╰┈➤ five - take me home. sukuna x reader smau. masterlist!!
゛tags : sukuna x reader, bf!choso, choso is lowk a dick, strangers to friends to lovers, heartbreak, sexual jokes/references, mentions of drugs/alcohol, swearing, everyone is adults!, + more.
゛synopsis : you and choso have been dating for a while, the said "sweetheart" with a pure soul. its only until you meet his older brother that you start to rethink your options, and what to do when things take a turn.
゛a/n :
- nobara, maki, y/n all live together!
- toge, panda live tg + so do megumi + yuta, them four all live in the same apartment building
- yuji + sukuna + ig choso? live tg too, however i have mentioned it before
- no one told gojo because he was so drunk off his ass
╰┈➤ one - lover, you shouldve come over. sukuna x reader smau
゛tags : sukuna x reader, bf!choso, choso is lowk a dick, strangers to friends to lovers, heartbreak, sexual jokes/references, mentions of drugs/alcohol, swearing, everyone is adults!, + more.
゛synopsis : you and choso have been dating for a while, the said "sweetheart" with a pure soul. its only until you meet his older brother that you start to rethink your options, and what to do when things take a turn.
゛a/n : sukuna, choso and yuji are brothers for this fic, and they live tg! megumi is the only sane and mature one of the four (i love the megumi sea urchin jokes TwT).
Aguni was sitting on the couch with his legs spread, looking at you with a smirk. You were sucking his dick, alternating between sucking his head and licking his shaft from top to bottom. A hoarse moan escaped Aguni.
"Fuck, keep it up, suck my balls too… that's it, fuck." He almost growled, hand fisting in your hair.
You continued, picking up the pace, covering his dick with drool and your chin with his precum, determined to satisfy Aguni. He was already breathing heavily, and his stomach was tightening. Aguni pulled hard on your hair. His cum dripped onto your face, smearing your chin and mouth, making your boyfriend smile at the mess he'd made.
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Ann:
Ann leaned against the headboard as you fingered her pussy. One hand circled her clit while the other fingers moved in and out of her hole quickly. She bit her lip, her gaze fixed on you.
"Don't stop, I'm almost there…" She murmured. You bent your head and began licking her sensitive clit. Her body trembled instantly and she came, her liquid splashing all over your face. Ann moaned and caressed your hair.
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Arisu:
Arisu lay there as you slowly stroked him, teasing him, seeing how vulnerable he was beneath your touch. He whimpered softly, brows furrowed, breathing shallow.
"Faster, please," he whined.
You obeyed, speeding up your hand, moving from the base to the head of his cock, rubbing your thumb over the glans. His body trembled more and more. When he came, it was a loud moan, eyes half-closed, cum spraying your face. Arisu's hand went straight to your face, caressing it and enjoying the sight.
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Banda:
You were kneeling between Banda's legs, sucking his thick cock, which hit your throat as you licked every vein. Banda moaned loudly, his hand pulling your hair and controlling your rhythm.
"Swallow it all, open your mouth wider." His hoarse voice echoed through the room.
Your mouth lowered to his balls and sucked them, making his body shudder. His hand tugged at your hair, guiding your mouth back to his cock, thrusting until you gagged. His breathing became ragged, his abdomen tightening.
When Banda felt himself coming, he pulled your mouth away from his cock with a tug of hair, and his hand went to jerk off his own. Cum spurted straight onto your face, splashing across your cheek, mouth, and forehead. He continued masturbating slowly, spreading every drop of it across you.
"Now you look perfect," he murmured and ran his thumb over the corner of your mouth, pushing the dripping cum inside.
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Chishiya:
Chishiya was sitting on the bed, head thrown back. You were lying between his legs, slowly jerking him off, your hand sliding firmly over his hard cock. He sighed and tilted his head, looking directly at you but trying to hide the blush rising in his cheeks.
"You have no idea how much I need this after today," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
You sped up your hand, alternating between fast and slow movements. His glans was already sensitive, dripping wet. His orgasm came quickly, his breath hitching before he came, his cum splattering on your face and breasts. This was surely one of the most beautiful things Chishiya had ever seen.
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Karube:
You sucked Karube's cock all the way down and then down to his balls, sucking one by one. Heavy breathing filled the room. Karube moaned loudly, his cock tense and throbbing in your mouth.
"Swallow it all, don't stop." He moaned, hand tugging on your hair.
Just as he was about to cum, he gripped her hair tighter and pulled her mouth from his cock, holding it toward her face and looking straight into her eyes. His cum hit her face, running down her cheeks, mouth, and neck. Karube smirked at it. His fingers went to the liquid dripping from her lips and forced them inside.
"Yeah, swallow it all for me, will ya?" He murmured.
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Kuina:
Kuina was naked, her abdomen contracting every time your tongue circled her clitoris. You sucked eagerly, alternating between sucking her clitoris and licking her wet folds. She moaned loudly, her head thrown back.
"Fuck, your mouth is perfect. Keep going." Her hips ground against your face, and you began to suck harder, making her gasp. Kuina grabbed your hair and came, covering your face with her juices. Her hand caressed your face, and then she licked her fingers. She couldn't stop admiring your face.
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Kuzuryu:
Kuzuryu was sitting on the couch, his shirt half open. You were sucking his cock hard, tongue swirling around the tip. He moaned hoarsely, one hand resting on the arm of the couch.
"Keep going." He gasped hoarsely and you sped up, sucking deeper, making wet noises echo through the room. Kuzuryu's body was already at its limit, his cock throbbing in your mouth.
At the last second, he pulled your hair, pulling his cock out of your mouth, and came straight onto your face. His cum splashed all over your face, but mostly on your cheeks and lips. He slowly ran his hand over your face. You were the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.
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Kyuma:
His mouth swallowed Kyuma's cock deeper and deeper, making saliva run down his chin. The man let out a loud moan, and didn't even bother to cover the others.
"Don't stop. I'm so close," he murmured, looking straight into your eyes. Suddenly, his body shuddered and he let out a loud groan, cumming and splattering all over your face. He rubbed his fingers over your face, trying to clean it off, and kissed your forehead. "Oh god, I came on your face. I'm sorry, love… but you look so beautiful like this."
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Niragi:
Niragi sat looking down at you with a lazy smirk. You sucked his cock relentlessly, your mouth moving up and down slowly, saliva dripping down your chin. He groaned as his fingers tugged at your hair, commanding your rhythm.
"That's it, swallow more, I want to see where my dick reaches." He murmured hoarsely and you obeyed, swallowing him until you choked and your eyes became watery. Niragi suddenly moaned and came, pulling his dick out of your mouth abruptly.
White jets hit your face and ran down to your neck, making him even more excited. He smiled with satisfaction, seeing the mess he had turned you into.
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Takeuru:
Takeru was sitting with his legs open on the bed while you jerked his cock quickly, one hand moving up and down firmly and the other squeezing his balls.
"That's it, fuck, keep it up." He moaned, his back arching.
The wet sound of the handjob echoed in the room, along with the groans he tried to muffle. Takeru enjoyed every second. His cock throbbed in your hand, its glans red and dripping. When he came, it was intense, thick jets of cum covering your face and running down your neck. Takeru bit his lip. This was the sexiest thing he's ever seen.
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Usagi:
Usagi panted and grabbed the bed sheets as you fingered her quickly, sometimes sucking her clit, making her moan.
"More, please…" She murmured between moans, and you obeyed her with pleasure. Your tongue pressing against her clit was enough to get her almost there. Usagi came with a loud moan, her juices running down her chin. When she saw what she had done, she gripped the sheets tighter and almost squirmed.
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Yaba:
Yaba was sitting on the couch, legs apart, lips curved into a smirk. You were kneeling, sucking his cock, your mouth going all the way down until you gagged. All you could hear was the wet sound of the blowjob and his moans.
"Just like that, choke until the end, bitch." He whispered, hand tugging on your hair.
You didn't stop, your tongue massaging his head every time you came up. Saliva and precum dripped down your chin, making Nobunaga smile, excited by the mess he was making of you, and thrusting his cock into your mouth. When he came, it was with a hoarse groan, spurting hard and smearing it all over your face.
"Look at you, all cummed up. That's how I like it." He grabbed your jaw, making you look up at him.
Warnings: nsfw smut public sex club setting semi-public rough sex possessive namgyu camgirl reader vip room bathroom sex dirty talk size kink no aftercare marking manhandling smoking drinking cocaine mentions explicit content
Nam-gyu x lector fem!
Your notifications were blowing up that night, dozens of guys spamming you with the usual horny messages. But among all the repeated names, one stood out—you knew him already: Nam-gyu. He wasn’t like the others. He never asked for stupid shit like “send me a kiss” or wasted money on cheesy requests; he went straight to the point, always dropping big donations, buying full videos, and demanding that you look into the camera when you spoke.
One day, after a private show, he wrote something different:
“I work at Pentagon, a club in Gangnam. Come. I’ll get you in. Stop wasting your time with these idiots who only pay to see you through a screen.”
He said it with such certainty it almost sounded like an order. You hesitated, of course, but curiosity won. You put together the outfit: a black mini skirt, tight top, red lips, heels that sounded like a weapon. You went full bitch-mode, flanked by two friends screaming excitedly about going to a fancy club.
*Pentagon* was packed—thick smoke, red and violet lights dancing over walls drenched in alcohol. The music was so loud you could feel it in your gut. And then you saw him: Nam-gyu, black shirt unbuttoned showing the chain with the cross on his chest, a glass of whiskey in one hand, the other greeting half the club like he owned the place.
When his eyes locked with yours, that crooked grin appeared. You walked straight toward him, feeling half the room’s stares crawl down your body.
—“I knew you were hot on camera,” he said, voice rough and dripping vice. “But in person… fucking trap.”
Not even a second later, he had you pulled into the VIP table. Bottles open, discreet coke lines, expensive cigarettes, guys throwing glances your way. But with one look from Nam-gyu, everyone understood you were there for him.
He treated your friends differently. To them, he poured drinks, gave out free shots, made them laugh—classic promoter behavior. But with you, it was another game. Every word in your ear brushed too close, every hand on your waist was possessive, territorial.
—“I didn’t come here just to look. I paid once to see you on screen, right? Now it’s face to face.”
The audacity made your blood rush. You liked the danger, the hunger in his eyes, that aura of a man with no limits.
The drinks piled up fast, the music drowned out your thoughts, and the tension hit boiling point. The second your friends got distracted dancing, Nam-gyu grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a dark booth at the back.
He didn’t even shut the door properly. He shoved you against the wall, his lips crushing into yours with brutal hunger. He tasted like whiskey, smoke, sweat. His hands slid up your skirt without permission, squeezing hard.
—“I always wanted to hear if you sound the same as in your videos.” His voice was a growl, his fingers already pulling your panties aside.
You kissed him harder, but seconds later he had full control. He yanked your hair, tore off the fabric in his way, laughed at your moans. His mouth dragged down your neck, leaving red marks, one hand pinning you to the wall like you weighed nothing.
Your panties were wrecked on the floor in his hand. He lifted you up in one swift motion, gripped your hips, and thrust into you before your body even had time to process. Rough, urgent, almost violent. Every slam against the wall shook the booth.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, your voice cracking between moans and shaky laughter. He loved it—biting at your jaw, forcing your eyes to stay on his.
—“Look at me.” He gripped your face, pounding harder. “You’re never filming again without thinking of this.”
Possessive, twisted—but in that moment, the only real thing was the clash of his hips into yours, your back slamming the wall, his dark laugh cutting through the club’s muffled music.
When it was over, there was no sweet aftercare. Nam-gyu lit a cigarette, blew smoke into your lips, and stared at you with that crooked grin.
—“Knew you were worth more than all those idiots online.”
And there you were: makeup smudged, legs trembling, chest burning with the certainty that this night at Pentagon wasn’t the first or last time Nam-gyu would claim you as his.
Pairing: chishiya x reader (no pronouns mentioned)
Summary: chishiya never thought he'd fall in love. and he never thought there could be an emotion that is even more consuming than love: grief
Warnings: heavy angst! reader dying, mentions of blood, a little bit of fluff
Word count: ~6k
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The King of Spades was nothing but chaos. Bullets ripped through the air, glass shattered, smoke stung your eyes and burned your throat. Screams echoed through the empty streets, but beneath the panic there was a strange, desperate determination. This was it. This was almost the endgame. Only two remained: the King of Spades and the Queen of Hearts.
You ran through the debris-strewn street beside Chishiya, lungs burning, heart hammering against your ribs. Every step, every breath, was weighted with the knowledge that if you made it through this, there might finally be peace.
Another gunshot rang out, closer than before. In the split second it took to realise the trajectory, you saw it: the bullet was aimed straight for Chishiya. Without thinking, you shoved him aside. The crack of impact tore through you. The pain was instant, molten fire blooming in your side.
His voice was raw, almost unrecognisable as he yelled your name. He caught you as your knees buckled, his arms tightening around you like he could physically hold you together.
