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[ruereii]

Hi there!

I really enjoy your fanfics, and I wanted to share a few thoughts with you about GinHo and *Squid Game*. I wouldn’t say I’m a hardcore fan of the series—I watched the first season when everyone else did and I liked it, but that was it. A few days ago, Iwatched the last two seasons, and that’s when everything kind of hit me differently.

As a psychologist, I found the dynamic between Gi-hun and In-ho absolutely fascinating. At the same time, I couldn’t help but feel deeply unsatisfied with how their storyline ended. That’s how I ended up diving into fix-it fanfiction—and yours, honestly, are more than amazing.

What really stuck with me in Season 2 was In-ho’s emotional state and what must’ve been going through his head when he was listening in on Gi-hun and Jung Bae’s conversation during that final night watch. He came across as jealous—not just of their bond, but also of Gi-hun’s ability to connect, to care, to *live*. And there was this almost wistful daydream quality to In-ho in that moment, like he could picture himself and Gi-hun going out for a drink together... which made his line, *“Buy me a soju when we get out”*, feel so natural and emotionally loaded.

I kept thinking about Gi-hun’s night after his encounter with In-ho/Young-il. It must’ve been a whirlwind. How do you reconcile the bright, warm, emotionally available person you just spent three intense days with... with the cold, masked, brutal persona of the Front Man? Once the shock wore off, I imagine Gi-hun was overwhelmed by flashbacks—confused, haunted, maybe even betrayed???

Are there any fanfics that explore this emotional fallout? Or would you consider writing one? I’d love to read your take on these moments.

Now, if I were to imagine a more emotionally satisfying ending… I get that the sacrifice and the current ending are powerful in a literary and symbolic sense—it's raw, it hits hard, it leaves a mark. But psychologically, I just can’t see In-ho letting it go that far. I believe that he truly has a deja vu and he sees himself again in the position to save a person he cares for and a child. I believe the words he says to Gin Hun - I will make sure you and the baby will live, u have mai word, are the same he had said to his wife.

The moment he saw that Gi-hun wasn’t doing what was expected of him, I think he would’ve flipped the green button on his own—or at least ordered a shutdown or evacuation faster, especially once his brother showed up.

In my mind, the three of them (plus the baby) leave the island—maybe not willingly for In-ho, because he doesn’t see life beyond the island as something he deserves—but Gi-hun reminds him that he still owes him that soju.

Maybe Gi-hun goes to America, finally gets closure with his family, and then comes back to Seoul—to get closure with In-ho too.

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As for their relationship… to me, Gi-hun and In-ho are caught in a tragic emotional loop. In-ho is obsessed with Gi-hun—not in a romanticized, sweet way, but in a complicated web of fixation, infatuation, and control. There’s a deep-rooted ambivalence in the way In-ho treats him: part of him genuinely wants to protect Gi-hun but another part wants to *break* him, to test him, to pull him so close to the edge that he either falls—or proves he can survive.

It’s like he needs to see Gi-hun suffer in order to justify his own suffering, to validate his own descent into moral decay. And still, through all that darkness, there’s a longing—for connection, for redemption, for being seen.

Post-Games, I don’t immediately see them jumping into a romantic relationship. I think they’d start as uneasy friends, two broken men orbiting around each other, not knowing if they’re going to collide or collapse. Over time, maybe, something more grows—awkward, hesitant, and messy.

And yes, in some ways it might even look like a toxic dynamic: In-ho as the abuser, Gi-hun as the one absorbing the damage. But there’s also something undeniably magnetic about them—something that says *soulmates*, not in a fluffy way, but in the sense that they are each other’s mirror and wound and medicine.

Neither of them can fully heal without the other. They are trauma-bound, but also bound by something deeper—recognition. They see each other, *truly*, and even if that connection is painful, it’s real.

Let me know what you think. I'd love to hear your interpretation too—this ship definitely has more layers than it gets credit for.

Hello Anon! I'm similar to you as well where I watched s1 but my obsession didn't start until s2. Also, thank you so much for your compliment on my fics, I am so happy and honored that you enjoy them! There are actually a lot of fix-its out there ever since s3 came out, though I haven’t gotten around to reading them. I have considered writing the confrontation/ending scene + post canon of my own.

I typically have a darker lens when analyzing Inhun’s dynamics in canon. So take my interpretation with a grain of salt (I hope I don't get dogpiled for this lol).

For the soju scene, I think Inho was using it as leverage and manipulation similar to how he offhand mentions about people picking umbrella in Dalgona as well as the iconic “does it bother you” line after saying Gihun’s name. However! There is a small part of Inho that is envious of Gibae's friendship and also yearns to make human connections again despite how desensitized and brainwashed he is.

I think when Inho took off his mask, there was probably a lot going through Gihun’s mind. I can see him having flashbacks to Oh Ilnam, maybe that “of course” epiphany. As much as I reallyyyy wished Gihun and Inho had some conversation about what transpired between them; in that moment, I felt like Gihun cared more about keeping the baby safe and alive rather than Inho’s betrayal and everything else that comes with it (which just felt... idk odd like something is missing). On top of that, there was nothing to say to Inho as he was just “one of systematic wardens” who saw Gihun as a horse. He’s probably thinking “why would the Frontman genuinely care about a horse anyways?” (I still wished the confrontation was longer and I will forever be salty about it).

The canon ending. Okay, so, this might be an unpopular opinion, but I don’t feel like Inho was ever going to take that first step (whether ending the game or saving Gihun). The concept of “choice” is a repeated theme from s1 to s3. The guards talk about how the players “chose” to join the game, “chose” to sign the form even though this “choice” is a twisted illusion. In that moment when Gihun was standing on that last tower realizing it was either him or the baby, deep down he probably knew Inho wasn’t going to save him (again, Gihun believes FM sees him as a horse and not even a human).

Meanwhile, Inho was probably rationalizing it as “this was Gihun’s own choice, it's out of my hands, I gave him the opportunity, and he didn't take it" (Inho, you are a coward and I will forever believe that).

