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juyeonszn · 1 year ago

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PAIRING ji changmin x f!reader

WORD COUNT 6.22k

GENRES smut ﹒angst ﹒fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, best friends to lovers, numerous mentions of the female orgasm, ji changmin is a bit of a manwhore, mentions of alcohol, insane tension my b, intense making out x2, oral (m! and f! receiving), multiple orgasms, couch sex but missionary, unprotected sex (wrap before u fucking tap -_-), creampie, changmin is lowkey very whipped and very pussy drunk in this, also forewarning for every fic in this collab— there is lots of foreshadowing and references to the other fics since they all fall within the same timeline/universe!

SUMMARY you know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. what you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

MORE i hope u jichang lovers are strapped in and ready for this… kinda went crazy with it 😭😭 um anyway?? first fic of the black out or back out collab?? crazy!! this fic actually ruined me. it used up all my brain power so if every other one sucks u can’t blame me!! it’s the law!! also, i’d like to take a moment to wish my boyz a very happy 6th anniversary <3 so so proud of all they’ve accomplished these past 6 years and i can’t wait to see what they do in the next 6. in this deobi shit 4L frfr 🙏🙏

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel

TAGLIST @millksea

“No fucking way.”

You blink at Soyeon. It wasn’t that hard to believe. In fact, it was pretty easy to believe. You set down the bowl of popcorn on your lap and nod slowly.

“Uh, yeah. Yes fucking way,” a nervous laugh escapes your lips. “I’ve had to fake it with every guy I’ve ever been with. I don’t know what it is. Maybe something’s wrong with me.”

Men were… incompetent at certain things. And apparently your pleasure was one of those. Every dude you’ve ever slept with failed to make you finish. It was at the point that you felt that you were the problem. It would be understandable if it had been a couple guys, but every single one? Your luck had to be complete ass.

The only reason the topic had been brought up was because Soyeon had mentioned something about her last fling during your movie night. She was talking about how that had been the best sex she's ever had and it spurred you into making your confession. The last guy you’d been with had probably been the worst.

“Never?” Jiwon’s jaw drops, elbows resting on her knees. “How are you still alive, girl? How do you get your fix?”

“My hand, my vibrator, my pillow sometimes,” you shrug, picking at a loose thread on your blanket. “I’ve learned to make do with my situation, I guess. If I can’t get it elsewhere, I’ll just do it myself, y’know?”

Your girl friends look at you with pouts on their lips, as if they were the ones experiencing your misfortunes. You hadn’t even expected it to be such a big deal. You’d thought this was a normal, common occurrence. Boys usually sucked at things when it came to girls. But they all took this as a personal hit, like you were a fallen soldier in battle.

Perhaps the female orgasm was far more important than you assumed it to be.

“Considering who your best friend is, you’d think you were getting good dick left and right,” Dahyun snorts into her glass of wine. “This is actually kinda insane.”

You guess she had a point, despite you both leading very different lives. Changmin, your best friend, was known as one of the many heartthrobs on campus. He was in a fraternity, played on the school’s baseball team, and he even played with other things. Namely the hearts of practically every other girl at your university.

You’d think it would bother you to be so close to a man who couldn’t give less of a fuck about those of the same sex as you. But for some reason, you couldn’t find it in you to care. It’s not like he was bragging about the bitches he bagged on a regular basis. Though you were his best friend, he understood boundaries. He knew what was appropriate to talk about with you and respected that.

Your friends laugh at her observation, but drop the conversation after that, resuming the movie you were watching. However, it’s not that easy for you.

You can’t stop wondering if something really *is wrong with you. Why was it that everyone and their mom was capable of finishing and you weren’t? It was more unlikely that every single man you’ve been with sexually was that mediocre. Were you really that unlucky?

It bothers you so much that you find yourself still thinking about it well into the following week.

With the start of the new semester, came the adjustment of new classes. Even though you were a Communications major, you made the grave mistake of taking Lifespan Growth and Development with Changmin for the extra credit. He was an Early Childhood Education major, so it was a requirement for him, but not for you. (Honestly, he only forced you to take it with him so you had at least one lecture together. He was afraid your friendship might start to fade if you didn’t see each other often.)

Imagine how horrified you felt when your professor began to talk about babies and their circadian rhythm, but the only thing in your head was the fact that you’d never orgasmed because of a man. You felt like you were going crazy at this point. Really, the thought should’ve been long forgotten by now. But you couldn’t help yourself from dwelling on it, especially after your friends made jokes at your expense.

As you’re walking out of the lecture hall side by side with Changmin, you keep your focus on the ground, your hearing going in and out. His voice is staticy, your brain only registering words here and there. You’re a little pissed off that this has become such an issue.

He notices your lack of response and stops walking, eyebrows furrowed. You pause in your tracks along with him. “Are you good? You’ve been spacing out all morning.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you shake your head as if that would rid of these stupid thoughts. “I’m just a little tired, I guess. I haven’t been getting much sleep.”

“Well, you better fix that. We’re expecting this weekend’s party to be one of the bigger ones this semester. Juyeon’s passing those fliers around like it’s his job,” Changmin purses his lips with a snort, ruffling your hair. “I need my beer pong partner to be in tip-top shape.”

You scratch the back of your neck. Half of you was kind of hesitant to go to this weekend’s TBZ party considering that was where you met the dude who started this whole downward spiral. He made an offhand comment about seeing you again, but you were actually hoping that would never happen. And with your fortune, the probability of running into him was pretty high.

“You see…“ You begin, but Changmin interrupts you with a distressed groan before you can continue.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of flaking,” his arms fall to his sides as his head tips back dramatically. “Y/N, I really need you there. How else am I gonna smoke everyone? I need— I mean we need to keep our title.”

Sometimes you wish Ji Changmin took anything else as seriously as he takes beer pong. You suppose it came with being a fraternity brother or something. They all drank alcohol like it was fucking water. You’re still sort of surprised none of them (Sunwoo) has gotten alcohol poisoning yet.

“I’m just… trying to avoid someone. And they’ll probably be there.” You sigh, fiddling with your fingers. Your best friend gives you an unreadable look that flashes across his face only for a moment.

“Tell me who it is. I’ll make sure they’re not allowed in. I’d much rather have you there than some rando who’s bugging you.” He says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants.

“That’s really unne—“

“Yo, Changmin! Aren’t you going with us to Cobie’s?”

You both turn towards the sudden intrusion, the voice belonging to Eric Sohn. He’s around 50 feet away from where you’re standing, joined by Kim Sunwoo and Ju Haknyeon. Changmin yells out his answer and spins back to you, an apologetic smile on his face. Somehow, you’re a little grateful for the interruption.

“We’ll finish this later, okay?” He nods at you, heading backwards in their direction. “You’re going, Y/N.”

You really should’ve listened to your instincts when they told you to skip out on the party.

You’re well aware that every attendee was crucial for the TBZ boys and their stupid rivalry with the KAT girls. So maybe you understood why Changmin needed you there so badly, aside from the obvious beer pong thing. However, you were starting to regret showing up.

First of all, Ji Changmin was nowhere to be found. Second of all, Jeon Soyeon was hounding you all night about the secret you so idiotically shared with your gal pals.

She was dead set on finding you a solution. (Basically, she was scanning the crowd of partygoers for a suitable man to satisfy your overdue needs. And she was proving devastatingly unsuccessful.)

You were too anxious to drink, also. Your feet were bouncing from where you sat on the couch, and your fingers couldn’t stop fidgeting. The antsiness was getting annoying at this point and you were hoping your knight in shining armor (Ji Changmin) revealed himself soon. Lest he wanted to lose out on his beloved beer pong partner.

It appears that your years of honing in on your manifestation powers have finally come to fruition when you spot Younghoon and Juyeon hauling the beer pong table into the living room. Where one of those tables are stationed, you know you’re guaranteed to find your best friend. The shorter of the two gentle giants cups his hands around his mouth and announces the first round of tonight’s tournament.

You stand from your seat, grabbing the opportunity to break free of Soyeon’s efforts to pimp you out. You’re ready to confirm you and Changmin’s spot in the tournament, when you see that you’ve already been beaten to it. It takes absolutely everything in you not to let your jaw drop and your eyes to tear up.

Some girl who happens to be in your Lifespan Growth and Dev class (you think her name is Iseul) is draped over Changmin’s arm, signing them up for the first round. He doesn’t look like he wants to, but makes no effort to refuse her.

You don’t know why it irks you. It shouldn’t irk you.

You’ve never cared about who he spends his free time with in the past. It’s been so easy for you to let his behavior slide, brushing it under the rug like it was no biggie. But this time, you care a whole lot. You chalk it up to the fact that he was seemingly replacing you as his beer pong partner, even though that was the entire reason why he wanted you to come to the party.

Yeah. That’s why.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips just as Hyunjae passes by, no doubtedly heading to the beer pong table. You catch the sleeve of his polo and force him to halt in his steps. You’re not even sure why the hell he’s wearing a polo in the first place, his outfit embodying the stereotypical frat boy perfectly. This looked nothing like his usual wardrobe.

“Oh, hey Y/N, what’s up?” He smiles that award-winning Hyunjae smile, the one that manages to charm every girl in the room every single time he pulls it out. He brings the brim of his red solo cup up to his lips and finishes whatever’s left in it with one swig. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Do you wanna be my beer pong partner?” Okay, well now you’ve said it so there’s no going back.

His eyebrow shoots up in a mixture of shock and pleasant surprise. “Me? You’re not gonna ask Changmin?”

“He’s…” Your eyes flitter over to where he stands with Iseul(?), Hyunjae’s following. No. You’re okay. This isn’t getting to your head at all. Everything’s cool and peachy. “He’s too preoccupied.”

Hyunjae chooses not to say anything, instead nudging you over to the opposite end of the table. Changmin’s eyes widen when he sees the two of you, even having the audacity to look scandalized. God, maybe that was his biggest fault. He was so entitled.

So, it was just fine for him to bail on you in favor of some girl he didn’t even know, but the second you talk to one of his frat brothers, it’s off the table? What a fucking hypocrite. The whole ordeal was actually beginning to get on your nerves now. All you wanted to do was win this stupid beer pong game to show him that he’ll never find a partner as good as you.

Woah. Holy shit, Y/N. You need to dial it back a bit with the possessiveness. That was a lot, especially for you.

