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meadowfics · 3 months ago

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new director

namgyu x f!onlyfans!reader

this is a part two to my namgyu fic linked here

warnings: minors do not interact. 18+, smut. sex work involved and included in this fic. vulgar dialogue. switch!namgyu. switch!reader. vocal namgyu. p in v unprotected. breeding kink.

a year has flown by since you and namgyu became partners, both as a couple who happened to grow as each other's best friend as well. everything has clicked into place.

you’re still fantasygalaxy on onlyfans, your online empire thriving with subscribers who can’t get enough of your photos, videos, and sultry voice calls.

the money’s steady and flowing (big bank ayyy), the work’s fun, and you’ve got it locked down. there is never in-person stuff, just digital seduction from the safety of your penthouse.

namgyu was the one exception, the only guy who’s ever crossed that line from screen to reality. he’s cool with your hustle, never bats an eye when you spend nights filming, transforming into whatever role your fans are craving.

thats one great thing about your boyfriend, he respects you outside of this work. he loves you as y/n, even though he appreciates fantasygalaxy too.

sometimes he is there just off camera, watching you while he’s still pentagon.gyu. he loves throwing cash at your content like it’s a game.

he does it half to support you, half to mess with you, like he’s staking his claim as your number-one fan.

“I gotta keep the algorithm happy,” he’ll joke, but you know he loves it. early on, you both set a hard rule: he stays out of your videos. no appearances, no hints of a boyfriend.

your subscribers, especially the men and gay women, would lose it if they knew you were taken, and neither of you wants to tank your income over some drama.

you’ve built something solid with namgyu.

it’s not just sex, though there’s plenty of that, it’s coffee runs, late-night takeout, him teaching you how to play some dumb video game while you laugh at his nerdy excitement.

he’s your boyfriend, your bestfriend, and it’s weirdly normal despite how you met.

still, you keep your worlds separate: fantasygalaxy is for the fans, but namgyu’s for you.

one night, you’re prepping to film, hyped for a new role-play you’ve been teasing on your page. you’re going full naughty housecleaner—think skimpy black dress, frilly apron, thigh-high stockings, maybe a feather duster for extra flair.

you’re arranging your setup in the living room, candles flickering for ambiance, when disaster strikes.

your tripod, that trusty piece of junk you’ve been meaning to replace, snaps in half mid-adjustment.

“are you fucking kidding me?” you shout, hurling the broken legs across the room. they clatter against the wall, and you’re fuming, pacing like a caged animal.

“this is just my luck tonight.”

namgyu’s sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone, one eyebrow raised at your outburst.

“ you good? what’d the tripod do to deserve that?” he’s teasing, but when he sees the genuine frustration in your eyes, he sits up, tossing his phone aside.

“okay, for real, what’s the problem? you look like you’re about to set it on fire.”

you groan, slumping against the table.

“it’s fucked. i was supposed to film tonight and I promised a big post, got everyone hyped, and now my setup’s ruined.” you kick at the broken pieces for emphasis.

“i can’t just hold the phone myself. it’ll look like amateur hour.”

he stands, stretching, and walks over, nudging the wreckage with his foot.

“so what’s the move? you canceling?” you shake your head, chewing your lip.

“no way. i’ll lose momentum if i skip. i just… ugh, i don’t know.” then it hits you, and you look at him, eyes narrowing with an idea.

“actually… you could help.”

he freezes, hands halfway into his pockets.

“help? like, what, hold your props or something? i’m not getting in your videos, y/n. we agreed since I don't need weirdos to come into club pentagon and jump my ass.” you laugh, waving him off.

“not like that, relax. i mean film. hold the phone, get the angles, be my director. you stay behind the camera, no one sees you, no one knows. you could be a friend for all they know.” he blinks, processing, then a slow grin spreads across his face.

“director, huh? you trying to put me to work now?” you step closer, poking his chest, voice dropping playfully.

“come on, it’ll be fun. you get to boss me around for once, and i’ll… make it worth your while later.”

he’s sold, eyes glinting, “deal. but i’m not going easy on you. i want oscar or daejong worthy shit.”

you snort, already heading to change, “yeah, yeah. just don’t drop my phone.”

you slip into your outfit with a tight black dress that barely covers your ass, lacy apron tied loose, stockings gripping your thighs just right.

the tattoos on your arm, those starry swirls namgyu’s obsessed with, peek out as you adjust the straps. you catch him staring as you step back into the room, and he clears his throat, picking up your phone like it’s a lifeline.

“fuck, you look…” he trails off, shaking his head.

“nevermind, let’s just do this before i lose it.”

you tweak the role-play on the fly. instead of a solo housecleaner bit, you pitch a new angle: you’re a maid who’s slacking off, and the

“director”—namgyu, behind the camera—catches you, ordering you to make up for it with a show. it’s perfect. he’s involved without showing his face, just his voice barking commands to sell the fantasy, and you can play off it without breaking your no-boyfriend rule.

“so,” you say, twirling the duster, “i’m lazy, you’re pissed, and i gotta make it right. sound good?”

he nods, already in director mode, “yeah, but you better sell it. i’m not holding this thing for nothing.”

you start filming, and it’s electric from the jump. you saunter over to a table, bending low to “dust,” your dress riding up to flash your panties—black lace, a fan favorite.

you glance at namgyu, and holy shit, he’s struggling. the poor man's joggers are doing a bad job hiding his boner, the outline of his dick clear as day, but you bite your lip and stay focused.

“is this good, sir?” you purr, dragging the duster slow across the table, arching your back for the shot. his voice comes rough from behind the phone.

“not good enough. you’re slacking... make it worth my time.”

it’s hot, the way he’s leaning into it, and you’re feeding off his energy.

you strip halfway, peeling the dress off to reveal a matching bra and panties, tossing the apron aside like it’s an afterthought. you climb onto the table, crawling slow, letting your hips sway as you look at the camera...not at namgyu, but it’s hard not to when you know he’s right there.

“better?” you ask, spreading your thighs just enough to tease.

“keep going,” he says, and you catch the strain in his tone.

“you’re not done till i say so.” you roll onto your back, trailing your hands down your stomach, stopping short of anything too explicit.

it’s a tease, not a finale, and you want to keep the fans begging. you slide off the table, straddling a chair, running your fingers along your thighs, smirking as you hear namgyu shift, probably adjusting himself.

“cut,” he finally says, voice like gravel, and you’re on him in seconds. you snatch the phone, toss it onto the floor somewhere, and crash your lips into his, climbing into his lap.

he groans, hands flying to your hips, pulling you flush against him.

“what the hell, y/n.. stop teasing me?” he pants, already grinding up into you. you can feel him through the joggers, hard and throbbing, and it’s driving you wild.

“tease?” you murmur, biting his lip.

“i’m about to give you everything, baby.”

you slide off him, tugging his joggers down, and his cock springs free... thick, leaking, begging for you. you don’t hesitate, you climb over his lap and sink down onto him right there on the floor, his length stretching you in that perfect, aching way.

“oh, fuck, yes,” you gasp, rolling your hips as he grabs your ass, thrusting up hard.

“fuck you’re such a desperate little slut,” he growls, voice dripping with venom, “couldn’t even wait to post that video, huh? needed my dick right fucking now.”

you laugh, clenching around him, making him hiss.

“talk all you want, namgyu, but you’re mine. i can ride this cock whenever i damn well please and you know that.. you let me every time.”

he’s losing it, hands roaming your back, your thighs, like he can’t get enough.

“shit, you’re so fucking soaked,” he moans, slamming up into you.

“I love watching you work for those losers online, but this? this is all mine.” you lean forward, nails digging into his shoulders, voice sharp.

"ahhh-- fuck! its all yours.”

it’s vulgar, messy, skin slapping as you fuck him hard, chasing that high.

“you love it, don’t you?” you taunt, slowing your hips just to mess with him, “knowing you went fro being one of them to being the only one who gets to fill me up.”

he’s close, you can tell since his thrusts are sloppy, desperate, and he’s cursing under his breath. you’re right there with him, but you try to hold off, squeezing around him to drag it out.

“don’t you fucking dare,” he snarls, catching your game, “don’t hold what i’m trying to get out of you.”

he thrusts harder, deeper, and it’s game over...you’re cumming, a sharp cry ripping from your throat as your body locks up, pleasure crashing through you.

he’s right behind, groaning your name as he finishes inside you, hot and thick, spilling inside of your walls until you’re trembling.

you collapse against him, both of you gasping, sweaty, wrecked. Namgyu's arms wrap around you, loose but warm, and he kisses your shoulder, muttering, “holy shit!”

you laugh, still catching your breath, head resting against his chest, “you’re not bad for a first-time director.” he smirks, already cocky again.

“give me a week, i’ll have you nominated for best actress.” you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling, content to stay there for a minute, his cum still warm inside you, feeling like the world’s just you and him inside of a studio... when in reality it is just your sky-rise penthouse.

