Jinrang (Lang Jin) is an alpha male in the only ways that count: charismatic, devoted and protective. He is a dom by heart, but is inexperienced with sex and romance. His heart hurts every time you cry or flinch as you make love. Growing up the way he has, Jinrang associates sex with evil and filth. The former King of Busan was a degenerate, so everything he represented, everything he indulged in—Jinrang simply can't find those things fun.
He doesn't understand why you want him to hit you; even when you beg for it and promise him it makes you feel good, he holds back a lot. He never loses himself in pleasure and will stop when your reactions sound too real, even when you don't use your safeword. He will try to be rough because that's what you want, but he never crosses the line in the secret way you want him to. I don't think there's any changing that. He's a softie through and through.
"I can't do it, I'm sorry. I can't hurt you even if you beg me," he'll say, sitting on the side of the bed and staring at the wall. What do you mean you want him to slap you across the face? And take you from the back while he chokes you with his arm?
Even if it's pretend, that is too much for his heart.
Seongji Yuk is the one true sub among the Lookism men. Out of all the adult guys in the main cast, he's the most innocent, having the least amount of interaction with the opposite sex. Before you, romantic love and sexuality were a foreign concept to him. He knows how sex works, though admittedly, when he first heard of it, he thought it was so ridiculous that surely someone was pranking him.
He can be prickly, but I don't think he's as intimidating as the other Kings, so it's no surprise to you just how big of a sweetheart he is.
His earliest memory was him trying to desperately survive. He had to harden his heart and he lived in isolation for years. Even when he opened up to his self-proclaimed students, a big part of him was sealed away.
But then you came along and changed all of that. Instead of running away in disgust, you kissed every single finger on his hands and giggled at his extra toes—"four more reasons why I love you," you said.
Hold his face between your palms and he will melt like butter. For reference, behold this image of a cheetah finally seeing the appeal of domestication. That is exactly it, you've domesticated the Monster of Cheonliang Mountain.
Seongji is at his happiest worshipping you and following your lead.
Dom or Sub (Goo Kim, Gun Park, Jake Kim, Samuel Seo, Gitae Kim, James Lee/Diego Kang)
um .. can you please write a smut fic on jinrang . Please. I love your writings
NOTE: MINORS DNI.NSFW.
This is mid because this guy is utterly incapable of arousing anything in me🥀
It was just a simple summer dress nothing else.
But somehow, Jinrang always got hard whenever he saw you in one.
Every year before summer started, you would order a bunch of them, sitting beside him while showing each one off.
“Does this one look good?”
“What about this color?”
“Or is this one too plain?”
And every single time, Jinrang gave you the same answer.
“You’ll look good in all of them.”
Which was exactly the problem.
It wasn’t like you were materialistic or obsessed with buying new dresses every season. The real issue was that Jinrang never had the patience to let you keep wearing them for long.
Every time you wore one…
It ended up torn to shreds by the end of the night.
Just like tonight.
The moment you stepped out wearing the new dress this morning, Jinrang’s eyes stayed glued to you all day. Every soft sway of the fabric around your thighs, every glimpse of skin...it drove him insane. His hardness very much visible to you.
And when you came home in the evening, it only got worse.
His eyes never left you.
You had only gone to the kitchen for a glass of water, unaware that an animal was already stalking behind you.
The second you felt Jinrang’s hardness press against your ass, your breath hitched sharply.
The glass slipped from your fingers and shattered across the floor.
Pieces scattered everywhere, but Jinrang barely looked at them. His first instinct was to spin you around and lift you onto the kitchen counter.
“It didn’t hurt you, right?” he asked immediately, grabbing your hands first to check for cuts.
“No…” you whispered.
Then you hooked your fingers into the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as you raised a brow.
“You gonna tear this one again?”
Jinrang let out a sharp exhale, his hand already sliding up your thigh.
“I’ll try not to,” he muttered. “But it’s hard.”
The roughness of his palm against your skin sent heat pooling low in your stomach.
“Let’s see tonight,” you teased.
The second the words left your lips, Jinrang pushed the hem of your dress up your thighs and settled himself between them.
Your legs parted instinctively for him.
He paused there for a moment, breathing you in first, like he was savoring the scent alone. The sight of him between your thighs made your fingers immediately tangle into his hair, tightening when he pressed closer.
A shiver ran through you the moment his mouth touched the inside of your thigh. Slow and deliberate.
