#gitae kim × reader | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

wannaeatramyeon · 7 months ago

Text

Being Goo Kim's Secret Friend: Gitae Kim

2.2k. G/N. Gitae Kim x reader. Reader is morally grey. Gets spicy (Prequel-ish: An Introduction) Other Masterlists

“So, let me get this straight."

"Mm." Goo hums, meaning go ahead.

"You're paying me to babysit?"

"Man-sit," he interjects.

"Whatever." You flap your hand, "but I am looking after this person, correct?"

"Yes my little sweetpea." Goo rests his head on your shoulder, so close you could count his eyelashes and see the way his pupils dilate. "It's my secret friend's first time back in Seoul after being away. It'll be good for you to show him around."

"...I'm charging my usual rate."

"Sure-"

"And you're covering our expenses."

He rolls his eyes, "Ugh, fine."

Gitae Kim, from what you have managed to find out, is patricidal and a powerful man with unsavoury dealings.

"Play nice," was Goo's parting advice when you came to him with your concerns.

"Play nice?!" You say, voice shrill. Goo grins.

"Fuck you, my rate just tripled."

The grin drops and is replaced by a scowl.

"I thought we could try this place. It serves the best yukhoe." You gaze over to Gitae sitting in the passenger seat as you navigate the roads, checking if there's any response.

Nothing.

"Raw beef tartare." You explain, "I've heard you can be bloodthirsty."

His eyes flicker to you and you give him your most charming smile.

Head resting in your palm and elbow on the table, you observe him.

You find his table manners leaves a lot to be desired and watching him has put you off your own meal.

He eats like a beast but if the ferocity that he attacks his food is anything to go by, you're right on the money with guessing his taste.

"Let's get you another drink," you murmur, signalling for the staff. "Goo will kill me if you choke to death and I'm not practised with the heimlich."

"That was good, right?" You ask, striding alongside and trying to match Gitae step for step as he ignores you.

"I think you enjoyed it. Or you look like you did. I'm not really a fan of raw anything to be honest but gotta be a good host." You direct a smile his way and he hasn't even glanced over at you. You shrug it off and continue to ramble. "I'm still pretty hungry. There's a really good bubble tea place round here and they have a limited edition drink I want to get-"

"No," Gitae cuts in rudely.

"It won't take five minutes."

"No." He repeats, indicating there's no room for argument.

"Aww, cmon," you pout and he once again continues to ignore you. You consider going anyway, with or without Gitae.

Goo, face scrunched up in anger and shrieking obscenities, pops into your mind's eye when you imagine telling him that you might have lost his secret friend because you wanted a bubble tea.

"Fine," you grumble and throw Gitae a dirty look.

Gapryong's eldest is a man of few words and it only adds to his intimidating and menacing aura.

You've seen his list of achievements and he is not someone you want as an enemy. But when someone is this difficult, your default is to try and see what response you can get out of them.

"You know they have vapes now," you signal at the pipe hanging from his belt as you continue to walk next to him.

"Do you smoke?" you ask, and expectedly, he doesn't respond,

"No? I guess it's cool you're committing to it for aesthetic reasons." Then dammit, you wonder what has gotten into you. Maybe it's hanging out with Goo too much because you can't help but add, "Even if it makes you a bit... y'know."

He slows, looking over at you at the same time that you pull a face. Indicating clearly you meant 'cringe' even if you didn't say it aloud.

"You do you though," you say, giving him a thumbs up.

He looks at you for a beat longer, head tilted and eyes narrowed, before continuing on his way with you scurrying to catch up.

By the end of the first week, Gitae has responded to exactly three things that you've said.

The second week, he's still mostly silent but he actually looks at you sometimes when you talk.

The third week, he calls you by your name when he demands your attention and you're surprised that he even knows who you are.

And the fourth - you manage to make him laugh.

Ok, maybe laugh is a bit generous, but he exhales harder than usual and you're sure he's at least amused.

GItae thinks you're strange.

You run your mouth like you don't know who you're talking to, though you anticipate his needs and preferences like you've been studying him for most of your life.

You're this side of irritating, but not irritating enough that he wants to kill you.

And, the few times he tunes in to your comments, he admits that he finds you quite entertaining.

No-one has spoken to him like you do in a long time. There's a refreshing honesty to your words, and he's also confident that you're not going to stab him in the back at any second to wrest control of his cartel territory, which is also a welcome change from his usual company

It means that he can relax around you, or relax as much as someone like him can..

All in all, progress. Gitae finds himself trusting you like you're his second-in-command.

"What do you do for fun?" You ask. Gitae doesn't respond.

Right, you think, back to ignoring me.

You roll your eyes and start to ramble about this and that. You tell him that you're chronically online, giving a wry smile, and say it's a general side effect of your job but at least it's interesting to know the ins and outs of a few things.

Really though, maybe you should consider taking up some exercise to get fit or even as a form of self defence with your line of work and the people you come into contact with (you give Gitae a side eye at this) but it's kinda hard to find the time and-

"I can teach you," comes Gitae's low voice.

"What?"

"I can teach you," he repeats and your mouth drops open in shock.

Ok, as far as bad ideas go, this is a terrible one.

First, Gitae is huge. There is no chance you could even win in a spar or anything against him. You doubt even bullets would be able to penetrate that muscle.

Second, there is a lot of close contact and even more touching.

You aim a punch with all your might at him, any part of him. He deflects without effort, capturing your fist in his palm and he pulls you to his body. Chest against your back, wrapping his arms around you and pinning your own to your side as you try to wriggle out of his grasp.

He leans down to murmur into your ear. "You're very weak." You can feel his voice rumbling through his chest. "But you're very fun."

Your eyes snap to his at his words.

He's grinning, for the first time you've been with him. Eyes crazed and pupils blown, breath hot on your skin.

"Thanks!" You dip your head just before throwing it back sharply, connecting to Gitae's nose with a loud crack.

Gitae's nose isn't broken though it is bruised.

You apologise profusely and he tells you you have nothing to apologise for.

"It's a great hit."

You halt in your apologies, peering up at him through your lashes with a smug smirk, "I know."

Your response plays on his mind.

The lift of your lips, the sharpness of your smile, the confidence in your eyes, that half-lidded gaze.

"I know."

Gitae sees you in a new light.

He has enough of an understanding of Goo Kim to know that he's selective with his secret friends, and you have talked enough that Gitae also understands you play the role of brain rather than brawn.

Though he did not expect such viciousness to hide under your veneer, or you to be capable of such an underhanded move.

He's impressed.

"Why do all these shows make Mexico so blue?" You ask, watching a scene unfold on your phone. "Is it actually?"

You hold out the device to Gitae, some drama show playing and Mexico is indeed blue tinged.

"No."

"Hmm. It'll be cool to see for myself." You murmur, pulling your phone back.

Gitae pauses. The idea of you in his territory is very appealing. He can demonstrate to you exactly the kind of man he is, the power he wields. He can relish the impressed (or horrified) look on your face.

"I can show you," he says and you beam at the offer.

"Deal!"

“How many people have you killed with this?” you flex your hands, signalling ‘gimme’ and Gitae passes over his axe.

“Too many to count.”

“Cool,” you say nonchalantly, testing your grip. Gitae gives you a strange look.

“I gather intel, remember. That’s my thing,” you say, swinging the axe experimentally a few times and appreciating the heft behind it.

The meaning is clear: I know all your secrets and Gitae, to his surprise, feels some respite at this fact.

"Fuck," you squirm to no avail, trapped underneath Gitae as he looks down at you lazily, inches from your face.

Your wrists are pinned above your head, held in place by his grip as his other hand rests, light but threatening, on your throat.

You have had a few other training sessions since the first one, and the way they had gone was all pure luck. You had managed to gain the upperhand by complete fluke.

This time you feel completely stuck. Movement completely restricted. Gitae straddles your hips and you’re left unable to escape. You have no way to get close and cause any damage.

"Looks like you lose," he says.

You buck your hips, trying to throw him off but the weight and strength difference is too vast. He barely moves even with all your effort and you’re left more dishevelled than before. Shirt riding up and hair in your eyes and mouth.

“Fuck,” you groan again, elongating the word and pouting.

You peer up at Gitae and find his eyes flicking between your jutted out bottom lip and your sliver of skin on show.

An idea pops into your head. It may be your worst one yet.

Throwing caution to the wind, you tilt your head up in one swift movement and kiss Gitae full on the mouth. You make contact harder than anticipated, almost clashing your teeth painfully together but adjusting the angle just in time.

