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"try to stay quiet" (hyun-ju's version of this)

cw: smut, fingering, oral, older!hyun-ju, hyun-ju is low-key into getting her hair pulled

If you had to choose your favorite moment from bringing your girlfriend to your childhood home to visit your parents, you wouldn't be able to pick. The image of her shyly approaching your mother to help her cook dinner and her bonding with your father about things you didn't even understand —likely an age gap issue, warmed your heart.

Seeing her in an environment where she could feel safe and accepted was so pleasant to watch, you couldn't get enough of seeing her timid smiles whenever she was complimented for her help or her looks.

And while these memories melted your heart, the sight of her big, shiny eyes looking up at you from between your legs was a tough contender.

The way her skilled tongue shaped circles around your clit was unbearable, and it was proving to be harder than you thought to bit down the impatient whines pooling inside your closed mouth.

A whimper slipped out of your swollen lips rather loudly when her tongue briefly brushed over the neglected bundle of nerves.

"Try to stay quiet, angel," she breathed against your heat, "they're still up"

You couldn't get used to how impossibly sweet, almost polite, she managed to sound even when she was quite literally torturing you. It only added to the built-up arousal dripping out of you, which was being unfairly ignored by her.

She knew you were getting tired of her teasing, she knew she was dragging it, but she wouldn't stop until she could get the reaction she wanted from you.

"C'mon" you urged her.

No response.

"Please" the desperation in your voice was taking a toll on the growing pressure between her legs, but she would not yield to your woeful demands.

With a groan you brought your hand to her hair and pushed her harshly into you. You assumed she felt satisfied with your response because she immediately started lapping on your pussy like a starved woman.

Your harbored breaths filled the room, as well as the faint sounds of the TV playing in the living room. It was hard not to let your mind travel to thoughts of how excitingly wrong it felt to be in your childhood bed with a beautiful woman old enough to be your mother eating you out like her life depends on it.

The gushy sounds increased with the pace with which she stroked your puffy bud, and Hyun-ju believed she could cum just from hearing them.

Hyun-ju found herself enjoying how beautiful you looked trying to rub yourself on her tongue to match her rhythm and the little sounds that escaped your mouth despite your vast attempts to stay quiet. But it was the way you clenched your thighs against her face what drew a soft moan out of her.

Catching a glimpse of Hyun-ju's cheeks squished between your trembling legs when you closed them around her head nearly made you lose your mind. You had to force yourself to close your eyes to prolong this moment as much as possible, afraid that you wouldn't find yourself in this situation again. There was a certain shame to this feeling, but it only made you more excited.

She almost rolled her eyes when she felt your fingers pulling her hair, guiding her head where you needed her the most. It was adorable. It was exactly what she wanted, and she just had to reward you for how good you were being for her.

Dropping her face to enter your clenching hole with her tongue made the tip of her nose stroke your sweet spot just nice enough to make you squirm against her face.

Maybe it had been kind of silly trying to prepare your entrance for her fingers as if her chin wasn’t already soaked with the overflowing fluids that kept leaving your hole when she was relentlessly sucking on your sensitive nub; but at least she was polite enough to try... And it's not like she hadn't been holding back from diving in it all this time, too worried about drawing this moment out for her own entertainment.

Pressing a light kiss on your core, she moved up to your face, only to be met with a frowning look. Holding back a chuckle, Hyun-ju carefully pressed pushed your legs open a bit wider to accommodate herself between them and gently poked your entrance again with two of her fingers.

Your startled sob was soon silenced by her soaked lips, and it didn’t take you too long to melt yourself into her, having a taste of the sweet mix of your juices and her saliva.

"Keep it down" her breath fanned over your wet lips almost tauntingly.

The speed of her fingers did nothing but increase despite your struggle to contain the frantic noises that fought to leave your lips.

You tried your hardest to comply, but you were so close that it was hard to remember there were people nearby. Or to care about it, for that matter.

Her speed decreased slowly, her palm drawing circles on your throbbing clit when she felt your walls clenching around her digits. She bit down on your lower lip with a gentleness opposite of how she had abused your cunt tonight, and she retracted her fingers when she felt the grip of your hole loosen and your breath even.

"You did so good, love," she smiled against your lips, "but don't doze off yet"

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nam-gyu

relationship headcanons ⟡

patient/prisoner! nam-gyu x therapist reader ⟡

jealousy headcanons

comforting their s/o with depression/during a breakdown

''try to stay quiet'' ⟡

amber waves

it almost worked

hyun-ju

angry hyun-ju ⟡

age gap hyun-ju ⟡

teasing older!hyun-ju ⟡

scissoring w hyun-ju ⟡

"try to stay quiet" ⟡

thanos

relationship headcanons ⟡

jealousy headcanons

comforting their s/o with depression/during a breakdown

''try to stay quiet'' ⟡

dae-ho

rivals to lovers ⟡

comforting their s/o with depression/during a breakdown

he breaks up with you

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heyy!! saw this one reel 'when a character dies but their lover holds their corpse hoping they're just sleeping or playing'... can we get that as a squid game angst oneshot 🙏🏼 like, nam-gyu x fem reader, she dies in a game (any you want) and he just... refuses to believe it. he cradles her... shakes her... whispers like ‘stop playing, come on’ until the guards drag her away. bonus if he’s usually cold/unserious but completely breaks here. thank uuu!!

did this here !!

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Heyy!! can we get exes!nam-gyu x fem reader where he’s trying so hard to win her back in the games but keeps messing up? AKA reckless moves, broken promises, almost getting her killed (like in mingle, hide and seek, ...) and every time, she forgives him, because she’s still stupid in love and he’s too good at sweet-talking her. until final... his last mistake gets her killed for real. tragic, toxic, full of regret plsss 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 thank u in advance for this delicious brutal oneshot! 💔 U can choose to add 🔞 or not at any point u want

it almost worked ; ex!nam-gyu x fem!reader

inspo: you believe me like a god, i'll betray you like a man

cw: angst, blood/injuries, drug use, major character death, toxic relationships, kinda bpd!nam-gyu, mentions of weight loss but reader's weight isn't described

wc: 5,3k

a/n: sorry for taking so long and being inactive, im still into squid game, i just had a little accident at work and couldn't write for a few days 🥀 hope u like it!

By the time Nam-gyu found you, it was too late for greetings.

He had spotted you just a little before the game had started. You were on the other side of that rather weird enclosure those pink guards had brought you to, a frown on your sweet face as you stared at the screaming man in confusion. Unfortunately, the game had started before he even had time to approach you and ask you why you were there.

He was sure he hadn’t seen you when everybody woke up in that big room, and he thought himself to be quite observant. In the little time they had been in that room he had found two familiar faces, so he couldn’t explain how he could’ve missed you out of all people.

Normally he would’ve pondered about this situation for a while, but the dead bodies falling around him and the rush of the countdown implored him to push this matter aside for now.

He was just a few steps away from reaching the finish line, and he had noticed you were just a bit closer than him. His racing heart caught a moment of relief from the piercing pressure that he had been feeling for the last four minutes.

But this relief was short lived.

A scream died on his throat when he saw you meet the ground, hands scraping painfully against the sand in a movement he was sure had left your palms bleeding. His breathing picked up as he prayed you'd be fast enough to get up in time before the next red light.

C'mon, it's just a children's game, you can't go like this.

His eyes didn’t leave your figure as he ran past the pink line on the floor. The pitiful look on your face as you slowly got up during the green light would haunt him forever. He knew he had never been the best boyfriend when you two were together, he made mistake after mistake, draining all the love and patience you had for him, but at least he had always made sure to keep you as safe as he could. Keeping you away from the drugs he consumed, the few dangerous people he met occasionally during his nights at the club... Hell, he even pushed you away when he was a menace for you. So seeing you one little mistake away from losing your life, not being able to do anything about it, was beyond nerve wracking. 

You moved carefully to not slip again and avoid being pushed by the people advancing without a care in the world of what was in their way. 

Nam-gyu didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he saw you back on your feet and reaching the line just a little before the alarm went off, signaling the end of the game.

A hand wrapped around his arm as he was about to approach you, keeping him in place against his will.

"Nam-su, we won!" the annoying voice of the purple haired man scratched his brain like nails on chalkboard.