He dragged his lips across your pussy before moving higher, taking his time like he enjoyed making you squirm. Soft kisses turned into messy swipes of his tongue, each one making your grip tighten harder in his hair.
“Jinrang…” you said.
A low hum vibrated against your thigh at the sound of your voice.
One of his hands slid up your waist, fingers spreading over the valley of your breast, while the other hooked around your thigh to keep you open for him.
Then he finally gave you what you wanted.
Your back arched sharply the moment his mouth found your cunt properly.
The sudden warmth of his tongue made your breath stutter as your fingers yanked at his hair, forcing him impossibly closer. Jinrang groaned softly against you, completely unbothered by the sting in his scalp.
If anything, he liked it.
He kissed and licked at you like a starving man, swiping along your sensitive bud as your juices spread across his tongue, slow when you grew too sensitive... infuriatingly relentless when your thighs started trembling around his waist.
Every little sound you made only encouraged him further.
The kitchen slowly filled with lewd sounds and the hum of Jinrang himself between your thighs.
And despite his earlier promise…
By the time he finally looked up at you, your summer dress was wrinkled beyond saving anyway.
hello and good evening, after some thoughts I finally decided that I want to request something.
can you please make something about busan trio, because honestly thought, they need a little more spotlights, I mean they so underrated just because they stories were too fast to end.
the plot is completely up to you, but I prefer nsfw if you could, and please don't give me an angst, I mean, they have enough angst already, so thank you for reading this, have a nice evening
My bad if this is OOC.
JINRANG
It had been a few days since he got back from jail, and more than acting clingy, the two of you only seemed to teeter around the edge of something unspoken.
Even now, with you seated beside him on the couch, knees touching, he sipped his evening tea. The gap in years… had it also left a gap in your relationship? You had met in prison, after all, but living together was another thing altogether.
Slowly, as you turned the pages of your book, his hand settled on your thigh. It simply rested there at first.
His thumb brushed once against your skin as he slowly pushed your skirt upward, slow and deliberate. Then he tilted his head toward you, eyes almost pleading for something.
“Is this alright?” he asked.
“Hm… I think so.”
“Don’t move,” he said.
You nodded, and then he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth first as if testing your patience.
“Your beard tickles,” you said faintly.
Then, before finally giving you what you wanted, he pressed a deep kiss to your lips, coaxing delicious sounds from you. When his hands slid further down, Jirang kissed you harder, tongues clashing and teeth colliding.
And when you melted against him, he only tightened his grip on your thigh, running his hand up and down, satisfied with your reaction. He had known exactly what would happen.
BAEK SANG
There was an unspoken competition between the two of you, who could fluster the other first. And Baek Sang always won.
You had barely stepped into the room after a fresh bath before he cornered you against the wall, grinning. Your skin looked dewy, and the scent of your lotion made his feelings tumble over themselves.
“What?” you asked.
“You thought you could escape me.”
“I was not escaping. I have to get changed.”
“Then why not change in front of me?”
“No.”
He leaned closer, letting his forehead rest against yours, teasing whether he would kiss you or not. Every time you tried to open your mouth to speak, he would steal a kiss, swift and tender. As if it were a challenge in itself, seeing whether you’d ever manage to say anything at all.
“Stop, you’re so annoying,” you managed to blurt out quickly, hoping he would hear you for once.
“Mmm,” he said smugly, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “If you have a problem, then just politely ask me to stop.”
You shoved at his chest to push him away, but he caught your wrist, kissing your palm dramatically while staring straight into your eyes.
Your towel was holding on for dear life, but you had to act bold too. Knowing he wouldn’t stop anytime soon as he continued kissing your hand and face, you slowly untangled the towel and let it drop.
His eyes went wide. And when his gaze fell on you, you realized you had made things far more complicated than you had intended.
JEONGSEOK HWANG
Jeongseok was a giant but a gentle giant. Still, sometimes you wished he could be a little rough with you. Just a little, you know, to spice things up.
So when you tugged at his belt loop and pulled him closer, shock was written all over his face.
“You’re going to wear this suit?” you asked him.
He nodded.
“And that scent you picked, do you think it’ll go well with this look?”
“I think so,” he said.
But his eyes drifted to your dress. The plunging neckline… the intricate design across the back. You would certainly be a head-turner tonight.
So he moved behind you, your back pressed to his chest, and slowly, carefully, he swept your hair aside over one shoulder.
His lips found the back of your neck in a slow, lingering kiss as he adjusted the strap of your dress.
“Have you changed plans for tonight?” you teased.
