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Whispers of Regret

Oneshot: Fem! Reader x Ex Boyfriend! Hwang In-Ho

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Warnings: Angst with Smut, P n V, Oral (F! Receiving), Regret, Comfort, lots of flashbacks, teasing, flirting, fingering.

Word Count: 6185

Author’s Notes: I haven’t write something long for a oneshot in a while, i wrote this while in a meeting…Also i want to thank you @sylviavf for requesting this one, I apologize it took a while I don’t want to rush it, the request is way too good to be rushed.

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The gala was in full swing, the air thick with the hum of conversation and the clink of glasses.

You adjusted the strap of your dress, smoothing down the fabric as you scanned the room.

It was one of those events where everyone looked like they belonged on the cover of a magazine, and you couldn’t help but feel a little out of place. That is, until your eyes locked with a familiar pair across the room.

Hwang In-Ho.

Your breath caught for a moment, and you quickly glanced away, pretending to focus on the champagne flute in your hand. But you could feel his gaze still on you, heavy and undeniable. When you finally dared to look back, he was already making his way over, his steps steady, his presence commanding.

“Hey,” he said, stopping a respectful distance away. His voice was warm, but there was a hesitance in it, like he wasn’t quite sure how this would go. “Fancy running into you here.”

“In-Ho,” you replied, forcing a smile. “Yeah, small world.”

The silence that followed was suffocating, both of you clearly unsure of how to navigate this unexpected reunion. He was the first to break it, his lips curling into that familiar half-smile that always managed to disarm you.

“You look… amazing,” he said, his eyes sweeping over you in a way that made your skin tingle. “Stunning, really.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, and you quickly looked down at your drink. “Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

And he didn’t. The years had been kind to him, his sharp jawline even more defined, his shoulders broader. He was dressed in a sleek black suit that hugged his frame perfectly, and you couldn’t help but notice how well he carried himself.

“So,” he began, shifting slightly on his feet. “How have you been? It’s been… what, three years?”

“Just about,” you replied, nodding. “I’ve been good. Busy, you know how it is. And you?”

“Same. Work’s been nonstop,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “But I can't complain. It’s what I signed up for.”

There was a pause, and then he added, softer, “I thought about calling you a few times. But I wasn’t sure if…”

He trailed off, and you finished for him. “If it was a good idea?”

He chuckled lightly, the sound low and warm.

“Yeah. Something like that.”

—

“I can’t do this anymore, In-Ho. I just… I can’t.” You stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed tightly over your chest, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to keep it steady. The words hung in the air like a blade, sharp and unyielding.

In-Ho froze halfway across the room, his coat still slung over one arm, his tie loosened from a long day at the office. His brow furrowed as he absorbed your words, his dark eyes searching your face for something—anything—to make sense of what you were saying. “What are you talking about?” His voice was calm, but there was a tension beneath it, like a thread pulled too tight.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you shot back, your frustration bubbling over. “We’ve been through this a hundred times. I ask for time, for us, and you just… you don’t hear me. Or maybe you do, but it doesn’t matter enough for you to change anything.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, a gesture you knew meant he was trying to buy himself time to think. “I’m trying,” he said quietly. “You know I’m trying. But work—it’s not something I can just walk away from. You knew that when we started this.”

“Yeah, I knew you were dedicated,” you said, your voice cracking. “But I didn’t know it would feel like I was competing with your job for scraps of your attention. I didn’t know I’d be sitting here night after night, waiting for you to come home, only to have you fall asleep on the couch before we even have a chance to talk.”

In-Ho stepped closer, his expression softening, but you held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. “Don’t,” you said firmly. “Don’t try to fix this with a hug or a kiss. It’s not going to work this time.”

He hesitated, then nodded, taking a step back. His coat slipped from his arm and fell to the floor, but he didn’t seem to notice. “What do you want me to say?” he asked, his voice quiet but edged with frustration. “I can’t just quit my job. That’s not an option.”

“I’m not asking you to quit,” you said, your voice rising. “I’m asking you to choose. Choose me. Choose us. Even if it’s just for one night. Just… show me that I matter enough for you to put everything else aside for once.”

In-Ho stared at you, his jaw tightening as he processed your words. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall, each second stretching out into eternity. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and measured. “You do matter. You know you do.”

“Then prove it,” you challenged, your heart pounding in your chest. “Because right now, it feels like I’m just… background noise. Something you can tune out when it gets too loud.”

He took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging under the weight of your words. “I don’t know what you want from me,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m doing the best I can.”

“Maybe your best isn’t enough,” you said, the words tearing out of you before you could stop them. As soon as they were out, you regretted them, but it was too late to take them back.

In-Ho flinched as if you’d slapped him, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence between you was heavy, suffocating, and you could feel the walls closing in around you. Finally, In-Ho broke the silence, his voice steady but laced with pain. “If that’s how you feel… then maybe we should talk about ending this.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you wondered if this was what you wanted. If this was the only way to stop the ache in your chest every time he walked out the door without looking back. “Maybe we should,” you said softly, your voice barely audible.

In-Ho nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “If that’s what you need… then I’ll respect that.” There was a finality in his tone that made your stomach twist, but you couldn’t bring yourself to argue. Instead, you just stood there, staring at him as the reality of what you’d just said settled over both of you.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, without a word, In-Ho turned and walked out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the echo of your own words.

Earlier that evening…

You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly as you waited for In-Ho to come home. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, marking the passage of time with an almost cruel precision. It was past nine, and he hadn’t even texted to let you know he’d be late again.

When you heard the key turn in the lock, you straightened up instinctively, your heart skipping a beat despite your annoyance. The door opened, and In-Ho stepped inside, looking as exhausted as ever. His suit jacket was slung over one arm, and his tie was loose around his neck. He gave you a tired smile as he kicked off his shoes. “Hey,” he said softly.

“Hey,” you replied, your voice flat. You didn’t mean to sound so cold, but the frustration had been building for weeks, and it was getting harder to keep it at bay.

In-Ho paused, sensing the tension in the room. He set his coat down on the back of a chair and walked over to the couch, sitting down beside you. “Long day,” he said with a sigh, leaning back and closing his eyes.

“Yeah,” you said, your tone clipped. “Mine too.”

He opened one eye and glanced at you, his brow furrowing slightly. “Everything okay?”

“No,” you said bluntly, turning to look at him. “It’s not okay.”

