⊂•.✧ you find the cross necklace during the hide and seek game, right there on the floor. you knew nam-gyu had taken a hold of it ever since thanos got eliminated, but maybe it was for the best if he didn't have it, he was way too crazy and blood-thirsty when he was consuming those pills anyway.
without those pills, he was a mess! hands constantly rubbing on his blood-stained face, ruffling his own hair, and finishing his water bottle in a matter of seconds, he lived for those pills.
and when he sees you, during lunch time, eyeing a familiar piece of metal right on-top of your bed, he was speeding to get to you. you immediately notice him, and the best thing you could do was hide it in your pockets.
"fuck, i-i know you have it." you shake your head, feigning ignorance, "what?" you tilt your head to the side. "the- the pills! the fuckin' necklace, i know you have it! just give it to me!" he grabs your hands, though he was fairly weaker without the courage of ecstacy. you shake your head again. "we can share? c'mon just, please." he gets on his knees, knuckles clenched as he looks up at you with pleading eyes, you'd almost feel bad. "please, i'll do anything, anything!"
"well, can you do me a favor...?"
"what do girls like you even want in return?" you want to win. you want to live. you want to get out of these games alive. "y-you lookin' for uh- uhm, pleasure? yeah, can fuck you real good, just... just give it back in return." you were actually thinking about him being your guard to win the final game but— "really, is that the only thing you think girls want?" he manages to smile, "what else?"
"you look deprived. tired," he continues, ironic how he was the deprived one. "and i think you choose to be stubborn about giving it to me," he places both of his hands on either side of your legs. "cuz' you know i can force it outta’ ya..." you furrowed your brows, looking down at him, he was still in control. "i can make- make you feel good, just give it. you're so fucking difficult."
"m'having a fucking hard time." "we all are-" "yeah, but i'll die, might die without it, so please.. are you telling me you'd kill me?" you don't answer. "you're a heartless bitch, you're better than that, please?" he was so persistent in begging, like he'd forgotten how egotistical he was just a few hours ago, just because of withdrawal and sobriety.
what's the best next thing to drugs? sex. what were you supposed to do when he was so good at pleading his case?
you both manage to go inside the bathrooms, sharing a single bathroom stall. he's fucking you into the wall, hands gripping your waist, guiding you against his bucking hips. dick ramming in and outside of your dripping cunt. it wasn't hardcore or rough, it was sloppy and needy. the perfect amount of fast and pleasurable. he for sure needed to taste the drugs again, the feeling of your cunt is just an added bonus. "yesss... i bet- i bet you're feeling just as good as i do when i drug out." the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, for some reason it felt more pleasurable than painful than you'd originally imagine. maybe you were actually hungry for dick. nam-gyu was just the perfect guy for it.
he fucks you desperate, and it's honestly a win-win situation for him. he's glad you're the one who got it, since you're so easy, so easy to please and play with. "you're g'nna.. give it to me-" plap! plap! plap! "right after this-" plap! "yeah?" plap! "m'so good for you, and you're so good to me... fuck!"
he continues to fuck you, with no proper rhythm, just whatever feels right. mouth latched onto your neck, leaving not-so-subtle hickies all over, he's suddenly claimed you. "hope— they hear you, the guards- hope the other stupid fuckin' jerks hear you, moaning-" sometimes, he'd pull out his dick all the way, just to shove it all in again, just for that ecstatic feeling, he knows you like it, what else are you moaning for? "guess i know why stupid thanos would keep talking about a bitch like you- you feel good."
"and, after we win, yes, we're teammates now," he grins, looking down at you as he continues to mark your neck, the stinging pain being somewhat aided with his tongue licking the bites. "...don't forget it. since you're so sweet— wanna fuck you again, okay?" he gets the cross necklace from your pockets, fixing his pants and everything as he leaves you. poor you all messed up on the floors of the men's bathrooms.
in the end, he wins. he always does.
oh namgyu fans were fed this season . writer freedom is cray.
during keys and knives, nam-gyu takes the opportunity to chase after his noona to show her just how much he missed her, using the magic word to get everything he wants.