Juyeon narrows his eyes at you and then glances over to Changmin, the cogs turning in his head slowly. You’re not sure if that’s because he’s so used to seeing you both on the same side of the beer pong table, or because his vision was so shitty. Either way, it has you cowering behind Hyunjae a little as he dips the ping pong ball into the cup of water in the center.

“Okay, you know the rules. Let’s have a healthy, friendly game,” Younghoon says, tapping the table with a smile. “No playing dirty. I’m looking at you, Hyunjae.”

The brunette raises his hands in surrender, doing a quick bout of rock, paper, scissors with Changmin to determine which team went first. He wins with a quirk of his lips, sauntering back over to you. After rolling his neck around and popping his fingers, he tosses the ball right into Changmin and Iseul’s center cup.

You hate to admit it, but Hyunjae’s actually pretty good at this. You’ve never really paid attention to anyone else’s beer pong skills considering you’ve only ever played with Changmin as your partner. Who knows, maybe you’ll switch over permanently after this. At least, you might if he keeps up whatever it is that he’s doing.

Your best friend’s jaw tightens as he grabs the red solo cup, chugging what’s inside. He huffs and takes his turn, nearly missing with the way the ball circles around the rim. He sighs in relief at the same time you grimace. You still hadn’t had anything to drink all night and starting with fucking beer was probably the worst idea.

The game probably would’ve been a bit more competitive had Iseul been decent at beer pong, but she sucked. So Hyunjae and yourself always kept your lead by one cup or more. Karma is a dish best served cold, or however the saying goes. And karma certainly presented itself in the form of Ji Changmin’s first ever TBZ beer pong tournament loss.

Hyunjae high fives you with a cheesy grin, lacing your fingers together and shaking them around. He presses a kiss to your temple and guides you away from the table as Juyeon and Younghoon clear it for the second round. It wasn’t odd for any of the TBZ boys to show you affection since you were like a sister to most of them, but this felt… kind of weird. You can’t pinpoint exactly why, but it made you feel off.

“You’re my secret weapon,” he laughs, hands burying into the pockets of his khaki shorts. “I’m gonna steal you as my partner permanently.”

As much as you joked around in your head, the truth of the matter was that you could never actually replace Changmin. In spite of him acting like a complete dumbass tonight, he was still your best friend. Not even the biggest of fights would change that fact.

Before you can dismiss him, Changmin is stalking over to you with a slight scowl. His nostrils flare a bit as he asks, “Can we talk?”

You barely nod and then he’s fisting the material of your top at the small of your back, urging you away from the living room. Your feet keep tripping over themselves while you attempt to match his pace but he’s too determined to reach his destination in mind to even notice. No one even bats an eye as you get ushered to your demise.

You’re coaxed into a nearby bathroom without a word, your best friend standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. Because you hadn’t seen him a majority of the night, you hadn’t gotten the chance to get a good look at him. He was wearing a long sleeve striped polo and some baggy jeans, which probably would look basic on anyone else. But this is Ji Changmin. Girls flocked after him for a reason.

“Why would you play with Hyunjae? You know the type of guy he is. Now he thinks he has a shot with you or something.” As soon as he opens his mouth, you remember the type of guy he is.

“What does it matter to you? You were too busy giggling with your flavor of the week. Of course I wasn’t gonna wait around for you.” You bite back, mirroring his stance.

“Flavor of the—?” His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and then everything settles in. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you laugh humorlessly. “Don’t act all hypocritical with me, Changmin. I can’t believe I even came to this fucking party for you when you didn’t even bother giving me the same energy. Best friend, my ass.”

A scoff brushes past your lips and you turn to exit the bathroom, but he grabs your wrist. His grip isn’t too harsh, but it’s tight enough to stop you from going anywhere. “Wait. Don’t leave.”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” Your eyes flick back and forth between his and the fingers wrapped around your forearm. And you know, you really should’ve predicted what would happen after that. The nature of your words were provocative in their own right, not to mention the tension brewing in the midst of your argument.

From one second to the next, Changmin’s mouth is on your own, your back pressed to the bathroom door. His hands are everywhere and nowhere all at once; digging into your sides, running through your hair, caressing your face. You feel insane. Your head feels empty, no coherent thoughts running through it as his lips move against yours.

They migrate along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking wherever they feel fit. Everything is moving way too fast for you to comprehend what’s happening. His lips feel so good on your skin, you’re having trouble finding the strength in you to stop him. But you know you have to. This was your best friend, for god’s sake. And besides, you didn’t want to deal with the disappointment you’ve faced time and time again when it came to men. You couldn’t handle feeling that way toward him.

Your palm presses against his chest and you try your hardest to ignore the sensation of his heart thumping beneath it. Your eyes squeeze shut as you push him off of you gently. Not expecting the sudden disruption, he stumbles backwards slightly. He’s a little dazed, like he, too, has not a single thought in that brain of his.

“I can’t— we can’t—“ You’re breathless, heaving up and down as if you’d just ran a damn marathon. “I have to go.”

You don’t give Changmin any freedom to react, escaping the bathroom exasperated. There’s too much going through your mind to search for Soyeon, leaving the party as quickly as you can. The moment your foot steps out of the front door, it’s like you’re given some clarity. The fresh air feels cool on your warm skin while you take the walk back to your apartment, not in the mood to sit in a stuffy car with anyone else. You needed to think clearly and vulnerably, and someone being there would just hinder that.

But first, you had to figure out where to go from here.

It’s been a couple days since the last TBZ party and you were still avoiding Ji Changmin like he was the plague.

You were definitely wishful thinking when you decided to just ignore things until you had class together. And even then, you were planning on pretending like nothing even happened. Fucking up your friendship with him was something you couldn’t stand emotionally. Or physically. It would be akin to the pain of having your heart ripped straight from your chest.

Meeting Changmin when you did was almost like a blessing in disguise. His attitude about life was exactly what you needed coming into university. You were shy and scared of your new surroundings. You had no friends, you were far from your family, and your imposter syndrome was through the roof. But then he swooped in and made everything better somehow. As much as it was a snooze fest, you’ll eternally be a little bit grateful for sharing that First Year Seminar class with him.

Deep down, a piece of you has always belonged to Changmin. From that first day of freshman year to now, you’ve always held him to a different standard than everyone else. You liked to believe it was because he was your best friend, the one person who sought you out even when it felt like no one ever would. And until very recently, you kept trying to convince yourself that was the case.

If you slept together that might be worse. What if he ended up like every other guy you’ve landed in bed with? What if he couldn’t satisfy you? It would make it even more strained. You didn’t want to end up like every other girl who’s vied for his heart and failed miserably. He wasn’t a relationship person.

Falling for him alone would complicate everything. If he didn’t feel the same, it would be weird between you and your friendship would never go back to normal. Yet as you lay here, body bundled in your comforter and drowning in one of the many sweatshirts he’s left over at your apartment, scrolling through his feed, you realize that there’s no return from this point. Now that you’ve contemplated the idea, you’re too far in.

You know, the universe had funny ways of rewarding you. (Or rather, punishing you.)

There’s a knock at your front door. You’re not entirely sure who it could be since you weren’t expecting anyone, but one glance through the peephole and it’s all over for you. You consider stepping away, running and cowering in your bedroom until he disappears so you can go back to dissimulating that your entire life wasn’t crumbling to your feet.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there. Open up, please, we need to talk.”

You curse under your breath but unlock the door anyway, maneuvering so he can come inside with ease. Changmin stares at you with an unreadable expression for a minute, vision raking over your figure. Maybe you’re imagining it, but it’s something similar to how men have looked at you before, like they were undressing you with their eyes. That’s when you remember that you were wearing his sweatshirt.

Without pants underneath…

The wind knocks out of him in an instant, something primal coming over him when his gaze lands on you in his clothing. He knows he shouldn’t think about you the way he does. He shouldn’t think of how pretty you are when your pen is caught in your teeth, attempting to make sense of whatever your professor was talking about. He shouldn’t think of the way your cheeks flush when you’ve had too much alcohol at one of the TBZ parties. He shouldn’t think of kissing you, or pressing up against you like a dog in heat. He shouldn’t be thinking of the kiss you shared Friday night.

You’re his best friend, the one person in the world who has ever understood him. The one who’s always glued to his side even when he may be in the wrong. Why would he ever want something different? How could he ask for more when he should be thankful for what he was already given?

“Why are you pushing me away? Why are you ignoring me?” Is what he finally asks after the silence has become unbearable.

“Changmin,” you swallow thickly, hesitative with what you say next. “Friends don’t kiss— we don’t kiss.”

He takes a step forward, and then another, and then another until he’s only arms’ length from you. “But, we could.”

You release a shuddery breath, reaching out to stop him from coming any closer. “P-Please. We can’t do this— I can’t do this.”

“Why not?” He pushes. He knows he’s tiptoeing the edge of something else. There’s a fine line between what you have now, and what he’s wanted for so long. It’s always been a matter of if you wanted that too. “Is it because you just don’t want to?”

You’re not even sure how to respond to him. Of course you want this. It isn’t that you don’t want him. You’re more scared than anything. You’re scared of becoming just another victim of Ji Changmin’s charms, of giving into him and it leading to another let down. Your resistance is evident on your face, and you’re not all that taken aback when he sighs.

“I’ve wanted you since that first day of First Year Seminar, Y/N. No one has ever compared to you and no one ever will,” he confesses, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I sleep with random girls to get you off my mind, to forget that I’m pretty fucking in love with my best friend.”

Then it all clicks.

It’s like you’ve come to the biggest realization of your life, an epiphany striking you suddenly with the weight of a freight train. It all trickles into place, the reason why you’ve never enjoyed yourself during sex. The reason why you’ve never finished at the hands of any man you’ve been with intimately.

None of them were Ji Changmin. None of them were the best friend that your heart has belonged to since your freshman year.

You press your lips to his without any warning, nearly colliding into him with the force of your impatience. He reciprocates immediately, fingers tangling in your hair and holding you closer than physically possible. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, tongue dragging along his lower lip. Years of repressed longing and pining find themselves surfacing in this one kiss.

Changmin’s hands travel to your waist, burrowing into the fabric of his sweatshirt as he yanks you toward the couch. He falls to a sitting position when the backs of his knees hit the edge, your knees resting on either side of his lap. You don’t break apart once, not even to gasp for air as he grinds you down onto him. Through the material of his cargos you can feel him. He’s just as throbbing as you are, your core pulsing with a need unlike any other.

