soft whimpers had filled the air, along with the wet, slick sound of your hand pumping your boyfriend, kaido’s awfully hard cock.
this had been going on for.. actually, you cant remember. and neither can he. you can tell his brain is too foggy to try and remember how long it had been since you started touching him so sensually. the constant overstimulation, the sickly sweet feel of your soft hand stroking him endlessly.
“p-please.. can’t-..” he whimpered, his voice broken. his head tossed back onto your shoulder, his expression showing one of pure bliss and pleasure.
“mhh— can’t take it.. pleasee- slow down!..” his moans filled your ears, the sweet sounds going straight to your throbbing cunt.
“aw, c’monn. you can give me another can’t you, baby?” you cooed, your voice sweet and sultry with a teasing undertone. all the while, your hand didn’t falter its motions. if anything, it sped up slightly, almost unnoticeably. but, oh, kaido noticed, and he had no way of trying to cover it up.
when it came to situations like these, he was extremely vocal, even if he didn’t want to be. sweet, high pitched moans and whimpers were constantly flowing past his lips like a waterfall.
same goes for his body. he had absolutely no control over it. anything you did caused his body to react involuntarily. like right now, with your hands all over him, one simultaneously stroking his angry cock and the other roaming around his bare torso (specifically his chest), he couldn’t help but arch into the touch.
kaido shook his head, too busy whimpering to get any words out. not that they would be very coherent anyways. his own hands clung to the bedsheets, gripping it so hard it looked like it would be permanently crinkled.
“dont you wanna be a good boy for me, kai?” you cooed, to which he nodded his head almost instantly.
“y-yes.. i— nghh.., i wanna be your good boy, mommy—.. wanna be good for you..” his mushroom tip was flushed an angry red, little pearls of precum popping from his slit and trailing down his pretty dick.
you absolutely couldn’t take your eyes off him. he looked ethereal. his body withered between your legs with every touch your cold hands made against his warm body. his eyebrows were sown together with nothing but pleasure, unmistakably so. his eyes were shut tightly, while his mouth hung agape, cute little moans flowing past his lips that had been glossy from the back and forth making out that you initiated. on top of that, his forehead was damp with sweat, pieces of his sky blue hair sticking to it, only adding more to his ecstasy filled look.
all this was too much for you to take. every moan and staggered breath just made your drooling cunt clench around nothing. you craved his pretty cock inside you. but you’d decided to wait a little longer, enjoying this overstimulation on him a little too much. this definitely wouldn’t be the last time you both did this.
your hand motions sped up, rotating in a circle motion. kaido’s breath hitched, his chest heaving up and down like he’d just finished running a marathon.
you leaned down to attach your lips to his, swallowing all his moans and letting them sit inside of you. all the while, your other hand slid up to his nipple and slowly rubbed it.
the actions elicited a whine from your boyfriend, one so cute, you swore you couldve died from it right then and there. it was music to your ears. you did always love how vocal he was, just confirmed that you were making him feel good. not that you needed the confirmation, but it did feel good to hear what your actions did to him.
you pulled away from the sloppy kiss, which had kaido chasing after you for more.
“hah— fuck, ‘m gonna cum.. pleasepleaseplease, dont s-stop!” he gasped, your thumb moving to rub his slit, smearing the precum pooling at his tip in the process.
“y’gonna cum for me again, shun?” you observed his face, his eyebrows knitted together with pleasure, and his mouth still hung open, a bitchy moan slipping past it. “
“go ahead, baby. you can cum” the words had him arching right into your touch while one of his hands reached to grab your thigh, squeezing it like some type of stress ball.
“oh my— ‘m cummin, ‘m cummin!..” hot spurts of cum shot from his tip, covering your hand, again, in his sticky substance. your movements didnt falter, stroking him through his nth orgasm of the day.
“look at you, baby. youre being so cute” you hummed, peppering a kiss on his forehead. you stopped your hand completely, snaking it off of his now semi-hard cock.
you removed your leg from the side of him, letting him sit up against the headboard. kaido lay limp against the headboard, that was really cold against his hot skin. he was too busy trying to recollect himself, he didn’t even realize that you had fully discarded your entire cozy, lounge outfit.
so when he did finally opened his eyes after feeling your weight on top of him, his eyes widened at your body. your pretty tits and bare pussy just out on full display for him.
“one more. you can do that for me, cant you?” your head tilted, that pretty smile that never failed to make his stomach churn prominent on your face.
kaido nodded his head. who was he to say no to his pretty girl? he’d do anything you asked him to without a second thought.
his hands went to grab at your waist, pulling you down to stop your hovering.
