featuring: Gun Park, Gitae Kim, James Lee/Diego Kang, Jichang Kwak, Seongji Yuk, Kingmaker J
TW: sex work, rough sex, gagging and bondage, overstimulation, roleplay, use of sex toys, oral sex (male and female), voyeurism, group sex, dubcon, Reader gets called dirty names
You thought about rereading your contract to check if your company has a filtering process. Why? Because every single man you serviced was attractive. No, that's not enough to describe them.
They were panty-dropping, jaw-hits-the-floor, drop-dead gorgeous. If one were to see them walking on the street, one would think that these creatures are proof of a higher power.
There was this one handsome man with heartbreak in his snake-like eyes. Apparently, you reminded him of his ex-wife, and he asked you to call him "honey" while he made love to you. He never kissed you though. You hope he and his wife make up soon.
Another time, you met with a big-chested fellow with glasses and ink everywhere but on his face. He used to be a regular, but one night, he moaned "mommy" while you massaged his scalp—that was the last time you saw him.
Once, you were "invited" to a birthday party. You thought there was a mix-up and tried to explain that you weren't a stripper (you didn't like dancing), but the guests explained that you were the birthday boy's present. The birthday boy was a tall thing with polydactyly. Contrary to his intimidating appearance, he was shy and awkward. A virgin. He was so cute that you couldn't help but pamper him before you took his first time, even teaching him how to use those extra fingers.
You must admit, you prefer flings over repeat customers.
One of your regulars is a mob boss with an X-shaped scar across his face. Newbies aren't allowed to service him.
The reason is simple: Jonggun Park likes rough sex.
He also doesn't hold back.
Countless women have left his room covered in bruises, welts and scars. Some even received wounds on their faces. You're one of the rare few who volunteered to be with him. Unlike the other girls, you don't have friends or family to fuss over your injuries, and you weren't popular, so it's only logical to keep him entertained so the more in-demand workers can focus on other clients.
Your first time with Gun Park was an experience. You used to think that you weren't into rough sex, but maybe your previous partners weren't rough enough.
Gun gave you a safe word, but you never felt like using it.
You love having his tattooed arm hooked around your neck as he pounds you from behind. You can't get enough of his deep, rumbly voice calling you his cheap whore. You can't help but smile when he sneers down at you.
The morning after is always painful, but you find the ache delicious.
But Gun has changed. When he calls for you, he doesn't throw you to the couch or bed the moment you arrive. He invites you to eat with him and asks if the bruises he gave you last time still hurt.
You weren't one to say no to a free meal but it was disarming to have Gun Park treat you like a person. Even more disappointing is how he has been fucking you less and less. During your last visit, he ate you out until you came, and then he fell asleep without entering you.
Is he getting bored? You hope not.
You find Gun's violence titillating.
On the other hand, there is this other client, a giant named Gitae Kim. He was your introduction to orgies. Well, more like a harem. The man loves women so much he sleeps with them in groups. You were nervous at first, but the other girls—your "seniors" so to speak—were very nice. They even told you that a group arrangement with one man and multiple women is relatively easier and leagues safer than anything else.
But for some godforsaken reason, Gitae Kim singled you out. The man who was obsessed with harems began asking for you and you alone. Your co-workers were terrified on your behalf and begged the madam not to send you to him, but everyone knew that they can't say no to a mobster, let alone the boss of an entire syndicate.
But surprisingly enough, despite his history of group sex, Gitae Kim was… kinda vanilla. He liked to watch you suck him off and bounce on his dick, but that was it. However, as the other girls pointed out, you were the only one who could keep up with his stamina. Perhaps that's why he preferred having multiple partners.
You really do wish he would get bored of you already, because you've long gotten bored of him. More importantly, the oversized thug has begun sending you flowers. In your line of work, that kind of attention is dangerous. Instead of flattery, the bouquets of blood-red roses only served to freak you out.
Speaking of freak, your least favorite client was also your first one. A beautiful man known only to you as "DG." He has a face that could put movie stars to shame, and a body that would have Michelangelo's David shaking.
DG started gently. You thought for sure that he was going to be one of your more "normal" clients. It turned out to be the opposite.
Like Lucifer, he was deceptively sweet.
He's the biggest pervert you've been with.
One of his favorite activities is using you as white noise to help him focus—he would type on his computer as your muffled screams and sloppy sounds filled the air. Usually, he just plugged you with toys, your arms and legs tied together while you suffered through delirious agony. Sometimes, J would take over.
