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LaDS x Reader | Acid Burns

Disclaimer | Fem reader | Injury Wc | 940 Note: Was going to write smut but it just went into a different direction oops. It’s also kind of rushed, sorry ☹. •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────••─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────••─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Bang! Bang! Bang!

You aimed your pistol at the terrifying wanderer, its acidic spittle barely missing your face as you ducked and rolled, tucking behind a hidden alcove. Your fellow hunters were scattered around various checkpoints, the multitude of wanderers on this little island needing both the UNICORNS team and foreign team to ward off the frightful beings.

Shots fired, you managed to blast through the creature’s head, its discoloured blood squirting over the ground, painting the green with its insides. “We need backup!” Tara exclaimed from a few meters away, her face scrunched in pain as she held her side.

You cursed, eyes surveying the bloody patch seeping through her hunter’s uniform. “Tara! Get out of here, you’ll be no use to us dead,” you commanded, eyes ablaze. You knew she wanted to argue, but with the blood seeping through her fingers, she knew better than to push on.

Besides, there was only one wanderer left.

Once you were certain Tara had left the vicinity, you jumped from your hiding place, pistols firing rapidly against the wanders breastplate. Fucking acidic bastards.

“That right, bastard,” you snickered, lips pulling as you watched its nostrils flare, breathing in your scent. “Come at me.” You swivelled, jumping over its head as it jumped at you, swirling confidently as your gun pointed at its eye, pulling the trigger.

A blast of acid flew from its mouth as the bullet infiltrated its iris, blasting its ‘brain’ to bits.

You heard screaming. Who was screaming? The last wanderer was dead. That’s when you realised it was you screaming. Peering down, face scrunched in pain, you watched helplessly as the acid burnt through the fabric atop your midriff, burning and gurgling as it settled against your skin.

Groans of pain escaped your lips, hands quivering as they hovered over the acidic burns covering the entire left side of your midriff, eyes welling with tears at the searing pain. Do not cry. Not here. Show no weakness.

You winced at your internal screaming, ignoring the fact it’d sounded too much like the Onychinus boss for your liking.

You watched in a daze, hunters passing by you and to you, their hands cradling and pulling at you. Stop. It hurts.

It hurts so much.

Your vision blurred, a hazy lens covering your eyes as you were lifted, being carried off to a medical carrier, until you blacked out.

You forgot to call Sylus back.

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You woke to bleary eyes and ringing ears. A small groan escaped your lips as you struggled to sit up, wincing as a sharp pain seared your side. The acid. The Wanderer. Passing out.

“You’re lucky to be alive,” A familiar voice said from the corner of the room. Zayne. “Had the acid been left any longer, it would have completely burnt through your skin and boiled your intestines.” You winced at the image, lifting a hand to rub at your temple.

You were silent, avoiding his probing eyes as your hand fiddled with the thin white sheet covering you, noticing the large bandages wrapped around your entire torso. Was it really that bad?

“It was really that bad,” Zayne deadpanned. “Apply this ointment to the entire area every night for the next three weeks. The pain should be completely gone by then.”

The next few weeks blurred by; your home had become the hub of visitation. Zayne made sure to come by every week to check on your burns and take quick diagnostics, though you surmised he’d been visiting to make sure you hadn’t dropped down dead since your last visits.

Xavier had dropped by once on the second week when you, according to him, had dropped off the face of the earth for an entire month. You seemed to have forgotten that you hadn’t seen the hunter for weeks before your accident.

“You almost died,” he murmured quietly once you’d told him about your encounter with the acidic wanderer. “I should have been there.” You couldn’t stand to watch him beat himself up over it, even if he’d left without saying a word for weeks.

That night he held onto you for hours, murmuring in his sleep every so often; just silly mutterings about neutralizing all acidic wanderers.

Every other night, you’d video call Sylus’, who had raged on for days about being too busy to come and see you in person, but he kept sending over Mephisto to keep you company, the bird always wrapped around your arms like a kitten.

“Silly bird,” you chuckled, finger scratching at his head as his beak opened into a squark. “You better tell your owner to come and see me soon.” You couldn’t help but pout.

A sudden pin sounded from your phone.

Criminal <3: Don’t pout too much. I’ll come and see you tomorrow.

: You Better. Mephisto misses you.

Criminal <3: Just Mephisto?

You couldn’t help the blush spreading across your cheeks. “Cheeky,” you muttered, lips protruding into a deeper pout.

A few days after that, Rafayel swirled in like a sea storm, bringing a multitude of snacks and paints with him.

“I have to paint my damsel in distress. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.” You could only roll your eyes.

Though, he did settle down next to your lying form, resting his palm against your forehead. “Don’t die on me, cutie. I forbid you from leaving me.” You chuckled, threading your hand through his.