“mhm— anything for you..”
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Making him list all the things he likes about me while jerking him off, each time he stutters he has to start over.
After too many restarts, I won’t let him try again. Since he struggles to talk so much then maybe he shouldn’t talk at all. It’d be better for mommy’s puppy to use his mouth on her cunt and show her how much he likes her.
First of all, your yandere Femboy was great I loved the little gremlin energy <3
How about a yandere sugar baby turned househusband? Just a spoiled brat
Please remember that the most important thing when writing is to have fun<3
Yandere sugar house husband!
Thank you for your kind words! Unfortunately I cannot moot u even if I wanted to because this is a second acc! (The main one is for irls)
Yandere sugar baby who hated your guts at first. You’d be so rough with him! Choking him and teasing him during intimate times…he liked it
Yandere sugar baby who came to your work one day and saw your assistant flirting with you and something snapped in him. Suddenly your assistant is desperately putting in their two week notice.
Yandere sugar baby who now drags you out to have lunch with him, this idiot doesn’t even know that he loves you yet he just wants you to be his.
Yandere sugar baby who after a night of intimacy found himself drooling at the sight of you.
“Damn it! They will get me pregnant and defy biology!” He thought banging his fists against the sheets. It caused a raised eyebrow from you and he stopped.
Yandere sugar fiancé who finally realized he was in love with you when you took care of an injury of his, now he basically doesn’t let you leave the bed whenever you’re off work
Yandere sugar fiancé who manipulates you by searching up rings on your business computer while you were getting coffee and pretended like he found it in your search history.
“Gasp! You really love me, you better pick out the best ring!” He cooed hugging your arms. Now you had to get it….you really didn’t want to deal with him crying.
Yandere sugar husband who realized soon after the wedding that he had tasks he had to do now.
Yandere sugar husband who can’t cook at all but please stop looking at him with disappointment! He’ll try better!
Yandere sugar husband who soon finds out how to cook simple craft Mac and cheese so you eat that a lot.
Yandere sugar husband who now finds enjoyment looking at kitchen supplies and cleaning supplies.
“Isn’t this a bit stereotypical…? You become a house husband and you suddenly like cleaning supplies? Is this really what your life is like now Lieo?”
“I don’t care! Look at this new type of scrub daddy!” He said picking up the packaging and shoving it in your face. You actually started worrying about him…
Yandere sugar husband who whenever you get hit on clears his throat obnoxiously and shoved your matching rings in their face before he forces you to put the hand on his waist.
Yandere sugar husband who starts being more spoiled, why have you been more gentle with him in the bedroom recently?! He craves the pain! He throws a fit when you’re too nice…sometimes it wrecks the mood..
Yandere sugar husband who demands the cutest aprons and decorations for any holiday, what do you mean he doesn’t need another 100 foot Christmas light package?? It’s on sale!
He bit your once because you cooked breakfast instead of him….he sobbed out sorrys and other apologies as he kissed it better.
Yandere sugar husband who really needs to find hobbies now, maybe get him back into dance like before?
Requests open! Please read rules! This got even longer wowiwowowow!
A/n; I kinda put together two fics I wrote..sooo hopefully this make sense??idkk
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You don’t know what he saw in you, not really.
He was already beautiful in that broken-glass way , soft-spoken and sharp-edged, the kind of person who smiled like it hurt. Kazutora wore his pain like jewelry, and he never flinched when people stared.
You met him at the animal shelter, of all places.
He was crouched next to a scruffy kitten, murmuring something in a voice too gentle for someone with ink creeping up his throat. You cracked a joke, he cracked a smile, and somehow, that was enough.
He’s not what people think.
He’s not the threat ........ you are.
Kazutora is all careful glances and lingering hesitations, like he’s waiting for permission to fall apart. You tease. You test. And every time you push, he follows.
Tonight, he’s on your bed, leaned back on his hands, eyes heavy-lidded from the wine you split earlier. His shirt’s ridden up slightly, revealing a sliver of the tiger inked across his hip.
He doesn’t move when you lean in, not even when your fingers trail lightly along his arm.
“You let me do whatever I want,” you murmur.
Kazutora’s gaze drops to your mouth. “Yeah.”
“Why?”
His throat bobs. He looks up at you through his lashes. “Because you make me feel like I can stop pretending I’m a good person.”
You freeze ,not because you’re shocked, but because you get it.
