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Nam-gyu feels like the kinda guy to really love your laugh. And not even in the it makes him feel good about himself nah it gets him going. Like oh? You found that funny? You laugh so pretty he could drop his pants right there and then. But he's got enough sense than to do that in a public setting, mostly.

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Sick!Nam-gyu x reader

Off of hiatus?? Maybe??

This request was due longgggg ago so I'm doing it now, sorry!!

This must be the end. The room felt like it was spinning and any coherent thought he could muster was met up with some distant echo. The stuffy nose and puffy eyes he was currently sporting weren't helping either. It was like he was on some bad trip but worst.

This is what he gets for deciding to not have his hay fever tablets like you hadn't repeatedly told him so. Turns out toughing it out wasn't good enough. He rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue just imagining your triumphant smirk if you saw him like this. He'd rather fester up a life ending parasite and rot in this crappy, balmy apartment than hear you say "I told you so" right now.

But wishful thinking clearly isn't enough as he hears the door to his apartment unlock with the soft jangle of keys. He was seriously regretting giving you a spare, he really didn't want you seeing him like this. All he could do though was lie atop his sheets, limbs spread wide as the summer afternoon began to set and your socked footsteps padded towards his door. Usually he'd be at work about now... he'd make an excuse later.

He forces himself to sit up when he heard you start to open the door, not wanting to look too pathetic and give you more reason to nag him. Even if he'd love to rest up against you and complain all he liked about how shitty he felt.

"Figured, they asked me why you weren't at work today."

And there you were, leaning against his doorframe utterly unsurprised and a slight teasing lilt to your voice. He'd savour it if it wasn't for the banging headache he had. Not even having enough energy to heave a scoff he looks at you deadpan.

"I'm not in the mood right now [Name].

"Yeah no shit look at yourself."

What would usually sound mocking coming from your lips sounded more concerned than anything, but you couldn't help but think he looked just a little cute with his body all flushed and lips pouted slightly.

You realise he's feeling worse than he wants to show you when he doesn't even protest, instead sighing bitterly as he starts to swing his legs over the side of the bed when you stop him with an outstretched hand.

"And where are you going?" You asked with an unimpressed raise of your eyebrow.

"Work... m'gonna be late."

Rolling your eyes you approach where he sits on the bed, placing your hand to his forehead which is sweltering hot and sweaty, not missing how he seems to sink into the bed, shoulders slumping slightly at the gesture. You frown slightly at the fact he was going to force himself to go to work just to prove you wrong, but it was also sort of funny...you won't say that now though, he might ignore you for a couple days.

"You're already late Nam, forget it. You should just call in sick."

He grumbled dramatically at the suggestion, he really needed the money but you had a point. He'd be far from useful at Club Pentagon if he couldn't even muster to at least act like he was doing okay.

After contemplating for a moment, sniffing shortly he turns his head towards you with red glassy eyes.

"Fine... call 'em for me?"

You give him a soft grin at his words, standing up with a decisive hum, "Tch-no? You're grown up now call 'em yourself." You snicker to yourself as he mimicks choking himself and dying from the corner of your eye as you exit his room.

After an awkward call to work he was convinced you'd just up and left, it'd been around 15 minutes since you left his room and he was feeling more hurt than he thought he'd be. Letting a bittersweet sigh he falls back into the bed, one hand to rest on his forehead as the other splays across his stomach to comfort himself a little. Something you used to do when you two were kids and you he used to be more clingy also him.

How different it all was now.

Before he could mistily reminisce the smell of something savoury starts to waft into his room. Influencing him to try sit up, stiffly at that. So you hadn't gone home after all? A stupid wide grin started to spread across his face at the thought as he got up with more strength than he thought he had left. Of course you'd still be here. You wouldn't just leave him without a word. And so, with groggy steps he makes his way towards the kitchen.

The sound of approaching footsteps surprises you slightly as you turn to meet your expected visitor with a confused smile.

"What're you doing up?"

"Wanted to see what you were cooking, am I not allowed in my own kitchen anymore?"

You chuckle at the fact that despite the weariness of his voice he manages to sound just as snarky and sarcastic as usual.

His body presses firmly to the form of your back, arms wrapping lazily around you before finding their way under your tank to rest on your stomach. You hum in acknowledgement of the touch, knowing he wasn't feeling as pissed as he was acting earlier as he looks over your shoulder. Though you're honestly shocked to find his hands as chilly as ever even when he's this sick.

"What're you making?" He asked dazily, not really caring for the answer because whatever it was that was filling the kitchen it smelt good enough to eat.

"Nothing much, egg fried rice and some soup since you're sick, but I couldn't find any spring onions to top it off to make it healthier for you which I'm honestly not surprised at. Are you even eating properly? All I see here is..."

He groans audibly at your rambling, pressing his face into your neck wishing it'd get you to stop.

"...no wonder you got sick so quickly. Oi, this is important." You finish up your pep talk on cheap healthy meals he should be trying when the food had finished cooking.

"I don't remember you talking this much at once before...fuck, I think my ears are bleeding." He mimicks a wince as he staggers back, holding his head.

"Very funny Nam...can't I be worried?" You want to be annoyed but his little performance did have you grinning just a little.

His smirk seems to falter a little bit at your words, despite how light-hearted they were they struck him. No one really cared about him, not his mum, not his friends at club Pentagon, it was just you.

Always you.

He wondered when your love for him, whether you meant it or not, started to make his chest ache so badly.

At his extended silence you nudge him unphased to sit down, placing a plate and bowl of the steaming food in front of him. It was so domestic he could be sick a second time.

"And you're eating all of that I know you haven't cooked today."

"Yeah, I know whatever you say."

You'd noticed he had started to dissociate every now and then, often squashed inbetween periods of him sneezing and complaining about how sore his eyes were and how he wish this sickness would just take him. To which you nudged him with your foot as you both layed in his bed.

After hours of tv and him not having a single thing to say about the main characters stupid choice you knew something was up. Because if you knew anything you knew this man loved to talk. Even if he was sick. Hell, you could imagine him still trying to talk if his jugular was ripped clean out. You turn to him abruptly, noticing how he tenses before relaxing.

"What?" He asks groggily, tucking his hair behind his ear lazily while subtly avoiding your eye, "Whats wrong?"

He stares at you for a moment, before turning back to the tv, "Nothings wrong..."

Liar.

