Content/Trigger Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, dubcon, male masturbation, use of improvised sex toys, violence (not inflicted on Reader) in Gitae's section
Author's Note: keep in mind that I wrote this while ovulating đ€·ââïž
featuring: James Lee/DG, Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, Gitae Kim, Goo Kim
Diego Kang surprises you with a scale model of your future house together.
âI designed it myself. I wasnât sure if you wanted kids, but just in case, I added ten bedrooms, which is a good thing. Now yourâŠconcubines have some place to sleep.â
And after youâre done admiring the dollhouse, he pulls you close until your back hits his chest, then he scoops you up from under the knees before manually rubbing your covered clit against the roof until you start bucking against him, urging him to go faster.
Samuel Seo gets injected with a drug that amplifies his insecurities and accidentally finds you. He pins you down but, using his last shred of clarity, smashes his head into the floor instead.
âNoona, please run away while I can still think⊠I donât want toâfffuuckâ! Please âŠI donât want you to hate me.â
But you cup his face instead. Giving him the usual warm and kind smile you always do, you tell him: âItâs okay to let go, Sammy. No matter what, weâll always be friends.â
In his inferiority complex-fueled state, hearing the word âfriendsâ finally makes him snap and he rips off your clothes. He then throws your legs over his shoulders, lifts you up so high you're hanging off him, then he digs in like a man starved.
When he recovers he gets on his hands and knees and nose to beg for forgiveness, even offering his face for some good âol slapping. (As punishment, he says.)
Jake âthe romantic virginâ Kim doing it raw for the first time and he is gobsmacked with how big a difference one thin layer of latex (or lack thereof) can make. He can feel your pulse, how every part of you is sucking him in, begging him for more, and when he finally comes, heâs so delirious from the pleasure that he keeps pumping into you, his bestial instincts taking over to push his seed back inside you. Heâs so out of it, he canât hear your pleas to stop and let go because âheâs getting bigger againâ and ârougherâ and youâre already so sensitive.
When he recovers, he also gets on his hands and knees and nose to beg for forgiveness. He then offers his balls for you to step on. (As punishment, of courseâŠ)
Gitae Kim, after some persuasion on your part, finally wraps the handle of his axe with a condom before gently shoving it into your welcoming hole. Your moans fill the room, urging him to go faster. He is careful not to cut you with the blade as he ramps up the speed of his pumps, and he pulls out the handle just as you start bucking, your wetness spraying all over him as you scream in ecstasy.
He then spends the rest of the night and the following morning glaring at his axe. What was so good about a wooden handle? Youâve never squirted like that with him.
He mutters, âIâm way bigger.â Then he looks down at the man whose legs he just cut off. âDonât you think so?â
The poor bastard has no idea whatâs happening, especially as Gitae kneels down and points the handle towards his nose. âCan you smell her?â
âIââ
Gitae cleaves his face in two, getting jealous again.Â
Goo Kim, who thinks that money is better than sex, who sees boobs as merely lumps of fat, who got rid of his virginity just to see what all the fuss was about, accidentally walking in on you with someone and, after making a quick get away, realizes that heâs jealous of the man holding you.Â
He denies these weird feelings until the strain in his boxers start demanding for relief; until he finds that thinking of unsexy things does nothing to chase away the moving picture of youâthe way your hand caressed your loverâs cheek while the other combed through his hair, the way the cute rolls of your belly moved with each breath in a way that made him want to bite every inch youâthe lust-filled gaze as you two locked eyes for the briefest momentâ
âAh, fuck!â
White, hot cum spills over his phone; over his homescreen, a picture of your laughing face.
He canât remember when he has ever used a womanâs photo for his background beforeâŠ
âAh,â he groans as he takes off his glasses and covers his eyes. âFuck!âÂ
For the first time in his life, Goo Kim wants to kiss someone and itâs his best friendâs sister.
a/n: a couple of thingsâ
Can you tell which ones were written first and with a very specific scenario in mind?Â
Big Deal bros losing control over noona 𫶠(and Jake truly being Gap Kimâs son đ )
I headcanon Goo to be demiromantic and demisexual.
I love it when goofy men get serious and when serious men go wild. Some men are just shameless perverts though. (I still love them.)
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featuring: Gun Park, Gitae Kim, James Lee/Diego Kang, Jichang Kwak, Seongji Yuk, Kingmaker J
TW: sex work, rough sex, gagging and bondage, overstimulation, roleplay, use of sex toys, oral sex (male and female), voyeurism, group sex, dubcon, Reader gets called dirty names
You thought about rereading your contract to check if your company has a filtering process. Why? Because every single man you serviced was attractive. No, that's not enough to describe them.
They were panty-dropping, jaw-hits-the-floor, drop-dead gorgeous. If one were to see them walking on the street, one would think that these creatures are proof of a higher power.
There was this one handsome man with heartbreak in his snake-like eyes. Apparently, you reminded him of his ex-wife, and he asked you to call him "honey" while he made love to you. He never kissed you though. You hope he and his wife make up soon.
Another time, you met with a big-chested fellow with glasses and ink everywhere but on his face. He used to be a regular, but one night, he moaned "mommy" while you massaged his scalpâthat was the last time you saw him.