cws: nsfuu, yandere!nam-gyu, dubcon smut with plot, high nam-gyu (mention of drugs), fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), auralism, begging knk, mentions of knives and murder. proceed with warning!
a/n: one dirty little secret of mine is that i'm so in love with obsessive little freaks :-P yandere lovers rise!! !11!! 1!
your lungs and thighs burned as you sprinted down a corridor, your side hitting against yet another wall as you took a sharp turn, stumbling over your feet momentarily before bolting once more. "keep running!" you heard him shout from behind you, making the hairs of your arm stand in utter fear. the feeling of being preyed on pushed your adrenaline to exceed your physical limits.
you were on the unfortunate side of the game, a blue ball deciding and sealing your fate of inevitable death after many members of the red team refused your pleads and reasons to switch. not even half an hour later, you were now facing what you liked to think was your karma—being chased by none other than nam-gyu, a person who you foolishly considered to be your teammate just three days ago.
looking back, you saw him still in pursuit within a lengthy distance, his cackles of amusement making you curse under your breath in a high-pitched, disconcerted tone. you saw the very end of the corridor giving you the option to turn left or right, as if mocking you by giving you the choices with the unknown chances of one leading to another continuous corridor, or a dead end: life or death.
before you got to decide, a body rammed against yours half-way through the corridor through a green door that opened. you both crashed against the wall before falling to the ground on your back with a grunt. you cursed loudly, taken aback at the sudden break of momentum. you turned to see a red-vested body on top of yours, making your eyes widen and a shiver go down your spine. you pushed yourself up, attempting to kicking the man in the process.
"shit, shit!" you exclaimed. "get off, fuck!" you kicked at his knee, but his hand found its way to grip at your ankle, pulling you to lay flat on the ground underneath him.
player 296 stood and hovered over your figure, a sinister grin forming on his sweaty face. "finally." your widened eyes stared up at him, chest rising and falling too quickly. furrowing your eyebrows, you lifted your leg to kick him in between the legs with a grunt.
the man bent over in pain, his hands covering his crotch. you scrambled backwards, attempting to lift yourself up once more before making eye contact with him until he let out a shout and jabbed his knife towards your head, which you avoided by a few inches with a gasp.
you made a fist with your hand and immediately jabbed at his jaw, making him stumble to the side upon impact. he reached for your neck using his knife, which you blocked using your forearm, the contact of the knife against it making you scream.
"you fucking shit!" you then heard nam-gyu shout behind the man in front of you. he turned to look, giving you the opportunity to take another punch at the side of his face, making his body hit the other wall of the corridor.
player 296 was pulled from on top of you, nam-gyu's bloodied face scrunched up in anger as he stabbed his abdomen in one swift motion. "she's mine!" he shouted, pulling the knife out before plunging it deep once more.
you crawled backwards in fear, your injury scraping against the hard floor making you groan out in pain. as he twisted the knife in player 296, nam-gyu turned his head to you, his ears perking up at the sound. "noona, hi," he breathed out, letting go of the murdered man and making him go down with a harsh thud. he took a careful step forward, approaching you with fear of scaring you off, as he would with a cat.
nam-gyu dropped to one knee, the palm holding his sharp knife pressed down, a clanging sound echoed as it hit the ground while he creeped towards you. you moved backwards slowly, your eyes never leaving his blown-out pupils. the contact of the open wound on your forearms against the rough floor made your eyebrows knit as you whined loudly. nam-gyu gazed at your injury before stilling at your sweaty, bloodied face, a fevered expression on his face.
his face darkened, the grip on his knife tightening as he gulped at the noises you made. his heartbeat quickened, eyelashes batting at you. "please, noona—" he called, his free hand reaching for you.
you pushed yourself up from the ground and sprinted to the end of the corridor, taking a sharp left. "noona!" nam-gyu whined from behind you, his calls falling on deaf ears as you ran to make distance from him.
nam-gyu stared at your retreating figure, kneeling fully with an amused, frenzied look on his face. a grin found its way to settle on his lips as he panted from the rush that he felt from killing, running after you, and from hearing you moan in pain while you kept eye contact with him.
he took a sharp breath in, nerves shaking at the excitement he felt, and how great it was to hear you.
he thought back to when your group was complete—with you and se-mi teaming up to banter with thanos and gyeong-su, and him finding out that the deceased girl wasn't really older than them, but you were, as minsu said. nam-gyu grinned to himself, using his free hand to run through his hair as he recalled your conversation with him.
