#kingmaker j x reader

[gapryongkimsnoona]

mafia x call girl!reader

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.

[tmswritesfanfics]

Streamer!Y/N

aka sweetheart civilian yn x criminal feared by everyone in the underworld

Based on this short Jason Todd fic

[olympianknightwing]

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? (•̀⤙•́)

. . . . . . . . . . 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˂∩)♡

[dood-itsradical]

Mmmgh J's eyebrows had me on cloud 9. Tw: spanking.

Art cred: @Gsyang_eo22 on X

"Yeobo~"

That tone. That tone that says you want something. That cute-ish tone.

"Mm." J replied. His voiced muffled against the pillow as his strong arms wrapped around it, showing refine shaped of his muscles while his body faced the mattress. His eyes closed, glasses long discarded. It rested neatly on the nightstand.

He's beyond exhausted. Period. Work and stuff. He's not one to stay in bed all day but he needed this.

And you're about to ruin his first rest since forever.

"Yeobo~" You called softly again.

His thick eyebrows furrowed against the pillow sheet, though he didn't reply this time. He regretted he did in the first time. He should have fake sleep to avoid being bothered. He basically opened the door for you.

But that's the point isn't it? The perks of being married. No such thing as boundaries or space. Because you both legally shared it. Until death do us apart or whatever the bullshit they said to make it romantic.

You call out again. With that same annoying tone, now leaning closer. Poking on his shoulder with your index finger.

He clicked his tongue in irritation.

You pout. Knowing he's annoyed. But do you stop? Of course not.

"Sick?" You feel his forehead — shielded by his disheveled hair — with the back of your hand. Although you sense no familiar heat.

"Fine by me." You shrugged.

J let out a heavy through his nose before turned to face the other side. Making it obvious to avoid you. And you took offend. Confused at first but then offended with a hint of guilt.

Did you do something wrong? Is he not in the mood for you? Clearly.

But you want attention too. You hardly see him these past weeks and he wouldn't even spare a glance at you. How rude!

Your mouth open to protest again. To demand but you stopped. Hesitate that you're technically just poking the bear. Instead you keep pouting and settle back on the bed. Scooping closer behind him to feel his warmth. You wrapped your arms around him while pressing your cheek against his bare muscled back.

You closed your eyes. The heat radiates from his body already sooth you from your previous uneasiness as you spoon him.

J would think you're done pestering him with your neediness. You did though. But after an hour later you continue being the same nuisance, which woke him up from his second round slumber.

"Yeobo." You massages his eyebrows, pinching them together to create that balanced pressure. He didn't sure you'd try wake him up or keep him asleep. But in this case he's already awake so what's the point? And his body lacks that tiredness where it allowed himself to go to Dreamland again. Which means he got his battery fully recharge.

Just great. Now he have to deal with his annoying, needy spouse.

Finally he turned his back to your side, making you stop your actions as you watch him. Sensing your stare, he slowly opens his eyes. He blinked few times to adjust his vision properly before speaking.

"What time." He simply asked. His voice gruff from sleep.

"Noon." You tilted your head.

He blinked. Noon and you didn't consider waking him. Oh what for? It's his day off so his body relaxed after a second.

"Tired?" You flicked his bottom lip playfully with your finger.

He sighed, "What does it looked like?"

"I'm just asking. Rude." You scoffed softly.

"Stating the obvious. You know what you're doing."

"Being my pretty self?" You bat your eyelashes.

"Pretty fucking annoying, that is."

You grin dropped into a scowled. "You hate me."

"Don't start." He warned under his breath, looking at you with unreadable expression.

"You started it."

"God." He cursed. "(Name), I just want a peace mind for once."

You blinked, "So all I've been to you is a nuisance."

His physical state is exhausted. Now so is his mental state because of you. He loves you but he'd lost verbal exchange with you all the time. Saying something only for you to come up with a conclusion of that came out of the damn box. It's giving him migraine. Even if those words were empty and meant nothing.

Though despite your flaws, you'd come crawling back to him anyway. And he would lets you every time.

Maybe not this time. Time for a change.

As your hand raised to touch his eyebrows again he gently blocked you from doing you. Earning a confused look on your face as you waiting for him to explain himself for avoiding your touch.

"You should shut the hell up some times."

Your eyes widened at his stern order. Yet his tone kept its calm. Your mouth opens to argue but words stuck in your throat. As if his words worked like a spell.

And all the sudden it's hot in here.

Seeing your lips pursed, shaped like a pout. Almost but not, J pulled your body closer against him with one arm effortlessly. His calloused hand gently grip on your clothed back to keep you in place before it relaxed, however his palm didn't move from its position.

"Nuisance. Annoying. So annoying I wanna spank the shit out of you." He spoke his thoughts out loud to you. You turned hot. Feeling the heat coming from your ears as you feel his hand on your back rubbing up and down.