Once, you were "invited" to a birthday party. You thought there was a mix-up and tried to explain that you weren't a stripper (you didn't like dancing), but the guests explained that you were the birthday boy's present. The birthday boy was a tall thing with polydactyly. Contrary to his intimidating appearance, he was shy and awkward. A virgin. He was so cute that you couldn't help but pamper him before you took his first time, even teaching him how to use those extra fingers.
You must admit, you prefer flings over repeat customers.
One of your regulars is a mob boss with an X-shaped scar across his face. Newbies aren't allowed to service him.
The reason is simple: Jonggun Park likes rough sex.
He also doesn't hold back.Â
Countless women have left his room covered in bruises, welts and scars. Some even received wounds on their faces. You're one of the rare few who volunteered to be with him. Unlike the other girls, you don't have friends or family to fuss over your injuries, and you weren't popular, so it's only logical to keep him entertained so the more in-demand workers can focus on other clients.Â
Your first time with Gun Park was an experience. You used to think that you weren't into rough sex, but maybe your previous partners weren't rough enough.Â
Gun gave you a safe word, but you never felt like using it.
You love having his tattooed arm hooked around your neck as he pounds you from behind. You can't get enough of his deep, rumbly voice calling you his cheap whore. You can't help but smile when he sneers down at you.Â
The morning after is always painful, but you find the ache delicious.Â
But Gun has changed. When he calls for you, he doesn't throw you to the couch or bed the moment you arrive. He invites you to eat with him and asks if the bruises he gave you last time still hurt.
You weren't one to say no to a free meal but it was disarming to have Gun Park treat you like a person. Even more disappointing is how he has been fucking you less and less. During your last visit, he ate you out until you came, and then he fell asleep without entering you.
Is he getting bored? You hope not.
You find Gun's violence titillating.
On the other hand, there is this other client, a giant named Gitae Kim. He was your introduction to orgies. Well, more like a harem. The man loves women so much he sleeps with them in groups. You were nervous at first, but the other girlsâyour "seniors" so to speakâwere very nice. They even told you that a group arrangement with one man and multiple women is relatively easier and leagues safer than anything else.
But for some godforsaken reason, Gitae Kim singled you out. The man who was obsessed with harems began asking for you and you alone. Your co-workers were terrified on your behalf and begged the madam not to send you to him, but everyone knew that they can't say no to a mobster, let alone the boss of an entire syndicate.
But surprisingly enough, despite his history of group sex, Gitae Kim was⊠kinda vanilla. He liked to watch you suck him off and bounce on his dick, but that was it. However, as the other girls pointed out, you were the only one who could keep up with his stamina. Perhaps that's why he preferred having multiple partners.
You really do wish he would get bored of you already, because you've long gotten bored of him. More importantly, the oversized thug has begun sending you flowers. In your line of work, that kind of attention is dangerous. Instead of flattery, the bouquets of blood-red roses only served to freak you out.
Speaking of  freak, your least favorite client was also your first one. A beautiful man known only to you as "DG." He has a face that could put movie stars to shame, and a body that would have Michelangelo's David shaking.
DG started gently. You thought for sure that he was going to be one of your more "normal" clients. It turned out to be the opposite.
Like Lucifer, he was deceptively sweet.
He's the biggest pervert you've been with.
One of his favorite activities is using you as white noise to help him focusâhe would type on his computer as your muffled screams and sloppy sounds filled the air. Usually, he just plugged you with toys, your arms and legs tied together while you suffered through delirious agony. Sometimes, J would take over.
You prefer J over the toys.
He always shows up wearing a policeman's uniform (probably one of DG's sick fetishes, you told yourself). In contrast to DG who never stops smiling, J's face remains impassive. However, J is kinder.
You like how warm he is, how he asks "Are you okay?" as he fills you.
But you barely see him, especially now that DG has decided to start fucking you with his own cock.
So yeah, you meet lots of interesting, unfairly attractive men at your job. None of them are husband material though.
Hello! So iâd like to request a headcanon about lookism characters (Goo, Gun, Jake, James, Jaegyeon, Jinrang, Gitae obviously itâs fine if you canât for all, also hope you can add also others you feel that fit the concept) so with an fem reader who is acting suspicious and they thing she is cheating on him or something with one of his people but she is just planning a birthday present or something for him. You know something cute fluffy whatever you feel. Thank you in advanceđ«¶!
A/n: this is so cute oml,not lore accurate though huhu
Gun:
- he'll notice you getting a little too close with Daniel for the past few days, going as far as to hangout with him in your free time
- he won't make conclusions yet since it seems a little bit out of the bloom that your pretty busy with Daniel, so he might investigate a bit
- he won't stalk you instead he talks to Daniel about it in which Daniel acts dumb and unaware
about the situation
- He's now suspecting you were cheating on him when you went to a cafe with Daniel when in reality your asking Daniel some personal things about Gun that you don't really ask Gun, like his favorite brand or place.
- Leading him to an actual venue was hard, he works day and night plus he doesn't keep track when his birthday comes.
- So when he sees the surprise he's just blankly staring at the amount of people that came. But he's actually pretty happy that you took the time to prepare all of this for him
- Overall is just happy but not the kind of jumping from joy happy
Goo:
- Now Goo is more dramatic about it, really YOU'RE HANGOUT OUT with Gun? The man whose emotions are like stones on the side of the road, according to him
- At first he thought you were teasing him you know like the "making my bf jealous" typa thing but after seeing you interact with Gun he was kind of getting paranoid.