His body stills when he realises what you’re doing.

“Why-” he asks, pulling away, and you take advantage of the distance to nip at his bottom lip and reel him back in.

Gitae’s thoughts are cut off.

You bite down roughly, feel your sharp canines punctuating skin.

Blood bursts onto your tongue and he lets out a guttural groan, eyes boring into yours and darkened with lust.

His other hand releases your wrist, caressing over your body, slipping down until it reaches your bare exposed skin. He slides his palm under your top, long, thick fingers splaying over your ribs.

With your hands now free, you continue kissing him, mingling spit and saliva and bursts of metallic tang.

You squirm and this time, Gitae gives in to what you want; rearranging his position without breaking contact. Tongue delving into your mouth. Tasting you as you wrap your legs around his hips.

Taking advantage of the situation, you hug your arms around his neck and use your body as leverage to flip him over. Straddling him as his hardness grinds into you and his hands circle your waist to press your body close.

You can feel exactly how turned on he is, how much he wants you. And god, you’re just as fucking horny. You want him just as badly, except now you’ve managed to climb on top, the whole point of this came rushing back. You absolutely hate yourself for stopping this but-

It’s the principle.

“You know,” you murmur into his mouth, then pushing up off his chest to sit up, “I think I’ve won. Again”

Gitae frowns at the sudden loss of contact, “What?”

“I’ve won. Pretend this is a knife,” you smirk, holding your hand against his throat, in an almost-mirror image of your previous position. “I would have killed you.”

Gitae’s eyes widened in surprise, “You did this… to win?”

“Yep!”

“I didn’t expect you to play so dirty.” He says, grinning maniacally as the pieces click into place and he finds himself completely captivated.

“I play as dirty as I need to,” you tell him, tongue swiping out to lick the remnants of his blood from your lips before dipping your head down to kiss him and continue where you left off.

#lookism #lookism x reader #gitae kim #kitae kim #kim gitae #gitae kim x reader #kim gitae x reader #a little bit of the classic ->#goo kim x reader #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #wannaeatramyeon

824 notes · View notes

4only1 · 8 months ago

Text

Best Friends Brother

Gitae Kim x Reader Word Count: 1002 Masterlist ------------------------

You had just returned from meeting Bongae Choi with Jake. After stopping for a quick meal, the two of you were walking down Big Deal’s street.

You had known Jake since childhood, having grown up with him alongside Jerry. You had mutual respect for each other, and even if you weren’t much of a fighter, he knew you could handle yourself if need be.

Jake cleaned his teeth with a toothpick while you walked beside him, your phone out, trying to call Sinu Han, who wasn’t answering. It was starting to irritate you that he wasn’t answering, I mean he didn’t have much to do, so why wasn’t he answering you?

Ahead of you and Jake, you finally see Sinu, along with a very tall and muscular man. Dare you say, handsome? (You do dare). They seemed to be fighting, but that was the last thing on your mind. You first had to complain to Sinu about him not answering your phone calls.

“Sinu, why aren’t you answering your phone? Seriously Jake, we don’t have to bring him with us do we?” You exclaim, redirecting the last question towards the man beside you, who seems to ignore you.

“We were gonna get rice sou-, hey what’s with the vibes here?” Jake says, dropping the toothpick to the ground as the stranger comes up and hugs him before saying “Found you” in a deep gruff voice.

The stranger was way better looking up close. Yep, you do dare say handsome. The scene however confuses you. Did Jake know this guy? Why were they hugging? It didn’t make much sense because you knew all of Jake’s friends and this wasn’t one of them.

“Finally, the last one” A deep voice breaks through your train of thought. This stranger is now hugging Jake to his side, holding onto one of the gloves Jake’s father, Gapryong Kim, left him.

“Huh, last one? You mean father’s glove” Jake questions the strange man. You pipe up, giving your two cents on what was happening.

“They are nice gloves Jake, you have to admit that” This leads the stranger to finally take note of you. He makes prolonged eye contact with you as he brings a smoking pipe and lighter to his lips, where a smirk forms. Wait…you know that lighter, it’s Jake’s mothers!

“She said she would give it to me if I didn’t kill her son. Your mom requested to not shed blood amongst relatives.”. Relatives? It all clicked, they didn’t look identical but there were some similarities. The hair, the nose, that jawline, this was Jake’s half-brother, Gitae Kim!

“I’m gonna ask you a question. If I don’t like your answer I’ll kill you” Gitae states, thickening the tension that was already in the air. He wouldn’t actually kill Jake, would he?

“What do you think of Gapryong Kim?”. After hearing the question, Jake grabs Gitae’s shirt collar and looks up at him. Jake is already a big guy, but Gitae is ridiculously huge. He could crush you with one hand if he wanted to. I can only hope that Gitae hates Gapryong Kim just as much as Jake. I don’t doubt his strength, but I doubt he could fight Gitae, the man was quite literally built differently.

You weren’t listening but soon see Gitae pickup Jake like he is a baby. Holy Shit! That is the only thought that crosses your mind at what you are witnessing. That and how good-looking Gitae is, but that isn’t important right now (or is it?). You heard the man say something in what you guessed to be Spanish before saying something that sent a chill down your spine.

“The only one among his children. I didn’t like any of the other guys.” It was starting to make sense. He had the lighter and pipe, and that shirt and hat looked familiar to you as well. Was he killing his father’s children and collecting the parts of his father that were left to them!

As soon as he put Jake down on the ground, his attention turned back to you. You held your breath as he walked over and towered over you. You had kinda hoped he forgot about you, but also, the aura this man held interested you. You wanted to know more about him.

He held his hand out towards you before asking in probably the kindest tone he could muster, that still somehow sounded emotionless “Let me use your phone.”. Your body moved on its own, placing the phone you’ve been holding in your hand all this time into his.

You saw him typing in something before a phone rang out. He pulled it from out of his pocket and declined the call. Then he returns the call from his phone to your phone. After pocketing his phone, he began doing something else. When he turned the phone back around, it was on a new contact saved as ‘Gitae Kim’.

“I added myself to your contacts, so make sure you answer when I message or call.”. In a state of shock, all you could do was nod at this information. “What’s your name?” Gitae’s deep gruff voice says. Is it possible to fall in love with a man like this after what you just witnessed? Anything is possible I guess.

“(y/n) (l/n)”. A smirk places itself on Gitae’s face as he reaches down to take the hat off his waistband. You hear Sinu, who has moved next to you whisper ‘I thought he hated romance?’ before turning to look at you baffled.

“I hope to see you later,” Gitae says before turning around and placing the hat on his head. “I haven’t had this much fun in ages, little brother.”. With that, he walked away, leaving you, Jake and Sinu in shock. As the three of you stood there, looking at Gitae walking into the distance, you couldn’t help but speak what was on your mind.

“Jake, your brother is kinda hot”

“(Y/N)!!!!”

------------------------

I have to admit it is kinda hard to write an x reader for a character who hates romance. I did my best, even if the romance is barely there.

There are probably a million spelling errors but I just wanted to get this out there. Idk why but this man is the one I've decided to stan. Probably because I like Jake so much too lol.

#gitae kim #lookism gitae #lookism #jake kim #lookism spoilers #gitae kim x reader #sinu han #Lookism chapter 519 #kitae kim #kitae kim x reader #lookism x reader

523 notes · View notes

kumasakka · 3 months ago

Note

Hiii! Can you do how lookism men reaction will be about reader asking them “what if I disappear one day?” or “what if I disappeared one day, what you will do?”

Like hudson, gun, goo, eli jang, taeso ma, James lee and other characters.

Sorry if there was any mistakes, my english is not good. 😅

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ? ❞

little headcanon — how will the lookism cast answer or react to that question?

“Find you. But it's not like I'd let you leave my sight.”

JAMES LEE. JAKE KIM. JICHANG KWAK. Daniel Park. Hudson Ahn.

“...I'm not letting you go anymore.”

JOHAN SEONG. SEONGJI YUK. Daniel Park. euntae lee (vasco). jerry kwon.

“Is this your way of breaking up?”

ELI JANG. SEONGJI YUK. Jake Kim. Warren Chae. Jaegyeon Na. jace park. ryuhei kuroda. eugene.

Panicks, thinking you would leave soon.

JAY HONG. DANIEL PARK.

Blinks several times before returning back to his work. He will not answer such stupid question.

GUN PARK. SAMUEL SEO. Gitae Kim. eugene. diego kang.

“Search across the whole world, hang up missing posters, incite world chaos.”

