-filled mansion and join arms with your partner, Mark.

He smiles widely. He looks spectacular in a velvet red suit and large gold watch. He smells amazing too.

“You look stunning, y/n.” He speaks softly.

You fail to hide your flustered feeling, smiling uncontrollably while twirling your thumbs. “Thank you..Mark.”

He laughs and takes you to the floor where you meet other agents you’re familiar with.

Yuta spots you from the balcony and thinks of how beautiful you look. He swallows his champagne and turns to walk outside to the balcony, but just before he does, he sees your partner, Mark, take you by the waist and kiss your cheek as you smile at him fondly.

For about an hour, you’ve walked about the party saying hi to everyone, a bit disappointed that Yuta isn’t there.

“Hello agents! It’s time to announce our evening awards!” Haechan stands on a lifted stage and speaks into a microphone. You all turn towards him to wait for the announcements. The final award of the night is the biggest of all. The company awards the Agent of The Year for their dedication to their job and expertise.

“This award goes to..Mark!” Haechan begins clapping as does the large crowd.

You turned to Mark and smiled widely. “Congrats!” You give him a big hug.

Mark thanks you, then goes to make his acceptance speech. “I’m more than honored to be receiving this award tonight. There are so many talents here and I’m truly inspired by all of you. I would like to thank you for the opportunity, but I would also like to thank my beautiful..wonderful partner…y/n. She keeps me going, she lifts me up when I need her the most.” He looks down at you with wide eyes filled with love. You nod and giggle.

“He isn’t just getting lifted up by her..is he?” Yuta says to himself while crossing his arms in the corner of the ballroom. He is jealous and suspects that Mark may have a crush on you, he just doesn’t know if you like him too.

You enjoy the rest of the night with Mark who can't stop looking at you or touching your waist, with your permission of course.

He leans in close while staring at your lips, but suddenly Yuta walks up behind him and clears his throat.

Your eyes grow. “Oh! You’re here! Mark, this is Agent -"

“Yuta..” he interrupts you and shakes Mark’s hand. “May I have a word?” He looks at you sternly.

You nod quickly, feeling somewhat nervous when finally getting what you’ve been begging for, a meeting with the man you can’t stop thinking about. “Oh..ok, um excuse me Mark..”

You and Yuta talk outside on the balcony.

“Yuta…I’m..so so sorry for what I said and for making assumptions. I don’t know anything about you, and it was wrong for me to attack you. Haechan explained everything to me, and I really am sorry. I would’ve apologized sooner, but he refused to give me your contact info in respect for your privacy.” You look up at him, begging for him to look down and give you one of his smug smiles. But he doesn’t, he only looks out into the night and stands beside you. “Yuta..I just-“

“Are you guys together?” He interrupts you again.

“W-what?” You’re confused as he doesn’t seem interested in your apology.

“You and Mark..are you fucking?” And that’s when he turns to you with furrowed brows. He feels weak by the sight of your gorgeous eyes under the moonlight and the way your features seem softer at night. You smell like raspberries and roses, and he loves it, it reminds him of springtime. It’s his favorite time of the year as Cherry Blossom Trees bloom.

“Yuta!” You gasp.

He smirks as you become flustered.

You shake your head. “N-no we aren’t! But..wait, why does it matter to you anyway?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Just curious.”

You smile slightly. “Huh..still the jealous bastard after all this time.”

“And still the useless prude.” He pats your shoulder. “Glad you’re feeling better…sweetheart.” He says before walking past you and into the party.

“W-wait..that’s it?” You turn to follow him, but he’s gone.

“Damn he’s good at disappearing..” you huff.

[A Week Later]

You drift into sleep while in the bathtub after a physically draining day at work. Two well trained criminals put up a pretty good fight when you captured them.

Yuta makes himself at home and pours himself a glass of wine. He then sits on the couch facing your sliding bedroom doors where he’s able to see when you come out of the bathroom through a small crack in between them.

He had placed your butterfly lingerie set out onto the bed.

After a short nap, you rinse yourself off and come out. You start to lotion your body in a slight daze after waking up, Yuta watches your delicate fingers caress your smooth skin and wishes it were his, gliding up and down your ankles and thighs.

He decides it’s time to let you know he’s there. You hear a gun cock from outside of your bedroom door.