“Why would I ever leave you?”

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Goo Kim x Reader | The Forgotten

Disclaimer | fem!reader | Angst | Lots of Angst | Death wc|1.2k Note: I did not expect that I'd be gone for so long so sorry lmao. I don't know if this is a come back, but if I have the time to write I will :)

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You weren’t a hateful person. You’d like to think you were the type of person who’d give anybody the benefit of the doubt.

That was the reason you didn’t mind Ria at first. She was smart, headstrong; something Goo’s group of misfits lacked. Even if she hung at his every word, every move. Even when the sparkling look in her eye became something deeper than just simple admiration for a leader.

You would have liked to think the reason Goo kept you around was because of the contrast between your characters. You were silent, but not shy, strong but not boastful. You’d fed into the delusion of him seeing his long-lost friend, Gun, inside of you.

That must have been the reason he’d forgotten about you, the reason she became the apple of his eye. You’d simply become too complacent, too boring. He bored of your attitude, your exciting spark dwindling behind hers, until it’d been completely snuffed out, outshined in its dull glow.

You wouldn’t deny your feelings for Goo, your utmost admiration for the strongest man you knew. You knew you’d be able to support him from the back, from the sidelines, even if he relied more on her strategies, her ideas and her warnings.

Even when it started to hurt, when your days distorted into one blurry glow of nothingness, passing by like a muffled videotape.  Only then, when your days became bleak and rainy, even when the starry sun shone in the sky, did you truly look at yourself.

Your gaunt face, sunken eyes, brittle bones; you were nothing but a corpse, waiting for one final push before you tripped and fell off that sparkly, golden bridge. It was no wonder he couldn’t bare to look at you.

You were no longer perfect, no longer strong.

You were a miserable, conniving beast; rotting from the inside as your organs decayed alongside your worthless heart. You’d be happy to be rid of the useless, betraying organ.

You’d have escaped this predicament if you’d been smarter, stronger. Like Ria.

Though, it seemed she wasn’t very smart after all.

She’d gotten herself caught, before you, nonetheless.

You’d have laughed if you weren’t nailed to the wall by chains. Though, it wasn’t really a wall, no, it was the mesh of a rickety plane, gliding a couple one-hundred feet over the ocean.

Ria wasn’t in any better state, purple and blue bruises marring her prefect skin. Though, you supposed, she didn’t have little chains shoved through the holes in her wrists. You flinched, shoving the thought of the dagger digging between your wrists, the harsh, grisly slide of metal heaving through your insides.

“Quiet, you shit,” one of the males snarled down at Ria, who’d been sobbing uncontrollably on the floor. You’d miscalculated her personality, it seemed. She was a weak bitch. A little punch and she’d started screaming her head off.

You’d barely made a wince when the daggers had pierced your veins, not making a sound as you felt the blood trickle down your palms, your life force along with it.

You could feel your consciousness fading with the lack of blood. Funnily enough, the chains shoved through your wounds were the only things currently stopping you from completely bleeding to death.

“Goo’s here,” one of the goons snickered, clutching his Glock like he would his shrivelled cock, which you’d make sure to rip off before you got out of here.

Unless the blood loss kicked in first.

Only someone like Goo would be able to infiltrate an aircraft hundreds of feet above ground with little detection. We all know he’s not here for you.

Of course he wasn’t here for you. He was here for his Ria, his light, his entertainment. As long as he got you out of the plane, you didn’t care what he did.

This was the final, pivotal moment, you told yourself to get over him. After this, you’d move on from him completely, find your own way in the world. You’d squash those feelings into oblivion and never think of them again.

“You know,” a snarky voice crooned from the side entrance of the plane. “I really hate it when lackeys touch my property.” His lips screwed into that familiar smirk as he looked over the masked men surrounding you and Ria.

That final look, now only a shard of a mirror of memories entwined like the ribbons of fate, was when you knew.

You knew it would come eventually, knowing Goo’s personality.

He glanced at your mauled wrists for barely a moment, no wince, not even pity or anger crossed his gaze. His eyes flickered to Ria’s bruised skin, and that when you knew.

He didn’t just find her entertaining. He loved her. The unemotional, murdering weapons genius was in love with Ria. Not as a fleeting, amusing conquest, he actually loved her.

He never even liked you, don’t be so naïve.

You watched in silence as one of the Goon’s snatched open the hatch of the back of the planes opening. You watched in silence as Goo jumped at Ria, wrapping her protectively in his arms without a second thought, not even throwing you a single glance.

You’d laugh if you had the energy for it, laugh at your heart being your own demise.

