#BUT IF NAM IS JUST AN ASSHOLE...OH WELL

[bl-bam-beyond]

CAGED AGAIN (2024, THAILAND)

Episode 2

Why? I've been waiting for Jeng to appear in a substantial role in BL since his "guest role" in FISH UPON THE SKY. And gets the role of Nam (and ultimate assh*le)

But I digress. Because I love this series already.

Sun (BENJAMIN GREENWELL aka BEN) is a seemingly shy and brooding type, perhaps because of the manipulative Nam.

But in reality (or the story) Sun is a natural predator as he is a black panther in human form. And he's making it his mission to protect Junior (SORATHON CHALOEMLAPSOMBUT aka JAY) a penguin, also in human form.

These two are destined to be in each other's lives or so it would seem.

@pose4photoml @just-another-boyslove-blog

[cybrasigilism]

Nothing Like A Sharp Dressed Man (Nam-gyu X F!Reader ONESHOT)

warning: smut | not proofread | lowercase intended | roommates to lovers(?) | light choking | degradation | oral (m! receiving) | PiV (wrap your willy if your gonna get silly) | nam-gyu’s a bit of a dick (shocker i know) this is my interpretation of the character, please be respectful even if my opinion on the character differs from your own

character: nam-gyu (player 124)

A/N: saw a drawing someone made of nam-gyu in his work attire pre the squid games and my mind got straight to work. i know this is not requested but i need to indulge in some OG works from time to time. enjoy!! (THE SMUT PART IS A BIT SHORT I FEEL, I APOLOGIZE)

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

your experience with roommates was interesting, to say the very least. it truly was luck of the draw when it came to the array of characters you’ve shared a space with— but hey, anything to stay afloat and pay rent, especially in this economy.

when you first met your latest roommate, nam-gyu, you were certain the two of you would not get along. he was smarmy, standoffish, and just plain rude. not to mention he was a complete hypocrite; whenever you had a friend over at any point of the day, you would get texts from him telling you to keep it down (or rather “shut the fuck up”, if you were going to quote him directly) due to him having to work later that night. but whenever he had friends over at ungodly hours of the night, making all sorts of noise and blaring music, you weren’t allowed to comment on it. he wouldn’t fight you on it, but you may as well not say anything because it truly is in one ear and out the other with nam-gyu.

you two never agreed on anything. you were almost always at each others throats, it even got to a point where you would go out of your way to spite one another— for example, one of you might use the last of something without replacing it, or say if you wanted to watch TV in the living room; you had better make it snappy to claim your spot or else nam-gyu will have “spontaneously” decided that he wanted to watch TV too. i mean, god forbid you two actually watch something together, that would require tolerating each other’s presence for more than 3 minutes and that was definitely out of the realm of possibility.

or so you thought.

up until a certain point you actually had no idea what nam-gyu did for work. all you knew was that his shifts were at obscene hours, and he would always wake you up when he got back home with the ridiculous amount of noise he made coming in the house. you were mystified when you caught a glimpse of him all dressed up in his full-black business attire. you didn’t really get a chance to take the view in though, because he was out the door before he noticed you staring. you remember feeling your cheeks heat up, butterflies in your stomach— oh my god,

did you find him.. hot?

you doubted these feelings at first, telling yourself that even if this was how you felt about him dressed like that— nothing would ever come of it. as far as you knew, nam-gyu hated you just as much as you did him, right?

right?

you tried to remind yourself that this was your combative, hypocritical, asshole roommate. this was the guy who always got the last slice of pizza just as you were about to grab it; the guy who uses up the hot water before you take a shower; the guy who.. looked really good in those dress pants from the glimpse you got at him—shit. you were completely cooked. you knew you were cooked when you caught yourself waiting to hear nam-gyu leave his room, so you could sneak a peek of him in that damned uniform before he left for work; you definitely knew you were cooked when you found yourself fantasizing about him. you had to fill in some details with your imagination, which was the worst mistake you could have made because god that just made you crave him more. you should have been completely ashamed with your actions when he started coming to mind while you fucked yourself; imagining his hands in place of your own between your legs, wondering what his moans sounded like. fuck, you knew he would kill you if he found out about how perverse you had become. but that would never happen. i mean, you were being discreet…. right?

unfortunately, you weren’t being as discreet as you apparently thought. one faithful night, while you were trying to sneak a peek at nam-gyu getting ready to head out the door, he noticed you. fuck, you thought, whipping around the corner so fast you hoped he hadn’t realized what you were doing. the feeling of butterflies was more-so out of nervousness now, you tried to rationalize to yourself as you paced in your room, biting your nails anxiously. “maybe he won’t suspect anything, i mean how could he? it was just this once..” you tried to think critically here, how would he be able to deduce that you were undressing him with your eyes just then— and had been for the past dozen nights? you figured it would be best to just sleep it off, and hope he didn’t ask any questions in the morning.

⟢

a loud knock jolted you awake. you glanced at your phone. “4:22?” you knew who it was, but why was he knocking on your door at 4:22 in the morning? nam-gyu knocked again, to which you drowsily said “i’m coming, i’m coming.” as you threw on your sleep shirt, baggy enough to shield your lack of pants. you opened the door to see nam-gyu, still in that uniform. you must have been giving him quite the look, because he raised his eyebrow and snapped his fingers almost in your face. “hey, my eyes are up here dipshit.” you jumped, making direct eye contact with him, not realizing where you had just been looking. “what the fuck what was that earlier? didn’t take you for a stalker.” damn, he was onto you.

“a stalker? no i was just..” “just what?” he cut in, causing you to purse your lips in frustration. “just getting more visual material to jack off to later?” your eyes widened when he said that, causing him to laugh in a way that you knew was at your expense. “god.. i had a feeling that was it.” he scoffed, you felt your cheeks grow warmer by the second with embarrassment. “you really didn’t think i could hear you moaning my name through the wall? hell i’d be surprised if the neighbours didn’t hear..” you couldn’t bear to look at him anymore, you were humiliated. had you really been so fucked out of your mind that you didn’t catch yourself moaning his name? “look, i’m sorry… i should have never even—“ you started, actively avoiding his eyes. he did something then that caught you off guard entirely. he grabbed your chin, redirecting your gaze to meet him. “sorry? shit, if you’re gonna be a dirty little slut, don’t apologize for that.” you were confused, even more so because that little name he called you made you feel.. something.

nam-gyu knew what he was doing to you, and he was about to take full advantage of that. for some reason, having you at his mercy like this was totally turning him on. he couldn’t deny the way his pants tightened when you looked at him like that— fuck it. “oh..” he noticed the way you pressed your thighs together just then. “oh, you like it when i call you that.. don’t you?” you nodded instinctively. his grip shifted from your chin to your throat, squeezing lightly as he moved in close enough to whisper to you. a light moan leaving your lips as he did so.

“then why don’t you show me how much of a slut you can be.”

⟢

you don’t know how you got into this situation, having nam-gyu’s dick shoved between your lips, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to mind. his grip on your head was almost strong enough to be painful, but you were too focused on the sounds he was making to be bothered by it.

“oh fuck… fuck, your lips—“ he groaned, bucking his hips up into your mouth. you whined around him when the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, but that only egged him on. “yeah, you like being used like this, huh?” he was enjoying this way more than you thought, hell he was so eager to have your mouth on his cock he didn’t even take his clothes off. not that you minded, of course. “you’ve been waiting for me to fuck your mouth like this, haven’t you?” nam-gyu’s words were broken up by moans and whimpers he failed to mask; you really had no idea the effect you had on him up until this point. just then, he pushed your head down as far as you could go, mustering a gag out of you.

“it’s rude to ignore people when they ask you a question.” he said through gritted teeth, chest heaving from how good your mouth felt on his dick. you looked up at him, eyes watering. “answer me, bitch.” whether it was the way he looked so. damn. good in the uniform, or the way he was ordering you around like a dog; you felt your pussy clench around nothing, god you needed him right were he wasn’t so bad it hurt. you nodded, hoping that if you did what you were told, then he would finally cut to the chase and fuck you. “oh, so you can follow orders.” he smirked, pulling your head off his dick and sitting back onto your bed. “in that case, ride me.” your eyes widened, but you did what he said without a word, straddling him as though you were in a trance.

both you and nam-gyu made an indescribable sound of pleasure when you sunk down onto his cock. he gripped your hips as you did so, sliding you down even faster. you cried out, and he kept you bottomed out on his dick for a moment. you thought for a second that it was to allow you time to adjust to the full length of him, but he wasn’t that nice. you were just getting used to him when he began to move you up and down his dick, biting his lip as he did so. “oh my fuck!” you moaned out, planting your hands onto nam-gyu for balance. his grip on your hips was so firm you were positive he would bruise you, but you didn’t really give a shit then; too focused on how fucking amazing his cock felt inside you then. “shit, you sound like such a whore—“ he was one to talk, becoming less and less able to cover up his own slutty noises. “it’s good i’m fucking you like the little slut you are then—fuck.”

even on top you were completely at his mercy, and you loved it. you loved the way he fucked up into that tight pussy of yours almost carelessly, you loved being able to take in the full sight of him in his work clothes while he did it, too. the way his shirt, unbuttoned down his chest, looked disheveled as he used you this way; the way you knew you were making a mess of his pants when your hips collided; the way he was so desperate to put you in your place like this that he saw no time to change out of the outfit he knew got you off in the first place. everything that was happening to you right now under any other circumstance would have not turned you on this much, but for some reason that outfit changed everything.

and you definitely didn’t want it to stop anytime soon.

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thanks for reading! i apologize for the lack of dialogue, this was just an idea i had and i wanted to put it to “paper” as soon as possible! thank you guys for putting up with my self-indulgent nonsense again :P

as usual, any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested! have a fantastic day/night lovelies 💋

tags: @gongyoosgf @kouzih @strangelife122 @gabbystinks

[vindicated-truth]

Theories for the upcoming Beyond Evil (괴물) Japanese Remake, Kaibutsu (怪物)

Basing my thoughts on previous Japanese media that I've watched. I'm writing this down to see how much of it will be proven correct (or wrong) when I get back to this after Kaibutsu airs.

One thing the Japanese are very good at is the psychological aspect of their stories. They mess with you mentally, creeping under your skin until you can't shake off the disturbing feeling.

I don't think they'll change anything significant from the Korean original when it comes to the plot, because it's so solidly and meticulously written. However, because Kaibutsu will only have 10 episodes compared to Beyond Evil's 16 episodes, I do think that they will trim down the story into the essential plot.

For one thing, based on the trailer released so far, compared to Beyond Evil's Manyang police substation, Kaibutsu's Hatano station seems to be down one cop. The confirmed characters of Hatano police station so far are:

Moridaira Saburo (Nam Sangbae)

Togashi Hiroyuki (Lee Dongsik)

Yashiro Masato (Han Joowon)

*Endo Yu (Oh Jihoon)

*Kasuya (Cho Gilgu) *exact names yet to be confirmed

This means that it's likely that it's Hwang Gwangyoung's character who's axed in the Japanese version, because Cho Gilgu's character is more essential to the plot.

If Kaibutsu is indeed going to be a more condensed, more tightly written version of Beyond Evil's original story, the axing of Gwangyoung's character already tells me two things:

There will be less red herrings involved, as one of Gwangyoung's purpose as a character is to be a red herring suspect.

There will also be less comedic relief, as Gwangyoung is also written almost like a foil to the seriousness of the other characters.

Whether or not this will be to the benefit or detriment of the story remains to be seen, but it does mean that if not in the core plot, Kaibutsu might differ in the execution.

And here's my theory about how they might achieve that:

Condensing the story means they can't afford to waste too much time with red herrings. How they will still execute the mystery / thriller aspect of it might be through a red herring point of view: through Masato's POV.

Beyond Evil's execution gives the audience a little "cheat" when it comes to the POV: we are already given a glimpse since the very beginning of how good of a person Dongsik is, especially with most of the Manyang gang vouching for him. Because we as the audience are already conditioned to think of Dongsik this way, we are also conditioned to question Joowon, the outsider who knows nothing of Dongsik except what is recorded in his file: a serial killer, suspected of killing his own twin sister.

What I theorize Kaibutsu might do is to portray Hiroyuki through Masato's eyes, in which this time, the audience (especially those watching for the very first time) gets to see Hiroyuki the way Masato sees him, without the cheat of knowing from the start whether or not Hiroyuki is actually a good person.

Whereas in Beyond Evil, the audience is conditioned to think of Joowon as crazy to ever suspect Dongsik, perhaps in Kaibutsu, the red herring will be conditioning the audience to think that Masato is insane to not suspect someone like Hiroyuki.

The precise execution of that plot twist—if my theory will be proven correct—is of prime interest to me, because knowing Japanese shows they actually do excel at this kind of mind games.

And what I'm actually looking forward to as well is that perhaps this kind of execution finally allows the audience to see Joowon / Masato not as the "asshole" that the Manyang POV painted him as, but as the righteous and somewhat reckless cop who is actually insane enough to infiltrate a suspected serial killer's hometown.

That maybe, just maybe, this kind of execution will allow the audience to empathize more with Masato, understanding more why he (and Joowon) made those choices because he doesn't have the "audience cheat code" of knowing Hiroyuki (and Dongsik) is in truth a good person.

[lakesparkles]

I have a question. How did your fascination with Thanos began (and why him of all characters)? And how did you come up with the cheetah Thanos au?

Anon, I'm convinced you can read my mind. For days I wanted to write the entire post behind this, thank you for giving an excuse to do so - and this will probably be a long text, here's my story with Thanos in full detail:

I watched season 2 a few days before it got popular, it was at that time people were even joking that nobody watched this season. I wasn't planning to do it so soon, but I needed a break so BAD - for context, I was still in the Mouthwashing fandom and people there were making me lose all my motivation to draw, I was feeling super bad during those days. And I chose SG to watch because 1) I really enjoyed season 1 back in 2021 and 2) my brother had watched it before me and he told me that there was a character there that I could like because he was similar enough to Daisuke (obviously Dae-ho).

I'm telling all of this to be clear that I had NO IDEA about what was gonna happen nor other people's opinion about it. All the information I knew about Thanos was a very basic introduction my brother said to me. So I wasn't excited to meet him, my brother made him sound like a boring character. Even worse, I was under the impression that the season would be bad. So, once Thanos appeared, everything was a surprise.... And I was surprised for sure.

I remember everything clearly because my brother was in the room next to mine and I kept screaming all my opinions to him. The first one, my very first impression of Thanos, was exactly: "Oh no, I can't take him seriously, his face is too goofy" just to later find out that he wasn't a very serious character anyway. He made me laugh very loudly in one of his first scenes and I was so disappointed on myself, I was supposed to dislike the season!!!

So every single thing about him shocked me, I didn't know about the drugs and I didn't know he was the antagonist. But, even still, I wasn't too impressed LMAO Thanos wasn't my favorite character by far to the point I'm still confused why he ended up having such an impact on me.

I could give more details about my thoughts about every scene of him... But it's already getting to long so I'll skip to the moment I finished watching it:

I went to look on Tumblr to see what other people thought about the season, I found basically nothing. I was heartbroken because I imagined this season wouldn't be as popular as the first and I wanted it to be because I ended up loving almost everything about it. In that moment, I wanted to find something related to Dae-ho, but I instead got some fanart of Thanos and Nam-gyu and that was the second I realized some people could ship them. It made sense, but I didn't get it at first.

That was when it happened.

I opened Tiktok and found much more stuff, mostly edits. I was having the time of my life. Again, some stuff about Thanos and Nam-gyu appeared to me. I was watching a specific one (I'm super sad I can't find it again, but it was with that "you get me and I get you" song) and that made me laugh because it was a very cute edit and a huge contrast with how much the two were big assholes. I thought "hah, I could ship these two.... As a joke"

I realized my mistake in the same second. I literally said "oh no" out loud and stared at my wall.

Starting then it was too late. I realized they were the type of character I could hyperfixate on and this couldn't leave my mind. I gave myself one day to try to ignore that. After that, I would let myself be free and accept my fate.

And well, we all know that happened after this.

(Okay, I'll go back very soon and write the second part about cheetah Thanos)

[freshfromhell]

can't believe i discarded this scene a million yrs ago......... 😔

“Look at you, neck deep in pussy.”

Billy Hargrove looked down at the collapsed form before him. Slanted sunglasses, and flushed cheeks, and smeared makeup, and a snoring mouth, jaw all askew. 

Mandy Mueller snorted awake, head half hanging off the old plaid couch in Laurie Binkler’s garage. A big fat cat laid across her neck like a scarf, its furry mass clearly closing off her airway if all the honk-shoo snoring and whistle-tone gurgling was anything to go by. Her head popped up, sunglasses falling off her head and onto the floor in a clatter as she jerked into consciousness. 

“Leave her alone,” a freckled girl called from the opposite end of the couch, her body dressed in the ugly green uniform of Hawkins High’s marching band. Ugh, great, Billy thought with a frown. Billy’s mortal-nemesis: Dweebs. “She said she needs to sleep off all the alcohol she drank or she’s gonna die.”

That was definitely not how that worked.

“Yeah, leave her alone,” Mandy slurred out, agreeing even though she clearly had no fucking clue what was going on around her, squinting around all bleary-eyed in her tired, drunken state. “Asshole.”

Oh, my god. 

“You’re being strangled to death, Idiot,” Billy announced in a bid to be helpful, and Mandy muttered a couple of choice words in reply that Billy was going to pretend he didn’t hear to protect his own feelings. Billy gestured to Mueller’s self-appointed representative at the end of the couch with the neck of his bottle. “Were you really gonna let this fucking thing suffocate her like this?”

The girl scratched her nose with a chipped, painted fingernail, looking at him nervously as she inched out, “Ummm, yeah… We already tried to move it, but it, uh, really likes her, y’know?”

Yeah, well, big fucking whoop. So did Billy, but he wasn’t wrapping himself around her and trying to choke her out, was he? Well, he wasn’t tonight, anyway.

“What?” Billy spat out, eyes narrowing in disbelief at the girl. He looked back down at the fluffy gray cat before him, only to find it already staring up at him with creepy green eyes. He frowned, looking away instinctively, before doing a double-take. Eugh. What the fuck? Why was this fucking thing looking at him like that?

“It is so mean,” the girl explained with severe emphasis, rubbing her head with growing concern. “Some guys cornered it up on those shelves and were messing with it, but—!” She pointed an index finger across the room to the shelves filled with large tools and lumber. “Then Mandy came in here and told them that if they didn’t fuck off that she was gonna introduce them to her new best friend over there—“ The girl’s arm swiveled to another far wall, pointing to the chainsaw mounted by the doorway, before she continued, “And they didn’t believe her, so she went over there, ripped it off the wall, started the thing, and then asked if them if they’ve ever seen Scarface.”

“It was super bad ass!” Another geek exclaimed in excitement over the rehashing of the entire event, and Billy sent a dull frown across the group where they were stationed in a quiet corner of the garage, watching and listening like a bunch of nosy creeps.

Billy shifted in thought, taking a long sip of his drink, before asking curiously, “What the fuck does any of that have to do with moving the cat?”

“Well, we think that’s why it’s so attached to her,” she answered with a shrug, and one of the pimply nerds next to her nodded emphatically. 

Was Billy drunk, or did that not answer his question? He pursed his lips in thought.  

“Wait,” he snaked out, raising a single index finger in contemplation as something just occurring to him. “Do you work at the movie theater?”

“Uuhhh,” the girl droned out uncomfortably, eyes darting around shiftily as she drew her knees in tight from her position perched at the edge of an old coffee table. “Yeah, that’s me, I guess.”

“Rape girl,” Billy clarified with a hum.

“That’s—“ She grimaced as if the name physically pained her, shaking her head as she choked out, “Uh, probably not a great thing to call someone.”

Yeah, whatever, Billy thought to himself. 