You tried to laugh, tried to tell him it was fine, but all that came out was a wet gasp. “Guess… I wasn’t fast enough.”
“Shut up.” He sank to his knees with you clutched against him, his sharp eyes blown wide with panic. He pressed both hands against the wound and you could feel the tremor in them, something you had never felt from him before. “Don’t talk. Just- just hold on.”
Blood seeped hot between his fingers, soaking through his clothes. His usual calm precision was gone, replaced with frantic movements as he dragged you behind a crumbling wall, shielding you from gunfire.
“Shuntarō…” You coughed, the metallic taste flooding your mouth. “You need to go. You can still-"
“Don’t you dare.” His tone cut like a blade, but the crack in his voice betrayed him. “Don’t you dare tell me to leave you.”
You blinked up at him, his face hovering above yours. For once, the usual smirk was gone. But there was also no coldness, no detachment, just desperation. “This isn’t you,” you whispered weakly.
“I know.” His voice broke on the words. He pressed harder on the wound, muttering curses under his breath. “I can’t focus. I can’t- dammit, stop bleeding-" His hands shook, smeared red to the wrists. “You’re going to be fine. You hear me? You’re going to be fine.”
A shiver racked through you as the world blurred at the edges. “You sound so sure.”
“I am.” His jaw clenched, his eyes flicking between your face and the spreading blood. “Because I don’t lose. Not like this. Not you.” You reached up weakly, fingers brushing the fabric of his bloodstained shirt. “You’ve always been a terrible liar.”
His breath hitched. “Then believe me when I say this: you don’t get to die here.” His hands pressed harder, trying to stem the tide. “You don’t get to leave me.”
The street around you was still chaos, the King of Spades’ gunfire relentless, but in that moment, Chishiya didn’t calculate his odds or think of strategy. For once, he wasn’t the untouchable player. He was just a man on his knees, clutching the one person he couldn’t afford to lose, fighting a battle his brain told him he couldn’t win and refusing to let go anyway.
“Chishiya!” Usagi’s voice cut through the chaos as she and Arisu sprinted into view, ducking low behind the ruined wall. Their eyes widened when they saw you in his arms, your blood pooling beneath you.
Arisu lurched forward, calling your name, panic all over his face, but Chishiya snapped at him before he could even reach you.
“Tear your jacket, now! I need more fabric. Usagi, water, anything clean!” His voice was sharp, commanding, but shaking at the edges. His hands never lifted from your wound, pressing down, desperate to slow the tide that kept slipping through his fingers.
Arisu fumbled, tearing at his jacket with trembling hands, while Usagi scrambled through her bag.
Chishiya seized the torn pieces of fabric, pressing them against the wound, replacing sodden fabric with fresh ones as quickly as it soaked through. His teeth clenched hard enough to ache. “Come on, come on- stay with me,” he muttered under his breath, a mantra as much for himself as for you.
You choked, the sound wet and terrifying. Blood dribbled from the corner of your lips. Chishiya froze. For a split second, his world went silent. No gunfire, no shouting, no explosions, just the crimson stain painting your mouth.
His medical mind knew exactly what that meant. Internal bleeding. Lungs filling. The bullet had to come out. Surgery. You needed an operating room, a sterile environment, equipment he didn’t have. Without it...
No. Don’t. The thought hammered against the walls of his skull, but his chest burned with the truth he didn’t want to accept. This was not good. This was not survivable.
“Shuntarō…” You tried to speak, voice bubbling with blood, but he shook his head furiously, silencing you with the fierce press of his palm against yours.
“Don’t talk. Don’t.” His voice cracked as he barked it, eyes burning, jaw trembling despite the sharpness of his tone. “I can fix this. I can fix you. Just hold on.”
Arisu swallowed hard, looking between your paling face and Chishiya’s bloodied hands. He opened his mouth to say something, but one look from Chishiya kept him silent.
Chishiya’s heart pounded as his mind screamed calculations he didn’t want to hear: survival rate near zero, no surgical intervention possible, the inevitable dragging closer with every shallow breath you took. And yet his hands kept working, pressing, replacing, fighting against the truth.
You coughed again, weaker this time, and your eyes fluttered half-shut. Chishiya’s own vision blurred. His heart refused what his mind already knew: that you were slipping, that he couldn’t save you here.
“No,” he whispered fiercely, leaning closer, his forehead almost pressing to yours. “You’re not allowed to leave me. You hear me? You don’t get to leave me.”
The world around him dimmed, the noise of battle fading like a distant echo, as though time itself slowed. The warmth of your blood on his hands, the weight of your body in his arms, everything anchored him in this moment of devastation.
And then, like smoke curling in from the edges of memory, another image began to press against his mind. Not this battlefield. Not this day. Something older. The first time he saw you. The sharp words you had thrown at him. The way you would never let him hide behind his cold smirk.
The present wavered and the past began to bleed through. With the world blurring, the chaos of blood and gunfire slipped away, replaced by a different kind of tension. A memory pressed itself into focus: the first time you met him.
The game had been set in a massive, abandoned shopping mall. The rules were simple, the execution brutal. A puzzle with two possible paths. One that would allow a handful of players to escape quickly if they figured out the solution, and another, longer route, that gave everyone a chance to survive if enough people cooperated.
You had seen the solution almost instantly, the same way he had. The smug tilt of his head told you that much. He leaned back against a shattered storefront, hands tucked into his pockets, eyes glinting with that detached amusement you would later come to know all too well.
“Well?” he had drawled, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “Smart enough to see it. Smart enough to walk away. What’s stopping you?”
You squared your shoulders, pulse steady despite the smug challenge in his tone. “The fact that there are other people here who don’t deserve to die just because they weren’t fast enough.”
He arched an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching like your answer was amusing but foolish. “Ah. So, one of those. Self-sacrificing, bleeding-heart types.” He pushed off the wall and stepped closer, his gaze sharp. “That won’t get you far in here.”
“Neither will standing around acting superior while people die,” you shot back. The words hung in the air, as unexpected as they were. For the briefest second, his expression flickered. And it wasn't intimidation or anger, but surprise. Then that infuriating smirk slid back into place.
You ignored it, turning to the cluster of terrified players and explaining the longer route, urging them to work together. Some hesitated, some doubted, but you persisted, and slowly they began to move.
Chishiya followed, hands still shoved into his pockets, watching you with that unreadable stare. When the danger spiked and the panic threatened to ruin the plan, he intervened with quiet, precise words, guiding others in exactly the right way to keep them moving. Not for their sake, you suspected, but for his own.
In the end, the game was cleared. A few lives were lost, but far fewer than there might have been. Relief rippled through the survivors as they stumbled out into the night air, alive.
“That was reckless,” Chishiya said when it was over, his gaze fixed on you. “Reckless and far too good-hearted for this world.”
You wiped the sweat from your brow, exhaustion tugging at your limbs, but your lips curved into a sharp grin. “Funny. I was about to say the same about you... minus the good-hearted part.”
For a moment, silence stretched between you. Then his eyes narrowed slightly, not with annoyance, but with something far more dangerous: intrigue.
From that day forward, you weren’t just another player in his eyes. You were the one person who hadn’t flinched, hadn’t bent beneath his words, and that fact alone hooked something in him he couldn’t quite explain.
The Beach was a different kind of battlefield. Not bullets and blood, but politics, manipulation, and fragile alliances. Hatter had welcomed you with a grin wide enough to split his face when you first arrived, declaring you “a rare gem”, a Clubs player who excelled in strategy and cooperation. Someone who could win games not by force or brute intellect alone, but by leading others through them.
It didn’t take long for you to rise. Your ability to clear Clubs games and to keep people alive, made you valuable. And with value came rank. Soon, you found yourself seated at the long table in the executive meetings, surrounded by the most powerful players at the Beach.
Chishiya always sat slouched in his chair, arms folded or hands tucked into his pockets, his lazy smirk never leaving his face. He barely ever said anything. It was not hard for you to realise what he thought of the Beach and the executives. Only they never noticed.
Sometimes he couldn't hold back, when a plan was exceptionally stupid. He barely ever suggested a better plan, only scoffing and calling the current one 'absolutely brainless'. Most people let his words roll past, unwilling to engage with him. But not you.
“Do you ever contribute anything useful?” you snapped one evening after yet another one of his thinly veiled provocations.
His smirk deepened, eyes glittering with mischief. “I'm stating the truth. Someone has to keep these meetings interesting.”
“You mean you hide behind sarcasm so no one notices you never stick your neck out,” you countered.
The room went quiet. A few executives shifted uncomfortably, eyes flicking between you and Chishiya. No one spoke to him that way. Not Hatter. Not Aguni. No one.
For a heartbeat, he said nothing, only watched you with those unreadable eyes of his. Then, slowly, his lips curved. “Careful.” He muttered softly. A scoff escaped you before you could stop it.
The meeting moved on, but the tension lingered. His eyes found you more than once, following the way you spoke, the way you carried yourself. It wasn’t intimidation he felt. It wasn’t irritation, either. It was something far more dangerous: fascination.
That night, after the meeting, you found him leaning against a balcony rail, the glow of neon lights painting his pale features. You didn’t hesitate.
“You know,” you said, stepping up beside him, “for someone who pretends not to care, you work very hard at keeping up that act.”
He turned his head just enough to glance at you, one eyebrow lifting. “Is that so?”
“Yeah.” You met his gaze steadily. “You think no one sees through it. But I do. You’re not detached. You’re scared of what happens if you’re not.”
The words landed heavier than you expected. For once, he didn’t smirk. He didn’t argue back. He just studied you, like he was piecing something together for the first time.
And in that silence, something shifted. His intrigue, that spark of curiosity from your first encounter, began to settle into something deeper. Because no one ever challenged him. No one ever broke past the persona he wore like armour. No one but you.
Sleep rarely came easy at the Beach. The music, the shouting, the laughter of people pretending they weren’t living on borrowed time, it all seeped through the walls no matter where you hid. Most nights you wandered restlessly, letting your feet carry you. It turned out you weren’t the only one.
You would find him again and again. Sometimes in the library, idly leafing through books. Sometimes outside, leaning against the rail of the poolside bar. Sometimes on the rooftops, gazing at the ruined city like he was the only one left in it.
At first, the two of you exchanged little more than jabs. Witty remarks, sharp words meant to poke at each other. But over time, the conversations deepened. The silences between words grew comfortable instead of tense.
One night, you told him about your family. Just small details like your favourite childhood memory, the smell of your grandmother’s cooking. Tiny things, fragments of a life that felt impossibly far away. You hadn’t expected him to answer. He never did. But this time, after a long silence, he spoke.
“I used to think medicine was just a puzzle. Problems to be solved with logic. People only… complicated it.” His eyes stayed fixed on the ground below as if it was easier not to look at you. “I didn’t expect it to matter. Until it did.”
The admission stunned you. You didn’t push. You just sat beside him, the weight of his words sinking in. And slowly, he began to share more. Little fragments. Pieces of himself he swore he would never hand to anyone here. But with you, the risk felt almost… safe?
Safe. That was what he felt with you, a word so foreign to him it might as well have been from another language. Yet when your eyes found his, when your shoulder brushed his in the quiet of the night, that’s what it was. Safe. And strangely, it felt good.
It was on one of those nights, the both of you standing on an empty rooftop, the broken city sprawled endlessly below, that something shifted again. The wind tugged at your clothes and tousled his pale hair.
You leaned against the railing, staring out at the flickering lights far away. The games had just started. When you finally turned your head, you realised he wasn’t looking at the view at all. He was watching you. His gaze was steady, as if memorising every detail.
The silence stretched, heavy with something unspoken. And then, quietly, almost as if confessing to himself, he said, “I really want to kiss you right now.”
You froze, breath catching in your chest. For a moment, you thought you misheard. “What?” His lips twitched, “You heard me.”
When you turned fully to face him, the look in your eyes was all the invitation he needed. His hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair from your face with uncharacteristic gentleness. And then he closed the distance.
The kiss felt careful at first, like he was testing the reality of it. His lips pressed against yours softly, almost reverently, the warmth of him startling against the night’s chill.
But when you tilted your head, when your hand found the fabric of his shirt and tugged him closer, something inside him broke free. The kiss deepened, growing urgent, his fingers curling against your jaw as though anchoring himself to you.
For someone who lived in logic, in distance, it was uncharacteristically vulnerable. He kissed you like he had been holding back for far too long, like he had finally surrendered to the one truth he couldn’t outthink or outmaneuver: you.
When he finally pulled back, breath mingling with yours, his forehead rested lightly against your temple. “I- We shouldn’t,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. You whispered back, “But what's stopping us in a world that is already doomed?"
After that rooftop night, things shifted in ways neither of you acknowledged out loud. It wasn’t dramatic, not some sweeping declaration or visible change. It was subtler than that, the quiet gravity pulling you towards each other, undeniable even when you tried to resist.