- He first interrogated Gun of course, it ended with Gun saying things like "I was just helping around" and he didn't like that one bit.
- jealousy got the better of him and he bursted in your house unannounced, ruining the surprise in the process.
- there he'll literally tear up after getting an actual explanation.
Gitae:
- umm I mean if your lucky you won't actually get axed in all honesty.
- anyway he'll notice like why are you with one of his dealers. It's unusual really, you talking to his business partner? NAW
- He straight up confronted you, but alas you were a good actor telling him lies and he actually bought it. The lies being "oh I was just trying to help you in the cartel".
- Okay that will kind off keep his mind of it for a while. That is until he went home bloodied with no lover insight one night and it just so happens that he has a phone call from one of his man to go to a location.
- There at the location is a small restaurant that you went to back when you were just starting to date and you can see him smirk and laugh at your antics.
James:
- He's smart about it no joke, 'like what're you doing with another person when the most perfect man is with you?'. At first he would be silent about it not giving it that much of a thought.
- Though it started getting on his nerves that you're avoiding him a lot in the past few weeks. He decided to follow you and this friend of his to only see you grocery shopping in the nearby convenient store.
- He felt guilty not having the time to also help you in your shopping sometimes so he left like a little puppy who got kicked. He spiraled into a kind of insecure man.
- All guilt was gone when you asked him to meet up at the park with that smile of yours. Oh how he misses your smile.
- He went there to see you already set up a nice picnic with him. Then it clicked, that's why you were buying food. He can't help but hug your body and say the faintest thank you.
Jake:
- Poor guy was so worried, his insecurities were showing a lot throughout that period. He was overthinking when you were speaking with Lineman WAY too much.
- at first he'll try not to make assumptions about you of course but after a while, he might crack and open up to his heart's content on Sinu. In which Sinu just reassures him in everything (he knows the surprise).
- After lots and lots of reassurance though he'll brush it off and clings to you even more. When I say cling I meant cling as in his not leaving your side which is odd.
- anyways he gets tired of it eventually and while he's distracted you already planned your anniversaries in the same place you met him.
- when your anniversary comes he's crying in your arms when you surprised him, HES SO CUTE OMG.
Jinrang:
- he's so observant with you, so yes he'll notice you drifting a little bit in the past few days, though not that he's doubting you. But he'll get closer to you to keep you from drifting.
- Baek Sang his closest friend wouldn't do such a thing right? So why is he suddenly feeling a bit jealous towards his long time friend, you're just talking and asking him so what's the harm in that???
- Now he'll be very open about his feelings to you and tackling this topic that's been in his mind for days. You didn't wanna make him worried so you told him somewhat the truth.
- Jinrang will let his guard down for now as he does trust you, along with Baek. Since he's busy anyway he low-key forgot about it.
- though on the day when you surprised him with home cooked dinner, his favorite dish too? He thinks he'll wife you up right there on the spot! (Credits to baeks information about him ofc).
You pluck the phone out of his hands. He makes no move to block you, though he does throw you a dirty look.Â
This narcissistic idiot, you sigh. He needs to stop googling himself and reading all the trash so called journalists are writing.
But it's still his own stupid fault.
"If you stop running after these minors and get back into the studio to plan a comeback, the media wouldn't call you a has-been."
"Fuck the media," James replies, sullen and his bratty self coming out to play. Even if he's the one that's denying interviews and appearances, changing his look with no consideration for his merch, and there's absolutely no signs of any new music on the horizon.
"And can you stop obsessing over these 5th gens!" James crosses his arms, manspreads further, and absolutely refuses to look at you as you scroll through the forum open on the screen, rolling your eyes at all the trolling comments he has left over the last twenty minutes calling these new idols talentless in increasingly creative ways.
"Ok," you click the screen off and drop the phone into your bag. "I'm officially confiscating this."
He's about to say something, but catches the look on your face and shuts his mouth instead.
"Yeah," you smirk, "that's what I thought."
.
.
"Are these tampons?" you ask as Ryuhei carefully pushes something up each nostril, stemming your nose bleed.
He keeps his face carefully blank.
"Ryuhei," your voice takes on a dangerous tone.
He tries for a reassuring smile that only raises your suspicion further.
Then when you feel the telltale string dangle past your lips, you shove him away.
"Why the fuck didn't you get me tissues?!" You yank them out and fresh droplets drip down your shirt.
"They absorb blood better." He looks at you, fond and exasperated as if you're being a silly goose right now and you feel the urge to hit him. "Why wouldn't I get tampons for your nose bleed? Hold still, cutie pie, let me put another one up-"
"Fuck off!"
.
.
"You're an idiot, a waste of space and a waste of my time. You thought you could be my equal? I already know you're going to amount to nothing. Your life will be meaningless and pathetic-"
"Excuse me?" You say and Gun stiffens.
His fingers still move in a blur on the gaming controller-
A moment later his victory is announced on the screen and the distinct sound of a kid bursting into tears rings out from his headphones.
"Were you shit talking a child?"
Gun pretends he can't hear you.
.
.
"What are you doing?"
Jake's voice drifts over your shoulder and you still.
"Is that.. are you trying to learn that dance?"
How do you admit to Jake that yes you are, that you spent the last hour shimmying to a video trying to learn a viral dance and you still don't really get it.