“No,” he said.
Then he applied a gentle pressure to the valley between your breasts.
The plans might not have changed but yes, the two of you might arrive late.
goodnight, I'm getting ready to bed now when something suddenly pop up in my brain, so I'm just gonna ask you this, or more like telling you, I don't know.
I know jin rang have chest hair, but it's not thick like his beard or thatch and curly, it's fine and short, the one that always makes you want to caresses it and tracing your fingertips between those black thin soft fur on his chest every single night when you laid your head on his chest.
this idea has been haunting me the moment I saw him, it's just... I don't know, it's just keep latched into my brain, bye I'm going to bed now
The media I consume that have me crushing on the men tend to have chest hair-less guys because they're all drawn or animated.
ꉂ(≧▽≦)
Jinrang having chest hair makes sense though and you make the scenario sound really sweet.
The Way of the Househusband: Seongji Yuk, Lang Jin/Jinrang & Jichang Kwak
The most romantically inexperienced of them all, Seongji Yuk is the biggest virgin in town, even more than Lang Jin, who has actually held conversations with the opposite sex for more than two minutes. I say this not as a derogatory phrase but as a matter of fact: the sky is blue, grass is green, and Seongji Yuk is the virgin king.
But despite, or maybe because of his lack of romantic interactions, he manages to be a devoted lover and an even more devoted husband.
He thrives as a homemaker, prefers it, actually. He would rather be the one doing the chores, fixing the leaks and creaks, cooking meals and staying at home than be working with other people. He hates everyone but you. (The brats—his self-proclaimed “students” beg a differ though.)
He’s a good cook but is an even better baker and candy-maker, a talent which he discovered once he had access to a fancy oven and the internet. Your home smells like a bakery everyday.
Although he expresses annoyance when his students come over to play or whatever, he will always offer them snacks.
You and Seongji no longer live high up in the mountains, but your current home is still a bit far from the rest of town, as you both prefer the peace and quiet of the woods.
Young children dare each other to go up to your house, and with the smell of sweets lingering in the air, their stomachs triumph over their fear.
With your influence, Seongji stops being “cranky” and makes an effort to be a little nicer to these new brats. He will offer them snacks while scolding them about trespassing into other people’s property. The kids don’t listen and decide to come back the next day with their friends, begging for more food.
Your husband complains about the whole situation every single night while you two lie in bed. He calls everyone annoying, unaware of his own smile. He also starts making more snacks and sits by the window. It’s adorable and you decide not to reprimand the children for readily accepting candy from strangers.
The number of kids multiply and they share the treats to their parents and then their neighbors, and slowly but steadily, your husband stops being the Monster of Cheonliang. He is now lovingly referred to as the “Candy Man” or “Cookie Man.” (His students, on the other hand, call him the “Witch of the Gingerbread House” and he beats them up every single time.)
Thanks to that, his reputation does soften up, so when you and Seongji leave the house to get groceries, the cashier actually makes small talk and many kids greet him with a bow. (You wish you took a picture of his surprised face whenever people actually smile at him.)
But there will always be at least one stubborn ignoramus. Some are passive aggressive, coughing the word “monster” whenever Seongji passes by, but your husband has learned to stop caring, or at least, learned how to be patient. He still struggles with his anxiety and PTSD, but has been seeing a therapist online and receiving proper meds for his condition.
However, when the bigots realize that their words have no effect on him, they turn to you.
You don’t care what anyone thinks or says about you. Your husband very much cares though, so you have to squeeze his hand and reassure him you’re fine.
This one time though, one idiot decided that, if his words are ineffectual, then he’ll find another way to show his disapproval. During your rare dates within town, you and Seongji were sitting on a park bench when said idiot pours iced coffee over your head.
Once he made sure that you were unharmed, Seongji broke half of that man’s bones. It took a while to calm him down and by then, a crowd had formed around you three. Your husband hated being the center of attention, it reminded him too much of his past. Now, his temper had dragged you into it.
“Over here, officer! That’s the guy!”
He was expecting the whispers and fear, the eventual arrest, but then, one by one, the passers-by yelled and pointed at the man who poured coffee over you.
“I saw what he did!”
“You need to arrest that bastard!”
“He ruined their date!”
You put your hands on your husband’s face and gave him a smile. “You're okay.”
He became extra clingy for the rest of the week—and generous, in every sense of the word.