He was giving you another Nam-gyu shaped puzzle and you were going to solve it with your 15 years of experience. You give a faux uninterested hum at his answer but in reality you were looking for any tick that would give him away. He was an open to book so it wasn't hard.

You knew you'd struck gold when he spares you a contemplative look, rolling one of his rings along his index finger as if waiting for you to ask a more specific question.

"You tired?" he sucks his teeth at the teasing tone of your voice as you open your arms slightly. Yet the invite was clear, and his body was too achy to play the long game.

Finally, you had asked the question he'd been waiting to hear since you sat on his bed.

"Last night's shift bum fucked me, you have no clue how hard it is to put up with stingy assholes while feeling like shit."

He complains all the way as he leans over, resting himself against you, his body slotting against your side like it had a million times.

You grin as he does so, carding away hair that fell to cover his face as he rested his head against yours, your hand running under the thin material of his shirt to rub his bare back like he'd usually demand.

"Yeah? Sounds like hell."

"Its not so bad anymore..."

Your eyes soften at his words, sensing he was speakin more than just this moment.

The rest of the night was filled with breathy chuckles and Nam rubbing his nose raw with tissue to which you naturally, as the good natured person you are, teased him for his flushed red nose.

What you didn't call for was waking up stiff, your nose clogged and your lips parted to take shaky intakes of breaths. Clearly you hadn't accounted for getting sick yourself. Oh well, you two could be sick together (to his demented pleasure).

Gosh I miss this man like he's real.

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I know it's been a second but MY DAYS Namgyu in the teaser IM GONNA DO SOMETHING BAD

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no because i just know she'd demolish johan. no diff

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Konichibruh I miss you chuzz UGGHHHHHH IM SO BORRRED FUUUUCCCKKKK

You need to find a hobby then get bored of it and find a new one

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Kim seo-wan x reader pt 2

Sorry for taking so long I fear my hyperfixation is dwindling💔

Pt 1

"Seo-wan?" your voice carries a hoarseness of disbelief that has his eyes snapping up to meet yours.

"[Name]...?"

"Seo! I can't believe you're...!" As you descend the few extra steps to come face to face with him your smile falters. He looks tired. Exhausted. Like it was too much to carry the weight on his bones. Your dimming excitement was clear and he couldn't bear to see it. It was the same face his parents made when they came to pick him up. Happy, relieved, and yet so afraid. Nervous that anything could send him back that downward spiral. He doesn't want to worry them, but what could he expect?

Looking at you felt like a dream, after so many months at the hospital it was like he was relearning the structure of your face. You look more tired too, but in the way it's shown you've matured, experienced new things. Effectively using the time he'd been away, away for far too long. His former mediator, his goal, you were everything he admired and more, so much it hurt to be near you and watch you bloom. Though it was all he wished. It just would've been better if he could stand beside you on that pedestal.

It was like you had everything figured out. You understood your own balance, able to handle change when exams didn't go your way and still were able to find stable footing. And from the sound of it from neighbours, still found a respectable job all in an entirely new country. You were unreal to him. Everything he wanted and wanted to be, but he just couldn't.

"[Name]." He mutters awkwardly pushing up his glasses in that familiar habit you adored.

He hadn't expected to be caught on the way up, he had told himself after Nurse couldn't go for tea if nothing else intervenes he's just do it. But of course you were there, as respectable and calming as you always were.

"It's been a little bit, hasn't it?" he says, forcing a smile you saw through immediately.

He knew his parents had told most people he went across the county to try studying somewhere else for the upcoming exam. Though it didn't matter whatever lie was fabricated as he still failed. Nodding lightly and accepting the condolences of his neighbours for another one of his many losses. He couldn't bear it.

But looking at you now that didn't seem like the story you were told, staring at him like he had come back to life a completely new person. Which was true in its own way, he felt a hollow copy of the person he was before.

"It has... want to come in for tea?"

And he felt himself gravitating towards your prescence, like he always had.

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Inside your apartment you immediately knew something was off. You'd like to sum it to the classes in physcolgy and mental health you took a few years ago but the signs of it would pain you to even try to ignore. Fatigue was written all over his expression, the Seo-wan that was so stubborn about his goals seemed to be disappearing right in front of you. And you didn't even want to begin to think about why he's so many floors above his if not to visit anyone.

"My mum told you the truth I'm guessing?" your grip on the pot of tea stiffens but you eventually nod to which he sighs shakily, running his hands over his face like it'd get rid of the sour expression on his face.

He hated how he felt ashamed you knew, he hated how badly this has affected him despite his best efforts to go back to a normal life. He wanted to forget it all. Even now, the normal small acts of kindness you always gave him now felt out of sympathy as you handed him a cup of his favourite tea.

"How've you been holding up? You're not studying too hard right?

You really wanted to avoid bombarding him with questions but you couldn't help it. You sat side my side on your couch, you didn't have one of those pretty small tables with cushions his mother had so it was good enough.

He laughed bitterly at your words, he cradled the cup in his hands, despite the sweet aroma and warmth of his favourite tea surrounding his senses he couldn't bring himself to take a sip.

"I guess I have. No surprise I failed these exams too, after all that time I wasted..." Your grip on your own cup visibly tenses at his words, fully shocked he even took the exam in the first place, he had such a small time to prepare how could he expect to get a good result.

"You shouldn't have, look, you just got out the hospital more stress is not what you need." Not when it's what put you there in the first place, is what you'd like to say but you bite your tongue, already feeling yourself over stepping.

"I don't know... it's just embarassing, to think I spent all this time just living in this fantasy world-"

Your brows furrow slightly, not completely aware of the depths of his condition, it was something Mrs Kim didn't feel comfortable to explain to you and you understood that.

"Im sorry-um. I never realised it before but... you were my first mediator, always cheering me on despite it all. I never realised how much it meant till you left your apprenticeship..."

You're setting your cup on the table now, taking his still untouched tea too on placing it there as well. Attentively, you take his hands into yours, your sudden action inclining him to look at you. Your eyes softening when you see the lost yet unwavering gaze he has on you. He always seemed to look at you like that. What you failed to notice is how his hands stopped shaking from the moment you reached out for him, his body felt less jittery, that was just the kind of affect you had on him.

"You should've called, I didn't even know where you were until a week after I came back." His gaze wanders away from yours as you scold him, though he isn't fully upset, not when you're speaking so gently.

