Random Kpop smut/fluff

[S/F] - Mafia boy (pt. 2) - Jeongin x Y/N

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Y'all, this is 4k words, I'm shocked by myself💀

Requested by bang_me_up_tonight

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Jeongin would be lying if he said he didn't think about the girl for the following week.

She haunted his thoughts and dreams, and it was excruciating.

The way she spoke to him - so asserting and fiercely - the way her eyes were narrowed while threatening him, and oh- oh... her gun pressing against his temple, her arms flexing as her breathing got ragged due to the rage...

Jeongin couldn't help to replay that picture of her every single day, but most importantly couldn't help to imagine how hot she would look under him, that same ragged breathing fanning over his ears as she moaned-

Because who was him to deny it? She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. She was the first thing he had noticed when setting foot inside that bar, and was the last thing he saw before getting back from his daze.

She had really put him under a spell.

"Jeongin-ah, can you at least pretend to be paying attention to what Mr. Bang is saying?" Changbin scolded as he elbowed the younger on his side, shooting him a warning glare.

"I-I'm sorry." Jeongin excused himself, straightening his back and focusing on whatever his boss was talking about.

The highest ranks of his mafia had all gathered around a table in that exact same bar where he had met the mysterious girl - which wasn't helping his daydreams at all -, so he was now being forced to hear his boss' continuous bragging about a deal he had recently concluded.

Jeongin slowly leaned back in his seat, allowing his eyes to roam around the room in a not-so-subtle attempt to keep himself awake and entertained despite Mr. Bang's boring tales.

Just as he was about to give up and return his attention to his boss, his eyes picked up a movement at the front door.

More specifically, it was a group of six girls, led by a lean girl with sparkly eyes and an entrancing smile. She was dressed in cargo pants and a black bodysuit showing all her curves and edges, a holster belt wrapped around her waist carrying a gun. Behind her trailed five more girls all dressed similarly, all of them chatting with each other.

Jeongin swore he almost fainted.

It was her, he was sure.

She was dressed differently, but her eyes looked intimidating all the same, and her hair flowed as perfectly as he remembered.

His eyes sparked with intrigue as they followed her figure walking gracefully to the counter, ordering a few drinks to share with her friends.

Jeongin turned towards Mr. Bang, observing his body language to see if it would have been too bad for him to just stand up and leave the table. Still, not wanting to anger his boss, Jeongin laid back in his seat to wait for him to finish speaking, his leg bouncing nervously under the table while his eyes trailed back and forth from his boss to the pretty girl.

And as soon as Mr. Bang announced "alright, time for drinks, fellas" Jeongin bolted out of his seat to rush to the counter, almost tripping on a chair on his way there. As he reached the counter, he tried to play it cool despite the uneasiness in his heart, which wouldn't stop thumping loudly against his chest.

After a whole week of daydreaming, she was finally standing in the same room as him again, laughing prettily at her friends while sipping her drink.

Jeongin leaned on the wooden counter, signaling to the bartender to catch his attention.