Sometimes it showed in stolen moments. You would find him sprawled on a couch in the empty library, eyes closed like he was dozing, and he would wordlessly lift one arm, making room for you at his side. You would curl against him, your head against his shoulder, and he would go back to pretending to sleep, though you noticed his breathing always slowed, steadying only once you were there.
Other times, it was in small acts of defiance. During games, he no longer stood apart. He no longer seemed detached. He stayed closer, orbiting your side. When danger flared, his eyes always found you first, calculating not just his survival, but yours.
And then there were the nights. Nights when the Beach quieted, when the music finally died down. You would sit together on that rooftop, trading fragments of memory. He told you about the feeling of holding a beating heart in his hands during surgery. You told him about the way spring mornings smelled after the rain in your hometown.
One night, you laughed at something ridiculous he said. A rare and genuine laugh that slipped from you without restraint. You hadn’t noticed how intently he was watching until the sound faded, and his lips curved, not in a smirk this time, but in something softer, rarer. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured. You tilted your head. “Me?”
“Yes.” His eyes lingered on yours, unreadable yet warm. “Because I almost forget where we are when I’m with you.” You hadn’t known what to say to that. But the silence that followed wasn’t heavy. It was delicate, like glass you didn’t dare shatter.
There were arguments, of course. He would call you reckless, accuse you of risking yourself for people who didn’t deserve it. You would snap back that he was a coward for hiding behind his indifference. But even those clashes felt different now. They ended not in walls, but in doorways. His eyes softened when the fire in yours burned out, and more often than not, one of you ended up seeking the other out again by the next day. And slowly, without him even realising when it happened, admiration turned into something far more dangerous than any game the Borderlands could throw at him.
Love.
The rooftop, the laughter, the fragile moments of peace, they dissolved like mist against the fire of the battlefield. The deafening roar of gunfire crashed back, smoke choking the air, the metallic tang of blood heavy on your tongue.
Chishiya’s hands were still pressed desperately against your wound, his knuckles white, his movements frantic. He muttered under his breath, curses and pleas bleeding together, his usual calm precision shattered into raw desperation. “Stay with me,” he rasped, shaking his head as though the force of denial alone could undo reality. “You’re not leaving me here. You hear me?” His voice cracked, jagged at the edges.
You summoned what little strength you had left, lifting a trembling hand. Your fingers curled weakly around his wrist, halting his futile attempts to stop the bleeding. His head snapped up, eyes locking on yours. They were wide with fear.
You forced your lips into something resembling a smile, though pain pulled at every muscle. “Shuntarō…” Your voice was barely a whisper, wet and broken, but you pressed on. “It’s okay.”
“No.” The word tore from him like a growl, desperate and vicious. “Don’t you dare say that. Don’t you-"
“It’s okay,” you repeated, firmer this time, though your breaths were shallow and ragged. “It’s time to let go.” His throat bobbed, his hands tightening helplessly around yours. You could see it in his eyes, the refusal, the devastation, the breaking.
“I'm ready,” you whispered, each word a battle. “I knew it might come to this ever since stepping into this world. But you… you gave me more than I ever thought I’d have here. You showed me things I’d forgotten. How to feel again. How to… love again.” His face twisted, anguish tearing through his mask like shrapnel.
“I’ll never forget you,” you continued, your vision dimming at the edges, though you fought to keep his face in focus. “I’ll always be with you. Right here.” Your fingers pressed weakly against his chest, where his heart thundered. Tears blurred his eyes, though he blinked them back with furious defiance.
“You have to make it out alive,” you breathed. “For me. Promise me.” His lips trembled, his jaw clenched, and for a long moment he couldn’t answer. Then, hoarse and broken, the word escaped:
“…I promise.”
Your hand slackened, sliding down his wrist. Your smile lingered faintly, even as your breaths grew too shallow to draw.
And for the first time in his life, Shuntarō Chishiya felt utterly powerless, cradling the one person he could not save, watching the light slip from your eyes, even as his heart screamed to hold on.
Your hand slipped from his wrist, falling limply to the ground. Chishiya didn’t move. His body hunched over yours, his bloodied hands frozen against your wound as if sheer will could reverse what had already happened.
“Chishiya-" Usagi’s voice cracked as she reached for him. He didn’t respond. He didn’t even look up. Arisu’s hands were on his shoulders then, pulling, shaking, desperate. “We have to move! If we stay here, we’ll die!”
“I can’t-" His voice was hollow, the words rasping out like ashes. “Yes, you can!” Arisu’s grip tightened, dragging him back with all his strength. Usagi whispered a soft farewell to you, thanking you for everything you endured together. Then she helped Arisu pull Chishiya away from your seemingly lifeless body.
His legs stumbled beneath him, but his mind was empty. Utterly, completely numb.
The King of Spades fell. But danger was still close. Niragi, his laughter fractured and unhinged, stumbled into the open. He raised the gun with gleeful cruelty, his aim swinging wildly until it landed on Chishiya. The shot cracked. Pain seared through Chishiya’s body as the bullet tore into him, just missing vital organs. And he mocked Niragi for it.
But when Chishiya saw Niragi's gun pointed at Usagi, he intervened. Before he could pull the trigger, Chishiya lurched forward, forcing his body between them. He stood, shielding her with everything he had left. He staggered, slumped back against the wreck of a car, blood soaking his side.
“Chishiya!” Usagi’s cry tore through the smoke. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even care. Death didn’t scare him anymore, not when he had already lost the only thing he wanted to live for.
Slumped against the car, breaths shallow and pain radiating through him, he managed a broken, wry smile. “A change in my usual character seemed just right,” he murmured, voice barely more than a rasp.
Arisu crouched beside him, eyes wide, face twisted in worry. But Chishiya only leaned his head back against the scorched metal, his gaze unfocused, his thoughts far away from the battlefield. "Now win that last card."
When the final game was cleared, when Arisu and Usagi brought the Queen of Hearts down and the fireworks tore across the dark sky, he lay there, watching the colours explode above.
The question lingered in the air, heavy and impossible: return to the real world, or remain here forever. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, so softly it was almost lost beneath the thunder of fireworks, he whispered, “I think… I want to return.”
His lips parted in a faint, broken smile, eyes glimmering with tears he didn’t shed. “To make it out alive,” he breathed. “To become a better person back in the real world.” His gaze drifted skyward, as though you might be hidden among the stars. “For you.”
The light swallowed everything. One moment, there were fireworks blazing across the sky, the sharp taste of blood in his mouth, and the weight of his whispered promise to you. The next, there was white. A brightness that pressed in from all sides until there was nothing else.
When Chishiya’s eyes fluttered open, it wasn’t the Borderlands he saw. It was a ceiling. Pale and sterile, humming faintly with fluorescent light. The faint beeping of machines filled the silence. A hospital.
For a moment, he lay still, the weight of his body foreign, every nerve raw.
“Yo,” a too-familiar voice rasped. Chishiya turned his head, his neck stiff. Niragi was in the hospital bed next to him, bandages wrapping his whole body, IV tubing dangling from his arm. His smirk was lopsided, weaker than usual, but still there.
“You finally up, huh?” Niragi chuckled dryly, tapping his temple. “Funny thing. Can’t remember a damn thing. Not the accident, not how I got here. Blank. Guess we got lucky, huh?”
Chishiya said nothing. He only watched him, his chest heavy with a dread Niragi couldn’t understand. Because he remembered.
Not all at once, but piece by piece, like shards of glass cutting through the fog. The endless games. The blood. The fire. And then you.
Your hand slipping from his wrist. The weak smile you forced through the pain. Your voice, trembling but steady, telling him it was okay. That it was time to let go. That you would always be with him, in his heart.
His breath caught, the sound sharp in the sterile air. He turned his face away from Niragi, pressing his eyes shut, but it didn’t stop the flood.
Every word. Every laugh. Every kiss on that rooftop beneath the ruined city. Every quiet moment of safety you had given him in a world designed to strip it away.
And then the memory of you dying in his arms. The devastation hit like a blow to the chest. His throat tightened, his stomach twisted, and for the first time in his life, Chishiya felt the weight of grief so sharp it was suffocating.
He had thought himself untouchable. Above it all. Detached. But you had dismantled that piece by piece until he had nothing left to hide behind. And now, with the memories flooding back, he realised what it meant to lose the only person who had ever made him want to live.
Tears pricked hot at the corners of his eyes, but he didn’t let them fall. He swallowed them down, his jaw tightening, his nails biting into his palms.
You were gone. And he remembered everything.
Recovery was a slow, suffocating process.
The surgeons told him he had been lucky. He was kept in bed for weeks, his movements limited, every shift in his body reminding him of pain.
At night, when the hospital quieted and the only sound was the steady beep of monitors, he would close his eyes and see you. Not vague impressions, not blurry dreams, but you. The weight of your hand in his. The curve of your smile on that rooftop. The way your voice cracked when you told him it was okay to let go.
And every time, he broke all over again. He didn’t cry. He refused. But grief hollowed him out, carving him into something unrecognisable. Meals went untouched. The doctors muttered about depression, about trauma, about therapy he wouldn’t accept. Niragi never noticed, too consumed in his own arrogance and relief at forgetting. But Chishiya remembered. Every second. Every heartbeat. Every loss.
And still, he clung to the only thing he had left: the promise. "Make it out alive. For me."
He replayed your words in his head like scripture. You wanted him to survive, so he would. He had never cared before. Not about life, about people, about being anything more than clever enough to win. But you had changed him. You had made him want more.
So when he forced himself to eat again, it wasn’t for himself. It was for you. When he pushed himself to stand, leaning on the IV pole with trembling legs, it was for you. When he looked out the window at the city, the world he had never expected to see again, it was with the thought of you.
He wanted to be a better person. For you.
Every step forward was agony, but every step was survival. And survival was what you had asked of him.
He carried your voice in his chest like a second heartbeat, a phantom rhythm guiding him through the emptiness. He didn’t know what becoming “better” would look like. He only knew that for the first time in his life, he wanted to find out.
Because you would have wanted it for him. And that was enough.
The first steps outside the hospital felt strange.
The city was alive in a way the Borderlands had never been. Cars rumbled by, their horns impatient. Neon signs buzzed overhead, some flickering with tired light. The air was full of chatter, laughter, the rustle of people living their lives without the weight of survival games pressing against their every breath.
For weeks, Chishiya had forced himself to notice these things. The way the sky shifted from grey to orange at dusk. The smell of fresh bread wafting from a bakery. The sound of a dog barking in the distance. Little things. Ordinary things. The kind of details you would have smiled at. The kind of details he had promised himself he would appreciate for you.
That afternoon, his steps carried him into Shibuya. The famous scramble crossing stretched wide before him, thrumming with life. He stood at the curb, hands shoved in his pockets, watching the sea of people swell as the lights changed.
And then his world stopped.
His heart lurched violently against his ribs, a blow so sudden it nearly stole the air from his lungs. His feet froze mid-step, rooted to the ground as if the earth itself had given way beneath him.
His eyes widened, every muscle in his body locking in place. For a moment, the sounds of Shibuya dulled, the honking horns, the shuffle of feet, the chatter of strangers all fading into nothing but a faint buzz in his ears.
Because there, in the shifting crowd, you walked. Alive.
Your face, so achingly familiar, so impossibly real, turned slightly towards the sunlight. No blood, no fear, no Borderlands. Just you. Your expression was relaxed, your steps unhurried, like you belonged here, like nothing had ever happened.
Chishiya’s chest constricted. His pulse thundered in his ears. His breath caught, shallow and trembling, as if one wrong inhale would make the image vanish. He didn’t blink. He couldn’t. He was terrified that if he did, you would be gone.
But you weren’t. You were right there, weaving through the crowd, alive in a world where you weren’t supposed to exist anymore. And for the first time since waking in that hospital, Chishiya felt his carefully rebuilt composure shatter all over again.
He couldn’t stop himself.
The second the crossing cleared, Chishiya stepped off the curb, his legs moving before his mind could catch up. His pulse thundered, drowning out the noise of Shibuya. Every stride closed the distance, though he stayed a pace behind, weaving silently through the throng of bodies.
You were alive. Walking. Breathing. Existing. And he couldn’t look away.
He memorised the way your shoulders moved with each step, the tilt of your head when the sunlight brushed your face. The little details, the ones he had thought were lost to him forever. They mesmerised him. His chest ached with every heartbeat, but he couldn’t let himself blink, couldn’t risk missing even a second of it.
Words caught in his throat. A hundred things he wanted to say, your name, his apologies, the promise he had carried for you, but none of them reached his lips. He only followed you silently, his gaze fixed like a man watching a miracle take shape.
And then you turned. Your eyes met his instantly, locking onto him as though you had been waiting. The world fell away, Shibuya dissolving into nothing but the depth of your gaze.
For a moment, everything inside him broke apart, the devastation, the grief, the crushing sadness he had been dragging behind him since the Borderlands. It all dissolved, washed clean in the quiet safety of your eyes. His chest tightened, his lips parting in a soundless breath. He felt weightless, suspended between disbelief and overwhelming relief.
