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Rotting with nostalgia, I remember that a year ago I was reading his fanfiction, what happened?
thank you hwang in-ho and seong gi-hun
The Life Ahead: Ch. 13 (Trajectory Sequel)
Pairing: Choi Seunghyn x Fem Reader
Summary: You and your mother finally have a heart to heart in hopes of moving forward.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, language, adult themes/topics, mention of family member death, pregnancy, mention of oral (M receiving), sex.
Namgyu x bimbo! reader
mean namgyu brainrot go brrr
warnings: 18+, drug & alcohol use, corruption kink, degradation, p into v, somo, free use
The two of you meet one night at Club Pentagon, Namgyu spots you out from the second floor balcony in the VIP section. You are hard to miss on the dancefloor, dancing with your group of girlfriends while in a skin tight dress, your tits almost spilling out. Later in the night, your friends make their way over to the VIP section, trying to get Thanos’ attention and an invitation to come into the lounge.
Thanos urges Namgyu to let them in, making room for you and all your friends on the couch. Namgyu has seen this scene a thousand times before, groupies coming over to get Thanos’ attention, and he entertains them before hooking up with one or a few of the girls. All while Namgyu sits there bored, occasionally taking the drugs offered around the table since he has no plans on going home with some Thanos groupie.
He waits for your friends to pile in before taking his usual spot on the end of one of the couches, reaching for his phone as he ignores the high pitched giggles and flirting around him. Namgyu just sees you as another one of the groupies until you take a seat next to him, your back mostly turned to the others as you eye him up and down.
You have to initiate conversation with him first, which feels like pulling teeth since he doesn’t want to seem interested in you. As much of a loser he is, he doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing he is into this or just how much he is loving the attention given to him.
If you are persistent to keep talking to him throughout the night, he will slowly start to open up and become more talkative. He is hardly talked to in the VIP section, let alone asked questions about himself personally. He loves the attention you are giving him, obviously flirting with him while you push your tits together and bite your lip as you nod along to whatever he is saying.
At first he is hesitant to believe that you are actually into him and not just up here to get free drinks or to be closer to the rapper. But once he realizes you are actually into him, he gets the biggest power trip off of the attention you give him. His whole job is centered around listening to other people's orders and trying to make guests happy to benefit the club, but now he finally has someone to give orders to, you. He loves how dumb and naive you are, clinging to each of his words and believing him without question.
It takes him a few weeks before he will take the relationship somewhat seriously, and a couple more months before he will openly call you his girlfriend to others. He lets you move in a couple weeks into dating, and although he should probably get a roommate to help contribute to the rent, he thinks it's worth it when he comes home and sees you dressed in your short skirts and tight shirts without a bra or panties. He loves seeing you around the apartment in nothing but one of his shirts and pink lacy panties, doing chores before he goes to work. The idea of having a stupid submissive housewife cleaning and cooking while he is at work makes his cock twitch more than he would ever admit.
If he is older than you, he will use his age and experience as a way to manipulate you. He loves seeing how naive you are, watching you hang on every last word as he outright lies to you.
He is also a master manipulator, gaslighting you whenever you whine at him for being home 2 hours later than he said. He’ll convince you into believing he told you he was going to be home later, that you're too dumb and forgetful and you need to apologize to him. Which you believe because you don’t know any better. If you complain about him coming home high, he will outright lie and deny it, all while he is slipping on a hoodie to hide the fresh trackmarks on the inside of his arm.
He’ll get annoyed at you for spending money on getting your nails or lashes done, and then go out the same night and blow money on drugs trying to impress someone at the club. If you were to ever become aware of it (which he doubts will ever happen), he'll tell you it's a business expense and something you don’t need to worry about.
He has a corruption kink, and he knows he can get you to do almost anything for him with enough convincing. He knows how to get what he wants with enough pet names, and you’ll be melting in his hands and staring at him wide eyed, listening to whatever demands he wants. He’ll seldom use pet names on purpose, only pulling them out when necessary since he knows he can get whatever he wants with them.
“C’mon baby, do you know how hot it’ll be to do a line off your tits? You want to make me happy, right?”