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almostwisegalaxy · 1 month ago

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The forbidden in his eyes

Go hyun-tak x Sieun Sister!reader

Part 2 of UP to two Read this first I beg you

The reader has a shy character in this story

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Initially, Si-eun wasn't wary.

Hyun-tak was always the quiet one, but he saw everything. A quiet rock. He never took the lead unless necessary, and yet, he was always there when needed. That was his strength. And it was surely what had reassured Y/N, even if she didn't say it.

It was gradual.

The first time was a quick trip to the local park. A break between classes, a desire for fresh air. Humin had yelled at pigeons, Juntae had gotten lost in his own thoughts as usual, and Si-eun had seen, in the distance, Y/N sitting on a bench. And Hyun-tak… standing next to her, offering her an ice cream. She had smiled. He had looked away.

No one said anything. But Si-eun felt it.

That something, there. Slight but very real. An invisible thread between the two of them.

It intensified over the weeks.

Y/N, usually reluctant to stay in overly noisy groups, more often agreed to join them. But not for them. For him.

"Is Gogo coming?" she would sometimes ask, in a detached tone that was anything but innocent.

The first time she called him that, "Gogo," everyone burst out laughing. Except Hyun-tak, who turned beet red.

"Why do you call him that?" Humin grumbled.

"I don't know. Gotak, it's ugly. Gogo, it's softer."

And as if it were obvious, it stuck. Gogo this, Gogo that.

Even Juntae smiled, with his enigmatic look. But Si-eun frowned. He didn't say anything that day. He just watched Hyun-tak out of the corner of his eye.

Y/N was tactile. That wasn't new.

She'd cling to his arm when they walked together. She'd rest her head on his shoulder on the subway when she was tired. She'd take Si-eun's hand without warning, like when she was little. And yet… it wasn't the same with Hyun-tak.

It was never her who changed. It was him.

Every time she placed her hand on his shoulder, Hyun-tak became stiffer. Every time she laughed at one of his jokes—and only his—he would pinch his lips to keep from smiling too broadly. And most of all… he'd blush. Like a living blush. guy...

Every single time.

And Y/N? She saw nothing.

She continued to talk, to laugh, to tug on his sleeve, to complain about her homework, to thank him for a snack, to sit just a little too close.

But it was always him who looked away. Who pretended. Who whispered to himself: You don't have the right.

Hyun-tak knew.

He kept telling himself it was stupid. That it was temporary. That she was fifteen, and he was seventeen. It wasn't much, maybe. But in his head, it was a barrier. A forbidden line. He told himself he wasn't good enough for her.

Not smart enough. Not strong enough. Too used to solving problems with his fists. Too awkward with words.

And yet, he couldn't help but stay. To be there. To reach out when she stumbled. To give her his jacket when she was cold. To send her a message at night when he knew she'd had a bad day.

She didn't always reply.

But when she did, it was with these simple little words:

- Thanks, Gogo.

- You save my day.

And he would sit on his bed, phone on his chest, eyes closed, his heart a little too heavy.

He didn't have the right.

But he didn't want to distance himself either.

One afternoon, they found themselves alone, without the others. Y/N had invited him, almost without thinking.

"Can you help me study for math? Oppa's not here, and I hate equations."

He hesitated. Just for a second. Then he accepted.

At her place, it was quiet. Clean. A little messy too. Books, folded clothes, snacks hidden in a corner of the desk. She was comfortable. He, less so.

She had put on an oversized sweater. Did it belong to him? He preferred not to ask.

She sat on the floor, legs crossed, the textbook open in front of her.

"Explain this to me," she said, pointing to a problem.

He knelt beside her, tried to explain.

She understood quickly. And smiled.

"You're really not dumb, Gogo."

"You're better than you think you are."

"You're cute when you say that like it's nothing."

He looked at her. A little too long.

She didn't even notice.

That evening, Si-eun came home early.

He found them both in the living room, bent over a notebook. Nothing suspicious. Just… too close. Too fluid. Too natural.

Y/N looked up and said, cheerfully:

"Oppa, Gogo saved me from despair!"

Hyun-tak stood up, nervously, hands in his pockets.

"I'm going to go."

He avoided Si-eun's gaze. Y/N, meanwhile, continued to put her things away as if nothing had happened.

But Si-eun felt his stomach clench.

It wasn't that he didn't like Hyun-tak.

It might even have been the opposite.

He was the most reliable of them all. The one who fought without hesitation to protect others. Who had never betrayed, never lied, never fled. When they were in trouble, he was the one who stood firm without thinking. He was loyal, upright, courageous.

But Si-eun was struggling.

Too much.

To see him look at Y/N like that.

With that mixture of silent admiration, contained tenderness, and guilt. Si-eun saw it. He read it in his gestures, in his silences.

That look… it didn't belong to a mere friend.

But he said nothing.

Not yet.

***

A few days later, it was a rainy day.

Y/N had missed her bus. She had called Hyun-tak. Not her brother. Him.

He had run to her stop, found her soaked, shivering. She had tried to joke.

"You're allowed to tell me I'm an idiot, go ahead."

He removed his jacket without answering and placed it over her shoulders. Then, simply:

"I can't leave you like this."

They walked slowly, under an umbrella that was too small. She laughed. He blushed. And in that fine rain, he had wanted to take her hand.

But he didn't.

He didn't have the right.

Si-eun watched them from afar.

He still said nothing.

But his fists sometimes clenched, for no reason. His gaze became harder. Not towards Hyun-tak. Nor towards Y/N. Just… towards this reality he couldn't control.

He wanted to protect her. Like before. Like always.

But he also knew… that he couldn't keep her away from the world. Not forever.

And most of all, that she would choose him herself.

Even if she didn't realize it.

Even if "Gogo" remained a silly nickname in the eyes of others.

For her, he had become a landmark.

And that…

that scared Si-eun more than anything.

---

POV Hyun-tak

He should have backed away long ago.

He knew it.

He had known it the first time she ran to him with that smile too big for her still-round cheeks, when she grabbed his arm without asking permission, when she called him Gogo as if it were normal.

No one called him that. No one dared.

But she did. Without thinking. Without barriers.

And he said nothing.

He should have pushed her away, acted distant. He didn't. Because he was weak. Because in this world of chaos, blows, pain, and silence, she was light.

Not a blinding light.

A gentle flame.

Something rare. Fragile. Terribly alive.

Y/N was tactile. She always had been. She clung to the people she loved. She tugged on sleeves, tapped arms, leaned back without warning, slipped her fingers into his without realizing. And with him, it was worse.

He had tried everything to convince himself it meant nothing. That he could handle it. That he could be the one who stayed, solid, unmoving. But sometimes, when she laughed, gently hitting his shoulder, when she clung to his bag, he wanted to scream.

Scream at himself.

Because he felt too much. And she, nothing.

Not like him.

She was at an age where you live through others. Where you heal through those you think you understand. She didn't see his glances, his silences, his trembling. She didn't feel the tension in his arm when she unexpectedly hugged him. She didn't see the fire burning in his chest when she half-fell asleep on his shoulder during bus rides.

She was just herself. Spontaneous. Carefree. Without malice.

And he…

He was drowning.

He suspected Si-eun had noticed.

He wasn't blind.

He felt his gaze linger longer, heavier, when Y/N shamelessly clung to him. He saw his jaw clench, his fists tighten. He recognized that tension in his eyes, that fine blade of worry beneath his voice.

But that day, it was no longer suspicion. It was fire.

They were alone. In front of the high school. The others had left. Y/N too.

Si-eun had called him in a calm tone. Too calm. He knew that tone. It was the calm before the storm. The one used when words become more powerful than shouts.

"We need to talk."

Hyun-tak said nothing. He nodded.

They stopped at the corner of a building, by the wall, where no one lingered at that hour. It was grey. The cold wind whipped their faces.

And then Si-eun spoke. Straight into his eyes.

"You're going to stay away from her."

A blade.

Simple.

Cold.

Hyun-tak didn't flinch. But his heart skipped a beat.

"Did you hear me?"

"I heard you."

"So?"

"I… I understand."

A terrible silence.

But Si-eun didn't let up.

"Do you think I hate you?"

Hyun-tak clenched his teeth. His gaze trembled.

"No."

"Do you think I take you for a jerk?"

"No."

"Then why haven't you moved? Why do you let her cling to you? Why do you look at her like that?!"

The voice rose. And the blow landed—not a fist. Just a mental slap. A sharp word.

Hyun-tak opened his mouth. Then closed it. He felt tiny. Ridiculous. Ashamed.

But he had to speak.

"Because I love her."

The word was uttered. Slowly. Like a secret being buried. A pain being bled.

Si-eun took a step back. Not shocked. Not surprised. Just… broken.

"You love her?"

"I know I don't have the right."

"You love her?!" Si-eun repeated, his voice broken this time.

Hyun-tak felt his breath shorten.