You tilted your head slightly, your brows knitting together in faint confusion. “Do we… know each other?” The words hit him harder than any bullet.
Because in that instant, he realised: you didn’t remember. Not the Borderlands. Not the games. Not him. Not the love that had grown between you in the shadow of death.
The smile you gave was polite, uncertain. A stranger’s smile.
Your eyes narrowed slightly as though trying to place a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit. “Though… you do look familiar,” you admitted softly.
Chishiya’s breath caught. Little did he know, when your eyes first locked, your heart had skipped a beat. It had been involuntary. A sudden, unexplainable flutter that left you unsettled, though you couldn’t begin to understand why.
His lips parted, the word trembling out of him before he could stop it. Your name. Whispered like a prayer.
Your eyes widened. “So we do know each other?” Relief and guilt flooded your face in equal measure. “I’m so sorry. I… I recently woke up from a coma after the meteor incident. There are still gaps. I don’t… I don’t remember everything.”
Chishiya just stared at you. Stared as though you weren’t real, as though at any second you might vanish back into smoke and gunfire. His whole body ached to close the distance, to wrap his arms around you, to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his fingers, to remind himself you were alive.
But he didn’t move. He couldn’t. Not when your memories had been erased, not when touching you might break whatever fragile thread had brought you back to him.
Still, the grief that had crushed him for weeks didn’t win here. Not this time. Because you were alive. That was all that mattered.
Perhaps it was better you didn’t remember the Borderlands, the blood and the countless horrors. Even if it meant you also didn’t remember the rooftop, the laughter, the nights of whispered secrets, the love that had bloomed between you.
He would carry those memories for the both of you. And he was certain of one thing: he would make you fall in love with him again. Just as it had happened before.
For the first time in weeks, his lips curved softly. He remembered the little detail how you hated coffee, how you would always wrinkle your nose when the smell drifted too close.
“Would you like to grab some tea?” he asked quietly.
And though you didn’t know why, something in your chest tightened, pulling you towards him.
A/N: I've been working on this one for far too long now. Did I break my own little heart while writing this? Perhaps. Did I still enjoy writing it? Absolutely.
an: this is crap, very cliche like really, my second work so its probably still crappy
summary: (fluff) you and nam-guy are co-workers, behind doors maybe something more, you try to keep it casual, spoiler, you don’t.
Warnings: a creepy guy tries to overstep with the reader, use of y/n, mentions of sex (two times), ooc nam-gyu, bad writing, English is not my first language and it’s my second time doing this
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The bass rattled through the walls of pentagon, making the floor vibrate beneath your boots. You were behind the bar, sliding bottles and wiping down the counter, exhausted from a shift that has started too early and promised no end.
Nam-guy landed against the corner, cigarette dangling from mis lips, eyes half-lidded, like the world had nothing to offer him and somehow, that made him magnetic. Nam-guy had a carless charm that you couldn’t look away from, and you didn’t.
“Hey,” he said, voice low, almost swallowed by the music. “You wanna smoke?”
You raised an eyebrow, hesitant. “Here?”
“Back alley,” he said, exhaling a curl of smoke. “No cops, no boss, just…this,” He held out a joint. “You know the drill.”
You went with him, both of you left the club and headed to the lonely alley, you watches as he pulled the joint to his lips to light it up, after a few hits he passed down to you. The first hit felt like a warmth spreading through your chest, the tension of the day uncoiling. So you took another, looking even more desperate than him.
“Jeez baby, you looked like you needed that,” he left a soft laugh talking the joint from your fingers.
“Yeah…today was really shitty, shift not even over yet.” You moved closer to him as he slid a hand to your waist, pulling you closer. “Here take another,” he whispered, placing the joint between your lips watching as you inhaled from his fingers.
This wasn’t the first time you’d ended up in this situation, smoking with Nam-gyu after being saturated by your job was becoming a routine.
The joint burned low between his fingers, and you weren’t sure if it was the weed of the way he was looking at you that made your pulse skip. His hand stayed warm on your waist.
“This is starting to feel like a routine,” you said, glancing up at him.
He huffed a laugh, smoke curling from his lips as he pulled you closer to him. “This is a routine. You get pissed at work, I bring you outside, we smoke, we…” he let the words trail off, eyes dipping to your lips.
You rolled your eyes, curling your lips into a smirk. “We what?”
His smirk was small but sharp. “You know what.”
instead of answering him, you leaned in, smashing your lips against his, the bitter tang of smoked still on his breath when your lips met. It wasn’t sweet, it was messy, just like you liked it. He slipped his hand down you ass, giving it a hard squeeze, making you moan in his lips, giving his tongue full access to your mouth.
You could feel the way he smiled in between the kiss.
He pulled out first resting his forehead in yours, his hand still squeezing your ass, “let me crash at your apartment tonight.”
You blinked at him “I thought we agreed this was just casual make-outs between shift and nothing else.”
“It is nothing else,” he said quickly, almost defensive. “I just..need somewhere to sleep. My landlord’s kicking me out, and unless I find something cheap fast…” he trailed off, them shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “i know you’re also having trouble with rent, who knows, this could help both of use, split it 50/50”
You stared at him for a beat, trying to see if he was joking. He wasn’t.
“Namg-gyu,” you sighed, “you’re asking me to move in with you after we’ve made out in an ally like…four times.”
He grinned. “Five. And I’m very persuasive.”
You stared at him, trying to fight back a smile, but the way he looked at you made it almost impossible. “I…I don’t know Gyu…”
He let out a heavy sigh, as if he was getting annoyed. “Just…just think about it, okey?”
You nodded with your head, as he leaned for another kiss, but not kissing you yet. “besides, I would also provide good sex to you, I know you would like that.” He said as he laughed.
“Oh god, shut up.” You moved you hands to your face trying to hide the way your cheeks were starting to turn red, you hated how much he made you blush. And he loves seeing you like this, but of curse he wont admit it tho.
Before he could respond, the back door swung open and your boss’s voice sliced through. “Y/N! Nam-gyu! If you’re done sucking each other faces, get your asses back inside. People are waiting on drinks!”
You jumped back slightly, pushing Nam-gyu away. “Coming!” You shouted over your shoulder, ignoring the smug little grin on his face.
Inside, the club swallowed you whole again. Lights flashing, bass pounding, bodies dancing on top of the tables. You slid behind the bar, slipping right back to work in muscle memory, mixing drinks and collecting bills, while Nam-gyu went back to doing his part.
Halfway through purring a gin and tonic, a man leaned on the counter in front of you, his cologne sharp enough to cut through the haze.
“Hey sugar…you single?” He asked, voice loud and loaded with sleaze.
“Busy.” You replied sharply not meeting his gaze, sliding the drink across the counter.
“Come on sweetheart, don’t be like that,” he pressed graving your wrist across the counter, slightly pulling you over him. “We could hace some fun together…ill make it worth your while.” His gaze dropped to your chest and stayed there.
Your stomach dropped. “Not interested.” You said flatly, trying to get away from his grip, but he just grabbed your wrist tighter. He chuckled, slow and ugly. “Bet you say that to everyone, but i´ve seen the way you looked, its like you’re waiting for someone to approach you, I mean look at that dress, I bet you like the attention, don’t you?”
His grip on your wrist was starting to hurt and your patient was running off.
“Let go, you’re hurting me.” You tried to pull away again, but it was worthless.
Before he could answer you, Nam-gyu appeared next to him, “I believe she aid to let go.” His tone was sharp as a blade.
The man straightened, turning toward him, finally letting go of your wrist. “And why do you care?”
Nam-gym jaw flexed, “Because I said so, now back off.”
“Oh,” the guy smirked. “I get it. She’s your bitch,” he looked back at you, like he was waiting for a reaction. “Guess that makes sense, only a slut would fuck—“
The punch landed before he was able to finish. The guy stumble back, crashing into the barstool. Shouts erupted around them, and then they were shoving, fist flying. You darted out form behind the bar, trying to get between them, but Nam-gyu was already on top of him pushing his face over and over, you didn’t know if the blood was coming from his knuckles or the guys face.
“Enough!” Your boss barked, storming over. Graving Nam-gyu by his t-shirt collar, hile a security man grabbed the other man ready to kick him out. “Both of you, out. Before I decide to fire both of you. Im not dealing with this shit tonight, and for the love of god, start controlling your boyfriend.”
You grabbed Nam-gyu´s arm dragging him toward the door. His chest was still heavy, his eyes dark with leftover adrenaline.
“What the fuck was that?! Are you trying to get your self fired?! Or worst, killed!?” You stopped at him once you were outside.
He looked at you like you'd grown two heads. “Oh come on, your seriously mad at me?! The guy was all over you! A simple thanks wouldn’t hurt you know?” He was racing his voice.
“I can handle my self, Gyu!”
“Yeah? Well, it didn’t looked like it, he was eating you up. Practically talking to you like you’re for sale.” His tome was sharp, almost as if he was giving you a lecture.
You let out a sigh, rubbing your forhead, he was right, you knew that, and that pissed you off. “you cant just start swinging punches every time someone pisses you off”
He gave a humorless laugh, blood glinting on his lip. “Sure I can.”
“Ugh,” you muttered, rubbing your temples.
“Come here,” he sighed and pulled you into his arms, hugging you as he rested his chin on your head. “Your not mad at me right?”
“Of cursed I am, dumbass” you said while hiding your face in his neck. You thought about what he said earlier, maybe you would let him say in your apartment, at least just for tonight. That wouldn’t change things, right?
Both of you stayed quiet for a bit. Until he broke the silence. “Im sorry, I - I just couldn’t stand the way he was talking to you…” his voice was almost like a whisper, but still strong enough for you te hear him.
You looked back at him, surprised to see him apologizing, you’ve never seen this side of him. “Wow so you’re actually apologizing?” You laughed as you teased him.
“You know what? fuck you,” he tried to look mean just like he always does, but couldn't fights back the laugh.
“Okey rude.” You planted a small kiss on his lips, “come stay at my apartment tonight” words left your mouth before you could actually proceed what you're saying.
“Wait, for real?” His lips turned into a flirty smirk.
“Just for tonight tho, I also need to clean you up” you tried to sound unbothered, like it wasn’t a big deal. But it was. It really was a big deal.
“Aren't you just perfect,” he kissed you again, a little harder this time, you could taste the blood from his open wound, his young meeting yours almost desperate, he slid one of his hands down to you ass to give it a light squeeze.
“Watch you hands, im still mad a you for getting us kicked out.” You broke the kiss stepping away.
“Boo boring” his hands still on your ass, “so, were going or what? cant wait to meet your bed” he whispered in your ear with that flirty tone.
“Oh shut up, no sex tonight, think about it as a punishment for acting out.” Now fully pulling him away laughing at his face, the same face a toddler makes when his ice creams falls.
“But-“ you interrupted him “no but´s! Let go dumbass, you still have your bike?”
He stepped to your side, his hand on your lower back as he started guiding you to his bike that was parked a few blocks away, he didn’t say anything, he just smile at you as he slid a cigarette. The silence was nice, both of you enjoying it.
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Okey i made this while being bored in class so its probably crap <3
Im thinking of maybe expand in this idea of friends to roommates to lovers with nam-gyu but honestly I don’t know, im still learning how ro write fanfics and im still not very happy with my results. So yeah thats it
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual mentions, sexual fetishes, fluids, unequal relationship, mention of addictions, and more…
Nam-gyu x female reader!
Nam-gyu likes to fuck you when you're asleep, there's not much time he can wait! He just wants to get his orgasm.
From time to time he invites you to the club and you have a quickie between the private and VIP rooms.
He loves to pull your hair when you give him oral, and then give him a facial cumshot on your face!
He doesn't usually moan that much, but you'll hear him mutter a few curses when he's close to cumming.
He doesn't really think about having children, but when they have sex, something about him makes him want to reproduce. Let's assume it's the excitement!
If he ever decides to share you, it will be with Thanos and he will surely be watching you.
He doesn't like anals.
Nam-gyu has hundreds of videos of you, some of which he asked you for while he was working and others while he was fucking you hard on the mattress.
Favorite position? I've already said it, missionary... he always likes to be in control, although sometimes he likes to watch you try to destroy him while you ride him. Even so, he places his hands on your hips. He wants to keep the rhythm.
The best make-up sex you'll have is with him. Only a few apologies after that, but he's so tired and high that he decides to sleep and they let him in again...
You've probably seen him text other girls and ask for pictures too. The vast majority appear as "user unavailable"
He likes to see you beg while he strokes your bud really well and you scream for his cock. He likes to know that you are excited about it.
He wanted to suggest that you take drugs before having sex, but he's afraid you'll reject him. You already have to bear the burden of seeing him do that.
If you'd like to be tagged in the future, let me know!
