celestiamour

[celestiamour]

hello anon who read tedesco fics and life has been enriched by it again—

ITS NOT JUST THE TEDESCO FICS I READ ITS EVERY CHARACTERS YOU MADE FOR IN CONCLAVE !!! It's so hard to find x readers honestly in this fandom and God, your works are just a marvel!!! I truly love them! I hope you keep writing them or writing your works in general. I love your works so much.

HI I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT😖😖 THESE OLD MEN + AGNES NEED MORE LOVE

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all my poor, poor wips that haven't been opened in months, i swear it's only been two days for me

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just stated watching the menu (2022) but i heard it’s not about cannibalism like what could it possibly be about otherwise if it’s a horror movie called THE MENU WYDM THEY ARENT SNACKING ON PEOPLE

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ as lovers do ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous ˚₊ ⊹

ft. seong gi-hun x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ it’s been so long since you've been together like this┊1.6k words

contains: smut!! dom gi-hun & sub reader┊established relationship (married), unprotected piv, riding, mention of belly bulges, trauma and squid game things

➤ author's note: i’m still not over it, it took me too long to open any squid game wips because it was just too painful (also how do people regularly write like 5k words help, my writing is short and ass oh my god)

there’s never been a more turbulent time in your marriage than there is now. all of the petty little arguments and drifts before have been resolved in less than a week, but this has been lasting for nearly two years. it hurts you more than you can bear to know that you’ll never understand the true extent of his suffering and internal turmoil, no matter how many times he shares that horrible story. you’ve listened to his recounting rambles so many times that you could recite them by heart as if you were actually there to experience it yourself, but you weren’t. you didn’t hear the barrage of gunshots, see the people around you dropping dead like their lives meant nothing, and feel your heart drop thinking that you would be the next victim with a single slip-up. you didn’t witness people turning on each other and losing their humanity in a frenzy of greed and desperation to survive. you didn’t lose your childhood best friend in the final game.

he isn’t crazy, despite what others may believe, with how he’s now a recluse who’s now living inside an abandoned love motel because his mother’s death haunts the home he’s been raised in all his life, but he’s on the brink of it. you sometimes wonder if he’ll snap one of these days and do something drastic, although you try not to think about it too much in case it would become reality. 

your husband’s days have been blurring together ever since he came back with the billions of won in his bank account and the permanent melancholy surrounding him. he never sleeps for more than four hours a day, and he smokes pack after pack of cigarettes and drinks like a fish with the smell clinging onto his clothing almost like he’s hoping death would claim him earlier for his unhealthy living habits. 

tonight, for example, you were woken up by rustling, reaching out to check on gi-hun only to find that he wasn’t there next to you and that his side of the bed was cold. opening your eyes with a sigh, you raised your head to find him hunched over by the computer, once again furiously clicking and typing away to review security footage, look for evidence of the games online on some underground forum, or anything else in hopes of finding an answer he had overlooked. he probably wasn’t even resting in the first place and was just lying still until you fell asleep with his eyes staring dully at the ceiling, thinking.

“gi-hun,” you muttered, “come back to bed.”

he didn’t notice you calling out to him at first, so engrossed in whatever he was reading that he didn’t hear you, even though the entire neighborhood was dead silent. you needed to roll out of bed to approach him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on top of his. he flinched at first, as if he was afraid you were one of the dreaded guards sneaking up to him to point a gun at his head, but relaxed once he realized it was you, “go back to bed, i’ll be there in a minute.”

