#kim joongoo

[anticapitalistclown]

hey girl, can I request lookism men with a s/o who moves a lot during their sleep and falls from the bed? how would they react?

of course!

pd. I'm sorry I let this marinate on my drafts way too long

Lookism men reacting to reader falling out of bed during their sleep

characters: Jake, Gun, Goo

Jake

Jake noticed you were rolling and moving in your sleep, actually slapping him on the face a few times, don't worry, he won't make a fuss about it. As the saint that he is, he tried to move you to the side of the bed that faces the wall, "hey babe, why don't we switch places, before you fall-"

thud!

The big man hurried to check on you, worried you might have hurt yourself only to see you snoring on the floor, your body position the similar as the line figures of a crime scenes that appear on those documentaries that you watch.

Jake held his laugh and grabbed your sleeping form on his arms, lifting you back up to bed, this time retaining you against his full body weight so you finally stop moving.

Gun

After a stressful day you finally clashed in your shared bed, except that your body was showing the stress to your boyfriend, who surprisingly surrended instead of being an ass and just layed to sleep on the floor.

Your body was rolling around the bed, fighting the stress of, when suddenly you felt like falling. You felt your side sore and tried to open your eyes "the hell?" you realized you where on the floor, not very sure how but that doesn't matter, what matters is that your heart almost jumped out of your throat when you saw a pair of eyes watching you "GUN WHAT THE HELL"

"goddamn woman, you won't even let me rest on the floor huh?" you sat and giggled "were you sleeping here the whole time?" Gun pinched your nose "until you fell over me mostly"

Goo

"ouch" Goo whined after you kicked him for the th time this night "darling wake up, you're moving like cra-"

thud!

"darling?" silence, peace after all, Goo smirked, more like a triumphal smirk, honestly if you didn't fall for yourself he might do it himself for you at this point. Your boyfriend rolled and snuggled between the covers sleeping peacefully.

[olympianknightwing]

In a world of boys he's a gentleman

LOOKISM X READER : cute things they'd do for you without realizing it

Daniel Park (og)

Daniel just won't let you carry anything whenever he's around. You need to carry the grocery bag? His hands are already swooping in to take it from you.

He won't mind carrying your school bag, even if he's carrying one as well.

I hope you get the vision...like whenever you share an umbrella with Daniel, he always subconsciously tilts it over you while his shoulder ends up completely wet.

And of course, tying shoelaces for you.

Always has your hairband on his wrist or your claw clip clipped to his shirt hem.

Jake Kim

Whenever you’re walking together, Jake somehow always ends up on the roadside while you're on the inside of the sidewalk.

You know the classic giving you his jacket/coat, yeah of course he'll do that...somehow, it's still not cliche when Jake does it >.<

While in crowded places, he puts his hands on your shoulder, so no one bumps into you accidently.

Love wearing those tee shirts which say- 'i love my girlfriend'.

Plucks pretty flowers and puts them in your hair.

Goo Kim

Goo is a money-obsessed bitch 99% of the time, but when he’s with you, your wallet never leaves your pocket.

If you ever tried to pay, you'll only end up finding that Goo has already paid.

If you wear heels or uncomfortable shoes, Goo will pay attention to your gait. The moment he notices you limping even slightly, he won't hesitate to buy a new pair of shoes.

Let's you try on lipstick shades on his hands (or lips) while you shop for makeup.

Gun Park

Pretty obvious but...cooking. Enjoys cooking new dishes he tasted in different restaurants and making you taste it so you can confirm if its good or not.

Won't get upset if you tell him to change the recipe. He takes every failure as a lesson.

Tracks your period so he can be ready in advance for your cravings. While he thinks that your behaviour changes too much during that time of the month, but he never complained. He advice you to be stronger and resilient but would never want you to not talk to him about your discomforts or anything.

He unknowingly walks half a step behind you in public and always, always holding your hand like you're some little kid. When you pointed it out, he didn't have an answer for it. But he still didn't stop doing it.

James Lee

As a former k-pop idol and a current politician, James knows how terrifying crowds can be. In public, he always makes sure to position himself accordingly so as to block you from cameras and the flashing lights.

Okay, okay, now the classic one. Whenever you sit down at a restaurant, James slides your chair out for you and pushes it in. And always puts his hand on the sharp edge of the car door while giving his hand for support.

Says yes to any of your weird activities and sometimes even engages in your shenanigans with you without any question. He might even post about it on social media.While he might do it for his public image, but really what he wants is to spend quality time with you and flaunt you to the world.

Let's you play with his hair and put on hair clips.

Samuel Seo

Whenever helping you down from a high ledge or out of his car, he offers you his forearm for support. I know it's bare minimum...but it is Sammy, who we're talking about.

Whenever your hands feel cold to him, he'll insert them in his coat pocket.

He is your 24/7, personal driver. While he doesn't enjoy picking you up from a club across the city at 2am but the thought of you using taxi or subway at such hours scares him.

When you get in, the AC is already pre-set to your exact favorite temperature.

Always holds your hand using his free on e while driving.

[616ioi]

Woe is me.

Pairing(s) — joongoo kim x gn reader

Content — slight nsfw, sub character, he's so mean but so nice at the same time omg i'm gonna choke him, obsessive behavior, he lowkey hates you, pwp, jealousy, sadistic tendencies, shoe humping, filming.

Masterlist.

Strange. He thinks the way you sit down is annoying. Your shoulders hunch to try to make yourself smaller. He hates that. Your eyes dart around to survey your surroundings as if you haven't observed them many times before, and they waver when you catch him staring.

Don't get ahead of yourself.

He feels nothing for you.

There was absolutely nothing compelling about you. If he had to guess, he'd say you were probably bullied in your younger days (or even now).

You're not here. Not there. Absent. A ghost. Totally average. No confidence in your rather tense posture.

And yet, he still found you in every corner of the room.

It was getting tiring, to be frank.

Who are you and why are you everywhere? Are you a stalker?

Goo sips at his boba tea, watching you through the lenses of his glasses. You wouldn't be the first. Certainly won't be the last in such a wrecked world as his.

He's surprised he hasn't caught you lurking around in his suite room.

Oh, well.

Whatever happens, you'll regret it in the end.

The following days flew by with the breeze of autumn. Goo has felt like he was being watched. At the sauna, he felt eyes (not exactly out of the ordinary, not to brag, but have you seen his back muscles??). He sweats profusely and grunts when someone sits a little too close.

"What, isn't this heat enough?" To say he was a little upset is an understatement.

He hasn't had anyone to play with for a while.

Maybe he'll go to a brothel?

Goo tilts his head curiously. Nah, too many scandals. And, though he may not seem like it, he doesn't like to pass around women.

Karaoke. With whom? Oh, maybe he'll bring along a secret friend. Get to know each other one on one.

"Sounds like fun!" He tells himself. He can't wait.

Nine on the dot.

He's got his room, and his snacks will be served by so and so, hopefully soon cause he's starved. He's waiting on his good secret friend and trust him, the man would've complained (subtly maybe) about how goo never wants to pay. It's pretty annoying.

"Hm," the tanned man yawns as his head rolls back, his shirt straining to contain his muscles. "Where are the women?"

"Tch!" Goo fiddles with his microphone. He doesn't think every situation requires anything remotely nice looking for it to be fun. He isn't enough? "Why can't I hang out with my special friend?"

His whine rings as static in taejin's head. He's used to this. Goo doesn't exactly follow through with his word.

"I'll just call an escort service. You brought me out to have fun, I was genuinely expecting what you promised." Women, booze, music. Perhaps an unexpected fight.

"Go right ahead," a loud bass reverberates the speaker. Goo jumps upright when his song starts to play. "Eh? Damn it, I lost points already?? I haven't even started!!"

Goo shouldn't be surprised that taejin knows his way around a schedule. He also shouldn't be surprised that business owners are willing to drop anything to serve him, so the fact that an escort service picked up his request on a busy Saturday night with no prior appointments shouldn't leave his jaw dropped.

Lucky.

That wouldn't happen to him.

When the women filter the room with pumped up shouts and whoops, a suggestive wave is thrown his way as he stops halfway into his song, a tad bit embarrassed.

He clears his throat.

The screamo music isn't going to work wonders for his voice tomorrow.

"How do you like them, Mr. Cheon?"

Goo watches curiously from the corner of his eye. The tanned man doesn't miss a beat. He knows what he wants.

"I like 'em shy. Quiet." Like they won't scream, presumably. Goo scrunches his nose. What a sick man.

"Yes, sir."

The fake blond shuffles through his Playlist, observing the lineup of six escorts. A girl was sent to sit beside taejin. She doesn't look his way, only to her shaky fingers.

Another one clings to a bottle of champagne ordered, in the far corner of the booth, a duo play with each other's hair.

But allll the way to the end of the room is the one who dropped off the drinks.

