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Happy Fucking Birthday

for my wife, i love you

Summary: You hated your birthday, but somehow your husband had managed to convince you to celebrate it this year. You are anxious about being let down, and you are trying not to get your hopes up about the night ahead.

Word Count: 4.9k

Pairing: Gikwang x Yoseob x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, BDSM Relationship, Exhibitionism, Threesome.

“What do you think?”

You turn to face your husband after placing your suitcase on the floor next to the bed. With a skip in your step you cross the room to him standing there with open arms. It is your birthday, and though you aren’t usually one to celebrate it, this year, you had allowed your perfect man to plan and organise a much needed weekend away to celebrate.

“The hotel room is lovely,” You gush, leaning up on your toes to kiss him, “Thank you, Gikwang.”

He shakes his head with a smile as he kisses you back, holding you gently until you pull away to turn back to your suitcase. He follows your movements, opening his own luggage and attempting to hide the package inside, though your keen eye spots the well-wrapped gift, adorned with a silver bow.

“You’ll get it soon, baby,” He tells you, as he feels your eyes on him, “We have a dinner booking in an hour, I’d like you to get ready first. You packed the dress I asked you to bring, right?”

Of course you did, always obliging the requests and obeying the orders of your husband, he has you wrapped around his finger, you would do anything he asked of you. With a silent nod, you take the dress out to show him, and you stand up, holding it against your body awaiting his approval.

“Good girl,” He murmurs, “It’s my favourite. Now go get ready, okay? I know that you like to take your time, but don’t take too long.”

After placing the dress down onto the bed, you playfully roll your eyes at your husband as you move to walk past him, letting out a shriek as he grabs your ass, though he doesn’t hold you, letting you continue off into the bathroom.

You shower and dry yourself before walking back out into the hotel room, and Gikwang turns to look at you, with a sheepish grin, one easily identifiable to you, giving away that he has a secret.

“What is it?” You ask expectantly, “You know you can’t hide from me.”

Your husband laughs as he picks up the gift that you had noticed earlier, and though you are not dressed yet, he holds it out for you to take. You wrap the towel around yourself a little tighter, before moving to sit down on the edge of the bed to open the present.

Gikwang sits beside you, and watches closely as you unwrap, starting with the ribbon. As the paper falls, your eyes widen in surprise, taken aback at the package in front of you.

“I thought we could make this weekend a little more interesting,” Gikwang comments, “You’ll wear it to dinner for me, won’t you?”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you feel those familiar butterflies in your stomach as you open the box. A remote control vibrator awaits you, and you know that your husband is serious, he wants that… inside you… for who knows how long, and he is going to love every second of it.

You know better than to protest, biting your lip as you spread your legs, though you freeze up as Gikwang moves to stand in front of you. You watch him in slow motion as he kneels down to the floor and places his hands on your thighs to spread them further.

“My baby girl,” He murmurs, “May I have the honour?”

His words are vague, and you aren’t sure exactly what it is that you are agreeing to, but you nod your head, and patiently await your husband’s next movement. Everything he does is calculated, and for a moment you ponder whether he has planned every single minute of this weekend ahead of time.

“You want this, don’t you, my love?” He asks, “I don’t even think I need to warm you up.”

He is right, of course, even just the idea of being at his complete mercy is enough to have you dripping. You bite down on your tongue to stop the imminent whimper, and you try to control your shaking hands as Gikwang reaches up to take the toy from you, tearing the box open with ease and discarding it on the floor beside you.

You dig your nails into the mattress either side of you, as your husband makes simple work of you, inserting the tiny toy with little exertion required. He watches you intently, while in the other hand he holds the remote, and in a flex of his power, and a reminder that always - though especially tonight - he owns you, he presses the button once, sending a shockwave through you that is indescribable.

“Fuck,” You gasp, legs twitching as Gikwang turns the toy off again, “Oh god.”

Gikwang’s laughter echoes through the room, only exacerbated by the way that you pout at him, though of course that is jokingly, because you too like this more than words can say.

“Here,” He offers, holding the remote for you, “You can keep it from me while you get ready, I know you wouldn’t like it if I made you mess your makeup before we even left the room.”

You roll your eyes, but lean in to kiss him before you stand up, grabbing your towel before it hits the floor to take it back to the bathroom. You hold onto the remote, not letting it out of your sight while you slip your dress on, and as you do your makeup, soon ready to go alongside your husband, who of course took no time at all to look the flawless man that he is.

“Hand it over, my love.” Gikwang says, expectantly standing with his hand out flat.

You want to complain, having stupidly thought that for a moment he may have forgotten, as you had inconspicuously slipped the button into your handbag, but you were wrong. You reluctantly take it out and give it back, already bracing yourself for what is ahead, though you are surprised as he only slips it into the pocket of his slacks.

“You’re gonna torture me with that, aren’t you?” You ask as you take his hand, anticipating his answer.

Gikwang takes a moment to respond, leading you out of the hotel room after making sure to have the room card in his wallet, and you follow him down the hallway to the elevator.

