âȘ10.19 - spit - Namgyu x fem!reader
I was dragging this one but itâs finally outâŒïž
Synopsis: Nam-gyu and Reader get high together and decide to experiment sexually with each other (little bit of angst)
Warnings: Spitting, spitting in mouth, finger sucking, begging, degradation, riding, no prep or foreplay, just a bit of spit and a dream, humiliation, substance abuse, high!Namgyu, high!reader, slapping, out of games AU!
Namgyu wasn't particularly your favourite person in the world. He was a cruel misogynist with sadistic tendencies that involved picking on you at any chance he could. Out of your group of friends, it was safe to say Namgyu was your least favourite.
If he wasn't calling you a 'bitch' or a 'whore' or a 'cunt', he was picking apart at your appearance. Finding anything you were potentially insecure about and using it to his advantage. He wasn't neither Min-su, nor Semi's biggest fan, but he seemed to be your biggest hater.
Everything you did was met with a deriding comment. If you committed a favour for one of the boys in your friend group, you were deemed a slut and you were mocked for being "easy". If you wore anything too revealing, it was the same script. Just like if you were out at the club with your friends and you flirted a little with a guy.
If you were upset about something, you were titled too emotional, "just like any other bitch" as Namgyu so poetically phrased it. Either that, or if you were angry, you were questioned if it was that time of the month.
You weren't sure why Namgyu hated you so much. When you were first introduced to him, you were as sweet as cinnamon. Polite smiles, friendly conversation. You tried to ignore the way his glare was fixed onto you, dark eyes piercing through your softer ones.
During a conversation, you thought you had managed to break down his walls when he cracked a small smile occasionally. You felt a rush of adrenaline, feeling like maybe he wasn't so bad after all, he just needed time to get through to him. That adrenaline was short lived the minute he asked you back to his house, just the two of you.
As sleazy as you thought it was, you knocked him down gently. Apologising and explaining to him you don't really do one night stands. You couldn't have been nicer about it. And still, you were met with an instant frown and a scoff.
Ever since then, you two were fighting like cats and dogs.
So when you're car broke down in the middle of a dark road coming from a family reunion, you of course phoned everyone in your phone book before him.
Semi was your first callâ well actually, the mechanic was. Fucking waste of time that was. He told you he'd send someone out in 4 hours. 4 hours!! There was no way in hell you were waiting that long to get home and into your bed.
When you called Semi, she apologised and told you she was with Minsu and that both of them had been heavily drinking. Not that she really needed to add that part. The slur over her words gave it away.
Next, you called Thanos. You already knew that was bound to be a waste of time. And you were right. He was out at some club, high out of his face. He offered to drive and pick you up anyway, but you politely rejected him. You didn't fancy risking your own life or his.
Mina was babysitting her little sister, who was asleep and she couldn't leave her, Gyeong-su was out of town, your coworker, Jiwoo was still on the clock, and you had one last resort.
"God help my pride." You groan, dialling the forsaken number in your contacts list.
Part of you hoped he wouldn't pick up. Or he was high out of his faceâ which was absolutely plausible. But then again, you'd have to wait out here for another 4 hours.
You heard his voice after the third ring: "What the fuck do you want?" He asks from the other line and you can't help but scoff.
"Always the charmer, aren't you?" You roll your eyes. "My car broke down." You cut to the chase, not wishing to drag this conversation longer than you needed to.
"And? I'm not a mechanic, 'the fuck are you calling me for?" He barks, seemingly irritated.
"I called the mechanic, dumbass. He said he won't get here for another four hours!" You raise your voice, before sighing, trying to maintain composure. "I just need a lift back to my house tonight. That's it."
There was a silence on the other end for a moment. A pause. Before he spoke up again, with a mischievous perk in his tone. "And what do I get out of it?"
You roll eyes at the suggestive hint in his tone. "What do you want? And I'm not having sex with you." You firmly declare.
It was now Namgyu's turn to roll his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I wasn't gonna say that. As if I'd want to have sex with you anyway..." He presses his lips together. "Just a BJ?" He asks, his grin making a reappearance.
You scoff at his audacity. "I'd rather walk. Thanks." You scrunch your nose up, hearing him chuckle on the other end.
"Fine. Where are you?" Namgyu asks, and you can hear him already moving from whatever spot he was previously in.
"Are you sober?" You question, wondering why he's been less hostile than usual. On the rare occasion where you did ask him for a favour, he was far more stubborn. Now, he seemed unbothered by your request.
"Yeah," he scoffs out, "can you believe it? Now, tell me where you are." He repeats, his question shifting to more of a demand.