Looks familiar...

Oh.

His eyes narrow.

All these pretty women and you're here. With that typical look on your stupid face. Like you're an innocent lamb, the sweetest. Your lips are drawn in a thin line, eyes glossy by the lights hitting your face.

You smile when you see him, just to be polite.

He stares you down, brows raising and chin jutting up like he's some sort of higher up. Maybe he is. His suit surely looks expensive. That stitching is impecable, and the fabric might be wrinkled, but you can tell that, even with your poor sight, it's top tier.

"Hi." Your voice cracks. Obviously, you haven't been speaking in a while. He gets the obnoxious urge to roll his eyes.

Thank whatever lord for all the flashing lights.

You seriously have to be a stalker or something. Don't tell him you work here?

Gah! Just let him enjoy his stuff.

Almost as if his answers were answered, you turn around to leave, casting your gaze downwards. "If you need anything else, press this bell here, please, and thank you."

Something in his head turned. He presumed it to be the cogs clicking and slotting into each other perfectly.

There's no way you can resist him when it's your job to attend to his every need.

Goo thinks long (for a minute) and hard (he didn't need much convincing). He wants to have some fun and frankly, being here isn't enough.

Do you have a breaking point?

How would you react? Would you scream, cry, or quit on the spot? If that were to happen, maybe he'll hire you.

The prospect of having his little plaything — to have someone interested in him... it excites him. Yes, it's weird. And he knows, morally speaking, this is wrong.

But who hasn't wanted someone to control?

To break someone's heart and watch them throw up from heartbreak.

To be important enough to cause such a thing.

Plus a certain scar-face [redacted] had a few things up his sleeve, why can't he?

So, not even a minute since you left, Goo rang the bell. He gave it ten seconds before ringing once more.

Knock knock.

Knuckles lightly scratching his jaw, he watches eagerly when you turn the knob, his heart starts to thump erratically and he can feel a smirk crawl on his face.

This is a feeling fighting never gave him.

The door opens just an inch and you falter when you spot him sitting across the only exit in the room.

He hides his smirk behind his glass cup of cranberry juice. His eyes linger on the name tag clipped to your shirt — [name].

Silly.

You didn't look like your name. Whatever meaning behind it has been thrown away and disposed of by him.

"What can I help you with?" You didn't clasp your hands behind, or in front, of you. This isn't like the typical worker. It is etiquette to do so.

Your fingers tighten around the knob as if anything will force you to bolt out of there within seconds.

But this isn't a matter of politeness or submission. This is a stance on awkwardness. Did you hate yourself so much that you couldn't bow, just once, to show your appreciation?

Settle down, goo tells himself, talk like that and you'll realize why we eat the rich.

"I don't like alcohol." His first thought blurts out before he can stop it. Wow, he sucks at purposefully bullying someone. So maybe he might push and prod at his friends and clients, but it was all unintentional. He's a natural tease. This is getting awkward. "Get me something else, will ya?"

"Would you like some water?" Your gaze falls onto the cup in between his fingers.

He curses softly in his head.

He forgot he ordered juice.

"..Yeah."

"Still, sparkled, purified, or spring?" Water is water. Why the heck are there many, many more? "Ice or no ice?"

"...Purified, no ice, bottled." You nod and head out.

He tries to occupy himself by popping open a beer and pouring it into the glass of the pretty girl beside him.

His cheeks burn but quickly plays it off by being around such a pretty sight.

Embarrassing.

When you returned, he tried again, yanking at his tie to swallow properly. "I don't like this brand. It tastes like garbage."

"What do you like?"

"The most expensive one." He points at his companion, "Put it on his tab."

"Okay."

...That's it. That's it???

You're not going to sigh, or roll your eyes? Or even apologize?

Man, this is hard.

When you returned, yet again, he clicked his tongue. Your shoes hit the floor very annoyingly. It's bothersome.

"Pick up your feet." His muttering was met with an 'okay'. He tried not to let it get to him. You have no manners whatsoever, forget his last statement!

He's starting to sound like him.

Great, now he's starting to feel upset.

Along the nagging, someone took his turn singing, not that he minded.

"...What are you doing?" Taejin, who had be observing silently, raises a brow, only by a centimeter but he spots it, clearly disturbed.

That makes two of us. Goo eyes the shaky girl in the man's arms as he stretches lazily, he invites the girl over with a tilt of his head. She doesn't hesitate to rush to his side.

"Playing around."

Every time you walked in, everything you did, every reaction you gave him; he observed it all. Regardless, no one would have been able to tell that his sole attention lies with you.

He's good at hiding himself.

You bite your nails when you get nervous, you shuffle around too much when you try to appear more 'in the moment', you hum when it gets awkward.

You, [name], are so annoying looking.

But also so fun to watch.

You didn't get upset at him. He didn't feel any annoyance radiating off of you. Trust him, he has lots of experience.

You really did see this as a job, rather than an incompetent man who asks for directions to the restrooms when they're clearly down the hall.

(A grimace took over his face when he realized you might have been put through this many times before).

He left you a big tip, promising to return with a sly smile. The owner of the place looked extremely satisfied with your work.

Kim Joongoo often lets the wind take his words. He could whisper a promise with his fingers crossed behind his back with no hesitation.

This time, he wants to see you again.

A thing like you isn't hard to come by. But a thing that can handle his annoying behavior is.

This is all for selfish gain.

He makes up his mind as he showers, his head filled with thoughts of you. His hand runs down his abdomen as water trickles over him. Would this fluster you?

Would his muscles embarrass you so?

Could he teasingly raise his shirt to wipe off sweat and fluster you silent?

This is so exciting.

The next day, goo showed up at the same karaoke bar at the same time as yesterday. He didn't want to make it obvious he was here for you, his hypothetical stalker.

Are you the reason why he's been feeling eyes boring into him?

"[Name] doesn't work here." Apparently, when things get overcrowded, they call for catering and extra hands. You worked for free just cause you could. "I'm not authorized to release any other information."

So. This meant you put up with him because you wanted to?

Oh.

All the more reason to crack you open.

He can't remember the type of smile he sent to the receptionist, nonetheless, she freezes, shoulders tensing. "What can you tell me?"

"Uhm- I-I don't know.."

In his hands, he held a book. If it hadn't been useful, he would've ripped it in half from his sheer irritation.

He wore his most sweat-inducing shirt for nothing.

"...Is everything okay?" His shoulders tense up slightly. That aggravating voice spoke softly (yes, two very contradicting words but that was the best he could describe it), the hesitation, the lack of any notable emotion — it's you.

Goo sends a deprecating smile to the receptionist, "Thanks a bunch." – Then, he proceeds to place his romance manhwa on the counter to lean up against it, shoving his elbow deep into the marble fixture.

"Things are just peachy."

The man, albeit stubborn, backed away. He doesn't turn to look back, he forgets to close the door on the way out and, he didn't take his car keys out right away.

He strides as slowly as he can. . .

His brown eyes narrowed when he didn't hear any footsteps chasing after him.

...He left his book behind on purpose, betting you would run after him like in the manhwa he read earlier this morning, the very one he left behind!!!

Step one; don't seem desperate.

Step two; leave a belonging of yours behind.

Step three; they will run after you.

Step four; ask on a date.

He lets out an exasperated breath. Do you just not care whatsoever? Do you even remember him? Everyone does.

He comes to an abrupt stop as he spins on his heel, stomping his way back into the building, brushing past customers who are there to enjoy themselves. The body guard doesn't blink twice at his mood swings.

This could also give him an excuse to talk to you. He'll march right up and yell 'watch your mouth! I am Kim Goo.'

When he enters the reception area again, he finds two things missing. His book and you. Great.

"...Where did it go?"

The lady shivers and refuses to meet his eye. Not that he cares much. She isn't his type. He thinks, that if he can get your attention, he won't even focus on anyone else.

She doesn't respond.

He's hitting the pool table.

One hit, two hits, three hits, he's got no luck. Man, he really sucks at these games but at least he caught a glimpse of a very familiar-looking specimen.

You.

You walk up to him, his book in your grasp. Had you tried to steal it or return it? Whatever.

"I didn't take you for a thief."

"You forgot it..." You explained lamely, "I had to get my phone before anything so... sorry if you were looking for it."

You talk rudely.

Goo polishes the tip of his stick. He's been doing so for the past minute. He has no clue what he's doing but, in his mind, he thinks this is what would make him seem cooler.

"Would ya read me the title." This isn't a question. He's not asking you. He wants you to do it. And you do, without a single thought. Can he really push you around like that?

You hold the manhwa in front of you, in the most perfect position for him to bend over the table and pretend he was going to hit the balls that clack around aimlessly.

"'Me, the bully, and how I fell in love'—" You startle when an alarmingly loud RIIIPPPP! rings in the particularly empty lounge area.

