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DG with a size and overstimulation kink? Thank you! You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to! ๑(◕‿◕)๑ Have a nice day! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) Thank you for your hard work! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑒

ᴅɢ/ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ʟᴇᴇ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐷𝐺 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, sᴍᴜᴛ, sɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴠᴀɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ/ɪɴғɪᴅᴇʟɪᴛʏ

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A.N.: Hhah, I'm so sorry that requests have been slow to be posted. You know how life can get lol. Well, I hope you enjoy this and thank you for requesting - I bunched the DG Smut requests together in this one. Hope I executed it right because I always write at 2am lmao. So, kind of proofread, I'm sorry if I sound repetitive. Anyway, remember, requests are closed and this is from when they were open a few weeks back.

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𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙.

𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠, 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠.

𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒….

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦.

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As cold lips trace along your body, painting dark welts into your skin with every nip to the delicate surface, you cannot stop the soft moan rumbling in your throat as it slips past your lips, throwing your head back as gentle hands knead your flesh between calloused fingers. A shudder ran down your spine, squirming and gripping the sheets whilst his hair tickled you as it brushed past your bare skin. He handled you with such grace, such patience, it seemed almost surreal considering how men crumbled beneath his touch alone.

Yet it made this all the more thrilling, knowing how capable he was of destruction in more ways than one.

As your mind wandered, his voice brought you back to the moment, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he spoke. “I want to hear you, [Name]...,” the man whispers, desire oozing from his tone as he stares longingly at you from between your thighs. Half-lidded black hues bore into you, hot breath fanning dangerously close to your weeping heat. “My sweet [Name], please....”

Oh the way your name rolled so effortlessly from his tongue had your heart thumping wildly in your ribcage, swallowing dryly as you met his warm gaze. The lovesick adoration etched into his features reeled you in even further, how his brows knitted together while he waited for your order to continue, despite his own overflowing desire. The moment seemed almost sardonic as he never waited to get what he wanted. However, it was a different story when it came to you.

For you, he would wait a thousand lifetimes.

A smile stretches across your lips, humming in response and nodding, knowing only you could see him like this — so in desperate need of you. His pleas could only do so much to help him lure you to comply, slender fingers tenderly pressing into your flesh as his own mind begins to unravel, palms pressing firmly into your limbs as he nudges his nose into your plush, whispering your name once more, "Please, [Name]...." The lavender vanilla scent drove him mad, the aroma stroking his smoldering heart as he sighed shakily. Was that the new lotion he bought you? He hoped it was.

Though he became silent, you did not look away from him, taking in his flushed appearance, how the tips of his ears burned a bright red shade, pink strands disheveled as you ran your hand through his hair minutes before. Your DG truly was a sight to behold, most especially in the moments he was at your mercy, awaiting your next command. Yet, he did not mind.

You’re the first one that he sees every night, living in his dreams at his side, and haunting his thoughts every waking moment. No matter how hard he tries to drown the sentiment he holds for his sweet girl, he can’t get rid of his love for you. The dangerous life he lives is one you do not deserve, but saying goodbye to you might as well be his death.

Living a life knowing he cannot have you, is a life not worth continuing as he would rather never take another breath without his beloved by his side.

Was he infatuated? Perhaps. Is he obsessed? Most likely. Addicted? Oh definitely. And all he knows is your name. Calling out to you with the daunting realization that he can never get enough of you. You are all he could ever desire and more, so why would he ever say good-bye? If these were his last moments, he would not fight his impending death knowing he will take his last breath in your loving arms.

Is that what love was? Was love the sensation of a flower both wilting and blooming? Was love wanting and needing someone so much, you cannot imagine your life without them, even as it destroys you ever so slowly? Diego pushed the thoughts aside, because whatever he felt for you, he knew it could not be described by mere words alone.

As his heart twisted, aching with every skipping beat, he did not know the answer, but he knew you would be both his fall from grace and rise to the throne. However, that thought did not terrify him as much as it should have. “You’re mine...,” Diego spoke inaudibly, hands squeezing the curve of your bottom and pressing the side of his face to your plush, brows knitting together as he pokes his nose further along your inner thigh, imprinting the mellow scent of your body before nipping at your flesh. A light laugh slips past your lips, parting your legs wider, letting him have full access to your dripping, glistening slick. From this perspective, you seemed like a doll to him — so small and delicate compared to him.

