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down, boy! — subgyu

warning: smut, porn without plot

pairing: sub!namgyu x f!reader

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thinking about how when he’s high as a kite, you can get namgyu to do just about anything. eyes rimmed with red, body jolting every time your arm brushes against his, he’s completely at your mercy.

and that’s exactly how you found yourself with an almost pitiful namgyu at your feet, pinkish tip dripping precum, mouth peppering sloppy kisses to your inner thigh.

“p-please just once? ‘m so hard, need to cum so bad” he whimpers, hips rocking forward only to be met with air

clicking your tongue against your teeth, you roll your eyes, pressing a socked foot to his cock, drawing a low growl from the back of his throat

“look at you, behaving like a fucking bitch in heat? just so you can cum?” you sneer, eyes glinting playfully

you can feel the way he shrinks against you, but nevertheless his clouded haze can only think of what he can do to fuck. to empty his balls into your warm, tight cunt

“y-yes, ‘m your dog! please let me finish” he whimpers again, even pressing his palms together to show how badly he needs this

seeing namgyu bitch himself out like this was one thing, but when he moaned after you snapped a collar around his neck and yanked him onto his hands and knees above you? god you were dripping

underneath all that ego, namgyu is wonderful at following directions

with a few tugs on his leash, instructing him to go faster, deeper, slower, he’s planting a kiss to your collarbone as you use him like he’s your personal dildo.

namgyu follows every single one of your orders, dick throbbing painfully as he fucks you through — what was it, your third orgasm? whilst he hasn’t cum even once yet

through breathy moans and soft praises, namgyu snaps when you finally say the magic words: “go ahead and cum, you’ve earned it”

in a flash, he’s shoving your knees up into your chest, tears of pent up frustration and relief forming at the corners of his eyes as he fucks his frustration into you, balls slapping against your pussy obscenely as he does so.

namgyu throws every sense of ego he has left out the window, babbling mindlessly about how good you feel, thanking you as his hands cling to your side, his tip kissing your womb

your soothing touches, and moans tumbling out from your mouth into his ears only cheers him on further and without a warning — just a low groan and fingernails digging into your sides — you moan along with him as he bottoms out inside of you, spilling his load into your cunt

as his hips still, you grind up into him, fucking him through his own finish. shaky hands find their way to hold yours and on a closer look, namgyu looks just as wrecked as you are, if not, even more

his hair is matted to his forehead, stuck with a layer of sweat. pink splotches adorn his face as his chest rises and falls rapidly. poor thing, he can’t even pull out of you yet because he’s still so sensitive

this side of namgyu was hard to come by, so might as well take advantage of it as much as you can, right?

with a playful grin, he gasps as you shove two fingers underneath his collar, yanking his face centimeters away from your own

“good boy, make me cum again”

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thanks for tuning in!

a/n: this idea has been in my mind for a while now… ehe

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SQUID GAME : HOW THEY EAT YOU OUT

➛ warnings. — oral sex (f!receiving) ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ MDNI 18+ ➛ jackie's note. — a bit rushed; my apologies ➛ ft. nam-gyu (124) ‧ thanos (230) ‧ dae-ho (388)

NAM-GYU eats you out like it’s a punishment. as though you did something to piss him off, and this is the (glorious) consequence—laid out beneath him, thighs hooked over his shoulders, his mouth pressed against your cunt. no teasing, nor does he give you any form of affection such as soft kisses, just his tongue swiping up your slit in one broad stroke before his lips latch onto your clit. sucks hard to make you gasp, hands scrambling against the sheets. he smirks, barely giving you a second before diving back in, his fingers spreading you open wider so he can work his tongue even deeper.

he’s messy with it, too. to the point of obscene, really. making sure you hear every wet, lewd sound as he devours you. when he pulls back for air, his mouth is slick, spit and arousal smeared all over his chin. “fuckin’ dripping,” he mutters, more to himself than you, “so easy.” his fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you from squirming away. “stay still,” he orders, and when you don’t immediately obey, he presses a hand down on your lower stomach, pinning you in place. “didn’t say i was done, did i?”

and then he’s back on you, lapping at your clit, the cold metal of his ring grazing your skin as he presses two fingers inside, stretching you out without warning. the contrast—the warmth of his tongue, the ice of his ring—makes you shudder, a broken whimper slipping past your lips. he groans at that, greedy. fuck, he loves the way you sound. “knew you’d like that,” he taunts, fucking his fingers into you faster, mouth working in tandem.

his free hand moves, sliding up your body, and then he’s pressing those same cold fingers against your lips, smearing your own slick over them. “open,” nam-gyu orders. when you hesitate, he grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. his pupils are blown, his expression somewhere between cruel and wonder. “be good. taste yourself.” you part your lips, and he pushes two fingers inside, pressing down on your tongue. “good girl,” he drawls, before lowering his head again, tongue curling over your clit in quick, ruthless flicks. your moan is muffled around his fingers, eyes rolling back as heat pools low in your belly.

he can feel it in the way your thighs tremble. he chuckles against you, low and mean. “gonna cum for me, baby?” he goads, curling his fingers for emphasis. “go on, then. make a mess.” and when you do, legs trembling, the moan breaking into a choked sob, nam-gyu doesn’t stop. just groans into you, drinking in every last drop, lips and chin wet with it. when he finally pulls away, he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, grinning wolfishly down at you. “fuck… look what you made me do,” he muses, glancing down at the dark spot on his jeans. then he leans in, presses a languid, filthy kiss to your mouth, making sure you taste yourself on his tongue. “hope you’re gonna clean that up.”

CHOI SU-BONG eats you out like it’s his favourite pastime (apart from partying and taking drugs… or both) he’s got you spread out on the thin mattress, legs draped over his shoulders, knees shaking, and he’s barely even started. presses an open-mouthed kiss against the inside of your thigh, then another, dragging his tongue along your skin just to hear that little sigh escape your lips. “what, you nervous?” he taunts, looking up at you with that smug little smirk. “c’mon, señorita, i don’t bite—” his teeth scrape ever so lightly at the soft flesh. “—unless you want me to.”

and then he’s in, burying his face between your thighs like a man starved, tongue flicking against your clit before dragging down, teasing at your entrance, humming like he’s savouring the taste. and fuck, that little hum alone sends a jolt through you. he’s talking between licks, of course he is, lips slick and breath warm against your skin. “mhmm so good, fuck— could eat you for days.” then he moans, a low, satisfied sound as his tongue plunges deeper, and the vibrations make your whole body jerk. he’s insufferable, but he’s so good at it. alternates between deep, slow strokes of his tongue and quick flicks over your clit, gauging your every reaction. “that’s it, baby,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “feels good, huh?”

you nod, or try to, but he’s already got a hand braced against your stomach, pressing you down, keeping you from arching up too much. su-bong looks up at you again, pupils blown open, mouth shining. “say it,” he drawls, before sucking your clit between his lips, tongue laving over it like he’s savouring something decadent. your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging, and he groans against you, rutting his hips against the mattress. “fuck, you’re killing me,” he pants, but he’s grinning, breathless and wrecked. “gonna let me make you come, baby? bet you’ll look so pretty for me.”

he doesn’t stop talking, doesn’t stop licking, doesn’t stop anything until you’re shuddering beneath him, crying out as he works you through it, murmuring praises against your skin because he simply can’t help himself. and when you finally go limp, chest heaving, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. “damn,” he exhales, crawling up to kiss you, slow and filthy, making you taste yourself on his tongue. “wanna go again?”

KANG DAE-HO eats you out like he’s got something to prove—not in an arrogant show-off way, but in that eager, wide-eyed, desperate-to-make-you-feel-good way. his big hands are warm, gripping your thighs as he presses tender, open-mouthed kisses up the inside of them, he’s savouring you, like he could do this all night and still not get enough. and when he finally buries his face between your legs, he lets out this quiet, needy moan, his breath stuttering against your skin.

eyes flicking up to meet yours. he’s got that lovesick look on his face, cheeks flushed, lips wet. “is this okay?” when you nod, breathless, he smiles—sweet and a little bashful—and then he’s back at it, tongue flicking over your clit in careful, deliberate strokes, humming softly. he can’t stop making little noises, soft groans and breathy whimpers, like he’s the one getting worked up from this. his grip on your thighs tightens every time you let out a sound, and fuck, when your fingers tangle in his hair and tug—just a little—he practically whines against you, grinding himself into the mattress, he simply can’t help it.

“so good,” voice muffled as he presses his tongue inside, slow and deep. “so fuckin’ good, baby…” he pulls back just to glance up at you again, lips glossy, panting a little. “you—hah—you taste…” he trails off, shaking his head like words aren’t enough. and then he’s right back at it, sucking your clit into his mouth, moaning low in his throat when you buck up against him. thick fingers slide into you next, careful, coaxing, curling just right, and the sound he makes when you tighten around him— “please, wanna feel it—wanna taste you so bad—” he pants, pressing kisses to your thigh between kitten licks, fingers never stopping. and when you do—when you arch off the bed, thighs shaking—dae-ho just groans, holding you through it, whispering sweet praises between kisses, licking you through every aftershock. when he finally pulls away, cheeks flushed, he just grins boyishly up at you. “holy shit,” his voice thick with awe. “can we do that again?”

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Needa Fix?

Nam-Gyu (Player 124) x DrugDealer!Fem!Reader

Summary: in desperate need of a drug fix and no money to pay for it, Nam-Gyu shows up at the pretty girl dealers house hoping she’d be kind enough to help him out.

Warnings: smut (18+) , p in v sex , oral (f receiving) , nam-gyu begging , drug use , drug dealing , withdrawal , talk about sex for drugs , spit , cum play , drugs like lots of drugs , creampie , probably more , read at your own risk

He was not particularly sure why he came here. He had other dealers that sold harder shit that would even deliver. Maybe it was the fact he knew they wouldn’t spare him a second of their day if they knew Nam-Gyu hadn’t a cent to spare. You however? The sweet lil’ dealer that was like a princess? Maybe you could help him.

Bi-weekly pay had gotten to him. Week one of his lavish expenditures had left him eating sleep for dinner on week two. He had run through his supply of drugs the other night at one of Thanos’ party and with literally no fucking money to buy the drugs he thrived on, Nam-Gyu was not well off.

He tried to get through it, he really did! But the shakes, the brain fog, the migraines, body aches and every other symptom in between have gotten worse. So that led him to walk the 3 miles to your cozy apartment in hopes that you would be kind enough to help him out.

He doesn’t remember the journey, he really just remembers coming face to face with your front door and the brightly colored door mat. Lifting a shaky arm, Nam-Gyu knocks on the door, hoping that you wouldn’t kill him for showing up unannounced at 12am.

“H-heeeyy..”

You look at the jittery man on your doorstep, hand scratching at the back of his neck and heart practically beating out of his throat, “I needa buy.” He’s the picture image of withdrawal. Sheen of sweat, jaw clenched and you can tell the way his body is locking up to try and stop the violent jitters that wrack his body.

“Nam-Gyu?!” You say adjusting your eyes to the backlit Nam-Gyu standing on your porch. It had to be at least midnight. “Fucking hell…” you groan, “I told you to text before coming here.” You’re irritated, blocking the door opening with your body. You give him a once over, eyebrows knitting together, “what the fuck happened to you.”

“Look I-I know you told me to text before I came around but I really need something right now. You always have the best shit- fuck please- I sold the rest of my shit for rent, I-I don’t have anything it’s been days-“

He’s raising his voice, desperately pleading with you to give him a moment of your day despite him turning up out of nowhere. The last thing you need is one of your neighbors getting suspicious of some odd man on your doorstep. You already have people uneasy with how many people come and leave from your house in quick intervals.

You’re groaning, reaching out and gripping his shirt, “Get the fuck in here. You’re acting a mess on my porch.” You’re practically throwing him into your house and slamming the door shut behind Nam-Gyu.

“Fuck thank you, you have no idea how much I need this- I-i mean I really did try to find something else, didn’t want to bother you- but no one fucking answered!” He’s practically pulling his hair out, hands sliding up his face to grip at his hair in a state you could only describe as anguish. You can hear how dry his throat is, each syllable coming out in a creaky broken rasp.

It’s times like these that really make you with that you didn’t deal drugs. Sure, you dealt pills, shit harder than weed- but a good dealer always tests her product and none of your product would do that to someone. Nam-Gyu was coming down off some harder shit.

You feel bad in a way, he’s not a horrible guy and seeing him like this is upsetting. He’s definitely a sarcastic asshole, but, many a time he’s been the one to actually talk to you while picking up, ask you about your day, albeit in a disinterested voice and a slight eye roll. He’d maybe compliment you here and there- he didn’t just toss you money and bolt off your porch.

Your knitted eyebrows relax themselves as you witness his state, “Jeez…‘s okay…” you mutter, trying to calm him down some. “I’ll…uhh get you somethin.” You say pointing behind you in the general direction of your product. He was in a pitiful state, sweaty and gnawing on his inner cheek so hard you’re sure he’s going to bite through his skin. You almost didn’t want to leave him like that just in the middle of your living room

You knew he normally did shit harder than what you were dealing. You were wondering why he even came to you. There had to have been someone else who would have answered. Guess that just means you’re good at your job?