The pool stick tears a hole through the hardcover book faster than you could blink, the rubber tip brushing against the tip of your nose. He deliberately aimed to your face.

In the chaos, Goo stays calm. His poker face is undefeated.

"Oops." He fails to hide a teasing smirk.

"That book cost me. I warned you to move." No he didn't.

You blink, perplexed.

"Oh... sorry." That's all you have to say? "What do I do?"

Like a little lamb — sheltered and slow. Your mind couldn't keep up with what happened. Had he ordered you to stay very still as he tried to aim around you, you would've. Such a pity (for you).

He feels heat blossom across his chest, his heart pumping in his ears.

"How much did it cost?" Your voice shakes near the end. It's entertaining. He holds back a chuckle.

"One million won." The disbelief in your gaze is nothing compared to his lie. "Cash. Do you have that kind of money on you?"

"No.. but I didn't break it.." You try to defend but he's already made up his mind —

"Yeah. I figured. Since you enjoy working for free—" You raise a brow at this claim. He spoke it as if it were true, "Work for me. I'll actually pay you... Until you can pay me back more than one million won."

"Oh." You slap the withering sheets of paper over the pool table where he props his elbow to watch you. "I do work, actually-"

"—Really?!" Goo adjusts his glasses, standing to his full height, "Quit it! I'll even make a contract to reimburse the money spent to get to me. Transportation, gas, if you break a leg running to me."

Weird.

Who would actually fall for that?

...Actually, he knows quite a lot of brute men who would.

"...What do you expect me to do?"

He pouts lightly. The sight of a grown man doing something a child should be doing brings a shiver down your back.

"There's no fun in spilling secrets. 'A magician never reveals his tricks' or whatever."

"You do magic?" He shakes his head, but this seems to be the last straw for you. "Then I'm not really interested. I'll find a way to pay you back..."

He gapes at your back.

Seriously?!

Who even are you? Are you seriously leaving because he isn't a magician or is he reading this wrong?

"I want you to entertain me." You shoulders tense up and he notices the disdain on your face.

"Ew, not that." He feels sick looking at you, "I have people for that. I have no intention in using you. You don't seem worth my time." This can cure him.

You don't seem offended but.. you gaze falls downwards with disappointment. Goo doesn't know anymore.

He wants to figure it out.

"...Then what will I be doing?"

"I don't know. Just put up with me." Starting now. He throws his arm over your shoulder, slumping into your side and forcing you to his height. "I don't like to wait, so make up your mind quickly."

1... You shake yourself out of this shock.

2... He watches your expression flicker with curiosity. Would you reject him? Or, give in?

3... You nod.

The mistake of your life has begun. Goo is not nice. He's mean. He's a self deprecated idiot with glasses and, ironically, a good eye for gold. He took your contact information with no other words, no name to give, nothing.

Before the first phone call you lived quite the subtle life. A day to day life of a simpleton. An intern who fumbled about with paper work and a dress shirt.

Then, an unknown number contacted you.

It was him.

He sent an address and a silent order to come alone. That day he took you out to play golf and he forced you to hold all of his things — another typical task of an intern. He'd throw his arm over your shoulder and pushed against you with a flex of his bicep.

The next hour, after returning home, he spammed you with messages until you read his favorite; You reek of loneliness. When will you learn that?

It's a pattern. He is nothing new with his harsh words and a sneer like no other. He forced you to accompany him to watch him beat up some 'goons' (his words) in the background but if someone were to even turn your way, he'd wack their eyes out of their sockets with anything he can make a weapon. Then he asks you to videotape your favorite moments of him when he's covered in blood (which were his calmer, thinking moments- it's a blood-curdling thought. How used to violence is he?).

"You still haven't paid me in full." He tells you to hold it together. He says you're weak, he threatened you but he defends you so sweetly and you can't tell if he really hates you or if he's bipolar.

He seems to have a luxurious life. Money, too much, the looks, connections...

He's also very smart, maybe not how he spends his money but he knows his data.

Since then, he became the hound picking at your heel until you fed him.

Come watch me fight.

File my taxes but don't submit them.

Do my groceries.

Help me dye my hair.

"You should go a darker shade." You told him, eyes half lidded as they droop with sleep. He purses his lips and shoves your blanket off. About a month and a half of his offer, he gave you a spare room to sleep in so he could have 'better access to you'. "It'll pop out your smile. It's magic."

He climbs into bed with you and his arms, as if they have a mind of their own, wrap around your shoulders, cradling the back of your head to his broad chest.

Scratch that, you wished he had. Instead he shakes his head, grabs your wrist and drags you out of bed.

He would never do that.

You yearned for a good touch. A touch that would show you his sweet nature, he had it in him...

"I already got the dye."

Wake me up early.

Stand there and look stupid.

And not even a thank you.

You put up with him because you liked him but how far can a crush go without turning into hatred? Ugh. You didn't quit your last job but just a few more days of documenting what the man says (and a bit more evidence) and you might be getting a promotion.

And you'll finally get paid.

Goo's contract wouldn't activate until after you paid him off. That would take months.

"Heya." Speaking of the devil. His lips stretch out in a self deprecating smile as he throws his arm around your waist to pull you close. You don't do anything to stop it. "Let's dilly dally and mess around."

"What are we doing?"

He likes to stay mysterious. Keep you wanting and waiting anxiously.

However. . .

Through his hatred, he hasn't realized his desperation.

Everyday, every second, every minute; he won't leave you alone. A time for yourself is rare, you haven't returned home yet.

It's like he wants to keep you here forever.

"You'll see."

Bright lights, music blaring from speakers, sweaty bodies and the smell of alcohol and copper.

He took you to a gentleman's club.

"I thought you don't like places like these?" He guides you with a palm on your lower back, grunting when someone gets too close to you. You watch in awe at the dancers. They must have a magnificent core to be doing all that!

"I don't. It's disgusting and unhygienic. I figured you might-" Cry from embarrassment.

Passing by a table in the back, your eyes widen at the sight of a big kid — probably no older than eighteen. You subtlety snap a picture (silently thanking Goo for not allowing the guards to confiscate it) — "A kid?"

Goo hums in confirmation, "Yeah. That's normal round here. My favorite spot used to be one ran by a kid. A shame it was taken down."

You frown and his eyes narrow.

The shame came from the children running the place. Goo genuinely wants to know what you'd said to him, maybe spit some insults, bare your teeth at him, yet you gave him nothing but a frown.

He needs to amp it up.

He wants a reaction out of you.

He adjusts his glasses, "We're almost there."

You nod sternly and follow after the waitress who leads you past the restrooms.

To your surprise, a dancer, dressed as an angel with her fluffy white wings and a halo over her head stands outside of your destination.

The pretty lady eyes you with a flirtatious smile, her manicured hand tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. The longer you keep eye contact the harsher his glare got.

Your gaze shifts downwards, however you can practically feel his eyes bore a hole into your head as a devilish smirk grows on his features.

Your face burns with contemplation.

One minute he looks disgusted and the next he's upset with you?

What is this behavior...

"Huh." He raises a brow, "Feelin' shy? It's her job, you know."

"...What if she did find me cute?" You know that isn't a case. It's a 'What if'.

His brows knit together and his upper lip curls into a soft scowl as if you cursed damnation to his life! Does he know the face he's making? Sometimes you feel he does it on purpose.

"You?" Your heart aches at his tone. He sounds disgusted, appalled at the thought of someone wanting you.

"There's nothing wrong with me.." With a tightening grip on your camera, you turn away from him.

What's something he loves more than money?

Annoying you.

"That's absurd." He barks back, no longer touching your back gently, but rather he's clutching onto your clothes. You're afraid he'll rip it off with his abnormal strength and behavior.

He doesn't feel like taking you to your 'private show' anymore. His stomach churns with the worst gut twisting feeling — it feels so similar to jealousy.

He can't have that.

"No one will want someone who can't speak up." It's quite the contrary to his behavior. "And if it seems like I want to be yours, doubt it. I'm like this with everyone."

You didn't even think of that.

You quickly step away from him and the crowd forming as they glance over for a piece of drama. They could watch but you just hope no one could hear.

It's embarrassing.

Goo follows behind you, pocketing his hands to hide the way his fingers twitch to hold onto you again.

"Why are you so mean to me?" Your question is met with a pensive silence.

Mean? He nearly bursts out with laughter. This is who he is. This is who he's always been.

"...We're leaving. You ruined my mood."

There he goes again. Doing what he likes like he's a higher up.

Selfish man.

"Mr. Kim–" He scrunched his nose at the god awful habit of yours, "With all due respect, let's continue with what you planned for me."

"With all due respect?" He repeats (you can't tell if he meant it mockingly. He's not in a state to think, surely not an environment either). "Don't wanna. Nor do I want to stand here and argue so let's just go home— I mean to my house."