His fingers reach for the hem of the sweatshirt and that’s when you pause him, your nerves getting the best of you. He frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” admitting this a second time isn’t easier. “I’ve never— nobody’s ever made me… you know…”

The corners of his lips curl up, thumbs rubbing the backs of your thighs. “You’ve never came before, baby?”

Your breathing stutters in your chest, the smugness of his voice sending shockwaves through your body. You should’ve fully expected him to be a master at pillowtalk, what with the whole Sex-God persona and all that jazz, but it still catches you off guard. You shake your head shyly, arms hooked around his neck. His mouth attaches to the spot behind your ear, sucking the skin tenderly.

“I’ll make sure you’re ruined for anyone else,” his voice is no louder than a whisper, but sounds deafening to the cotton stuffing the place where your brain should be. “I’ll make you feel so good, you won’t think twice about who you belong to.”

A small whine emits from your throat, hips gyrating themselves onto his crotch. He bucks up into you instinctively, keeping you still on his lap. The sheer possessiveness of his tone is driving you up the wall. That seemed to be something you had in common with each other. You’re lightheaded, too many layers of clothing blocking the space between you. Changmin connects your lips again, sliding his hands beneath the sweatshirt so his fingers can hook into the waistband of your panties.

He helps you out of them and your top, baring your entire body to him. The way his cock twitches makes him feel like a goddamn teenager. You paw at the zipper of his pants as he pulls off his t-shirt, tugging the cargos down his legs so you can kneel between them. If he thought he wasn’t going to last before, he’s certain of it now. He wraps your hair around his fist in a makeshift ponytail, watching you with hooded eyes as you kiss his tip.

“You look so gorgeous like this,” his voice is wavering, his composure drifting off.

That encourages you to take him into the wet heat of your mouth, tongue twirling around the tip. You run it along his slit, tasting the precum that had formed there. His head falls back onto the sofa cushions, jerking his hand back a bit and tugging your hair just enough for it to sting. You moan around his dick, the pain providing more pleasure than its intended purpose.

He bucks up into your mouth yet again, his length gliding down your throat. Not prepared for the intrusion, you gag, pulling off of his cock with a string of saliva bridging your lips to the tip. Tears prick at your eyes for a second, and then you’re going back in.

This time you manage to relax your throat, fitting more than you could prior. Changmin’s eyes are half lidded, not once daring to look anywhere that wasn’t you. The sight of you so eager to please, so desperate to reward him in spite of you being the one who’s never orgasmed before, was clouding his thinking.

The image of you on your knees, sucking him off like your life depended on it, would be burned into his brain for the rest of his life. (Not that he minded. You lived there practically rent free, anyways.)

Your attention stays on the tip of his cock, tongue repeatedly alternating with dragging under the head and the slit on top. He could die happily, actually, the fear that he may never have you in this way finally dissipating into thin air. Want could only take a man so far.

He doesn’t stay sentimental for very long, remembering that you were currently between his legs and the inner monologue could wait for later. Though, he makes the grave mistake of making direct eye contact with you and it’s game over after that point.

Changmin finishes with a groan, his cum painting your chest with milky white ropes. He cups both sides of your face, bringing you up to kiss you messily. He doesn’t care that he can taste himself in your mouth, nipping your bottom lip to pry it open. The two of you swap spots, with him now on the floor and you on the couch. He pushes up your knees, spreading them to gain access to your cunt, glistening with your slick.

He presses a soft kiss to your clit, glancing up at you through his lashes to gauge your reaction. He not only had a reputation to defend, but he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was going to be the first man to make you cum. But it wasn’t sufficient to just fuck you, he needed to do more than that. He needed to flood your senses and show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on.

His tongue circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, his ring and middle fingers going counter-clockwise on your entrance. He can hear the laboring of your breathing, the sharp exhale through your nostrils when he experimentally slides one of them inside of you. He starts to pump it slowly, building up the pace until he adds the other finger, curling them.

You whine when Changmin’s lips envelope your clit, suckling like a man starved. His fingers south don’t halt their assault, the palm of his other hand flattening on your lower stomach. You reach down to card through his hair, clutching the strands for support. He groans against your pussy, the vibrations contributing to the knot growing tighter in your abdomen.

He switches his tongue and fingers a moment later, lapping at your hole and swiping at your clit in a close ovular pattern with his thumb. You’re dizzy, lids fluttering shut and back arching off the cushions in a weak attempt to minimize the space between you. Changmin pins down your hips with his forearm, continuing making out with your cunt.

He flips the stimulation once more, mouth on your clit and fingers buried deep inside of you in an instant. He keeps his eyes on you, focused on every scrunch of your face and slacking of your jaw. The sudden difference in sensations has a loud moan ripping from your vocal cords, that knot coming undone almost too quickly for it being your first time in this position. You feel his lips turn up in a smile, like he’s proud of himself for doing the impossible.

Changmin pulls back slightly, his fingers still working you down from your peak. When he thinks you’ve calmed, he’s up and kissing you, petting your hair gently. “You did so well for me, baby.”

“I’ve made myself cum so many times before, but never like that— holy shit, Changmin…” You’re a little stunned and he finds it cute, despite you both being in such a compromising situation.

“I need you to give me one more, is that okay?” He lays you on your back, hovering over you. “I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock.”

You pull him down for another kiss, pecking the side of his neck with a hum. “Want you to fill me up, too.”

The groan that leaves him is guttural, his forehead falling onto your collarbone. Dreams really do come true. He hikes up one of your legs, lining himself up with you. He guides his cock into you and watches you for any moves of discomfort. A whimper bubbles past as he slips in, bottoming out smoothly. Half of you still couldn’t believe this was happening. No fucking way was Ji Changmin on top of you right now, dick compressed in your cunt to the hilt.

He holds your knee to your chest as he begins to thrust his hips, driving his cock deep from the get go. Each motion jostles you further up the sofa, but you’re too gone to care. Your eyes have started to roll to the back of your head and you already feel that pressure rising in the pit of your stomach.

At this rate, you’re not sure you’ll last very long. You’re still extremely sensitive from your first orgasm and Changmin’s plowing into you like he might never get the chance to do it again.

“You’re so— fuck— you’re so tight, baby… Squeezing me in like you don’t wanna let me go,” he rasps, trailing open mouthed kisses along your jaw and carrying them down your jugular.

You moan something about how deep he is, about how you can feel him everywhere. It’s too much. It’s not enough. And despite him giving you everything he has to offer, you crave more. You’re yearning for more.

Something in you snaps and you’re cradling his face in your hands. “Love you so much, Changmin. Wanna be with you forever.”

His eyes widen at your off-kilter confession, but he doesn’t cease once. If anything, his speed increases as he kisses you passionately, noses bumping but so far on the spectrum from the others. This one is more emotional, more meaningful. It’s not long before he’s spilling into you, moaning against your lips. You follow closely behind, your second orgasm cresting like a tidal wave.

You stay like that for a minute, both of you soaking it all in. Your chests meet in the middle with each breath you take.

Changmin pulls out of you carefully, laying so you can rest comfortably on top of him. A smile inches across his feature, like he was on the inside of a joke you weren’t. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What…”

“Nothing, it’s just,” he brushes some of your hair from your forehead to leave a smooch there. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you how I felt for a while now. I just wanted to assure that you wouldn’t scream in my face and run the opposite direction. But you went ahead and beat me to it.”

“You meant what you said about the other girls?” You nibble at the skin of your cheek, nervous. “You slept with them to distract yourself from me? Even Iseul?”

He nods, albeit a little shamefully. “Not my proudest moment, I’ll say. I could’ve gone about it a million other ways. But yeah, I didn’t want to ruin what we had. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you just because I couldn’t get my feelings in check.”

“You’re stupid,” you laugh, cuddling further into him. “It’s a good thing I’m kind of into that.”

“Kind of?” He quirks a brow at you. “I don’t know, you were saying something about loving me so much and wanting to be with me forever earlier…”

You smack his chest playfully. “Shut up. That was a moment of weakness or whatever.”

“It’s okay,” he smiles at you fondly, as if you were the reason that the sun shone so brightly. “I love you, too. And I wouldn’t mind being with you forever.”

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4only1 · 6 months ago

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Hello, hi. I read your fantastic Gitae fic and was wondering if you could do one where him and reader are business partners and are like considered a deadly duo because they work so well together and because the basically have the same personality but reader is much more sane and mostly tries to keep Gitae's bloodshed clean and not too messy but she overworks herself and is constantly on alert and Giate want to assure that they can both trust each other but reader was betrayed alot because people considered her weak and useless. 💋 thank you for listening to my Ted talk lovieeee

What you know

Gitae Kim X Reader Word Count: 767 Masterlist

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When people heard the names (Y/N) (L/N) and Gitae Kim, they knew there would be trouble. Gitae, a man of strange habits and pure strength, the patricide. (Y/N), a genius who kept the whole drug cartel together, heck, kept Gitae together. Without you, he would be a dysfunctional wreck, not keeping his bloodsheding tendencies together.

You had been waiting in the car since Gitae went to deal with Kwak Jichang, the king- well, soon to be former king of Seoul. As you shuffle papers around in your hand, casually glancing at your phone every now and then, waves of exhaustion hit you. You both had arrived in Korea a few days ago, but when did you last sleep? Someone had to keep the drug cartel running at all hours, and while Gitae was meeting with James Lee and relaxing, it was up to you to do that work. Paperwork really wasn’t Gitae’s thing anyway. Numbers too.

As you kept fighting the feeling of sleep, the car door opened. Gitae entered the car soon after, talking on the phone, most likely to James Lee. Frustration bubbled within you as you noted Gitae's new addition to his look. He didn’t have that much blood on him when he left.

“Seriously”

Is all you manage to get out once Gitae hangs up the phone. Not only did he do the exact opposite of what he told you he was going to do, but he also came back soaked in blood.

“I thought we talked about being less swing happy with the axe!”

“Not my fault. That Jichang guy was alright, but the police came so I had to deal with them.”

Gitae casually said, blowing out a puff of smoke with his sentence. You click your tongue at his response, before looking back at the papers. A yawn you tried so hard to keep back escapes your lips, drawing Gitae’s attention to you.

“And you have the nerve to scold me in that state. I thought we talked about you not overworking yourself.”