"I love her like you love what you've never had. Like a fixed point in an unstable life. I love her because she smiles like she's never suffered. Because she still sees beauty in ugly things. Because she truly laughs. And because, when she touches me, I feel like I exist."

A silence fell.

Hyun-tak wiped away a tear before it fell.

"But I won't do anything. I swear. I never have. I never will. I'm not that kind of guy. I already hate myself enough."

Si-eun lowered his head.

And then, in a whisper:

"I respect you, Hyun-tak. You're my friend. You've saved me more than once. I'd trust you with my life. But my sister…"

He looked up.

"My sister isn't just someone. She's all I have. She's the only person I've ever wanted to protect, before myself. Before everything. You were there when she was broken. You saw her in pieces. You saw how she put herself back together. And you're important in that too. But now…"

He paused.

"Now you have to choose. Either you keep making her smile, in silence, from a distance. Or you leave."

Hyun-tak didn't answer immediately.

He felt his heart screaming. His throat was dry. His eyes burned.

But he nodded.

"I'll keep my distance."

It was a lie. Not about the action—he would do it. But about the pain. He knew he would stay. That he would burn in silence. That he would live beside her, without ever having her. That every time she touched him, he would turn away. Every time she spoke too close, he would step back. That he would become a wall.

And it would hurt.

But he would do it.

For her.

For Si-eun.

For himself.

Because sometimes, loving means staying away.

That evening, he went home, alone. He locked the door. He sat on the floor, back against the wall.

He buried his head in his arms. And he cried. Silently.

No sobs. Just tears. Burning. Relentless. Uncontrollable.

Because sometimes, the heart doesn't understand that what it wants, it cannot have.

And that even sincere, tender, honest love…

… can hurt.

And be forbidden.

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POV HYUN-TAK

Distancing himself from her. He had decided.

It was what he had to do. What Si-eun expected. What a good friend, an honest man, would do. Not what he wanted. But since when did desires have a place in this kind of equation?

So, he put distance between them.

It wasn't brutal. Just… gradual. He replied less. No longer laughed at her jokes. No longer allowed himself to be touched. When she walked past him, he pretended to be distracted. He no longer responded to her nicknames. He no longer looked at her. At least not when she could see him.

She understood.

Not everything. But enough.

Y/N wasn't stupid. Nor blind. She had first thought it was a passing mood. Then, she insisted, a little. He held firm. Until she confronted him.

"Why are you ignoring me?" she blurted out, her brows furrowed, a tremor in her voice.

He took a deep breath.

"I'm not ignoring you. It's just… better this way."

"Better for whom?" she retorted, her voice higher.

He clenched his fists. She was there, in front of him, two steps away. Her presence consumed him. She didn't understand. And he couldn't explain.

"Y/N… I'm tired. That's all."

That's all ? A lie.

She stared at him for a long time, her lips pressed together. Then she whispered:

"It's my brother, isn't it? He said something to you."

He didn't answer. And that was the worst mistake.

She took a step back, her face frozen. Tears didn't come easily to Y/N. But her gaze… it was broken.

"It's him. You're not saying anything, so it's him."

She turned on her heel. Without another word.

Later, he learned they had argued. She and Si-eun. It wasn't common. They were bound by years of silent survival, of shared pain. But this time, she had confronted him. And Si-eun hadn't denied it.

He didn't know what they had said to each other. But the next day, she walked past him without a word.

And that… that hurt more than anything.

He swore to himself to hold on. Because even if it tore him apart, it was better this way. She needed to be free. To grow up without him in her footsteps. To become who she was meant to be, without his burning glances at her back.

But Y/N… she was a flame. And flames don't accept walls.

One day, she came back to him. He was sitting on the steps behind the gym, where he often went when he needed air.

She sat next to him without saying anything.

The silence was thick. Almost heavy.

Then she whispered:

"I'm mad at you."

He turned his head towards her. She was looking straight ahead, her legs pulled up to her chest.

"You don't understand what you mean to me. And you disappeared without warning me. Without telling me why. What do you think I am? A child? A clinging girl? I'm not stupid, Gogo."

The nickname echoed in his chest. He had to close his eyes to keep from faltering.

"Y/N, I…"

"Shut the fuck up."

She was trembling. Not from cold. From anger.

"Do you think you're helping me? You're hurting me. You're hurting me like no one else."

He didn't answer. He couldn't. Because if a single word crossed his lips, he wouldn't be able to stop. He would tell her he loved her, that he dreamed of her, that she haunted his thoughts. And he didn't have the right.

A few days later, they all got caught up in a situation that went bad.

An old score to settle with a former group. Nothing new. Except this time, Y/N was there.

She shouldn't have been there. She was never there when things got serious. But that evening, she had decided to follow Si-eun and the others, despite her classes. Maybe to keep an eye on him. Maybe to prove something to herself.

When Hyun-tak understood what was happening—the ambush, the familiar faces of those who came for them, the improvised weapons in their pockets—his blood ran cold.

He searched for Y/N with his eyes.

She was there. Too close.

"Y/N. Leave." His voice was firm.

She frowned.

"Huh? No, why?"

"Leave! Now!"

"But I…"

"Y/N! GET OUT!"

She flinched. He never yelled. Never at her. She remained frozen.

Then he grabbed her arm, pushed her towards an alley.

"You have to leave. Run until you hear nothing more. Do you understand me?!"

"But why? It's not serious, I can—"

"You shouldn't be here! Don't you understand, damn it! I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!"

She opened her mouth. And saw it.

The look.

That of a boy who is scared. For her. Who trembles at the mere thought of her being touched. It wasn't anger. It was raw panic. Naked.

She backed away. Slowly. Then she turned on her heel.

He watched her disappear. And at that moment, he felt something within him collapse.

He had just yelled at her. Forced her to leave. As if she were a burden. As if she were a problem.

But she was none of that.

She was the only precious thing in this rotten world.

And he had pushed her away again.

The fight was short. Violent. A little disorganized. They got out of it. But in Hyun-tak's heart, something had frozen.

He wasn't afraid of dying. He was afraid she would be hurt.

When he got home that night, he clenched his fists so hard that his nails left marks.

He sat on the floor, back against the wall. Again.

And he hated himself.

Y/N, for her part, didn't come back to him in the following days. Not like before.

She looked at him from afar. Her eyes dark, hurt. Silent.

She didn't know he loved her. But she knew he had pushed her away. She knew he was keeping his distance. And for her, that was already too much.

And him?

He acted as if he was fine.

He smiled in front of the others. He laughed with Hu-min. He listened to Juntae. He talked with Si-eun, as if nothing had happened.

But as soon as she entered a room, he stopped breathing.

Because love, true love, isn't happiness.

It's a constant burn.

A fire that cannot be extinguished.

And that must be hidden so as not to burn everything down.

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For the past few days, a new sensation had been forming within Hyun-tak. A burning he had never felt before, and one he couldn't name at first. It wasn't disgust. It wasn't jealousy. It wasn't sorrow. It was anger. Pure. Cold. Muffled. Against Si-eun.

Because he had seen Y/N crumble. He had seen her struggle against rejection, against incomprehension, against a suffering that was far too heavy for her still-teenage shoulders. And Si-eun had let her down. He had his reasons, Hyun-tak was sure of it. But that excused nothing.

He resented Si-eun for imposing this distance. For looking him straight in the eye and telling him to stay away from her. He resented him for hurting her.

And most of all, he resented himself for listening.

That night, he was on his bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. His phone vibrated once, then a second time. An alert. The location app they had installed together, as friends, as a joke. Y/N was in a weird place.

He frowned. A nightclub?

He called Si-eun immediately.

"Why is Y/N in a damn club?!"

Silence on the other end of the line. Then:

"What?!"

"Check the app. She's in a damn club. Explain to me what she's doing there?!"

He heard Si-eun's hurried movements. Then the call cut off.

Hyun-tak jumped up, pulling on a jacket. He couldn't wait. Not this time.

Y/N was already outside the club when Si-eun found her. She swayed, dishevelled, a tight black dress clinging to her slender hips. She was scarlet, her cheeks flushed, her eyes washed out by alcohol.

"What did you do, Y/N?! You just took off like that without saying anything?!"

She turned her head towards him and laughed. A bitter, grating, joyless laugh.

"You want to know? Nothing. I was just tired of being invisible. Tired of you, of Gogo, of your secrets and your orders."

He took her arm to drag her to the apartment. She walked with difficulty, dragging her feet. Halfway there, she collapsed onto the pavement, sitting down like a spoiled child.

"I don't want to go home!" she cried. "Let me go, I'm sick of you both!"

She was screaming. Hoarse, tearing cries. The kind that comes from too deep to be calmed.

"EVERYTHING is my fault, isn't it?! I don't have the right to exist as I want! I don't have the right to love the people I want! No right to live!"

"Y/N, stop…"

"NO! You're lecturing me when you've messed up my life! You and your damn silence! You're not my father, you're not even a real brother sometimes!"