GOO KIM. SINU HAN. ZACK LEE. Ryuhei Kuroda. eugene. taesoo ma.

a/n's note — never ever let me rank again. bY THE WAY I'M SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE.

281 notes · View notes

professionalgooner69 · 2 months ago

Text

"oh he wouldnt do that"

" he's a red flag"

" he'll probably cheat on you irl"

SHUT TF UP, THESE ARE MY CANONS WHICH ARE INSIDE MY HEAD. IF I SAY THEY'RE WILLING TO BE IMPREGNATED BY ME, THEN THEY ARE.

Man my canons are so strong they couldve singlehandedly prevented Pearl harbor (affectionate) 😭💀

#gun x reader #jinrang x reader #goo x reader #samuel seo x reader #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #toji x reader #aizawa x reader #gitae kim x reader #shiu x reader #nanami x reader #geto x reader #hakari x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #sebastian x reader #Jjk #lookism #bnha #black butler

290 notes · View notes

vinjinssunglasses · 3 months ago

Text

──────────✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✩─────────

✩ character: kim gitae ✩ summary: you were someone who’d be strict on herself, not letting her serious side falter. Until some cocky (ahem..) criminal in the rain you feel pity for makes you change your ways. ✩ cw : smut; p in v, fingering, oral (fem receiving), cunnilingus ✩ w/c: around 5k ✩ a/n: 2025, choibongpalsglasses back? not my best work, and excuse my mistakes 😭🙏

──────────✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✩──────────

As the big boss of a luxurious company, you’re known for your innovative ability to design products and market it to the public, incredible enough to make it seem as if there were no negative sides to said material. As a leader, you were notorious for your excellent creative and professional exterior, praised for your numerous awards. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say your company is one of the most known in the world.

And because of the abundance of positive feedback and an overall positive outlook, not even the press would even think for a second you’d be fucking around with a cartel in the background.

Tall and dangerous, your exact type. The thrill of having someone able to destroy you in a blink made your veins pop. Maybe that’s why you approached him that rainy night, even if you weren’t looking for a one night stand. He had dark circles with pitch black eyes, one that glistened under the flickering lamppost’s golden light, a tall stature and a grin that could have any lady fawn. Despite his situation, he was cocky and arrogant, constantly making offensive and playful remarks. From the way his gaze lowered from your face to your body when you spoke, you could tell he was also clearly infatuated with you. If only you could play with him one more time, let him sway you off your tiptoes with his smooth, classy voice, and kiss the back of your hand like a hopeless romantic one more time.

So you gave up on that dream. Hey, what’s the point of waiting if it’ll never come? Of course, you had better things to worry about, like your internal affairs and meetings, running your business is not exactly easy work. Anything to distract you off of that man’s siren-like aura and your depriving mental state. Money skyrocketed, stocks increasing while all your employees got a raise after what people thought would be the downfall of the company. No question you saved the millions you so rightfully earned.

Even after all of that, you didn’t forget his presence. For crying out loud, it was one night. He was riding his motorcycle, you presumed, and he’d crashed. Only managing to crawl his way to a lamppost because his knee had gotten injured from the crash, he rested there, no hope in sight.

Releasing a sigh, he rested his head back upon the thin pole, letting the heavy rain pour onto his face, trickling into his mouth. That night you were driving home slowly on the same street, going as slow as you pleased since there weren’t any cars behind you, and they could easily overtake you. Time seemed to move slow you watched the wiper blades drag across the windshields surface. Until you caught a strange man sitting against a pole in the rain, without an umbrella and wearing clothes not suitable. Feeling sympathy, one which you rarely felt, you quickly pulled over your car and rushed to the figure who rested there.

He looked up at you, taking in the sight of your face. Stern, serious yet bewitching, one that he couldn’t peel his eyes off of for a second.

“Sir? Are you..” You expected an answer, yet he only stared through his half-lidded eyes for a quick moment, maintaining eye contact. At the second ‘sir’, he snapped back into reality, running his hand through his soaked strands.

“It’s what it looks like. I’ve gotten into an accident. I’m glad a lovely lady like you has come to save me.” He smirked, looking up at you with eyes like a cheetah weighing down its prey.

“In your dreams.” You damn well knew your worth, maybe that’s why you were still single. Holding your ground, you scoffed, holding the umbrella nice his head, extending your hand.

“I have a leg injury from the crash. I can’t walk.” He intertwined his fingers into yours, licking his lips cheekily.

“Then why’d you take my hand?” Your lips curled up into a dumbfounded, slightly disgusted expression, your eyebrows raising at his stupid words.

“Your hands are sexy, why else? What man would ever reject such pretty hands like yours?”

“Be quiet. I can just drive off and leave you here if I wanted to.” He groaned, making a pouty face at you.

“Feisty.” Softly chuckling, he grabbed onto the dripping lamppost and tried to gain his balance, slipping and groaning. For a man in pain, he sounded oddly intimate. “Help me out, won’t ‘cha?”

You took his arm upon your shoulder, guiding him to the chair. Perhaps it was inevitable your recently done hair got drenched by the rain as well. To be expected, he was heavy; he was tall and quite muscular judging by the tear of his tank top under his biker’s jacket. Resting him into the passenger's seat with such effort, he passed you a wink before watching you walk to the driver's seat.

“So… Where do you live?”You turned your gaze to him. “Take me out to dinner first.” He threw his head back on the seat, blowing kissy faces as you. If he wasn’t injured, you probably would’ve punched him already. “In all honesty, I live very far from here, and I doubt you’d wanna drive that far.”

Heading that, you sighed, deadpanning at the stranger. Taking him to yours wouldn’t be that bad, I mean, what’s he do with a broken leg. “I’ll take you to mine, but no funny business or I’ll kick you out.”

“Yes ma’am.” He smiled, letting out a low chuckle. It was silent apart from the squeaking of the windscreen wipers trying to wash the rain away, yet it was no use. In a way, it felt like a reflection of your life. Rather you should be more worried about the man sitting next to you.

“Name. What’s your name?” You asked, your voice breaking the agonising lack of conversation. It’d be better off for you if you atleast know something about the man next to you.

“I’m yours.” A smug, flirty smirk came upon his lips, his sexiness making you steer the wheel inaccordingly. Clearing your throat, you retorted:

“Not funny, what’s your name?”

“Names Gitae, Kim Gitae.” Gitae clicked his tongue, hand wandering to your thigh, “And yours?”

“Be quiet.” Your eyes wanders themselves to his fingers which drummed upon your thigh. “What do you want?”

“Just wanna see what’s under this skirt, is that so illegal?” From his suggestive words, you bite your lip and smile. Your eyes lift to his seductive gaze. There’s no doubt the sexual energy is lingering between you two, and it seems he’s made the first move.

“You’re injured. And we’re nearly there.” You dismiss the chance to have a taste of him. It was the only excuse you could pull out the box anyway. Why didn’t you pull over and let him take the lead? Perhaps it’s because you’re not looking for connection, even if this is a rare find. He may be expecting more than just sex, and as your role as CEO prevents you from having time for a lover, you’d prefer not. Never would you ever give up such money and power for a person.

You walked —while he stumbled— Gitae up to your penthouse, entering the code and letting him in.

“An angel like you has an angelic place as well, huh? How luxurious. Can’t wait to see the bedroom.” Gitae winks, taking off his jacket, hanging it wherever he pleases like he owned the place. You always aspired to keep your place tidy, with vases full of fake flowers and the tiles left shiny. Your heels clacked against the marble floors, falling with a thud as you swept them off messily, following his stumbles to your living room. With a groan, Gitae slumped onto the comfortable sofa, breathing rapidly to try and distract himself from the pain. You hadn’t realised he’d been acting all cocky to bear the pain throbbing from his knee.

“You like wine?” You gazed up at him, the tension palpable between you as the room went silent. He nodded, and you dismissed the aura in the room while walking towards your kitchen. Gitae’s eyes followed the gentle sway of your hips, your confident stride and the final glance you took at him before finally leaving, saying a firm ‘don’t touch anything’.

You didn’t know what it is — you grasped your hand around a cup and one of your usual finest wines, it’s such a habit to impress after everything— but it’s something between the two of you. The way he turns his gaze to you; it’s magnetic, teasing and confident. And fuck, you love it.

To impress, you take the finest wines out of your cabinets, one you’ve been dying to take a sip of. Bringing the bottle and two wine glasses with you, he stood up to take them from you with a wink.