Yes, words cannot describe how much he wanted you at this very moment and each one to come. For you were absolutely enchanting, worth walking into the unknown, and doing it all over again.

Diego dips his tongue into your puffy lips and steadily drags it along your folds, pulling a soft gasp from you. Your hand trails down and pats his head, lightly pushing back his hair and bucking your hips half-heartedly, muttering his name, "Mm, Diego…." The light brush of his tongue made your stomach churn, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes as his tongue skims near your quivering hole.

No, he had to hear you more, hear your lovely moans — hear the darling voice “cracking, pitch heightening, on the brink of tears'' type of moans — and this? It just wasn’t enough. He knew your body like the back of his hand and he knew when he wasn’t doing it right just from a single sound that came out of your pretty mouth.

A bit annoyed, Diego flattens his tongue and draws long, deep lines into your cunt, dragging it from your entrance to your aching bud, prodding the tip of the wet muscle against your clit before enclosing his mouth around it, flicking his tongue and popping off only to repeat the intense series of licks all over again. His actions made the air in your throat hitch and chest tighten, gasping loudly at the feeling. "Oh God, r-right there…!"

There you go, he thought, grunting against you. You pant and throw your head back into the soft pillow, pushing his face down further into your heat as your fingers knot into his pink tresses. Silently, he propped your legs onto his broad shoulders, large veiny hands grasping into your thighs and peeling them apart whilst he lifted your hips off the mattress, delving deeper and lapping harshly at your sopping pussy, determined to make you cum. The obscene slurping and squelching slipping from in-between your thighs soon reverberated throughout the room, your moans and whimpers drifting in the air as you felt your release building quickly.

The rhythm of his mouth left your head spinning and lower abdomen tensing, thighs engulfing his head as your pelvis rocked against his tongue uncontrollably. Engraving prayers into your cunny lips whilst bobbing his head had you trembling and he could not stop even as his lungs burned, almost as if he were an artist chisling his mark onto the artwork that he created, so he could admire it forever and ever. He had a deadly grip on you, keeping you from suffocating him and pinning you in place whilst you squirmed, calling out to him so pathetically, "D-Diego…! Fuck, Diego! Ah–Ahh!! Ngh!"

As he watched you fall apart, Diego could only peer at you with reverence, noticing how your chest rose and fell quickly with every breathless chant of his name, arching your back yet craning your neck to watch him eat you out, making out your voice begging to him from amidst his muffled ears.

Yes, this is what he wanted. To hear you want him. Perhaps, you were just as hooked as he was, so obsessed with him as he was to you. But the wish is fruitless, knowing he could never truly worship you as he pleased, knowing you belonged to someone else. He could only hope you found a glimpse of him when you slept with the man, passing time in his arms until the time was right — right to take you away from this pitiful excuse of marriage.

The groans from Diego added to the vibrations against your cunt, the man swiping over your overstimulated bud as he grazed from your entrance to your clit. His nose pressed against your mound, spit dribbling from his chin as he brought you closer and closer to your climax. He strokes his tongue over and over against the tip of your hood, Adam's apple bobbing as he drinks your gathering arousal almost desperately, wet clicks trickling from the corner of his lips. Please, he begs in his head, staring longingly at your face, let me taste you again, my dear angel, let me taste your love once more — please convince me this is not a dream.

Winding up the coil in your lower tummy, seemingly burning as it twisted so tightly, you couldn't warn him in time. “Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck…!” A loud moan rips from your throat, yanking at his locks as you sloppily rolled your hips into his awaiting mouth. Both of you are caught off guard from the sudden sound, mewling as you spill onto his taste buds. Diego lapped up your juices with vigor. Every wet caress and curl of his tongue as he cleaned you up left him craving for more of you.

DG is not even close to finishing with you.

His hold does not loosen and he latches himself back onto your clit, drowning himself in your pussy like a depraved man, not pulling away for hours. He does not pull up for air, enclosing his mouth easily over your cunny and abandoning the soft kitten-licks he used before. Diego became unhinged.

A series of cries and moans fill the air for a long time, the man in-between your legs never stopping even as you came countless times since then. A layer of perspiration covered your body, sweat gleaming off the side of your face as your poor pussy needed a break from the stimulation. It became almost painful now and as you tried squirming away from him, it earned a pinch from the man as he dragged your body back.

