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Track 4: Pretty Lies

Thanos / Choi Subong (Player 380) x Fem!Reader

── .✦ Part of Kiwi's 1k Album Event

Warnings: 18+ , sfw , reckless driving (I don’t condone it , don’t do the shit I write) , vandalism , mutual pining , stalking ish (?), he’s crazy she’s crazier trope , just some lovesick idiots tbh

Thanos knew he was fucked when he set his sights on you.

He was the typical bachelor playboy of your shared college, many of the girls on campus knew him well- spouting nothing but praise in his endeavors in the bed. He really shouldn’t have an issue talking to you!

He was a smooth talker, had a thick ego that made him exude confidence and a reputation to match, and an aura that commanded attention. He can’t think of one time he got rejected!

Theoretically, he should have no issue walking up to you at this party and trying to talk his way into your pants. But there’s one major issue- you are so much like him.

A wild card he’s taken to call you. His ego wouldn’t let him admit you were intimidating.

You were rambunctious, sociable, down for almost whatever and more often than not were at every single party Thanos attended. You were also open about your sex life, maybe not as promiscuous as he was, you weren’t ashamed that you had short fun flings!

Pretty eyes. Pretty face. You seemed so perfect your smile had to be hiding something. No matter what it was, Thanos genuinely couldn’t care. He surmised that you could smile at him and give him that pretty doe eyed look you always had and tell him that you killed a man and he’d just nod and say “yeah, whatever you say beautiful!”

You were addicting. A drug he hadn’t even tried but was fixing for.

So Thanos used all his suaveness and made it a mission to get you all to himself.

Unluckily enough for Thanos, it worked. And he had you. But he would have never been prepared for the tornado that was you.

He was used to being a free person, getting together with women who were so docile and ditzy that he could do things- like dance around the idea of commitment and make the line between dating and ‘just fucking’ so blurry that those women couldn’t get mad at him for ‘talking to someone else’ when he wasn’t even dating the girl.

But you? You didn’t put up with that shit. And unknown to Thanos, despite your calm exterior and easy going demeanor you thrived on revenge. You scared him a little. But he couldn’t get enough.

He really did it to himself, he should have known better.

It was weeks of nothing but hot and heavy fun and affection, you drove him wild and kept him on his feet. Thanos had probably been at your house three times out of the week, you two had gone out multiple times and Thanos was pretty sure he’s sent you 200 messages over the past three days. Yet, there wasn’t any labels- you two weren’t dating- at least that’s what he thought.

It started when he casually flirted with a girl in his science class. Bio chemistry. He was failing, hard. Harder than he was before he met you. He needed help! So Thanos, being Thanos, decided the only way to get his grade up was get in good with the nerdy girl that was always the teachers pet.

He gave her his number, sweetened her up a little and got her to write his midterm thesis. It wasn’t even something that lasted more than a week and he wasn’t even sure how you got wind of it. But you did.

Thanos was wrong to think you wouldn’t care, but to his defense you saw the texts he exchanged with the girl in his class- he’d text her openly begging her for answers with an ungodly amount of cute emojis while you’re curled up on his chest. You said nothing.

But that’s how you worked. Meticulously and in silence.

He had left his apartment to head to the gas station. He needed a new vape. Tossing his keys in his hand and whistling leisurely to himself, he makes his way down to his car. If it wasn’t for the street lamp that was conveniently placed right near his vehicle he wouldn’t have seen it.

The whole drivers side of his car is keyed.

‘U Thought. Ur mine.’ The letters sratcjed into the paint and metal over and over. The real kicker? A carved heart next to your first initial. You weren’t even trying to hide that you did it. You were making a statement. It was like some fucked up love letter.

And oddly, Thanos liked it. It only made you hotter to him. Barking out a laugh and running a hand through his hair, Thanos is hopping in his car. He doesn’t pull out to go to the gas station though, he’s grabbing his phone and going straight to your number.

‘Did you really key my fucking car?’

Almost instantly, like you were waiting for him to find what you did and see it- you respond.

‘lol yeah.’

Fuck, you were perfect.

‘Come over?’ It’s typed out with such speed and memorization that it’s sent in under a second.

‘Ur a freak. Be there in an hour. Have one rolled for me, handsome?’

Sure enough, when you arrive at his house he’s scooping you up into his arms and carrying you right to his bed, placing a blunt between your glossed lips and lighting it.

You weren’t even trying and you had the man whipped. You were the first person to keep the rambunctious rapper on his feet. From waking him up by pounding on his window to go on a drive (he wasn’t even sure how you got his address then- he had only been to your house when that happened), to showing him an abandoned house in the woods he would have never thought to explore- You had Thanos head over heels.

You also didn’t go out. He’s tried. So many times. You never went to any parties or any of the bars and clubs that your town hard to offer. For the most part you were a homebody. Thanos knew you had to be damgerous when he knew that even know you never went out- you seemed to know everybody.

You would talk about people with him that he knew didn’t know you yet you seemed to know some of their darkest secrets. How you obtained any of this information he had no idea but the image of you being some ghost in the shadows, knowing all about everyone but no one knowing anything about you- it made you all the more attractive.

For once in his life Thanos felt excited by the promise of continuing to see you. You didn’t bore him like his other one-night stands did- if he was like a firecracker you were like the lighter that lights the whole box he’s sat in. You had him whipped.

‘Quit that shit.’

Its nearly 3am

You’re looking at your phone, more than confused. Sat at home alone, getting that text from Thanos made no sense.

‘??’

Fuck, even the way you text is attractive to him. Always so short, like he’s the one who has to work for it for once. It drives him mad but fuck he loves it.

‘You’re doing witchcraft or something idk. doing that manifestation shit, thinking of me while you’re fingering yourself or whatever.’

Completely alone, you’re choking out a laugh and re reading the text over and over. Sure, you often got yourself off to the thought of him- the man was good in bed! But when he texted you, you were balls deep in a tiktok rabbit hole. You were hardly doing anything to bewitch him to think about you.

‘It’s cute you think I care that much.’

The second he sees your message come in he’s groaning and tossing around on his bed. Thanos is clutching his phone to his chest and giggling. What have you made him into?!

‘C’mon pretty girl u know u miss me’

‘Wanna see u.’

You’re smiling at your phone, pausing to respond when you see the three little dots pop up, he’s texting again.

‘Don’t do me like this, sexy…it’s been too long’

‘It’s literally been half a week. Ask another one of your little gfs’

‘Okay and? I want to see u I don’t have any other girls, mamacita- just u’

You’re cringing just the slightest bit at his choice of pet names but something about it just works for him. You’re practically giggling like a maniac at your phone now, as much as you’re stringing him along, playing your little game, you’re just as whipped as he was.

You’re texting back, ‘Down for a drive? Be ready in 30. I’ll pick you up.’

And you do.

Thanos waits outside his apartment eagerly, nearly booking it down the sidewalk when he sees she holographic wrap of your car turn down the road. He wastes no time hopping into the passenger seat and clicking his seatbelt in place.

“Hey pretty girl~” he coos, looking you over. Giggling softly and smiling, you’re meeting him halfway over the center console in a heavy kiss. It’s slow, full of tongue and spit. The kind of kiss that rips the breath from your lungs so violently but is so addictive you never want to pull away.

In your month of the little fling you’ve had with him you two have learned each other so well the kiss is exactly what you both need and crave, a perfect dance of your lips that makes your mind fill with static.

You pull away slowly, teeth pulling at his bottom lip. Sat back in the passenger seat, Thanos is breathless, trying his best to keep his mind and body under some sense of control, “easy now, sweetness..we’re gonna spend the whole night in the back of your car if you don’t simmer down.”

You roll your eyes coyly, “looks like you’re the one who needs to simmer down.” With no shame, your eyes are dropping down to the very obvious tent in his pants, “so easy~” you tease.

Thanos scoffs and adjusts himself in the seat, grabbing at the crotch of his pants and moving the fabric to make it less obvious how much you affect him, “Awhh, Don’t flatter yourself.”

He keeps his eyes on you as you shift the car into reverse and begin to drive off.

“So where we goin’, baby?”

“Nowhere in particular, jus’ driving. I can’t want to just have you keep me company?” You reach over and poke his cheek. He’s snatching your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles.

“You could kidnap me, throw me in your trunk, kick my knees in and I’d thank you.”

You have to place both hands on the wheel with how hard you laugh, “Oh??! Is that so?!! I’ll keep that in mind for our next hang out.”

For at least 30 minutes you just drive. No destination. The windows down and the sunroof open, wind whips through the car and meshes with the music you have blasting through your stereo.

Thanos can’t stop looking at you. The way your hair whips around from the wind, the way you mouth along to the song, one of your hands out the window and riding the wind in waving motions, the yellow streetlights lighting you up in slow strobes as you pass by each one.

In all regards you were picturesque.

The music blaring, no one on the road as far as the eye can see and a long stretch of straight road, this has to have been out of a movie.

“Hold the wheel.”

“Huh?!” Thanos says, looking at you with a dumbfounded expression. He can’t decide if he misheard you or didn’t hear you at all and made it up.

“Take the wheel f’me” You’re reaching over and grabbing his hand out of his lap and placing it on your steering wheel, “You got your license, yeah?” You’re putting the car in autopilot, keeping the speed limit.

You give him one more look and he has no moment to answer before you’re unbuckling yourseat belt and standing up. You’re nimble, climbing up onto the drivers seat until your upper body was out the sunroof.

Arms in the air, you’re giggling and screaming the lyrics of the song out into the air.

In that moment, Thanos realizes a few things. One) you might actually be a bit insane Two) your wild nature was what made him even more obsessed with you, and Three) you were singing the song that he had showed you when you two first started hanging out.

He should be afraid, this isn’t exactly safe. But, he wasn’t exactly the most law abiding citizen.

Thanos is barking out a laugh and beginning to cheer for you. Leaning over the center console more he’s placing one hand on your hip to keep you steady and the other hand keeps the car where it needs to be. He’s singing along with you between laughs. He’s never felt more alive.

You’re singing along, screaming the lyrics out into the air like they’re a prophecy to be told to the whole world. One of your hands is dipping back into the car and sliding over Thanos hand that splays across your waist, interlocking your fingers and giving his hand a squeeze.

You could punch him square in the face and not only would he thank you, he’d be the one to be giving you the boxing gloves.

When the song fades out and the next one on the queue begins, you bring yourself back into the car and sit back down. In your seat you’re taking the wheel and falling back into driving perfectly, the car never jolting or leaving the lane. You did it with little to no effort.

Your cheeks are reddened, having been kissed by the wind and your hair is blown back and wild but goddamn do you look so good.

As he looks at you, then and there Thanos can finally understand the prospects of a relationship. He thought all of his friends who were in committed relationships were stupid. They gave up their individuality and had no fun. The longer he spends with you the more he realizes how wrong he had been.

“We’re almost there.” You say, looking over to him briefly with a pretty smile stretched across your lips.

“O-oh?” Thanos says, coming out of his internal realization and clearing his throat, trying to act nonchalant, “I thought you said that we didn’t have a destination.”

“We didn’t. But I don’t wanna bring you back home yet so now we do have one. ‘S it a problem?”

Reaching a hand over and placing it on your thigh, he’s shaking his head, “Not at all. ‘m all yours sweetheart.”

Another 10 minutes and you’re pulling into an excluded outlook. You’re turning off the car and hopping out before Thanos can even unbuckle himself.