“I may,” He replies, “but it’s a good thing that my baby likes torture.”

Once more, of course he is correct, the fear of him being able to turn the toy on at any moment only makes you more desperate for it, but you try to clear your mind, instead focusing your thoughts to the night ahead. You are excited to see where Gikwang is taking you for dinner, knowing that it would be nothing less than incredible, and you lean into him as the elevator doors shut with you inside.

The restaurant is adjoined to the hotel, for which you are grateful, knowing - or not knowing - what you are in for, you are happy to be close enough to your room, that you might be able to escape back there if all is too much.

You are greeted on entrance and shown to your table, dimly lit in the back corner of the fancy restaurant. The atmosphere is enticing as you look at your husband sitting across from you, and he rests his hand on the table in an invitation for you to hold it. You do exactly that as the waiter brings over a bottle of wine, uncorking it in front of you before pouring you both a glass. He leaves two menus for you before departing with a message that he will be back soon to take your order, and you thank him as he walks away.

After a sip of your wine, you place the glass down to open the menu, and that is when he starts. That same shockwave of pleasure that you felt in your hotel room tears through you again, though this time in public, you bite your tongue to stop yourself from moaning as you grip onto Gikwang’s hand for support. You lift your gaze to meet his, and his smirk almost pushes you over. Fuck, it feels good, so fucking good, your mind fogging over, eyes dazed, almost forgetting where you are as you lose yourself to the feeling.

“G-Gikwang… nae sarang,” You stutter, voice cracking mid-word, “The waiter… we need to order.”

Though your plea goes unheard, as Gikwang looks down at the menu in front of him, trying not to laugh as you fight down your whines, readjusting in your seat while your body is almost rocked with pleasure.

You see the waiter crossing the room, and when he is only a metre away does Gikwang relieve you, turning the toy off again, though you are not sure whether you would call it relief, desperately trying to catch your breath before you have to place your order. The only thing that grounds you, that reminds you that you do not give in so easily, is the barely audible chuckle from your partner across the table, you won’t let him win… not yet.

Your husband nods at you to order first, and you can see the surprise on his face as you are composed and well-spoken to the waiter. You give Gikwang a smirk almost identical to the one that he gave you only moments ago. You are sure you will regret it, giving him attitude, but you can’t help yourself… the brat in you is only fired up more with the way that he has you under his control.

Midway through placing his own order is when the toy fires up again, this time more intense than the last, causing you to almost jolt forward, digging your nails into the tablecloth. The waiter glances over momentarily before regaining focus on Gikwang, as you glare at him, trying your very fucking hardest to remain quiet, flinching as the vibrations get stronger, cheeks flushing red as a - luckily - inaudible whimper escapes your lips.

“Thank you.” Gikwang smiles at the waiter as he departs, before turning his head to make eye contact with you.

The look is one of pure evil, one that he only ever gives you when you are alone, with his head tilted slightly to the left, and his lips pouted, slightly open, he watches you transfixed. Your knuckles are white as you grip to the table, each second inching you closer to the edge. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, unsure whether you are trying to make it feel better or wanting it to stop, at this point unable to focus on anything except for the gaze that your husband has on you, as if you are prey to him, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

“Please~” You whimper, though speaking only makes it all the more real, “Fuck… I… please…”

Gikwang knows that you know already, that you need permission from him to do anything, and without even proper verbalisation, he knows that this is what you are asking for. Though to expect him to give in so easily, you would be dreaming, as right before you completely lose it, legs shaking, the toy stops, the vibrations cease, and you are thrown back to reality, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Gikwang praises you, “This is so fun.”

You hate it. You love it, but you hate it, edging does your head in, makes you stupid, but that is exactly what your husband wants, and you know that it turns him on immensely too. If anything is going to keep you working through this, it is knowing that under the table, your husband has to be hard as a rock, wanting you as desperately as you want him.

“Thank you,” You mumble, though you are interrupted as the waiter returns with your food, nodding a thank you at him as well before he departs once more.

Gikwang eases up on you, leaving you free to actually eat, though you remain tense, certain that he is only giving you this freedom so that you have enough energy once he has you back at the hotel room. The food is incredible, and you share almost the full bottle of wine between you, and while you try your hardest to enjoy it, you are ever distracted by your husband. He truly is looking the most handsome, with a glint in his eyes as a constant reminder that he could continue his torment at any moment.

Of course, he does exactly that, in the moment between placing your chopsticks down, and reaching for your wine glass, to have the last mouthful, the vibrations start again, enough to have you gasp, unable to control the volume of it, sure that the people around you would have heard. It hurts in the best way, as you squeeze your thighs together if only to make it more intense, wanting release, needing it desperately… you are breaking, and Gikwang knows it.

You are certain that you look pathetic, your eyes are glassy, wide and pleading as you stare at him across the table, as he continues to watch you blankly, not showing any emotion at all.

“Fuck… fuck,” You breathe, your voice no more than a whisper, “Please… I’m so close.”