"It would be embarassing to, would it not? How else could you see me as someone reliable." For the first time you see the way his face contorts into such a deep hatred for himself, his grip on your hands tightening slightly.

"How could you see me as anything more than this...?" His voice shakes and you feel your heart drop. Your thumbs start to run over the back of his hands, unable to find the right words to stay but still wanting to comfort him. You knew what he was feeling, having felt it directly and from people around you. That weird sense of shame you have to carry, though whatever happened to you was far out of your control.

"Seo... There's nothing to be ashamed or worried about. You're still someone I admire and want to see grow."

His gaze meets you confused. You admire him? How could you when all he's done is fail since he met you. But you recognised features he missed in himself. His absolute focus, determination and thoughtfullness to his family were just a few.

"I truly admire how strong you are, so don't do anything stupid." You can't help the way your throat tightens up at the end.

His eyes immediately rim with tears at your words, he didn't expect you to guess why he was so many floors above his own. But it was clear, he wasn't on his way to see anyone else, more than happy to go to your apartment.

"I'm far from impressive [Name]." He mumbled with a small laugh, followed soon after with a short sob, tears involuntary falling as he holds your hands tighter.

Your hands leave his to wipe away at the tears as they fell, thumbing them away with a carefulness that made him shudder. Taking off his tear stained glasses for him, setting them aside. When your arms return outstretched he doesn't hesitate to fall into them. Letting out all the tears he'd refused to shed in the hollow walls of his house.

"Well I think you are, and I'm usually right so you should too."

He chuckled again against your shoulder and you laugh alongside him. For the first time since returning home he felt like he was alive again, whole. Maybe it was time to accept his friends were right and it was more than just admiration he felt for you. But that could wait another day. Another day where he'd like to see you again.

DID IT‼️‼️ Sorry this turned out more angsty than expected that happens when I'm tired.

Tag list: @kimseo-wan @keimitchy @rohjaewonlvr

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Kim seo-wan x reader

THANKS FOR THE RESPONSES I was gonna do it anyway cause well I can

Anyways enjoy‼️

Pt2

Its been a while since you've seen Kim seo-wan. Hell, it's been a while since anyone's seen him. You had carefully held your tongue for a week, keeping a careful eye out for him whenever you left your apartment, the study hall, the food stalls, the gaming rooms. But after a week of careful observation and no sign of him you were growing confused and increasingly worried.

And so you find yourself knocking cautiously at the door of the Kim household. You're not surprised to be welcomed in my his mother, a small, gentle woman with gorgeous eyes, he definitely got it from her. The only thing out of place was the melancholic smile she gave when she realised it was you.

"Good evening Mrs Kim it's been a while hasn't it? I haven't seen Seo-wan around recently did he move out?" she chuckled with a slight bitterness that immediately had you on edge.

"It has been a little while hasn't it?..." her features soften at your tense expression, it just hurt to see the kind lady look so stressed.

"Why don't you come in for a bit?" she's opening the door wider for you to enter and guiding you to the living room and preparing tea.

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You already knew something was off, it was unlike Mrs Kim to invite you in when Seo-wan wasn't around and that's saying a lot as you weren't particularly close to begin with, but apparently you've taken a mark in his mother's good books.

"Seo-wan's a hard working boy... always studying." you nod enthusiastically you could begin to imagine otherwise. "Of course, almost too much." she chuckles again, the same bitter one she had at the door as she nods her head.

"You're right dear, too much..."

Everything seemed to tilt on its axis when she explained the situation, it was like hearing about a completely different person. Schizophrenia? You just couldn't begin to imagine, not him. But that was the problem you never would have that it'd strike him of all people. And the worst of it was the all consuming guilt for not picking up on any signs, and I'm sure as his mother she was feeling that responsibly a million times worse.

"The hospital he was transferred to...it's a good place right Miss?" a hopefulness relaxes her features as she nods and you let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.

"I wouldn't be allowed to visit right?"

"Unfortunately, I had asked knowing you'd eventually come to ask but it was a firm no from doctors."

You nodded understandingly, mostly aware of how visiting rights in hospitals, especially mental hospitals work. Turns out all that studying actually did something for you. You can't help the way your face warms slightly when she recognised you'd eventually come around to ask about the guy. Were you that predictable?

"If you don't mind...could you please keep this a secret for us. Just for now, you know how people would react... I don't want them to look down on him when he returns."

Your eyes involuntarily furrow on how she forces herself to believe in a "when" your hoping for it too, praying. There's a moment of solidarity between you two, being in on the truth of Seo-wan's where abouts.

"Of course."

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For several months the three of you kept the secret of Seo-wans mental illness. At times Mrs Kim would come visit you with tea and mooncakes which you were eternally grateful for. You'd listen to her talk for hours about him and his childhood, though it hurt to hear her talk about him in this past tense like he'd never recover from his delusions. For some reason you had a ridiculously strong belief he'd soon return, he would.

-

You had ran out of eggs and you were desperately craving a French toast. Some may question the random craving at such a late time but you really needed your fix. Throwing on your coat and grabbing your phone you left your apartment and walked up to the elevator.

Broken? Seriously? What a drag.

Begrudgingly you turn to take the stairs, your floor was on one of the highest stories in the complex so the elevator is always the ideal. A few flights the stairs your gaze flickers up upon hearing someone slowly ascend the stairs. You're already moving to one side of the stairway out of politeness when you recognise the familiar head of hair and round glasses. The person in question lifts their head stiffly as your steps slow to a halt in front of them. Their eyes are widening as they lock eyes with you, eyes you hadn't seen in months.

"Seo-wan?"

Part 2 should come out reasonably soon don't quote me 💔

Tag list: @kimseo-wan @keimitchy

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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

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Gagamaru x reader part 2

I didn't expect to write a part two but it was requested a while ago so I obviously did

I still adore this man ppl write for him more when NEL is animated plssssss

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Life continues as it did before, except it felt brighter, having someone you knew you could always talk to.

There wasn't a great shift in you and Gin's dynamic but there were several moments that solidified your slowly growing relationship, you were happy. And so, so glad you listened to your mum.

It's a bit colder now, you hug your winter coat to your body, numb fingers shoved inside your pockets depths as you make your way to the school gate. It was the end of the day plus a Friday, meaning a trip to the snack shop, and someone else.

