@namsgyu just reached out to me and said that they and some of their friends reported my account for scamming them and I needed to add someone on discord so my account doesnāt get deleted. At first, I believed them but after I searched this up on tumblr, someone had posted about the exact same thing happening to them and the person on discord told them to change their email linked to their tumblr account. Do not contact them on discord! Do not change your email! I recommend that you block them so they donāt steal your personal information. Do not fall for this!!!
watched episodes 4-7 of BNHA. These doodles got away from meā¦
Thoughts so far: Izukuās self destructive tendencies being encouraged by All Might is wild, Aizawa is hot, Bakugou getting angry over nothing is so funny, Izukuās mom is cute
So itās just another day on tumblr when a beloved mutual suddenly DMs you (or a random stranger) claiming that someone impersonated you and has scammed them out of $900 be it art or crypto or because of content related to CP. They tell you theyāve accidentally reported you by mistake and that the only way to clear up this issue is to contact someone on discord. They even show a screenshot claiming your account was reported for fraudulent activity and action must be taken within 24hrs or else your blog will be terminated. You just need to contact the āofficialā report dispute discord account in a timely manner and clear everything up!
You panic! You donāt want to lose your blog so you immediately DM the discord account who begins asking you questions before ultimately asking you to change your email address to theirs so they can āfixā the flag on your account. All is well, and you assume that the false report is going to be cleared upā¦Right?
Unfortunately no. Thatās not what happens.
You get locked out of your account and now the scammer logs in as you and starts to send the same message to anyone and everyone they find. The same message that now you accidentally reported the receiver and you need them to contact the same discord account to repeat the same process over and over again and you yourself seem to have no way of accessing your blog to stop the phishing. But donāt fear! You can fix this! Just contact the real support email and let them know youāve been hacked and give them any information they may ask to confirm your the real owner of the blog.
Here are things to keep in mind:
- There is no official report dispute discord account ran by tumblr that isnāt a thing and has never been.
- Any discord account claiming to an official tumblr report dispute staff account is a scammer.
- You do not need to ever contact Discord for a tumblr related issue no matter how official the screenshot looks.
- This scam can affect anyone, even your friends. Keep them informed and if you can contact them offsite to let them know theyāve been hacked please do so they can get their account back faster.
- Reports are handled through the official tumblr tech support line and will never be through discord.
Hi lovely. Hope youre having a great weekend. I had short question. I love your writing and was wondering if you do requests? If so could I ask for one where y/n meets GD's cats for the first time. Theyre both nervous but it goes great.
If not, sorry for asking
Have a great rest of your weekend<3
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a/n: Oh my sweet angel, if only you knew the creativity this request sparked for me!! I even had to add some SMAU to it! Thank you so much for sending me the cutest request! I hope I did it justice!
Also, I just got a new phone and all my fake social apps got deleted so sorry if they're wack lol
synopsis: Jiyong finally decides that the girl he's been dating should meet his precious babies, and he's blown away by the result.
warnings: FLUFFFF, alochol, language, very light mention of sex, still SFW
wc: 3.2k+
Soft music filled the car as you tapped your fingers against the steering wheel, your stomach twisting with nerves. The GPS on your phone read you were five minutes away, and suddenly, the reality of where you were going sank in deeper.
You and Jiyong had been officially together for two months, though the pull between you had been there long before. Late-night texts that stretched until morning, goofy pictures exchanged on Snapchat, secret moments stolen at his shows. But privacy matteredāto both of you. Being in the public eye made everything more complicated, so you took your time, let things unfold naturally. And you liked it that way.
But tonight was different. Tonight, he had invited you to his home.
It was a big step, one that spoke volumes. Jiyong was careful about his personal space, rarely letting people in. More often than not, he preferred to meet somewhere neutral or come over to your place instead. His past had taught him to be guarded, to protect the things he held closest. That included his home. That included his cats.
Princess Zoa and Iye werenāt just pets to him; they were family. And the fact that he was willing to introduce you to themāon their turfāmeant more than words could.
You exhaled sharply as you pulled up to his building, quickly sending him a text to let him know youād arrived. Within moments, your phone buzzed, and you saw his response:
Come up. Already called it in. Park next to me.
Of course, his building had top-tier security. Nothing less was expected.
You found his spot and eased your car into place beside his, gripping your bag as you took a couple of steadying breaths. Just as you turned to get outā
"Ahh!" You yelped, heart slamming against your ribs.
Jiyong stood outside your window, a smug grin on his face, clearly proud of himself for making you jump.
"Youāre a dick!" you huffed as he opened the door for you, still chuckling.
āMmm, sorry,ā he murmured, clearly not sorry at all. His hands found your waist, pulling you in effortlessly as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. āMissed you.ā
Your fingers curled into his hoodie as you smiled. āMissed you too, JiJi. Iām really excited you invited me over.ā
He hesitated for a second, then let out a breath, his lips quirking up in a nervous smile. āI just... trust you.ā His voice was quieter now, more serious. āI want to share this part of me with you.ā
That made your heart do an embarrassing little flip. You bit your lip, tryingāand failingāto suppress a grin. You were head over heels for this man.
"Come on," he said, grabbing your bag from the car before lacing his fingers through yours. "Let's go."
Inside the elevator, he swiped a key card, granting access to the penthouse suite. A comfortable silence settled between you as the numbers climbed, Jiyong absentmindedly toying with the ends of one of your long braids.
When the doors finally slid open, he led you down the hall to his front door. He hesitated, scratching the back of his head.
"Uhhā¦ itās been a while since Iāve had someoneā¦ new over,ā he admitted.
You squeezed his hand gently. āAs long as you want me here, Ji, thatās all that matters.ā
āI do!ā he said quickly. Then, after a beat, āZoa and Iye might be a little nervous, thoughā¦ā
You chuckled. āThatās okay. I promise to be on my best behavior.ā
A soft pink dusted his cheeks as he bit his lip. God, he was adorable.
āOkay,ā he breathed, then unlocked the door, pulling you inside.
Your eyes widened as you took in your surroundings. You had seen glimpses of his place through Snapchats before, but nothing prepared you for seeing it in person. It was an effortless blend of artistic chaos and meticulous minimalismāevery piece carefully curated, every detail intentional. The sleek furniture, the carefully arranged artwork, the shelves lined with vinyls and rare collectibles. It was stunning.
āDamn,ā you muttered, turning in slow circles. āYou really put my place to shame.ā
Jiyong laughed as he placed your bag on the couch. āI like your place,ā he said. āItās homey.ā
"Ji, I had no idea you were this clean and organized.ā You teased.
"Iām not," he admitted with a smirk. "The cleaners came this morning. Gabriella has been cleaning up my messes for years. Bless her heart.ā
You shook your head, grinning as he sauntered toward you, fingers grazing your exposed hip, playing with the waistband of your pajama pants.
āCan I get you a drink?ā he murmured, his smirk deepening.
"Please," you teased, matching his energy.
He led you toward the kitchen, rambling about drinks and dinner. But before he could finish his sentence, a soft brush of fur against your leg made you pause.
āHi, Princess Zoa!ā you cooed, crouching down as the elegant gray cat moved gracefully around you, rubbing her face against your outstretched hand.
Jiyong blinked. āNo way. She was hiding before you got hereā¦ā
You beamed, gently scratching behind her ears. āSheās so sweet! I love her already.ā
And just like that, the tension in Jiyongās shoulders eased. His lips curled into something soft, something real.
Yeah. This was a big step. And it felt right.
Jiyong handed you a drinkāa simple vodka soda, but he knew it was your favorite. That small detail alone made your chest tighten in the best way. You took slow sips as you followed him through his home, the quiet intimacy of the moment settling over you like a warm blanket.
He showed you everything. His personal recording studio, where half-finished lyrics and melodies lived. The spare bedrooms, each one somehow still curated with his impeccable taste. The breathtaking view from the balcony, where the city stretched out endlessly beneath you, glittering like a dream. And finallyāhis bedroom.
This was your favorite.
His presence was everywhere in this space, woven into every little detail. The artwork, a mix of chaotic genius and sentimental treasures. Clothes draped over the back of a chair, half-folded laundry on the bedātangible proof that he lived here, existed here. His knick-knacks, collected from different parts of his life, told a story only he could tell. It was personal. It was beautiful.
Something on his bedside table caught your eye, drawing you closer. A photo. A small, colorful rock. You picked them up, curiosity humming in your chest.
āWhatās this?ā you asked, turning the photo over in your hands.
Jiyong chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. āThatās, uhā¦ a picture Daesung took of us. From that beach party a few months back.ā
The moment flooded back instantly. That warm summer night, the waves crashing in the distance, music thrumming through the air. You and Jiyong, tipsy and tangled in laughter, dancing with the kind of reckless abandon only a new connection could bring. Youād forgotten Daesung had been running around with a camera, documenting the night in blurry snapshots of joy.
A soft smile tugged at your lips as your thumb brushed over the image. That night was when it had really started for youāthe way Jiyong had held you close, how he never stopped making you laugh, how gentle he was even in the midst of chaos.
You glanced at the small rock in your other hand. āAnd this?ā
Jiyong grinned, taking it from you, rolling it between his fingers like it was something precious. Because it was, to him. āThis, my dear, is the first gift you ever gave me.ā
You blinked. āIt is?ā
āMmhmm.ā His eyes gleamed with amusement. āRemember that time you called me drunk, asking if I could pick you up? You got in my car, all excited because you found a rock that āmatched my hair.āā He mimicked your voice playfully. āYou put it on my dashboard, declared it a masterpiece, and passed out before I even made it to your street.ā
Your face heated. āOh my god.ā You covered your face with your hands, groaning. āJiyongā¦ you kept my drunk gift?ā
āOf course.ā His voice softened. āI have it in my pocket at every show. Itās my good luck charm.ā
Your heart swelled, emotions tangling in your throat as you looked up at him. āYou really are the kindest man Iāve ever met, you know that?ā
He smiled, that soft, intimate kind of smile that made your stomach flip. āCanāt help it with youā¦ā
His lips met yours, slow and sure, his hands finding your waist and pushing you toward the bed. Your back hit the mattress as his lips traced along your jaw, down the curve of your neck, making warmth pool in your stomach. You tangled your fingers in his hoodie, pulling him closerā
A sharp bap landed right on Jiyongās head.
āOw, Zoa!ā he yelped, rubbing the spot where his beloved cat had just smacked him.
You burst out laughing, covering your mouth as Zoa hopped onto your lap, settling comfortably.Ā
āOh, you think this is funny?ā Jiyong shot you a mock glare, eyes twinkling with amusement. He sat up as Zoa curled into a loaf on your stomach, kneading at your shirt like she had claimed you for herself. āDid my cat just cockblock me?ā
āShhh, donāt say those words in front of the baby!ā you scolded, scratching behind Zoaās ears.