“Let me pour it, m’lady.” He softly spoke, licking the insides of his lips sensually. For some odd reason, that made a smile subconsciously spread over your lips, wondering what he could do with that tongue. Couldn’t lick your ear, gently nibbling on the tender skin? Gently drag his lips to your neck, leaving hickeys to claim you as his? Or travel down to your aching cunt, torturing your clit with his gentle flicks? Your throat bobbed as you swallowed back a breathy sigh, taking your freshly poured glass.

“Sit down here.” Gitae threw himself back against the couch, slapping his hand against his thigh provocatively. They looked so inviting, and the perfect seat right after his face. Taking a big gulp of your wine, you cleared all the worthless thoughts out of your mind and focused at the real task at hand — this tall stranger in your house.

He was unbelievablely handsome.

“Be quiet.” You scowled, taking a seat next to him instead, crossing your legs like you knew businsss. Every so often your gaze would travel up to meet his, to which Gitae smirked and winked, making your heart flutter. Now that you think about it, he’s unbelievably handsome. Even with that wound in his stomach and dripping wet hair, he still has that “bad boy” charm that you can’t get enough of. Taking another large sip of your wine, you panted as soon as the glass parted from your lips. Are you insane? You’re remarkable for your indecency and lack of tolerance for misbehaviour, romance and the sort. So why now, with some criminal looking bastard are you throwing it all away?

“Woah, easy there, princess. Got a lot on ya mind?” Gitae chuckled, easing up the atmosphere. You grit your teeth at him to which he laughed off, tangling his fingers in your strands, leaning in closer. “Don’t get drunk too quickly.”

“And why do you care? How strong is it?” Deadpanning with an arrogant tone, you grabbed the bottle and checked: 15% vol. Whatever, you’re no lightweight. As long as you don’t gauge down the whole bottle like you do most nights, hangover the next morning but dragging yourself surviving on a cup of coffee, you’d be fine.

“You’re cute.” Gitae took a gulp of his own glass, letting his arm rest on the armrest. “What about my injuries? I seek immediate attention. How cruel can you be?” He spoke in a teasing matter, acting if he’s been utterly betrayed.

But is it so right to leave an uninvited guest alone, without a clue about this bastard? He’s sitting there like he owns the place, wetting your floors and sofa but that’s the least of your concerns. Judging by his frame, he could possibly tip you over and throw you out the window, pull out a gun at any second — nonetheless find that secret safe of yours—

“Hey, sweetheart, finished daydreaming?” Gitae calls out, snapping you right back to reality. Again, you’re overthinking it, just like you always do. With a sigh, you stand up from where you were sat, the glass resting on a table with a soft clunk. His eyes followed each of your lousy moments, then trailed up to yours to where they both met.

“Wait here. Your leg is injured, right? Don’t do anything stupid.” You sighed, telling him off like a kid who’s had too many sweets. Walking off, you turned your back to face him to give him a glare to show your seriousness, to which he blew a kiss in response. It’s not as if that stupid wink and flirty attitude was actually getting to you, right? Or so you wanted to think. But what did Gitae think of you? In his eyes, you were utterly charming without even realising it. He could already tell a strong woman with priorities like you could rock his world, and your firm attitude only made him subconsciously fall for you even more. Gitae throws his head back and lets out a low chuckle, a satisfied grin washing over his face as he takes a deep breaths.

It’s odd he feels this way, as a drug lord he already knows what he has to do: murder, torture and distribute. There’s no room for personal feelings nor freedom in the world he’s surrounded himself in. He’s met all types of women: the poor ones that’d do anything for another snort of cocaine, the strong ones who wish they could fall out of this addiction, ones who’ve tried to stray him away from this scene. And none of them were like you.

Romance is long gone, anyway, he simply dispised the concept of him kissing, loving and caring for another too seriously. Would it be strange to say he can see a connection?

You grab the first aid kit, rushing back to see if he’s done anything preposterous. Instead he’s just sitting there, pulling out a cigarette, acting like he was disturbed by your entrance. Y’know, it’s not like you gave him permission to smoke in your penthouse. Usually you’d get angry and complain like an old hag, yet you didn’t have the energy to do so. He blinks at you, and you blink back at him, and he takes the signal to drop it.

“Caught red-handed.” Gitae puts both hands up as if he’s been caught by the cops, something he’s not too unfamiliar with.

“No time for your childish behaviour.” You walk up to him, throwing the first aid kit next to him. “I’m going to treat you, so just be quiet.”

Now that you look at it, the wound was deeper than you thought it was. Without going into the specifics, it was a crimson red color and a large scar over his right thigh and knee. It made you doubt whether he even had a license.

“How did this happen?” You mutter, wincing at the sight. Even though you were no doctor, you could tell this was more than it seemed it was. You took out gauze, cleansing wipes and the sort. Gently wiping around the wound, you cleaned any remaining blood that might’ve spilled. His eyes were fixated on the way you tucked your hair behind your ear, the way your eyelashes fluttered when you blinked and all the crazy little details that drove him mad. Gitae rested his hand upon the armrest, his head resting upon his lazy hand as he simply watched you at work. It wasn’t such a bad sight seeing you nestled between his legs.

At this point, you had no clue on what to do, so you wrapped bandages around said wounds, hoping for the best. The last thing you were going to do this late was read the instruction manual.

“I’m no doctor, so this’ll have to do.” A head of sweat ran down your forehead, yet you kept your voice steady. You expected a response, but the room remained silent after that moment of speech. Raising your head, he was simply staring — was it a look of mere interest, or could it hint at something more?

“Oh. Yeah, it’s fine.” Gitae finally realised his staring, clearing his throat as a hint of red spawned upon his cheeks. Without realising, he’d drop his flirty attitude, and you found that cute.

The room paused for a moment, the still air warm between you too. It definitely wasn’t uncomfortable; but the lack of conversation made this nervous feeling wash over you. Your eyes raised to look at him, and you could’ve sworn they were locked together. Gitae stood up, ignoring the stinging pain in his knee. Perhaps you tied it too tightly, but right now he didn’t care; nor did he tease you for it. Instead he took a step closer, his hand hesitating slightly before resting upon your waist. This time, you noticed he wasn't making eye contact with you, he was staring at your lips. They were so kissable and almost irresistible in his perspective, but would it be so illegal to kiss them?

With a sigh, he pulled you in, lips locking with a tenderness that couldn’t be described. The grip on your waist tightened, yet he kept it gentle. In a fit of shock, you pulled away, hand on his chest. He couldn’t bear to look at you, his face evident of the turmoil going on internally. You didn’t exactly hate the feeling of his lips on yours, and the warmth wasn’t exactly discomforting.

In a swift motion, you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him to you this time, squeezing your eyes shut. At first you roughly intertwined your lips, yet slowed down when he quickly reciprocated. He let both arms wrap around your waist, his hands resting on your ass. Resting your eyelids, you only opened them slightly to look at Gitae, who was looking right back at you.

Parting your lips, they felt cold without his warmth. Eye contact — he didn’t take your eyes off of you, switching between your sweet lips and your unreadable expression. For him it was almost obvious, an ‘I want you’, no, an ‘I need you’. Maybe it was that bittersweet look that drove him right into your body, his body sturdy between your divorced legs. Or was it those same hands that rested on your ass, now pushing your pencil skirt up your thigh. Those lips that now kiss your neck so tenderly, dragging down your stomach towards the part that ached the most.

Do you regret it? Your back definitely did the next day.

Now that it’s been ages since that night occurred, you could say you definitely did. What if you just ignored him? Drove past the aching figure, went upon your usual miserable days, chugging down wine and stressing the rest of your nights away.

Is that why when you woke up his number with a kiss on a piece of torn paper — to which you found out was from one of your crucial documents that were stashed away — was lying on your desk when you woke up? Should you even call that man back, or keep it a one night stand that everybody could forget about? Even now, as you're sitting upon the same bed he so roughly took you on, that note still resides in your drawer. Taking it out gently, you held your phone in the older hand. First, you weighed the pros and cons. Your endless years of education and expertise didn’t leave you an impulsive idiot. His personality left an impact on you, no, his whole presence and everything about him left your mind wandering way more than it should’ve.

Entering his number into your phone, you rang him. What were you even meant to say at this point? It had been quite a while since that previous encounter.

Before you knew it, he picked up.

“Been waiting for you to call.” Gitae sneers, immediately knowing it’s you despite the line being radio silent for a second.

“Gitae Kim.” His name rolls off of your tongue, unnervingly stern, and memories flood back. His voice is as smooth and raspy as then, like smooth jazz in a fancy restaurant. No need to say you didn’t miss it, as if someone as stubborn as you would ever admit that.