And as expected standing in just his school blazer in the unforgiving 1° weather, is Gagamaru. You smile involuntarily when his face visibly lights up when he catches sight of you, it never failed to warm your heart whenever he looked livelier. A smile on his face looked so natural yet the longer you were around him the more you realised that wasn't the case, he's just weirdly pretty 24/7. You've come to appreciate his calm expression though, it made you realise that some things really aren't that deep.

He's already walking up to you, his steps are steady yet hold an eagerness that only you'd notice. His eyes slacken affectionately seeing your undeniably cold frame shiver under the harsh winds of January before roaming around a bit in his pocket and pulling out a hot pack, grasping the wrist of one of the hands still in your pocket and placing it in your palm.

"Your hands are cold." he announces surely as he closes your fingers around the small source of warmth.

"Thank you so muchh, my hands are freezing." he smiles deeper as you happily clasp your other hand around the hot pack and rub it between your palms like some genie lamp. He'd never understand how you got cold so easily, it made him worry constantly, if it wasn't made obvious by the hat and scarf he randomly got you.

And you've grown to accept the fact the man just happens to know everything about you, or at least has an understanding that far surpasses yours. He's always prying into making sure you stay warm but you also question how he's still completely fine. Like you know he runs hot but damn, you're convinced if you weren't here to scold him he'd probably not even wear a blazer.

Once he's confirmed your hands are warm enough for his liking by abruptly grabbing one and holding it to his cheek. Did he have to check that way? No. It was completely self indulgent and he'd admit that confidently if you happened to ask. Instead you chuckle slightly and shake your head at him a bit, flustered but trying your best to keep it under wraps.

"Its Friday, you're going to the shop?" After such a long time of meeting up after school it just sounds like a rhetorical question, despite that you always grin and say "Would never forget!" leaning against his shoulder as you walked side by side out of the school grounds.

For Gin this all still felt so new, not just the fact he's in a relationship with you but having someone that's not family being so close to his heart. At times he feels he's undeserving of it, his eyes gazing around everyone else clustered together with their friends or partners, and it was like exsisting in their world for the first time. It wasn't something he often gave thought, it never bothered him as no one really messed with him, not like they'd ever think to. But, if you were to disappear now, he's certain he would'nt be able to go back to that way of thinking.

It's not that his self esteem was low it just confused him why you'd choose him out of all people. Choosing him to prioritize, it would be something he'd figure out later. But for now he was grateful to be in your prescence, grateful for your kindness. And as he gazes down to admire you, how content you look at his side his chest aches with an affection so deeply rooted it wouldn't go away even if he tried.

He couldn't imagine it being anyone other than you.

"Thank you." the words tumble out instinctively as he looks ahead again.

Your head inclines upwards towards his, eyes squinting slightly to judge his expression. It wasn't the first time he'd randomly express his gratitude. And it's times like this you wish he'd break character just once so you could tell what he's feeling.

"What for?" you ask, as you've asked all those times before, and you're unsurprised to be met with a small hum of dismissal and a "I just am," before falling silent again.

You'd pay an unreasonable amount of money to find out what he's thinking every time he's not speaking, which is a lot.

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It was terrible. Terrible how they didn't have your go to snack, terrible how the prices are higher and terrible how the shop may be relocating. You grumble to yourself as you eat your overpriced snack (which he insisted on paying for after your appalled reaction) as you trudge the path uphill to your apartment as he chuckles every now and then. You'd keep complaining if it continued to entertain him.

Once the both of you finally reach your home you'd finished the snack and tucked it's wrapper somewhere in your pocket to bin later. As you reach the door you rummage through your blazer pockets for your keys, fishing them out like a prize and sticking it in the key hole.

"I'll see you Monday-"

"Do you wanna come in."

"Come in?"

For once the script is a little different, typically he'd get a hug (or a kiss on the cheek if he's lucky) before you both wave each other goodbye. Wide eyes trail across your face curiously at the suggestion, and upon seeing your unwavering expression he tilts his head a bit. He definitely wasn't opposed to the idea, in fact he always wanted to know what your home looked like, it'd tell him more about you. He always wanted to know more.

He'd forgotten he's just been staring blankly down at you till you're pulling him inside by his arm, the action sending a shock up his spine. His mouth opening to speak but closes again once he gets a look into your apartment. It smelled just like you and he loved it, scent is a big thing for him and your place didn't disappoint. He hears you locking the door as he slips his shoes off, noticing yours and the large size difference has him smiling to himself. It felt oddly domestic.

You don't miss a beat, casually making your way into your room to which he hesitantly follows behind. Which is quite funny to imagine when you put a securely well over 6ft Gagamaru in that position. He instinctively lingers outside your door for a moment before he walks in. And once he does he's mesmerized.

The whole place just screamed you, far more decorated than his own room. He honestly didn't know where to put his hands, sliding them out his pockets and to his sides as you let him eyeball the area as you turned your Tv on.

It was that time of year it got dark quick, the setting sun casting a casual glow over your room as you shrugged off your bag and coat. When you notice him still looking around you laugh a bit.

"You like my room?" a slightly teasing edge to your voice you knew usually got a reaction from him.

"Mhm, it's just like you." he says in his usual calm voice before turning to you, his heart warming to see you unburdened from your tie and blazer, and your shirt unbuttoned to fold over your jumper.

"Just like me huh? I never thought about it that way, actually it took so long to properly move in here but my landlords such a nice lady and—."

He sits himself on the bean bag near the corner of the bed you sat on which he made look comically small. Nodding and humming softly as words tumbled out your mouth, clumsily at that. It was impossible to imagine his pupils could get any wider than they already were but he swears they do whenever he sees you, especially when you're talking to him specifically. He likes knowing you chose him to confide your random or occasionally careful thoughts with him, sometimes he learns bits about himself as you do.

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A calm movie plays on your Tv now, the two actors sharing a thoughtful conversation when you hand finds it's way to his head, he looks up at you almost enamoured, before tilting his head slightly, questioning you.

"Ga—Gin, can I let your hair down?" you ask the question casually, like you wouldn't be disappointed if he said no. But the fingers already tracing the lining of his red hairband said otherwise.

He didn't plan on saying no anyway, not to you.

"Mhm", is his response and you can't help the eager smile that makes its way onto your lips as you carefully unloop the band. Easily mesmerized by how the white locks of hair fell in one quick swoop.