"Nam-gyu"

By the time he freed himself from his grip, he couldn't find you anymore in the crowd of people around him.

□■□

You thought you were hallucinating as you heard your ex-boyfriend’s voice calling your name. But there he was before your very eyes, tugging on the sleeves of his jacket with an awkward smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

While waiting for your answer he scanned you attentively. It had been a bit more than a month since he last saw you and he couldn’t help but notice the bags under your eyes and the slightest loss of weight that nobody but him would’ve ever caught on.

A spark of excitement emerged in his chest before he could stop it. Despite his worry, seeing evidence that you actually cared, that you suffered his absence, made him feel loved in the most shameful way possible.

"I don’t have to share that with you, Nam-gyu", the soft sound of your voice was what he had missed the most.

He cracked out a laugh, not quite falling for your stoic act, but changing the topic regardless.

"You haven’t been answering your phone" his voice lowered, "nor your texts."

Your body tensed, not ready for a confrontation after almost losing your life a few minutes ago. He did his best to hide the fact that his heart skipped a beat when your timid eyes finally met his.

"I needed time to think"

"Think what?"

He pressed on the matter like a breakup was more important than the fact that you had seen about a hundred people getting murdered in a childish game earlier. You figured his care for those lives vanished the moment he saw all that money falling in the transparent pig hovering in the room.

Realizing this was another question you’d leave unanswered, he dropped the topic again with a frustrated sigh. Despite his need to know why you had just disappeared from his life after what just seemed like another petty fight (at least that was his perspective on the situation, you’d be inclined to disagree with the severity of the argument), one of the hundred you’ve gotten over, he could tell by your shaking hands that it was not the appropriate moment to discuss it.

"That can wait, for now we have to survive this and get as much money as possible." His hand moved to your shoulders, squeezing them in an encouraging gesture, "Just one or two more games and we can leave and go back to normal"

You knew him well enough to read between the lines, and you didn’t like how he was using plural so deliberately.

"I don’t think we should meet after this…" you confessed, averting his piercing gaze.

You parroted the words of advice your friends had been hammering into your head this past month. The nature of your relationship wasn’t a secret to anybody you both knew, and he was aware of their disapproval.

"You don’t mean that", he laughed coyly, clearly caught off guard by your stance. "I know I was mean, but you know I was out of it"

His fidgety hands wasted no time grabbing the back of your neck, forcing you to meet his eyes. As he had done a million times before, he appealed to your compassionate heart, the only one who understood his complex soul. "You know I love you, I didn’t mean anything I said"

You only stared back with a pout, being painfully aware that you had fallen again for his tricks.

"When we get out of this, I swear I’ll love you right" his words gave you a déjà vu, they were inaccurate albeit honest, "and I promise I’ll keep you safe until we leave"

■□■

The weight of his promise felt heavy when the time to make teams during the second game arrived.

What if the game requires strength? Or agility? He knew you were smart and skillful, but he’d be at a disadvantage if he had a girl in his team. His eyes were fixed on you as he contemplated his options. He found himself between a rock and a hard place, if he teamed up with you, he’d risk his life in a game requiring strength, but if he didn’t, he’d be putting your life on some stranger’s hands.

While he weighed his options, Thanos had escaped from his side and approached a girl. The punishment for his indecision came quicker than he thought, and no matter how hard he had tried to convince him to choose someone else, the stubborn man seemed too blinded by the girl’s looks to even listen to him.

"If we were going to have a woman in our team, you could’ve let me choose-" Nam-gyu rubbed his hands against his face in exasperation.

"Why? You would’ve invited the one you kept staring at?" he looked at Nam-gyu almost judgingly. "Didn’t take you as a ladies’ man"

Nam-gyu could only bite the inside of his cheek to not respond frankly to his condescending words.

"I already took them in," he pointed at Se-mi and Min-su with a pout, "but I understand if you don’t want to leave your lady alone."

He didn’t like the implication on Thanos words, inciting him to leave his team to accompany you. If he were to join you now and make a new team his chances of survival would be even lower, considering all the men had already teamed up.

"Tsk, someone stole your girl" his words made him snap out of his trance, quickly looking in your direction. "A shame, she was so pretty"

His jaw clenched when he saw you smiling weakly at the four people that had seemingly offered you a spot on their team. He couldn’t get mad at you for not waiting for him to make up his mind, at the end of the day he’s the one that didn’t stay true to his word. A sigh came out of his lips knowing that after the game he’d have to earn your trust again. Would you even survive with that team? They didn’t seem particularly strong, but again, he didn’t know what the games were going to be about.

His mind was foggy with all types of thoughts until his companionship with the other tatted man finally paid off when he persuaded him to give him one of his pills. Beyond that point everything was kind of blurry, those pills were definitely stronger than anything he had tried before.

Somehow his team passed, but you hadn’t played yet. He glanced your way before he left the enclosure and noticed you were two teams behind his, so he’d have to wait for a while to know if you survived the game or not.

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Thankfully you made it again. He sighed in relief when he saw you appearing through the door with a rather stunned look, and he wasted no time in sprinting your way. Excitement dying down the second you glared at him, silently warning him to stay away from you.

Despite your threatening look, he still approached you, but with more caution than before. Perhaps it really wasn’t the best idea to come up to you happily as if he hadn’t let you aside to team up with a bunch of people he barely knew.

You stopped right before reaching your bed and turned around to face him with a scowl on your face.

"Do I really mean so little to you?"

"I was trying to convince that idiot to team up with you" he whined, "besides, you already got into a team when I was going to ask you"

You scoffed at his excuse, not believing him for a second. He caught your hands into his before you had the time to get away from him.

"I know we’ve had problems, but you know me better than anyone, you know I’d never do you wrong on purpose"

There was truth in his words, despite his inner struggles he never meant to hurt you. He was a victim of his addictions and other disorders, and you were too by proximity, but he had never gone out of his way to hurt you. He knew this much was true because he felt an overwhelming guilt whenever he pushed you away or made a mistake that harmed you. Then again, he had weird concepts on what hurting on purpose meant.

"In the next game I’ll team up with you, I promise" he murmured against the wounded skin of your palms before pressing a soft kiss on them.

□■□ 

"Are you mad at me?" his voice was like a purr in your ear.

You hear a loud groan behind you, and you bit hard on your tongue to not react to his audacity. A whine shaped as your name left his lips as his hands caressed your arm nervously.

Twice. He had lied to you twice in the span of two days.

"C'moooooon"

This wasn’t like when he lied about finally getting a normal job or sobering up. He had played with your life like it meant nothing. Twice.

His body falls into your temporal bed with a thud. After a fairly long time whining and mumbling things you didn’t even bother to understand, you feel his cold hands sliding up your back and he believed to have heard you whimper.

"What are you doing?" Your eyes stared at him warningly, "Don't touch me."

As expected, he doesn't listen to you.

To your content—or dismay—, he doesn't go further than a few light touches on your lower back, an attempt to tickle you into cracking a laugh for him. Unsuccessfully. So he settles to tracing a pattern gently on your exposed skin.

"I'm sorry" his words dragged in a way you almost found cute if he hadn't left you to die a few minutes earlier. "I didn’t see you"

"You promised you'd tag with me, fucker."

Your venom coated words fell weak as your gaze only showed disappointment. Eyes brimming with tears looked into his dilated pupils trying to find your long-lost boyfriend. If there was anything to be found to begin with.

Nam-gyu's racing heart softened at the sight, a yet unprocessed concept of guilt sat in his chest, still unsure of the seriousness of his actions. His mind was still hazy, and he knew himself well enough to know that realization would come when the drugs started to fade off in the shape of a breakdown. For now, he just felt upset seeing tears fall down the face he had once covered in kisses, and while he wasn’t completely conscious yet, he knew he was to blame.

Everything was going smoothly, he grabbed your hand and dragged you with him into a room every time the voice on the speakers said a number. But as the game progressed and the pill twisted his perception of the game, he stopped holding you close and gave himself carelessly to the fun of the music that blasted on the speakers and the purple haired man that matched his actions.

In an instant he was on his knees on the hard bed, holding your face between his hands. Genuine guilt settled in his heart when he touched the slit on your cheek that he was sure wasn’t there before this game.