Jiyong scoffed. āWow. Okay. Iāll just fuck off then.ā He stood dramatically, shaking his head as he made his way to the kitchen.
You couldnāt stop laughing as you carefully moved Zoa to the side, hopping off the bed to chase after him, the cat trotting behind you.
āHmmm, later, Oppa,ā you hummed, wrapping your arms around him from behind. āLetās watch our show.ā
He sighed dramatically but smiled as he turned in your arms, pressing a kiss to your lips. āFine.ā
The two of you curled up on the couch, a thick blanket draped over your legs as Breaking Bad flickered onto the screen. Jiyongās hand rested on your thigh under the blanket, absentmindedly tracing patterns against your skin.
Zoa stretched out across your lap, already fast asleep, and moments later, a soft meow announced the arrival of another visitor.
āIye!ā Jiyong grinned, patting his lap. The sleek gray cat hesitated before slowly making her way over, her small paws pressing into his legs as she perched there, still wary of you.
She craned her neck, sniffing at your arm cautiously before pulling back.
āHi, Iye,ā you murmured, keeping your voice gentle. You let her come to you, holding out your hand for her to investigate. She gave a single curious sniff before rubbing her face against your fingersājust onceāthen retreating back to Jiyongās lap.
āAt least you still love me, huh?ā he cooed, scratching under her chin.
Iye kept sneaking glances at you as the show played, inching ever so slightly closer with each passing minute.
Jiyong leaned against your shoulder, exhaling a long drag from his vape as he glanced toward the window. The sun was beginning to dip below the skyline, painting the city in soft gold.
āYou hungry, babe? I can start dinner.ā
You stretched, sinking deeper into the cushions. āMmm. Whatāre we having?ā
āLobster,ā he said casually.
Your head snapped toward him. āLobster?ā You scoffed. āJiyong, how fancy. I shouldāve worn a cocktail dress.ā
āAs much as Iād love that, Jagi,ā he mused, standing up, ānothing beats sitting on my couch in pajamas with my gorgeous girlfriend, eating lobster with no judgment. We can be as messy as we want.ā
You leaned against the couch, watching him with a warmth spreading through your chest.
āGod, I love youā¦ā you murmured, without thinking.
Jiyong froze mid-step, turning sharply to face you, his expression unreadable.
āWhat did you just say?ā
Your eyes widened. āShit, I meanāā You stammered, face heating. āAh, fuck.ā
āNo, no, donāt take it back.ā He crossed the room in seconds, dropping onto the couch beside you. His hands cupped your face, his eyes searching yours. āSay it again.ā
Your heart pounded. āI saidā¦ I love you.ā
His lips crashed against yours, deep and urgent, a raw kind of emotion surging between you. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his voice barely above a whisper.
āI love you, too.ā
You let out a breathy laugh, shy but filled with absolute joy.
Jiyong grinned, standing abruptly. āOkay, Iām gonna go make you the best dinner ever. Because I fucking love you and you fucking deserve it.ā
You laughed as he dashed toward the kitchen, grabbing your phone with trembling fingers to text your friends.
Laughter echoed through the kitchen as you and Jiyong moved in perfect sync, playfully bumping into each other while prepping dinner. The rich aroma of butter and garlic filled the air, mingling with the sharp scent of freshly squeezed lemon. His two cats sat perched on the counter, their sharp eyes tracking every movement, their tails flicking lazily as if silently judging your cooking skills.
āBabe, theyāre totally waiting for us to drop something,ā you giggled, nudging Jiyong as he reached for another ingredient.
āTheyāre opportunists,ā he scoffed, turning to Zoa. āArenāt you, Princess? Youāre not slick.ā
The gray cat blinked at him, unimpressed, before returning to watching your every move.
The two of you tossed back shots between chopping, stirring, and sneaking bites of food. Each time the tequila burned your throat, Jiyong was there with a teasing smirk, leaning in to steal a quick, lingering kiss that tasted of citrus and salt. You felt light, the alcohol buzzing in your veins, but it wasnāt just thatāit was him. This moment. This feeling of being completely and utterly alive.
āVoila!ā Jiyong announced dramatically, placing the finished dish on the counter with a flourish. His grin was downright giddy, like a little kid proud of his creation.
You clapped your hands together, eyes lighting up as you took in the masterpiece before you. āHoly shit, babe. This looks amazing.ā
Jiyong preened under your praise, already reaching for a piece of lobster and popping it into his mouth.
āShould we sit at the table?ā you asked, glancing toward the neatly set dining area.
āFuck no,ā he said through a mouthful of food. āCouch. Show. Now.ā
You giggled, warmth blooming in your chest. You had finally found someone who matched your energyāwho understood the joy of ignoring formalities in favor of what truly mattered.
Plates in hand, you both made your way back to the couch, curling up under the softest blanket as Breaking Bad resumed on the screen. Every so often, Jiyong would feed you a bite, and you'd do the same for him, laughing when he dramatically moaned about how good it was. The alcohol settled over you like a warm embrace, your limbs heavy, your mind blissfully light.
At the edge of the couch, Zoa and Iye sat patiently, their eyes fixed on the two of you, hoping for a dropped morsel.
āSorry, ladies,ā you teased, waving a lobster claw in front of them. āThis oneās all ours.ā
Jiyong chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. His body was warm against yours, his scent a mixture of cologne, blueberry vape juice, and something inherently him. You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling completely and utterly at home.
It hit you thenāhow much you loved him. How he wasnāt just your boyfriend. He was your best friend. The person you could be unapologetically yourself around. No pretense, no walls. Just laughter, love, and this perfect, ordinary, extraordinary moment.
By the time dinner was finished, the two of you had knocked back a few more shots, and your bodies had melted further into the cushions. The warmth of the alcohol, the lull of the TV, and Jiyongās steady breathing made your eyelids heavy. Even the cats had settled into slumber, Zoa curled up at your feet while Iye stretched out on the back of the couch.
Jiyong shifted beside you, his lips grazing your temple as he whispered, āCan we finish the show in my room?ā
You hummed in agreement, unable to form words in your sleepy haze.
With an exaggerated groan, Jiyong forced himself up, stumbling slightly before pulling you to your feet. The two of you giggled as you made your way to the bedroom, tripping over each otherās steps, hands wandering, lips meeting between bursts of laughter.
As soon as you passed the threshold of the bedroom door, it was a tangle of limbs, clothing being shed in lazy, drunken movements, laughter giving way to slow, heated kisses.
Jiyong took his time with you, his hands mapping the curves of your body like he was committing you to memory. Every touch was reverent, every kiss deep and lingering. The world outside ceased to existāthe only thing that mattered was this, the warmth of his skin against yours, the way your bodies fit together like a puzzle that had finally found its missing piece.
There were moments of whispered confessions between soft moans, giggles breaking the tension as you both found yourselves too tipsy to be completely coordinated. But none of it mattered. All that mattered was that he was here, with you, holding you like you were the best thing he had ever known.
Because to him, you are.
Afterward, tangled in the sheets, Jiyong pulled you close, his arms securing you against him as he pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder. You sighed in contentment, nuzzling deeper into his embrace.
āGānight, JiJi,ā you murmured sleepily.
He hummed against your skin, his lips still brushing over you. āNight, baby girl.ā
Within moments, sleep claimed you both.
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Jiyong was the first to wake.
A groggy groan left his lips as he scrubbed a hand over his face, his body still heavy with sleep. The golden morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows over the room.
When he turned over, his breath caught.
You were still fast asleep, your hair spilling across the white sheets, your lips slightly parted as the softest snores escaped.
Nestled under your arm, Zoa was curled into the smallest ball, her tiny frame rising and falling with each peaceful breath.
Jiyong felt his heart clench.
He had never been a morning person, but waking up to this? To you? He could get used to that.
A quiet meow pulled his attention, and he shifted his gaze to Iye, who sat perched on the pillow beside your head. The slender cat stretched lazily, then turned to look at him.
Jiyong raised an eyebrow. āWell?ā he whispered, as if Iye would actually respond.
The cat let out a soft chirp, then glanced at you.
And then, in the smallest of gestures, she leaned forward and rubbed her face against your cheek before settling back down.
Jiyong blinked.
That was it. That was the moment.
He grinned, shaking his head in disbelief as he ran a hand through his messy hair. Iye, his most reserved, most particular baby, had just given you her silent approval.
He exhaled a quiet laugh, his gaze drifting back to you.
The love that swelled in his chest was almost too much.
He reached over, brushing a few strands of hair from your face, his fingertips barely grazing your skin.
āGod, I love you,ā he whispered, more to himself than to you.
And in that moment, with the sun painting you in gold, his cats nestled around you, and his heart feeling fuller than it ever hadāJiyong knew.
summary: after being indecisive on the design, you finally get a matching tattoo with ji-yong
word count: 2504
tags: fluff, flirting, smau bonus - (if you have tattoos we'll pretend this was your first ever tattoo, for the plot ofc) also your usernames are within the images :pp
āYou know,ā Ji-yong muses, tracing lazy circles on your arm as you lay tangled together on the couch, āI still think we should get matching tattoos.ā
You roll your eyes with a small laugh. āYouāve been saying that for months.ā
āBecause I mean it.ā He props himself up on his elbow, watching you with that signature smirkāthe one that always spells trouble. āIām covered in them, and you still donāt have a single one. Itās kind of unfair.ā
āYou say that like I havenāt wanted one,ā you argue, nudging his chest. āIām justā¦ picky. If Iām going to have something on my body forever, it has to be perfect.ā
He hums, nodding like he understands, but then his lips curl mischievously. āOh, I know youāre picky. Thatās why Iām mentally preparing myself for the five-hour deliberation when we finally go.ā
You scoff. āIt wonāt take five hours.ā
āMm. No, youāre right. Six hours at least.ā
You swat at him, and he laughs, catching your wrist before lacing your fingers together. āIām just saying,ā he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, āyou overthink things, and I think this is one of those times you donāt have to. Itās about meaning, not just aesthetics.ā
You exhale slowly, your fingers idly playing with the chain around his neck. āThatās the thing, though. I want it to mean something. If I get a tattoo, I donāt want to regret it in ten years.ā
He studies you for a moment, his expression shifting from playful to soft. āI get that,ā he says, voice quieter now. āThatās why I want to get something with you. Because I know Iād never regret it.ā
You and Ji-yong have never needed grand gestures to prove what you already knowāyou're in this for life. Itās something youāve both made clear, in whispered confessions late at night, in the way his fingers always find yours in a crowded room, in the unshakable certainty that no matter what, youād always choose each other. Marriage is definitely in the cards, something youāve talked about more than once, not as a distant "what if" but as an inevitable when. But a tattoo? Thatās something different. Something permanent in a way that even rings arenāt, ink pressed into skin as a quiet, unwavering promise. If you were going to do thisāifāyou wanted it to be right. You wanted it to truly mean something.Ā
Your heart clenches at the sincerity in his tone, but before you can dwell on it too much, he smirks again. āBut since youāre the most indecisive person on the planet, I might have to take matters into my own hands.ā
You raise a brow, already suspicious. āAnd what exactly does that mean?ā
āI was thinking... tiny cartoon dragons.ā
A groan slips from your lips as you shove his face away, making him laugh. āJi-yong, no. If Iām getting my first tattoo, itās not going to be a cartoon dragon.ā
āOkay, okay, how about this?ā He shifts, pulling out his phone. āWe could get something coolālike a symbol, maybe. Or lyrics from a song.ā He scrolls through images for a moment before holding up a picture of a delicate script tattoo. āSomething simple, like this?ā
You tilt your head, considering it. āI like that, butā¦ I donāt know.ā
āSee?ā He grins, nudging your cheek with his nose. āPicky.ā
āThoughtful,ā you correct, flicking his forehead.