How long has it been? What time is it…?

You did not know, much too engrossed in the way the man’s tongue worked wonders and weaved a pattern into your weeping heat, bringing you to your end once more for the umteenth time that night. Your voice had become raw, tears dribbling down the side of your face as you convulsed in your spot, bucking pathetically in your spot. Sniffles left you, requesting him to stop. You didn't know how much more you could take before you passed out from absolute euphoria.

You need to feel him — inside you.

Needed DG before he came.

Yes, your DG is a patient man, but Diego is a cruel, merciless one. However, both sides of him will not stop until his appetite for you is satiated — even if it takes hours upon hours to quell; like now. Yet, your pretty cries for him beckoned the man to listen to your pleas for once to stop. He pulls off the swollen bundle of nerves with a satisfying pop, swallowing the last of your juices and slowly raising his head. He waits merely a couple minutes, whispering sweet nothings as you collect yourself, rubbing soft circles into your skin. Diego hums, reminding himself he must remain calm and patient for now, as there will come a time where he can wallow in your body for as long as he needs to. Releasing your thighs, he wipes your arousal from his mouth, leering at your puffy folds with delight. The small twitches that passed you made the corners of his mouth tug upward for a moment.

Taking long, steady breaths, you slowly calm yourself, gathering your composure and occasionally sniffling. Oh, you could hardly hear his low voice call out for you with the way your ears rang from the blood rushing to your pounding temple. Such tenderness and tranquility laced in his tone, you wouldn't think he'd be capable of destroying a person from just a flick of his tongue.

He is slow yet calculated as he studies your body, ingraining the sinful sight he had of how you came down from your high, counting the seconds while they turned into minutes until he saw how you began to squirm once more under his touch, rocking your hips in his direction. The ragged rise and fall of your chest dispersed, notifying him that your mind is all but there, your body now in need of more, and there would be no chance of you telling him to stop while in your hazy, pleasure-drunken state.

With a small smile, he pecks your flesh, pulling a blissful sigh from you. “[Name]....,” he whispers, nipping at your thighs before pressing a series of small kisses from your mound, to your stomach, treading to your sternum, mouth grazing your supple yits as he trails to your throat, all while you call out his name breathlessly. You take your bottom lip between your canines, craning your neck as he softly pecks at your skin. Teeth grazed the delicate surface, his mouth suckling another pretty dark welt on your flesh, and you could hardly stifle the soft whimpers thrumming in the back of your throat.

For as long as you knew DG, he had always been a man who liked taking his time worshiping your body, ever so patient when it came to you. Each run of his fingers across your skin remained delicate until you asked; every kiss remained gentle until you pressed deeper; and every thrust remained slow and steady until you begged. And until he hears the order leave your pretty lips, he won't stop treating you as if you would break at any moment.

However, as the man stood and slotted himself between your thighs, hunching over your till your face and his chest were mere centimeters apart, were you slapped with the sheer difference between your bodies. How easily he could crush you if he pleased. His frame towered over you, thick arms caging you in beneath him as his gaze peered at you from above, easily being able to pin you with his weight alone the moment he bullies his fat cock into your tiny hole with a warm smile, stuffing you to the brim as he coos softly at you, "you're taking me so well, my sweet [Name]…."

You were nothing but a flowerbud compared to the tall and strong buck tree your boyfriend was, encased with rippling muscle. Nonetheless, you wanted — no, needed him — now. May your tiny [plush/lean/ slim] frame be damned once he is inside.

You rolled your pelvis towards him, feeling his throbbing dick graze your mound slightly, flinching when it made contact with the tip of your hood. So close. He lowers his hips slightly, brushing his length on the surface of your mound , only to earn a whine from you when he raises his lower half back up. What a teasing man your boyfriend was, having you work to even feel his sweet cock. Parting your legs wider, you hooked your limbs around his torso and tugged him down, gripping onto his biceps as you whined, "Diego…! Come on, don't be so mean…!"