He crosses his arms and stomps his way out of the club like a child throwing a hissy fit. You decide to record this experience, camera shaky in your hand as you hold onto the burn in your eyes.

What a baby.

Your chest heaves with the chance to calm yourself.

He's so annoying.

He's such a–

"Douche." You mutter low enough for yourself. Though to your surprise, goo stops in his tracks. Did he hear you?? Oh no. You didn't mean that.

You stay planted in your spot, camera held behind your back as his slow walk turns into long strides to get back to you, the glare of his lenses catching against the lights. It messes with your vision and makes you see color.

"Wha-?" A familiar warm touch reaches out to grab a hold of your elbow, hauling you into a back room. You quickly adjust your stare to the side of his sculpted face.

There's a glint in his eye that states he isn't as angry as you thought.

"You wanted to see your surprise?" He coos. He directs his attention to the pretty lady standing awkwardly in front of the curtains to your room, "Don't disturb."

Whatever look he sent her worked since she quickly complied despite looking extremely confused and disturbed by his behavior, strutting away hastily.

He drags you into the room, shutting the thick curtains behind him. "Originally, I paid for that pretty girlie to give you a lap dance, maybe a couple of pets here and there. I figured that was going to make you snap—"

He scowls at the thought.

"–I had no intention of ever doing this. You wouldn't want to do this with me." When he turns to face you, you're a lot closer than he expected, and his back brushes against the velvet texture of the curtains behind him, "I'm a good guy... You just don't seem to understand me."

You pay close attention to him, from the practically invisible mole on his chin to the count of his lashes.

He struggles to maintain direct eye contact with a shaky gaze.

He crosses his arms to place some distance between you and him. The muscles on his arm flex beneath their sleeves, which catches your attention just for a split second.

"What are you talking about?"

He huffs and shuffles around until he can plop himself on the couch. He can't begin to describe how disgusting they could be. Drenched in sweat and.. fluids. Maybe only wiped with a disinfectant wipe.

But he wants to sit, so he will.

"I play around with you out of curiosity. At first, I thought you were my stalker-" You stiffen up but he pays it no mind, "You went everywhere, I saw you everywhere. It was fun thinking I had an obsessed fan that would blindly believe everything but then I spent time with you and I noticed nothing got you more frustrated than when I made others do something to you."

He put you through all that because he wanted to test your limits?

Your fist balls up.

Is he some sort of sadist?

Is this just some kink to play into his fantasies?

"So I bought you a dance which clearly.. I rejected. Now, we just have this room and some dry champagne.. oh, it's this gross-... hm?" His voice is deflating. You look at him with a gaze of such disgust that he has to pause.

That's new. . .

His brows fly up in surprise, eyes widening just a bit.

"You have many other things to do. You talk of Charles Choi and his pets, his schemes, and your friends, and yet, you distracted yourself... with me?"

He wants you to play?

Okay.

You'll play with him.

Preparing to leave the place, you leave your camera on the bench beside him, the red blink of the light disturbing the corner of your eye. It did belong to him anyway, — "I'll see myself out."

Goo quickly nudges his knee against yours, knocking your legs together in the process to stop you. You eye his gesture. After everything, he still wants your attention.

That cowering smile blinds you with rage, "I knew you couldn't handle me."

He seriously doesn't care...

After all this time spent together, he won't let up. He won't let you in and he certainly won't let you go.

He must hate himself so badly to have such a stupid motive to seek your friendship.

"I don't ever want to see you again, Mr. Kim. Please do not seek me out. I would not have liked a lap dance, I do not like clubs and I do not like you."

Goo watches with wide eyes as you grip your clothes to stop yourself from doing something stupid. He could easily grab anything, something, to defend himself.

Goo is good at what he knows and he knows you're holding back a violent reaction.

His wide eyes search for an indication that you'll raise your hand, or a curled fist to his face. For nothing.

"You wanted a reaction out of me?! This is harassment. I could report you, I could.. I could just leave. Don't try to stop me. I'm serious."

He wasn't thinking. It's strange for him. For a man so good at maths, so intelligent. Quick-witted... to keep his mouth glued shut.

Yes, he wanted a reaction. Yes, he wants something to value.

But he did not want you to leave.

Such a shy and quiet person as yourself shouldn't be pushed around so much. You'll grow a backbone.

"Y-..You're seriously leaving?"

You don't get to leave me!

"Yes." As you go to take a step towards the exit, he pushes himself off the red cushioned couch to kneel in front of you. You stop before you could trip over him and his stupid actions.

Goo panics. This is so weird. He isn't like this. Well.. not always. He just seems to act like this with you.

You haven't reacted so harshly to him.

You haven't cursed him out or tried to fight him when he aggravated you. You calmly watched him rant off and play games, and you helped him get ready and you praised him and his hard work.

You handled him well.

"Let me explain myself properly."

He thinks himself weak willed.

He is here, kneeling and groveling for your aggression when he hates you. Yes, he thinks so. He doesn't want to be in love. Not with you. Not some stalker of sorts, not the little lamb

But then why was he so jealous?

Nonono. He only wants your attention.

Only look at him. Just that.

Don't think of anyone else.

He's the one who rescued you.

He's the one who took you out of your shell.

You're everything he never wishes to be and so much he envies.

Everyone seems to want you; you've got friends he cut off, you were happy doing what you liked but you didn't speak your mind, there wasn't much to say anyways, but you were so awkward and polite, it became endearing.

He helped you.

Goo doesn't bow to just anyone, so...

"Look at me." He damn near begs but you don't listen, your gaze doesn't even flicker. He rests his cheek against your thighs, his warm breath fogging up his glasses.

Finally, finally, his action got your attention.

Your lips nudge downwards and your hand draws down to remove his glasses, your finger brushing his hair back just as he usually wore it.

Then you hear it.

The soft distinct sound of a whine. It peaks at the back of his throat in a way a dog would whine. With a voice like his, it's shocking to know he can make such a sound.

Your breath hitches audibly.

"Sorry," He watches you with a hazy look as if he were stuck in a daze by your presence. "I wanted to get to know you... That's all.."

Is this real? Is he actually laying his head against your abdomen and kneeling between your legs too??!??

Why is there a tent pinching his dress pants? You look away from the scene to avoid embarrassing him further. It's natural. It's normal for it to happen randomly.

Remember when he said he could never do anything with you? Yeah. Trust that.

"Mr. Kim.. Your- your pants.." Goo looks down at his lap and his arms tighten around your waist. Not knowing where to put his glasses, in a fit of nerves, you put them on instead. Goo's hips jump at the sight, "Um-"

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Your throat goes dry, "I can pull away but please don't leave yet."

"No.." This is making your brain go foggy. He relaxes, hunching his shoulders over his body to hide the boner before he stops and gives up, adjusting himself so you could have a better view of him in all his glory. "What's going on with you..?"

"[N..name]," he mewls, blinking away the tears in his eyes, "I'm lonely. We don't have to do anything- I.. I can do all the work, just stay with me."

"I thought I wasn't worth your time?" You recall the words he said to you before. To entertain him. That's what he meant. Bullying you was his way of being entertained but really he was just lonely.

That's no way to get rid of your problems.

This can't go unpunished.

You smile to yourself.

He shakes his head, cheeky smile nowhere to be found, "No. I was wrong.. this moment will be more than one million won!"

His lashes flutter shut like the wings of a butterfly. Your thumb swiftly wipes away the tear that leaks out, "More than a millon?"

That's it, right? You're free with that.

You could leave with this footage and provide it as evidence for his claim and then you could receive the money entitled in his contract.

The red light beams in the small distance between you and the squeaky cushion but it might be the perfect angle to capture him in all his glory.

He's too preoccupied with you to notice it so it doesn't worry you much.

"Go ahead." He settles his hold on your hips, tightly. You cut yourself off with a startled gasp. What is he going to do?!

Goo nuzzles the side of his face in your crotch area, his cheek squishing up with his movements.

He rubs his cheeks against your ever-growing arousal before you hear him whine quietly again and watch him shift with his aching hips in anticipation. No. He has to be patient.

"You really know how to get under someone's skin." You grunt between your words. His eyes sparkle at the new sound of your strain.

"Thank you," He gasps out. He pokes his tongue out, panting like a dehydrated mutt, then he licks a stripe leading to where you drip through your pants — his drool and spit wetting you.

He opens his mouth wider, his teeth catching and then nibbling on the fabric of your pants. He's actually trying to rip them off...

You scold him lightly. You know he's eager, and desperate to make things up with you. To keep you with him but he needs to be patient.

"Easy, Mr. Kim, I'm not going anywhere yet." He props himself closer, mouthing at you at a much slower pace. His tongue wets your clothes but you don't mind, "Will we take — ahh.. your car home?"

He nods without hesitation, "mhm!"