And that's when Hyun-tak arrived.

He stopped dead when he saw her. Sitting on the ground. Her arms dangling. Her hair dishevelled. Her legs exposed. A dress too adult for her. A sadness too great for her body.

Something exploded inside him.

"Are you stupid or what?!" he roared. "Have you been drinking?! What did you do in that shitty club?!"

She looked up at him. And she smiled. A sad, defensive smile.

"Oh, Gogo. You came too. Great. Come lecture me too."

"Do you think this is a game?! What do you want to happen to you? Do you think we can protect you all the time, huh?!"

He was yelling. Loudly. His voice trembled. His fist was clenched, his breath short.

"Do you want us to find you in an alley, clothes torn and eyes empty?! Do you want to end up like that?!"

She sprang to her feet, stumbling.

"I'll do what I want! You're not my father either!"

"And do you think I want to be, damn it?! I-"

He cut himself off. Because he was about to say something he would regret.

Y/N was crying.

Big, painful, desperate tears. She hit her chest with her fist.

"You don't love me! No one really loves me! I'm just a damn burden!"

"That's not true!" Hyun-tak cried. "That's so untrue…"

But she wasn't listening anymore. She was still screaming. She was in ruins.

And so was he.

He took a step forward, then two. Then he stopped.

She was magnificent.

Not beautiful. Magnificent. Broken, lost, but so alive. With her red eyes, her dangling arms, her crumpled dress, her cries of pure pain. She was truth incarnate. And he loved her. God, how he loved her.

And he wanted her to hate him.

Because if she loved him… he could never let her go again.

He took her in his arms, without a word. She let him, empty. He slipped his back under her arms and lifted her against him. She was light. Burning. He carried her as one carries what one never wants to break.

She didn't speak.

Neither did he.

But their hearts screamed.

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The sun filtered gently through the thin curtains, caressing the sheets with a warm light. Y/N slowly blinked, her stomach still knotted with the emotions from the day before. It took her a few seconds to remember where she was: there, in Hyun-tak's living room, stretched out on the old sofa he'd always refused to change.

Her throat was dry, her head heavy. And yet, something else tore her from her stupor: voices.

Voices arguing.

Gotak's, first, nervous, laced with anger.

"You think that's enough for me ?! You put a barrier between us and now you want to act like everything's fine?!"

And Si-eun's, lower, tired. But sincere.

"I don't want to separate you anymore. You're the one who's angry. Not me."

Y/N slowly sat up, straining her ears, her heart beating faster.

"I tried to do what was right," Si-eun said. "I messed up. But I thought it was what I needed to do to protect her."

"You think by moving away from her, you're protecting her? Do you know how she felt when she looked at me, not understanding why I wasn't laughing at her jokes anymore? Why I wasn't brushing against her? Why I was changing paths when she arrived?!"

"I know."

"No, you don't know. Because you only see what you want to see. She looked at me like I'd become a stranger. She smiled at me even when she was sad, and I couldn't do anything."

A pause. Then Hyun-tak's voice, lower.

"I love her, damn it."

Y/N felt her chest constrict.

Hyun-tak continued, almost in a whisper, as if he no longer had the strength to hold it back.

"I did everything to tell myself it was stupid. That it was temporary. But every time I see her, every time she touches me without even thinking about it, it's like I fall a little more. I tried to detach myself. I failed."

A thick silence followed. Y/N didn't move, frozen.

Then, the door softly closed. The voices faded away.

She then noticed a sheet of paper on the coffee table. Familiar handwriting.

It's from Si-eun, she thought.

She picked it up, and read:

"Y/N. If one day your heart races, make sure it does so for the right person. Not for an illusion. Not for a crumb of affection.

For something that burns slowly, that remains.

You've always inspired me, even if I never told you.

You've always forced me to be better, even if I denied it.

I didn't want you to fall. But I made you fall. I didn't want to distance you from those who did you good. But I did. And I won't apologize with empty words.

Just... choose someone who never asks you to hide. Who looks at you like you're worth more than the world.

I think he already does.

Oppa."

Y/N put the paper down, tears welling in her eyes.

Hyun-tak was on the roof. As often. Sitting on the edge, legs dangling in the void, a can of soda in his hand.

She joined him, her heart both heavy and light.

"You don't smoke anymore?"

He startled slightly, turned.

"I don't know how to do it. Have you forgotten?"

She smiled. Then sat down beside him.

Silence settled, but not heavy. Sweet. Warm.

She turned her head towards him.

"You said you. loved. me."

He blushed. Lowered his head.

"You heard..."

"Every word."

He sighed, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"I hadn't planned for it to come out like that. But it's true. It's even worse than what I said. I've loved you for months. Maybe more. You changed me, Y/N. You taught me to laugh at my own foolishness. You made me believe that maybe I wasn't so bad. And I was scared. Because I've always been the one people look at last. The one who protects but is never chosen."

He finally turned his eyes to her.

"But with you, I wanted to be the first. The only one. And I was ashamed to want it."

She said nothing.

And then, without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him.

A sudden, clumsy, desperate kiss.

She pulled away immediately, her heart pounding, terrified.

"Sorry! I thought... I believed..."

But he didn't wait.

He placed his hand on her cheek, gently, and pulled her towards him.

And this time, it was he who kissed her.

Slowly.

Tenderly.

With that modesty and intensity that don't deceive. As if he had waited a lifetime to do it. As if he was putting everything he had never been able to say into that kiss.

His fingers trembled slightly against her neck, but his lips were sure. Her heart beat fast, too fast, as if every second could break him or save him.

When he pulled back, she had her eyes closed.

He looked at her, a shy smile on his lips.

"It wasn't a fireworks display," he said. "It was a lighthouse."

She opened her eyes.

And smiled.

Her heart stronger. Clearer.

They didn't know where it would lead them.

But it was already there.

And it was true.

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New Geum Seongje fanfictions

MY SHELLA 🤧

: Gotak watching Sieun act like he didn't do anything 😐

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crimeandpunishments · 6 months ago

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toxic nam-gyu headcannons!

pairing(s): namgyu (player 124) x fem! reader

content warning: namgyu is a bum, dark! namgyu, emotional abuse, slight nsfw mention, non-consensual recording, drug use, coercion

word count: 384

a/n: come get y’alls juice!

> let’s get one thing straight

> he’s the guy who says “bros before hoes!”

> thrives off the approval of his group leader (i mean we’ve seen him with thanos)

> sheep mentality

> when you guys are hanging out with his friend group and one of them pulls out a plastic baggy containing a pills

> you best believe he’ll try to coerce you into taking it, practically begging you in front of his friends

> his friends will brush it off with a laugh saying it’s fine but you can feel the anger coming off of nam-gyu

> let’s just say that ended up being a looong night

> you guys argue a lot

> and he’ll gaslight you every time

> accuses you of cheating too

> constantly threatens to break up with you

> when he can see your eyes welling up, he’ll mock you for crying claiming you care too much and snicker in your face

> he doesn’t actually want to leave you (not yet at least) and you receive a weak apology from him asking you to come over

> make-up sex

> you guys don’t do dates

> well proper dates

> even if you guys do plan a proper date, like a restaurant or cafe, he’ll stand you up

> you get a text three hours after the meet up time claiming he can’t make it

> you later found out it was because he was playing video games the whole time

> speaking of games, i feel like he’s the gamer bf type

> his room is not clean at all

> there’s dirty laundry piling up on the floor, bed unkempt, mattress stained, and a lingering stench is in the air

> he would definitely have a piss bottle

> you have to hold your breath every time you come in or you’ll get whiplash

> back to the “dates”

> the so-called proper dates consists of fucking and watching him playing his games

> dark! namgyu for a bit but he’ll secretly record you on his phone

> hella hickeys kind of person

> he needs a way to mark you

> he’s also not a big after-care person so after the sex, he’ll throw you a towel with a questionable stain and tell you to clean up

> then he just goes back to his game

> but don’t worry, he will cuddle with you as you watch him play

#🫐. nam gyu #💌. lilico’s post #crimeandpunishments #namgyu x reader #squid game fic #dark! namgyu #fem! reader #player 124 x reader #player 124 #squid game x reader #squid game headcanons #nam gyu headcannons #namgyu x thanos #roh jae won #kdrama #netflix #se mi squid game #thanos squid game #minsu squid game

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angelseraphines · 4 days ago

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ೃ⁀➷ without you ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ seong gi-hun x player!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ the air had gone dry sometime after the shooting, sometime after the shouting stopped. now, it clung to the four of you akin to a damp sheet, suffocating in its silence, in its refusal to speak. no one dared to fill it. not jun-hee, who sat stiffly with both hands pressed to the swell of her stomach as if her own touch could shield the life inside her from the horror it had almost witnessed. not geum-ja, whose wrinkled hands trembled in her lap as she kept her head bowed, dark lashes casting long shadows over her swollen eyes. and not hyun-ju, who had stopped mourning hours ago but whose breath stuttered every now and then, as if her chest refused to believe it had survived another culling. the blood had dried on the cuffs of her sleeves. and then there was you, pallid, placid, barely holding together the pieces of what was left.