“But that’s you—?” He prompted, eyes squinting as he tried to connect the girl before him to the girl from last Saturday. All her different uniforms were fucking with his head a little. She was like a secret agent or something with all the weird get-ups. “Right?”

“Uh, yep,” she popped the ‘p’ awkwardly, hunching in on herself. “That’s me.”

“Huh…” He muttered out loud unthinkingly, before gesturing to the sleeping Mueller offhandedly, “You go to school with us?”

“Yeah,” her lips pinched as she scratched her forehead, fussing with her bangs, “I’ve, uh, gone here longer than both of you combined, I think.”

Billy had to withhold from laughing at that. Holy shit, what a loser. That must have sucked.

“And you’re…” Billy trailed off contemplatively as he looked between the once again unconscious Mandy and the ever-annoying girl before him, “Allergic to cats?”

“Uh, no,” she answered, clearly disarmed by his line of questioning, but what the fuck else was he supposed to think in this situation?

“Then why haven’t you moved the cat off her?!” Billy demanded heatedly as he waved his arms down at the lard ass of a cat.

The band geek before him tossed her hands up helplessly as she stood up and announced, “I told you, already! This thing is, like, so mean!!”

A low yowl interrupted their yelling, and both Billy and the girl paused on either side of the coffee table to glance over at the cat. It stared up at them agitatedly, shifting around in one big loaf-like shape atop Mueller to face them down, its big bushy tail flicking across her face now. It must have irritated her nose, because her face scrunched up almost immediately as she awakened again, letting out an annoyed, whiney groan.

She swatted the tail away without even opening her eyes, calling, “What is your problem, Bitch? Get a grip.”

The cat let out a high-pitched mewl in reply, standing to balance atop Queenie as she writhed around on the couch to get comfortable.

“See?” The girl insisted with a vague gesture to the huge cat where it circled around Mandy’s torso, before seating itself very leisurely atop her chest. Queenie let out a pathetic, wheezing breath under its weight like she was a broken squeak toy. “It really likes her! They’re friends!”

“It’s gonna kill her!” Billy argued as he watched the cat begin kneading her flesh, its nails pricking through her off-the-shoulder sweater and pulling loose the threads as it purred loudly, absolutely delighted to be crushing Mueller under its impressive mass. 

“Well—!” Her words choked off abruptly as she floundered, her arms flailing everywhere in her desperation to convey something. “You move it then! See what happens!”

“Fine! I will!” Billy exclaimed, before looking to the cat in question and hesitating. Were they sure it was a cat? It was so big and ugly, it kinda looked like it wandered in from outside. Whatever. He slammed his bottle down onto the table, before pushing up the sleeves of his jacket and moving towards the couch.

It yowled at him again, this time louder and longer and even more unsettlingly. He ignored it, and it hissed, ears going back on its head as it rose up and swiped at him, making him jump back and nearly trip over the coffee table in the process of getting away.

“It’s not a cat—!” Billy declared vehemently, pointing at it as he rounded the table to stand beside Rape Girl again, hands settling on his hips as he glared at the beast that just attacked him, finishing, “It’s a fucking demon!”

It hissed at him and batted at the air wildly like it understood English. 

“It’s totally a cat!” The girl beside him insisted with an annoying amount of exasperation, “It’s just weirdly protective of her, that’s all.”

“Because she’s its next meal!” Billy gestured with a sweep of his arm in Mueller’s direction.

“No, it loves her! They’re best friends!” One of the other dweebs declared, holding her heart. “She’s like a Disney princess!”

Jesus! What was with this place?! Billy wanted to tear out his hair. He fucking hated it here. 

“Stop shouting! I’m up! Ugh!” Mandy complained grumpily, tucking her elbows under her to prop herself up. The cat only moved, stretching down her body and twisting itself onto its back as it meowed for her attention. It draped itself over her, claws stretching down to her hips as its tail waved in her face. She squinted, swatting at the offending appendage.

She looked at the cat, ignoring the rest of the room as she asked it irately, “You gotta fuckin’ problem with me? Quit showin’ your ass, before I kick it.”

It only mewled in reply, swiveling its head around to blink down at her languidly, and she flopped back onto the couch with an exhausted groan, an arm draping across her eyes. It hurried to her again, nuzzling its face into the crook her neck and rolling around until it was once again wrapped around her head.

“Outta my face,” she muttered, shoving it under her arm pit and tucking it down at her side. The cat went without a fight, twisting itself around onto its back as it settled over her abdomen, its body tucked against the back of the couch with its paws facing the sky. Billy scowled.

“Well, don’t you two look nice and cozy,” Billy called down at the pair, and Mandy’s eyes creaked open again.

“Oh, no,” she whined pathetically, tossing her head around on the couch. “I’m already drunk! What more do you want from me?”

Well, he had a joint in his pocket he wanted to share with her. He nabbed it from a stoner in the backyard, taking pity on her after she rushed off earlier to go barf after he and Tommy filled her full with beer. The only issue was that he was a little worried by the implication of sharing. 

Billy Hargrove was not the sharing type.

In his brief moment of hesitation, her eyes opened, gaze clearer as she looked to him very seriously.

“You actually want something, don’t you?” She groaned out, her nose scrunching up at him. “Aw, c’mon, Hargrove!”

He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he rounded the table towards her spot on the couch.Grabbing the back of one knee, he folded her leg up into her torso and sent the cat back into her face as he slipped between her knees and dropped himself onto the couch with a creak of the old springs. 

“Ow, Asshole!” She complained, kicking the leg he trapped between the couch and his back until she was swinging it into the air over his head and plopping it into his lap to join the other. “I’m a girl, not a chair! Don’t fold me up like that!”

Billy ignored her bitching for the most part, the sound of her nasally voice falling to the backdrop as he pulled the joint from the pocket of his jacket and held it aloft before her with a cool glance. “Ugh! God! What is everyone’s problem—?!”

Her voice cut off abruptly, eyes locking on his fingers. “Who’s that for?”

“You, if you want,” he offered, and her eyes shined at him curiously from over the fluffy body of the cat between them. 

“Why?” She asked, blinking at him. The cat joined her, craning its neck over to him and staring, its tail swishing leisurely over the edge of the couch. 

That was a loaded question. Billy licked his lips, putting the joint to his mouth and reaching for his lighter. 

“You in or out?” He asked, dodging her question. She glanced around the room, gaze a little dimmer than usual, before watching him light the spliff and take an inhale.

The teens around them hunkered down with clangs and gongs of their instruments, seeming to think this was a puff and pass situation, and Mandy rolled her eyes, waving a dainty had around in a silent demand. He handed it over, their fingertips ghosting across one another, before Mueller was pulling the joint to her lips and taking an experimental puff.

She winced, breathing out and coughing as she handed it over. “It’s laced.”

“What?” Billy scoffed, looking down at the lipstick-stained paper in his hand, before bringing it back to his mouth for another inhale, “How the hell do you know that?”

She waved the air, and the cat atop her let out a low, agitated meow in warning. 

“Shut up,” she said to it quietly, like she was embarrassed to be addressing a cat of all things, before she was looking to him. “You can’t tell? Ugh. It’s gross. Keep that shit away from me.”

“More for me then, I guess,” he taunted, breathing out a steady inhale over her way. The cat above her hacked, and Mandy waved the air again, looking to him with supreme irritation as she pushed herself into sitting, pulling her legs from his lap.

Scooting away, she grabbed the cat atop her, tucking it into her lap as she tried to get comfortable, leaning into the arm of the couch and patting around in search for something. Billy watched her lean over the edge of the couch, pulling up her jacket and then her sunglasses, before she was rooting around through her pockets. 

Ugh, god. He could watch her do literally anything and be satisfied. Him and the fat cat in her lap had that in common, apparently. The animal just ducked its head beneath her boobs, looking up through the cage of her arms as she pulled out money and lighters and playing cards from her pockets before she finally pulled out a compact mirror and busied herself with her reflection. 

“Why do I look like I’m melting?” She muttered, and the cat replied with a mewl, which made her startle, nearly dropping her mirror, before she was looking down at the thing with a finger to her lips. “Shhh. Don’t answer that.”

“You can’t really think that thing understands you,” Billy muttered to her, eyes dragging from the cat to her. He could not believe she was entertaining this monster’s bullshit.

Mandy didn’t answer him immediately, busy wiping her face clear of smeared makeup. Billy couldn’t keep his eyes from her mouth as he watched her wipe at the edge of her lips, cleaning her face of the streaks of dark red lipstick. 

“Who cares? I understand him,” she said once she was done, shooting him a curled look of judgement as he blinked away the image of her open mouth, tongue curling into the edge of her lips. “And who even asked you, huh?” 

He shook his head, taking another inhale and letting his head rock back as he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds around the room. Muffled conversation, and the static-y sound of stations changing on the small TV setup across the garage, and the distant thump of music in the house, and Mandy Mueller’s usually caustic voice sounding so soft and sweet and dreamy, asking, “Do you want a kiss?”

The words had his heart jumpstarting in his chest, pictures flying behind the dark shade of his eyelids of all the scenarios he could imagine her sounding sweet just like that, and he took another inhale to calm himself, forcing himself not to launch into action at her words. He held it until his lungs burned, before exhaling and forcing his breath not to tremble as he peeked an eye open in her direction, only to spy her looking down at the cat in her lap. 

He knew it. That fucking bitch. Offering a kiss to that smelly little gremlin when he was literally right here. 

“You look like you do,” she said, voice light and lilting as she cocked her head down at the animal in her lap. It did the same, eyes curious and pupils big and dark as it pushed its nose towards hers, craning its neck up, before reaching up towards her with a cautious paw, gently batting at her cheek, letting out a squeaky mewl in reply.

“Aw, you do, don’t you?” She cooed as it purred at her, settling its paw against her cheek, before its claws kneaded slowly into the flesh of her face, snagging the topmost layer of skin there is it pulled away. The gentle look on her features warped into something cold within a blink, and she grabbed the cat’s face in her palm, manicured fingers stretching over its skull and squeezing cruelly. “I’ll make you regret that.”

She bodied the thing in a flash, slamming it back down into her lap and looking at it forbiddingly through the cage of her fingers as she hissed, “Do. Not. Scratch. My. Face.”

When she released it, it twisted around on its belly, slinking off her lap with its hair on all end, before it was scrambling under the couch by her feet, and Billy sighed, suddenly sympathetic to the creature. He knew how it felt.

“That is so evil!” The girl from earlier called, obviously watching them the whole time.

“It scratched me!” She explained in her own defense, tossing her hands out, “I was defending myself!”

“It’s a cat,” the girl called back smartly, crossing her arms. “It has claws. It scratches.”

Mandy scoffed in return.

“Yeah, and I’m an evil bitch,” she said back in the same snotty tone, before she was sticking out her tongue. “I have those, too. You wanna see what I do with mine?”

The girl deflated at that, looking defeated as she turned back to her friend group, and Mandy scoffed to herself, slamming her compact shut and slumping into the back of the couch with a harumph.

Billy watched her with a sideways smile. God, she was completely out of her fucking mind.  

She packed herself up huffily, hands scrubbing through her hair and arms wriggling into her jacket as she stood and spun on a heel to leave. As she rounded the table and side chair, the cat darted out from under the couch and took off after her, weave through her legs and nearly tripping her. 

She shrieked, stumbling and catching herself just as she passed under the threshold, before she was looking around her confusedly. She patted her pockets, spinning around with a pinched look of confusion, a hand going to her hair, before her eyes settled on him across the room, right where she left him.

“I’m forgetting something important,” she said to herself, before a lightbulb went on in her head and she perked up. She pointed to him, droning out with girly exasperation as she weaved back around the clutter in the garage, “Ugh! Hargrooooove!”

She flapped her hand around with a jangle of bracelets as she neared him, stretching across the arm of the couch to pinch the leather shoulder of his jacket and tug him towards her. 

“C’mon! I’m not leaving you with these losers!”

He took a couple last puffs of the joint, holding the smoke as he tossed the roach in the stained glass ashtray on the table. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he breathed out as she plucked at the sleeve on his arm impatiently. As if he had any hope of denying her.

[namgyunation]

I JUST HAD A HEART ATTACK OF MY GOD THE addicted to the drama FAN FIC KILLED ME. !!!! (In the best way possible) It’s the best nam gyu thing I ve ever fucking read …I was waiting for smth like this for soooo long! Oh my god you re such a FUCKING AMAZING WRITER ! I almost cried ohmygod so so well written… I’m begging you don’t stop. Maybe do a part two or even more fanfics like this. His character is so well written and you portrayed how he could be in a relationship perfectly. So when you feel like writing again maybe add more stories like this . Ok im done with my ramblings I love you bye 🧎🏻‍♀️🫶🏻

comments like this literally fuel my fire so MUCH u have no idea... thank u thank u thank u... u are so effing kind i really do appreciate it what the hell 😭😭😭 <3333

so thankful that u enjoyed the fic and took the time to send me a msg about it, and it makes me especially happy to hear that someone enjoys the way i interpet + portray him LOL i'm like weirdly picky abt shit for some reason so i'm glad to hear it resonated with someone else even a little bit

i have a tendency to favor side characters that don't get as much attention / backstory as the others and then im like...... fuckkkk i need to overanalyze them and make up my own backstory for them right NOW!!! i have so many thoughts about nam-gyu's character fr..

when i imagine a pre-game!nam-gyu, i honestly feel like he's just a regular ass guy.. a pathetic, timid, insecure loser + an asshole, yes, but not to the point of being genuinely evil, which i think ppl are quick to say in order to sum up his character. i really do feel that despite his issues with himself and how he treats people that we see in the show, when he's taken out of those extreme, desperate conditions, he is capable of having his good moments within a relationship like any other normal human being! he's just another dude in a tough spot going through some funky shit.. and i also just have so much curiosity abt why tf he acts like that... like damn that behavior had to have come from somewhere 🤷🏻

anyways LOLLL i'm drifting far away from the ask, but heh.. do NAWT worry im working on—hopefully—another long fic right now >:) i might end up splitting it up into segments though bc if i try to write it all in one go i might just never end up posting it. i posted a little snippet of it somewhere on my blog, but it's a fic detailing more of how i imagine nam-gyu's life before the games to be + how he would meet and then eventually end up dating his s/o.

and for fics in general, i'm gonna try to keep writing up until at least the third season comes out!!!

ANYWAYSSS LEMME SHUT UP OMG.

Thank u smmmm again for this msg i really appreciate it... more stuff to come for SURE! if u ever have anything specific in mind pls don't hesitate to send me a rq and i'll try to do it to the best of my abilities <3333

I LOVE U TOO ANON!

[lacteawhy]

Charlie was pushing you against the windowsill.

-baby, we JUST arrived

You giggled, playfully pushing him away

-can't resist that gorgeous face of yours.

He smiled at you, very confidently, may I add. You barely managed to drop your bags and he was already grabbing you.

-let's chill for a moment! We just entered the room, let's look around at least!

-I'm chilling. With you.

He's smirking, trying to kiss you on the lips, but you gently place your fingers between you two. He sighs.

-sure, alright..let's "chill" for a moment.

He moves back, looking at the bags and adding

-for a moment!

He places his hands on the sides.

-now uuuhm..where did you put my cigarettes, sweetheart?

He looks at you, puppy eyes.

-check my bag, should be in the big red pocket.

-thank you, my love

You shake your head. Addict. But your favorite addict, what can you say. You look at the window, it's pretty nice outside.. the place looks old but you find it comfy here. Maybe it's because you're with Charlie..weekend plans have been ruined but this works too. Spending time with your favorite man, in a hotel - sounds fun.

-I don't see 'em

-huh?

-the cigarettes. Not in the pocket

-oh..weird, maybe I shoved them inside the bag?

-checked

-they are definitely somewhere in there

-honey, if you forgot them - just say it

-I. Literally. Put them in there.

-well I don't see them..

-check again then

It's getting a little tense.. the playful mood is definitely getting colder

-should've asked Erin to take care of that..

He mutters

-UHM, EXCUSE ME, LONNIT?

You raise your voice a little. God he can be unbearable when it comes to his cigarettes..

-I'm sorry, honey, it's just..where the hell are they if you put them here? Show me.

-alright. That's it. You're out.

-what?

-out. Go to your room.

-no no no, wait, come on

You walk towards the door, grabbing his bag on the way. You drop it and point your finger at the exit.

-come back when you're not bitching about your cigarettes again.

He's silent..eyes a bit nervous. He bites his lips.

-alright. Sure. I'll be back, with a pack of cigarettes. And we will continue where we stopped.

You decided to ignore that one. He's approaching, getting real close to you. He lifts his hand and barely points his finger at you

-with me being on top of you and hearing you beautifully moan my nam-

-OMG CHARLIE

You blush a little, pushing him in the chest. He snorts. What a lovable asshole..

-I'll see you later, love

He whispers.

The empty dead eyes behind the mirror finally stopped observing the scene. Fascinating. Can a pack of cigarettes really make you two fight each other? Well..he really wants to find that out..Holding an open pack of Charlie's cigarettes, he carefully taps with his gloved finger, to arrange them perfectly. He closes the pack, giving a good last look at you, as you approach the mirror. You pay attention to a little hickey Charlie left on you. You smile and caress it with your fingers.

Seems like mister Du'Met took that gesture a bit too personally..

[whorror-barbie]

Horrible boss(AU! boss salesman x Accountant! fem reader) part 2

Summary: you introduced yourself to the new boss.

Warning: profanity, maybe sexual tension? I guess that's a warning lol

Everyone around started talking amongst themselves. feminine whispers of the women already melting for the new guy "It is that asshole" Gi-Hun agreed. "Asshole? What's going on? " Jun-Ho asked looking confused. "Eh, it's not that important, we had already met him, well kinda" you explained to him. " He's the pervert that touched her ass" Jun-Ho clenching his jaw, he didn't like that, "he said it was an accident, ok " you try to calm this conversation. "Bullshit" Gi-Hun chuckles. "He did apologize politely, that's all I can ask for really, so let's just drop it, hm?" Giving a slightly stern look at Gi-Hun then he sighs in defeat.

"We are going to be celebrating my leave and my proud son's welcoming tonight" turning to look at his son " do you have words you want to share with everyone?" Seok turned to the office" I am so happy to be here, I definitely work hard to get here and to gain my dad's trust in the company, so with that being said, I hope we call get along and create great memories together" he smiles and gives a slight bow. the room is filled with clapping, Il-Nam patting his son on the back.

"What a fucking doorknob" Gi-Hun said which made you laugh. He's so attractive though even getting you flustered a little bit.,not too many men can do that to you. "Try not to fuck him, ok "jun-ho joked looking at you. Acting offended as if you were clutching your invisible pearl necklace "says the guy with ho in his name" the guys laugh " what is with y'all coming for this morning" you say through a chuckle.

"Here comes the most toxic couple in the office "you rolled your eyes, seeing Deok-Su and Mi-Nyeo walking by late as ever, going to the break room, not giving a fuck about this. " I heard he owes money to some dangerous loan sharks" Gi-Hun whispers to you. "Mm, I wouldn't be surprised at all by that." With your arms raised as you stretch.

"so, let's go meet him, shall we? "You look at Gi-Hun "Nah, I'm probably going sit at my desk" sounding uninterested, you giggle in response then face Jun-Ho." yeah, me too, I got so much catching up to do" shrugging your shoulders " I guess I'll introduce myself to him then". "Just make sure he keeps his hands to himself this time" looking at your very protective friend. " Ok, I will, dad" joking, then walking up to the front.

"oh, there she is " Il-Nam gives you a warming hug then cradles your face in his hands. You smile at him with a tear threatening to fall. " How are you doing, old man?". " I'm doing great, hun no need to worry" wipping your tears away. Seok-Woo's attention is on you now even though he was surrounded by four women. "Hey, this is my lovely accountant, and will be yours soon," Il-Nam said, you bow to Seok-Woo, he smirks at your form then he holds out his hand for a shake,You place your hand in his. Your body temperature is starting to raise "it's nice to meet you, I hope we get better acquainted," he said with a charming smirk, looking into your eyes. You feel the heat from your face, but you snapped out of it when you realize the four women mean-mugging you. " I should probably get going on crunching those numbers, see you later and bye Il-Nam" walking away. Seok-Woo looking at your body on the sly.