Mean? He thought, scoffing, Oh, sweetheart, he can get a whole lot meaner if he wanted to, and this isn't even the tip of the iceberg. "Patience, [Name]....," Diego hums, leering down at you as he begins to trace his shaft along your slick folds, the crown of his cock bumping into your aching bud. Coating his dick in your arousal, Diego is slow and meticulous with every touch, running past your bud and only dipping his pelvis down every once and awhile for his tip to tap against your clit. It sent shockwaves through your cunt, and even he couldn't bite back the groan rumbling in his chest. Actions like this drove you crazy and he knew it, God, he knew how it picked you apart and he fucking loved it. It left you wanting for more and chipped away at your pride, forcing you to play into his palm to rush into his favorite part of your meetings.

Soft whines and mewls drizzle from your mouth, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back as you attempt to feel more of him, panting at the incessant friction. Your thighs clench around his taut waist, arching your back as he brings you near the edge. "D-Diego! Please! Ah—S…Stop teasing….!" Diego could only sigh in amusement, watching how pathetic you became before he could even fuck you properly. Of course, that attitude would disappear the moment he sunk into you.

He glanced downward, corners of his lips tugging upward, peering with mirthful hues as his cock twitches while it settled against your tummy, painting a clear picture of how he impales you from the sheer girth of his dick, length stretching from your mid-stomach to your heat. He just couldn't wait to stuff his pretty girl til she was a moaning, crying mess. And he was only a breath away from it all.

"Mm, wanna feel you…!" You plead, nails digging into his biceps and leaving behind crescent shapes. You gaze up at him through thick lashes with glossy eyes, lips trembling as your brows creased together, sniffling. He made you a fraughtful sensitive mess, crooning at how he glides through your dripping cunny and now, you need some sort of relief. His muscles flex against your fingers as he leans down to rest on his elbows. The moonlight poured in from the windows and created a glow around you two, creating the illusion of the dreams he had nearly every night his head hit the pillow. And witnessing as you creamed around him from the small bit of foreplay made his heart skip a beat.

Diego couldn't take it anymore. He would be lying if he wasn't driving himself crazy from the slow pace he was forcing, but teasing you was so fun. And now with your commands to truly be one with you, he could finally let loose.

Whimpering and gasping as the tip of his cock pushes past your puffy folds, you can barely utter a word as you can feel yourself being split apart, pussy stretched to the brim as your poor cunt struggles to adjust to his thick bulbous tip. "Nngh, Diego, 's so big…! Ah, fuck, too big, Diego…!" You squeal, clasping onto him and pressing your temple to his chest.

A chuckle drums in his throat, finding your hesitation so endearing despite your wishes to feel him inside a few seconds prior. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, smiling as he pulls away. "Mhm, don't worry, my sweet girl… it'll fit, okay….? See? Mm! Y-You're taking me so well…," DG coos gently, brows knitting together whilst your walls pushed against him as he forced another inch in. "Just… Just need to go in slowly…." Holy shit.

He steadily sunk into you despite your meek protests, fully sheathing himself in your warm tepid heat, eliciting a choked moan from his pretty girl. Diego gripped the sheets, muttering incoherently as he sucked in a sharp breath at the tight grip of your pussy, eyes shutting tight as you clamped down on him. No, no, he had to take it easy, yeah. Take it nice and slow for you.

But fucking hell, your pussy was so warm and welcoming, sucking him in so greedily into a vice grip he could hardly move. The perfect tight cunt waiting to be stuffed. Your shrill cry did not fall on deaf ears, he picked on how it went up in pitch as he finally buried a majority of his cock inside, part of his shaft still bare. A gasp left him, grinding his teeth and swallowing dryly. “Shit…! Wait, no, f-fuck…!A-Augh…!”

Curses spill from the man, clenching his jaw as he slips deeper into his lust-drunken state, needing to wait a moment or else he knows he’d be creaming in your heat before he could even start. Just…. Damnit. He can’t wait. No, he’s waited days for this moment, he can’t push it back even further because of his sensitivity.

Rocking his hips back and drives his pelvis into you, his thick cock pressing into your weeping cunt and hilting against the opening of your cervix. You grip onto his shoulders, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as strained cries of his name spill from your mouth, "Fuck, oh—God, Diegooo…! D-Diego, Diego! Mmm, fuck– ah…!" Your noises only encouraged him to become rougher and crueler, spurring him to throw out his own rules out the window and just listen to your sounds.