"I got confused. I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you, okay?" wide eyes stared into yours almost eerily, "I'll stick by your side next time"

Despite knowing better than trusting his word, you nodded, but silent tears kept rolling off your face. It’s how it always had been between you two. You trusting him blindly, only for you to be let down again and again. Drowning the doubt and the disappointment you felt in your heart, hoping for a better outcome when you gave him another opportunity.

With every stroke of his fingers on your cheek you could feel a fragment of your anger fade away. He’d always get his way.

His fingers wiped your soaked cheeks with a softness uncharacteristic of him. It wasn’t like him to be so gentle with you, and if he was it was always followed by a push. Pushing you out of his bed, out of his house, out of his life. Then he came back regretting everything. Fear settled in your heart thinking of how this tenderness could turn against you in this situation, and the possible consequences it could have in a game like this.

He muttered a few more reassuring words as his thumbs kept wiping your tears off your face. When you finally decided to shut your brain off and indulge in his touch a wide smile spread on his face, the dimples you adored to see carved on his cheeks so heartwarmingly.

"After this is over, we will have take out at my place, okay? We can watch a movie and get all lovey-dovey, just how you like" he closed his eyes as if he was daydreaming what he was saying.

"I'm not coming back with you" you whispered weakly.

"Of course not" he laughed tauntingly.

The hold on your cheeks quickly turned into a grip. Not strong enough to hurt you but to keep you in place. He brought his other hand to your nape, drawing you closer to his face.

"Surely not"

You pushed him off gently and as expected he didn’t put any resistance.

He watched gleefully your reciprocation, hand settling on your cheek when you hovered over him. After giving him a quick peck —that he evidently tried to deepen—, you turned away from his eager lips.

"Get off my bed" you ordered, a teasing grin plastered on your face.

With a chuckle he got up from the bed and started walking away from you, a silly smile on his lips as he waved at you.

"I'll see you later"

□

Said later never came.

When he came back from the bathroom there was a heated argument between X's and O's... And he was covered in blood you were sure wasn’t his.

You hesitated to approach him when the argument died down and he went to his bed. Despite the distance you could sense a switch in his behavior, a voice in your head was begging you to let him be for the night. So you resorted to watching over him from across the huge room, itching to go over and ask why he seemed so distressed.

It's not like his behavior was your only problem, the tension built from the argument and the anxiety from tomorrow's game was making your heart beat at an insufferable pace. Every time you managed to calm down and drift away from the present situation, you felt a weird sensation in your gut, almost like a warning.

You could only stare at Nam-gyu's uneasy form as you made yourself as tiny as possible in the corner of your bed.

As the lights went out you felt your stomach turn. The silence in the room felt much different than the previous days. Your gut was telling you to hide beneath your bed instead of trying to self-soothe these feelings away, and you were not in a position to ignore your instincts.

Being as quiet as you could be in the deafeningly silent room, you managed to lay down on the cold floor without attracting anyone's attention.

You weren’t able to hear the careful steps of the opposite team, your heart pumping uncomfortably high in your ears, but your decision had saved your life that night.

Unbeknownst to you, Nam-gyu approached your side of the room quietly as his dull eyes scanned through the dark room in search of more victims.

□■□

The fight- The massacre had been more terrifying than any of the games you had participated in. Memories of last night came to you in flashes that made you jolt in your seat unexpectedly whenever you looked down at the dry blood on your hands. It probably would've hurt less if it had been yours instead of a poor person you didn’t even know, who just happened to fall near the feet of your bed.

A faceless person's blood covered your hands, and your ex-boyfriend was the cause of it.

You pushed the memories down, refusing to clear up the images of people getting brutally murdered and the stomach-churning sounds of their cries for help. But something you couldn’t forget was seeing him roaming around your bed. He didn’t look in his right mind, knife in hand and wide eyes searching for something. Your heart denied you being the prey he was looking for.

He clearly didn’t know where he was going. The lights were flickering, all the beds looked the same, there were too many people, it was just a coincidence...

You knew Nam-gyu to be a jerk and perhaps a little selfish to an extent, but you couldn’t believe you'd live to see him become a murderer. Or at least that’s what he looked like from the blurry memories you were trying to repress for your own sanity. If you didn’t try to forget how unrecognizable his face looked, how distorted and devoid of emotions he looked, you'd go insane.

You weren’t trying to avoid him, but you surely weren't looking for him around the room when the food was distributed the next day. Perhaps sitting in your bed, praying not to catch anyone's eyes was the best for you right now.

Unfortunately for you, a recognizable shadow cast upon your blood-stained sheets. Your nervous eyes looked down at the milk in your shaky hands.

"You should eat something. Want half of mine?"

From the corner of your eye you could see him extending his meal your way. You froze on your seat, still not sparing him a look, hoping he'd go away if he wasn’t given any attention.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, scanning your body carefully.

A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hand on your hair, caressing it softly as if to calm you down, but it was doing nothing but the opposite.

"Why were you holding a knife?" the words got stuck in the knot that formed in your throat, "Did you hurt anybody, 'gyu?"

The silence spoke for itself. Even if he had lied, his appearance gave it away.

"You don’t have to worry about that, are you okay?" he put a strand of your hair behind your ear in an attempt to get your attention on him, there was nothing he craved and repudiated more in this world.

"Were you looking for me?"

He froze.

The memories of last night were still fresh in his mind. He remembered roaming around your bed after killing Se-mi. What he wasn't sure of right now was of his intentions. If you asked him now he'd say it was to protect you, but with adrenaline pumping in his veins and the pills clouding his brain? He wasn't so sure.

Remembering how weak you had made him feel in the past always got him so mad during his high. There was nothing he hated more than feeling weak. Knowing you had him wrapped around your finger lit a fire inside him that he could only put out by pushing you away, by letting all his anger on you whenever he felt in control of himself. And that false sense of control could only be felt when he popped a pill or injected something in his veins.

There was a fight in his heart between wanting you close, your innocence and kindness melting his heart and nurturing parts of him that were neglected and abused; and needing you as far as possible because you made him vulnerable, he couldn't trust something so good happening to him, he couldn’t afford to change his ways, it’s all he's ever known. The pain of your relationship was insufferable but just another addiction to him.

He just couldn’t reveal this truth to you; he didn’t even want to admit to himself that he might have wanted to end all this pain when the drugs took over his better judgement last night. He just couldn’t afford to show you the most rotten sides of him, what if that’s what it took you to finally leave him for good?

"I was looking for you... To protect you"

His hands roamed on your arms, on your face, on your hair... He had always been quite touchy.

Your eyes finally met his. A smile spread on his face when he recognized that look. It was that same shine in your eyes he always noticed when he begged you to forgive him for lashing out on you. It was exciting, he could never get tired of your compassion. He felt the warmth of your heart through that same shine of your eyes.

A faint smile crept up your face as you just nodded to his reassurance.

You didn't remember much of what happened after that, your eyes unfocused almost every two seconds and your mind kept drifting away. You offered him a tired nod and a little 'yes' every now and then as he talked your ear off, letting his hands play with the hem of your jacket and your delicate fingers until the next game was announced.

□■□

"’Gyu" you whispered staring at the box in your hands that had remained unopened since you had received it.

From the corner of your eye you saw him looking intently at the knife, a small grin on his face while he poked the tip playfully. He looked absolutely absorbed in his own thoughts. It was an eerie sight, and it made your heart pound uncomfortably in your chest.

"Nam-gyu" you insisted.

When he broke from his trance you noticed that look on his eyes. You both had been there so many times before, you weren’t new to that faint glint that appeared in his eyes whenever he was under the influence. You were just confused as to how he could’ve sneaked anything in this place. Realization washed over you when you figured that this was the reason he had been so happy and unpredictable all this time.

Disappointment squeezed your heart bitterly thinking about how none of your interactions had been with the person you loved, but a distorted projection of him.

"I’m scared" you muttered teary-eyed.

He shushed you, grabbing your hands in his in a feign act of reassurance. At least that’s how it felt to you now.