˚ ༘♡ in the dim lighting of the dormitory, washed in that sickening industrial glow, he looked almost like a corpse. seong gi-hun. player 456. his hair matted down against his forehead, a stripe of dried blood cutting a harsh diagonal across his angular jaw, hands cuffed to one of the bedposts as if he was some unmanageable beast instead of the man who had once passed his kindness down the line without a word. his eyes stared past the wall, past the ceiling, past all of you, hollowed out, not empty but unbearably full of failure. of grief. of guilt.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t blame him. for the rebellion. for the carnage. even for coming back. none of it. he had been desperate. the way a man gets when there is nothing left to pray to, when the only god left is one you have to become yourself. you had seen it in him in the days leading up to it, the restlessness, the pacing, the whispered conversations at night that never included the rest of you but never fully shut you out either. the way his eyes had kept searching the room for others like him, others who hadn’t quite lost all their dignity yet. who flinched at the sound of gunfire. he had tried. he had wanted something different. and he had failed, but he had tried.

˚ ༘♡ your throat hurt. not from screaming. you hadn’t screamed. you hadn’t moved when the shots started. you hadn’t run. you sat there, watched people die again, this time for believing it could end. your throat hurt because something had folded up inside you so tightly it ached. something had gone still. and now, looking at gi-hun chained like an animal and barely breathing, you felt it stir.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t even glance at you when you stood. the others said nothing. jun-hee shifted somewhat, protective of her unborn baby. geum-ja sniffled. hyun-ju glanced at the floor. the walls were humming faintly, always humming, always pretending the games weren’t built on the sound of human blood drying. you walked slowly, bare feet brushing over the cold concrete, the fluorescent lights above flickering faintly, once, as if reconsidering whether to stay on.

˚ ༘♡ you knelt beside the bed he was chained to, the clink of the metal cuff the only sound between you for a long time. he didn’t look at you. his chest rose and fell steadily, but it was shallow, like he’d forgotten how to breathe fully. like he didn’t want to. his left hand, free, was curled into a loose fist on his thigh, knuckles scraped from the scuffle when the guards wrestled him down after the rebellion collapsed and he demanded death. he hadn’t fought them much after that. they hadn’t needed to tranquilize him. he had… stopped.

˚ ༘♡ “gi-hun,” you whispered. not too soft, not too loud. just enough. just enough to remind him you were here. that he was here. but he didn’t blink. didn’t flinch. he may not have heard you at all. or maybe he had, and that was worse. because maybe it didn’t matter.

˚ ༘♡ your voice cracked the second time. “are you okay?”

˚ ༘♡ no reply. his jaw clenched, barely, the only sign he had heard you at all. his gaze didn’t move. not to you. not to the others. he stared at the opposite wall like he was watching the footage play back over and over, on a loop they’d burned into his skull. you knew he was seeing it. the rebellion. the people who trusted him. the blood. jung-bae’s screams. the moment the front man ordered the shots.

˚ ༘♡ you wanted to touch him. your hand hovered just above his, and you thought about all the small kindnesses he’d given over the last weeks. the way he had tried to shield jun-hee when they endured miserable and terrifying nights. the way he had forced geum-ja to eat when she’d gone limp with despair. how he’d stayed up with you after the mingle game, when your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. all of that, and now, this. this silence. this cuff. this ruin.

˚ ༘♡ “you were trying to stop it,” you said, your voice a little firmer now. “i know you were. none of this is your fault.”

˚ ༘♡ his eyes closed. just for a second. not sleep. not peace. more like a wince. your words pressed too hard against something raw inside him. he didn’t answer. didn’t ask you to stop. but his breathing hitched, only once. and his fist uncurled by a tad. you stayed there, waiting, not expecting anything in return. the next game loomed, inevitable, cruel in its mystery. and you were terrified. your knees hurt against the concrete. your throat ached. but none of that mattered right now. not while he looked like that. as if he had nothing left worth staying alive for.

˚ ༘♡ your voice dropped, soft again. “i’m here.”

˚ ༘♡ nothing. but maybe, maybe that meant everything.

˚ ༘♡ time passed like dripping wax, thick, irreversible, and strangely undisturbed in the aftermath. no one had spoken in hours. you didn’t leave gi-hun’s side, not even as the women shifted, lay down, or tried to rest. jun-hee had turned her back to the room, cupping her belly as if she could shield her unborn child from the memory of the rebellion and the horror to come. hyun-ju was silent, picking absently at the thread of her uniform. geum-ja hadn’t moved much at all except to murmur the occasional prayer under her breath, soft and rhythmic, as if it was the only thing she had left to anchor her.

˚ ༘♡ you remained at the foot of the bed where gi-hun sat, cuffed, slouched, back pressed to the metal bars. he hadn’t shifted. not when the lights dimmed. not when they rose again. not when the heavy doors clanged open with that awful mechanical groan that always preceded food.

˚ ༘♡ it was two of the guards, the usual ones, stiff and faceless behind the pink masks, who entered without ceremony and handed out aluminum trays near the door.

˚ ༘♡ sweet purple potatoes. no rice. no soup. no meat. the violet starchy cores, whole and cold. you rose quietly, careful not to startle gi-hun, though he hadn’t reacted to movement in hours. the women didn’t stir when you walked to grab your tray.

˚ ༘♡ your hands shook a little as you picked up one of the sweet potatoes. the other tray had already been split between geum-ja and jun-hee, who looked at you but said nothing. you gripped one of the potatoes, fingers clutching the warm skin of the root, and crouched again by the side of gi-hun’s bed.

˚ ༘♡ “you have to eat.” your voice was low, strained, full of effort not to sound desperate. “just a little. please.”

˚ ༘♡ his head tilted scarcely, but his eyes stayed distant. it was like watching a statue shift, a subtle movement, hardly visible, but enough to let you know he wasn’t completely detached. not gone. not yet.

˚ ༘♡ you placed the potato gently beside him, fingers brushing the mattress edge. you stayed there, kneeling, staring up at him with a kind of stubborn ache swelling in your chest.

˚ ༘♡ “you don’t have to say anything,” you added, quieter now. “but you need your strength. i know you don’t care right now. but i do. we all do.”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t blink. didn’t move. and then, so faintly it could have been breath, you heard it.

˚ ༘♡ “i’m not the man you think i am.”

˚ ༘♡ your eyes stung immediately, so sharply it startled you. not because he had finally spoken, but because of what he had said. because it felt like he had looked inside you, peeled something open, and decided to destroy it before it could reach him. his voice was hoarse. dry. cracked like something that hadn’t been used in days. but it held a clarity that gutted you. a conviction born from pain, not pride.

˚ ༘♡ “you don’t know me,” he added, so hushed it might’ve been to himself. “you think i tried to stop this. but i didn’t. i… i made it worse. they followed me. they died. i made them hope.”

˚ ༘♡ your throat locked. it was like something inside your ribcage had split, jagged. you reached for his free hand, not forcefully, but to rest yours near it. you couldn’t let him spiral further. he wasn’t alone. he had to know he wasn’t alone.

˚ ༘♡ “gi-hun…”

˚ ༘♡ “enough,” geum-ja’s voice cut through the room, not unkind but firm, worn. “please, child.”

˚ ༘♡ you turned toward her, blinking away the tears that were gathering fast. she didn’t move from where she sat, arms around her legs, but her eyes were focused on you, sharp despite the exhaustion weighing down her body.

˚ ༘♡ “you’re exerting yourself,” she said, more gently now. “he will be fine. he just needs time. space. you’re going to fall apart, too, if you keep trying to carry him.”

˚ ༘♡ “i’m not…” you started, but your voice failed. your hand withdrew from gi-hun’s instinctively, even though he hadn’t flinched. he hadn’t pulled away.

˚ ༘♡ “he’s still here,” geum-ja said, more softly, “he’s not gone. but don’t push him. not now. please.”

˚ ༘♡ silence followed. one that filled the whole room, dense and unbearable. you nodded once, shaky. then stood, step by step, heart resisting every inch of space you created between you and him.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t look back when you sat beside hyun-ju and rested your arms on your knees. you couldn’t. the ache was too loud. it howled inside you like a wound reopened. because you couldn’t fathom it, not being there for him. not when he had given so much of himself to everyone else. not when it was clear he hadn’t given anything to himself in return. not when it was him.

˚ ༘♡ the cold sweet potato remained untouched by the bed. gi-hun stared ahead, unmoved. but a flicker of something had passed between you, and though it wasn’t comfort, not yet, it was a fracture. a crack in the silence. and maybe, just maybe, the start of something he could return from.

a/n: my first seong gi-hun fanfiction! let me know if you have any thoughts or requests! 🤍

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idkshithead · 5 months ago

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･「 sub!gi-hun headcanons 」

— ₊˚⊹♡ pairing: seong gi-hun x fem!reader

— ❕ warnings: nsfw content, gi-hun being absolutely hot and cute.