“you always say that, but then you end up napping at your desk,” you pout. “come on, you can do your research in the morning, but it’s three in the morning right now, so please come back to bed and get some sleep.”

he was about to protest, but seeing the concern in your gaze made him relent without a second thought. he feels guilty for making you worry about him all of the time, able to see the stress starting to physically leave its toll on you in the form of dark under-eye bags and constant headaches. listening to you tonight is the least he could do, and maybe tomorrow, he’ll buy you some sweets from your favorite bakery as an apology for bothering you in the middle of the night.

lying him down in bed, you couldn’t help but place gentle kisses all along his face, almost like you were scared he would disappear if you let go of him for even a moment. he’s changed so much. his hair is shorter, he’s aged years and lost his boyish charm, there’s a certain hardness in his eyes, and he’s consumed by nightmares and unwanted memories of his past, but he’s still the man you love and adore under it all. “i love you so much,” you whispered, “i don’t want you to ever forget that.”

“i love you too… i’m hoping that you’re the one who won’t forget that…”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, unable to even think of a universe where you didn’t know of his love for you. “never in a million years…”

he pulled you closer, his hands on your waist, rolling onto his back so that he could feel your comforting weight resting on top of him. you make him wish he could forget all the horrors he’s experienced, to live a normal life where you both could enjoy his new money, living in a penthouse instead of camping out in an abandoned love hotel with an obsessive husband who couldn’t forget about the past, but your kindness and understanding towards him make him just want to cry in ways he’s forgotten how to.

before you knew it, you found yourself overcome with a feverish desire, starting to subtly grind your heat against him as your breathing became more labored, nothing but the thin fabric of your underwear and his pajama pants separating you from him. you couldn’t help but be embarrassed, getting so excited already just from a small makeout session, but he understood your needs without needing a single word exchanged.

one of his hands reached over to move the silky material to the side, running his index finger along your folds to collect the accumulating slick, pleasantly surprised to find you even more soaked than he initially anticipated. the little soft gasp you let out as he pushed into your opening sounded like that of an angel’s, gently adding a second one and moving them in a pleasurable scissoring motion to stretch you out for him.

it’s been a while, longer than he would like to admit. he’s a little worried that he would forget how to do it all and how to take care of you, yet once he started, it all came rushing back to him. he could feel you against his hardening cock, teasing it and making it stir within the confines of his pants. he’s ashamed that he’s neglected you for all this time, but he’ll make up for it the best he can. “hold still, you’re squirming too much.”

you whined out his name, “i can’t help it, it feels too good.” he’s barely done anything, but you’re already dripping all over his digits, and both of you could hear the erotic sounds starting to fill the room. you’re quick to take off your top as you become unable to bear the heat radiating off your body, allowing him to see your perfect tits and soft skin. “please, i need you so bad… i don’t wanna be patient, i just want you in me now…”

gi-hun would never deny you of anything you asked, allowing you to tug at his waistband for his erect cock to pop out and hastily lining up the leaking tip with your weeping entrance. it’s heaven to be inside of you, to feel himself encased in warmth with your velvety walls dragging against him each time he bucks his hips upward until he’s hitting the sweet spot that has you gasping. if he stared intently enough, he could almost see the outline of himself protruding from your lower stomach, making him feel like he was about to go mad in a different way entirely. even without any lights on, he could still see the outlines of your face and body, how your eyes were screwed tight, and how your lips were parted to let out more useless moans each time he rams into you. 

it felt different than usual, although you couldn’t explain why. maybe it’s because it’s been ages since you both slept together and you just missed the feeling, or maybe it’s because he’s currently fucking you with a raw and primal need that you thought had been snuffed out. 

god, you’re so wet that he would constantly be slipping out if he weren’t careful, almost as if your poor pussy was drooling at the euphoric sensation of his callous fingertips rubbing against your delicate clit. there was nothing else in the world he wanted more in the moment than to make you feel good, to make you fall apart and unravel, to remind you of how much he still loved you, even though he hadn’t been treating you like one of his top priorities. 

you couldn’t keep yourself propped up for much longer when your orgasm finally arrived, letting out a gasp and collapsing on top of him, trembling as the shock overcame you. he followed shortly after, unable to stop himself before filling your cunt deeply with his seed.

there was a moment of complete silence, the only thing being heard was heavy breathing. he could feel your chest heaving against his as well as the sticky mess of sweat and arousal covering both your skins. he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, making you turn your head to look at him with a pout, “well, now we can’t sleep yet because we need to clean up.”

you haven’t heard that playful tone in forever, and it made you smile like a dumb little girl in love despite your grown age, “will you carry me to the bath like a gentleman?”

