Babes Ruining My Entire Career With That Little Pokey Tongue

babes ruining my entire career with that little pokey tongue 🥹

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Vipers And Dragons

PART III

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Chapter III

The air in the nightclub hung thick with a cocktail of expensive perfume and desperation. Y/n, disguised in a shimmering crimson dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, glided through the crowd. Every movement was calculated, a performance designed to attract the very predators she planned to trap. The Falcone brothers, notorious for their ruthlessness and insatiable appetites, were her target.

The spotlight fell on her as she reached the stage. Music throbbed, a pulse that mimicked the dangerous rhythm of her mission. As she danced, she kept a watchful eye on the VIP section, their designated hunting ground. There, amidst the gaudy displays of wealth, sat the Falcone brothers, their gazes fixated on her.

A predatory satisfaction danced in Y/n's eyes. They were hooked, just as she'd planned. But the thrill of the performance was overshadowed by the ever-present awareness of Jimin's absence. Their agreement was a precarious tightrope walk, and trust was a scarce commodity in their world. Where were his men? Were they waiting in the shadows, or was this all some elaborate setup, a twisted game where she was the unsuspecting pawn?

Doubt gnawed at her, a cold serpent tightening its coils around her heart. One wrong move, one missed cue, and this carefully crafted plan would crumble. Just then, a figure weaved through the throng, brushing against her backstage. A hand slipped a hidden earpiece into her grasp.

"Viper," Jimin's voice, a low growl in her ear, sent a jolt through her. "We're in position. Stick to the plan, and get those brothers to follow you." Relief washed over her, laced with a spark of something else - a dangerous thrill at being so intimately connected to her enemy.

The music swelled, and Y/n poured every ounce of her defiance and allure into the dance. She knew the cameras were on her, broadcasting the show to Jimin's men waiting outside. Her plan hinged on a performance worthy of an Oscar and the Falcones' insatiable greed.

As the song ended, the Falcone brothers rose, their faces masks of predatory hunger. They beckoned her over, a smirk playing on their lips. Y/n met their gaze, a flicker of fear in her eyes expertly crafted.

"Gentlemen," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed deceit. "Perhaps a private conversation? I have something you might be interested in."

The Falcones exchanged a glance, a silent agreement. Following their greedy smiles, they led her out of the back entrance, into the waiting jaws of Jimin's trap.

A tense silence followed as they disappeared into the night. Y/n, heart pounding in her chest, waited backstage, the spotlight suddenly feeling suffocating. Then, the earpiece crackled to life.

"Target acquired," Jimin's voice, devoid of emotion, sent a shiver down her spine. "Get out of there. We regroup at the docks."

Relief and a strange sense of disappointment battled within her. The mission was half-complete, but a part of her craved a different kind of victory, one settled not on the battlefield but between them.

Slipping away from the throbbing nightclub, Y/n navigated the city streets, her mind replaying the dance, the shared deception. This alliance with Jimin was a tangled web, a game where the lines between enemy and something more were blurring with every encounter. Reaching the docks, she found him waiting, a lone figure bathed in the moonlight.

"Well done, Viper," he said, his voice a low rumble. He stood close, their bodies a hairsbreadth apart. "You played the part flawlessly."

Y/n met his gaze, the air crackling with unspoken electricity. "And your men?"

"Efficient," he replied, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne mixing with the salty sea air. "Just like you."

Their eyes locked, a silent battle of wills unfolding. The tension was a living thing, a storm brewing beneath the surface. Before she could speak, Jimin's hand reached out, a single finger tracing the curve of her neck, sending a jolt through her.

"But this isn't over, Viper," he murmured, his voice husky with unspoken desires. "The game continues."

He pulled away, leaving her breathless and confused. The mission was a success, but the war with the Falcones was far from over. And somewhere, deep within the dangerous dance they were locked in, a new game had begun. As she watched him disappear into the shadows, Y/n knew that the line between enemy and something more was beginning to blur.

this describes me and admin shrimp perfectly, i swear

dorks

I can’t with their sarcastic answers lmao

i asked who you love

you said it was me

what i didn't realise was that you were talking to the person behind me, who had asked the same question