In-Ho sat up straighter, his expression shifting from exhaustion to concern. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that I feel like I’m invisible,” you said, your voice shaking with emotion. “Like I’m just… here. And you don’t even notice.”

He reached out to touch your arm, but you pulled away, standing up and pacing the room. “Don’t,” you said sharply. “Don’t try to smooth this over with a touch or a kind word. I need more than that.”

In-Ho watched you silently, his face unreadable. “I’m sorry,” he said finally. “I didn’t realize—”

“That’s the problem,” you interrupted, your voice rising. “You don’t realize. You’re so caught up in work that you don’t see what’s right in front of you.”

He stood up slowly, his expression hardening. “I’m doing my best,” he said, his voice low but firm. “But if that’s not enough for you…”

The conversation escalated from there, the words spilling out faster than either of you could process them. And now here you were, standing in the aftermath of a fight neither of you knew how to fix.

Back in the present…

In-Ho stood by the window, staring out into the night. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, his shoulders tense. You watched him from across the room, wondering if there was anything left to say.

“Is this really what you want?” he asked finally, his voice breaking the silence.

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “But I can’t keep feeling like this.”

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. “Then tell me what to do,” he said quietly.

“Because I don’t know how to fix this.”

—

It was strange how quickly the awkwardness began to melt away. The two of you fell into an easy rhythm, trading stories about work, mutual friends, and life in general. It felt like no time had passed at all, and yet, there was an undercurrent of something else—something neither of you acknowledged outright.

At one point, you laughed at something he said, and you caught him staring at you, his gaze lingering a little too long.

“What?” you asked, tilting your head. “Do I have something on my face?”

He shook his head, his expression softening. “No. It’s just… you’ve always had this smile. It’s… captivating.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. “Captivating, huh? That’s a big word.”

He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, I mean it.”

You felt your pulse quicken at the intensity in his gaze, but you kept your tone light. “Careful, In-Ho. Someone might think you’re flirting with me.”

“And what if I am?” he shot back, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You held his gaze for a moment, the air between you charged with an energy you hadn’t felt in years. Then, you broke the tension with a laugh, shaking your head. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”

He chuckled too, but his eyes never left yours. “Maybe.”

The conversation shifted again, but there was a new dynamic now—a subtle teasing, a playful banter that kept you both on edge. At one point, he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your cheek ever so slightly.

“You missed a spot,” he said, his voice low.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing. “Thanks.”

He smirked, leaning back again. “Anytime.”

As the night wore on, the two of found yourselves gravitating closer together, the space between you shrinking with each passing minute. There were moments when your hands would almost touch, or when you’d catch him watching you with that same intense look in his eyes.

At one point, as the music slowed and the room buzzed with laughter, he turned to you and said, “Dance with me.”

It wasn’t a question—it was a statement, firm but gentle. And before you could protest, he had taken your hand and led you to the dance floor.

His arm slid around your waist, pulling you close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. You placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to steady yourself as he began to move with the music.

“Still got the moves,” you teased, looking up at him.

His lips curved into a smile. “You remember?”

“How could I forget?”

There was a pause, and then he said quietly, “I missed this.”

You didn’t ask what he meant—the dancing? The closeness? The connection? Maybe all of it. Instead, you leaned into him, letting yourself get lost in the moment. His hand tightened slightly on your waist, and you could feel his breath on your neck as he whispered, “You’ve always been trouble for me.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

—

The music swelled around you, but it felt distant, muffled, drowned out by the pounding of your own heartbeat. In-Ho’s lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, his voice low and steady, yet charged with something that made your stomach twist. “I think it’s time we revisit old memories. Do you remember what you used to do to me in the dark corners of the dance floor? Your hands tracing the lines of my body, your lips teasing my skin?”

You shivered, his words igniting a warmth that spread through you like wildfire. You tilted your head slightly, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, hungry, and for a moment, you forgot where you were—forgot the gala, the crowd, everything but him. “How could I forget?” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer until there was almost no space between you. You could feel the heat of his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours. His hand slid lower, resting just above the curve of your hip, and his lips curved into a smirk. “Then show me,” he said, his tone daring, almost challenging. “Remind me.”

You hesitated, the rational part of your brain screaming at you to pull away, to step back before this went any further. But the way he was looking at you—like he was undressing you with his eyes, like he remembered every kiss, every touch—it was impossible to resist. Your hands moved almost of their own accord, sliding up his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath the fabric of his suit. His breath hitched slightly, and you glanced up to see his jaw tighten, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You always did know how to get under my skin,” he said softly, his voice rougher now. His fingers traced idle patterns on your back, sending shivers down your spine. “It’s been three years, and I still can’t shake you.”

Your lips parted slightly, your breath catching as his thumb brushed against the sensitive skin just above your hipbone. “Maybe you weren’t supposed to,” you said, your voice trembling just enough for him to notice.

In-Ho’s smirk deepened, and he leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Maybe not,” he agreed, his breath warm against your skin. His free hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “But if I’m being honest… I didn’t want to.”

The admission sent a jolt through you, and before you could think better of it, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his. It was soft at first, tentative, a question more than a statement. But then his hand slid into your hair, tilting your head back, and he kissed you like he’d been waiting for this moment for years—like he’d been starving for it.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. It was hot, desperate, and it left you breathless. His tongue brushed against yours, and you moaned softly, your hands fisting in the front of his shirt. He pulled you even closer, if that were possible, his body pressing hard against yours.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting, your foreheads resting together. “You’re still trouble,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

You laughed softly, the sound shaky but laced with amusement. “And you’re still irresistible.”

His lips curled into a grin, and he leaned in again, this time pressing a trail of kisses along your jawline. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he whispered, his voice muffled against your skin.

You didn’t answer—couldn’t answer—because his lips found a sensitive spot just below your ear, and all coherent thought flew out the window. Your head fell back slightly, giving him better access, and he took full advantage, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you gasp.

“In-Ho,” you breathed, your fingers tightening in his hair.

“Say it again,” he demanded softly, his lips moving down your neck.

You didn’t have to ask what he meant. “In-Ho,” you repeated, your voice barely audible over the music.

He groaned softly, the sound sending a thrill through you. His hands were everywhere—on your back, your waist, your hips—and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this alive.

When he pulled back to look at you, his eyes were blazing with something that made your heart race. “We should get out of here,” he said, his voice rough with need.