╰── ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ──╯

nsfw! ✧˖°.

⋆˚࿔ season 1:

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. s1 sub! gi-hun definitely loves when you are the one to take control during intimate moments. when you make out while sitting on his lap make sure to grind yourself on him cause it makes him go in ecstasy.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. he’s actually shy when you’re the “dominant” one but can’t help but love every single moment of it. the way you gently and sweetly give him orders to sit/lay down or to not cover his mouth when you give him blowjobs is just too much for him.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. cowgirl is one of his (and yours too) favorite positions. it’s just too hot for him the way you straddle him, position his tip at the entrance of your sex and then slowly move down.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. gi-hun will definitely either bury his face in between your breasts or just guide you with his hands on your hips while watching you pleasuring yourself. he doesn’t say it out loud but his eyes clearly say “please use me.”

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. gi-hun loves, and i mean LOVES, when you tease him during blowjobs. when you pull your mouth away just before he was about to cum, when you stroke his length painfully slow, when you don’t take him in your mouth etc. would become a whiny mess and beg you to do something, anything.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. if he’s overstimulated, his legs would tremble for the pleasure yet he won’t stop till you’re both fully satisfied.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. sub! gi-hun is so damn vocal. prepare to hear sentences like: “please don’t stop..” or “oh god, you feel so good..” in a whimpering tone. if he’s sleepy he’ll be even more noisy. he’s always whimpering, whining, praising you. he just loves to talk you through it.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. he lets you take control very often cause why not. when you pleasure him, his face would become a red potato and would look at you with his usual puppy eyes, as if begging you to make him cum.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. s1 sub! gi-hun just needs to touch you everywhere, anywhere, at any moment. he loves to finger you every time you make love, doesn’t matter if he’s sub or dom. he will do it.

⋆˚࿔ season 2:

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. s2 sub! gi-hun also loves when you straddle him and make out while on his lap. firstly it would start by a simple kiss. then it will eventually get heated and it will lead you to sit on his lap.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. while you do so, he would pull away from the kiss just to look at you with a look of admiration that could make you cry for how much love it contains. will definitely stare at you at the end of the making out session.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. s2 sub! gi-hun would get tingles by your touch, by the way you can make his muscles relax with just a single touch.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. during blowjobs he would pull his head back while moaning, groaning as his hand slowly and gently guides your head up and down his length. before that, he would get all excited to pull down his pants but you stop him and tell him to just relax, that you will do the work for him. he’s hesitant at first but when you give him your usual convincing look, he responds with “yes, ma’m.” cause he knows you will get upset if he doesn’t listen. (he finds it extremely sexy when you give orders.)

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. when you ride him while he lays down, he stares at you, admires every detail of you.* from you eyes, to your dripping sex. everything. he thinks you’re the most perfect creature he’s ever met and not even aphrodite can beat your beauty.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. s2 sub! gi-hun has two sides: either he’ll be silent and moan normally or he’ll be loud af. either with eyes half open or closed. he would practically talk to himself saying stuff like “fuuuck…so good..” or “i love you so much istg..” or even “fuck don’t stop, you make me feel so good sweetheart..”. (just imagine these sentences said with his hot, slurpy voice in s2, while he looks at you with eyes half closed, slightly red cheeks, shirtless eoeisososk I CAN NOT DO THIS.)

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. probably would take a lot (not too much tho) to cum cause his stress is so overwhelming that it even blocks him from reaching the climax. yet you always manage to make him cum. he thinks you have superpowers. (or simply he’s just too obsessed with you that even your sight, your energy, your aura can calm him down.)

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. if you ride him in a sitting position, like in the car or on the couch he would bury his face into your neck, kiss it and lick it. maybe he’ll even leave some red marks, but not too visible. will also tease your clit while you move your hips up and down to help you reach your ecstasy faster. doesn’t matter if he’s dead tired or not, he’ll do it for you.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. s2 sub! gi-hun will constantly tell you how good you make him feel. he’ll repeat it 5 times in the round of 20 seconds if he thinks it’s necessary. he needs his woman to know how much he loves her.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. loves loves loves LOVES to cum in your mouth or on your face. when you give him blowjobs and he feels he’s about to cum, he sweetly pulls away from you and start stroking his dick fast until he cums with a loud moan/groan that could turn you on again.the sight of his semen dripping from your mouth or your face in general makes him go feral.

— ࣪ ִֶָ☾. he’s definitely the type of guy that after his orgasm he would look at you while panting and gently put his hand under your chin and clean the cum that falls from your mouth to put it back there. (my mind is killing me istg)

* like imagine the look he has in the movie “the housemaid” when he does bombayah with his wife. iykyk. (i can’t find any pictures of it so if you’re curious it’s better if you just search it on streaming😭)

— ༊*·˚ a/n: as requested, here are some sub! gi hun headcanons. i’m sorry if this appears to be short but i was running out of ideas😭 i did my best and tried to think of every possible scenario that could fit his character in my opinion. also, i’m working on another ff but with lee jung-jae instead of gi-hun so stay tuned:) anyways, i hope you’ll enjoy this and like it!🫶🏻

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meracyn · 7 months ago

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heyyy could u write a one shot of kwon x reader where they weren't able to see each other for months (reader travelled to a different country and he had to go to the tournament) but reader finally had the chance to go to the sekai taikai and surprises him? maybe suggestive ;) But fluff is ok too, thank youn!

UNSPOKEN DESIRES || kwon jae-sung

a/n: LMAOOO SNEAKY ANON but yk what ill do it (hes too fine). crazy how i wrote the bf hcs of him yesterday and now i got 3 reqs lmao, not complaining tho. also i want to find good icons to put on my kwon reqs but I CANT CHOOSE,,

warnings; SUGGESTIVE, cursing (only like..once), uhh thats all i think

Kwon stood up along with the rest of the Cobra Kai members, barely paying attention to the announcements being said at the moment— too deep in thought— thoughts of you.

The past few months were hard. Not just for him, for you too. You had to travel to another country for a while due to a family emergency regarding a very ill relative. Although you both facetimed and texted everyday, the distance was still there. It wasn’t the same.

The Sekai Taikai was able to get Kwon to focus on the tournament, but even so it wasn’t enough. His mind kept drifting off to you. He never thought your absence would affect him that much, but ever since you told him you had to stay there longer, he felt the ache in his chest deepen with each passing day. He probably wouldn’t say it out loud, but he missed you. A lot.

As everyone was allowed to leave, Kwon let out a sigh, head tilted a bit low as he walked with the rest of his dojo. What was up with him? He won every match he had, why did it not fuel him up with satisfaction anymore? Even messing around with other dojos wasn’t becoming as fun. It frustrated him.

“Hey, wanna go with us to a bar nearby later?” Yoon went up to him, slightly nudging his shoulder with his elbow.

Kwon snapped out of his thoughts, and stopped walking. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea, he could forget about the emptiness in his heart. “..Sure, why not. I could use some distraction.” He replied. Without saying anything else, he walked away.

· · ·

You let out a sigh of relief after managing to get inside the building where the tournament was being held. You may or may not have lied your way in by saying you were one of Cobra Kai’s backups and Sensei Kim requested you come here as an emergency.

Those at the desk were a bit skeptical, but thankfully didn’t question any further and let you pass.

You walked past the big hallways, trying to think where the rooms were, thinking he was probably resting. You couldn’t wait to see him again— his eyes, his hair, that stupid yet charming smirk he had on his face.

Suddenly, you passed by a teenage guy scrolling through his phone. Maybe he knew Kwon, it was worth asking.

“Uh..excuse me,” You started, a bit nervous as you walked up to him. “Do you know the room number Kwon Jae-Sung is staying in?”

Demetri looked up, an eyebrow raised at the..random question. Out of all the questions you could have asked, this one didn’t cross his mind. He glanced around the room, noticing how it was only you and him. “I don’t think..I can give out that information.” He replied.

“Oh, no. It’s not like that—” You said quickly. “I’m his partner. I wanted to see if he’s okay.”

“Partner?” Demetri repeated. “As in, sparring partner? Then you should kn—”

“No!” You exclaimed, interrupting him. You cleared your throat before continuing, “I meant..I’m his partner..romantically.”

“Oh. That makes sense.” Demetri said, before nodding slightly. He leaned in to whisper the room number, then sat back down. “I’m sure he’s doing very fine.. but that’s the number.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Relief washed over you, as you quickly left, going to the elevators.

Demetri watched as you left, before his eyes widened. “Wait. What if they’re not his partner?”

· · ·

Kwon got out of the elevator, laughing along with his team members who were all drunk and held onto each other for support.