"are you really older than me?" he asked, taking a bite of the food given to the players for the evening.
you glanced at nam-gyu, his expression seemingly bored, before focusing on your food, "does it matter if i am? we're all going to die anyways." you said, making him look at you for a moment before laughing out loud.
"this is great!" said him, inching closer to where you sat. you raised an eyebrow at his suddenly excitement. "i like my women older. so sexy," he added, making you roll your eyes with a groan, muttering as if before moving seats to sit beside se-mi and minsu. nam-gyu stared at your back, grinning to himself. "you can't run from me, noona!"
he had stuck himself in between you and thanos in the following games, pulling you towards him during the mingle game in each round, and passing you a portion of his food with him being a picky eater as an excuse.
you found his attachment quite endearing, and found yourself looking at him in a certain way, too. he called you his pretty noona and bickered with se-mi whenever she mimicked his nickname for you, to which you roll your eyes at his fake and playful possession of you.
that was until the drugs and thanos' death took a major toll on his mental state, scaring you off. but he was always there for you, looking out, staring.
despite being high out of his mind, nam-gyu sat by your bed at the corner of the room before as the lights flickered, easing your verbal worries towards the nearing lights out, telling you to stay put and wait for him to come back and leaving your side with a hand to your thigh and a kiss to your forehead, to which you responded with a swift kiss to his lips.
your relationship with nam-gyu was blurred in between the lines of acquaintances, and friends, and enemies, and partners, and lustful touches. it confused you, considering the situation with the games, and you didn't want to stick around to wait for him to betray you for an increase of a couple million won to his name.
nam-gyu went back to your bunk without you there, and the next day saw you on the other end of the big room, furthest away from him.
nam-gyu looked down to the knife on his hand, gripping it tighter before throwing it up in the air and catching it with ease as it fell. he whooped as he stood, his voice echoing in the corridors while he rose to run after you yet again, a wicked grin wide on his face.
you had your back against the bloodied door, hiding inside an empty, dim-lit room to rest momentarily from the chase. you held your forearms, your blood staining against your thick, green uniform. a gasped left your lips as you felt another sharp pain from your wound, a curse leaving your parted mouth in pain.
you panted, wiping the sweat off your forehead using your shaking, bloodied hands. you took shallow breaths, groaning softly in utter exhaustion. you blinked away the forming tears, clenching your hands into fists to remain focused.
then, your body jolted at the sudden impact pushed on the door you were leaning on, making you squeal in surprise. "there you are," nam-gyu's voice was low from the other side of the door. your expression turned hectic, grounding your feet against the floor to angle yourself to keep the door from opening. a few loud knocks thudded against the wood, making it shake. "noona, can you open this for me, please?"
you took deep breaths, thinking of ways to run past him once more when he gets inside. you felt overwhelmed at the thought of nam-gyu using his strength to push his way past. his strength was undeniable, and it was horribly unfortunate for you.
nam-gyu hissed at your silence his hands running from his face to the locks of his bloodied hair. "noona!" he shouted, using the back of the knife to bang against the door. "noona, please, come on," he groaned at your lack of compliance. "noona, noona! open up!" he called over and over again.
"nam-gyu," you whined, body jolting at the impact of the thuds.
"noona!" he exclaimed, eyes widening as his palms pressed against the wood, excited to hear your voice. "there you are, i knew you were there." he said, trying to push the door open but frowning upon the feeling of weight against it. "hey, let me in, please?"
"n-nam-gyu, stay," you ordered, fear laced into your words.
nam-gyu's frown deepened, his head fuzzy from the drugs and honestly confused to why you're resisting. "stay?" he echoed, "what, here outside? noona, come on, just let me in already. i miss you," you heard him say.
