Hot kpop idol x Gangster

Chapter 1

KOS was in his office, bored AND horny. So he decides to call Diego (DG) to his office.

Diego was in his room, doing research, on what? I don't know either. When he suddenly gets a text notification from KOS, he sighed and got up from his chair.

Time skip, after arriving at the office.
(I'm lazy okay?)

Diego came inside the office, a bit suspicious, KOS usually never calls him inside his office, instead, KOS uses his phone to text/call Diego if there was something important.

"What do you want?" He asked, looking at KOS straight in the eye.

A smirk appeared on KOS's face as he heard Diego's annoyed tone, he stood up from his chair and approached Diego. He starts to undo the buttons on Diego's shirt. "W..wait, what are you doing?" Diego tried to push KOS off of him, but he was too strong.

Once KOS works Diego’s shirt off of him, he pushes him down onto the nearby couch and crawls over him, pressing him down into the cushions and caging him in with his arms. Their heads tilt, mouths perfectly aligned for the kiss to deepen even further.

Chuuya feels hands pushing his shirt up, caressing the skin of his waist before wrapping around it and pulling him even closer.

This is familiar. They've done this dozens, hundreds of times. KOS wanted to try something new.

He reluctantly pulls away from the dark mark he was sucking into the underside of Diego's jaw and whispers “why don't we continue this to the bedroom, hm?” against the shell of his ear, satisfied at the full-body shiver it elicits.

KOS sits back on his knees, standing and pulling Diego up with him to lead him to his bedroom. It's a huge room - a king sized bed and a reading nook with a chaise lounge backed by a whole wall of floor to ceiling windows overlooking the bay. He has a deep red comforter and black satin sheets topped with enough pillows for a small army. It's luxurious and excessive and everything a kid who grew up sleeping on threadbare mattresses could ever dream of.

"Strip." KOS demanded, a smirk still on his face, "Then kneel on the bed."

While Diego's doing that, KOS steps into his closet, heading to the back for a nondescript black chest. He digs through it, pulling out a variety of items and debating them before finally settling on a few and putting them in a shoebox, slipping one into his pocket. He closes the chest and pushes it back into place, just in case Dazai happens to look around in his closet - the man has no boundaries and his nosiness knows no limits.

He can't wait to see what reactions he can bring out of Diego tonight. To see if he can break him down into his purest form - sensation over thought, feeling over logic. KOS wants to see him dismantled. Then, he wants to piece him back together afterwards.

When KOS comes back out, Diego was kneeling on the bed as directed. His clothes are in a pile beside the bed - KOS will have to teach him proper manners at some point, but that's not tonight's focus. He sits the shoebox at the foot of the bed before getting a good look at the kpop idol.

He looks uncomfortable but not too much so, more mild humiliation than genuine discomfort. He's still half-hard, if that says anything.

"Good boy." Chuuya says, his deep voice sending shivers down Diego's spine. He steps forward to run a hand through Diego's hair. Chuuya indulges him for a moment, carding his fingers through surprisingly soft pink waves before leaning back.

He pulls his own shirt over his head, pleased when he sees Diego's eyes trace over the pure muscle of his upper body before he tries to hide it.

He pulls a ring gag from his pocket and holds it up for Diego's inspection. "You know what this is?"

Diego nods, his expression neutral but his eyes betraying his curiosity.

"Then open your mouth," KOS commands. Diego was hesitant but opened his mouth anyway.

KOS slips the ring of the gag between Diego's teeth before tightening it around the back of his head. "Ah.. it looks amazing on you." He complimented.

He slides two of his gloved fingers into Diego's open mouth, pressing down on his tongue before feeling around, rubbing against the inside of his cheeks and his molars, then pressing as far into his throat as he can go before he can feel Diego's fighting his gag reflex. When he pulls his fingers free, he wipes them off on Diego's shoulder before taking his black gloves off altogether.

"Are you going to be good for me while I tie you up or are you going to fight me?"

Diego nods slowly, he knew he couldn't win against KOS anyway. KOS takes that as the permission it is as his smirk grew. He goes back to the box he sat at the foot of the bed and grabs a length of deep red silk rope. When he holds it up to Diego's skin, it's a beautiful contrast.

“Arms behind your back, palms out,” he instructs.

KOS takes his time weaving the ropes into intricate diamonds, trapping Diego's arms together from his wrists to just below his shoulders. When he finally steps back to inspect his work, he’s surprised by how much the sight of Diego like this - willingly made as close to harmless as someone so dangerous can be, chest pushed forward, head hanging down in something like embarrassment - affects him.

He circles around to face Diego, putting a knee up on the bed so he can lean close enough to tilt his partner’s face up to get a better look. Diego's cheeks are pink, his eyes still sharp even as a bit of spit leaks out around the gag. KOS pushes his hair back from his forehead to grip it, satisfied by the way Diego's entire body shifts with the motion, unable to stay completely steady without the use of his hands.

"I knew you would look prettier like this," says, tilting Dazai’s head back and forth as if appraising him.

Diego glares at him, muffled sounds escaping through the gag.

KOS pats him gently on the cheek, patronizing. “Aww, poor baby can't even talk.” He follows that up with a slap that isn't at all gentle, the force of it knocking Diego onto his side. It seems to have caught even Diego off-guard because his eyes are wide and he didn't make any attempt to brace himself.

Using the rope around his arms, KOS pulls Diego back up onto his knees. This time, Diego sits back further, attempting to prepare himself for any further hits. KOS will allow it, he doesn't actually plan to hit him anymore, knowing his often-expressed hatred for pain. That was just a fun little experiment, wanting to see how far he could push before Diego would try to push back.

KOS gets the feeling that with a little more time, if he felt a little more settled into this dynamic, Diego would be a brat. And he loved taming brats.

I made this at 3AM.