You prefer J over the toys.
He always shows up wearing a policeman's uniform (probably one of DG's sick fetishes, you told yourself). In contrast to DG who never stops smiling, J's face remains impassive. However, J is kinder.
You like how warm he is, how he asks "Are you okay?" as he fills you.
But you barely see him, especially now that DG has decided to start fucking you with his own cock.
So yeah, you meet lots of interesting, unfairly attractive men at your job. None of them are husband material though.
Hello! If it's not too much trouble can I request for Kingmaker J x medic/nurse!reader who patched up his wound after his fight with Tom lee? And they kinda make out a bit bc the reader thought he looked hotter in that state but try to hide it 😳 its ok if you can't do it. Much love on your works! Keep writing them 🫶
Stitches
Kingmaker J x Medic!Reader
"Look, it's fine," J murmured, as he watched your hands shake slightly while you prepped the sterile gauze.
"Don't worry too much about it. I've had worse."
CLANG.
You slammed the kidney tray down onto the metal cart with a loud, echoing sound.
"Are you for real right now?!" you burst out, your voice laced with a mix of absolute panic and fury as you stepped directly in front of him, forcing him to look at you.
"You lost your ear, you dumbass! Keep your mouth shut and stay still before I sew your jaw shut alongside it!"
J didn't get angry at the outburst.
"Louder, please. The men outside might not have heard you calling me a dumbass."
"I don't care," you muttered, your fingers finally steadying as you leaned in close.
You began the agonizing process of cleaning the jagged edge where Tom Lee's monstrous grip had torn into his flesh.
"Jesus, J... what the hell happened? You look like you went through a meat grinder or something."
J let out a dry, quiet chuckle, his eyes tracking the intense concentration on your face.
"Tom Lee lives up to the title. The beggar king doesn't hold back. But I needed to do my task, and I did."
You gently pressed a numbing swab to the wound, your voice softening despite yourself as you muttered, "Was your task letting him take a chunk out of your head, Captain Korea?"
"You're insane. All of you Gen 1 idiots are completely out of your minds."
J said nothing but his gaze dropped to your lips for a split second before he looked away, tilting his head slightly to give you better access to the side of his neck.
"I had nothing to worry about since I knew I had a brilliant medic waiting to patch me up."
"Shut up and stop talking, the movement is messing up my stitches."
J turned his face completely to the side, and oh boy, it was one breathtaking sight.
Oh, damn.
The view of his sharp jawline, the stubborn way his hair still fell perfectly into place despite everything—it was totally unfair.
He was covered in blood, bruised, and literally wrapped in medical dressing, and he was, without a single doubt, the most devastatingly hot thing you had ever seen.
Before the logical side of your brain could step in, your intrusive thoughts took the wheel.
Smooch.
You pressed a soft peck directly over the clean white wrapping around his head.
The room went dead silent.
Oops.
J went totally rigid against the examination table. He slowly turned his head back around, his eyes locking onto yours as he slowly raised a brow.
The shock on his face lasted for a fraction of a second before that familiar, heart-stopping smirk cut across his face.
"Is this a new medical protocol I didn't know about?"
"It—it was an antiseptic check!" you stammered frantically, your entire face turning red as you tried to step backward, grabbing a roll of tape to hide your shaking hands.
"Your skin looked dry. I was just... checking the temperature!"
J grabbed you by the wrists to stop you from retreating. He tugged you back into the space between his thighs, his grip warm.
"Let's do a proper assessment then, hmm?"
His large hands clamped onto your hips, lifting you effortlessly up to sit on the edge of the rolling medical cart, scattering packs of sterile gauze and metal tools to the floor with a loud, chaotic clatter.
You let out a breathless gasp into his mouth, your arms instantly wrapping tightly around his neck, your fingers tangling into his neat hair (now messed hehe), completely reckless of the fresh bandages.
J let out a low growl against your lips, his head tilting to deepen the kiss, his thumb digging hard into your waist.
How the hell did we get to this? You thought, your brain short-circuiting as you felt his tongue sliding against yours.
He was supposed to be resting after a near-fatal encounter with the Beggar King, wasn't he? And instead, here he was pinned against his own medic, losing his mind over the taste of your mouth.
And it all started because your intrusive thoughts told you he looked ridiculously hot covered in blood and bandages.