He still never understood your fascination with his hair. Was it the unique colour? The texture? He simply kept it that way because that was the norm for men in his household, nothing more. Now though, not like anyone would ever tell him to, he'd violently refuse any suggestion of cutting it after meeting you.

Your hands straw through his hair tenderly, almost like you were drawing him to sleep. He finds himself leaning slightly against your leg, and the hands he's tried so very hard to keep to himself wrap around your upper calf and one on your ankle. You bite back a small giggle, he really just liked holding onto the most random places, but obviously you didn't mind.

Then he's looking up at you, forcing you to stop the motion of combing his hair with your fingers. Cocking an eyebrow as you push his hair out of the way.

He stays quiet for a moment as if contemplating, making you even more curious for what he had to say. Oh if you knew how aggressively and painfully his heart was beating against his rib cage from just your hand behind his ear.

"[Name]?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I get a kiss?"

You weren't prepared for that, not at all. It's not that he hasn't asked for a kiss before, in fact you felt he asked fairly often. But these facts didn't stop the flurry of butterflies that swelled in your stomach each time he asked like it was the first time. Your smile becoming slightly softer as you nod "Okay".

Leaning off the bean bag to take his place on the bed beside you, an offer you'd brought up before but he had plainly declined, he was a floor guy.

He's close, close enough you can smell the same earthy scent he had on your first close encounter. It soothed you endlessly. Your heart jumps when he cups the underside of your thigh to pull you closer to him, he only smiles softly with the slightest tilt of his head before he's leaning in. Kissing the corner of your mouth first before meeting your lips with his, one of your hands reaching up for his cheek.

He was always so gentle when he kissed you, soft breaths and closed eyes that you thought of constantly. Letting go of the underside of you thigh he's holds your hand, so delicately you didn't notice till he was trailing up your arm to pull you even closer, deepening the kiss.

Only then he pulls away, successfully stealing two more kisses on your face that win a small laugh from you. His face looked flush in front of the glow of the Tv, his features softer and more feminine, reinforcing the fact to you he could be stupidly pretty.

He's resting his head against yours, unable to fight the urge to shuffle you to sit on his lap. He clearly wasn't thinking, but you had too much on your mind to be embarassed, still caught up in looking at him as he let you hold his face still.

"Ya know Gin, you're actually really pretty?"

"Pretty?"

"Mhm!"

He squints his eyes at you slightly, honestly the most judgemental look you've received from him making you frown playfully at his expression. Compliments were already on the rare side of things for him but his ma usually called him handsome, so pretty wasn't really what he expected. Not necessarily bad but also not a word he thought you could assign to someone like him.

But he'd believe any word you said, his ears already red simply from the fact they're kind words coming from you. He's casting his eyes down as the grip on your waist and leg stiffens slightly.

"…Thank you."

He doesn't mind as you proceed to tease him saying how "cute" it is that he's flustered over this, but he couldn't understand how you'd expect him not to be.

Unfortunately he's so lost in this moment at home with you to realise it's run quite late into the night, he could explain that to his ma later. She'd understand.

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Asks are open but I'm not taking requests at the moments, leave thoughts and whatever you like I've been bored while I've been catching up with other workss🙁🙏🙏

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I needa figure out names for some of my fics bro especially the ones where it's just normal with no specifics💀

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My inbox is finally empty I feel like I've been freed from the weightiest of shackles 💔💔

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hey :) could you do a nam-gyu fic where thanos is flirting/put claim on the reader, but she clearly like nam-gyu more. just him dealing with his attraction for her, but still trying to be on thanos' good side

Nam-gyu x reader

I don't know if I did this right I had like five different ideas for how it could pan out so I hope this is alright

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You were content with the idea of completely ignoring Thanos, his odd claims and even weirder way of flirting. Sure, it was fairly entertaining but it wasn't something you planned to put up with for long.

That was until he walked up to your bunk with a friend in towe. A friend that immediately caught your eye.

"Ayy Senorita!" He draws out in his usual musical tone, behind him a man that looked uninterested, perhaps even annoyed to be there making you grin slightly.

"Aren't ya gonna come down." A whiney voice calls up to you, his face pulling into a frown as he crossed his arms.

"Dude, this a waste of time let's just go." He's still behind Thanos, a hand already on his shoulder, nudging him slightly, hoping to convince him to turn back, and as his gaze went from him to you he stops. The eye contact he made with you was so undeniable you actually looked at the rapper directly for once, startled by how your heart suddenly raced.

"I think I'll stay and eat up here...thanks though." Your refusal immediately has him grumbling as he dramatically pivots to walk away. But his friend hangs back a small moment longer, the brief acknowledgement held a value only you two could fathom.

"Come on Nam-su we outt." Thanos drawls lazily, his arms in his pockets as he swayed from side to side.

"Nam-gyu..." He sighs defeatedly, it was pretty clear this wasn't the first time and likely wouldn't be the last time he'd have to correct the rapper of his name.

Nam-gyu huh? You wouldn't like to admit it but you kept the name close to your mind, maybe he'd favour you for remembering it. Which was a weird thought to have for someone you hadn't actually properly met yet.

You hoped to though.

And he did too, when Thanos was insistent on getting you to eat with them he was almost instantly irritated. Why? What was the point of that? From the beginning he wasn't a fan of any distractions that could lead Thanos away from him, it was inconvenient and if he wanted to win he needed both their focus on that damn cash prize.

What he hadn't prepared for was the you. You who Thanos had miraculously spotted among all the bland people in this weird murder game. And he would never admit it, especially not to him that he understood why he was so hooked on you.

And with that came a jealousy. A deep, seething jealousy that came from nowhere. Now he was frustrated with himself, Thanos and you. And the worst of it all is him actually being just as bummed you didn't come down to eat with them.

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From then on there was this tense love triangle between the three of you which Thanos held no part in. You had no intention of making it clear to the man you weren't interested, first of all: it'd be too much of a hassle, and second because of his favour you've been able to survive games you probably wouldn't have. So you'd put up with him, no big deal.

The only thing, no, person making this harder was Nam-gyu. He was also seemingly smart enough to judge it's best to not make any big move as you were both benefitting from being close to Thanos. But it was painfully clear his attention was always on you, his eyes only snapping back alive at the mention of your name during the moments Thanos seems to talk forever. Having to tip toe around the unspoken attraction towards each other was fine by you, exhilarating even. But you're really starting to wonder if Thanos really can't notice when you and the longer haired man only glance between each other whenever he flirts with you.