"Just hide, you’re hard to find when you set your mind to it" his words were laced with a different meaning, but you were too agitated to notice the subtle acid on his tone. "I’ll make sure to find you and help you find the exit when I manage to pass"

You watched him kiss your fingers tenderly, and you forgot for a moment that something wasn’t right. Maybe it was your brain protecting you from your fear what made you clutch at straws.

"Remember, after this everything will go back to normal," he pressed a chaste kiss on your lips, "back to our jobs, to our house. Together."

You nodded hesitantly as you looked at him through the stinging tears pooling on your eyes.

_

It didn’t hit him right away that this had been the last time he had failed his word. He stood happily looking at your stiff body on the ground like it was some sort of prank. Adrenaline from the ongoing hunt he had initiated with Myung-gi still rushed through his veins as he hopped towards you and placed the knife carefully in your cheek.

"Finally found you, babe" he giggled.

You, evidently, didn’t respond. The realism of your performance threw him off momentarily, you had either an incredible talent he wasn’t aware of or…

Putting the knife down, he caressed your cheek tenderly, just as he used to do when you overslept despite the alarm of your phone ringing loud enough to wake up your neighbors. He had always found it cute how you could sleep through an earthquake, but now it was somewhat unsettling him.

"Hey" he poked your cheek gently, and your skin felt more tender than ever under his touch.

 His finger grazed your neck, almost scared of applying pressure on your jugular vein to check what he didn’t want to find out.

"Stop playing, c'mon" dazed eyes looked at your body nervously as he shook your inert body in his hands.

Cradling you into his arms, the blood pooling in your stained tracksuit fell on his vest. Pleads fell to deaf ears as he kept trying to force your dull eyes open, only smearing more of your blood on your face.

"Don't leave me" he whispered repeatedly against your temple, but it only sounded like gibberish to Myung-gi behind him. "I didn't want this, stop it"

His begging sounded like a plead, as well as a threat. Nam-gyu's blood-soaked hair fell on your cheeks in the way it usually had made you giggle, but your face stayed still.

"The time is almost running out, c'mon" Myung-gi hurried him but none of his words registered on Nam-gyu's brain, too busy cradling you and begging you to wake up.

He was met with doll eyes every time he pushed your eyelids up gently. The reality of the situation made him shriek as he rocked you back and forth in his arms.

The shaky grip on your body came to a bitter end when the alarm went off and two pink guards surrounded him. He was forced to drop your limp body as he protected himself from the guns pointing at him.

"Don't, please" he begged to no avail.

The masked guards took your body from him as he was left crying on the floor, repeating 'this is not what I wanted' like a mantra, as if that would undo the consequences of his mistakes. 

He still held hope that this was just a bad trip, it was not the first time his mind had played dirty tricks on him in the worst situations, but his delusions were hard to keep up when he knew better. They were placing you in a black ribbon coffin, there was no mistaking your face, your body. This was not a drug-induced hallucination.

It was real. You were just another body now.

"Wait, maybe she’s still alive, don't take her yet," he was just mumbling nonsense at this point, and the guards were evidently paying no mind to the man, "please, just check again"

Leaning against the coffin as they finally closed it, he caught one last glimpse of your lifeless body. It looked so calm, you weren't shaking anymore and your eyes were devoid of any emotion, good or bad... You hadn't looked so at peace in a long time. Had the burden of your relationship been so heavy on you that this was the first time he had seen you look so calm? No signs of distress, pain or frustration showed on your face.

It was truly over; you had finally left him. This was the last time he had screwed you over. There was no begging for forgiveness, no calling you while wasted to explain why he acted the way he acted, no talking things out and making up. You were gone for good now, and he could’ve prevented it.

He wanted you out of the way, right? He felt brief moments of relief whenever you were gone, he had his normal life back. He didn’t have to worry about being a good person or being capable of changing what he was sure was just innate of him. You had just come into his life to plant uncertainty in his heart that maybe there was another way, that maybe this wasn’t just all there was to him. And he hated that hope you gave him. So why did he feel so empty seeing you unresponsive to his voice and his touch? Maybe that’s why it became a back and forth, pushing away your help to become better but being addicted to having someone that saw something better in him. It didn’t help that you were everything he had ever wanted. It made him resent you, envy you, but especially love you.

This was his last act of self-betrayal, stealing you from himself and distorting his own memories to not have anything to mourn over. This is where his grip on his bad habits had led him to.

He stood looking at the same spot he had last seen your face until a guard pressed a gun to his chest, and if he could feel anything at that moment he would've covered in fear. Instead, he just followed the guards where he was being guided to without a complaint.

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this is my first time requesting but could you do post-surgery hyun ju with scissoring and she talks us through it omg🤭 + gentle/romantic aftercare

cw: smut, scissoring, implied inexperienced reader, reader tries to top and fails, top hyun-ju, post op hyun-ju, a tiny smidge of angst and fluff by the end. MDNI

wc: 1,4k

a/n: i have like 102873 wips to finish but I just had to do this one 😭

Hyun-ju loved how easy it was to make you scream and cry under her touch. How imprecise you were in comparison with her. The way you moved imprecisely, out of desperation for release. How you squirmed around her experienced fingers, which always moved so carefully, taking their time to explore you and hitting where you needed her the most with utmost exactitude.

Your adorable disposition to match her expertise is what had brought you to this moment. You between her legs, attempting to rub your cunt against hers.

"Are you gonna make me feel good, baby?" her tone was sweet, encouraging you to start moving.

Before you can respond, she gently repositions you, guiding your already slick pussy against hers. A hiss left your lips as you started moving in a slow pace. Not missing her clit was proving to be harder than you thought, even with her hands keeping you in the right position.

Your muscles didn't take too long to feel tired and sore only five minutes in, and you were struggling to get a satisfying rhythm. Frustration was taking over your movements, which started to become more rushed and messier. The feeling of her cunt on yours and the expecting look in her kind eyes clouded any shred of control you had over your craving body.

"You feel so good", she moaned, eyes now fixed on how your slick coated her folds.

Her pretty sounds hurried the movement of your hips, mind starting to feel dizzy and pleasure taking over the little composure you had left.

At that point you were too fucked out to notice your rushed strokes had strayed away from her cunt and you were just mindlessly rubbing yourself against her thigh, but she was enjoying too much seeing how hungrily you grinded against her, despite you missing her aching core constantly.

"Feels good?" she gripped your hips tightly as you continued to ride her.

You could barely hear her through the deafening sound of your heartbeat. Her hands squished your hips warningly, and you manage to mutter an incoherent string of yeses, head nodding along with your words.

Hyun-ju's breath started to hitch. Catching glimpses of your wet sex between your movements had her itching to push you down and lick your mixed juices from your cunt, but she decided to let you have your moment.

As desire kept building up in her stomach, she was starting to struggle not to touch herself while seeing you so lost in your pleasure, but she didn't want to correct you, too scared of interrupting your dazzling state. At least until you came, which didnt seem too far away anyway.

She noticed your thighs starting to shake, body rocking aimlessly against hers. Her hands helped you to keep your rhythm, guiding you to reach your climax.

"Doing so well for me, pretty", her sweet praise made your sensitive clit throb with need. "Keep going."

A harsh orgasm washed over you and whatever words Hyun-ju said next don't reach your ears. Your legs clenched around her leg, breath still ragged, and eyes closed in bliss. She stared at you tenderly, fingers caressing the soft skin of your hips.

Delicate hands touch your cheek as you fight to keep rubbing against her through your orgasm, to no avail, and soon enough she's throwing you on your back without a warning.

It takes you a few seconds to ground yourself, mind still hazy from your climax. You see her sitting in front of your spread legs.

"It's easier if we're both laying down" she explains, positioning her sex in front of yours.

You nod shyly, a bit embarrassed by her correction.

"Y'good?" she asked, eyes looking into yours for permission to keep going.

You fight a smile creeping up your lips, finding her hesitation endearing. She then swiftly pulls her body into yours, connecting you both again.

A shaky breath escaped her lips, the feeling of your warmth wetting her cunt was intoxicating. She wished she could drop to her knees and slip her fingers into your dripping pussy. It looked so swollen and inviting, but you had begged her for this so nicely that she couldn't just give into her urges.