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. “Where would we go?”

He hesitated for just a moment, his gaze searching yours. “Anywhere,” he said simply.

“Just… anywhere.”

—

In-Ho’s hand tightened around yours as he pulled you through the bustling gala, the crowd a blur of faces and chatter. Your heart pounded in sync with the rhythm of your steps, each one taking you further from the noise and closer to… him. He didn’t say a word, but the heat in his gaze spoke volumes. You could feel it burning into you, stoking the fire that had already begun to simmer low in your belly.

The moment he found an empty room—a dimly lit storage closet tucked away from the main hall—he practically dragged you inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Before you could even catch your breath, his mouth was on yours, hungry and insistent. His kiss was fierce, as if he’d been holding back for years and couldn’t contain it any longer. You moaned into him, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he pressed you against the closed door.

His tongue swept into your mouth, claiming you in a way that made your knees weak. You kissed him back just as desperately, your fingers tangling in his hair as if you were afraid he might pull away. But In-Ho wasn’t going anywhere. His hands roamed over your body, tracing every curve like he was relearning your shape. When he reached the slit of your dress, his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, sliding up your thigh.

You gasped as his fingertips brushed against the edge of your panties, teasing you with the faintest touch. “In-Ho,” you breathed, your voice trembling with need.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted you effortlessly, his hands gripping your hips as he set you down on a nearby table. The cool surface sent a shiver through you, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from him. His lips left yours, trailing down your neck in a slow, deliberate path that left your skin tingling. When his teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below your ear, you let out a whimper that only spurred him on.

His hands moved under your dress again, this time taking hold of your panties and tugging them aside. The air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver, but then his fingers were there, brushing against your slick folds. You bit your lip to stifle a moan as he began to explore you, his touch firm yet tender.

“So wet already,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot on your neck. “I’ve missed this—missed you.”

Your reply was lost in a gasp as he slid a finger inside you, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust to the feel of him, but soon he added a second finger, stretching you in the most delicious way. His thumb circled your clit, applying just enough pressure to make your hips buck against his hand.

“In-Ho,” you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Please…”

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound sending another wave of heat through you. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

You couldn’t form the words, not with the way his fingers were moving inside you, curling in just the right spot. Instead, you arched your back, pressing yourself harder against his hand as if begging him for more. He didn’t disappoint. His pace quickened, his fingers thrusting deeper and faster until you were trembling on the edge.

But then he stopped, pulling his hand away and leaving you aching and desperate. You opened your mouth to protest, but his lips found yours again, silencing you with a kiss that was almost too much to bear. When he broke away, his eyes were dark with desire.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to take my time with you.”

Before you could respond, his mouth trailed down your body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When he reached your chest, he paused, his tongue flicking over the fabric of your dress where it covered your nipple. The sensation was maddening, and you couldn’t stop yourself from arching into his mouth.

He pulled down the top of your dress, exposing your breasts to the cool air. His mouth closed over one nipple, sucking and biting gently as his hand kneaded the other. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips.

“In-Ho,” you gasped, your hands fisting in his hair. “I need you—”

He looked up at you, his lips curling into a smirk. “Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

“You,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I need you.”

His eyes darkened at your words, and for a moment, it seemed like he might give in. But instead, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his breath hot against your skin.

“Tell me exactly what you want”

—

In-Ho’s mouth left your breasts, his lips trailing down your abdomen with a slow, deliberate heat that made your skin prickle. His hands pushed up your dress further, the fabric bunching around your waist. You felt the cool air of the storage closet brush against your exposed thighs, and then his strong hands were there, spreading your legs wider.

His eyes locked onto yours as he lowered himself between your thighs, his gaze unwavering, intense, and almost predatory. You could see the hunger in them, the way his jaw tightened slightly as he leaned in. His breath was hot against your core, sending shivers through you before his tongue finally found your clit.

The first flick of his tongue made you gasp, your back arching off the table as pleasure jolted through you. He didn’t stop, his tongue moving in slow, circling motions that had you gripping his shoulders for support. Oh god, you thought, your mind scrambling to process the sensation. It was too much and not enough all at once.

“In-Ho,” you moaned, your voice trembling.

He paused just long enough to look up at you, his lips glistening. “Tell me,” he said, his voice rough, low, and demanding. “Tell me how it feels.”

You couldn’t find the words at first, your breath coming in shallow gasps. “It’s—it’s so good,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Good isn’t enough,” he murmured, his breath hot against your damp skin. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

And then he was back at it, his tongue lapping at you with a fervor that left you writhing. He alternated between broad strokes and quick, flicking motions, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he worked you over with his mouth.

You could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with every pass of his tongue. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly, trying to guide him even as you lost yourself in the sensations. More, you wanted to beg. Don’t stop.

As if he could read your mind, he intensified his movements, his tongue pressing harder, faster. You felt yourself teetering on the edge, the pleasure almost unbearable. And then, just as you thought you might fall apart, he pulled back slightly, his lips closing around your clit and sucking gently.

The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure bliss that had you crying out his name. Your hips bucked against his mouth, but he held you steady, his hands firm on your thighs. He didn’t let up, his mouth working you relentlessly until you were trembling, your entire body on fire.

“In-Ho, I—I can’t—” you gasped, your voice breaking as the pressure inside you reached its peak.

“Yes, you can,” he growled against you, his tone commanding. “Let me feel it.”

And then it hit you, the orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your body clenched around nothing, your cries echoing in the small space as pleasure consumed you. In-Ho didn’t stop, his tongue coaxing every last bit of sensation from you until you were left shaking, boneless against the table.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were swollen, his breathing ragged. He looked up at you with dark, satisfied eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “You taste even better than I remembered,” he said, his voice husky.

You could barely respond, your mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. Your legs felt weak, and you sagged slightly against the wall, but In-Ho was there in an instant, his hands steadying you.

“Still with me?” he asked, his tone teasing but with an undercurrent of genuine concern.

You nodded weakly, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. “Yeah,” you managed to say, your voice hoarse. “Just… give me a second.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “Take all the time you need,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “But don’t think we’re done here.”

The promise in his voice sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your body responding to him even after the intensity of your release. You could see the desire still burning in his eyes, the way he looked at you like he wanted to devour you whole.