You tell him the name of the road you're on and he tells you he'll get there in 30 minutes. You decide to just wait in your car. The road was quiet. You call the mechanic to let him know that you won't be there when he gets to your car, and if he could just take it back to the shop for you to collect it in the morning
Around half an hour later, you see headlights shining from your rear view mirror and you recognise the car as Namgyu's. With a groan and a slouch forming in your posture, you open the door of the car to step out and lock it.
Your arms fold around yourself to create a sense of warmth against the cold air of the unforgiving night, as you make your way over to Namgyu's vehicle.
From inside the car, Namgyu is watching you with a practised-shielded intensity. He's irritatingly sober. He was in the middle of rolling up one right before you called him.
He could've smoked it. It's not like he was the image of the law. However, he found himself taking your concern of using substances while driving, into consideration. For once.
As you slide into the passenger seat, he starts the engine without a word. Not even a glance. You press your lips together and look down at your fidgeting hands, placed delicately on your lap.
The tension in the car is palpable as your history hangs heavy in the air. The car accelerates smoothly down the road. "Thanks for coming to get me." You mutter, feeling an unfamiliar sense of discomfort.
Namgyu's eyes flicker over to you without rotating his head. His expression remains unfazed. "Don't mention it." He responds casually. His jaw clenches, a small muscle twitching in his cheek. He grips the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white. "So... what's gonna happen with your car?" Namgyu asks, cringing at his attempt of making small talk.
"Uh, the mechanic's gonna take it back to the shop and fix it, and I'll pick it up tomorrow." You reply, turning your head to look at the side of the face. He only nods.
He's not usually sober. Especially not when he's imposed to deal with you. It's why he isn't making some snarky comment or complaining that you've made him drive out here to get you. Without the pills, he's quiet.
A silence settles between you once again, with only the sound of the radio filling it. Namgyu keeps his eyes glued to the road, while you stare out of the window, watching trees pass by in a blur.
On occasion, Namgyu's gaze shamefully flickers onto you without your knowledge. After fifteen minutes, you realise he missed a turn into your neighbourhood. You turn your head back, with a confused expression.
"You missed a turn." You tell him, trying to sound casual, despite the irritation in evidently in your tone.
"We're going back to my place." Namgyu casually quips, adjusting his watch on his wrist. You groan in annoyance.
"What?! Why? I asked you to take me home!" You whine. Namgyu just rolls his eyes at you.
"Well, you're gonna need a lift tomorrow, right? To get your car back. Well, I'm not driving all the way to your house and then all the way to the mechanics to go pick up your car. This is easier for me. Deal with it." He tells you, and you snap your mouth shut, turning your body away from him with a huff. He just smirks.
When you reach his apartment, you watch him silently unbuckle his seatbelt and step out of the car. You get out and follow behind.
His apartment is rundown on a sketchy part of town, creating a sense of unease within you. You don't complain, however. He did go out of his way to get you after all.
You follow him upstairs, making sure to stick close behind him. He unlocks the door to his dark, messy apartment and steps inside. The place has a faint smell of lingering weed and dirty dishes.
When Namgyu flicks on a lamp, it creates a dim lighting across the room, where you can see dirty dishes piled in the sink, clothes thrown carelessly onto the floor, and a stash of weed in a plastic bag, next to paper, and a half-rolled up join on the coffee table.
"Make yourself at home." Namgyu leaves you at the entrance to walk over to his couch and continue rolling up his joint with practised ease, his movements smooth and relaxed.
When you step further inside, you close the door and stand awkwardly, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. After a moment, Namgyu looks up at you, furrowing his brows. "Are you gonna stand there all night or are you gonna sit down?" He smirks, gently patting the spot on the couch beside him.
You cautiously put one foot forward and make your way to sit beside him on the couch, creating whatever distance you could on his two-seat, faux-leather couch.
Namgyu finishes rolling his joint, licking it seal and places it between his lips. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a lighter and lights up the blunt.
Your eyes are glued to his swift, effortless movements, as he leans back against the couch, taking a long drag. You've never been too eager for drugs, or those who indulged in the habit- ironic, given how most of your friends were users.
But something about how flawless and practised his movements were, the way the smoke coiled from his parted lips and curled into the air was entrancing.
His dark eyes lazily glide over to you, and a lazy smirk spreads across his face as he withdraws the blunt from his lips and points it out directly to you. "You want a hit?"
You blink at him, eyes darting to the blunt, watching the paper dissolve with the flame, before returning your gaze to him. "You know I don't smoke..."
Namgyu studies your face for a moment, looking at you as if he has something to say, but contemplating whether or not to say it.