"You looked like you'd like it too." His eyes glared softly in anticipation. Again making you opened your mouth to argue, only ended up letting out a surprise gasp from his smack on your bottom.

"...Hey- Ah!" You gasped again as he repeated his action without a second thought.

"What the-" Smack! "Ah!"

"You-" Smack! "Nhh!"

Every time you open that pretty mouth, his spanking just continue. Each smack landed harder then the last again your clothed butt.

"Fuck!"

Smack! "Mmhm." He encouraged. "Just can't shut up can you?" Smack!

"You just-"

Smack!

"can't-"

Smack!

"fucking"

Smack!

"help-"

Smack!

"yourself."

Your hands grip on his naked shoulder to get away from his reach but his grip behind you didn't waver and that little attack earned you another smack in the ass making you help his name.

He paused, hand mid air. "Make up your mind. I'm tired."

"It fucking stings!" You scolded.

"First time?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You whimpered, rubbing the spot with your palm to sooth the pain. "You hit too hard."

"That's the point. I'm not done." He bellowed. Using the same hand, he then pulled your shorts down and exposed your ass bare as you felt the cold breeze.

Smack!

"Ow! Stop!" You squirmed. "It's not funny!"

J stopped, breathing onto your face, soothing your red skin the same way you did just now. His thumb moved in circle as he did so while you pant heavily. Eyes half lidded as you winced through your teeth. Meanwhile, his free hand joined the other. Gripping on your other naked butt cheeks and knead them firmly.

You moaned from your throat as your forehead leaned onto his shoulder, letting caress you the way he pleases. The way his hips started grinding on yours speaks a lot as he pressed you closer against him to feel his hardened cock under his boxer.

His breath started to turn heavy too while he dry hump you without letting go of his hands off your ass.

"Fuck." His voice strained, feeling the pressure of your bare pussy flushed onto his clothed dick. Not only that, he also feel how wet you are too.

"Knew you'd like it." His tease made you groan on his neck. You had been quiet after awhile now. Maybe it's time he's finally letting you be vocal again.

Since it's what you wanted.

[dood-itsradical]

Reader's mentor is...?

"Tch." You tilted your head with a mocking pout. "Should I cry or should I laugh?" Looking over the state of your supposed lover. Saying supposed because...you and J have something going on. There's just no official labels. Yet.

"Does it hurt?"

He gruffly exhaled, "What does it looked like?" Trying not to wince after the nurse finished bandage up half of his face before leaving you two alone for privacy.

"My, you're a sight." You jeered, stepping towards towards him, your shoes clicking deliberate against the marble floor.

"Charming." He gets off the medical table to change to a clean uniform with you in the same room, "I wasn't expecting your visit since you said you were outstation."

You nodded, shifted your weight to your other leg, "Yeah, well I heard it's getting messy now. I want to see for myself. Seems like it did not disappoint."

J uninjured eye look at you from the reflection on the mirror on the wall. "Your insults never seen to disappoint either."

He tied his tie with ease. Slightly relax under your presence before you walked closer behind him and rested your cheek against his broad back with you hands on him too.

"I missed you." You cooed, "We've been so busy."

"You're taking this easier than I thought you'd be." You feel the vibration on you as he speaks.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I do recall you hesitated many times before taking our side." He claimed flatly, while buttoning his vest. "Risking yourself and betrayed your beloved mentor."

Luckily he couldn't see the frown on your face. But you silence gave it away. Contemplating about your past actions and the consequences you had to payed just to be here. Your face hardened at the thought. You have no regrets. Past is the past. There's no point looking back.

"Yeonwoo Kim doesn't need to know. We're just... trying to survive for our sakes. I'm sick of seeing those naives, so-called heroes risking their lives just because."

"It's quite ironic if you asked me."

"Who gives a shit, J?" You sighed, tracing his back with your finger idly, "They did it because they want to, we did it because we have to. Big difference. We're no heroes. We're just...trying to stay alive in the lion's den. You out of all people, should understand that."

He does. He may have underestimated you at first but he admitted silently that you're very much capable. If not better than Reporter Kim.

"And once this is over, you and I can go somewhere for a vacation. And perhaps talk. Whatever you wanna do. Hm?"

He felt your smile. He almost felt sorry. Keyword: almost. But you're just as bad as him. That's what makes you two so compatible.

"Yes." He agreed shortly, turning his body to face you. He tilted your head up with his fingers under your chin and leaned down to give you a kiss but stopped when his walkie-talkie went off, immediately signaling his leave.

"Later." He promised, straightened his posture before disappearing behind the curtain. Not forgetting to give you a pat on you shoulder as if you're one of his homeboys.

You stood there, touching your lips where his would have and should have landed if it wasn't for the world that keeps cockblocking you.

"Playing hard to get that guy." You hummed disappointedly, however proceed to bite your lip. You can take it, knowing the act of chasing a man aroused you.