Despite the canine parallel, Lang Jin (Jinrang) doesn’t give a rat’s ass about being an “alpha male” (barf) and eschews the whole “man of the house” mentality. He trusts your judgment and follows your lead.
He’s so sweet, a bit awkward, but his heart’s always in the right place. A gentle giant through and through.
He asks his family about how to be a good husband but for all their life experience, not one of his brothers has ever been in a healthy, long-term relationship. The best they can do is read books and watch podcasts. Not one of these men even thinks to ask the many wives around their turf.
He’s very protective, and it never occurs to him to just assign one of his men as a bodyguard. In his mind, it’s his job to protect you himself. In the early days of your relationship, this giant of a man followed you around and when he couldn’t be right next to you, he would stand guard outside the building; he didn’t want to stay in the car because he wanted to be ready in case something happened. You had to sit him down and explain that while you appreciate the sentiment, having your husband follow you around like a shadow is too much. You reach a compromise and only the most trusted members of the gang will take turns guarding you, but your husband drives you everywhere no matter what.
He spends most of his time at home. Usually, the guys will come over to keep him company. They’re basically a free housekeeping crew. In addition to educating Lang Jin on how to properly manage finances, Sang Baek helps with the cleaning. Jeongseok Hwang is a surprisingly talented chef and he loves cooking for his family. Sometimes, the other guys visit, bringing food and booze. You don’t mind having them over, you knew that marrying Lang Jin meant marrying the rest of the Busan gang. They’re a package deal. Actually, you prefer that they visit everyday, especially when you’re at work.
As much as he loves spending time with his crew, it’s clear to everyone that he can’t stand being away from you. Despite his tough guy exterior, he gets lonely easily. He’s such a puppy. Ugh.
Jichang Kwak is the traditional definition of husband material. Reliable, family-oriented, hard-working, financially responsible and, as a bonus, hot as fuck. What’s not to love? He’s basically a more mature and wiser Jake Kim.
But is he househusband material?
Well, of course! He’s a little too good at it, to be honest. He cooks, he cleans, he gardens, and he ensures that your finances are in order. There will be no reckless spending in your marriage.
He may be a stay-at-home-hubby but he is no homebody.
This guy is active in the community. He organizes blood drives, offers free self-defence lessons, and volunteers at soup kitchens. If homeowner associations were a thing in South Korea, he’d be the president.
He keeps a tight leash in every team he leads, including your marriage. You’re an adult, he expects you to be reasonable and logical when needed. That’s not to say that he’s a bore, or a miser. He’s very thoughtful and is simply worried when you do things that you may regret, like doing overtime and performing all-nighters. When you get sick from all that work, he’ll sigh and scold you as he spoonfeeds you your favorite soup.
His two brothers, Jibeom Kwak and Jihan Kwak,[1] don’t visit often. They love their big bro, and they adore you, but whenever they enter the house, there are just so many rules to follow. It’s like they’re little boys again. No feet on the furniture, arrange the pillows on the sofa before you leave, wash your dishes as soon as you’re done—never let them pile up.
Circling back to your relationship with the boys, they often tease Jichang for “being whipped” and at the same time, they can’t believe how a tightass like him managed to snag a sweetheart like you.
[1] pictured from left to right: Jihan Kwak, the youngest brother, and Jibeom Kwak, the middle brother.
Pregnancy, Childbirth and Fatherhood: Lang Jin/Jinrang
A few years after tying the knot, you and Lang Jin (Jinrang) agree to try for a baby. He was a little unsure at first, not because he doesn’t want children, but because he’s nervous. He’s never had a proper parental figure in life and he’s afraid that he may not be enough for your family. You reassure him that he’ll be an amazing father, and if he doesn’t know what to do, you’ll be there to pick up the slack.
Only his two brothers, Sang Baek and Jeongseok Hwang,[1] are aware that you two are trying and they are ecstatic. Sang Baek starts reading on what pregnant women and babies need—he and Jeongseok Hwang start baby-proofing the whole house even before you’ve conceived.
Fortunately, it doesn’t take long for you to get pregnant.
Lang Jin becomes a hundred times more protective. If you’re working a job you love, he doesn’t ask you to take time off until the last trimester; he does, however, take a break from being the so-called “King of Busan” and becomes your personal bodyguard. He drives you to work and then spends the rest of the day in his car, parked outside your building, waiting like a guard dog. Almost everyone is familiar with him and the nearby store owners would walk up to the car and offer him something to eat and drink, though they don’t stay for too long because Lang Jin’s not good at small talk. Regardless of how much food and beverages he receives, Lang Jin limits what he consumes so that he doesn’t have to take bathroom breaks.