Your body scraped across the harsh metal floor, chains clanking against the ground, every nick and crack catching and grating against your wrists’ insides, carving away at the bone. You slid against the suction of air, it’s current pushing you closer and closer to the gaping opening, miles of blue sea expanding as far as your eye’s could see.

You glanced over shoulder, peering as far as your vision enabled. A deep, crooked part of you wished you’d never bothered to look.

In Goo’s strong, warm arms, Ria was wrapped in a safe cocoon, passed out in a heavenly embrace while her very own guardian angel peered over her with adoring eyes. He didn’t shed a single glance towards you, as you slid further and further away from them, shackles scraping like knives on a chalkboard.

Further and further, you slid away from the only man you’d ever… loved.

That man would never love you.

That man would never think of you.

That man would never spare you even a first glance.

And, predictably, you slid over the edge, body flailing about as the wind ruffled and ripped at your hair. Your body spun and spun, twirling lovingly with the punishing breeze as you hurtled closer and closer into the punishing blue.

As your body slammed into the unbreaking waves, neck snapping at the force of your unwanted body; your dying eyes gazed up at the cloudless sky; the grey that’d been clouding you dispersed into an array of azure blues.

Birds flittered and wound around each other, dancing and singing in harmony. A single, browning plane tittered into the distance, leaving not even a trace of its existence.

Maybe dying isn’t so bad after all.

But, as you slipped lower and lower into the depths of the blue sea, the new colour vanished, turning black before your body drummed across the seabed.

Your body floated aimlessly along the sand as your empty soul withered into nothingness, and before long, creatures and critters tore at your flesh as you decayed, rotting into nothing, as you had been when you were alive.

Forgotten.

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Come home, i miss u 🙏

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Kim gitae with reader who ran away maybe?(strangers to lovers basically) Anything you like as long it has smut 🙏😔

Gitae x Reader | That Strange Man

Disclaimer |fem!reader | Oral | P in V | Choking wc|3.4k Note: Sorry this took so long. I struggle when it comes to writing about Gitae as we don't really know much about him yet. Hope you Enjoy! •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────••─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────••─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

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Mexico.

Fucking Mexico.

You’d have slit the throat of any person who’d simply indicated that you would run away, to another country, with your tail tucked between your legs. You were a beast; you were the villain. You weren’t the one that ran, the imbecilic human parasites that surrounded you, were the ones that ran.

They ran from you.

But not anymore.

You were a wounded animal, a dethroned tyrant running from death. That black eyed bastard would get his comeuppance, you’d make sure of it. But, for now, you were stuck licking your wounds in the scorching heat of Mexico, dodging the creepy, slimy looks from rogue cartel members.

To think that the black-eyed bastard had been on your level made you fume with unquenched, fiery rage. You weren’t the only injured rat scurrying away; no, no, no, before that fight ended, you made damn sure to damage the fucker beyond repair, just like he’d done to you, and that jagged scar running down your back.

You sighed, running a hand through your unruly strands as the wind fluttered through, smashing its warm touch against your cheeks. Your legs ached; your temples throbbed with an impeding headache.

You simply wanted this day to end already.

Peeking around, you finally noticed your unfamiliar surroundings, now realising why you were receiving so many weird, slimy looks. The streets in this area all looked very similar, weaving and crossing into one-another, as if they all led to the same centre.

You cursed silently, the sudden realisation that you may have just wondered into the nest of one of the most dangerous cartels in Mexico, which was said to have had its main base in this city.

It was just your luck, to run into the most infamous cartel in Mexico, all because you were stuck in your own head.

This is why you take care to survey your surroundings, dipshit, you scolded yourself, letting out a quiet, scattered sigh as your turned to leave. You could feel holes lasering into your back but chose to ignore it. Better to flee now before more attention is wrought upon you.

Your legs swept rapidly across the cracking pavements, determined to reach the shopping centre and the better side of town, as soon as possible. You may be able to fight, but you cannot fight against a gun.

You could certainly try, but more often than not, gun fights ended with a trip to the hospital or a trip down under. You did not want to be going down under anytime soon.

You sighed with relief as the light churned and burst in front of the last alleyway, your form stepping out into the heavenly light, its beams caressing gently at your cheeks.

You turned to the right, your body colliding into a large, solid wall. You frowned, wincing as your still-injured shoulder smashed into the hard material.

A frown furrowed your brows as you noticed the very warm skin, and very real leather jacket on this supposed ‘wall’. Of-fucking-course. You’re so smart, a wall, she said. You scoffed internally, eyes peeking upwards and clashing with dead, tired eyes.

He’s kind of… handsome. And Korean?

“Oh, sorry,” You apologised in Korean, bowing before you turned to leave. A harsh grip wrapped itself around your wrist before you could leave, causing your eyes to narrow with annoyance. Why do I always have to beat fuckers up in every country I go to?