Nam-Gyu watches as you shuffle off awkwardly down the hall. If he didn’t feel like his whole body was on fire he probably would have laughed at what you were wearing- a nightgown with some cutsey designs and fuzzy slippers (bunny ears included). This was who he was getting his drugs from?!

You come back with a few bags in your hands, tired eyes counting over your inventory. “I mean, I got whatever you need…” you say, trying to get this over with as fast as possible, you want to go back to bed.

Nam-Gyu nearly drops to his knees when you come back with all the drugs he could only hope to do. “Fuck yes! I- uh…y-yeah, yeah. Uhm I don’t know, fucking pills of some sort.” He’s tugging at the collar of his shirt and huffing out a shuddering breath, blown out pupils fixated on the bag of colorful pills.

You’re walking over to a chair in your living room, sitting down and popping open one of the small baggies you got, you’re dumping the pills into your hand and examining them- you’re really not sure what you want to give him (you really don’t want to give him anything but it’s not your place to deny him as his dealer if the dude was gonna pay).

You don’t realize it, but Nam-Gyu sure does. When you dump the pills into the cupped hand that’s raised over your lap, excess powder falls through the gaps of your fingers and onto your exposed thighs. He’s raising his hands back to his hair, gripping at the strands and pacing.

Blown out pupils latch onto the dust, he can only imagine the relief that would come if he just had that small amount- just the sprinkling of dust from the pills he knows are good as fuck, would help with the body shakes, the tense jaw, the racing heart and the ungodly amount of sweat, surely!

His body moves on its own accord, Nam-Gyu is dropping to his knees in your living room and crawling towards you, towards that sweet powder he needs.

Lifting your head up you just look at him, dumbly. You’re rightfully confused, this is insane. Nam-Gyu, out of all people on all fours in your living room, crawling towards you. You can’t speak, you’re just genuinely too dumbfounded, watching him come closer and closer.

It’s genuinely jarring, seeing him reduced to what he is right now, hair stuck to his face by the sweat that coats his forehead. His eyes are hollowed, ringed by dark circles that emphasize the pleading, desperate look he has in his eyes as he shakily crawls towards you.

Chin practically over your knees, you can see each breath he takes. “What the fuck are you-“ your voice dies into a surprised gasp when Nam-Gyu’s mouth drops open and his tongue lolls out, diving towards your thighs. You still don’t even realize the powder ecstasy that litters your thighs, all you can think to do is cup the pills into your fist and raise your other arm up to press your palm against his damp forehead.

He’s surprised how strong you are, you’re stiff arming him away from his goal and keeping your elbow locked, looking down at him incredulously. Nam-Gyu looks up at you from his position on the floor, on all fours, eyebrows upturned in a silent plea.

“What the fuck…” you repeat, looking down at him with a look of ‘are you fucking serious?!’.

And Nam-Gyu whines.

“Y-you’re going to fucking waste it.” He’s fighting against your hand, pushing towards your thighs and the multi colored power that dusts your skin. You finally follow his line of view, realizing how much you dropped. And he was right, you would have just dusted off the powder anyway, it was such a microscopic amount that you didn’t even pay it any mind to begin with, why would you save it?!

It’s a moment of silence, so quiet you can hear Nam-Gyu’s breath and your own. He’s not just breathing heavy though, he’s panting. Like a dog begging at your heel for a treat he’s been deprived of for far too long.

You don’t know why, but you’re slowly easing your arm up. Maybe it’s to see the lengths he would actually go to, to get his fix? Maybe it’s because you think your idea of what he was going to do was so far out of his character, he was going to do something different than what it looked like it.

Nam-Gyu is instantly pushing against you, crawling towards you and lowering his head to your thighs. He does exactly what you thought he was going to do.

You’re pulling your hand away from his forehead and you’re gripping the armrest of your chair, drawing in a sharp breath. Nam-Gyu sits up on his knees, placing large hands on your legs and ghosting his lips against your thighs. What the fuck were you even doing?! Letting this client of yours lick fucking powdered ecstasy off your bare thighs?!

But you don’t stop him.

You jump a little when you feel the warmth of his tongue lathe up your left thigh, tracing a wet line through the powder up your leg. He’s slow at first, licking one long stripe and pulling back. His mouth closes, tongue rolling around in his mouth to savor the bitter flavor of the mini dosage. The second he feels the slightest bit of a rush, he’s diving back down and running his tongue along your other thigh.

You just watch, you can’t do much else. Heart thrumming in your throat you watch as his tongue licks up and down your thighs, coating the pink muscle in the powder you weren’t even going to think twice about. Every little bit of ecstasy that begins to coarse through his veins just makes him want more. He becomes sloppy, tongue licking over spots he most certainly has been already.

Each lick eases Nam-Gyu’s symptoms little by little. It’s still not enough though. How could it be?! He is a connoisseur of drugs far harder than yours, a little powdered ecstasy isn’t going to give him the relief he needs or the high he desperately craves.

Gravity works wonders though. As he pulls away the slightest bit, trying to see if there’s any spot he’s missed, he sees what he believes to be the jackpot- the small pile of powder that has collected between your thighs. He can see it, just under the hem of that stupid pink nightgown you’re wearing.

It’s calling to him like a siren calls a sailor- he’d be going into treacherous waters to get it, he knows you well enough to know there’s a 50/50 chance you might snap his neck for even trying to get at the pile of white happiness.

Withdrawl overtakes rationality and he’s going for it. His hands tighten their grip on your knees, beginning to push them apart so he could lick along the insides of your thighs.

You jolt upright, hand flying to his hair and pulling at it, pulling his face up from your thighs. Hrs practically drooling, tongue still stuck out and fighting against your hand to get more.

“I have actual pills Nam-Gyu!” You say, rattling the pills in your hand, “quit licking at the powder like a fucking dog.” The fact he’s doing all of this for so little makes your clothes feel tighter than they are. And the way you’re speaking to him, looking down at him like he’s some freak makes his pants way tighter than he’s ever going to admit.

He seems to snap out of it a bit, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and sitting back on his heels. If he had a tail, you’re pretty sure it would be wagging. “‘M sorry.” He mumbles, wide eyes looking at you with the most desperate look you think you’ve ever seen. “I want the actual pills.” He nods frantically, hands still gripping your knees.

“Yeah…okay..” you say, finally uncurling your fist that holds the pills but not the fist that holds his hair. You try to tell yourself the wetness that’s between your thighs is from Nam-Gyu’s tongue although you know you pulled him away before he could even get up that far. You rub your eyes with your free hand, you can’t believe this is what you night turned too.

“I’ll do the normal 25 for two.” You say simply, looking down at him. You get a front row seat to the way his face falls. His eyes dart around, trying to look anywhere but at you. The sheen of sweat that lines his forehead thickens, beading faster and faster. “Y-yeah, no, yeah, of course…” he nods as best as he can given your hand still in his hair.

Looking at him a bit skeptically, you release the hold you have on his hair and look to the three pills in your hand. Not wanting to get up to get another bag you say fuck it and pop one in your mouth, holding it under your tongue and dropping the other two pills into the small baggie and zip it closed.

Nam-Gyu doesn’t even move. He could put on a whole show of getting out his wallet and looking into the empty money slot but he doesn’t. He knows he doesn’t have the money, he wouldn’t be on his knees licking off ecstasy scraps off your thighs if he had the money to pay you for drugs.

And you were smart, you’ve done this long enough and sold to Nam-Gyu for long enough to know there’s no way he’d be looking at you like a desperate puppy on his knees if he the means to pay you for the pills. But, when you look back from the bag of pills to Nam-Gyu, seeing his eyebrows upturned and bottom lip quivering like he was about to cry seeing you take the full pill so easily- not having to worry about paying some dealer- you keep the charade going.

You hold the bag up in front of his face, “you want them or not?”

He nods, reaching for the bag. You’re snatching it away, watching as he fumbles and nearly falls over trying to chase after the two measly pills. Catching himself by planting both his hands on your thighs, he’s looking back up to you and panting, the minimal high from the small dose off your thighs now dwindling. He needs more.

“Payment.”

“I-I I can pay you next time! I swear I’m good for it! W-with interest too!”

You scoff, laughing in his face, “I’m not a bank or a loan company.” Your fingers are curling over the bag of pills and pulling it away from him.

Nam-Gyu can see the way your tongue rolls the pill around in your mouth. He can see the way your pupils begin to dilate and cover your irises, he fucking needs that. He always thought you were interesting for that- you’d let it melt, slowly dissolve into your bloodstream rather chewing it like he did.

He’s frowning, realizing he’s not getting far with that proposal. His eyes dart around, hands tightening their hold on your thighs. He’s trying to think of anything!

“Let me eat you out.”

“What?!”

He’s looking directly into your eyes, desperate and completely serious. He’s shaking so hard at this point, being so close yet so far from the thing he needs most right now. Those sweet fucking pills.

“I’m good at it! I’ll- I’ll make it worth your while! However long you want!” He says, wide, wild smile on his face. Nam-Gyu sees your very obvious confusion- eyebrows scrunched and face flushed. “F-for the pills! O-of course!” He laughs nervously. Fuck, did he just fuck up his relationship with, arguably, his favorite plug??

“You’re….” Your voice trails off as you try to think of what to say or even how to say it, “You’re trying to… whore yourself out for drugs?” Nam-Gyu can feel his dick twitch in his pants when you word it like that, your words sort of slurred with the pill you keep tucked under your tongue.

You cannot believe this. Nam-Gyu reduced to a begging mess willing to sell his body for some pathetic pills. Though the thought of him eating you out makes the wet spot between your legs, that you will swear was from Nam-Gyu licking your thighs, grow wetter, you don’t want him to only do it for pills.

“Yeah.” Nam-Gyu responds simply, hands sliding up your thighs, “I don’t have money but I can give you that at least!”

You scoff, “That’s a little pathetic.”

Nam-Gyu’s eyes flutter shut, he’s drawing in a shaky breath and he’s canting his hips upwards, trying to ease the strain his pants put on his growing erection. Though he fucking loved the sound of you calling him pathetic, he knew where the idea came from. He knew what you thought and he thought it was stupid you even assumed this was only for drugs, like he wouldn’t be down to eat you out any other time.

He would. Oh, he absolutely would but the time never arose. You two lived different lives that only intersected at a small intersection. Nam-Gyu knew your life wasn’t all about drug dealing- you had a degree on your wall for fucks sake- drug dealer or not you were far better than him. Too good for him.

“F-fuck I-I’m not just saying this because I want the drugs…well I want the Fuc-fucking drugs but I wouldn’t j-just whore myself out like this to anyone!” He’s rambling, every other word cut off by a shuddering hiccup.

You raise an accusatory eyebrow, a grin now beginning to spread across your face, “so, you’d just whore yourself out to me?” You bite your lip, resolve crumbling the longer you watch him on his knees, fingertips absentmindedly digging into your thighs as his need for the high he had for a split second ago heightens once more.

Nam-Gyu’s eyes widen, realizing exactly what he said, what he was implying. His heart feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest, he’s so fucking hot he feels like he’s burning from the inside out. Fuck, is he going to vomit? He literally just begged you to let him eat you out for two fucking pills. What has he come to.

You can see the way his eyes literally can’t meet yours anymore, the way his breath is quickening in pace becoming short, rapid pants as he tries to think of anyway to remedy a situation only he saw as a failure.

Too out of it, too far into withdrawal and teased by the slight nirvana the minuscule amount of ecstasy he got off your thighs, he doesn’t even realize how you’ve shifted. You’re tossing the two bagged pills across the way and onto the couch of your living room and lean down.

One of your hands captures his chin, fixing your hold so your thumb is on his bottom lip and your pointer finger is hooked under his chin, forcing his gaze back to you. “Beg for it.”

His eyebrows scrunch, lip almost instinctively rolling into a defiant snarl, “huh?!”

“You want your fix right?” Nam-gyu’s breath hiccups once more as you roll your tongue in your mouth and push the bright purple pill in between your teeth, holding it there- showing him that the pill in your mouth was the one he was about to get.

“Y-yeah, I want it. F-fuck please, it’s been fucking days since I’ve been fucked up.” He’s pulling his hands off your thighs and clawing at the fabric of his pants.

You push back off the chair and slowly stand. When Nam-Gyu teeters on his knees placing a hand on the ground like he’s about to push himself up to stand with you, you strengthen your grip on his chin, putting his focus back on you. You can see the way he struggles- he’s not used to this.

“I didn’t say you could stand.”

He looks up at you, eyebrows scrunching like he’s angry- yet he doesn’t move. He’s bigger than you, he can easily overpower you and stop you at anytime but he doesn’t. He’s just keeps his chin tilted up at you and lets you continue.

“Now beg for it.” Your words are spoken through clenched teeth as you keep holding the pill to be visible.

“Y-you want me to beg for a pill, that’s..that’s been in your fucking mouth a-already?!” He shudders out, almost in a hiss if it wasn’t for his ragged breathing that just wouldn’t cease.

You’re sucking the pill back into your mouth, “You have the money to pay for a pill that hasn’t been in my mouth?”

The way you say it in such a mocking tone, the way you tilt your head ever so slightly and squint your eyes for emphasis- just rubbing in the fact he has no room to complain.