Gitae says, a bit mockingly, turning your own phrasing against you. You look at him, annoyance in your tired eyes. No matter how many times he told you to rest, you just couldn’t. You needed to prove your worth, no matter what personal cost came from it. You weren’t a fighter like Gitae, even the lower members of the gang have you beat in strength. You were the brains, you had to be, you couldn’t let simple exhaustion prevent you from doing the one thing that defined your worth. If things were running smoothly, you weren’t useless.

You couldn't let a small mistake even become a thought. You feared that if something did happen, big or small, you would be cast aside, replaced with someone else. You couldn't let it happen, not again, you couldn't allow yourself to be thrown away again.

Lost in thought, you don't notice that Gitae has grabbed the papers until you feel them leaving your hand. You turn to him, ready to yell, when his gaze stops you. He didn't have a caring bone in his body, so why did he look at you with those soft eyes? Why did he make it so hard for you to not trust him. In all the time you've known him, he hasn't so much as yelled at you, just playful banter. Even that was enough to put you on edge. Why was he so kind to you but harsh to everybody else?

“Go to sleep.” Is all he says.

“You can't be serious. I have to finish that work by tonight or-” He quickly cuts you off in a stern tone. But the gentleness is still there.

“Sleep. I refuse to spend another second being scolded by your sleep deprived ass. What's the saying, happy wife, happy life? You’re basically my wife with how you nag me all the time. I prefer if your grouchy ass was rested, so I don't have to deal with your complaints.”

Gitae calmly says before again reaching over and forcing you to lay down across the backseat, your head resting on his leg. You fought to keep your eyes open, but the comfort of Gitae's presence kept you relaxed. You wanted to argue back, but it didn't take long for sleep to consume you.

His large hand rested on the side of your head, stroking your hair. Cigarette smoke filled the air, but that didn't bother you much. You felt comfortable, safe, trusting. Maybe just this time, you can trust someone a little bit more.

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Always love writing a Gitae request. I need to see more of this man in the story please. Next request comes out next week, spoilers, it's another Shingen request (what do y'all see in that man?)

I didn't properly proof read this one so I hope it sounds fine.

#gitae kim #gitae kim x reader #lookism gitae #kitae kim #lookism #lookism spoilers #lookism x reader

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trueebeauty · 1 year ago

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- the kings + their problems

𝖩𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖦 𝖪𝖶𝖠𝖪 - ᴘᴀʀᴀɴᴏɪᴀ

The dimly lit apartment casted an eerie shadow over Jichang's tense features as he paced back and forth, his fingers twitching.

Gitae Kim was definitely something… and it had left him on edge, his mind plagued with thoughts of potential danger lurking around every corner, worsened by the fresh bandage on his neck – a reminder of what he had barely escaped.

A soft knock at the door made Jichang freeze, his eyes widening ever so slightly as his gaze darted toward the sound. With a slight tremble in his hands, he approached the door cautiously, peering through the peephole with bated breath.

Relief washed over him when he spotted your familiar face on the other side. Quickly, he unlocked the door, ushering you inside with a forced smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Hey," you greeted, concern etched on your features as you took in his tense demeanor and the bandage peeking out from beneath his collar. "How are you holding up?"

Jichang forced a nonchalant shrug, but his eyes betrayed him, "Yeah, I'm fine," he lied, his voice wavering ever so slightly. "Just been a long day, you know?"

You stepped closer, gently brushing your fingers against the bandage on his neck. Jichang flinched at the sudden contact, his muscles taut, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he seemed to melt into your touch, craving the comfort and security you provided.

"Jichang," you murmured, your thumb rubbing soothing circles on the tense muscles of his neck. "You don't have to put up a brave front with me. Talk to me."

A tremor ran through Jichang's body as he exhaled a shaky breath, his walls slowly crumbling under your tender gaze. "I can't shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ever since the run-in, I've been constantly on edge, waiting for something else to happen."

You pulled him into a warm embrace, your fingers combing through his hair in a calming motion while your other hand continued to soothe the tension in his neck. "I'm here now," you whispered, your lips brushing against his cheek. "You're safe here, Jichang. We won't let anything happen to you."

Jichang leaned into your embrace, his rigid posture gradually relaxing as he allowed himself to bask in your presence. His trembling subsided, and his racing heartbeat slowed to a steady rhythm, lulled by your gentle voice and the caress of your touch.

𝖲𝖤𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖩𝖨 𝖸𝖴𝖪 - ᴜɴᴡᴏʀᴛʜɪɴᴇꜱꜱ

The sweet aroma of simmering sugar filled the air as Seongji and you worked side by side, carefully threading sugar on top of the strawberries.

A playful grin tugged at your lips as you nudged Seongji's shoulder, earning you a mock-offended gasp from him.

"Hey, watch it! You're going to make me mess up," Seongji chided.

"Oh, please, like yours could ever be anything less than perfect," you teased.

Seongji rolled his eyes, but the faint blush dusting his cheeks betrayed his pleasure at your compliment. As you reached for another skewer, your movements slowed, his gaze fixating on your hand – your perfectly normal, five-fingered hand.

A pang of insecurity flickered in his chest, and he quickly averted his eyes, turning his attention back to the simmering pot of sugar. But as he stirred, his mind wandered, dwelling on the differences between the two of you.

You were the complete opposite of him.

You were kind, loving, compassionate, open, and definitely more social.

He was cold, distrusting, introverted, he hated people (minus the children that you call **your nickname for them**).

"Who could ever love someone like me?" he thought, his brow furrowing as self-doubt crept in.

So lost in his troubled musings, Seongji failed to notice the splattering of hot sugar until a droplet landed on your hand, eliciting a hiss of pain from you.

"Ouch! Seongji, the pot!" you exclaimed, quickly grabbing a towel and wiping the sugar from your hand.

Seongji's head snapped up, his eyes widening as he realized the sugar had begun to burn and without thinking, he reached for the pot.

"Seongji, wait!" you cried out, but it was too late. He grasped the handle of the hot pot, and a pained hiss escaped his lips as the searing heat made contact with his hand.

Quickly, you grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your hand before carefully removing the pot from the heat and setting it aside. Your heart raced with concern as you rushed back to Seongji's side, gently cradling his injured hand in yours.

"Oh, Seongji," you murmured, your voice laced with worry as you examined the angry red burn marring his skin.

Seongji remained silent, his body tense as he watched you tenderly care for his wound. He couldn't comprehend why you were fussing over him, why you weren't repulsed.

"How can you stand to look at me, let alone touch me?" he whispered, his voice thick with self-loathing.

Your heart ached at the pain lacing his words, and you gently took his hand in yours, cradling it with the utmost tenderness. "Seongji, you are not a monster," you said firmly, your thumb caressing the extra digits with awe. "This is a part of you, and it's beautiful."

Seongji's eyes widened, a flicker of disbelief flickering across his features. "But—"

You shook your head vehemently, not letting him finish his sentence, leaning forward to press a featherlight kiss to each of his fingertips, cherishing every inch of his being. "You are perfect, just as you are."

Tears welled up in Seongji's eyes, but for the first time in a long while, they weren't born of anguish. Instead, they were tears of relief and acceptance.

"How did I get so lucky?" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he gazed at you with adoration.

You smiled warmly, intertwining your fingers with his uninjured hand. "I'm the lucky one. And I'll spend every day reminding you of how truly special and loved you are if that's what it takes."

Seongji's lips curved into a genuine smile, gently, he raised your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the exact spot where the sugar had burned you earlier.

"Thank you," he murmured, his eyes filled with gratitude and love. "For seeing me, for loving me, for everything."

𝖳𝖠𝖤𝖲𝖮𝖮 𝖬𝖠 - ᴠɪɴᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ

Taesoo Ma's muscles ached with fatigue as he unleashed a flurry of punches against the sturdy trunk of a pine tree. His knuckles stung with each impact, but the physical pain was a mere distraction from the burning rage that consumed him.

"That bastard," he growled through gritted teeth, his voice dripping with venom as he punched away at the stubborn tree. "I'll make you pay for everything you've done."

Taesoo had bought this secluded mountain property for hunting purposes, but it just turned into a place to train and hone his skills until he was ready for his rematch.

But as the days turned into weeks, his thirst for vengeance had morphed into an all-consuming obsession, driving him to push himself to the brink of exhaustion.

The sound of a tent flap unzipping behind him barely registered in Taesoo's mind, consumed as he was by his relentless assault on the tree. It wasn't until a familiar voice called out to him that he finally paused, chest heaving with exertion.

"Taesoo? Have you been out here all night?" you asked, concern lacing your tone as you took in his disheveled appearance.

Taesoo wiped the sweat from his brow, offering you a tired smile. "I lost track of time."

You frowned, crossing the clearing to stand closer to him. "You're going to run yourself into the ground at this rate," you chided gently, reaching out to cradle his bruised knuckles in your hands, your gaze lingering on the eye patch covering his missing eye.

Taesoo tensed, his good eye narrowing as he turned his head away, shielding himself from your view. He braced himself for the inevitable look of pity or disgust, but it never came.

Instead, you gently cupped his cheek, turning his face back towards you with a tender touch. "Hey," you murmured, your voice soft and reassuring. "You don't have to hide from me."

Before Taesoo could protest, you pulled him into a warm embrace, your arms wrapping around him as you rested your cheek against his chest. "I'm here, Taesoo. All of you. The scars, the pain, the anger – I'll carry it all with you."

"I have to get stronger," he murmured, his voice laced with determination. "I can't let him get away with what he did to me, to the others."

Your heart ached at the pain etched into his features, and you gently guided him towards a nearby fallen log, coaxing him to sit down beside you.

"Taesoo, you're already one of the strongest people I know," you said earnestly, your thumb tracing soothing circles over his calloused knuckles. "But strength alone won't be enough to defeat someone like James Lee."

Taesoo's brow furrowed, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. "Then what else is there?"

You offered him a soft smile, "You need to take care of yourself, too," you murmured. "Pushing yourself to the brink of exhaustion won't do you any good in the long run."

Taesoo let out a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world rested upon them. "I just... I can't let him win. Not after what he's taken from me."

"And he won't," you assured him, your fingers gently carding through his hair. "But you need to trust that you'll be ready when the time comes. For now, focus on your own well-being. Let me take care of you."

A flicker of vulnerability flickered across Taesoo's face, but he didn't shy away from your tender touch. Instead, he leaned into your embrace, "I don't know what I did to deserve you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You pressed a featherlight kiss to his temple, your arms wrapping around him in a comforting embrace. "You deserve the world, Taesoo. And I'll be right here, every step of the way, reminding you of that."