He chuckles, tucking his face against your shoulder. āYeah, yeah. Same thing.ā
You smile softly, the idea still floating in your mind. You do want a tattoo, but you want it to be right. Something that matters, something thatās yours. And knowing Ji-yong, heāll wait as long as you need.
āAlright,ā he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss just below your jaw. āIāll be patientāfor now. But the second you figure it out, Iām taking you straight to the shop. No second-guessing.ā
You shake your head, amused. āWeāll see about that.ā
His lips brush against your skin again, warm and teasing. āMark my words, jagiya. One day, youāll be the one begging me to go first.ā
You scoff, but the thought lingers in your mind long after the conversation ends. Maybe heās right. Maybe one day will be sooner than you think. For the entire week following said conversation, you were kept awake by all the different design possibilitiesāincluding everything wrong with them, critiquing every Pinterest board you came across, analysing them like you were a professional.Ā
Like the previous few nights: itās lateāone of those nights where the world outside feels distant, the only sounds in the room are the slow hum of the air conditioning and Ji-yongās steady breathing beside you. You should be sleeping, but instead, youāre lying on your back, phone in hand, scrolling through tattoo ideas for what feels like the hundredth time.
Ji-yong shifts, his arm tightening around your waist as he buries his face against your shoulder. āYouāre thinking too hard again,ā he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. āI can hear it.ā
You let out a breathy laugh, locking your phone and setting it aside. āYou can hear me thinking?ā
āYes,ā he groans, shifting onto his elbow to squint at you through heavy-lidded eyes. āItās loud. Annoyingly loud.ā
You roll onto your side to face him, resting your cheek against the pillow. āWell, I canāt help it. This is permanentāI want to get it right.ā
He sighs dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. āThis is worse than when you take an hour to pick a restaurant.ā
āExcuse me, thatās an important decision,ā you argue. āI need to weigh all my options.ā
āItās food.ā
āItās life or death.ā
He huffed a laugh, then pokes your forehead lightly. āSee? This is exactly what I mean. Youāre gonna think yourself into oblivion if you donāt chill.ā He drags you closer until your head is against his chest, his fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes along your back. āWe could get anything, and it wouldnāt change a thing. You and me? Weāre already forever. Today, tomorrow, and every day after that.ā
Thatās it! Something clicks in your mind, the way puzzle pieces snap into place. You sit up slightly, your fingers gripping his shirt. āJi-yong.ā
He hums, eyes half-closed. āMm?ā
āWhat about 224?ā
His brows furrow. ā224?ā
You nod, heartbeat picking up. āToday, tomorrow, forever.ā
Thereās a beat of silence. Thenāhis eyes widen slightly, like the meaning is settling in, like itās really hitting him. He blinks. āWait.ā A slow, almost disbelieving smile tugs at his lips. āYou came up with this?ā
āHey! Whatās that supposed to mean?ā
He grins, propping himself up on one elbow. āI mean, Iāve been watching you spiral for days over this, and now you suddenly come up with something perfect? My words finally got through to you, huh?ā
You roll your eyes. āI hate that youāre right.ā
He chuckles, shaking his head as he repeats the numbers under his breath. ā224ā¦ today, tomorrow, forever...ā Then, suddenly, his expression shiftsāhis brows lift slightly, his lips parting as if something just hit him. He shoots up, sitting fully upright now, eyes wide.
āOh my god.ā
You blink, startled. āWhat?ā
Ji-yong grabs your hands, his excitement bubbling over. āTwo plus two plus four!ā
āWhat?ā
āIt adds up to eight!ā His grip tightens as he shakes your hands a little, like he canāt contain himself. āEight!ā
You blink again. āAnd?ā
He looks borderline offended. āAein. Eight is my number.ā
Realization washes over you. Youāve known about his obsession with the number for yearsāthe symbol of his recent comeback. And now, your number ties into it.
Ji-yong laughs, running a hand through his hair as he stares at you, looking completely smitten. āThis is fate. Youāā He cuts himself off, then groans dramatically. āYouāre gonna make me fall in love with you all over again.ā
You laugh. āNow youāre being dramatic.ā
āIām serious!ā He cups your face, tilting it up so you can see just how much he means it. ā224. Eight. You and me, forever.ā
You grin, warmth spreading through your chest. āSo weāre doing it?ā
āOh, weāre definitely doing it.ā His hands slide down to your waist, pulling you onto his lap in one swift motion. āAnd Iām making sure everyone knows you came up with it, but I made it iconic.ā
You snort, swatting at his chest. āYou are unbearable.ā
Ji-yong smirks, leaning in to kiss youāslow, deep, certain. But he doesnāt stop at just one kiss. The moment he has you in his lap, his lips are everywhereāpressing soft, lingering kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, the tip of your nose. He hums against your skin, grinning between each press of his lips, murmuring little praises like, "My smart girl," and "how did I get so lucky?" Before capturing your lips again. His hands keep you close, fingers tracing absentminded patterns along your back, as if he canāt bear to let go. When he pulls away just enough to catch his breath, he takes one look at your dazed expression and dives back in, peppering kisses along your collarbone, your shoulder, up the curve of your neck, until you're giggling, overwhelmed by the sheer warmth of his affection.
The excitement lingers between you both for days, the decision feeling more perfect with each passing moment. When the appointment finally arrives, Ji-yong insists on making a whole day out of itābecause, of course, he does.
You find yourselves at a sleek, upscale tattoo studio, the kind that feels both exclusive and effortlessly cool, much like him. Ji-yong has been here beforeāhe greets the artist like an old friend, all easy smiles and playful banter, while you stand there, heart pounding just a little. He catches your hesitation immediately. His fingers brush against yours before lacing them together, giving your hand a light squeeze. āNervous?ā he asks, tilting his head with that knowing smirk.
You sigh, shifting slightly on your feet. āMaybe a little. I mean, itās my first tattoo.ā
He grins. āAnd I get to be part of it. I get to be your first.ā He leans in, voice dipping playfully. āYou sure you can handle that, jagiya?ā
You roll your eyes, shoving at his shoulder. āYou make everything sound suggestive.ā
He laughs, pulling you closer. āIām just saying, itās a big deal.ā He presses a quick kiss to your temple before nudging you toward the tattoo chair. āCome on, letās make history.ā
The artist preps everything, and before long, the stencil of 224 is placed on your skin, just beneath your wrist. You stare at it, taking in the simple yet meaningful numbers. It already feels like a part of you.
Ji-yong watches you carefully, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your other wrist. āLooks good?ā
You nod, exhaling. āYeah. More than good.ā
He grins, looking genuinely proud. āThen letās do this.ā
When the needle touches your skin, you brace yourselfābut Ji-yong is right there, his hand never leaving yours, his voice low and reassuring. āYouāre doing so good,ā he murmurs, squeezing your fingers lightly. āTold you it wouldnāt be that bad.ā
āSays the guy covered in tattoos.ā
āFair.ā
When itās his turn, he barely even flinches, watching with an easy, satisfied smile as the same numbers are inked into his skin. When itās done, he lifts his arm beside yours, comparing the matching tattoos with a pleased hum.
āPerfect,ā he says simply. Then, he turns to you, eyes softening. āJust like us.ā
Your heart swells. And when he kisses you right there in the chair, not caring about the artistās amused snort, you know thereās no one else youād rather have by your sideātoday, tomorrow, forever.
The buzz of adrenaline from getting the tattoo still lingers as you step out of the shop, his fingers laced with yours once again, his grip warm and steady. He swings your joined hands between you as he smirks down at your fresh ink. āWe did it. Matching tattoos. No going back now, baby.ā
You glance up at him with a teasing glint in your eye. āOh, I donāt knowā¦ I hear laser removal is pretty advanced these days.ā
His mouth drops open in exaggerated offense. āExcuse me?ā
You bite back a smile, shrugging. āI mean, if you ever get sick of meāā
He cuts you off immediately, tugging you flush against him. āNot a damn chance,ā he murmurs, voice low and certain. āYouāre stuck with me now. Today, tomorrow, forever, remember?ā
Your heart flips, but you refuse to let him have the upper hand that easily. Smirking, you trace your fingers along the collar of his jacket. āGuess I should start thinking about what other permanent marks I wanna leave on you, then.ā
His eyes darken just slightly, a slow grin spreading across his face. āOh, now weāre talking.ā
Dinner is at one of your favorite spots, a place tucked away from prying eyes, where dim lighting and soft music make everything feel intimate. Ji-yong insists on ordering for both of you, leaning across the table with his usual confidence. āTrust me, I know exactly what you need.ā
And, annoyingly, heās right. The food is perfect.
Midway through the meal, you glance down at your hand resting on the table, the fresh tattoo peeking out from under your sleeve. The sight of it still feels surrealāpermanent proof of something that was never in question. You reach for your phone, snapping a quick picture before turning to Ji-yong. āShould I post it?ā
His eyes light up instantly. āYou want to?ā
You shrug, smirking. āWell, I meanā¦ itād be kind of cruel not to let everyone lose their minds over it.ā
He grins, leaning forward with clear excitement. āOh, I love when youāre the troublemaker.ā
Laughing, you tap out a caption, keeping it simple but meaningful.
As soon as you hit post, your phone explodes with notifications. Fans are already freaking out, but the real fun starts when you notice familiar names popping up in the comments.
Ji-yong, who has been watching you with amusement, leans over slightly. āAlright, whoās losing it the most?ā
You scroll through, grinning. āLetās seeā¦ā
Daesung: I knew it. You two are disgusting. (Also, congrats šā¤ļø)
CL: Finally. My favorite power couple stays winning.
ROSE: 224ā¦ Iām emotional. This is beautiful.
Seunghyun: A timeless commitment. Very fitting.
Minzy: Love is real šš
Taeyang: Ok but who cried first? Be honest.