"You're half a beat off." He tells you and you finally whip around to face him.
"How long have you been watching me?"
"Long enough," he grins, leaning against the doorway. "Start the music and I'll show you."
"What?"
"Just do it."
For the next minute, you watch Jake dance in sync to the choreography, flowing from one move to the next and timing the gyrating with the shoulders move perfectly.
Damn, he must have spent hours practicing this and you have never been more impressed.
"Amazing, Sir!" Brad's voice calls out.
You turn around to see him, Lineman, Jason and Jerry sincerely applauding with the latter wiping a proud tear from his eye.
ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim, & Diego Kang x reader [separate]
details: NSFW content, sub characters, p in v (gun's part), bondage + cockwarming (goo's part), handjob + orgasm denial (DG's part)
A/N: BOO!!!! drops bomb and runs (literally just smthing i came up with like..what if u make that hunk go sub..esp the big 3 ++ goo is the subbiest out of the 3 tbh)
áŻâ âGUN
Gunâs back is pressed against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on you. Heâs already stripped down, his body tense beneath you as you straddle his hips, feeling the warmth of his dick pressing against your inner thighs. His hands rest on your waist, fingers tightening instinctively as you start to move, slowly rolling your hips, teasing him with every shift of your body.
âLet me,â he growls softly, his grip tightening as if heâs about to flip you over, take control like he always does. But you shake your head, pressing your palms against his chest, holding him down with a firm but gentle pressure.Â
âNot tonight,â you say, your voice soft but insistent, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. âTonight, you donât get to be in charge.â
His eyes narrow, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face, but he doesnât move, doesnât fight youânot yet. Heâs too curious, too caught off guard by the way youâre looking at him, with a calm determination that heâs not used to. He doesnât let go of your hips; his fingers dig into your skin, and you can feel the tension thrumming through him, the desire to flip the script, to take you down and make you beg for him.
âJust let me take care of you,â you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips over his, the kiss soft, lingering. You feel his body shudder beneath you, the barest hint of surrender, but he still watches you warily, as if heâs not sure he can trust himself to let go.
Slowly, you start to move, your hips moving against him, taking him inside you inch by inch. His breath hitches, and his sharp, predatory focus giving way to something softer. His hands twitch against your waist, but he stays where he is, allowing you to set the pace.
âJust relax, handsome," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you move, slow and unhurried, letting him feel every inch of the sweet walls of your pussy.
He makes a low, frustrated sound, his hands tightening again as if heâs about to take over, but you press him back down. Your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him subtly gasp. âNo,â you insist gently, but firmly. âYou get to relax tonight. Relax.â You put emphasis on the last word.
He looks up at you, his breathing ragged, and you can see the war in his eyesâwanting to give in, but hating how exposed it makes him feel. But he doesnât fight you, doesnât try to take back control, and thereâs something almost desperate in the way he watches you, as if heâs never felt this kind of weakness before. It's almost like he's turning into putty in your hands.
As you move, your pace quickening, you can feel the tension in him slowly unraveling. His fingers loosening their grip on your waist, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat. God, the way your pussy just squeezed the life out of his cock felt good, he wouldn't admit it but letting you set the pace for once felt good.
You lean down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, savoring the rare moment of intimacy as his body begins to respond to yours, his hips lifting to meet your movements.
âYouâre doing so well,â you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear, and he shudders, his eyes fluttering shut as if he canât bear to look at you while heâs like thisâlaid bare, completely exposed. Thereâs a rawness in the way he grips your thighs, his fingers trembling just slightly as he gives himself over to the moment, letting you take him to the edge.
Every sound he makesâevery low, breathy moan, every ragged gaspâfeels like a victory, each one more desperate than the last as he lets go of the control heâs always held so tightly. His muscles are tense beneath you, his breath hot and uneven as he watches you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself in check.
Your words are soft, soothing, and you can see the way they hit him, the way his breath catches as he looks up at you, his gaze suddenly raw and open in a way youâve never seen before. His hands slide up to your back, holding you close, and you can feel the way he tremblesâjust a little, just enough to let you know that youâve cracked that icy exterior.
His moans grow just a tad bit louder, his control slipping further with each roll of your hips, his breaths coming faster, rougher. You feel his hips move up into you to try and meet your hips, his eyes squeezing shut, his grip on you tightening as he lets you take him apart piece by piece until heâs gasping your name, lost in a pleasure he canât control.
When he finally shudders and falls apart beneath you, his seed painting your insides white, thereâs no pretense leftâjust raw, unguarded emotion, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his body spent.
You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath yours. He looks up at you, and for a second, you see the barest hint of a smile before he pulls you down into a fierce, hungry kiss, as if to reclaim some of the power heâd let slip away.
And maybe, just maybe, heâs okay with that.
áŻâ âGOO
Goo shouldâve known better. Maybe he wouldnât have said yes if heâd realized things would end up here, or perhaps if heâd actually taken you seriously, the consequences wouldnât have been so... brutal.
It started with a simple requestâyou wanted to switch things up in the bedroom. He laughed, entertained the thought, but never let you follow through, always brushing it off with a smirk and a smug, âNext time.â So, this time, you decided to make sure heâd regret that.
You pushed him down onto the bed, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, and before he knew it, he heard itâthe click of handcuffs locking his wrists above his head. His eyes widened as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips.