You quickly noticed she was right, now you could feel her better, closer. Her body fit ridiculously well against yours. The sensation of her slick folds rubbing against your clit was electrifying and the pace she set had your legs shaking.

She looks down where youre connected and her hands clenched the sheets at the sinful sight of your slick-wrenched thighs.

She's forced to turn her gaze away when she felt her high approaching. Her back arching as she kept rocking her hips against yours. The urgency of her movements threw you over the edge again before she could even reach her first orgasm.

Hyun-ju chuckled when she felt your core throbbing, but you were too far gone to feel embarrassed anymore.

"Gimme a hand, baby?" her ragged breath sent shivers down your spine.

You tried to move against her, but your body was too sore and tired to cooperate. Determined to fulfill her request you plopped down in front of her glistening pussy and started devouring it just how she had taught you.

"Look at me" your hazy eyes locked with hers at her command.

You'd swear you could cum at the mere sight of her chest going up and down in harbored breaths and her dark hair sticking to her pretty face ever so alluringly.

Lust-filled eyes looked into yours as you lapped on her cunt greedily, tasting every single drop of cum dripping from her warm hole. The fact that you could taste your own juices made you roll your eyes in ecstasy, rolling your tongue on her clit with more urgency than before. Your digits teased her entrance as your wet lips sucked on her swollen bud, finally making her reach her high.

Hyun-ju thrusted her cunt against your eager tongue as she rode off her climax and you didn't stop sucking on her soft skin until she gently pushed you away.

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She laughed softly at your exhausted expression, "it's a hard position, not my favorite pick"

"J's wanted to try" your voice sounds muffled against her sweaty skin.

Placing your head gently on the pillow and unwrapping herself from your grasp, she left to the bathroom for what felt like hours before she came back with a wet towel and a glass of water. Trying to disturb you as little as possible, she cleaned you carefully enough to not overstimulate your sore nub, fingers tracing and massaging over the marks she left behind on you today.

"Your turn, lay down"

As you're about to get up to get a towel, you hear her snort behind you. Big eyes looking at you with amusement, but she quickly gave you an apologetic smile, "I already cleaned myself"

With a loud whine you drop yourself back down with her. You close your eyes as a slight pout made its way into your face, unable to hide your disappointment. It wasn't new for your girlfriend to put your comfort over hers, and while it melted your heart feeling so taken care of, her excessive selflessness frustrated you.

You feel her plush lips on your forehead, kissing your frown off your face, and you suppress the giggle threatening to escape your lips when the soft hair of her bangs tickled your skin. You hear her mumble a little 'sorry' as she kissed your pouty lips.

A weak sigh slips out of your mouth, too tired to be mad at her right now.

"I just wanna take care of you too"

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you felt a soft peck on your eyelid.

You open your eyes, Hyun-ju still leaving a trail of soft kisses throughout your face, "I know, I'm sorry"

She looked genuinely sorry. You knew she was having a hard time unlearning these habits, still feeling guilty and vulnerable whenever she was selfish in the slightest.

"I don’t understand how you never get tired after... Y'know" you changed the subject, choosing not to ruin the moment for her.

She looked away with a smug, yet shy grin on her face. Her face looked so angelic before you. Her skin was glistening and her make-up had been wiped off, leaving her swollen pink lips and big shiny eyes bare before you.

"Work on your stamina", she giggled.

Rolling your eyes, you press a quick peck on her nose before forcing her to rest her head against your chest, still feeling her giggles reverberating through your body.

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i'll try to do the other requests this week, im a bit saturated with work 🫩

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I neeeddd more age gap lowkey kind of taboo older hyun-ju and younger reader! I can just imagine the reader teasing hyun-ju any chance she can!

teasing older!hyun-ju

wc: 1,6k

cw: oral (reader receiving), scissoring (post op hyunju)

a/n: i was gonna make headcanons about this but kinda lost the plot sorry 😭 and sorry if it looks rushed, i dont have much time to write. anyway frustrated hyunju and cocky reader 🫶

Sharp black nails caress the soft skin of your legs at a painfully slow pace, eyes gazing at you through the dark overgrown bangs she'd been meaning to get cut for weeks now. She just couldn’t find time to do it, lately she was oversaturated with work and you knew it, you knew it and still you had pushed her buttons mercilessly up until this point.

You knew the slow drag of her fingers over your needy thighs was well deserved, as well as the intentional avoidance of her hands on your most needy parts. You haven’t been the most patient partner these weeks, teasing the already frustrated woman at any chance you had.

Hyun-ju thought she had already grown used to your cheeky attitude. Something that made her fall for you was the way you'd often tease her shy self, making her blush with little inappropriate comments in public or by eliciting reactions out of her that she didn’t know she was capable of. It was cute how you had her wrapped around your finger despite her being the most experienced out of the two.

You personally loved breaking through her responsible and composed façade just to get a bold reaction out of the woman. There was something so satisfying about seeing someone so delicate and reserved snapping and falling apart because of you. Seeing her usually tender eyes get darker or seeing her lose a smidge of control over her reactions.

In Hyun-ju's case, when you manage to make her run out of the endearing and never-ending patience she has for you, it could go two ways:

1. She matched your energy, playfully biting back as much as her reserved self would allow her. A timid smile on her face as she teased you, trying to mimic your mischievous energy. It was cute to see her try, she always looked so adorable trying to one you up.

2. She gets frustrated. When your teasing stopped being playful and it started being needy, bratty. It happened when you tried to get under her skin, when there was a purpose behind your blunt antics. And that purpose was making her lose control, to get a glimpse of that rare version of her where she acts on her lust selfishly, when she stops treating you so carefully and wants you to learn a lesson.

This time you aimed for the later, but what you didn’t see coming this time was her adamant disposition to let go and lash her frustrations out on you. You had tried everything by now, but she wouldn’t yield. When you wore revealing clothes, she'd either avoid looking at you or give you a disapproving look. If you tried to grind your body against hers when she slipped in bed after finishing her work for the day at late hours of the night, she'd stop your hips with a firm grab. Your bold comments while they seemed to make her clench her jaw, she'd act as if she hadn’t hear you.

It was getting frustrating getting yourself off in your shared bed when you knew she was working her ass off in the living room. Your fingers felt slow and short in comparison to hers, it never felt enough, and you were growing tired of it.

Your physical indisposition wasn’t the only problem, she also gave you nothing to work with. She had barely touched you lately and your make out sessions were reduced to merely chaste pecks.

It was 1AM when you began trying on a lacy underwear set you had begged her to buy you a month ago, before she got chained to her work. You had thought of spicing it up instead of the usual jerk off session on your pajamas, because working off memories was proving to not be enough anymore, you needed more vivid material.

You tried imagining her pretty lips placing kisses on the edge of the lacy red bra as she whispered praises against the wet marks she left behind, and it worked for a while, but opening your eyes to not seeing her over your body brought you back down, impossible to reach your climax without the real thing.

With a scoff you put on a shirt and walked off to the kitchen with the idea of getting some cereal to watch a show. You pay no mind to the black haired woman sitting under the light of her lamp typing on her laptop, as you were sure she'd do the same with you.

Making sure to keep it as quiet as possible you start preparing your snack, unaware of the eyes firmly fixed on the back of your figure.

As you turn around to head off to your room you catch the focused eyes of your girlfriend on the lower part of your body. She didn’t look away, too tired to realize your attention was on her.

"Baby?" Your soft voice got her out of her trance immediately, eyes back to the screen of her computer.

Hesitantly you began to walk towards her, unsure of what you're going to do, but desperate enough to try to do something.

"You look tired" you whispered as you caressed carefully her scalp, fingers brushing her soft short hair tenderly.

"Don't start, I've had enough of that this week" she covered the small groan that escaped her lips with a defeated sigh.

"You were the one staring, I was just getting my cereals" a satisfied grin made way into your face, to which she only scoffed to. "Hey, you're supposed to be the mature one"

Her eyes snapped to you, eyebrow arched in disbelief. Your smug grin grew on your face, finally getting a reaction out of her.

"You're being so cold with me," your grin was replaced with a fake pout, bending to be on the same level as her face.

"Aren't you supposed to take care of me?" you whispered, lips dangerously close to hers.

You slightly jumped when she abruptly got up from her seat, her tall frame backing you up against her desk.