When he meets you at the edge of the cliff you smile so sweetly at him and point up, “it’s the best place to see stars. No clouds and it’s so high up”

A wild card like you so enthralled by stars, looking up at the gimmering dots like a kid who’s being handed a lollipop- it makes him chuckle a bit. He’s following your pointing finger and sure enough, you’re correct. The stars are so bright and he feels close enough to the sky he could touch them.

You’re making him feel like a kid again. Who the fuck were you?

Your eyes are torn away from the sky when he’s grabbing your face and pulling you into him.

Face cradled in his hands, the kiss is needy and desperate. It’s like he’s trying to memorize every part of you. Tongue licking along your bottom lip you’re parting for him instantly. With the taste of you flooding every single one of his tastebuds, Thanos is gasping into your mouth.

Pulling away, he’s resting his forehead on yours and heaving shuddering breaths, “w-what the fuck did you do to me…” he laughs.

Nuzzling your cheeks against his hands you’re giggling along with him, “Put you under a spell.”

He laughs, placing another quick kiss against your lips, “You’re laughing but I just know you put a nicotine pouch in your lip when we fucked and would make out or something. You’re too addicting.”

“I can say, for sure I didn’t do that…but I’ll keep that min mind for next time.”

“So will ya let me take you out? Maybe we can make this a thing?” A painted thumb brushes against your bottom lip, wiping away the spit that remained.

“I figured this was a thing since I keyed your car.” You giggle. “…but I should go to class tomorrow so pick me up at 3:30?”

“You actually gonna go to class, princess?”

Your face scrunches up as you try not to smile, “okay, okay….probably not.” You admit bashfully.

“Hm. Thought so. So you’re staying the night at my place then?”

“Yep.”

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I hope yall know im cooking up something fluffy like this again….i just GRRRRRRR love soft namgyu ((this was one of my favorites to write))

Rings 'n Things

Nam-Gyu (player 124) x Fem!Reader

Summary: obsessed with a particular ring Nam-Gyu always wears, you want nothing more to have one exactly like it! And despite it being from a capsule machine from 4 years ago, Nam-Gyu makes it his mission to find it again

Warnings: sfw , weed usage , talk about sex , otherwise just some cute shit I can’t get out of my head , despite being sfw this blog is 18+

When Nam-Gyu realizes you don’t just have an obsession with his hands, but, his rings?!!….he’s fixated.

It didn’t take him long to notice at all, you made it more than clear you favored the silver accessories that adorned his long fingers.

Specifically the one on his middle finger. The thick metal one that looks like a chain. He even remembers the first time you said something about it, was at Club Pentagon.

He was off (thank god). But even on his off day he was at the club for Thanos. The rapper had some sort of promotion going on and he was at least 5 blunts deep. Melting into the couch, you were sat pretty on his lap just as stoned as Nam-Gyu was.

Your hand is holding his, playing with his fingers, staring with a lazy smile.

“You good, baby?” Nam-Gyu hums, cocking an eyebrow and tightening his hold on your waist. He chuckles when you wordlessly nod, hazy eyes transfixed by the woven metal of the ring.

“Mhmm~” you’re nodding slowly, chewing on you bottom lip. “I like this ring. It’s pretty.” You say it so simply, like it’s a fact rather than an opinion. “It’s very you.”

You’re giggling, fingers dragging along the sharp metal of the chain design, “bet you got it from a cool ass place, like you have a kick ass back story for it.”

Nam-Gyu lets out a boisterous laugh, falling back onto the couch and squeezing you, “a ‘cool ass place’?” He questions between chuckles, your idea of where he got this ring from far from what it actually was.

“Yeahhh!!” You whine, dropping his hand and dramatically crossing your arms, “god forbid I think my boyfriend’s mysterious and cool.”

Shaking his head, Nam-Gyu is scooping your hand back up in his, interlocking his fingers with yours, “Yeah mysterious alright. S’cause I didn’t know what I was getting.”

Maybe it’s cause you’re high, your mind is sluggish and the loud music of the club doesn’t help with the thought process, but you are not following. Your face is scrunching up and you’re raising a confused eyebrow.

“Huh??”

“I got this from a fucking toy vending machine.” He laughs, turning your clasped hands so the back of his hand was facing you- the ring you love so much right in your view, “Fuckin’ years ago, baby. When I started working here they had those stupid toy vending things- y’know the ones that you put coins in for a prize capsule.”

You look at the ring for a moment, then back to your boyfriend, then back to your favorite ring.

There’s no way!!

Nam-Gyu has worn this damn ring since before you two met! He showers with it, sleeps with it, gone into pools with it. By all accounts, if it was a cheap toy ring- it should have tarnished and stained his finger green. It should have broke!

It was still shiny, the presumably fake tiny diamonds that lined the loop of the chain link design are still as bright and not even chipped!

“Dude, there is no fucking way.”

Nam-Gyu is instantly laughing so hard, they way you say it so nonchalantly, called him ‘dude’ like he didn’t just have you in the meanest mating press before you two came to this event Thanos was hosting…it was so oddly endearing.

“It’s so pretty!” You coo, pulling his hand closer to your face and examining it closer, “it looks so good on you..” you hum, red tinted eyes locking onto the accessory and the lengthy finger it dresses dreamily.

“I dunno how it hasn’t broken. But I guess that’s why I keep it. Shitty, cheap thing- but resilient, like me.”

You scoff and slap his shoulder, “resilient? yes. Cheap? sometimes. Shitty?! Only when you forget to pick up more weed after smoking it all.” You give him a teasing glare, a warning to not talk bad about himself again.

“I kinda wish it was from a store…” you add, brushing a thumb over his knuckle under the ring.

Confused, he’s tilting his head, “wha’ ya’ mean, pretty?”

“I can’t match with you!” You pout, “You got it so long ago, they change those machines out almost every year! And I bet this was like the ‘rare’ one or something so it’d be even harder to get!!”

Nam-Gyu’s eyes widen ever so slightly, his mind going haywire. He was never one to do all this couple-y bullshit…matching outfits? Nope. Those matching shirts with arrows pointing saying things like ‘with her’ or ‘with him’? Fuck no.

But the idea of you not caring about the ring being from a cheap ass toy vending machine, still admiring it as if it was from a luxury jeweler, and still wanting to match with him?! It does something to him that Nam-Gyu cannot explain.

“Awh…damn…” you sigh, realizing you would likely never get a ring that matches his, “Well it’s still a cool story ‘n it’s gotta mean something that it lasted this long!”

You’re getting distracted by another round of shots, mind obviously already on something else and yelling over to Se-Mi to pass you one of the small glasses.

Nam-Gyu doesn’t stop thinking about it though. He can’t. Not when you keep fiddling with his ring, playing with his fingers like it’s second nature to you. You’re in a full blown conversation with Min-Su and Se-mi, yet, you’re still messing with the damn ring.

So after then night began Nam-Gyu’s obsession. He needed to find that fucking toy machine and win you that ring.

Finding the a machine that had the same variety of rings was ridiculous. It wasn’t in the small section of vending machines near Club Pentagon like it used to be.

He can’t even remember the stupid name that the specific ‘blind box’ style ring set it was in. He could see the boringly colored advertising picture but the characters that spelled out the cheesy set name or even the brand name were nothing but blurred blobs.

After what felt like the 50th failed location, Nam-Gyu is kicking a rock in frustration towards the stupid group of capsule toy machines. There’s probably 10 total here on the wall and not a single one is what he needs!!!

Maybe he can just give you his. This whole search is stupid!

But you didn’t want his ring, you specifically asked where he got it to match with him. And of course you asked with that stupid ass smile that he could literally never say no to.

Groaning, he’s sucking in a deep breath and trying to remember.

Pounding music. Cold air. Laughter. He’s outside Club Pentagon, smoking a cigarette and drunk as fuck- in front of the machines trying to see straight. He’s talking to Thanos about what ring he hopes to get, expecting nothing more than to get the childish ring pop style ring that the machine advertises.

Nam-Gyu remembers that the obnoxious purple haired rapper was there the day he got ring. He has to have some idea!! He’s pulling out his phone and leaning against the alley wall.

‘Dude you remember when I got this fuck ass chain ring?’

Nam-Gyu sends the text, teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek as he waits for the text back. This can’t end here- he needs to get you this fucking ring.

‘The one from that machine? Wasn’t that the night you met your girl? Haha! You were so funny, that’s why you went to that fucking machine’

‘Said you were gonna get one to propose to her cause she made you see stars in the club bathroom’

Nam-Gyu chuckles at his phone, thankful that Thanos seemed to have more recollection of the night than he did.

‘Yeah that 1. Do you remember anything about it? Name or something???’

‘Fuck no I don’t. I can’t even remember the last time I paid my bills man, you expect me to keep up with some toy vending machine?’

Nam-Gyu throws his head back against the brick wall. fuck, he’s screwed. He’s got nothing to go on.

His phone vibrates again.

‘I do have a picture of you asleep on the bench in front of it though.’

That fucking dick!! Nam-Gyu is typing rapidly, begging him to send it. He can’t even send the text before an image from Thanos is popping up in the text chat. Tapping on the picture and zooming in so fast his phone lags, he’s trying to make out the name of the toy company.

Nam-Gyu finds it! And he even manages to find a location that has the damn thing!

…the next step is the hardest, though.

Trying to win the ring.

With the random drop of the annoying plastic capsules and the ‘rarity’ of the chain ring you’re oh-so enamored with, He’s going to need a lot of coins. And it’s not exactly easy to hide from you.

A fuck ton of coins and multiple trips out to this vending machine on his work breaks- you’re catching on faster than he’d like.

“Nam-Gyu.”

You said it like a mother a bout to scold a child, a questioning lilt at the end of it like you’re expecting him to admit to whatever it was your stopping him for.

He’s freezing halfway out the door and turning on his heels, “yeahhhh?”

“Why the hell are your pockets jingling so loud?”

“Oh!! Uh…just coins for the snacks in the vending machine.” He’s giving you a tight lipped smile, cheeks flushing red just by the fact he’s lying straight to your face.

“You need that many? Your pants are weighed down.”

Your stern expression spreads into a wide, amused smile, “If you’re that hungry you need’ta buy that many snacks out the vending machine I’ll make you dinner for work.”

You’re crossing the room and coming to stop inches in front of him, hand reaching out to hold his cheek and bring him down to kiss you.

Pulling away, you’re tapping his cheek affectionately, “Lemme know next time ‘n I’ll have it ready for when you go to work.”

Fuck, he would die for you.

Nodding, Nam-Gyu is pressing another chaste kiss to your lips, “mhmm, will do. I’ll text you when I’m on my way home.”

He thinks he’s off the hook, that maybe that little occurrence of you being suspicious wouldn’t happen again….however, the excess plastic capsules the rings come in and the rings he gets that are not the one he needs…aren’t exactly easy to hide.

And boy howdy does Nam-Gyu procure a shit ton of those things. Each one, clear plastic bottom with a colorful cap that pops off to reveal the ring that he doesn’t need, time and time and time again.

He’s throwing so many coins into the machine at once he often stuff the unopened pods into his hoodie pockets and opening them on the way home. If he was smarter he would have opened them somewhere to dispose of them…but he doesn’t and now he’s returning home with pockets full of capsules and cheesy toy rings.

You find them, it’s not hard to- they end up everywhere.

“The fuck are these?” You hum, genuinely confused as to where these pods were coming from, you saw one here and there and dismissed it but this has gotten to be the 5th one today.

“You know what these are?”

Nam-Gyu pauses his video game and turns back around on the couch. You’re holding the capsule up, staring at it with a scrunched brow.

“It was under the couch- Clementine prolly kicked it under there…” you say looking over to the black cat curled up by Nam-Gyu, “but I mean…where the fuck did this come from I’ve been seeing them everywhere.”