“Korean?” his timbre was low and grumbly, like a quiet tiger creeping through the night, deadly but silent. His tone brushed over you deliciously, sending a shockwave of shivers down your spine. You could feel that jagged scar running up your back tingling, filling with heat and itching at the sides.

Your head tilted slightly, eyes clashing to meet his again, your eyebrows furrowing at the sudden light twinkling in his dark irises. “Yes?” you answered his question, eyes lowering to his still too-tight grip on your wrist. “Can I help you?” you asked robotically, eyes void and face mostly blank, like always. He watched you with something akin to curiosity across his features, his grip loosening only slightly. You still couldn’t ignore the intimidating aura surrounding this mysterious man, the cold, detached look behind his eyes.

He was a bit like you, really, just harsher, darker and more serious, which you assumed came with age. He looked at least five years older than yourself, with tired bags beneath his eyelids. It made him seem more… enigmatic, in a way.

“Be careful down there,” he stated simply, as if words of protection were foreign to his own lips. You nodded, though filled with confusion, tugging your hand from his completely loosened grip with quite a bit of force.  He looked down at your free hand, eyebrow raised and a hint of curiosity in his gaze, as he stared you down.

You felt almost shy behind the towering walls surrounding your mind, the single place you locked away all and any type of feeling, hiding and cowering in the dark as you put on an emotionless front.

“Thankyou…?” you frowned, tilting away from the strange, towering male. “I’ll… see you around,” you stated simply, finally taking the initiative to walk away, ignoring the continued warm touch against your back, his eyes a never leaving presence until your form disappeared into the far distance, where his eyes could no longer brush with their detached look.

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You hadn’t been able to get that strange man’s presence out of your life for the past two months. You’d sworn you’d felt the heavy impact of his gaze over the first few weeks, your eyes peeking at every corner in attempt to find the strangely alluring man.

During the second month, you’d bumped into him again, though you were sure he’d planned it accordingly. “You again?” you murmured, head tilting upwards to peer into his eyes. He’d looked almost proud, as if nobody somewhat normal had ever looked him in the eye without trembling with fear.

You knew who he was now, having searched up Mexican cartels once you’d reached your shabby apartment on the other side of town. There wasn’t a single full-face shot of the mysterious man, only a single snap of the side of his head, his usual slicked back hair brushing against the sliver of skin shown to the side of the shot.

You’d thought of him as dangerous, but you hadn’t realised he’d been the leader, the drug lord, of one of the most notorious cartels in the entirety of Mexico.

“Me again,” he’d stated, eyes peering into yours, almost as if he’d had invisible hands reaching into your Scalera and into your brain, trying to pry it open and reveal all your secrets to him. However, you were no sissy, and you certainly weren’t a weakling.

Not many could say they’d been up against Gun Park at full strength and injured him. Though, he did injure you beyond repair, too.

You brushed thoughts of that man behind, there was no use dwelling on the death threats that made you scurry away to Mexico in the first place.

“You know who I am, don’t you?” He said as he slung you towards the corner of the alley, just away from the shopping centre.

Away from prying eyes.

You nodded mutely. If he put an end to you, then so be it. You’d lived your life, though not much of it, and it’d been pretty ass so far. You’d been scarred and hurt and broken, but you would not let your mind break. It was one of the only things you had left to yourself, and if you had to get murdered to keep your mind your own, unbroken and untouched, then so be it.

“Yet, you aren’t running,” he mused, tapping a finger against your temple as you looked on emotionlessly. “I don’t care for the horror or fear of death. I have lived, and I have died in many ways already. Kill me or don’t, I don’t have the capacity to care or think of it,” you told him stiffly, eyes narrowed, and tone agitated. He smirked, a teasing, out of this world smirk.

You’d felt like you’d been stabbed into a secret, one you and only you’d be able to hold and nurture and protect.

“Come with me,” he ordered, his hand wrapping around your forearm as he dragged you behind him. “Why? Where are you taking me?” you demanded, feet tapping rapidly as you tried to keep up with his pace.

“There is no one in this world I care for, respect or love. But you,” he let out a cackling laugh, a laugh so beautiful, you’d found it hard to continue breathing. Breathtaking. “You, my angel, have somehow earned a slither of my emotion; emotion I do not usually feel.”

He came to an abrupt halt, turning on you as he crowded you against another stray wall. “But that’s the thing about emotion, angel. I’m the monster of your story, and you are the light that smothers me. I’ll ruin you; I’ll ruin you so beautiful, and you’ll simply adore me for it,” he crooned into your ear, warm lips touching and suckling at your lobe and the large expanse of skin beneath.

I’ll ruin you.