A hint of… feeling… is visible in Gikwang’s eyes, and for a moment you almost believe that he will allow your release, though you fear that you won’t be able to stay quiet, all but forgetting about your meal, your wine, only wanting this, and then to have your husband fuck you brainless after.

“Not yet.” He replies simply, as once more the toy is switched off, leaving you edged to your limit, the pain too much to bear.

You are a mess, at this point ready to just leave, all inhibition leaving you, fully submitted into headspace as you try not to cry.

“Daddy…” You whimper, “Enough… make it stop.”

Those words were all that he wanted to hear, smiling at you sweetly as he hails the waiter back to pay the bill, and you quickly stand as he does, to take his hand and leave. You are wobbly on your feet, moving to grip onto his bicep instead as you reach the elevator, leaning into him as the doors shut behind you.

“It hurts, doesn’t it baby?” He asks you, his tone is condescending, but he isn’t wrong.

“Hurts so bad,” You nod, stepping forward to bury your face into his chest, “Help me, please… I need you.”

Gikwang rubs circles into your back to soothe you, to stop you from bursting into tears as you feel like you are about to. You take deep breaths, you are almost back at your room, and you know that once there, you will be one step closer to freedom, to the relief that you have been begging for.

You reluctantly step back as the elevator door opens, and you walk closely to your husband as you make your way back to your room. Each step is more painful than the last, and just when you thought that he may relieve you, mere metres from the door, he starts the toy up once again.

You can hardly walk, and if it weren’t for Gikwang’s strong grip on your waist, you are sure that you would fall to the floor. He pulls the keycard out of his wallet as you whine in his arms, so close to a full childlike breakdown, and you are rushed inside once the door unlocks.

“My baby,” He murmurs as he steps out of his shoes, and you kick your heels off too just in time for him to press you up against the wall, “I’m not even close to done with you.”

You lift your hands to his cheeks, pulling him down to your level to kiss him, unsure of what to expect, but needing release now, like, right fucking now. The alcohol didn’t help, your clarity gone completely as you kiss the man that you married all those years ago, hooking your leg around his as you moan into his mouth.

“Please, Daddy,” You beg him, “Please let me cum… I’ve been so good.”

If only to make this more painful for you, Gikwang takes his time pondering your request, though his kisses tell you the answer, as he grinds into you and you feel just how hard he already is too.

“You may,” He replies, “Come on… show me how good it feels.”

It is painful, and you grab his hand, forcing it between your legs as you hitch your dress up over your hips, needing to feel him on you before you let go. Surprising you again, he obliges, fingers pressed to your clit as he guides you over the edge. Your orgasm is intense, you are seeing stars, your moans almost at a screaming volume, though you are too far gone to care about a noise complaint as all you can think of is how damn long you have waited, and how worth it that wait was.

“Thank you, Daddy,” You stutter, your breathing is laboured as Gikwang kisses along your jawline and down your neck, “Oh, fuck… thank you.”

You are certain that you would collapse if it weren’t for your husband holding you, as you ride out your high on his fingers, and Gikwang only moves his hand away as you descend, pulling the toy from you too before switching it off. You feel somewhat human again, though now you want more, and you know that your husband will be wanting the same thing.

It shocks you as Gikwang moves back, and if you weren’t on such unstable legs, you would try to follow. You watch in confusion as he reaches into his pocket for his phone, and he glances up at you before he does anything with it.

“I have another surprise for you,” He says, “You’re going to like this one… a lot.”

You are sure that you look as puzzled as you feel, as Gikwang lifts his phone to his ear to answer the incoming call.

“You have the room number, right?” He asks, only furthering your curiosity, “Come up, we are ready now.”

You take a moment to process once your husband ends the call, though before you can ask questions, Gikwang leads the conversation, clearly in the direction that he intends for it to go.

“I’ve seen the way that you stare at him, baby,” He murmurs, “I watch you eye him at every event that we attend together, I know what you think when you look at him.”

There is one name that comes to mind instantly, without a second to hesitate, and your jaw drops… How did he know? Why doesn’t he care, or why does he care so much that he would actually invite him here? You have so many questions, and you are sure that it is written all over your face.

“It’s okay, my love,” He continues, “I want this too, as does he. I am sure we will enjoy playing with you… now do you understand why I had to take extra care in getting you ready?”

Your mind is still racing, though you have no more time to think as you hear a knock on the hotel room door, bringing you back to focus just enough to realise that you hadn’t even made it out of the hallway when you came back from dinner.

Gikwang turns to open the door, and much as you are every other time you see him, you are breathless… shocked… in awe.

“Hi sweetheart,” He smiles at you, “Happy Birthday.”

Yang Yoseob.

Dressed to the nines as always, a pressed, fitted suit, his shirt unbuttoned halfway, exposing his chest. He walks into the hotel room, stepping out of his shoes, as he maintains his gaze on you.

“Thank you, oppa,” You reply meekly, hyper-conscious of the state that you are in, of the way that your dress is bunched up at your hips, as Gikwang moves to stand beside you again, “I-, I…”

Gikwang takes your hand in his, in an attempt to soothe you, though this only slips you further into sub space, relying wholeheartedly on him to make your decisions, to form your sentences, and to tell you how to think.