- pretty sure has insane tongue power since hes a freak like that
- has FAST MOVING hands since i feel like he'd pickpocket people lololol
- bites you to piss you off
- also bites you because the blood turns him on like hes not even ashamed that he gets hard when ur on ur period or like getting a cut near your inner thighs
- does the cut on your inner thighs sorry not sorry ✌️😂
- i feel like he'd have pretty sharp nails, so best believe you WILL end up w8th scratch marks all over your ass and thighs.
- i feel like he'd be into choking, as he's holding both of your legs with one arm—pushing them against your belly, his other hand is wrapped around your neck. Not enough to cut your air but enough to make you dizzy as he eats you out. Prolly has his favorite knife in your ass SORRY NOT SORRY😂✌️👅😳😳😳
- gets confused whenever you're on ur period and like ur saying or thinking shit like "oh u might get disgusted" or something
"baby ta'fuck are ya on??? I've bathed in someone's blood before. Blood from your puss won't make me get disgusted that easily.." he'd snicker, his hands already Tightly wrapped around your thighs as if your legs were a pair of grip strengtheners
BEN
- phonesex is crazy with this man
- deadass ready to tingle and MINGLE👅✌️
- "hey can u come over 😅"
- "HEYY what's the problem snookums?🥺"
- "im ovulating lowk"
- HES ALREADY CRAWLING OUT OF YOUR PHONE SCREEN (in 2 minutes)
- he had to Google search that word up tbh
- the second he's out of your screen he's already on top and giggling, hands fiddling with your shirt
- SHIT EATING GRIN ON HIS FACE AS IF HE JUST WON THE LOTTO..
- messy eater. Slurps you like how he slurps his cup noodles (he's extremely loud lmfao. His excuse is, "but slurping your noodles is a respectful sign in Japanese culture" or wtv smh🙄)
- his tongue shows no mercy. Doesn't like wasting time but probably slows his tongue down inside your walls just to mess with you
- OK OK NOW FOR ACTUAL PHONE SEX.
- when he doesn't have enough time to actually come over he'd be soo embarrassed about it but would send a voice message begging for pictures if he's THAT desperate.
- masturbates to whatever the fuck you send him. As long as its you, he doesn't care.
- cums the second you ACTUALLY send a photo that's gooner worthy like to him ANYTHING is gooner worthy but when you actually send tit pics or body pictures he's already acting likes its his 5th round cumming😂✌️✌️😋😋
- "sss... Send another one.. Oh! Fuck-" he whimpers loudly—hand wrapped around his cock, gaze locked on your tit pics
- heavy breather, prolly does that because he doesn't like it when he's out of breath. It Reminds him of drowning.
TOBY
-Whimpery fucker
- whenever he's feeling obsessive he's whimpery, when he's possessive? A grunter definitely.
- mostly whimpery though, it's either your riding his face or he's waterboarding himself in your pussy like 👅👅👅👅
- huge eye contact guy. Looks up at you, making sure you're looking at him because he wants to let you know that this is all real.
- hes a yearner. if he don't YEARN he won't EARN✌️😂 Thats his politics smh
- definitely a biter. You're moaning your ass off while he's sucking the life out of you, arms wrapped around your waist, hands all over your tits and your legs wrapped around him, he's already planning to bite one of your puffed out lips already.
- tries to take things slow if he feels like it. Definitely not a quickie guy—He'd take his sweet time with your pussy, licking and smothering it with vaccum like energy but the second his slow tongue hits your g spot and you genuinely start crying his name out with tears, something in him clicks.
- a change in demeanor deadass.. Grabs your thigh tightly, flips you around to face down ass up and puts a hand on tol of your head, burying your face and forcing you down on the sheets—tongue ravaging your poor pussy and asshole.
- not a slapper. I've read people writing him to be into spanking but i dont see it?? He'd rather die than hurt his lover.
- your legs are already shaking while he eats you from the back but he's still isn't done yet.
- laughs by accident if he sees your fucked out crying face. He can't help it sorry.
- rough hands. Definitely. They feel so fucking nice on your body since it has texture. His rough fingers hitting your smooth spongy walls oh my god haha im gonna be honest im dripping as im writing this😅😅😅😅
- After all the biting and feasting, he will leave you shaking. The second he lets go of your support to even have your ass up in the air—you're already face flat on the bed shaking.
"shh.. Shh.." he takes you by the waist, your tears dripping to your chest as he proped you on his lap, his arms around your waist, letting you rest your cheek against his shoulder. "it's okay.. Its okay. Funs over,kay? I'll let you have your rest." he kisses the top of your head as he rubbed your back.
Summary: You and Nam-gyu take drugs that he got, he swears they’re the good stuff. They are. What you both dont know: They're laced with an aphrodisiac.
Tags: Drug use, High sex, desperate nam-gyu, protected—> unprotected sex, creampie
Word Count: 3k
A/N: In this they are taking ecstasy/MDMA and yeah i just wanna say, i have never taken any drugs and tried my best at portraying it. Have mercy
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You sit cross-legged on the floor of Nam-gyu’s living room, your back resting against the couch. The low lamp in the corner casts long, uneven shadows across the walls, making the room feel smaller, closer.
“Look what I’ve got.” Nam-gyu steps through the doorway, his voice casual but carrying that edge of excitement you recognize.
You snap your head around—because you already know.
Drugs.
And you’d been looking forward to getting high tonight.
It’s nothing new—you’ve done this plenty, usually with the others too. Thanos, for example. But everyone else bailed, so it’s just you and Nam-gyu tonight. Not a bad thing. Honestly, he’s the reason you come anyway. With him, nights like these always hit different—deep talks, stupid jokes, laughter that carried way too late into the night.
The ‘chill playlist’ hums low in the background, wrapping the room in something warm and easy.
“Trust, this is good shit.” He waves a little bag in front of your face, colorful pills inside it.
“Mhhyeah?” you ask, raising a brow.
“Yeah. Dealer even gave it to me for regular price. We can trust him.” His tone is so matter-of-fact it almost convinces you by itself.
With a quiet “alright,” you shift, making space beside you. He drops down next to you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours.
You watch as he opens the bag, pulling out two pills—one shaped like a heart, the other a skull. Balanced on his palm, they look almost like candy. He holds them out, waiting.
You take the heart. Of course.
“Alright. One… two… three.” He counts. Together, you pop the pills, washing them down with a cup of water.
The bitterness lingers a moment, sharp and chemical, but it’s not nearly as bad as the first time. Back then you’d chewed by mistake and nearly spat it out—until Thanos had clamped a hand over your mouth and Nam-gyu shoved another glass of water at you, both of them laughing at your scrunched-up face.
This time, it’s easier. Clean. Smooth.
Now all that’s left is to wait. Wait for it to kick in.
“You wanna watch something?” Nam-gyu asks, lifting himself up and dropping onto the couch. You do the same, settling in beside him.
“Sure. Why not?”
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At first, nothing feels different. The two of you scroll aimlessly through streaming menus, trading half-hearted suggestions and laughing at dumb movie titles. It’s normal. Familiar.
But somewhere between the opening credits and the second swallow of water, you notice it—the edges of things softening. The glow from the lamp seems warmer, the music in the background weaving itself into the room instead of just playing on top of it.
Your body feels lighter, looser. Like your limbs want to sink into the carpet, into the couch, into the space between you and him.
“You too, huh?” he asks, catching your dilated pupils and the dumb grin tugging at your lips. His pupils are wide too before he looks back at the TV.
Nam-gyu laughs at something on screen, and for some reason it lands harder than it should, his voice curling around you like smoke. When he shifts beside you, his arm brushes yours again, and the tiny spark of contact lingers, spreading outward long after it should’ve faded.
The warmth builds slowly, like a tide creeping higher, until it’s too strong to ignore. Your skin prickles, your shirt suddenly too heavy, clinging where you wish it wouldn’t. Every brush of fabric feels like a spark.
Nam-gyu tugs his sleeves over his hands, laughing softly. “This one feels… smoother, don’t you think?”
You tilt your head, trying to pin down what’s different. He’s right. Usually the rush comes fast and hard, buzzing in your chest, but this—this feels slower. Warmer. Like heat pooling in your stomach and spreading outward in waves. Not just the usual rush, but a heavy warmth that clings to your skin, leaving you flushed and restless.
“Yeah,” you murmur. “It’s not hitting as wild. More like… creeping in.”
“Dealer said it was good shit,” he shrugs, leaning back against the couch. “Guess he wasn’t lying.”
The two of you share a grin, and for some reason it lingers a beat too long. Neither of you thinks much of it. Just the high settling in. Just the room shrinking a little closer around you.
Your body feels overheated, like the air is thicker than it should be. You tug at your shirt for a little space, but the fabric sticks to your skin, holding the warmth in. The more you notice it, the harder it is to ignore.
Your body buzzes as if it doesn’t belong entirely to you anymore, every nerve alert and alive. You realize suddenly that he’s closer than before, knees brushing yours where you sit on the couch. The contact is small, almost nothing—yet it lands electric, sparking another wave of warmth through you.
You open your mouth to speak, but the words catch, useless. The air between you feels fragile, stretched tight, like one more glance, one more touch, might be enough to break it.
And when you finally look at him, his pupils are wide and dark, reflecting back the same restless energy humming under your skin.
The heat is impossible to ignore now. You shift against the couch, tugging at your shirt again as if that’ll help. You reached for the remote and pause the movie. “Fuck, do you also feel so warm?” you ask, your voice quieter than you mean it to be.
Nam-gyu exhales a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Way too warm. I’ve got something cold in the fridge.”
“I’ll get it.” You say, pushing yourself to your feet, the room tilting slightly as you stand. He watches as you pad across the living room, the shadows stretching long around you. You don’t notice the way his gaze lingers—following each step, tracing the easy sway of your body. Your ass looks so tight in these jeans.
When you are out of the room, he reaches down to his pants, shifting uncomfortably. He knows now. The pills are laced with some kind of aphrodisiac. It was only a matter of time before you would start noticing too, either because of yourself getting horny or because you notice his boner.
By the time you come back, his jaw is tight, his pulse loud in his ears. The buzz in his veins coils low, restless, until sitting still feels impossible.
You noticed how he sits at the edge of the couch now, leaning forward. One arm reaches for the sprite in your hand, the other one leaning on his lap, hiding the side effect of the pill.
You frown shortly before sitting down next to him. Opening your sprite and chugging half of it down in one go.
“Yeah, this is better.” You say, because it was. But not for long. The heat still lingers in your lower stomach, and as you lean back, you notice it. How his arms look more muscular tonight. How his features catch the light of the lamp. How his hair sticks to his forehead.
You shift, crossing your legs. You don’t do it on purpose, but you press your thighs together. And when you close your eyes suddenly there's a flash of him in your head. Groaning while throwing his head back. You gasp, trying to muffle it as best as possible, but he hears.
“Huh?” He sigh-asks, turning around, eyebrows slightly knit together, to see what's wrong. That only makes another image of him on top of you flash through your mind.
“Uh—Nothing.” You say quickly, waving your hands in front of your face. He is too close yet too far away. You can feel the heat of his body reaching to you. Then you think again, notice how he breathes heavily and looks at you like he’s… feeling it too! He is feeling it too. It’s the drug. Must’ve been laced.
The realization that you and he feel the same and you know hits you both at the same time, eyes wide as you stare at each other. The heat, the restless energy, the sudden rush of attraction—it all clicks into place.
Nam-gyu's gaze rakes over your body, pupils blown wide and dark with desire. You can see the bulge straining against his jeans, and it sends a jolt of lust straight to your core. Your skin feels too tight, too hot, like you might combust from the intensity of it all.
"You feel it too, don't you?" Nam-gyu growls, voice low and rough.
You can only nod, breath coming in short gasps. Your thighs clench together, seeking friction, and Nam-gyu's eyes track the movement, burning with hunger.
They dart back to yours, and it's clear what you both want. Each other.
He leans back against the couch; your shoulders brush.
Then he moves. Crashing his lips down on yours. Your arms find their way around his neck, pulling him closer. His are flashing over every part of you—your waist, your shoulders, your hips, your thighs. Like he’s trying to make sure this is real and not a hallucination caused by the pills.
You shift, slightly pushing him; he gets what you want, pulls you onto his lap, hugging your waist with one arm to pull you closer. The other hand gropes your ass.
Then he breaks the kiss, and his mouth is everywhere—urgent, rough, desperate. Sucking at your neck. He’s kissing like he’s starved. The laced high makes every brush of his lips feel molten, every drag of his hands across your skin unbearable in the best way.
You gasp against his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck… it’s—”
“—too much,” he growls, cutting you off with another bruising kiss. “I know.”
Your bodies crash together in frantic rhythm, clothes tugged, shoved, discarded like they’re burning. His shirt is the first to go, falling forgotten to the floor, then yours follows, leaving you in the heat of bare skin pressed tight. You pull your jeans down too. He groans at the sight of you, voice thick with hunger. Then you're back on his lap.