His heart is in his ass, face going pale. This can’t be ruined now- he’s been planning to hard on how to get this damn ring and how extravagantly he was going to present it to you- he cannot let this fumble now.

He’s thinking of another lie to tell you although the last thing he wants to do is lie to you.

“Meeeoowww.”

The black cat, Clementine, gets up from her spot and stretches, hopping off the couch and stretching.

The cat!

“Oh! Some new dealer at work ‘s been giving out samples and I keep forgetting to throw ‘em out but clementine seems to like to play with them!”

Half lie! Thats better than lying right?!

He watches as you pause, seem to mull it over, then shrug.

“Loser.” You pout, “not sharing.” And then you’re tossing the plastic pod onto the floor, eyes crinkling with glee when you see the precious cat sprint around the couch and begin to play with the capsule.

Nam-Gyu is letting out the biggest sigh and laughing nervously along with you, “Next time I’ll be sure to bring somethin’ back f’you.”

He spends so, so long, trying to get this fucking ring that he’s thought of every possible way he wants to give it to you.

A nice date? He takes you out to dinner and gives it to you then? Or maybe a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a cute little display for the ring in the middle??

He can’t decide but each crank of the little dial and click of the machine dispensing has him more and more excited to get the prize he’s been aiming for.

He goes to that same spot so often, using the same vending machine that he’s sure the shopkeepers nearby have become uneasy with him- a grown man using a toy vending machine on the daily, handfuls of tries at a times- yeah it’s a little odd.

Nam-Gyu is there so frequently he knows he’s the only one using this damn thing!! Every time he manages to make the little machine less full, 15 or some-odd capsules at the ground by his feet sporting the same vibrant colors inside the plastic pods of the many rings he knows are not the one he needs.

He nearly gives up, he does!! He’s gone weeks trying for this damn ring- he should have just bought you some pretty little ring at one of those expensive stores, it would have amounted to about the same price!

Telling himself one more time, he’s b-lining down the alleyway and to the group of vending machines.

Slotting a coin in the one he’s become accustomed with, he’s cranking the knob once, twice, three times… and it’s not the one he needs.

Again. Not the one.

…okay…again, fucking lime green star ring.

Again!!!? Nope!! Pink ring with purple crown in the middle.

Nam-gyu looks to the pile on the ground in front of him, he’s just let them drop unceremoniously as this point. 20. Fuck, he can’t keep doing this. This is insane at this point.

He bends down, beginning to shovel each stupid little pod into his jeans, grumbling expletives to himself. When he looks up to stand back to his full height, he’s pausing half way- face level with the vending machine.

One left. There is one capsule left.

And Nam-Gyu can see the familiar chain-link design.

He almost trips over himself as he stands back up. Shaky hands line up the coin to the slot and shove it in with a speed Nam-Gyu had no idea he had.

One twist, another, and then one last twist- the singular pod plops! Down into the machines prize door.

At first, although he could see the ring from the outside of the plastic container, Nam-Gyu thinks he’s hallucinating. He’s done more drugs than he’s willing to admit and he’s well aware that in times of desperation he can slip into a state much like one from a drug trip.

Nearly cracking the pod when he opens it Nam-Gyu is dumping the ring and the small paper with the numerical size of the ring into his clammy palm.

It’s the ring.

And it looks like it will fit you perfectly.

All ideas of how he’d present it to you are out the window. Nam-Gyu is booking it back to the apartment and barreling through the front door.

Out of breath and dizzy, he’s hauling ass through the apartment to the bedroom where he’d know you’d be. It’s late- he’s coming back from work and he knows you’d be asleep but he cannot wait.

Fumbling over his own feet, Nam-Gyu is leaping onto the edge of the bed, “Baby.” He says, reaching out a hand to shake your leg. When there’s no reaction, he’s crawling up the bed and hovering over you, hand on your waist and shaking you back and forth.

“Baby…baby! I know you’re sleepin’, m’ sorry- i gotta- you gotta wake up f’this. Jus’ for a minute.”

Groggily, your eyes are fluttering open and trying to adjust to the bright light of the TV you left on, “H-huh? Nam-Gyu?” You call out, face scrunched in tired confusion.

“Yeah ‘s me.” He huffs, rolling the blankets back to grab your hand. “I got something for you. I-I’ve been working to find this for…you don’t know how long.”

Fighting your sleepiness your sitting up and bed and trying your best to look at what he’s doin, “Wha- what do you mean? H-uh?”

He laughs a bit, finding your more than delirious state so cute, “C’mon ya gotta wake up just a bit. You don’t wanna know what I went through to get this.”

You’re rubbing your blurry eyes, trying to focus on what exactly Nam-Gyu has gripped in his hand, it’s one of those things that he said the dealer at his work was using as packaging.

“If it’s drugs ‘Gyu…it can wait. ‘M sleepy.”

You’re already tugging against him, trying to plop back down on the bed. Nam-Gyu is jolting upright and moving forward, grabbing your arm and pulling keeping you upright before he’s crawling over you completely, pulling you into a sitting position as he straddles your lap.

“Nuh-uh, y’gotta stay up.” Nam-Gyu says anxiously, “not drugs baby. It’s- no you gotta look, see!!!”

You hear the pop! of the plastic pod and feel him slip something on your middle finger. It takes a minute, but your eyes focus. It’s a ring.

It’s his ring.

“Nam-Gyu you know I can’t take this!” You say wide eyed, looking to him and hastily going to remove the chain link ring.

Slender hands are clasping around your own and you’re pausing, your favorite ring of his is still on his finger.

“Not mine, dummy. Yours.” He corrects.

“You- what- how?!!” you squeal, pulling your hand to your face to look closer at the ring- it really was exactly what you wanted. A matching one exactly like his.

“It was a capsule vending machine- those rotate and it’s been like 4 years since we met and you told me you got it the day we met- it had to have not been in production anymore! And the amount of tries that would have taken!? Nam-Gyu you had to have been doing this for so long-”

You’re ranting, babbling on about the more than obvious trials and tribulations he had to go through to get this ring for you.

Nam-Gyu is squishing your cheeks together, forcing your words to die out into incomprehensible mumbles.

“Yes all of that is correct. Thank you, Nostradamus.” He teases as he can see the calculations running through your head as you try to philosophize the odds of how long this must have took him- as if the obsessive amount of plastic pods wasn’t enough.

You’re pouting, no real mirth behind the expression. You can hardly keep up the charade when your eyes go back down to the ring you’ve been wishing to own for a while.

It’s how he took a small conversation and remembered what you said. How he spend more money than he should have to obtain it. The lengths he went to do please you- all of it had your heart melting.

“You never stop playing with mine. Obsessed with staring at it” Nam-Gyu finally adds, “You had the most devastated look on your face when I told you we couldn’t match..” his grip is loosening on your cheeks, palm still resting under your chin.

“So of course…” a thumb is running along your bottom lip, “I had to be a good boyfriend and get my girl the gift she wanted by any means necessary.”

His hand is dropping from your face and back to your hand with the ring, intertwining your fingers. With fingers interlocked and palms pressed together, the chain link rings are sat just inches apart on each of your fingers.

He’s turning his wrist, bringing the back of your hand to his lips- pressing a soft kiss to the new ring on your middle finger.

Sucking in a deep breath, Nam-Gyu pauses for a moment before thinking of what to say, “nothing, and not even some fuck ass toy vending machine, could keep me from tryin’ to make you happy.”

You’re smiling, you have been since he woke you up. It’s been so long your cheeks are staring to hurt!! “Nam-Gyu this is possibly the best thing anyone has done for me I-“ you cut yourself off with a yawn

He laughs, “‘M sorry for waking you up.” Nam-Gyu says, smiling back at you with a fondness for your lazy smile, “You can go back to bed, sleepy.”

“Back to bed?!” You’re saying in a tone of mock offense, “Nope. You gave me the best gift ever and!!!! You still gotta smoke your after work blunt and now that I’m up I wanna smoke too.”

He’s cocking up a teasing eyebrow, “y’sure? You look like you’re gonna pass out”

Your eyes are fluttering and even as Nam-Gyu does most the work of keeping you upright in bed, you’re swaying- staying up isn’t going to be an option.

Nam-Gyu sighs and pushes you back onto the bed, “you lay here and I’ll roll for us, okay pretty?”

The second your head hits the pillow, your eyes are shutting and your breath is slowing, “mhm….” You mumble out, “wake me back up for the blunt.” The longer your sentence drawls on the more jumbled and incoherent your words get.

He does attempt to get up to roll but you’re instantly grabbing at his hand , fingers threading into the slots between his fingers and going directly to their intended spot- fiddling with his ring.

When Nam-Gyu looks over to you, face smushed in the pillow and already relaxing into a softened sleepy expression. He smiles, admiring you for a moment and how cozy you’ve seem to make yourself in his bed.

Nam-Gyu gets another look at the ring he’s practically gone to war for sitting pretty on your finger right next to his matching one, he figures the ‘after work blunt’ can be postponed- he really doesn’t want to move.

I couldn’t get this out my head I hope this wasn’t stupid 😭

Taglist: @namsgyu @nuttybeans @namgyucat @g1rlonthe3internet @reilapse @yuuumeee @thanosspills @thequeenbmulan @infinetlyforgotten @gothinlove @seaweef @lov3lycosmos @lunaryoongie

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Track 3: Hella Good

Nam-Gyu (Player 124) x Fem!Reader

── .✦ Part of Kiwi's 1k Album Event

Warnings: 18+ , drug usage, mixing substances mentioned , club activities , otherwise sfw

You would think that working at a club would mean having the time of your life and partying your ass off. And it sort of is…but for Nam-Gyu? He was tired of it.

It was the same old, same old. Drinks, promotion, drugs, more promoting, and women- over and over and over. Thanos of course kept shit somewhat exciting- the purple haired rapper was so unpredictable that Nam-Gyu was guaranteed at least some entertainment through out the night.

Thanos also told Nam-Gyu that he would have a much better time if he took one of the many women in the club to one of the bathrooms to blow off steam but any of the interactions he’s had with women were so superficial it made his skin crawl thinking about having a ‘fun time’ with any of the women he found frequenting Club Pentagon.

So, on a random Saturday in the middle of May when Nam-Gyu found himself working at the bustling club- he expected nothing other than the same routine as every other night he had to be on the clock.

He’s already turned down three or so women that Thanos has ushered to their death by pointing out his ‘cute friend’ to them. Nam-Gyu just wasn’t feeling it, brushing off the women and turning back to the mass of people in the club, just watching.

He told himself he might as well act like he’s doing his job- look like he’s scouting people out to try and scam them with the over priced drink packages or VIP privileges. He didn’t intend to do a good job, Nam-Gyu wasn’t focused. The mass of people was nothing but a blurred blob of shiny clothes and sweaty bodies, no real club promotion was gonna happen.

“Come on mannn!!” Thanos yells, clapping the silent male on the shoulder, “You gotta get into the vibes Nam-Suuuu!!! Take another shot or do another line or something!!”

“Gyu. Nam-Gyu.” He corrects the obnoxious rapper, eyes still flicking anxiously across the dance floor and bar.

He wasn’t even looking- focused on absolutely nothing, just looking like he was working in hopes of getting Thanos to leave him alone, but as his eyes continue to look anywhere but at the rapper next to him, Nam-Gyu finds something worth focusing on.

In a sea of black, blue and red dancing bodies, Nam-Gyu spots a leopard.

Obviously, Nam-Gyu doesn’t spot a large preadator cat on the dance floor, but something as equally jaw dropping- you.