“Thank you for coming, Yoseob,” Gikwang murmurs, “I told you my beautiful wife would be ready… you are ready, aren’t you baby?”

His words are an order, as you glance over at Yoseob, you are momentarily lost in his eyes, a quiet whimper threatens to escape you before you break away to stare back at Gikwang.

“Yes, Daddy,” You nod, “I am ready, all yours, both of you.”

Gikwang grins at you, pulling you into his arms to kiss him again, this time moving you away from the wall and over to the guest in the room. You whine into Gikwang’s mouth as you feel Yoseob behind you, knowing that you are nothing but a toy to them at this moment, knowing they are going to use you to their heart’s content, and you’re going to give it all up to them too.

“Say we take you to the bed, hmm?” Yoseob ponders, his hands on your waist, they feel so different to your husbands, his fingers are so long, it has you reeling.

Sandwiched between the two men, you walk back across the room before they step apart from you, and Gikwang turns you around to face Yoseob before he unzips your dress from the back. You allow the fabric to fall from your body, your bare skin now exposed to the two still fully-clothed men in front of and behind you.

“Daddy,” You mumble, “You two should be naked too…”

You feel your husband tense up behind you, almost instantly regretting your suggestion, you know not to request anything, or to speak out of turn, so you quickly turn to apologise to him, but you are stunned to see him smiling instead.

“You should undress us,” He tells you, “Go on then.“

You nod as you reach forward to grab at his jacket, slipping it over his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor as you begin to unbutton his shirt. You stare up and down from his chest to his eyes as you quickly take his clothes off, wasting no time turning around to do the same for Yoseob.

It is surreal, seeing him naked, and your cheeks flush red as you recall every time that you had imagined it, far too many times, but having him at your fingertips is something you had never thought would happen.

“You’re so handsome, oppa,” You tell him as you work his slacks down his legs, and you eye his cock, already hard in his underwear, “Ah, you’re big too… Daddy says my mouth was made for big things.”

Gikwang chuckles behind you, moving his hands to your hair to drag you up onto your feet. You feel his cock against the small of your back as he begins to kiss your neck, and you allow him to move you onto the bed, falling onto your stomach before he guides you onto your knees.

“Daddy thinks you should show Yoseob just how good your mouth is,” He murmurs, “He might just have to fuck you while you do it, too.”

Fuck.

The moan that leaves your lips is pitiful, desperate for what you are about to receive, barely able to form words to mumble your obedient “Yes, Daddy.” before you turn to face Yoseob standing beside the bed. The way that he silently watches you has your head spinning, the fact that you can’t read his mind like you have learnt to read your husband’s over the years has you transfixed.

“Such a pretty girl,” He coos, running his fingers through your hair as you settle in front of him, “You’re going to do as you’re told too, aren’t you?”

You nod at him, “Of course,” is all you can say, almost starstruck in his presence, feeling the weight shift behind you as Gikwang takes position on the bed behind you, his hands trailing down your back to settle at your hips.

You move to reach forward with one hand, wrapping it around the base of Yoseob’s shaft, and you lower your mouth around the tip. It is unfamiliar, but in a good way, much like his hands, his cock is so different to your husband’s too, slimmer, a little longer, which you notice when you can’t quite take as much of him in as you lower your head.

“Fuck,” Yoseob breathes, as you lift your head, swirling your tongue before you move down again, “Just like that.”

His praises make your eyes glaze over, pleasuring the man that you have dreamed about for so long, with your own husband’s approval, it truly is a dream come true.

Thinking of your husband, your mind is quickly distracted, though you continue to blow Yoseob, and you feel Gikwang’s cock as he teases at your entrance. You wiggle your ass at him, knowing that it always riles him up, needing him inside you more than anything.

You had expected more of a build up, though maybe it was his jealousy from seeing you blow his best friend, so Gikwang thrusts into you without warning. The force of it throws you forward, forcing you to take Yoseob right down to the back of your throat, and he gives you no reprieve from here.

He fucks you hard and fast, just the way that you like it, as you desperately try to focus on blowing Yoseob, and it is clear that he likes the extra movement too. Through glassy, tear-brimmed eyes you stare up at the handsome man, as breathless moans of your name leave his lips while you expertly suck him off.

To be completely filled from either end by the two most handsome men you have ever met, to be used and taken from and fucked like you were made for this and only this… if your mouth wasn’t so full, you are sure you would be screaming, though now your moans are muffled by Yoseob’s cock.

The pleasure overwhelms you so quickly, at least you think it’s quick, losing track of time is inevitable, as you live out your fantasy between them. You are sure the back of your throat will be bruised, along with your cervix, though neither of those is a bad thing, you couldn’t imagine anything better, even if you aren’t sure how much more you can take.

“I’m close,” Yoseob warns, as you glance upwards to see him staring at Gikwang before he looks down at you, “You’ll swallow like a good girl now, won’t you?”

