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loved ur first story!! i was hoping you could do a similar one with choso as a very popular host at a host club. please include lots of brat-taming, thank uuu

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚 "come again for extra service" 𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

pairing: sub! host! choso x dom! fem! client! reader tw: sex work, dub-con, brat-taming, slapping, fingering, spanking, pegging, cunnilingus, mindbreak, penile piercing, anal inspection, degradation, slight mention of belly bulge names used: lady, ma'am, bitch, stupid whore, whore, cunt, stupid little brat, slut, boy-pussy, bratty little slut, pathetic cunt a/n: Hello, thank you so much for the request! I'm so happy you liked the first story, hope you enjoy this one too ❤︎₊ ⊹

"The most beautiful man in the whole world."

That's how he was marketed at the host club. And fortunately, his clients agreed. Women and men all over the city, some even from nearby districts, would come to Club Haven and pay hundreds just to have a drink with him.

He's on top of the world, the apex predator of the food chain, the king of all lands. Anyone else in his position would feel so. He couldn't deny that he felt that way too, at least a little bit.

You could see it in the way he'd lazily compliment his clients, let them touch his arms and squeeze his pecs with a bored expression on his face. And you could especially see it right now in the way he's speaking to you.

"Lady, I don't do that kind of service. Look, I get that you came a long way, and must really, really, want me. I mean, a lot of people do, you know? But I really can't spend the night with you."

You've heard about him all the way where you're from, two hours away from the host club. You've done your research and looked through the Club Haven Instagram, zooming in on Choso's face in the photos. He really was the most beautiful man in the whole world.

The only problem is, his words aren't as pretty as he is, and he's been nothing but rude to you. You initially wanted to buy the one hour package that came with drinks and coversation, and when you asked him for it, he immedietly hit you with the, "Uh, you sure you can afford that?"

He's pissed you off to no end with his antics, calling you out for not being as rich as his other clients, despite you offering to buy the other packages. And now, you're on the verge of strangling his pretty neck.

"Yes, you can. For the right price, right?" you counter. After all, you're just asking for the Deluxe package that was listed in the club's website.

"Lady, I'm tryna be as nice as I can be, but you're—"

"Nice? You haven't been trying at all. Is this how you treat your customers? And stop calling me 'lady'."

"La— I mean— Ma'am...You're asking for services I can't provide," he sighs.

"I've been asking for services that you most definitely do provide! I did my research and read your profile on the Club Haven website. You're just turning me down cause you think I can't tip you handsomely, isn't that right?" You're fuming at this point. You can't believe this man's bullshit.

He scoffs.

"I mean...was I wrong?" he sneers, giving you a once-over. "Not to be offensive but, those clothes are so last year. And anyone can tell you cut your hair by yourself."

Oh that's it.

You scan around the club. You picked a good day— it's pretty vacant. You grab Choso by the ear, and ignoring his cries and protests, you drag him to one of the private VIP rooms. One of the bartenders notices, but he doesn't bat an eye. You suppose this is a common occurance in the club given his entitled behavior.

You shove him into the bed and look around the room as he winces and groans, cradling his reddened ear.

The room is surrounded with speakers softly playing hypnotic melodies. There's a stench of cheap perfume, weed, and cigarettes. Lamps and lights illuminate the room with seductive hues of blue and pink. It's a sensual sight.

Your eyes land on the sex toys and equipment laid out on a small table. The collection ranges from dildos and vibrators of all kinds of interesting shapes, down to small whips and long, thin canes. You smirk to yourself until your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the mattress creaking.

You turn and see Choso wide-eyed, trying to make his escape behind your back. You immedietly lock the door and stalk towards him as he falls back into the bed.

"Look, lady, I—"

You slap him right across the face.

"Didn't I tell you not to call me that? I told you my name."

"AH—! You BITCH!"

You slap him again.

"OW OW OW!! Fine! I-I'm sorry, okay? Please stop hitting me."

"I told you my name earlier. Call me by it."

He pauses and his eyes dart around, trying to remember while he soothes his slapped cheek with his palm.

"I...Was it...[wrong name]?"

SMACK!

"OWW! I'm sorry, I'm sorry...[wrong name #2]...?"

This time you grab him by the hair and watch him flinch back, trying to escape your slaps. He tears up and lifts his arms up as a means to protect his precious face. You smirk.

"[Name.] Don't forget it."

Choso gasps out, "I'm sorry...[Name]. I won't, p-promise."

You push him back into the bed.

"Agh! Wait— But I know your name now, isn't it over!?"

"Stupid whore. You think that's why I brought you in here? You're gonna give me the service I deserve. Plus some extra, since you were such a cunt earlier."

He shivers at each name you use.

"Extra...? What extra service? W-We don't do those—"

You raise your hand and he flinches again. You scoff.