Ji-yong snorts at that last one. āShould I comment back and expose you?ā
You shoot him a look. āMe? Donāt even try it. You were the one getting all sentimental about forever first.ā
āThatās because I meant it.ā
Your heart does that annoying little flip again, and before he can tease you for it, you shake your head, grinning as you type a response to Taeyang:
You already know it was him.
āWow. Betrayal.ā
You just laugh, sliding your phone across the table. āHere, go defend your honor.ā
Instead of taking it, he leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. āNah,ā he murmurs. āIāve got better things to do.ā
Summary: in desperate need of a drug fix and no money to pay for it, Nam-Gyu shows up at the pretty girl dealers house hoping sheād be kind enough to help him out.
Warnings: smut (18+) , p in v sex , oral (f receiving) , nam-gyu begging , drug use , drug dealing , withdrawal , talk about sex for drugs , spit , cum play , drugs like lots of drugs , creampie , probably more , read at your own risk
He was not particularly sure why he came here. He had other dealers that sold harder shit that would even deliver. Maybe it was the fact he knew they wouldnāt spare him a second of their day if they knew Nam-Gyu hadnāt a cent to spare. You however? The sweet lilā dealer that was like a princess? Maybe you could help him.
Bi-weekly pay had gotten to him. Week one of his lavish expenditures had left him eating sleep for dinner on week two. He had run through his supply of drugs the other night at one of Thanosā party and with literally no fucking money to buy the drugs he thrived on, Nam-Gyu was not well off.
He tried to get through it, he really did! But the shakes, the brain fog, the migraines, body aches and every other symptom in between have gotten worse. So that led him to walk the 3 miles to your cozy apartment in hopes that you would be kind enough to help him out.
He doesnāt remember the journey, he really just remembers coming face to face with your front door and the brightly colored door mat. Lifting a shaky arm, Nam-Gyu knocks on the door, hoping that you wouldnāt kill him for showing up unannounced at 12am.
āH-heeeyy..ā
You look at the jittery man on your doorstep, hand scratching at the back of his neck and heart practically beating out of his throat, āI needa buy.ā Heās the picture image of withdrawal. Sheen of sweat, jaw clenched and you can tell the way his body is locking up to try and stop the violent jitters that wrack his body.
āNam-Gyu?!ā You say adjusting your eyes to the backlit Nam-Gyu standing on your porch. It had to be at least midnight. āFucking hellā¦ā you groan, āI told you to text before coming here.ā Youāre irritated, blocking the door opening with your body. You give him a once over, eyebrows knitting together, āwhat the fuck happened to you.ā
āLook I-I know you told me to text before I came around but I really need something right now. You always have the best shit- fuck please- I sold the rest of my shit for rent, I-I donāt have anything itās been days-ā
Heās raising his voice, desperately pleading with you to give him a moment of your day despite him turning up out of nowhere. The last thing you need is one of your neighbors getting suspicious of some odd man on your doorstep. You already have people uneasy with how many people come and leave from your house in quick intervals.
Youāre groaning, reaching out and gripping his shirt, āGet the fuck in here. Youāre acting a mess on my porch.ā Youāre practically throwing him into your house and slamming the door shut behind Nam-Gyu.
āFuck thank you, you have no idea how much I need this- I-i mean I really did try to find something else, didnāt want to bother you- but no one fucking answered!ā Heās practically pulling his hair out, hands sliding up his face to grip at his hair in a state you could only describe as anguish. You can hear how dry his throat is, each syllable coming out in a creaky broken rasp.
Itās times like these that really make you with that you didnāt deal drugs. Sure, you dealt pills, shit harder than weed- but a good dealer always tests her product and none of your product would do that to someone. Nam-Gyu was coming down off some harder shit.
You feel bad in a way, heās not a horrible guy and seeing him like this is upsetting. Heās definitely a sarcastic asshole, but, many a time heās been the one to actually talk to you while picking up, ask you about your day, albeit in a disinterested voice and a slight eye roll. Heād maybe compliment you here and there- he didnāt just toss you money and bolt off your porch.
Your knitted eyebrows relax themselves as you witness his state, āJeezā¦ās okayā¦ā you mutter, trying to calm him down some. āIāllā¦uhh get you somethin.ā You say pointing behind you in the general direction of your product. He was in a pitiful state, sweaty and gnawing on his inner cheek so hard youāre sure heās going to bite through his skin. You almost didnāt want to leave him like that just in the middle of your living room
You knew he normally did shit harder than what you were dealing. You were wondering why he even came to you. There had to have been someone else who would have answered. Guess that just means youāre good at your job?
Nam-Gyu watches as you shuffle off awkwardly down the hall. If he didnāt feel like his whole body was on fire he probably would have laughed at what you were wearing- a nightgown with some cutsey designs and fuzzy slippers (bunny ears included). This was who he was getting his drugs from?!
You come back with a few bags in your hands, tired eyes counting over your inventory. āI mean, I got whatever you needā¦ā you say, trying to get this over with as fast as possible, you want to go back to bed.
Nam-Gyu nearly drops to his knees when you come back with all the drugs he could only hope to do. āFuck yes! I- uhā¦y-yeah, yeah. Uhm I donāt know, fucking pills of some sort.ā Heās tugging at the collar of his shirt and huffing out a shuddering breath, blown out pupils fixated on the bag of colorful pills.
Youāre walking over to a chair in your living room, sitting down and popping open one of the small baggies you got, youāre dumping the pills into your hand and examining them- youāre really not sure what you want to give him (you really donāt want to give him anything but itās not your place to deny him as his dealer if the dude was gonna pay).
You donāt realize it, but Nam-Gyu sure does. When you dump the pills into the cupped hand thatās raised over your lap, excess powder falls through the gaps of your fingers and onto your exposed thighs. Heās raising his hands back to his hair, gripping at the strands and pacing.
Blown out pupils latch onto the dust, he can only imagine the relief that would come if he just had that small amount- just the sprinkling of dust from the pills he knows are good as fuck, would help with the body shakes, the tense jaw, the racing heart and the ungodly amount of sweat, surely!
His body moves on its own accord, Nam-Gyu is dropping to his knees in your living room and crawling towards you, towards that sweet powder he needs.
Lifting your head up you just look at him, dumbly. Youāre rightfully confused, this is insane. Nam-Gyu, out of all people on all fours in your living room, crawling towards you. You canāt speak, youāre just genuinely too dumbfounded, watching him come closer and closer.
Itās genuinely jarring, seeing him reduced to what he is right now, hair stuck to his face by the sweat that coats his forehead. His eyes are hollowed, ringed by dark circles that emphasize the pleading, desperate look he has in his eyes as he shakily crawls towards you.
Chin practically over your knees, you can see each breath he takes. āWhat the fuck are you-ā your voice dies into a surprised gasp when Nam-Gyuās mouth drops open and his tongue lolls out, diving towards your thighs. You still donāt even realize the powder ecstasy that litters your thighs, all you can think to do is cup the pills into your fist and raise your other arm up to press your palm against his damp forehead.
Heās surprised how strong you are, youāre stiff arming him away from his goal and keeping your elbow locked, looking down at him incredulously. Nam-Gyu looks up at you from his position on the floor, on all fours, eyebrows upturned in a silent plea.
āWhat the fuckā¦ā you repeat, looking down at him with a look of āare you fucking serious?!ā.
And Nam-Gyu whines.
āY-youāre going to fucking waste it.ā Heās fighting against your hand, pushing towards your thighs and the multi colored power that dusts your skin. You finally follow his line of view, realizing how much you dropped. And he was right, you would have just dusted off the powder anyway, it was such a microscopic amount that you didnāt even pay it any mind to begin with, why would you save it?!
Itās a moment of silence, so quiet you can hear Nam-Gyuās breath and your own. Heās not just breathing heavy though, heās panting. Like a dog begging at your heel for a treat heās been deprived of for far too long.
You donāt know why, but youāre slowly easing your arm up. Maybe itās to see the lengths he would actually go to, to get his fix? Maybe itās because you think your idea of what he was going to do was so far out of his character, he was going to do something different than what it looked like it.
Nam-Gyu is instantly pushing against you, crawling towards you and lowering his head to your thighs. He does exactly what you thought he was going to do.
Youāre pulling your hand away from his forehead and youāre gripping the armrest of your chair, drawing in a sharp breath. Nam-Gyu sits up on his knees, placing large hands on your legs and ghosting his lips against your thighs. What the fuck were you even doing?! Letting this client of yours lick fucking powdered ecstasy off your bare thighs?!
But you donāt stop him.
You jump a little when you feel the warmth of his tongue lathe up your left thigh, tracing a wet line through the powder up your leg. Heās slow at first, licking one long stripe and pulling back. His mouth closes, tongue rolling around in his mouth to savor the bitter flavor of the mini dosage. The second he feels the slightest bit of a rush, heās diving back down and running his tongue along your other thigh.
You just watch, you canāt do much else. Heart thrumming in your throat you watch as his tongue licks up and down your thighs, coating the pink muscle in the powder you werenāt even going to think twice about. Every little bit of ecstasy that begins to coarse through his veins just makes him want more. He becomes sloppy, tongue licking over spots he most certainly has been already.
Each lick eases Nam-Gyuās symptoms little by little. Itās still not enough though. How could it be?! He is a connoisseur of drugs far harder than yours, a little powdered ecstasy isnāt going to give him the relief he needs or the high he desperately craves.
Gravity works wonders though. As he pulls away the slightest bit, trying to see if thereās any spot heās missed, he sees what he believes to be the jackpot- the small pile of powder that has collected between your thighs. He can see it, just under the hem of that stupid pink nightgown youāre wearing.
Itās calling to him like a siren calls a sailor- heād be going into treacherous waters to get it, he knows you well enough to know thereās a 50/50 chance you might snap his neck for even trying to get at the pile of white happiness.
Withdrawl overtakes rationality and heās going for it. His hands tighten their grip on your knees, beginning to push them apart so he could lick along the insides of your thighs.
You jolt upright, hand flying to his hair and pulling at it, pulling his face up from your thighs. Hrs practically drooling, tongue still stuck out and fighting against your hand to get more.
āI have actual pills Nam-Gyu!ā You say, rattling the pills in your hand, āquit licking at the powder like a fucking dog.ā The fact heās doing all of this for so little makes your clothes feel tighter than they are. And the way youāre speaking to him, looking down at him like heās some freak makes his pants way tighter than heās ever going to admit.
He seems to snap out of it a bit, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and sitting back on his heels. If he had a tail, youāre pretty sure it would be wagging. āāM sorry.ā He mumbles, wide eyes looking at you with the most desperate look you think youāve ever seen. āI want the actual pills.ā He nods frantically, hands still gripping your knees.
āYeahā¦okay..ā you say, finally uncurling your fist that holds the pills but not the fist that holds his hair. You try to tell yourself the wetness thatās between your thighs is from Nam-Gyuās tongue although you know you pulled him away before he could even get up that far. You rub your eyes with your free hand, you canāt believe this is what you night turned too.