Every thrust feels as if it's stirring your insides, each buck sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your mushed-up mind. Each stroke had you melting into the sheets, breathless as your body rocked back and forth. His weight had your feeble frame pinned against the king-size bed, rippling muscles pressing you flush into the sheets whilst he nearly recoils into himself to accommodate for the size difference, thighs parted as fucks you. He can barely bury his face in your hair without craning his neck, yet that’s what made this much more exciting. Strangled noises left you as the tension snapped inside you, a shattering cry of his name ripping from your chest. Your pussy fluttered and creamed around him adding more to the slick already coating the base of his cock from your previous orgasms. The man melted easily into you, a layer of perspiration coating his temple, ecstasy contorting his features from every deep stroke.

The way your walls squeezed around him elicited a deep, rumbling moan that made your heart pitter. However, he was not satisfied with this.

Diego sits up straight, hastily unlatching your legs from his waist, and pushing your thighs back as he moves your legs onto the curve of his neck, your ankles hanging off his shoulders. He pressed your knees to your chest, eliciting an ear-piercing cry from you as he sunk back into your sensitive cunt. “God, Diego…!” You scream, clawing at his porcelain skin as he begins to thrust brutally into you, the new angle allowing his thick weeping crown to pound painfully into your tepid cunt. Every snap of his pelvis created a loud series of slaps that bounced off the walls, clicking in a continuous rhythm whilst his thighs flexed with each movement.

A smile stretched on your pretty face, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as your body bounced with each powerful thrust, the stretch of when he sunk back in quickly building you up to your release again. With the way your pussy sucked him in, he could hardly keep his calm composure, feeling every squeeze of your spasming core at an amplified level as he could feel his own end fast approaching as well. Squeezing your eyes shut, your grip onto the sheets as the pain and pleasure danced in your breaking soul.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Diego's movements began to grow sloppy, stifling a moan as he bucked with no sense of tempo. Dark hues bore into you, drinking in how your features contorted from absolute euphoria, watching how your lips parted to let a pretty moan slip out as he pierced your cervix. You were made for him — walls molding almost perfectly to him, even as it struggled to take every thick inch. Yet….

“You’re mine, right…?” Diego asks quietly, slowly stilling inside as he ceases his pace despite his nearing release, watching as your eyes shoot open in surprise, almost narrowing in annoyance. It had not been the first time he asked you such a question, however, it was the first time he had asked you during this moment. It had always been after your intimate time. Straying from his usual statement, he repeats the question, moving his hips ever so gently until he bottoms-out and pauses his movements again, “Right…?”

Blinking slowly, you nod, tilting your head as your brows furrowed, put off from his sudden question. “Of course, my love. But why ask—”

“You are not mine the way I wish you to be.” He says in a bitter tone, cutting you off as he avoids looking at you for a moment. His shoulders slump and he sits up a bit, creating a small space between your thighs and sternum. “You belong to someone else, yet —” Diego lets his eyes drift to the bedside table, meeting the empty gazes of your wedding portrait to the notorious member of Ansan Public, the sun of Ansan, Hudson Ahn, before he shifts his gaze back to you — “You are here with me, letting me touch you and defile you the way only your husband should. It is only natural that I question it, is it not?”

You did not stop the dry laugh that left you, looking up at DG as his words settled in. The man had a point, but even so, it did not weigh on you. Truth be told, that statement was not entirely accurate. “Hudson Ahn…,” you murmur, reaching up to cup Diego’s face and run your thumb across his smooth skin, smiling sadly at the man before you, noticing how your palm was tiny in comparison to his face alone. He closed his eyes and listened, ingraining your voice once last time as if he were afraid to hear your answer, afraid to hear you say you were not his. Continuing, you curl your fingers against his cheek. “Our marriage was arranged and I had no choice but to agree on behalf of my brother’s wishes, thinking it was the only way I could be safe, yet…. It's strange. Though I belong to him in the eyes of the world, it does not mean he owns my heart and soul the way you do, Diego….”