𝖩𝖠𝖤𝖦𝖸𝖤𝖮𝖭 𝖭𝖠 - ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ

The roar of a powerful engine echoed through the bustling streets as Jaegyeon Na pulled up in yet another sleek, high-end sports car. His face was alight with childlike glee as he stepped out of the driver's seat, running his hands along the pristine exterior with joy.

"Isn't she a beauty?" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with uncontrolled enthusiasm.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you approached him, a small frown tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Jaegyeon, didn't you just buy a new car last month?"

Jaegyeon's grin faltered slightly at your scolding tone, but he quickly recovered, waving a dismissive hand. "Ah, that old thing? It was starting to feel a bit dated, you know how it is."

You arched an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. "No, Jaegyeon, I don't know how it is. You can't keep going through cars like this. It's a colossal waste of money."

Jaegyeon's pout deepened, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated display of grumpiness. "But, I take good care of my cars! It's not my fault that they get... a little scratched up now and then."

You fixed him with a pointed look, recalling the numerous instances of Jaegyeon's "minor scratches" turning into full-blown dents and shattered windshields. "Jaegyeon, you need to stop damaging your cars. This habit of yours is getting out of hand."

Jaegyeon's shoulders slumped, and he kicked at an imaginary pebble on the ground, his expression almost comically dejected. "It's not like I mean to wreck them," he mumbled, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Your heart softened at the genuine sadness in his tone, and you stepped closer, gently cupping his cheek in your hand. "I know, Jaegyeon. But you have to drive carefully, especially ones as expensive as these cars."

Jaegyeon leaned into your touch, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "I do, I just get so caught up in the thrill of driving, you know? And besides half the time, someone else breaks it."

You couldn't help but smile, even as you shook your head in exasperated fondness. "I know, but that's no excuse for recklessness. Promise me you'll take better care of this one?"

A slow grin spread across Jaegyeon's face, and he nodded eagerly. "I promise. No more scratches, dents, or shattered windshields. Scout's honor!"

You chuckled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Somehow, I doubt you were ever a scout, but I'll take your word for it."

Jaegyeon beamed, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. "You know, you're the best."

You rolled your eyes playfully but returned his embrace with equal warmth anyways.

𝖦𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖲𝖤𝖮𝖡 𝖩𝖨 - ɪᴍᴘᴜʟꜱɪᴠᴇ

Gongseob Ji let out a triumphant whoop as his opponent crumpled to the ground, knocked out cold. He puffed out his chest, reveling in his victory, when a sudden urge struck him – an impulsive desire to assert his dominance even further.

Hands immediately unzipping his zipper, just as he was about to act on that ill-advised impulse, a familiar voice cut through the haze of adrenaline.

"Gongseob Ji, don't you dare!" you exclaimed, rushing towards him with a look of sheer disgust engraved on your face.

Gongseob froze, his eyes widening as you grabbed him by the ear, tugging him away from the unconscious figure on the ground.

"Ow, ow, ow! [Your Name], what gives?" he protested, wincing at the firm grip you had on his ear.

You fixed him with a stern look, your free hand reaching to his zipper, pulling it up. "You know exactly what gives, Gongseob. Don't even try to play innocent with me."

Gongseob pouted, his bravado deflating under your disapproving gaze. "But I won fair and square! I was just going to celebrate a little."

You arched an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by his justification. "By peeing on your opponent? Yeah, that's not happening."

Gongseob's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he averted his gaze, mumbling under his breath. "Well, when you put it like that..."

Your expression softened, and you released his ear, opting instead to gently cup his face in your hands. "Gongseob, you're an amazing fighter, but you can't just do that. It's disrespectful and frankly, a bit gross."

Gongseob's shoulders slumped, and he leaned into your touch, his eyes full of remorse. "You're right, I got carried away again, didn't I?"

You smiled softly, brushing his braid to the back. "It's okay, Just remember, true strength isn't about showing off or humiliating others. It's about having the discipline and self-control to use your abilities responsibly."

Gongseob nodded, his lips quirking into a lopsided grin. "You always know just what to say, don't you?"

You chuckled, linking your arm through his as you guided him away from the scene. "Someone has to keep that impulsive streak of yours in check, Mr. Hotshot Fighter."

#lookism headcanons #lookism x male reader #taesoo ma #kwak jichang #jaegyeon na #gongseob ji #seongji yuk #lookism x reader #lookism #lookism manhwa

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vvmylove · 1 year ago

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Just a little thought (headcannons?) about my man Jichang

He is the type of guy when he first greets you, he bows a little, takes your hand in his, and kisses your knuckles. "What a beautiful woman/handsome man I have presented in front of me," with a small chuckle. It isn't exactly a smirk, but just the corner of his lips goes up a little. He seems classy, but not too classy. It's just in his mannerism, especially the way he sits.

Even though he may be classy, he makes goofy jokes. He isn't one to stay quiet at dinners with the rest of the first generations. He usually makes comments about Jaegyon, just teasing him for fun. He would say some shit like "Jaegyon's car is more damaged than that James lee kid."

He's very protective and very willing to give it his all. No matter what situation he is in. He is very loyal, as you can tell by the way he was loyal to his "old man." He did everything in his power to protect the old man and was disappointed with the outcome of the situation.

Speaking of protectiveness, if he was ever in a relationship with you, he would NEVER leave your side. This man the type to have his hands on you always. He isn't very expressive, but his actions show more than his words. He is generally quiet. His hands are either on your lower back, on your shoulder (if you're shorter), on your wrist, or your thighs. He cannot keep his hands off you. He also has his guard on 24/7.

Did I mention that he is also very attentive? This goes with the fact that he isn't as expressive. He may not say it in words, but he remembers that one day you mentioned that you've always wanted to go to this place. Or for a split second, you mention how this piece of jewelry has caught your eye, and he would save up just to buy you it. Along with a pastry and coffee. This man thinks jewelry, coffee, and sweets go along together (I do too.) He would gift it to you at a cute cafe, or by some sort of flowery scenery.

GOOD AT ADVICE. Idc this man may be quiet, but he can spit facts. But its only every once in a while. Someone will be ranting to him, as hes listening carefully, then all of the sudden hes like "Stop letting the addiction of immediate gratification get in the way of success" (yes I made this up on the spot, hes just like me fr). And then cross his legs, leans back, smokes a cigarette like its nothing.

I have more thoughts about him but i gtg to the doctors now BYEEE

Idk why i dont write these at all they are much better than writing out a whole fanfiction. Let me know if yall wanna hear more and for which guy

#i am so normal about him #ya think?#maybe him and I should just get married #along with goo #lookism #lookism thoughts #fanfiction #kwak jichang #jichang #jichang thoughts

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okaysonny · 4 months ago

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about james lee ╏ taesoo ma + first gen kings

𓇼 summary: taesoo finally found james lee — he figures he should tell the other kings.

𓇼 details: no reader, takes place after the dg vs taesoo fight (one night arc)

𓇼 wc: 1.4k

𓇼 A/N: thanks to the anon who gave me the idea! there's not much source material for any of them, but...i tried my best to write them in character (-.-)

!!! we don't know how long jaegyeon + dg have been working together. if it's revealed he already knew dg's identity during one night arc...we can just say he's playing dumb 😝

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 created the group 'ABOUT JAMES LEE'

Jichang Kwak Taesoo? JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 Oh ffs Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Hello everyone. You know I wouldn't be contacting you all for no reason. I'm recovering in Gangbuk right now and I'd rather not have a group face time. This is about James Lee SEOKDU WANG Yeah we can see that. Thanks for making us look like stalkers Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Shut up. You know as well as I do how much that prick terrorised us, which is why my people in Ansan made a plan to lure him out. I found James Lee Jichang Kwak You have? JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 Seriously??? DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Greetings 😊 This monk doesn't indulge in technology, but it must've been Buddha's will that this phone fell into my hands...What's this about James Lee? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Hello Gongseob. Still putting up this sham I see DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ It must also be Buddha's will to choke you with my prayer beads 😊😊 Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I'll snap off that prosthetic leg while you're at it DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ You talk as if you don't have a glass eye 😊 Jichang Kwak Jesus Christ, how did you two children manage to rule your regions? Taesoo, you have us all here, so get to the point. Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Right, James isn't just in hiding like we all thought. He's taken on a completely new identity, one that's very visible to the public...essentially, he's hiding in plain sight. SEOKDU WANG A new identity that's public? Why would James risk that? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 No idea. But he fooled me for a good while when I first saw him Jichang Kwak But the bottom line is you saw him, right? So who is he? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Yes...and I fought with him. Everyone...this is James Lee

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗

taesoo stares at the screen in confusion. no one sent anything for a good while.

until finally:

DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ 😧😧😧 Jichang Kwak ...You sent the wrong picture JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I don't even wanna know why you have this saved. Aren't you a little too old to be listening to him? 😬 SEOKDU WANG Exposing yourself in such a way...I'd be embarrassed if I were those Ansan kids Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 What the hell??? No you idiots. This is James Lee. He's been hiding as Diego Kang, better known as DG, a famous idol.

taesoo blinks as the chat goes silent again.

until...

JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 🤣🤣😭😭 Jichang Kwak Taesoo... SEOKDU WANG Go vegan and these hallucinations won't happen Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 WHAT??? I've seen him with my own two eyes, this man is James Lee...you guys don't believe me? DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Hoho don't you mean one eye? 😊 And...lying goes against the 4th precept... Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Fuck you firstly. Secondly, WHY would I lie about this? DG is James Lee and he came to Gangbuk once he saw his name was being used...that was the plan to lure him out.

DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 What would I gain from making this up? JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I dunno but I always knew you were weird. No sane man willingly shits in the mountains Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 ??? You know I don't live there, right? And that's not the point. I'm telling the truth. Hudson was there too SEOKDU WANG All I'm saying is...you're the most vengeful towards James out of everyone here...so it's not impossible to think you got confused and beat up an innocent celebrity... Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 WHAT??? THAT'S ABSOLUTELY NOT WHAT HAPPENED

DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Send a Buddhist quote one more time I dare you Jichang Kwak Everyone...let's stop bickering for a moment. Taesoo, why don't you just tell us everything that happened? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Right...so basically, Hudson made a plan to lure out James by having a crew in Gangbuk use his name. James was obviously hiding for a reason, so he'd want to take out the threats to his concealment. DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Little Hudson! 😄 His night club in Ansan is fantastic...or so I've heard. Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 😐 Anyway, it worked because James ended up coming. But before that, some 2nd generation kiddies were there...it's surprising but they were quite strong...I felt like I was back in my younger days. SEOKDU WANG Going toe to toe with the 2nd generation...this would never happen in Suwon Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Whatever. It got interrupted when this guy with pink hair smashed through the window and started fighting me...he did scarily remind me of James but I didn't think too much of it JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I'm surprised you didn't recognise someone as famous as DG...then again, it makes sense given where you live 🤔 Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I SAID I DON'T LIVE IN THE MOUNTAINS. And he was wearing some ski mask so I couldn't recognise him either way Jichang Kwak How did you know he was James? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 That fucker repeated the same lines during our fight back then...that's when I knew. And when he took off his mask, I saw James' face in him. He didn't deny it either, in fact, he confirmed it for me. DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Hmmm... Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Listen...I know it's hard to believe, but ignore the pink hair and flashy accessories and just look at his face. Don't tell me he doesn't look like James.

taesoo sighs as the chat goes silent again, bracing himself for whatever mockery they throw at him.

but to his pleasant surprise:

SEOKDU WANG ...He does look like him JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 And I always thought that kid had good looks...he could've definitely passed as an idol DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ They look alike, but how come no one else has noticed? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 This weirdo changed his entire personality too. He's way more calm and stoic, not the cocky guy we saw back then. SEOKDU WANG Hang on, how did the fight go? If you're recovering in Gangbuk, does that mean you lost? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Well what do you think?

taesoo rolls his eyes as the radio silence returns. until eventually:

JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 🤣🤣😭😭 Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 What is it now? JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 YOU GOT BEAT BY SOMEONE WHO TWERKS FOR TEENAGE GIRLS 🤣🤣😭😭 SEOKDU WANG I just watched one of his performances...Taesoo...this is a new low DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Defeated by James even after forgoing his identity...this too, must be Buddha's will Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I hope you all choke. Unlike you, I can admit when I've lost fair and square, no matter my opponent. JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I bet you're crying behind the screen right now Jichang Kwak Stop it everyone. Let's not kick a man when he's already down. Taesoo has suffered enough humiliation Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 ? I just said I wasn't feeling humiliated but thanks JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I don't get it though, why would James change his whole persona? It can't just be because of the first generation…and he must've gotten help from someone to become DG SEOKDU WANG Wait, didn't he say 'join our group' when trying to recruit Seongji to that 4 major crews thing? Could it be them? Or one of them? Jichang Kwak I think you're bang on the money Seokdu. I have a hunch about why James went into hiding…and who helped him become Diego Kang. JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 Woah. I feel like we're in a detective movie 😆 We should rename this group to 'Incheon Investigations' Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I'm not changing it. And if anything, it should be called 'Ansan Investigations' because I'm the one who brought this up Jichang Kwak Stay on topic for 1 minute, I beg of you. Anyway, thanks for telling us Taesoo. I'm going to try discreetly look into this…you've been a big help for my investigations. P.S. - It should be called 'Chungcheong Investigations' because I'm in the police force. Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 I had a feeling this was tied into the case you're investigating. James should be brought to justice. You've had to give up so much because of bastards like him. I hope you succeed. Jichang Kwak :) JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 🤢 Get a room. Anyhow, is there a point in keeping this group? Unless you wanna make the right decision and rename it to 'Incheon Investigations' ;) Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I will not. But there's no harm in keeping it, just in case anything noteworthy comes up. SEOKDU WANG ...This better not be a regular thing Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Well I hated this conversation more than seeing that pink princess, so it won't! DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Taesoo, can I ask you one thing? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 What is it? DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Since you're friendly with DG, would you mind asking him for some concert tickets as a donation to our temple? 😊

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 has left the group

A/N: jichang x taesoo is my fav rare pair ❤️ taesoo even said he'd investigate jichang's death at his funeral + he was the first king there bruh 🥺😭 ohhh my shayla...

P.S. - if you liked this, check out the j high gc fic that anon was talking about!

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amphitriteswife · 5 months ago

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Pregnancy

Pairing: Jaegyeon na x pregnant! Reader

Tags: @yue-yolk

Source: Lookism

Summary: basically the kings find out your pregnant and you’re a queen.

Shit post scenario

Jaegyeon felt a bit of worry. He usually doesn’t meet with the other kings unless he necessarily has to. Most of the time they break his baby Initial N anyway so he avoids them like the plague. It’s all just business or fights after all…but today is diffident. This time you won’t be here with them when they meet. Gripping the steering wheel even harder, Jaegyeon’ car was once again smashed by Taesoo ma. Ofcourse it would be him. How could it not? But he’s way too nervous….he needs to calm himself. It’s not like they knew anything about the relationship. Hell the both of you always acted hostile towards each other. Phew, he almost pissed his pants out of nervousness. Okay maybe not. But he felt like that okay? Jeagyeon got out of his car and stood against it. All the kings found it rather unlike him to be so calm…but soon they noticed another thing: your absence.

Jichang: where’s (Name)? She’s usually the first out of all of us to be here.

Jaegyeon: she’s not attending today, she is…with child.

All the kings turned to look at him, clearly not believing a single word out of his mouth. Besides, everyone knows the two of you don’t get along so what is he lying for? It’s not even a good lie, you would never get pregnant. How will you fight and keep your empire intact?

Jichang: no offends Jaegyeon but why would she ever tell you even if she was pregnant?

Taesoo ma: yeah, she doesn’t even like you. I think she would tell any of us faster than you.

Gongseob Ji: wait she’s pregnant?

Both Jichang and Taesoo ma sighed at Gongseob’s dumb question, yet the big mystery remained. Why are you pregnant and how and which even did it. And how come Jaegyeon na knows?? He’s not a trustable person. Hell he’s a a child himself! Well…acting like one most of the time.

Gongseob Ji: damn what did Jichang do?

Jichang: what do you mean me?

Seokdu Wang: She did mention that you were quite ‘good looking’ when we fought.

Jichang: i’m too busy to get someone pregnant.

Taesoo ma: so who’s the dad? Do we know him?

Jaegyeon: it’s me…

All the kings whipped their heads towards him. No way this man child was the father to your child. No. They don’t believe it. Not at all. Never. Didn’t you hate the man???….why is he sweating so much

Taesoo ma: well that was unexpected

Jichang: so…you two did it?

Gongseob Ji : crazyyy.

Taesoo ma: it was probably a one time thing.

Jaegyeon na: it wasn’t.

Gongseob: how did you even bag her dude.

Jichang: exactly my thought, you should be the one pregnant

The kings all snickered among themselves, cleary making fun of the fact that Jaegyeon ever got someone as amazing as you pregnant. After all, you were fiercy and dominant. Jaegyeon is childish and quirky. How the hell did he even get to graze your presence.

Jaegyeon: well…we just kissed and…yeah. And now she’s pregnant.

Jichang: you filthy dog how dare you only have a one night stand with the queen. Don’t you have any respect?

Jaegyeon: it wasn’t a one night stand!

Gongseob: so it’s a fling.

Jaegyeon: No! We already had something going on!

Taesoo ma: so…what was it then?

Jaegyeon: we have been in a relationship for like 4 years

Gongseob: oh what the fuxk?

Never in a million years would they have seen this coming. You and him? Yall were at each other’s throats each time they saw the two of you and you mean to tell them you guys kissed? Oh hell naw. And the fact it has been 4 YEARS is wild.

Gobseob: well yall definitely didn’t bang in that junk. She wouldn’t stoop even lower than being with you.

Jaegyeon: …

#jaegyeon na #lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism jaegyeon na #jaegyeon na x reader

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emojellyace08 · 2 years ago

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Hiii! I love the way you write and I was wondering if I could make a request (only if you want)

So how about the lookism boys reaction to an extremely beautiful and ethereal fem!reader who is like so feminine and ethereal she looks like a princess from a fairytale and even animals love her??

Anyways remember to stay safe and healthy!!

Lookism Men x Stunning Fem! Reader

Hiii Thanks for the request @jejegilipollas! This kind of reminds me of a Disney Princess reader! I'll be doing headcannons for almost every Lookism Men so I wouldn't leave out who you actually simp for xD. And remember all of us are really pretty in our on ways and we're all equal. And stay safe and healthy too! Warnings: insecurities, mentions of trauma, mature themes for the bottom/second part Genre: fluff ☁️ angst 🥀, slight lemon/smut 🍋 slight crack (comedy)🧨 ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco/Eli Jang/Warren Chae/Jerry Kwon/Johan Seong/Jake Kim/Sinu Han/Duke Pyeon/Jace Park/Line Man/Brad Lee/Jiho Park/Magami Kenta/Young Jinyoung Park/Young Gapryong Kim/Jichang Kwak/Taesoo Ma/Xiaoleoung/Jihan Kwak/Jibeom Kwak/Yuseong

He doesn't really prioritize having a "Goddess or too good to be true looking girlfriend" since he already has lots of trauma and he's been really stressful lately. So having a dependable, trust-worthy, and helpful partner is enough for him.

But when he saw you, a transferee student/staff on his school/working place he couldn't stop staring at you. He may look like a creep so when you turn in his direction, so he'll look away pretty fast. But you took notice of this and knowing your friendly personality and warm vibes, you thought befriending him isn't a bad idea.

So when you approached him, he couldn't help but to blush and be awkward around you. He thinks that you're too good for him and he's out of your league. Your smart, pretty, kind, you name it. Because of his insecurities getting in his way, he doesn't really know if he even deserves to stay beside you. But after getting to know you better, you're not really a judgmental person and you're always staying beside him even when things aren't really going well for him. So he really learned how to trust you more.

He's also the type to innocently admire your beauty. He'll definitely shower you with lots of pure compliments! "Hi Y/N!" "Oh hello." you greeted him back with a soft voice as he noticed your hair tied in a different hair style since you often let your hair be loose down. "Your hair looks pretty today." he complimented you while rubbing his nape feeling shy. "Oh really? Thank you!" you smiled back at him, you've been feeling down lately because of your pretty privilege making you insecure. But his compliments just makes your day better. "Yeah, no problem."

You may not know it but it's obvious that he's an animal lover. And he always adopts or feed stray pups and kittens who either lost their way or have gotten abandoned by their animal parent or owner. So you asked him about this and he seems pretty flustered when you brought about the topic and you couldn't help but to giggle at his reaction. Oh God, your voice sounds so pretty. He really can't help but to admire you even more. He just really can't help but to compliment you a lot though you can hear the shy and bashful tone beneath his voice.