Nam-gyu opens his mouth to protest, to call you a bitch even- but that wouldn’t get him the high he desperately needs- he’s closing his mouth and pouting. He needs something, anything at this point. It’s a deep, almost engraved need that has his mind spiraling at the sanctity that even that pill, the one that was a third of the way dissolved in your mouth by now, would give him.

He’s swallowing thickly, fidgeting awkwardly on the floor in his kneeling position, “P-Please.” It’s soft, like he’s testing it out, seeing if that’s all he needs to do.

It’s not.

When he realizes that you don’t even flinch, you just continue to look down at him with a twisted grin, he lifts his hands to his hair, scratching at his scalp and moaning, it’s an exasperated, needy groan that just proves how bad he needs this small fix. His eyes are rolling back and screwing shut like he’s battling with himself (he absolutely is).

He doesn’t even get the solace of looking away to gather himself, your hold on his chin keeps him looking up at you. “F-fuck…holy shit, a-alright, fuck!” Nam-Gyu is nearly yelling now, face flushed and taking on a new sheen of sweat that begins to come back full force. “Please! I fucking need it. Y-you have no..no fucking idea!”

There it is again, the upturned eyebrows and quivering lip that makes your cunt throb in ways you didn’t think was possible. Oh, you could get used to this. Your grin widens, “You gonna text before showing up again? Like I’ve told you a thousand times before?”

He nods erratically, falling forwards placing his hands back over your thighs as he shakes his head free from the hold you had on his chin. He’s surging forward, chin resting on your stomach and hands sliding upwards from your thighs to your waist.

Now he’s pulling you closer, keeping your gaze. You could swear he’s nearly crying now, eyelashes becoming matted with the way his eyes well up in pure desperation.

“Yes- ohmygod yes! I promise! I-I’ll text you, I’ll even call when I’m 5 minutes away when I’m heading to you! I-I fuck! I’m so s-sorry I showed up out of..out of fucking nowhere I just need something! P-please! You’re…you’re the only person I could think to go to.”

It’s full on rambling now, it didn’t take much for his resolve to fully break. You honestly miss half of what he says because you can’t stop staring that the outline of his erection that strains against his pants.

You nod, hand coming to cup his cheek and push him away from you the slightest bit. Fingertips ghosting lightly over his cheek and down to his chin, holding him much how you were moments ago, you only respond with one word, “Open”

And Nam-Gyu does. His mouth drops open before the word even falls from your lips completely. Tugging him forward slightly, you’re leaning directly over him. He lolls his tongue out eagerly, he’s not dumb- he knows exactly what you’re about to do and he couldn’t be happier.

You’re bending down slightly before you purse your lips and suck your teeth. In a slow, thick, glistening trail, you’re spitting the pill onto Nam-Gyu’s tongue.

The second the pill hits his tastebuds, surrounded by the taste of your spit- something he never imagined he would ever taste- he’s practically keeling over, cock becoming painfully hard. Snapping his mouth shut, he’s chewing the pill and sighing deeply.

You pull back, dropping your hand from his chin and smiling slightly. Nam-Gyu visibly relaxes, straightening his back and rolling his neck from shoulder to shoulder with a groan as the high slowly but surely begins to take over his body. You’re backing up and sitting back down to watch the show, how his chest heaves and now sweat beads down his neck. As much as you want to not be, you’re also focused on the outline of his dick.

You’re positive he’d stand and bid you farewell. Nam-Gyu only hung around you sometimes and sure you’ve had decent conversations with the guy but it’s always been under the same pretense- Nam-Gyu stopping by to buy drugs from you. Once he got that fix, after the stunt you just pulled- you’re certain he’d be fucking gone the second he got his bearings. The erection was just a symptom of his withdrawal desperation. You did erotically spit a pill into his mouth…But he also wasn’t exactly in the right mind.

Nam-gyu leans back on his hands, tipping his head to the ceiling and letting out a soft hum, the effects beginning to wash over his body. Assuming he’s gotten what he’s wanted and getting ready to leave, you go to speak,

“I can see you out-“

“Can I still eat your pussy?”

“Oh-“ your voice cuts off into a surprised squeak as you realize you two had very different ideas. Your wide eyes look over to Nam-Gyu like you’ve misheard him, his head still tipped back and eyes still closed. “Look- I don’t feel right having you whore yourself out for some pills…I’ll just give you one for the road if it’s that bad. You don’t have to-“

“I fucking want to” he’s cutting you off. “This isn’t about the pills anymore.” Nam-Gyu is snapping his head back forward to look at you and then down to his very obvious erection.

Once again, much like the beginning of the night, you’re looking at him incredulously, like he’s not even speaking the same language as you. Now you’re the one left with your mouth hanging open trying to find something to say.

“Fuck..” Nam-Gyu says breathlessly and exasperated much like he was before- like eating you out is something he needs, “Do I have to beg for that too?! I-I will.”

He’s crawling again, dear fucking god, he might kill you at this rate. You’ve seen his man get into rages that scared you when you’ve seen him working at Club Pentagon. You know all too well he’s a ticking time bomb of an erratic nature that freaks most people out. That terrifying image is whittled down to a pathetic, desperate man that crawls to you. He’s looking at you with wide eyes as he moves back into the same position when he was licking ecstasy off your thighs.

Ringed hands splay themselves over your thighs, gripping the flesh as he kneels before you. “C’mon, fuck, please, just lemme get a taste. I c-could fucking, ohmygod, i could fucking smell you when I was licking your thighs clean.” as he rambles, he’s staring down at your lap like he could see through the bunched fabric of your night gown that hides your pussy from his view.

“I…” He scrunches his face like he’s debating on saying something and it seems like the courage his high gives him wins over whatever battle he was going through, “I fuckin’ dreamt about eating you out. W-wanna know what you sound like when I suck on your clit…” his hands are sliding up your thighs, “Y-You made the cutest little squeal this…this one time when you got tickled by your best friend when I was here to pick up a-a month ago…been thinking, fuck..” he’s squeezing your thighs as he rambles on, “been thinking about if-if you make that same sound when you cum.”

You hardly remember the time he’s talking about- you know you had your best friend staying over a while ago- maybe they had scared you and tickled your sides and he had been waiting in the living room?! You didn’t know but his words made your mind fill with too much static to even try to dig the memory up.

He takes your silence as he needs to do more. Need to beg more. Be it the increasing intensity of the high he’s feeling or just the sheer need he’s been bottling up for a fix of drugs and a fix of you, he’s rambling on without you even telling him to.

“I jerk off thinking of you! The first time I came to buy from you after Thanos sent me your number I-I fucking went home and fisted my dick raw to the thought of you giving me head.” Nam-Gyu’s blown pupils bounce around as he looks around, trying to think of anything else to plead his case like he’s talking to his old parole officer when he broke his probation.

You let him speak, shifting under his hold as he rambles. The high makes his mind spin in ways that when he’s focused on talking, begging you to let him eat you out, he doesn’t even feel the way you throw his hands off of you. Hell he doesn’t even see how you flip your nightgown up, revealing your bare pussy- his head is tipped up to the sky as he begins to list nearly everytime he’s gone home hard just become he’s come over to pick up from you.

“Nam-Gyu.”

He finally snaps his head back to your eyes and looks at you, only when your eyes drop down to your cunt- directing his gaze- does he follow.

“O-oh fucking hell.”

He’s moving forward eagerly, throwing all caution to the wind. The only idea, the only thought he has is diving tongue deep into your cunt.

“Aht!”

Your hand is flying to the top of his head and pulling at his hair, scolding him like a dog. You’re pulling him back and closing your legs, shielding his direct view of your sticky cunt. “I didn’t say you could touch.”

He looks up to you, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip jutted out in a pout, “Wa-wait no please! I promise I’ll make it worth your while. F-fuck you have such a pretty fucking pussy.” Nam-Gyu is so fixated on the fact he’s seen your bare pussy, the fact you haven’t been wearing underwear the whole time, he’s forgetting what he’s trying to ask.

Part of Nam-Gyu is so overtly aware that he would never be in this position sober. On his knees and begging?! That wasn’t in his personality. The high of the drugs you deal, the drugs that you spit in his mouth, have completely melted any inhibition he’s had.

“You said you jerked off to me?”

The fact you don’t even address his rambling directly makes him leak pathetically, he’s nodding in response.

“Tell me about it. What did you think about?” Your voice comes out in a soft purr, legs falling open once more. With your heels tucked up on the seat you sit on and your knees falling outward, you’re spread open for him once again. Still holding him by the hair, you tighten your grip to make sure he still remembers what you said. No touching.

“I- uhh…oh fuck…” his eyes are darting around as he’s trying to think of the last time he thought about you with his hands around his cock, it’s hard to even think about something in the past when his face is level with your pussy. “Last m-month.” He pants out, eyes back on your cunt.

He’s pausing, mouth watering as he watches your hand trail down your stomach and to your inner thighs, “Go on…” you’re urging.

“I came to fucking get some weed. You- oh fuck.” Nam-Gyu chokes on his words as your hand run back upwards, sitting against your pubic bone, fingers sliding down the sides of your cunt and spreading yourself wide.

“Come on ‘Gyu, don’t tell me you haven’t seen a pussy before.”

“Not one this pretty, no.”

His response catches you off guard, no sarcastic remark, no angry glare, just the truth about what he was thinking. Something he hardly ever spoke outwardly. Nam-Gyu was closed off, everyone knew that. His inner most feelings were anyone’s guess- but right now, he seems like he’s spouting off exactly how he feels no problem.

“You- ohmygod- you were getting ready to go to the club with your friends…with the- the fuck, the VIP thing I gave you.”

“You mean the wristband?”

“Yes, fuck, the wristband. Oh my god, you’re gonna kill me.” Nam-Gyu groans, all sense of proper thinking going out the window when he watches two of your fingers pet at your clit. Light circles, barely any pressure, but with each complete circle around the pulsing bud, he watches as more of your creamy arousal leaks from your entrance. The worst part? He can’t even lick it up, you won’t let him, your other hand is still latched onto his hair, holding him an arms length away.

“You had this fucking outfit on- the black dress, the one that was far too fucking short and some heels.” Every word is an expletive at this point, “You fucking bent down to pick something up and I-I saw your fucking thong, pink with bows. And fuck your ass…I just-”

“You perv.” You scold with a teasing grin, “looking up my dress like that~” your fingers move lower, tracing around your entrance, “So then what? You went back home and fisted your cock to the thought of my thong?”

“If I say yes can I eat you out?”

“You’re so impatient. You want it that bad?” You can hear the way his breath hitches when you sink two fingers into your pussy, curling them upwards a few times. He’s fixated on how you writhe on the chair when your fingers sink deeper into you.

“Fuck yes I do…” he mumbles. He can get over how he’s actually in the position he’s in. The year or so he’s bought drugs from you he’s thought about fucking you stupid plenty of times. Nam-Gyu has fantasized about the day he actually got to see your cunt after getting to see the silhouette of it the time he just rambled on about- puffy lips hugging the frilly fabric of your thong, practically swallowing the fabric to the point of making the damn thing useless.

You slowly take your fingers from your cunt, shuddering at the feeling of your fingers dragging along your walls. Every feeling is heightened to the point of lighting up every nerve with a liquid heat that only makes your pussy leak more. You let the pill Nam-Gyu begged for melt in your mouth, you’re just as high as Nam-Gyu was now.

“Open”

You don’t have to tell Nam-Gyu twice. He’s leaning forward and grabbing your wrist with his hand, pulling your fingers towards his mouth. His lips wrap around your digits and he’s sucking, hard. His tongue is lathing in between your fingers and cleaning any sort of remnant of your juices off of your fingers.

Nam-Gyu decides then and there that your pussy might just be better than any drug he’s ever done. Even from the second-hand taste he’s getting, he’s already addicted. Who would have thought his plugs pussy could be so fucking sweet?!

You remove your fingers from his mouth slowly. Letting out a shuddering breath of your own when you see Nam-Gyu chase after your fingers the best he can. Fingers fully removed, you’re bringing the digits up between you two and admiring how they’re covered in his spit instead of your own wetness. Bringing your fingers to your own mouth, you’re wrapping your pink lips around them and moaning softly when the taste of him coats your tongue.

The high seems to hit Nam-Gyu all at once, the steady climb of the trip has reached its peak. Face level with your puffy cunt and eyes watching how you suck his spit off your fingers like you’ve thought about this exact moment before- the symptoms of his withdrawal are completely eased for the time being and forgotten about.

The symptoms of his withdrawal gone, he realizes just how depraved you’ve made him. He was on his knees licking at your thighs like a dog and begging for a pill that you’ve already sucked on. You’re withholding the cunt he’s dreamt about eating and gripping at his hair while he kneels before you- this isn’t him.

Confidence boosted and chemical courage running through his veins, you can see the shift that happens in him. Nam-Gyu’s eyes drop, becoming dark and hooded. His pout that he once wore turns into a wicked grin and his hands that he was being so nice about keeping in his lap? Oh, he’s putting them to use.