You had the smallest shorts on, a leopard print shirt that clung to your sides like a glove and cute little red heels to match. Nam-Gyu watches as you maneuver across the club floor, shoulders back and head high. Each flicker of the club lights has shadows dancing across your face that only emphasize the glittery eyeshadow you had that was just the right amount of smudged.

You’re walking past multiple people who try and talk to you, brushing them off with a kind smile and making your way to your destination- the bar.

Even as you dismiss maybe 10 some odd people who reach out to try and get your attention, as you walk by the man with a bored expression, long black hair and crumpled promotion waivers in hand- you’re sending a wink and a coy wave Nam-Gyu’s way.

“Come on bro, if you’re not gonna party with me can you at least spot me some money so I can get some shots?” Thanos says, gripping at Nam-Gyu’s shirt and trying to get a rise out of him.

The second Nam-Gyu catches your lil’ wink and wicked smile, he’s fishing into his pocket for a crumpled 20 that he got as a tip earlier in the night and pushing it towards Thanos’s chest. Nam-Gyu is pushing off the wall and following you like a dog with an invisible leash before Thanos can even thank him.

When you lean against the bar and order your drink, Nam-Gyu finally makes it to your side. Admittedly, when he gets there and falls into the space next to you- he fumbles. He can’t think of anything to say. In some sort of trance, he just stands there drinking you in like a finely aged wine.

“You didn’t look like you were having much fun.”

Nam-Gyu is shocked you speak first, like you knew he was going to follow you and like you knew he wouldn’t even know what to say to you when he got the chance. For some reason, the realization made his heart race more.

“Mm..nah, hard to when ‘m working.” He responds, rather coolly for how nervous you seemed to make him.

“Can’t have any fun when you work?” You pout and turn to face him completely now, “that’s so boring…working at a club and not being able to enjoy it.” Looking up at him with mascara clumped lashes, you’re taking a sip of the drink you ordered and licking the remaining liquid off your lips.

Dear god. You had to have been a succubus sent straight from one of his fantasies.

“Yeah I suppose so…” he mutters, leaning on the bar and propping his chin up on his hand, “just haven’t found good company to keep me entertained.” Nam-Gyu says, eyes shamelessly drinking you in like your a drink at the bar just served up to him.

“The purple haired one, he’s not good company?” You tease with a coy grin.

“Mmm, can be.” Nam-Gyu shrugs, “Tired of him tonight though. Someone else has been keeping me good enough company, not sure I need him right now.”

He grins down at you like a Cheshire Cat. Reaching out a hand, he’s brushing a straigh of hair behind your ear and off your shoulder, fingers ghosting over the column of your neck.

“Names’ Nam-Gyu.” He says his name with a flash of his pearly canines in an addicting grin.

Tilting your head, your smile is widening to match his, you say your name- it instantly is sticking in his mind and he’s reciting it over and over like a prayer.

“This better not be some weird way to get me to sign up for VIP.” You’re taking one of the crumpled club flyers out of his hand and holding it up between you two before folding it and tucking it right into your cleavage.

Pretty and quick witted. God, Nam-Gyu won the lottery tonight.

“Not some weird sales pitch, promise you that.” He’s letting his eyes linger far too long on where you just slotted the flyer, “You, ah, well- you caught my eye.” He says, it comes out a bit awkward- you can tell he’s not used to talking up women like this.

“Caught your eye?” You muse, reaching a hand up to straighten out the collar of his undershirt, “Well then you gonna do something ‘bout it?”

He freezes. Nam-Gyu did NOT think he’d get this far. He knew following you he had no plan, he just had to follow you- trailing behind you like some begging dog who is chasing the lingering scent of your perfume that clouds behind you.

You can see the way his Adam’s apple bobs and his eyes begin to flick nervously, “What do you wan’ me to do?”

If he could punch himself right now he would- why the fuck would he say that as a response to what you just said.

You laugh, it’s a light, silvery sound that could make any suitor drop to their knees. Nam-Gyu hopes he doesn’t fuck this up just so he could get to hear you laugh more. The idea of getting his dick wet is so far out of his head now. He just wants you, in your entirety, the part of you that’s so docile and gentle that only the person closest to you would get to see.

Was it the drugs? It had to be the drugs kicking in.

You’re standing up tall, on your tippy-toes and leaning in so close to him, your lips dance along his is feather light movements as you speak, “I want you to….” You drawl it out into a soft smoky toner that’s sending a rapid chill up his spine.

Nam-Gyu is holding his breath, his heart beating a million miles per minute. Fuck, he was so far out of his league.

“Dance with me.”

“What?!” He’s genuinely taken aback, that was not what he’d thought you ask.

“Yeah!! C’mon dance with me!! I want you to have at least some fun on your shift!” You’re dropping back down to your regular height, reaching out to grab his hands, “You’d dance with me right?”

When you’re looking up at him and batting your thick eyelashes, he physically can’t say no.

“Yeah, I-i can do that for you, pretty girl.” He says the pet name like a trial, as if you’d flee away from him like a doe if he said anything too risky. Normally he wouldn’t care, if the interaction went sideways Nam-Gyu would go on about his life and forget about it. Not you. The excitement he gets from being around you is the best high he’s ever had.

Your smile is contagious, the second you get his affirmative answer, you’re rocking excitedly on your heels and squeezing his hands, “Yay!! Let’s go!!”

And like a sailor following a sirens call into the deep sea, he’s letting you lead him by his hand into the mass of dancing bodies. He wasn’t used to this. Never in his time at Club Pentagon did he ‘dance’. It wasn’t for him, the idea of it was obnoxious to him. For some unknown reason, for you, it seemed doable.

In the middle of the dance floor, Nam-Gyu is instantly wanting to leave- how could anyone like this!? He’s shoulder to shoulder with other sweaty people who had no sense of personal space.

“Hey, eyes on me.”

Your arms are looping themselves up around his shoulders, hands placing themselves on the back of his neck. Your fingers lace into black strands of hair at the base of his neck, making him focus on you.

Sliding your hands over his shoulders and down his arms your placing his hands on your hips, “I said dance with me. Not stand there like I’ve forced you here.”

Then you giggle again, god that sound, it rushes through him at the exact time the trip hits from the pill he took at the beginning of his shift and fuck, it’s euphoric.

Ringed hands grab as your waist, digging into the fat, body beginning to loosen up. Yeah, the dance floor wasn’t so bad. “You did kinda force me here.” Nam-Gyu chuckles, pulling your front flush with his.

“Mmmm, nope I did not.” You say, playing coy and acting like you were really thinking it over, your arms looping back around his neck to their previous position, “I simply just offered you a promise of having some fun on your oh-so boring shift.”

Nam-Gyu raises his eyebrow, matching your playfulness, “Well…maybe ya’ didn’t force me…but not accepting your offer surely would have been some sort of crime and I don’t need another charge on my record, sweetheart.”

He’s bolder now, confidence rising with every second you’re pressed against him. You can see it, hear it, feel it. Timed perfectly with the music, you’re swaying your hips, rocking your body to the organ-shaking thrum of the music.

“Ooooo~~” You coo, tilting your neck a little further to keep eye contact with him, “You’re a bad boy?? I dunno if an innocent girl like me could hang out with someone like youuu.” You’re drawling your words in a sickly sweet lilt that has Nam-Gyu letting out a deep groan that’s lost under the thrumming music.

You were driving him insane. The way you move your hips against his had his mind going dizzy. The way you moved effortlessly to the music, kept him entertained and on the edge of his seat and were the embodiment of ethereal beauty- Nam-Gyu was sure you had to have some drug laced within your skin because he couldn’t get enough of you.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes and removing a hand from your hip. He moves to hold your chin, pointer finger hooking under while his thumb was pressed on your lower lip. Forcing your neck back more, he’s lowering his face down closer to yours.

“I don’t think innocent girls usually have pupils so big I can’t tell what color their eyes are.”

You suck your teeth and mirror him in rolling your eyes, “No idea whatchu are talkin’ about.”

Both of you break out into laughter, the sound fading into the music of the club. Nam-Gyu could be told he was in some wild trip right now and he’d believe it- you couldn’t be real.

The loud thrum of the bass that guided your hips was going to be the death of Nam-Gyu. You knew exactly what to do, moving against him in ways he could have never thought was possible. He could also feel the high of whatever substance he took reaching a peak, every flash of the lights and second of the music was ten times intense. He felt so, unbelievably, good.

“Y’look real cute with your pupils all blow out…” Nam-Gyu muses, keeping his grip on your chin as your bodies move in tandem, “…and all red- ohhhh you’re bad, mixing substances.”

You stick your tongue out at him, moving so one of his legs is slotted between yours, moving with him with the fluidity of water. Nam-Gyu wasn’t even sure how he knew how to dance like this- he was never on the dance floor at the club.

The lights flashed around your face, shadowing it in purple, blue and pink lights-illuminating the glitter over your eyes and scattered around chest. He could see the small beads of sweat that dripped down your neck and collected at the swell of your breasts. You were an angel dressed in sin.

Bodies moving in tandem, Nam-Gyu is entranced. Pressed tightly against him he can feel every inch of you. It’s oddly more intimate than taking you back to his home and sinking balls deep inside you.

“You gonna keep staring at me like a love sick puppy or are ya’ gonna kiss me?”

Your lips are right by his ear. Standing up on your tip-toes you’re whispering low and sweet into his ear to make sure he hears it. It’s bringing him back out of the trance of you that he seems to keep falling into.

Nam-Gyu stares blankly for a moment as you drop back down to your normal height and pull away from him, arms still hooked around his neck.

You cock your head to the side, eyes flicking to his lips then back to meet his frozen gaze, “staring like a puppy it is I guess-“

Teasing words are cut off by Nam-Gyu wrapping his arms fully around your back. Hand sliding up your spine he’s grabbing at the back of your neck and kissing you. Shutting you right up.

It’s mind numbing, your lips work against his in a wet and messy mix of lips and tongue. Large wandering hands slid up and down your back and waist, needing to feel all of it, all of you.

Bass thrumming, lights flashing, your lips molded to his in a filthy kiss- Nam-Gyu feels like he’s on cloud nine. He doesn’t even know the song that’s playing but he decides in that moment it’s his favorite now.

Oxygen needed, you both pull away breathless. Nam-Gyu doesn’t let you go far, his hand is back on the back of your head and pressing his forehead to yours.

You can feel his heaving breaths fan your face, his lips glistening with a mix of your lipgloss and spit.

“I’m gonna get your number right? I wanna see you again.”

It comes out way more desperate than Nam-Gyu wants, but as he hears the song beginning to fade into the next one- he needs to know. This can’t end. He needs more of you and the excitement that you ignite within him.

“When do you get off?”

“When we close.”

“I’ll give you my number but why don’t we do something afterwards?”

Nam-Gyu is nodding without even thinking.

“Perfect, I’ll wait at the bar ‘n when your off we can go to Waffle House.”

Now he’s seriously thrown off, you wanted to go out to eat at 3am? He did not think that’s where you were going with that.

You laugh, seeing his shock “What?! You think you’re gonna break my back in on an empty stomach. Won’t have much energy.” Looking up at him with a pout, you’re scratching at the back of his neck, tugging playfully at the dark hairs.

“You realize you might actually kill me, right?” Nam-Gyu says in a half laugh, his eyes drinking you in just like he did when he was first at the bar with you- like you’re a mythic goddess that has appeared before him in a dream.

With a tilt of your head and a cheeky grin, you’re lifting yourself back up and placing a kiss on his jaw, “Go do your closing duties and maybe we can get out of here earlier, hm?”