Being at the bar did help him be distracted for a while, drinking along while the rest were doing bets on who could drink the most without getting drunk at all.

“Hey, why don’t we go out again for some more fun? It isn’t too late,” One of them suggested.

“Not a bad idea. Let’s go,— Kwon, you comin’?”

“Nah, I’m good. You guys go ahead.” He said. The others left, leaving him alone.

He opened the door to his room, shutting it behind him and turned on the lock. Walking over to his bed, he began to take off his shirt and draped a towel around his waist. Just as he was going to enter the shower, a finger tapped on his shoulder.

As he turned around, he was taken by surprise.

You were standing there, with a mischievous smile.

How did you get in his room? Was he dreaming? Was he too tired after training? Did he drink too much? Did he—

“I got you~!” You said with a chuckle.

He couldn’t feel his heartbeat— he couldn’t believe it. You were here, in front of him. After months of longing, of only talking through a screen, you were standing right there, your bodies’ mere inches away from the other. Without thinking, he closed the distance between you two, pulling you into his arms.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he mumbled into your hair, his fingers tracing the curve of your back, feeling the warmth of your body against his.

You laughed softly, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze, “I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Yeah..and you did,” He replied. “but now that you’re here..” His eyes trailed over your body up and down, voice low. The tension built between you both was obvious, the look in his eyes said it.

His lips twitched into a smirk, pulling you close to him again, “Tell me my love, did you miss me a lot?” He asked, in a teasing yet flirtatious tone.

“Maybe, who knows?” you mumbled, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Want to find out?”

Kwon didn’t reply, his lips crashing on yours as his hands instinctively held onto your waist. The kiss deepened, hinting at the need that every inch of his body begged for. It was obvious to you—he wanted more.

Your fingers went up his chest, your other hand pulling him even closer to you–if that was possible.

He pulled away for a second, as your eyes met. His dark eyes were full of lust, but also shone with a hint of mischief. Before you knew it, Kwon leaned in again, kissing your jaw and trailing down to your collarbone. Removing a hand that was on your hip, he held onto your leg, lifting it up as you curled it around his waist.

Kwon kept kissing your body, the sounds that left your lips only fueling his desire. He had your back pressed against the wall, and began to take off your shirt.

“Fuck..” He silently cursed to himself as he looked up to see your expression— cheeks red as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Looking like a mess, how cute. And just for me, right?”

You nodded frantically, wanting him to stop teasing and continue.

Knowing you were desperate, Kwon chuckled. “Don’t worry love, after so many months apart, I’m not done with you just yet.”

HELP I FEEL SO EMBARRASSED I FEEL LIKE I DID SO BAD ON THIS 💀 well it was definitely interesting to do lol..time to work on those other requests now

#cobra kai #kwon x reader #kwon jae sung x reader #kwon jae sung #uh..would it count as a bit of smut lmao #kwon jae sung x female reader #kwon jae sung x male reader #ck #kwon jae sung x gn! reader #gotta give the bros some fics too #SUGGESTIVE SUGGESTIVE SUGGESTIVE ALERT #once again #suggestive #oneshot #meracyn #idk how i feel abt this lmao #THE TITLE SOUNDS SO SMUTTY #might re edit 💀

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pintrestgrl · 4 months ago

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BARRYS SISTER!READER WITH RAFE CAMERON

warnings — drug mentions , brothers bsf topic idk if thats taboo, lowk rafe manipulates her? provocative statements? girl idk but they dont fuck or do anything

based on this ask

CAN WE ALL APPLAUD ME FOR WRITING PLEASE AND THANK YOU ITS BEEN YEARS

it had became an understanding that you were to stay quiet when barry was dealing in the house. preferably in your room, but if you were around it, you weren’t allowed to say a word.

this rule had been instilled in you since you were in middle school. it was annoying, to say the least. you’d always wanted to help, at least a bit. you had basically learned the way the whole interaction was supposed to go, just from watching your brother.

the customer would get to the house, usually at night, come inside, pay, get their drugs, then leave quietly. it had become an art form to barry— and a source of entertainment to you.

however, tonight there was a customer staying in the house for a lot longer then usual. you knew he wasn’t a pogue, he didnt look nor act like one. he must be a kook. you could tell he was a bit coked out too. you became really good at figuring that stuff out after a while.

you didn’t talk to him, simply sat on the opposite end of the couch while him and barry conversed. you stayed with your knees tucked to your chest, observing. barry had a few customers come in and out, before getting a call.

you couldn’t quite hear what your brother was saying exactly, but you made out enough to know that his supplier was gonna be coming. you sighed to yourself, another thing barry wouldn’t let you participate in.

the supplier showed up after a near 20 minute wait, barry heading for the door. you expected the kook boy to follow him, but he stayed still in his place on the couch. barry seemed too focused to tell him to come with, too.

the room fell into an uncomfortable silence after that. that was, until the boy got up from his seat, moving across the couch to sit directly next to you. all while staying silent. you tensed a bit, confused and nervous. before he spoke, “what’s your name?” you looked at him unsure, “why?”

“just wanna know.” you rolled your eyes, facing away forward again. away from his gaze. “what’s yours?” he laughed, at your reverse psychology attempt. “rafe. cameron.” you knew that last name. sarah cameron. the girl from school. must be his sister, you thought to yourself.

“okay.” you spoke, simply. he looked at you, you felt his stare. “so, barry doesn’t let you help him deal at all?” you shook your head, humming out a no. “shame. he let you do anything? doesnt really seem like it.” you smiled a bit at his observation, speaking. “no, not really.” he nodded, analyzing your words.

“he ever let you go to a party before?” you furrowed your brows. how did he knew that you had been begging your brother to let you go to a party for years? “no. he hasn’t.” he laughed, amused at the answers you gave him.

“so, guessing you never been with a boy before either, huh?” you creased your brows yet again, confused on what he meant by his statement. “in what way?” rafe smiled, before speaking bluntly again. “you ever been fucked before?” you flinched at his harsh choice of words, before quickly shaking your head.

“what? no. why are you asking that?” you spoke, now looking at him as if he was fucking crazy. but he was just glad you were looking at him. he wanted to see your face. the face you kept so well hidden from the world. “relax, ‘m just curious.”

you looked annoyed, tense. but he didn’t mind. he was happy to get a couple words conversation out of you. “you shouldn’t even be talking to me, let alone asking that. barry would fucking kill you.” you told him. he laughed, yet again. “barrys like a brother to me. you can talk to one guy. what he doesnt know wont hurt him.”

you bit your cheek, before speaking. “and what if i did tell him?” he stayed silent for a moment, pondering the question. “then he would have to get over it.” you laughed, subtly. you didnt wanna boost the kook boys ego too much.

it fell silent again, but more comfortable this time. not fully, but almost there. the boy stood up again, speaking. “i’m heading out.” you nodded, looking up at him. he headed towards the door, before stopping and turning around.!

he gave you, and your body a once over before speaking again. “your tits look good in that.” your eyes quickly widened, narrowing in on him. “you’re a fucking weirdo.” you spoke. he laughed, turning back around and heading out the door.

you were still fucking astonished that he said that to you. that was the first time you ever even heard a boy think of you like that. but a strange part of you didn’t hate it.

you should’ve told barry, you really should have. but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. not with the risk that came with it, you not being able to see that blonde kook boy again.

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dyingswanpavlova · 4 months ago

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Lessons to be learned

Pairing: Nam-gyu × Reader

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Restraints, Edging (More like Withdrawal of Release), Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Degradation Kink, Implied Manipulation, Minors Do Not Interact!

Author's Note: I'm not sure what the hell this is. Probably porn with little plot. I fucking hate Nam-gyu and I hate that I like him.

Nam-gyu is testing you "in order to see if you really belong to him", but it's mostly him being cruel.

"You doin' okay over there, huh?"

Your eyes fluttered shut and you took a slow breath to keep yourself from...

Fuck, there wasn't much you could do anyway, right?

The motherfucker was right there, only a few steps away, scrolling dumbly on his phone. And you? You were there.

Legs spread to a nearly inhumane degree, your mouth dry by the pair of panties he'd forced inside. Every part of you was aching - in pain, in humiliation, in rage...but mostly in need. He had been doing this for hours now and you were slowly going insane.

You muffled out a response and only then heard him smirk.

"Right." He mubled in amusement. "Probably not."

A treacherous, pleading sound came over your lips before you could stop it. They felt chapped, like sandpaper and all you really wanted was to lick your lips.

Or, well, punch his gut.

"Okay, okay. We'll give it another try."

He set his phone down and lunged forward. His weight pressed you down into the mattress even more than the binds, the screech of the slat frame barely audible compared to your needy moan.

"Who do you belong to?"

He wasn't gentle. And he sure as hell wasn't merciful.

No, he pressed two fingers against your core and pushed them inside almost immediately, but there was no resistance anyway - you were dripping.