āIāll do the normal 25 for two.ā You say simply, looking down at him. You get a front row seat to the way his face falls. His eyes dart around, trying to look anywhere but at you. The sheen of sweat that lines his forehead thickens, beading faster and faster. āY-yeah, no, yeah, of courseā¦ā he nods as best as he can given your hand still in his hair.
Looking at him a bit skeptically, you release the hold you have on his hair and look to the three pills in your hand. Not wanting to get up to get another bag you say fuck it and pop one in your mouth, holding it under your tongue and dropping the other two pills into the small baggie and zip it closed.
Nam-Gyu doesnāt even move. He could put on a whole show of getting out his wallet and looking into the empty money slot but he doesnāt. He knows he doesnāt have the money, he wouldnāt be on his knees licking off ecstasy scraps off your thighs if he had the money to pay you for drugs.
And you were smart, youāve done this long enough and sold to Nam-Gyu for long enough to know thereās no way heād be looking at you like a desperate puppy on his knees if he the means to pay you for the pills. But, when you look back from the bag of pills to Nam-Gyu, seeing his eyebrows upturned and bottom lip quivering like he was about to cry seeing you take the full pill so easily- not having to worry about paying some dealer- you keep the charade going.
You hold the bag up in front of his face, āyou want them or not?ā
He nods, reaching for the bag. Youāre snatching it away, watching as he fumbles and nearly falls over trying to chase after the two measly pills. Catching himself by planting both his hands on your thighs, heās looking back up to you and panting, the minimal high from the small dose off your thighs now dwindling. He needs more.
āPayment.ā
āI-I I can pay you next time! I swear Iām good for it! W-with interest too!ā
You scoff, laughing in his face, āIām not a bank or a loan company.ā Your fingers are curling over the bag of pills and pulling it away from him.
Nam-Gyu can see the way your tongue rolls the pill around in your mouth. He can see the way your pupils begin to dilate and cover your irises, he fucking needs that. He always thought you were interesting for that- youād let it melt, slowly dissolve into your bloodstream rather chewing it like he did.
Heās frowning, realizing heās not getting far with that proposal. His eyes dart around, hands tightening their hold on your thighs. Heās trying to think of anything!
āLet me eat you out.ā
āWhat?!ā
Heās looking directly into your eyes, desperate and completely serious. Heās shaking so hard at this point, being so close yet so far from the thing he needs most right now. Those sweet fucking pills.
āIām good at it! Iāll- Iāll make it worth your while! However long you want!ā He says, wide, wild smile on his face. Nam-Gyu sees your very obvious confusion- eyebrows scrunched and face flushed. āF-for the pills! O-of course!ā He laughs nervously. Fuck, did he just fuck up his relationship with, arguably, his favorite plug??
āYouāreā¦.ā Your voice trails off as you try to think of what to say or even how to say it, āYouāre trying toā¦ whore yourself out for drugs?ā Nam-Gyu can feel his dick twitch in his pants when you word it like that, your words sort of slurred with the pill you keep tucked under your tongue.
You cannot believe this. Nam-Gyu reduced to a begging mess willing to sell his body for some pathetic pills. Though the thought of him eating you out makes the wet spot between your legs, that you will swear was from Nam-Gyu licking your thighs, grow wetter, you donāt want him to only do it for pills.
āYeah.ā Nam-Gyu responds simply, hands sliding up your thighs, āI donāt have money but I can give you that at least!ā
You scoff, āThatās a little pathetic.ā
Nam-Gyuās eyes flutter shut, heās drawing in a shaky breath and heās canting his hips upwards, trying to ease the strain his pants put on his growing erection. Though he fucking loved the sound of you calling him pathetic, he knew where the idea came from. He knew what you thought and he thought it was stupid you even assumed this was only for drugs, like he wouldnāt be down to eat you out any other time.
He would. Oh, he absolutely would but the time never arose. You two lived different lives that only intersected at a small intersection. Nam-Gyu knew your life wasnāt all about drug dealing- you had a degree on your wall for fucks sake- drug dealer or not you were far better than him. Too good for him.
āF-fuck I-Iām not just saying this because I want the drugsā¦well I want the Fuc-fucking drugs but I wouldnāt j-just whore myself out like this to anyone!ā Heās rambling, every other word cut off by a shuddering hiccup.
You raise an accusatory eyebrow, a grin now beginning to spread across your face, āso, youād just whore yourself out to me?ā You bite your lip, resolve crumbling the longer you watch him on his knees, fingertips absentmindedly digging into your thighs as his need for the high he had for a split second ago heightens once more.
Nam-Gyuās eyes widen, realizing exactly what he said, what he was implying. His heart feels like itās going to beat out of his chest, heās so fucking hot he feels like heās burning from the inside out. Fuck, is he going to vomit? He literally just begged you to let him eat you out for two fucking pills. What has he come to.
You can see the way his eyes literally canāt meet yours anymore, the way his breath is quickening in pace becoming short, rapid pants as he tries to think of anyway to remedy a situation only he saw as a failure.
Too out of it, too far into withdrawal and teased by the slight nirvana the minuscule amount of ecstasy he got off your thighs, he doesnāt even realize how youāve shifted. Youāre tossing the two bagged pills across the way and onto the couch of your living room and lean down.
One of your hands captures his chin, fixing your hold so your thumb is on his bottom lip and your pointer finger is hooked under his chin, forcing his gaze back to you. āBeg for it.ā
His eyebrows scrunch, lip almost instinctively rolling into a defiant snarl, āhuh?!ā
āYou want your fix right?ā Nam-gyuās breath hiccups once more as you roll your tongue in your mouth and push the bright purple pill in between your teeth, holding it there- showing him that the pill in your mouth was the one he was about to get.
āY-yeah, I want it. F-fuck please, itās been fucking days since Iāve been fucked up.ā Heās pulling his hands off your thighs and clawing at the fabric of his pants.
You push back off the chair and slowly stand. When Nam-Gyu teeters on his knees placing a hand on the ground like heās about to push himself up to stand with you, you strengthen your grip on his chin, putting his focus back on you. You can see the way he struggles- heās not used to this.
āI didnāt say you could stand.ā
He looks up at you, eyebrows scrunching like heās angry- yet he doesnāt move. Heās bigger than you, he can easily overpower you and stop you at anytime but he doesnāt. Heās just keeps his chin tilted up at you and lets you continue.
āNow beg for it.ā Your words are spoken through clenched teeth as you keep holding the pill to be visible.
āY-you want me to beg for a pill, thatās..thatās been in your fucking mouth a-already?!ā He shudders out, almost in a hiss if it wasnāt for his ragged breathing that just wouldnāt cease.
Youāre sucking the pill back into your mouth, āYou have the money to pay for a pill that hasnāt been in my mouth?ā
The way you say it in such a mocking tone, the way you tilt your head ever so slightly and squint your eyes for emphasis- just rubbing in the fact he has no room to complain.
Nam-gyu opens his mouth to protest, to call you a bitch even- but that wouldnāt get him the high he desperately needs- heās closing his mouth and pouting. He needs something, anything at this point. Itās a deep, almost engraved need that has his mind spiraling at the sanctity that even that pill, the one that was a third of the way dissolved in your mouth by now, would give him.
Heās swallowing thickly, fidgeting awkwardly on the floor in his kneeling position, āP-Please.ā Itās soft, like heās testing it out, seeing if thatās all he needs to do.
Itās not.
When he realizes that you donāt even flinch, you just continue to look down at him with a twisted grin, he lifts his hands to his hair, scratching at his scalp and moaning, itās an exasperated, needy groan that just proves how bad he needs this small fix. His eyes are rolling back and screwing shut like heās battling with himself (he absolutely is).
He doesnāt even get the solace of looking away to gather himself, your hold on his chin keeps him looking up at you. āF-fuckā¦holy shit, a-alright, fuck!ā Nam-Gyu is nearly yelling now, face flushed and taking on a new sheen of sweat that begins to come back full force. āPlease! I fucking need it. Y-you have no..no fucking idea!ā
There it is again, the upturned eyebrows and quivering lip that makes your cunt throb in ways you didnāt think was possible. Oh, you could get used to this. Your grin widens, āYou gonna text before showing up again? Like Iāve told you a thousand times before?ā
He nods erratically, falling forwards placing his hands back over your thighs as he shakes his head free from the hold you had on his chin. Heās surging forward, chin resting on your stomach and hands sliding upwards from your thighs to your waist.
Now heās pulling you closer, keeping your gaze. You could swear heās nearly crying now, eyelashes becoming matted with the way his eyes well up in pure desperation.
āYes- ohmygod yes! I promise! I-Iāll text you, Iāll even call when Iām 5 minutes away when Iām heading to you! I-I fuck! Iām so s-sorry I showed up out of..out of fucking nowhere I just need something! P-please! Youāreā¦youāre the only person I could think to go to.ā
Itās full on rambling now, it didnāt take much for his resolve to fully break. You honestly miss half of what he says because you canāt stop staring that the outline of his erection that strains against his pants.
You nod, hand coming to cup his cheek and push him away from you the slightest bit. Fingertips ghosting lightly over his cheek and down to his chin, holding him much how you were moments ago, you only respond with one word, āOpenā
And Nam-Gyu does. His mouth drops open before the word even falls from your lips completely. Tugging him forward slightly, youāre leaning directly over him. He lolls his tongue out eagerly, heās not dumb- he knows exactly what youāre about to do and he couldnāt be happier.
Youāre bending down slightly before you purse your lips and suck your teeth. In a slow, thick, glistening trail, youāre spitting the pill onto Nam-Gyuās tongue.
The second the pill hits his tastebuds, surrounded by the taste of your spit- something he never imagined he would ever taste- heās practically keeling over, cock becoming painfully hard. Snapping his mouth shut, heās chewing the pill and sighing deeply.
You pull back, dropping your hand from his chin and smiling slightly. Nam-Gyu visibly relaxes, straightening his back and rolling his neck from shoulder to shoulder with a groan as the high slowly but surely begins to take over his body. Youāre backing up and sitting back down to watch the show, how his chest heaves and now sweat beads down his neck. As much as you want to not be, youāre also focused on the outline of his dick.
Youāre positive heād stand and bid you farewell. Nam-Gyu only hung around you sometimes and sure youāve had decent conversations with the guy but itās always been under the same pretense- Nam-Gyu stopping by to buy drugs from you. Once he got that fix, after the stunt you just pulled- youāre certain heād be fucking gone the second he got his bearings. The erection was just a symptom of his withdrawal desperation. You did erotically spit a pill into his mouthā¦But he also wasnāt exactly in the right mind.