"no, you need to stay outside, nam-gyu." you said, attempting to using his fucked-up state to your advantage.
despite not seeing him, nam-gyu shook his head as he pouted. "come on, let's play. i really, really missed you," he said, pushing his shoulder against the door to use force, successfully opening it a few inches wide before you slammed your body to close it.
he dragged out a whine before shouting. "fucking open this door already!" a bang came, then another, until its frequency got too much for your body weight and exhausted state alone to fend off. nam-gyu pushed using his shoulder, nearly opening the door halfway.
you turned and pushed your forearms against the rough material of the door, making you cry out in pain at the contact with your wound. nam-gyu's breath hitched, his pupils widening at the sound. "please, please—please! let me in, please, pl-please," he whined, "i need you, noona."
a tear fell from your eyes, whether from fear or the ache you felt in your chest at his voice, you didn't know. with one final bang, nam-gyu kicked the door open, making you stumble backwards and allowing the door to open just enough for his tall, slim figure to slip in. before you had the chance to compose yourself, you heard the door slam shut. you looked up in fear as nam-gyu now stood in front of you, his stance sluggish.
splashes of blood scattered around his entire body, the color crimson nearly covering his face in dots. the lack of words exchanged between the two of you as you maintained eye contact with him made the atmosphere feel heavy and clouded.
nam-gyu took a step closer, making you mirror his actions by taking a step back. he then took another, and another, all in silence until you felt the painted stone wall press against your back. your eyes never left his, both of you eyeing each other's panting figures, careful to make a move.
"noona." nam-gyu finally said, stray hair covering the corners of his eyes. he took a deep breath, as if sobering himself up. "why'd you leave me, noona?" he asked.
your eyebrows furrowed as you shook your head slightly, eyes looking down at your blood-stained shoes. "i-i don't—"
"you left me!" he shouted, the hand holding his knife shaking at his words. "i came back for you, and you left me. why?"
your eyes glossed, the feeling of hopelessness heavy on your chest. "nam-gyu," you called out, hesitantly holding a hand out in front of you to keep a distance.
nam-gyu looked at your outreached hand and held it in his rough ones. "don't you like me, noona? didn't we have fun playing?" he asked, interlacing his fingers with yours. "i liked you."
tears streamed down your eyes, your voice getting caught up in your throat in a hic. nam-gyu reached his hand holding the knife, turning it safely to wipe your tears with his knuckles. "you're so pretty, noona." a sob left your lips as you turned your face away from him in fear. nam-gyu frowned, before a lazy smile found its way to his lips, "hey, play with me again, noona."
you looked up at him. "play?" you echoed in question. nam-gyu nodded his head eagerly, taking another step towards you.
"play," he repeated, using the tip of his knife to press against the waistband of your uniform. you shook your head in response. "c'mon, just once, please?" nam-gyu then held his knife by his side, a drop of blood falling against the brightly-colored floor of the room.
you looked back at him with widened eyes, a flush creeping up your face at his dark expression. you shook your head once more as he let go of your hand and took a few steps forward, finally closing the gap between the two of you. he hung his head low, eyes focused on how his free hand played with the strings of your pants, with the other holding the tip of the knife against the side of your arms.
"noona, i'm gonna make you feel so good, you won't believe it," he said, hand slithering down your stomach to make its way under your outer layer of clothing. "i'll make you say my name again with your eyes behind its sockets, noona, i know you like that," he added.
his eyes bore into yours as his bottom lip settled under his teeth with a grin on his face. your trembling hands found its way to hold the wrist holding his knife, your eyes looking up at him in desperation. "won't you hurt me, nam-gyu?" you asked.
nam-gyu shook his head frantically, eager to please you with his answer. "no, i'd never hurt my noona," he said. "remember how i ate your pussy out before? i'll do just that, noona, please let me," he groaned at the feeling of dampness as he pressed his middle finger against your underwear.
his mouth gaped, feeling his saliva slowly pool in his mouth. "please, please, noona, i'll make you feel so, so good, please," he begged, eyes big in desperation.
you looked up at him in uncertainty, opening your mouth to say no but found your cheeks squished up as he squeezed it with his hand, the knife pressed flat tightly against your cheek.
nam-gyu closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss your lips hungrily, sucking on your bottom lip as a way to convince you to agree. he turned his head, the edge of his knife cutting his skin slightly as he continued to kiss you deeper. you held his bright red vest in your hands as a way to ground yourself.
pulling away, nam-gyu suddenly felt the slight sting from the new cut on his cheek. he giggled, muttering a curse under his breath. he threw the knife behind him without looking, making it land at a distance with a high-pitched clang.