Feeling a bit bad about leaving him out, you push his thighs apart using your shoe — receiving a desperate noise and a deepening blush in return — teasingly shoving your foot in between his legs and prodding his tent with the tip of your shoe.

Goo squeezes his eyes shut, "W-what did you work as? hnggg.."

Your chest blooms with happiness that he's getting to know you so you rest your foot over his clothed cock, barely putting enough pressure to have him sigh in frustration, "An intern at a police precinct."

"Huh?" He huffs against your skin, pushing your shirt up enough for him to brush his lips on your warm skin, "What did you..."

He trails off, getting lost in the feeling of your skin. Oh, he loves how you smell.

"I am tasked to handle administrative work and, at times, I am allowed to visit crime scenes to collect evidence and to investigate-"

"Uh-huh.." Goo raises his hips, moaning in a low-pitched tone when your shoe presses down on his sensitive head.

He's not even listening to you anymore.

And this is his biggest clue as to why you ever agreed to his contact so easily.. before you liked him. A little bit.

Your fingers thread through his dyed hair, the fake blond knotting in between the gaps of your fingers as you pull his head back.

He gasps lightly with frustration clouding his eyes. You're a blurry figure to him — he's unsure if it's his bad sight or his tears — but he's sure he's redder than a beetroot.

The back of your knee hits the couch and you tumble on it, adjusting your hips with the intention of getting comfortable.

"Hump me." You watch him blink his daze away. He crawls closer, and the small shuffle of his knees against the carpeted floor catches your attention. Does it hurt? Or has he experience on his knees? "Hump my shoe if you want a taste of me. I want to see how desperate you can get. You have other people for this, you said. Do they see this side of you?"

Goo shakes his head with another self deprecating smile. Seems like he always does it.

"Only you." He admits.

"And if I filmed it?" He hesitates as his eyes dart to the camera lying a couple of centimeters to where your hands are planted on the cushion, "I think you look your best right now."

His eyes widen when he catches the red glint.

That means it's recording right?

Instead of that sick feeling he should have gotten, the shame, he feels aroused enough to nod eagerly. It's like someone else took over his body.

But your smile is worth it as you pick up the camera and peer into the lens to watch him through it.

He tenses up.

He's gotta put on a show for you.

Goo holds the back of your calf to guide you over his tent, his hands tremble terribly but he pushes through.

It's such a rush he doesn't get with anyone.

Is this how Gun felt when he got sucker punched by that boy?

He peers into the camera lens with a tiny pout, "You aren't going to leave?"

If you hand in all the information you collected in the time you spent with him — the crimes, the photos, recordings, secondary information, the evidence... You could get that promotion. You could get paid. Finally. You could eat well, maybe not as well as Goo feeds you but still.

"..Not right now."

At the end of the day, you're just like him. Trying to find something to stimulate yourself; and you've found it in pushing him around.

Just a bit.

[delinappy]

♡ clingy bffs!

Goo, James, Jake

There wasn't a label on your relationship. Best friends? It sounded kind of childish, but you liked to call him that. It didn't really matter at the end of the day. It was always you and him.

☆ GOO

"Not fair," you said in a dissatisfied tone, your eyes fixed on the screen. You knew it would end like that. He was good at this game, after all.

Goo was grinning from ear to ear, looking as happy as if he'd won millions. One arm was wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers slowly tracing circles over your bare skin in an oddly soothing way.

"Aww, look at that face!" his free hand reached up, and you gently slapped it away before he could pinch your cheek. "So grumpy! Do you want me to let you win? Hmm? Want me to?"

You gave him an unimpressed glance, making him giggle like a schoolgirl. What was his problem?

Both of his arms wrapped around you, pushing you back against the couch. He was all touchy without trying to do anything more, though you could feel the warmth of his palm resting against your stomach. He wasn't even trying to support his own weight, practically lying on top of you.

What an asshole.

"Get your sweaty little hands off me! I just got out of the shower," your voice came out muffled beneath his excessive weight.

"Yep. And you used my shampoo," Goo replied with a wide smile, nuzzling his nose against your neck to catch his own scent on you. For some reason, knowing you walked around smelling like him made him strangely happy.

Then his tongue briefly brushed your pulse point and you squealed.

"Ew! Ew, ew, ewww... Fuck off, Goo!"

☆ JAMES

You held one suit hanger against your body, humming quietly. Then you picked up another with your free hand. Both looked fine, yet something still felt off.

Your eyes met his in the mirror as he watched you with his usual calm expression.

"What do you think?" you asked, turning toward him. You held up one suit, then the other, giving him a chance to compare them.

"Both are good," he said simply, never taking his eyes off your silhouette. "You would look beautiful even without anything at all."

You shrugged, turning back to the mirror.

"Liar. You haven't seen me without clothes, so you can't say that."

James's lips twitched. A tiny movement, not quite a smile. Slowly, he stood up from the armchair and took several steps toward you. Your eyes met again in the mirror.

"... Maybe something flashier? I bet you still have something left from your idol days."

James glanced at the ceiling, as if he was either thinking or quietly rolling his eyes at your attitude.

He raised a hand and gently tilted your chin upward. The touch was light and playful, almost like a reminder not to push your luck too far.

Before you could say anything else, he stepped back until your view was filled by his broad shoulders.

"The second one. Your legs look better in the second one."

You hummed, glancing down at your legs.

Do they?

☆ JAKE

Jake looked up as you placed a plastic bag in front of him. The smell of something warm and delicious immediately reached him.

"What is it?" he asked, though his hands were already unpacking the bag and peeking into the containers inside.

"Leftovers," you said simply, leaning your hip against the table. "I visited your mom and she gave me some."

His brows shot up in surprise. You hadn't told him that. His mom hadn't mentioned it either. Well, in her defense, it wasn't like she called him very often.

"Mom? Like my mom?" You nodded, and Jake stared at the food with a bewildered expression. "Why wasn't I invited?"

"I dunno... She only asked me to come over."

At your dismissive shrug, Jake chuckled and shook his head. Now you were visiting his mom without him even being invited? The last time he checked, he was her only kid.

"Okay, that's kind of cute, but I'm definitely asking her about it next time," Jake said with his usual easygoing smile as he stood up.

One hand settled warmly against your lower back while the other lifted the bag into the air. He gave it a little shake, smiling even wider.

"Will you keep me company?" His thumb drifted just a little lower, enough that the touch no longer felt entirely friendly. He was genuinely happy that you and his mother got along so well. That fact made him wonder what if...

"Yeah. Do you want something to drink?"

Jake nodded, his smile never leaving his lips. His eyes carried something warm and difficult to describe.

"Sure thing, bestie."

Hand slipped a little lower as he guided you out of the room.

my day off gave me an opportunity to post everything I had. bon appetit lol

》 MASTERLIST

[garden1a]

you guys think they ever hung out like this like at least once

[locomoqo]

switchin' them positions

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim, & Diego Kang x reader [separate]

details: NSFW content, sub characters, p in v (gun's part), bondage + cockwarming (goo's part), handjob + orgasm denial (DG's part)

A/N: BOO!!!! drops bomb and runs (literally just smthing i came up with like..what if u make that hunk go sub..esp the big 3 ++ goo is the subbiest out of the 3 tbh)

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun’s back is pressed against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on you. He’s already stripped down, his body tense beneath you as you straddle his hips, feeling the warmth of his dick pressing against your inner thighs. His hands rest on your waist, fingers tightening instinctively as you start to move, slowly rolling your hips, teasing him with every shift of your body.

“Let me,” he growls softly, his grip tightening as if he’s about to flip you over, take control like he always does. But you shake your head, pressing your palms against his chest, holding him down with a firm but gentle pressure. 

“Not tonight,” you say, your voice soft but insistent, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. “Tonight, you don’t get to be in charge.”

His eyes narrow, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t fight you—not yet. He’s too curious, too caught off guard by the way you’re looking at him, with a calm determination that he’s not used to. He doesn’t let go of your hips; his fingers dig into your skin, and you can feel the tension thrumming through him, the desire to flip the script, to take you down and make you beg for him.

“Just let me take care of you,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips over his, the kiss soft, lingering. You feel his body shudder beneath you, the barest hint of surrender, but he still watches you warily, as if he’s not sure he can trust himself to let go.

Slowly, you start to move, your hips moving against him, taking him inside you inch by inch. His breath hitches, and his sharp, predatory focus giving way to something softer. His hands twitch against your waist, but he stays where he is, allowing you to set the pace.

“Just relax, handsome," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you move, slow and unhurried, letting him feel every inch of the sweet walls of your pussy.

He makes a low, frustrated sound, his hands tightening again as if he’s about to take over, but you press him back down. Your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him subtly gasp. “No,” you insist gently, but firmly. “You get to relax tonight. Relax.” You put emphasis on the last word.