“What else do you want?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “Everything,” he said, his voice a low growl. “But right now, I want to feel you wrapped around me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body already reacting to the thought. Without waiting for a response, he kissed you deeply, his tongue claiming yours as if marking his territory. You could taste yourself on his lips, the sensation only adding to the heat pooling low in your belly.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with need. “Turn around,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You turned, your heart pounding as In-Ho’s hands slid around your hips, pulling you flush against him. His fingers pressed into your flesh, leaving little marks that tingled with the promise of more. You could feel the heat of his body behind you, the hardness of his arousal pressing insistently against your ass. He didn’t wait, didn’t hesitate—his hands moved with a precision that made your breath catch.

His fingers found the zipper of his pants, and you heard the soft sound of it being undone. The air between you seemed to crackle with electricity as his cock sprang free, the tip brushing against your bare skin. He leaned in closer, his lips grazing the curve of your neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “I want you to feel me inside you,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “deep inside you. I want you to feel me fill you completely.”

The words sent a jolt of anticipation through you, your body already responding before he even touched you. His hands tightened on your hips, guiding you back against him, and you could feel the thick length of him pressing insistently against your entrance. He didn’t rush, though; instead, he teased, the tip of his cock sliding slowly along your folds, spreading the wetness he’d already coaxed from you.

“In-Ho…” you whispered, your voice trembling with need. You arched back against him, wanting more, wanting him to stop teasing and just take you. But he wasn’t going to make it easy for you. He chuckled softly, the sound dark and delicious, and his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke again.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice a command wrapped in velvet.

You bit your lip, trying to find the words, but they caught in your throat. His hands moved from your hips to your waist, one sliding up to cup your breast while the other slipped between your thighs. His fingers found your clit, circling it slowly, and you gasped, your knees buckling slightly.

“I—I want you,” you managed to choke out, your voice shaky. “Please, In-Ho… don’t make me wait.”

His response was a low growl, a sound that reverberated through you as if it had come from deep within your own chest. He pushed himself forward, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and you felt yourself stretching to accommodate him. He paused there for a moment, letting you feel every inch of him as he waited for you to adjust.

When he finally pushed inside, it was slow, deliberate, every movement designed to make you feel every second of it. You gasped as he filled you, the sensation overwhelming as he sank deeper and deeper until he was fully sheathed within you. He let out a low groan, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulled you back onto him.

“God, you’re still so tight,” he muttered, his voice strained as he tried to hold himself back. You could feel him trembling slightly, the effort it took to keep himself under control only making it hotter.

He began to move then, pulling out nearly all the way before thrusting back into you, each stroke slow and deep, driving you wild. You reached back, your hand finding his thigh as you tried to ground yourself, but it was no use—every movement of his hips sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, leaving you gasping for air.

In-Ho leaned forward again, his chest pressing against your back as he kissed your neck, his lips trailing up to your ear. “You feel so good,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve missed this… missed how perfectly we fit together.”

His words only made it harder to focus, your mind spiraling as he continued to thrust into you, each stroke hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. His hand slipped from your waist to your clit again, his fingers working in time with his thrusts, and you cried out, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

“In-Ho—” you started to say, but your words broke off into a moan as he increased his pace, his cock slamming into you with a force that drove all rational thought from your mind. You could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust until it felt like you were about to snap.

And then you did.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with such intensity that you barely managed to stay upright. You clenched around him, your body trembling as the pleasure washed through you, and In-Ho groaned, his own rhythm faltering as he chased his release.

He pulled out just long enough to spin you around, lifting you up and pinning you against the wall before sliding back inside you. This time, it was faster, harder, the urgency in his movements matching the fire coursing through your veins. His lips crashed against yours, his tongue claiming your mouth as he thrust into you again and again.

“Come for me again,” he demanded, his voice rough and ragged. “I want to feel you come apart on my cock.”

His words were all it took to push you over the edge once more, your body spasming around him as another orgasm ripped through you. This time, he followed right behind you, his hips stuttering as he came inside you, his low groan muffled against your lips.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound in the room was your mingled breathing. Then In-Ho pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice firm but tender.

“You always have been.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words caught in your throat. How do you even begin to articulate the ache that’s been lingering in your chest ever since you walked away from him three years ago? His eyes softened as he watched you, his gaze so intense it felt like he could see every unspoken thought, every hidden emotion you’d buried deep inside.

I missed you. The words hovered on the tip of your tongue, but before you could voice them, his hands were already moving. Gently, almost reverently, he fixed your clothes, smoothing out the fabric with a care that made your heart flutter. His fingers lingered as they brushed through your hair, tucking a stray strand behind your ear. Then, without a word, he took your hand in his, his grip firm but tender.

“I miss you too,” he said, his voice low and steady, as if he’d been holding onto those words for years. “I want you back.”

Your breath hitched at the raw honesty in his tone. This wasn’t the playful banter from earlier or the heated intensity of moments ago. This was something deeper, something real.

“I’ll be better this time,” he continued, his thumb tracing slow circles over the back of your hand. “I’ll do whatever it takes, whatever’s right for you. Just… come back to me.”

You searched his face, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt, but there was none. His expression was open, vulnerable in a way you hadn’t seen in years. You wanted to believe him, wanted to let yourself fall back into the familiarity of what you once had. But the fear was still there, gnawing at the edges of your resolve.

“I’m scared,” you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, as if he’d been expecting that. “I know,” he said, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek. “But I’m not going to let you down again. I can’t lose you twice.”

The sincerity in his voice broke through the last of your defenses. You leaned into his touch, your eyes closing briefly as you let out a shaky breath. When you opened them again, he was still there, watching you with that same unwavering intensity.

“Okay,” you whispered, the word slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t. Instead, you met him halfway, your lips brushing against his in a kiss that was soft, tentative, and filled with promise.

When he pulled back, it was only enough to rest his forehead against yours. His eyes were closed, his breathing uneven as if the simple kiss had shaken him just as much as it had shaken you.

“I love you,” he murmured, the words barely audible but no less powerful. “And I’m never leaving you again.”

You felt your heart swell at the declaration, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket. For the first time in years, you allowed yourself to hope—to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could be different this time.

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Pathetic

Oneshot: Fem! Reader x Frontman/Hwang In-Ho x The Masked Officer

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Warning: Voyeurism, P n V, Creampie, Alcohol Consumption, MNDI.