If you want to dress revealingly or trashy while you're out together, he doesn’t care. He’s definitely under the “I knew you were a hoe before we dated” mentality.
He convinces you to come to the club often so he can keep an eye on you while you dance and he works. He watches you dance with your friends from afar, making sure you are safe. With enough begging, you can drag him out onto the dance floor as you drunkenly dance and grind up on him to the rap music playing.
If you don’t want to dance at the club, he will keep you in the VIP section with him. He wants everyone to know you’re his and wants to show you off, letting you sit in his lap while his fingers tug at the hem of your short tight dress. He will make casual conversation with Thanos and others while subtly groping you, ignoring the way you twitch and whine in his lap.
One night while partying, he watches as you throw back shot after shot and how horny you progressively get. It starts off with you rubbing your acrylics up and down his thigh, watching as his leg twitches and stiffens as he tries to ignore you while he is doing his job. Namgyu’s breaking point is when you are sitting on his lap, grinding your ass against his dick with your dress riding up with each movement, threatening to show off your lacy thong to everyone at the table.
He will finish his conversation before grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you over to the closest bathroom stall. He’ll bend you over as your hands press against the wall, the toilet underneath you as he quickly undoes his belt. He doesn’t bother undressing you, only sliding your thong to the side before shoving his dick in you.
“Such a fucking whore, soaking wet from showing everyone just how much of a slut you are.”
If you are open to the idea of getting high with him, he will have you begging on your knees in front of him with your tongue sticking out. He wants to see how desperate you will get before he drops the LSD tab on your tongue.
If you frequently want to get high with him, he will give you the cheapest and weakest shit he has. You don’t know the difference, and it saves him money to go spend on the stronger shit for himself. He probably feels a little guilty for feeding into your addiction when you are so naive. But any guilt goes away when he realizes just how horny you get when you’re high.
He loves getting you drunk and high at the club, waiting to fuck you until you are back at the apartment. He won't bother making it to the bedroom before he is undressing you, throwing you onto the couch and folding your legs back, seeing how wet you are as you are spread out in front of him.
Big fan of teasing you by smacking his dick against your clit, watching the way you twitch and whine out for him to fuck you. The sound of how wet you get mixed with your begging is enough to almost make him cum on the spot.
Also loves grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him, staring down at your dumb fucked out face as you drool around his thumb in your mouth. He loves spitting degrading words at you, knowing you're too cock drunk to understand anything he is saying.
“Dumb fucking slut. Love getting ruined by me, huh?”
He’ll slowly introduce you into free use, first starting off by groping you while watching a movie on the couch. If you question what he’s doing, he will reassure you by telling you this is normal and to be a good girl and keep paying attention to the tv.
He will keep pushing your boundaries until he can come up behind you while you are washing dishes, bending you over and pulling your panties down before slipping his dick in. He’ll hold your hips in place as he plows into you, hardly giving you enough time to adjust to his thick cock. He’ll cum in you, pulling out and watching as the cum leaks down your thigh as he buttons up his pants. Depending on the day, he will take a photo of your leaking pussy without you knowing.
“I gotta go to work, don’t expect me to be home on time.” he says over his shoulder while stepping out of the apartment, leaving you a breathless mess as you struggle to support yourself on the counter.
You try your best to stay up for him after work, but sometimes you fall asleep while waiting for him. Namgyu will come home late to find you curled up in bed with your matching pink pajamas, your sleep shorts hiked up far enough to show off your panties.
He pulls your panties to the side, making sure to not wake you up while his fingers trace up and down your slit. He watches the way your face reacts to his touches and the whines you make as he starts to rub at your clit, spreading around your slickness in small circles. He slowly sticks two fingers in, making sure to not wake you as he begins to finger you. He loves watching the way you unconsciously grind onto his hand and the soft moans you let out as you unknowingly cum over his fingers. If you wake up after cumming, he will shush you by slipping his fingers into your mouth, praising you as you mindlessly start cleaning your cum off his fingers.