He moves quick, he’s not letting you get away now that he has you like this. He fights against your hand that holds him by his hair and loosens your grip. His hands grip at the back of your thighs, folding you in on yourself and pushing you deeper into the cushion of your chair. Nam-Gyu is lowering his face towards your cunt, so close that you can feel the tip of his nose ghost over your drenched folds.

He gives you no time to prepare, he doesn’t want you to have the opportunity to pull away and keep trying this shit you were doing. Mouth engulfing your pussy, he’s prodding his tongue into your entrance and sucking. The taste he got from your fingers? He needs more of it and straight from the source.

You’re jolting off the chair, squealing out his name and trying to close your legs around his head. It’s futile, his hands stop your legs from closing and even when he feels them begin to twitch shut- he’s pressing on your thighs harder.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Nam-Gyu huffs against your pussy. He’s looking up at you with a warning glare, blown out pupils fixated on keeping your gaze. He’s dropping open his jaw wide, laying his tongue flat and licking a devastating stripe up the entirety of your pussy. Reaching his destination, he’s flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Fucking bitch making me beg.” He’s talking to himself more than you, like he’s trying to tell himself to be mad and act as if he wasn’t turned on by being in such a pathetic situation. With every word he speaks he’s making sure his lips dance along your throbbing bud. He licks at it one more time, pulling away to examine you.

One of his hands releases your thigh, coming up to rest on your lower stomach as his thumb and pointer finger caress the sides of your clit, “You just wanted to hear me talk about jerking off to you like some fucking cock addicted slut..” he points out his eyes narrowed and his words laced with a mocking laugh-but he’s still panting, tongue practically lolled out of his mouth and licking at his lips pathetically trying to get any bit of your taste he can.

“Wanted to act all big and bad, making me beg like a dog in heat…fuck you’ve wanted this all along haven’t you?” Nam-Gyu’s eyes flick from your dripping cunt back up to you, expecting a response. You try to respond but he keeps petting at your clit making nothing but whimpers fall from your lips. He chuckles, “You nasty f-fucking bitch, you-you did want this.” He has a glint in his eye and a wicked grin.

He’s lolling his mouth open wide, dropping his tongue out of his mouth and letting a thick, warm glob of his spit pool at the tip of his tongue and drop down onto your pussy with a wet plap! Nam-Gyu is staring as his spit slowly follows the contours of your cunt, tracing over your clit and dropping lower to dribble down to pool at the edge of your quivering entrance. Fingers still playing with your throbbing clit.

“O-oh, f-fuck, Nam-Gyu~.” You pant out gripping at the fabric of your nightgown to hike it up further, eyebrows up turned in a desperate expression waiting for him to continue his ministrations. “Fuck- yes, needa hear you say my name, keep fuckin saying it- sound so pretty.” and he’s wrapping his lips around your clit once more and trying to get you to cry out his name more and more.

When you’re pressing your hips up into his face, greedily wanting more. Nam-gyu finally has the realization that the attraction was mutual, he can’t take it anymore, he’s removing his fingers from your clit and diving nose deep back into your pussy. Keeping his mouth on you, he drops both hands to shimmy out of his pants and underwear, pulling them down just enough to get his cock out.

He’s leaking at this point, as much as he’s trying to turn the tables and make you seem pathetic- the way his lower abdomen is covered in his mess, his thick cock is coated in sticky precum, more leaking out of the red and throbbing tip and adding to the mess that traces down each pulsing vein- now that’s pathetic.

You can’t pick where to look- where he’s slobbering all over your pussy, driving his tongue deep into you or where he’s frantically fisting his cock. Nam-Gyu is fucking his own hand with a vigor that has him groaning out into your sweet cunt.

“T-this is wha-what you should be dealing.” He grunts, “this pussy’s better than- oh fuck- better than any drug out there.”

“I should fuckin’ ruin you for- mmmph fuck, so good- for keepin’ this from me.” Nam-Gyu is whining against your puffy lips now, taking deep inhales of your scent like he’s trying to engrave it into his nose for days to come. “This sweet…” he’s pulling back to ogle at the mess he’s made of you before wrapping his lips around your clit and giving a harsh suck, “sweet.” Suck! “Fucking.” Suck! “Cunt.”

With a cry of his name, your head is flopping back bonelessly onto the chair. He has no real technique, his tongue feels like it’s everywhere at once and yet, it feels so fucking good. Your hand is scratching at his scalp and your hips are lifting up off the chair to grind on his face, babbling out phrases of praise and his name. Each time he hears the syllables of your name fall from your drool soaked lips, he’s fisting his cock harder.

The worst part? He won’t stop looking at you. His hooded eyes are locked on to every little reaction he drags out of you. How your breath squeaks when he tenses is tongue and flicks your clit, how your hold on his hair tightens when he sucks on your labia, and how sweet your lips look calling his name.

He’s watching you as he’s furiously stroking his cock. He’s staring while he’s dropping open his maw and giving your wide flat licks, making sure you see the way your creamy mess coats his tongue only for him to greedily swallow it down and do it again.

Nam-Gyu wants sure if it was the trip of the pill you gave him or just his pent up need for you but he cannot be satisfied. He’s thinking of every time he’s come to buy from you- your cute little self handing him some pill that was some shit Jehovah hasn’t even witnessed packed in a pink little baggie with hearts- he’s thinking of every time he’s been here and just thought about doing this exact thing- he has to make up for lost time.

“Na- oh my god- fuck!” You’re squealing and trying to shut your legs, everything he does feels so heightened- you took the same pill he did, after all!

He’s laughing into your poor cunt, dropping his cock in favor of pinning your plush thighs open. “Keep- mmm shit, so wet- keep your fucking legs open.” His voice is laced with a tone that commands your compliance, his eyes narrowing slightly like if you were to deny him of his feast he might go wild.

His thumbs dip inward, tracing the outside of your cunt before prodding their way into your weeping hole. Nam-Gyu nearly blows his load all over his own hand when he feels how tight you are, how fucking soft and warm and wet- just taking his two thumbs so easily, your cunt swallowing the digits greedily.

He needs to be inside you. He needs to feel you cum on his cock.

You’re far too gone to even get a chance to realize he’s moved, completely pulled off of you and has stood up. The mix of your high and the onslaught of his needy mouth has you blissed out beyond comprehension. He’s yanking you up off the chair and picking you up.

“F-fuckin makin- making me wait a year to fuck you….” He’s grumbling hands holding you up by your ass, fingers practically bruising you with an iron grip. He’s maneuvering you the best he can given the pants and underwear around his ankles. Your hands thread themselves in his long hair, tugging at the raven strands as you grind down on his cock that’s pressed between the two of you.

Nam-Gyu fumbles a bit as he turns around and drops himself to the couch. With you straddling his legs, hot cunt ghosting the underside of his cock, Nam-Gyu swears this is exactly how one of his wet dreams of you played out.

You’re looking down too, mouth hung open as you admire his weeping cock. He’s created such a mess of himself just by eating you out. He’s so hard you’re sure it has to hurt at this point. The tip is red and angry, leaking glob after glob of pearly pre-cum down his veiny shaft. Every so often it twitches against you, bumping against your needy clit.

“S-see what you do to me?” Nam-Gyu asks, fingers gripping harder into your ass. “Fucking leaking jus’ from eating you out.” He’s huffing, said his hands to shift your hips and grind your warm, wet cunt across his dick. “Dreamt of this…”

You’re removing your hands from his hair and placing them on his shoulders, letting soft whimpers fall from your lips anytime the thick vein on the underside of his cock drags against your clit. “Always wondered how you ride cock- mmmpf fuck- know you’d take it so well.”

He’s bucking his hips up into you as he rambles on and on about every single time he’s imagined fucking you exactly how you were now. Running his cock through your folds, coating himself in the cream that leaks from your abused pussy.

Nails digging into his shoulders you’re leaning forwards and colliding your lips with his to shut him up. It’s hot and heavy, messy with spit and tongue. Nam-Gyu is whining into your mouth, hips picking up the pace of humping against your sweet cunt. He’s never going to get over the feeling of your lips on his.

Pulling away from the kiss breathless You’re lifting yourself up the best you can with your thighs still shaking, one of your hands grabbing the base of his dick. As soon as your hand squeezes around his cock, more pre-cum oozes out and flows down over your knuckles.

“You’re rambling.” You huff against his lips, resting your forehead on his as you look down between you two. Dragging his thick cock head through your folds, you’re tucking your legs behind you. Hooking your feet over his thighs you’re slowly sinking down on him.

When Nam-Gyu realizes how you’re positioning yourself he’s sucking in a shuddering breath, fucking hell you’re going to kill him.

“I-oh fuck-“ you want to say more but you’re choked up. The second the mushroom tip is pushing into you, splitting you apart, you can’t even remember what you were going to say. The high you’re both experiencing is reaching a peak, you can feel every little bit of him in ways you never thought was possible.

Your mouth is already watering at how much the girth of his dick is gaping your walls. With a sickening, wet pop, Nam-Gyu’s cock-head sinks into you. It’s no where near all of him and yet you’re feeling the delicious dull throb between your thighs that tells you how wrecked you’re about to be.

“Oh- shit-“ he’s hissing out, gripping at your hips and preventing you from sinking down further, “g-gotta fuckin’ relax, squeezing me so tight.” You fight his hold and sink yourself down further. Nam-Gyu is falling back bonelessly on the couch, a whiney moan falling from his spit soaked lips as he feels more and more of his cock be swallowed by your hot cunt.

“‘M gonna fucking bust qu-quick” he’s whining, “wanna savor it, yeah? S-slow…or yer gonna kill me.”

“Y-you’re so biiig…” you’re whining out, one hand still guiding his cock into you the other holding up your cute little nightgown, bunching it up under your tits.

“D-don’t fucking tal- oh god- talk like that.” Nam-Gyu hisses. His voice is rugged and choked, he’s snarling trying to hold himself together- canine teeth clenched and eyes screwing shut. “You are going to make me blow my load so fucking quick.” It’s coming out in a breathless laugh, not a single one of his dreams of fucking hey could compare to the real thing.

He’s already mindless just by the way your walls were trying to suck him deeper even with his hands holding you up- your words are only making the shiver that runs up the base of his spine tighten, he feels like he can’t fucking take it.

“Mmmm, fuck, please~” you whine out, fighting against his hold and stuffing yourself with even more of his cock, “wan’ it inside…so fuckin’ bad…” you’re babbling on mindlessly, dropping your hips down. Nam-Gyu’s cock is prying your gummy walls apart, destroying your sopping pussy.

Blissed out beyond belief, Nam-Gyu lets you drop down. With a wet slap, your ass is connecting with his thighs and you can feel his heavy balls slap against your ass. The second you’re sinking all the way down you can feel his throbbing cockhead press on that sweet, sweet, spot that has you seeing stars.

“O-oh fucking hell.” Nam-Gyu gasps, head picking up off the back of the couch to look down where you connect. The way the circumference of his veiny length splits your puffy folds apart has him twitching deep inside you. Your poor pussy looks absolutely wrecked, gaped open and leaking- covering his pelvis in the sticky sheen of your wetness.

“I-I fucking dreamt about this pussy..” he’s nearly shaking, his hands on your hips are vibrating, digging into the fat of your hips. Now that he’s gotten the sweet taste of your saccharine cunt wrapped so tightly around him like a vice he never wants to pull out of. “Sooooo fucking wet….” He’s drawling on, lifting a shaking hand to put it in between you, thumbing over your clit.

You’re keeling over, falling forward so your chest is flush with his, swiveling your hips both into his touch and down on his cock. “You-hah- you fucking wanted this. Wanted me to whore myself out for- shitttt~”

You’re cutting him off by lifting yourself up then dropping back down with a wet smack! ass rippling against his thighs. When Nam-Gyu feels the tight, wet glide of your cunt up and down his cock and the fat of your ass jiggling against you, a switch is flipped.

He’s pulling both his hands away from you and shifting lower on the couch. Ringed hands come back with a vengeance, grabbing handfuls of your ass and pulling you to him. “Ri-ride me, fucking use my cock.”

With a wanton cry of his name you’re rocking your hips up and down his length. It’s devastating, sliding up and down his fat cock feels like you’re destroying your insides in the best way. “Mmpfh- shit- so, so fuckin’ good.” Nam-Gyu huffs from below you, not able to keep his eyes on one place for too long. Your face, your pretty tits bouncing in his face, your dripping cunt that’s creaming around him?! He can’t pick!!

“Nam-Gyuuu…” you huff, arms wrapping around his neck and gripping at the black hairs that sit at the nape of his neck. Your head is falling to his shoulder, nosing along his jugular.

Hearing his name fall from your mouth in the pathetic, needy cry it was he can feel his balls tighten. Everything you do makes his cock twitch deep insure you- and you can feel every fucking bit of it. “So fucking warm…” he sighs, more to himself than you. He’s positive he could completely lose himself in the ecstasy that was your tight, wet cunt.

He can hear every soft whimper and moan right neck to his ear, your breath tickling his skin. “Y-you’re so fucking deep.” You coo, your eyes fluttering shut and rolling to the back of your skull when you begin to roll your hips against him, grinding his cock deep inside you.

“Ye-yeah?” He chokes out with a breathless laugh, trying to keep any sense of composure he can. Nam-Gyu is not a virgin by any means but this secret crush, no, obsession, he’s had with you for the year you’ve been his dealer has bubbled up for so long and he had NEVER thought he would get to this point.