“Still remember the name, hm?” A gunshot rips through tge line, and a blood curdling scream that made your whole body shudder. “Sorry sweetheart, a little.. busy. I’ll meet up at your place tonight. 10pm? Like back then.”

Before you could even say a word, he hangs up. Like back then, he says? Gitae still remembers all of that the same you do, but to an extent you could never understand. In his own perspective, he’d also had you on his mind: distracting him from work and business deals, making him a tad gentler when everyone was so used to him being so harsh. Infact, it wouldn’t be far off to say he was slightly glad you took his number. Moreso extremely glad, as he’d had the thought of you and your mesmerising figure on his mind for too long now. It was long overdue that he heard your stern voice growl your name, and it was simply music to his ears.

10pm rolls around once more, and you hear the sound of knocking at your door. What baffled you is how he remembered your address from such a time ago. He opened the door, a bag in his hand all bloodied up, hand resting at the casing of your door. He offered a smile, blood dripping down his wet shirt which highlighted every nook and cranny of his abs that you could barely take your eyes off of.

“Eyes are up here.” Gitae scoffed, dusting his wet shoes off on the mat and stripping his biker's jacket off, throwing it upon his shoulder. His sturdy arms catch your attention, and you were bewildered. For a hot second, you stared and licked your lips, clearing your throat before talking.

“It’s been.. a long time.” You walked off, your voice echoing as you made your way to the living room where you first met.

“No doubt so.” He followed your every step, his eyes lingering on the gentle sway of your hips with each step. At this point, what was left to say? Neither of you wanted to gather up the courage to say anything, nothing about the lingering feeling ever since that one night stand. As an impatient individual, sitting around here isn’t doing anything productive. Yet the words won’t come out of your mouth. That yearning you went through — was it all for nothing. There’s no use pining for someone you can’t bare to have.

“L-Leg’s healed, huh?” You stutter, making conversation as you sat yourself on the couch, making your efforts to try and stop your mind from lingering. It was hard enough being face to face with him already, and the memories are already slapping you in the face one more.

“Mhm.”

“I should probably get us some wine, how about that?” You stood, trying to ease the air while you head towards the kitchen. Much to your delay, a tall figure stops you in his tracks, speaking lowly in your ear.

“I should be honest with you, shouldn’t I?” He mutters,conflicted on whether to truly express what he felt. Was he nervous you’d reject, shove him away, or afraid of the repercussions of you feeling the same?

“In all honesty, I can’t get my mind off of you.” This time he speaks louder, a bead of sweat running down his forehead. His hands run feverishly down your body to rest upon your hips, pulling you closer as he nibbles upon your ear, whispering in a hushed tone as if what was to come next were forbidden. “You’ve wrapped me around your finger without realising it. Care to take responsibility?”

For a second you don’t move, in complete shock at his sudden confession. He’s been thinking about you way too much; the way your hair sways and your lips curve into a smile, the way your eyelashes flutter when you blink — oh, it’s all too much for him to handle.

Should you take him within your sheets?

Too late to decide, because you’ve already intertwined your lips with his, your tongues eagerly brushing against each other. You’re already impossibly close, yet he wants to feel your body even closer, he wants to meld your bodies together until all you can feel is forbidden bliss.

“Take me to the bedroom, I’ll show you how much I need you.” He murmurs, breathing warm against your ear, making your whole body shiver. Without a moment's hesitation you drag him along to your bedroom, his eyes never leaving yours. The door opened with a creak and slammed against the wall as you couldn’t care anymore — it was a primal need that couldn’t be described with feeble use of language. Gitae laid your body gently open the sheets, his large hands trailing up your thighs as he placed his body between your legs. His fingers gripping onto the hem of your skirt, as if asking permission to pull them down.

With a nod, he pulls down your skirt, letting it dangle off of your right foot. He takes your legs upon his shoulders as he gently kisses up your inner thigh towards your core. He delves— practically smothers his nose against your pussy, using your thighs to squeeze his face. You let out a small whimper, and he shifts his focus to what’s hiding underneath your shirt.

Your spine shudders when you feel Gitae’s warm hands trailing up your hips, lifting your shirt up to reveal your heaving chest, all on display like being up for auction. And this excited winner didn’t take a moment's hesitation to pull it off of you, groping at the fabric covering his sacred prize. Small whimpers escape your throat followed by a gasp at the unclamping of your bra, and the sound of it falling against the floor. A smirk played upon his lips as he suckled on the mounds, other hand groping at the fat. Perking up, your nipples bathed in the feeling of his warm tongue swirling around the nubs, the teeth nibbling and the way they achingly parted with a wet pop. Gitae feverishly pulled back, looking at you with an intensity that burned. For a moment he didn’t say anything, and the air around you softly lifted.

You averted your gaze downwards towards your now eager center, then back up to his eyes with an unsatisfied snark.

Gitae chuckled, using his hand to throw his head back.

“All for your pleasure, huh?” His voice echoed throughout the room and he shifted back to his previous position, back into the valley between your legs where he belonged. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll show you the ride we’ve both been craving for.”

He pulls your pants down and tosses them to the other side of the room, focusing on the snack in front of him. His lips part as he delicately licks your folds, holding your legs apart. Your throat bobs as you take a deep gulp, waiting — and feeling — as he takes it to the next level, spreading them apart with his tongue and stroking the sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue, deliberately teasing you. Gravitating towards his head, your hands hover in a decision between shoving his head down or letting him tease you however he pleases.

Suddenly, he incorporates the thicker part of his tongue, giving kitty-licks to the heat between your thighs. How cruel! Pouting, you nudge his head forward, and he takes the hint.

“You used to be so snappy and serious. Guess you aren’t the only thing that’s warmed up to me.” He murmurs against your cunt, and with a growl he delves his head into you, catching your whole body off guard with the sudden pleasure. With the buck of your hips and a twitch from your thighs, he grabs them and pins them down against your chest, slurping the juices you leak with a thirst that couldn’t be described. At all this you couldn’t help but throw your head back and helplessly moan, guttural groans emerging from your throat involuntarily. His tongue harshly circled over your entrance, letting your right thigh go as he replaced the circular motion with his finger. For crying out loud, you didn’t even know if you were ready to be fingered yet.

A small push was all he needed to get into your sweet hole, his finger instantly being met with the tightness of your walls squeezing upon him.

“Relax.” Gitae gently murmurs, and with his soft words you take deep breaths, watching him intently. Slowly, he’d push and pull out of you, and lean into kiss your thighs, trailing his tongue towards your heat. And it drove you crazy. All you wanted to do was grab his wrists and pull him deeper within you. Perhaps it was obvious based on the low chuckle he released, his finger scouring deeper within so suddenly, making you wince. Before you knew it, your g-spot was being poked with his long fingers, and then pressed gently at first. ‘Come hither’— that technique made your whole body writhe in pleasure although you were just getting started. By the look on his face, you could tell Gitae was utterly satisfied, but by lowering your gaze, his hard-on twitching in his pants said otherwise.

With a gasp he enters another naughty finger, and two fingers pressed up against your g-spot, and you shiver. Louder than it should’ve been, with an instant you covered your mouth, while he continued his rhythm. You suppressed moans, gasps and quiet whimpers. You watched as his fingers disappeared within you, reappearing back out with your sticky juices dripping upon his fingers.

“Don’t silence yourself, I want to hear you.” Low, his voice still captured his firmness as he used his other hand to gently pale off yours from your lips. In an instant his pace increased, like two sides of the same coin, making you whimper. The sudden increase made moans escape from your throat involuntary, your body convulsing under his touch. He kisses amongst your thighs, trailing down with hickeys. At this point you couldn’t control yourself — juices escaped you without even asking, and you couldn’t stop yourself from squirting all over his fingers as if your body was rebelling against your every command.

Pulling out his fingers, your hips buck to beg for the return of his bittersweet touch, as the juices flow out of your body onto the sheets. Below you was a puddle full of no your essence, warm against your trembling ass and spreading.

“No use for this jacket now, huh?” Without realising, his chin was dripping with your fluids as well as his shirt. It looked like he’d been scuba diving, as if you were the harsh riptide and he was an ‘innocent’ civilian.

“It’s karma.” You managed to mumble breathlessly, relaxing your legs.

“Karma?” He repeated, licking his lips for the trace of your sentence on his tongue.

“For.. For making me think about you so damn much. Just for us to rekindle like this.” Running your fingers through your hair, you ran your tongue over your teeth, looking into his eyes. Mission success — you caught him off guard; this was your opportunity right in front of you to grab.

