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—- namgyu x reader

—- extremely suggestive, not explicit smut / drug use / pill swapping / he spits into your mouth a couple of times / spit play / mean!dom!namgyu / filthy dirty talk / degradation / praise

—- a/n: this shit is filthy and shamelessly self-indulgent. i need this man to spit into my mouth. now.

thinking about how namgyu would pull you into taking the pills with him. dangling that cross necklace in front of your face and looking at you with that light pout, drawling on about how boring you are. “why won’t you just take one fuckin’ pill with me? ‘d look so pretty with huge blown pupils. so pretty f’me…” squirming just the tiniest bit as you sit together on the cot because you wanna be pretty for him. you wanna be good for him. his one large hand reaching for your leg, the other playing with the cross — silver bands on his long fingers clinking against the metal and it makes you want to know what else he could do with them.

the grin that cracks out on his lips once you finally agree makes you weak in the knees. you would probably keel over if you both weren’t huddled against the far end of the bed, near the wall. not completely out of sight from prying eyes but still… good enough for you. “so, do i jus’—“ “ah-ah…lemme give it to you. gotta make sure you swallow it properly, no?”

he flicked the pill up with his thumb, caught it on his tongue without breaking eye contact. held it there. lips parted, teeth gleaming behind it, his tongue curling just enough to show it—wet and resting pretty like an invitation you hadn’t earned yet.

you hadn’t even blinked before his thumb was hooking under your lip, tilting your head back just enough to make your neck stretch oh, so pretty for him. the pill glinted on his tongue, perched right in the middle like an offering laced in vice—white, powdery, and waiting. he smirked around it, that grin all cracked sin and cruel affection, then curled his tongue slowly to show you how wet it was already, how warm it would be inside your pretty little mouth.

“watch real fuckin’ close,” he murmured, voice molasses-thick and dirty. “you wanna take my pills, you take ’em my way.”

he leaned in—close enough so that you could taste his breathe; sweet and dangerous — and then, with a flick of his head, he spit the pill onto your tongue. no gentle tilt of the chin, no warning. just a hot, slick shot of saliva mixed with crushed-down powder, the pill hitting your tongue with a wet little tap. it rolled against the roof of your mouth and stuck there, and before you could even flinch or react—

he grabbed the back of your head and smashed your mouths together. tongue-first. all spit and teeth and wet, vulgar heat. he needed to taste you so bad. needed to feel how corruption tasted on your tongue.

the kiss was filthy—messy as fuck—tongue shoving past your lips to smear every trace of him deeper inside. the pill split open between you two, bitter and raw, crushed further by the force of namgyu’s tongue as he licked into you like he was hungry for more. as if he wanted to brand his taste into your mouth — so that you would never swallow again without thinking about him. your moan cracked sharp in your throat, swallowed and muffled by his kiss; jaw forced open wider as his spit dripped down the corners of your mouth.

he didn’t let up.

his tongue was deep, obscene, fucking into your mouth like it belonged there. when you tried to pull away, just a second to breathe, he spit again—a thick strand that strung from his mouth to yours, caught your tongue and your swollen, plush lips. “swallow it,” he snarled into you, still panting against your lips. “better not waste anythin’ I give to you. yeah? yeah? such a filthy girl.”

you gasped, throat tightening, the bitter chemical taste melting with the heat of him. and then you did exactly what he said; swallowed. obedient and pretty. like he wanted you to be. namgyu watched you do it, blown pupils never leaving yours. he gripped your cheeks between ringed fingers and yanked your face up, forcing that pretty mouth of yours open again. “lemme fuckin’ see.”

an involuntary moan escaped from your throat before you gave into him. you always would. tongue lolled out. empty. slick. still shining. just like your eyes, lashes wet and glistening as they batted up at him.

his grin cracked wider—feral now, eyes blown.

“atta girl. knew you’d take it like that.” he spat again, just because. right on your tongue. “keep that in your mouth. i want you to remember how i taste when you’re floatin’.” you moaned again, desperate and breathless, mouth still open, lips red and glistening.

he kissed you one more time—slower now, but still filthy, tongue dragging across you teeth like he meant to carve his name there, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and groaning when you did the same. and when he finally pulled away, spit still stringing between your lips and connecting you two like an unholy band, he panted: “next time i’ll come in your fuckin’ mouth and call it medicine for that pretty throat. you’d take that too, huh? i know you will, my pretty filthy girl.”

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