With another drag from his blunt, he shamelessly blows the smoke into your face and votes to speak his mind. "Yeah, well... maybe that's why you're such a bore." He shrugs casually.
Your lips part, your breath stuck in your throat as you stare at him. "Excuse me?" You raise a brow, and Namgyu supresses a natural smirk, as he glances at you from the corner of his eye.
"I'm just saying. When was the last time you had a boyfriend? Or even got laid? You must be a real boring bitch for no dude to ask you out or dick you down." He takes another drag. A pang of rage sparks in the pit of your stomach, and you grab a cushion to hit him roughly. "Watch it!" He barks, jutting the joint away from your attack. "Touched a nerve, huh?" He teases, with a short chuckle.
"Fuck you, asshole. I don't have a boyfriend, 'cause I don't want one. I'm busy with work." You grumble out, and Namgyu just rolls your eyes.
"And that's your problem. You're constantly too worked up, too stressed..." Namgyu trails off, letting the implication hang in the air, waving the blunt in his fingers temptingly.
You scoff and turn away. Namgyu sighs, taking another hit. "Fine. Be a pussy." He shrugs his shoulders. This catches your attention and you whip your head around to look at him.
"Fuck you, give me that." You growl, yanking the blunt from his grip. You look at the burning paper hesitantly, shooting one last glance to Namgyu, who's already staring back, as if challenging you.
You look back at the joint. "Don't try it if you don't want to... it's okay to be scared." He reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his tone dripping with condescension masked by consideration.
You don't reply, you bring the blunt between your lips and inhale. It takes all your strength not to cough up the smoke, burning in your throat. You quickly exhale, and your mind feels fuzzy at the sound of Namgyu letting slip a soft chuckle from beside you.
"Don't hold it too long.." He whispers into your ear, as he reaches out to gently retrieve the blunt. His other arm is resting on the cushion of the couch, above your head. You're unaware of the proximity between you, until your eyes slowly glide from his fingers pinching the blunt up to his face, just inches from yours.
Namgyu takes another drag, this time moving his hand to open your mouth. You let it happen. You allow your mouth to fall open, and for him to blow the earthly-scented smoke past your lips, letting it seep into your mouth.
You close your eyes at the intimacy. Namgyu pushes your jaw up when you inhale the nicotine. Gently, he strokes your cheek, a soft gesture of encouragement. You take his advice and open your mouth to exhale before it has a chance to burn the back of your throat again.
"That's it, pretty girl... don't think, just smoke it up.." He coos softly, his hand cupping your cheek. Your eyes remain shut, as you see a splashing rainbow of colours cascade through your mind, while his eyes are on yours; the sight of you being far more intoxicating than the weed.
Namgyu traces your lips with his index finger. "Open up for me, baby." He whispers, speaking to you softly. You don't take a second to think, you just oblige, as if you're under his hypnosis. He smirks at your simple compliance and takes the opportunity to slip his index finger into your mouth. "Good girl." He coos gently, prompting you to whimper around his digit.
Shortly, his middle finger enters your mouth, and you gently begin to suck. "Open your eyes." He commands, although it's a soft command. One that sends a receptive surge of compliance to fill you, and a jittery sensation in your lower belly.
When your eyes lock on his, you can't help but squeeze your thighs together as you stare at the man, whom you mutually detest. Now, you're practically under his thumb, catering to each and every one of his commands, if he uses the right tone.
Namgyu smirks at the resemblance of your deer-in-headlights expression. His eyes are glued to yours, piercing through your orbs as if compelling you into a trance.
You can smell his cheap cologne, the lingering, familiar aroma of weed and cigarettes, the faint scent of mint from his breath that seeps through his slightly parted lips.
Before a single, rational thought can penetrate your mind and yell at you to snap out of it and walk away, your eyes fall shut and you feel his lips replace his fingers, as they conjoin with yours. Itâs slow to begin with. Namgyu suctions your lower lip between his teeth to press down hard, drawing the faintest speck of blood, which he quickly laps up with his tongue, smirking at the little whimper noise you make.
Your hands are awkwardly resting an inch off your lap, struggling to decide where to put them. Namgyu opens one eye to look down at your hands. Rolling his eyes, he grabs both of them and guides them to the back of his neck.
You relax more after the small act of control, and soon you feel one of his large hands come to rest on your waist, the other arm dangling lazily on top of the couch, above your head.
His fingertips dig into the fat of your hips. He pulls you closer, swatting your ass playfully, causing your leg to slide up to settle on his lap. The kiss gradually becomes messy. Sloppy. He cups your cheek with his unoccupied hand to deepen the kiss, the burning joint still poised between his index and middle fingers.