To him you were untouchable, so far out of his league that it was pathetic of him to even try with you. You were nothing like the sleazy bimbos he found himself hanging around during his shifts at the club. You were cunning, funny, so fucking smart that it pissed him off but yet, you were one of the largest dealers in the area with the best reviews. You were a walking fucking dream.

“You like it?” He hums, nudging your face with his cheek, you lift yourself back up with a moan, feeling his cock rock deep inside you with every minuscule movement. Leaning back a bit, you’re both looking down at how your swollen pussy is spread wide around him, puffy lips swallowing him greedily and stretched open so wide your clit is on perfect display.

Folds gaped obscenely to take in every inch he so graciously gives you, throbbing but visibly pulsating. “feeling how f-fucking deep I am…I’m ruining your poor cunt..” he gasps, mouth going slack and watering at the sight.

You whine, both at his words and the sight itself. Your dragging on hand off his shoulder and sliding it down your stomach and to your leaking pussy. Pointer and middle fingers tracing the edges of your cunt and the sides of his cock- you’re clenching when you feel with your own hands how your pussy is accommodating Nam-Gyu’s girth.

“Don’t f-fucking do that- oh my god…” Nam-Gyu chokes, he can’t even describe the things seeing you touch yourself does to him. He watches on as you trace the pads of your fingers around your clit, the sound of your wetness sloshing with each circle you make. You’re jolting against him, eyebrows upturned, biting your lip, moaning so sweetly and you’re oh so fixated on the same view. Nam-Gyu looks back up to you, sees how you’re just as wrecked about it as him he’s releasing your ass and bringing his hands up to his face.

Veiny hands drag down his face, he’s laughing in disbelief that he’s even gotten to this point, but he knows it’s inevitable…the high of those pretty colorful pill you spit into his mouth is making him feel everything 10x more.

“Yeah, I’m gonna cum quick.” It’s said like it was the conclusion of a whole conversation he had inside his head.

You look back up to him, finally, broken out of the trance you were in when you hear him, you have no time to ask him what he even meant- he’s planting his feet flat on the carpeted floor of your living room and snaking his arms around your back, caging you to him completely.

It’s an instant onslaught of rapid, depraved thrusts as Nam-Gyu pistons his hips up into your cunt. Wet squelches and slaps fill your ears and you’re digging your nails so hard into his shoulders that you’re breaking skin through the fabric of his shirt.

“O-oh! F-fuck!!!” You’re sobbing out. His cock has a down right evil curve that makes him hit your g-spot every single time. “Nam-Gyu!” You feel like you’re about to explode.

“Mhm….’s it..you take it so fuckin’ well.” He slurs, manipulating you up and down his cock like you were a fuck doll, “c-could fuckin stay in you forever.” Nam-Gyu is biting his bottom lip, turning his head to nuzzle himself into the junction of your neck and shoulder.

Hands running up and down your back, he’s trying to touch anywhere he can. Nam-Gyu can feel his cock throb, pulse after pulse he’s chasing after the orgasm that he’s been holding back since the second he got a taste of your pretty pussy.

It’s so fucking good. It’s messy, sloppy, and desperate. You can feel the bloom of your orgasm deep within your cunt. You’re sobbing out, “yesyesyes! Jus’ like that- oh my godddd” you slur, completely cockdrunk at this point. You can’t remember the last time

You were fucked like this. Your head now falling to his shoulder and your fingers tugging at his hair Nam-Gyu is letting out a low hum of approval.

This is how he needed you. Fucked dumb. Fucked dumb by him.

“Uh-huh ‘s it….jus’ take it…” he’s sushing you, the idea of you using him is out the window. He knows he’s going to be a goner for sure, he’s going to busting quick in your gooey walls, he needs to feel you cum before he does. “needa- fuck you’re so wet..” he growls, nails scratching at your back and waist, “needa feel you cream around my cock.”

He’s shifting once more, nudging you to sit back upright as hard as it was, “touch y’self f’me again…wanna watch.” He pleads, eyes trailing downwards to look at the mess you’ve both made, “Fuck you’re so messy…” another groan.

Placing one hand on his knee and leaning back, your other hand goes straight to your engorged bud, tracing frantic circles that make your pussy spasm around him. He doesn’t let up, he’s jackhammering his cock into you, your sticky wetness spraying his abdomen with every thrust.

“It-it feels so fucking good~” you sob out, the wet noises of your sloppy pussy drowns out by Nam-Gyu’s whiny moans and praises. “I-oh shit- Nam-Gyu you’re gonna make m-me cum.” You pant, your orgasm imminent at this point.

He never thought he would hear those words in person. He would have accepted the fact that what you just said was something he conjured up in a fantasy he imagined while he was fisting his cock- but no, you’re saying it. You. Are really saying it.

“Ohhhh fuck me..” Nam-Gyu groans, he can feel the way his balls tighten he’s about to cum so fucking hard, “You close?” He says running one hand up your spine to grab at the back of your neck forcing your eyes back up. Making you look at him, he has to know what a pretty face like yours looks like when you cum.

“I can- fuck mmpfh- I can feel you clenching around me.” You nod in response at his words, the only possible way you can respond. You can feel him pulse and throb inside you, his hand on your neck grabs tighter, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Gonna let me c-cum inside? Needa fill you up so bad.” He’s looking up from your messy cunt to you, giving you a look that’s akin to a pleading puppy.

“Y-yes! Please, fuck- ohmygod! Just like that!” Your words are slurred and almost impossible to decipher. You’re body is locking up it feels so fucking good. All you can do is take it, your hips moving in tiny sporadic jerking motions as you let him use you while you rub your fingers against your clit.

“Fuck you’re not real…” Nam-Gyu gasps out, nose touching yours, breath fanning your lips. “Gonna cum so- fucking shit!- gonna cum so deep in your tight cunt….” His voice is turning to a snarl, his teeth clenched and you can feel the way his nose scrunches.

“Mhm!!!” You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood nodding your head, getting closer and closer to that sweet release.

“An’ your sloppy pussy’s gonna take it all…” he punctuates his words with a particularly harsh thrust, “A-and I’m gonna….” He’s grunting, he’s so fucking close, “gonna cum in you over and over until your leaking my cum for days-“

“Cum f’me, pretty. Fuck- please…please I wanna feel it.” Thrusts now sloppy and erratic, he was so, so fucking close. Rhythmic, lewd wet slaps fill your ears, you can hear the sloshing sound your cunt makes with each drive of his cock deep into you.

“O-oh! Fuck! Yesyesyesyes!!” Words slurred and creaky, you’re meeting his thrusts with equally depraved and sloppy swivels of your hips and your fingers work harder against your clit. Your orgasm gushes out of you in a thick stream that splashes against his pelvis, cunt clamping down on his cock.

“I-oh fuck! You can squirt?!” Nam-Gyu says, somewhat pulled back into reality when he realizes somehow you just got better. Like all the lewd porn videos he’s watched, your cum is streaming out of you, splashing with every thrust he uses to prolong it. Your moans are practically squeals at this point, fingers still working against your clit fervently.

“Oh god- fuck- ‘m gonna cum- so fucking tight!” He’s growling, fingers gripping the back of your neck so tight you know you’re going to have an imprint of his hand there tomorrow. With a couple more brutal thrusts he’s slamming himself deep within you and cumming. It’s so much. Rope after rope, you can feel every gooey strand paint your insides in a warm white coating.

“‘M cuummminggg..” it’s a low, choked rasp that has your pussy clenching even harder around him. Much like he fucked you through your orgasm, you do it for him. Continuously slamming your hips down and milking his cock for all he has.

Nam-Gyu is whining, pathetic attempts at your name and praises of your pussy. Hips pathetically jerking into your cunt as he cums buckets into your cunt like a virgin who just fucked for the first time. And you just continue to fuck him- he’s in heaven. Every slide of your cum filled cunt up and down his length has Nam-Gyu vibrating with overstimulation.

He’s the one who has to stop you- adjusting his hold to your hips to still your movement. A soft whimper comes from your lips, the trip of the pill and the feeling of his cum leaking from you- already making you want to go again.

“E-easy- fucking shit- you fuckin’ milked me dry, baby- I-i needa minute…” leaning back on the couch and releasing his hold on the back of your neck, Nam-Gyu looks down at his lap.

He’s covered in a debauched mixture of his own cum and yours. He can see as it still leaks from you, creaming around his cock and adding to the milky white ring around his base.

“It’s so much…” your soft whine makes him look back to you. Face flushed, hair a mess, cute little nightgown still bunched in your hand- god you’re a dream. You pull your hand away from your clit with a jerk of your body.

“Mhm…” Nam-Gyu hums, “couldn’t help it…your pussy is crazy good.” He says teasingly with a soft laugh.

“Better than my drugs?” You question, equally as breathless, your smile matching his.

“If you were selling this pussy like you were selling drugs…..” Nam-Gyu murmurs, his thumb suddenly brushing against your cunt, tracing your swollen folds and collecting the mess between the two of you on his finger.

“Well for one I’d be upset becuase this….” He says, thumb tapping at your clit, “this pussy is priceless….” He laughs breathlessly.

You cringe at the joke and playfully slap his shoulder. Even with him still deep inside you, cock pressed up against your cervix, you banter like best friends.

“But, fuck yeah…’s better than any high I’ve ever had. And I’ve shot up designer shit in the back of Club Pentagon…” Nam-Gyu grabs your hips, shifting a bit- just trying to get more comfy on the couch. He doesn’t mean anything by it truly- his cock is so overstimulated that it hurts but he cannot bring himself to leave the warmth of your tight cunt.

When he sees how more of his cum is forced out of you, pouring out of your gaped cunt and around his cock?! Yeah…suddenly he’s ready to go again.

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[seaweef]

i need thanos and namgyu in me at the same time rn!

[seaweef]

*⁀➷ Head’s Best When Stoned

Thanos / Choi Su-Bong (Player 230) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+) , oral while high

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The room is thick with the acrid smoke of what had to have been the third blunt of the night. And if Thanos was honest with himself, he would have been more than well off with the first two.

But the third blunt? Well…he had to smoke it when he’d knew you’d be coming home.

You’d think he’s so cute! Rolling you a lil’ blunt after a hard day at work. Fuck, the dude even lights it for you and holds it while you get undressed and into your comfy clothes.

But it’s really not for you…it’s for him.

He knows how you get. Get a little high and he says something in a low voice or runs his hands along your curves for a little too long and you’re ready to tear his clothes off.

He’s strategic about it, letting you smoke at least half the blunt and get settled in bed. He’d ask you about your day, fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he hums along to your complaints of the workplace. Then his hands slip lower, running right above the waistband of your shorts.

A few sly comments here and there and his deft fingers working your cunt open for a minute and you’re stamping out the blunt and hiking his shorts down faster than he could even say your name.

And that’s how he gets to experience his favorite thing- getting head while getting high!

“Hey, slow down…take your time, yeah?”

You’re looking up at him and trying your best to glare at him with the way just the tip of his cock is stretching out your mouth. He’s completely naked, just like you are, laid up in the bed like he rules the world while you suck on his cock.

Thanos is lighting the blunt that you discarded, there’s more than half to smoke left and bringing it to his mouth. Even as he puffs on it a few times to get it rolling, his eyes never leave where his cock disappears into your mouth.

“Yeahhh there you go, jus’ like that sweet thing- oh fuckkk.”

Thanos head is tipping back against the pillows, thighs clenching under your hands as you swallow more of him. Your tongue is devious, always has been, you’re licking up and down the underside of his cock as you take every inch.

He lazily rolls his head back down to look at you, sucking another hit from the blunt. His free hand threads itself through your hair, pulling it back into a make-shift ponytail. “Mmm, fuck…always look s’pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

You pull him out of your mouth, dropping your jaw open and slapping the underside of his cock on your warm tongue with a heavy plap! plap! plap! Before taking him right back in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and slowly sinking back down.

Thanos laughs proudly, his painted nails scratch at your scalp as a small gesture of his praise, “you nasty bitch, fuck I love you.” He growls around the blunt.

You’re sucking in a deep breath and sliding him all the way down your throat, choking and spitting around him until your nose is pressed to the patch of hair that trails up his stomach. “Fucking hell! Tight fuckin’ throat.”

His voice is muffled by the smoke that billows out of his lips, his hand pushing you up and down his cock lazily, “always suck me so good baby, takin’ me alllll the way in that tight fuckin’ throat” He’s pushing you further down, nodding as you keep taking him despite the way you’re beginning to gag and choke.

The rapper coughs a bit as he chuckles, red eyes watching you like a hawk “you better get used to it because I’m about to fuck the shit out of your throat.”

You can’t help but moan around him, the thought turns you on more than it should. This turns you on more than it should. He’s making you do all the work as he smoke the rest of your blunt and talking like you’re just some fleshlight and not his girlfriend of 2 years.