After a while, you do a little stretch at your desk, then you go into the break room to finally eat your lunch, joining Ali and Eun-Yi. "Oh, what a long day, I want to go home." You say with a sigh to them " Yeah, I feel that" she chuckles drinking her water" do you guys want to trade some food with me? " Ali asked you two " sure, whatcha got? " You leaning in on him as you figure out what you guys wanted to exchange" I love your cooking, it's amazing, "he said as he Chow down. "Well, thank you, that's so sweet of you. I try my best" you smile at him" by the way, We should go to a karaoke bar after the party tonight" Ali agrees, nods very excitedly with a mouthful of food " careful, Ali Jesus.. you're going to choke" Eun-Yi said with a small chuckle.

The break room door opens, hearing a woman flirty giggling with Seok-woo, she must be giving him a tour, and you roll your eyes. " Have you met him yet? " Eun-Yi asked, " yeah, seems very nice so far...he's very hot too." Sipping on your water, you had to address the elephant in the room. "Well, boom you said it, I agree though" she laughs and Ali just looks at you two like he shouldn't be here '' don't worry, Ali I won't say more " you smile at him, then he returns a smile back, laughing awkwardly.

"Almost done, I should get back to my desk " you look up at the clock. "I'll see y'all at the party." you get up from the chair. "Can we meet at your place though? We should go together to the party" Ali asked, Yi looks at you waiting for your answer " of course, we can do that, see you then" you make your way across the room, you recognize that Seok-woo and the female co-worker is near the door and you feel the butterflies. damn, why me? in thought, you try to pass by quickly ,it's too late. he's staring at you with no shame, one eyebrow raised. You make out of the door fast as possible and finally, taking breaths that you didn't know you were holding in. This party is going to be great as long as I don't make an ass of myself to the new boss. Everything should be alright. "You thought.

[rightsockjin]

Summary: Your best friend of your near entire life has been a total asshat to you ever since you started to casually date which didn't seem super fair to you since he did the exact same thing and you were nothing but supportive! It just sucks that you two are growing apart over a coping mechanism that you adopted to distract yourself from your overwhelming crush on said idiot. If only he knew. Wait- did you say that OUT LOUD?

Rating: M (What isn't on this blog?)

Genre: Maybe a little angst? Smut for sure tho.

Word count: 8003

Warnings: Thongs, sex, lewd thoughts, erections, physical pushing, raw dogging, cream pie, mentions of giving head, a looooooottt of swearing, mentions of slut shaming. Oh right- oppa kink and little splashes of korean as well.

yeo-chin= girlfriend

nam-chin= boyfriend

halmoni= grandma

apa=to hurt

aya=expression to express pain equivalent to 'ow'

Author’s note: HI EVERYONE! We are somewhat back!! So sorry for the long wait for content. Things have been insane and we’ve been working on a much- much longer fic for this blog which will involve all of the boys! It’s a long story but this hit me like a truck yesterday and it was initially meant to be a reaction but I couldn’t stop writing… so it’s 7k and the other boys will get their own version of this prompt “best friend is jealous of the attention you give to guys” thing. Starting once again with the one and only Yoongi! Hope y’all enjoy:)

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“You know it’s funny, I don’t remember asking,” Yoongi said virulently, his attention centered solely on his phone as he scrolled through instagram... or twitter... or maybe it was tinder. Your heart sank. You had been excited that this guy- Woojin- had given you attention. He was good looking by a lot of standards and it had boosted your confidence significantly. Of course, you wanted to share that excitement with your best friend. Rejecting someone that good looking always made you feel really powerful and attractive but you had barely shown him Woojin’s picture and commented on how attractive he was before your so called best friend had brushed you off and went back to his solitude and avoidance.

You had noticed that something was off for a while now but hadn’t commented on anything to avoid any conflicts but this was ridiculous. You had constantly listened to the stories of how girls would trickle in like water for him. He seemed to be going out with someone new every two weeks.

It wasn’t fair that you had to put up with his annoying descriptions of how beautiful these girls were while you sat and gave him your undivided attention as your heart slowly chipped and broke with each new conquest of his. Especially when each girl was so different from who you were. At first, you thought that maybe you were annoyed by this simply because it was hurtful to think he didn’t at least think you were pretty. It wasn’t long after that that you realized that it hurt you when he went out with women who were your polar opposite because it meant that he would never date you.

This had been shocking in itself. You had known Yoongi for your entire life, or at least a good portion of it, and you had always seen him as a brother. Your oppa in the least sexual or boyfriend-y form possible, but when you looked at him now… he was looking a lot more like well- an oppa.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. His words stung more than you would like to admit. Whenever Yoongi got this snippy, you liked to equal him in snip and double him in sass, never showing how vulnerable his disinterest made you feel, but this time, it felt like he had punched you in the chest with all his force and told you you were ugly to boot.

You didn’t want to cry in front of him either. He’d make fun of you. Last time you had cried, he’d awkwardly pat you on the head and quickly changed the very serious topic of your parents' relationship with yours to something totally different and not even a little relevant to helping you feel better. Given, that had been years ago and he’d never been very good at comforting you nor had he so much as expressed his support of you. Not since that one time when you had broken your wrist and he’d promptly pushed the girl who had been the culprit off the swing set thus getting himself suspended for a week and a half when you were both in elementary school.

But this… this was just cruel. It was ugly. It made you look at your “best friend” in a light that was not so shiny and pristine. He’d changed so much since then. He’d pulled away from you since then and you hadn’t even noticed. Or maybe you had and had just ignored it. Maybe you’d hoped if you didn’t mention it, that it would go away and he would come back full force with one of his dumb dances and pretty smiles. Maybe you hoped he’d realize soon what you had realized in your early twenties.

You loved him. And not the brotherly love that you had always had for him, no, you, Y/N, were very much in love with your best friend. Which made this whole situation so much worse.

When you said nothing, Yoongi briefly glanced up at you from his seemingly important phone conversation with most likely another of his soon to be dates only to look back down.

“What? Cat got your tongue? No snippy rebuttal? You’re not gonna chew me out for being mean to you again?”

His face was illuminated by the blue lights of his screen; he had it at the near darkest setting and his eyes were squinted to see it better. Something that had always annoyed you because you knew it was only hurting his vision.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. When that didn’t help, you cleared it, accidentally catching his attention. He clicked his phone off and looked over at you as if ready to argue but something in your face must have given away your inner turmoil because his hard features softened and his lips fell slightly open.

“Are you crying?”

No. Of course you weren’t crying. You never cried. Not ever. But then your cheeks were wet and the onslaught of emotion seemed to burst. How far had you fallen for this indefinitely cold man that his sarcasm made you fall in hysterics? Far it seemed. Too far.

You angrily wiped the tears away from your burning skin and crossed your arms over your chest. The hoodie you had stolen from him earlier that day felt like sandpaper against your skin as opposed to the comfort you’d initially felt when slipping over your head and smelling the fresh scent of his cologne clinging to it.

You felt him shift on the couch to face you fully, out of the corner of your eye, you could see his features had turned worried, alarmed even but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him nor care. Too little too late.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

The words hung in the still air like a wrong note played in a symphony. It made your head spin and ache.

You didn’t dare speak. It would only give away how truly hurt you were by his words and actions. You didn’t want to be around him anymore.

Abruptly, you stood up and yanked the hoodie from your body. The tank you had on pulled up slightly showing the skin of your belly. It was lopsided, you noted when you looked down and saw that one side was pulled over and under your bra and the other was too high on your chest but you didn’t really care.

Yoongi watched you with conflict evident in his eyes, if only you would turn to see. He hadn’t meant to offend you. He’d only been trying to keep you at arms length. You had also been going out with multiple guys, telling him how good looking and tall they all were. Most of these men were also built like rocks and he himself was toned at best. Contrary to what you thought, Yoongi had come to the realization that he’d been in love with you since you were kids. He did not tolerate when anyone made you feel like shit, and, being a very mature kid, he’d told his mother quite early on that he would marry you someday. Of course, she’d only chastised him and told him that he couldn’t possibly know what love was nor could he force you to marry him, but he was adamant.

He’d stopped telling her about it after that though, and instead of telling you how he felt, he’d opted instead to watch over you and make sure nothing happened. So when in high school, you had started to date and it had not been him whom you had chosen, he’d made sure to keep the sorry excuse of a man you had chosen in line. That was… until the incident.

Yoongi would never forgive himself for not being there. For not stopping the bastard who thought he owned you. He’d never forgive the idiot either and if you hadn’t stopped him, he would have killed him with his bare fists then stuffed his own socks in his mouth.

It was then that Yoongi realized that you deserved better than him, and at the same time, no one was worthy of you. It was a strange dynamic. He’d never once approved of your dates, but had decided to start dating other women because, let's face it, he was a guy and he’d like to have children someday but not even in his wildest dreams could he think that you would ever settle for him. Someone who’d failed you as your self imposed protector.

Not that you knew any of that. You didn’t know that Yoongi often teamed up with your other best friend, your girl best friend to scope out your dates once you’d left. You’d almost caught them once as well and it had been by pure luck and the hair of a very out of place clown that both of them had escaped your wrath that night. You also didn’t notice that after you had fully broken up with that first asshole, he’d threatened to beat him to a pulp if he so much as breathed in your direction once more and later, he’d threatened ‘asshole’ two and three with the same things.

But then your dates had gotten taller and stronger and much harder to intimidate. He’d once made the mistake of threatening a casual date that you’d set up who was at least a solid half foot taller than him and he’d been laughed out of the restaurant only to find out later that the jerk had forced a kiss on you.

No, Yoongi’s days as your protector had dwindled and left him feeling half of the man he’d already thought he was and so his only defense, his only way to keep you safe- though now that he was watching tears well in your eyes he wondered what logic he’d used to justify this behavior- was to be the asshole himself and teach you how to deal with them on a first hand basis.

He hated himself for making you cry. He hated that you looked so dejected and hurt and like you never wanted to speak another word to him again. He hated that your shoulders slumped and that your pretty eyelashes were coated in wet tears and it was all on him.

“You know what,” you finally managed to say with some semblance of calm under the storm that was brewing in the irises he’d so loved, “I think we’ve grown apart a little too much. Maybe we should just- cut our losses and,” you heaved a deep breath, trying to keep yourself calm, “stop seeing each other.”

Were you breaking up with him? How were you even going to break up with him if you weren’t even dating? Yoongi’s heart sank into the pit of his stomach. He had tunnel vision. All he could see was you and the way that you seemed to pull yourself up from the ground, rebuilding before his eyes.

“Stop see-what? Are you demented?”

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Was that all he was capable of being? Wrong. Incorrect. Inexact. Erroneous. Mistaken. He was plain stupid for the words he’d let slip but there was no taking them back now.

You let your eyes widen as you wiped more of your furiously falling tears from your skin. You turned to face him, your shirt fixed and covering you exactly how it should and your features set and intentional.

“What’s the point? You clearly don’t want to be around me anymore and I’m tired of being berated every time I mention a guy. You’re the most unsupportive friend I have and that’s because I’ve known you the longest. If you don’t want to be my friend just say so instead of slut shaming me and bullying me every chance you get you asshat.”

“Asshat,” he chuckled, crossing his sleeve-covered arms over his toned chest, “real clever, Y/N. Is that all you got, kid? You never were one for words were you? Why don’t you just sock me instead?”

Oh you were considering it. He seemed so unbothered by the prospect of losing you that you realized maybe you had already lost him and hadn’t realized. You had dealt with your fair share of jerks in your life, but you had always counted on Yoongi to be your hope. He’d shown you that there were men in the world that seemed to care about women. Men who could love you even when you felt unlovable, unworthy, but here he was, proving to you once again that all men were the same evil and vile creatures, incapable of love or kindness if they weren’t getting their dicks wet.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Then you could go around saying that I’m a crazy bitch. You know what? Fuck you Min Yoongi. I hope you get well and royally fucked.” You yelled, grabbing the tote bag you’d brought over from your apartment and stomping to the door.

“Fuck you too,” he yelled, following you to the door. He caught you at the landing strip, prying on your chunky sneakers with a bit of difficulty, your house slippers, the ones he’d bought you, lay haphazardly nearby.

“And fuck all of those asshole guys you keep bringing home. Better yet, I hope you don’t fuck them.”

You turned your head up to look at him, confusion and disgust written all over your face.

“What the fuck do my dates had to do with what a fucking jerk you are?”

Choosing to ignore your question, he focused instead on your insult, “A jerk, am I? Well you’re a bitch. How do you like that?”

He didn’t know why he was insulting you. He didn’t think you were actually a bitch, but the anger on your face made him feel better.

It was followed by near instant regret as you drew yourself up to your full height and looked at him with pure venom in your gaze.

“I’m a bitch?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, trying to keep his shoulders square, but you were scary when angry and he’d never fared well in fights with you.

“I’m the bitch?”

“You heard me!”

You balled your fists at your sides, your eyebrows connected in the center and your breathing was heavy. He knew better than to use the B-word.

“You’re a piece of shit.” It was low but your voice carried and hit all of the bones in his body before it hit his heart and burrowed deep in the wounds he’d stitched up but pulled open multiple times over the years that pertain only to you.

“You are a sorry excuse of a man,” you growled, pushing him by the chest. Somewhere in the back of your mind you noted that it felt really firm and stronger than before.

“You’re an ass, Min Yoongi,” you continued, giving him another push so that he stumbled slightly back into the living room of his apartment once again.

“You low life,” another push, closer to the couch, “weak minded,” you shoved him, he sidestepped the glass coffee table where your untouched coffee mugs still rested, probably cold by now, “son of a bitch, fucking baby, involved sorry excuse of a man-” He fell onto the cough. Your vision was red.

“You already used that insult.” Was all he said as you stood over him, your chest heaved with the exertion of trying to keep yourself from slapping the now blank expression from his face.

A slew of incomprehensible noises escaped from your lips as words completely left your brain. Damn him. Damn this idiot of a man that you were in love with. He could go to hell for all you cared and you hoped that the devil himself ripped his testicles off and served them on a platter with some kimchi and fried rice.

“Okay first of all- ow,” The asshole said, pulling you back to reality and not your fictitious rework where Yoongi was now sitting at the end of a long table being force fed his own balls, “And second…”

You held your breath. Fear ran down your spine. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud-

“You-you’re in love with me?”

Well… he got his wish, you were royally fucked. Instantly, you tried to back track. Your mind kept replaying in your head what you had said and tried to correct itself but you couldn’t think of anything that could possibly absolve you.

“Like a brother,” you said finally, your voice shaky and thin.

Yoongi only blinked up at you. What you said was bullshit and he knew it. You knew it too.

“You’re in love with me… like a brother?”

“Oppa,” you clarified as if that would somehow make more sense, and it did kind of, but it didn’t absolve you at all. In fact, this only made a smile tug at his lips, his pearly teeth suddenly on display, blinding. You fought the smile that threatened to pull at yours too. It was always hard because his smile was so contagious.

Yoongi stood. He was less than an inch away from your own body. You felt small, meek. You’d misstepped this big game of chess you seemed to be playing. He was going to make fun of you. He’d never let you live it down. You liked him.

“You like me,” as if he had read your mind, he echoed your thoughts, or maybe you had spoken that out loud as well.

“No I don’t,” you argued, taking a step back just so you could have some space to breathe.

“Oh yeah you do,” Yoongi argued, his smile so wide you were sure it would hurt the muscles in his cheeks

“No,” you said again, not really thinking anything you said at this point would convince him otherwise. The son of a bitch was stubborn.

“Admit it,” he said, closing the distance between you again, his neck craned down to look directly at your face.

“I don’t like you!” You tried to take another step back but the coffee table knocked your feet out from under you. You fell onto it knocking Yoongi’s mug of coffee over. The black decaf liquid seeped into your shorts.

Yoongi’s rusty laugh was pried from his throat as he watched your face contort. He was having the time of his life, it seemed. Good for him.

“Stop laughing at me,” you groaned, your cheeks red. You were practically sweating from how feverish you felt.

It was like you hadn’t spoken. Your shorts were wet and made you feel sticky. In a fit of anger, like a child throwing a tantrum, you unbuttoned the denim and ripped them from your legs. This shut Yoongi up instantly. With the soiled fabric, you cleaned up the liquid before it fell onto the light grey carpet.

Yoongi stilled as his eyes traveled up and down your long legs.The way you were twisting, he could see the back of your left thigh up to where it met your ass- your bare ass. You were wearing a thong.

God help him, he was rapidly getting hard. He forced his eyes away from you, his walls being pulled back up at seeing you naked. Well partially so. He pushed his hands into his oversized hoodie and made sure that it covered his front. The last thing he needed was for you to see.

But then you turned and pulled your legs together, your thighs squishing attractively. What he wouldn’t give to be choked by those thighs.

“Let me wash those for you,” he said tightly, pulling a hand from his hoodie to take the soiled shorts, the hem of the fabric pulled up enough for you to see exactly what he’d been trying to hide.

Yoongi had a hard on. You weren’t sure why exactly you were surprised. You were attractive, that much you knew, but you never really expected for your best friend to see you in that way. In fact, you were pretty sure that you’d been in your underwear in front of him before and he hadn’t even given you a second glance, but there was the evidence. And God was there a lot of evidence.

Slowly, you handed him the shorts. His hand grabbed them tightly, avoiding touching any part of your hand with his. Then, after a slight pause, he turned on his heels and walked towards the kitchen to put the shorts into the washer.

You’d called him oppa. You rarely called him oppa and it had hypersensitized him to the word coming from your lips. Other girls called him oppa sometimes and it had no effect on him but there he was, stiff as a board and it had something to do with you calling him oppa and your state of undress. Fuck. He was fucked. So fucked.

At least he wished he could be… But no. He pushed those thoughts from his head as he threw in some nice scented soaps into the wash and clicked it to life. He shut his eyes, trying to think of anything that would drain the blood from his member- halmeoni maybe?- but your voluptuous ass kept intruding, giving his halmeoni some nice curves that messed with her wrinkled face. He shook his head once more and decided he’d just have to hide his boner until it went away, or go beat one out in the restroom really quick.

He grabbed a pair of his clean sweat pants from the drying rack to give to you, just so you would be comfortable, he told himself, not because the thought of your naked butt in them made him unspeakably horny.

But when he got back to the living room, what he found was not you, covering yourself with a pillow like he’d expected, but you, only in your thong- fuck did it have to be a thong?- and your bra. Your shirt was nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, burring his head in his hands and turning away from you.

“I mean, if you ask nicely enough that can be arranged,” you answered rather boldly. There was no way for him to know that you were quaking in fear for his rejection.

Yoongi’s dick twitched in his sweats.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said under his breath as his heart beat faster. He felt like he was having a whole heart attack. He patted his chest, hoping to calm it down knowing it was useless.

Should he go for it? You had just admitted accidentally that you did have feelings for him and you were clearly propositioning him. Should he just-

He turned around, back to face you, determination paining his expression. Still on the coffee table, your legs were spread open, only covered by the thin sliver of fabric that your thong allotted. You were a little cold, but all of that melted away when you saw the way that Yoongi’s eyes roamed your exposed body, then stopped abruptly to meet your own.

He was in front of you in seconds, his longer legs carried him farther and faster than you had anticipated. Then he was pulling you to stand. You wobbled on your legs but one of his arms found its way around your waist. His free hand came up and held your jaw with two fingers on either side of your face, squishing your lips together slightly. His hot, heavy member pressed against your stomach through his sweats. He was so close that you could smell the coffee on his breath and the fading smell of his cologne you loved so much. All you wanted was to grind against him but you were held too tightly.