You continue, releasing his bicep as your other hand trails to where you two were connected, feeling the bulge creating in your lower tummy, yet you never break eye-contact with the man despite the small discomfort, speaking from your heart to him. “DG, look at me…,” you whisper, seeing his eyes flutter open and reveal glossy dark hues that struck a chord in you. Oh, seeing him cry was a rare sight and one you did not enjoy. “It is not him that is with me in the most intimate way possible, where two become one. It’s you. He can try all he wants to break the chains of our love — try to make me love him — but you conquered my very being before any man could and still wanted me despite what the world turned me into. I loved you first and I promise I will love you last. I am yours. Does that answer your question, my love…?”

Thick teardrops collect in the corner of his eyes and Diego did not notice them falling until they dripped from his face, splashing onto your chest. His fears melted away, the doubt of losing you to Hudson dispersing as you declared to him your heart’s wish. He nods, folding you in half once more. Almost desperately, Diego pressed his mouth against yours, capturing you in a sweet kiss as he rutted deeply and slowly, pumping into you with mild thrusts, with such tenderness, it brought tears to your own eyes as you returned the kiss. Your hands trail and clasp onto his shoulders, features creasing together as he moves in and out of you.

Yes. You were his as he was yours. That would never change, no matter what the world said — his fate was with you. That is the truth no one could change.

From every broken moan to every fleeting thought of your future, consumed by the rapture of your love — Diego crumbles completely. You both forget about the world and become immersed in one another, never hearing the sudden slam out in the living room of your home. Without so much as a warning, Diego unloads a large amount of thick cum into your fertile womb with a strained groan, painting the inside of your cunt a creamy white, still softly thrusting as the waves of his orgasm wash over him. He cannot ever see himself leaving you, not ever; abandoning the only woman who made him feel so alive, giving him a piece of heaven in exchange for his love, would be the most foolish thing he could ever do.

So even as he pulls out and lets the mixture of your fluids dribble down your thighs, knowing you were not on the pill anymore due to the courtesy of your husband, Diego does not change his mind and cements his decision to continue chasing after you.

Even as he makes eye-contact with Hudson as he stands in the doorway of your shared bedroom, who grips tightly onto the metal handle of the wooden door whilst his wide-gaze bores into him, Diego remains confident in his choice and does not regret it, nor fear the consequences.

Even as you start to sputter an explanation to your seething husband, though do not attempt to move nor close your legs, Diego hums in content, knowing his daydreams are becoming reality.

With a wry smile, he looks directly at Hudson and says with such calamity —

“She’s mine.”

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Lookism DG? Imagine a badass unconscious Y/n who’s like a fem Daniel? What will DG do? ❤️ Thanks, I appreciate you!

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒜𝓉 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝐹𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

ᴅɢ/ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ʟᴇᴇ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? : ʏᴇs

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐞, 𝐃𝐆 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 — 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 — 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭.

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A.N.: Sksksjk, thank youuu! And I hope you enjoy this one!

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Running paths with DG in his youth led both of your lives down a different path, more than surprised when you both met your match. At the time of your meeting, when he still possessed his identity as James Lee, he ran into you while in the midst of a fight with a gang of the First Generation. It’s as if you were a deadly white shadow.

Meeting someone who fought brutally while unconscious is a feat he never expected — shattering his wrist and ribs all whilst never breaking a sweat, it truly humbled him. Yet, the same could be said for you when he dislocated your shoulders and crushed your patella. Truly you were a force to be reckoned with and he had a difficult time keeping up with every punch and kick you threw at him, distracted by the black empty hues staring back at him.

One would say, it was love at first fight for you two. James grew a sort of infatuation with the woman, charmed by your insatiable need to beat him to a pulp. God, just something about a woman that could kill him had his heart pounding wildly and face flushing. He just had to meet you again.

Your second meeting did come sooner than anticipated but it came to be a surprise when he realized you were dueling with Gun, later he found out per Charles request —

Find the Phantom of Gangbuk and recruit them, perhaps then we would rid the trouble they cause for us.

Yet James couldn’t help but watch in amusement when the gangster struggled to lay a hit on you, yet his eyes stayed glued to you, mesmerized by your dance of destruction as you laid blow after blow upon bruised inked skin, the same void gaze as Gun’s staring down at him as the man wilted. A semblance of a smile set itself on Jame’s features, resting his chin on his palm as he witnessed the fight unfold. To say the end was unsatisfying — Goo jumping in and knocking you fully unconscious with a jab to the back of your head with the handle of his sword — James knew how and where to find you.

And you hated it — at first.