To me, Inho is a bird in a cage that is open but doesn’t know how to fly. Gihun could’ve taught him, encouraged him to fly again, but they parted ways with the only conversation being about the baby. That leads me into explaining the 2 ways I think could coax Inho to fly again:

Inho tells Gihun he was once a player

Gihun telling Inho that he can still make the right decisions and that it’s never too late

I don’t see option 2 happening since the moment Inho unmasks, the bridge between them had burned. To Gihun, he probably thought Inho joined the games to mess around and “have fun” similar to Ilnam. He never knew that Inho was unironically the only person in the world that would understand him, his trauma, and his desperation.

Option 1 would pretty much shatter Gihun’s perception of the Frontman, and pair it with Gihun’s empathy I think Gihun would’ve asked “what did they do to you?” “Why did you choose this?” It would make for a very interesting conversation and can lead into option 2 and then pave the way for Inho finally choosing to fly out of the cage. And the best place for this to happen is the damn confrontation scene.

Inho can have his wavering of heart, his very last bit of humanity spark again, but we also shouldn’t forget that Inho has been a prisoner of the Squid Game institution for ten years. The emotions he does show in s3 are the cracks starting to form in this cynical shell that he had learned to call home. But to undo all that psychological damage isn’t something that will go away in a few days. To me, Inho is someone who was broken who doesn’t even believe himself to be capable of making the good or right choices anymore.

Post-game is probably where all the healing would be happening. I also don’t see them jumping into a romantic relationship; however, I do see them trauma bonding (especially if Gihun knows Inho had played in the games before). I can see them having nightmares, one telling the other ‘it’s okay, I get them too’. Perhaps one day Inho would ask Gihun why he didn’t take the offer to kill the remaining finalists and Gihun would hesitate before saying “because someone once told me I was a good person and not a murderer. And I still believe her”. Gihun would essentially be the Saebyeok to Inho (Director HDH has also mentioned Inho didn’t have a Saebyeok in his games and maybe if that character existed, Inho’s path would turn out different).

Inhun holds a really special place in my heart, not just for their toxic/dark/erotic dynamic but also for their irony, unspoken, and unearthed understanding for each other. To me, I like to see Inho retain his corruption but leans toward the light while Gihun holds onto his faith, but his canvas is also splotched with darkness.

Thank you so much for this ask anon, I had to put on my canon Inhun thinking hat on. I really enjoyed reading and responding to it! 🥰

[ravenempress101]

A needle and escape Kim Hong Joong •M

Authors note: so Ravenempress101 went to see Ateez I been busy y’all and they were good Omg and now I got to write my frustration out cause they looked so good enjoy my writing and definitely send asks and comments thank you so much I love y’all

| Genre: smut •WC• 1.1k

| Paring: sadists!hongjoon x babygirl! reader

| Synopsis: Every time she tries to leave, hongjoong makes her fall in love with him again. And every time, it's worse.

| Warnings: ⚠️Intense smut Read at your own risk⚠️ {unedited}

Y/n orbs opens from her nose smelling sandalwood and whiskey.

The sheets creased. The air fell upon her skin cutting her cheek as it stilled. Her hazelnut body aches in ways she can’t explain. Like she’s been fighting something in her sleep. Or like someone placed her back together just enough to have her function

Again.

Hongjoong rolls over to her frame. His hand made its way on his cheek his head leaning in. His orbs over her alluring features. Hongjoon tongue escapes from his parted lips as he moistens them. Watching her fidgeting like it’s a ritual.

“Don’t sit up to fast” he booms “you always get dizzy after the reset”

Y/n’s mouth is dry. Her mind couldn’t remember falling asleep. She doesn’t even remember the black haired man infront of her.

“I” her voice screeches “where am I?”

A smile appears on his dimples. Not with warmth. With onwnership

“You’re home,baby girl”

Her delicate fingers clutch the edge of the blanket, droplets fell upon her as her breathing quicken. She was nervous of the motion that felt wrong.Like her hands were not hers.

His pointer finger leans forward, capturing a strand of her hair twirling it around his with gentleness of a lover…. Or a collector.

“You tried to leave again” he says voice dipped in calm poison. You got far this time. Even remembered who you were. But it’s okay. I brought you back.”

A smirk on his face as her heart pounds panicked crawling up her throat like bile “I didn’t-

His two fingers guided under her chin, lifts her face to his.

“You did” he whispers his palm on her neck enclosing his fingers on her breathing. Her breath hitched, his lips inches away from hers

“But you won’t remember by tonight. You never do.”

She stares at him as his orbs darkened , her eyes widen with tears spilling from them, trembling.

Then he presses a gentle kiss to the side of her parted mouth.

“Let’s fall in love again, baby.”

“No please don’t do this”

“It wouldn’t be right if I don’t right baby?”

Hongjoong manifests a needle of sedative. He plunges the tip in the curve of her neck The skin gave way with a faint pinch as the needle slipped in, followed by the cool rush of liquid entering the vein.

Y/n protests filled the room from it burning her flesh.

“Ahhhh that’s it baby your gonna feel so good with this stuff inside you and me”

Hongjoong yanked the needle free, her breathing slowed and her arm on his bicep fell limped caressing his skin and from the liquid coursing through her body.

He rolled on top of her thick frame. His palms captured her thighs separating them and he placed them on both sides of his waist. In all of her strength she tried to remove them.

As her vision blurred and The receptors didn’t budge. Her body was under his control.

“Please I don’t wanna….” She slurred from him. Y/n felt her body warm up from his clothes buldged rubbing against her entrance. A wet spot on his pants as his lip was between his teeth biting. He felt her tremble underneath him from his movements.

“W-w-what you don’t wanna, maybe try to escape from me fight more cmon you got some fight in you don’t you?”

Hongjoong taunted as he traces over the dimple of your thick side. His palm moves up my thick body, hongjoong places his lips at your shoulder a kiss manifest as he bites down with teeth as a purple mark appear.

A gasp fell from her lips at his hot ones. Y/n tried lifting her frame off of him but she fell back down sinking into the bedsheets. He was like a weight compared to her feather like body. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head fallin out of consciousness as she tries to fight.

He could feel the droplets pooling from your body. He lifts up and scans at your features watching you fight with your thoughts that he formed for you.

“See I’ll make sure your own mind turns against you before I ever touch your skin”

Y/n incoherently moaned “ I’m still so fragile hongjoong you can’t- can’t-

Hongjoong slips his hand inside his pants. Relieving his length. His fingers trace over the tip and follows with his shaft. Him coating himself in his precum. His eyes scans up and down your thick frame.Drinking in the site of your tears cascading on your face and mumble nothings about how you can’t function, and it was to

Much for you.