Nam-gyu leans back on his hands, tipping his head to the ceiling and letting out a soft hum, the effects beginning to wash over his body. Assuming heās gotten what heās wanted and getting ready to leave, you go to speak,
āI can see you out-ā
āCan I still eat your pussy?ā
āOh-ā your voice cuts off into a surprised squeak as you realize you two had very different ideas. Your wide eyes look over to Nam-Gyu like youāve misheard him, his head still tipped back and eyes still closed. āLook- I donāt feel right having you whore yourself out for some pillsā¦Iāll just give you one for the road if itās that bad. You donāt have to-ā
āI fucking want toā heās cutting you off. āThis isnāt about the pills anymore.ā Nam-Gyu is snapping his head back forward to look at you and then down to his very obvious erection.
Once again, much like the beginning of the night, youāre looking at him incredulously, like heās not even speaking the same language as you. Now youāre the one left with your mouth hanging open trying to find something to say.
āFuck..ā Nam-Gyu says breathlessly and exasperated much like he was before- like eating you out is something he needs, āDo I have to beg for that too?! I-I will.ā
Heās crawling again, dear fucking god, he might kill you at this rate. Youāve seen his man get into rages that scared you when youāve seen him working at Club Pentagon. You know all too well heās a ticking time bomb of an erratic nature that freaks most people out. That terrifying image is whittled down to a pathetic, desperate man that crawls to you. Heās looking at you with wide eyes as he moves back into the same position when he was licking ecstasy off your thighs.
Ringed hands splay themselves over your thighs, gripping the flesh as he kneels before you. āCāmon, fuck, please, just lemme get a taste. I c-could fucking, ohmygod, i could fucking smell you when I was licking your thighs clean.ā as he rambles, heās staring down at your lap like he could see through the bunched fabric of your night gown that hides your pussy from his view.
āIā¦ā He scrunches his face like heās debating on saying something and it seems like the courage his high gives him wins over whatever battle he was going through, āI fuckinā dreamt about eating you out. W-wanna know what you sound like when I suck on your clitā¦ā his hands are sliding up your thighs, āY-You made the cutest little squeal thisā¦this one time when you got tickled by your best friend when I was here to pick up a-a month agoā¦been thinking, fuck..ā heās squeezing your thighs as he rambles on, ābeen thinking about if-if you make that same sound when you cum.ā
You hardly remember the time heās talking about- you know you had your best friend staying over a while ago- maybe they had scared you and tickled your sides and he had been waiting in the living room?! You didnāt know but his words made your mind fill with too much static to even try to dig the memory up.
He takes your silence as he needs to do more. Need to beg more. Be it the increasing intensity of the high heās feeling or just the sheer need heās been bottling up for a fix of drugs and a fix of you, heās rambling on without you even telling him to.
āI jerk off thinking of you! The first time I came to buy from you after Thanos sent me your number I-I fucking went home and fisted my dick raw to the thought of you giving me head.ā Nam-Gyuās blown pupils bounce around as he looks around, trying to think of anything else to plead his case like heās talking to his old parole officer when he broke his probation.
You let him speak, shifting under his hold as he rambles. The high makes his mind spin in ways that when heās focused on talking, begging you to let him eat you out, he doesnāt even feel the way you throw his hands off of you. Hell he doesnāt even see how you flip your nightgown up, revealing your bare pussy- his head is tipped up to the sky as he begins to list nearly everytime heās gone home hard just become heās come over to pick up from you.
āNam-Gyu.ā
He finally snaps his head back to your eyes and looks at you, only when your eyes drop down to your cunt- directing his gaze- does he follow.
āO-oh fucking hell.ā
Heās moving forward eagerly, throwing all caution to the wind. The only idea, the only thought he has is diving tongue deep into your cunt.
āAht!ā
Your hand is flying to the top of his head and pulling at his hair, scolding him like a dog. Youāre pulling him back and closing your legs, shielding his direct view of your sticky cunt. āI didnāt say you could touch.ā
He looks up to you, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip jutted out in a pout, āWa-wait no please! I promise Iāll make it worth your while. F-fuck you have such a pretty fucking pussy.ā Nam-Gyu is so fixated on the fact heās seen your bare pussy, the fact you havenāt been wearing underwear the whole time, heās forgetting what heās trying to ask.
Part of Nam-Gyu is so overtly aware that he would never be in this position sober. On his knees and begging?! That wasnāt in his personality. The high of the drugs you deal, the drugs that you spit in his mouth, have completely melted any inhibition heās had.
āYou said you jerked off to me?ā
The fact you donāt even address his rambling directly makes him leak pathetically, heās nodding in response.
āTell me about it. What did you think about?ā Your voice comes out in a soft purr, legs falling open once more. With your heels tucked up on the seat you sit on and your knees falling outward, youāre spread open for him once again. Still holding him by the hair, you tighten your grip to make sure he still remembers what you said. No touching.
āI- uhhā¦oh fuckā¦ā his eyes are darting around as heās trying to think of the last time he thought about you with his hands around his cock, itās hard to even think about something in the past when his face is level with your pussy. āLast m-month.ā He pants out, eyes back on your cunt.
Heās pausing, mouth watering as he watches your hand trail down your stomach and to your inner thighs, āGo onā¦ā youāre urging.
āI came to fucking get some weed. You- oh fuck.ā Nam-Gyu chokes on his words as your hand run back upwards, sitting against your pubic bone, fingers sliding down the sides of your cunt and spreading yourself wide.
āCome on āGyu, donāt tell me you havenāt seen a pussy before.ā
āNot one this pretty, no.ā
His response catches you off guard, no sarcastic remark, no angry glare, just the truth about what he was thinking. Something he hardly ever spoke outwardly. Nam-Gyu was closed off, everyone knew that. His inner most feelings were anyoneās guess- but right now, he seems like heās spouting off exactly how he feels no problem.
āYou- ohmygod- you were getting ready to go to the club with your friendsā¦with the- the fuck, the VIP thing I gave you.ā
āYou mean the wristband?ā
āYes, fuck, the wristband. Oh my god, youāre gonna kill me.ā Nam-Gyu groans, all sense of proper thinking going out the window when he watches two of your fingers pet at your clit. Light circles, barely any pressure, but with each complete circle around the pulsing bud, he watches as more of your creamy arousal leaks from your entrance. The worst part? He canāt even lick it up, you wonāt let him, your other hand is still latched onto his hair, holding him an arms length away.
āYou had this fucking outfit on- the black dress, the one that was far too fucking short and some heels.ā Every word is an expletive at this point, āYou fucking bent down to pick something up and I-I saw your fucking thong, pink with bows. And fuck your assā¦I just-ā
āYou perv.ā You scold with a teasing grin, ālooking up my dress like that~ā your fingers move lower, tracing around your entrance, āSo then what? You went back home and fisted your cock to the thought of my thong?ā
āIf I say yes can I eat you out?ā
āYouāre so impatient. You want it that bad?ā You can hear the way his breath hitches when you sink two fingers into your pussy, curling them upwards a few times. Heās fixated on how you writhe on the chair when your fingers sink deeper into you.
āFuck yes I doā¦ā he mumbles. He can get over how heās actually in the position heās in. The year or so heās bought drugs from you heās thought about fucking you stupid plenty of times. Nam-Gyu has fantasized about the day he actually got to see your cunt after getting to see the silhouette of it the time he just rambled on about- puffy lips hugging the frilly fabric of your thong, practically swallowing the fabric to the point of making the damn thing useless.
You slowly take your fingers from your cunt, shuddering at the feeling of your fingers dragging along your walls. Every feeling is heightened to the point of lighting up every nerve with a liquid heat that only makes your pussy leak more. You let the pill Nam-Gyu begged for melt in your mouth, youāre just as high as Nam-Gyu was now.
āOpenā
You donāt have to tell Nam-Gyu twice. Heās leaning forward and grabbing your wrist with his hand, pulling your fingers towards his mouth. His lips wrap around your digits and heās sucking, hard. His tongue is lathing in between your fingers and cleaning any sort of remnant of your juices off of your fingers.
Nam-Gyu decides then and there that your pussy might just be better than any drug heās ever done. Even from the second-hand taste heās getting, heās already addicted. Who would have thought his plugs pussy could be so fucking sweet?!
You remove your fingers from his mouth slowly. Letting out a shuddering breath of your own when you see Nam-Gyu chase after your fingers the best he can. Fingers fully removed, youāre bringing the digits up between you two and admiring how theyāre covered in his spit instead of your own wetness. Bringing your fingers to your own mouth, youāre wrapping your pink lips around them and moaning softly when the taste of him coats your tongue.
The high seems to hit Nam-Gyu all at once, the steady climb of the trip has reached its peak. Face level with your puffy cunt and eyes watching how you suck his spit off your fingers like youāve thought about this exact moment before- the symptoms of his withdrawal are completely eased for the time being and forgotten about.
The symptoms of his withdrawal gone, he realizes just how depraved youāve made him. He was on his knees licking at your thighs like a dog and begging for a pill that youāve already sucked on. Youāre withholding the cunt heās dreamt about eating and gripping at his hair while he kneels before you- this isnāt him.
Confidence boosted and chemical courage running through his veins, you can see the shift that happens in him. Nam-Gyuās eyes drop, becoming dark and hooded. His pout that he once wore turns into a wicked grin and his hands that he was being so nice about keeping in his lap? Oh, heās putting them to use.
He moves quick, heās not letting you get away now that he has you like this. He fights against your hand that holds him by his hair and loosens your grip. His hands grip at the back of your thighs, folding you in on yourself and pushing you deeper into the cushion of your chair. Nam-Gyu is lowering his face towards your cunt, so close that you can feel the tip of his nose ghost over your drenched folds.
He gives you no time to prepare, he doesnāt want you to have the opportunity to pull away and keep trying this shit you were doing. Mouth engulfing your pussy, heās prodding his tongue into your entrance and sucking. The taste he got from your fingers? He needs more of it and straight from the source.
Youāre jolting off the chair, squealing out his name and trying to close your legs around his head. Itās futile, his hands stop your legs from closing and even when he feels them begin to twitch shut- heās pressing on your thighs harder.
āDonāt you fucking dare.ā Nam-Gyu huffs against your pussy. Heās looking up at you with a warning glare, blown out pupils fixated on keeping your gaze. Heās dropping open his jaw wide, laying his tongue flat and licking a devastating stripe up the entirety of your pussy. Reaching his destination, heās flicking his tongue against your clit.
āFucking bitch making me beg.ā Heās talking to himself more than you, like heās trying to tell himself to be mad and act as if he wasnāt turned on by being in such a pathetic situation. With every word he speaks heās making sure his lips dance along your throbbing bud. He licks at it one more time, pulling away to examine you.
One of his hands releases your thigh, coming up to rest on your lower stomach as his thumb and pointer finger caress the sides of your clit, āYou just wanted to hear me talk about jerking off to you like some fucking cock addicted slut..ā he points out his eyes narrowed and his words laced with a mocking laugh-but heās still panting, tongue practically lolled out of his mouth and licking at his lips pathetically trying to get any bit of your taste he can.