Apparently the small amused smiles and prolonged eye contact wasn't enough for Nam-gyu. This could end badly if he was caught but he couldn't care less at this point, this whole time it's just felt like the two of you were saying a million things while saying nothing at all. And he'd actually be damned if he let Thanos hold him back from talking to you. He believed you felt the same, it's not just anyone that looks at him so fondly and sees him as an individual. You saw him like he was someone familiar and when he lies awake, he's convinced that's why he's so drawn to you.

Which is also why he's sneaking to see you during lights out. Was this a good idea?

Probably not.

But he'd already climbed past a snoring Avengers threat so he might as well see it through. He sucked in his breath harshly when he heard the familiar snoring pattern pause when he finally made it to the ground. His heart only relaxing when it fell back into rythmn. Not that he was too worried though, he had thousands of excuses on the tip of his tongue. A benefit that came with being a pathological liar.

He is oddly greatful that the majority of the people that were on your bunk had died, the only remaining players being two beds above yours. Meaning he didn't need to sweat about not waking anyone on his way up. As he begins climbing he draws to a question. What if you're not even awake? Even worse what if you are or he wakes you up and you think he's some weirdo. He physically shakes the thought away as he continues his ascent, he just needed to see you, then he'd go back.

It was odd being able to see you so up close, watching the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. Seeing you like this calmed him down and made him want to fall asleep himself.

He freezes when you shift and his hair brushes your nose, your face scrunching up as you waft away the unwanted texture with a groggy hand. Eyes squinting open to see a stunned Nam-gyu instead of a stray price of fluff from your pillow.

What, is he doing here?

You gasp sharply, immediately sitting up and accidentally banging your head against the bed above you in your rush. He's quietly shushing you as you hold your head in whine in pain. You only look back at him when the pain has slightly subsided, hissing one last time before tear pricked eyes meet his.

"The hell are you doing here?"

"Can't I come to see you?" You squint at his words, they pissed you off, obviously he could but you were literally sleeping?

"You came to watch me sleep?" You ask sarcastically, grinning knowingly as he groaned and rolled his eyes.

Seeing as you weren't entirely put off by his night visit he crawls onto your bed fully, catching you a bit off guard but you make no objection against it which makes him strangely glad.

"Thanos isn't any good, you shouldn't be with him." He says bitterly, when you don't say anything immediately after he looks away from you and runs his hair behind his ears.

"...And you're saying you are?" you say with the slight raise of your brow.

You were just fucking around you already liked him more from the moment you saw him. Long disobedient hair and an angular face and a surprisingly sharp tongue when provoked. Ticking most of your boxes, you just wanted to see how he'd respond.

"Nah... but I could be better, than him at least." He says with a small huff which makes you laugh slightly, and he immediately notes he's never heard it before.

"I'll see you to that." Your words make his heart seize up but in the way when he's won when he didn't expect to. The carefree act he had going was going to crumble if you kept being so casual with him.

It's only now he feels the tensity of the situation, sitting in your bed in an area mostly secluded. He was actually feeling nervous being around you without Thanos there as some barrier to the two of you. You're looking at him expectantly as if waiting for him to make some smart ass response but you're so pretty right now. Your eyes on him and him alone. He's keeping quiet because if he spoke as he was now... he couldn't promise he wouldn't immediately embarass himself.

Instead he looks between you and the wall, his eyes scanning your face each time before he looked away. Despite the chaos of feelings reeling from inside him his face was mostly unreadable. The only thing telling you anything was his jaw tightening and loosening, maybe chewing the inside of his cheek.

You tilt your head to see if he'd look at you if you were more in his line of view but he only locked eyes with you for a moment before looking up.

He was nervous?

The thought made your chest swell even though you knew he was probably just deep in thought. Either way your fighting back a smile as you take his face in your hands and place a soft kiss on his lips. It was honestly amazing how he came back to reality from the contact. Staring at you with wide confused eyes as if questioning why you would even do that.

And when you start to laugh to yourself quietly he's chuckling flustered beside you. His lips pursed tight to not let the grin on his face appear, but his feelings were clear in the new softness in his eyes.

Nodding lightly like he's fully savoured your presence he's manoeuvring himself to leave your bed, giving the underside of your knee a light squeeze before settling on the ladder.

"G'night..."

"Night Nam-gyu."

The first genuine smile of the night freely slips onto his face, making your own smile appear before he's making his descent back down. Grinning to himself like an idiot all the way back to his bed because he managed to get the girl Thanos saw first.

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Ever since then it's been this mutual joke between you two. You're holding back a snicker as Thanos serenades you because Nam-gyu's right behind him rolling his eyes and mocking him.

Nightly routines of him visiting your bed comforted you on those nights you couldn't will yourself to sleep. There's been more than one occasion he's stayed the night and forgot to go back to his bed and when questioned about where he was so early in the morning it's always "Needed to piss". He's glancing back at you accusingly as if you forced him to stay (you asked repeatedly very nicely.)

I love him sm I'm gonna cook him into a lasagna.

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I know your expertise is nam-gyu, but would you be willing to right for another underrated squid game character: choi woo-seok. There is literally no fics about him, I would owe you my life (I'm being dramatic no pressure at all :) )

Choi woo-seok x reader

YOU'RE SO RIGHT ANON HES SO UNDERRATED I thought I was crazy when I sent my friend an edit of him and they said I was wrong

Not proofread sorryyyy will probably edit later

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It was his birthday, it was all coincidence. Honestly. They had decided to go to a nice restaurant instead of the dodgy bar they typically frequented. Nicer pay meant nicer things thanks to the random return of Gi-hun. He hadn't thought he'd chance upon someone like you, not once.

He had noticed you from the moment you welcomed him and his several unbiological brothers into the restaurant. All pretty eyes and glossy smiling lips. Immediately standing up taller when your eyes land on him and gesture to a suitable table, hoping he hadn't let his mouth actually gape upon seeing you.

He's decent at acting at least a respectful level of normal but of course his boss picks up his change in behaviour, eyeing him weirdly before following you, their waitress for tonight.

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"Please take a look at the menu." you say with clear experience, leaning over Woo-sok slightly to point to different areas on the menu in his hands, "Here are the main courses, drinks and desserts."