“God, you’re—” He can’t even finish the thought. His mouth takes your throat instead, biting lightly, sucking until you’re gasping and arching beneath him.
You grind up against his thigh without meaning to, the friction dizzying, and his hands clamp onto your hips like he’ll tear through them. “Fuck, keep doing that,” he hisses, voice ragged, need leaking through every word.
The high sharpens everything—his lips hot and wet, his skin slick with sweat, your nerves lit like live wires. You reach for his belt without breaking the kiss. He moans into your mouth at the touch. Both of you trembling with impatience.
He can feel you struggling to open it and smiles into the kiss before doing it himself.
“You have condoms?” You ask breathlessly when he breaks the kiss to shove down his jeans. "Yeah, bedroom, nightstand , top drawer."
You rush there and grab them, almost tripping. When you come back, his pants are off, but his boxers are still on. You drink in the sight of him, mouth watering at the expanse of tanned skin and hard muscles.
"Come here," he growls, crooking a finger at you. You do. Kneeling down in front of him. Tossing the condoms aside for now.
Your hands are slowly sliding up his thigh, his muscles tensing under your fingertips, until you reach his crotch. His dick twitches inside his boxers before you even touch it.
You search his eyes before you palm him through them.
Nam-gyu lets out a shaky breath. “Fuck…” He bites his lip. His hands come up to his face, wiping some hair from his face.
You free his cock, and it springs against his stomach, then you take it into your hand. The tip is already crowned with a pearl of pre-cum. Your thumb rubs it across the head.
Nam-gyu’s head falls back with his arms over his eyes shortly, but he looks back quickly as he feels your tongue make contact with his dick for the first time.
It swirls around the tip, letting you taste his salty pre-cum, while one hand strokes him and the other rests on his thigh. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, making his dick crash against your lips and teeth. You chuckle at that.
“Sorry,” he laughs quietly.
“Don’t worry, I won’t torture you for any longer.” You say, then take him into your mouth. A choked-up groan escapes his throat.
First your mouth is wrapped only around his tip, continuing to stroke what wasn't inside yet. Then you start bobbing your head up and down, taking him deeper into your mouth each time.
His hands come to grab your head, tangling in your hair. Again, his hips jerk up into your mouth, now. It hits the back of your throat, and you choke on it.
“Oh—sor—” He tries to apologize but is cut off by his moan when you slam your head down on his dick.
Your hand comes to his balls, massaging them while continuing to suck him off. Your mouth leaves his dick with a wet pop. You stroke it instead, holding it beside your head and looking up at him.
“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty like this.” He murmurs, stroking through your hair.
You lick his dick from the base to the tip and then suck him again. Moving your head up and down while hollowing your cheeks out. You don't care when you choke on him, which you do every time his tip meets the back of your throat. It only makes your core ache more.
You feel him twitch inside your mouth, and his hands suddenly grab your head. “Fuck—baby—wait—” he stammers and pulls you off his cock.
“Was about to cum…” he pauses. “But I still wanna fuck you.”
You grin, standing up and grabbing the condoms, taking one out and struggling to fit it on his dick. He helps you as he sees it, the effects of the pills still present.
When it's on, you go to sit on his lap again, positioning him at your entrance. You both look into each other's eyes, searching for any kind of hesitation, but there was none.
Then—he finally pushes inside you. It’s rough, sudden, and your cry tears through the silence. The stretch is overwhelming, but the pleasure slams through you just as fast, blurring into the drug’s fever until you’re clutching at him, pulling him deeper.
“Shit—” he groans against your neck, voice shaking. “You feel… fuck, you feel insane.”
He catches your mouth in a slow, passionate kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth with ease. You start moving slowly, lifting your hips just enough to keep him still inside you, then sink down again.
He shifts, and also starts moving himself. When he breaks the kiss, his mouth wanders to your neck, and he presses muffled moans into it.
You gasp into the air at the way he is fucking into you and sucking at your neck.
He sets a fast pace at first, hips snapping hard against yours, both of you chasing the high, the heat, the release. The couch creaks beneath you, your nails scrape his back, and the sound of your breathless moans mixes with his low curses. It’s messy, desperate, animalistic.
But then, between thrusts, something shifts. He slows just enough to look at you—really look. His forehead presses to yours, sweat dripping between you, eyes dark and glassy but focused only on you.
“This isn’t just the shit talking,” he pants, voice low and raw. “It’s you. Fuck—you.”
Your chest tightens even through the haze, and you kiss him like an answer—slower, deeper, almost tender.
You pull him out of you and reach down. He breaks the kiss and looks where your hands are.
“What are you...” he asks, confused, but his eyes widen knowingly when you pull at the condom. “Are… you sure?” He asks.
“Yes.” You breathe out. “As you said, this isn't just the shit talking.” The condom is now discharged on the ground somewhere, and you position him again, then slam down on him.
The urgency doesn’t vanish; if anything, it’s more present. But still it softens around the edges, the roughness balanced with sudden sweetness. His thrusts grind instead of slam, rolling deeper, pulling moans from your throat that sound more like confessions.
You cling to him like you’ll break without him, and maybe you would. His lips crash back to yours, swallowing your cries as you both spiral higher, the high and the heat merging into something blinding.
As you continue the motion, you start to feel the heat becoming more intense. With every sound he makes, you clench harder around him, and he feels it too.
“Mhhh you close?” He asks breathlessly, but he already knows the answer.
You nod, pressing your eyes close. He only fastens his pace, also chasing the other kind of high. It's like you were meant to be like this; you understand what the other one wants without even opening your mouth.
It’s like telepathy.
You feel yourself getting closer and closer, the heat overwhelming you.
When release finally rips through you, it’s violent and consuming, your whole body shuddering on top of him. Nam-gyu groans loud and broken, clutching you like he’s falling with you, pulsing deep inside as he loses control.
Everything dissolves for a moment—sweat, smoke, the sound of your racing hearts.
He pulls out, his cum dripping out of you.
When the world steadies, you’re sprawled together on the wreck of the couch, chests heaving, limbs tangled, his forehead still resting against yours. Neither of you speaks at first. Words feel too fragile, too small for what just burned through the room.
Finally, Nam-gyu mutters, voice hoarse but almost soft, “Guess the good stuff works.”
You laugh weakly, still breathless, brushing sweaty hair from your face. “Yeah… but don’t think I’m blaming it all on the pills.”
His smirk returns, but it’s slower this time, touched with something real. He presses a lazy kiss to your lips, like a promise.
“Good,” he whispers. “Because neither am I.”
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Hope you liked it and that i could portray everything right
PLEASE namgyu smut where during sex u get a nosebleed and he finds it the hottest thing ever and it riles him up even more but he starts humiliating u for it. ACTUALLY ANYTHING JUST MEAN NAMGYU PERIOD. if u can. thank u. I love ur writing sm and ive never requested anything but this specific thought does not wanna leave my head so im taking my chance 🙏🙏
Blood and Sweat
Oh this has me creaming thinking about it…anon you fucking genius
Warnings: smut (18+) , blood play , reader gets a bloody nose while they fuck , like seriously…blood play , rough sex , mating press , squirting , mean namgyu , name calling , dom! Nam-gyu, blood , like guys…i mean it…he’s smearing ts around , READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!
Two things. You knew two things.
One. You got nosebleeds.
Weird things they were, they happened randomly and more often than you’d care for. It wasn’t normally an issue either! You could feel them coming on, like a dreaded sneeze.
You, more often than not, knew when the nosebleeds would happen- preparing accordingly and catching it with your hand before the crimson liquid dropped to your shirt or the floor while you scrambled for tissue.
Two. Your boyfriend, under all his apathetic exterior that he puts up, was a depraved, little freak in bed.
Nam-Gyu was a wild card truly- when you first talked up the awkward club promoter a year or so ago you did not think you’d be the one in tears from overstimulation. But the second you got his ass in your bed- that man had you in positions you couldn’t even think of and made you cum so many times it hurt.
Now dating him, you’re more than aware of that! You love that about him! As much porn as he watches he picks up new lewd things to try with you and you more than happily agree. Your sex life was full of surprises that kept things interesting.
But two things you absolutely did not know was that one) your sick freak of a boyfriend had a thing for blood and two) you’d have a nose bleed now, while you’re getting fucked so stupid you can’t see straight.
Thighs burning and pushed so far into your own body that your knees are nearly touching your ears, you’re laid out on the bed taking every punishing thrust Nam-Gyu gives you.
All you can hear is the downright nasty mix of your moans, the sloppy sounds of your pussy anytime his cock pummels its way to your cervix, and the filthy words Nam-Gyu is growling from over you.
Silver chain dangling off his neck and in your face like some hypnotizing pendulum, every thrust swinging it in your face like some mocking target that you could never catch.
“Y-yeahhh, you hear that- fuck you’re so tight” Nam-Gyu’s words are hardly words at this point, he’s speaking through clenched teeth, canines barred like some rabid dog. He can’t even get out what he wants to say, your pussy is clenching down on him so hard his mind is a puddle of goo.
“Takin’ me so fuckin well…” He huffs, sitting back on his haunches and pulling your hips up, “makin such a mess, creaming all ‘round me….”
It’s said in a low, mocking drawl- like you should be ashamed of how much you’re leaking around him.
With the new position, your hips propped up from the bed and legs hooked around his hips- every drag of his cock is angled exactly towards you g-spot.
Large ringed hands are splaying themselves across your thighs and trailing upwards- groping at every inch of flesh he can, “So fuckin pretty.”
It’s a snarl, a low drawn out rumble from his chest, like he’s mad at how cute you look under him- so small underneath him- body marked by blooming hickies and bites like an avant-garde painting that is only for him to view.
Two hands roughly grab at your tits, nails biting into the flesh and using the fat to drive you down his fat cock with every thrust.
“let me fuckin’ cum allll over you….” His hands release your tits and come to cradle your neck, fingers pulling at the hairs at your nape, angling your chin down to force you to look at the mess of multiple loads of his cum that paint your body.
“…and in you…” Nam-Gyu punctuates his words with an evil thrust that makes the past feel loads of his cum bubble out of your puffy cunt and around his cock.
Wanton, downright wrecked moans are forced from you as your boyfriend locks your head in place and makes you watch how he drags his fat cock in and out of your poor hole.
“And you just take it- fuuuckkkk-“ Nam-Gyu pants, eyes rolling into the back of his head when he feels your gooey walls pulse around him, violently in sporadic clenches a telltale sign of your overstimulation.
“M-mmhmmmm- fuck!! Nam-Gyu pleaseeee”
You’re mindless at this point, you’re not even sure what you’re begging for at this point, you’ve already cum over and over, you’re sure it happens again it might hurt.
“Ohhhhh ‘s riighhhtt…” Nam-Gyu leans over you, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours, hips slowing to a devious roll, “mmmm, sweet fuckin’ girl…fucked you mindless have I?”
When he chuckles, his breath fans your face, his lips ghosting over your skin. You can only nod, your hips moving in jerky motions to try and get him to move faster once more.
Nam-Gyu has every intention of switching things up and fucking you nice n’ slow, maybe coddling your cute face in his hands and rocking his cock right into your g-spot until those pretty tears well in your eyes. Maybe even pampering you with sweet words that are a little too out of character for him- making your head spin.
He wants to. But, when he pulls back the slightest bit to look down at you and how he has your head pinned to your chest to make you look at where he sinks into your puffy cunt, he’s met with a sights that has him short circuiting.
Your eyes are wide, eyebrows upturned, pupils blown oh-so big, your mouth parted into a pretty ‘o’….and a thick trail of crimson is beginning to drip from your left nostril and dribble down onto your chest in thick droplets.
He just stares down at you, his eyes going as wide as yours, hips completely stalling. It should make him feel some type of way- upset, worried maybe even disgusted. But it doesn’t. Not in the slightest.
He’s not disgusted by the bloody nose, oh no, he’s disgusted by the fact the sight of it makes his cock pulse violently and his balls draw tight to his body.
Nam-Gyu nearly fucking cums.
“F-fuckkkk” your high pitched whines bring him back to earth, “W-why’d you stopppp.” You plead, looking up at him as you swivel your hips down onto his cock, trying to get him to move once more.
“Y-you’re-“ he tries to get out something like ‘you’re bleeding’ but it dies into a pathetic choked sound.
Too fucked out to even notice the thick red trail dripping down your lips and chin, you’re cutting him off with a creaky, desperate wail. You just need Nam-Gyu to move, you need to cum again.
“Wanna cum- Nam-Gyu pleaseee!!”
Your hands claw at his forearms, trying to use the tattooed skin as leverage to fuck yourself down on him.
Then it clicks with him.
You don’t realize.
You’re too cock drunk to even realize your nose is bleeding all over your flushed body- you’re still just begging for whatever he gives you like a bitch in heat.
It’s quick, his arms shift, one hand is fisting itself into your hair and yanking your head back and the other is planting itself on your hip, fingers digging into the fat.