"I don’t take care of you, brat?"

Her hands caged you between her desk and her body. Your heart rate picked up excitedly thinking about her finally fucking you after so long.

Your confidence shrank under her intimidating gaze, formerly teasing eyes looking up at her innocently.

"Cat got your tongue?"

You remain silent. Her eyes go back to the lacy panties you two didn’t even have the time to use yet and you watched her shallow, dominance slipping off her fingers for a brief second as she thought about how ridiculously beautiful they looked on you.

She slips a hand under your shirt to feel the matching bra and closed her eyes as she noticed how well it fit the shape of your breasts.

When she met your eyes again, she saw a playful grin plastered on your face, as if you had won this one.

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That's how you'd end up on your shared bed with your legs thrown over her shoulders.

"What's wrong?"

You look at her, incredulous, as she worked around your clit for the eighteenth time tonight. She looked up at you through her lashes, her usually perfect eyeliner slightly smudged in the edges. A broken whine leaves your lips when you catch a fleeting glimpse of her lips covered in your arousal.

"I'm sorry" you didn’t mean to sound half as pathetic as you did, but the pent-up need got the best of you.

Tears formed on the corner of your eyes and Hyun-ju found herself enjoying it a little too much. She saw your hole clenching around nothing while she licked and kissed around the slick skin of your lips.

"I'm sorry, damn- Please, I mean it" you cried, unfocused eyes looking down at her pleadingly, "it hurts, please"

When her tongue finally connected with your throbbing bundle of nerves, you groaned in relief. Her wet tongue slowly drew circles on your clit the way she knew that drives you crazy.

You grind against her tongue, too impatient for her chosen pace, and surprisingly she lets you. She watches you desperately using her tongue to get yourself off, eyes squished shut and tears running beautifully down your cheeks.

When you bite your lips and your movements become sloppier and messy she knows you're close. She grins as she gets her tongue off you when you're about to reach your climax, hearing the much-expected whine that left your pouty lips.

"I don't want you to cum yet"

Gently bringing your body closer to her she positions both your heats against each other.

"Fuck" you hissed when your slick cunt touched hers.

She quickly started moving against you, pleasure taking over her frustrated body. Pent up frustration setting the pace with which she rubbed herself against your body.

Your previously built-up climax arrived quickly. Your body tensed against her, and you kissed her plump lips as you fell from your high, tasting your slick on her tongue.

She knew her neglected body wouldn't last much more than you, the friction of your soaked cunt was driving her insane. Her breathing became more strained, and her movements were becoming messier.

The warm feeling of your wetness against her aching clit didn’t take too long to throw her over the edge, lips whispering soft praises against your skin as she came.

Her exhausted body fell on top of yours, breath ragged and sweaty bangs sticking adorably to her forehead.

"Need a break?" you smirked, petting her hair as she rested her head in your neck.

She giggled against your sweaty skin. "Shut up, I still got a few more for tonight"

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wow i can't believe season 3 was just a dream

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age gap hyun-ju

wc: 2,4k

cw: age gap (hyun ju is in her late 30s-early 40s and reader is in their early-mid 20s), smut with just enough plot to set the scene, fingering, oral (reader receiving), reader is afab and wears a dress and make up, low-key voyeurism? and tiniest mention of post-op Hyun-ju

a/n: this was gonna be a drabble but i got carried away 💀anyway im beyond OBSESSED w her

Hyun-ju has strong morals, and she's always stuck to her ideals fiercely. Her years in the military plus her innate composure have always made it so easy for her to have control over her desires.

That is until you come around and test her so well-trained auto discipline.

She first sees you carrying some huge boxes to the apartment next to hers. She notices how beautifully your hair frames your face, and how weirdly cute your face scrunches due to the weight of the box... And she also notices you're terribly younger than her.

She should've looked away by now, but for some reason her body is not cooperating with her brain. There was something so inexplicably alluring about you, and she's only known of your existence for a minute.

Once you let the box down in front of your door you look at her, still short on breath, and smile awkwardly at the staring woman. Her attention goes down to your glistening chest for a second, but she corrects herself quickly before you notice.

She must compose herself, did you say hi? She'd swear you greeted her while she was distracted but she wouldn't swear on it. Did she imagine it?

Panic was quickly replaced by confusion. Why was she overthinking something like that? It wasn't like her to be so dense. Whether she said it or not, it's just polite saying hello anyway.

The polite smile on your awaiting face grew when she greeted you back. Hyun-ju couldn't help but stare at you again, as if to take a mental note of everything she was seeing. The wrinkles near your eyes, your sweet smile, the drops of sweat falling down your neck...

"Do you need help with that?"

"Oh, sure, if you don't mind"

That day she rejects your kind offer to invite her to a cup of tea in gratitude for her help. She couldn't bear to be in your presence any longer, the turmoil in her mind was driving her crazy. She felt disappointed in herself for the thoughts she was allowing herself to have, knowing she was about twenty years your senior made a sense of guilt sit on her heart. She knew she wasn’t like this, it wasn’t like her to deviate like this from her principles.

She played the polite neighbor for months, pretending she wasn't going crazy whenever you brought someone home late at night and had to sleep with her TV on to drown out the sounds of some useless dude being where she'd die to be in.

She'd have a few conversations with you here and there and you had even been over at each other's houses a couple of times to talk about trivial stuff. All without completely shaking off that feeling she tried her best to repress. All the times she has had to stop herself from flirting with you when the perfect occasion was given or having to play dumb when she said something a bit too intimate for your surface level relationship.

Despite her moments of weakness, her discipline proved to be efficient enough to keep herself in line. She had no business with someone like you, her morality winning even during the nights she hears you pleasuring yourself, pretty moans reverberating against the walls of her room like a punishment.

But after all, she prevails.

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One fateful night she found you in the hallway when she came back late at night from a long, tiring shift. You were just staring at your door, without the intention of opening it, and you looked so exasperated that you didn’t even notice her presence. But more than the strange situation, what really caught her attention was the skimpy dress you had on. She assumed you had gone to the club, but it was too soon to have come back.

"Hey" your voice brought her roaming eyes back to your face, which had softened when you saw her.

You told her that you were going out tonight, but it was cut short when your friend found someone to spend the night with, and she'd ask you for your apartment for some... Privacy.

"I don't want to bother you, you seem tired, but could you spare me your couch for tonight?" the sight of your frail smile melted her tired heart.

Much to your surprise, she didn’t even need too much convincing to let you into her house. No further questions were asked, nor any other alternatives were brought up, she just seemed eager to offer you her help, which made you feel a sudden tingle deep in the pit of your stomach.

Unbeknownst to you, the little dress you were wearing quite helped your case — or quite much just clouded her better judgement and self-restraint.

She offered you tea and some treats as well as a nice conversation. It was hard to ignore how easy it was to talk to her; she was so interesting and such a great listener. You watched enchanted as she spoke, her voice was so soft and honeyed, you couldn't help yourself when your mind drifted to how she'd sound talking you through it. She looked so patient and careful, the type to take her sweet time with someone...

Your thighs closed tighter, subtly trying to relieve the sudden ache between your legs. And you were so distracted, you didn't notice the way her eyes drifted down to your thighs, the movement not going unnoticed to her cautious eyes. She had been trying all this time to avoid your exposed legs, but she had realized a long time ago she was way too weak for whatever spell you have on her.

Repressing her ongoing thoughts, she cut the conversation early by offering you her bed to sleep, pointing out how tired you looked. She felt dirty masking her lust with kindness, but that'd be a battle for another day.

You had been around Hyun-ju for long enough to notice her so self-sacrificing and kind heart. But you just couldn't accept her bed without a fight. After what seemed like a never-ending back and forth you offered to share it. You weren't going to settle for leaving her on an uncomfortable couch under any conditions, but especially after a long shift and her generous help.

Seeing her prepare for bed felt so intimate, and you had to repress your excitement when she brought you some comfortable clothes to change into. On her part, she was still planning on sneaking on the couch when you fell asleep, unsure if she'd get any sleep knowing you were just some centimeters away from her. Not after seeing so much of you tonight, not while being so exhausted to fight her own desires.