He looks at you, nodding with a lazy smile before he seems to mull something over, his flittering eyes widen when he thinks of the possibility of not being able to find you when his shifts up.

Somehow reading his mind, you’re speaking again, yelling over the music, “I’ll wait at the bar for you, I promise.”

And then you’re extending your pinky out to him. Nam-Gyu can’t help but to chuckle, someone like you- a personification of sin- extending your pinky out to him like a child making a promise in a sandbox on the playground.

“Alright. I’ll hold you to it.” He’s hooking his pinky around yours.

Now it was time for Nam-Gyu to see how fast he can finish the closing tasks of 4 people just so he can get out of work even a minute earlier.

Taglist: @namsgyu @nuttybeans @namgyucat @g1rlonthe3internet @reilapse @yuuumeee @thanosspills @thequeenbmulan @infinetlyforgotten @gothinlove @seaweef @lov3lycosmos @lunaryoongie @thecryingangei @dennsfz @pugh-bug @ykmeoryoudont @mari-18s-world @corrdelia @skinstickets @burningburningburnt

[arbitrarykiwi]

holy crap i am so excited for all the fics coming out when i tell you i jumped for joy

EEEE IM EXCITED TOOO 😛😛🥰🥰🥰🥰there’s a couple that are my faves further down the line that im literally vibrating im so exited to post them.

[arbitrarykiwi]

Track 2: Fine!

Se-Mi (Player 380) x Fem!Reader

── .✦ Part of Kiwi's 1k Album Event

Warnings: regular squid game level of blood and violence , anxiety issues / thoughts of death , otherwise sfw, despite being sfw this blog is 18+

If you would have known that you would have ended up here trying to get your debt straight you would have rather drowned in the crippling pressure of debt that can only grow with the never ending bills and payments you needed to survive.

Now you’re not sure if you even will survive.

Fear of death overcoming every ounce of your body and covered in blood, you still search for her.

380. Se-Mi.

You really can’t remember how you two came to form this alliance or (trauma)bond, you can’t remember not when your mind is riddled with images of corpses and viscera littering the ground. All you know is she sees more with it than you, more grounded, being around her is calming.

Step after hobbling step, you make your way over to her- spotting her by the blaring white number on the back of her jacket.

Maybe your steps were too loud or you were breathing too ragged, but she’s turning around and darting towards you before you can make it the rest of the way to her.

“Fuck?! You okay?!” She says, immediately reaching out to you and tearing the arms you hugged close to your stomach away from you, worried eyes looking over every inch of you to search for a wound.

Seeing none, and surmising that the blood all over you wasn’t yours Se-Mi is letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, “don’t scare me like that.” She shoves you playfully, a smile spreading across her face. It almost makes you forget why you’re terrified and that you’re covered in blood of possibly 30 people.

Se-Mi instantly realizes you’ve not handled the game well, rightfully so. She’s reaching out and gently grabbing your hand, “You’re fine…you’re here, okay?” With a gentle squeeze she’s taking your hand fully in hers and pulling you to her side.

“I-We..” you mumble out, “So many dead, I tried to-“

“C’mere.” Se-Mi is disregarding your ramblings. She doesn’t like seeing you like this, the only thing in her mind is distracting you, getting your wits about you enough for you to continue on. She doesn’t care how Thanos is whistling a low dog like whistle her way as she pulls you along to her bunk, away from the others.

“Sit.”

She’s spinning you around and pushing you to sit on her bunk. Standing in front of you, her ringed fingers work to fix your jacket on your shoulders properly, pulling it back over your shoulders from where it hung low and half-off. Fingers dance up your shoulders and neck, carding through your hair and flattening the wild stray strands back down.

“I thought I was alone-“

“You’ll never be lonely. You have me.” She says, “I pulled you in the room with me didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but the round after those guys pulled me away and I-“

“It all worked out. We made it out of mingle.” Se-Mi grabs your face in both hands and forces you to look at her, “You’re okay. I’m okay. Min-Su is okay.” She points over to the mentioned boy who gives a shy wave your way, “‘s all good.”

You sniffle, sucking back tears that threaten to bubble up. You nod, taking a deep breath, “mhm.” You say, agreeing with her although you know you’re lying through your teeth, you don’t really believe her. But it’s nice to pretend that everything is okay.

Se-Mi pokes your cheek, “Smile f’me, pleaseee~” she says it in such a high pitched ‘cute’ voice that it has you smiling regardless of how terrified you truly are. You laugh softly, shaking her hand off your cheek and sticking out your tongue.

“See! Much better. You have such a pretty smile.”

Your face flushes instantly when the words ring through your ears. You’re suddenly so aware of how she stands over you, so close you can smell the remnants of the perfume she wore in here mixed with blood.

You want to respond, maybe say some witty, flirty sentence back but you’re stopped by the large metal doors at the front of the room opening, pink suited guards flowing into the warehouse-like room.

“Oh. Foods here.” Se-Mi says, lightheartedly like you two weren’t prisoners in some weird death game. She turns back to you, offering her hand, “let’s go. Y’need to eat.”

Reaching up and taking her hand in yours, she’s pulling you off the bed and towards the stacked food at the front of the room. When each of you collect your food rations, you’re headed back to her bunk.

Sitting knee to knee, facing each other and hovered over the small metal boxes containing your meal, you and Se-Mi sit in a comfortable silence. Picking at your food, you’re trying to find any way to stomach eating, after all you went through you don’t have much of an appetite.

“So…if it’s that much money per person- we should just kill them off..y’know, more money faster.”

“My boy! Nam-suu! You’re a genius!”

Okay…so you listened into the conversation at the absolute worst time. Your body is going rigid and your mind is swarmed with images of the carnage you just went through and the carnage that’s to come. You try to not listen in to the conversation between 124 and 230 but the more they drone on about murdering others for more winnings the more your mind is going into a trench of anxiety.

You become overly aware that you’re covered in blood that, for better or for worse, isn’t your own. You focus in on the fact that you’re 95% likely to die given just how many people were lost to the last game. You look at Se-Mi’s hands, not able to look at her, and think about the possibility of losing the only person you bonded with here.

“Back home. What’s your favorite place to eat.”

“Hm?” Pulled out of your spiral, you shake your head, taking a large breath to try and slow your heart down. You finally look back up to the girl in front of you, giving her a tight lipped smile that tries to hide your feelings.

“I asked..” she says, reaching up to squeeze your cheeks together and shake your head teasingly, trying to lighten the mood, “What’s your favorite place to eat back home, silly girl.”

Still holding your face in her hands, she uses her other hand to poke around her bento box and pick up a pile of rice and egg and bringing it to your mouth, “Tell me after you eat though, you need to eat.”

Eyes wide and face flushed, you’re opening your mouth taking the food she feeds you gratefully. Her smile widens, metal of her lip ring digging into her plump bottom lip.

“There you gooo…atta girl.” She praises, releasing your face and watching as you chew the food. “Need your energy.”

You nod, the heat that’s blooming in your lower stomach becoming far too obvious to disregard now. Fuck, she’s so pretty. You’re sitting back, beginning to eat your own food now.

“Now you can answer my question.”

“Oh? I need your permission?”

“Mhm.” She nods, “Princess can’t even eat on her own, of course you need my permission.” Se-Mi tries to keep a straight face but the longer you two look at each other, the more both of your faces break into smiles. Soon enough both of you are laughing.

Catching your breath, you cough a little- testament how dehydrated you were. You mull her question over for a moment, thinking about it.

“There’s this really good place…” You drawl out, the more you speak the more you realize just how dry your throat is, “back home, obviously.” You laugh sardonically, making the stupid clarification like the ‘place’ you’re talking about would be in this fucked up area you were in, “Has the best fuckin’ ramen.”

Se-Mi chuckles with you, the way you’re slowly coming out of your state of shock making her heart thud rapidly against her chest. She’s glad you’re okay- okay as you can be given the circumstances.

“Oh yeah?” She responds, poking at the small metal box of food infront of her on the bed and looking up to you with a playful glint in her eyes, “bet it’s better than this.”

You snort, trying not to choke on your food- it’s weird how much humor is used as a coping mechanism. Both of you have seen horrors beyond comprehension and here you two are making fun of the food you’re being served.

“Oh so much better.” You meet her gaze and crinckle your nose teasingly, “like this shit is dog water compared to the ramen.” You laugh, poking at the eggs and rice, which weren’t terrible but murder and carnage don’t exactly make any food taste great even if it is decent to begin with.

“Stayed open till like 3am, run by this nice old lady who give little candies out.” You think about the times you went there drunk as fuck only to have the nice lady who owned the place give you free water and bread. You missed it. You haven’t even been stuck here long and you missed it like you haven’t been there in years.

You quiet for a moment, mind overrun with the reality that you might not ever get to have a warm bowl of ramen from that kind woman ever again. You’re going to die here.

“Hey.” You’re shoved lightly, looking up from your sad meal, you meet Se-Mi’s eyes. She’s smiling at you, a soft smile that makes any bit of anxiety within you freeze and crumble before it swells. “When we finish here, you’re gonna have to take me there.”

Your face heats up and you can feel a tingling sensation bloom across your body. Swallowing nervously, you’re nodding and clearing your throat, “y-yeah. Definitely.”

“What are your favorite flowers?”

The question catches you off guard, to you it has nothing to do with what you two were just talking about. Your face scrunched, you think the question over, “Spider Lillies, Daisies, carnations, ohh lavender is nice too I like the smell…why?”

Se-Mi’s smile widens impossibly when she sees she’s got you to forget about the likelihood neither of you would make it out- even if it’s just for a moment. It’s cute watching you ramble on about various plants, she can see how the cogs are still turning behind your eyes as if you’re still thinking of more to add to the list.

“Gotta have a decent gift for you for our first date, no?” She’s raising an eyebrow, looking at you through thick lashes- your heart is beating up into your throat.

A moment of silence falls between the small space you two have created in the bunk. The monotonous sounds of the hundreds of other players completely drowned out.

Maybe it’s the shit situation you find yourself in or the threat of a horrible death but you’re throwing every bit of caution to the wind. You need her. Need to feel her.

You crawl forward on the bed, tipping over the metal food boxes and reaching out to cup her face. Your lips meet hers in a shaky kiss, the cold metal of her lip ring biting into your lip. She pauses, a bit taken aback, but it’s not long before she’s falling into a rhythm. Just as desperate for you as you were for her.

Eager hands reach out for you. Se-Mi is fixing her position and laying her legs flat on the bed. She’s pulling you into her lap, one hand on your hip the other trails itself up your back to the nape of your neck, holding you still, pressing you impossibly closer to her.

She kisses you like it’s the last time she may ever get a chance to, because she might not. But,for a second as her mouth is flooded with the taste of you and she gets to feel your soft lips work against hers- she’s forgetting about where she is.

There’s no games. No voting. No death. No fear just you and her.

Every second the kiss drags on, she’s sinking deeper into you, becoming enveloped in your warmth and taste. When she feels you arch into her, your hands running up the back of her neck to tug on the short black strands, she’s sighing into your mouth.

Blunt nails dig into your hip and into your hair, only serving to make you crave more of her. Her tongue running along your bottom lip you’re letting her tongue roam into your mouth without any fight.

Your mind is spinning, your heart is thrumming, and you can’t stop. For once since you’ve been here you finally feel a resemblance of humanity. Instead of thinking of death and the deep fear you harbor in this fucked up place, you’re thinking about her- where you want to take her, things you want to do to her, how you want to have her by your side for the rest of your life.