He is always in front of the building entrance before your elevator even reaches the lobby. He carries your bag for you and holds your hand all the way to the car.
He knows next to nothing about pregnant people. Most of his knowledge is from Sang Baek and the many grannies around town who like to talk his ear off (he doesn’t have much to say to them, but he manages to be a great listener, which is why all the married ladies love him).
By the time you start to show, he has heard so many horror stories about women getting injured while pregnant that he begs you to stay in bed while he handles your usual chores.
You don’t find out about the baby’s sex until after he is born—yup, the King of Busan has been blessed with a healthy baby boy.
Your husband was super hesitant to hold him, afraid that he might break. The boy is tinier than most newborns, but is perfectly healthy, so healthy that he keeps crying and wailing until his father finally holds him. Your son settles and Lang Jin worries for a moment, believing that something might’ve done something wrong, but you giggle and reassure him that the baby stopped crying because he feels safe.
A wise little lady once said that “a name is life’s first gift.” Your husband spent the first twenty years of his life without a name, so you convinced him to choose one for your firstborn. He whispers it and your son opens his eyes and, seeing his father for the first time, lets out a sweet laugh and raises his arms, silently begging to be held closer. Despite your exhaustion, you reach for your sterilized phone and take as many pictures as you can.
During your hospital stay, members of the Busan gang visit, whether in pairs or in groups of five, and the younger guys take selfies with the “little prince”—but only with the baby in his little crib. Lang Jin trusts his men with his life, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before he lets anyone but you touch his infant kid.
A lot of parents have warned you that a son is “loud and rowdy,” and considering how much your baby wailed when he was born, you expected as much, but your home remains very peaceful.
Your son seldom cries, and when he does, he doesn't scream, only sniffles. And, as though they have some sort of telepathic link, your husband gets up before that happens. Every single time.
Lang Jin does everything. He changes the baby’s diapers, rocks him to sleep, bathes him, entertains him and comforts him. If it were physically possible, he’d probably breastfeed him too. The man never wants to be away from his son.
Despite your son’s loud debut at birth, he grows up to be just like his dad: strong, silent but sweet. Maybe even a little shy. He is polite and greets everyone he meets, even if he does it while hiding behind your or his father’s legs.
Lang Jin and your son spend a lot of time together, but they seldom converse. They feel perfectly comfortable with the silence and communicate telepathically (you suspect).
He’s close to his uncles and honorary older brothers. He’s still too young to understand the…darker parts of the family business, so the guys do their best not to expose him to the shady stuff.
They teach him all sorts of things, from sports and fighting (not too rough!) to haggling and how to be a good salesman. They also spoil him a lot, much to your chagrin. When your kid leaves the house to spend time with the rest of the family, he comes home stuffed with junk food and holding bags of new toys. In defence of the guys, the gifts aren’t all from them. Busan loves Lang Jin and they adore his son even more. The mayor, the chief of police and even a bigshot sea captain love sending expensive gifts to your house. The only reason you haven’t sent them back is because they’re super insistent and it’d be rude to keep returning them.
It’s a mystery to you that he’s actually well-behaved despite being coddled by everyone else. He never rolls his eyes or sulk when you sit him down and remind him that these gifts are, while kind and thoughtful, are privileges that he shouldn’t take for granted. He nods along patiently, resembling his father as he hangs onto your every word.
Anyway, before your son reaches teenhood, you get pregnant again. This time, it’s an accident. A happy accident though.
And this time, you’re blessed with a little girl.
Your husband, son and the rest of the gang silently lose their minds.
Unlike her older brother, your baby girl cries a lot. However, you’re not as exhausted as you thought you’d be because now, your son and husband insist on taking care of her.
There is no such thing as “silence” in the house anymore, especially as your girl grows older. A total force of nature, she is outgoing, super friendly and relishes in the attention. She’s also super protective of her family.
She takes over your role as the one who tells the cashier that her brother and father did NOT want pickles in their burgers, and she yells at anyone who calls her uncles thugs and gangsters (even if it’s true).
If anyone’s going to inherit the family business, it’s going to be her. Although, both you and Lang Jin (and the rest of the family) would prefer it if both your children led normal lives.
[1] pictured from left to right: Sang Baek, Lang Jin and Jeongseok Hwang
author's note: They deserve happiness, okay? Jesus Christ (╥﹏╥) children are blessings
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