You attempt to mumble a yes, but a particularly harsh thrust from Gikwang throws you forward again, whimpering around Yoseob’s cock as you feel it twitch. With little warning he releases, his load hot and thick, filling your mouth with ease as you desperately work to swallow, continuing your movements to make it as pleasurable as possible for him.

You are out of breath when you feel your husband’s familiar fingers in your hair, guiding you off Yoseob and pulling you up with your back against him. His movements don’t falter as he continues to fuck you from the new angle, and you reach forward to bring Yoseob closer to you.

With a mild apprehension, Yoseob leans in to kiss you, though once you determine that your husband does not mind, you kiss him back. You are sure that he can taste himself on your tongue, though he doesn’t seem to care, as you twirl your tongue with his, moaning into his mouth as with each thrust you find yourself closer to unraveling.

“You’re gonna make Daddy cum if you do, baby,” Gikwang purrs in your ear, “But you want that, don’t you? You want him to fill you up?”

You can barely form words at this point, your “yes” is slurred against the lips of Yoseob as your orgasm comes to peak. You fall apart between the two men as you feel Gikwang too reach his own high, warmth between your legs as his metered thrusts aid in his release. You are gasping for air, thighs shaking as he fucks you, overstimulated, almost painful, but good, so damn fucking good.

Yoseob moves back from the kiss, though his hands remain on your face, as Gikwang slowly pulls out of you, ceasing your fantasy, your dream come true, the best birthday that you could have ever wished for. You whimper at the loss as you feel his cum drop down your legs, and Gikwang guides you down onto your back before you can collapse there yourself.

The men lay either side of you, and you are comfortable, with Gikwang’s hand on your thigh, and Yoseob’s fingers tracing shapes up your arm. You are exhausted, full in a way that you didn’t know was possible, and as you catch your breath, you turn your head to face Gikwang, and you feel even closer to him emotionally than you ever had before.

“Happy birthday, my love.”

[smitten--kitten]

Out of Context: Highlight Edition

Doojoon:

Yoseob:

Gikwang:

Dongwoon:

[tywritesxpop]

Dom or sub gikwang from highlight 🤔

Pleeeaaassseee this man is no sub. He’s way too masculine and has too much sex appeal to beg. So that means you’re on the bottom, hun. He’s probably not way out there, because he has a heart of gold. Soft dom I’d say. But I mean, if you make him crack…Best be on your toes. With a body like that, he’ll bend you to his will in every way. He’ll cling to you afterwards tho, because you’re his baby and he wants to make sure you’re comfortable.

[mangsluts]

Russian Roulette

A Lee Gikwang fanfic

Mafia!AU

Rated: M. Mature content. Smut.

Description: Being part of the mafia meant you made a lot of enemies. But there’s one specific enemy you’ve never been able to kill. No matter how hard you’ve tried, he always escaped you. Will things change one night when he walks into the same casino as you...?

Requested by: @christian-do

A/N I had so much fun with this au I ended up writing too much so there’s gonna be a part 2 shortly!

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There he was, in your sight once again.

You weren’t planning to see him this time, but when the double doors of the casino opened, his presence was known. Everyone’s head swung around to see who was exuding such confidence at the door. Maybe not everyone here knew who he was, but as soon as you saw him, your blood began to boil, and you slid your sunglasses on over your eyes, leaning down in your seat at the roulette table to avoid him seeing you while you scanned him.

Lee Gikwang. Son of the leader of the Infamous double dragon gang, one of the strongest gangs in all of South Korea.

You, yourself were part of the Blue Moon gang, and unlike him, who was born into the mafia life automatically earning himself a high position, you earned your way to the top.

Your family was very poor, owning nothing but a small noodle restaurant, but even that wasn’t earning them enough money. They ended up getting involved with the mafia to be able to sustain their family. The Blue Moon gang would pay their bills, in return for letting the noodle shop be a secret drug cartel for them to use as they pleased. This worked for a long time, until there was one slip up, and the cops found out about the drugs. To avoid you being killed, your parents took all the blame and said nothing about the gang, immediately getting sent to prison. This left you, a fourteen year old girl in the shop alone, crying as your parents were dragged out of their shop by the cops. Sobbing, you felt a large consoling hand on your shoulder. It was a large man in a black suit by the name of Moon Junmyeon. The leader of the Blue Moon gang.

“Don’t worry kid, we’ll take care of you.” It sounded threatening, but he really did take you in, allowing you to enter the gang as if you were any other newcomer. Over the years you committed a lot of crimes, killed a lot of traitors, and smuggled a lot of drugs. But there was one guy no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t kill him.

Your arch nemesis, Lee Gikwang.

Blue Moon gang was one of the most feared mafia group in South Korea, only being competed with by the Double dragon group. So obviously, the two groups did NOT get along. You had been sent on many group, and solo missions to have him assassinated but he always slipped out of your grip every time. It infuriated you. He was so cocky every time. Once you thought you’d finally had him cornered in a dark ally, with your gun barrel against the back of his head.

