#kingmaker j

NOTE: SMUT. MINORS DNI. BLOWJOB 🍆

J is a man of service, and that service extends to you as well ... fully and wholeheartedly.

But sometimes, even he deserves a good time, right? Not when he’s being dragged around by every inconvenience the city faces. Every time he’s called upon for duty…

So today, it’s your duty to let him relax and let yourself take the reins.

And who is J to complain when you look so pretty down there?

The room is sufficiently cool, yet somehow J still feels unbearably hot. His cock rests deep inside your mouth as you bob your head up and down along his length. Your eyes shimmer slightly… though nothing compares to the look on J’s face. His lips part soundlessly as his precum spills into your mouth, dribbling down your chin while you take him as deep as possible, his cock lodged in your throat while your tongue swirls around him.

His shirt is still on, though he’s unbuttoned all but the last two buttons to let some air in. You were making him feel too good, his breaths shaky as you kept sucking his cock. One of his hands remained tangled in your hair, a fistful clenched tightly whenever you tried to act mean and bite down on him. You nearly gagged once when he yanked your hair back, but the biting only worsened after that, his stomach churning at the mix of pain and pleasure flooding through his lower half.

Slowly, you pull your mouth off him to catch your breath. J almost yanks your face right back against his crotch. Instead, you slap his balls lightly for making you work overtime. If he wanted this to last longer, he needed to give you a break.

“How desperate,” you tease, wiping the precum from your lips before smearing it across his chest with your fingertip.

God, his chest looked sexy with the way he was panting. He really was a mess right now.

“I have work tomorrow,” he grunts.

The sensation of your mouth leaving his cock makes him feel unbearably pathetic.

“So be patient…” you murmur, your hand slowly stroking his balls.

His hips nearly buckle at the contact. He was so damn close to cumming, and here you were playing with him like he was some toy. He had married you with the intention of having a stable domestic life, for appearance’s sake, of course. But appearances were deceptive, because in reality, you were a menace in bed. Just a few weeks ago you had been riding him while he was on cloud nine, and now you were sucking his cock so well he could barely think straight.

“Here I go,” you whisper.

First, you kiss the leaking tip of his cock before giving a few slow pumps to his shaft, readying him. You can feel him throbbing against your fingers as J throws his head back in anticipation. And the moment you finally take him back into your mouth, a loud moan escapes his lips. His head falls back against the wall while his heels dig into the soft cashmere carpet beneath him.

You move up and down his length, your tongue swirling in every direction as you take him deeper into your throat. Heat and tension build rapidly until it all snaps at once. J groans as his cum spills into your mouth, his body trembling while you continue sucking him through it.

He braces himself against the wall, breathing rapidly as your mouth stays hot and warm around him. Your tongue laps up every drop he has to give, and he lets out a helpless whimper, his breathing turning even more uneven as you continue moving along his length.

Eventually, it’s J who pulls himself away from your mouth as overstimulation crashes over him. He can’t take it anymore. Cum still spills from the tip as you finally release him, looking up at him from where you kneel between his legs.

He hisses at the loss of contact while you only chuckle mockingly, wiping your face.

“Had a good time?” you ask, your filthy nightgown barely clinging to your body, his cum spread across your lips and dripping down your chin.

J definitely had a good time. He’s still panting from the experience, but another thought crosses his mind....

You should have a good time too.

So the moment his breathing steadies and your hand drifts back to fondle his balls again, he suddenly hoists you over his shoulder without warning and spanks your ass.

You let out a loud yelp of protest, though really, wasn’t it about time you took his cock somewhere other than your mouth?

“You’ve been far too focused on unraveling me,” J says.

He tosses you onto the bed, your chest sinking into the soft mattress while your ass remains raised in the air.

Oh! So this was his idea.

Excitement rushes through you at the thought of the night continuing even longer.

J climbs onto the bed behind you, pushing your hips higher with firm hands around your waist as he takes in the sight of your ass and the damp patch spreading across your panties.