You grin, slow and dangerous. “Who said I wanted you to stop pretending?”
That earns a breathless laugh. A little desperate.
“I want you to ruin me a little,” he admits, quiet. “Just enough.”
Your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt.
He lets you pull him closer.
He’s not addicted to chaos — he’s addicted to your version of it. The kind that doesn’t come with blood on his hands, but fingerprints on his soul. You don’t drag him into darkness. You invite him to step in willingly.
And Kazutora? He’s already halfway gone.
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His voice is already breathy before you even touch him.
“kazu,” you say, leaning over where he sits at the edge of your bed, shirt off, knees apart. “You sure?”
He nods fastly.
You click your tongue and cup his jaw, making him look up.
“Words, pretty boy.”
He swallows, eyes wide. “Yes. I want -please.”
That soft desperation. That raw need in him, it’s almost too much. You push him back gently by the chest. He lets you.
You settle over his lap, fingers tracing the tiger ink on his side.
“You’re so easy for me,” you whisper, almost like a secret. “One look, and you melt.”
Kazutora moans quiet, already falling apart and your lips haven’t even touched his neck yet.
You take your time with him. Because you like watching him come undone.
Your hand slips into his hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back. You kiss along his throat, teeth grazing skin.
He shudders.
“Good boy,” you murmur.
That breaks him. His fingers curl in the sheets, hips twitching under you.
“Say it again,” he pants.
You pull back just enough to look him in the eye. “You want to be my good boy?”
He nods, eyes blown wide, so sweet it hurts.
“Yes, please—I just wanna make you proud.”
Oh, Kazutora. The boy who’s always been afraid of ruining things, begging you to let him be ruined, as long as you’re the one guiding it.
You slide your hand lower, palming him through his jeans.
“You’re doing so well,” you breathe, stroking slow. “Look at how hard you get from just a little praise. Fuck, you’re precious.”
His head drops back, hips rocking up into your touch — not even subtle anymore. He’s already sweating, biting his lip, trying to hold himself together.
“Please,” he begs again, voice shaking. “I wanna be good for you. Let me be good.”
You kiss him hard ,open-mouthed and messy , then pull back just enough to say:
“Then take it. Take everything I give you, and don’t stop begging.”
He moans into your mouth like you just handed him heaven.
And for the rest of the night — he does exactly that.🩶
Kinks/Warnings: Tease & denial kink, sub!Arisu, light dom reader, dirty talk, begging, dry humping, edging, mild overstimulation, playful humiliation (soft), loving aftercare, emotional intimacy, mentions of canon Borderland events later on.
Word count : 1k
You and Arisu had been together for almost a year. Your relationship was a perfect mix of sweet affection, quiet comfort, anime marathons and—of course—gaming. He was a self-declared nerd, and you absolutely loved that. Especially because whenever he got too deep into his gaming world, you knew exactly how to pull him out: by teasing.
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. The soft sunlight filtered through the curtains while Arisu sat on the couch in an oversized black T-shirt, his hair still messy from a nap, focused on the laptop resting on his thighs. His eyes were locked onto the screen, brows furrowed in concentration, fingers flying over the keyboard. You knew he had no idea how insanely hot he looked when he was so focused.
You quietly walked over in your comfy hoodie—with no bra underneath, of course, since you were already planning this. Sitting beside him on the couch, you pretended to check your phone while stealing glances at him. Arisu was biting his lower lip, his glasses slipping down his nose...
You bit your lip too.
— "You winning, baby?" — you asked sweetly, laying your head on his thigh like it was the most innocent thing in the world.
— "Trying to," — he mumbled, eyes glued to the screen. — "It’s ranked. People are playing hard..."
You nodded, but your fingers were already slowly tracing circles on his leg.
— "Mmm, sounds tough..." — you whispered, faking a yawn. — "But you're so smart… so good with your fingers..."
His pause was subtle. Almost imperceptible. But you noticed it.
Your hand slowly moved up his thigh, and Arisu finally glanced down at you, suspicious, his gaze half-lidded behind his glasses.
— "(Y/N)... you're..."
— "I’m what?" — you teased, blinking innocently.
— "You’re doing this on purpose."
You let out a soft giggle and kissed his cheek gently.
— "Me? Of course not. I just missed you. We barely touched today..."
And with that, you climbed into his lap, straddling him gently. You could already feel him getting hard under you. It never took much. One touch from you and he melted like butter.
Arisu gasped, panicked.
— "Babe, please, I... I’m in a match... if I lose now, I’ll drop rank—"
You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear.