“You never know when to shut up do you?” But he didn’t let you answer. He crashed his soft lips onto yours, his hold on your jaw ached but you didn’t care. There was a passion in his kiss that you hadn’t expected, subtly dwindling to something more like tenderness, and the kiss continued. His lips dragged against yours delicately, pinching your top one with both of his. Small breaths came out of his nose, whistling softly against your cheek. You timed your breaths with his, high on the feeling of finally being kissed, coveted by him. Was it real? Was this actually happening?

Your brain suddenly caught up with your body. The rightness that came with the way he was kissing you, like he couldn’t get enough of you, like he needed you to properly breathe, was like nothing you could have imagined.

The hand on your waist was drawing small circles where the elastic of your thong rested, his index finger casually hooked onto and under pulling lightly. You pressed yourself tighter than he had you against his erection. He groaned, his mouth opening and his tongue suddenly darting out to taste. He pulled your jaw open, granting himself entrance and exploring your mouth.

You moaned, a sound so sensuous and wanton that Yoongi felt that he could cum just from those sounds alone. He wanted more. He wanted you to sing his praises as he fucked into you and caressed your chest. He wanted you to drool around his cock and to have your sweet mouth wrapped tight around it. He wanted to feel you gag at his girth and he wanted to pull at your hair. But most of all, he wanted to kiss you, just like how he was at that moment. He wanted to kiss you until he’d taken your soul from your body and replaced it with his own. He wanted to kiss you until he could erase every trace of all of the men who’d hurt you and made you doubt that you were worthy and wanted. Yoongi wanted to kiss his love into you no matter how long he had to do it. If he was locked in a room with you for months, so be it.

But your hand had found its way between your bodies and was slowly coming down to his hips. Suddenly, he realized what he was doing and panicked. He hadn’t gotten your consent. He hadn’t asked you if it was okay for him to kiss you or to hook his fingers on your thong. As stupid as it sounded, even to Yoongi himself, he needed to make sure that you wanted this to happen, even as your hand had found the outline of his cock and you had started to trace the outline of it over the fabric-

“Tell me to stop,” he gasped, ripping himself away from you. The hand around your waist was now on your shoulder to keep you at enough distance so that his brain could function and wasn’t clouded by the horniness he was feeling.

“Wha…?” You slurred, your eyes were glazed over and your body was completely relaxed.

“Tell me to stop,” he repeated, fighting his every instinct to push your mouth open and have you suck on his thumb before he pushed you onto your knees to suck him off, “and I will.”

His eyelids were heavy and he was sweating slightly. He was so hard that it hurt and the circles you were drawing on his penis were not helping at keeping him at bay. He knew if he looked down, there would be a stain of precum on his sweats.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered, leaning in and kissing his jaw before you nibbled and kissed down his taught neck.

“Fuck.”

“I want you to fuck me.” You licked a thick swipe up his jugular, “I want you.”

“Then admit it,” Yoongi heard himself say. He was just as surprised as you were to hear those words from his lips, “admit that you like me.”

You pulled away then, dropping both your arms in exasperation, “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m in my underwear, stroking your cock and you want me to stroke your ego too? Un-fucking-believeable. You’re a dumb ass.”

You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead.

“Aya, apa~” he groaned, rubbing his head, the dynamic that you were used to suddenly restored.

“Yeah? Great! I’m glad that it hurt! I hope it hurts really bad you jerk. Then maybe you’ll understand what it was like for me to listen to you go on and on about all the girls you went out with every fucking week. In fact-”

“Aya! What the fuck? Stop flicking me,” he nearly screamed, clutching the tip of his nose.

“Make me.”

Big mistake. Yoongi didn’t take your dare lightly. His eyes darkened then he leaned down and picked you up. You squeaked, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walked you to his room. His hands cupped your butt fairly comfortably, like this was something you did often. He kicked the door open and threw you on the bed.

“You think I wasn’t hurt as well?” He asked, clasping a hand around your neck and lightly pressing his fingers against your skin.

“You think I like knowing that everywhere we go, men are watching you, coveting you the way I do? You think it isn’t torture when you go out and I don’t hear from you until the next day?”

He pushed you up against his pillow. The duvet was already all messed up under your body. He was between your legs, pressing himself into your core. Fuck, you wanted him. You wanted him all the way inside you. He wanted nothing more than to do the same but he had to make sure you knew first.

“You think it was easy being in love with you when you wanted nothing from me but friendship?”

Your eyes softened. Yoongi was in love with you too? When?

“Since we were kids,” he answered. Again you had spoken without meaning to. “I always knew it was you, Y/N. It was only ever you.”

But something wasn’t adding up. You fought your rising feelings of elation. You wanted to understand what he was saying. If he had liked you since you were kids then why had he never asked you out? Why become the serial dater he’d become? But he’d never had a girlfriend, you reminded yourself. He’d only ever “dated” and then dropped these women. You always assumed he was screwing them all.

Yoongi became sheepish then. “I uh… I did have sex with some of them but-” and the hurt in your eyes would be enough to kill him,” it was only at the start. I thought that if i had sex with other people I’d stop chasing after you. But it didn’t work… I haven’t slept with anyone since junior year of college.”

Your eyes widened. “College?”

He nodded, his pale cheeks blushing prettily.

“They just...were never you… and then I thought if I pushed you away that would help but that only made us estranged and-”

You pushed yourself up and shut him up with a kiss. He was over thinking and you could talk about all that later.

“You’re an idiot,” you started and he rolled his eyes, “but if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to do it myself.”

Yoongi’s eyes rolled into his head and he thrust lightly into your wet center.

“Talk after?”

“As long as you want,” you agreed, already pushing at his sweats. Yoongi sat up and pulled his hoodie and shirt off in one fell swoop, then, at the speed of lightning, pulled off his sweats, leaving him in his boxers.

After a moment of hesitation, he pulled his boxers off as well and then he was naked before you. Your mouth went dry. He was big. You could tell just by looking at him that he would stretch you good and you wanted so badly for him to pin you down and have his way with you.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Really? Cause that would be really helpful on days when I’m home alone-”

“Wha-no!”

You chuckled and lay down on your back, making sure that your legs were spread wide for him to have his fill. Like a moth to a flame, he was between your thighs, his tongue licking at the wet fabric.

He moaned against your covered lips, sucking up the arousal that clung to your underwear.

“Fuck, Yoongi yes,” you said without meaning to say much at all. You unclasped your bra and threw it somewhere in the room. You could look for it later. This caught his attention. He thrust his naked dick into the mattress, needing some sort of stimulation.

“Damn it… fuck, if I wasn’t so desperate to be inside you, I swear I could get you off with just my mouth all day, Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved off, gesturing for him to come up to your face, he did so without question, “Hurry up, I’m dying. Please.”

“Are you begging?” Yoongi’s lips curled lightly, teasingly,

“Do you want to get your dick wet or not?” He kissed the wrinkle between your eyebrows lightly.

“Yeah, can I take these off?” he hooked a finger on the elastic of your thong, pulling it a little higher than he probably should have. It was an old pair. You heard rather than saw the stitching on it pull apart and then the thing was hanging limply from Yoongi’s fingers, his expression shocked.

“Yoongi!”

“What? I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“For fuck’s sake! That was my favorite thong!”

“Well, clearly it was cheap,” he countered, throwing it across the room somewhere too.

You groaned, shifting slightly under him. His dick nuzzled between your wet lips. His mouth dropped open and a pleasured grunt escaped his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he rut against your wetness, hitting your clit lightly, far too lightly, “you are so wet. God, this should be illegal.”

“Y-Yoongi… more,” he reached down between you two and found your sensitive nub without much hassle. It was like he knew your body already. Your body twitched under him and he circled the bundle of nerves for a couple of seconds. The noises falling from your lips were heaven on earth and Yoongi realized you were his new favorite song.

He gave your clit one rough stroke, ripping a small gasp from your throat. He gathered some of your slick with two practiced fingers and brought it up to eye level. It caught the low light of his room from the window, the smell enough to threaten to send him over the edge.

“Jesus Christ that’s hot.” Then he smeared it all over his penis and gave himself two rough pumps.

“Can I-”

“Yes.”

“You don’t even know what I’m asking-”

“Don’t care. Just do it. Yes.” You said angrily, pulling him closer and closer, his toned chest flush against yours.

“Have you been working out?” You asked, breaking the intense way he was staring into your eyes, his smile pulled wide over his gums.

He shrugged but clearly was glad that you’d noticed, “Namjoon and Jungkook convinced me to join them in the gym. It’s no big deal.”

“But your arms,” you complimented, squeezing his bicep. He flexed it lightly for you. You blushed when you realized exactly what you were doing.

“It’s just a little muscle,” he commented offhandedly.

The conversation lulled, he smiled down at you, and you up at him. He kissed the tip of your nose.

“So can I put it i-”

“I already said yes.”

“In your ass?”

“Ew no!”

Yoongi laughed loudly, “see this is why you can’t say yes to something without knowing what you’re agreeing to.”

“Shut up and put it in the right hole,” you groaned, then for good measure, “oppa.” It was a joke. You thought it was a joke, but something lit up in his pupils as two measly syllables rolled off your tongue and hit his eardrums. You felt his skin prickle under your touch and his member twitched against your folds.

Like a deer caught in headlights, you looked up at the handsome man. His eyes had narrowed as well as darkened. He looked absolutely ravenous and you wanted him to eat you up.

“Say that again.” He commanded as he pushed the head of his massive, and now that you could properly feel it, you knew that you had been right, cock at the entrance of your lower lips.

“O-oppa?” you questioned, astounded that the simple word that he’d no doubt heard his whole life had this effect on him.

“That’s right yeo-chin,” he growled, his voice gruff and harsh as he pushed lightly into you. His dick opened you painfully, perfectly.

“Yeo-chin?” You ask through the explosion of pleasure between your thighs.

“Is that okay?” He asked, suddenly looking really vulnerable and scared. You reached up, stroking his cheek lightly with your knuckles.

“Oh honey,” you trailed off, bumping his nose against yours before you pulled back abruptly, “If you want me to be your girlfriend, you have to ask me properly.”

Yoongi sighed, his smile telling you he expected as much and wasn’t hurt, “Talk after?” He asked again.

“As much as you want,” you reiterated.

And then he was pushing into you once again, surprising you because you could have sworn you had been full before but inch after inch, he pushed into your awaiting hole, filling all the emptiness you’d felt your whole life until his balls tapped your ass softly.

His face was contorted in pure ecstasy. At least from your perspective. Yoongi, in all truth, was trying his hardest not to blow his load into you already. He couldn’t believe his luck. He was inside you. He’d waited his whole life for this and he was finally inside you.

You wiped a bead of sweat from his temple and playfully licked his lips. He grunted against you, holding himself up by the forearms. Suddenly, he was really grateful that he had started to work out and that Jungkook had him doing three minute planks for fun. He’d have to thank him later, even if he did complain a whole lot.

“Can-can I move?” Yoongi gasped. Your walls fluttered around his member as if welcoming it home with soft caresses. You were so warm, maybe hot, he wasn’t sure, but you were tight and wet and all the good things in the world.

You only breathed, feeling so unbelievably full. It felt like he had pushed in all the way to your throat. You were no size queen, really, you weren’t, but if this is what they were going on about, you understood.

“Y/N,” he panted, his body begging him to move, “please.”

“Are-are you begging?” You giggled mirroring what he’d asked you before.

“Yes.” Without hesitation, he admitted, “Please… please…”

Well fuck. How could you say no? You nodded fervently, all mirth erased from your expression as he pulled out slowly, your juices squelched as your lower muscles tried to keep him in.

“Gah- ash-Y/N… you’re so tight.”

You only moaned in response, the head of his cock was still in you, stretching you to the point you didn’t think anyone could fully make you feel this way again.

“You’re so big,” you complimented scratching at his back. His muscles rippled under your touch.

He pushed back in, still torturously slow. It felt like you were being split in half. You felt like Olaf in the first frozen movie after he got stabbed by an icicle.

“Yoongi,” you gasped as he pulled out again at the same speed, his face screwed up in concentration.

“Oppa,” he growled into your ear, kissing roughly at your skin.

“Oppa,” you agreed, though it wasn’t your favorite word, he seemed to be getting of fairly

well so you let it slide, “move faster.”

“You sure?” He asked.

You nodded, knowing it was probably going to hurt but you wanted to feel him and you wanted him to cum.

“Yes.”

He didn’t need to be told again; he drew back, once again leaving only the mushroom tip inside you once again, and then he thrust. Hard. You nearly choked as he pumped himself over and over again hitting the nerves in your vagina. The slap of skin against yours was loud in the empty room, only accompanied by your moans and his pants and grunts. Your names mixed in every once in a while, your lips kissing any and all the skin that you could possibly reach. He licked at your lips and sucked bruises onto your neck, your chest. He wanted to mark all of you. He wanted to make sure you knew who you belonged to… as soon as he asked you right after he finished up.

This idea itself spurred him on, to thrust faster, deeper. He wanted to finish and make sure that you finished too, not quickly but soon. He wanted to talk. He wanted to make sure that you were in the same place.

So he reached between you both again, his fingers blindly found your clitoris and began to rub abstract shapes into it. Your back arched off the bed, your hair and boobs bounced with each thrust, his balls slapping against your ass. You were seeing white, your mouth wide open in a silent ‘o’. You were so close. So so close.

“Come, Yeo-chin,” he whispered against your temple, and though you weren’t technically his, the title sent you over the edge along with his fingers and the deep thrusts that hit your cervix.

“Oppa,” you groaned, your face screwed up.

That did it for Yoongi. His fingers on your clit stuttered along with his hips. His thrusts became erratic and he hit the sides of your walls. You squeezed around him as he over stimulated you through your orgasm.

“One more time… say it one more time,” he begged.

You complied, whispering it into his ear, it was cut slightly by a particularly pleasurable thrust. Yoongi felt pure euphoria fill his blood as his hips paused, then buried deep into your hole. Ropes of hot cum shot into you, filling you.

Yoongi panted heavily over you, his head resting on your shoulder as he struggled to keep himself up. You were breathing heavily as well, your nipples brushed against his chest. You were sensitive. You hissed.

“You can lay down,” the words had barely left your lips before he had let his weight settle on top of you. A smile crossed your face as his hands tangled in your hair and stroked it lightly. You wrapped him up in a hug, wanting him to stay like this for a while. It was nice to feel him so close.

After a couple of minutes of both of you just recovering and your breathing getting much harder, like a wrestler, you tapped Yoongi twice.

“I’m out,” you joked, “can’t breathe.”

With what looked like a lot of effort, he pushed himself up and off you, pulling out of your suddenly. The cum inside of your vagina gushed out.

You made a face as you felt it drip onto his sheets. Yoongi watched it ooze out of you, not really caring where it was going. He looked mesmerized. He reached out as if to swipe at the cum on your lower lips but you grabbed his wrist before he could.

“We talk now,” you sighed, a bit calmer than before but still a bit worried.

“Now?” He looked so vulnerable again, like he was a scared child. He lay on his side, resting his head on his elbow. He looked down at you, waiting for you to take the reins, the way you always did but this time, you didn’t know where to begin.

Yoongi cleared his throat looking around uncomfortably. When you said nothing, his mind had started to race.

“So… do you… want to be my girlfriend, or are we friends with benefits level right now? Ow!”

You’d smacked his shoulder, not hard at all but he was dramatic and you knew that. He frowned at you, his lips tempting you into another kiss that could lead to something more once again. You were already feeling a little turned on again just looking at the results of his recent gym trips.

“So no to yeo-chin then?”

“Yoongi!”

“Don’t you mean Oppa?”

You smiled up at him, a teasing glint in your gaze, “I didn’t know you had an oppa kink. This whole time, I was right to refuse to call you oppa. I knew you looked way too happy whenever I called you that!”

Yoongi scrunched his nose and looked away, “I don’t! It’s just… when you say it.” He admitted waving a hand as if to bat away your inquisitive and teasing stare.

Not really knowing how to answer that, you chose instead to answer his previous question.

“Nam-chin,” you ran a finger down the center of his pecks, tracing all the light visible muscles that made you want to get off on just riding his chest. Yoongi tensed under your touch. He seemed frozen.

“Did you just call me nam-chin?” You, for once, were not embarrassed. You smiled brightly, happy that the title finally had a head to sit on.

“Is that okay?”

Yoongi pulled you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his heart beat erratically in his chest, singing to yours. To its credit, your heart synced and harmonized almost instantly. He smelled like pure sex and fresh water. He buried your face into his bare skin, listening to his song. After all these years, after all the tiptoeing and fear, you were finally where you belonged.

“Of course it is,” he paused, kissing the top of your head a couple of times, “yeo-chin.” This time, the word made a shiver roll down your spine. Arousal began to pool between your sticky thighs once more and if the third leg on your stomach was anything to go by, he was as well.

“Can- can we take a shower?” you asked him, biting your lips and pushing your chest against his suggestively.

He smirked, his mouth watered at the thought of taking you in the shower. He could almost hear your moans echoing in his wet room as he sat you down and ate you out until the water ran cold. Easy clean up even.

“Yes.” he breathed, connecting his lips to yours. You kissed for a while, your lips meshing together lovingly. Yoongi was a good kisser, you realized. He was a good lay as well. And he was cute to boot. Suddenly, he pulled away and picked you up bridal style and walked you to his restroom. He once again kicked the door open to avoid using his hands and walked you through, but this time instead of throwing you down, he set you on the toilet, him on his knees between your pushed open legs.

“I hope you don’t have any plans,” he said, kissing up your thighs and pulling you close to the edge, “because I have all the time in the world and I’m really, really thirsty.”

He ran two fingers over your abused center, collecting his cum and your new arousal. Sure, there were still a lot of things to talk about between you two. Yoongi still wasn’t sure if you fully understood the depth of his feelings nor was he sure if you simply liked him and the slip of the L-word was nothing more than that. A slip. But like he’d said, he had all the time in the world to ask and all the time to make sure he earned you and your trust. He would do anything he could to prove it and some day he would be.

But for now, he was royally fucked by the sinful sounds that escaped your pretty lips and he wanted nothing more than to just enjoy.

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Masterlist -in case you want to read more....

I hope yall enjoyed it and that this is a good come back after our roast session from permission to dance:)

[agnes-writes]

A Character Analysis on Seong Gi-Hun (Squid Game)

made at 2 AM running on 1 hour of sleep so I hope it makes sense

A lot of people were baffled by the ending of Squid Game, where Gi-hun actively chose to not get on the plane for his daughter and try to stop the salesman trying to recruit a player for the game.

I think it's actually quite fitting for his character.

Now, I'm not saying that he's not a bad dad for doing this, I'm just saying that all his actions make sense, especially if you analyse it.

Still, I'm going to use the bad father narrative and the common comments that come with it to form a clear picture for his main character trait:

Firstly, the fact that people say his daughter is his main motivation to play the games. Now, at first, you could definitely argue that this is true. He's first approached by a salesman (Gong Yoo, which, holy shit, he's so fucking hot, by the way) right after his daughter's disastrous birthday celebration. He plays, and makes his way home. At home, he finds out from his mother that his daughter will be moving to the US and he can only get her back if he can provide for her. Seeing it as harmless and a way to make quick money, he calls the number.

However, when the first game ends, he votes not to continue, and is sent back home. Here, we find out that his mother is severely diabetic. This leads to an argument where he vows to get the money for her treatment one way or another. Subsequently, he tries to beg both his friends and even his ex-wife for a loan, and almost gets the money from her ex-wife's current husband, who told him to stay away from his family. He's seen walking home in the rain and sees the business card right after that.