“You’re fucking bleeding.” It’s hissed through clenched teeth, like he’s trying to hold himself back. For some, deeply depraved reason, the sight of you covered in your own blood is making Nam-Gyu downright ravenous.
You still don’t register what he’s saying fully, you’re still trying to fuck yourself down on his cock. “F-fucking quit that- you’re- fucking bitch- your nose is bleeding.”
You feel the sting of metal on your cheek before you even realize the cool liquid trickling out your nose.
One hand still fisting your hair into a tangled mess, the other is grabbing at your face, squishing your cheeks and forcing your eyes away from where his cock splits your poor cunt open.
“A-ahhhh- huh?” You blink up at him, once…. twice. Then it hits you.
You finally feel the warmth of the blood that trickles out of your nose. Hell, now that you’re not mindlessly trying to chase your sixth orgasm of the night- you can taste it. You lift one hand up and touch it to your face, as if that was going to tell you anything different. When your finger taps against the warm, thick liquid you knew too well….your brain short circuits. He was right. You were bleeding.
“O-ohhh fucking- shit- I’m sorry- I-“ you babble, head thrashing side to side as you try to look for a towel or a tissue only to find absolutely none at the bedside, “god dammit- fuck hold on I’ll-“
You go to get up. You can only think about how Nam-Gyu is probably more than turned off. Bloody nose during bed? Yeah, really fucking smooth.
It’s awkward with how you’re pinned into the meanest mating press known to man with Nam-Gyu’s cock still inside you. You can’t even move much, all you do is helplessly wiggle under him.
“Nam-Gyu I-I gotta- hnghhh fuck- gotta get up. Bleed on-on tha’ sheets.” You babble helplessly, hiccuping through words as every little movement you make drives his cock deeper into your gooey pussy.
A harsh tug has you looking back to him, “you fine?”
You look to him, blinking like a deer in headlights. Your nose still bleeding, dripping down your mouth and to your chest, you don’t know exactly how to answer that. Oh! And his dick is still so deep in you, pressed snug against your cervix.
Nam-Gyu’s fist tightens in your hair, a short yank that commands you to focus, “You good? You lightheaded? Hurting?” His words are terse, sharp and to the point- almost like he’s dumbing down his questions like he needs you to answer them
You dumbly shake your head, only making more blood gush out of your nose, “I didn’t even- fuck- didn’t realize”
“Good.”
Nam-Gyu shifts, a slow, deliberate roll of his hips that drags his fat cock in and out of your puffy cunt, making you feel every single inch. You can hear how wet you are, the squelch of your pussy mocks you with every movement he makes.
“Oh shittttt-“ you hiccup, your eyes leaving his in favor to watch how his cock splits you open.
The second he hears you moan- no longer focused on your nose bleed- the one he had to point out anyway, Nam-Gyu snaps.
He’s pushing himself forward, his own legs being the weight that keeps your thighs pinned to your body. Driving his cock impossibly deeper, his hand in your hair releases you to fall bonelessly back to the pillow.
“Fucking knew it….” Nam-Gyu growls, “nasty fuckin bitch…” his grin widens, pupils blown so wide you can’t even see the dark pools of brown you know so well, “you’re so dirty- letting me fuck you while you’re all bloody.”
His hand is on you quickly, pinching your cheeks together and causing the red to smear across your lips and face, “dick so good it gave you a nose bleed? How fuckin’ pathetic is that??”
He says it like he’s disgusted, but the way his hips snap into yours with such force that it slams the headboard intro the wall, it’s far from disgust he’s feeling.
You can’t help but to fall into a helpless puddle under him, cock pounding into your g-spot over and over and over. You can hear the Schlick! Schlick! Schlick! of the frothy mixture of your cum and his leak out of your swollen pussy and bubble into sticky strings that keep you connected to your ravenous boyfriend.
You nod, head bobbing up and down while his fingernails bite into your flesh, “It- oh god- felt so good- fuck you’re so deep!!!”
Toes curling, Nam-Gyu delivers filthy strokes that has your messy pussy creaming ‘round him. He scoffs, leaning in close- breath fanning over your face and creating a suffocating atmosphere that just makes your back bow harder off the bed.
“Yeahhhh I know it…” he coos, nose running along your jaw. You feel like a deer about to be slaughtered by a fox- a little animal of prey that found herself wounded and bleeding in front of a blood hungry preadator. “gonna fuckin destroy you.”
Licking a fat stripe up your cheek, right near the corner of your mouth- right over where you know there’s a mess of blood covering your face, Nam-Gyu thinks he’s in heaven.
You jolt against him when you feel his fingers pet at your swollen clit, tapping at the sensitive bud and laughing at how you desperately claw at his back.
“How fuckin’ depraved you gotta be? Bleeding all over yourself n’ not noticing. Greedy fucking thing ‘s too focused on cumming.” With the way his eyes are focused on the bloody fingerprints he’s left all around your pussy- you know he’s not taking to you.
It’s weird. He is with it enough to admit that much, but fuck it makes his cock ache.
“Fucked so dumb, little whore’s jus’ bleedin everywhere…” he huffs, straightening himself back out to get a real good look at you, “yeahhhhh you are, mindless lil’ fuck toy…god just look at you~~”
Your vision is shrouded by a large hand placing itself over your eyes for only a split second before rubbing it over the expanse of your face, smearing the blood that has slowed to a minuscule dribble.
“Thatsssss more like it…” even while running his filthy mouth and playing with your blood like a rabid animal, Nam-Gyu does not stop his thrusts. With each meticulous snap of his hips, his thick cock bullying its way through your walls like a map he has committed to memory
“Loook at youuu- so messy.” Nam-Gyu hisses, “look like such a wore like this- all fuckin’ mine.”
You whine, more than embarrassed at having your own blood smeared across your face and body while you’re getting split open on Nam-Gyu’s cock.
“Awh what??” Nam-Gyu scoffs, bloody fingers pressing against your lips and forcing their way into your mouth, “Princess can’t take it? You were the one who was sooooo fuckin’ cock drunk you didn’t wan’ me to stop.”
“Nam-Gyuuu~ hnnggg- fuck- it’s so much.”
And it is, the way he has you practically folded in on yourself, his cock pistoning in and out of your cunt- raw and depraved. His hair hangs over the sides of his face and shrouds you like curtains, forcing you to focus either on him or where he drive his cock in and out of your cunt.
Tears have begun to well in your eyes, creating that hazy, fucked out mist that Nam-Gyu loves to see.
Releasing your cheeks with a shove, you fall back into the pillows breathless, “oh no, no, no……” his hand trails down your neck, fingers playing in the trail of red and dragging it down your skin like some taboo finger painting, “‘s not enough…”
Eyebrows upturning, he’s pouting at you, hand smearing warm crimson all over your tits, “You were just whinin’ a bit ago…”. He’s not even looking at you, Nam-Gyu is positively transfixed by the view of you bloody and helpless underneath him- stuffed so full of his cock that you let him fuck you through a nose bleed.
“Wanna cum! Nam-Gyu pleaseeee.”
He’s mocking you, grinning down at you like a Cheshire Cat. Anytime his fingers trail more blood around your body, the tighter his balls feel, “you haven’t cum yet.”
He tilts his head, “and I’d be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t give you what I want…” it’s practically a purr. Stomach clenching, he’s hunching over you again.
Nam-Gyu seems to have found the best angle- perfecting this monstrosity of a masterpiece that is a mixture of your blood and sweat.
Both hands end up cradling your face, metal of his rings biting into your cheeks. His thumbs circle around your blood stained face, an oddly comforting feeling given the circumstances.
Placing a messy kiss right above your lip, where most of the blood from your nose bleed has collected, Nam-Gyu is chuckling, “orrrrr~~” he drawls out in a sickly sweet sing-song tone, shaking your head back and forth between his hands in time with his mean thrusts.
“Can ya’ suddenly not take dick properly? Huh?” He scoffs, “this isn’t shit compared to what I’ve done to you before, sweetheart, c’mon…” as if to make more of a point he’s drawing his cock allll the way out of you until just the fat tip rests inside your quivering entrance and snapping his hips forward, sinking balls deep into you in one sticky, sloppy thrust.
Forehead pressed against yours, he’s so close the view of him is blurry and is not helped by the way your eyes cross when he’s so deep you can swear you feel him in your throat.
Your response of babbled whines and cries seem to not be enough of an answer for your boyfriend. He’s dropping most of his weight on you, chest smooshed against yours and coating himself in even more of your blood.
“I’ll pull out right now.” He threatens, “pretty girl can’t fuckin take some dick, we’ll just get you cleaned up and put you to bed like the baby you’re being.”
“N-no! F-Fuck, please!” Your ankles are locking around his lower back, heels pressing into his ass and keeping Nam-Gyu deep inside you, “I can- I can take it!” You hiccup, hips swiveling, grinding your clit against his pelvis, “I-I swear! Wanna cum so bad!! Wan-wanna make you cum!”
Nam-Gyu lets out a guttural sound, a mix between a moan and a grunt at your words. That’s all he needs. Well, all he can take, really. He never would have thought that you having one of your little nose bleeds while he was fucking you would be the hottest thing he’s ever seen- but it is.
And he’s been embarrassingly close to cumming since he saw the first trickle of red drop out of your nose and down to the swell of your tits.
Using all his remaining stamina, he’s jackhammering his hips into yours so hard your ass is stinging. Your messy cunt creams around him, just making the glide of his fat cock in and out of your tight little hole so much better.
He’s placing opened mouthed kisses all over your face, lathering his tongue in the blood that he’s smeared around your face- a metallic bitter taste that’s so primal, so you.
Every thrust he delivers moves your bodies together and expands the mess Nam-Gyu has already created.
“I’m- oh right thereeeee!!” Your back bows and you’re seeing stars, the fat crowned head of his cock is angled so deliciously that it drags along your g-spot and presses against your cervix with every thrust.
“Mhmmmm, seeeee…” your boyfriend huffs, cheek nuzzling against yours like some cat marking his territory, “you can take it…fuckin’ pussy was made for me, huh?”
Your nails take down his back, breaking open skin and leaving trails of red that bloom in their wake.
“yesyesyesyesssss!!!” You cry, your impending orgasm building up to a finish so big you think you might actually pass out. You’re so wet, so messy, just letting Nam-Gyu use you however he sees fit. And he knows your body like the back of his own hand, he needs no direction he knows exactly what you need.
“Fuck, there you go- squeezing me so tight- gonna fuckin’ cum, yeah? Can fuckin’ feel it….” Forehead pressed against yours, Nam-Gyu presses sloppy kisses to your bloodied lips once more between his words.
His voice, rough and gravely against your face is the thing that sends you over the edge. Your eyes are fluttering shut and rolling so far back it nearly hurts. Any moan that you wanna get out is turned into a silent squeal as you clench like a vice around Nam-Gyu’s cock and cum. Violently.
Your whole body reacts, locking up and clinging to him like a life line. He doesn’t let up, Nam-Gyu fucks you through it, thrust after devious thrust- never slowing the onslaught of his cock into your pussy.
You can hear it. Your cum gushes out of you and around his cock, the force of it so much that it pushes Nam-Gyu’s cock out of your cunt.
Nam-Gyu doesn’t miss a beat, he’s sitting back up straight and his palm is pressing down on your lower stomach, thumb flicking over your clit in maddening side to side motions, spraying your orgasm everywhere.
His other hand fists his cock, wet sounds coming from his fist as he fucks it like it was your tight cunt. He did wanna cum in you- truly nothing could beat the feeling of cumming deep in your sopping cunt- but the idea of seeing you covered in your own blood and a fresh layer of his cum keeps him right where he is.
“That’s it, fuckin give it meeeee~~” Nam-Gyu hisses out, thumb flicking against your clit and making spurts of your cum continually gush despite the way your twitch and writhe in overstimulation, “gonna make a fuckin mess- gonna make me bust so fucking hard- prettiest damn slut, all fuckin’ mine.”
Not even able to finish one sentence before he babbles out another, Nam-Gyu fists his cock over your jolting body. You can see the way his stomach clenches and balls tighten up into his taint.
Head tipping back to the ceiling, Nam-Gyu is groaning out another choked string of expletives and cumming.
It’s so much it’s audible.
Multiple thick, white ropes jet out from the flushed tip, falling in warm trails across your skin and mixing with the dried blood that covers your body. Every new drop that comes in contact with your body just makes you whine and writhe.
Breathless, Nam-Gyu releases his cock with a shiver. It falls to your stomach with a hefty plap!
“I- wow- holy fuck…” he looks down at you, almost in disbelief that what just happened, happened. But the beautifully taboo image of you underneath him covered in your own blood and his cum is enough evidence to make him realize it’s a reality.
You giggle hoarsely, “Who would have thought you’d be so nasty…into me getting a bloody nose while we’re fucking.” You tease, sticking out your tongue for extra measure.
“You were the one who went along with it- don’t act like your pussy wasn’t clenchin’ around me when I was making a mess of you.”