âAlright then,â he chuckled, half-disbelieving. A playful, cocky grin spreading across his face. âLetâs see what you got, boss.â
You straddled his hips with an intensity that made that cockiness of his falter. For just a second, you caught that slight drop in his expression. âStay,â you ordered, voice firm, leaving no room for argument.
He chuckled again, but there was a faint trace of uncertainty there now, a sliver of something almost like nerves.
âOh, Iâm so scared,â he mocked, but it sounded hollow, his confidence starting to crack.
You leaned close, your breath warm against his ear. âI mean it, Goo. You move, and this stops. Understand?â
You felt his body tense beneath you, the slightest catch in his breathing. He laughed, but it was softer, less certain. âOâOkay, whatever you say, sugar,â he muttered, voice slipping as he started to take you just a little more seriously.
You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate grind against his cock, feeling it harden beneath you as his breath hitched, his fingers twitching above his head, clearly aching to grab you but unable to.
âYouâre gonna listen, right?â you teased, voice low, testing just how far you could push him.
âYes,â he replied, but it wasnât steady, the usual cocky edge blunted, replaced with a hint of submission.
âGood,â you murmured. You could feel the tension in his arms as he strained against the cuffs, testing his restraints but holding back, for now.
He could feel his cock twitching to be inside of you, but he could do nothing but watch as you grinded on his length. That smirk of his was slipping fast, the usual swagger replaced with something far more vulnerable.
âStill think this is funny?â you asked, pressing your hands down on his chest, pinning him harder. His eyes widened, and you watched as a bead of sweat formed on his brow, his cock pressing harder against you as he looked up, flushed, defiant, but beginning to crack.
Oh, who was he kidding? You looked so fucking hot like this. His dick was only getting harder by the second.
âNâNo,â he admitted, voice breathy. He licked his lips, gaze locked on yours, his arrogance unraveling with each passing second.
You leaned in, slowly grinding on him. Each touch, each kiss was a slow burn, drawing out every last bit of his restraint. He started off with cocky retorts, but the longer you teased, denying him even the slightest touch, the more his smug façade crumbled.
His breath came in sharp gasps, smirks turning into bitten-back moans when you finally sank down onto his cockâagonizingly slow at thatâand when he tried to lift his head to capture your lips, you pulled back, keeping him right on the edge.
Goo couldnât handle this. Just when he thought youâd finally give him some release, you went completely still on top of him. No, no, heâd hold outâyouâd move sooner or later, right?
But you didnât. And now he was starting to feel cornered, his body aching for you to move. The way your cunt would give his dick a squeeze every now and then, the stillness so torturous he thought he might lose it.
âPlease,â he murmured, voice stripped of all bravado, replaced with genuine need. His hips bucked against yours, wrists pulling desperately at the cuffs, eyes wide and pleading.
âWhat was that?â you asked, pretending not to hear, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, a teasing glint in your eyes.
âP-Please,â he repeated, louder this time, voice breaking, his face flushed as he looked up, wild-eyed and almost desperate. âFuck, Iâneed youââ
You smirked, leaning down until your lips brushed against his, voice dipping into a low, teasing whisper. âOh, now youâre begging? I thought you were the one in control.â
He let out a broken groan, head falling back as he tugged at the cuffs, his usual arrogance shattered. âPlease,â he said again, voice raw, the word slipping out like a whimper, leaving him exposed to you.
You couldnât help but grin, a thrill running through you as you saw him so undone, so needyâall because of you.
âWell,â you murmured, finally granting him a slow movement of your hips. The friction drawing a deep, shuddering moan from him. âMaybe Iâll give you what you want...as long as you keep being a good boy for me. Can you do that for me?â you purr at a tone that's so sweet yet razzing.
âYes, yes-â he gasped, trembling beneath you, wide, desperate eyes locked onto yours, no trace of his usual swagger left. âIâll be good. I promise. Justâplease, just fuckinâ move.â
âAre you telling me what to do?â You ask, lifting an eyebrow at him with a small pout. He immediately shakes his head, âNâNo, sugar, âm sorryâI just-â
Oh this was just too amusing.
áŻâ âDG
Diego Kang, the level headed man. The one man circle, the legend of the first generationâŠthe titles heâs earned could go on and on. Always exuding that calm confidence, that unshakable aura. But tonight, that was exactly what you aimed to break.
After all, he was still a man, wasn't he?
Your little movie date night with him is long forgotten by you as you shift closer, slipping your hand under the blanket, trailing your fingers over his thigh. You catch the briefest flicker of his eyes down to you, a faint question there, but he says nothing. Unfazed, as always.
Yet you donât stop. Your hand slides further, pressing just a little harder, and when your fingers graze his cock through his sweats, you feel him tense ever so slightly. He doesnât say a word, but thereâs a slight exhale, barely audible, as he shifts in his seat.
You pull it out, touch feather-light as you ran your hand over the length of his cock, only teasing at first. He didnât flinch, only looked down at you with that calm, unreadable gaze of his, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing.
âYouâre not going to get to me,â he murmured, that calm, even tone never wavering.
You smirked, looking up at him. âIs that so?â
Leaning forward, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, giving it a slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. He let out a measured breath, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep his expression neutral.
âMmhm,â he replied, but there was the faintest tremor in his voice, just barely enough to let you know you were getting to him, even if he wouldnât admit it.