"You." You muffled out desperately. "Mhpf...Belong to you-"

He pumped his fingers faster, harder, stretching you so cruelly, you were sure you wouldn't survive this night if it continued on like this.

"I didn't quite catch that." He whispered menacingly, before he sharply withdrew his hand.

You whined needily and tried to arch into his touch, but he was just out of reach - and he wasn't a man for half-assed restraints.

"Please-" Your chapped lips somehow formed.

He smirked. That fucking bastard.

"Please what? Please fuck me? Please lick my pussy? Please leave me here to rot all night? Use your words, you dumb little slut."

Your face flushed in embarrassment and anger, but you forgot about it, the second he pressed his hips down against your own. Instead, you moaned - as expected.

You couldn't tell how long you'd been in this position, how many times he brought you to the edge and left you there, begging, whining, all but sobbing. You had never felt this desperate in your entire life. The ache between your legs was slowly killing you.

It meant something to him, you knew that. He didn't trust easily, not anyone, not even you. He needed to test you, to push you, to drive you to madness and still have you. Still see you. And maybe then, maybe when you were good for him just a little longer, if you were truly ready to endure whatever he did to you...Maybe then he would finally realize that he was indeed lovable.

Loved.

You knew how messed up it was to even think like that, but what else could you do? You were in love and he was an idiot. A blind one, at that. Burnt one too many times.

"Please." You croaked out somehow. "Please...fuck...fuck me."

He bared his teeth in a predatory grin.

"You don't know what you're asking for, baby."

The sound of his pants being unzipped and the rustling of the fabric falling to his ankles was enough to make your heart stop beating. You needed to come so bad. But what you needed even more than that was him.

You didn't struggle when he pushed himself inside you. The low moan on his lips was enough to make your skin tingle, your insides squirm.

He was no man for gentleness. So, you didn't protest when he began to fuck into you like a beast in heat. You just moaned. Closed your eyes. And begged.

Oh, you'd feel him for the next few days. But you couldn't bring yourself to care. You needed him. You needed release.

You felt it approach faster than you thought. Being kept on edge for hours was a cruel endeavour and being so close to the damn-well-needed release was even worse.

Because, just seconds before you felt yourself tip over the edge with you arching your back and moaning against the material in your mouth, he stopped.

As expected.

You gasped and tried to move your hips but it was futile. He was still inside you, still so incredibly close to your sweet spot, but he refused to move. You closed your eyes in your frustration, but his firm grip on your jaw forced you to look up at him.

"That's right. Now that's a good girl if I've ever seen one." He smiled and it almost looked genuine.

He leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against your forehead.

Almost loving.

Almost.

"Don't worry, baby. We'll take it one day at a time."

It might have sounded reassuring from any other man, in any other situation.

Yet you couldn't help but feel the dread creep into your bones.

You understood it now.

This was only the beginning.

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gyurilla · 5 days ago

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margins m jaehyun

jaehyuh x reader

genre; angst, fluff, rivals to lovers, uni students to graduates

wc; 1.2k

you didn’t cry when the professor handed back your paper.

but your hands shook.

182.

you stared at the number for a long time. cold. hollow

you had spent three nights on this. you barely slept. barley ate. you skipped your friend’s birthday dinner to finish that last paragraph.

you wanted it.

it wasn’t just the grade.

it was the fact that you knew — you just knew — jaehyun did better.

because he always did.

you told yourself it didn’t matter anymore.

that you’d matured past the constant race.

but when you walked out of the lecture hall and heard the TA laugh and say “wow, 197 again, as usual!”

and saw him flash that polite, infuriating smile—

something in you broke.

he was kind to others

but you, it was a whole different story..

he gave you these looks that made you feel stupid, like you were clueless.

Ი︵𐑼

you locked yourself in a bathroom stall.

not to cry.

you didn’t cry.

you just sat there. for a long time.

listening to the sound of your own breath, trying not to fall apart.

why did it still matter?

why did he still matter?

Ი︵𐑼

you used to think of jaehyun as a rival.

now?

you think he’s just proof that maybe you were never as smart as you thought you were.

Ი︵𐑼

the final assignment is worth 40%.

And for some reason — maybe to be poetic, maybe to be cruel — the professor pairs you with jaehyun.

you hear your name next to his and your stomach turns.

the whole class turns to look at the “dream team.”

but you know the truth.

you are the one always chasing him.

Ი︵𐑼

you split the work. silently.

no texting. no meetings. just shared folders and quiet edits.

you do what you always do: stay up until your back aches, redline your paragraphs to death, question every sentence until you hate them all.

you print everything, annotate it by hand, underline your own flaws in pen so permanent it bleeds.

and then — you see it.

you get a printed section back from him.

and in the margin, tucked in between your lines:

“this is really bad.”

you stop.

blink, the tears began to fall.

you gave it back the same day, tear stained the paper, his eyes widened but you didnt see that.

Ი︵𐑼

by the next week, he gave you back your rewritten paper

you see more notes, you hands are sweaty now but..

“your citations are sharper”

“i rewrote my whole section after reading yours”

“honestly i’ve always liked your writing.”

“sometimes i wonder if you know how good you are.”

your fingers go still.

he never said anything like that before. not in years.

not since your first year, when you both answered a question at the same time and he smiled like he didn’t mind losing.

you remember that smile.

you remember.

but that was before everything turned into this cold, quiet war.

Ი︵𐑼

you keep the papers.

not out of sentiment.

but because you don’t know how to respond.

you can’t write back.

because if you do, everything will spill out, all that built up anger.

all the ways you hated walking into a lecture knowing he’d do better.

all the ways you wished he’d say something like that before.

you don’t write back.

but the next time he sends you a draft —

you find more margins..on his own paper? like he was trying to befriend you..

“you got the internship last year. I heard. You deserved it.”

“i didn’t apply. i knew you would get it.”

“i’ve never told anyone this. but you’re the reason i push myself.”

“im scared i’ll never catch up to you.”

you read those lines at 3:17 a.m.

you cried so hard, you thought you were the one chasing him.

and all this time, he thought the same thing.

Ი︵𐑼

when you see him again, you almost can’t look at him.

you sit across from him at a library table, and he’s already reading. already halfway through a book you haven’t even opened.

it makes you angry.

“i read what you wrote,” you say.

he doesn’t look up. “i figured.”

“why now?”

he flips a page. calm. “because we’re graduating soon. and i dont think i’ll get another chance to talk to you.”

you stare at him. “so you only speak to me through paper?”

“i didn’t think you’d want to hear it out loud, and isnt it a bit romantic?”

silence.

and then, low — like a confession:

“i thought you hated me.”

your laugh breaks, bitter. “i thought you did.”

he looks up.

“you were always ahead,” you whisper. “and you always looked so calm. like it didn’t even matter.”

“it did,” he says. “but i thought if i looked like it mattered, i’d lose you completely.”

you flinch. “you never had me.”

he swallows hard.

“i know..”

Ი︵𐑼

the final draft is due in two days.

when you print yours, it’s covered in red ink. not his. youre. you critique yourself before anyone else can, its not even on purpose..you grew into a habit of doing it.

but when you pass him the pages, he just stares.

“why do you tear yourself apart like this?” he asks softly.

you shrug and looked away, he flips to the last page.

stares at the blank margin.

then, slowly, he pulls out a pen.

“you were always better than me.”

“but i liked it because it meant i got to stay near you even if you didnt see me.”

you scoff, but you wait until he leaves.

then you fold that page.

and keep it.

not because of what it says.

but because it’s the first time someone saw you — really saw you — and didn’t want to beat you.

they just wanted to be next to you.

Ი︵𐑼

you graduated.

he did too.

bo grand goodbye. no final conversation, just a simple congratulations and you walked off.

you moved cities.

he stayed close.

and every now and then—mutual friends, random tagged photos—you see him.

jaehyun.

still sharp. still quiet.

still the boy who wrote in your margins.

you kept the page.

the last one.

folded it three times, tucked in the inside your wallet, corny..you know but it meant everything to you.

“you were always better than me

“but i liked it because it meant i got to stay near you even if you didnt see me.”

you read it more than you should.

when work gets hard.

when you’re tired.

when you forget you’re capable of anything.

somehow… it still helps.

and then one night, out of nowhere—

jaehyun: coffee? i miss you

you brought the page.

Ი︵𐑼

he was already there when you walked in.

blsck hoodie. head down. same quiet posture, like always.

“hey” he said when he noticed you.

“hey.”

it wasn’t awkward.

it was just… full. with everything you never said.

you slid the paper onto the table between you.

“i kept it.”

he stared at it. then at you.

“i wanted to say something,” he murmured. “back then. i just… didn’t think you felt the same, and i was pretty shy..”

you smiled faintly. “i wish you did..”

a pause.

and then—

“i love you,” he said, quiet but steady. “i think i have for a while.”

you wrote in the margin beneath his words.

“i loved you first.”

he looked down. laughed once, softly.

“i was hoping you’d say that.”

Ი︵𐑼

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