“Put it on.” A dark voice altered by a voice changing box says.

You nod and look back on the bed at the set. You slowly drag your panties up. “Yuta?”

“Shut it. Keep moving.”

While standing in the gap between your doors, you face the man, attempting to make out his face. You squint while tying the bra in the front of your chest slowly.

He wears a ghostface mask over a black turtleneck and black pants.

You carefully reach over your dresser beside the door to grab your gun.

Then swiftly pick it up and point it towards him. The man chuckles then stands up and walks towards you.

“You won’t kill me because you’re not sure who I am, isn’t that right?”

You nod. “You know me so well already..so that means..you won’t allow me to do this.”

You point the gun to your temple. The man hesitates when walking forward.

After a few seconds he laughs. “Are you sure you wouldn’t be doing me a favor?”

You smile slightly. “Maybe..maybe not.”

“After all, I’d finally be able to think clearly again.”

“You and I both know you want to be the one to kill me. Who am I to take that away from you?”

You place the gun down and raise your hands. “So kill me Yuta..”

“Not until I’ve fucked the pride out of you.. get on the bed.”

You do as he says and kneel on the bed while looking at the mask.

“Can I at least see your face?”

He shakes his head. “No can do, sweetheart, I like watching you like this.” He sits beside you then taps his thigh. “Come on.”

You ride his thigh as he continues to point his gun at you. Part of you felt more turned on by the role play, causing you to move faster. One hand rests at the small of your waist, carefully digging his fingertips into your soft skin. He smells so good, like citrus and cedar. He looks amazing too, his shirt hugging his arms.

After just a few minutes you reach your high, but he doesn’t allow you to stop, he pushes the barrel onto your skin. “Keep moving, whore.”

You do as he says while he holds your hip down with his other hand.

He pushes the fabric of your panties to the side and puts his fingers in, making you cry out as he brushes his thumb onto your clit.

“Ah! Yuta! Please.”

“It’s “sir” to you.”

You nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Say you’re mine.”

“Make me,”

“You’re a little slut, look at you getting so turned on by this…well I’ve got something for you.”

“Look at what I found..you even suck at hiding things.” He shows you your vibrator you his in your bedside drawer..apparently not well enough.

“Damn it..” you chuckle and close your eyes tightly.

He takes his shirt off and pulls you over on top of him so your back rests against his chest as he rests against your headboard. He intertwines his legs with yours so he can control how open you are.

With your knees now bent and your chest heaving, Yuta turns the vibrator on and places it onto your clit. He uses it mercilessly and on every setting, causing you to cum multiple times while crying out his name and grabbing his arm.

You squirm in his strong arms in an attempt to get away from him and close your legs, but he just won’t budge. “Don’t fight me, you know you’ll lose, sweetheart…just give me one more..you can do it for me, right?” He whispers into your ear and his husky tone sends chills down your spine.

You cum again, trembling as you leak. You’re a mess, the sheets are a mess.

He places the vibrator down, to flip you over on top of him. He places you on to his large, painfully restrained bulge. With his hands on your hips, he moves you up and down onto it.

He lets your hips go as you ride him on your own, but you’re so tired, you begin to move slower and close your eyes. He points the (empty) gun at you. “If you stop moving, I will shoot you.” Seeing you like this over him feels like a dream, he never imagined you’d be into this.

You keep going, trying your best not to plead for him to take over, but you’re so tired, you can’t help it. “Yuta..I’m..tired.”

“Such a whiny brat, it’s only going to get worse for you.” He grabs your waist to hold you up slightly while sliding further down the bed. He then forces you down onto his mask. He makes you move back and forth while it’s on his face.

“Ah..fuck!” You grip the head board for stability, but the bumps and ridges of the mask nearly drive you insane. You feel crazy doing this, but for some reason you continue. You feel good and hot. Yuta is commanding and you feel the urge to do as he says.

Just watching yourself right now, naked and riding a Halloween mask is turning you on more and more. What’s gotten into you? His hands still on your waist he chuckles when your whimpers become louder and louder until— your fingers go weak from gripping the headboard, your toes curl and your back arches as you release onto the mask. But he keeps you moving with his strong grip, even as you shake your head.