Slowly, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling his body tense under your touch. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes locked on the screen, refusing to let you see him slip.
âNothing to say, hm?â you teased, keeping your strokes excruciatingly slow, keeping him right on the edge, but never giving him enough to tip over. The way your hand feels around his dick has him wanting more. More than this.
He could just imagine your pretty little lips wrapped around his thick cock or maybe even betterâhim sinking every single inch of him into you. He bites his lip, hands flexing at his sides.
It makes him swallow hard, adamâs apple bobbing as he forces himself to stay in control. âYouâll have to do better than that,â he replied, his voice tight but still steady.
Your fingers moved faster, stroking him with a little more pressure, watching his resolve waver, bit by bit. His breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering just slightly as he fought to keep his composure.
âOh? So you donât mind if I just⊠keep you here like this?â you murmured, voice laced with a teasing sweetness as you slowed your strokes, edging him right up to that breaking point before pulling back again.
His lips parted, and for a split second, you saw itâthe faintest flicker of frustration in his eyes, a crack in that calm exterior. He let out a shaky breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek, clearly still fighting to stay composed.
âThatâs... fine,â he managed, but his voice was strained, his hands clenching into fists at his sides now.
With a smirk, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his neck, littering the space with slow kisses. âI donât think you can handle it,â you whispered against his skin. âIn fact, I think youâre going to beg.â
His body tensed, and his breathing quickened, but he still wouldnât give you the satisfaction of breaking. âI wonât,â he replied, though his voice had grown softer, barely above a whisper.
You laughed softly, moving your hand with a firmer stroke, watching as his cool demeanor slowly melted away, replaced by the raw need he could no longer hide.
âLetâs see,â you challenged, stroking him just a little faster. His gaze shifts down to his dick, looking furious at the constant denial of release. He could feel the tension build in his body as he struggled to hold onto what was left of his control.
Finally, a low, ragged moan escaped him, and he gave in. Those eyes hazy with desire as he whispered, barely audible, âPleaseâŠâ
âDidn't hear you,â you teased, slowing your movements to a crawl, dragging out each stroke until he let out another shuddering breath.
âPlease,â he repeated, his voice softer, almost pleading. His eyes met yours, the last of his composure slipping away as he gave in
You leaned back, smiling victoriously as he looked at you, expression shattered and vulnerable. It was everything you wanted, and you hadnât even pushed him all the way over the edge yet.
âSee?â you whispered, your fingers ghosting over his cock again, driving him right back to the brink. âI told you youâd beg.â
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Your daughter had absolutely no idea that the songs she loved dancing to were actually her dad's.
Not because either of you had tried to hide it. James had simply never seen the need to sit his daughter down and announce that he had once been a K-pop idol. To him, it wasn't some grand revelation, it was just a chapter of his life that had ended long before she was born.
But secrets have a funny way of coming out.
It happened while Crystal was showing her niece old family photo albums.
Your daughter paused at a picture of a teenage boy with bright red hair. He looked far too wild to be the calm, composed father she knew. Frowning, she pointed at the photo.
"Auntie... where's Dad?"
Crystal blinked before looking at the picture.
"That's your dad, little one."
"Nooo." She shook her head vigorously. "That's not how Dad looks."
Thinking another picture would help, Crystal flipped to one from your high school graduation. You and James stood side by side in your gowns, smiling brightly at the camera.
Instead of clearing things up, it only made her niece even more confused.
"Why is Mom with some other guy?"
Crystal stared at her.
"...That's your mom and dad at their high school graduation."
She lifted the toddler onto her lap and pointed between the photos.
"See? Your mom looks exactly the same. And your dad only changed his hair. Everything else is still him. He was just younger."
"But no..." your daughter insisted, pouting. "Dad looks different. That boy is different."
Suppressing a laugh, Crystal flipped to another picture.
This time James had pink hair. Your daughter's eyes sparkled.
"Barbie man!"
Crystal almost burst into laughter.
Then the little girl's face fell. "Why is Mom with Barbie Man?"
Crystal bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from laughing. She could already tell this misunderstanding was about to become hilarious.
And honestly? You and James were the parents. You could deal with the consequences.
With a perfectly straight face, Crystal said, "That's your mom's boyfriend."
The toddler gasped. Her tiny hands flew over her mouth.
Mom...
Had a boyfriend?
One who wasn't Dad?
...Did Dad know?
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Later that afternoon, James arrived to pick her up. She happily waved at Crystal.
"Thank you for telling me all the secrets, Aunt Crystal!"
James paused halfway to the car. He looked at his sister. Crystal simply smiled and waved.
"Oh no," she thought. "This is going to be good."
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The drive home was peaceful. Your daughter chatted nonstop with her dad about all the snacks Crystal had given her and every game they'd played together.
James listened with a smile.
But he could tell she was holding something back.
And that commentâ
"Thank you for telling me all the secrets."
What exactly had Crystal told her?
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The moment you opened the front door, your daughter froze. Her mouth fell open.
As though every secret she'd discovered was threatening to spill out all at once.
You smiled warmly.
"Welcome home, sweetheart. How was your playdate with Aunt Crystal?"
No answer.
James stepped inside behind her.
"Your mother asked you something," he reminded gently. "You should answer her."
Still nothing. She simply stood in the corner, staring at both of you with a suspicious expression.