Oh Jae-Won the incredible man that you are
admiration [2]
pairing- choi seunghyun x f!reader
contents- smut, unprotected piv, fingering, multiple orgasms, dubcon (kind of?), dom!seunghyun, yandere and obsession
synopsis- you only fall deeper into seunghyun’s spell when you arrive at his house and he finally fulfills his fantasies.
word count- 2.3k
a/n- part two! writing yandere isn’t my strong suit for sure, so i hope this is okay hehe. go read the first part if you haven’t yet! enjoy ;)
admiration part one
As Seunghyun’s car pulls to a stop, you freeze. His house is huge. Insanely huge.
His hand pats your thigh as he gets out of the car and you don’t move. He walks around the car and opens your door for you, extending a hand for you to take. You do. You don’t really know why you do.
He guides you inside, his palm firm on your lower back, as if keeping you in place. It works.
When you get inside, you look around. Artwork that probably cost more than your house cover the walls. Everything is spotless, every surface clean apart from the kitchen counter that holds an unopened bottle of wine and two glasses.
Two glasses.
He knew you’d be here. He’d been planning this.
That strikes you. You back up, finding yourself pressed against his front door with your nails desperately clawing at it at your sides. You try to open the door, but of course, it’s locked with a key he’s swinging around his finger.
“Oh, don’t worry, please. You’re safe here.” He smiles, knowing and sly.
You meet his eyes, your bottom lip trembling. “I… I can’t leave..?”
He narrows his gaze. “You don’t want to leave, darling.”
Seunghyun steps closer to you, his hands slipping to your waist. “Relax. I’ll take good care of you.”
He pulls you in, a hand coming up to hold your face, his fingers tracing your jawline and down your neck.
He isn’t holding you tight, you could easily break free from his hands if you wanted to. And it’s not that you don’t want to—it’s his eyes.
Dark.
Daring.
Staring into yours like they have some claim over you, like you’ve committed to being his without your permission.
His touch is gentle. Too gentle for the circumstances. It scares you how calm he is.
“Come.” He lets his index finger fall down your body, settling in the palm of your hand. He intertwines his fingers with yours and takes you to the kitchen counter. He pours two identical glasses of wine, sliding one your way.
You hesitate, but he coaxes the glass closer until you take it. He leans over the counter, his arms bracketing your body and enclosing you.
“It’s good, hm?” He asks, gesturing to the wine. You nod. He smiles, satisfied. “Good. It’s mine.”
You hum in response, taking another sip of the wine. You have to admit it, the wine is incredible. But you know alcohol wouldn’t do you any favours right now.
Seunghyun’s hand finds your waist again, his thumb brushing your hipbone. His eyes find yours again and you almost melt on the spot.
“Are you going to let me take care of you?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
You consider shucking his hand off and making a run for the door. You consider saying no, asking to leave, begging if the situation calls for it.
“Yes.” You end up saying.
He smirks, a low and satisfied hum vibrating in his throat. “Good choice.”
He wastes no time.
Seunghyun’s hand trails lower, tracing the line of the zipper on your jeans. He slowly undoes at the button then pulls down the zipper, his eyes fixed on you the whole time.
Your hands are suspended at your sides, unsure what to do. His free hand comes up to guide yours to his chest.
“Don’t be scared. I would never hurt you.” He says, as if it’s obvious.
For some reason, you believe him.
You follow his lead and place a hand on his chest and very slowly unbutton his shirt. He bites his lip.
“That’s my girl.” He says, satisfied, as he hooks his finger on the waistband of your panties. Seunghyun dips in, calculated almost, like he’s planned out this moment in his head for months. Unbeknownst to you, he had been.
His fingers run through your slick folds, feeling, soaking in this moment that he’s been fantasizing about. He leans in, his other hand firm on your waist, and connects his mouth to your neck.
He doesn’t push his fingers inside of you yet, he just feels around, seemingly mapping out your patterns. Learning where to touch, how to claim.
Seunghyun sucks a bruise right on your collarbone, then another under your jaw. You let out a soft moan, feeling a little dazed by his hands all over your body. He likes that. He chases it. He pushes two fingers inside of you, slow, careful.