"noona, please," nam-gyu held your face again, making your eyes look into his as his finger found its way in between your clothed folds. "i'll make you feel so good, noona," he added.
you panted at the press of his fingers, your hands finding their way to hold on to his arms like how you did before. "i'll make you squirm and moan, and cum so much," he lowered himself to whisper into your ear, tongue licking against your lobe before nipping at it.
his fingers were now pressed against your bare flesh, his nails scraping lightly as they slithered down in between your pussy. "you're wet, noona." he stated, a grin visible on his face.
"please let me—you'll let me, right, noona? please?" he pleaded, eyes deep and lost into the colors of your eyes, awaiting for permission. you nodded, and nam-gyu's expression immediately lightened up. he leaned in again to kiss your lips with hunger and relief. "thank you, thank you," he repeated, lips trailing down your neck as his finger circled your clit in a slow pace. "thank you. you won't regret this, i promise, we'll have so much fun like before."
you squirmed and closed your eyes shut as nam-gyu roamed your body with his mouth, light pleasure blooming from the touches. he then inserted his fingers inside you, making you gasp in response. nam-gyu straightened his posture to meet your eyes with a smile before kissing you again. his hand rocked against your crotch in a rhythm, in contrast to the hunger he had while kissing you.
"nam-g-gyu," you moaned in between your kiss, making him pull away to look into your eyes again. his pupils were blown-out once more, his mouth swollen at the desperation of the kiss.
"oh, yes, noona," he said, halting the movements of his hand and pulling them out of your pants.
"nam-gyu," you whined at the loss of contact. nam-gyu groaned at your calls before giggling to himself, feeling the hardening of his cock at every breath you take.
his hands found their way around your clothes, stripping away your bloodied vest and hoodie, revealing a sweat-soaked, nearly-transparent white shirt that displayed your number in green letters that stuck to every curve of your body. licking his lips, nam-gyu fiddled with the hem of your shirt before pulling it up and off of you in a rushed manner, throwing it in the same direction of his knife from behind him.
"you're so pretty, noona," he whispers, mouth kissing sloppily at your breasts and making his way to your stomach, eyes nearly heart-shaped as they looked up at you.
nam-gyu knelt, your pants being lowered to your ankles by him as well. nam-gyu leaned to press his face against your clothed cunt, breathing in your arousal with a deep moan as his hands held firmly on your thighs. "oh, noona, i—" he cut himself off, taking a kitten lick at your underwear and kissing the skin of your lower stomach after. "noona, please, please," he pleaded.
your hands found their way to his hair, pushing them back from his face as he looked up at you with gleaming eyes and a small pout. "noona, let me, please? i need," he gulped, "i need to taste you. please let me. won't you let me, noona? please," he pleaded.
you tucked his hair behind his ears, every inch of your body burning at the sight before you. "do you think you deserve it, nam-su?" you teased.
nam-gyu stuttered over his words, rising and falling as he bounced lightly from his feet. "gyu, nam-gyu! yes, i do, i deserve it, noona, nam-gyu deserves it, i do," he answered immediately, a feverish expression all over his features. "please, please, fucking let me already," he whined in impatience, fingers hooking at the hem of your underwear and sliding it down without permission.