“of course, i will.”

request:

can you write s2 gi hun x fem reader like reader lives with him in his abandoned motel and she wakes up at like 3 am to rustling and he’s working non stop trying to find the salesman to end the games so she gets out of bed and tells him to lay with her and she rides him to sleep :) i miss him so much it’s not even been a day yet

[celestiamour]

Hi, I don't mean to sound disrespectful, because I'm not. I'm just telling the truth. If you know you can't write my request(since as you answered me you still haven't seen the money heist korea and other reasons..), and you've been putting it aside for all this time, or probably u dont even know how to write it

, you could have told me.. so I wouldn't have waited so long with hope.

hi, i’m sorry you feel that way, i was intending to tackle other things before watching Korea money heist as you sent your request less than a month ago, but you’re 100% allowed to revoke your request and sent it to another writer 🫶

[celestiamour]

hi can i make a request?🩷

yes ofc 🫶

[celestiamour]

your tedesco fic enriched my life, i hope to read more of your content hehe. [gawd i would love more tedesco fics!]

ahhh i was worried no one was going to read conclave fics anymore so I'm so pleased to know that you liked the tedesco drabble ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

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would anyone like to hear me out on player 203

he also plays the homeless guy in train to busan

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privated the part one of my Vincent Benitez fic, I’ll repost a revamped full version soon </3

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just kidding the conclave fandom will never die…i won’t let it…no grave can hold this body down

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HIHI! I'm doing good :3 I was gna ask to be an anon but I sent the ask in too early 🫩🫩🫩 too late to stay mysterious now

It’s okay you’re still very mysterious to me

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HAIII! r u able to do a fic with se-mi with a gyaru reader? Ik Korea has beauty standards so I wonder what it's like with someone against those beauty standards?? or kinda where reader snuck in makeup and she does her makeup in the bathrooms every morning

ft. han se-mi x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ gyaru! reader┊0.4k words

contains: headcanons, slight jealousy

╰₊✧ se-mi will appreciate your alternative fashion and find it beautiful regardless of what category it may fall under, as she appreciates anything that goes against the general beauty standard, but she especially finds the way you wear the gyaru style to be beautiful. others find it to be tacky with the exaggerated eye makeup and hot pink cheetah print, but she loves it and finds it to match her own grunge fashion perfectly. even if people stare at you in the streets, she’ll just wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer, proud to have someone as extraordinary and fashion-forward as you as her girlfriend.

╰₊✧ she loves watching you dancing around in your room, getting ready with music blasting from your phone as you clip on your bows and pull up your leg warmers, finding it to be the cutest thing in the world. she could never put as much effort into her appearance as you do, which is exactly why she admires how dedicated you are to looking amazing so much.

╰₊✧ on occasion, you guys switch styles for fun. she’ll sit still, allowing you to dress her up like a doll and draw triangles on her face with contour, but the final results are often uncanny-looking, more so for you when you’re wearing baggy cargo jeans and oversized t-shirts without any accessories, so it never leaves the room and usually ends in a mini photoshoot along with a good laugh. 

╰₊✧ what se-mi didn’t anticipate, however, was your ability to keep up with it even inside the games where you don’t have access to your vast collection of gyaru fashion extras. 

after fighting with one of the guards to let her into the bathroom, she entered the women’s restroom and was taken aback to find you standing in front of the mirror doing your makeup, various items precariously balanced on the edges of the sink. “how did you even sneak all of that in here?”

“a girl never reveals her secrets,” you told casually, carefully applying your eyeliner like you didn’t somehow sneak in an entire bag’s worth of stuff into this place that didn’t even allow you to keep the clothing on your own backs.