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[seaweef]

Hyiaa, I just say I'm absolutely OBSESSEDDDD with your Thanos and Nam-gyu fics, seriously you're amazing and I CAN'T stop smiling at the screen whenever I read them like??? You're way of writing if fucking immaculate wtf?? Girl you better keep up with the good work🫶🏽

But now I'm wondering how the boys react during reader's menstrual cycle... OR EVEN BETTER... HEAR ME OUT

When she's OVULATING

BAM I said it

I AM SO FUCKING SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!??? totally didn’t get started then get lost in my drafts….and I also didn’t totally revamp it once I found it again. This is literally such a good ask. Also thank you for the kind words??? I LOVE KNOWIN I MAKE YEW SMILE WHEN YOU READ MY THINKS ON THANGYUUU <333

I went with a headcannon style for writing this one (I hope you don’t mind)

Warnings: 18+ , nsfw / sfw themes

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Okay so…admittedly at first they were both so ass with anything to do with periods or ovulation or anything to do with period products- completely oblivious

They both know what a period is, they just don’t particularly realize how much of an effect it has on someone who experiences a period until you’ve come along

Thanos 100% though a ‘heavy flow’ was a new way of saying a rapper had good bars in their raps

When you first told them you had cramps they straight up asked if if you overdid it with a workout or something

When you had to ask them to get you pads or tampons for the first time…fucking hell it was a challenge

They just need to be trained </3

The group chat you had with the three of them was blowing up nonstop. As much as you loved them, this only made your headache worse.

‘Why is there so fucking many’

‘I’ve lost Nam-Gyu. Do I call 911?!’

‘No don’t call 911, you’re in a small store you’ll find him’

‘I told you the brand I needed.’

‘Okay yeah, you told me the brand but you didn’t tell me that brand would have so many fucking products. Like I mean come on…there’s like 70 different options here.’

‘Found Nam-Gyu! :D What does “with wings” mean?’

‘I want the ones with the wings. Just get any brand at this point idc.’

‘Wings for my angel’

‘Wait are you mad now?! :( I swear I’m trying here can’t say the same for shit-for-brains’

‘You’re too pussy to say it out loud that’s why you text it :P’

‘Not mad ‘Gyu…just tired and hurting. Get ones with wings and the overnight kind.’

‘What size pussy you wear?’

Once they got back from that trip you explained to them why there was so many options and how you had a specific favorite brand and even more specific product from that brand

They then took pictures of all four sides of the pad or tampon box to save or for the next time they tried to find your items

After seeing how it affected you, the way you’re more lethargic and in pain, they begin to take your menstrual cycle more seriously than you do.

Nam-Gyu then has your cycle in his calendar and shares it with Thanos as well as you

The second that calendar reminder goes off, you’re getting texts from both of them to confirm if it came on that day

They also can’t seem to grasp that although your period sucks and it’s worse on some days and not others- it’s something you’ve been dealing with for a long while and you know how to cope with everything- you’re not dying.

You falter in your steps when a sharp pain hits? They’re asking if they need to take you to the hospital. You get up to change your pad or tampon a little sooner than normal? They’re both convinced you’re bleeding out

After learning about what you need and what your period is like, they’re both attentive in their own ways.

“Here you go, girlie.” Nam-Gyu says tapping your shoulder and passing a hot bowl of homemade Ramen over your shoulder from behind the couch.

Your eyes widen and you turn around, smiling at him with a wide but tired smile. This has been a particularly tough day, horrible cramps, heavy flow, headaches, the whole lot. “Ohhhh!! You’re the fucking best.” You say, taking the warm bowl from his hands.

“Mhm, I know~” he says, leaning over the back of the couch and bending down to kiss the crown of your head, he’s ruffling your hair before grabbing a bottle of water out of his apron pocket and placing it against your legs on the couch, “You better fuckin’ drink this, you can’t only drink soda- you’ll get dehydrated.”

Your attention is turned away from Nam-Gyu when the front door opens. “I’m back!!” Thanos calls out, wide grin becoming impossibly wider when he sees you sitting on the couch. “Ahhh!! My baby! Perfect, I come bearing gifts.”

Thanos walks towards you, dropping a couple plastic bags down on the couch and sifting through them, beginning to hand you things one by one. “Okay so I got you more of those pain meds you like…” he’s placing the bottle in your lap.

“Got you some chocolates…they unfortunately didn’t have your favorite so I got literally every other one they had in store so we can now decide on a second one to have as a backup for next time…” he’s lifting one of the plastic bags, now identified as being solely chocolate.

“And got you more pads like you requested, the exact ones you requested.” He always says that now after the first pad incident.

You smile wide and lean to reach him, “Thank you!!” You say holding your bowl of ramen steady, “gimme kiss, handsome!” Thanos leans in happily, connecting his lips with yours in a slow kiss.

“Take your meds.” Nam-Gyu calls from the kitchen. Thanos is pulling away, realizing the Ramen in your hand then quickly making his way into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Nam-Gyu from behind and hooking his chin over the household cook’s shoulder.

“Ramen for dinner?”

“Mhm…she requested it.”

“I’ll take them in a bit!” You’re calling out over your shoulder to Nam-Gyu, too engrossed in the level of the video game you’re playing to pause to take the pain medication

“I will come over there and shove them down your throat, princess- don’t test me.”

“Ooooo, so hot when you scold her ‘Gyu.” Thanos coos, squeezing Nam-Gyu tighter.

Now when you’re ovulating?

Those two freaks just know

It’s something about how you hold yourself, how you walk, the little purr that takes over you voice- they just can tell

Almost like dogs, they can smell when you’re ovulating. It’s not that they can smell your arousal- they always say it’s your skin. It’s something uniquely you that almost makes their ears ring.

Pheromones. What they’re smelling is pheromones.

Being in a relationship with the both of them, being near each other almost all hours of almost every day, being intimate- they’re so in tune with you that they can pick up on the slight hints your body gives them.

Also…with living with the both of them…With those two fine ass men around ready to do whatever you ask?- you don’t have to do much to get whatever you need

Wanna watch them fuck each other just while you use your favorite little vibrator on yourself? Done!

Want to just spend hours sucking them both off because there’s just something about the weight of their cocks in your mouth that makes your mind go numb? Lol! Easy money!

It’s when you’re ovulating that they realized they might actually not be able to keep up with you in terms of sex- you’re making them fuck you over and over until both of them are twitching and damn near crying from overstimulation while you’re crying for another round

They end up developing a fucking system where they’re practically tagging each other in and out of the ‘ring’ like some wwe fighters or something (the ring being your pussy)

Also- they’re both so whipped they give you whatever you want when you want it

It’s 3am… and here you were, waking up randomly with a huge throbbing in your lower stomach and damp panties. You do try to get back to sleep, but you mind is flashing with images of the little session that put you to sleep to begin with.

Stuffed so full of both their cocks, begging them to cum inside you over and over until you were fucked stupid- yeah…you weren’t getting back to sleep anytime soon.

You wiggle a bit, loosening yourself out of the mess of limbs that was currently the cuddle pile. Nam-Gyu was to your right, facing you with his arms lightly draped over your stomach. Thanos was to your left, curled into you with one hand arched over your head on the pillows and tangled in Nam-Gyu’s hair.

You’re huffing, tossing and turning trying to ease yourself of the heat that is taking over your entire body. You need them.

Whining, you’re turning your head to press your forehead against Thanos’ and rub your nose against his, your hand tracing up his bare torso- he doesn’t wake up. He rouses, his face twitching into a blissed out smile and his cock begins to grow in his boxers- but he’s not away.

“C’monn.” You whine louder, but still nothing. You’re about to turn over and begin to try and wake Nam-Gyu but you can already feel his side of the bed shift.

Nam-Gyu’s arm removes itself from holding you as he flops down on his back, his eyes still closed- you almost think he’s asleep. You then see his hand fish out his hardening cock.

“C’mon, take what you need, girlie.” His voice is soft, laced with sleep, and creaky- it only makes you wetter. His hand is lazily pumping his cock, getting himself hard as you straddle his thighs.

You’re huffing and whining, removing his hand from his cock and replacing it with yours. The second you drag his fat cock head through your folds you’re nearly falling over on top of him. You’re still so fucking sensitive but you need it.

Sinking down onto him, you’re spearing your cunt open on his thick length, a wanton cry ripping from your throat.

Apparently all you needed to do was moan out all nice and pretty to wake up Thanos because now he’s up and beginning to make his way behind you.

“How rude…” he scoffs, his voice deep and rough. Thanos’ tattooed hands push your down forward on Nam-Gyu, hand staying on your lower back to push you into that deep arch he love sooo much, “Didn’t wanna invite me?”

Thanos is prodding his already hard cock at your stuffed pussy, “I-I tried! You didn’t wake up!” You whine, beginning to feel the wide stretch of having both their cocks deep inside you. You’re pressing your hips back eagerly, seeking more.

“Hmm didn’t try hard enough…must not want it that bad…” He’s drawing his hips back and pulling out, his cock dragging deliciously against Nam-Gyu’s who is now wide awake.

“No I do! I tried- I swear- you sleep so fucking hard. I wan’ both of you!” You’re pleading, trying to press your hips back but it’s not working with how they hold you.

“Don’t be so mean to her…” Nam-Gyu coos like he’s not the one holding your hips in place, “…she’s a needy thing and you’re just mad I woke up first.”

“Well now neither of you are going back to sleep anytime soon.” Thanos says, plunging his cock deep inside you, ripping a high pitched moan from both you and Nam-Gyu

All in all, the two boyfriends are better than one applies here because they both know exactly how to take care of you during those times!!

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[seaweef]

*⁀➷ Mid-Game Anger Relief

Nam-Gyu (Player 124) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+) , degradation , mean namgyu , sex while playing video games , exhibitionim (ish)

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When you and Nam-Gyu started dating and he found out you liked to play a lot of the video games he did- you never thought he would use it to his advantage in the way he did.

Sure, he enjoyed being able to play his own games with you curled up next to him doing your own thing. He also adored being able to play co-op games with you and have you actually give him a run for his money (Nam-gyu was rather competitive and liked the challenge).

But his favorite perk of having a cute gamer girlfriend?

Being able to get rid of his mid-match frustration by fucking his sweet girlfriend raw and cumming deep inside you- all while you play and keep his character alive!

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ kill my character.” He’s slapping your cheek rapidly. The slaps are soft and quick, definitely not enough to hurt but enough to make you peel your eyes open and flop your head back to the side, trying to focus on the screen. “You fucking die, I’ll leave you here. You won’t cum.”

His voice is coming out almost like a growl, teeth clenched and chest heaving. You know he’s serious. Whining and practically chewing your bottom lip raw, your fingers meticulously mash the buttons trying to kill the enemies on the screen. It’s so hard to aim straight when every wet thrust jolts you on the couch.

Nam-Gyu is transfixed by the way he splits your messy hole open, every thrust wets his dick even more with your creamy arousal. “Gonna fuckin’ take it alll.” He says, jackhammering his hips into yours like your cunt is the reason for his poor game performance. “Sloppy cunt just sucking me in.”

Every thrust you can feel the frustration he harbors from the online match of whatever game he was playing.

Elbows tucked into your sides and arms raised slightly with the way you hold the console controller, it emphasizes every lewd jiggle of your tits under that fucking shirt you’re wearing.

Frantically, he’s reaching under your arms, hand sliding up your sternum and bunching your shirt up. Your tits spill out from the confines of the fabric, now bouncing in time with each of his thrusts. Almost instantly, one of his hands is flying down your chest, moulding and squeezing the fat in his hands before honing in on your nipple, flicking the peaked bud.

Once again your eyes are fluttering shut and you’re whimpering out his name. And trying to open your eyes only to have them roll to the back of your skull when he angles his thrusts to hit your g-spot every single time

“How fucking pathetic…” he spits out like he’s not the one making you this way, like he’s not the one fucking you stupid and rearranging your insides, “you can’t even keep your eyes open. You’re gonna kill my character and you’re not gonna get to cum.” He laughs, like you’re only set up for failure.

“‘M trying.” You plead, using all the willpower you have to peel your eyes back open to look at the screen. You’ve taken some damage but you’ve managed to keep the character alive. “I-Im keeping you alive!” You choke, frantically pressing buttons on the controller.

With his thrusts never faltering, he’s turning backwards to look at the TV, surprisingly you’re doing well, keeping up with the rest of the team in kills of the enemy team.

“Hm, would you look at that, you can do something right.”

He’s turning backwards towards you, looking down at where he sinks into you. His hair falls into his face, some strands swaying with each forward motion.

“You’re so fuckin’ messy. This is supposed to be for me y’know” he kisses his teeth and rolls his eyes like he’s the one inconvenienced, “Yet your gushing around me like you haven’t had a good fucking in a day in your life.”

He says it like it’s an annoyance, degrading and mocking. Yet, he keeps driving his hips forward making you gush around his cock even more. You can hear how wet you are, every forward thrust Nam-Gyu does makes a sickening squelch that you know the lobby can probably hear.

Oh right! The lobby! The online lobby of Nam-Gyu’s friends that are in the game with him. The group of friends that you can hear from the discarded headset- yelling out call-outs and cussing each other out.

Your eyes remove themselves from the TV for a split second to look over at the headset. It’s on the opposite end of the couch, microphone still bent inwards from the way Nam-Gyu had it when he wore it. The thought of Thanos, Se-Mi, Min-Su, Gyeong-Su and whoever else may be in the voice chat hearing what’s going on only makes you more turned on.