Se-Mi is the first one to pull away, lips glistening with your saliva. She’s panting, face flushed, eyes lidded.

“N-not here…” Se-Mi huffs, more to herself than you, forehead pressed against yours, chest heaving. She nuzzles her nose against yours, hands loosening their grip like if she kept squeezing you and feeling your plush skin under her skin she’d lose all restraint.

As much as she wanted to, and fuck, did she want to. This experience she’s shared with you has made her realize just how badly she wants you- and not just sexually. She wanted all of you, the good the bad, the verison of you that was out of here. If she was going to experience you like that- it had to be special.

You nod, agreeing with her despite how badly you also wanted it. You wanted to feel all of her- free of the uncomfortable fabric of the numbered tracksuits, 400 some odd people around you and threat of death.

“I’m scared.” You huff out, voice soft and creaky.

“I know…I’ll be with you though. We’ll get out of here go to that ramen place and then we’ll take a nice trip, how’s that sound?”

“You saw how I handled the last game Se-Mi, I-I don’t know if I can do it.”

“You’ll be okay.” Her voice wraps around you like a warm blanket, the tension in your muscles loosening. Her thumb brushes along your bottom lip as if she’s trying to engrave each line into her memory, “You made it through everything up until now- ‘s pretty kickass.” She laughs, eyes darting around your face.

“I-“ you choke on your words, mind filled with thoughts of her- her sent, the feeling of her and on your face or thumb on your lip- “What if you die. I’ll be alone.”

The words make Se-Mi’s face sour slightly, the idea more realistic than she would have liked. Sucking in a deep breath she’s removing her hand from your face and grabbing your shoulders. She’s turning you around and situating herself against the wall the bed sits against, pulling you with her.

You fall back against her chest, her thighs caging you in. Her arms sing themselves over your shoulders and rest over your chest, hands clasping together and pulling you flush to her, “Enough of that.”

Her cheek is nuzzling into your hair Se-Mi is signing, trying to get rid of the feeling of the looming threat of death, “You’re here now…” she says, her voice quieter and muffled against your hair, “with me.” She says shaking you side to side.

Your frown breaks out into a smile, you’re reaching a hand up to grab at her arm, thumb brushing small circles over the track suit jacket. Leaning further back into her, your head kicks back against her chest and shoulder.

“You’re alive. You’re fine. You’ll never be lonely. Not as long as I’m around, ‘n I’m not going anywhere.” Se-Mi coos into your ear, cheek pressed into your hair, “Imma be with you every step of the way ‘n we both gotta get out of here so you can take me to that ramen place you were taking about, yeah?”

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Track 1: Talk Too Much

Min-Su (Player 125) x Fem!Reader

── .✦ Part of Kiwi's 1k Album Event

Warnings: pretty much all fluff , weed smoking , sfw , despite being sfw this blog is 18+

Min-Su absolutely did not want to go to this little get together Thanos was hosting. The second he got the obnoxious little ping of Thanos’s text tone in the group chat- he was already rolling his eyes and groaning at his phone.

He could really be doing…well, literally anything else. He just picked up that new book from that one series he was reading, he could start that! Or even try to beat that one level of that damn game Nam-Gyu got him hooked on. Point being- he didn’t want to go over to Thanos and Nam-Gyu’s apartment to sit in the sickly thick cloud of weed smoke while Thanos try’s to freestyle.

Sure, Se-Mi was going to be there, she already responded to the group chat saying she’d be ‘pulling up in a couple hours’. But was Se-Mi really enough of a buffer? He already had a shit week, he wasn’t sure if he could deal with a group hang out. No amount of weed could ease the annoyance that would bring.

Subconsciously already deciding not to go, Min-Su is rolling his eyes once more and tossing his phone off to the side. Maybe if he just doesn’t answer, they’d get the hint he wasn’t for it tonight.

He hears his phone ping off a particular alert, Se-Mi’s text tone.

Sitting up and grabbing his phone, assuming it was some incentive she had for him to come alone, Min-Su is fully ready to decline whatever offer she had.

But the offer he reads was one he was not expecting and quite literally the only offer he could never bring himself to turn down.

‘You come. I’ll bring my roommate.’

Suddenly he’s hopping off his bed and grabbing his keys.

He really didn’t want to go out but the promise of seeing you had his heart already racing. Min-Su could never tire of you. Any conversation he found himself having with you was so enthralling that you two would spend hours at a time just talking about anything and everything.

You would let him rant about school, the newest video game he was playing or even the boring ass thesis paper he had to do for his class. You would get this look in your eyes that would almost throw him into a trance of talking more- shining eyes, pretty smile. And you’d always let out the softest, ‘mhm’s’ before you’d ask a question that seemed like it was specifically asked to get him down a deeper rabbit hole of a rant (it was)

You would say you like when talks- something he normally hated doing around his normal group. You would look at him not through him. Yeah, he had to fucking suck it up and deal with Thanos and Nam-Gyu.

Min-Su tries to time it right, calculating the amount of time it would take for you and Se-Mi to leave your shared apartment, to drive to Thanos and Nam-Gyu’s and to get settled in before he arrives. The less time he as alone with the Nam-Gyu and Thanos the better.

And apparently he needs to study more for his calculus final becuase when Min-Su shows up to the apartment and knocks on the door only Thanos and Nam-Gyu greet him. He tries to be positive, maybe you and Se-Mi are inside the smoke filled apartment and waiting for him. He knows better though, any time you were already there you’d meet him at the door with the widest smile on your face- eyes already tinged red and giggling excitedly.

You and Se-Mi weren’t there. He’d have to deal with these two alone for a bit.

Making his way into the more than familiar apartment and shrugging off Thanos who tried to bring him into a bone crushing hug, Min-Su is hoping and praying you and Se-Mi would arrive soon.

“Min-Su!!! Mah boyyyy!!!” Thanos shouts above the music Nam-Gyu had queued up on the TV, “I’m surprised you decided to come to! You said you had a psychic test or somethin’ coming up.”

“Physicis.” Min-Su corrects, eyeing the joint in Thanos’s hand. He wasn’t usually one to smoke but to deal with this…he might need some of the flowery substance.

Seeing Min-Su look more than 3 seconds at the blunt in his hand, Thanos is shoving it his way and wrapping an arm around his shoulder, “All for you, Min-Suuuu~” Thanos coos in a sing song voice, smile widening as the smaller male takes a hit and begins to cough a bit.

“But seriously. I wasn’t expecting you to show up!” Thanos says releasing Min-Su and walking over to the fridge in the kitchen, searching for a beer.

“‘S cause his lil’ girlfriend is coming too.” Nam-Gyu is making his appearance, rounding the corner and grinning like a cat, knowing he just opened a can of worms Min-Su did not want to address around Thanos.

Thanos is whipping around and looking at Min-Su with his jaw dropped and eyes wide, “Your girlfriend?!?” Thanos says, trying to remember the last time Min-Su even spoke about a girl, “Since fucking when do you have a girlfriend!?”

Min-Su has no time to respond before Nam-Gyu is barking out a laugh, “He doesn’t have a girlfriend dumbass! Fuckin’ Se-Mi’s roommate. He’s gotta lil weird crush on her.”

Thanos’s jaw seems to drop more, “You what?! O-ohhh my god how did I not see that?!” The purple haired rapper is slamming the fridge door shut and bounding over to where Min-Su had made himself comfortable on the couch. Painted nails clap themselves over his shoulders and shake him back and forth, making Min-Su cough on his hit once again.

“I dunno, ‘s kinda fucking obvious. And weirdly enough she likes him too. Fucker’s just too dense to realize it.” Nam-Gyu grumbles, snatching the blunt out of Min-Su’s hand and plopping himself down on the couch next to him.

Min-Su’s mind is going haywire, were you really interested in him?! I mean sure, you two could talk and talk for hours and you were always so nice to him- but that didn’t mean you liked him right?

Fucking hell, he was acting like a middle schooler. His mind is speeding a million miles per minute, overthinking every interaction he’s ever had with you and wondering if he could just get the balls to ask you out. His mind is about to go down a spiral, a rapid onslaught of anxious ‘what-if’s’

“Min-Su!”

It wasn’t Nam-Gyu or Thanos’s voice. It was yours.

Coming back to reality, Min-Su sees you and Se-Mi standing in the living room. You two probably arrived when he was trying to distract himself from Thanos and Nam-Gyu’s teasing.

“Oh hey.” He says, straight face slowly morphing into a smile. Min-Su is sitting up straight on the couch and beginning to stand up. He needs to say hi to you properly!

You beat him to it, brushing past Thanos to make your way to your spot- next to Min-Su. You’re plopping down on the cushion next to him and tucking your feet up onto the couch, curling into your spot next to him.

“It’s been too long!” That pretty smile he loves so much is stretched across your face. You look at him like he’s the only one in the room, not even paying much attention to Thanos or Nam-Gyu who are now very obviously behind you making blowjob motions to Min-Su.

Shooting the two of them a glare before looking back to you, agitated look immediately melting into a mirrored smile, “Y-Yeah it has.”

You’ve completely disregarded the teasing ‘ooooh’s’ and ‘ahh’s’ of Nam-Gyu and Thanos. Hell, you didn’t even flinch at the echoing slaps that ring out when Se-Mi swats the duo’s head with a hushed ‘shut the fuck up.’

You simply prop your elbow up on the back of the couch and rest your cheek in your palm, going on with your conversation, “how’d that civics exam go? I ‘member you had that one midterm the last time I saw you.”

Fuck, and there you go again just talking to him. You seem genuinely interested, bringing up that stupid test he took weeks ago. Maybe you’re just being kind? I mean, it’s normal to check in with friends and their tests!

“It went well, I got a 92 I think, could have done be-“

“Min su! Shut up! A 92?! That’s insane!” You cut him off before he could get the slightest bit of self deprecation out, your wide eyes showing a genuine excitement that makes him feel higher than any of the weed he’s smoked so far. “Ugh!!! You’re so smart, I dunno how you do it.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, “ahh, it’s really nothing. I’m just interested in the classes.” It’s dismissive, something that makes you roll your eyes and kiss your teeth.

“Ya gotta be more proud of yourself! Nothin’ wrong with a lil hubris.” Min-Su can’t help but smile at your words, beginning to laugh along with you. You always did that, made him loosen up. Your presence was addicting and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Moving a little closer, you’re making sure your thighs touch his. Se-Mi had promised you that Min-Su returned your crush so when you tagged along to the group get together, you had only one thing in mind- talking to Min-Su.

You adored him. It was so cute how he would need to warm up to you almost anytime he saw you- starting with short but kind responses and then morphing into conversations. If you got him talking, Min-Su would ramble on passionately about his studies or hobbies. When he got comfortable, anxiety waining, with a wide smile he would go on and on about whatever you steered the conversation towards.

You remember one time he apologized for talking too much, you’re pretty sure you drilled it in his head that he could never talk too much around you- telling him over and over how much you adored him and his talking.

As the night goes on and more and more blunts get passed around, the laughter just continues. All of you have gone through at least six card games, the remnants of uno and blackjack still spread out on the coffee table. Board games little the floor, half played and forgotten once all of you realized you were a little too high to deal with complicated rules.

Moving on to some other form of entertainment, the gaming console was booted up and all five of you were crowded around the TV. With how foggy the room was, thick with smoke from what seems to be the 10th blunt of the night, the TV casts a vibrant color through the haze- the sounds of the next Mario Kart game ringing out.

“Sooo you been playing any new video games?” Your head falls to Min-Su’s shoulder, making him jump a little as he rips his eyes away from the intense battle between Se-Mi and Nam-Gyu on rainbow road. He turns his head towards you slightly, drawing in a shaky breath when he realizes your closeness.