You couldn’t help but let out a stray moan as his hand lowers to squeeze against your clothed breast, cheeks heating at the feel of his lips tipping upwards against your neck, an array of goosebumps lighting up across your skin.

His hand lowered beneath your shirt, shoving up inside your bra as his fingers tweaked your nipple. Bursts of pain and pleasure slithered through your charged veins, the throb between your legs growing more and more.

Your cheeks heated even more as you felt the wetness between your thighs start to gather, his fingers reaching down from your breasts to the waistband of your shorts, fingers dipping beneath your underwear as his index finger dipped into your tight cunt.

“Look at you, so wet for me. After all you know about me, what I’ve done and what I do. Your pussy’s weeping for my fingers, for my cock,” he breathed against your ear, his erection pressing against your side, and you could already tell he was big.

“I’m not going to fuck you today, my angel,” he said as his fingers thrust in and out of your soaping pussy, squelching noises filling and echoing your surroundings, proof of your wetness and absolute need for this psychotic man. He added another finger, stretching your tight channel further, his thumb circling your clit, and you couldn’t help but grind against his hand. “I’m going to fuck you dumb with my fingers, make you shake and tremble with pleasure, before I leave you here as if I was just your ghost,” he murmured, his third finger sliding into your pussy, adding and stretching and exploding your pleasure, reaching you to heights you never thought, with just a simple finger fucking.

For all evil this man was, he knew how to get a girl off really good. You found it harder and harder to reign your moans in, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his fingers thrusted deeper and deeper into your tight channel, pleasure coiling and burning in your stomach.

His hands were so big, his fingers stretched you so wide and strong, you were just so full. The heat across your cheeks darkened as your eyes fully rolled back, spine arching into him as you came all over his fingers, a quiet scream escaping your lips at the ecstasy firing through your blood.

“You come so prettily, too,” he hummed, finger beneath your chin as he tiped your head up, forcing your embarrassed gaze to his. “Next time I want you to scream my name as you come all over me. I’ll see you again soon, my angel,” he whispered, his body disappearing from your dishevelled state in a fraction of a second, a single name carrying across the wind.

Gitae Kim.

Your eyebrows furrow, suspicion arising at his rapid speed.

Is he like Gun Park? And that last name…

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It had only been a week since then, a total of almost three months since you’d met the man at all. Gitae Kim was a total enigma, one you knew came from the first generation. You’d not a doubt in your mind, that he’d somehow been involved with James Lee, who was only a couple of years older than yourself.

You hadn’t known what to think of the man. You either thought wary or lusty thoughts, neither deterring you from wanting to seek him out, to just see him. It had been as if he’d planted his very own obsession inside of you, your thoughts consumed with him and only him. He was never one to stray from your thoughts, and you needed to see him again.

At least until you left to go back to Korea. You’d felt like you’d recovered enough from your injury and felt it time you go back home. But, before you went back, you just wanted to gaze upon Gitae Kim one last time.

That was how you found yourself wondering down the dingy, shadowed alleyway under the ghastly gloom of the moon. Peeks of light filtered through the small gaps in the building as your feet patted quietly against the concrete pavement.

Your hood masked your hair and disguised your feminine form from any creepers, your stature looking like that of a mans as you traversed through the multiple alleyways, face set into a determined expression as you stalked forward.

“What do we have here,” a slimy male voice crooned from the side of you, his gaze clicking with the other man opposite you. “A little boy’s gotten lost,” The other males voice snickered, just as you felt shivers track down your spine.

Fuck, I didn’t want to be noticed.

In your hurry to get to Gitae, you’d completely forgone your usual masked presence, feet patting loudly and obviously, which had obviously wrought you unwanted attention.

You really didn’t feel like fighting two massive, fully-grown adult males right now. Though they weren’t as menacing as Gitae, you couldn’t help but think they were strong, and that you weren’t at your best. No, you were probably at your worst, even after mostly recovering. Now that you’d reflected, you’d probably barely recovered at all.

Maybe they’ll take me to Gitae. If not, I’ll have to use what’s left of my recovered energy, to take them out.

“You should know better than to come to this side of the city, boy,” one of the goons snickered, their hand wrenching the back of your neck in a tight grip, before dragging you forwards, deeper into the nest of the Cartel.

What felt like eons, but was likely only minutes, finally passed, and you found yourself bang in the middle of the cartel gang. Men of all sizes surrounded the space in a funny-looking circle, and a single man- Gitae – sat on a metal, rectangular box, at the front of the space.

“Sir, we found this boy lurking on the outskirts of our den,” the goon holding you explain, head bowed in respect, as the other goons grip tightened harshly on your upper arm. You could see Gitae’s eyes narrowing on you menacingly, but you couldn’t find it in you to be scared.