"just see, you'll feel really, really good on my tongue, noona," he said, as if it was a promise for him to keep.
nam-gyu's hands gripped on your ass to pull you closer by the hips, his mouth latching on to your cunt and immediately got to work in finding your clit in between the wet slick of your folds. he moaned loudly against you at your taste, eyes closing as his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.
your fingers intertwined with his hair as he poked and pressed his tongue against your pussy skillfully, hums from his throat heard. you moaned when he sucked on your clit before moving his tongue in circular motions against it, his eyes opening wide to stare up at you with your mouth gaped and cheeks flushed. "you feel, ah, good, noona? am i making you feel good?" his voice was slightly muffled.
you whined and nodded lightly at his question, pulling on his hair. nam-gyu felt his cock twitch at your whine, continuing to lap at your folds. his hand made its way to settle on the plush of your thigh, while the other slithered in between your legs to tease you entrance as he continued gasping for breaths and diving back into you. "please, please," he pleaded once more, his fingers poking you. "please let me, noona," he added.
you groaned, eyes shutting in pleasure. "can i please, noona? let me? please, fuck, i just need to," he paused his words and pressed his tongue against your clit as he pushed his fingers in with ease.
you let out a high-pitched gasp, a moan dragging immediately after as he kept a pace. nam-gyu got another moan to leave your lips as he pressed his fingers against the walls of your cunt, rubbing at them. "haah, nam-gyu!" you exclaimed, head pressed against the wall as your fingers scratched on his scalp. he let out a moan, head moving from left to right while his fingers buried inside of you.
you bit your lip in an attempt to stop your moans. "noona?" nam-gyu called, eyes staring up at you before frowning, "no, no, please, noona," he pleaded. "don't—no, please, let me hear you, pretty noona, please." he said, tongue moving quicker in an attempt to make you moan louder. "fuck."
nam-gyu's ear perked at the slipped whine from you, adding to his eagerness to make you moan more. "yes, yes, there it is." he sucked harshly, "that's right, noona, all for me," he said, adding another finger inside you, making your face scrunch up in pleasure.
his drool mixed with your slick surrounded his mouth, a few streaks dripping down to his neck. "i missed this cunny, i missed you, thank you, noona, don't leave me, okay?" he babbled, squelches loud as he ate you out, his other hand palming at his erection as he looked up at you.
➛ warnings. — oral sex (f!receiving) ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ MDNI 18+ ➛ jackie's note. — a bit rushed; my apologies ➛ ft. nam-gyu (124) ‧ thanos (230) ‧ dae-ho (388)
NAM-GYU eats you out like it’s a punishment. as though you did something to piss him off, and this is the (glorious) consequence—laid out beneath him, thighs hooked over his shoulders, his mouth pressed against your cunt. no teasing, nor does he give you any form of affection such as soft kisses, just his tongue swiping up your slit in one broad stroke before his lips latch onto your clit. sucks hard to make you gasp, hands scrambling against the sheets. he smirks, barely giving you a second before diving back in, his fingers spreading you open wider so he can work his tongue even deeper.
he’s messy with it, too. to the point of obscene, really. making sure you hear every wet, lewd sound as he devours you. when he pulls back for air, his mouth is slick, spit and arousal smeared all over his chin. “fuckin’ dripping,” he mutters, more to himself than you, “so easy.” his fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you from squirming away. “stay still,” he orders, and when you don’t immediately obey, he presses a hand down on your lower stomach, pinning you in place. “didn’t say i was done, did i?”
and then he’s back on you, lapping at your clit, the cold metal of his ring grazing your skin as he presses two fingers inside, stretching you out without warning. the contrast—the warmth of his tongue, the ice of his ring—makes you shudder, a broken whimper slipping past your lips. he groans at that, greedy. fuck, he loves the way you sound. “knew you’d like that,” he taunts, fucking his fingers into you faster, mouth working in tandem.
his free hand moves, sliding up your body, and then he’s pressing those same cold fingers against your lips, smearing your own slick over them. “open,” nam-gyu orders. when you hesitate, he grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. his pupils are blown, his expression somewhere between cruel and wonder. “be good. taste yourself.” you part your lips, and he pushes two fingers inside, pressing down on your tongue. “good girl,” he drawls, before lowering his head again, tongue curling over your clit in quick, ruthless flicks. your moan is muffled around his fingers, eyes rolling back as heat pools low in your belly.
he can feel it in the way your thighs tremble. he chuckles against you, low and mean. “gonna cum for me, baby?” he goads, curling his fingers for emphasis. “go on, then. make a mess.” and when you do, legs trembling, the moan breaking into a choked sob, nam-gyu doesn’t stop. just groans into you, drinking in every last drop, lips and chin wet with it. when he finally pulls away, he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, grinning wolfishly down at you. “fuck… look what you made me do,” he muses, glancing down at the dark spot on his jeans. then he leans in, presses a languid, filthy kiss to your mouth, making sure you taste yourself on his tongue. “hope you’re gonna clean that up.”