“Mhm…a couple.” He says, voice soft, body tense. You nuzzle your head into his shoulder, trying to ease his tension, “tell me about ‘em” you respond, nudging his side playfully.

“Ahh,I really don’t want to bore you, you know how I can get, I’ll start ranting and make your ears bleed.”

“I like it when you talk.”

It’s such a simple thing for you to say but it makes Min-Su feel so much. He’s well aware his friend group wasn’t the best, Nam-Gyu and Thanos often talked over him. If Se-Mi wasn’t there he was quiet for the most of their hangouts. He never really cared that much because in all honesty, his mind worked so fast he often would rather sit in his own thoughts then join in on the conversation (more often than not, it was about something unbelievably dumb so Min-Su was best not joining in)

“What do you wanna know?” Min-Su says, shifting, turning more towards you and leaning his back on the arm rest of the couch. “Given me an opening so broad I’m not sure where to start. You’re gonna get me going on for hours.”

Then he laughs. Not a nervous or anxious laugh but a genuine, boisterous laugh that even makes you being to giggle along with him. No longer feeling the need to be in a protective bubble of sorts, he’s just happy to be around you.

Then he just talks. He almost becomes a different person, maintaining eye contact he begins to tell you all about this hard level he just had beaten before he came here. He talks with his hands, his movements becoming more emphasized the longer he talks- falling into a deep rabbit hole of discussing interests he hadn’t been able to discuss at length.

And you just listen. Nodding along to his words adding small little surprised ‘oohhh’s’ or ‘mhm’s’, genuinely entranced with the knowledge he seems to be bestowing upon you about this game you honestly forgotten the name of already. He’s so endearing when he opens up like this, reaching out and grabbing your thigh to shake you when he’s overly excited or grab your hand to mimic a motion he had to do with the controller.

This is the Min-Su you adore, the inner him that he often didn’t let out.

“You should play with me sometime-“ Min-Su nearly chokes on his words when he realizes just what he says. Were you gonna take it weird?! Did he say something stupid?! His mind is reeling, apparently this strain Thanos had them all smoking made his anxiety worse, so much worse.

“I mean, like…if you want- if not I can just send you a link to the game and you can play it that way y-you don’t have to play with me exactly-“

You don’t even here most of his ramblings, you’re fixated fully on him. Dark eyes a little bit hazy from the blunt, hair falling over his eyebrows creating shadows that contour his face, plump lips being wet by his pink tongue- fuck, he looks so good.

“I’m- fuck I’m sorry, I’m rambling. If I’m talking too much, just shut me up. I just-“ Min-Su’s eyes once again dart around anxiously.

Face reddened and becoming overly aware of how close you two were, sat facing each other with knees touching. He can smell your perfume. It’s so strong it over takes the acrid smell of weed that lingers in the apartment.

Not caring about anyone else in the room, you’re grabbing his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you.

“Min-Su.” You say is name in a calm purr, trying to get him to focus back on you.

When he finally looks back to you, you make your move. Pressing your lips to his, you hold him still in your hands. You can feel the way his body goes rigid with surprise, you’re almost positive his eyes are wide open.

Rubbing a thumb across his cheek, he eases into the kiss- still nervous but you can feel his lips begin to move slowly against yours. Each movement uneasy, like he’s scared he’d fuck everything up.

It’s soft, slow, gentle. Min-Su is overwhelmed with the taste of you, your strawberry lipgloss coating his lips with each brush against yours.

Pulling away slowly, your hand remains on his cheek. Eyes fluttering open, you’re met with a blushing Min-Su.

“I’d love to play the game with you, silly.” You say, thumb wiping off the remnants of your lip gloss that’s left, “Better yet why don’t you come over this weekend and we can play split screen- I actually just bought the DLC for the new update.”

You knew the game you let him ramble on about. You just let him go on and on about mechanics of a game you already played and now you’re asking him to come over to your house to play it?!

“Did they lace the weed?”

You look at him incredulously, “I’m sorry, what?”

“No like…they laced this. They had to. I’m dreaming.” He says with a soft laugh of disbelief. Genuinely beginning to think he was going insane and or he had fo be dreaming.

You bark out a laugh and shake your head, “Not laced. I smoked the same shit and I’m all good! High as fuck but ‘m chill.”

You rub your thumb over his cheek one more time before dropping your hands to your lap and leaning in close to him, noses almost touching, “I wanna spend time with you. I would love to play that game with you. You aren’t dreaming and this is real.”

You place another quick, gentle kiss to his lips, “That make it real enough?” You tease.

Min-su nods slowly, still in an odd state of shock this is how his night turned out, “Yeah..” he mutters bashfully, “and I-if I’m talking to much can you do that again?”

You giggle, reaching to grab his face once more. Kiss after kiss, you pepper his face with your lips before kissing him properly. “I’ll do it whenever you want.”

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What time tomorrow are you dropping your first story? (I’m sorry I’m just really excited)

😛😛😛

Omg heeyyyyy !!! I’m over here just giggling that people are hype for the event!!!

I’m planning to drop them sometime between 9am-12pm est every day - I’m tryin to plan it to where when I get off of work I’ll be awake for a bit to see everyone’s reactions and interact while it’s fresh😭

Buttttt lowkey….i kinda wanna drop the first one at midnight the 30th cause im also so excited

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whats ur 90 in a 35

Anything by Kreayshawn??? Oh bitch WE FLOATING!!!!

(I was so excited to answer this)

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Gooner! Seo-wan who watches a lot of hentai and gooner shit with inexperienced! Reader who doesnt know much about sex except for the biological reason of it so he teaches her things :3..

Gooner!Kim Seo Wan x innocent!fem!reader

18+ content ahead ! ||smut, cumplay, goonerism, virginity loss (sorta), guided masturbation, corruption kink, blowjob, praise, obsession

You were only joking when you said it.

Offhand. Casual. Curled up on his bed with your knees to your chest, one of your socks slipping halfway down your ankle.

“I don’t really get porn,” you said. “I mean, I’ve never watched it.”

Seo-wan had looked up from his laptop so fast you thought he pulled something.

“You’ve never—like, ever?”

You shook your head. “I mean, I know what it is. But… I don’t know. I’ve just never really needed to, I guess? I only know what they taught us in health class.”

His ears went red. He dropped his gaze to his keyboard.

“Oh,” he said, a little breathless. “That’s… cool.”

You didn’t think much of it at the time. He changed the subject.

But after that? He never forgot. Not for a second.

It takes about a week for him to crack.

You’re back at his place. It’s late, and he’s jittery, playing with the drawstring of his hoodie like he’s about to confess to murder. You can see the shine of his computer screen reflected in his glasses. It’s paused on some anime girl bent over a desk, pink ribbons and a gag in her mouth.

“Hey,” he blurts. “You still… like, haven’t watched anything?”

You blink at him. “What?”

“Porn. Stuff.” His voice cracks on the word. He clears his throat. “You said you never touched yourself before, right?”

You flush instantly. “I didn’t say that.”

“Okay, but like—implied it.” He shifts on the bed, chewing at his thumbnail. “I mean, I just… if you ever wanted to know stuff, like what people do or what it looks like or how to… y’know… feel good—”

He cuts off, rubs his palms on his thighs like he’s sweating.

“I could show you.”

You stare.

He fumbles. “I-I don’t mean like have sex! I just—like—show you what it is, what people like, what feels good, and—and you could ask questions or touch stuff—fuck, not me, unless you wanted—fuck—I mean—”

You giggle, and his face burns red.

“Okay,” you say softly. “You can show me.”

The room smells like body spray, stale lotion, and faintly of cum. You’re not sure how you know what that last one smells like, but you do. His monitor glows pink in the dark. There’s a hentai girl frozen on the screen, arms tied behind her back, tears streaming down her face.

Seo-wan clears his throat and skips to another video. You catch a glimpse of the title: Slutty Mage Gets Her Holes Stuffed Until She Can’t Speak. You gulp.

He looks at you shyly. “Is this… too much?”

You shake your head. Your thighs are pressed tight. “No. Just… intense.”

He exhales like he’s relieved. His mouse clicks again, and sound floods the room—wet slapping, squeals, moaning. He opens another tab. Then another. There’s a whole folder labeled Twitter Hentai. Another called Gooner Material Vol. 6.

“How much porn do you watch?” you whisper.

He pushes his glasses up his nose. “I’m a gooner, baby.”

You blink.

“I edge like, three times a day,” he says shamelessly, palming himself through his sweatpants. “Sometimes more. I don’t even nut half the time. Just like… get dumb and watch shit. Think about you.”

Your stomach flips. “Me?”

“You said you’d never touched yourself. That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

He leans closer.

“Do you wanna try it?” he asks softly. “I’ll walk you through it. I’ll be good, promise. Just wanna see you feel good.”

You hesitate. Then slowly, you nod.

He starts by getting you comfortable. His desk chair’s rolled aside, and you’re sitting in his lap on the bed, knees apart, panties still on beneath your skirt. Hentai moans echo from the laptop. Seo-wan is hard under you—very hard—but not pushing. Just rubbing your back and murmuring in your ear.

“Start by rubbing here,” he says, guiding your hand down. You whimper when his fingers press yours against the center of your panties. It’s already warm. Wet.

“Oh,” you breathe.

He groans. “You’re so wet already, fuck. And you didn’t even know it?”

You shake your head.

He smiles, deranged. “Cute.”

He slides your fingers beneath the fabric, presses them to your clit.

“There. Right there,” he whispers. “Slow little circles. Like this—yeah, that’s it.”

You moan without meaning to. It’s overwhelming. Pleasure you didn’t know existed floods your core. He’s jerking himself off slowly beside you, breath hot against your neck.

“Good girl,” he pants. “Look at you. Fuck. Already twitching.”

“I-it’s a lot—”

“I know, baby. That’s how it’s supposed to feel. Just let it build. That’s your clit. She’s sensitive, huh? You’re doing so good for me.”

You rut into your own hand, shaky, moaning soft and high.

“Keep going. Wanna see you cream on those pretty fingers. C’mon, baby. Let go.”

It hits you out of nowhere—your whole body tightens, hips jerking, your thighs trembling as you cum for the first time in your life. Gasping. Stunned.

“Oh my god—!”

He growls. “There it is. Fuck, look at that.”

Your fingers twitch in the aftermath, slick and glistening.

Seo-wan grabs your wrist gently. Brings your hand to his mouth.

He moans when he licks it.

“Jesus fuck,” he groans, tongue dragging between your knuckles. “You taste so good. So fucking sweet. I’m gonna think about this every time I jerk off.”

Your head spins.

“Do you wanna see how I do it?” he asks hoarsely.

You nod.

He leans back, legs spread, cock flushed and leaking. “Watch closely, baby.”

He strokes himself slow at first, narrating for you like he’s teaching a class.

“You see this part? That’s the tip. It’s the most sensitive.”

“You gotta grip tight, but not too tight. Stroke down… then twist a little on the way up…”

“Fuck, just talking about it’s making me close.”

His abs flex. His thighs tremble.

He turns to you, voice wrecked. “Wanna taste?”

You blink. “Taste what?”

He strokes faster. “Me.”

You crawl down, hesitating. He guides your hand to the base of his cock.

“Start with licks,” he pants. “Just the tip. Yeah—fuck, baby, that’s perfect.”

You lick shyly, then again, bolder. His whole body shudders.

“Open your mouth for me. Just a little—mmph, fuck—that’s it. So fucking pretty.”

He thrusts shallowly into your mouth. You gag and he moans louder.