Though you both started off as rivals, avoiding him as even being in the same room as the man led to both of you down each other's throats, — James taunting you and you insulting him — it soon melted into one of mutual respect and care for one another. In your own special, aggressive way.

Though the title of couple became official a year afterwards, the two of you sometimes had your differences in term of social events. As so, he wishes he knew how to convince you to join him at his club, not avoid it like the plague.

Now as DG, he became a bit more open with you yet, could not help the disappointment of your dwindling quality time with him discourage the man and he indulged in Gun, who gladly accepted the invitation in exchange for a chat.

"Why would you date someone so….that? So unpredictable?" Gun grunts, lighting a cigar, taking a long deep drag before puffing out a cloud of smoke. The gangster slouched against the pink leather cushions, ignoring the calls from Goo as he danced in the pool with the girls. Hearing DG’s confession of dating you made Gun flinch, finally making understanding, as to why you turned down his advances before — nearly murdering him. Not that he minded. "A monster in the shape of a woman, huh….? She could destroy you one day while she's unconscious…."

Nothing I haven’t heard before, the man thought. DG stayed silent, playing with his drink and stirring the golden liquid around with his straw. The point of injury had already been made a couple years prior, yet it did not deter him from sticking around. In short, it only made DG all the more interested in you, charmed by your quick wit when he confronted you. He could still recall the chills he got when he finally saw the bright [E/C] eyes staring back at him. Smiling softly, he replied to Gun, his mind wandering to you. "She already did… Is that important?"

Gun scoffed, placing the cigar in between his lips and letting it trickle from the corners of his mouth. "No, I don't think so — seems like my kind of woman, really." Upon finishing his sentence, the popstar looks up at the man upon hearing the comment, narrowing his eyes as annoyance etched into his features. Though, Gun paid no mind and let his head lull back. "But you shouldn't be so careless around her when she's in that state. Mm, she could really kill you…."

"I'm not careless. [Name] is my shadow and with her, I'm stronger…." The memory of every fight since meeting you had DG feeling nostalgic, the ends of his mouth twitching. The memory of you fluidly maneuvering through the crowd like a serpent in sea, disappearing out of sight with such speed, you practically flew as you kept his opponents at bay from attacking. The man sighed deeply, almost in a trance, " Afterall, 'To larger sight, the rim of the shadow is the line of light'. We complete each other but….” DG trailed off, sighing in a sort of defeat.

Gun sits up slowly, arching a brow at the man across from him, waiting for him to continue. It seemed odd. All of a sudden, the man spoke highly of you yet the hesitation that followed served to intrigue the gangster.

DG breathes out, clicking his tongue,“To me, she's… scary." He takes a sip of his drink, letting the alcohol run down his throat, leaving a bittersweet taste in its wake. God, if you were here to hear him say that, he would be met with the melody of your honeydew laughter, teasing him for admitting it so openly. Oh, now he’s starting to miss you again. The ache in his chest grew, wondering what you were doing tonight at your job.

The statement was true to an extent. You’re scary when you’re mad but your anger is usually directed to the girls trying to get into your boyfriend’s pants or the men making advances towards you. His fear was just as common as every man had to their girl and justifiable. But his fear extended to your unconscious state as well.

A grin stretches across Gun's face and he lets out a laugh, not quite expecting the man who helped create the four crews to fear you of all people. "Scary? Why?" he asks, amused.

DG thought about Gun's words, letting the simple question sink in.

As the [Name] [Last Name] – a powerful woman with a right hook that leaves anyone buckling – were famed for being the Hidden Genius raised by Charles Choi, and the Shadow of James Lee. With a target on your back, you were a walking time bomb for many.

The particular reason you were considered one, since you were considered the Hidden Genius and Shadow of James Lee, was due to your ability to fight without being conscious — with the intent to kill. Once you enter this state, you leave a trail of blood in your wake. With a blazing fire burning throughout your body, muscles screaming for mercy as your mind transitioned to mental plane boarding hysteria, you entered the state of ultra-instinct.

DG has seen it with Gun and seeing it with you had been almost as if he were in the presence of an archangel. And everytime he saw you in that state, he felt himself falling in love all over again.