He looks up at you, his breathing ragged, and you can see the war in his eyes—wanting to give in, but hating how exposed it makes him feel. But he doesn’t fight you, doesn’t try to take back control, and there’s something almost desperate in the way he watches you, as if he’s never felt this kind of weakness before. It's almost like he's turning into putty in your hands.

As you move, your pace quickening, you can feel the tension in him slowly unraveling. His fingers loosening their grip on your waist, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat. God, the way your pussy just squeezed the life out of his cock felt good, he wouldn't admit it but letting you set the pace for once felt good.

You lean down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, savoring the rare moment of intimacy as his body begins to respond to yours, his hips lifting to meet your movements.

“You’re doing so well,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear, and he shudders, his eyes fluttering shut as if he can’t bear to look at you while he’s like this—laid bare, completely exposed. There’s a rawness in the way he grips your thighs, his fingers trembling just slightly as he gives himself over to the moment, letting you take him to the edge.

Every sound he makes—every low, breathy moan, every ragged gasp—feels like a victory, each one more desperate than the last as he lets go of the control he’s always held so tightly. His muscles are tense beneath you, his breath hot and uneven as he watches you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself in check.

Your words are soft, soothing, and you can see the way they hit him, the way his breath catches as he looks up at you, his gaze suddenly raw and open in a way you’ve never seen before. His hands slide up to your back, holding you close, and you can feel the way he trembles—just a little, just enough to let you know that you’ve cracked that icy exterior.

His moans grow just a tad bit louder, his control slipping further with each roll of your hips, his breaths coming faster, rougher. You feel his hips move up into you to try and meet your hips, his eyes squeezing shut, his grip on you tightening as he lets you take him apart piece by piece until he’s gasping your name, lost in a pleasure he can’t control.

When he finally shudders and falls apart beneath you, his seed painting your insides white, there’s no pretense left—just raw, unguarded emotion, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his body spent.

You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath yours. He looks up at you, and for a second, you see the barest hint of a smile before he pulls you down into a fierce, hungry kiss, as if to reclaim some of the power he’d let slip away.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo should’ve known better. Maybe he wouldn’t have said yes if he’d realized things would end up here, or perhaps if he’d actually taken you seriously, the consequences wouldn’t have been so... brutal.

It started with a simple request—you wanted to switch things up in the bedroom. He laughed, entertained the thought, but never let you follow through, always brushing it off with a smirk and a smug, “Next time.” So, this time, you decided to make sure he’d regret that.

You pushed him down onto the bed, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, and before he knew it, he heard it—the click of handcuffs locking his wrists above his head. His eyes widened as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“Alright then,” he chuckled, half-disbelieving. A playful, cocky grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see what you got, boss.”

You straddled his hips with an intensity that made that cockiness of his falter. For just a second, you caught that slight drop in his expression. “Stay,” you ordered, voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

He chuckled again, but there was a faint trace of uncertainty there now, a sliver of something almost like nerves.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” he mocked, but it sounded hollow, his confidence starting to crack.

You leaned close, your breath warm against his ear. “I mean it, Goo. You move, and this stops. Understand?”

You felt his body tense beneath you, the slightest catch in his breathing. He laughed, but it was softer, less certain. “O–Okay, whatever you say, sugar,” he muttered, voice slipping as he started to take you just a little more seriously.

You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate grind against his cock, feeling it harden beneath you as his breath hitched, his fingers twitching above his head, clearly aching to grab you but unable to.

“You’re gonna listen, right?” you teased, voice low, testing just how far you could push him.

“Yes,” he replied, but it wasn’t steady, the usual cocky edge blunted, replaced with a hint of submission.

“Good,” you murmured. You could feel the tension in his arms as he strained against the cuffs, testing his restraints but holding back, for now.

He could feel his cock twitching to be inside of you, but he could do nothing but watch as you grinded on his length. That smirk of his was slipping fast, the usual swagger replaced with something far more vulnerable.

“Still think this is funny?” you asked, pressing your hands down on his chest, pinning him harder. His eyes widened, and you watched as a bead of sweat formed on his brow, his cock pressing harder against you as he looked up, flushed, defiant, but beginning to crack.

Oh, who was he kidding? You looked so fucking hot like this. His dick was only getting harder by the second.

“N–No,” he admitted, voice breathy. He licked his lips, gaze locked on yours, his arrogance unraveling with each passing second.

You leaned in, slowly grinding on him. Each touch, each kiss was a slow burn, drawing out every last bit of his restraint. He started off with cocky retorts, but the longer you teased, denying him even the slightest touch, the more his smug façade crumbled.

His breath came in sharp gasps, smirks turning into bitten-back moans when you finally sank down onto his cock—agonizingly slow at that—and when he tried to lift his head to capture your lips, you pulled back, keeping him right on the edge.

Goo couldn’t handle this. Just when he thought you’d finally give him some release, you went completely still on top of him. No, no, he’d hold out—you’d move sooner or later, right?

But you didn’t. And now he was starting to feel cornered, his body aching for you to move. The way your cunt would give his dick a squeeze every now and then, the stillness so torturous he thought he might lose it.

“Please,” he murmured, voice stripped of all bravado, replaced with genuine need. His hips bucked against yours, wrists pulling desperately at the cuffs, eyes wide and pleading.

“What was that?” you asked, pretending not to hear, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, a teasing glint in your eyes.

“P-Please,” he repeated, louder this time, voice breaking, his face flushed as he looked up, wild-eyed and almost desperate. “Fuck, I—need you—”

You smirked, leaning down until your lips brushed against his, voice dipping into a low, teasing whisper. “Oh, now you’re begging? I thought you were the one in control.”

He let out a broken groan, head falling back as he tugged at the cuffs, his usual arrogance shattered. “Please,” he said again, voice raw, the word slipping out like a whimper, leaving him exposed to you.

You couldn’t help but grin, a thrill running through you as you saw him so undone, so needy—all because of you.

“Well,” you murmured, finally granting him a slow movement of your hips. The friction drawing a deep, shuddering moan from him. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want...as long as you keep being a good boy for me. Can you do that for me?” you purr at a tone that's so sweet yet razzing.

“Yes, yes-” he gasped, trembling beneath you, wide, desperate eyes locked onto yours, no trace of his usual swagger left. “I’ll be good. I promise. Just—please, just fuckin’ move.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow at him with a small pout. He immediately shakes his head, “N–No, sugar, ‘m sorry–I just-”

Oh this was just too amusing.

ᯓ★—DG

Diego Kang, the level headed man. The one man circle, the legend of the first generation…the titles he’s earned could go on and on. Always exuding that calm confidence, that unshakable aura. But tonight, that was exactly what you aimed to break.

After all, he was still a man, wasn't he?

Your little movie date night with him is long forgotten by you as you shift closer, slipping your hand under the blanket, trailing your fingers over his thigh. You catch the briefest flicker of his eyes down to you, a faint question there, but he says nothing. Unfazed, as always.

Yet you don’t stop. Your hand slides further, pressing just a little harder, and when your fingers graze his cock through his sweats, you feel him tense ever so slightly. He doesn’t say a word, but there’s a slight exhale, barely audible, as he shifts in his seat.

You pull it out, touch feather-light as you ran your hand over the length of his cock, only teasing at first. He didn’t flinch, only looked down at you with that calm, unreadable gaze of his, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing.

“You’re not going to get to me,” he murmured, that calm, even tone never wavering.

You smirked, looking up at him. “Is that so?”

Leaning forward, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, giving it a slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. He let out a measured breath, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep his expression neutral.

“Mmhm,” he replied, but there was the faintest tremor in his voice, just barely enough to let you know you were getting to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Slowly, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling his body tense under your touch. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes locked on the screen, refusing to let you see him slip.

“Nothing to say, hm?” you teased, keeping your strokes excruciatingly slow, keeping him right on the edge, but never giving him enough to tip over. The way your hand feels around his dick has him wanting more. More than this.

He could just imagine your pretty little lips wrapped around his thick cock or maybe even better—him sinking every single inch of him into you. He bites his lip, hands flexing at his sides.

It makes him swallow hard, adam’s apple bobbing as he forces himself to stay in control. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he replied, his voice tight but still steady.

Your fingers moved faster, stroking him with a little more pressure, watching his resolve waver, bit by bit. His breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering just slightly as he fought to keep his composure.

“Oh? So you don’t mind if I just… keep you here like this?” you murmured, voice laced with a teasing sweetness as you slowed your strokes, edging him right up to that breaking point before pulling back again.

His lips parted, and for a split second, you saw it—the faintest flicker of frustration in his eyes, a crack in that calm exterior. He let out a shaky breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek, clearly still fighting to stay composed.

“That’s... fine,” he managed, but his voice was strained, his hands clenching into fists at his sides now.