“I love how fragile you are babygirl. It makes breaking you so…..satisfying”

The Korean man rubs the tip of his length at your creamy folds. Y/n pulsed around his tip taking it in from her body under his control His manhood pushes softly inside your blood-fleshed womb. She rises up back arching off the bed from him splitting her a groan of his name. His hands guides on the lower part of your back and he thrusts more of himself filling her up with his longness.

A deep hiss from her tightness as he catches her frail embodiment . He missed how she felt around him knowing her intensity is more sensitive with the clear liquid boiling her insides.

Y/n cries out, struggling with his thick muscle throbbing inside yourself. Hongjoong head drops to the crook of her neck breathing through the overwhelming pleasure of her silkness.

“You feel so good—like a hunger I can’t ever satisfy, no matter how deep I sink.”

Hongjoong pulls slowly backward before his thrust surging back in deeper. A growing rhythm as he fucks into her. Y/n felt him move inch by inch feeling her heat grow like fire his shaft was to much and her screams in his ears knows that she felt every stab known to men.

Her arms on his pecks finding leverage to his pounding as he goes deeper and picks up pace accelerating. He captures your wrists from you and holds them behind your back he fucks up into yourself as you lean into his body feeling him hit your gummy walls.

“Hongjoong I’m so close I’m gonna cum mhmm”

His deep moans as he assaulted merciless in her frame. Her breathing quicken and her screams silenced by her euphoria that he brought her to.

““I’m waiting for you to release everything you’ve kept locked inside—let me be your escape.”

Once he said that y/n clenched around him.her high laced her existence as her released crash down on her sweat filled frame. Her oragasm longed for her and he could feel her spill her creaminess on his thick muscle hips riding out her high.

Then hongjoong let’s out a deep groaned his sloppy pummeled bury deep inside her as he filled her with robes of his potent seed his few waves a pleasure he ejects out quickly and all of the contents spills from out of her.

His breathe on her neck hard.

““I am your escape—your beautiful nightmare from which you’ll never wake.”

He mumbles on your chocolate flesh. Her tears fall as he holds her tightly as there bodies take in one exhale and another inhale he will always be in your being .

[twobefair]

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[ghoulishhx]

been thinking about frank with a reader whos a switch… like sometimes she needs to be taken care of and sometimes she just wants to fuck the living daylights out of him- poor guy would get emotional whiplash but would be too turned on to complain

I had to write on this pretty much the second the request came through because me as fuck. need more switch representation in frank fics/drabbles honestly!! this is a mixture of a headcanon/drabble, idk i got too excited to write this LOL

18+ MDNI below the cut :3

Frank Castle x Switch!Reader

so i picture it like this. one minute you're bent over, ass high as your face is smushed into the pillow, franks hand wrapped around the back of your neck whispering the most sinful, dirty things

"that feel good baby? you're so fuckin' tight princess, made to take my cock shit... my dirty fuckin' girl"

he would growl into your ear, making you a whining mess, incoherently begging him for more.

he slams impossibly harder into you with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room as a hand lands on the flesh of your ass with a harsh smack.

you're so unbelievably cockdrunk you don't recognise it as pain, only sending pleasure through your body like a jolt of electricity.

"that's it babydoll, cum for me. my good girl, all mine." primal possession takes over him as he continues ruining you. moans and whines leave your mouth along with his name and a string of curse words as you milk him dry, orgasming so hard around his cock. you loved being used by him, you loved being his to devour.

the next moment you're on top of him, riding him with one of your soft hands wrapped around his neck, taking complete control of all the movement, all the pleasure.

I believe frank does not have the ability to fully let go and let you go hard dom on him, but he loves you more than anything and if his sweet girl wants to use him, he'd be damned if he didn't give her what she wants.

"fuck frank, being so good f'me. filling me up so well." you whine, tightening your grip around his neck as you grind your hips harshly against his, he can't help but whimper at the sensation of your walls throbbing around his length, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he grips your hips so intensely you're for sure gonna be bruised in the morning.

"mhm sweet girl, take what ya need. 'm all yours princess fuck, i belong to you." he babbles as you giggle, relishing in the way your boyfriend has come so undone for you, allowing you to explore the more dominant side of you. he was too fucked out to even care about how he sounded, too drunk off of your voice, touch, body.

you hum appreciatively, addicted to the way his cock twitches inside of you, the way his moans hitch in his throat as his jaw ticks. you could tell he was getting close.

"gonna cum for me frankie? fill up my pretty pussy huh? make me yours baby." you coo, guiding him through his release as he paints your insides white with his seed. the noises that erupt from him sends another orgasm barrelling through you, joining him in ecstacy.

"that's it baby, good boy. such a good boy for me." you test the waters as you reach down, plunging your fingers into your spent core, collecting your shared juices along your digits. removing them from your cunt, you thrust them into his mouth. he doesn't think, he instantly starts lapping up the juices, tongue swirling around your fingers, sucking them dry. your clit throbs at the view beneath you, Frank fucking Castle being so fucked out of it that he's wrapped around your finger, literally.

ARGHHHH I NEEEEEED HIMMMM

a/n: I hope this is ok pookie, it's very self indulgent because I would do anything to have this. I'd be more than happy to write more stuff like this, switch reader x frank is everything to me

ok mwah you know the drill

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[thatspookyswitch]

It is pretty hot when you find out someone thinks about you when they touch themselves <3

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Bonus points: you yap to me about your story and characters. I am desperate need of a good literary yap session

[mi-co-uk]

10 Things I Hate About You au

── limited series featuring chris sturniolo and reader as Patrick and Kat !

── possible side series featuring matt sturniolo and reader as Cameron and Bianca !

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Fortnite can wait

requested<3.

Warning: Smut and use of nicknames, that’s itt!! enjoyy

The house is filled with giggles and yells from Matt playing Fortnite. You’ve been dating for 4 years and wanted to spice up the relationship. You ordered yourself a new lingerie set. A nice blood red. You walk into the room slowly. Matt’s head snaps at you. His eyes immediately lock in on your small but curved figure.

His jaw goes slack, the controller slightly slipping out of his hands.

“Baby…” he says, at a loss for words.

“You gonna finish that round or?” you say, pretending like you will walk away.