So when you're walking home after school/work, you saw a little kitten crying near the road. You decided to gently approach the animal since it can get hurt by a vehicle if you just let it be. You called for it's attention with a sweet voice. And unexpectedly, the cute furball didn't hesitate to rub her body on your leg making you chuckle. "You found a stray kitten?" you heard a familiar voice as you turned around to see that it's just him making you sigh. "Jesus, you scared me" you replied back as he softly chuckled and squatted down beside you making sure that he wouldn't scare the kitten away. "Shh, don't worry little one he's a nice guy" you cooed as he was shocked at your statement. Him? A nice guy? He couldn't help but frown thinking about the things he have done and the names people called him. He feels like you're too good for him, yet you're like a fire in a cold snowy weather. It may seems like your warm feeling can hurt him, but it's in fact the opposite. You made him feel, what's the word. Relaxed? Comfortable? He doesn't really know as he couldn't stay away from you no matter how many times he tried.

"So umm..." "Yes?" you asked him in a sweet tone as he tried completing his sentence, he couldn't help but stutter since he's been hiding his true feelings for you for a long time now. "I have pet food on my house, would you mind if we take her home?" he requested as your eyes sparkled. "Really? Sure! I was also planning to buy her food since it looks like she hasn't been fed for days." "Okay, but do you think you can carry her? Stray cats may have rabies if you got bitten y'know" he reminded you as you chuckled once again. "Don't worry. She let me touch her and it seems like she's getting used with my presence" "Sure. Let's go now" he stood up as you picked the little kitty on your warm arms. "So what will you name her?" he asked on his way home as you followed next to him. "Meowy!" (Chainsaw Man reference lol) "Meowy?" "Yeah. I couldn't think of a cool name. And when I saw her she didn't even hesitate to greet me, so I think Meowy will be her name" you stated as he can still see the light behind your eyes (MCR reference lol) as you petted the animal already felling asleep. He smiled at you as he thought how not only how beautiful you are, you also have a good heart. "Meowy is a pretty name. You should keep it" he replied back as you smiled at him and continued to thank him for helping you out on taking care of the little kitten. Can he just enjoy this moment with you? He have forgotten the danger outside the world as he has the desire to protect you. You really are his sunshine.

Gun Park/Samuel Seo/James Lee or DG/Magami Kenta/Hudson Ahn/Vin Ho Bin(Vin Jin)/Cheong Taejin/Mandeok/Olly Wang/Jiho Park (villain arc)

For the most part, he's not the type to be looking for a date unlike the others. He's not a hopeless romantic.

Though if he founds someone attractive he can't help himself to do the fling with them, releasing his stress on someone while making himself feel good. Yep, he's only fucking someone just so he can pleasure himself. Nothing more and nothing less.

But he can't help but to curious the moment he laid his eyes on you. You're cute to be honest, he won't deny that. You look and act so fragile, innocent most likely. You're also very gentle, sweet and passionate. Contrasting his wild and bold side. He's like a wild animal. He's harsh, aggressive and cold. He never has the desire to be involved on a romantic relationship. He finds the idea of it cringy to be honest. He finds it making him vulnerable. And he finds the idea of having a soft spot on someone well what's the word, to be honest he can't put words on the idea of it.

He does wonder sometimes if he actually lived a decent life, but that doesn't mean that he has regrets of becoming who he is today. He's strong and he can handle things on his own which makes him proud of himself. But hearing it from you and showering him with pure and genuine compliments sounds and feel very different. "Wow! You're so cool and strong!" you stated as your eyes sparkled like little stars on the dark, starry night. He smirked at this, he must admit that you look so innocent and if you continued to act like this, he wouldn't hesitate to give you a kiss if he's more affectionate. "Well I know" he simply replied. Thinking about this moments make his head ache and his stomach grumble. It's not because he's sick, but is it because of what most called butterflies? He chuckled at the thought of it. It's useless. He doesn't need anybody let alone a girl, but he'll often look for your presence when you and him are away for each other even if it's not a very long time.

And it makes him wonder why do you always stay on his side. You and him are too different. You actually lived a decent and peaceful life with a healthy environment, unlike him who's always surrounded by thugs and who's often obsessed with money, power, drugs, alcohol and sex. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he does like you. That's why he's always pushing you away. He doesn't want you to get hurt. And he'll definitely kicked someone's ass if they ever tried to lay their hands on you.

"Hey," he called for your attention as you looked at him with those doe-like eyes. His voice sounds a bit harsh and demanding, but after getting to know him better and getting close to him you know that he's just like that to everybody. And you know that he actually doesn't mean it to be like that. "Yes?" you asked him softly as he made eye-contact. "Why do you always stay next to me?" he asked curiously as it made you slightly upset to be honest. Does he think of you as a burden? Are you annoying? Well despite you always getting compliments from other people about how you look like a princess or Goddess that popped on a fairy tail and given life, you're actually insecure about yourself. Your gentle and feminine side can be annoying to some. You can't help but to feel like a little child that always needed to be protected and taken care of. And you often cared too much about others making you a people pleaser. "What do you mean?" you chuckled trying to hide your distress but he took notice of this. He doesn't mean to be rude, he sighed as he reconstructed his statement since you misunderstood it in the wrong way. "I mean, why do you stay beside me? You can get hurt you know?" he stated as your eyes sparkled once again. "Ahh, you mean in that way?" "Yeah." "Well, because you're really nice!" you honestly answered as he was shocked by your response. Really? Most people viewed him as an asshole for beating them up for his work. "You're joking right?" "Why do you think I'm joking? You're strong, kind well in some times, and you actually protected me when I need help." you smiled at him once again as he looked from a different direction trying to hide his blush. So far, that's the most genuine compliment he got from someone else.

And he also took notice of how gentle you are with animals. Not only you help out other people, but also those street kittens and pups that randomly pop up on streets. He just finds owning a pet a bit stressful since he already has lots of responsibility in his shoulders. "PLEASE CAN WE ADOPT HIM!" you pleaded as you cling on his arms making him groan. "No." "WHY!" "Well, I can't take care of it and I don't want to." he answered honestly but in a brutal way making you frown. If you have dog ears right now it will droop down and your eyes got bigger again like you're about to cry. "Please? I'll take care of it..." you put your hands together begging as he stares at you. He honestly find it cringy since he doesn't know if you're doing that on purpose or if you're just too soft. Not being able to stop you, he sighed. "Fine, but don't ask me to be his babysitter." he looked away as you smiled once again. "C'mon just tell me that you also find him cute!" "Shut up..." he may sound rude, but you can see that little smirk forming on his lips.

Goo Kim/Jake Kim/Kuroda Ryuhei/Yoojin/Sinu Han

This men will be a 100% simp for you (especially Goo and Ryuhei). He just founds you really hot, cute and pretty! Well you name it.

In some levels, they do care about their partner's appearance (remember having preferences are not bad ladies and gentle man). But they actually do not belittle others who are not their taste especially women since for the most part. He's a gentleman (or he tries to be).

To be honest, they're just secretly horny lmao. Remember they're still men so having a partner with a beautiful face and body just makes him worked up. Like, you don't have a right to be this pretty (he just praises you at this point).

But he does know deep inside that looks are not just a fundamental in having a partner. He does care about personality. He just honestly can't stand women who looks hot but just acts annoying and bitchy most of the time. It turns him off the most. But meeting you is one of the best blessing he have. Not only you look like a deity, but you also act like one. He just thought you're an angel who fell from the sky, in this hellish place called Earth. Did God sent you for him? Is life not finally being an ass to him? Who knows.

He'll also compliment you 24/7. Like his mouth just wouldn't stop talking about you. Like, in some levels you kind of find it annoying especially if you're the quiet one. You also probably thought at first that he's a perv but he's just being honest and appreciative! So you just brushed it off and you actually started appreciating his comments about you since it's not harming you in anyways. In fact it also boosts your confidence even more. "Y/N do you know how pretty you are?" he teased just to get a reaction out of you (and he also likes making you smile H:LKHDL:KHAL:KFH:LDKHA) "Of course I do" you smirked as you played along with him. "Well you actually look like a koala" "HEY THAT'S RUDE!" you stated as he laughed at your reaction "BUT KOALAS ARE CUTE!".

He also finds it adorable when you adopt stray animals. He just finds you "waifu material" girl. He also fantasizes about adopting 5 kittens or puppies with you and living on a peaceful and small town. You know, just the normal couple living their best life. Though he wouldn't be open about it since he finds it lowkey embarrassing lmao. "BABE! I FOUND A KITTEN ON A STREET!" "C'mon Y/N it's the fifth time you adopted a cat. Are you making an orphanage out of animals?" he teased as your kitten named Pebbles cling into him like a toddler begging for his dad's attention. "Please? I already have a name for her" you pleaded as he sighed knowing that he can't stop your motherly behavior with animals and besides he finds the cat cute too, it's a pure white kitten with blue sapphire like eyes. "What's her name though?" he asked curiously as you smiled and named the cat Snow. "Why won't you name her Elsa?" "C'mon love you make too much jokes." you sighed trying not to laugh as he chuckled at your reaction. "I'm just kidding, besides Snow's a really fitting name." he gently picked the cat on your arms and petting it. He just finds you daring. You're more than just your looks and he finds that fascinating :3.

A/N: I hope you really like it! It's kind of rushed yet late lmao. And I'm more of a cat person than a dog person but I still hoped you liked it!

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gluion · 2 years ago

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i have a srs problem with making some characters suffer second lead syndrome omfg…

#zzoguri thoughts #like it’s getting so funny #and so sad like can these guys not catch a break?!?#since jacob suffered for my jichang fic #i will be making jichang the second lead for my jacob fic OOPS

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koiiiji · 3 months ago

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the wolf hunts tonight

author's note ; in honor of my 22, here is jinrang smut. kinda part 2 to this. also! i mostly used translator today bc im in hurry and really tired, so this is unproved as hell!

author's note 2 ; small explanation and theory before i start. so since Jichang was policeman in countryside after Gitae got him, i can imagine that whole Seoul police was under him, when he was a king, OR he had a great connections and levers of pressure on the police, because how else you can be policeman after criminal past? and since Jinrang ended up in Seouls prison i connected that reader and Jichang may had an agreement🤫🤫

tw ; MINORS AND EMPTY BLOGS DNI!!!!