╰₊✧ your blond hair makes you stand out like a sore thumb which attracts everyone’s attention, particularly those of kang mi-na because she likes people who are clearly knowledgeable in fashion and thanos because he loves unique people. se-mi might be a little jealous even if she doesn’t let it show, so she’s always sure to use terms of endearment on you and to sneak into your bunk late at night, just to make sure they don’t get any funny ideas.

[celestiamour]

hi

HIIII HOW ARE YOU DOING

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i kind of what to write for Vietnamese dramas that I have watched. i don't think anyone would read them, but I think it would be nice

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ft. goffredo tedesco x f! reader — conclave

╰₊✧ you wanna watch me while i watch tv (while you’re t-t-t-t-touching me)┊0.8k words

contains: smut!! dom tedesco & sub reader┊sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, unspecified but obviously legal age gap (he’s like late 60s/early 70s help it’s an age gap even if you’re 50), fingering and groping and tedesco being a perv

➤ author's note: that tedesco fic that won the poll is kicking my ass so here’s this because i still love conclave so much even if i haven’t been writing for it lately are you guys still there guys

“i don’t want you to leave,” you whined, burying your face into the crook of his shoulder. “i’m gonna miss you so much…”

“it will only be for a few days, dolcezza— a week at most.”

“but what if it goes on for longer? i read once that the longest conclave was almost three years, i don’t even want to imagine what i would do during that time without you.”

“don’t worry, tommaso would never allow it,” he promised, placing a kiss against your temple.

you only sighed wistfully, eyes trained on the television screen while snuggling even further into the warmth of his body. he used to visit daily once the sun had set, but ever since the pope’s death, he’s been visiting less and less with how busy he became. this was his first visit after five days, which might not sound like much, you’ve gone longer without speaking to your parents, but it made you feel like a girl in the olden days waiting for her love who was away at sea or war, and you didn’t need to ask him to know that he felt the same way when separated from you. 

some would say it’s embarrassing, perhaps others would even say it’s disgusting, for a man of his age and occupation to keep a woman as young as you were at his side for romantic companionship in exchange for financial help. you’re young enough to be his daughter, maybe even granddaughter, but truthfully, neither of you really cared. you’re an adult, and you’ve learned to adore the old man for more than his money, just as he’s learned to adore you for more than your beauty.

but your beauty really is something special, even when you aren’t doing anything except lounging around with your attention elsewhere. he couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on your face, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him until you were seated in his lap without questioning it. you’re dressed casually yet scarcely, in nothing but a simple oversized t-shirt that hides your upper thighs and underwear. his eyes trailed up your smooth, taut legs completely shamelessly, admiring the form of your body and how it disappears under the fabric. 

he’s anything but subtle, and you couldn’t help but let out a whine when you felt his large hands grip at your thighs and trail upwards, “i’m watching my show, you old pervert.” 

“then just keep watching, my dear, don’t pay me any mind.”

easier said than done. it was difficult to pay any attention to the dialogue of the characters when he wasted no time in lifting up your top, one hand reaching higher to grope at your breast while the other slipped past the elastic waistband of your underwear. you could feel him breathing down your neck and taking in the scent of your cherry blossom shampoo, your own breaths turning to shallow pants as he dipped two of his fingers into your core and watched them disappear.

he’s gentle at first, or at least, as gentle as a man like him can be, slowly pushing in and getting you increasingly wetter. your arousal starts coating his fingers and making them glisten with slick, allowing him to glide in and out with barely any resistance. heat began to envelop your body that was being fondled so casually, making you screw your eyes shut and instinctively cover your mouth to prevent any moans from slipping out, although the sound of squelching was becoming embarrassingly loud in your ears. 