I think this episode cements the fact that his main motivation, is not, in fact, his daughter—she's only a small part of it; his main motivation is his desperate need for money for his mother's treatment, and that little jab of the stepfather to him just adds insult to injury, and therefore, just a bonus perk of winning the game. In fact, this is further proven in episode 8, when Saebyeok asks Gi-hun what he'll do with the money if he gets out, and he sees he'll use it for his mother's treatment, and then set-up a proper store for her, because it's actually her dream. Only then, so he says, would he try to be a good father to his daughter. His daughter was not on the top of his priority list for the prize money.

Next, the argument that he knew from the very start that he's playing for blood money, so why doesn't he just use it to provide for his kid?

I don't think that argument's very fair. I genuinely think that he did not, in fact, know what he signed up for, and that's because the game mods had phrased their rules in a very particular way.

The game mods had told them that if they survive all six games, they get to win the money. That is very open to different interpretations but what I think Gi-hun thought is that there isn't one winner—anyone who survives 'til the end will get a portion of that money. So my theory on his thought process is that he only signed up to risk ONLY his personal health and safety, not thinking he'd have to kill anybody else. In fact, in that one scene in Episode 4, when a few players don't get enough food and have a scuffle leading to the death of one player, he is the first one who demanded something be done about it, saying that they're not there to kill each other like animals, before it's revealed that foul play is, in fact, condoned and even rewarded by the game mods.

But now Gi-hun's stuck there and he has to see it through. But he doesn't have to be happy about it.

I think one of the scenes that further cements this is in the Tug of War game—in the moment, he doesn't want to die, but then they show alternating perspectives of his team and the opposing team, and there's a myriad of expressions on his face; one of them, possibly fear and guilt as he sees the faces of the people on the other team struggling to pull back. Then, in the elevator, we have a shot of him staring at the rope burns in his hands with a clearly conflicted and horrified look on his face—which I interpreted as the moment it had sunk in that he'd have to kill people to survive.

Next is the reasoning on why he left the prize money untouched, but gave 2/3 of it Sangwoo's mother and Saebyeok's brother, but not his daughter.

Now, we've established that he probably sees this money as blood money; Gi-hun probably feels incredibly guilty or blames himself for killing his friends and other people, or at least having some kind of hand in them. He's already promised to take care of Saebyeok's brother and Sangwoo's mother, so I'm not particularly surprised. The thing is, I think he gives the money to Saebyeok's brother and Sangwoo's mother and doesn't feel bad about where it came from is because he knows that's the reason why they played the games in the first place. It was their blood that was spilled, so it would have only been fitting for them to get money.

But why not his daughter? Again, this goes back to the guilt argument. Gi-hun thinks this is blood money; and knowing how he'd gotten it, knowing what he had to do to get it (and not being able to fulfill the main motivation on why he joined, treating his mother, who died before he could come back), it would weigh on someone. It would also make sense that he wouldn't want to give his daughter that money and try to explain it, not wanting to relive or come up with a lie for what he had to go through. In his eyes, that money is tainted, and he doesn't want his daughter anywhere near what he experienced in that arena.

Lastly, why he didn't get on the plane. See, this ties in to what I think is his main character trait; he sees a salesman trying to find players for the game, indicating that it is, in fact, still on-going, despite Oh Il-Nam's death, and interrupts them.

The reasoning behind this is that he knows his daughter is already well-provided for: even in the first few episodes, we see that she has a nice house and clothes, attentive parents and is clearly doing okay with her stepfather getting a steady job in the US. In his mind, she'll be just fine.

But he was in these people's shoes before—desperately trying to make ends meet, finding away to survive, only to be taken advantage of and made to sign their own death warrant for entertainment purposes. These people have no idea what's to come for them.

In Gi-hun's head, it's his daughter's life, who is already set and comfortable with her new family, versus the lives of possibly hundreds of people who had no idea what they're getting into, many of whom may not be as lucky as he is.

That would eat at his conscience, or so I think it would. Knowing that the games are still continuing and doing nothing to stop it with the little knowledge he has of them... That screws with your head, especially with his morals intact. So he doesn't get on the plane, and chooses to try and stop the games.

And that is the running vein of his entire character:

We have his mother, who only has him to help her, as his main motivation, and we see him help those who need help as the team builds—particularly Oh Il-Nam, or player 001, whom he perceived as someone who needs to be helped at his old age (but he isn't, honestly, fuck that plot twist), there's Saebyeok's brother and Sangwoo's mother who also lost their only providers in those games, and finally, to cement the on-going theme, there're the hundreds of people, just trying to make ends meet, being swindled into playing these death games for the entertainment of rich assholes.

Seong Gi-hun doesn't take care of everyone except his daughter.

He takes care of everyone who he thinks needs it.

And I think that's a wonderful core trait for a person to have.

[accidentallyadramablog]

I watched the last two episodes of All of Us Are Dead this morning. I got up at 3 am to finish it so my 6 yr old didn't accidentally see any scenes.

Long post with mild spoilers.

Happiness (2021) gave me happiness and All of Us Are Dead (2022) should be renamed All Your Faves Are Dead.

I'm disappointed with the writing for the girls and women. There were a lot of female characters in this, but the male side characters received more depth. I checked, and yes, the screenwriter and director are both men. I understand this is based on a webtoon, but I haven't read it, so I don't know how the characters were treated in the original material.

There were some characters we spent time with that didn't receive any resolution to their arcs. Why did we spend time on them? I understand focusing on the side characters of the main scooby gang. But we spent time on characters that were probably 17 blocks away and didn't impact the story at all. Pointless. I want that screentime back for my stupid kids at the school.

Park Solomon as Su Hyeok reminded me so much (appearance and character-wise) of Joss Wayar as Neo from 3 Will Be Free that it was distracting. Other than being a himbo, his character fell flat for me. I would have preferred it if we got to see his transition from bully to reformed hero instead of it happening before the drama started.

Yoon Chan Young as Lee Cheong San was amazing and I hope he gets any role he wants in the future. I'm going to watch his back catalog of dramas so I can watch how his acting grew. You can always tell which actors got started as child actors. It's hard for others to match them well on screen.

Yoo In Soo as Yoon Gwi Nam just was great as the antagonist-he really ate it up. It's rare that I like watching a petty asshole spiral into a captivating villainous archenemy. This kid got a lot of screentime alone or just with extras. That must've been exhausting to try to carry scenes alone. I hope he got to hang out with the other young actors and laugh between scenes and after cuts.

The student I wanted to see more of was Bae Eun Ji played by Oh Hye Soo. I hope she gets to live on and kill more disappointing men. Frankly, she should have been the one to take out Gwi Nam. And the fact that the writers gave that arc to Cheong San instead of her will disappoint me forever.

Gyung Su was my favorite character. 😭😭😭

Dae Su was right - they should have used the window as a toilet.

Anyway. I'm old and I love love love spotting good young actors. I've been feeding off dramas from the cast of Queen Seon Deok since 2009. Now I can watch the careers of these kids for the next 10-15 years.

[quizzyisdone]

Bell is Short | Safehouse Gang Headcanons

A/N: Just some headcanons regarding how the safehouse would react to a short! Bell. Hope you enjoy!! <3

Russell Adler:

🚬 When he pulled some random Red out of a car on that airstrip in Turkey, he expected them to be a bit, well, a bit taller.

🚬 Adler was initially dreading having to carry that person to exfil, but was pleasantly surprised upon finding out he didn’t have to be lugging some mountain man around.

🚬 Y’know how Adler tends to get needlessly touchy at times, like in those GIFs? He also tends to do that with a short! Bell, he’ll grab their shoulders (or hips for a female! Bell) to get by or subtly make it very evident that he towers over them by standing super close to them.

🚬 That’s his own way of establishing a stronger bond as well as a greater sense of trust with Bell so that their memories of Vietnam and their kinship actually feels real.

🚬 Adler expected their height to present a problem during combat situations; an enemy could easily overpower them. But while chasing Volkov in that warehouse in East Berlin, he was definitely proven wrong. 

🚬 He takes note of Bell’s ability to take what he thinks is traditionally a disadvantage and transform it to either put them on a level playing field with enemies or even use it to get the upper-hand. He thinks that it’s a testament to Bell’s intelligence and skill.

🚬 Something about them also beating the living shit out of somebody who’s twice their size also amuses Adler.

🚬 He won’t abuse the short jokes like Sims, Lazar, and Woods do, but Adler sure as hell makes them when he’s in a good mood. Both to Bell’s face and behind their back. He’ll call Bell “kid” a lot more than he would if they were taller.

Lawrence Sims:

🔧 Upon meeting Bell for the first time, he had to hide his shock. Sims had heard that they were some Red that Adler thought they could use. He didn’t expect them to be so, well, short. 

🔧 Sims didn’t know they made Reds that tiny. To be fair, all of the Russians he had ever met were like giant 7′0 beasts. 

🔧 Definitely takes the piss out of Bell for it. “How’s the weather down there?” is the most common quip coming from Sims.

🔧 Judging by dialogue, Sims is pretty big on nicknames, so he almost never calls Bell by their name. Instead, he jokingly calls them “Small Fry” as he gets closer to them.

🔧 He’ll be sympathetic towards Bell if he gets the feeling that they don’t like the jokes. Sims knows when to quit with it and stop teasing them for something they can’t help. Still loves to bully them for other things, though.

Frank Woods:

💥 Oh Bell, oh you poor thing. Speaking of people who don’t know when to quit, Woods takes the absolute piss out of Bell for their height with stupid jokes. 

💥 Woods does that thing where he uses Bell’s head as an arm rest or goes behind them and rests his chin on their head. 

💥 Will always point out how big he is compared to them. (“Dude, I’m twice your size!”) He finds the height difference absolutely hilarious. He once offered to just throw Bell over the fence in Ukraine.

💥 If he’s feeling extra mischievous, Woods will move everything beyond their reach, not so they have to ask for help, but so he can watch them struggle and eventually give up and go get Lazar.

💥 It’s not that he actively tries to be an asshole, but sometimes Woods doesn’t know when to stop. But if someone outright tells him to stop with the teasing, he will, most of the time.

💥 Part of him also secretly admires this tiny but mighty killer that Adler managed to find. He wishes and wonders why he hadn’t met them before, Woods could’ve certainly used those skills back in ‘Nam when clearing out “Rat Tunnels”.

Eleazar “Lazar” Azoulay:

🥡 Aw, now this man is an absolute sweetheart. He might make a few jokes but they’re light hearted as well as far and few between.

🥡 Offers to help Bell reach the stuff they can’t, but not in a condescending way. Bell can tell he’s just genuinely trying to help. Lazar, more than anything, likes feeling useful.

🥡 He recognizes that Bell’s height isn’t necessarily a hinderance to their abilities or the way they work. In fact it’s quite useful given the covert nature of the missions they go on. But it’s also good for other random things.

🥡 For example: At the safehouse, if there’s something even he can’t reach, he’ll ask Bell to get on his shoulders and grab whatever he needs. It works better to do that with Bell due to their small stature.

🥡 It’s an advantage, so that’s why he basically “volun-told” Bell to go and infiltrate Kraus’ home. A mountain man like him would be hard pressed to sneak in there quietly and Park wouldn’t have had an easy time either given the fact that she’s rather tall as well.

🥡 In combat situations, though, he might prefer Bell to stay near him or someone like Adler or Woods. Just to be on the safe side.

Alex Mason:

💯 Like Woods, Mason will make the jokes but won’t abuse them. He certainly can find the humor in a tiny but mighty killer such as Bell. But it’s not funny when it’s the only thing you make of Bell for. 

💯 There are plenty of things to bully Bell for, in fact! And calling them a “Dingus” is way more fun than “shorty” or some other lazy nickname. (It’s actually canon that this happened, here’s the video)

💯 Mason in general loves jokes at other people’s expense (not mean-spirited ones though) that aren’t about physical attributes. For example, he prefers to take jabs at Bell’s intelligence or habits. 

💯 Might on occasion try to subtly get Woods and Sims to quit with the jokes by redirecting their energy towards him and things to make fun of about himself. He’s sympathetic towards Bell for no reason other than he’s genuinely very sweet.

Helen Park:

🔪 Couldn’t care less about how tall Bell is, to be perfectly honest. It really wouldn’t affect their ability to do their job so she leaves it at that. Doesn’t make the jokes. She can’t find the humor in their height at all. 

🔪 After all, it’s not like they’re comically short (Like 4ft). Park can get even more annoyed than Bell does at the short jokes sometimes. She almost gets defensive and protective over them for it.

🔪 Part of that is because she was made fun of as a kid for being super tall. School boys made her insecure about it in her youth, made her feel like less of a woman because of it, that she was somehow “manly”.

🔪 Park isn’t affected by their “witty” remarks anymore, but she remembers how bad it hurt her self esteem as a teenager. Although Bell is at the opposite end of the spectrum, it can hurt all the same.

🔪 “Sergeant Woods, the joke isn’t any funnier the fifth time you tell it.”

🔪 Although she couldn’t care less, if she had to make a statement regarding Bell’s stature, Park would think it’s rather endearing, really, especially towards a male! Bell. (Rise up, short kings.)

Jason Hudson:

🕶️ This man doesn’t care so long as Bell gets the job done. They’ve proven that their height won’t affect their ability to do their work, so there’s really no point in making fun of them for their height of judging them for it.

🕶️ Hudson really hates when people make fun of others for something they can’t help. Even if his relationship with Bell is truly as antagonistic as it is when taken at face value, Hudson might tell off Woods and get him to ease up if he notices Bell getting annoyed/upset at the quips.

🕶️ To be fair, any chance he can take to yell at Woods is one Hudson will most definitely take. Were it not for the binds of professionalism, those two would have the most antagonistic relationship in history. 

🕶️ But if he gets the feeling that Bell doesn’t mind the jokes at their expense, Hudson will find himself smirking at them.

[hanniiesuckle17]

Fireworks

A/n: this is not requested but i needed to write something for me and I always love writing best friend!jisung (this turned out to be hella long btw). Also i just realized this is the 16th jisung fic on my masterlist wtf. Welp happy sweet sixteen jisung. 

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Warnings: cussing probably, lil distressed jisung, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: Y/n and Jisung practically grew up together. Y/n always dreamed of getting her fairytale happy ending. So, Jisung is surprised when she is settling for an all but labeled ‘arranged marriage’ to an asshole that Jisung knows doesn’t love her. Not like he does. Can Jisung convince himself to go after what he really wants and take the risks that come with it? Can Y/n face the facts that what she has wanted has been in front of her all along?

Genre: romance, fluff, angst, non-idol!au, bestfriend!au, friends to lovers!au, wedding crasher!au, Fem Reader

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“Please, come today!”

Jisung sighed over the phone. “Y/n. I have no knowledge whatsoever about dresses. Especially wedding dresses! They’re all white! What’s the difference?” I could hear the murmurs of Changbin and Chan on the other side of the line. “See. I will be no help at all!” Despite the negative connotation of his words I could hear the tiny smile in his voice.

“So, we’re meeting outside the shop at five.”

“Y/n, I’m not going.”

“2146 Chyeongsong Ave, got it?”

“Yes, I’ve got it.”

Letting out a happy laugh I hung up on my best friend, sure that his attendance could be accounted for. The wedding was three months away. Jiho, my fiancee, had no desire for a big wedding and it seemed the sooner we were married the happier he would be.

But, I had always dreamed of a magical wedding with hundreds of people watching me marry the man of my dreams. So, we compromised. He said I could plan as big I wedding as I wanted as long as I could get it done in three months and he would pay for it.

Jiho was the son of one of Seoul’s big company presidents. His family was very kind and seemed to welcome me with open arms despite my less than formal upbringing. Jiho grew up in a penthouse apartment and went to the best university in Seoul.

I grew up in a tiny house in the rundown suburbs next door my best friend, Jisung, and busted my ass to get scholarships and pay my way through a cheap college. Jisung was beside me in all the big moments in my life. He was my best friend and I loved him more than anything.

“So, what did he say?”

Sooyoung’s head of curly dark hair popped over the cubicle divider separating our two desks. I laughed and gave her a thumbs up. “You doubted my power of Jisung persuation?”

“Never. You could convince that boy to run around Gangnam with his shoes on his ears and screaming at the top of his lungs if you wanted to.” Laughing at the thought, I turned back to my computer, desperately watching the minutes tick by before I would get to start searching for my wedding dress.

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A slightly chilling breeze blew across the street. Jisung regardless of his lack of enthusiasm on the phone picked me up from work to walk with me to my dress appointment. My mother, other best friend Yuri, and Jiho’s sister Bo Rim were already waiting outside. Everyone greeted us with a smile as we walked up. My arm was looped with Jisung’s and my hand was stuffed in his jacket pocket since it was cold. 

 My mother smiled and embraced Jisung with a kiss on the cheek before motioning us inside. My entourage and I were quickly greeted by a consultant. “Hi! My name is Hyunsoon, I’ll be your consultant today. You must be the gorgeous bride, Y/n!” She smiled looking me up and down before glancing at my arm linked with the man beside me. “And is this handsome young man your husband-to-be?” 

 Jisung shook his head dark hair falling in his eyes. A tight smile sat on his lips as he answered the woman. “No, I’m just the best friend. I’m not going to stay for the whole appointment.” She nodded looking at Jisung with new eyes. “I want to be surprised. Regardless, Y/n will look radiant in whatever she chooses.”

 After a few questions about my wedding Hyunsoon led me back into a dressing room and my family and friends to a couch with mirrors around it.

 “Are you excited for your wedding?” She asked with a kind smile, placing dressing on the wall of the dressing room for me to see.

 “You could say that,”

 Her brows furrowed. “You don’t sound very excited?” I shrugged and laughed nervously. The dresses she had picked out were very pretty. Sensing I had nothing more to say on the topic she helped me into the first dress. 

It was weird to see myself in the garment. I watched her fix the dress with clips so it would fit as it should before looking over to me. The dress was more of a ball gown style. It poofed out just above my hips and was strapless with a sweetheart neckline.

“Do you want to go out and show them?” I nodded and helped her pick up the many layers of tulle skirt. Hearing fabric brush against the ground as we walked out of the hallway, the heads of my entourage turned. Several smiles were seen from my view in the mirror as I stepped up onto the pedestal.

 I gazed once again at the dress in the mirror. It was a gorgeous gown; there was no doubt. Feeling ready for their opinion, I turned around to face the peanut gallery. “What do you think?” My mother was quick to gush over the skirt. Bo Rim and Yuri both raved over the shiny beading on the bodice. Mrs. Nam, Jiho’s mother seemed to like it just fine. My eyes fell on Jisung who said nothing. He looked at me, arms crossed and fingers brushing over his bottom lip. “Ji?”

 “It’s....nice...”

Struggling not to laugh I replied, “One of the most incredible song writers I know and the only thing he has to say is ‘nice’?” My friend chuckled and his stare raked over the fabric before looking back up at my face.

“It’s not you. You don’t look like you. You look like some frilly puffy marshmallow girl.”

From anyone else the comment would offend but all I could do was laugh. “He’s right this is definitely not me.” Nodding the consultant ushered me back into the dressing room. Five dresses later, nothing felt right and I was beginning to get stressed out. “What do I do, Hyunsoon? Nothing feels right. I’m not feeling those....fireworks.” The beautiful woman looked at me in question. “Sorry, it’s something Jisung and I say to each other. It’s like our wish for the other to find so much happiness that it feels like...actual fireworks.” I explained with a light laugh. 

She sat down on the floor with me, moving the short silk robe further over my thigh, a gentle gesture. “Tell me more about your fiancee,” She kept her hand on my knee and rubbed soothing circles on my skin.

“Ummm....well...his name is Nam Jiho. He’s really nice and very very smart. Like holy fuck, he is insanely smart. He spends most of his time at work and he really likes to run as well.”

She looked at me expectantly. “That’s it?” I nodded, a little unsure of what else she wanted me to say. “And you love him?”

“Of course! What kind of a question is that? I’m getting married aren’t I?” Though I smiled, she could tell there was the smallest bit of insecurity. She thought for a minute tapping her fingers softly on my knee.