He immediately tosses the controller, standing up and walking over to you. He is towering over you, looking down at you while his hands find your waist. He pulls you into a deep, slow, passionate kiss. The kiss becomes sloppy and full of heavy breathing. He makes his way down to your neck, leaving soft kisses. He reaches your sweet spot and you groan at the feeling of the kiss. He notices and continues to leave kisses on your neck and starts to suck. You let a few soft, breathless moans leave your lips as he continues to suck on the sweet spot.

Matt moves his hand down to your thigh, giving it a tap, signaling you to jump. You jump into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist. Matt throws you on the bed while still leaving slow, delicate kisses on your neck. Matt pulls away and the lack of touch makes you whine.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he says while a smirk fires on your lips.

He pulls at the rim of your lingerie top, basically asking for permission to take it off. You nod, giving him the answer he wanted. He slowly pulls off your top, leaving you completely bare chest. Matt just sits there for a brief moment, just admiring your full, perky tits. The way they sit so nicely together, and your hardened nipples.

Matt slowly leans into your chest, leaving a long stroke of his tongue onto your sensitive nipple. Your back arches instinctively, hands sliding into his hair as a soft moan escapes you. He smirks against your skin.

“God, you’re perfect,” he mumbles, kissing lower and lower until your stomach is trembling beneath him.

His fingers trail down your sides, slow and teasing. He hooks them under the waistband of your lingerie bottoms, glancing up at you with dark, hooded eyes.

“Still good?” he asks, voice low and thick with need.

You nod, breathless. “Please.”

That one word is all it takes.

He takes his fingers, moving under the lingerie bottoms. He pulls them down, revealing your glistening cunt displayed in front of him. He smirks at the sight of you. Soaking wet, and He barely touched you.

“Look at this, ma. This beautiful wet pussy throbbing for my tongue, huh?” Matt says as he licks his lips, ready to dive in.

He leaves one long stroke of his tongue against your cunt. You need more. You’re bucking your hips at him, impatient.

“Please, please Matt, I… I need you,” you choke up between moans.

He smirks at your neediness. He leans down and starts flicking his tongue up and down your clit fast, earning loud and breathless moans from you. Your hand flies down to hold his head down. You start grinding against his face from pleasure without even knowing. You feel a knot form in the lower part of your tummy. Waves of heat flutter through your body.

“Matt, mmh, I’m— oh fuck, Matt, I’m about to cum,” you slur over your words.

Matt pulls back, smirking while standing up. You whine at the lack of contact, sitting up with a pouty face.

“I want you to cum on my cock, baby,” Matt says while unbuckling his jeans and letting them fall. You see his long thick cock slap against his stomach when it springs out. He gives his cock a few pumps before laying down beside you.

You climb into his lap, hovering over his cock. You hold it, guiding it to your entrance. His length slides in smoothly, causing a gasp to escape your lips. Matt smirks at your reaction, grabbing your ass to slowly bounce you up and down. He throws his head back, feeling your tight wet pussy swallow him whole.

You take over, bouncing slowly up and down.

“Oh fuck, Matt,” you moan, putting your hands behind your back on his thighs while you continue to ride him.

“Good job, baby. Taking my dick well. This pretty wet pussy wanted me so bad, huh ma?” Matt says breathlessly, hands behind his head, watching you do all the work.

You feel your orgasm approaching. You can’t hold it any longer.

“Fuck, Matt, I’m cumming,” you say as the hot knot in your lower belly snaps.

You stop bouncing and start grinding on his cock, riding out your high. Matt, not far after, fills your cunt with thick white ropes of cum. You collapse on his chest and the room fills with the sounds of heavy breathing.

“You did amazing, baby,” Matt says, moving hair out of your face.

You smile slightly, your eyes becoming heavy. You fall asleep with him like this, his cum dripping out of you, his dick still inside you. Just tangled up in the sheets, sticky sweaty bodies together. Your breathing slows as Matt smiles at the sight of you. He didn’t pull out. He just left it there, falling asleep like that.

a/n💌: hope this is what you wanted!! my 3rd smut fanfic how’d i do?

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[twobefair]

I'm not in the epic fandom anymore BUT

...

Suchomimus anyone?

[ghoulishhx]

I was thinking about this last night, imagine like tipsy reader comes home from a night out whatever. her and frank had weird tension for as long as they've known eachother, but they're close enough to where he can come over whenever he needs. she walks in to find him sat beaten up and bloody on her couch, and frank is aghast as he's never really seen her in anything like what she's wearing(possibly some pretty dress, whatever fits the vibes the best) maybe a sweet lil moment or more happens🤭

sorry if this seems like blabbering, i tried to make is cohesive😭

this request is just toooo CUTE. and noo don't worry about blabbering, i understood completely and i hope i delivered for you!!

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Pairing: Neighbour!Frank x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: fluff, a LOT of it, mutual pining, tipsy reader, injured frank, making out and sexual themes so MDNI please thank you, sweetheart frank, written with plus size reader in mind!, praise

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✦ friday i'm in love

You and your neighbour Frank have gotten into a routine, one you’ve come to adore and hold close to your heart. 

He comes over, you patch him up no questions asked, you feed him a home cooked meal and he helps where he can, fixing your appliances and building furniture for example. You truly love his presence, he grounds you from all the nonsense you go through when you’re not with him, always lending you an ear for your vents, offering advice (also offering to “sort out” the pricks at work giving you trouble.). There’s never really a moment you two are not together, the only things coming between you being your day jobs. You wouldn’t change this for the world.

It’s Friday night, and Frank is obviously beat up. Patrol on a Friday night was always a lot, compared to the rest of the weekdays. Drunk men causing havoc, committing crimes heavily under the influence always made the weekends more work for Frank. 

Tonight was just like any other night, as he stumbles home late at night, bloodied and bruised. He doesn't think twice before letting himself into your apartment with the spare key you gifted him. Entering your home, he notices the lack of lights. Strange, he thought to himself, you’re a night owl and never sleep before 2am. He’s always greeted by you rushing to the door to give him a hug, ushering him into the warmth of your abode. The lack of your greeting rings alarm bells through his head, and he doesn’t hesitate, reaching to his belt to pull out his sidearm, mind racing with thoughts that you were in danger. Flickering on his torch, he silently paces through the open planned room, his eyes gaze to the table where he finds a note.