“Please sir..can’t move anymore.” You’re overstimulated and tears fall out of your eyes.

“My dick isn’t even inside you yet..keep working for it.”

He pulls his mask off finally to reveal his tempting smirk. “Come on, let me taste you.” His tongue takes a deep dive into your already soaked flower, making you shake uncontrollably and cry out his name.

He holds you still by spreading your buttcheeks with a tight grip and licking you all over.

“Yuta!”

He spanks your ass.

“I’m sorry sir, so so sorry, please I can’t take more.” You try to pull away but fail. He only laughs and teases your swollen clit with rapid movements from the powerful tip of his tongue.

“Oh my..fuck!” You climax again while he flattens his tongue.

He flips you over so he’s on top of you now and pulls his pants down while sticking the gun into your mouth. He palms himself. “Is that how you’d suck me off?”

You nod and sniffle as it goes deeper.

Yuta is so turned on by the sight of your wet eyes, full cheeks and ruined face he goes crazy.

He takes the gun out and runs it against your panties while making out with you finally. He takes your tongue over, forcing you to taste yourself as he moans.

He then pushes the gun into the fabric to tease your clit once again. You struggle to move away, you try to push his hand away, but he giggles and pushes the gun against you harder.

“You should be happy this isn’t a knife.”

He places the gun to the side and pulls your panties down while licking his lips. He kisses your scars and all the way down your belly before breathing against your opening. He teases it with his fingers while watching your face above him. “Ready for me, baby?”

You nod and he finally pushes his length into you causing you to curse in harmony at the feeling of being connected after all this time. Despite being tired, your body grips him, taking everything he has as he forces his entire length into you at once, making you move against the sheets on your bed.

You wince as he stretches you. “Slow..please..”

He shakes his head. “Too much for you already?”

You groan. Unable to talk as he goes in even deeper, your pussy betraying you by swallowing him in like it’s been begging for it for years.

He pulls out completely before rubbing the tip along your folds to gather more essence and dipping into you again.

You grab his hip with one and the sheets beside you with the other, reaching for anything that will get you through this and keep you sane.

“I said..is it too much?” He grunts, thrusting into you hard. You arch your back and cry out.

“Look at how desperate and pathetic you look right now, you can’t even speak straight can you? What happened to my smart talker? Got nothing to say while my dick is in you huh?”

His cocky talk, low tone and look only adds to your arousal.

He watches your breasts move in the pretty bra he bought you and you watch as his tongue darts across his lips. He loves to ruin you with every powerful thrust, and honestly, you love it too.

You cum hard, growing dizzy as you try to push him away.

He laughs at the way your weak hands press against him. “Come on sweetheart I’m not done with you yet, look at how tight you are, still need to make sure this pussy remembers me after tonight.”

He flips you over and takes you from behind, using your limp body to milk himself clean. Your velvet still grips him hard and it drives him crazy, the random clenches, the moans that vibrate through your body and onto him.

All you can focus on is the warmth of his skin against yours and the way his fingers grip your skin.

He leans over and whispers, you can feel his long hair delicately touch your neck. “Do you like it when I’m inside you, fucking you silly like this?”

“Yes…sir.” You let out embarrassingly. He squeezes his fingers into your cheeks as he grabs your chin.

“You don’t even remember your own name, do you, sweetheart?” He slams into you harder and grunts, your eyes shut and you let out a high pitched squeal.

“You’ll never think of anyone else but me when I’m done with you..when I’m done filling you up until you leak for days.”

You clench at his words causing him to laugh and push even harder.

“Who do you belong to, sweetheart?”

“Y-you..”

“Huh?” He slaps your ass hard. “I didn’t hear that.” He pulls your hair so your head goes back

You squeal. “You! Belong to you, sir.”

“Good..then I’m gonna fuck you..again *thrust* and again *thrust* and again *thrust* and again *thrust* and again *thrust and slap to your clit*“

You cum instantly while screaming into your bed. You shake and grab Yuta’s shoulder behind you. “Sir..fuck..oh god.”

He pulls out watching as your essence drips down your legs. He bends down to face your opening, licking it up slowly and using his fingers in combination to abuse your pussy and clit even more.

Placing his arm under you, he turns you over so you lay on the bed face up.