I felt somewhat lost among the mountains of white fabric scattered about the room. “Okay then! Whose opinion matters the most to you out of everyone you brought with you today?”

“Oh- Jisung. Of course.”

“Tell me about Jisung,”

A hefty sigh left my lips, but a small happy smile soon replaced it. “Jisung is....he’s like....my person you know? Like anytime I need him- even when I don’t need him- he’s always around. We grew up together. He is my everything. I trust him with more than my life. He’s just....Jisung. He is fully himself and unapologetic about it.” Ilaughed recalling thousands and thousands of memories with him. “He is a total asshole. Way too confident. But, he gets really shy sometimes. He’s also very genuine and has the biggest heart. Without Jisung...I wouldn't be who I am today.”

She smiled and pushed herself off the ground. “I will be right back!” Just as she closed the door, Hyunsoon winked over at me and left me alone in the dressing room.

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Jisung’s POV

I was beginning to feel restless. Y/n hadn’t come out in at least thirty minutes. My leg was going to bounce off my body at this point. Unable to sit still any longer I pushed myself off the plush couch. It was getting harder and harder to control my heart seeing Y/n walk out in all these gowns knowing she was going to marry another man.

Wandering through the labyrinth-like rows of white frocks, I found myself thinking once again about Y/n. Not bothering to cage my thoughts they ran wild with daydreams of Y/n choosing dresses imagining what I would think of her walking down the aisle. Her smiling at me instead of that asshat, Jiho. 

Turning down an obviously dead end, my eyes fell on the mannequin standing in the center of the row. A delicate dress hung on the figure.Tattooed lace around the bodice and down the front of the gown to the hips fading like waves on shore. The back was low and open and my mind filled in the gaps, picturing Y/n’s soft skin laying beneath the fabric. My fingers brushed over the long thin sleeves. 

The sound of the a door closing snatched me from the my tantalizing reverie. “Oh- You’re Jisung right?” The woman asked walking closer. I recognized her as the one helping with Y/n’s appointment. I gave her a short nod, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jacket. “I actually need your help.”

“Anything for Y/n.” The beautiful woman’s brow quirked up and a smile slid onto her painted lips. “I mean....anything...for the bride.” 

Her tongue slid over her white teeth. There was so much white around, my head was starting to physically hurt. “Uh huh. Anyway! Y/n basically hates everything not only I have picked, but also everything she’s picked.” I stood waiting for the part where I could possibly help. “She trusts you. She wouldn’t stop talking about you.”

“I’m sorry....I don’t see how-”

“I see you’re looking at dresses. Have you seen one that you like? Maybe....one you would like...on Y/n?” My eyes fell to the floor, glancing over at the mannequin briefly. My quick gaze did not go unnoticed by Y/n’s consultant. “Well...Jisung....don’t you have good taste.” She walked over to dress form and checked the price tag before giving the gown a once over. “Revealing taste too....” She sang with a smirk. 

I looked away rubbing the back of my neck, the area feeling very itchy all of a sudden.  “I-I- uh...the dress just seems like her. It’s very.....mesmeric. Her.” 

“She did say you have a way with words.” Hyunsoon, I think her name was, walked over to one of the racks pushing past dresses until she pulled out one I assumed was in my bestfriend’s size. “Go sit back down! I know she’s going to love this one.” 

My head tilted back and I let out a sigh. As much as it pained me, I knew seeing that dress on Y/n and knowing it was ‘the one’ would be it for me. I’d snap and in front of all her family, soon to be and current, I’d confess how much I loved her and that I didn’t want her to marry that dick. I’d ruin what would be her perfect happy ending. Well...in her words....her ‘Moderatley-Happy-Fiancially-Stable Ending’.

“Actually...I’m gonna head out. I know she’s gonna love it. Tell her I hope she gets her fireworks.”

Willinging myself to start moving, I walked past Hyunsoon and towards the door, only stopping once. A glimpse. I caught only a glimpse. The door of Y/n’s dressing room opened and I saw the bright smile on her lips as she looked at the dress being brought to her. “That’s your last look, Han.” I mumbled under my breath. “Now turn around and walk out.” 

With every ounce of willpower left in my body, I did.

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The TV droned in my rundown apartment. My two closest friends, outside the one I was deeply in love with, were half drunkenly lounged in my tiny living room. I scowled at the television, taking another drink from the bottle in my hand. 

“Dude- slow down. That’s like your sixth drink.” The eldest chided, tossing a balled up fast food wrapper at my head. 

Ignoring the fellow musician’s advice, I chugged the rest of the beer shooting Chan a look. “Chan let him be. You know what tomorrow is.” Changbin sighed. Turning, I found him hanging off an armchair upside down, scrolling through his phone. It was silent for a while until the inverted boy spoke up again. “I still don’t get why she’s marrying that douchebag.”

Knowing where this conversation was going I escaped to the kitchen, preoccupying myself with grabbing another beer from the fridge. the other two boys paid me no mind and continued the discussion as if I was invisible. Chan’s attention turned back to me as I plopped down next to him on the dusty old couch. “Han, didn’t you say you caught the guy cheating like....multiple times....” 

It was true. I had caught Jiho not once, not twice, not even three times, but four times I had got him with other women. Jiho liked to go out to clubs. The scumbag would pretend that he was working late so Y/n would be none the wiser, then he would stay out until three in the morning drinking and getting with random girls he met. The bastard didn’t even have the decency to frequent establishments he knew I wouldn’t be at. My music career was in the dumps lately and I had resorted to DJ-ing at downtown clubs.

That fucking asshole even had the audacity to flirt with other girl while Y/n was around. She had invited me out with the two of them for drinks  after a promotion at work. The second she leaves for the bathroom Jiho starts making moves on the waitress. Right in front of me. 

“Yeah....well, there’s nothing I can do about it.” On multiple occasions I had tried to tell Y/n about her terrible fiancee. Every time I tried, all I could see was the look of hope on her face. the look that practically begged for me to tell her that Jiho and I were finally getting along. And....I couldn’t do it. I could never do it. 

“Boo hoo. Horton hears a bitch ass liar!” Changbin slurred from his awkward position. 

“What?”

“That is quite possibly the biggest lie you have ever told.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Chan yanked the beer out of my grip and handed me a water bottle instead. “Oh and what do you suppose I do then?” I managed to get the words out before Chan less than gently shoved the water in my face. 

The man beside me sighed and shifted to face me fully. “You love Y/n. Yes or No?”

“Yes.”

“She needs to know that.” I shook my head. No, she did not need to know that. I was not going to be the reason Y/n ruined her chance at a good life. Looking around my apartment I saw nothing but disappointment. Most months it was hard to make rent and I could barely afford to do anything but the bare necessities. She deserved better than what I could give her. “We all know Y/n is only settling. This is definitely not the fairytale ending she always talked about.”

“Chan, there’s no such thing as fairytales. Even Y/n knows that.” Inwardly, I grimaced at my own words. Had Y/n been around to hear those words I would have been slapped upside the head. 

“How do you know that? Do you have proof?” Changbin mused, a drunk smile on his face. “Let’s say this is a fairytale. You and Y/n have to be the main characters! The prince and the princess always get to together in the end! Duhhh!”

Even in my sour and depressed mood it was easy to laugh as Changbin slid off the armchair and landed on his head. “He does have a point, Ji.” Chan said, listing his head back onto the couch. Two of his fingers pushed the bottom of the bottle back up towards my face. “You’re the leading man in your own life, dude. Stop acting like the best friend. If you want her go get her.”

My thumb brushed over the grooves in the plastic . The alcohol was quickly clearing out of my system. A numbness filled my body as I contemplated the options put in front of me. Maybe it was time for me to be selfish. Maybe it was time for me to get what I wanted. 

Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself off the sofa and headed for the door. 

❃

Thirteen hours. Thirteen hours before my best friend’s wedding and I was walking to her house at two in the morning to confess my feelings for her. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I mumbled under my breath. The view of her parents house was growing closer as I walked down the street. Y/n told me earlier in the week she would be staying there the night before the big day. 

Just like so many nights in our teen-dom, a familiar yellow glow from Y/n’s bedroom window illuminated the street below her house. Through the second story window I could see glimpses of movement. For a moment I just stood, doubting all the decisions I made in the last twenty minutes. I could chicken out here. Turn around and go home. She would never know. 

Just as I was about to turn around, I was caught in daze by the image in the window. Y/n stepped into view, radient like a new morning. From the little I could see from the street, she was wearing the dress I had picked from the boutique. Her hair was messily pushed back and strands fell in front of her eyes. The glint of the standing mirror flashed across from where she stood. Her beautiful E/c eyes trained on her reflection. 

She was breathtaking. My chest got tight just looking at her and a cold sweat was born on my palms. I watched as she rung her hands together, nervously twisting the rings on her fingers; a habit we both shared. Y/n let out a shaky breath before returning her gaze to the looking glass, this time with a smile. 

Her delicate fingers reached up and brushed her cheek before they stretched out as if to shake some invisible person’s hand. Her smile grew brighter as she talked to this imaginary person. She laughed and looked truly the happiest I had seen her in a long time. 

My eyes fell to the road, scuffing my shoe on the asphalt. She was happy. No matter how badly I wanted her.....there was no way I was going to take that away from her. Y/n’s happiness mattered more than mine. I could find comfort in the knowledge that she would be happy. That she would be taken care of. That she got everything she deserved. Everything I could never give her. 

Turning on my heel, the cold air and truth bleeding me sober, I walked back into the city away from my happy ending. 

❃

Y/n’s POV

Thirteen hours. Thirteen hours before my wedding and I was questioning everything for absolutely no reason. The rest of my family was long asleep. Yet, here I sat in my wedding dress feeling like everything I was doing, every decision I made.....was wrong. I felt like crying for no reason, my throat refusing to be anything but tight. 

Coming to my feet, I smoothed out the gorgeous gown and walked with no purpose until I found myself staring at the mirror on the far side of the room. The girl on the other side of the glass looked like a bride. Why wasn’t I happy with that?

Standing up tall like my mother lectured many times in the past few days, I pursed my lips and put on a pained smile. “Hi, I’m Mrs. Nam Jiho,” The name felt unclean coming from my lips. Tilting my head, I rubbed my face before staring back at my reflection. I sighed pushing back the feeling of tears begging to spill over. 

“It’s nice to meet you, my name is Nam Y/n.” I shivered, swallowing the last bit of moisture in my mouth. “Nam....Y/n.....Y/n Nam....Mrs.Nam Y/n.” The more I tried to look at the person who I would become the more I felt like crying. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Mrs. Nam Y/n....” Before I could finish the words I broke into tears. Loud sobs filled my room and all I could do was stare at the hollow shell reflected in my mirror. 

My heart ached. The air in the room around me felt heavy, like a weight on my shoulders, pushing me down into the ground. Pushing past the lump in my throat, my eyes returned to the mirror, this time fixating on the photos framing the glass. Pictures of my friends and family.

 My heart lifted seeing a photo of Jisung and me. It was an old picture from highschool, probably taken on one of those disposable cameras you could get at corner stores. His school uniform was slightly too big for his then thin frame. My skirt was just a little too long and my shoes were never quite the right size. We were seated on the bleachers outside the school. Jisung sat on the row above me and let me rest between his legs. His arm was wrapped around my shoulders, as he leaned around to kiss my cheek. I was caught in the middle of a laugh and Jisung looked so happy right next to me. 

I smiled remembering the day from the printed memory. A friend we both had lost touch with had taken the photo while we weren’t looking. We then got teased for days afterwards. My fingers brushed over the delicate fabric of the dress. The dress that Jisung had chosen. Jisung. Almost every happy moment of my life....was tied to Jisung. Taking a step forward, I looked back in the mirror. Sniffing away the tears, I smiled. 

“I’m please to meet you....I’m Mrs. Han Jisung,” 

The smile on my face grew bigger and my heart swelled. Reaching up I brushed away the tears that spilled over before holding my hand as if meeting one of the guests at my wedding. “Jisung and I are so pleased you could come to our wedding,” 

The feeling in my chest had me wishing to cry all over again but for a different reason. I wanted to jump and scream at the top of my lungs the name ‘Han Y/n’. The more I said it, the more I felt like a teenager again. 

All I could think about was Jisung. His dark hair, dyed one too many times, leaving it slightly damaged but somehow still soft. His big, round, doe eyes. The way he told the stupidest jokes. His voice- not just when he sang, but even simply speaking his voice was one of my favorite sounds. Pressing my hands to my cheeks, I pulled away finding them hot. 

“Fuck...I’m in love with Jisung.”

❃

“Okay, I need everyone to give me some fucking space!” I shouted, effectively silencing my dressing room. One by one, my maid of honor ushered the ladies out. I let slip one time that I am having second thoughts and all hell breaks loose. 

Sitting at the vanity, my head fell into my hands. I was dejected. Confused. And obviously sitting with a pretty big headache. I hadn’t heard from Jisung since the dress appointment and he didn’t answer any of my texts this morning. It was like he was avoiding me. Eyeing the champagne on table I contemplated drinking the whole damn bottle then just going through with the event. As much as I wanted to get married, I didn’t want to do it to someone I didn’t love. 

Standing up, I manuevered the champagne filled vessel away from my body and popped it, the sound letting loose a satisfying echo. The bubbly liquid filled the glass flute I picked up. My first sip was interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“I told you guys I needed space! Just fuck off!”

Downing the glass, I turned to pour another one. Drunk ceremony was looking like my best option right about now. The click of the dressing room door opening caused my ears to prick up. “I said fuck off-”

“That’s not very nice language coming from the bride.” 

Jisung stood in the doorway, hesitant smile on his face. His hair was almost styled, pieces still falling loose over his forehead. A black blazer hung over an untucked slightly wrinkled white dress shirt. His slender hands were shoved in the pockets of his blue jeans. 

“Coming from you that’s rich,” He watched me drink in his appearance. “Jeans, Ji? You come to my wedding in jeans and Doc Martens?” 

My best friend rubbed the back of his neck, eyes trained on the carpeted floor. “To be honest....I wasn’t sure I was coming at all.”

I blinked, trying to process the words just said to me. My best friend....the man I loved more than anything in the world...said he almost didn’t come to my wedding. “Excuse me?”

“Y/n....we need to talk....” 

My chest tightened in anticipation as I watched Jisung close the door. He stayed on the opposite side of the room seemingly nervous or afraid to even look my way. A hint of a smile appeared as I watched Jisung anxiously turn the silver rings around his fingers. “Ji, have you been avoiding me...”

Instead of answering, the man’s eyes fell to the bottle on the vanity. He motioned to it, wordlessly asking for a glass. Stepping away, I allowed him enough room to cross and pour a glass for himself. He downed the flute like a shot almost making me laugh at the similarity between us. “Didn’t you want to get married outside? In a forest if I remember correctly?”

“Don’t change the subject, Jisung.”

“I’m not.” For the first time I felt like Jisung really looked at me. His eyes seemed to soften. Before I could once again appreciate how beguiling his eyes were, they retreated back to their place on the floor. “Y/n....this isn’t you. You deserve a fairytale ending. Your fairytale ending. You don’t deserve a shotgun wedding in some church with nobody watching just waiting for the hour de vours to be passed out.”

“I’m not pregnant. This isn’t a shotgun-”

“Please just let me finish, Y/n....”

Nodding, I leaned against the vanity and watched my friend’s hands brushed through his dark locks. The silver hanging from his ears glinted in the bright fluorescent lighting. “Y/n...Don’t....don’t get married.” He seemed encouraged by my reaction, or lack thereof. “I think about you a little more than I should. A lot more actually. For a long time. Y/n/n, I’ve been in love with you since grade school.”

A familiar lump began to form in my throat and a pit formed in my stomach. Gaining confidence, Jisung’s eyes met mine. “It’s been killing me...seeing you with that asshole. I know you’re happy. I know that you’re better off with him. He can give you everything that I can’t, because you deserve to have a nice house. You deserve to be spoiled with gifts and trips. You deserve to not come home every night and worry whether the rent has been paid.” Jisung stopped and stared at the empty glass in his hands. 

“You always talked about fairytales when we were little. Well...my fairytale would just be us. No magic. No princes and princesses. Cause you’re enough for me. More than enough. Y/n, you’re it for me. You’re my fairytale.”

His eyes widened seeing a single tear rolling down my cheek. Before continuing Jisung watched me with shaking hands carefully set the glass flute on the vanity behind me. 

“I- I want you to be happy. If you’re happy with Jiho then I will go out into that church and clap when you get hitched. Because, that's what friends fucking do and that I can give you. But...if there is any chance....any part of you...that loves me at all....even a little bit....”

He gulped, fingers ferociously twisting the rings on his right hand. Not many would believe it, but Jisung was shy. Introverted. It was rare to see him like this. Jisung wasn’t afraid or nervous, but more timid or demure. I could almost see his heart physically stop beating as I opened my mouth to speak.

“I’m not happy, Ji.” He blinked, big, brown, doe eyes trying to understand what I meant. “I want to be. But, I can’t be happy with someone I don’t love. I don’t care about the money or the gifts. I just.....want my fireworks. I think you can understand that more than anyone.”

Jisung nodded dejectedly, shoving his hands into the pockets of the blazer that seemed to be holding itself together with only a few threads. He seemed to not understand what I was saying. “I do....understand- I mean. That’s all I want for you. If you can’t be happy with Jiho or me then-”

“Fuck, Ji. You really are dense aren’t you?”

“What?”

Reaching forward, I twisted the collar of Jisung’s slightly unbuttoned shirt and pulled him closer. Before our lips even touched I could feel electricity in the air, sparking and making room hotter. Finally feeling my lips against his sent my stomach on a rollercoaster; twisting, turning, loop de loops, and free falls giving me the greatest feeling spreading to the rest of my body. 

The feeling of my fingers sliding up his neck, must have brought Jisung out of whatever shock induced daze he was in. Like second nature his arms wrapped around me, cool hands pressing into the bare skin of my back. There was nothing but fire in my stomach as Jisung dragged his lips over mine at a painstakingly slow pace. The man smiled feeling me pull and tangle my fingers in his soft dark tresses. 

“Fireworks?” I asked, pulling away with my bottom lip snagged between my teeth. 

“Millions.” Jisung’s thumb brushed over my cheek before he leaned back in capturing my lips in another death defying kiss. “Did you drive here? I took the train.” He mumbled between kisses.

I laughed feeling happier than any moment before in my life. “My car is out back. You’re driving.”

Opening my eyes, I saw that signature smirk my best friend was famous for. For the first time I knew why my insides did flips when it was directed at me. Lacing his fingers with mine he dragged me from the dressing room and led me through the halls as fast as we could run with one of us in a wedding dress. As we reached the car, slamming the doors shut, the bells in the chapel started to ring making the both of us grin. Jisung leaned over, fastening my seatbelt before kissing my lips like they were his only source of air.

“You make quite the gorgeous runaway bride,”

❃

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[nicosbrainrot]

hello everyone, I hope you're all having a wonderful sunday or saturday night, I've decided to post this early because I won't be online tomorrow sadly but wanted to gift you all something horrible, I am so sorry (not sorry) @korissideblog for doing this to your beloved child but here it is, the worst thing I've ever made, with my brother's help, I hope it gives you all a headache to read because it certainly gave me one writing it

Chspter 1

My nam is Nico Xavier Nightwing and aim the hotest mutherfecker at UA high skool for pro heros. i’m average hight 4 someon my age ad NOT short at all, my hair is jet blak nd i have brite blu eyes. i dress supr emo in all blak an have chains on my belt like the eboyz on tictoc. My quirk is death vision, i can kill anyonebjust by lookimg at dem and i wuz bulied in skool for being 2 overpwoered wich mad me depress and a bit of a loner. eberyone things im a vilain but i wuznt gonna let those stupid middle skoll idiots be my villain origin story, if im gona have a villain origin story it's gonna be in hogh skool like a REAL man.

im not a villain tho i'm just a kool kid loner who lookz really cool and intidimidating so every1 thiks im mean buy im really not

its my first year at UA and i got acxepted eith a perfec score in the written exam as well as a prefect score on the praticap exam wich dey didnt even think wuz posible. i took out every single robot (cuz my death glare also works on robotz) and there were none left forbany of da other test takers so they all had to retake it cuz i wuz jus to crazy powerful and they put me in da super elite hero course that involves goin to the different classes to learn a little bit of everythung cuz i already no how to be a super powerful hero i just need to learn some of the super pecific stuf.