“i thought you said you were watching your show.” 

peeking through your lashes, you looked ahead at the screen to see what was going on, but you were unable to concentrate on anything. their speech and faces were blurred, and you could think of nothing other than this thick fingers stretching you out and his thumb circling your clit. he’s holding you so close to him, his limbs caging you in and preventing you from squirming about, kissing your neck as you throw your head back on his shoulder. 

you’re so soaked that you’re dripping everywhere, sticking to the skin of your inner thighs and his fingers like webbing. all he did was tut at the mess you were making, but said nothing of it. he could only focus on the way you were clenching around him and unintentionally grinding at his stiffened cock hidden under his clothing until you finally unraveled, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull with a cry as you came to a complete stop to catch your breath. 

tedesco couldn’t help but chuckle at the little ‘pop’ sound that came when he pulled his hand from between your quivering thighs, “ahh, you did so good for me, bellissima, as always.”

[celestiamour]

hi could you write one about cho sang- woo/Berlin(which one u want is the same for me) where he is the head of a fashion agency: we are a young girl model(19) and he decides to take us to an hotel to f*k us (smut/humping). If u now the show verdades secretas yk

ps. Berlin or Cho sang-woo are not in the world of squid game or casa de papel korea.

hi, i have seen the previous time you sent this request, please be patient with me. i haven't seen korea money heist yet and I can't see sang-woo as head of a fashion agency so it might take some time

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ hell isn't a place, it's a person ]❜

ft. hwang in-ho x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ after the failed rebellion, the frontman takes you for his own┊2.4k words

contains: smut!! dom in-ho & sub reader┊extremely dubious consent due to drugging (via needle, sedative & aphrodisiacs), yandere in-ho, obsessive possessive behaviors, unspecified but obviously legal age gap, guilt & jealousy, receiving oral, unprotected piv, cockwarming, rushed/abrupt ending 

➤ author's note: fuck the ending of squid game and fuck the ending of this fic

now that the revolt had been squashed under his polished shoe like a stubborn roach, he wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about it all. the past few days were meant for him to keep an eye on you and seong gi-hun after you two teamed up to bring an end to the games, but he found himself forming a bond with his teammates that grew stronger as they overcame all of the obstacles thrown their way together. you all made him smile and laugh in ways he had forgotten how to, bringing warmth to his ice-cold heart and making him forget, even if it was just for a moment, the real reason why he was there. despite being the orchestrator of these sadistically savage games, he managed to find his soul that he thought was ripped away from him before, and it made him wonder late at night if there was a possibility of redemption.  

well, obviously, there wasn’t anymore, not when the pastel walls were painted with red and the grounds were littered with the bodies of the rebels who considered him to be their friend. at least they don’t know the truth of his betrayal, no, that’s something he has to carry on his own. the fight was over before it even started with how outnumbered they were, but they certainly made a mess of things before going out with a bang as the automated voice over the speakers called out their numbers when the guards were scanning them with their devices for signs of life.

the only one left alive was you, as per his orders, but you looked dead enough with the blood of your comrades splattered across your face and your entire body stiller than a statue. there was a little barely noticeable mark on your neck, showing where you had been pricked with a sedative after putting up quite a fight. unfortunately, you were no match for the guard who was holding the syringe when it came to wrestling. he’s sure it’s less painful than a bullet to the skull, but you might have preferred to die alongside the others rather than suffer the fate he had in store for you. you look so peaceful when you were knocked out, like you hadn’t just spent the past half-hour fighting for your life, a look he’s never seen before when you’ve been nothing but on edge ever since you got here. 

it’s pretty, and a shame that he’ll never see it again.

by the time you come back to reality, you feel sluggish and stiff, like your limbs were wooden planks that were rotten underwater. everything was hazy, and there was a nonstop ringing in your ears every time you tried to raise your head to examine your surroundings. there was a burning candle somewhere in the background, but you couldn’t pinpoint what the scent was, if it was fruity or floral, or where it was when all of the lights were a dim orange. all you could feel was silk, the expensive kind too: silk pillowcases, silk bedsheets, and a silk dress you don’t remember putting on. the stink of sweat and death that clung to you for the past few days was gone too, replaced with a pleasant vanilla as all the filth was washed off your body, leaving your skin in a soft state. it was all so opulent, like how you used to dream of waking up in the morning surrounded by all the luxuries money could buy and not a single care in the world. it was too bad you felt ill in a way you couldn’t explain, feeling warmth like a fever coursing throughout your veins and a strange ache blooming in your core that confused you.