“Gone out with some friends Frankie, I’ll be home about midnight. Dinner and beer are in the fridge xo”

His shoulders instantly drop, tension washing away as his eyes scan over the note, his breathing settles knowing you were okay and you were gonna be home soon. He moves to your fridge, finding tupperware with leftovers from your dinner you had presumably before you left, next to an ice cold beer, Frank’s favourite. He practically groans at the sight, wondering what he did in his past lives to deserve you here and now. Within a flash, he’s converted the food to a bowl, slammed that sucker in the microwave as he cracks open his beer. He is so comfortable existing within your space, your home feeling like his even when you’re not there. It pains him knowing he will have to leave tonight, just like it does every night. If he could have it his way, you would be by his side 24/7, holding you while you slept soundly in his arms, kissing the top of your head as he plays with your hair…

The click of the front door’s lock being turned pulls him from his thoughts of you, his breath hitches in his throat as he catches a glimpse at you. Fuck do you look gorgeous. Your hair is loosely curled, having dropped throughout the night of dancing and drinking. The dress you’re wearing has Frank in a chokehold. He’s convinced you would look stunning in nothing but a trash bag, but there’s something about the way the soft silk of your dress hugging your curves just right, accentuating the dips in your hips and the plush skin of your stomach (something you were really self conscious about before leaving your house tonight, but it's one of Frank’s favourite things about you.”, he can’t help but stare at your chest like a teenage boy. You had no idea how perfect you looked, no idea about the effect you were having on your neighbour.

“My eyes are up here, Frankie.” you giggle, slurring your words as you stumble into the room.

Frank can’t help but look away, sensing the blush creep up his neck due to you clocking him. You continue to giggle to yourself as you toss your purse onto the console cabinet next to the door, peeling your heels off and cursing at the blisters already beginning to form. The action of taking your shoes off causes you to tumble, however Frank manages to catch you in time, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist, preventing you from falling on your ass.

“Mmm my hero.” you whisper in his ear as you wrap your arms around his neck, placing a hard kiss to the side of his face. He breathes in your smell, your vanilla perfume invades his nose, his favourite smell in the world, with a hint of liquor.

“Are you drunk, sweetheart?” he asks softly, such an obvious question but he couldn’t help from ask it.

“Maybee..” you laugh, grabbing his head with your hands and angling him to look at you. Your face twists with confusion as you notice all of the cuts and scrapes littered across his face.

“Frankie, you’re hurt. Why didn’t you say when I came in?”

“It’s not that bad darlin’, don't’ worry ‘m fine.” he says with his gruff tone, looking you dead in your eyes, the colour completely covered by your dilated pupils.

“Shush, c’mon let's get you cleared up.” you raise to your feet, smoothening your dress and reaching your hand out to help him up. Seeing him injured sobered you up a lot, however he raises an eyebrow at you, as if to say are you sure you’re not too drunk.

“Don’t give me that grumpy look Frankie, I’m not that drunk, just a little tipsy. I won’t stab you, swear.” you’re still holding his hand, the realisation makes you drop it instantly as you turn away to avoid showing him how flustered you were from such a simple touch.

“Ya better not doll, not lettin’ ya get rid of me that easily.” he chuckles darkly as he looks you up and down, making his way to the bathroom and pulling out the fold up chair you keep in there for this very situation. You join him in the cool tiled room, but before you did anything you had to take your makeup off, it had been on too long and it was borderline overstimulating. You pull your makeup remover wipes from the cabinet under the sink, pulling one out as you wipe it across your face, smearing makeup everywhere as you clean yourself.

Frank watched in awe as you did such a simple mundane task in front of him, surprised at how aroused he was just from watching you wipe your face. He can’t take your eyes off you, you were addicting. Frank would happily watch you do anything, being as enthralled with you as he was.

“What are you looking at Frank?” you question, feeling his eyes stare holes into the side of your face.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful sweetheart.” he whispers, surprised at his own admission. He was too transfixed on your movements to stop himself from thinking before he spoke. You giggle brings him back to earth as he clears his throat, as if to pass it off as a cough.

“You think I’m beautiful?” you softly speak, turning to fully face him now, makeup pretty much fully removed as you lean on the counter. Your eyes meet and the air in the room feels much thicker than before, electricity coursing through the space as you look intently into one another’s eyes. 

“Think? I know darlin’, most damn beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” he mumbles, wetting his lips with his tongue as he takes your form in for the millionth time tonight.

Your breathing intensifies, your stomach flips from his compliment. You had secretly been harbouring feelings for your neighbour for a while, but never believed they were/could be reciprocated. You put the used wipe down, as you saunter over him and climb into his lap, wrapping your legs over his thighs. His hands shoot to your waist to keep you stable.

“Well I think you’re beautiful Frank.”

“Tsk, ya dunno what you’re sayin’ sweet girl, if you were sober you’d feel different.” he grumbles, a sly smirk forming in the corner of his mouth. Not once do his eyes move from your face, taking in every freckle, bump and ridge, the plumpness of your lips swooning him.

“I’m pretty much sobered up now Frank, stop worrying.” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’ve thought you were beautiful for a while, y’know..”

“Likewise angel.. You dunno what ya do t’me.” he whispers, his breath catches your face due to only being mere inches apart now, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity up your spine.

“Can I kiss you, pretty girl?”

“Please.”

He doesn’t wait a second longer, placing his lips upon your softer ones. The kiss begins tentatively, slow and explorative, but it’s not long before it grows hungrier, more desperate. Your mixed pent up emotions for one another finally escaping inside of each other’s mouths.

You wrap your fingers up in his hair, tugging slightly as his lips leave yours and land on your neck, nibbling and sucking the sensitive skin, eliciting moans from you.

“Fuck babydoll, I’ve waited too long to have you like this..” he mumbles into your neck, the vibrations of his words sending arousal straight to your panties. 

“Need you.. Need you so bad Frankie.. Please touch me..” you beg, peppering kisses along the top of his head as you grind yourself down onto his rock hard bulge. He can’t help but buck his hips into yours.

“Eager aren’t we?” he teases, whispering in your ear. “As much as I wanna take ya up on that doll, wanna make sure you’ll fully remember our first time.” you go to argue this but he stops you “I know you’re pretty much sober baby, but I want it to be special for ya.. That okay with you?” you sigh in defeat, nodding your head. “Attagirl.” he places another kiss on your lips as he grabs the flesh of your ass, making you gasp as he grins, knowing damn well how much he’s teasing you.