āWanted to act all big and bad, making me beg like a dog in heatā¦fuck youāve wanted this all along havenāt you?ā Nam-Gyuās eyes flick from your dripping cunt back up to you, expecting a response. You try to respond but he keeps petting at your clit making nothing but whimpers fall from your lips. He chuckles, āYou nasty f-fucking bitch, you-you did want this.ā He has a glint in his eye and a wicked grin.
Heās lolling his mouth open wide, dropping his tongue out of his mouth and letting a thick, warm glob of his spit pool at the tip of his tongue and drop down onto your pussy with a wet plap! Nam-Gyu is staring as his spit slowly follows the contours of your cunt, tracing over your clit and dropping lower to dribble down to pool at the edge of your quivering entrance. Fingers still playing with your throbbing clit.
āO-oh, f-fuck, Nam-Gyu~.ā You pant out gripping at the fabric of your nightgown to hike it up further, eyebrows up turned in a desperate expression waiting for him to continue his ministrations. āFuck- yes, needa hear you say my name, keep fuckin saying it- sound so pretty.ā and heās wrapping his lips around your clit once more and trying to get you to cry out his name more and more.
When youāre pressing your hips up into his face, greedily wanting more. Nam-gyu finally has the realization that the attraction was mutual, he canāt take it anymore, heās removing his fingers from your clit and diving nose deep back into your pussy. Keeping his mouth on you, he drops both hands to shimmy out of his pants and underwear, pulling them down just enough to get his cock out.
Heās leaking at this point, as much as heās trying to turn the tables and make you seem pathetic- the way his lower abdomen is covered in his mess, his thick cock is coated in sticky precum, more leaking out of the red and throbbing tip and adding to the mess that traces down each pulsing vein- now thatās pathetic.
You canāt pick where to look- where heās slobbering all over your pussy, driving his tongue deep into you or where heās frantically fisting his cock. Nam-Gyu is fucking his own hand with a vigor that has him groaning out into your sweet cunt.
āT-this is wha-what you should be dealing.ā He grunts, āthis pussyās better than- oh fuck- better than any drug out there.ā
āI should fuckinā ruin you for- mmmph fuck, so good- for keepinā this from me.ā Nam-Gyu is whining against your puffy lips now, taking deep inhales of your scent like heās trying to engrave it into his nose for days to come. āThis sweetā¦ā heās pulling back to ogle at the mess heās made of you before wrapping his lips around your clit and giving a harsh suck, āsweet.ā Suck! āFucking.ā Suck! āCunt.ā
With a cry of his name, your head is flopping back bonelessly onto the chair. He has no real technique, his tongue feels like itās everywhere at once and yet, it feels so fucking good. Your hand is scratching at his scalp and your hips are lifting up off the chair to grind on his face, babbling out phrases of praise and his name. Each time he hears the syllables of your name fall from your drool soaked lips, heās fisting his cock harder.
The worst part? He wonāt stop looking at you. His hooded eyes are locked on to every little reaction he drags out of you. How your breath squeaks when he tenses is tongue and flicks your clit, how your hold on his hair tightens when he sucks on your labia, and how sweet your lips look calling his name.
Heās watching you as heās furiously stroking his cock. Heās staring while heās dropping open his maw and giving your wide flat licks, making sure you see the way your creamy mess coats his tongue only for him to greedily swallow it down and do it again.
Nam-Gyu wants sure if it was the trip of the pill you gave him or just his pent up need for you but he cannot be satisfied. Heās thinking of every time heās come to buy from you- your cute little self handing him some pill that was some shit Jehovah hasnāt even witnessed packed in a pink little baggie with hearts- heās thinking of every time heās been here and just thought about doing this exact thing- he has to make up for lost time.
āNa- oh my god- fuck!ā Youāre squealing and trying to shut your legs, everything he does feels so heightened- you took the same pill he did, after all!
Heās laughing into your poor cunt, dropping his cock in favor of pinning your plush thighs open. āKeep- mmm shit, so wet- keep your fucking legs open.ā His voice is laced with a tone that commands your compliance, his eyes narrowing slightly like if you were to deny him of his feast he might go wild.
His thumbs dip inward, tracing the outside of your cunt before prodding their way into your weeping hole. Nam-Gyu nearly blows his load all over his own hand when he feels how tight you are, how fucking soft and warm and wet- just taking his two thumbs so easily, your cunt swallowing the digits greedily.
He needs to be inside you. He needs to feel you cum on his cock.
Youāre far too gone to even get a chance to realize heās moved, completely pulled off of you and has stood up. The mix of your high and the onslaught of his needy mouth has you blissed out beyond comprehension. Heās yanking you up off the chair and picking you up.
āF-fuckin makin- making me wait a year to fuck youā¦.ā Heās grumbling hands holding you up by your ass, fingers practically bruising you with an iron grip. Heās maneuvering you the best he can given the pants and underwear around his ankles. Your hands thread themselves in his long hair, tugging at the raven strands as you grind down on his cock thatās pressed between the two of you.
Nam-Gyu fumbles a bit as he turns around and drops himself to the couch. With you straddling his legs, hot cunt ghosting the underside of his cock, Nam-Gyu swears this is exactly how one of his wet dreams of you played out.
Youāre looking down too, mouth hung open as you admire his weeping cock. Heās created such a mess of himself just by eating you out. Heās so hard youāre sure it has to hurt at this point. The tip is red and angry, leaking glob after glob of pearly pre-cum down his veiny shaft. Every so often it twitches against you, bumping against your needy clit.
āS-see what you do to me?ā Nam-Gyu asks, fingers gripping harder into your ass. āFucking leaking jusā from eating you out.ā Heās huffing, said his hands to shift your hips and grind your warm, wet cunt across his dick. āDreamt of thisā¦ā
Youāre removing your hands from his hair and placing them on his shoulders, letting soft whimpers fall from your lips anytime the thick vein on the underside of his cock drags against your clit. āAlways wondered how you ride cock- mmmpf fuck- know youād take it so well.ā
Heās bucking his hips up into you as he rambles on and on about every single time heās imagined fucking you exactly how you were now. Running his cock through your folds, coating himself in the cream that leaks from your abused pussy.
Nails digging into his shoulders youāre leaning forwards and colliding your lips with his to shut him up. Itās hot and heavy, messy with spit and tongue. Nam-Gyu is whining into your mouth, hips picking up the pace of humping against your sweet cunt. Heās never going to get over the feeling of your lips on his.
Pulling away from the kiss breathless Youāre lifting yourself up the best you can with your thighs still shaking, one of your hands grabbing the base of his dick. As soon as your hand squeezes around his cock, more pre-cum oozes out and flows down over your knuckles.
āYouāre rambling.ā You huff against his lips, resting your forehead on his as you look down between you two. Dragging his thick cock head through your folds, youāre tucking your legs behind you. Hooking your feet over his thighs youāre slowly sinking down on him.
When Nam-Gyu realizes how youāre positioning yourself heās sucking in a shuddering breath, fucking hell youāre going to kill him.
āI-oh fuck-ā you want to say more but youāre choked up. The second the mushroom tip is pushing into you, splitting you apart, you canāt even remember what you were going to say. The high youāre both experiencing is reaching a peak, you can feel every little bit of him in ways you never thought was possible.
Your mouth is already watering at how much the girth of his dick is gaping your walls. With a sickening, wet pop, Nam-Gyuās cock-head sinks into you. Itās no where near all of him and yet youāre feeling the delicious dull throb between your thighs that tells you how wrecked youāre about to be.
āOh- shit-ā heās hissing out, gripping at your hips and preventing you from sinking down further, āg-gotta fuckinā relax, squeezing me so tight.ā You fight his hold and sink yourself down further. Nam-Gyu is falling back bonelessly on the couch, a whiney moan falling from his spit soaked lips as he feels more and more of his cock be swallowed by your hot cunt.
āY-youāre so biiigā¦ā youāre whining out, one hand still guiding his cock into you the other holding up your cute little nightgown, bunching it up under your tits.
āD-donāt fucking tal- oh god- talk like that.ā Nam-Gyu hisses. His voice is rugged and choked, heās snarling trying to hold himself together- canine teeth clenched and eyes screwing shut. āYou are going to make me blow my load so fucking quick.ā Itās coming out in a breathless laugh, not a single one of his dreams of fucking hey could compare to the real thing.
Heās already mindless just by the way your walls were trying to suck him deeper even with his hands holding you up- your words are only making the shiver that runs up the base of his spine tighten, he feels like he canāt fucking take it.
āMmmm, fuck, please~ā you whine out, fighting against his hold and stuffing yourself with even more of his cock, āwanā it insideā¦so fuckinā badā¦ā youāre babbling on mindlessly, dropping your hips down. Nam-Gyuās cock is prying your gummy walls apart, destroying your sopping pussy.
Blissed out beyond belief, Nam-Gyu lets you drop down. With a wet slap, your ass is connecting with his thighs and you can feel his heavy balls slap against your ass. The second youāre sinking all the way down you can feel his throbbing cockhead press on that sweet, sweet, spot that has you seeing stars.
āO-oh fucking hell.ā Nam-Gyu gasps, head picking up off the back of the couch to look down where you connect. The way the circumference of his veiny length splits your puffy folds apart has him twitching deep inside you. Your poor pussy looks absolutely wrecked, gaped open and leaking- covering his pelvis in the sticky sheen of your wetness.
āI-I fucking dreamt about this pussy..ā heās nearly shaking, his hands on your hips are vibrating, digging into the fat of your hips. Now that heās gotten the sweet taste of your saccharine cunt wrapped so tightly around him like a vice he never wants to pull out of. āSooooo fucking wetā¦.ā Heās drawling on, lifting a shaking hand to put it in between you, thumbing over your clit.
Youāre keeling over, falling forward so your chest is flush with his, swiveling your hips both into his touch and down on his cock. āYou-hah- you fucking wanted this. Wanted me to whore myself out for- shitttt~ā
Youāre cutting him off by lifting yourself up then dropping back down with a wet smack! ass rippling against his thighs. When Nam-Gyu feels the tight, wet glide of your cunt up and down his cock and the fat of your ass jiggling against you, a switch is flipped.
Heās pulling both his hands away from you and shifting lower on the couch. Ringed hands come back with a vengeance, grabbing handfuls of your ass and pulling you to him. āRi-ride me, fucking use my cock.ā
With a wanton cry of his name youāre rocking your hips up and down his length. Itās devastating, sliding up and down his fat cock feels like youāre destroying your insides in the best way. āMmpfh- shit- so, so fuckinā good.ā Nam-Gyu huffs from below you, not able to keep his eyes on one place for too long. Your face, your pretty tits bouncing in his face, your dripping cunt thatās creaming around him?! He canāt pick!!