— "Then win fast… or lose quick."
You began to roll your hips slowly against him through his pants, feeling him harden even more. His hands flew to your waist, hovering there—hesitating between pulling you close or pushing you away. His body screamed yes, but his brain begged no. And you loved every second of it.
— "This is torture..." — he groaned through his teeth.
— "Mhm... it is."
You reached up, took his glasses off carefully, and set them down on the coffee table. He was already flushed, lips parted, breathing shallow. The game on his screen blurred from his sight as his teammates yelled over the mic, “ARISU, COVER!!” but he didn’t answer.
You kissed his neck, licking it softly, then whispered:
— "Are you gonna focus on your little game... or on me?"
He didn’t reply. Just moaned. Loudly.
So you stopped.
Completely.
No more grinding. No more kisses. No more teasing.
He blinked, stunned.
— "W-Why’d you stop?"
You gave him that devilish smile.
— "You haven’t chosen yet."
Arisu looked at you like a kicked puppy—desperate, needy, painfully hard beneath his sweatpants. And you? You simply slid off his lap, grabbed a book, and flopped onto the opposite end of the couch like nothing had happened.
— "Let me know when you decide."
He sat there, frozen, staring at you like you’d just ruined his life.
And you… were just getting started.
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Arisu had been sitting there for the past ten minutes, shifting uncomfortably on the couch, his erection straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. He kept throwing you glances—half angry, half begging—but you just flipped another page of your book, completely unbothered.
— “(Y/N)...” — he murmured, his voice already wrecked. — “You’re really not gonna help me?”
You looked up, tilted your head slightly, and smirked.
— “Help you with what, baby?”
He clenched his jaw, his fists gripping the edge of the cushion. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his legs were pressed tightly together like he was trying to relieve the ache somehow. But nothing helped. Not without you.
— “You know what…”
— “Use your words,” — you said, pretending to be confused. — “You’re a smart boy, right?”
He swallowed hard.
— “I… I need you,” — he mumbled, barely audible. — “I need to cum. It hurts...”
You slowly closed your book and set it down.
Then stood up.
Arisu’s eyes widened as you walked over to him, your expression unreadable. You straddled his lap again—slowly, painfully slowly—grinding down just enough to make him gasp.
— “You’re such a mess already…” — you whispered against his lips. — “And I haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.”
He whimpered.
You kissed down his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Your fingers slid under the hem of his shirt, dragging it up his chest and over his head. You kissed your way down his stomach until you reached the waistband of his pants.
Arisu was panting now, gripping the back of the couch so hard his knuckles turned white.
You tugged his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock—already red, swollen, leaking.
— “God, look at you,” — you cooed. — “So fucking desperate.”
You ran your finger along the underside of his shaft. Just once. He jolted like you’d electrocuted him.
— “Please,” — he moaned. — “Please don’t tease…”
You ignored him, pressing soft kisses along the head of his cock, but never putting your mouth fully on it. Just breathing against it, licking it once, then pulling away.
— “You’re not allowed to cum yet,” — you said sweetly. — “You only cum when I say so.”
He nearly cried.
— “(Y/N)... I— I can’t take it... I’m gonna cum, I swear, I can’t—”
You wrapped your hand around the base, tight, and he choked on his moan.
— “No you won’t,” — you warned. — “You’ll hold it. Or I’ll stop completely. Do you want that?”
He shook his head wildly.
— “N-No! Please—don’t stop—please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good—just don’t stop—”
You smiled, so satisfied with your obedient, begging little mess of a boyfriend.
— “Then breathe, Ryohei. Just a little longer, baby.”
You started stroking him, slow and tight, just the way you knew drove him insane. But every time you felt him twitch—every time he got close—you stopped. Again. And again. And again.
He was shaking now, his eyes glassy, mouth open in disbelief.
— “You’re cruel,” — he breathed. — “You’re so fucking cruel…”
You leaned in, licking the shell of his ear.
— “And you love it.”
Arisu trembled beneath you, chest rising and falling rapidly while your hands gently traced the sweat-slick skin of his stomach. He looked ruined. A flushed, teary-eyed, blissed-out mess.
— “You okay, baby?” — you whispered softly, brushing his damp hair away from his forehead.
He nodded weakly, voice hoarse.
— “Y-Yeah… just… holy shit…”
You giggled, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over the two of you, letting him curl into your chest like the needy little sub he was. His head rested right above your heart, his arms looped lazily around your waist.