"Wave me over once you've all decided."As you stand upright again you're met with a grouped murmur of agreement yet fail to notice the pair of eyes on you the entire time, bright endearing eyes ,as if you took his gaze for your own. It was a look his boss definitely* could not miss.

Inclining your head slightly as you walked away to tend to another table Jeong-rae is already turning to him, so quickly it startles Choi, snapping him out of his thoughts and turning to his boss with wide confused eyes.

"You like that girl?"he asks a plotting grin already making way onto his face.

"Huh- what makes you say that I didn't even say anything, if I thought so I would've said and-" he stops speaking when he has to catch his breathe, accepting his rambling alone gave him away.

He sighs defeatedly as he holds his head in his hands and groans, hoping his hands would cool down his face, it wasn't a working. Mr.Kim only laughed heartily causing the rest of them to burst into laughter. He immediately knew it couldn't end well.

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Before he knew it he was outside of your workplace, hair freshly tossled by several hands and a pretty bouquet of tulips in hand.

It all happened too quick for him to realise what was happening. Dinner was good and his boss made sure he tipped you good*. Nudging him and shout whispering to you about how he makes so much yet still stays so humble. Your small chuckle made his whole body burn and then you thanked him for the generous tip and his heart skipped one too many beats. Of course his wide eyed expression was seen by everyone at the table making them all nudge and tease him. He wasn't bothered by their comments though, he was being delusional and already thinking of how he'd propose.

That's how he ended up here.

The night air licked his neck and he involuntarily shuddered before quickly trying to shake it off. Internally trying to hype himself up, he knew he at the very least couldn't embarass himself because he knew not too far away his boss and the others were probably snooping.

All the confidence he'd been so carefully working up disappeared the moment you walked out, you're just about shrugging your bag onto your shoulder when you spot him, a slight confused smile on your face as you tilt your head.

"Hey I uh- I thought you were beautiful, really." His words are rushed but clearly thought out, your smile softening when you realise the bouquet was for you which he confirms when he holds them out to you, an audible sigh of gladness leaving him when you accept them.

"Could I take you out someday?" He's watching you nervously now, the store sign of the restaurant shed a dim romantic light on your features that has his heart racing. You're carefully appreciating the assortment of tulips in your arms, despite him only getting them recently they looked professional. Then you're smiling, wide, and he swears you're going to be his cause of death.

"I think...I'd like that. See me after work tomorrow?"

He's nodding his head frantically, "Yes, of course- perfect." You give him one more smile with the dip of your head and you're off towards your car. Unfortunately for him he's already smitten as he stares after you, unfazed by the deep chorus of cheers that suddenly comes from behind him.

He hadn't thought you'd say yes.

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This man married you as soon as he thought you were ready, because if you asked him he would've confidently married you right on the mark of your seven month anniversary. But he waited, the last thing he wanted was to pressure you, so on your third year anniversary he's proposing in your apartment, the prettiest gem with the band you've dreamt of. He's grinning nervously up at you, anxious if he'd chosen the right time. All his worries are washed away though when your arms immediately wrap around his neck and you're kissing his face all over, he feels like he won't the lottery with you.

The most doting husband, the type that makes other wives jealous and ask why their husbands aren't as proactive. Knows your orders by heart, gives you the best seat anywhere, regular cheek kisses. An absolute dream. And a suspicious amount of wealth he claims to earn from his job as a car manufacturer but oh well.

On your wedding day his boss constantly likes to remind you it was him that pushed Choi to ask you out. At the ceremony, the speech, the after party. He wears the fact like a badge of honour. It was honestly just funny seeing Woo-seok dramatically wave him off whenever he was about to start.

One of his biggest dreams is a family with you, boy or girl (preferably girl). But seriously he's ready whenever you are, definitely the type to have a list of baby names ready the moment you come to tell him you want one.

As great a father as he is a husband, would put everything on the line for the both of you without thinking. Something you wish he did more often. He's selfless to the point he forgets himself and you love him for it but how could you forget to book yourself at the reservation at the hotel tonight?

Anyways this man is absolutely smitten for you, would probably do anything you said because nothing you'd ever say could ever do him wrong. Fiercely loyal too, all he needs from you is a kiss when he goes to and from work till he dies. Do that and he'll never have a complaint.

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reminded that namgyu being a little shit is NOT an excuse for ppl to call roh jae won ugly. he’s sooooo beautiful ok his beautiful high cheekbones and light freckles and sharp eyes .. like namgyu hate aside that man is soooooo pretty .. like no wonder thanos gay, THATS HIS BOY

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I MEAN... Nam-gyu x Female guard 🧎‍♀️

THAT WOULD BE CRAZYYY

(NSFW) 🤭

Nam-gyu x femguard! reader

Sorry for being gone a family member of mine died🙁

I actually enjoyed writing this a lot so I hope you like it!

Anyone that knows how to make my posts prettier please hmu💔

The games were getting boring, the high the drugs have him initially didn't hit the same and his body constantly craved for another outlet. It was infuriating, it was like his body ached to release this frustration he couldn't make out where from.

Lately though, he's felt like he's been watched by one of the guards with the square symbol on their mask, he knew it was their job and all to keep an eye on them to shoot them down when players are eliminated but damn this one guard had been staring him down hard. He'd just spare a dirty look before but now it'd been making him paranoid.

So much so it had him tossing and turning in his bed, the mattresses are too thin and pillows too flat. It was driving him mad. Sighing with new found resolution he pushed himself off his back and made his descent down the bunk. A little splash of water would do him good. He hoped at least. Or he would actually lose his shit.

Dragging his feet lazily to bang at the door for the guards to open it. He didn't bother being polite, watching other people's experiences it was easier to let them know you're serious about going from the get go. And it worked. A circle guard begrudgingly opened the door and escorted him to the bathroom.

He'd spent quite a bit of time just staring at himself in the mirror blankly as he watched the water trickle down his face to the sink bowl below. The constant battling with the morals of himself and why he deserved to be in here in the first place were clouding his mind without the mind nulling effects of Thanos' drugs.

Swearing dismissively at his own thoughts he pushed himself off the sink and walks out of the bathroom. Except this time he's greeted by a square guard rather than the circle one from before, the fact alone had the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end as he warily followed after them at the silent gesture of their head.

He finds himself being backed up into the bathroom again, the door now closing with a resounding click that had him on edge immediately as his eyes scanned his surroundings then back on you.

"What do you want huh?"