"You've been saying that for every single service I requested. So for the terrible customer service I got, I better get extra shit. Oh, and a discount. Let's say...30%."

"30%!? But that's—! Agh...fine. What do you want me to do...[Name]?"

Your eyes trail around the room again. The music continues as if you haven't been slapping Choso's face beet red. You catch sight of the strap-on on the table of toys. You turn to Choso.

"Strip," you say as you grab the strap-on and examine it. It looks to be around a good 7 and half inches. You look back at Choso and soon, he's fully bare.

Is that a piercing?

You step closer and look closely.

A piercing right on his dick— which is as hard as a rock, by the way. You chuckle and look at Choso's teary eyes.

"Did you get hard from getting smacked?"

"W-What? Of course not! I'm not like that!!"

"Right, of course," you scoff as you slip off your pants and put on the strap-on. You watch Choso's eyes widen.

"What, never put anything up your ass?"

"W-What..? No! Of course not, why— why would I!? I'm a man!"

He crawls backwards as you get on the bed. He's trying to avoid your gaze. You won't let that happen. You grab his ankle and yank him down. He yelps and you get ahold of both his legs, which you lift up and spread.

"What a view," you sneer.

"Agh! Stop! Don't look there, it's dirty!!"

"Aww, it's blowing kisses at me. I think your hole is really hungry for this silicone dick."

He continues to protest, but even though he has a much more built figure than you, he makes no move to push you off. You take that as a signal to keep going.

You find a lube bottle on the bedside nightstand and pour the cold liquid onto Choso's waiting asshole. You massage it in and slowly slip one finger.

"AHHhhnnNN!!"

"What an odd sound, Choso."

"Shut up—"

You spank his right ass cheek hard. He gasps and throws his head back. You swear you see his dick twitch from the sensation.

"You actually like this, don't you? Maybe that's why you've been such a stupid little..." you spank his left ass cheek this time, "BRAT, this whole time, huh?"

"AHH OW! PLEASE!!"

"Use your pretty words, slut."

"P-Please...put it in."

"I'm not quite sure I understand."

"PLEASE shove your big strap-on into my boy-pussy, ma'am!!" Choso exclaims, exasperated, as he positions himself while on the bed, getting on his knees and laying his face into the pillow. He puts his plump ass up in the air and holds his cheeks apart for you.

You can't deny him.

The strap-on slides into him with ease, despite the fact that you haven't really loosened him up.

You speak between thrusts, "Choso, you're not an anal virgin are you?" He's a moaning mess under you, whimpering and letting out obscene sounds at every corner the strap-on hits inside him.

"Mnghh...N-no—"

You yank him from behind by his hair, forcing his face up from the pillow till he can feel your breath against his neck.

"Eek—!" he yelps.

"You lied to me, didn't you?"

He realizes where you're going with this and panics, "I-I didn't mean— I'm so sorry, PLEASE! [Name], I promise, I won't do it again, I'll be so good, so, so, good...!"

"How can I know for sure?" You say with a deep thrust. Choso's belly reveals just a small bump. "You've been such a rude and bratty little slut. I won't trust a whore that isn't mine."

"NGHH!! Yours— I— AHN! I'll be yours, ma'am!"

"Good boy."

You slow the pace down and let him slump into the sheets and cum all over them. He whines and twitches as he does so.

Slowly pulling the strap-on out of him, you undo the harnesses and buckles entirely, revealing your wet panties.

"We're not done yet, Choso—"

Before you can even finish, he's already got your legs spread and his head in between them.

"Ngh...let this be your extra service, ma'am..." He gives you a cum-hungry, yet disoreinted expression. It's like he's high off your sex.

A moment passes before you're able to respond, "Well, go on..."

You almost scream at how eagerly Choso smothers his face into your clothed pussy. He inhales the scent like it's cologne, and looks up at you with happily defeated eyes. He slowly pulls down your panties, and after a good sniff, gets to work on your pussy.

"Ahn...yes, suck my clit," you moan with your fingers tightly grabbing onto his hair.

He licks and sucks even more eagerly, eating you out like it's his last meal before death row.

"Mmmph..mmf, sho tasssty..."

"Yeah? I bet it is. That's the taste of surrender, do you understand? You've surrendered, you pathetic cunt."

"Mm..mmph..yeshh..~"

Clearly he doesn't care about his pride and dignity like he did before. You push his head down on the bed and sit on his face, taking more control over the situation and grinding on his tongue as you please. Obscene sounds of Choso's tongue working its magic on you and your pleased moans fill the room.

Your eyes go back to the dick piercing you spotted on him earlier. Normally, you wouldn't do this, but just look how nicely his cock is decorated for you. You go down on him too, biting on the piercing and tugging it. He mewls into your pussy and you smack his inner thighs, reminding him to not stop licking.