Following your gaze, his angry scowl turns into a sadistic grin when he realizes where you’re looking “Such a fuckin’ slut y’know that?”

You look back to the TV, to the character you have to keep alive instinctively when you hear his voice. “Fucking clenchin’ like you’re gonna snap my dick off”.

“You like the idea of my friends hearing you take my dick? Bet they can hear your sloppy cunt already.”

“It’s not that-“ you whine out, trying to excuse every way your body is betraying you.

“No? It isn’t?” His hands squeeze your waist, tightening his grip and using it as leverage to drive you down on his cock. He’s stretching you open in was that has you feeling like he’s alll the way in your stomach.

He pauses for a moment, reaching across the couch to grab the discarded headset and move it closer to the two of you.

Nam-Gyu drives his hips back until only the tip rests in your opening, “So you don’t like the idea of my friends hearing how I wreck you?” He says in a low voice, one that wouldn’t be picked up by the microphone just yet. He’s shallowly thrusting in, only until you hear the sickening pop! of the head of his cock being swallowed by your sticky walls.

“N-no I-.” Your voice is pathetic when you hear it, broken and creaky.

“I bet they can hear how wet you are…” Nam-Gyu purrs, tilting his head ever so slightly and removing one hand from your waist.

When his thumb comes in contact with your clit, drawing lazy circles around it- you’re letting out a gasp of his name, he’s laughing “Ohhhh~ I know they heard that one.”

Your body betrays your own words. The second he mentions how his group of friends most certainly heard your desperate moans- your cunt is pulsing around him.

“God, you’re pathetic.” He scoffs, his hips beginning to pick up their pace once more, “but since y’wanna put on a show so bad…”

He’s placing both hands on your thighs and pushing them back so far your knees are practically touching your ears. He slowly sinks back into your tight hole, inch after agonizing inch that has your back arching up off the couch.

You’re gasping a choked sound that drawls on into a whiney moan the farther he pushes his cock into you. You’re biting your lip to muffle the sound, although it’s far too late and it was most certainly picked up by the head set microphone.

“Oh no…” he’s saying in a sing-song voice, shaking his head. “You can do better than that….” Nam-Gyu scoffs at your soft moan, “come on now, why don’t you give them the nice lil show you wanna put on so badly since you’re making them carry the team, hm?”

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Taglist: @namsgyu @nuttybeans @namgyucat @g1rlonthe3internet @reilapse @yuuumeee @thanosspills

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He was looking way too fine this season oh my goodness

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knife play with nam-gyu during hide and seek..nghgfn..

no bcuz ure so real. why was he so hot in that. he was singing. talking abt one night stands. he was so horny. he was so yummy. this one no proofread:(.

warnings: 18+, sex, knifeplay (knife would scratch u just a lil’ bit), blood kink, cunnilingus during hide & seek, dubcon, object fucking :3, nam-gyu x fem!reader

人｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ oh no! you were red, and he was blue! you frowned as you looked at him from the other side, the only "ally" you had. once the rules were announced, he'd immediately come to you, with his hands pressed together: "c'mon, can you even kill with that? i know you can't." he says, on his knees, drugged-out of his mind. "please, please, let's switch teams, just let me have it, hm?" his hands were already holding the handle of the sword, like he knows you'd give in immediately. the sharp blade would accidentally scrape his finger and he winces, "fff...m'bleeding." "sorry." you immediately mumbled. seeing the blood drip down to the palm of his already bloodied-up hands from the previous games. "make it feel better—" he catches you off-guard by shoving the bleeding finger past your lips, you choke. "give me the sword, c'mon! don't be difficult, jeez." he stares right into you, into how you were getting used to the metallic taste of his blood.

of course you give in.

"fuck yes! thank you, thank youuuu..." you stare at the big wide grin plastered on his lips, "we're gonna team up, yeah?" a big hand tugging lightly on the key necklace wrapped around your neck, "g'nna find you, and thank you... you for bein' such a good teammate—" when he was overdosing with drugs, he was more vocal. he talked more, but you can't help but shake the fact he's sounding just like thanos right about now. "...thought you were a stupid cunt, in the midst of it all, but you're so smart!"

wow. fuck him.

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the hide and seek game finally starts, and you're quivering in your boots! where were you gonna hide? you hear "player 124, pass" just a few minutes ago, so you try your best to stay alive, hiding in a small room your key had opened. were you so sure that he'd be finding you? he was overdosed! of course he'd forget you the second you leave his sight.

these thoughts however, leave your mind when you hear his silly voice, humming a famous song about love and whatnot. you also hear echoes of your name being called out, guess he didn't forget about you.

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atleast now you know you're safe. well... at the very least, the safest place you could be is right underneath him, legs spread with him in-between, and the sword you offered to give him as he glides the smooth blade against your clothes. "nam-gyu... i... anyone could kill us, kill me...!" he just laughs. "you're not thinkin' right, ah... no-one's gonna kill you, m'right here." he says as to assure you, "and i won't kill you, because i've already passed right? and this is just a small lil’ thank you gesture." you nod, just staring at him with all the utmost trust you could give. afterall, he's the one holding the knife.

his shakings hands (not from fear but from the pills) that's holding the sword, slowly rips the hem of your shirt. "nam-gyu! they're not gonna give me new clothes—!" he quickly points the knife to your face, and you freeze. "shhhh. don't worry, all you do is worry!" the cold blade would press slightly against your lips. "this isn't about you, can't you understand that? we're gonna do what i want." he brings the sword back to your shirt, slowly ripping the fabric in half to see your bra underneath, "i-i don't want other people to see me naked," you frowned, "fuck, you keep complaining, i'm just getting to the good part." he groans in annoyance, his clouded eyes glaring at you with disgust, while you stare back like you were begging for mercy.

he'd rip your bra too. his mouth would immediately latch onto one of your nipples, whilst the other sensitive bud feeling the cold, metal knife. "fuck. i miss this... you're so cute ’n weak." he'd bite at the hardened bud, eyes staring at you. "you know you want this too? even how everyone's dyin', you want to get fucked. by me. of all people." he'd lick a long stripe against your cleavage. "m'so glad that jerk thanos is dead, for sure he'd fuck you too. and you'd gladly take it."

"guess that's just how sluts think. ’ts okay, thanos told me alot ’bout girls like you." "m'not a slut..." he'd snicker to himself, the way you were trying to defend yourself despite the situation was quite ironic. "you act like one," the sword would move on to rip the fabric in-between your thighs. his eyes would light up, seeing the pool of pure wetness and arousal at the center of your underwear... so delicious. so easy to eat it all up. "you're wet like how a slut would be in this situation, y'know that?" he'd grin wide. knowing full well he's right.

the knife would drag to rip your panties, he wasn't gentle with it, "careful!" he was careful enough not to accidentally cut off your clit or something, but he couldn't care less either way. "awww. but it's just missin' something." the blade would slice through the supple flesh of your inner thighs. just a small slice. just enough for blood to drip down. it didn't hurt much, but you'd still wince. "oopsies." he smiled, "what- what for! s-stop! you hurt me!" he'd point the knife again to your neck, just to stop you from always complaining. "can't you take it like a slut too?" his head would dive in-between your legs, his tongue darting down at the slice he'd give, further smearing it on your thighs. your hands would instinctively tug on his hair. "nam-gyu! we can't do this!"

"don't tell me what to do, we do what i want. i'm the one holdin' the knifeeee..." he speaks like he's drunk. his tongue would move to your folds, then to your clit, but not too long, he doesn't want you to be too pleased by him. just enough to hear you squirm. "nam-gyu!" he'd play with you. smearing your own juices and own blood together, tasting absolute perfection for a pyschopath like him. and it feels good for you, him making you feel better because he hurt you. that's what you like to think. that he's still thinking of your pleasure. "y'wanna be fucked? tell me," you nod your head, the knife pointed at you would touch your neck, "yea-yea! wanna be fuck... fucked." "wow. didn't even put up a fight, you're sososo silly.."

he'd move the knife to the apex of your thighs. turning the handle to kiss your clit. "wanna fuck this?" you don't answer. "wanna fuck this little thing that's killed someone? you're so filthy." you whimper, but you couldn't reject him eitherway ! "take it. i know you follow orders, s'good.." he'd push the handle past your clenching hole, and you'd whine. the handle stretched you just right, but the plastic was an unfamiliar feeling. "nn.. nam-gyu.." he ducks to give some attention to your clit, maybe he's got some pity left in him. he'd make out with the glistening bundle of muscles, throbbing at his disposal. twitching at how he was making it so sensitive.

you think, over and over, when will this hide and seek game end? you shouldn't be into this. yet you are. "y'better cum or you won't win the gameee. everyone's playing hide and seek. you were playing a different and more fucked-up game.

yayyy i posted :3 not my blog popping off again once squid games 3 released

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*⁀➷ And They Were Roommates!!

Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

my head is plagued with soft namgyu so here’s this

Warnings: sfw , weed usage , bathing together , even though this is sfw this blog is 18+

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You two were just roommates that’s it.

Split the rent, split utilities- it was simply an arrangement that you and Nam-Gyu agreed upon.

You two are just roommates when you pass by each other between the nuances of each of your day to day lives. Maybe a ‘hey’ here and there as one of you walks into your room while the other leaves for work.

You two are just roommates when you both find yourselves sharing a blunt late at night watching some fuck ass cartoon and talking about life as if you two were childhood friends.

You two are just roommates when you both begin to cook a bit extra during dinner. Creating a leftover box with a handwritten note of ‘free to eat’. Knowing only one of you two would eat it. Only you two lived there!!

You two were just roommates when Nam-Gyu would text you to see when you’d be arriving home from work late at night. Making sure that even though your day was ass, that you were okay.

‘U coming home soon? Just made it back from work’

‘Yeah…boss is up my ass have to stay a bit late. :(‘

‘U eat?’

‘Yep, I took the leftovers you put in the fridge if that’s okay…there was a note saying it was free to take so I just figured’

‘Good. U need to start eating better anyways. U can’t not eat at work for 8 hrs straight, stupid.’

You don’t even have time to type your reply before he’s texting again.

‘Left deadbolt undone so it’s just the main lock. Getting in bath. I had a fucked up day 2 omfg’

Nam-Gyu does get in the bath, pre-rolled blunt sat at the edge of the bath waiting to be lit- it’s one of his favorite ways to relax after a shitty day. The big lights are off, the only source of light in the bathroom was the little salt rock lamp that you had put on the counter when you moved in here.

Nam-Gyu remembers at first he thought it was dumb- who fucking spends money on a hunk of salt. But now as he strips down and steps into the tub, the low orange light casting a soft glow around him that physically helps to ease his straining eyes- he guesses it isn’t that bad.

When he strips down, stepping into the steaming water, he’s letting out a low groan, sinking down further into the tub until he’s full seated. Leaning back, he cranes his neck from side to side, trying to ease the tension that had accumulated throughout the day.

It’s a routine! After a rough work day, he comes home, rolls a blunt, runs a hot bath, and most importantly…

He leaves bathroom door wide open waiting for you to join him.

And like it’s rehearsed (it is, you two have done this for over 4 months at this point) you soon file into the steamy bathroom, strip completely naked and step into the tub with him. Not even a word is exchanged. Nam-Gyu just hits the blunt, adding to the already steamy bathroom, and waits for you to join him.

He does look at your naked body a little too hard when you step into the bath with him. And he absolutely has one of his arms slung over your shoulder- a hand on one of your tits when you settle into the space between his legs and rest your back against his chest.

But is far from sexual. It’s some deep admiration and an innate urge to feel your softness and warmth against every part of him possible.

You can feel every part of him against you. But, again, it’s not sexual, it’s so deeply intimate that it instantly relaxes you- you’re sinking further back into him, further under the hot water. The tension in your muscles melts away the longer you’re in this position, making you feel like you’re weighed down into the bath. It’s so calming, so safe- you would never leave if you had the option.

But you are just roommates!!!

You lean your head back against his shoulder and instantly he’s pressing his nose to your hair, inhaling the scent of you, tired eyes fluttering shut. Nam-Gyu even pulls you closer, tightening his grip around you and nuzzling his cheek against your head.

“Rough day?” You ask, voice hoarse and exhausted from the day of work.

“Mhm..” he nods against you, humming his response into your ear. “I’m gonna fuckin’ quit.” He grumbles, holding the blunt out in front of you.

You laugh softly, “No ya not…” You respond, taking the blunt from his hand and taking your own hit. “You like it when it’s not the most shitty lineup on the schedule.”

He can’t help but laugh along with you, the fact you know exactly why he’s pissed off from work today makes his body warmer than it already is- you remembered the exact coworkers he complained about and how those coworkers were the ones he had to work with tonight.

He hadn’t even told you that was why he was pissed- you just knew. You could tell the type of anger and frustration it was.

Hooking his chin over your shoulder, skin damp with the water from the bath, he’s pressing a kiss to your cheek. It’s one of his favorite spots to kiss- anytime he did it he got to feel the way you smiled.

As soon as his lips would press against your skin, he could feel your muscles pull taught and your skin wrinkle with pure bliss, a wide smile stretching across your face. To know that he was the one making you smile, fuck, that was enough to make him dizzy let alone getting to feel your smile under his lips.