You knew this was what he was really like, he was an infamous cartel drug-lord, for one, and the menacing aura that had always followed him like a shadow should have made that fact even more obvious.

Gitae stops in front of you, his hand tugging down your hood. A flash of recognition flies through his eyes, his lip lifting into a rare smirk at the mutters echoing around the space.

“A little Birdy got lost,” He crooned, before his face fell flat and his expression became one of stone. “However, this little birdy is here for me.” His gaze narrows on his followers. “Get to work,” he barked, before grabbing your arm and stalking towards a single door to the right of the space.

He leads you into what you assume is quarters, leading you deep into the home, then tugging open a door hidden in an enclosed corner. “My angel came to find me,” He murmured, his hand holding your cheek as he towered over you.

“I wanted to see you before I left,” You blurted out, cheeks heating at your lack of brain around this one man. “Left?” He asked, tone stoney, while his eyes dragged you into his storm. “I’m going back to Korea,” you said, not breaking eye contact with the menace.

Gitae smirked, “And you wanted to see me one last time?” Despite yourself, and despite his mocking smile, you couldn’t help but nod at his question.

That was before you found yourself flat against soft satin sheets, a red hue flushed across your cheeks, eyes hazed with lust and lips parted into a tiny pout as Gitaes large cocked rammed in and out of your opening.

“Ngh~ slow down,” you whimpered, the sound of obscene squelching filling the room as Gitae rutted in and out of your wet cunt, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, at the delicious stretch of your pussy around his thick cock.

He smirked, lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder as he angled his hips, hitting you deeper and deeper with each thrust, until you could almost feel him at the bottom of your stomach. “We all know you’re a slut for my cock, my angel. Shut up and take me like a good girl.”

You could see the haze of lust blurring his vision as his thrust became quicker and sloppier, your vision blacking out for a second, as his hand wrapped around your throat squeezed with an almost gentle pressure.

His pelvis brushed and slid against your weeping clitoris with every single thrust into your squelching cunt, pleasure soring through your veins as your mouth parted with a partially loud moan. The tightness in your stomach exploded, your pussy clenching down onto Gitae’s cock as you came, nails digging into his shoulders and drawing blood as you rode out your orgasm.

Still sensitive, you were overloaded with aftershocks of pleasure as Gitae carried on ploughing into your tight channel, thrusts becoming harder and harder as he chased his own high. A small, gravely groan escaped his lips as he came, the feel of cold matter entering you causing you to explode around his cock one last time.

His still semi-hard cock left your tight cunt, his lips locking with yours as you battled tongues. A trail of saliva connected you before he broke off and moved down your body, head burrowing to peek at your swollen, pink cunt, still flowing with your juices and his cum.

His wet appendage sprung out, licking and sucking at your tender clit. You moaned out in protest, pussy clenching and eyes rolling back at the overstimulation. “Don’t try and protest, my angel. I can see your needy cunt clenching right in front of my eyes,” He crooned into your cunt, his voice vibrating against your sensitive channel as he slipped his tongue into your cunt, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow circles.

That swirling ball of pleasure grew again in your stomach, tightening and tightening as his tongue thrust in and out of your wet cunt, squelching and obscene sounds becoming louder and louder as you moaned and screamed on is tongue.

Your orgasm rushed through you at the added pressure against your clit, your hands reaching to clutch at Gitae’s raven locks as you came on his tongue. “Delicious.” You watched with flushed cheeks as he loomed over you, the residual of your juices marring his mouth and chin.

He leaned over you, lips licking at your juices left on his mouth before his breath hit your ear. “I think I’ve become particularly addicted to the taste of your pussy, my angel. I’ll be coming with you to Korea.”

You had a feeling he’d already been set on returning to Korea before you came into the picture, he’d just decided to take you with him on his menacing mission of destruction.

You couldn’t say you weren’t looking forward to it.

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The absolute need i have to sit on this man, you don't even know.

I'd do backflips to be in this mans presence, even if it was just for 10 seconds 😔

Sorry Jake. 😘

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joongoo x reader (friends to lovers trope) friendly late night drive turned into *cough cough* late night quality love time ?

Thank you in advance !

Goo x Reader | The Car Ride

Disclaimer | fem!reader | Fingering | P in V | Sort of Choking |

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Note: My first request and post!! Wooo. I hope you like it! More of a moody/serious goo than a psychotic goo in this one <3

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You hadn’t meant for that unpleasant feeling to start crawling its way up your arms, through your veins and into your heart. Goo had always just been a friend, and only a friend. It had been hard enough as it was to even become an important, friendly, figure in his life. You weren’t one of his secret friends, you were just you.