Eventually the both of you reach release into each other's mouths. You get off Choso and turn to face him, grabbing his jaw. As you kiss him, you spit his own semen down his throat. He happily receives it, and swallows.

"There's your tip."

He grins like a mindless puppy at your words.

The morning after, you wake early and get dressed, trying you best not to wake Choso up. Right as you scour your wallet for the cash you owe him, he grabs your hand.

"[Name]."

You gasp and almost drop your wallet. Well, at least he remembers your name.

"No need for that," he continues, "just come back next time and teach me my place again..."

"I mean...let me at least give you 50—" you're honesly not quite sure why you're so flustered, even though you literally took away Choso's ability to walk properly for the next few days. Maybe it's how beautiful his face is from all those tears of pleasure last night.

"No, [Name]. You were right, I didn't deserve shit after how I treated you. But you still taught me a lesson. So please just...come again. For me, specifically."

You can't believe your ears. He was so high and mighty less than 24 hours ago. And now he's wrapped around your finger. He takes your hand and caresses his own face with it.

"Come again for extra service," he smiles and kisses your palm.

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚 "put the gun to my head, miss" 𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

pairing: sub! hostage! sang-jun (the guard from squid game) x dom! fem! player! reader tw: gun play, humping, name calling, degradation, light humiliation, slapping names used: miss, dipshit, bitch, whore, pain slut, slut a/n: guys what if the hot guard didn't fucking die after like 2 seconds??

Ever since the games started, you've been questioning your own reality.

Who knew you could push someone down in the game of red light green light and use the corpse as a shield for yourself? Who knew you could stab someone mercilessly with a fork you found in the wrapped gimbap "just in case they stabbed you first"?

Who knew you could be standing in front of one of the guards, forcing him to his knees with the gun you stole off his dead comrades...?

You hear the talk all the time from the other players. They wonder if you're too dangerous to bring on their mission to stage a revolt against the front man. You wonder if you're dangerous enough.

Your hand shakes slightly as you point the gun to the guard's mask.

"Take it off."

He hesitates. Clearly, he's terrifed. That's cute. You smack his head with the gun.

"I said take it off."

His shaky hands remove the mask and reveal a face cover. You instruct him to take it off as well. The other players, now armed and loaded, watch with bated breath.

He's beautiful. His eyes look up into yours helplessly as Gihun puts his hands behind his head. You should hate him. But you've always been a sucker for pretty boys. And this boy sure is pretty.

Soon, you're holding your gun to the guard's back as he leads your group to the control room. It's uncomfortably silent. Everyone is tense as they follow in a single-file line behind the guard. You decide its about time you get to know him.

"Hey, guard."

He flinches and looks back at you, frightened and questioning why you're addressing him.

"Don't stop in your tracks, keep walking. We ain't got forever."

He rushes forward, embarresed.

"W—what is it...miss?" he says.

"You got a name?"

At this point, everyone else behind you two looks at you quizzically, wondering why in the hell you're chatting with the guard like it's a casual tuesday.

"It's...yes. Yes, I do."

"Well, what is it?? You think I don't know you got a name? I'm expecting to hear the goddamn name, dipshit."

"I— but you asked— ah..." he replies, taken aback by your crass language, "Lee Sang-jun, miss..."

"I'm [name]. But keep calling me 'miss'. Suits you, or whatever."

He nods and keeps walking forward. Actually, he's increased his pace up a bit. Maybe he wants to get away from you as quick as possible, but you're not going to let that happen.

Suddenly gun shots fly out and you take cover. Damn, the other guards caught up. You scan the area and see all the guards taking station across the stair case your group is on. This is bad. Gihun yells out, instructing everyone to take cover. Everyone shoots aimlessly at the other side. Guns are reloaded, and bullets wasted, and the process repeats. This is going nowhere. You look to the side and see the guard, Sang-jun, about to make a run for it. Right as he jumps up to start sprinting, you grab him by the hair and yank him down. He yelps in pain.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going, huh? You're staying with me. If you get shot dead, you're my human shield, you fucking understand me??"

"You bitch—!"

He attempts to make an attack and swings his fist towards your face. You dodge back just in time and smack him across the face. Your gun clicks as you press it against his temple.

"Do that again, you stupid whore," you sneer. "Go on."

He shudders and slowly reaches his burning cheek. He gasps and pants, clearly shocked.

"You...you..."

"Hit you? I did. Next time you test me, I blow your brains out."

He lets out a pathetic sound, a cross between a whimper and a groan of frustration. Nevertheless, it turned you on. Oh, you're insane.

"Come, everyone's running out of ammo. You take me to the control room in the mean time—"

"Not so fast, [name]," Player 1 interjects. "You can't go there alone with a guard. I'll join you."