You stared at her through the mirror in her bedroom as she took off her earrings, realizing how beautiful she looked on her work attire. It was just a basic knee-length skirt and a white blouse but she still managed to look like an angel. Her hair was down and fell on her shoulders so gracefully, you just couldn’t stop staring mesmerized.

You didn't know what had gotten into you, it could've been that you were sensitive tonight, or that the faint sounds of your friend's "private time" through the wall of the bedroom were driving you insane, but you felt ridiculously attracted to the older woman. Not that you weren't usually, but there was something in the air tonight.

"Is anything wrong?" she asked, tone slightly worried, as she stared back at you through the mirror.

"I-" the words threatened to leave your mouth, but you were too scared of her rejection, of having to hear her politely decline and have her smile awkwardly at you.

Her eyes didn't leave you for a second. You fell quiet but she still stared at you intrigued. Her eyes only looked away from yours when they noticed you shifting uncomfortably on the bed, her eyes roaming around your fidgety body for way too long. Or at least long enough for you to finally notice.

A small bit of confidence bloomed on your chest at her stare. Carefully you left the bed and slowly walked towards her slightly bending frame, eyes locked on hers through the mirror. She hurriedly took her other earring off and stood straight, but she wasn't as subtle hiding her nervousness as before.

"Have you ever heard me?"

She quickly turned around to face you, unfortunately making it easier for you to get closer to her. A puzzled expression on her face as she tried to understand what you meant.

"The walls seem thin," a low chuckle blurted out of your lips.

Realization washed over her face like a bucket of cold water. She could now hear the vague sounds through the wall and the implication of your comment flustered her.

Her eyes looked at you disapprovingly, stern, as if she was scolding you without actually addressing the situation. Your name left her lips with a sigh, advising you not to go that way.

"Have you?" you insisted despite her warnings.

"Quit it."

Her stern tone made you reevaluate the situation, thinking you might've misunderstood the signs, but her ragged breath and the poorly hidden lust in her eyes gave her true intentions away.

Bringing a hand up to her cheek, you caressed her soft skin gently, as if trying to calm her down, but she knew it was a mere tease. You were poking fun at her awful attempts to keep control of herself. It was terribly adorable in your eyes.

"Don't you wanna touch me?"

Your thumb rubbed the gloss on her plump lips, which just fell open at your words. Her frown dissipated, too caught off guard by your words to keep up the façade. The ghost of an answer hung on her agape mouth, the battle on her mind was painfully evident and you were relishing yourself watching her struggle to not give in. Your question felt like venom in her veins despite your irresistibly sweet tone.

"Because I really wanna touch you," you purred, every breathy syllable blown against her lips felt warm, tantalizing.

In a second your feet stopped touching the floor. Hyun-ju picked you up like you weighed nothing and quickly threw you on top of her bed. Her polished black nails gripped your thighs tight, forcing them open to stand between them. Before you know it, she crashed her lips firmly against yours, her gloss and your lipstick making a beautiful mess on each other's faces.

Your desperate attempts to deepen the kiss were quickly corrected by a tight hold of your head, warning you to follow her pace. Her hold on your thigh tightened when she heard you whine in protest against her lips.

She left you unbutton her shirt as a reward for obeying despite your cries, and ran her tongue across your bottom lip, finally allowing herself to taste you. A moan threatened to leave her mouth when she felt your warm hands touching her exposed chest and she got back at you pressing her knee against your core. You break the kiss with a broken moan as you start grinding against her.

"Yes," Hyun-ju breathes against your neck, leaving open mouth kisses along the curve of your throat. "I heard you."

As she stood up to take off her skirt, she couldn't stop herself from pausing to stare at your mesmerizing form for a second. You were still panting, your make-up was all smudged and your dress was up to your waist, giving her an amazing view of your soaked panties.

She helped you out of your dress and wasted no time kissing her way down to your legs, where she positioned herself between your thighs, not without giving them the proper care and kisses first.

After putting her hair up in a ponytail, she slide your panties out of the way to finally taste what she had been forbidding herself all these long, agonizing months. But her eagerness didn't stop her from admiring and confirming how beautiful you were all over before starting to give you teasing licks.

She noticed the difference between the moans she was hearing and when she heard you through her wall and she felt a pride flourish in her chest, as well as shame for the indecency of her thoughts in contrast with the sweet moment she was enjoying.

"C'mon, please" the ache in your voice destroyed any intentions she had of teasing.

A moment later she was devouring you with an expertise you have never had before. Just a few seconds in and your legs were already jelly against her hold.

Tears began to form on the corner of your eyes and threatened to spill when you felt the semi-sharp end of her nail on your entrance. Your worried look was returned with a soothing gaze, she assured you she'd be careful. And she was, the slow pace of her finger combined with the work of her tongue on your clit had your legs nearly shaking.

Hyun-ju felt your walls clenching around her finger, and she sped up the ministrations of her mouth on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Are you holding it in?" she questioned, breathe fanning over your clit tauntingly. "You can let go, baby"

Your teary eyes locked with hers and she could feel herself clenching around nothing at the sight.

"Fuck- 's too soon" your trembling voice felt like music to her hears.

"Just let go" there was again that stern voice so uncharacteristic of the sweet, soft-spoken woman you know.

Offering no resistance you cum around her fingers and you swear you see stars before you let your head fall to her lavender scented pillow. You don't notice yourself dozing off for a bit until you feel a wet cloth against your sensitive core. You fight to open your eyes to see Hyun-ju cleaning you up and you try to get up despite your exhaustion.

"No, wait! I wanna touch you too" you whine pushing her hand away.

"Maybe in the morning after you rest" she lets out a soft giggle at your antics and resumes her work.

She carefully wiped your mascara smudged cheeks before placing a small peck on the corner of your lips before tangling herself to your side to get her well-deserved rest too.

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Will u do Amber waves part 2?

it wasnt my intention, but ill keep it in mind if i get inspo!!

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Hi i acc love ur writings smm!! Do u think you could do a daeho x reader (no games AU?) where him and reader had a good relationship and all and he just breaks up with reader and if u could just Make it angsty

Id be really happy if u did this but totally fine if u dont!

note: i hope you're okay with the reason i chose for the break up, i hope you enjoy it! and tysm, im glad you enjoyed my other fics ^^

cw: angst, hurt/no comfort, reader shows signs of dissociation or detachment from their feelings

"Uh?"

An agonizing minute passed before Dae-ho repeated himself.

"I don't think we should be together anymore"

From your peripheral vision you could see his fidgety form squirming on the couch, almost looking terrified of what he was suggesting. It was interesting how silent a noisy room could feel, the voices of the TV and the chatter outside your shared apartment didn’t even register in your brain, a thick fog starting to cover your mind.

He stared at you intently as his shaky fingers struggled to stay still in his lap, deciding against his need to touch your arm and bring you down to reality. There was again that look in your eyes he had grown accustomed to. The empty stare before you started talking to him like nothing happened.

Disappointment washed over his ever so kind and cheerful face as flashbacks of all the hours he had spent researching about your behavior in a futile attempt to keep you two afloat suddenly came back to him. The strain of a relationship that avoided all problems, filled with repressed emotions for the sake of preserving the peace, was getting harder to ignore.

His sisters were the first to notice. Poor Dae-ho was flaunting his perfect relationship when he got bombarded with a bunch of skeptical questions. Once he saw it, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that overtook him whenever there should've been a fight, an uncomfortable conversation... Hell, even a slight disagreement, but it was only brushed off and never brought up again.

It had been a long and exhausting fight against himself. What was he going to say when you asked him why? That your relationship was too perfect? Because to everybody it seemed perfect. Goddamn it, it even felt perfect to him until that conversation opened his eyes. He had been going back and forth for a month before deciding to end it and even now he was too scared to face the reality of having to leave you, it still didn't feel quite right.

His hesitant hand was about to touch your frozen arm when you jolted awake from your dream-like state.

"Imagine?" you laughed playfully.

An awkward laugh left his lips, unconsciously mirroring you. Too used to laughing it off, too used to pretending it was a joke, too used to repressing it. He almost gave up to the habit of going back to normal, fighting with tooth and nails to not kiss your pouty lips and suggest just going to sleep, but his sisters' advice echoed relentlessly in his mind.