the need only seemed to intensify with every passing second, and as you turned to your side, all you could do was lazily rub your thighs together. your breathing grew more labored as your hand reached down to the source of the heat, dipping your fingers in as in a poor attempt to soothe it. your movements are uncoordinated as if you had forgotten how to do it, like all of the experience from late nights spent alone or after an underperforming boyfriend was thrown out the window.

you heard the faint sound of a door unlocking and swinging open followed by footsteps, repeating as the door was locked behind them. the person stood at the foot of the bed as ominously as a sleep paralysis demon, tall, dark, and handsome, unsure of what to do about your current situation. not quite unsure though, more like hesitant.

“young-il?”

he hates the way you called out that name, so light and airy, full of trust and relief now that there was someone you recognized. you didn’t even care about the embarrassing state you were in, you were just happy that he was there with you. you had blind faith in him and believed he was a good person, there was no reason for you to believe otherwise. as one of your teammates, he always helped protect you during the games, defended you from a few male players who wanted to pick a fight with you because of rejection, and gave you some of his food to ensure that you never had to go hungry and had the energy to do your best.

it’s not him you were happy to see, it was young-il. you saw the kind older man who cracked jokes you would only laugh at out of pity, not the real him, who you would probably be screeching at and finding a way to attack him despite all of the physical difficulties you needed to overcome. 

is he jealous? what a stupid word for a man of his age and occupation, and a stupid sentiment too— jealous of the stupid alter ego he made up just so that he could fit in more seamlessly. you would never feel anything but pure hatred towards him unless he maintains the facade. he did all of this and kept you alive because he wanted to have something with you, something that wouldn’t be possible outside of the games, but he was foolishly naive to believe that. it was going to haunt the two of you for the rest of your mortal lives, but at least it was going to be spent together, whether you liked it or not.

“young-il,” you called out to him again, breaking him out of his thoughts, “could you please help me?”

you didn’t even know what you were asking from him, if you wanted him to help you figure out what was going on, or if you wanted him to help you alleviate your arousal. although it didn’t really matter what you had intended when you said it, there was only one thing he was willing to help you and it wasn’t the former. 

the mattress sank under him as he joined you on the bed, his movements slow and careful as if he were approaching a wounded wild animal. you looked confused about his clothing, why he was in a pitch black coat rather than the teal tracksuit you were given at the beginning, but didn’t question it since you were also dressed in something other than your usual clothing. his hand reached over to your forehead, measuring the temperature radiating off of your body, before cupping your face with his palm. 

you instinctively nuzzled into his touch, panting softly. the aphrodisiacs he had given you were really starting to kick in the presence of another, making you all pliant and needy for him like he dreamed of having you as, easy to influence however he pleased. “help me, please.”

he didn’t say anything but moved to do as you asked, situating himself between your legs as well as holding you under his arms and his intense gaze that was wandering all over your body, drinking in the sight of you looking up at him with those doe eyes he could drown in and your willingness to submit to him. it’s only because of the drugs affecting your mind, he knows that, but if he ignores that little voice in his head that reminds him that you would never love the real him, he could pretend you do and are admiring him as in-ho rather than young-il.

you kissed him first, pulling him towards you as his lips crashed onto yours, your limbs trapping him in your grasp as your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his. you wanted him in such a way that didn’t feel possible, like you would die if you didn’t have him right now to quench that insatiable thirst that was drying up your throat. what an irredeemable monster he is to be getting off to your desperation that he caused, but he would be an even bigger one if he left you to suffer alone.

“please, i need you so bad right now…”

“you need to be patient. i want to take my time with you.”