Word Count: 1023

Author’s Notes: It’s 4 am here, I couldn’t sleep so…

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The room was thick with tension, the kind that made your skin prickle and your breath hitch. The Masked Officer sat in the corner, his broad shoulders framed by the dim glow of the overhead lamp, his gloved fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid swirled as he tilted it, the ice clinking softly. A cigarette dangled from his lips, the smoke curling lazily upward, catching the light before dissipating into the shadows. His jaw was tight, his eyes—those dark, piercing eyes—were locked on you.

And you couldn’t look away, not entirely. Not even as Hwang In-Ho’s hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh with possessive intent. He was behind you, his chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your neck. You could feel him, hard and insistent, nudging against you, teasing you, making you ache for him in ways that were both thrilling and terrifying.

“Look at him,” In-Ho purred, his voice low and commanding, a sharp edge of cruelty cutting through the seduction. “Look at the Masked Officer while I take what’s mine.”

You shuddered, your eyes flicking back to the Masked Officer instinctively. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, but his gaze burned into you, intense and unrelenting. You could see the way his fingers tightened around the glass of whiskey, the way his jaw clenched . He was watching you—watching us—and the thought of it sent a jolt of heat through your body.

In-Ho chuckled, the sound dark and predatory. “He’s jealous,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “Can’t stand the thought of me having you all to myself. But he’ll just have to sit there and watch, won’t he?”

You whimpered, your hands gripping the edge of the table for support as In-Ho’s hips pressed forward, his length sliding into you in one slow, deliberate stroke. The sensation was overwhelming—the stretch, the heat, the way he filled you so completely. You gasped, your head falling back against his shoulder as he began to move, his pace steady and relentless.

“That’s it,” In-Ho coaxed, his voice a low growl. “Let him hear you. Let him listen to how good I make you feel.”

Your breath hitched, a moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. It was impossible to hold back, not when every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your body moved with his, your hips rocking back to meet his, the rhythm primal and intoxicating. You could feel the slickness between your thighs, the way your body clung to him, desperate for more.

And through it all, the Masked Officer watched. His eyes never left you, his gaze heavy and consuming. You could see the tension in his body, the way his grip on the whiskey glass tightened until his knuckles turned white. He took a slow drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling around before he exhaled, the sound almost paining.

“Does it bother you?” In-Ho taunted, his voice dripping with malice. “Watching me claim what you can’t have? She’s mine now—every gasp, every moan, every shudder—it’s all for me.”

The Masked Officer’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing slightly, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he raised the glass to his lips, taking a long sip of whiskey before setting it down on the table beside him. His movements were deliberate, controlled, but you could see the strain in him—the way his chest rose and fell more quickly, the way his fingers trembled ever so slightly as he lit another cigarette.

You moaned again, louder this time, the sound echoing in the room. In-Ho’s hands moved to your breasts, his fingers pinching and teasing your nipples, eliciting another cry from you. His thrusts grew harder, faster, the sound of skin against skin filling the air. You could feel the heat building inside you, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter with every movement.

“Look at him,” In-Ho demanded again, his voice harsh and commanding. “Look at him while I ruin you.”

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting the Masked Officer’s gaze once more. His eyes were dark, smoldering, and there was something in them—something raw and primal—that made your stomach flip. You could see the tension in his body, the way his fingers clenched into fists against the arms of the leather chair. He was holding himself back, restraining himself, but you could see the desire burning in him, the way he wanted to intervene, to claim you for himself.

But he didn’t. He stayed seated, his eyes locked on you, his silence more powerful than any words could be.

In-Ho laughed, the sound cruel and triumphant. “He’s pathetic,” he sneered, his hips snapping against yours with punishing force. “Just sitting there, watching, knowing he’ll never have you like this.”

You cried out, your body trembling as the pleasure overwhelmed you. You were close—so close—but In-Ho wasn’t finished with you yet. His hands gripped your hips tighter, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. He was chasing his own release, but he wanted to drag you over the edge with him.

“Come for me,” he growled, his voice harsh and demanding. “Let him see you fall apart in my arms.”

And you did. Your body convulsed, pleasure crashing over you in waves as you came, your cries filling the room. In-Ho followed soon after, his hips slamming into you one last time as he spilled himself inside you, his groan low and guttural.

He held you there for a moment, his chest heaving against your back, before pulling away. You slumped forward, your body weak and trembling, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Your eyes found the Masked Officer’s once more, and you could see the hunger in them, the barely restrained desire.

In-Ho smirked, wiping a hand across his mouth as he stepped back. “Enjoyed the show?” he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.

The Masked Officer didn’t respond. Instead, he crushed the cigarette beneath his boot, his eyes never leaving yours. His jaw clenched, and you could see the tension in him, the way he was holding himself back.

But you knew, deep down, that this wasn’t over.

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I saw the trailer for No Other Choice, and my excitement increased! Do you think you might write for Man-soo? I also love Park Hee-son’s hairstyle for the movie.

I’m definitely gonna write about him! Its based from a book too, i recently read the book and it’s really interesting, he basically kills the competitors for his job, i cannot wait for the film!!

#lee byung hun #no other choice #anon ask

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filthygalli · 2 days ago

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hiiii ok so i was thinking about shower or sauna sex with mujin. i feel like it wouldnt happen often but when it does it is HOT and STEAMY. could you write smth about that? even like a little drabble

HELL YEAH STEAMY IT ISSSSSSSS

Unwind

#park hee soon #choi mujin x yn #choi moo jin x reader #thanks for the ask!

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Unwind

Oneshot: Fem! Reader x Husband! Choi Moo-Jin

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Warnings: Degradation kink, Oral (both receiving/giving), Dom! Choi Moo-Jin, Cum eating, MDNI.

Word Count: 1135

Author’s Notes: Thank you for requesting this one @amiiiiireads ! I wrote this while in class😭😭 This was a quick one to write since i see the vision haha!

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“You’re so fucking close, aren’t you?” Moo-Jin growled, his voice low and dripping with dominance. His breath was hot against your ear as he pulled his tongue away from your throbbing pussy, leaving you desperate and writhing on the wooden bench of the sauna. The heat of the room was nothing compared to the fire he’d lit between your legs.

You whimpered, your hips bucking uncontrollably, chasing the pleasure he’d just denied you. “Please, Moo-Jin… I need to cum,” you begged, your voice breaking as your fingers dug into the slick wood beneath you.