You roll your eyes as you climb off of him, reaching under the sink to grab your first aid kit, having completely neglected the sole purpose of why you were both in the cramped en-suite bathroom. Patching Frank up takes no time at all, only minor injuries tonight that a good wipe with antiseptic and a bandage could fix. The entire time you were working on him, his hands never left your hips, rubbing comforting circles around the curve. 

“All done Frankie.” you lean down and kiss the top of his head.

“Thank you babygirl, I’ll get out ya hair, let ya relax after your night out alright?” he stands from his seat, pulling you into his warm embrace.

“Stay.” you mumble into his chest, breathing him in, basking in the closeness.

“Please?” you tilt your head up to him, resting your chin on his chest, giving him your best puppy dog eyes to further convince him.

“Course I will doll, anythin’ for ya.” he kisses the top of your head, as you pull away and lead him out of the bathroom to your bedroom. You don’t bother making him turn around as you unsheath yourself from your dress, allowing the fabric to pool at your feet. Frank uses as much self control he can muster to not take you then and there, remembering his words he told you earlier on about waiting for the right time. He shudders a deep breath as he removes his shirt and jeans too, watching you climb into bed and hold out your arms for him to join you, and that he does.

He climbs beside you and pulls you snug into his chest, spooning you. Your eyelids begin to fall heavy, being completely at peace in his grasp. You hum appreciatively, after fantasizing about this moment for months now you finally have it, you finally have him.

“Sleep well sweet girl, I’ll be here in the mornin’, promise.” he whispers in your hair, as you mumble an incoherent response, drifting off to sleep. It’s not long until he joins you, feeling just as at ease tucked up in bed with you as you feel. 

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Gone Wonwoo imagine 18+

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⚠️Read at your own risk ⚠️ this singer would not do this ever this is fiction not true but please enjoy my inbox is always open for requests! Warning:dubcon, forcing, bodily fluids, size kink, dry humping, dark smut,

Wonwoo at y/n’s door of her bedchambers. His palms captures the doorknob. Soft noises erupted on the other side of her door. Wonwoo could tell she was a awake. He knows she's awake by now — has been awake for a few minutes, judging by the rustling sounds. He's been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now that it's here, he's almost afraid to take the final step.

Wonwoo as never been inside y/n’s sanctuary, never had a reason to.he always respected the place she sleeps, of her personal space.but this is a necessity for his plans to come to fruition. She needs to break down the walls she built around herself to make her see Wonwoo in a different light.

The sounds grew louder inside her room. Wonwoo could hear her getting ready for the day. A deep inhale he manifested steadying himself.he slowly turns the doorknob pushing her door open.

“Y/n”he says softly closing the door behind him.

Y/n is standing by her dresser, a curling iron in hand as she twirls her finger around a silk hazelnut curl. Staring at him through the mirror. Her orbs flashed with shock an disbelief. Wonwoo can see the fear lurking in their depths. It's not a fear of him, not exactly — it's a fear of the unknown, of what he's capable of.

Wonwoo “ she whispers her voice trembles as her mind wonders with thoughts as to why is he in her presence “what are you doing here? He doesn't answer her right away, instead taking a moment to drink in the sight of her. Y/n is gorgeous , as always, her long dark chestnut hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She's dressed in a simple white nightgown, the thin fabric clinging to her thick curves in a way that makes Wonwoo's pulse quick enough that he can hear it.

“I’ve come to speak with you”his husky voice catching him out of his trance. Y/n turns to face him then, her eyes never leaving his brown orbs as she sets the hairbrush down on the dresser. “About what?” she asks warily.

Wonwoo doesn't answer, instead taking a step closer to her.her frame stiffening as he approaches, and Wonwoo can't help the smirk that manifested at his lips. He was thrilled when she's like this — all nervous and skittish, like a frightened rabbit.

Won’t you take a seat my lady” gesturing to her California king bed.

For a moment, y/n doesn't move a muscle her eyes darting back and forth between Wonwoo and the bed. Then, slowly, she nods, taking a few hesitant steps towards the bed before perching on the edge. Wonwoo follows her, sitting down beside her and turning slightly so that he's facing y/n’s chubby frame.

“Now,” he says, his voice dropping even lower. “I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?”

Y/n swallows hard, her throat working as she stares up at him. “About what?” she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo smiles then, a slow, predatory grin that makes her shiver. “About us,” he says sinfully “And what I'm going to do to you.”

Y/n’s palms sweaty, she could feel her heart beat in her ears from what fell from Wonwoo’s mouth.she knew someone lurked out side of her window from nights on end. It explains Wonwoo’s eyes on her from every council meeting they endured. But she never thought he would take it this far, never thought he would actually break into her room like this.

W-what do you mean? Keeping her voice steady even as her curvy frame quivered underneath the venom that spilled with his words.

Wonwoo smile alluring on her.his orbs trailing over her face before he went lower, taking in all her curves of her body beneath her silky nightgown.y/n gasps left her body feeling exposed under his gaze. Vulnerable underneath his stare she crosses her arms over her big chest, trying to savor her image but Wonwoo chuckles softly.

I think you know what I mean, y/n ,” he tormented reaching out to trail a finger along her arm. She shivers at the touch, her skin tingling where he's traced his finger. “I've been watching you for a long time now. I know all about you, all your little secrets and desires.”

Y/n shakes her head from his protests of her. Her inhales shallow “no Wonwoo you don’t know nothing about me” her eye burrow furrowed at his accusing.

Wonwoo smile slipped and lowers himself at your ear,

“Oh, but I do”, his breathe close to your ear, hot breathe splitting your flesh, “I know how you touch yourself late at night, how you whimper and moan when you're alone in your bed. I know how much you crave to be filled, to be stretched and taken until you can't think of anything else.how’s that new king working for you, making you feel alone uh?”

Y/n scans between both of his cocoa brown venomous eyes. Face heats up, the humiliation washing over her. It’s true craving someone to touch her good and the king she’s with as a cold shoulder of no intimacy that y/n forced to loves but that’s private. The fact that Wonwoo knows what happens in her own privacy

No,” she says again, shaking her head vehemently. “That's not true. You don't know anything about me.”