As if she'd uncovered the biggest conspiracy of her life.
"Dad."
James looked up.
"Yes?"
You folded your arms dramatically.
"So you'll talk to Dad but not me?"
She ignored you completely.
Marching into the living room with tiny determined steps, she stopped directly in front of the couch. Her little fists were clenched tightly at her sides. She looked like she was about to lead a military parade.
"Dad..."
You couldn't help laughing. It was admittedly adorable. Though you were a little hurt, she was pretending you didn't exist.
Had you done something wrong?
"Your mom asked you how your day was," James said calmly. "If you don't answer Mom, then I'm not talking to you either."
Her eyes widened.
"Oh."
You shot James a look. That was a little harsh.
She looked between the two of you, realizing she needed to say it now.
Taking a deep breath, she blurted out,
"Dad! Mom had a boyfriend besides you!"
The words came out in one frantic rush before she immediately turned and sprinted toward her room.
You and James stared after her.
"...What?" you muttered to no one in particular.
Because, as far as you could remember...
You had never dated anyone after meeting James.
"Young lady," James called, already standing. "Come back here and explain yourself."
A moment later she returned, clutching several old photographs.
One showed James with bright red hair. Another with pink hair. She proudly held them up as evidence.
You looked at the photos.
Then at James.
Then everything clicked.
"Crystal!"
At the exact same moment, James was already pulling out his phone.
He called his sister. No answer. He tried again.
Straight to voicemail.
She was in a meeting.
Convenient.
James slowly lowered his phone and sighed. "Crystal should know she is not funny."
From somewhere in the office across town, Crystal suddenly sneezed.
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Youâre not sure when it started. But each moment you spent with Gitae started feeling like an obligation. Especially now that he had suspected you with another man. Itâs not like you were cheating on him like he was doing. And even if you did you wouldnât have done it so openly. Besides why does he care? You spending time with James doesnât mean anything at all! He always has it about Gitae anyways. So what is Gitae even suspecting? Itâs honestly ridiculous. Even more when he refused to speak to you but did give you the heels. It was nice of him to do so. But really, you already had those. How? Well James gave them to youâŠno it doesnât mean anything. Nothing at all. He probably took pity on you and thatâs why he gave it to you. Yeah that sounds about right.
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âJames! I told you to be carefulâŠâ
Your hands clenched on his biceps. His lips against your neck. Youâre not even sure how you got into thisâŠsituation. You were supposed to meet him to discuss something about Gitae. NotâŠwhatever this is⊠James grunted. Shifting his position on top of you. His body making sure he reached the deepest he could. He wasnât rough like Gitae. But you wouldnât call it gentle either. It wasâŠpassionate. Like he actually wanted to do it. Not to show you how much stronger he was or to force you unto submission. Because he wanted to pleasure you and himself by extend.
âAre you still holding on?
Jamesâ voice sounded a little worn out. The sound of your heartbeat overpowering his voice. Together with your own heavy breathing, you almost hadnât heard him. But you nodded anyways. How could you stop? You were far too deep in. And so was James, his breath becoming a bit ragged, but nothing you couldnât handle. Youâre not even sure how you ended up like this. James isnât someone who would do thisâŠyet heâs here with you. In a bed..with him on top..and itâs fucking amazing. Gitae never treated you like this. But James could. James gave you the things you didnât even know you needed. It was like you were falling for something you couldâve never imagined. Itâs like he was your true loveâŠokay..perhaps thatâs a bit too soon to sayâŠbut how could you not? James was addictive, a smart beautiful man that was arrogant but had everything to back it up. Itâs only natural that you fall for someone like JamesâŠ
âYouâre..unpredictable.â
âOfcourse. How else will i make you forget his name?â
James chuckled, it wasnât a full blown laugh, but one of the times he actually showed outright how arrogant he can be. Normally youâd dislike it butâŠthereâs something about him... Itâs a wonder, really. Having James thrusting inside you while heâs still composed. He feels differentâŠhis thrusts feel different from Gitaeâs. Gitae was always rough. Deliberately moving to make you submit to him. He never really cared to make you feel good unless being rough is what gets you going. ItâŠgot boring. It was so boring to be with gitae. It was always the same. There wasnât anything aside from lust. But James.. with James it was..real. The way his cock caused friction inside you. The way he looks at youâŠit..made your breath quicken. His eyes were still sharpâŠbut so gentle at the same time. Oh. It wouldnât even surprise you if he sprouted a pair of wings from his backâŠhow could a man this angelicâŠso addictive..so perfectâŠso..god like. Your hands glided along his back. His hips still meeting yours in an slow but deep pace. Calculated. But..it was to make you feel all of him. It was to drag out every moment of what he was making you feel. To make you lose your mind. To make you. Belong to himâŠAnd for just a split moment, you couldâve sworn you heard him grunt. Perhaps james wasnât as unaffected as he pretended to be.
âLooks like youâre the one whoâs not holding on properlyâŠha..haha.â
James snorted, giving you a pretty deep thrust in return. He was still smirking, but his muscles seemed a bit tense. He was leaning forwards, his head close to yours.