āNam-Gyuuuā¦ā you huff, arms wrapping around his neck and gripping at the black hairs that sit at the nape of his neck. Your head is falling to his shoulder, nosing along his jugular.
Hearing his name fall from your mouth in the pathetic, needy cry it was he can feel his balls tighten. Everything you do makes his cock twitch deep insure you- and you can feel every fucking bit of it. āSo fucking warmā¦ā he sighs, more to himself than you. Heās positive he could completely lose himself in the ecstasy that was your tight, wet cunt.
He can hear every soft whimper and moan right neck to his ear, your breath tickling his skin. āY-youāre so fucking deep.ā You coo, your eyes fluttering shut and rolling to the back of your skull when you begin to roll your hips against him, grinding his cock deep inside you.
āYe-yeah?ā He chokes out with a breathless laugh, trying to keep any sense of composure he can. Nam-Gyu is not a virgin by any means but this secret crush, no, obsession, heās had with you for the year youāve been his dealer has bubbled up for so long and he had NEVER thought he would get to this point.
To him you were untouchable, so far out of his league that it was pathetic of him to even try with you. You were nothing like the sleazy bimbos he found himself hanging around during his shifts at the club. You were cunning, funny, so fucking smart that it pissed him off but yet, you were one of the largest dealers in the area with the best reviews. You were a walking fucking dream.
āYou like it?ā He hums, nudging your face with his cheek, you lift yourself back up with a moan, feeling his cock rock deep inside you with every minuscule movement. Leaning back a bit, youāre both looking down at how your swollen pussy is spread wide around him, puffy lips swallowing him greedily and stretched open so wide your clit is on perfect display.
Folds gaped obscenely to take in every inch he so graciously gives you, throbbing but visibly pulsating. āfeeling how f-fucking deep I amā¦Iām ruining your poor cunt..ā he gasps, mouth going slack and watering at the sight.
You whine, both at his words and the sight itself. Your dragging on hand off his shoulder and sliding it down your stomach and to your leaking pussy. Pointer and middle fingers tracing the edges of your cunt and the sides of his cock- youāre clenching when you feel with your own hands how your pussy is accommodating Nam-Gyuās girth.
āDonāt f-fucking do that- oh my godā¦ā Nam-Gyu chokes, he canāt even describe the things seeing you touch yourself does to him. He watches on as you trace the pads of your fingers around your clit, the sound of your wetness sloshing with each circle you make. Youāre jolting against him, eyebrows upturned, biting your lip, moaning so sweetly and youāre oh so fixated on the same view. Nam-Gyu looks back up to you, sees how youāre just as wrecked about it as him heās releasing your ass and bringing his hands up to his face.
Veiny hands drag down his face, heās laughing in disbelief that heās even gotten to this point, but he knows itās inevitableā¦the high of those pretty colorful pill you spit into his mouth is making him feel everything 10x more.
āYeah, Iām gonna cum quick.ā Itās said like it was the conclusion of a whole conversation he had inside his head.
You look back up to him, finally, broken out of the trance you were in when you hear him, you have no time to ask him what he even meant- heās planting his feet flat on the carpeted floor of your living room and snaking his arms around your back, caging you to him completely.
Itās an instant onslaught of rapid, depraved thrusts as Nam-Gyu pistons his hips up into your cunt. Wet squelches and slaps fill your ears and youāre digging your nails so hard into his shoulders that youāre breaking skin through the fabric of his shirt.
āO-oh! F-fuck!!!ā Youāre sobbing out. His cock has a down right evil curve that makes him hit your g-spot every single time. āNam-Gyu!ā You feel like youāre about to explode.
āMhmā¦.ās it..you take it so fuckinā well.ā He slurs, manipulating you up and down his cock like you were a fuck doll, āc-could fuckin stay in you forever.ā Nam-Gyu is biting his bottom lip, turning his head to nuzzle himself into the junction of your neck and shoulder.
Hands running up and down your back, heās trying to touch anywhere he can. Nam-Gyu can feel his cock throb, pulse after pulse heās chasing after the orgasm that heās been holding back since the second he got a taste of your pretty pussy.
Itās so fucking good. Itās messy, sloppy, and desperate. You can feel the bloom of your orgasm deep within your cunt. Youāre sobbing out, āyesyesyes! Jusā like that- oh my goddddā you slur, completely cockdrunk at this point. You canāt remember the last time
You were fucked like this. Your head now falling to his shoulder and your fingers tugging at his hair Nam-Gyu is letting out a low hum of approval.
This is how he needed you. Fucked dumb. Fucked dumb by him.
āUh-huh ās itā¦.jusā take itā¦ā heās sushing you, the idea of you using him is out the window. He knows heās going to be a goner for sure, heās going to busting quick in your gooey walls, he needs to feel you cum before he does. āneeda- fuck youāre so wet..ā he growls, nails scratching at your back and waist, āneeda feel you cream around my cock.ā
Heās shifting once more, nudging you to sit back upright as hard as it was, ātouch yāself fāme againā¦wanna watch.ā He pleads, eyes trailing downwards to look at the mess youāve both made, āFuck youāre so messyā¦ā another groan.
Placing one hand on his knee and leaning back, your other hand goes straight to your engorged bud, tracing frantic circles that make your pussy spasm around him. He doesnāt let up, heās jackhammering his cock into you, your sticky wetness spraying his abdomen with every thrust.
āIt-it feels so fucking good~ā you sob out, the wet noises of your sloppy pussy drowns out by Nam-Gyuās whiny moans and praises. āI-oh shit- Nam-Gyu youāre gonna make m-me cum.ā You pant, your orgasm imminent at this point.
He never thought he would hear those words in person. He would have accepted the fact that what you just said was something he conjured up in a fantasy he imagined while he was fisting his cock- but no, youāre saying it. You. Are really saying it.
āOhhhh fuck me..ā Nam-Gyu groans, he can feel the way his balls tighten heās about to cum so fucking hard, āYou close?ā He says running one hand up your spine to grab at the back of your neck forcing your eyes back up. Making you look at him, he has to know what a pretty face like yours looks like when you cum.
āI can- fuck mmpfh- I can feel you clenching around me.ā You nod in response at his words, the only possible way you can respond. You can feel him pulse and throb inside you, his hand on your neck grabs tighter, pressing his forehead to yours.
āGonna let me c-cum inside? Needa fill you up so bad.ā Heās looking up from your messy cunt to you, giving you a look thatās akin to a pleading puppy.
āY-yes! Please, fuck- ohmygod! Just like that!ā Your words are slurred and almost impossible to decipher. Youāre body is locking up it feels so fucking good. All you can do is take it, your hips moving in tiny sporadic jerking motions as you let him use you while you rub your fingers against your clit.
āFuck youāre not realā¦ā Nam-Gyu gasps out, nose touching yours, breath fanning your lips. āGonna cum so- fucking shit!- gonna cum so deep in your tight cuntā¦.ā His voice is turning to a snarl, his teeth clenched and you can feel the way his nose scrunches.
āMhm!!!ā You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood nodding your head, getting closer and closer to that sweet release.
āAnā your sloppy pussyās gonna take it allā¦ā he punctuates his words with a particularly harsh thrust, āA-and Iām gonnaā¦.ā Heās grunting, heās so fucking close, āgonna cum in you over and over until your leaking my cum for days-ā
āCum fāme, pretty. Fuck- pleaseā¦please I wanna feel it.ā Thrusts now sloppy and erratic, he was so, so fucking close. Rhythmic, lewd wet slaps fill your ears, you can hear the sloshing sound your cunt makes with each drive of his cock deep into you.
āO-oh! Fuck! Yesyesyesyes!!ā Words slurred and creaky, youāre meeting his thrusts with equally depraved and sloppy swivels of your hips and your fingers work harder against your clit. Your orgasm gushes out of you in a thick stream that splashes against his pelvis, cunt clamping down on his cock.
āI-oh fuck! You can squirt?!ā Nam-Gyu says, somewhat pulled back into reality when he realizes somehow you just got better. Like all the lewd porn videos heās watched, your cum is streaming out of you, splashing with every thrust he uses to prolong it. Your moans are practically squeals at this point, fingers still working against your clit fervently.
āOh god- fuck- ām gonna cum- so fucking tight!ā Heās growling, fingers gripping the back of your neck so tight you know youāre going to have an imprint of his hand there tomorrow. With a couple more brutal thrusts heās slamming himself deep within you and cumming. Itās so much. Rope after rope, you can feel every gooey strand paint your insides in a warm white coating.
āāM cuummminggg..ā itās a low, choked rasp that has your pussy clenching even harder around him. Much like he fucked you through your orgasm, you do it for him. Continuously slamming your hips down and milking his cock for all he has.
Nam-Gyu is whining, pathetic attempts at your name and praises of your pussy. Hips pathetically jerking into your cunt as he cums buckets into your cunt like a virgin who just fucked for the first time. And you just continue to fuck him- heās in heaven. Every slide of your cum filled cunt up and down his length has Nam-Gyu vibrating with overstimulation.
Heās the one who has to stop you- adjusting his hold to your hips to still your movement. A soft whimper comes from your lips, the trip of the pill and the feeling of his cum leaking from you- already making you want to go again.
āE-easy- fucking shit- you fuckinā milked me dry, baby- I-i needa minuteā¦ā leaning back on the couch and releasing his hold on the back of your neck, Nam-Gyu looks down at his lap.
Heās covered in a debauched mixture of his own cum and yours. He can see as it still leaks from you, creaming around his cock and adding to the milky white ring around his base.
āItās so muchā¦ā your soft whine makes him look back to you. Face flushed, hair a mess, cute little nightgown still bunched in your hand- god youāre a dream. You pull your hand away from your clit with a jerk of your body.
āMhmā¦ā Nam-Gyu hums, ācouldnāt help itā¦your pussy is crazy good.ā He says teasingly with a soft laugh.
āBetter than my drugs?ā You question, equally as breathless, your smile matching his.
āIf you were selling this pussy like you were selling drugsā¦..ā Nam-Gyu murmurs, his thumb suddenly brushing against your cunt, tracing your swollen folds and collecting the mess between the two of you on his finger.
āWell for one Iād be upset becuase thisā¦.ā He says, thumb tapping at your clit, āthis pussy is pricelessā¦.ā He laughs breathlessly.
You cringe at the joke and playfully slap his shoulder. Even with him still deep inside you, cock pressed up against your cervix, you banter like best friends.
āBut, fuck yeahā¦ās better than any high Iāve ever had. And Iāve shot up designer shit in the back of Club Pentagonā¦ā Nam-Gyu grabs your hips, shifting a bit- just trying to get more comfy on the couch. He doesnāt mean anything by it truly- his cock is so overstimulated that it hurts but he cannot bring himself to leave the warmth of your tight cunt.
When he sees how more of his cum is forced out of you, pouring out of your gaped cunt and around his cock?! Yeahā¦suddenly heās ready to go again.