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Kingmaker J: Dating Headcanons

This man is the whole breakfast in bed, protector-provider type. He sees relationships in a somewhat traditional sense, but with a modern twist, he’s nothing like those toxic manosphere men. There’s respect, warmth, and devotion in everything he does.

Being both a police officer and a Kingmaker, it’s safe to assume he’s incredibly observant. He notices things others would easily miss. With you, this translates into him picking up on even the smallest cues. He’s perceptive to a fault, completely in tune with your moods, needs, and emotional shifts. Whether it’s making your good day even brighter or softening his professional demeanour just to hold you, he adapts effortlessly.

He feels like a mix of Jichang’s maturity and Samuel’s sass. Dating him might seem too calm or even boring if you’re someone who thrives on chaos, but that’s exactly his strength. Given his line of work and his pragmatic nature (he wasn’t even bitter about losing to Tom Lee), he offers stability and security. The honeymoon phase might feel understated, but that’s because J prioritizes building a strong, lasting foundation, one that isn’t shaken by fleeting emotions.

That said, there’s another side to him. He does come off as someone who could start with something casual like a one-night stand but then unexpectedly catch deep feelings. And when he does, he yearns. Even in the middle of meetings with psycho like James, his thoughts drift to you, the curve of your smile, the way you say his name. That’s why, when he truly commits, he focuses on building something solid and healthy.

Goodbye pecks? Yes, and also it’s always, “I’m home, love.”He’ll pick you up from work without fail, even if he’s injured, exhausted, or barely holding himself together. This man embodies devotion. Part of it comes from his Kingmaker role, but mostly, it’s because he does what’s necessary without needing to show off or act prideful. He’ll carry your bag, your purse, anything. You don’t lift a finger around him.

The concept of princess treatment isn’t foreign to him, it’s just natural. He doesn’t see it as something special to him. It’s the bare minimum. Given how dangerous his life is (and the fact that he’s a corrupt cop), he wants to give you as much comfort and ease as possible. However, during arguments, he can lean too heavily on logic and forget emotions. That’s where he needs to grow and for you, he genuinely tries to become better.

He seems like the sporty type. Dates could be hiking, weekend marathons, or long countryside drives. He tries to keep his phone away, but he knows any call could be important. Still, most of his attention stays on you. He plans everything carefully to make sure you enjoy it.

SCENARIO

“You didn’t lose your ear, did you?” you ask, inspecting J’s face carefully.

“No, it’s perfectly fine,” he replies.

He feels a bit embarrassed and, if he’s being honest, slightly disappointed in himself. Not realizing that the ultimate King had four masteries was a genuine error in intel, even if his role was only to hold Tom Lee for a few minutes.

“So, are you going to take a few days off, or…?”

When J looks away, you already have your answer. This isn’t stopping anytime soon. If anything, it might get worse.

“Huh… it is what it is. Just heal properly before you go off to kill someone again,” you say, picking up the prescription the doctor gave him.

J finds himself caught in a quiet conflict.

Logically, this is an opportunity he can’t afford to ignore. But brushing so close to death today reminded him, he still has room to grow. He needs to become stronger. For you. To make sure he never falters like that again.

“Let’s go somewhere quiet after this week, okay?” he asks.

Part of his mind is already calculating ways to grow stronger, while another is running through countless plans to make that outing perfect for you. There’s no middle ground with him.

You sigh but not in refusal.

“First, heal yourself,” you say softly.

It’s not the exact answer he expected, but it isn’t a no either. And for someone like him, that’s enough.

When you feel the gentle brush of his lips against your forehead, followed by a warm smile, you lean in and kiss him back, a goodbye.

Not an ending.

Finally.

You're out of that fuck ass house of that fuck ass family away from your fuck ass unemployed good-for-nothing brother. And you don't give a single flying fuck what they have to say or do. You're done giving them the chance to do you wrong. To keep mentally and emotionally abusing you with their silence demands in order to train you to be a good house wife by raising your stupid, lazy, disgusting baby brother that isn't a baby anymore.