CHOI SU-BONG eats you out like it’s his favourite pastime (apart from partying and taking drugs… or both) he’s got you spread out on the thin mattress, legs draped over his shoulders, knees shaking, and he’s barely even started. presses an open-mouthed kiss against the inside of your thigh, then another, dragging his tongue along your skin just to hear that little sigh escape your lips. “what, you nervous?” he taunts, looking up at you with that smug little smirk. “c’mon, señorita, i don’t bite—” his teeth scrape ever so lightly at the soft flesh. “—unless you want me to.”
and then he’s in, burying his face between your thighs like a man starved, tongue flicking against your clit before dragging down, teasing at your entrance, humming like he’s savouring the taste. and fuck, that little hum alone sends a jolt through you. he’s talking between licks, of course he is, lips slick and breath warm against your skin. “mhmm so good, fuck— could eat you for days.” then he moans, a low, satisfied sound as his tongue plunges deeper, and the vibrations make your whole body jerk. he’s insufferable, but he’s so good at it. alternates between deep, slow strokes of his tongue and quick flicks over your clit, gauging your every reaction. “that’s it, baby,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “feels good, huh?”
you nod, or try to, but he’s already got a hand braced against your stomach, pressing you down, keeping you from arching up too much. su-bong looks up at you again, pupils blown open, mouth shining. “say it,” he drawls, before sucking your clit between his lips, tongue laving over it like he’s savouring something decadent. your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging, and he groans against you, rutting his hips against the mattress. “fuck, you’re killing me,” he pants, but he’s grinning, breathless and wrecked. “gonna let me make you come, baby? bet you’ll look so pretty for me.”
he doesn’t stop talking, doesn’t stop licking, doesn’t stop anything until you’re shuddering beneath him, crying out as he works you through it, murmuring praises against your skin because he simply can’t help himself. and when you finally go limp, chest heaving, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. “damn,” he exhales, crawling up to kiss you, slow and filthy, making you taste yourself on his tongue. “wanna go again?”
KANG DAE-HO eats you out like he’s got something to prove—not in an arrogant show-off way, but in that eager, wide-eyed, desperate-to-make-you-feel-good way. his big hands are warm, gripping your thighs as he presses tender, open-mouthed kisses up the inside of them, he’s savouring you, like he could do this all night and still not get enough. and when he finally buries his face between your legs, he lets out this quiet, needy moan, his breath stuttering against your skin.
eyes flicking up to meet yours. he’s got that lovesick look on his face, cheeks flushed, lips wet. “is this okay?” when you nod, breathless, he smiles—sweet and a little bashful—and then he’s back at it, tongue flicking over your clit in careful, deliberate strokes, humming softly. he can’t stop making little noises, soft groans and breathy whimpers, like he’s the one getting worked up from this. his grip on your thighs tightens every time you let out a sound, and fuck, when your fingers tangle in his hair and tug—just a little—he practically whines against you, grinding himself into the mattress, he simply can’t help it.
“so good,” voice muffled as he presses his tongue inside, slow and deep. “so fuckin’ good, baby…” he pulls back just to glance up at you again, lips glossy, panting a little. “you—hah—you taste…” he trails off, shaking his head like words aren’t enough. and then he’s right back at it, sucking your clit into his mouth, moaning low in his throat when you buck up against him. thick fingers slide into you next, careful, coaxing, curling just right, and the sound he makes when you tighten around him— “please, wanna feel it—wanna taste you so bad—” he pants, pressing kisses to your thigh between kitten licks, fingers never stopping. and when you do—when you arch off the bed, thighs shaking—dae-ho just groans, holding you through it, whispering sweet praises between kisses, licking you through every aftershock. when he finally pulls away, cheeks flushed, he just grins boyishly up at you. “holy shit,” his voice thick with awe. “can we do that again?”
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