"I’m serious"

A frown settled on your previously emotionless face, much to his surprise. He couldn’t read your face past your shallow confusion; it’s like his words hadn’t hit you yet despite being visibly present. He wasn’t sure if you had already closed off and you were showing him the empty vessel of the person he loved.

"Did you cheat on me?"

He quickly shook his head as he raised his hands defensively. You couldn’t torture him into betraying you like that, so he was slightly hurt by the question.

"N-no, it's just..." words he had rehearsed hours before got stuck in his throat and his brain struggled to form a coherent sentence. "I just don’t think... I suppose we should've-"

He tried to soothe the guilt emerging in his chest at the sight of your confused expression remembering all the times he tried to talk things out, but you'd refuse because everything was fine.

You've tried, there's no saving this, he thought.

"I don’t think the person I loved is here anymore"

He looked away from your eyes once his words managed to leave his mouth. You stared at him dumbfounded, still trying to figure out if he's fooling around or genuinely leaving you. His unusual seriousness made you realize it was the latter.

"I- I don't get it, we've been fine. Everything was okay ten minutes ago," you searched frantically for his eyes, but he was fixed on a spot in the wall "did I do something wrong?"

"No... You didn't do anything"

His own words felt like a deep stab in his heart. That's the problem, you didn't do anything.

When he looked back at you, he saw it again. Dae-ho realized he was still holding hope even now, but he was let down one last time. Your vacant eyes stared back at him, but he was sure you weren't there anymore.

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cw: smut, fingering, afab reader, not proofread

Imagine risking your life during a game to help Hyun-ju out. It was stupid and unnecessary, she always has the upper hand, she's the one that always has to help everybody. So imagine her shock when she saw you giving away your location away during Keys and Knives to divert the attention from the room they were hiding in. Her anxiety was through the roof as she watched people coming back to the increasingly emptier room after the game, looking for your face frantically.

But to her surprise and relief, you survive!

You're not sure what you're expecting after your risky plan, but it was certainly not the tall, usually soft-spoken woman grabbing you so roughly and screaming at you for being so reckless.

You watch her storm off without being able to do anything, still shaken from the chase to process her frustrated words. Something about seeing her usually composed self absolutely lose it in front of your very own eyes, while also being the reason for that anger, made your heart rate pick up anxiously.

How dare you test the endless patience she has reserved only for you? How dare you risk the life she goes above and beyond to keep safe every game?

It's not until late at night that you decide to do something about the stabbing pain in your stomach and leave your bed to approach her.

You had trouble finding her bed hidden in a corner of the dark room, but her silhouette under the bed sheets was unmistakable.

Without a second thought, you lay down facing her back. She doesn't even react, recognizing you even without sparing you a look.

"I'm sorry"

As expected, she doesn't respond, though you can tell she's awake. Her body felt tense under your discreet touches. Your begging wasn't visibly working, so you insisted by leaving a trail of kisses on the back of her neck. A subtle gasp letting you know the effectiveness of your plan.

"I risk my life to keep you safe and you just-"

"I know"

You hear a sigh coming out of her lips, shoulders finally relaxing against your touch.

"I know, pretty girl"

The sweet nickname was the last thing she needed to give up and fully melt against your body. The little innocent pecks quickly become a wet mess of marks and bites on the sensitive skin of her neck.

She wasn't strong enough after everything she's had to endure during this game to resist your tantalizing voice. And she had no patience for your games.

Before you know it, she's straddling your waist, keeping your hands in a firm grip above your head. Even in hasty moments like this, you can't help but notice how gentle and careful she is handling you, her sweet nature showing even in the naughtiest situations.

After making sure you're both covered by the blanket, she covered your mouth with her hand before sliding the other down to your panties. She didn't waste no time teasing, you could feel another side of her previous frustration in the way she rubbed your clit in messy circles, eager to make you squirm under her touch. She left a trail of sloppy kisses along the edge of your jaw, her motions hurrying by the second.

A broken moan threatened to break through the thin gaps between her fingers. She could even make out her name between all the incomprehensible sounds coming out of your shut mouth.

You had missed how well she reached those soft spots reserved only for her long fingers and how she always knew what pace your body needed to go dumb under her control.

Her movements get rougher, almost as if she was letting everything she's pent up out on you, but it's not like you'd notice, too lost in the friction of her fingers against your walls.

Your climax was way too close for you to have any sense of control over your noises. Thankfully, Hyun-ju was kind enough to shove her tongue into your mouth to muffle your sounds as much as possible to avoid being caught.

Your warmth spasming around her fingers only made her miss home more than before, bringing her back to the reality you're both trapped in.

"I'm sorry"

"I know," she whispered softly while pulling you into her to rest for what's left of the night until next day's nightmare.

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it’s namgyu.

prints + merch + commission info pinned to profile :)

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cant bring myself to watch the last two episodes, that shit was so ass

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amber waves

cw: break up, angst, hurt/no comfort, substance abuse, namgyu is on hard drugs on this one and having an episode, reader finds him while he's consuming, mean talk, not proofread

inspired by amber waves by ethel cain

"You meant nothing to me"

The blood running through your veins felt cold, an uncomfortable tingle spreading through your already trembling hands. His words reverberated through your mind time and time again, interrupting any attempt of building a sentence or being the voice of reason of the situation.

The man before your tired eyes was but a caricature of what your mind made him up to be. He looked at you like a rabid dog, and the injury in his forearm was sickly visible to your avoidant gaze. The face you caressed so tenderly yesterday was glistening with sweat, and you couldn't find him in his own eyes.

If only he was sober enough to see the surrendering look in your eyes, he'd probably be trying to save the situation, but it wasn't one of those days. It wasn't like him to get depressed while consuming.

The inert devil laying in his hands stared back at you tauntingly, a feeling of loss captivating your body and sinking it into the ground. His words drilled into your head at an agonizing pace, as if resisting being processed.

"So I'll leave," you muttered with resignation, still hoping he'd come down from his high miraculously to ask you to stay. Pushing your voice out of your lips proved to be a bigger challenge than you'd expected. Every sound reverberating painfully against your throat and leaving a sour taste in your mouth.

"I'll be alright"

His words came out so easily from his mouth with an amount of venom you thought could've taken out a whole elephant. Your heart wouldn't hurt as much if you didn't notice he was being truthful. It was painful knowing he was lying to himself with such confidence and conviction that he geniunely believed he made the right decision.

Your throat constricted around the words that attempted to leave your mouth. The fog in your brain wouldn't let you articulate your feelings properly anyway, and you didn't have it in you to respond to his bitter words acting on the anger suffocating your heart right now. Giving in and accepting your loss, you leave him how you found him.

The high didn't take much longer than ten minutes to drop him down, this time with more force than usual.

Vivid recent memories plagued his brain. An unrecognizable version of himself telling his best friend, the only person he has ever loved and cared for in his entire life, the one that had stayed through everything - telling you, all those bold faced lies with full conviction.

Panicked hands reached for his phone, desperately looking for your number, but he didn't get a response. Not the first time, nor the twelfth, nor the thirtieth.

The next victim was your chat, which soon was flooded with incoherent apologies and heart-wrenching pleads.

"I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it. Come on"

A bitter feeling sat uncomfortably in the heart ramming wildly against his ribcage. Anger taking over his pain in an awful attempt to cope with the situation. You're supposed to know, you're the only one who understands. He always thought you knew him better than he did, that you'd see right though him even at his worst, but what hurt him the most was knowing that he couldn't even blame you for leaving, and that he'd have to sit in pain with the consequences of his actions. The distorted feeling of betrayal wasn't coherent enough for him to believe, even now, that you left for anything other than being hurt at his words.

The back and forth between his consciousness and his pain-infused anger, aggravated by the toxic substance running through his body, tired his body out. He laid his shaky body on the floor next to the phone he'd hope to see light up, sweaty palms pulling his hair out of his tear stained cheeks as he let himself go for the night.

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I don't see your limits in your pinned post. Is there anything you're not willing to write that I shouldn't request? I need to know before I send in any prompts

thanks for asking, i forgot to add it!

i dont write:

- straight-up rape, but i can do consensual noncon

- male reader

- oc or character x character

- daddy kinks or age play