“no,” your whisper strained to a whine, “i want you now, please—”

his eyes trailed down your torso until they landed on your baby pink panties, an evident wet patch of arousal leaving a sticky, honeyed mess in between your thighs as you spread them a bit wider for him. he could smell the sweetness mixed with the soft vanilla scent from the bath the guards had given you, driving him insane to the point that he could feel himself salivating like a damn dog and losing all restraint as he shoved his face in for a taste.

you let out a mewl when his tongue made contact with your heat, laying flat between the folds with his nose nudging at your delicate clit as your fingers tangled with his dark locks and tugged on them to push him closer. normally, he wouldn’t have allowed you to be so bossy and exert any semblance of control over him. he would have halted all of his movements and tied you up to the bed as a reminder of who was really in charge, but decided against it. it’s not like you would have listened anyway, not when the desire of the flesh was overtaking any ounce of rational thinking you might have had left in that pretty head of yours.

all the while, you called out his name through frivolous cries and moans, the loveliest sounds from the song of the angel, only for you to shatter the illusion by calling out that cursed name instead. young-il, young-il, young-il—

“stop calling me that,” he hissed, voice low and dangerous, his hot breath fanning over your spit-slicked cunt and sending shivers down your spine, both at the sensation and at his tone of voice. you looked at him in confusion, understandably, but you seemed to be more annoyed at the fact that he stopped more than anything.

“okay, okay, i won’t, i won’t call you that,” you rambled, “just please don’t stop, please.”

needy, needy, needy, so good awfully needy and desperate for him to bring you to your peak. it might be one of his favorite sides he’s seen in you so far, before the side of you at complete peace from before, after the side of you displaying fiery rage and determination to help your friends out during the rebellion. now that he’s had his way, he’ll be seeing this every single night, keeping you as a companion for him to spoil and admire, away from your previous fate as a debt-ridden nobody. 

he continued with his ministrations, tongue-fucking your tight little slit and holding you down to prevent you from rocking against his face. there was a mixture of clear fluids starting to trickle down his chin and onto the sheets, but he paid it no mind, focused on nothing but making you climax so that he could finally take you for himself. his cock was rock-hard inside his trousers, oozing at the tip and clinging like cobwebs all over the inner fabric, wanting nothing more than to throw your legs over his shoulders and fuck you until you were leaking with his load. 

you’re quickly reduced to a mess, melting like putty in his hands and falling apart at the seams, head thrown back into the plush pillow and unable to stop yourself from squirming even though his fingers are digging into your sides as a warning. you’ve never felt anything like this before, a pleasure so intense you thought ecstasy would have been a better word to describe it. you chalked it up to his age and experience rather than knowing the extent of his obsession, but it didn’t matter to you what the reason was. all that mattered was that he made you finish, thighs trembling with a loud cry as your cunt gushed all over his lower face. 

he wasted no time in pulling down the waist belt of his slacks, allowing his cock to spring free and lining it up with your entrance. you couldn’t quite see him from this angle as your vision was covered by the black of his suit jacket, but you could certainly feel his size as his fat tip slowly started to bully its way into you. even though you were so soaked, there was still a noticeable stretch that was painful for the first few seconds before dissipating into pure bliss.

your breathing grew even more labored than it was before, letting out little pants as you tried to adjust to his thickness. he was getting impatient now that he’s started, bullying his way into you with shallow thrusts until he finally bottomed out with a groan. this is the closest he’ll ever be to heaven in this life and after, with his length buried in your warmth so deeply that he could feel his outline if he pressed down on your stomach. 

“... let’s stay like this for a bit…” he decided. he wanted to stay inside you like this forever, or at least for the rest of the night, appreciating every inch of you with the heavy head of his cock resting against your sweet spot and your velvety walls twitching around him. you didn’t protest, but you didn’t really have an option to say otherwise anyway, all you could do was fall asleep in his arms, blissfully unaware of what he had in store for you.