Today wuz my 2nd day and i had already mad a bit of a repitation for myself bi beating up one of the third yrs named bakugan or smthn and also being that person who got a perfect score cuz everyome's hurd about that of corse. Every1 in the hallz is scarred of me even tho im not a mean person, the third year wuz jist being an asshole and bullying some kid so i had to step im and be a hero and beat the daylite out of him. Dats what heroz do rite??

Sooo anywys i wuz wlaking down da hallz to my bext class wich wuz taut by soem teacher namesd Sato who seemed like a real mean teacher so wen i walkedbin he glared at me all mean. i took a seet at the back of the class cuz im emo and emo kidz sit in the back of the clas. The teacher walked over to me and asked me if i did my homwork

"No i didnt feel like it" i growled at him.

"U didnt feel lyke it? Ur just stupid prbobly and cant do it" he said meanly.

i stoof up out of my chair in angger and glared at him, i wuz really tempted to use my death glare but i new i would get in trouble and also i didnt want to get labeled a villaim, i already had a bad repotation at my old school from killing a kid and i didnt want that here to. i did beat him up tho and then the principle waloed im and wuz shoked nut he wuz so impressedbthat he had me teach the class how i did it so i taut for the rest od the day.

After class this cyute gurl walked up to me "Hey" he said, twiling his hair cutely "that wuz lyk reelly impressive n stuff" her nam wuz Aito

"yuh, i knoe, it wuz notihng, i said in a badass way"

he wuz soft like a babie, easy to beat up

"do you want to go on a daet" aito said cultley

tsk, this alwats happnes…. its so anoying havong girls contanty beg for me to go on dates woth them, but this girl wuz differnt, this girl wuz also a guy, amd and guys are bad ass, plus he wuz kind of hot

"sure wjatever sugertits,school cafetera, thurdday, bean burrito day, 12 o clock on the dot, don't be late" i siad hottley

"oh emm gee, ueas!!1!" aito shoutoes cutley

aito then skiipped away to call his mom

"omhmygod mamma! you will nevebr believie! i just got a date woth the cutest boy in the skhool!!1"

i tuen away from her ams walk away badass like woth a toothpock in my mouth like jobtoro koojoe from jojo bizzare adventure 

 Later that daly i wuz walking in the hals when i saw  a kid bullieing this girl so i beet his ass,

“Ahh~ th- thank you” siad the girl

She tried to walk away but she tripped on my foot, she stepped on my air Jordan 1s so i had to beat the shit out of her to

“All in a days work” i said as i walked away from her unconcius body

(And for thoes of you that thjnk that wuz evil, youl dont know what its liek to own air Jordan 1s)

kater that day i went to lucjh and got a bean burrtiuto and mlkilk,  from the cafetera lady, there wuz still a missing kid sgin on the back of the milk carton for the kid that i killed at my last school

"i guess they never found his body" i said to mynself" 

i sat down at the table waiting for aito to areive, i check my bromze playted 1892 pocket watch, 12:01, he wuz late, this is why i never show my true self to amyone, because they alsways end up not caring, i keep a mirror in my bakpack at all times in cas i lose control and nees to take myself outn wit my death glare, i reached into my backpack for it i wuz about to end it all, then aito walks into the cafetria, he looked so fine in his purple dress, i descretely put away my mirror.

“Hi~” aito cood at me.

“Ur late” i said,all emo like

“aw im sowwy, i had to git all prety for u” he sed wit a smile shwing her pointy teef.

and she wuz vry prety, i culd almos feel myself falling foir him. bht i wuznt abot to let mysekf be weak lyk that fur som boy.

she sat dpwn nect to me an brushded her hajr oht of her face, tryink to use his wuirk on me bjt my willpower wuz so stonf thayt i didnt even notics amd locked back don at my food

"hey! why arent u charmed?" she sajd totaly shocked

"what?" i asked cuz i handt noticed

"my quirk! u wernt charmed" she explaned to me

"oh, i gess thag just doesnt werk on me then" i sed casually

"wow, ive never met a kid who cud do that!" he looked at me wit his beutiful golden eyes

i wuz to stong for his quik to work on me but her goldn orbs wer so prety  i fekt a littlle chjarmed anyway

"u kno ur really intresetung and i lik interseting" she saif to me ask she rested he head on her hand "y do u want to be a hero?"

"i dont really" i told her depresingly "but i hav to prov to every1 thag im not a bad guy so being a hero os the only wag"

"thats reelly sad, i think beimg a hero wil be fun!" she smileds

he wuz so prety i just loked ag him as she ate her lench, her horns we small am poimty and his tial wuz long wit a litle heart at the end wich wuz cute an the dress wuz very prety on hum, he wuz the oretiest girl i had evr met

i tryd to stap ot of my thots by chuging the hole gallon of molk frm the carton andbit wofked cuz now all i cud think abot wuz the fact that im lac tose intodlerant an i gotbsick

aito notced that i lokked sick and asked if i wuz ohk "r u ok?"

"no, im dying from the milk" i sed depressed

"omg!!! why wud u do that!!1!!!??" he souted at me as he pulled me up n towads the nerses offece

we wer sitting in the nerses ofice wile she got medecen for me and i wached as aito kicked her legs back ad forth on da chair ciutely

"u kno ur pretty cute" i told him

"omg" he saud, blushing all her face and smilinh

then the nerse walkes in wit my midecane "here take yhis and no mor milk ok?" 

"yes mam" i said to the nerse politey bcuz she wuz won of da only adults i respected. she gook care of ne when my parents died from me usig my deth vision on then wen they took awy my xbox as a child mamking me ann orfan

me and atio walmed out if the offece and down da hallway. she casualy sliped her hand in2 mine an we held handz for da rest of da way yo class

when we gog 2 his classrom the bell rang but aito wuz abke to stay out in the hall wit me longr cuz the teacher sato wuz stil scred of me frkm beating hum up. i looked at hsr bautifil goldn eyes and smiled depresingly.

"i love u" i sed to him

"gasp, i lov u to!!" she seid very happy and huged me

i gave da teacher a men glare as i let her go into da classrom and waved goodby, her tail waged happliy begind her as she wakled.

i walled back down the hallway, i wuz actuallh hapy 4 onse, then i relized my poket wach wuz missinh. i went back to the clas and waited outside util the studens all left an saw aito at her desk.

"did u steel fron me?" i asked him, angry.

"yes" he said handing me te watch 

"why would u do dat?" i asked cknfused.

"cuz itz fun!!" shd shoated 

there wuz sokething wrong wit this girl, but i loved him. wd held hands ad walked out of da clasrom down da hallway. ther wuz a bulli that cam up to us and yelled at atio

"u stole my shit bitch!!" he yelled at her.

"dont fuckign cal her a bitch!!!" i screamed at him cuz i repsected women

i then beat the shit out of him angd piked aito up pricness atyle and caried him away out ofbthe school for lunch

"were do u want to go?" she asked.

"idk werever u want" i tolf him hotly

"ohh i kno were! theres this cut shop down the blok wit litle cakes!!" he said realy cheary "there so cute wit hearts on dem" he reallt liked hearts on stuff

"ok" i sed and we walked sown to da shop.

da cafe shop had dis realy cute  desine wita heart on da door an evrythin. we walked insid an the employe loked realy tierd. aito baugt a super pink heart covred sprinkle cipcake and i got da blak emo cupcak. we sat outsid undre an umnrela all romanctic and aito flaped his ears hapily as she ate her cupack. 

he wuz so cyute an prety it hurt my heart and i fdlt lke i wuz gona die. i had never ben jn lov b4, i wuz alws so alone an no on wanted to be my friwnd, but atio wuz diferent. she wuz werd an crazy and i lovd that. i ate mu cupkace sexuly and then we ealked back to the skool. we held hands al da way ther. 

"so wats ur family lik?" auto asked me

"i dont hav a family, i killed them wen i wuz litle" i told him depresingly

"oh woe, my dad left me wen i wuz lkttle" she told me

"so u have dady issues?" i aksed

"ye" he sed cutely

we walked togethr toword da skool but a vilain jumped in fromt of us. he puled out his klaws and smirksed at us. aito scremed and clung to me all scarred. i steped in frony of her to protec him from the villaim. He swipped at aito and i stepped in frony of it and got hit b4 blowing the ebil man up wit my death visian. he disintigrated and i fel to my nees in pain an aito sat next to me all woried.

"r u ok??" he asked me realy warried

"im fine" i chuckled, blood driping from my shirt.

"ur not fine! >:(" she shooted at me

he pulled me up and braut me back to da nerses ofic. da nurs wuznt ther so auto hads to fix mu wunds for me. she gently dabbed (lol) at mg slice wund as i winced in pan. 

"y did u do thay?" he asked me sadly

"do wot?" i looled at her confused

"get hurt 4 me" she sayd her voice craking a litlle

"cuz i luv u" i told him al emotionally

"i luv u 2!" she sed and kised me on the cheak

i didnt mind dat i wuz bleedimg cuz i jjst got a kis from aito so i wuz haply. i relizied dat i wuz in luv wit her. he looked at me wit his beutiful golden orbs an i couldnt liok away. aito takoa wuz da luv of my lyf.

we walkd out of da ofice togeder an went to lunch. aito went to his loker to git somthinf an i waited by da entrence for a wile ubtil i got impatent an ednt over to were her loker wuz. he was standing thefe wit som grey smoking kid namd jetsam ad talkimg to him hapily wich made me mad.

"why r u taking so lomg?" i askd her kind of upsetly

"i wuz just talkim go jatsim!" he said

"i dony want u talking 2 jatsam!" i shooted at her.

jetsom looked all scarred as i looked bat him ad growled. "dont talk yo her anymor ok??" i growld at him

"i can tak to who i want!!!" aito shooted at me

"no! only me!!!" i yelled ad used ny death glare of jitsam killimg hin instantly

"NOOOOOO!!!1!!11!!" atio scremed and ran away

"aito no come back!" i yeled at her as i ean after her

i tirned down da hall an saw aito at the entrance by the door all mad

"im srry i kiled jetsam." i sed to him

"its ok" he told me but stil looked sad

"i just got jelus" i sed depressedly

"wow relly?" she aksed me

"ye, i luv u an dont want any1 to tak u away from me" i confised to her.

"i didnt realize u felt that wae" he sed lookikg at me wit her shining goldn eyes

"do u feel da sam?" i asked her lookimg lyk a sad pupy in the rain

"i do" he tod me 

i puled her into a hug an we kised.

[jiminspjm]

stuffed full + namjoon k.

pairing: kim namjoon x reader

word count: 5.4k

genre: smut, some fluff at the end hehe

warnings: 18+! size kink, unprotected sex, namjoons fat dick (he’s huge oops), use of daddy … im sorry, pet names, breeding kink, mating press, oral, fingering, nipple play, i used the term daddy IM SORRY, praise kink, cockwarming, use of ‘whore’, dirty talk, this is filthy and this was basically an excuse to write smut because im a whore <3

sypnonsis: “i want every single piece of you.”

playlist: i miss you - adele : pearls - samantha gongol : U R - monsta x

dedicated to @rmverse i miss u and hope u are well muah, my favorite namjoon hoe 👹 <3

namjoon couldn’t keep his hands to himself. muffled moans came from your mouth as he kissed you. tongues clashing, as his large body pinned you against the elevator walls. his hands were stuffed down the front of your panties his fingers flicked your clit.

“hhh-namjoon-!” you whined, as his plush lips began to trail down your clavicle to the neckline of your sundress. how long was this elevator ride?

your voice fell on deaf ears as namjoon slipped his fingers inside you, scissoring them against your tight walls. with his freehand he pulled down the front of your dress, taking one of your pert nipples into his mouth. a ragged moan came from your lips as you felt your legs wobble from the sensations of his tongue rub your nipple. looking up at you, namjoon felt his cock harden at your head thrown back against the wall, chest rising. he swirled his tongue around the peak, nipping it gently. pulling his fingers from your soaked underwear, he pulled himself away from you. you breathed heavily as you watched him slip his fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices. you kept eye contact with him. licking his lips namjoon grinned at you as he pulled your dress up, then trailed a hand to your neck, gently holding it as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“im going to take you into your apartment, and make you come over and over, until you can only remember my name, would you like that little one?” namjoons deep voice rasped into your ear. groaning, you nodded as your hand found his massive bulge, straining against his slacks.

taking a deep breath namjoon swore under his breath as he pulled away from you just as the elevator finally reached your floor. grabbing your hand, he rushed you to your apartment, pulling out his own key you gave him. quickly inserting the key, he unlocked it and rushed you two inside. not even turning the lights on, he pushed you against the door, large body covering yours as he kissed you.

you heard a thump as you dropped your bag onto the hardwood floor, him quickly doing the same. teeth nipping at your swollen lips, namjoon groaned as your hand rubbed against his erection. his tongue licked around the seam of your lips, coating your arousal along your mouth.

“namjoon-ah! please can we go to my room?” you managed to get the question out as his lips trailed down your neck. licking the valley of your breasts, namjoon didn’t even answer as he picked you up, causing you to yelp as he wrapped your legs around his large figure.

kicking off his shoes, he navigated his way to your room in the dim lighting. after a few moments he entered your room, tossing you gently on the bed. the only light emitting was from the city that glowed through your floor to ceiling windows. your body bounced slightly, causing you to giggle. leaning back on your elbows, you could see namjoon smile at you, as his fingers traced down your legs to unclasp your sandals.

sighing as you felt him massage your sore feet, you laid down on the bed and streched your body. after a moment you felt the bed dip, and cool finger tips slid up your thigh, and under the hem of your dress. your breath became labored as you felt the fabric rest against your hips. you looked up at your ceiling, holding your breath.

“what cute panties you have on,” namjoon said lowly, followed by silence. “would be a shame if-“

before you could register what was happening, you felt the fabric snap. sitting up quickly, mouth agape you looked at your boyfriend.

“namjoon! you asshole those were my-!” before you could even get a sentence out you felt namjoons warm tongue on your drenched center. your words faded into a moan, as you gripped his hair, pushing his face further into you.

“oh fucking hell, please!” you don't even know what you were pleading for, namjoon chuckled against your pussy. pulling at his dark roots, you felt your legs begin to shake as he kept your thighs apart with his hands. plunging his tongue inside you namjoon worked the muscle, in and out, flattening it against your hole. you moaned, the noise echoing in the quiet room. you felt yourself clench as namjoons large hands squeezed the flesh of your thighs. his fingers began to trail up to your boobs as his fingers tweaked your soft nipples.

pushing yourself into him harder, you began to grind against him. his tongue pushed itself further into you, his fingers still plucking at your sensitive nubs. throwing your head back in pleasure, you released his head to grip the headboard. you pulled your lip between your teeth as you felt your legs shake from your boyfriends ministrations.

“fucking hell namjoon, please! y-you know they’re sensitive-!” you whined as he moved his face back and forth, ignoring your cries as he slapped your tit gently.

finally, pulling away from you, he slowly licked his lips, looking at you in the dim lighting. he smirked slowly, pulling himself up from between your thighs. leaning in towards you, he placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“you taste divine, little one.” he said, his voice husky and low. breathing harshly, you pulled his mouth to yours by the collar of his shirt, not caring if you could taste yourself. you kissed him deeply, as your fingernails dug into his dress shirt. namjoon groaned against your mouth as he grinded his clothed erection on your bare pussy.

“please let me suck you, please.” you whimpered against his mouth. namjoon felt his dick harden even more, he felt as if he was going to rip through his slacks. namjoon chuckled at you, making your center gush even more.

“sure baby, but not for too long, i still want time to sink into your pretty pussy.” he said, placing one last kiss to your lips. you smiled at him, as he pulled away from you to sit at the edge of your bed. with wobbly legs, you slid on the plush carpet in front of him. namjoons massive thighs were spread, as he looked down at you.

“such a good girl for me, want me cock that bad huh?” he said, leaning down. his hands pulled at the fabric of your dress, indicating he wanted it off. raising your hands above your head, namjoon pulled the dress off, tossing it somewhere in your room. you felt your hair tickle your collarbones, as you self consciously put your hands across your chest.

“ah ah ah, let me see your pretty tits, or you can’t have.” he said eyeing his erection. you slowly removed your hands from yourself, placing them in your lap. namjoon smiled at you, sincerely. “you’re so beautiful baby, all mine.” he said, pulling you up to straddle him. your small body was perched on his large lap as you hovered above him. you smiled as he pressed a gentle kiss on your collarbone.

“hey your distracting me mister, also why am i the only one naked?” you said with a pout. namjoons low voice chuckled at you.

“my bad, little one. on your knees for me okay?” he said, lifting you easily by the waist and setting you on the floor once again. nodding you sat back on your knees and watched as he ran his fingers through his long grey hair.

slowly, namjoons long fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing his tan pectorals. you felt your slick against your thighs as he pulled the shirt from being tucked into his slacks. you gaped at him, as his toned, large body is revealed. slight indents of abs showing through, shows he has been working hard at the gym. namjoon grins at your expression as he adjusts his chain around his neck.

“you are so out of my league.” you murmur. namjoon chuckles, large hands going for his belt.

“no baby, quite the opposite,” he says removing his belt and holding it in his hands. his slacks ride low on his hips, revealing the deep indents by his hips and the band of his calvin klein boxers. tossing his belt across the room, he then unbuttons his slacks and lets them fall. you practically drool as his large muscular thighs come into your view. your eyes wander to the very large tent in his boxers. eyes widening a bit, you feel your mouth water.

“its been awhile hasn’t it?” he says, kicking his pants to the side, and sitting on the bed. he leans back on his hands, muscles contracting as he looks down at you. gulping you nod at him, hands still in your lap.

licking your lips you say, “two weeks. you’ve been busy with your schedule.” you say with a shrug. namjoon frowns a little. he leans forward bringing a hand to stoke your cheek.

“im sorry love. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.” he says gently. you lean into his touch and smile at him.

“i know nams, im not mad.” you say seriously. namjoon sags in relief, pulling away from you, his dark eyes pool with lust. his hand goes to his large erection, gently palming it.

“come here, little one.” namjoon says, a deep rasp in his voice. you shuffle forward on your knees to fully seat yourself in front of him. his body heat makes you feel warm, perspiration begins to make its way to your neck. licking your lips, you look up at your boyfriend who towers over you even while sitting down. with shaky hands, you palm him through his boxers. namjoon groans as he leans back on his elbows. bicep muscles bulging as his breath becomes labored.

not wasting a second, you gently pull down his boxers. you feel yourself salivate as his fat cock flops out and against namjoons happy trail. sighing in relief, namjoon looks down at you, grinning smugly. hands rested against his thighs, you look at his memeber.

probably about the size of your forearm, his cock twitches as it lays a few inches above namjoons bellybutton. his tip is shiny with precum, and three thick, long veins line along the sides. his balls are heavy and full. not only is he impressive in size, but his girth. taking finger, you skim it up the sides as you rub the precum of his tip along the head.

“oh fuck, __ please.” namjoon begs lowly as he lays back fully. contemplating, you watch as your boyfriends chest rises and falls slowly. feeling your body grow hot you ask him.

“can i sit on it?” you ask in a small voice. namjoons breath falters and he quickly sits up. looking down at you, he quirks an eyebrow.

“why?” he asks, confused. you become shy, drawing shapes into his thighs you cough.