â..you talk to much..â
âDo I really?âŠyouâre the one panting now..â
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Gitae hadnât changed. But, perhaps that wasnât necessarily anymore. Perhaps you were the one who changed, you didnât seem to be bothered by him at all. Still polite. Still obedient. But, your mind always seemed to be with something elseâŠor perhaps. Someone else. Gitae noticed. Heâs not stupid, but really, who was it? He couldnât decide who it could be. A man who captured your heart? Correction: STOLE your heart. Stole it from HIM. Gitae doesnât share. And he sure as hell wonât let anything near you, who belonged to him. Itâs not that he cared about you. Itâs that you belonged to him, like a puppet master collecting his dolls. Playing with them until they broke. But the puppet master was the only one to fix the broken dollâŠdolls are supposed to be treated with gentle care because theyâre fragile. And, every puppet master has his favorite doll. Were you ever his favorite? Did he think of you when he was with another? Did he ever wonder about you? What you did? what you ate? What you like aside from him? Did he wonder what made you, you?..youâll never know. An unanswered question, a question you should answer for yourselfâŠbut, how accurate would your answer be? Would it be out of your doubt. Or would it be out of the fact that somewhere, you had always hoped to get the answer you would hope for so badly. You donât know. Youâll never know. AndâŠperhaps that way okay. Perhaps it was okay that you werenât Gitaeâs favorite. Perhaps it was time to accept things for the way they are and focus on what did truly matter more to you: James.
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âYouâre like an angel fallen from the sky.â
âAre you sure iâm not the devil in disguise?â
âPerhaps. But i wouldnât call you that.â
âHow so?â
âEven lucifer was once Godâs favoriteâ
James gave you a rather blank stare. Your way of speaking confused him. Not that he didnât get it. But it was like it has always been reserved into your head for a long time. Like you had been wanting to say these words to someone. But couldnât. Not because YOU couldnât. But because you simply didnât have times like these with that person, that wouldâve gotten these praises out of you. And James was right. You didnât have moments like these with Gitae. Not anymore. Perhaps once? You donât recallâŠraw pain is easier to tell than doubtful happiness.
Jamesâ fingers gently tugged a strand of your hair, his face leaning closed to yours. But you were staring right ahead. You feltâŠsad. Perhaps not heartbroken butâŠmourning of a life you couldâve had. Shouldâve had. But it all turned out to be a fantasy only you were living in.
âLucifer deceives.â
âSays who?â
âGodâ
âHell has always made others scared. Do you scare others?â
âSometimes.â
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Having Gitae threaten you with his axe hurt. Physically Ofcourse. But youâre not so sure how much it had hurt emotionally. He had always hurt you, unintentionally and intentionally. To make a statement or to make you listen. You had been molded into what he wanted you to be. Adjusted every little thing to his taste. So..if he loved you. Which you werenât even sure he did, was it you? Or the version he had created that wore your skin? Did he even love the true you? Did he ever see the trough you?âŠthinking about those thingsâŠis a scary thing. Because youâre on your own. Because there isnât an answer. Or is there? And are you just to afraid to accept it? Are you afraid to conclude that yes, he has never truly loved you? Because love. Doesnât hurt. Not like this. Love shouldnât hurt like this. Some may say it does. Some may say love does hurt like this. Especially with a man like Gitae. But then why was it zo easy for James to like you the way you were and not Gitae?âŠbecause Gitae isnât James. And perhaps that was the biggest mistake you made.
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After James dropped you off on a neutral place. Far away from his home, but an end from yours too. You had made your way to your car. Is it suspicious? Perhaps. But, you only really cared much more about James privacy than your own. Stepping into your car, you were met with a cloud of smoke. Gitae. Shit. Perhaps things will happen sooner than you realized, but itâs fine. Youâll find your way out of this. Should you admit? Or play dumb? Pretend it was just business? But really, what business would you, âGitaeâs womanâ, have with james?âŠ
âGood evening.â
âHow long?â
Alright. Straight to the point it is. Your eyes glanced in the rear view mirror. You could see axe in the backseat. Keep calm. Keep collected. Keep your composure. Nervousness can be used against you. Youâre not the girl you were back then. Never again. Would you rather die with the courage you have now, or live like the pathetic person you used to be.
âA few months.â
Your answer made Gitae chuckle. You didnât look at him. Just kept your eyes straight ahead. His chuckle was empty. No amusement. Perhaps even a hint of betrayal? But. Why would he care if you did? He started it. Is it childish? Perhaps. But really? Would being the bigger person helped you? No. No it wouldnât have. You didnât care to be better than Gitae. Because being that isnât difficult.
âDoes it hurt?â
Gitaeâs chuckle died abruptly. His hand squeezing the car seat. His breath was sharp. And you could see it out of the corner of your eye. He was livid. His eyes were usually dead. Uninterested. The best you ever got out of him would be sadism or amusement. Not..whatever this is and whatever is happening with him. Should you even care? Itâs over anyways. There is no salvaging something you canât fix. Something that was always meant to fall apart. Something that was never even stable. And just like that, Gitae had struck his axe next to your head, the cushion cut and teared. Stuffing pooling out of it. Your adrenaline spiked..but..youâre not even sure if itâs from fear or from the anger you feelâŠ
SMACK
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Gitae didnât turn his head. And for once in your life you didnât apologize to him eitherâŠsilence. It wasnât awkward. It was deafening. You swear you could hear your heart like it had fallen out your assâŠbutâŠthis is your chance!
âIf thatâs all iâm leaving.â
You quickly hurried out the car, dialing a number you had memorized over the amount of times you called these past few months.
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