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

the gallery hummed with low conversations, the clinking of champagne glasses punctuating the air like a melody. warm glow of the chandeliers bathed everything in golden light, casting elongated shadows across the intricate artwork you had carefully curated. it was a night meant for celebration — a night that marked your new beginning.

you never believed in your premonitions, but now, standing here, you were thankful that you asked Jichang for help and did it right in time. before someone named Lee Jihoon started get rid of the first generation one by one, and before Jinchamg himself he met his end. you’d disappeared, pulled out of the game at just the right time. it was easy enough — easier than you wanted to admit.

with well-placed bribes and Jichang’s connections in police and other departments, laundering the money had been frighteningly easy. a few forged documents, a favor traded in whispers, and suddenly — you ceased to exist.

your past was erased, your sins scrubbed clean with ink on police papers and deception. no chains. no skeletons in the closet. no connections to first generation.

but nothing in this world came without a price.

Jichang had made that clear.

a favor for a favor.

you wanted out? fine. he would grant you that much. a life free from the underworld, a future untouched by blood and gangs. but freedom was never free.

Jichang just needed a big beast in his trap.

the wolf of Busan was a good prey. he needed to be caged, and you were the perfect bait.

everyone knew about you and Jinrang. everyone knew the way he looked at you. the way he spoke to you. the way he treated you.

it wasn’t difficult. a few fabricated documents. carefully worded requests. the papers placed neatly before him, nothing amiss, nothing to suspect.

“just sign them for me.”

oh, what a sweet voice you had.

and he signed. without hesitation. without suspicion. because when it came to you, Jinrang never thought twice.

the moment the last stroke of his signature hit the page, the weight of your betrayal crashed down like a death sentence.

a second later, chaos erupted.

restaurant, once a place of quiet luxury, became a warzone of raised voices, the scrape of chairs against marble, the cold, metallic click of handcuffs locking into place.

four officers slammed Jinrang forward, his face crushed into the polished wood of the table, his breath forced from his lungs as they restrained him.

he didn’t resist. but when his head lifted — when his dark, unreadable eyes found yours — you broke.

you couldn’t move. for a moment.

couldn’t breath. for a moment.

you wanted to say something. anything. but your lips wouldn’t part, and your body felt as if it had turned to stone.

officers were speaking — reading him his rights, listing charges, their voices blurred and distant, drowned beneath the deafening pounding in your ears.

and, as if on autopilot, you walked away.

the weight of his stare burned into your back with every step, but you never turned around.

not when his voice finally rose, raw with confusion, with fury — with betrayal.

not when the officers tightened their hold, shoving him toward the exit.

not when you heard the unmistakable growl of his rage, thick with something dangerously close to heartbreak.

you kept walking.

it was simple.

you had your freedom now.

what is his few years in prison, in comparison with your freedom?

he deserve it he is a criminal.

just as were you.

the truth sat like a stone in your chest. but now fortune was enough to last a lifetime, to start a new life. but guilt had a way of making even the most luxurious silks feel like shackles. still, you had done what needed to be done. for yourself. and that alone had to be enough.

it wasn’t.

that’s why you were here tonight, surrounded by the faceless elite in the heart of your own carefully curated gallery. art was a lucrative and safe business, a playground for the rich, where money changed hands without question. perfect place to start anew.

and the night was perfect. until you saw him.

a flash of silver in the crowd. long white hair, sharp eyes scanning the room. Baek Sang.

if he was here, then…

your blood turned to ice, and a sharp, electric terror surged through your veins.

the wolf was here.

you scanned the room frantically. he was lurking somewhere, blending seamlessly among the guests, prowling, searching. for you.

step back.

pulling out a gun in a room full of wealthy patrons would be suicidal. running wasn’t much better. but staying still? that was worse.

another step.

your fingers tightened around the fragile stem of your champagne glass, pulse hammering against your ribs. your mind raced, sifting through every possible exit, every route that would get you out.

step.

you still can slip out. you have the means, the resources — if you will be fast enough, if you move—

bump.

the impact sent a shudder through your body. the glass nearly slipped from your fingers as you collided with something solid.

too solid.

warmth. a wall of muscle, steady, unyielding.

fingers, warm and confident, wrapped around the delicate stem of your glass, effortlessly plucking it from your grasp. the faint scent of leather and traces of cologne invaded your senses as a deep voice ghosted over your ear.

“going somewhere?”

Jinrang.

the rasp in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, but what truly paralyzed you was the way his stubble brushed against your neck when he spoke — deliberate, teasing, dangerous.

guests around you remained blissfully unaware of the predator in their midst, of the way his fingers lingered just a little too long against your skin as he lowered the stolen glass to his lips.

he took a sip.

then, with the same leisure, he leaned closer, whispering —

“take me somewhere quiet.”

it wasn’t a request.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

the world around you blurred as you guided him through the hall, each step deliberate, controlled. no one noticed. or maybe they did, but no one would dare interfere. he had that effect on people.

once inside the storage room, the door clicked shut behind Jinrang, and you refused to turn around. you could feel his energy a coiled spring ready to snap.

Jinrang’s presence behind you was suffocating, his broad frame crowding the space, leaving no room for escape.

“you sold me out.” his voice was eerily calm, but there was something underneath — something dark, something simmering just beneath the surface.

you swallowed hard.

he stepped closer. the heat of him ghosted against your back, heavy, inescapable.

“i rotted in that cell,” Jinrang murmured, his voice deceptively calm. “thinking about you, thinking about how you set me up. about how easily you slipped away, got your new life.”

your pulse pounded in your throat, each beat a countdown to something inevitable.

your fingers curled into fists. “Jinrang—”

a rough hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him. your breath hitched.

the warmth of his body burned through the thin fabric of your dress, every ridge of muscle pressing against your back. then — lips. his mouth grazed the curve of your neck, hot and unrelenting.

“Baek insisted on your death,” he murmured, voice laced with calmness and boredom — but you weren’t fooled.

you felt it, the way his fingers trailed up, slowly, languidly, until his hand settled right at your throat.

a little pressure. not enough to cut off air — but just enough to remind you of what he was capable of. your pulse pounded beneath his palm.

“and yet…”

the air shifted, and suddenly, his other palm was on your waist, firm and possessive. his breath, hot against your skin. you shuddered when his lips brushed the curve of your neck, a cruel mockery of intimacy.

“i have my own ideas for you.”

a sharp inhale left your lips as his hand glided up your torso, fingers pressing just lightly enough against your throat to make you aware of the power he held. his grip wasn’t tight — yet. just a warning. a reminder.

everything in your body screamed to run.

you gritted your teeth, forcing yourself to move. with a surge of adrenaline, you pressed your heel hard into his leg and tried to break free. he hissed in pain, but he won’t give you opportunity to run away again.

you twisted, aiming to break free, but he was faster. his palm sank into your wrist, a sharp, possessive grip that had you gasping in pain. tears pricked your eyes, but you didn’t stop. summoning every ounce of strength, you jerked your head back, aiming for his forehead —

— but Jinrang anticipated it. his fingers tangled in your hair, yanking you back with ruthless ease. a cry tore from your throat as your back arched against him, the sudden force pressing your body flush against his. now, arched like a snake, your back bent and your ass resting right on his crotch, you looked into his eyes without breaking contact.

your breath came in ragged gasps. his dark gaze filled with something unreadable — rage, lust, hunger.

“you fight like a wildcat,” he murmured, his grip tightening slightly. “that’s what i always liked about you.”

his fingers flexed around your throat, his lips ghosting over your skin once more. the line between his rage and desire blurred dangerously, and you weren’t sure which side of him you feared more.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

thrust.

the ring tasted metallic in your mouth as you drooled on his finger. Jinrang's movements became more urgent, pounding you into the wall with each thrust. his words were punctuated by the rhythm of his body against yours.

“i was gentle with you,” he growled, his voice low and husky.

thrust.

“gave you everything you wanted,” he repeated, each word emphasized by the force of his movements. the thrusts came faster, harder, each one a reminder of his words.

“and how did you repay me?” he demanded, his voice rising in intensity, his body pressing against yours with a fierce urgency.

your eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the sensations and the emotions swirling between you. the metallic taste of the ring lingered, a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin against yours. the world around you narrowed to the space between your bodies, the only sound the heavy breathing and the pounding of your hearts.

“why?” Jinrang growled in your ear, his voice low and menacing, punctuated by the force of his thrusts. the stubble on his chin tickled your neck, an unpleasant sensation that only added to the turmoil inside you. his breath was hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine with each movement.

“i... i...” you mumbled, trying to gather your thoughts as his body thrashed against yours. sensation was overwhelming, his cock moving against the sensitive spot inside you, sending waves of conflicting emotions through your body. fear and desire tangled together, leaving you breathless and helpless.

“i wanted out of the game,” you stuttered, your voice trembling. “i don't want to do black business,” you whined, the words barely escaping your lips. your body betrayed you, responding to his touch despite your mind's protests.

the sounds of your bodies moving together grew louder — the thrusts, the squelching of skin on skin, the slap of his balls against your clit. it was a cacophony of sensations that left you breathless, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire.

“well, you'll have to come back whether you like it or not,” Jinrang said, his voice dripping with a predatory hunger. his words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and anticipation that only fueled the fire between you.

“n-no...” the thrusts became indistinct, sharp and fast, each one a reminder of his control over you. your body arched against his, despite your mind's resistance, as if drawn by an unseen force.

“you'll come back and help me get back what i lost wiyh your help," he growled, his body moving with a fierce urgency. his eyes seemed to burn with an animalistic desire, a hunger that couldn't be satiated.

the rhythm was relentless, each thrust a declaration of his dominance. the world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you, lost in a vortex of desire and anger.

a low, animalistic growl rumbled from deep within his chest as he pressed deep into you one last time, hitting your cervix. the pain was sharp, making you yelp and your knees buckle. but even in the pain, there was a twisted pleasure, a satisfaction that came from being claimed so completely.

“you're not just coming back,” he hissed in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “you're going to work for me. for as long as you put me in prison,”he added, holding your limp body up on your wobbly legs with his free hand. his grip was firm, possessive, a reminder that you were his now, bound to him by more than just words.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

a/n ; i don’t really like this so pls don’t take it seriously, i just needed to getting closure with it, either it won‘t leave my mind😵‍💫😵‍💫

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