Wonwoo trails his eyes over her and his dimples are visible.his fingers cupping your cheeks. Y/n tries to pull from his grasp. He held her in place effortlessly “don’t lie to me darling” he croons, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. I've seen the desire in your eyes, the way you lick your lips when I walk by.”

Wonwoo fixes his sleeve on his white puffy shirt.she wants to deny it,want to tell him he’s wrong that she’s never looked at him that way.starring up at his darken eyes she knows it will be a lie.heat pooling in her lower stomach when he’s near But it's not desire, not really. It's more like… appreciation. Admiration, even. Because Wonwoo is beautiful, in a dark, dangerous sort of way.

“your imaging things” y/n sweat erupted on her forehead voice stumbling trying to be firm.

Wonwoo laughs again, the sound sending shivers down Y/n’s spine. “Maybe,” he asserted leaning in even closer. “But that doesn't change the fact that you want me, does it?”

Y/n parts her mouth to protest from Wonwoo before she could get it out her words were eaten by His heartshapes pressing on her lips. It’s a soft kiss sending sparks shooting through her body, y/n shorts circuits And tries to pull away, tries to push him off Wonwoo’s fingers guides to the back of her chestnut curls, his slender pointer fingers tangling in her hair and holding her frame with his.

As he kisses her, his other hand glides to her waist, sliding up underneath her nightgown to manipulate her olive bare skin. Y/n’s gasps against his chapped lips, her heart racing as his fingers glide over her stomach, up to her breast. He squeezes gently, his thumb skim over her hardened nipple, and She can't help the moan that escapes her.

Wonwoo pulls back, a triumphant smile on his face as he stares down at her Cupid’s bow inches away from her face. “See?” he booms, his thumb still stroking her nipple. “I told you that you wanted me.”

Y/n head shakes side to side, clearing the haze that’s settled over her. Y/n’s thoughts jumbled up inside her mind when Wonwoo is teasing her from the outside. She can't remember why she shouldn't be enjoying his touch. The fog clears, reality comes storming back in and her palms shove at Wonwoo’s muscular chest.

Stop,” she says, her voice firm. “I don't want this.”

Wonwoo towered over her. His menacing smile his massaging her hardened nipple. “Yes you do sweetheart he says gently and soon you’ll be begging for it isn’t that right? “

Y/n wants to scream wants to push the Korean man off and run out of the room. Even as she thinks it Wonwoo is so strong he already has the guards barricading the castle doors. There’s no way she’ll be able to escape him not now.

Y/n swallows deep, trying to place bass back in her voice.” What do you want from me? “She asks her voice barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo’s eyebrow raises and he grins, his orbs performing with something raven and dangerous. “Everything” he says simply “I want everything y/n, him carrying on your body your heart that precious soul, and I won’t stop until I have it all “

His words sending shivers down her back from the coldness he spat.Wonwoo’s obsessed with y/n, has been for a long time. if the things he's said are true. And now that he has her alone, there's no telling what he might do.

“What are you going to do to me?”Softly spoken scanning his tense features. As a lump forms in her throat.

Wonwoo menacing dark torment feels her frame “oh’my dear” he exclaims “I’m going to do everything to you”

His lips crashed down on hers. His kisses hard and demanding. Wonwoo’s teeth nipping at her bottom lip as his tongue dives into her mouth.y/n tries pushing her body up forcing him off of her, placing her head to the side to break the kiss. Wonwoo grips her in place one hand still on her breast while the other guides to her throat his two fingers enclosed as he chokes her in place as he ravishes her mouth.

She’s being consumed, Wonwoo is devouring her from the inside out. His kiss is all-encompassing, leaving no part of her untouched, unclaimed. By the time he finally pulls back, y/n breathe is quicken her lungs burning as she tries to catch her breathe.

Wonwoo stares down at her, his eyes dark with desire, a smirk playing at his lips. “See how good we can be together, Y/n he mewls, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “All you have to do is give in, and I'll give you everything you've ever wanted.”

“I’ll never give in Wonwoo.”she can’t give into him. Can’t let him win. No matter what he does to her, she has to resist. She has to be strong.

“No matter what you do”,looking up at him defiantly.

Wonwoo's mouth twisted his eyes flashing raven. “We'll see about that,” he growls before claiming her Cupid’s bow once again.

Wonwoo is so determined. All she can do is endure, and hope that someone finds her before it's too late. Because if Wonwoo has his way, she has a feeling that she'll never be the same again.

Wonwoo is on fire. He can feel it in every inch of his body, the heat building as he kisses her, as he manipulates her. She's so soft, so pliant beneath his hands, and he can't get enough of her. He's wanted this for so long, dreamed of it, fantasized about it. And now that it's finally happening, he can barely believe it.

He pulls back from the kiss, staring down at y/n’s face. Her heartshapes are red and swollen, her cheeks flushed with lust. Wonwoo can't help but smirk as his mind danced on the idea of the chubby chocolate curved she has. his cock hardening even more at the desire shining in her eyes.

Wonwoo reaching for the hem of her nightgown. Her eyes go wide, and she grabs his wrist, trying to stop him from undressing her. Wonwoo just smirks, prying her fingers off of his wrist easily before pushing her hands away.

“Don't,”as her whisper fell from her mouth, voice trembling.

Wonwoo grabs her wrists, holding them at her sides as he scans in over her naked body.

She's beautiful, just as he's always known she would be. Her skin is smooth and unblemished.

Wonwoo tongue wiggles inside her sensitive folds spreading them. Y/n gasps from his lips tracing figure 8 motions. He suckled on your gummy walls manifesting your high that called your body.

Once he was done his face was covered in her arousal and he cleaned her up. Y/n coming back down from her high as Wonwoo snapped her out of her euphoria.

“Do you see now?” he asks, his voice low and rough with desire. “Do you see how good it can be between us?

Y/n just stares up at him, loosing her self in his chocolate eyes her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Wonwoo reaches out, running his finger along her neck enclosing in on her air as he waits for her answer.

No,” she finally says. “This is wrong, Wonwoo. You can't do this.” The king he owns me not you

He just smirks, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her neck . “I can, and I will,” he grunted against her skin. “And you're going to love every second of it.”

Wonwoo grabs her wrists, holding them at her sides as he drinks in the sight of her ivory skin. Wonwoo's mouth waters at the sight of her hardened nipples, and he leans down, sucking one into his mouth as Y/n whimpers.