Turning to the side, avoiding eye contact with a flushed face tells Nam-Gyu he’s made a point that’s correct. He laughs, hands running up and down your sides in a manner so soft it nearly tickles.
Looking over you once more, he looks to the sheets below you- not only are they covered in cum but it’s smeared with streaks of blood from the debauchery that just occurred.
“Fuck…I guess we have to throw out these sheets…” Nam-Gyu says bashfully, softening cock resting between your thighs, right in the puddle of his cum that pools over your pussy.
“N-nah…I can get it out. Bloods not hard to get out.”
Nam-Gyu’s eyes snap up to yours, eyebrows knitted together in a baffled, confused expression- like you’re some serial killer he should be worried about.
“And you know this wh-“
You cut him off with a loud laugh, “the fuck are you thinking?!” You say through giggles, “I’m not some serial killer…my fucking period. I’ve bled on more articles of clothing and sets of sheets than I can count.” You heave, trying to catch your breath, “i know how to get blood out because of that.”
Nam-Gyu is soon laughing along with you, feeling a lil’ stupid having not put two and two together immediately- but, the way you’re laughing, still covered in a mess of blood, tears, and cum- it has him forgetting about any stupid thing he’s said. You’re so fucking pretty.
Arms sliding under your sweaty body, he’s pulling you back into him and heaving you off the bed, “c’mon.” He grunts, your legs locking back around his waist instantly as he carries you to the bathroom, “we gotta get you cleaned up before I’m fucking you until im shooting blanks.”
I LOVED ONE LAST TIME!!! can we please get a thanos fic where him and the reader take the pills together?
BATHROOM & PILLS
THANOS/SU-BONG X FEMALE READER
summary: you and thanos connect by taking a small detour to the bathroom when the lights are out. just innocent talking leads to something more and helps you relieve some stress.
WARNINGS: swearing, drugs, slight smut, thanos being himself.
A/N: sorry this took so long! i started writing this part offline and i kept disappearing, so i had to rewrite it so many times. i did my best. hope you all like it :)
it was hard to ignore su-bong. he was everywhere and anywhere. he stuck out easily in a crowd, purple hair and his tall frame already familiar to you. su-bong had some kind of superpower that always made you look for him in a room full of people. even before you were introduced to him, you would always spot him, unconsciously remembering where he was or what he was doing. su-bong had a charm that was hard to ignore in a room full of boring people.
it didn’t take long for su-bong to notice you either. he was immediately all over you, blabbing flirty comments your way. you knew what su-bong was clearly trying to do, but somehow you still fell for his irresistible charms. you tried to play it cool, giving him the cold shoulder or acting like you didn’t care, but at the end of the day, he was the only person you were thinking about.
things lead to another and that’s how you ended up stuck in bathroom stall with su-bong. at first, the two of you just talked, a normal conversation about life and a lot about his rapper career. it was easy to talk with su-bong, he always had something to say. the conversation flew, but the deep feeling of dread still remained in your stomach. you were stuck here, a place where you had to survive. if you didn’t, you would die.
you were scared, maybe even terrified.your eyes moved to the cross around his neck. you knew he had drugs in them, some heavy pills that worked almost immediately. you weren’t usually very interested in drugs, you stayed away from them. but now, they seemed so appealing. you wanted to get rid of this feeling, the emotions that wore you down. your anxiety would only make this whole thing worse. why would you pass an offer to get rid of it?
“can i have one?” you asked, not even specifying what you wanted. he knew immediately, hands moving down to the cross. he slid closer to you, opening up to necklace to show you the various colors of pills. your finger moved to reach for one, but su-bong moved the cross away from you.
“you sure? this shit is fucking crazy.” he expressed, emphasizing the part of it being crazy. you didn’t care how crazy it was, you needed something to ease your stress, the pain of emotions that were swirling through you. it was easy to see how nervous you were, hands shaking and flinches at sudden movements. su-bong could tell you were struggling, and that said a lot.you eyed the necklace for a moment, thinking over your choice. die with anxiety or die happy? the latter seemed like a better choice.
your eyes moved up to su-bong’s intense brown orbs, nodding your head. he didn’t react immediately, just stared into your eyes, almost like he was thinking deeply about something. he let out a huff as he was brought back to life, his normal enthusiasm shining in his eyes again. he shifted closer to you, opening and reaching the cross over to you.
some of the pills were different colors. blue, yellow and red. you tried to think which seemed the most appealing to you. it was clear they all had the same effect, but you wanted to pick a suitable one for yourself. the red ones screamed death to you, almost like a warning not to take them. the yellow reminded you of the sun or the hot beach sand that burned your feet in the summer. blue reminded you of the tracksuits you were wearing and the overall color of this place. then it had to be blue. this pill was going to guide you through the games, giving you enough of a boost to help you stay alive. hopefully.
you took the blue pill, popping it into your mouth. it didn’t have any specific taste as you chewed it, but the sensation of it in your mouth was definitely not very pleasant. soon the pill dissolved in your mouth, a layer of its contents still on your tongue. su-bong’s eyes stayed on you, gauging your reaction to the drug. you weren’t sure if he was worried or just interested, all that mattered to you was that he was here.
“how is it? you feel good?” he asked, curiosity evident in his voice. your body almost immediately relaxed, a sigh escaping your mouth. it felt better already. the stress you had experienced before was slowly easing into nothingness. your head fell to su-bong’s shoulder, hands moving around his arm. he felt so soft, so warm. he didn’t feel this soft before.
“you know, thanos is so stupid. i like your real name better. su-bong. su-bong. su-bong. su-bong…” you muttered out, body feeling completely limp against his. su-bong chuckled, wrapping an arm around your back. you heard the click of the cross opening, eyes moving to see what he was doing. su-bong picked up a blue pill too, quickly throwing it into his mouth.
after a moment in silence, su-bong shook his head, his alive eyes moving to see you. his leg started shaking, like he wanted to jump around the place. you on the other hand just felt fuzzy on the inside, a warm feeling flowing through your body. su-bong pushed himself up from the ground, pulling you with him. you didn’t complain, his hand was still around you. his head snapped over to you, eyes trailing your body. “can i show you how much your name means to me?”
su-bong turned his body towards you, his hands finding your hips. your eyes lazily moved over his body before up to his eyes. he hungrily stared back at you, fingers tightening around you. “fine. but don’t make too much noise.”
his hands instantly started roaming your body, lips crashing into you. your posture loosened as you felt his hand travel under your jacket and shirt, his rough calloused fingers rubbing against your skin. his touch felt so good and the drug he had given you before made you feel more relaxed than ever before. it was so hard not to give into su-bong. he was like a magnet, pulling you closer.
he crashed his lips onto yours again, hands firmly tied to your hips. his body was closer to you now, letting you feel him all the way. his body tried leaning closer to you, but that only ended up in you getting shoved against the bathroom stall’s door. su-bong wasn’t still pleased with the non-existent proximity between the two of you. he pushed himself even closer to you, his hips pinning you down on the door, his hard against you.
you swore you heard the bathroom door open, though that sound barely registered in your brain. your hands moved to su-bong’s hair, pulling his purple strikes up. moans escaped his mouth, the vibration of them against your lips making your knees grow weaker. su-bong craved getting closer to you, now rolling his hips against you. his hands frantically moved under your shirt, his silver rings already warm from the heat of your body.
suddenly, your body started to fall back, the stall’s door opening quickly. thankfully, su-bong’s held onto your body, still distracted by your lips. you slowly pushed su-bong’s face away from yours, his hungry lips still trying to get closer to you. as you leaned away from you, three pairs of eyes were staring at you and su-bong. player 120, player 149 and player 222 were all staring at the two of you. geum-ja immediately moved closer to you, starting to hit su-bong on the shoulder.
“is he bothering you? how did you get into the women’s bathroom?” she asked, first you in a sweet tone and then su-bong, raising her voice at him. she hit su-bong harder on his shoulder, making him let out small yelps. geum-ja pulled su-bong out of the stall by his ear, yelling at him about behaving himself. you just chuckled, too amused to stop her.
“it’s fine. we thought nobody was going to use the bathroom when the lights were out, so i helped him get in.” you smiled to the three of them, stepping out the stall, almost stumbling down from the effect of the drug. su-bong wrapped his arm around you, seeing how much you were struggling to properly move. geum-ja backed away from him, giving him one last glare before turning away from him.
jun-hee moved away from hyun-ju and geum-ja, walking into a different bathroom stall. the room was starting to spin. your body felt light and leaned against su-bong’s tall frame. his arms gripped your hips holding you steadily up. he looked down at you, his concerned brown eyes moving over your body. it was unusual to see him worried about something or someone. your eyes closed for a moment trying to regain your sense of balance and sight.
“you better get her back to bed before i pull those ears off your head!” geum-ja threatened, hitting su-bong’s shoulder again. he just waved her off, wrapping his arm around your back again. hyun-ju and geum-ja followed behind as su-bong guided you out to the bathroom door. your legs felt wobbly, almost like jello and you couldn’t help but wonder how su-bong was holding up so well. he must have taken these pills way more than you had initially thought.
“make sure she gets some sleep.” hyun-ju said, concern clearly evident in her voice. su-bong nodded at her before opening the door for you. you the women one last smile and stepped out of the bathroom. a guard was outside, eyeing you and su-bong. he just laughed at the guard as he helped you navigate through the place. you chuckled too, not knowing at what, but to you it was funny nonetheless.
CONTENT: jealousy, fighting, ragebaiting , multiple mentions of “my girl”
AUTHORS NOTE: these are all so cute i want a bf again 😞 anyways the request is linked here, this is all my interpretation of namgyu so don’t attack me if they’re a little inaccurate
• literally so overprotective. the type to pull your skirts down, cover your chest with his hands in public & argue with anyone who even dares to look at you
“Jesus, where’d you even find a skirt this short?” Namgyu angrily muttered, backing up to inspect the outfit as he retreated to pull the fabric down once again.
You rubbed his cheek sweetly. You could tell he was agitated, but it was so cute on him. “Relax, baby. We’re just going out to eat. If anyone looks at me, just remember I’m all yours”
“Damn right.” He responded under his breath, looking you up and down once more before smiling to himself
• is your personal cameraman. his camera roll is practically filled with photos of you. he adores you from head to toe, so who is he to deny taking your pictures?
• physical touch & acts of service are NEEDS for him. acts like he can’t live without holding onto atleast some part of you & is always going out of his way to surprise his girl.
• goes all out for you. will literally decorate the entire house for something as small as you getting a promotion at your job and act like it’s nothing.
• brags abt you so much that people get real life sick of it. can’t go more than 5 minutes without bringing you up in a conversation.
“We should all go out tomorrow, like bowling or something.” Se-mi suggested, taking a bite of her food as everyone murmured agreements.
“Yea, but we all know Gyeong-su’s terrible, so don’t laugh if he busts his ass on the floor or something.” Thanos joked, nudging Gyeong-su.
Namgyu laughed for a second before his eyes suddenly lit up in realization “Dude, that reminds me, do you guys wanna see these pictures of me and my girl when we went skating last weekend? She was so pretty” He rambled, pulling out his phone and immediately going to his gallery.
Everyone else sighed in annoyance, but Namgyu didn’t care. He sat everyone down and forced them to look at every last picture of you as he broke down what was going on.
• he isn’t too good with his words, but his actions say everything. it’s not his fault, it being due to how he grew up, but he’s trying to improve.
• hand always on your thigh. whether you’re going out to eat, hanging out with friends, or riding in the passenger seat beside him, he loves his hands on you.
• as much as he loves u, he’s SO annoying. not in the “ihatemybf” kind of way but he knows exactly how to make u mad and acts like its so funny until he realizes your actually aggravated at him
“Baby, I’m sorry I was just joking.” Nam-gyu whined, following you around the house as you walked in and out of every room just to avoid him
“Forget it, Gyu, just leave me alone.” You grumbled. He’d been annoying you for the past hour, pushing all your buttons and laughing in your face. The teasing combined with your cycle coming in a few days caused you to blow up at him
He’d just then realized how furious you actually were, apologizing on his knees like you were a princes. Even while you were mad, though, you knew you couldn’t ignore him for too long.
• very childish, but u love that about him
• so easily stressed out it’s actually crazy, but when he comes home to u it’s like all his problems are washed away
• could actually live in your arms. no matter how tough he may come off, he loves to cuddle you, claims that “your arms heal him”
• gets jealous over small things. a toddler compliments you? he’s making faces at them. a girl walks by and smiles at you? he catches an attitude. and don’t let a guy hit on you… he’ll start a fight then & there
• overall a very loving, clingy bf. he has some ups and downs, but he works through all of them for u & the future of your relationship!!
.ᐟ.ᐟ contains. 18+ content | mdni; swearing, nam-gyu being jealous, thanos mention, toxicity, heavy angst, this one's a bummer tbh
.ᐟ.ᐟ author's note. ty guys for all the love on these posts! this one's not so fun so enjoy the angst LOLOL