When you pull away, youâre both breathless, staring into each other blown-wide eyes. Your chest is heaving as you gaze into the black abyss of Namgyuâs eyes. A smirk pulls at his lips. âOpen your mouth for me.â He commands, tracing your lower lip with his thumb.
Your mouth yet again falls open instantaneously. Gathering up his saliva, your eyes widen when he spits into your mouth and immediately shuts your mouth seal. âSwallow.â He roughly demands. Your face heats up with embarrassment. You never would have let him- nor anyone else- do this to you. Not if you were sober. However, the ease settled in your mind and the arousal stirring in your belly was creating a cloud of impulse and misplaced trust.
You swallowed the small glob of his saliva down your throat. The groaned a little before sticking your tongue out to show him you had listened to his orders.
He laughs at you. A cruel, callous laugh, directly in your face. âSuch a good girl.â He pouts his lower lip, his tone and expression creating a clear depiction of condescension. âYouâll do whatever I say?â He asks, taking another hit from the joint. Staring into his eyes, you nod your head. He grins, wickedly. âTake another hit.â He instructs, holding the blunt to your lips. You part your lips and wrap them around the joint to inhale the smoke.
He slowly pulls the spliff from your mouth, watching the smoke coil from your gaping lips, and disperse into the air. âSilly girl⊠didnât no one ever tell you to stay away from drugs?â He smirks, leaning against your ear.
Your breath catches in your throat, and you close your eyes, attempting to lean in to press your lips to his. But instead of a kiss, youâre met with a slap across your face. Itâs a rapid, brutal movement. Not enough to fully bruise. But it certainly leaves an impact. A stinging sensation burns your left cheek, and when you open your eyes, you feel water rush to the surface. You canât tell if itâs from the weed of the surge of unexpected pain.
âFucking needy slut. Did I say you could kiss me?â Namgyu asks, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look up at him.
âIââ You open your mouth to speak, although no words can form together to create a coherent thought. Your lack of response is greeted with another slap on the same cheek, causing your face to turn ever so slightly.
âI said: âDid I say you could kiss me?ââ Namgyu repeats his question, his grip tightening in your locks. You shake your head. SLAP. âWhen I ask you something, you answer. Donât shake your head. Youâre a big girl, you can speak, yeah?â
You nod, but quickly open your mouth before he can raise his palm again. âY-yes!â You nod. He smirks at your growing temperance.
âGood girl.â Namgyu softly caresses your cheek, as if massaging the sting away. âNow⊠did I give you permission to kiss me?â He repeats himself a third time.
âNoâŠâ You stammer over the single word.
âNo.â He confirms. âYou donât get to touch me without permission. You donât get to do anything⊠without my permission. Got that?â He raises his brows, and you nod. His eyes widen and you quickly correct yourself.
âYes, NamgyuâŠâ You swallow and his smiles.
âGood. Take off your clothes.â He instructs, taking another drag. Your face heats up a deep shade of crimson.
âAll of them..?â You nervously ask, and he nods.
âThatâs right. All of them.â He confirms, twirling the ends of your hair. His eyes never leave you as you slowly stand up and begin to undress for him.
Your movements are slowâ thought not deliberate. You arenât trying to appear sexy or seductiveâ despite Namgyu begging to differ. Youre nervous. Despite the drugs producing a faux illusion of tranquility, that fog in your mind wavers and small thoughts of reality settle in. Itâs been a while since youâve undressed in front of anybody. And here you are: stripping in front of the very man you claimed to share a mutual abhorrence with.
Namgyu sits on the couch, manspreading, one hand continues to gravitate towards his mouth to fill his lungs, while the other trails up his thigh to palm the throbbing bulge through his jeans.
You feel a chill spread across your body when youâre left standing, only in your bra and panties in front of him. Your nipples harden underneath the brassiere, before you reach behind to unclasp it, fully exposing yourself to Namgyu.
His smirk widens, appreciatively. âFuck⊠so easyâŠâ He dampens his lower lip with his tongue before patting his lap. Cautiously, you allow your hair to fall over your shoulders, using it as some sort of shield while you lower yourself down to sit on his lap. âAtta girl. All I had to do was give you a little weed, huh? Look at you now.â He laughs to himself, while you blush in embarrassment at the cruelty behind those words.
With one arm around your waist, Namgyu uses his free hand to reach down to unzip his jeans and pull himself out of his boxers. âGonna ride me⊠âKay?â Namgyu looks up into your eyes, as he grabs your hand. You nod your head and he mutters out a small âgoodâ, before opening your hand and spitting in the centre of your palm. You gasp when he leads your hand around his shaft.