In a blink of an eye you grabbed his wet shirt and flipped him over onto his back, your legs straddling his waist. Underneath you was his warm bulge twitching through the fabric of his pants, and you didn’t take a moment to pause before you started grinding upon him. A deep chuckle emerges from his lips as he watches you work on top of him, his hands gravitating to your hips as he guides you.

“This was your plan all along.. Was it not?” Gitae smirked, watching the way your hips bounced. He couldn’t help but wonder how you would bounce on his cock.

“It’s my turn.”

Your hands ran up his body, immersing yourself in the feeling of his hard abs heaving with each shaky breath he took, hands landing on his wide chest. Gently squeezing them, your thumbs brushed against his nipples, and a low groan escaped him. You leaned in to press kisses against his neck, and he took this chance to surprise you with a sharp spank that cut through the sound. Your whole body flinched and he sneered, groaning as you only continued.

Moving down to his belt, you sneakily unbuckled said belt and pulled down his pants, revealing his hardened member. The tip had been leaking precum down its length, now pooling on his stomach. Is that.. seriously the cock you took that night? It looks bigger, thicker, one that you could not actually take. Fluttering your eyelashes, you sat dazed for a good minute or so, Gitae’s expectant gaze fixated on you. That ‘thing’ twitched, eager for your touch only to be met with cold air instead of your warm palm — better yet, your little pussy.

“Something the matter?”

“No it’s just..” Words trailing off, you took a deep gulp as you wrapped your palm around his thickness, fingers struggling to meet around his circumference. Yeah, this was a bad idea. One that you don’t regret, anyhow.

“No need for your mouth, I support you’re wet enough. Your little cunt was throbbing against me and producing so much slick I doubt—“

“E-Enough talking.”

“I see, back to your little attitude. I promise I’ll..” He grabs our hips, flipping you back into missionary, his cock lined up against your hold. Your folds spread to sandwich his cock as he gently thrusts into the welcoming opening, the fat tip torturing your clit. “.. fuck each and every word out of you — I’ll make you so brain dead the only thing you can think about it’s how good my cock makes you feel.”

With a low growl, he feasts upon your neck, kissing up your jawline to your lips, to law a passionate kiss upon the soft skin. A minute or more, you pull his hair back to get his tongue away from yours as you pant for breath, watching his breath smirk with hooded lids. Surging through your veins to the fist grabbing his hair, the arousal brings a primal sense within you, and it makes you wish — no, crave for the desire for him to breed every last bit of your essence.

“Put it in,” You pout your lips as his tip probes at your hole, your hips bucking to feel his length inside of you. Gitae’s strong hands spread your legs apart, slowly pushing his length inside of you. Each inch stretched you further, your walls struggling to accommodate his girth. You could feel every stretch of your pussy, every twitch of his cock and it felt so surreal. Clenching your teeth, your hands search for anything to grip onto — the sheets, the pillow, but your eyes couldn’t help but feast on the view before it.

It felt as if you had already taken his full and like you were about to rip in half. Your hips trembled as he pushed himself deeper, your walls tightening.

“Relax, it’s just my cock, sweetheart.” Gitae grumbles as he feels his cock being squeezed. “Deep breathes, love.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders and his hips suddenly thrust into your warmth, causing you to shudder and choke a sob.

“What’d I tell you ‘bout relaxing, huh? Or are you just going to be screaming this whole night?”

Although those were simple, teasing words — but you really lived up to it. With every vigorous thrust, your fingers trembled yet held their firm grip on his raven hair, toes curling at the pleasure that slammed into your core repeatedly. The room was steamy, hot and it almost felt suffocating — not a negative feeling, rather one that you couldn’t get enough. Sex addicted? That wouldn’t be impossible since his fat cock pounds and slams into your g-spot over and over, yout velvety walls convulsing. It had been so long since you’ve been fucked this good, it almost made you mind break. However before you could completely let go of your sanity, he’d bring you back in with a tender, passionate kiss that was a sharp contrast to the ruthlessness down below.

…

Back aching, your eyes blinked awake first thing in the morning, ‘The bed next to you must be empty’ you figured, but the warmth next to you said otherwise. A sleeping, naked Gitae lay next to you, softly breathing in and out. You expected him to be gone, disappear, and never come back. Are you disappointed, upset, or relieved? Whatever, it’s not as if you wanted him here, you tell yourself, ignoring his presence. Yet your eyes still lingered in his unconscious form; he looked so peaceful, after all his berating and attitude.

Sitting up, all the memories flooded back into your mind. A part of you felt strangely glad; although things were unclear. That was one way to get a message across, or something – the way your heart rate increased, it told you something, Although illiterate and foreign in the language you spoke, it almost begged you to take a chance and get to know him. It wouldn't hurt to let him play around your heartstrings until he became tied to yours. Even if you end up getting played by this stud it surely couldn't be.. What are you thinking right now?

All of this is a mistake, all of it. From the night he mentioned meeting up once more up to the bed shared together – it's the most naive, braindead decision you've ever made. You thought you were better than this. This was a testament to the independence you built yourself upon.

“Let go of me. I, I’ve got to go.” Pushing off the duvet, the cold air hit your warm body like a step into the real world, like a slap across the face. Thinking it all was just a mistake was just your way of coping through your feelings.

Gitae pulled you in by your wrist into his strong arms which threatened not to let you go. He nuzzled his head upon your shoulder, breath warm against your bare skin.

“Don’t go. I haven't even been able to say I want you.” His voice sent vibrations through your skin, resonating within. “Please, at least let me talk first.”

Usually he seemed cocky and the classic arrogant guy who fools around constantly, yet this time he seemed softer, gentler, revealing a new side of him to you. Building up barriers has always been a sacred part of you that dwelled, and you never let that go. Not once. Image, reputation and things like that have always been imperative to you; everyone must witness you and talk about your presence positively or else you were afraid you'd crumble. So seeing him so vulnerable and weak-looking towards someone who he could've considered a one night stand, it's strange. It almost makes you jealous.

“What's this supposed to mean? Let me go.”

“At Least hear me out first.” He raises his lips to your ear, voice low and raspy as he gently nibbles upon the soft shell. Reluctantly, you nod; it's the least you could do anyway and he deserves it nonetheless.

“It’s not like me to be like this; to be so desperate for what i've never had. It isn't false that the only thing you know about me is my name but something in me wants to take a chance, somewhere further than whatever this complicated mess is. You know, I don't like loose ends.”

With a deep sigh, he finishes talking. The room falls to silence, apart from the sun do the bed sheets rustling as he now sits up, his feet meeting the coldness of the wooden floor.

“It was nice lifting that weight off my shoulders. If.. you have nothing to say, then i guess this is it. I won't bother you anymore.” Gitae clears his throat, unable to hide the troubledness within his voice. To hide everything he would be useless, but it was better than being dishonest.

Lowering your head, your body longed for his body heat mixing with yours, only to be left with disappointment. The more you thought about it the more you could feel a headache slowly coming along..

“Don't go, yet. I..” Trailing off your words, you debated whether to even say it or not; would I ruin everything? This could be an easy street to a smooth ending to all of this, ending it once and for all. Is this the first time ‘trust your gut’ is wrong? “Damn it, I want you too. Let's, uhm, give it a try.”

A smile spreads across his lips, and his soft scoff catches your attention. He throws your clothes over to you before declaring he was going to cook breakfast for the both of you, and fetch you with some painkillers.

More importantly, are you seriously going to let a cartel leader cause a fire in your kitchen…?

#lookism #kim gitae x reader #kim gitae #gitae kim x reader #lookism x reader #lookism hcs #lookism manhwa #lookism x you #lookism webtoon #gitae kim #HDLP

195 notes · View notes

rikosseen · 1 month ago

Text

Just Gitae Kim and his relationship headcanons

☆ Enjoys a drastic power dynamic where he’s allowed to be in his masculine energy. You probably feel like home to him if you’re in a relationship, so he’ll appear more relaxed and cheerful (however cheerful he can get). But even with how vulnerable he is when you two are together, don’t pry about stuff he doesn’t share. He’ll talk when he feels ready.

☆ The man who hates romance isn’t entirely opposed to the whole idea if his partner is bearable. Reprimanding him at times is okay, but if you constantly point out his line of work, it’s going to piss him off, and it won’t even be his fault— because he knows for sure that he’s expressed the dangers before you two got together. You were warned on multiple occasions. Don’t whine about it now.

☆ It’s low key amusing to him how he has bigger tits than you. Sorry, not sorry.