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One thing lead to another and now he's backed up against the furthest wall from the door, his breaths coming out heavy as he looks down at you. It doesn't seem like you have a weapon on you but he really isn't feeling like fucking around and finding out.

And then you're pulling off your mask, pushing it off and tucking your hair to one side.

You're beautiful.

It takes him a second to collect himself as: first off he didn't expect you to be a woman, and second why do you have the prettiest eyes he's ever seen? Now he's enjoying this tension, you're staring him down still and you look oddly familiar. But he doesn't give a shit right now, he's been feeling so pent up this whole time and you're presenting a perfect opportunity to let go a little.

Before you can open your mouth to speak he's smashing his lips against yours amateurly, slim hands working their way down your back until one reaches your ass and squeezes hopelessly. His sudden neediness catches you by surprise but it's not unwelcome as you also let your hands roam up to his hair and down his chest causing him to sigh deeply against your lips.

He pulls away for a split moment, lips connected by spit and he's grasping clumsily at the zip of your uniform, pressing his already growing hard on against your thigh.

"Is that why you've been watching me so closely, huh?" he says between breaths.

"You want me right?"

"This is only for my benefit... don't get it twisted." you murmur between his rushed kisses, your hands finding themselves on the same sink he leaned on before.

"Yeah you keep believin' that, it's gonna change soon..."

He can't believe how fast his heart is beating just from seeing you shirtless in front of him. Had it really been that long?Who cares. There's a woman in front of him panting in his ear and he wasn't about to pass up this beautiful blessing.

Surprisingly he's more considerate of the maintenance of your uniform as he pulls the tracksuit down to your hips and let's it pool at your ankles. He can't help but bite deep marks into your collar when you cautiously push your hair out of the way causing you to gasp slightly.

He's pushing his hips hard against yours, each rock of his body sending shivers down both your spines as he grasps you harder. One hand is fondling your tits, tracing the outline of your bra with such focus it almost irked you.

"Think we're both worked up enough, just lemme fuck you, please..."

His words are whispered in short breaths against the base of your neck as he gives kitten licks to your collarbone. His half lidded eyes shoot up to yours excitedly when he feels the small hum of your approval against his lips. You'd honestly been waiting forever, quickly growing tired of squeezing your thighs together and resisting the urge to meet his dry thrusts against you.

He's kissing you even more passionately than before, reciprocating had made you accidentally nick his lip with your teeth. Your eyes widen when you taste the metallic crimson on your tongue and you're pulling away to apologize.

He's huffing softly like he's disappointed you bothered stopping and licks the blood from his busted lip, then yours before moving in to kiss you again.

Apparently unafraid of getting nicked again.

Slender fingers pull your panties down to pool at your ankles alongside your uniform, rushing to pull his own tracksuit off. You help him shrug off his jacket and pull his pants down for him earning a strained whine from him when your barely brush his crotch.

Pecking your lips repeatedly as he pulls down his boxers and crowds your space, forcing you to lean against the sink more. But he keeps moving forwards, lifting up your hips slightly so you're slightly sat on the ceramic top so you kick your tracksuit off completely, then he starts to line himself up against you.

He gasps sharply when the tip pushes against your clit, his body hunching over slightly as his head falls. Repeating the action a few more times, smearing his pre cum all over your pussy, making more of a mess than you initially planned to clean up. But it's like his mind is somewhere else completely, occasional whimpers leaving his throat, pink lips he bit down on harshly as he rubbed his cock against your folds.

"You feel so n-nice... not even inside you yet. Who woulda thought h-huh?"

And he's finally nudging himself inside, stretching you out more than what you were prepared for making you bite your lip as you place a firm hand over your mouth to muffle the moan about to leave your lips. He grins stupidly at the sight as he finally bottoms out. He's holding your hips in a death binding grip and you wish he would move already. What you didn't know is that he's internally willing himself not to cum on the spot. He definitely needed this.

Without any warning he's slamming his hips into yours, the hand over your mouth that had relaxed tightening again to quiet your sounds. You honestly thought he was stupid for a moment, not even caring for the sounds that fell from his own lips as his eyes locked with yours, their dusted hazily from the pleasure of your walls wetly wrapped around him. The sounds coming from your wetness was embarassing enough, reaching your ears and making them burn.

"F-uck...so good could finish right now...don't think I can pull o-out."

What? Can't pull out? Your eyes widen at the statement and one of your hands leave the edge of the sink to roughly tug at his hair to snap him out of it but you're met with a loud moan in response. The strong verbal feedback from the action that was meant to be harsh startled you slightly, but the sound he made went straight to your core, making you squeeze around him tighter. You're slowly forgetting what you had wanted to say as your body's response and your hand in his hair triggers his urge to finally cum.

Pressing his pelvis harder against you with each snap of his hips so your clit gets stimulated. You let go of your grip on the sink completely now, one hand dug tightly in his hair and the other clawing gently at the nape of his neck. You're slightly surprised his grip on your hips is enough to support you and honestly if he was more aware he'd be surprised too.

But he's not, he's pushing himself into you deeper and deeper and you swear his trying to shoot it right into your womb. Silent whines rack your body as he tucks his head into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.

Then he's cumming, deep. Your eyes shoot open at the unfamiliar warm feeling filling you up. His hips are still stuttering to help you get there and you finally come undone with a small cry. The orgasm hitting harder than what you expected causing you to wrap your legs around his hips in a vice grip. His thrusts have slowed significantly, making sure he'd given you all of him before he'd even dream of stopping.

When he finally pulls out you're instantly met with the emptiness in your stomach, everything between your legs feels sticky and your legs trembled. He's panting softly against your neck and holding you close to him but now he's rubbing your back possessively as he whispers small thanks against your skin.

He's picking you up off the sink and placing you back on your feet carefully, you thank him quietly for doing so. But then he's laying his jacket openly on the floor and taking you by the waist to slowly lower you onto it?

"'m not done yet...just one more I promise. It'll feel great for both of us."

Small kisses along the curve of your breasts to your cheek urge you to agree playfully and your hair splays out on the floor. This probably wouldn't be the last one.

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You hadn't meant it to become routine, really, you didn't. But somehow he was able to figure out who you were each time you were on duty. He'd put in the effort of learning the guards rotation so he knew when you'd be around to escort him back from the bathroom. You always insist that this can't be a daily think but he only smiles as he pulls off your mask for you and backs you into a nearby stall.

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