“Too much?”

You shake your head. “Wanna try again.”

“God, good girl. Take your time. You’re doing so fucking well for your first time. Didn’t know you’d be such a natural.”

You suck harder, letting your tongue glide along the underside. He’s falling apart, muttering “fuckfuckfuck” under his breath.

“Gonna cum—fuck, baby, you sure?”

You nod, eyes wide, mouth still full of him.

He spills seconds later with a loud, broken groan, hips twitching as he paints your tongue and lips. Some lands on your cheek. Your lashes.

“Fuck,” he gasps, chest heaving. “You’re so perfect. So fucking perfect.”

After, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, flushed and dazed.

Seo-wan grins, eyes glassy behind his fogged-up glasses.

“…Wanna do it again?”

You laugh, breathless. “I think I might.”

He smiles.

“Baby, I’m ready when you are, just ask.”

A/n: Seo wan the typa dude to get caught by his homeboys commenting "sauce? 👀" under those vids on tiktok or ig reels w a clip of a hentai or porn in it💔

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namgyu the typa guy to have you pressed under him on your stomach with his hand wrapped around your neck to angle your head up towards him so he can spit in your mouth anytime your mouth opens with silent moans and gasps.

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Kiwi's 1k Album

: ̗̀➛ Album Summary: YAHOOOOO YOU AMAZING MFS GOT ME TO 1K!!!!! ITS TIME TO CELEBRATE!!!

after starting this blog to just get my thoughts out, it has turned into something I couldn’t have imagined! What was originally just a place for me to distract myself from life turned into a community I am eternally thankful for. thanks to all of you I have made it to 1,000 followers!! As a thank you, for !!10 days straight!! I will be releasing a series of drabbles based off of some of my favorite songs.

Tracks 1-5 are fluff based one shots, relatively sfw and overall just some tooth rotting fluff. Tracks 6-10 are smut based one shots! Tracks are labeled per character for convenience :)

Track one will release on 7/30 :3

As they roll out, fics will be linked here as a main masterlist for the event. The number in which they appear on the track list will be the order in which they release.

Again, thank you all so very much for your support!!! I love seeing everyone’s reactions to what I put out, your support means so much to me! your requests are what keep this blog going. I genuinely could not do this without yall. You all have made this a fucking amazing community I’m proud to be a part of! Much love always!! <3 kiwi

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Track 1 ── .✦ Talk Too Much

(Min-Su)

Track 2 ── .✦ Fine!

(Se-Mi)

Track 3 ── .✦ Hella Good

(Nam-Gyu)

Track 4 ── .✦ Pretty Lies

(Thanos)

Track 5 ── .✦ Into the Sun

(Thanos + Nam-Gyu)

Track 6 ── .✦ Sorbet

(Min-Su Smut)

Track 7 ── .✦ Hush Hush

(Se-Mi Smut)

Track 8 ── .✦ Foxglove

(Nam-Gyu Smut)

Track 9 ── .✦ Runway Walk

(Thanos Smut)

Track 10 ── .✦ Dirty Mind

(Thanos + Nam-Gyu Smut)

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not a request just wanted to say i love your writing so much and how you write nam-gyu

I’ve reread “needa fix?” A few times it might actually be my favourite fic ever ?? it’s perfect

oh I don’t think it’s actually on your Masterlist though

thank you for your service to us nam gooners 💕✨👏🏻👏🏻

Needa fix was one of my faves to write!!! 😩😩 I’m so glad you like it. The fact people actually reread the stuff I put out makes me so happy???

I’m almost 100% positive from needa fix onward I haven’t updated my masterlist 😭😭 I’m so buns at keeping up with it! I plan to update it when I’m off work soon!!

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these x readers you write are so amazing the description is so vivid kisses you on the mouth

omg !!! you’re so sweet🥹🥹🥹 when are we making out nasty style

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pls I’m begging on my hands and knees I NEED sub Thanos that man is NOTTTT a top pls pls pls

I like the way you think anon🤓🤓. I don’t think I’ve written for sub!thanos so I saw this and had to give it a shot! The idea of strapping that man tf down makes my penits hard

Warnings: smut (18+) , pegging , orgasm denial / edging , doggy style , sub!thanos , read at your own risk

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Not a single fucking person could guess that the egotistical, big, bad Thanos was not the dominant one in his relationship with you.

And even if they assumed maybe he was less dominant than the overwhelming personality he gives off to the public- they most certainly would not have thought it would be to the extent it was.

But in the dynamic you two had- the Legend, Thanos was most certainly not the dominant one in bed.

“Hhhhgh- fuuuckk s’too muchhh~” his face buried in one of the pillows on the bed, the rapper is reduced to a drooling heap under your onslaught of viscous pounding.

“Too much?” You’re laughing from behind him, hands gripping at his ass and spreading him oh so wide, watching as you push deeper into his tight hole, “you were the one begging for it like a slut the whole drive home.”

You let out a low moan, fixated on how he grips the strap as you draw your hips back- hole greedily trying to suck you back in deeper, “and you’re sucking me right back in..s’not too much…” you purse your lips and spit a fat glob of your saliva down the valley of his ass.

Thanos whimpers below you, knees threatening to give out. “…you’re jus’ complainin’.”

There’s something about the way you say it like a reprimand. Like you know he can do better- it has his cock jumping and leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. He’s so hard it hurts, balls heavy with the orgasm you’ve denied him of three times so far.

“F-fuck pleaseeee~” he’s not even sure what he’s begging for at this point, he’s smart enough to know you’re not gonna let him cum anytime soon. He just needs more. Drooling into the pillow, he’s fucked stupid at this point.

There’s just something about feeling your smaller frame curled around his larger one, hips snapping and driving the thick silicone cock into his ass, that makes Thanos go crazy.

He’s not the one in control. He’s not the big bad rapper that’s getting into pointless arguments because he knows the losers will back down scared of him. Noooooo, right now he’s your personal fuck toy. And that’s exactly how he wants it. He’s arching his back more, ass pressing back against you desperately seeking more.

“Ugh…” you scoff, almost sounding disinterested, your hands round the swell of his ass to grip at his small waist, “what are you even begging for? Hm?” Your thrusts pick up, his ass slamming against your thighs in loud slaps, “you’re already leaking all over the sheets.”

“C-can’t help it- fuckkkk- need to cum so bad…” He whines, calling out your name in a squeaky gasp, “y-you’re fucking me s-soooo good.” His words become jumbled and jolt in time with your pummeling thrusts.

You rake your nails down his back, over the large tattoo of his own name that covers the entirety of him.

“Mhmmm, ‘course I am…” you purr, leaning further over him, “I know just what you want don’t I?? Always do…” you’re slowing your thrusts down, sinking alllll the way in his tight hole and grinding into him, eliciting pathetic whimpers from your boyfriend.

“Yesyesyes, goddammit!!!” Nose scrunched and lips drawing into a snarl, Thanos is growling. It’s a depraved, raw, animalistic sound that has your pussy dripping around the part of the strap harness that runs between your legs. “So, so, so, fucking good.”

Fucking himself back against you, he’s bowing his back into a vicious arch and throwing his head back. Each moan, whine, and whimper that falls from his lips no longer muffled by the feathery pillow.

“You’re gonna make me cum s’fuckin hard- s’fucking deeeeeppp.” Another long, drawn out growl. Your sadistic grin twists up and grows tenfold. One hand grabbing at his hair, closing a fist around messy purple strands your yanking him up further.

Your other hand comes down on his ass in a rough slap! A handprint shaped welt already blooming along his skin. You glide your hand inward, four fingers splayed on his lower back, your thumb is dipping downwards and tracing around where his abused hole takes your purple strap.

Why not try something new? You’re thinking.

You’re adding pressure, thumb digging into the thick ring of muscle. You nearly cum from the sound Thanos makes. Feeling the added pressure of your thumb, a creaky, downright wrecked sob of your name is pulled from his lips.

You continue, biting your lip and groaning at the way you feel the slightest bit of resistance that quickly dissipates- his puckering entrance sucking your thumb in along with the strap.

“Goddammmmnnnn.” You let out in a low, taunting whistle, “didn’t know you were such a whore for being stretched, baby~”

Mouth hung open and eyes rolled so far back in his head you’re sure he can see his own skull, Thanos can’t respond.

When you reach one hand around and grab his cock tears are starting to well in his eyes, it feels so fucking good.

“Yesyesyessss- fuck!- just like thatttttt.” His movements are so sloppy now, poor thing can’t decide if he wants to fuck his leaking cock into your hand or fuck himself back on the strap and force the thick silicone deeper in him.

Tits pressed to his sweaty back your lips are brushing along the shell of his ear, “yeah? That the spot? You love taking my cock don’t you?”

A desperate cry comes from his lips, head nodding frantically, “mmhmmm- love it s’much- g-gonna fucking cummmm” baring his teeth and clenching his core, he’s trying to hold out- he doesn’t want this to end.

“Gonna make a big mess f’me?”

Again he’s nodding, writhing below you and choosing to fuck his throbbing cock into your tight fist, you can feel how his balls tighten up, bumping against the bottom of your hand. With the bulbous head of your strap bumping roughly against his prostate, he’s not lasting much longer.

He’s cumming hard. The big, bad, Legend Thanos is falling forward and sobbing into the pillow, spilling his load all over your hand and the bed below you too. He’s mumbling out shaky ‘thank you’s and jerking his over stimulated cock into your hand.

It’s a lot. So much. You can feel the heat of each individual rope coat your knuckles and drop down to the bed with a hot, wet plop.

And even as he’s spent, body twitching violently underneath you- he’s the one beginning to fuck back against you.

Head lifting off the pillow, he’s looking over your shoulder and giving you a shit-eating grin, “hope that’s not all ya got sweetheart. I’m sure you can do better than that….”

Balls drained and cock so sensitive it’s nearly painful, Thanos still wants to go again. Yeah, he’s such a whore for your strap.

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Taglist: @namsgyu @nuttybeans @namgyucat @g1rlonthe3internet @reilapse @yuuumeee @thanosspills @thequeenbmulan @infinetlyforgotten @gothinlove @seaweef @lov3lycosmos @lunaryoongie @thecryingangei @dennsfz @pugh-bug @ykmeoryoudont @mari-18s-world @corrdelia @skinstickets

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i need hyun-ju to womanhandle me

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HEY SO WHAT. HEYYY SO WHATTTTTTTT. HEY. SO. WHAT??!!! HEY. SO FUCKING. WHAATTTTT OH MY GOD!!!?????

TRYING NOT TO START CRYING AT WORK BECAUSE THIS MEANS SO MUCH???????? THANK YOU ALL SO MYCH??!?!!!???

GET READY FOR SOMETHING SPECIAL AS A CELEBRATION CAUSE THIS IS INSANE

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Wiwi’s Tunes - pt. 2

Time for another installment of my montly tunes I’ve been bangin!!

again if this is something you’re not interested in plz feel free to mute the tag n I’ll see you when I post my next fic <3

G-Get Up and Dance! - ts went triple platinum in my older brothers Cadillac when he’d pick me up from school in 2010. If you like 3Oh!3, you’d fucks with this heavy.

BOUTTA CASHEW- god. I can’t say enough about this song. this is my 90 in a 30. my white knuckling the steering wheel and screaming until my throat hurts. If you were a scene kid back in the day, he used to be in the band attack attack! Sooo if you ‘member them you should check he out !

Catch Me Outside 2 - call me basic for this one but the SECOND ski dropped the snippet of this before he released it I was listening to it over and over on tiktok like a fiend. ski and his whole discography carried my highschool playlist.