☆ He’s not stupid and acknowledges your company, so of course he’ll separate work from you. Your safety is a priority even if he doesn’t tell you so, and it’s an embarrassment to him if he can’t take care of you anyway.

☆ Is actually very welcoming to the idea of making things together. Enjoys brewing up new recipes, and whatnot. Hates cleaning. So there’ll always be a pile of dishes after he’s done. Although, he’ll get to them after writing in his diary late at night.

☆ Has a diary. “I should just fucking kill everyone.” The next day he writes, “Let off some steam, feel ight.” It’s just one or two sentences a day.

☆ Gitae is highly likely to be with someone who’s straight to the point when it comes to issues and arguments. He doesn’t do the beating around the bush crap. Again, it pisses him off and reminds him of his father’s incompetence/infidelity. At first, he’ll tell you that he’s open to whatever you have to say, so it’s up to you from then onwards to heed what he’s said.

☆ Is away very often. So either you tag along and prove you’re not some hindrance, or you stay at a safe location while he tends to his business. He’s more of a workaholic than he lets out, so he needs someone who’s schedule is pretty occupied. Or someone who won’t complain about his time away.

☆ Doesn’t get jealous easily because you being with him is proof enough of how much you love and appreciate him. But when you’re introduced to Jake during his visit to Big Deal Street, he’s prickly at how close you two become

☆ Reminds you that same night who the better brother is

☆ Acts of service, and pictures of him during his vendettas. Axe is always in hand and he’s either smirking, or looking down at the camera incredibly suggestively

☆ No I love you’s. Just grunts in response, and maybe a kiss. No over the top PDA, but can’t have you leave his side when you’re out together. Epitome of power couple.

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism manhwa #x reader #gitae kim #lookism gitae #lookism verse #kitae kim #gitae kim x reader #gitae x reader #kim gitae #yandere #yandere x reader

246 notes · View notes

kingchroma · 23 days ago

Text

lookism boys as girl dads.

࿇ summary. well.. the title says it ࿇ characters. gun/goo/jake/gitae

࿇ word count. 1.7k ࿇ warnings. jake's daughter might be seeing the dead. gitae being a dad (i did my best), spanish also on his end. ࿇ author's note. this is highly self-indulgent, these 4 are my favorites

GUN PARK

When your daughter was born, Gun didn’t exactly know what to feel.

He hadn’t exactly seen himself as a father, but he loved you and respected your wishes to keep the baby—and so your beautiful baby girl was born and Gun feels his heart soften at the sight.

The problem is that—Gun didn’t know how to give familial love given his rough childhood in the Yamazaki syndicate in Japan. All he aimed for back then was recognition—to be acknowledged by his father. But all he has received was the loss of life in their eyes.

Now, almost a year into fatherhood, Gun feels like he was adjusting well despite his initial deflection of the fact that he was indeed a father. He was doing his best to be different this time—to be normal as much as he could, to be different from how Shingen had treated him then.

He didn’t think he would be listening to nursery rhymes to ease your daughter into sleep, but the munchkin was too busy babbling his ears off, but it puts a small smile in his face.

“Good thing your mother and uncle talk a lot,” he says as he rubs your daughter’s back, a small gesture that puts her to sleep easily. “I’m used to it,” he says quietly, turning his head to see that the baby was still eager to talk.

He chuckles, deciding to tone down the nursery rhymes and sit on the rocking chair in her room instead. “Okay, tell daddy what you want to say,” he murmurs, carefully adjusting the baby in his arms.

“Since you seem so invested in this story of yours,” he adds, and his daughter continues to talk, even clutching his shirt with her tiny hand. He nods, even humming as if he completely understands what the little girl was talking about. “I see. You miss mommy?” he asks.

The baby babbles louder, and Gun thinks that fatherhood, in his own version, isn’t so bad.

“I miss her too. But she’s on a work trip,” he casually explains. “Don’t worry, daddy will make sure that we get to bond together,” Gun says with a small smile.

Who knew that talking to a baby could be so entertaining?

“I’ll make all the food you like,” he promises, rubbing his daughter’s back, who slowly falls asleep at the promise. “Don’t worry.”

GOO KIM

“But daddy!”

The little girl, who is definitely a carbon copy of Goo, cries in front of him. Tears were already streaking her cheeks, eyes almost red from crying, hugs your husband’s legs.

“I thought you said you were rich!” she argues, sniffling loudly as you try not to laugh at the scene in front of you.

“I am, cupcake! Daddy has a lot of money!” he says, adjusting his glasses before picking up to carry your daughter, wiping her tears away as she hides her face on your husband’s shoulder.

“Then why don’t you get me the Barbie car from the movie?!” she asks, crying louder.

Goo, for once, is speechless and grimaces at his daughter’s request. It was so uncharacteristic to see him so quiet, being able to do nothing but comfort his daughter—but since he was a dad now, he’ll be making sure that he’ll be pulling some connections to get that Barbie car.

“Because you can’t drive yet, sweetheart,” Goo responds, hugging his daughter tightly and rocking her gently, trying to ease her tears away. “Daddy can get that for you when you turn 18, is that okay?” he asks, giving her that same look she does to him whenever she wants something.

“18 is too far!” she says, fresh tears streaming down her face. “I want it now!”

You can see your husband turning to you for help, and you already had half a mind in leaving him to handle his mess, but you don’t want two whining children in your ear later, so might as well fix this now.

“Honey,” you call out to your daughter who was reaching out to you. “Daddy just wants you safe,” you start to explain as she wipes her tears away, Goo wrapping an arm around you.

“If daddy gets you the Barbie car now and you drive it, you’ll break yourself and the car,” you explain gently.

“Remember when daddy had a big boo boo?” Goo pokes your daughter’s cheeks and she nods. “You drew on daddy’s bandages. That will happen to you if you drive a car now.”

Your daughter makes a face, realizing that she doesn’t want a big boo. “Will daddy buy me the Barbie car when I’m 18 then?” she asks quietly, calming down.

“Yes,” Goo immediately responds, giving his daughter a big smile. “Daddy will make sure that it’s pink and pretty just for my little cupcake!”

“Okay, daddy,” your daughter says. “When I turn 18 then you get me the Barbie car.”

JAKE KIM

“Higher, Jewwy!”

“Okay, little boss.”

“That’s too high, Jerry—!”

Jake says in a panic, but you cover his mouth to let him hear his daughter’s screams of delight as Jerry lifts her higher before settling her down on his shoulder.

You thought Jake would’ve been retired from the gang life when the two of you would have a kid together—but despite being protected when the two if you did it, you ended up getting pregnant.

With some scolding from Minseon and your insistence to keep the baby, Jake stepped up. It’s not like he wouldn’t—he loved you too much—but he wanted to make sure that you were sure first before taking the next step.

Everyone in Big Deal loved yours and Jake’s daughter. Sinu and Yeonhui often doted on her, and Jerry, by extension, thinks that he should protect her and make her happy. Jason and Brad made sure she was well-fed, and Lua and Lineman were the ones she often played with.

“She’s okay, relax,” you tell your boyfriend, who was about to look like he was about to have a heart attack at how high your daughter was from the ground. Jerry was a big and tall man, but he was so friendly and kind that your daughter can’t help but take advantage of that. “See?” you point out to him.

Jake, despite his initial panic, is relieved to see his daughter having fun. Although he could see that she couldn’t grab anything from Jerry’s head—he’s bald—so she settles on gently grabbing his cheeks.

“Little boss, where do you wanna go?” Jerry asks as he held the girl’s legs, ensuring that she is safe and sound. “Chinu and Yeoni!”

“They are not here,” Jerry explains lightly. “They went on an adventure.”

The little girl hums before perking up again, smiling as her eyes lands on you and Jake. “I wanna go to mommy and daddy!”

And so, Jerry brings little boss to you and Jake, who she quickly reaches out to her father before giggling. “Daddy!” she says happily, hugging her father.

Jake’s initial panic dissipates and is now replaced with the love he has for his daughter. “Yes, princess?” he asks, gloved fingers brushing her hair. “I wanna go to gramma!”

“Really? You miss her, huh?” he asks quietly, giving her a small smile before nodding. “Okay, we’ll visit grandma soon. You’re so attached to her,” he teases her daughter lightly.

“I wanna play wid the big man in the garden too!” she says excitingly, and Jake freezes on the spot and he feels his blood run cold. “What? Big guy?” he asks his daughter before looking at you then at his daughter.

“Big guy!” your daughter exclaims again, not really realizing how big of a revelation she just said. “The one in gramma’s frame!”