"Ugh, man—"

"[Name]. It's dangerous. You can't hold out on your own."

Player 1, also known as Oh Young-il, stares down at Sang-jun with what seems to be a glare. Unlike when Sang-jun looked into your eyes, he's shocked but quiet when he meets Young-il's gaze. He turns to you, his expression unreadable.

"Miss..."

"What???" you ask irritably, not sensing the tension between Sang-jun and Young-il. Sang-jun leans in ans whispers in your ear, knowing full well he's under the Front Man's watchful eye and doing his best to compose himself despite it. He can't tell you everything, so he does anything but that.

"Miss, you can't take him with you."

You try to shake him off as you groan, not listening, "Ugh, why're you whispering—"

He grabs your arm and pulls you closer, whispering again in your ear in a more frantic manner.

"Miss, please. That man is more dangerous than you think. And if you can't trust me, then...then keep your gun to my head — without the safety. Just shoot me if anything goes wrong. Please, miss."

Damn, he's desperate. You'd be lying if you said you weren't surprised. But you suppose its a win-win if you go alone with Sang-jun. He gets to be far from Young-il for whatever reason you don't know, and you get the potential to spend "quality time" with him.

You turn to Young-il and reject his request, "Sorry, man. I think it's better if you help the others hold the fort here. We'll bring more ammo once we find some."

Taking Sang-jun's hand, you abruptly pull him away from the gun battle between the players and the guards. You push him roughly in front of you, take the safety off your gun, and press the barrel against his back.

"You told me to do this, so I will."

He reluctantly nods, his adam's apple bobbing as he gulps.

After a while, you find yourself in a series of limitless halls and empty rooms.

"Hey," you smack Sang-jun's back with your gun. "You playing tricks on me, dipshit?? Where the hell are we?"

"Agh—! Miss, please just... there's just many halls. The control room is quite far."

"We need ammo, do you understand!? We get ammo first before finding that room. Our people are dying back there!"

"Your people...miss."

...That's right. He's technically not on your side.

"If you don't find me bullets soon, I won't hesitate to stick one through your heart."

Before you can react, a hoard of guards appear and take cover behind the walls. You freeze, not being able to process what's happening before a strong pair of arms pulls you in and away from the shooting bullets. You gasp and turn to find yourself in Sang-jun's arms. He snatches the gun from your hand and your heart sinks, expecting him to shoot you right then and there. But he shoots them. His people.

Several minutes later, the coast is clear and Sang-jun stands. He obediently collects the magazines off the corpses of his comrades and hands them to you.

"Let's keep goi—" You cut him off by pulling him down by his arm and capturing his lips with yours.

He's still for a moment before he kisses back. Good, he must've sensed the sexual tension between you two. You press him against the all and unzip his pink jumpsuit, revealing a black compression shirt and boxers. You tug the shirt up and decorate his breasts and abdomen with bites and marks. His moans and yelps fill the air.

"M-miss...if anyone sees us..."

"They won't."

You tug his boxers down, his hardened and leaking cock springing out. It's red with need. You quickly think of ideas. If only you had more time with him. But this has to be quick, you need to return to the group with the ammo.

Your hands release Sang-jun and he lets out a confused whimper. But that whimper turns into a pathetic squeal when you suddenly press your knee against his cock.

"A-AH—! Miss...!"

"Shhh, we don't have much time." You gently move your knee up and down his member, watching him writhe in pleasure. "Please yourself, Sang-jun. Buck your hips against my knee."

He blinks at you. Did he hear you right?

"But...can't you—"

"I won't move a single muscle. So work for your release if you ever wanna cum."

He reluctantly nods and begins to buck his hips. He mewls and whines as he chases his orgasm, begging and calling you "miss". You watch him helplessly struggle to get off.

"I can't cum like this! Miss, please!"

"You can and you will. Keep up. You have one minute until we get going."

"Then..haah..just one thing, miss?"

"What is it?"

"Please put the gun to my head, miss."

Oho. What a surprise. You press the gun against his temple.

"There you go. You like knowing I can shoot you dead any second? Fucking pain slut, aren't you?" You even slap him in the same spot you slapped him earlier. He lets out a cry of pain and pleasure.

"Ngh..! Yes!"

"Say it, slut." You slap him again.

"I'm a fucking pain slut!"

"Yeah, that's right. You're so close aren't you?" You coo. "Cum, baby." You poke his temple roughly with the gun.

"M-MISS, I—! AHNNNN~~!!"

...

...

Soon, you and Sang-jun return to the rest of the players and give them the ammo you collected.

"What was the hold-up!?" one of the players ask.

You glance at Sang-jun's shaken figure. He's trying so hard to look like he didn't just orgasm from humping your knee, getting slapped, and being threatened with a gun.

You look back at the player.

"The guard fucked up the directions."

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚 ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ 𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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