He chuckled darkly, his hand sliding up your thigh, squeezing hard enough to leave a mark. “Not yet, baby. You’ll cum when I say you can.” His fingers trailed back down to your soaked folds, teasing your clit with light, maddening strokes. “Look at this greedy little pussy, dripping for me. You’re such a good slut when you’re desperate.”

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It had started innocently enough—or as innocent as anything could be when you were married to Choi Moo-Jin. The two of you had decided to unwind in the sauna after a long week, the steamy air a welcome escape from the chaos of everyday life. But the moment the door closed behind you, the atmosphere shifted. The heat wasn’t just coming from the stones anymore.

Moo-Jin’s eyes had locked onto you the second you peeled off your towel, his gaze burning hotter than the sauna itself. “Come here,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. You didn’t hesitate, stepping into his arms as he pulled you into a kiss that left you breathless.

His lips were soft at first, gentle as they brushed against yours, but it didn’t take long for the urgency to build. His tongue slid into your mouth, exploring every inch as his hands roamed your body. You moaned into the kiss, your hands tangling in his hair as he backed you toward the bench.

“Lie down,” he ordered, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. You obeyed without question, your heart racing as he knelt between your legs. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of your naked body, his hands spreading your thighs wide. “God, you’re fucking perfect.”

Moo-Jin’s mouth was on your pussy before you could even process his words, his tongue flicking against your clit with expert precision. You cried out, your back arching off the bench as pleasure shot through you. He groaned against you, the vibration sending shivers down your spine.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he mumbled, his lips closing around your clit as he sucked hard. His tongue circled it relentlessly, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the pressure building, your orgasm just within reach.

And then he stopped.

Your eyes flew open, panic and frustration flooding through you as he leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. “Not yet,” he said simply, his fingers replacing his mouth as he teased your throbbing clit.

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“Why are you doing this?” you whined, your hips rolling against his hand as you tried to find some relief.

“Because I like watching you squirm,” Moo-Jin said, his voice thick with satisfaction. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “You look so pretty when you’re begging for it.”

You moaned, your nails digging into the bench as his fingers continued their torturous teasing. “Please, Moo-Jin… I need you.”

He chuckled, his free hand reaching up to squeeze one of your breasts. “Yeah? What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“I need you. I need all of you,” you gasped, your body trembling with need. “Please, fuck me.”

“Good girl,” he purred, finally giving you what you wanted. His fingers slipped inside you, curling against that sweet spot as he pressed his thumb against your clit. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body convulsing as pleasure tore through you.

Moo-Jin watched with dark satisfaction as you came undone, his own arousal evident by the way his cock strained against his towel. “You’re so fucking sexy when you cum,” he murmured, pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them to his lips. He sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

When he finally untied his towel, your breath caught in your throat. His cock was huge, thick and long with a prominent vein running along the shaft. The head was slightly wider than the rest, flushed a deep red and already leaking pre-cum.

“You want this?” he asked, stroking himself slowly as he watched you lick your lips.

“Yes,” you whispered, your eyes locked on his cock.

Moo-Jin moved quickly, grabbing your hair and guiding your mouth onto him. You opened wide, taking him as deep as you could as he groaned above you. “Fuck yeah, just like that,” he growled, thrusting into your mouth.

Your hands reached up to grab his hips, holding on as he fucked your face with abandon. Spit dripped down your chin as he drove himself deeper, his groans growing louder with every thrust.

“You’re such a good little cock slut,” he said, his voice rough with pleasure. Deepening his thrusts, he felt the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. "Take it all, baby." He tightened his grip on your hair and forced you down on him until his heavy balls pressed against your chin.

He groaned throwing his head back—groaning your name like its the only thing keeping him alive, “Fuck sweetheart,” he groaned as he thrusted his hips deeper inside your mouth, “You’re going to take it all sweetheart, every drop– fuck–!” he gasped as he spilled inside your mouth, your eyes widened at the sudden action from him, you had no other choice but to swallow every drop of him, you tried not to gag around him—he slowly trusted his hips into you, he looked down at you, seeing your teary eyes looking up at him, he smirked down at you, he wiped your tears away using his thumb, then he pulled out of your mouth with a soft ‘pop’, you gasped for air, breathing heavily as Moo-Jin’s figure still towers over you, “Come here,” he muttered as you slowly leaned to him, his cock still hard, “You did such a good job baby,” he muttered as he tapped the tip of his cock on your sore lips, you opened your mouth and pulled your tongue out, he smirked, “Good girl” he tapped the tip of his dick on your tongue, he groaned a little at the sight in front of him, seeing you fucked out and pathetic turns him on more.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Y/n.” he muttered as his chest rose up and down slowly while his gaze was still glued to yours.

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filthygalli · 2 days ago

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Gwi Ma light stick V1 💜🔥

#lee byung hun #gwi ma fan art #gwi ma kpop demon hunters #gwi ma kpdh #gwi ma #kpop demon hunters gwi ma #kpop demon hunters #artists on tumblr #leebyunghun fan art #🦇: filthygalli

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filthygalli · 2 days ago

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Look in the camera sir…🥲

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filthygalli · 3 days ago

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Hi! I'm just wondering why does the "When I met you" got to hiatus? If you don't mind me asking. I kinda miss them🥹

So, the next chapter is supposed to be them getting to know each other deeply and maybe trying to express that unspoken love between them but ofc they’re both scared to make a move or say it.

And i came to the point where they have to talk about it, and i couldn’t quite get something out of it, i want it to be hurtful both side but idk how will i write it the way i want myself to write it😭

But rest assured anon! I’m working on it mostly everyday to create drafts and I’m slowly getting the idea of it!

Thank you for the support anon!😘🫶🏻

#anon ask #squid game #lee byung hun #hwang in ho #hwang inho x y/n

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filthygalli · 3 days ago

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Rent Payment

Oneshot: Fem! Reader x Landlord! Hwang In-Ho

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Warnings: MDNI 18+, P n V, Anal sex, creampie, pet names, rough sex, Possessive! Hwang In-Ho, let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1539

Author’s Notes: I’ve had this idea for a long time, i just don’t know how will i do it😭 but here you go!

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“You’ll pay me now, or you’ll leave by morning,” Hwang In-Ho’s voice was low, almost bored, as he leaned against the doorframe of your tiny apartment. His broad shoulders blocked the dim hallway light, casting a shadow over you. He was tall, his presence looming, and his sharp jawline tightened as he stared down at you with those indifferent eyes. You’d seen him around the building before, always crossing paths but never really seeing you. Not until now.