“He told me to call him grandpa!”

GITAE KIM

It was obvious that he had one goal in life, and that was to get rid of everything that was related to Gapryong Kim.

So, he was not meant to have a companion, much less a family and a father, but God forbid he let life happen and now he has all of those things—you, his wife, and your adorable daughter, making him a father.

“Mi flor,” he addresses your daughter as he was looking at her from his seat, immediately getting rid of his pipe so that her precious sense of smell wasn’t tainted with nicotine. “What are you wearing?” he asks, a lazy look on his face, although he is endeared at the sight.

His daughter was wearing a similar outfit of his—long-sleeves with a pinstripe design, but in baby pink. Baby jeans that had an embroidered design of flowers on the side, and her shoes with her favorite cartoon character on it.

He shouldn’t be so endeared at the sight given who he is, but life has softened him in the edges and that was due to you and your daughter.

“Papa, I’m like you!” she says with a smile as she runs towards him, toothy grin making Gitae’s smile right back at her—a rare occurrence for others, but it’s something that you and your daughter see whenever you both surround him. “Really? You like being like papa, mi flor?” he asks, picking her up to sit on his lap.

“Papa is cool! Maravilloso!” she exclaims this time.

“I’m glad to know you think papa is maravilloso,” he says, chuckling afterwards.

Cool was not something used to describe the likes of him, but a child doesn’t know better. And Gitae would rather save his daughter’s innocence than let her know what kind of person he truly was.

He’ll simply cherish the days where she still has child-like wonder over things.

“Because you are! I wanna be like papa one day,” she tells him. He feels like his heart is going to stop. “You can become a better person than papa,” he says solemnly, fixing her shirt. “Become even more maravilloso.”

“I can do that?” she asks, tilting her head as she looks at her father.

“Of course you can,” he responds, patting her head.

“You can be whoever you want to be when you grow up, mi flor.”

137 notes · View notes

amphitriteswife · 3 months ago

Text

Real man

For @tinyy-tea-cup

Warnings: Smut, gitae lowkey insulting my goat james

Pairing: Gitae kim x reader

Note: happy Birthday TeaTea😈🫶 sorry if its bad🥲

Gitea sighed, his hand touched the smooth material of the newspaper that was placed on his face. He hadn’t been in Korea since a long time. What can he say? There are lots of things in life. Some just take priority….or some certain things are simply in the way. In this case it was Jonggun. The news that he was now imprisoned created many openings. Ofcourse he isn’t here without a reason, there are nany things that he needs to do whether its because he wants to or because someone else told him to. ‘Sir, we’re about to land soon.’ Gitae took a drag from his pipe. Letting the smoke travel around his mouth before slightly parting his lips, the smoke escaping his lips with a sigh. ‘Sir. We don’t condone smoking on the plane.’ Gitae grabbed the newspaper covering his face. This plane that was prepared for him was from James Lee…he knows he smokes right? Did he not inform his employees well? No. No he wouldn’t. James knows better than that. So..it’s probably just you huh? A light hearted chuckle found its escape through his lips. Aren’t you just a daring stewardess? Pulling off the newspaper off his face, Gitae’s eyes drifted towards you. A flicker of recognition invaded his eyes before his face twisted, a bark of laughter erupting out of his mouth. You crossed your arms at the man, not amused by his laughter. ‘So this is what we’re doing now? A stewardess? For DG? Come on now princess..’ Gitae’s voice was laced with amusement and mockery, he usually had a thing for saying things about you being close to . The two of you were partners when you worked under Charles.

James lee and you had always been very close. He relied on you and you on him…however life just got in the way. You defeated the king along side him and Gitea. Gitae left for Mexico again, James became DG and you too left the old life behind, being a stewardess. It wasn’t originally planned for you to be a stewardess who worked for James. But because James knew he had a lot of enemies, and them ofcourse also knowing you because of him, he wanted to keep you close. A lot of others saw it as more than it was. But who seemed to care about that? That was James and You. Now he’s DG. ‘So you’re into pretty boys huh? You like that soft look on him?’ ‘Me and James are just friends. Nothing more. Nothing less.’ ‘Is that so?’ Gitae laughed at your words. Despite the amusement in his voice. His eyes were always half lidded and heavy. His eyes were dark, very dark, there was usually nothing to see in them except for the occasional sadistic pleausure. Gita raised an eyebrow, his lips wrapping around the pipe in his hands. His eyes scanning you, observing. Something he had done back then too. His weight shifted, his face coming closer to yours, leaning into you. He was a tall man after all. Even when he was sitting. ‘Don’t you want a real man?’ Gitae said in a rather lower tone, the smoke getting blown into Your face. The question made you almost choke on your spit, as well as your hand flapping the some away from your face. Gitae watched you cough because of the smoke and choking of the sudden question. His eyes still blank. He’s expressionless, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t feel anything. ‘Come on. I know you desire a real man. Someone like me, don’t you?’

Gitae put the hilt of the pipe to your mouth. His other hand gently feeling the long skirt you were wearing. A rather sly smile krept on his face, his eyes watching your lips wrap around the pipe and the smoke leaving your lips. A deep chuckle rumbling from out his chest. His finger clasped around your skirt, pulling it down. His eyes not leaving the sight. His lips gently grazing to your ears. ‘Did you tell him that you were with me first?’ The question made you groan. How more clear could you be? You and James never did anything romantically not sexually…yet all your words seem to go on deaf ears when it came to Gitae. Besides you had dated Gitae for only a few months when he was here four years ago. ‘Ofcourse not. It’s was insignificant’ Gitae hummed. That was not good. Not at all. You could feel his hand’s move up to your blouse. ‘Not significant?…perhaps i need to remind you. Don’t I?’ His voice was less playful now but rather stern. You made him irritated. Not smart. His lips moved from your ears to your cheek and then to your neck. His breath on your neck his lips placing kisses on you, the wet kisses feeling like suction cups. ‘Take it off me.’ Gitae’s tone was commanding. He knew you knew better to oppose him. So just do what he tells you to and it’ll all be just fine. Gitea leaned back in his seat, watching you unbuckle his belt, pulling down his pants together with his boxers. His member casted a shadow onto your face, he was huge. To put it mildly. Very gritty too. Gitae chuckled. His lips curling into a smirk. He was bigger than before. You were sure of it. Gitae’s glanced downwards towards you. ‘Come and sit.’ Without much protest you obeyed his command, straddling his hips. Gitae smirked, the tip of his cock pressing against you. He likes seeing you like this…just like back then. his thick cock pressing demandingly at your entrance. A soft grunt escaped his lips when he felt you sit on him. A shaky but relieved sigh could be heard next to your eat. ‘Good girl….now move for me.’ Gitae watched you with a satisfied expression when you began to move on his cock. He knew it was rather a lot to take but you can do it. He knows you can.

A soft moan escaped his lips, his cock rubbing against your walls. His eyes shifting from your face to his own cock, watching the way you took him, it made him even hornier than he already was. ‘There we go…’ a soft grunt escaped his lips, eyes fluttering and his breath becoming heavier. Gitae’s hand’s snuck to your hips, making you bounce on him even more. A deep rumbling chuckle erupted from his chest when he saw you hold back your sounds. ‘Not working princess. Try again.’ Gitae suddenly thrusted forward his hands holding you in place and his cock reaching deeper inside of you and making you grunt in surprise. The veins on his dick rubbing deliciously against your inner walls, the wet sounds of what was happening echoed across the room. ‘Good girl. Keep making those sounds for me..’ Gitae cooed at you. It was infuriating to say the least but you also knew that during these moments Gitae loved having dominance. His hand trailing from his hip to your neck, gently squeezing it before he slammed you into the seat next to him. The backrest suddenly moving backwards which caused you to be in a laying position. Your eyes flickered from random objects in the plane, your vision upside down before Gitae’s face invaded your vision again. ‘Why the sour face darling?’ You could hear Gitae’s voice being rather strained and husky as if he was holding back some sounds himself, he continued to thrust into you with a slow and steady pace. A soft, low and shaky moan escaped his lips. Gitae closed his eyes, his chest rising up and down from his heavy panting. Your eyes flickering with familiarity. He was close. Very close. ‘Hey not-’ before you could finish your sentence, Gitae came with a loud groan. A few ropes of cum coating your inside before he pulled out. ‘Inside.’ ‘Sorry princess. Couldn’t help it.’

#lookism fanfic #lookism #gitae kim #gitae kim x reader #kitae kim #lookism gitae #lookism x reader #lookism x you

187 notes · View notes