You gasp, your forehead falling to his chest and your fingers curling around his shirt. He goes deeper until his fingers curl into that sensitive spot, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. A small whimper escapes you, your knees almost buckling beneath you.
The way you’re reacting to his touch makes heat pool between Seunghyun’s thighs, but he ignores it. He’s been waiting for this, and he wants to savour it.
You grip the edge of the counter, all of your worries fading away with every thrust of his fingers.
This is wrong, but why does it feel so good?
His fingers work wonders. They hit you exactly where you need them every single time, pushing you dangerously quickly to the edge. Seunghyun notices how your legs are trembling, how you’re struggling to stay standing.
Good, he thinks.
If she can’t walk when I’m done with her, then she’ll never leave me.
“Yeah, that’s my girl. Cum for me.” He growls right next to your ear, and that’s all you need. You fall apart, knees buckling, but Seunghyun keeps you standing with a strong arm wrapped around your waist.
You come undone in his arms, a strained moan slipping from your lips as you bury your face in his chest. He stills his fingers inside you until your breathing levels. Then, he meets your eyes.
Seunghyun grins. It’s evil, almost. It gets under your skin. He keeps his hand bracketing your waist as he pulls his fingers out of you.
He leans in, lips connecting with your neck. “Still want to leave?”
You shake your head. He hums against your skin.
“Good girl.” He whispers, before pulling back and meeting your eyes again. “Let me show you around.”
You shakily nod, because what else are you supposed to do?
Seunghyun laces his fingers with yours and guides you around his place. He describes his artwork as you pass it. He shows you each room, before finally stopping at his bedroom at the end of the hallway.
You stop too.
It’s huge. Artwork still covers the walls, and for a second, you forget where you are. You let your hand fall from his and walk inside.
You look back to him for a moment, hand raised to a huge painting but not touching, and he nods.
“Go ahead.” He says. You do, running your fingers gently across the dried paint. “You like it?”
You nod. “It’s pretty.”
Seunghyun hums. He approaches behind you, his hands gripping your hips. “You’re prettier.”
You tense. He responds by pressing his fingers into your hips and letting his face fall to your neck. He sucks right behind your ear, and you feel his cock pressed against your ass.
“You like this.” He says. It isn’t a question.
You hum in response. You don’t think words would work right now.
Seunghyun hooks his thumb on the waistband of your pants. But this time, he doesn’t just slip his hand in. He moves to fully undo the button and starts to pull them down. You let him.
Your pants drop to the floor and you slowly step out of them. He smiles against your skin.
“Good girl.” He whispers. It goes straight through you.
You swallow. Seunghyun turns you in his arms so you face him. His large hand comes up to trace your jaw, almost holding it in place.
“I have admired you for a long time, you know.” He says.
You aren’t able to respond before he shoves his thumb into your mouth. He presses down on your tongue and reaches back as far as he can.
“You don’t know what you do to me, Y/N.”
Seunghyun keeps his fingers gripping your jaw and his thumb in your mouth as he drags you over to his bed. He lays you down, then slowly pulls your shirt over your head.
You let him.
You could leave. You could tell him to stop or run out of this room screaming.
But at this point, it doesn’t even cross your mind. It’s like he’s put a spell over you, you’re completely dazed by those dangerous eyes of his.
Seunghyun reaches under your back and unclips your bra, discarding it to the floor, then pulls off your panties in one swift motion.
His shirt follows, falling to the pile of your clothes on the floor. He climbs on top of you and rests on his elbows, his face only inches from yours now.
“You’re going to let me fuck you, right?” He asks, but you quickly sense that there is only one answer allowed.
You nod.
He grins. Seunghyun reaches down to tug off his pants, keeping his eyes locked on you.
It would be awkward, if it was anyone else. But for some reason, you don’t feel awkward. You feel intoxicated.
Which is why you reach up and put your hands on the back of his neck and shoulders. That does something to him.
“Yeah, I knew you wanted it. You want me.” He growls as he pulls off his boxers as well.