You just had enough.

Actually you had been for years but the opportunity never came to save you from your miserable life. But now that you do, you felt a washing relief that you never felt before. The burden ease from your shoulders completely. You inhaled the fresh air like you haven't breath properly for years.

The thing that saved you wasn't ideal. But you took it because it was the only chance you get. The chance to feel appreciated even if just a bit.

Arrange marriage. It was...a bit uncalled for. Especially when you had no saying in this. But the moment you see the alternatives in your head, you managed to see something positive. You would either be ignore by your future husband, or be beaten up for doing the smallest mistake that go unnoticed by you.

Your jaw clenched. It's a double-edged sword. Anything can go wrong. But you've trained for this. You learn to keep quiet. To do things without complain and hold grudges for the rest o your lives until you snap. This is piece of cake to you. So you make a decision and accepted the arrangement. Your brother looked at you surprised with a hint of mock, "Seriously? You don't even know the guy. What if something happen?"

You shot him a dirty look, "Don't act like you give a shit."

And that was it. Your final verdict that may change your life. And you don't admit it, your brother's word hold truth. Maybe a bit. What if something happen to you worse than how your family treated you. Then again you haven't even meet your mysterious spouse.

.

You are scared for you life actually. Your parents couldn't even spare you a little warning. About his looks, about his occupation. How are you expected to not stare?

Though you kept it cool for the most part, being both a spouse and a friend. Making up conversation like you had no childhood trauma your whole life. And the guy is an excellent talker, thankfully! You let your guard down for about a week after being legally married to him.

J is funny. At least to you. You don't like your schedule, you wish you could sleep in all day at any time but you learn to accept this is the responsibility you signed up for. You have to do your duty as he did by paying the bills.

"I'm not annoying you by any chance am I?" You asked carefully but casually as you set up breakfast.

He raised a brow behind his glasses, "What makes you say that?" reaching to sip his morning coffee. You shook your head with a small relieved smile, "Nothing. Just making sure."

"You have something on your mind?" He took a bite of his toast. Ah, you have love and hate relationship with this question. It's honest but also a trick question. How can you trust him he won't use this upcoming information to use it against you in the future, for someone so observant in his daily life?

"No, I'm just making sure you're comfortable."

"With you?"

"Yes."

"I am. Are you comfortable?"

His tone is neutral but with a hint of care. He wants to know too.

You nodded, sitting across from him, "Yes, of course."

J obviously didn't buy you answer and you cursed yourself for making it so obvious by averting his gaze. The tense on your shoulders are present. How you keep shrugging and move your body like there's a bug living inside your sleep wear. God you're pathetic and it's showing.

You hated showing others the things about you that goes beyond the surface level. You hope he don't interrogate you and try to crack you open like an egg. You hated everyone knowing how you truly felt. Because by the end of the day it didn't matter. So what's the point of telling these things?

You kept your polite smile. Bidding him goodbye at the front door as he leave for his shift. You let out a heavy sigh before flopping onto your shared bed face first. His side of the bed.

You inhaled it. You like it. You like his scent. You wouldn't admit it but you fucking like how he smell. You quiver with delight, smiling like a pervert with your arms spread across the mattress like a star fish.

You like him. Or you tell yourself. He treats you like a normal person. He never expects anything. You thought maybe because you never fail any of your task as a housewife yet. Because in your defense you did everything well, you cook, you clean, you do the laundry. No thanks to the lesson that was given to you by your family since the age of nine. Nothing will go wrong with this one. J won't punish you or beat you up as long as you follow the schedule.

.

But little did you know you jinxed yourself that day.

You felt a firm nudge on your shoulder. Making you gasped when your snapped your eyes open. You looked around, noticing J standing by the edge looking down at you with his usual stern face.

Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit. What time is it?

You looked at your phone to look at the time. It reads

9:57pm

Your eyes widened in horror. You missed dinner. You were supposed to make dinner.

"I'm so sorry." You stood up from the bed, rubbing eyes to ease the sleepiness after that deep nap. "I'll go-"

"It's fine." J's tone is final with an exhaled through his nose as he loosened his tie and take off his work vest.

You froze. You don't like the sound of that. You don't like it at all. Did you just...fail him for the first time?

"But...it's still early." You carried your words carefully, quickly looking for a way to make amends. To fix your minor error.

"I'll go cook something real quick." The moment you reached the door, he stopped you again.

"I said it's fine." He faced you fully, his face unreadable. "Go back to sleep. I'm not hungry."

"But-" Your hand on the doorknob slightly trembled. "I'm sorry I overslept. I didn't mean to. You don't have to lie, I can just do it if you're still- ow!"

You didn't even see him marching forward towards you. And pinched you by the nose to make you shut up.

"Ow, ow!" You whined, air blocked by his fingers. His grip isn't painful, he's just strong compare to you.

"You stubborn women. I said it's fine then it's fine. You clearly needed that nap." He released you abruptly, eyeing you with narrowed eyes as you rub your nose with watery eyes.

"Well I'm not sleepy anymore. And you didn't have to lie either. I can tell you're angry at me."

He scoffed, "Why would I be angry at you? You've been up all day."

"So do you!" You argued back, sounding a bit funny from the soreness. J gave you an unimpressed look, "Don't start that sort of argument. My daily task is different from yours and I'm not as dumb as you thought."

"Then let me fix it!"

"Fix what?? You did nothing wrong." He pinched the bridge of his nose. He then paused, realization hit him.

"...You think I'm gonna do bad things to you."

"That's not-" "Humour me, yes or no?"

You didn't reply. You didn't want to admit it. You are terrified of what he could have done in case you slipped. You hardly know him.

Your silence is enough of an answer. He took a deep breath, relaxing his posture, "I'm not angry." He said again but with softened tone.

"I just thought you needed the nap, so I didn't wake you up sooner."

Oh. He couldn't just tell you that from the begining instead of making you feel bad about yourself?

Now you just looked like a sad puppy being kicked to the side, guilty as if it was your fault from begining when he told you reminded you that it isn't.

"Tch. Just order something. You don't have to cook tonight." He turned to discard the rest of his clothes to shower. But this time you stopped him, pulling him back by his calloused hand.

"You'll eat too, right?" When he turned to you, he sense that need of assurance haven't fully left itself. Defeated, he forced himself to give the answer you wanted, "Yes. I will."

Your face lit up slightly. J realized you found comfort in the act of forcing him to participate in supper. Even if it meant fixing something that you considered an error to yourself.

"What do you want to have?" You asked him again, smiling now. He called it, knowing you just want to avoid seeing his bad side. If only you know that wasn't the case since the start. He can't help but wonder what you been through to act like this. He had hunches, but he decided to address it later.

"You're weird." He commented.

You ignored his question, "What do you want to eat?" Tugging on his hand now.

Very weird.

"Whatever you want." That smile slowly dissolve itself as it morphed into a frown, dissatisfied by his reply. "I asked you."

"And I told you I don't mind."

"Then tell me what you want instead."

"I'm down for anything, okay?"

"Liar."

MAN I SWEAR I'm not gonna take request again. I broke a lot of promise in this app 💔 but yea since I'm quite vocal about my fixation yk I HAVE to make an exception. And ty for sticking around!

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The sun was getting low when J arrived home that evening. The apartment corridor seems quiet but homey. Painted with plain and sophisticated shades of grey. It's a private building. Life that meant for him and you. The exact life that he specifically makes you live in. He never dare take any risk when it comes to you.

He paused in front of the front door. Simply standing there with an unreadable face. His brows never relaxed as they are. As if that's the current default setting.