“Wonwoo,” she gasps, her hips arching up off the bed. “Please…”

Wonwoo ignores her pleading, instead lavishing attention on first one breast and then the other. He sucks and licks and bites, reveling in the whimpers and moans that fall from Her lips. She's writhing beneath him, her body trembling with desire, and Wonwoo knows that he's winning. He's wearing her down, breaking through the walls she's built up around herself.

When he's finally satisfied that her nipples are red and sensitive, Wonwoo pulls back, releasing his hold on Y/n wrists and sitting up. She lies there panting, her chest heaving as she stares up at him with a mixture of desire and fear in her eyes.

You're beautiful,” Wonwoo breathed, running his hands up and down her sides. “So perfect.”

She doesn't say anything, just continues to stare up at him. Wonwoo smirks, enjoying the way her eyes flick down to his crotch, lingering on the bulge there. He knows that she wants him, knows that she craves his touch. And he's going to give it to her, whether she wants it or not.

He moves then, shifting until he's lying between her spread legs. She gasps as he settles against her, his cock pressing against her core through the fabric of his pants. Wonwoo groans at the feel of her, at the wet heat that's so evident even through the barrier of their clothes.

“Wonwoo…” She breathes, her hands coming up to push against his chest. “You have to stop. Please…”

But Wonwoo just shakes his head, pressing his forehead against hers as he grinds against her. “I can't stop,” he purred. “Not now. Not when I'm so close to having you.”

Y/n whimpers, her nails digging into his chest as he continues to grind against her. Wonwoo can feel how wet she is, can feel the heat of her core like a brand against his cock. He groans, biting back a moan as he rubs against her clit.

“You want this,” he breathes, staring down into her eyes. “You want me. I can feel it.”

“No,” She moans, shaking her head even as her hips arch up to meet his thrusts. “I don't… I can't…”

“You can,” Wonwoo growls, pressing his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. “And you will.”

She moans into the kiss, her hips moving of their own accord as Wonwoo grinds against her. He knows that she's close, knows that it won't take much more to send her over the edge. And as much as he wants to feel her come apart beneath him, he wants more. He wants to be inside of her when it happens, wants to feel her clenching around his cock as she screams his name.

With that thought in mind, he pulls back from the kiss, sitting up once again. She whimpers at the loss, her hips jerking up to follow him, and Wonwoo smirks. She may not want to admit it, but she craves him just as much as he craves her.

He reaches for the fastenings of his pants, undoing them quickly before pushing them down off his hips. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing, and Wonwoo groans at the relief of finally being able to touch it. He wraps his fingers around his length, stroking once, twice as he stares down at Her

She's watching him with wide eyes, her mouth falling open as she takes in the sight of him. Wonwoo smirks at her innocent eyes, at the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She wants him; he's sure of it now.

“Do you see what you do to me?” he asks, stroking his cock again. “This is all for you, Y/n

She swallows hard, her eyes never leaving his cock. “It's too big,” she whispers.

Wonwoo chuckles. “It'll fit,” he promises. “And once it's inside of you, you'll never want it to leave.”

He leans down then, pressing the tip of his cock against her entrance. gasps and spreading her legs wider as she stares up at him. Wonwoo takes a moment just to drink in the sight of her like this — spread out beneath him, wet and ready and wanting. His palms found there way to her legs placing them on his board shoulders. Then, unable to wait any longer, he surges forward, sheathing himself inside of her with one smooth thrust.

Y/n cries out, her back arching off the bed as her fingers dig into Wonwoo's shoulders. Wonwoo groans, his head falling forward as he tries to breathe through the pleasure of being inside of her. She's tight, so tight that it borders on pain, but it's the best kind of pain he's ever felt.

“Wonwoo…” She moans, her legs wrapping around his waist as she tries to urge him closer. “Oh god…”

Wonwoo pulls back to stare down at her, taking in the look of pleasure and desire on her face. She's beautiful like this, so beautiful that it almost hurts to look at her. Almost.

He pulls out slowly before surging back in, setting a steady rhythm as he fucks her. Y/n meets his thrusts, her hips rising to meet his own, and Wonwoo can feel the pleasure building inside of him already.

“You're so tight,” he groans, leaning down to press his lips to her neck. “Feels so good…”

Y/n just moans in response, her nails scraping down his back as she clings to him. Wonwoo fucks her harder, faster, unable to control himself now that he's finally inside of her. He needs this, needs her, and he's not going to stop until he's satisfied his craving.

He can feel her tightening around him, can feel her teetering on the edge of her release. He reaches down between them, his fingers finding her clit as he continues to fuck her. She cries out, her hips jerking as Wonwoo rubs quick circles over the sensitive bud.

“So good,” Wonwoo groans against her neck. “You're so good, Babygirl”

She doesn't respond, just wraps her legs around him tighter, holding him close as he fucks her. Wonwoo continues to rub her clit, continued to fuck her until finally, blessedly, he feels her come apart beneath him. Her walls clench around him, holding him tightly inside of her as she cries out his name.

Wonwoo fucks her through her orgasm, drawing it out as long as he can. It's too much, too much pleasure, and he knows that he's not going to last much longer. But he wants to make this good for her, wants to make sure that she enjoys every second of what he's doing to her.

Finally, though, he can't hold back any longer. With a groan, he surges forward, burying himself as deep inside of her as he can get. He comes with a shout, filling her with his creamy seed as he rides out the last few waves of his pleasure.

When it's over, he collapses on top of her, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. He can feel her trembling beneath him, can feel the way her inner walls are still clenching around him. It makes him groan, makes him want to stay inside of her forever.

But eventually, he pulls out, falling over onto his back on the bed beside her.Y/n lies there unmoving, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed look in her eyes. Wonwoo turns his head, smirking at the sight.

“Good?” he asks smugly.

She turns her head to look at him, her eyes wide. “How could you do that?” she whispers.

Wonwoo just shrugs, reaching out to run his fingers up and down her arm. “I told you,” he says. “I want you, in every way possible. And I always get what I want.”

She shivers but doesn't say anything else. Wonwoo just stares at her, enjoying the sight of her lying there naked and well-fucked. She's his now, his to keep forever.

And he'll do whatever it takes to make sure she never leaves him.

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