Just recently, he came to know you were in charge of keeping the newly formed gangs in Gangbuk from rising to power like Ansan. According to Charles, your mission is to keep them at bay until the group itself dissolves on its own. DG just wished he didn’t leave you alone with such a task. With your charming smile and sweet voice, many of the crooked men trusted you and as much as he disliked the thought of another man touching you, you took advantage of that vulnerability — crushing them. You exploited your enemy’s weakness and defeated them without a second thought.

And DG loved that about you.

DG spoke up, staring up at Gun with a glazed look, surprising the man across from him. "When [Name] fights, she fights to kill and survive. But she won't stop unless she wakes up or falls asleep….”

Gun hums, glancing at Goo for a moment to make sure the blonde bastard didn’t cause any trouble. "Well, what do you do then?"

DG’s mind trailed once more, gaze falling to the floor. The resolve both of you found to work had been one based on pure luck, one he tried out of instinct as he had no other clue on how to deal with your behavior at the time without hurting you. The moment seemed to play like a record in his head, closing his eyes as he recalled the night so clearly.

Diego gripped the back of your neck with a rigid hold, palm against your nape, pressing the pads of his fingers to the sides of your throat firmly. You couldn't move your head, writhing against him as you attempted to swing your legs to kick him, elbows digging into his torso, trying to get free.

Small grunts left him, gritting his teeth at the hard edge of your arm rammed into his ribs and the soles of your boots dug into his feet, his limbs throbbing at every blow you landed. Truly, he was at his wits end and desperate for a way to stop before he snapped himself.

He only had a window of three seconds to hold you in a different position that the one he currently had you in. And if his years of fighting taught him anything, it took less than a second for an opponent to land a blow, but at least five to regain composure. Considering his position, he was more inclined to take the chance of experimenting than having both of you coming out with stitches.

For a moment, Diego let go of you, counting in his head as he took hold of your bicep and spun you around on your heels, pressing you flush against his chest. If anything, he knew this was a chance worth taking to avoid injuring you.

Pressing his lips against your own, holding your wrists in his hands tightly, DG closed his eyes and stayed still. Seconds passed and slowly, he felt you stop squirming. As your bloodlust began to dissolve, your body began to regain its senses, mind now processing all the sensations wracking your form —- from new to familiar. Almost instantly did you go numb, twisting violently in his grasp and nipping at the man before you.

But DG refused and deepened the kiss.

Diego’s lips were soft and warm, a contrast to the busted and cold ones of your own, and despite his firm grip, his touch remained gentle. The way his heart painted a tattoo to your sternum from how loud it pounded grounded you, the memories of the nights in your bed flooding your mind. The phantom touch of his arms around you made you shudder, back arching and pressing yourself closer into him.

The smoldering flame within your body began to flicker, welcoming the man as the fog began to clear up. Your arms shook in his grasp, slowly relaxing against him as your eyes fluttered shut, melting against him. The bliss he exerted, the adoration he poured into the kiss, it just felt right — so inviting and mellow, why wouldn’t you turn away from ultra-instinct?

It didn’t take long for you to fall limp, leaning into him as your knees began to buckle. At last, did you leave your unconscious fighting state and slip into a peaceful slumber. Poor thing, your energy must have been drained and you were perhaps already handing on a thin thread as it was!

Carefully, he let your body collapse and fall to the floor slowly, hands guiding you, and settling you down. As much as he wanted to admire your tranquil state, it’d be best to take you back to your shared apartment before any gangsters came across him.

Slithering a hand under you, Diego hooked an arm under your legs and wrapped his other hand firmly to your shoulder. He hoisted you into the air, your head lulling and resting in his chest, snoring softly. He scoffed.

Who knew you were a sucker for his kisses unconscious as much as you were awake?

“It’s a private matter as to what method we use to help her…,” DG mutters, paying no mind to the flush of his ears and looking at his phone as a way to ignore Gun’s further inquiries. The bright display of the notification made his eyes light up, your text making his chest flutter. With the times you two avoided each other due to work, receiving a heartfelt message from you during those times made waiting for you worthwhile and even more eager to see you again.

Even if the whole world questioned his decision to be with such a strong woman, DG wouldn’t regret his decision — because it was you. He would never regret you. He was yours and yours alone, and vice versa. Besides, what other woman was willing to dominate him in both the streets and the sheets?

You were of course.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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