He takes his cock in his hand and carefully rubs his tip along your slick folds, ensuring he presses it harder against your clit. You involuntarily let out a small whimper.
“I haven’t even started and you’re already breaking.” He leans down and kisses your jawline. “That’s my girl.”
Seunghyun aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes himself inside. You gasp, keeping your eyes locked with his.
He groans low, breath ghosting your skin. “So tight. I knew you’d feel good.”
You dig your nails into his shoulders when he hits that spot deep inside you. Seunghyun sucks at your neck again, harder this time.
He starts moving, slow at first. His deep groans leave goosebumps on the back of your neck.
“You’re mine now, hm?” He growls, and you whimper again.
You shakily nod. The red flags are waving right in front of your face, but somehow, he’s made you colourblind.
His pace picks up as he leaves marks along your neck and collarbone. You find yourself absentmindedly bucking your hips upward, chasing his movements.
“You’re- hmph… being such a good girl…” he nips at your skin as he speaks. “You take me so well…”
He then wraps an arm around your waist and spins both of you so you’re straddling him. He sits up on the edge of his bed with you feeling way too comfortable in his lap.
“That’s my good girl. Show me how good I’m making you feel.”
You don’t hesitate. You’re blinded by him—his deep voice, his hands gripping your waist, and those fucking eyes that seem to be peering right into your soul.
You ride him with your face buried in his neck, moaning and scratching at his back. He just lets you use him, lets you fuck him just like he’s been fantasizing about for months.
You bury his cock deep inside you with every movement, feeling the edge creeping up on you with every groan that slips from Seunghyun’s lips.
“S- Seunghyun… I’m so close…”
He responds by gripping your waist harder, forcing you to move quicker on him. “Yes, baby. Cum for me. Let me hear you.”
You fall apart at that. You cry out as you finish, your walls tightening around his cock enough to push him over the edge as well.
He spills release inside of you with a deep groan that rattles his throat. His cock pulses inside you and his nails leave little crescent-moon-shaped marks on your waist.
When you come down from your high, you slowly raise your head and meet his eyes. He smiles, eyes half-lidded.
“Everything I dreamed of.” He whispers, his hand coming up to trace your jaw. He lifts you gently off of him, but he doesn’t let you go far. You stand and he follows, his hands immediately finding your waist again.
“You should stay.” He says, like it’s nothing.
You tense, realization finally coming back to you.
He notices. Of course he does. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make you very comfortable.”
You just look at him for a moment. You consider leaving again. You could.
But you… don’t want to.
“Okay.” You say finally. He smiles.
“Good.” He leans in and kisses you gently. “Are you hungry? I can make you something.”
It almost feels domestic. Caring.
You nod slightly. “A little.”
“Come on then.” He laces his fingers with yours and tries to take you out of his bedroom, but you stop.
“Can I… put my clothes on?” You ask, a little nervous.
“If you want. But I like you better like this.” He looks you up and down.
For some reason, you have the urge to please him, so you leave your clothes behind as he pulls you to the kitchen.
All of the thoughts about leaving fall away. You can’t place the reason why you’re allowing this. You’ve never been this type of girl.
But Seunghyun is not like anyone you’ve met. He makes you feel high with just a simple touch. His voice sends shivers down your spine.
And whatever it is, you need it. And you want to chase it. Even if deep down you know it’s wrong, that feeling is completely overshadowed by the feeling you get when his fingers slip between your thighs again.
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English Lessons | Nam-gyu
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Summary: You surprise Nam-gyu by speaking perfect English to tourists on the streets and then he asks you to teach him some
Warnings: None
Word Count: 990
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still thinking about them
Juice Box | Nam-gyu
Chapter Three
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The text comes at 2:17 a.m.
You’re half-asleep on the couch again, your new normal on the nights you stay over, when your phone lights up on the coffee table. The vibration rattles against the wood like a warning.
Club’s a mess. Fight broke out. Cops are here. I might be stuck for hours. Can you stay with Ha-eun? I’m so sorry.
You sit up fast, heart already kicking. The hoodie he left draped over you the night before slips to the floor. You type back with clumsy thumbs.