You were somebody who’d wormed your way into his chaotic life, bringing peace and calm against the clashing frenzy inside his head. You were the sweet to his unveiled bitter, his person against the becomingly fragile smile across his lips.

Yet, you buried those feelings, stashing them away into the darkest pits of your consciousness, and slammed the door shut as to never let them return to the surface. He may treat you better than his secret friends, and yes, you were worthy enough in your fighting prowess, but what right did you have to put those feelings onto him?

He was a magnificent lunatic, and you, well you were just you.

“Watch-you thinking about?” a voice drawled from your ear, the feathery brush of their hair prickling at your cheek. Peeking down, you take notice of the bright array of blond, your thoughts receding as you snapped back to reality.   

“Nothing,” you murmured, eyes trailing across the newly acquired scratch above his eyebrow. He’d been much more agitated lately. Samuel had simply informed you that he’d been itching for a fight, but you knew better. You knew whatever this mood he was in wasn’t from wanting to fight, but you couldn’t quite figure out what was actually bothering him.

“What’s on your mind?” you countered, a single eyebrow raised as you peeked over, eyes clashing with his. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t doing anything. It wasn’t usual for him to act serious, to avoid the front he so avidly put on.

His eyes seemed almost tired; his lips pulled down tightly into a scowl as he gazed upon your face. “Just Gun being Gun,” he stated simply. You were surprised that’d been all the damage Gun had left on Goo. They were equals, through and through.

“Didn’t leave much of a scratch, did he?” you pondered, back leaning against the concrete wall- except that wall was Goo, and he was as still as a board behind you, his left arm slowly wrapping around your waist. “It wasn’t a… serious fight.”

You raised a brow, “Obviously,” You drawled. His breath tickled your neck, his arm squeezing your waist as he forcefully moved you forward, towards his Porsche. “Where are we going?” You asked, head tilted in confusion. He levelled you with his eyes, “My place.”

You shrugged, used to sitting by him on the sofa while he screamed at the game or show on the TV screen. Sliding into the passenger seat, you watched Goo through the corner of your eye, peeking as he started the engine and drove you both away.

“Are you sure you’re good?” You blurt out, eyeing his non-existent smile. It seemed like it’d been eons since you’d last seen him smile; fake or real. His held tilted towards you, eyeing you with a spark of… something in his eyes. “I’ll call a few girls over after you’ve left.”

Ouch. You couldn’t deny that it hadn’t hurt. The fact that he’d never be the type to sleep with someone like you, let alone be loyal. It really, really hurt, as if a hot poker had seared through your heart, demolishing the tiny box of him in there, crumbling it like ash and burrowing it away like a simple, forgotten memory.

It made you angry. Really, really angry. You felt the devil on your shoulder grow, fuming and steaming and spitting in fury. How dare he. How dare I still have these stupid feelings.

“Sure,” you smirked falsely, finger tapping your temple. “I can call over one of the guys to take me home. Maybe stay the night too, if they want,” You pondered, eyes flying to the roof of the car in mock thought.

His hands clenching tightly against the wheel didn’t go unnoticed, and the deep glare in his eyes- you couldn’t say it didn’t surprise you. “Will you now?” He ground out. You nodded, picking up your phone. “I’ll call one of them now, in advance. Makes life easier, and all.”

You were really going to do this. You were really going to make a point by potentially sleeping with someone else to potentially get at him. You were just friends.

Opening up your contacts, you let out a startled yelp as the phone was wrenched from your hands, watching with wide eyes as Goo discarded it somewhere on the floor in front of the back seats. “Wha-” you startled, eyes widening as Goo’s lips slammed roughly onto your own.

You couldn’t help yourself, couldn’t help but to melt into his passionate, hard kiss. His tongue licked at the seem of your own, demanding entrance. You denied him, stubborn to a fault as you tried to remain with just a little power.

That plan went awry once his teeth nibbled on your bottom lip, mouth parting with a gasp. At the opportunity, his tongue slid up against your own, battling and winning in dominance.

You let out a yelp when he dragged you over to the driver’s side, your knees on either side of him as he settled your core over the hard bulge in his suit pants. Are we really going to do this?

His lips meshed with your own, as he grinded you against his thickening length. Yes, yes, we are.

Your hands reached for his suit jacket, groaning as Goo pulled away from your mouth. His smile- his smug smile- was aimed directly at you, his eyes narrowed with lust as he ripped his suit jacket from his body. Smashing your lips against his once more, your hands pulled at his shirt buttons.

Annoyed at the slow progress, you ripped the shirt, buttons flying everywhere as your hands ran down his shoulders, down to his pecs. “Eager, are we?” he chuckled against your lips, eyes darkening as your hands ran over his abs, dipping closer and closer to the waist of his suit pants. “Says you,” you whispered breathlessly, arms reaching for the hem of your t-shirt to pull it over your head.