You dropped to your knees, desperation clawing at your chest. “Please, Mr. Hwang, I just need a little more time,” you pleaded, your voice trembling. “I’ll get the money. I promise. I’m just— my finals are coming up, and I just paid tuition—”

His hand shot out, gripping your chin, silencing you. His touch wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t gentle either. It was calculated. His thumb pressed into your lower lip, his gaze flickering down to your mouth before meeting your eyes again. “Anything?” he murmured, his voice dripping with something dark and unspoken.

Your stomach churned, but you nodded anyway, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. “Yes,” you whispered. “Anything.”

It was barely an hour later when you found yourself pressed against the cold wall of his bedroom, his hands roaming your body with a predatory hunger. His lips crashed against yours, hungry and demanding, tasting you like he owned you. And maybe he did— at least for tonight.

Your hands trembled as they fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, revealing the taut muscles of his chest. His skin was warm, almost burning under your fingertips, and you couldn’t help but gasp when he pulled away to shed the rest of his clothes. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him— his cock, thick and long, already hard and twitching slightly against his abdomen. The head was full and rounded, a deep flush of red that contrasted sharply with the pale veins running along its length.

In-Ho smirked, noticing your stare. “Like what you see?” he teased, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his cock. Your fingers wrapped around him tentatively, feeling the heat and firmness of him in your palm.

But he didn’t let you linger there for long. With a firm grip on your hips, he spun you around and shoved you onto the bed. You landed on your back, your legs instinctively spreading as he climbed over you. His hands pinned your wrists above your head, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered, “You’re going to take every inch of me, aren’t you?”

You nodded, your pulse racing as he positioned himself between your thighs. The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, teasing you with the promise of what was to come. And then he pushed in, slowly, letting you feel every inch of him stretching you open.

Your back arched off the bed, a moan escaping your lips as he filled you completely. He was so big, every thrust sending shocks of pleasure through your body. His hands moved to your waist, gripping you tightly as he started to move, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that left you breathless.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and approving as he watched your face twist in pleasure.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts. He shifted position suddenly, lifting your legs up and over his shoulders as he leaned into you, burying himself even deeper.

“Fuck,” you gasped, your nails digging into his arms as the new angle hit a spot inside you that made your vision blur.

He chuckled darkly, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. “You’re taking me so well,” he praised, his voice barely above a whisper. “Such a good little slut for me.”

The words shouldn’t have turned you on as much as they did, but your body betrayed you, clenching around him as a wave of pleasure washed over you. Grabbing a pillow from beside him, he slipped it under your lower back, angling you perfectly for him to hit deeper than ever before. His breaths grew heavier, each thrust deliberate and punishing, sending ripples of pleasure through your core.

It didn’t take long for you to fall apart beneath him, your walls clamping down around him as you came with a cry. He didn’t stop, though— if anything, he fucked you harder, chasing his own release as your trembling body milked him.

“That’s it,” he growled, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside you. You felt him pulse, filling you with his warmth as he came with a low groan.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing. But then he shifted, pulling out of you slowly and leaving behind a trail of sticky wetness.

You expected him to leave, to kick you out of his apartment now that he’d gotten what he wanted. But instead, he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, spreading your legs apart with his knees.

“Who said we were done?”

Hwang In-Ho’s grip tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin like he owned every inch of you. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his voice a low, dark rumble that sent shivers rippling through your body. “Arch your back,” he commanded, and you obeyed instinctively, your spine curving under his control. The movement exposed your ass more fully, your body trembling as you felt the cool air kiss your skin.

But then you felt him shift, the blunt head of his erection pressing against a different hole—one untouched, tight, and sensitive. Your breath caught in your throat, your pulse quickening as realization dawned. “This is what you owe me, isn’t it?” he murmured, his tone dripping with dominance. “You’re going to take me here too, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you. There was no refusal in you, no resistance. You belonged to him now, and your body responded to his command with a mix of fear and arousal. His fingers traced the rim of your entrance, spreading the wetness from your pussy over the tight furl. “Relax,” he ordered, though his voice was firm, not cruel. You tried to obey, but your muscles clenched instinctively, resisting the intrusion.

He leaned over you, his broad chest pressing against your back, the heat of his skin searing into yours. His cock pressed harder, the thick head breaching you inch by torturous inch. Every sensation was amplified—the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness. You gasped, your nails digging into the sheets as he pushed deeper, his girth stretching you impossibly wide. “Good girl,” he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. “You’re taking me so well.”

The praise sent a jolt of pleasure through you, mixing oddly with the discomfort. He pulled back slightly, then thrust forward again, sinking deeper into you. You cried out, the sound raw and unfiltered, as he began to move, his hips rocking against yours with deliberate, measured strokes. Each thrust forced a whimper from your lips, your body arching further under his weight. Every inch of him filled you completely, his cock thick and unrelenting, hitting places inside you that made your vision blur.

His hands slid up your sides, settling on your shoulders to pin you down as he fucked you harder. “Feel that?” he growled, his voice rough with arousal. “That’s what you owe me. Every inch of this is mine.” His words were possessive, claiming not just your body but your submission. You moaned, the sound trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt, his hips grinding against your ass.

He reached down, his fingers finding your clit with expert precision. The touch was electric, sending sharp waves of pleasure coursing through you despite the intensity of his thrusts. “Come for me,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “Show me how much you enjoy being mine.”

Your body obeyed without question, the dual sensations of his cock inside you and his fingers on your clit pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your back arching as you screamed his name. Your pussy clenched around nothing, but the pleasure was overwhelming, your body trembling uncontrollably as he continued to fuck you through it.

He didn’t stop, his pace only growing more relentless as he chased his own release. “Take it all,” he growled, his voice harsh with need. “Every drop.” His thrusts became erratic, his cock pounding into you with a force that left you breathless. You felt him swell inside you, and then he was coming, his seed spilling deep into your ass as he groaned your name.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you panting and spent. He stayed inside you, his cock still twitching as he leaned over you, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, his voice softer now, but no less possessive.

“And I won’t let you forget it.”

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filthygalli · 4 days ago

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I wanna do the tag nine people thingy but I don't have anyone to tag😭🙏

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 go tag my alt account HAHAHAHAHAHAHA @gallilovesf1 this one HAHAHAHAHAHAHA😭😭😭😭 IM SORRY

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Temptation

Oneshot: Fem! Reader x DBF! Billy Rocks

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Warnings: Alcohol consumption, kissing, light biting, P n V, creampie, just some good old fucking, Age gap.