“it feels good, and i know you like it when i sit on you. plus it will prep me for when you actually fuck me.” you say looking at him under your lashes. namjoon mouth is slightly agape as he looks at you.

“christ, who knew you were such a whore for my cock baby?” namjoon says, pulling you up by your waist. the slick against your inner thighs is causing you to squirm. you wanted him in you, bad. namjoon shuffles back on the bed, pulling you with him, he lays back against some of your pillows, thighs spread out. he’s massive. sweat sheens against his strong chest, as he breaths heavily. gold chain resting haphazardly against his collarbones, as he rests his hands behind head. his cock lays on his thigh, a bit soft now but still thick and pulsating. you crawl between his thighs, nervous as you grab his member and gently tug. namjoons breath falters as he clenches his thighs, shutting his eyes he lets out a deep breath.

“let me take care of you, baby.” you say, straddling him. namjoons eyes, still closed he nods as he crossed his forearms over his eyes. you lower yourself onto his member, not putting it in yet as you grind against him. you both moan at the contact, as you put your hands on his chest, moving your slick cunt back and forth on his thick cock.

“oh f-fuck, that feels so good.” namjoon moans, opening his eyes to look at you. you stare at him, breathing slowly as your pussy grinds against him. his tip nudges your clit once in awhile making you twitch.

“your c-cock feels so good,” you whine, moving your hips faster. “i can’t wait for you to be in me, stuffing me full of you.” you say, as you brace yourself on his chest. namjoons breathing becomes extremely labored as he feels his cock pulsate under your wet pussy. he begins to grow harder.

“let me fill you up baby, shh its okay.” namjoon says, putting his hands on your hips, moving you at a slower pace. you whine more, as his tip prods at your nub. you look at namjoon as he sits up slightly, hands still holding your hips. “tell me if it hurts, okay?” namjoon says, rubbing gentle circles into your flesh. you nod, leaning forward to place a kiss on his mouth. reciprocating back, he kisses you sweetly, as he takes one hand to grab his member. you sigh against his mouth, as you sit up higher. he nudges his tip against your wet center, slapping it lightly a few times. “you’re so wet for me, kitten.” namjoon groans, teasing his swollen tip against your tight hole.

“only for you-!” not even being able to get the full sentence out, namjoon pulls you slowly onto his engorged head. digging your nails into his shoulders at the pressure, you let out a low moan as you feel yourself pop over his head. “oh fucking hell, namjoon.” you whine into his neck as you swivel your hips against his head, “it feels so good daddy.” you say, and immediately freeze. namjoons grip tightens on your waist and his breathing becomes labored. silence envelopes the room, only your breathing could be heard. before you could say something you feel namjoon thrust his length entirely into you, well most of it. throwing your head back at the intense pressure, you clench tightly around him. “ngggg-n-nam,” you can’t even get a full sentence out as namjoon grips your hips, to situate you fully on his fat cock. “s-so full.” you stutter, as you feel him in your bellybutton.

“fucking hell, __ you know what calling that does to me.” namjoon growls, slapping your bottom harshly then gripping the pinked flesh. moaning, you wiggle against him, feeling every ridge and veins skim your walls. “you’re so small on my lap, my cock barely fits in you. i can see the bulge in your stomach, little one.” namjoon whispers in your ear. you are still nestled around him, arms wrapped around his back, as his arms rest by your hips. “you like having daddy’s fat cock in your hole hmm? c-cant even fit all the way in.” he says, thrusting his hips up into you gently.

you feel fuzzy, as your clit brushes his dark patch of hair at the base of his cock. “i-i feel so full, so good namjoon. you’re so big, stuffing me full of your cock.” you say, rubbing your hard nipples against his chest. namjoon curses, gripping your ass tightly before spanking the supple flesh. gently he pulls you away from him so he can lay back on the pillows, his biceps bulge as he once again rests his hands behind his head.

“mmm, such a good girl. grind on my cock, get yourself off kitten. then i will fuck you and fill you with my cum over and over.” he says, slapping your ass harshly. you groan as the sting mixes with the pleasure of him deep inside you. he smirks at you, taking his chain in between his lips. you watch him, as his large body stretching back to watch you, hooded eyes lustfully flitting across your face. aware that your pussy is dripping around his large member you nod at him.

resting your hands on his stomach, you move for the first time. not confident enough to actually ride him, you grind back and forth— keeping him inside your heat. “oh-h that feels so good-!” you moan, as his tip brushes your gspot. moving slowly, you grind your clit against his pubes. you felt so full, so unbelievably full. namjoon watches you, using his cock to get yourself off. he felt his breathing get heavy. sitting up a bit he brings his hands to play with your nipples, tweaking one with each hand. he watches your eyes roll in the back of your head, as you instinctively roll your hips. namjoon feels his dick twitch as you slowly roll your hips against him, clenching like a vice.

“fucking, h-hell.” he groans, pinching your nipples harder. not being able to take it anymore, he sits up again causing you to moan at the sudden deepness. pushing up on his knees, he folds you in half. eyes widened, you scramble to hold the bedsheets. “im going to breed your pretty pussy, and make you cum. then i will take you from behind.” namjoon hisses. you look at him between your legs, feeling the burning sensation of your thighs.

“please, breed me daddy.” you whine, clenching around him. namjoon swears, before pulling completely out of you, making you hiss at the sudden emptiness before he slams his fat cock back into your tight hole.

“NGGH-NAMJOON!” you scream, as his relentlessly thrusts in and out of you. balls slapping against your ass harshly, as your boyfriend fucks you. he breaths heavily, his chain slapping against his chest. you feel like you’re gonna be split in half, and you love it. the bed squeaks beneath you as he thrusts your tight hole.

“yeah that's it, fuck, take it. like the good girl you are, you like daddy's fat cock huh? it barely fits still, your small cunt cant take it. your so tiny beneath me. i love it. seeing my cock move in your stomach, fuck. i love you.” namjoon says, thrusting quicker. sweat sheens his forehead, making his grey hair stick to it.

“hah! ah-i love you!” you cry. you feel warm breath fan your nipple as he envelopes the peak and sucks gently. he takes the other one between his finger tips and rolls the swollen nub gently. “n-namjoon, you’re so big, i feel s-so-,” you hiccup, not even able to get a sentence out. namjoon sucks on your breasts like his life depends on it. pulling away from your boob, he pulls away but continues to rub the swollen peaks with his thumbs.

“yeah, you like that? your nipples are so sensitive. fuck, i know you like when i play with them.” he groans, feeling you clench continuously around him. you feel a familiar wetness begin, whining you try and push his hands away.

“namjoon, p-please your gonna make me squirt-!” you whine, as his rubs his thumbs quicker. namjoon smirks down at you, drool trickles from the corner of your mouth.

“oh fuck! look at that, your creaming my cock baby.” namjoon teases. watching as a white substance coats his cock as he pulls in and out of you.

“hah! fuck y-mmm!” your insult is swallowed up by his lips as he plunges his tongue into your mouth, smacking his lips against yours harshly. he pulls away, a string of saliva keeps you connected.

“are you close little one?” namjoon asks, looking down at you.

“yes, but please make keep going. keep going, please, please daddy.” you beg, gripping the bed sheets tightly to the point you think they may rip. namjoon swears under his breath as he pulls your thighs down to rest on his hips.

“lay on your stomach for me baby.” namjoon rasps. breathing heavily, you nod sitting up. you feel namjoons dick begin to slip out of you as you turn around to lay on your stomach, but that feeling of emptiness is brief as you feel namjoons slide his wet dick snugly back into you. you feel your toes curl as his hands press themselves onto your hips. one of his thighs rests on either side of you, while one foot is planted on the floor. namjoon pushes down on your hips as he thrusts harshly into you, his low groans fill the room. your face is buried into your comforter as you feel his heavy sack slap against your wet center.

“nggggh,” your moans are muffled by the bed, as namjoon continues to thrust harder and harder.

“ugh,” he groans. the sound of skin slapping echoes through the room. as namjoon thrusts harshly into you. namjoons arms give out and he lays himself on top of you, being careful not to crush you with his large frame. you feel one of his hands snake up around the front of your neck, holding your head up and the other to roughly grab your breasts. you see yourself in the mirror that is situated by the door next to your closet. even though the lighting is low, you can make out the flush of your cheeks and how small you look under namjoon. “look how sexy you look as i fuck your tight hole.” namjoon moans into your ear, gently nipping at the shell. “i wish you could see my cock getting sucked in by your greedy pussy, so pretty.” he murmurs, tweaking your nipples. you can’t even let out a coherent response as he brings his fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. you gag slightly as he scissors his fingers along your molars. you feel like you are about to explode from all the sensations he is doing to your body, but the fullness of his cock is the one you feel the most. slowing his thrusts, namjoon pulls out causing you to let out a painful whine.

“namjoon, what the fuck!” you cry, as you turn your head to look at him. your boyfriends chest heaves, as he looks at you. only lust can be seen in his dark eyes. his cock looks heavy, and shiny with your juices. you feel your hole clench in want, needing to be filled up. slapping the bed, you whine looking at him. frustrated tears blur your vision, “why did you pull out?! i was so clo-,” before you can finish your complaint, namjoon stands at the end of the bed, grabbing you roughly by the waist he lifts you effortlessly. yelping, you wrap your hands around his shoulders to steady yourself as he walks towards your windows, which leads to the balcony overlooking seoul. he stands you up so that you are facing the windows, your legs feel wobbly as your toes sink into the carpet. you faintly see his reflection looking back at you, you let out a deep breath.

“place your hands on the window, kitten.” namjoon says in a low voice. you inhale sharply before placing your hands on the window, the glass becomes foggy due to you standing so close, and the cool glass makes your nipples perk. namjoon positions himself behind you grabbing your hips. before you can question what he’s doing, namjoon lifts your legs to wrap around his waist. you yelp, as your cheek presses against the glass.

“namjoon what are you d-!nng!” before you could protest namjoons tip enters into you, feeling yourself pop over his swollen head he pushes himself fully into your heat.

“ffffuck, yeah,” namjoon lets out a long groan as he watches his cock sink into you. “fuck, your cunt is so tight, even the third time i still feel like i cant fit. but your cunt can take it hmm? you want my fat cock in you all the time, don’t you baby? maybe next time i will fill both holes at the same time.” he says his finger ghosting over your untouched hole, you feel yourself clench. “oh? you like that, how naughty. maybe i’ll stuff your cunt with one of your toys and my cock too, would you like that?” namjoon says as he slaps your ass roughly. all you can do is whine, as the only thing holding you up is your boyfriend, as he pulls you back and forth on his dick. you feel your feet dangle next to his waist, you aren’t surprised your boyfriend could hold you up but from how sweaty you were getting you felt yourself losing grip on the window.

“namjoon-ah! im slipping, i can’t stay up,” you groan as he lands another slap on your ass. before you could chastise your boyfriend for putting your body in this position, he grabs you by your breasts, holding you to the front of his chest. you feel your back against his warm, sweaty chest as you look down where your connected.

“hmm, see that? i can see my bulge inside you, how cute.” he says, placing searing kisses along your neck. you tilt your head back on his shoulder as he tweaks your swollen nubs. namjoon grinds himself against you, relishing in the way your hole clenches around him. you breathing has turned short, as he pulls and twists your nipples. looking down you can see a bump right below your bellybutton. namjoon hums, “im going to sit on your bed, and you are going to ride me, okay little one? i like watching you squirm on my cock as its nice and deep in you. if you are a good girl, i will cum in you and you can sit on my dick and keep it nice and warm,” namjoon says, still fondling you.

“nng, yes namjoon, p-please let me cum.” you whine, bringing your hand to your clit, rubbing yourself as his cock pulses inside you. you hear namjoon swear lowly, as he walks back to the bed, sitting on the edge of it.

“turn around.” he says. pulling yourself out of him one last time, you turn to face him. muscular thighs spread as he looks at you. a smile comes over his face. “i love you, __. your pleasure is my priority. get yourself off on me once again, little one.” he says, with love in his eyes as he cups your face. a smile stretches' across your lips as you straddle him. “i love you nams.” you say softly, bringing him in for a kiss. lips still connected, you take his large member into your hand, guiding it to your pussy. teasing yourself a bit, you rub his head against your swollen folds. whimpering into namjoons mouth, he grips your waist and thrusts up into your heat once more. throwing your head back, your hands find his shoulders as you begin to slide up and down on his fat cock.

“so, s-so full,” you moan, as his tip brushes your cervix. namjoon pulls his plump lip between his teeth as he watches you ride him.

“you’re so pretty.” he says simply, as he takes on of your breasts into his mouth, “so beautiful, creaming yourself all over my cock.” he says, swirling his tongue on your erect nipple. the sensations from his tongue has you reeling as you bounce faster on his dick.

“close, so close, please!” you cry, you don’t even know what you are begging for. namjoon lays all the way back on the bed, taking his thumbs and rubbing them in circular motions on your nubs.

“cmon baby,” he moans, throwing his head back. “mm close too, come on.” namjoon says, feeling his cock pulsate inside you. you focus on the sensations from your nipples, as you lean back and place your hands on namjoons thighs, grinding on his dick as you feel him hit that one spot over and over. with one thumb on your nipple, namjoon brings his other hand down to your clit, rubbing in slow, circular motions.

you see spots of white and black as you feel your orgasm approaching, your moans become louder and louder as you milk namjoons cock.

“oh! oh! oh fuck im-!” you scream as you feel yourself come undone, juices spraying on the tuft of hair at his base, and along his stomach. namjoon swears loudly, as he feels you clench heavily around him. you feel yourself still coming undone as namjoon grabs your hips and thrusts himself in and out of you at an inhumane pace. you feel your breasts bouncing, the only thing you hear is skin slapping aggressively and namjoons low moans. through bleary eyes you watch as namjoon throws his head back as he continues to fuck his cock into you.

“n-namjoon please im sensitive!” you whine, as you lean back on his thighs, still feeling yourself come undone.

“fuck! __!” namjoon feels himself clench as he grabs your ass harshly, squeezing the flesh as he empties himself into you. you whine lowly as you feel your self become full of his seed. thrusting lazily into you, namjoon continues to empty his seed into your heat. you feel yourself cum once more, your juices mixing with his release. you let out a groan as you fall onto namjoons chest, both your bodies slick with perspiration and cum. namjoon pulls out slowly, but not before thrusting in and out a few times, milking your pussy.

“nam, please. i can’t feel my pussy.” you whine, slapping his muscular chest. namjoon chuckles, as he pushes his cock fully into you. you flinch at the sensitivity, but find yourself getting wet once more. you both lay there, as he lazily thrusts in and out of your cunt. you hum, feeling filled to the brim. with wobbly arms you sit up, making his cock sink fully into you once more. a chill comes over you, as you whine from the fullness.

“i thought you couldn’t feel your pussy, hm?” namjoon teases as he rests his arms behind his head. you roll your eyes as you lift yourself off him, whining at the rawness of your folds. you watch his fat cock flop onto his stomach. his seed pours out of you, slowly trickling down your thigh. “no keep it in,” he whines “you’re so warm.” he says, grabbing his cock and nudging your hole. snickering at your boyfriends neediness, you grab his somewhat erect member and bring it to your folds.

“mmmm,” you moan, as you sink slowly down onto it. “why do you have to be so big?” you whine, as you fully settle onto him, namjoon thrusts up into you. yelping slightly you send him a glare. “i agreed to sit on it, give me some time to recover, asshole. i think you broke my pussy.” you pouted, leaning forward to lay on his chest.

namjoon snorts, “impossible, your cunt was made for me.” he says, giving your ass a firm slap. whining, you clench around him causing him to groan. “please stop clenching or im going to tie you to the bed and fuck the shit out of you.” he says in all seriousness. you fingers fiddle with his chain, as he rubs his fingers along your spine.

“hmm, give me an hour then you can,” you say cheekily, earning another slap on your ass. namjoon sits up, sheathing himself further into you. his grey hair is wet against his neck and forehead, he raises an eyebrow.

“give me and hour then i will.” namjoon says, standing up with his dick still inside you. he walks to the other side of the bed, laying down with you on top of him. you wiggle to get yourself comfortable. namjoon watches as you squirm on top of him. “relax baby, i just want you to lay with me.” namjoon says gently, rubbing circles into your skin. looking down at him you smile before leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek.

“i love you.” you say sincerely, pressing another kiss to his lips. namjoon smiled against you, running his fingers up your bare back.

“hmmm, i didn’t hurt you did i?” he asks, eyes flitting across your body. you giggle at your boyfriends concern.

“does it look like you did, you nerd,” you tease, fingering the metal of his chain. rolling his eyes, he firmly slaps your bottom, making you squeak from the impact.

“be nice.” he scolds, pulling you close to his chest. you grin as you lay your head on his strong chest. silence envelopes the room, as you feel your eyes begin to flutter shut. namjoon rubs gentle circles into your back, lulling you to sleep.

“i love you too baby.”

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SO THIS WAS PRIVATE FOR AWHILE BUT HERE U GO LMAO FOR NAMJOONS BDAY YAYYY <3

well, there u go lol. i am so shit at writing endings ;-; so i am sorry, but i start uni this week so i am not entirely off of my hiatus but i will try and be more active, i really wanna edit my theme and fix my masterlist so i will try and get that done this week slowly. updating links is so annoying. also kinda wanna change my user. but idk, so yeah! hope yall liked it, deadass had to read hella smut and look at twitter for ideas , im not gonna link anything cus ... im ashamed haha. namjoon got me outta my slump so thank him hehe, have a good day! <3

[namgyunation]

Hey love! Thank you for taking time to answer my message and oh I loved it ahaha. I love when people yap abt smth they re very passionate about. I completely agree with what you said about his character.✨

it’s actually crazy because I’ve thought about him in such a similar way. A lot of people just reduce him to being a straight-up villain or an irredeemable asshole, but I always saw him as more of a pathetic, insecure guy who lashes out because he’s stuck in his own self-loathing. He’s not evil, he’s just deeply flawed and, in a way, kind of tragic. Like you said, take him out of the extreme, desperate circumstances of the games, and he’s just a guy with issues—someone who could have had a normal life and even good moments if things had gone differently.

I also find myself really curious about why he turned out like that. People don’t just act that way for no reason, and I feel like there’s so much to explore about his past, what led him to become the person we see in the show, and whether he could have changed under different circumstances. That’s why I really love your take on him and the way you’re diving into his pre-game life—it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot too!

I actually have a few fan fic ideas that could explore this perspective even further, but I’m not the best at writing myself. If you’d be open to it and feel like they’d interest you, I’d love to share them with you and see if you’d want to write them in your style! No pressure at all, just thought I’d reach out since it feels like we’re on the same page about him (and it also feels like a safe space ahah). And this ideea just haunts me…like it’s a headcanon for me : him and his partner splitting (officially this time, after he lost the savings and after he also stole his gf money which was the last straw) and reuniting in the games (this is my obsession like I know it would have happened like this). And I would just love to read about this reunion and his reactions I swear. But I think I can dive in later with my vision.😅😅

Also, I’m a little shy about putting myself out there, so I’d rather stay anonymous—but you can recognize me by this signature: ☁️. If you ever see it again, you’ll know it’s me!

Let me know what you think!☺️🫶🏻☁️

nah fr!!! like c'mon now y'all... nam-gyu's not a supervillain... he's actually just a pathetic loser!

and omg yesss plssss feel free!!!!!! i'm like so open to talking about nam-gyu / hearing about any ideas related to him LOLLL

i've been really wanting to write a fic nam-gyu x reader that takes place in the games, but i just haven't been able to get myself to do it yet, so i'm soo down to hear abt ur ideas :))

and ofc ofc!!! <3 ☁️ if u ever do feel like coming off anon and would rather i just answer the msg privately rather than posting it, u can let me know as well :] <333 my dms are also always open! thank u smmm again for the kindness, and i'm looking forward to hearing from u again MWAH <3