Goo groaned, his length swelling even further at the sight of your red lacy bra. His hands reached for your back, unclasping the material as your boobs bounced free. His lips left your own as he reached over to take a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud as you let out a small moan.

You ground harder against his clothed cock, head thrown back at the stimulation against your clit, while Goo switched to sucking and nipping your other neglected nipple. Reaching for his waistband, you tugged his suit pants down his legs. You couldn’t help but widen your eyes at the sight of his engorged, clothed cock. If it had already looked this big now, how would it look free?

How would it even fit?

Goo smirked, reaching for your shorts and tugging them down your legs. “Don’t worry, it’ll fit.” Your mouths clashed together once more, while Goo discarded both your undergarments. You were right, his Cock was huge.

His hand reached down to your core, his finger dipping into the wet channel of your cunt. “Soaking for me, aren’t you?” he chuckled, squelching sounds filling the car as his finger dipped in and out of your hole. Little sighs and moans escaped your lips at the building pressure in your gut, eyes rolling back as he added a second and third finger.

His thumb circled your clit slowly, dragging out your pleasure as you moaned, moving your head to lie against his neck, arms wrapped loosely against his shoulders as his fingers tortured you. Just as you were on the cusp of pleasure, his fingers left your cunt.

“Suck,” He demanded as he brought his fingers to your mouth. You obeyed, lips wrapping around his digits, swirling your tongue around them as you tasted your own juices. Leaving them with a pop, you looked down at his lust filled gaze. “You’ll come on my cock, baby, not my fingers.”

Leaning over him, his hands held the sides of your waist as you lowered your cunt onto his cock, your walls stretching to accommodate his large size. A loud moan escaped your lips as he bottomed out inside of you, the tinge of pain at your cervix only adding to your pleasure.

Using his hands around your waist, he bounced you up and down his cock, his hips slapping to meet your thighs. Loud squelching filled the air alongside your loud moans and the little grunts of pleasure escaping Goo’s throat.

One of his hands moved up to wrap around your throat, not to squeeze, but to run his thumb up and down the pulse in your neck, letting you know that your life was in his hands.

I’d let you destroy me if you wanted to.

He seemed to have read the thoughts flushing like light speed through your head, his gaze softening slightly, looking at you like he’d never looked at another. This was what made it so hard to burry those feelings so deep inside of you. He’d never looked nor treated any other like he does you. But why? Why does he treat me so?

His hips hammered up faster and faster into your cunt, juices running down his thick length as he brought you to levels of pleasure you didn’t know were possible. His hand tightened against your throat, lips smashing against yours as his hips slammed and slammed into yours, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sheer pleasure bolting through your veins.

His cock nicked and prodded at every sensitive spot inside your channel, rubbing and squelching against the sides of your cunt. His hips moved to piston deeper into your own, angling so far inside of you until he’d started to brush your cervix with almost every thrust. The pain courses your pleasure to higher levels, the noises escaping your throat becoming more and more obscene with every thrust.

“You like that, don’t you,” Goo crooned into your ear, his hand slapping your ass as his cock thrusted into your cunt over and over. “You like me filling your needy cunt with my cock. No other man would ever be able to make you react like I do,” He snarled, hips becoming rougher and faster as he cackles at your deranged, pleasure filled moans.  

“I’ll ruin you for every other man. Ruin you so bad that the only choice you’ll have is to come back to me, so I can fuck the thoughts of them out of your head.” His dark chuckle reverberates through your entire being, your clit brushing his pelvis with every single thrust. “That right. I’ll make you my pleasure filled girl every single time you bounce on my cock.”

You could feel the tightening of your gut, the burning in your veins as the pleasure wrought you higher and higher, as if you’d flown above the clouds. “You wanted to know what was wrong with me? It was you, all long it was you,” he laughed cruelly. “You are mine; you were always mine. Since I let you into my life. You were never going to be my friend, you silly girl. You were mine.”

You let out a scream as an orgasm rushed through you at his words, at the words you’ve been begging and praying to hear since you first entered his home, since the first time you sat with him on his sofa and watched anime.  

He groaned as your walls tightened around him at your finish. “You were always mine, Goo,” You whispered into his ear. “Since the beginning. Touch any other girl but me and i'll skewer this cock we both seem to love so much,” You murmured into his ear, smirking as his own orgasm rocked through him at your words, his cum filling you.

He pulled away from you, his genuine, cheeky smile flashing up at you. “You are mine and I am yours,” he crooned, his head reaching for your neck so he could bite down and suckle on your skin.

Mine, forever.

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Anyone else find Daniel calling Gun 'Hyeong' absoloutley adorable. Cause i know i did.

In the feels 😔