“Tell me ‘bout your day..”

When he speaks, his lips tickle your skin. You turn your head slightly to try and look at him. You exhale another hit and giggle, your free hand coming to cradle his head and card through the damp strands of black hair.

He lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a groan and a sigh- some blissed out noise that only serves to emphasize how much you truly calm him.

“It was shit as usual, I don’t want to bore you with my work day-“

“Please.”

There was something about the way he said it, somewhat of a creaky whisper as his arms wrapped around your waist, fixing you completely to him that makes your heart jump. How could you deny him when he’s asked so nicely?!

Nam-Gyu’s long since forgotten about the blunt. He doesn’t even want to smoke anymore. He just wanted to be near you, to hold you, to hear your voice.

It was something that would not be spoken about, he could never admit to you that he desperately craves you in some deeply personal and intimate way… at least now he begins to realize maybe you two weren’t just roommates.

But that’s a discussion for another time, right now he just needed to hear you ramble about your day and have you pressed against him.

This is all he needed for now.

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Haiii guys!! Sorry for my small absence! I’ve been having a fucking ROUGH work week- like I’m talking bent me over, fucked me raw rough. And then I got sick 🫩 🥀

I have a lot of things in the works but the longer fics/ requests are taking so long that I wanna give some more head cannons and drabbles while I work to get those out <3

Taglist: @namsgyu @nuttybeans @namgyucat @g1rlonthe3internet @reilapse @yuuumeee

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My favorite thing about season 3 is this frame

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his moans are so pretty

he sounds so pathetic I LOVE IT 😩

(not my video)

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*⁀➷ Done Went and Fucked the Plug

Thanos / Choi Subong x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+)

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“Thatsss it…come on fuck yourself back on me like ya’ want it, pretty.”

You’re practically broken at this point, thighs buring, your whole body is on fire and your pussy is aching. You’re stretched impossibly wide, cunt oh so messy, and yet, your hips keep slamming back against the pelvis of your plug, Thanos.

You really did just come over here for a 3.5, you wanted something strong to take your mind off a stressful week, you had no plan on fucking a drug dealer- especially him.

He was so cocky, so loud, obnoxious even and you always told yourself you would never stoop so low as to fuck your plug who you know has a rap sheet of 30+ girls who would give anything to be in your position.

He was insufferable, but holy fuck, did he have a fat cock and know how to use it.

“You can do better than that,” He mocks from behind you, his voice stuffy with smoke from the blunt he was smoking. Thanos is sitting back on his haunches, free hand grabbing a handful of your ass and spreading you open so he can see your weeping cunt. “Such a messy girl…you came here wanting more than some weed, huh?”

With his mocking words, the tone degrading and mean, you’re throwing your hips back with more effort, every time you draw your hips forward your cunt is sucking him in with a sickening, pathetic squelch- a full on reminder of how your plug talked his way into your pants . And when you sink backwards, ass slamming against his thighs and pelvis, flesh rippling against his hand, you’re nearly falling onto the bed.

You can feel him in your stomach, gaping your tight pussy and coaxing more and more thick globs of your creamy arousal out of you. The fat tip of his cock is kissing against your cervix, molding the shape of him into your pussy in the most devious way.

A broken cry of his name is ripped from your throat as you fall stomach first to the bed. “If ya wanted some good dick, all you had to do was ask, sweetheart…Thanos always takes care of you, don’t I?”

When you can’t form words to speak his hand claps against your ass hard, his palm print stinging itself into your ass in a blooming red welt, “C’mon now, you’re a smart girl, answer the question.”

“Mhm- oh fuck!!!” It comes out in nearly a wail- high pitched and creaky. When you go to answer, he’s thrusting up into your abused pussy, bulling his way deeper into you. It’s mind numbing, you can’t even speak again to try and answer him properly.

He doesn’t coddle you or ease up to let you speak, no…he laughs.

He’s leaning over you and chucking in your ear, “‘m fuckin’ wreckin’ your pussy, hm? Can feel you fuckin’ choking my cock.” His words punctuated by a mean, slow, roll of his hips. Each thrust he’s dragging his hefty cock out of your cunt with a sickening pop! alllll the way until only the tip rests inside you before rolllling his hips back flush against your ass in a harsh jackhammering of his pelvis against your round ass.

A tattooed arm snakes its way under your stomach, pulling your back flush against his chest. His cock sinks deeper with this angle, you can even see the outline of his tip poking out of your lower stomach.

A wanton cry is ripped from your throat, your head kicking back to his shoulder and eyes squeezing shut. “Ohhhhh~” he teasingly coos, mocking the pitch of your whine. “Look at that…..tight cunt is takin’ me soooo deep now.”

When a hand presses on your lower stomach- youre sobbing. You’re creaming around him, adding to the milky white ring that forms at the base of his cock and drops down his balls.

“You gonna stop by tomorrow? ‘M running a real good deal j-just for you.”

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Haiiii!! Don’t mind me just trying out a new style!!! I wanna have the option for headcannons, drabbles (like this), or oneshots for requests and things I write outside of requests sooooo I’m just trying some new layouts!!! Ty for reading and for your patience while I work on layouts n such!!! - <3 kiwi

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i NEEEEDDDD MORE NAMGYU SMUT

Just us

Namgyu x reader///smut

The sunlight streaks into the room, a warm golden light that lands across the tangled sheets and Namgyus bare back. You’re half awake, cheek pressed into his shoulder, the scent of linen and skin lingering in the space between your breaths.

“You’re awake,” he murmurs with a rough sleepy voice. You hum in response and kiss the line of his shoulder blade. He turns over to you "Wanna stay like this, have you all to myself today” he mumbles as he kisses your temple and traces his hand up your waist.

His lips meet yours.

His kiss deepens then, less teasing, more intentional. The sheets slide as his body shifts above yours, his knee parts your legs with gentle pressure. His hands trace the lines of your body. You sigh into his touch, tilting your hips as he presses against you, heat pooling in your lower belly. The first push in was slow, dragging every inch, filling you up. He didn’t thrust yet..just stayed there, “You feel that?” he murmured. “How good you take me?” You nodded, lips parted.

Then he started moving slow, rolling hips, dragging out and snapping back in with rhythm. One hand gently around your neck, the other pressed against your thigh, holding you open while he fucked into you. The slap of skin echoed through the bedroom, your moans, his grunts, the headboard tapping against the wall. 

"mmphh! please” You whimper, oh so needy under him. "Cum with me, pretty” he murmured, jerking his hips as you both finished. Your nails dragging along his back as he lets his seed fully spill into you before pulling out. He lays down beside you and pulls you into his warm chest, letting you cuddle into him.

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Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who..

MDNI: Smut, fem! Reader, perv Nam-gyu, obsessive behavior, panty stealing, lot of masturbation, sexual coercion, degradation, power imbalance, yk nasty stuff ect ect

Childe version here:

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who.. worships the ground you walk on…

…literally licks the floor where your feet just were. If you step in gum? He’s peeling it off with his fingers and keeping it like a holy gift.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who..…if he sees you smile at someone else?..That person goes missing faster than your last tampon.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who.. Comes home covered in bruises, blood all over his body, and his first move? Gropes you like nothing happened.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who.. always sits on the floor... Chin in his hands, legs tucked under like a pervy little schoolgirl watching her crush.

Eyes glued to your hips, tongue peeking out while he stares at your mouth like it’s something he’s not worthy of but would sell his soul to taste. "You’re so pretty... so sexy... so… fuckable…" And he says it out loud. Always. Even around other people.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who.. gets HARD just from watching you chew gum. Like you blink slow and he’s already moaning under his breath.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who screams and GIGGLES every time you say yes to sex

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who..Lasts three minutes. Like three struggled, desperate, whimpering minutes. And then IMMEDIATELY wants to go again. Boner revived.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who..keeps your dirty panties in ziplocks under his pillow,, rubs his cock on them every night while humping a body pillow with your name written on it in with his own blood.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who..Can’t cum unless he’s thinking about you crying, screaming, or slapping him.. your disgust is his dirty pleasure.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who.. Loves masturbating to pics of you mid-yawn, mid-walk, mid-anything.. if your skin is showing?, he’s leaking.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who.. Gets hard if you step on his foot by accident. Full erection. Instant. He won’t walk for 10 minutes just to "savor it."

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who..Fills his phone with secret audio recordings of your laugh, your voice, your moans (or sneezes..he’s weird like that). Plays them on loop while edging.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who..Gets off on being degraded. The dirtier you treat him, the faster he cums. "Pathetic," "sick freak," "cum puppet"... he’ll bust from the words alone.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who.. Always finishes embarrassingly fast. Like 2–3 minutes max. Then cries, begs, and asks for forgiveness while still hard and twitching.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who.. Will hump anything with your scent on it: your towel, your pillowcase, the seat you just got up from. Sometimes without even pulling his pants down.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who.. is obsessed with your spit. Licks it off cups, straws, gum you left behind. Once jerked off with your leftover lip balm and came instantly.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who.. Sucks on the ends of your hair when you're not looking and moans like he's deepthroating. Keeps strands he finds on the floor in a jar.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who.. Has cum in your shoes. More than once. Wears your socks on his dick to stroke himself when he’s feeling sentimental.

Yan! Perv! Nam-gyu who.. If you leave a mark on him.. scratch, bruise, bite?? he doesn't treat it for days. Stares at it while jerking off. Cries when it fades.

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Nam-gyu’s NSFW Alphabet

(I’m making this because I’m so fucking depressed by S3)

A – Aftercare:

Not great.

He rolls away fast, heart still racing, wiping his face and lighting a cigarette.

Comfort isn’t something he knows how to offer.

B – Body Part:

Your thighs.

Doesn’t matter the shape—he loves gripping them, biting them, burying himself between them when the world spins too hard.

C – Cum:

Messy, needy, fast.

It hits him like a blackout—like something he didn’t mean to give up.

He’s always surprised by how much it takes out of him.

D – Dirty Secret:

He once paid for someone’s time—then never touched them.

Just watched.

Just wanted to feel like someone chose him, even if it was a lie.

E – Experience:

More than you’d expect, less than he brags about.

He’s desperate to feel something real, and sex is the fastest shortcut he knows.

F – Favorite Position:

Anything with you on top.

He wants to feel pinned, overwhelmed, almost erased.

He calls it lazy—truth is, it’s about surrender.

G – Goofy:

Only when he’s high.

Then he gets cocky, teases your moans, flashes that crooked grin, makes you laugh right before he makes you cry out.

H – Hair:

Grown-in and uneven.

He trims sometimes, but mostly forgets.

It’s not a priority when he’s chasing the next fix—or your lips.

I – Intimacy:

He’s terrible with it.

Physical? Yes.

Emotional? Dangerous.

If he lets you in too deep, he pushes you out harder the next day.

J – Jack Off:

Often, and always in his head.

He’ll stare at a ceiling, headphones blasting, imagining hands that stay and mouths that don’t lie.

K – Kinks:

Biting, breathy begging, overstimulation, being used.

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he likes it when someone else takes control.

L – Location:

Back of a club, against a wall, someone else’s apartment at 3 a.m.

He likes it reckless, places where nothing feels permanent.

M – Motivation:

Escape.

If he’s touching you, he’s not thinking about the pills, the debt, or the next crash.

For a second, it feels like silence.

N – No:

Gentle eye contact and promises.

He can fuck, but love?

Love is a joke—one that left bruises.

O – Oral:

Rough and impatient, unless he’s trying to prove he’s worth staying for.

Then it’s slow, hands trembling, like you’re his last meal.

P – Pace:

Erratic.

Sometimes he moves like he’s got something to prove—other times, like he doesn’t think he deserves to be there.

Q – Quickies:

Yes, constantly.

It’s never about romance—it’s about distraction.

The shorter, the dirtier, the better.

R – Risk:

Part of the appeal.

He wants to get caught.

Maybe if someone sees him, they’ll remember he exists.

S – Stamina:

Runs hot, burns out fast.

If he’s clean, he can keep going.

If he’s high, it’s a gamble—could be one round or five.

T – Toys:

Nothing fancy.

Maybe a cock ring, maybe your hand on his throat.

He gets off more on sensation than equipment.

U – Unfair:

Devastating.

He’ll tease you until you’re crying, then look bored.

But deep down?

He’s begging for you to break him right back.

V – Volume:

Low, raspy, uneven.

He gasps more than he moans, sometimes too quiet—like he’s afraid someone will hear how much he wants this.

W – Wild Card:

He’ll fuck you wearing someone else’s jacket, eyes glassy, asking you to pretend he’s someone you’re not supposed to touch.

X – X-Ray:

Lean, wiry, shadows under his skin.

His body’s a map of bad decisions, and he dares you to love it anyway.

Y – Yearning:

He’ll never say it, but he wants to be wanted.

Not lusted after—wanted.

The kind that doesn’t disappear at sunrise.

Z – Zzz:

Sleeps like a corpse—or not at all.

No in-between.

After sex, he’ll either crash mid-breath or sit awake until dawn, staring at nothing.

[seaweef]

new roommate!choso fic is getting me all giggly and shy...I feel like a born again virgin....might end up typing this with one hand