With a smirk, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his neck, littering the space with slow kisses. “I don’t think you can handle it,” you whispered against his skin. “In fact, I think you’re going to beg.”

His body tensed, and his breathing quickened, but he still wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of breaking. “I won’t,” he replied, though his voice had grown softer, barely above a whisper.

You laughed softly, moving your hand with a firmer stroke, watching as his cool demeanor slowly melted away, replaced by the raw need he could no longer hide.

“Let’s see,” you challenged, stroking him just a little faster. His gaze shifts down to his dick, looking furious at the constant denial of release. He could feel the tension build in his body as he struggled to hold onto what was left of his control.

Finally, a low, ragged moan escaped him, and he gave in. Those eyes hazy with desire as he whispered, barely audible, “Please…”

“Didn't hear you,” you teased, slowing your movements to a crawl, dragging out each stroke until he let out another shuddering breath.

“Please,” he repeated, his voice softer, almost pleading. His eyes met yours, the last of his composure slipping away as he gave in

You leaned back, smiling victoriously as he looked at you, expression shattered and vulnerable. It was everything you wanted, and you hadn’t even pushed him all the way over the edge yet.

“See?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over his cock again, driving him right back to the brink. “I told you you’d beg.”

[laceymorganwrites]

First time calling you mommy - Lookism guys

A/N: why is it always delinquent guys that get me back into writing?

Vasco:

big dumb baby

never used to care about his dumbness and others calling him that because Jace takes care of most things for him

he always has others looking out for him and tells them regularly how grateful he is for that

once the two of you start dating Jace literally has a meeting session with you and gets you an actual fucking manual on Vasco

he doesn´t mean any harm, it´s just the way he does things

and it´s important to him to get to know you so he can know Vasco is in safe hands

approves of you immediately once he sees how much you baby his best friend and how much he enjoys it

teases Vasco about how clingy he is to you and that you´re more like his mommy than his girlfriend

´Is that bad?´

he loves it so much when you call him your big baby, is so soft for you

experiences subspace with you for the first time, he never felt that safe before, so taken care of

calls you mommy in public too, the Burn Knuckles and the others are already used to it but it´s still a bit awkward in convenience stores when he asks you to buy him snacks

Eli:

the only actual sweet and wholesome one out of those oops-

you haven´t known each other for that long yet, just from school

you´re the only from your classmates who actually knows anything about him

he doesn´t know why he trusts you so much but you´re the only person who doesn´t make him feel like a complete failure

he can just ... be with you, without thinking about anything dark or sad

that´s why it´s so easy for him to introduce you to his family

Yenna loves you immediately and instantly attaches to you

Eli is so relieved that she loves you so much, it takes so much off his shoulder having you around taking care of her, someone he trusts, so he can go to work without having to worry too much

Sally and you grow really close, she always teases that you´re better suited for the role of mom than her since you care so much for everyone

but you always say that there can be two moms and that she´s doing a much better job than you ever could

she´s also the first one you tell about your feelings for Eli, you kept them hidden for a long time because you didn´t want to pressure him

you didn´t even want to get into a relationship with him, not wanting him to be tied down in any way

after everything that happened with Heather you didn´t want to remind him of any of that, you were happy co-parenting as his close friend

Warren is the one to get Eli to admit his own feelings for you, he already was vulnerable around you before, he trusts you immensely after all

but now that he knows why it all makes so much sense, but at the same time he´s so scared

comes to you immediately after the talk and just confesses right then, sharing all his fears with you

it´s only when he´s in your arms that he finally admits it out loud

´Can you be my mommy too?´

Jake:

so fucking clueless

gives you such an awkward and unnecessarily long stare you think he´s actively judging every decision he made leading up to dating you

it was already so awkward and hard to get together with him because baby boy literally doesn´t know what he´s doing

the other boys had to set you two up on a date because he didn´t know how to ask you out

you gave him your number right when you met but he never called or texted because he didn´t know what to say so in the end the others just had to drag him out to meet you

granted he´s much better after that first date and getting over his initial nerves

still asks the boys about advice a lot, especially Sinu

and that´s how this whole mess started in the first place

him and Sinu live next door

one night he invited you over for dinner and to watch a movie and the two of you overheard Sinu and his girlfriend in bed

it´s hard to tell which one of you is more embarrassed (it´s Jake)

he won´t even meet your eyes after he hears Sinu moan ´mommy´

you two promise to never talk about this ever again, it´s the best kept secret, Sinu never finds out

still, Jake is curious about that kink now, he never really thought much about those power dynamics, he didn´t mind them but didn´t seek them out either

that´s when he notices that you take care of him a lot too and just how much he appreciates that

especially after a long day, you´re always there, to hear him out, to just be quiet with him, cuddle him, going out of your way to cook for him

´thanks, mommy´

it just slipped out, you will never forget how mortified he looked after he said those words

definitely needs baby steps to accept that side of him (and come to terms with having the same kink as Sinu)

Samuel:

´ooh you wanna call me mommy so bad´

´shut the fuck up´

okay so you´re either just fuckbuddies or enemies to lovers

since the second option is more fun I´ll go into a bit more detail here

you hated each other since you first met, you´re an older member of the Workers and responsible for showing him around at first

he´s a brat and not the fun kind, he´s unbearably annoying

he hates you because you´re not his type and he hates taking orders

you´re always at each other´s throats despite actively avoiding each other

it goes so far that Samuel asks Goo of all people for help

he tells him to just fuck it out in the most deadpan tone Samuel´s ever heard from him

one thing leads to the other and after you´re done he´s so mad about how good it was because to him you´re so ugly

´like you´re one to talk, sharpie boy´

you only keep sleeping with him because he has a big dick

not that he knows how to use it

you´re even more strict and harsh in bed which pisses him off, it pisses him off even more that it feels that much better when you do it in the way you want it

he refuses to submit to you no matter how much he likes it, just because his pride won´t let him

´come on, it´s not like we´re dating´

he´s so fed up with you telling him to call you mommy that he just gives in

he mumbles it to an extent he hopes you don´t hear it

but you don´t let him cum until he says it properly

´fucking fine! mommy....you happy now?´

he´ll never forget the smirk you gave him after that, the way you called him a good boy

he doesn´t know if he just has a praise kink or actually wants to date you

Johan:

you´re the one to bring it up first

so fucking irritated by it too at first

it was hard enough for him to admit his feelings and get into a relationship with you, let alone have sex with you

he´s discovering a lot of new things about himself with you which he´s grateful for but also it still scares him sometimes, how overwhelming it all feels

especially with his eyes he feels so weak and there´s nothing he hates more

you used to fight a lot whenever you wanted to take care of him

it took him a long time to understand that you don´t do it out of pity or because you think he´s useless, but it´s because you love him and that´s just the way you show it

he´s gotten into being blindfolded lately, at first he was against it because he still has a hard time letting go of control

but it´s easier on his eyes, the blurry vision gives him a headache most of the time

´shh, it´s okay, I´ve got you´

´it´s okay...I´m okay now, you know I trust you´

kissing you feels so much more intense whenever you blindfold him, this man is addicted to your lips anyway

always kisses you to the point he´s completely out of breath

you´re the only one to ever see him smile

´mommy, come back´

he whines as he still feels your breath on his face, he always teases you like that when he´s needy, missing your lips even one second after they left his

´I´m right here, baby´

Sinu:

sweet baby boy

he is such a poster boy, like the best example of mdlb

it was love at first sight

you were new on the street, opening a new shop for sweets and snacks

needless to say it becomes his favorite within seconds

has the sweetest smile around you

he´s so easy to fall in love with

he´s a gentleman but also never afraid to lean more into your touch and keep looking up at you whatever chance he gets

he´s submissive in the small ways, melts whenever you praise him

especially when you tell him you´re proud of him

you boost his confidence so much every time you tell him he´s attractive

he actually loves being called cute and being able to make you laugh

he´s still so happy to be dating you, he never thought he´d actually stand a chance with you

just kept annoying Jake and the girls about how to ask you out and afterwards how amazing you were

literally updates them on everything after you two were official, first time holding hands, saying I love you

you said it first and he cried on the spot from happiness

´I love you too, mommy, so, so much´

Warren:

he is so SHY with it

doesn´t know how to bring up the topic at all

he´s home alone thinking about how to tell you he loves you, you´ve been dating for so long now but you never actually said you were boyfriend and girlfriend yet

Eli always told him to get to know someone first, to date properly before making any serious decisions like that

he´s in the kitchen when he hears something

he forgot Hudson is home, or rather Hudson forgot Warren´s home since that guy is just listening to porn on full volume

in this moment Warren is just glad that nobody else is home (and he also pretends he never heard anything not to embarrass Hudson)

he´s cooking dinner for everyone but keeps getting distracted by the sounds, it intrigues him

he always lets you take the lead in bed simply because he enjoys it the most, seeing you in charge, how good it makes you feel to make him feel good

and he´s so proud whenever you show him that expression only reserved for him

he´s more of a service dom with sub vibes in every day life

when you come home that night he asks you to be his girlfriend and when you agree he just decides to ask you the other thing directly too