But you’d never admit that out loud. Right? (•̀⤙•́)
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a/n : you don't know how happy i am to see you in my inbox!!!! i love your ocs sooo muchhhhhh <3333 please forgive me if this wasn't what you were expecting... i have never written J before.. (∩˃o˂∩)♡
heyyy , can you please write smut on j (the policeman) like x reader. Thankyou and love you 🎀🎀
NOTE: SMUT. MINORS DNI. BLOWJOB 🍆
J is a man of service, and that service extends to you as well ... fully and wholeheartedly.
But sometimes, even he deserves a good time, right? Not when he’s being dragged around by every inconvenience the city faces. Every time he’s called upon for duty…
So today, it’s your duty to let him relax and let yourself take the reins.
And who is J to complain when you look so pretty down there?
The room is sufficiently cool, yet somehow J still feels unbearably hot. His cock rests deep inside your mouth as you bob your head up and down along his length. Your eyes shimmer slightly… though nothing compares to the look on J’s face. His lips part soundlessly as his precum spills into your mouth, dribbling down your chin while you take him as deep as possible, his cock lodged in your throat while your tongue swirls around him.
His shirt is still on, though he’s unbuttoned all but the last two buttons to let some air in. You were making him feel too good, his breaths shaky as you kept sucking his cock. One of his hands remained tangled in your hair, a fistful clenched tightly whenever you tried to act mean and bite down on him. You nearly gagged once when he yanked your hair back, but the biting only worsened after that, his stomach churning at the mix of pain and pleasure flooding through his lower half.
Slowly, you pull your mouth off him to catch your breath. J almost yanks your face right back against his crotch. Instead, you slap his balls lightly for making you work overtime. If he wanted this to last longer, he needed to give you a break.
“How desperate,” you tease, wiping the precum from your lips before smearing it across his chest with your fingertip.
God, his chest looked sexy with the way he was panting. He really was a mess right now.
“I have work tomorrow,” he grunts.
The sensation of your mouth leaving his cock makes him feel unbearably pathetic.
“So be patient…” you murmur, your hand slowly stroking his balls.
His hips nearly buckle at the contact. He was so damn close to cumming, and here you were playing with him like he was some toy. He had married you with the intention of having a stable domestic life, for appearance’s sake, of course. But appearances were deceptive, because in reality, you were a menace in bed. Just a few weeks ago you had been riding him while he was on cloud nine, and now you were sucking his cock so well he could barely think straight.
“Here I go,” you whisper.
First, you kiss the leaking tip of his cock before giving a few slow pumps to his shaft, readying him. You can feel him throbbing against your fingers as J throws his head back in anticipation. And the moment you finally take him back into your mouth, a loud moan escapes his lips. His head falls back against the wall while his heels dig into the soft cashmere carpet beneath him.
You move up and down his length, your tongue swirling in every direction as you take him deeper into your throat. Heat and tension build rapidly until it all snaps at once. J groans as his cum spills into your mouth, his body trembling while you continue sucking him through it.
He braces himself against the wall, breathing rapidly as your mouth stays hot and warm around him. Your tongue laps up every drop he has to give, and he lets out a helpless whimper, his breathing turning even more uneven as you continue moving along his length.
Eventually, it’s J who pulls himself away from your mouth as overstimulation crashes over him. He can’t take it anymore. Cum still spills from the tip as you finally release him, looking up at him from where you kneel between his legs.
He hisses at the loss of contact while you only chuckle mockingly, wiping your face.
“Had a good time?” you ask, your filthy nightgown barely clinging to your body, his cum spread across your lips and dripping down your chin.
J definitely had a good time. He’s still panting from the experience, but another thought crosses his mind....
You should have a good time too.
So the moment his breathing steadies and your hand drifts back to fondle his balls again, he suddenly hoists you over his shoulder without warning and spanks your ass.
You let out a loud yelp of protest, though really, wasn’t it about time you took his cock somewhere other than your mouth?
“You’ve been far too focused on unraveling me,” J says.
He tosses you onto the bed, your chest sinking into the soft mattress while your ass remains raised in the air.
Oh! So this was his idea.
Excitement rushes through you at the thought of the night continuing even longer.
J climbs onto the bed behind you, pushing your hips higher with firm hands around your waist as he takes in the sight of your ass and the damp patch spreading across your panties.
J was going to make sure you had a good time too. And your ass looked more than ready to take him.