“Game over” You had said. He only laughed back at you. Your ego immediately deflated when you felt two gun barrels on the back of your head.

He turned around and lowered your pistol with his finger, smirking at you.

“Better luck next time sweetheart.” He cooed, and you woke up a day later in a different town.

Sneering, you angrily put out the cigarette that you were smoking and left it in the ashtray. You thought about leaving and just reporting back to your boss his location, but then you thought to yourself.

‘Wouldn’t it be better to bring back a dead body?’

You smirked and directed your covered eyes back to him as he strode confidently through the casino, shaking hands with many older men who seemed excited to see him.

Okay maybe he was popular.

This made you even more mad.

He didn’t even do anything for himself! He had a group of basically bodyguards who followed him everywhere and did everything for him. They basically did all the dirty work. Every time you’d ever tried to kill him and failed, it was his bodyguards who had stopped you and taken you out. You couldn’t even count how many times they’d beat you and left you in a new location.

He had these bodyguards even with him now, but they were all dressed in black and white pinstripe suits and fedoras. Gikwang stood in the middle of his entourage, laughing at a joke he’d told, while they all pretended to laugh at it too. Instead of wearing a suit, he wore only the jacket part of it, with one button buttoned in the middle to expose his upper chest and lower stomach, fully decked out in tattoos. Mostly dragons. You rolled your eyes. His usually styled black hair looked greasy, almost wet, and had pieces dangling in front of his eyes which seemed to have black eyeliner smeared on the bottom.

Maybe he caught you staring, because he nudged one his grunts and you saw him mouth the word “roulette”.

Then he and his whole crew strode over to the table you were sitting at.

You turned away and tugged your black hat over your head, hoping he didn’t recognize you.

Of course you had a disguise on, you always did when you went out just in case. Today’s disguise was a blonde bob wig, paired with red lipstick, a deep smoky eye, a rather large brimmed black hat with a long black coat to match.

“What are you doing playing roulette by yourself?” Suddenly the silky voice was right next to you, and you almost flinched, but you knew better. You turned to face him, literally inches away from the man you wanted to murder. You gave him your best fake smile.

“Because I’ve been playing roulette. The people I was playing with just ran out of money. So I’m waiting for more people.” You time the truth, manipulating your voice to not sound like your own, since he’s heard it so many times.

A grin crept across his face, and a beautiful one at that. He had the biggest most luscious lips, and you hated it.

“Why don’t I play with you then?” He finally said, a little too close to your face. His breathe smelled strongly of whiskey. Maybe this is why he didn’t recognize you. He didn’t seem intoxicated though, maybe just tipsy, but enough to not know you. Which was perfect for you. He sat down at the seat right next to you, despite there being many empty seats around the table. You looked at his face and smiled, thinking about watching the life drain out of it. Maybe he thought you were flirting, because he smiled back as he was buying his roulette chips. His crowd of bodyguards all began to sit at the table

“Roulette players only please-“ the worker said. They all glared at him, then looked expectingly at Gikwang, who waved his hand, signaling them to listen to the man and not kill him.

“Let’s make this interesting. Just you and I babe.” He turned to face you again, his big almond eyes gleaming. “You pick a color. I pick the opposite. Make it fair.” He said, eyeing you up and down. You tried not to scowl at his gaze, but felt your cheeks flushing anyway.

“Sounds fair enough. But I have one condition.” You pushed all your roulette chips forward. You had won about $500 playing roulette for the past couple hours, and decided to humor him for the last few hours of his life and have fun. His face didn’t even twitch.

“Deal.” He said and entered the same amount.

“I choose red.” You said quickly.

“Why red?” He asked curiously.

Like the color of your blood when it comes out of the bullet hole I’m gonna leave in your face.

You thought.

“I like red.”

You smiled.

“Black it is for me.” Gikwang said confidently as the casino worker took your best, calling out “No more bets” despite there being only two people at the table. As if in slow motion, the ball dropped, and hit the spinning roulette wheel, going round and round in circles.

Your eyes followed the ball, nervousness bubbling in your stomach. You glanced at Gikwang who looked at ease. You got mad again.

Fuck him for being so calm..

Everyone was silent as the ball began to slow down, making thudding noises as it passed over the ridges of the numbers.

Black

Red

Black

Red

Black.....

It nearly came to a stop on the black number, but at the very last second, it rolled onto a red section.

“Red 19.” The worker called as he picked up the ball from the slot.

For once in his life, Gikwang looked disappointed. He’d had everything in his life handed to him, and just lost a game of luck.

As the worker began to give you your chips back so you could cash them in for your earnings, you turned to Gikwang again, filled with pride. “Better luck next time, right?” You said, flashing him a real smile.

He looked taken aback by your words and stared at you.

Fuck. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that..

Nervously you collected your chips and stood up. He grabbed your wrist tightly and you realized you’d said too much. He realized who you were.

He stared at your, dark eyes hooded as his eyes scanned yours. Then his big lips pulled into a smirk again.

“Hope to see you again soon, sweetheart~” he said happily.

Nope. He’s still just a drunk guy.

You breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. “Very soon I hope. I’ll find you.” You winked from behind your sunglasses and walked off to collect your earnings from roulette. As you turned around from the counter, you saw Gikwang walked out the doors of the casino.

What?? One game and you’re done??

In a hurry, you grabbed all your money, shoved it in your purse and sprinted out of the casino after him. You could see the mob of suited men walking through the purple lit door of a building in a back alley. You looked up at the sign, seeing the triple X sign and a neon lit girl taking her top off. You sighed. Of course he went into a strip club.

Straightening yourself up, you followed at a distance and led yourself into the building, the bouncer not questioning your age because of the glare you were giving him. You were on a mission.

Immediately the loud music and smell of smoke engulfed you. It was so loud with sensual music you couldn’t even hear yourself think. Completely covered up, you didn’t fit in this club, but you pushed through the crowd and saw him sitting at a round table with his crew in the front row, throwing ones at a girl dancing on stage.

Wow you hated him a lot.

But you had an idea. And you didn’t like it. It wasn’t hard to sneak behind the DJ’s booth and take a glance at the roster of girls dancing tonight. Destiny was the name of the girl dancing currently, so next up was a girl named.... Cinnamon. Nice. You almost laughed as you slipped away, looking for the dressing room. The club didn’t have very good security, because you easily found the small, well lit room where all the strippers would get ready for their performances.

“Which one of you is Cinnamon.” You said firmly at the group of underdressed girls.

“Who are you?” A little redhead said rudely. You didn’t have time for this.

“I said,” you drew your pistol from the strap on your thigh and pointed it at one of the girls, who’s face drained of all color.

“Which one of you. Is. Cinnamon.” You spit out, and a young brunette finally spat out, terrified.

“I am.” She was fighting back tears.

You looked at her, she was about your size and body type.

“Perfect. Give me your outfit. Now.” You began to strip down yourself and throw your clothes at her for her to wear. Seeming confused with the situation, she complied and changed into your outfit, then gave you hers. You pulled on the skimpy outfit which wasn’t more than lingerie over your own underwear. Whatever it was sexy and it would do.

“Please welcome to the stage.... Cinnamon!” You heard the announcer say and some low music started playing.

“I’ll give it back later.” You dug in your purse and gave her your roulette earnings. “Consider it a tip.” You said, then ran up to the stage, walking out sexually like you’d seen the girls do earlier. It felt weird. You rubbed your hands up your thighs to feel for the gun and knife strapped to them which were covered by garter belts and stockings. The men started hollering and throwing ones. Your eyes met Gikwang’s, who sat up surprised in his seat when he saw you. Then pointed at you, then patted his thick thighs, telling you exactly where he wanted you. In this dark lighting, the shadows casting accentuated every muscle on his chest. What the fuck? Why were you thinking about that. You shook your head then continued to “dance” to make everything seem real, walking around the pole, sliding up and down, all the while keeping direct eye contact with the tall man who looked like he wanted to eat you up. Finally as the song died down, you walked down the stairs of the stage and down to his table, other guys looking jealous as you walk straight to him, leaning over him tracing a hand down his chest. You leaned closer to him, your lips on his ear and whispered.

“Buy a private session with me, won’t you?” You tried saying in your sexiest voice, trying your hardest not to cringe or just stab him here. You looked at him, and could tell he was going to comply with you, so you walked away, leaving him wanting more.

Heart pounding, you found the private dance rooms and waited outside the door until you saw him rounding the corner, then you slipped into the room and waited for him. In the room was just one large red couch—for parties you guessed?—it was a cheap looking sparkly material, but whatever. At least his blood wouldn’t stain too bad.

When you finally heard the door open, you realized you had been holding your breathe waiting him. As soon as he came in, your heart stopped again, your head started spinning.

“Told you I’d see see you soon.” You said, trying to steady your voice, and sound sexy.

Gikwang locked the door behind him, then took a hand and ran it through his black locks, those stunning brown eyes staring holes into your chest—which he was obviously looking at. With a smirk, he slowly unbuttoned and took off what was left of his top, which was only the jacket, and laid it on the couch.

Jesus Christ. In the low lit room, the soft light illuminated all his muscles as he inched his way to the couch, spreading his legs out dominantly. You had seen him shirtless before, because he was quite the fan of revealing clothing, but never this close.

“Oh how I missed you sweetheart” he said lustfully, patting his thighs, pulling money out of his pocket. “Here’s my deposit.” He leaned over, placing a hundred in your lacy red bra. Your face twisted into what you thought was a scowl, but just looked embarrassed at his touch. You fake smiled at him and began moving your hips back and forth, hands in the air, and touching all over your body. You had your eyes closed during the dance, but when you opened them and looked over your shoulder, your ass barely inches away from his lap, you could tell he was trying his hardest to hold back.

He looked vulnerable at this point, so you smirked and turned around, putting your hands on his shoulders. Slowly your hands drifted down his chest, feeling every muscle, then moved yourself onto his lap, straddling him.