You watch him as he hovers over you, twirling the strings of your butterfly bra with his fingers. “Shall I unwrap my present?”

You bite your bottom lip and nod.

He smirks while pulling the strings slowly, carefully pulling it apart to reveal your breasts. The way he watches you through low eyes as his fingertips touch your sensitive skin ever so lightly makes you needy. You swallow hard.

“Fuck..so pretty..” he gazes at your naked chest, the sight being incomparable to anything he’s ever seen. He’s so hard, it’s unbearably painful. He leans down to lick each hard nipple while you run your hands through his hair.

He sucks them hard as his thumb runs your clit. He’s hypnotized by your chest, but it doesn’t distract him from his main goal of getting you to cum in his mouth again.

He lowers himself so he can lick your aching flower.

“Y-Yuta..” you pant as oversensitivity makes you so light headed you fear you might pass out at any moment. “Please sir..can’t —t-take.”

You grab his long hair.

“I decide when I’m done with you, got that? So stop begging, before I fuck you with my gun too.”

You hiccup at his threat and fall back into the bed.

After making you cum with his mouth again, your hold on his hair weakens. He holds onto the headboard and uses his other hand to guide his cock through your folds, coating it with your release to ease himself once more. You flinch and push yourself up on your elbows away from him.

He clicks his tongue, still sliding his tip in between. “Where you going, sweetheart? Didn’t you say this pussy is mine?”

You nod. “..but..I don’t think I can…” you can barely croak out.

Yuta makes a pouty face and kisses your lips to distract you from the fact that he’s burying himself into your sopping pussy once again.

“Yeah you can..be a good girl for me, I just wanna see you swollen with my babies..let me do that for you, sweetheart..that’s what you want right?” He whispers huskily against your lips and rubs his thumb along your cheek.

You nod and whimper.

“Good girl..” he leans back to watch himself enter you with ease. He places his hands into the crooks of your knees and pushes them down towards your chest, allowing him to see more of you.

“You’re so beautiful..I missed you.” He whispers as he takes long deep strokes into your body. “What’s my name, baby? Say it for me. Who is making you feel this good?”

“Yuta..yes, Yuta! Yuta, right there..oh my..” your breath hitches as you unravel and quiver again.

It doesn’t take long for him to empty himself deep inside you as your pussy clenches and milks him dry.

You cry out his name and dig your nails into his back.

“Ahhh…fuck ..that’s it..” he runs his thumb along your lips and he closes his eyes tightly. It feels amazing to be this deep inside you, finally filling you to the brim like he’s fantasized about since the night of your mission together. A part of him doesn’t want to stop, but when he opens his eyes after nearly 2 minutes of enjoying the feeling, he sees that you’ve passed out, your hands now at your sides as you rest.

He pulls out and watches a stream of cum leave your pussy. He could fuck it back into you, fuck you back awake but he decides to let you sleep.

He grabs a cloth and cleans you up before carefully taking your bra off completely so that you can rest comfortably. He lays down in bed while holding you in his arms. And after draping the blanket over your bodies, the two of you sleep quietly. It’s the first time in a while that he’s felt his heart yearn for someone.

The next morning, you wake up in Yuta’s arms and remember all that happened and that it wasn’t just an amazing dream. Your body is still sore and tired. You stare at his facial features as he sleeps quietly.

“I’m sorry..I’m so sorry..” you whisper as you place his hair behind his ears.

“I know..I forgive you.” He opens his eyes to trace over your lips.

You kiss him deeply, holding his face in your palms while falling into him. You pull away after a few seconds and rest your forehead against his.

“Why do you keep coming back?” You ask him.

He laughs and tries to think of a smart remark but fails. “The truth is…I don’t think I can ever live without you..” he smiles then kisses you again. “You’re the worst spy, but the best companion”

“So..what do you say?” He asks curiously. “I mean, someone has to take care of you..” He rubs your back slowly. It’s new, but nice to see him like this, completely captivated by you.

“Hmm I say..you need some mouthwash right about now.” You tease him before jumping out of the bed and running to the bathroom.

“Hey!” He runs after you.

You decide to date after, continuing to insult each other in your daily lives all while remembering that you’d sleep together at the end of it all. And eventually, you do get married and become a badass spy couple.

[The End]

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