He chuckled at your reaction. âSpread it. âless you want it dry.â He rolls his eyes and takes another puff. Slowly, you begin to pump him, whimpering at the odd feeling of spreading his saliva around his cock. âThatâs enough. NowâŠâ He drags his lower lip between his teeth and grins, quickly flicking the finished blunt into the ashtray on the coffee table.
Your hands are firmly pressed against his shoulder blades, while his hands grip your hips to steady you. âDonât think about it..â he whispers against your collarbone, gently pressing a soft kiss against the flesh, as you sink onto his length slowly, earning a prolonged moan from both of you. âFuck, thatâs it.â He inhales your scent, wrapping his arms around your back to pull you as close as he possibly can. âOhâ fuck, you feel so good.â He praises. You wince as you feel his tip kissing your cervix. Heâs big. Far bigger than youâd expected. He stretches you so good, you can every vein of his length pressing against your pulsating, fleshy walls.
You mewl against his skin, as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Namgyu kisses the side of your head and lightly slaps your ass, encouraging you to start moving. Slowlyâborderline painfullyâ you lift your hips up and sink back down, listening to another growl vibrate from Namgyuâs chest. Your eyes fall shut at the melodic sound, and you allow yourself to really feel his warmth against you.
Your fingers desperately tug at the hem of his tee, anxious to feel his skin against yours. âYou want it off, baby?â He teases and you nod, your dignity long passing. He smirks, too lazy and absorbed in the pleasure youâre giving him to argue or tease you. âTake it off then.â He growls in your ear, and quickly you yank the t-shirt up and over his head, throwing it away to reveal his toned chest and his tattoos.
Youâre unable to look away from him. Despite being such a piece of shit and a cruel, sadistic addict, he had an undeniable beauty around him. Every unique feature collided together to create the image of perfection. He was like a work of art displayed in the Louvre. Beautiful couldnât begin to describe him. He was enticing. His eyes could capture yours so easily. He was poison you found yourself aching for. A forbidden fruit you were starving for. And he was right in front of you. Silently desperate. Just as much as you were for him.
Your pace picked up. With a barely noticeable smirk, Namgyu held his eyes on your face, never flickering down to your bouncing chestâŠ
Well, maybe once or twice.
But his sole focus was your face. He was determined to have every feature, every expression committed to memory.
From his perspective, you looked like a goddess. He hated it. He hated his desire to worship you. The thought of even respecting you repulsed him, but he couldnât deny how stunning you looked on top, practically using him to pleasure yourself.
Of course, heâd never act on his impulse to praise you and let you know he may have the tiniest soft spot for you. He wanted to intimidate you, and have you wrapped around his finger. Because if he allowed himself to get too close. Youâd have him under your thumb without even knowing it.
Namgyu slaps your ass anytime you slow down. He thinks of it like whipping a horse. He laughs anytime you whimper or whine into his neck. He patronises you if you mewl his name. Anything you do is met with a reaction.
âSo tight⊠so wet for me, too.â He kisses your shoulder, arms still wrapped around your waist, as one hand sneaks to caress down your stomach to reach your clit. Namgyu rubs circles on the little nub, causing you to moan aloud. âFaster, bitch.â He laughs in your face, and you bounce quicker.
The room shortly fills with lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, the squelching from your pussy, and the symphony of moans and grunts from each of you.
âFuck, I think Iâm gonnaâŠâ you trail off, unable to coherently finish your sentence. Namgyu just smirks into your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss against the skin. So soft, you almost donât feel it.
âCome for me, princess.â He growls, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your waist, surely leaving faint bruises.
Almost instantly after his order is vocalised, your orgasm hits you harder than ever before. Your juices soak his dick, your cunt pulsing around it, as your mind flashes with white dots. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingernails dig into Namgyuâs shoulders, most likely breaking through the skin, enough to draw blood.
Namgyu hisses and pulls out of you to throw you onto your back, on the couch. He pumps himself a few times with his fist before painting your body with ropes of his hot, sticky cum.
Youâre on the couch, feeling like a complete mess. Your inebriated mind is still half-present in the moment. Youâre covered in layers of sweat and cum and youâre lying on your back, breathless, your eyes unable to focus on one thing.
Namgyu leans back against the couch, panting. When he looks down at your pathetic form, he smirks and decides to add an extra glob of his saliva to the concoction on your breasts. You donât react. âIâll clean you up⊠you can sleep in the bed with me. And then in the morning Iâll drive you to pick up your car. Okay?â He raises a brow and all you can do it nod. He canât stop the grin spreading across his face. Seeing you so intoxicated⊠not only by the weed but by the orgasm he just gave you. He knew this wouldnât be last time heâd see you like this.