The look on his face was priceless. He was looking at you with such admiration and longing, his beautiful lips parted slightly at the sight of you, like he couldn’t keep his mouth closed.

Stop it. Stop thinking he’s beautiful.

[pocket-scenarios]

Tense - Gikwang (m)

(Admin: Babyboiii, sorry it’s short. I have a thing for Gikwang in an office setting.)

You slid onto the ground under Gikwang’s desk, he quirked an eyebrow at you curiously, looking towards the door that led into his office.

“What’re you thinking,” he asked faking innocence, “someone could come in,” both of you knew you had locked his door when you came in.

You trailed your hands up his pants covered upper thighs, you could feel his muscles tensing already from the slight contact. You let one of your hands lightly drag over the bulge that was starting to form in his dress pants, he let out a shaky sigh, his eyes staring down at you.

“We could get caught,” Gikwang muttered.

You popped the button on his pant dragging the zipper down, you cupped his bulge grinding your hand onto it. Gikwang let out a soft groan shutting his eyes. You moved your hand to the top of his pants pulling them down slowly. Gikwang let out a whine, his eyes burning holes into the back of your head.

“Hurry up,” he growled, “Y'N don’t tease,” he went back to his usual whiny tone.

You slid your hand under his boxers wrapping your hand around his heated length. You gripped his length sliding your hair along it, Gikwang let out a groan closing his eyes. You pulled his boxers down letting his length free, he let out a soft groan sinking his teeth into his bottom lip from the cool air hitting his hot member. You leaned forward pressing your lips to his member letting your hand stay at the base of his member. You darted your tongue out to circle the head of his length before sliding down the underside of his length, he gripped the arms of his chair to keep from tangling his fingers into your hair.

You climbed back up to the tip of his length wrapping your lips around it and letting him slide into your mouth. You clenched your thumb in your fist to keep from gagging to push him further into your mouth. You moved slowly to tease him, his hips lifted up making his chair squeak. You gripped his thighs to try and keep him from moving. His knuckles turned white from gripping so tightly.

“Hurry up,” he hissed, he let go of the arms of the chair lacing his fingers into your hair guiding you onto him.

You let out a moan when he tugged your hair, he bucked his hips up from the vibrations groaning. you glanced up at him through your lashes while you bobbed your head at the speed he picked, he tilted his head back letting out quiet grunts and groans, he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to hold back the sounds threatening to pass his lips. He released his bottom lip sharp exhales falling from his lips, you started to move faster on his length, he bucked forward to meet them.

You knew he was getting close, the vein on the side of his length was becoming more prominent and you could see sweat forming on his forehead and neck. The thrusts of his hips we becoming erratic, incoherent broken sentences passed his lips. His whole body tensed with his release, the taste of him filled your mouth, his eyes were shut tightly his hands gripping your hair. You did your best to swallow his release pulling away from his length with a lewd pop. He shivered from the loss of your hot mouth.

“Why are you so good at that,” he breathed out finally opening his eyes.

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[coffee-and-kpop]

Beast/Highlight and Topp Dogg mtl to be into blindfolding their partner?

Beast/Highlight (i do OT6 Beast so hope that’s okay!):1. Junhyung2. Hyunseung3. Kikwang4. Dongwoon5. Doojoon6. Yoseob

Topp Dogg (i also do OT13 TD so hope that’s also okay!):1. Hansol2. A-Tom3. Kidoh4. P-Goon5. Gohn6. Xenissi7. Xero8. Hojoon9. Nakta10. Seogoong11. Yano12. B-Joo13. Sangdo

send me smutty mtl!

[smitten--kitten]

Kinks w/ Gikwang

The hardest part was trying to find the words to bring it up. It isn't something that can easily have a segway, nor is it something to bring up out of the blue. Yet, somehow, it was something you wanted to do immensely. Gikwang away for the weekend you went into his computer. While most would say it was an invasion of privacy, this case was different. The boys went over old memories and watched old interviews and it had given you an idea. With the thought of watching porn with him wasn't something you really had even thought about before, now you wanted nothing more. Was he hiding a lot of secret kinks? Was he a vanilla guy? There really was only one way to know. 'Cause we all know no one is THAT honest. Opening his browser you couldn't help but watch one after another. Most were low quality, amateur porn. Quite a few involved the male holding down the female's wrist above her head. And quite a few with neck biting. While he came home you decided that honesty was likely the best policy in this situation and you didn't hold back. "Gi, I was thinking about that one old video and it gave me an idea...maybe we could, if you wanted, watch some porn together. And maybe also, try it out?" His eyes just wide and staying stood still worried you just a little.."Do you not want to?" Walking towards you he kissed your forehead. A light laugh as he hid his face in your hair. "I didn't say that I-" "You didn't say anything" "Hush" he interjected with a laugh. "I mean...are you sure you want to? I would love to but" "Alright then let's go" Your hand gripping his as you pull him towards the bedroom. Gikwang laughing but his pace speeding up and he picked you and bit your shoulder playfully. The two of you both excited about this new addition to your bedroom activities.