Word Count: 1418

Author’s Notes: Another Billy rocks smutttt rahhhhh i miss my little cowboy😩

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“Well, it’s getting late, I'll go to sleep, don’t stay up too late you two.” Your father said as he went upstairs to his bedroom, leaving you and Billy alone in the living room, the air filled with silence that lingers with tension.

You looked at each other, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, “Do you smoke?” he muttered, motioning the Marlboro in his hand, you shook your head, “I don’t.” you replied, He nodded “Good, smoking is bad for you.” He admitted as he lit up the cigarette with his silver lighter, “Why do you smoke it if it's bad?” you asked, this made Billy chuckle, “Your young, i’m old,” he said as inhaled the smoke of the cigarette, he exhaled the smoke to his side—avoiding your gaze so the smoke wouldn’t go to yours.

Your eyes trails on his hands, it's thick and veiny, you wonder how they would look wrapped around your throat, or maybe his digits curled up inside your walls.

Billy noticed your gaze focused on him, he smirked, “If you kept looking at me like that, i might melt.” he chuckled, the sound of his chuckle sends shivers down your spine as it snapped you out from reality. “I wasn’t looking,” you admitted a big lie, he scoffed, “If that’s what you want to say, sure.” He stood up, looking down at you, “I’ll be up on the balcony, go to bed sweetheart, I'll clean this up later.” He muttered, you can smell the beer and the aroma of his cigarette, before you could protest he’s gone, walking upstairs as his broad back faced you, you groaned—not figuring out what just happened, he just called you ‘Sweetheart’ so casually, but it made you feel things, things that is forbidden.

The balcony was bathed in the soft silver glow of the moon, the faint scent of cigarette smoke mingling with the cool night air. Billy Rocks stood there, tall and quiet, his broad shoulders casting a shadow on the railing. You leaned against the doorframe, watching him, feeling your heart race as his eyes flicked over to yours. The way he looked at you—like he could see straight through your clothes, through your skin—made your breath hitch.

“Hey,” you said softly, stepping closer. “You okay?”

He took a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing bright before he exhaled slowly. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Just thinking.”

“About what?” You tilted your head, teasing just a little. You couldn’t help it. There was something about him, something dangerous and intoxicating, that made you want to push his buttons.

He smirked, and it sent a shiver down your spine. “About you.”

Your stomach flipped. “Me?”

He stepped closer, closing the distance between you with a predatory grace. The smell of beer on his breath mixed with the smoke, and it shouldn’t have been sexy, but it was. He was so close now you could feel the heat radiating off his body. Your back hit the wall, cold and unyielding, and then his hands were on either side of you, caging you in.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice dropping even lower. “You.”

Your lips parted, but before you could speak, he was kissing you. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment for years. His lips moved against yours with a possessive intensity, his tongue sliding into your mouth, claiming every inch of you. You moaned into the kiss, your hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. His body pressed against yours, hard and unrelenting, and you could feel the evidence of how much he wanted you through his jeans.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your chest heaving. “Where’s your bedroom?” he growled, his voice thick with need.

You barely managed to point down the hall before he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He carried you to your room, kicking the door shut behind him, and then you were on the bed, his weight pressing you into the mattress.

Billy’s hands were everywhere, tugging at your clothes, stripping you bare. His mouth followed, kissing and biting his way down your body until you were squirming beneath him, desperate for more. When he finally pushed inside you, it was with a single, deep thrust that made your eyes roll back in your head. “Fuck,” you gasped, your nails digging into his back as he started to move.

He fucked you hard and fast, his hips slamming into yours with a primal rhythm that had you moaning his name. “That’s it,” he growled, his voice rough with arousal. “Take it, baby. Take every fucking inch.”

Your legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper, and when he leaned down to kiss you again, it was messy and wild, all teeth and tongues. You could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter until it threatened to snap. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Touch me,” you begged, your voice trembling. “Please, I need—”

He didn’t let you finish. His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight, desperate circles. It was too much—the feel of him inside you, his fingers on you, his mouth on your neck—and then you were coming, your body arching off the bed as pleasure ripped through you like a wildfire.

Billy didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through your orgasm, his hips driving into yours with relentless force. “That’s my girl,” he muttered against your skin. “Come on, take it. Take my fucking cock.”

You were still trembling when he finally came, his thrusts faltering as he emptied himself inside you. He collapsed on top of you, his breathing ragged, and for a moment, neither of you moved. Then he rolled onto his side, pulling you with him so you were facing each other.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His voice was soft now, almost reverent, but there was still a fire in his eyes that made your stomach flutter.

You didn’t say anything. You just kissed him again, slow and deep, letting yourself get lost in the taste of him. His hand slid down your body, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, and when they dipped between your thighs, you gasped.

“Again?” he asked, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Yes,” you breathed, already shifting to give him better access. “Please.”

Billy’s chuckle was low and dark as he moved over you again, his cock already hard and ready. “You’re insatiable,” he muttered, pushing inside you with one smooth stroke.

You moaned, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he started to move. “Fuck me harder,” you begged, your voice breaking on the words.

He obliged, his hips snapping against yours with a force that made your head spin. “You love this, don’t you?” he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Love getting fucked like a dirty little slut.”

You whimpered, your nails digging into his skin as he hit that spot inside you that made you see stars. “Yes,” you gasped, your body tightening around him. “God, yes.”

His hand found your clit again, rubbing in quick, frantic circles that had you teetering on the edge. “Come for me,” he ordered, his voice rough and commanding. “I wanna feel you fucking come.”

You obeyed, your body shuddering as another orgasm crashed over you. Billy followed soon after, his thrusts stuttering as he came inside you again, filling you up until you were both a trembling mess.

He didn’t pull out right away. Instead, he stayed buried inside you, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft and almost tender. “Taking my cock like you were made for it.”

You smiled weakly, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “I was,” you murmured back, letting your eyes drift closed. “For you.”

His chuckle was low and satisfied, and when he finally pulled out, you both groaned at the loss. But he didn’t go far. He just shifted so he was lying beside you, his arm draped over your waist as he pulled you close.

“Sleep,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And for the first time in a long time, you felt completely and utterly at peace.

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