´can I call you mommy too?´

Kenta:

it happened on accident

he´s always been very quiet about his own needs because he feels like he doesn´t deserve to be taken care of the way he always wanted to

you´re also a part of Workers, but used to work at Vivi´s club before switching over to his division

you´re pretty much the mom of the whole team and get along with everyone

he doesn´t mind you seeing him without his mask on, he does respect you and your reputation in the organisation but he doesn´t allow himself any more than that

he´s completely inexperienced after all so he doesn´t know what to do with the feelings he has once they appear

he doesn´t understand why you find him so attractive, but he also doesn´t complain when you keep telling him how handsome he is

you´re the only person who´s allowed to touch him

doesn´t like how easily he blushes with you and how his skin seems to be on fire everywhere you touch

he loves it the most when you hold his face in his hands like it´s the most precious thing in the world

he doesn´t understand at all

only reluctantly agrees to be your boyfriend and tells you immediately to not expect anything from him

he doesn´t think that you´re actually serious about him

kind of panics when he realizes you actually like him

keeps asking you why

´do I need a reason? I just like you, that´s not gonna change, you know?´

he´s extremely insecure about his abilities overall but he´s just clueless when it comes to romance so he actually doesn´t know what to do at all

he´s relieved when you take the lead, feels safe in your presence, like he actually matters and means something

you help him gain confidence and find his own self worth

he´s such a good kisser

one night he comes home exhausted from a job and just falls into bed, immediately asleep

you take the time to get some work around the house done

when you come back to the bedroom and sit down at the edge of the bed you can´t help but smile

Kenta´s having a wet dream about you, he looks so cute and small like that

´mommy...feels good...´

Gun:

oh boy, he made the biggest mistake of all

he´s more on the sadistic dom side himself

he doesn´t mind having others take the lead in bed but it mostly ends up boring him

he has trouble feeling overall, he has to learn how to feel in a healthy way again

you´re...not the right person for that

in fact you´re much much more worse than him

you don´t give a shit about anything, you don´t do relationships, you only fuck with guys who shut up when you tell them to

Gun and you are friends, you´re very similar so you get along immediately

especially because it´s so very clear to both of you that you´ll never be compatible so you don´t even have to bother trying

it´s easier that way, working together, hanging out, no responsibilities or fear of getting hurt or hurting the other person

it should´ve remained like that

´you´d be the perfect mommy, you know?´

´fuck off, I don´t do that shit´

you´re not nice like a mommy´s supposed to be, you´re more of a mistress or goddess type but since you don´t care for the sexual partners you have there´s no power dynamic, there´s just you fulfilling your needs and wants

´that´s a shame, you´d be good at it, you´re a natural, trust me´

´and why would I do that?´

´cause I wanna see it for myself´

´fine. but we do it my way, asshole´

your arrangement is...strange to say the least

it´s not a relationship, it´s not even fuckbuddies either

Gun and you don´t even sleep together that much

you just clash too much

and Gun already is spoiled in every way of his life

still, he´s intrigued by the concept, it´s so...dull to him but somehow that just makes him all the more curious, the domestic part of it

it´s new to you both, even cuddling is weird, he´s touchstarved and becomes extremely clingy towards you, you hate showing affection in any way, you both hate being touched

but somehow...it´s not that bad

you become hyperaware of him and his needs, it´s hard to be soft, that´s just not how you are

but it gets easier over time, Gun doesn´t even realize it but he stops teasing you eventually, he didn´t think he´d enjoy it this much, not being in control

Goo:

this bitchass wouldn´t hesitate to call you mommy the second he lays eyes on you

he knows what he likes and he isn´t afraid to show and express it

doesn´t understand why he should be ashamed of it either, he´s always been open with his interests and kinks (much to Gun´s dismay)

he always wanted someone to take care of him, not just because he´s a lazy and spoilt bastard but mostly because he´s a hopeless romantic (but refuses to admit it)

when Goo had his first date ever he over prepared with a bunch of flowers and chocolate and even had a bluetooth box with some cheesy songs playing and Gun laughed at him so much he never recovered from it

Gun still teases him about it so much so that Goo has to actively hide his romantic side so he can spare himself the humiliation

in private he just goes all out because of that

people think he´s just a joke but what they don´t get is that he´s brutally honest all the time

you´re the only one who got him from the start which is why he knows you´re the one instantly and full on fucking courts you, taking it slow, a good pre-dating phase, the most beautifully planned dates ever

´please be my mommy, I´m begging you´

´sure, why not´

´wait, that worked?´

he´s exactly your type, he doesn´t fuck around, both of you know what you want

he´s funny but honest to a fault

he doesn´t play games or anything of the sort, he´s just hopelessly in love with you

does so many things to impress you

shows you his sword collection and talks about it for two hours straight

tells you he loves you right after he notices you actually listened and were interested

´mommy´s proud of you, baby´

[amphitriteswife]

Lookism boys with a freaky S/O

‘You have such a big dick.’

James stopped writing for a moment. He seemed to pause. You weren’t sure if it were your words or not…but he soon continued writing. Not seeming to comment on your…rather…vulgar language. He did raise his eyebrows. Caught of guard by your sudden interest…but he’ll ignore it for now.

‘It’s so long.’

James sighed. His shoulder tensing for a bit before he put the pen down. He probably isn’t going to be able to focus on work today. Not with you in his office and you…disclaiming..your. Adoration for his anatomy. So he might as wel indulge.

‘I know it’s long. And big.’

You nodded. Gently wrapping your arms around him from behind. Your cheek pressed against his. James didn’t look at you. He just stared at the paper in front of him. There goes another day…but oh well. He’ll order someone else to do it for him. That’s the perks of being a CEO. Your eyes drifted to the paper. Then back at him..you pressed your lips to his ear…making him turn his head a little. He gave you a stern look. James has his rules about not getting freaky in the office. He’s a man who loves professionalism after all. But you know that. And you don’t care. That’s why you’re whispering.

‘Show me that cock…’

You were laying in Gun’s lap. And he was laying on the bed. One of his arms holding up the phone and his other placed in your hair. Your phone had died. So you were playing with the strings attached to his brown sweatpants. It was. Comfortable to lay on him. You gently tugged on the string. Feeling the waistband tighten underneath your head. And then your eyes landed on his bulge. His. Huge bulge. You blinked.

‘Your shin’s so massive.’

Gun gave you a grunt after a few moments. Indicating that he heard your voice. You looked up. Still seeing him glued to his phone. He’s probably watching youtube shorts or something.

‘Gunny.’

‘Hmmhh.’

You let go of the string you were fumbling with and gently pressed glided your fingers along his bulge. Gun didn’t seem to have a reaction at first. Still kist watching something stupid on his phone. But then it clattered right onto his face when he felt you cup his balls. Gun propped his head up. Giving you a rather confused glare.

‘What are you doing?…’

‘They’re so heavy.’

Gun stared at you. He’s. Confused. Startled. But more confused as to why you like…that particular part? Everyone usually likes the dick. Not…balls.

‘Yeah..’

‘Cause they’re full of your cum.’

Gun stared harder, putting himself into a sitting Position and gently swatting your hand away. He looked at you. Really looked at you. To see if you weren’t on any crack or weed…or perhaps drunk..or possessed.

‘Can i lick them?’

Gun looked down at his balls. Then back at you. How did you even come up with this? He’s not disturbed just…curious how your mind works like that. Watching you wiggle his tongue at him in a freaky manner…

‘Okay…’

Goo was brushing his teeth. Nothing too serious. Nothing too crazy. Just cozy. You taking a shower. Him brushing his teeth. It’s one of the moments you finally can spent together without anything or anyone interrupting the two of you. It felt almost domestic. When you got out of the shower. Your eyes landed on Goo’s back. Smooth. Muscular and a little wet. And then your eyes dropped even lower. To his ass.

‘You have a fat ass.’

Goo stopped brushing. Spitting out the toothpaste that was in his mouth a few seconds ago. He looked at you from the bathroom mirror, his eyes dropping to your tits before he looked back say you and burst out laughing at the absurdity and randomness of your statement.

‘I mean it.’

Goo couldn’t stop laughing. Grabbing the sink counter for support during his laugh session. Hus glasses sliding down his nose before he finally took some long gasps of hair.

‘You’re something else i swear.’

Your hand gently made contact with his ass. A soft clapping sound echoing in the bathroom. Goo on the other hand gently placed his hand on you chest. Mirroring the challenging look you gave him. Both of you didn’t say anything for a while before Goo pulled you by the arm that had its hand on his ass. Lifting you onto the sink

‘You can’t blame me for what happens next’