— “That was mean…” — he mumbled, half-asleep already. — “You almost broke me…”
— “I did break you,” — you smirked, kissing the top of his head. — “And you loved it.”
He let out a soft whine, his cheek nuzzling against your skin.
— “Can we just… stay like this forever?”
You didn’t answer right away. You just held him tighter, letting the silence stretch as your fingers traced lazy patterns on his back. You wanted to say yes. You really did.
But forever wasn’t something anyone could promise.
Not really.
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ONE MONTH LATER
You woke up alone in bed, stretching with a yawn and glancing at the empty space beside you.
His side was already cold.
A little note sat on your pillow.
“Went to meet Karube and Chōta! I’ll bring snacks later. Love you, Ryohei ♡”
You smiled sleepily, pressing the paper to your lips. You rolled out of bed and padded into the kitchen, still in your oversized hoodie (probably stolen from Arisu). You poured yourself some cereal, flicked on the TV...
And paused.
Something felt... off.
No news. No sound.
The screen was black.
You looked at your phone.
No signal.
No messages.
Your heart skipped a beat.
You called Arisu.
Voicemail.
Again.
Voicemail.
—
The day passed.
Then two.
Then a week.
There were missing person flyers in Shibuya.
Three boys.
One name made your heart stop.
Ryohei Arisu.
—
Meanwhile…
Arisu laughed loudly as he dodged a random pedestrian, Karube and Chōta chasing behind him through the crowded streets of Shibuya. He had his phone out, texting you.
“Chōta almost tripped over a dog. You would’ve cried laughing lol. Miss you. ♡”
Then—
A crash.
They darted across the crosswalk, people yelling behind them. A car swerved. A police whistle blew.
They ran.
Arisu typed one last thing.
“Buy you something sweet later.”
Then they slipped into the bathroom stall at the station.
Panting.
Laughing.
Still glowing from the teasing you’d done the night before.
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I love ur writing, first of all. Secondly, do u think any of skz would have a mommy kink? 👀👀
First of all, thank you so much for all the love on my texts, you guys are literally keeping me alive with these requests. I get way too excited when you ask for these unhinged, super specific spicy analyses. So buckle up, because this is a very serious, very scientific discussion (I’m lying, it’s just me being a massive delulu Han noona stan).
Look, there’s literally NO debate in my delusional little brain: the member who was BORN for a mommy/noona kink is Han Jisung. I’m convinced this is already consensus among the unhinged parts of the fandom. The quokka radiates “I need to be babied, ruined, and praised by a hot maternal figure” energy so strongly it’s actually concerning. I’m not okay. Send help. Or send Han. Preferably on my lap.
Picture this absolute masterpiece of a scene: Han stumbles home after the world’s most exhausting rehearsal, sweaty, pouty, hair sticking up in seventeen directions, looking like a wet kitten who carried the entire JYP building on his back. He tries to play it cool with that chaotic quokka smile for exactly 0.3 seconds. But the moment you sit down, open your arms and say in that soft, sweet, dangerous voice “Come here, baby… come to noona/mommy”, he just collapses. Full system shutdown. Face planted straight into your tits like it’s his safe place, breathing you in like oxygen while you scratch his head.
He lives for when you cup his chubby cheeks with both hands, stare into those sparkling raccoon eyes and whisper “You were such a good boy today, Jisung-ah~”. Bro’s cock is instantly rock hard, twitching like it’s trying to escape his pants just from the praise. This man gets stupidly needy. He’s begging for lap time, begging to nurse on your tits while you give him endless head scratches, begging you to pull him onto your lap so he can grind his leaky cock against your thigh like a desperate little puppy in heat. All while letting out the cutest, whiniest, “Noona… please… I need you so bad…” moans that make you want to ruin him and protect him at the same time.
And when you hit him with the full mommy voice — “Shhh, let mommy take care of everything now, my sweet boy” — Han ascends. He wants you holding his face while he sucks on your fingers like it’s his full-time job. He wants to be on his knees, licking and sucking like a good boy while you pet his hair and praise him: “That’s it, such a perfect mouth, my obedient little baby… you’re making mommy feel so good.” He cums ridiculously fast when you mix the sweet mommy talk with straight filth — “Cum for mommy, Jisung… be a good boy and make a mess for me, baby~”. Then he turns into the clingiest, softest koala on earth, face buried between your boobs again, mumbling “more cuddles… don’t let me go…” while you clean him up and baby him.
He is 100% addicted to being called “good boy”, “mommy’s little baby”, “my filthy sweet boy”, “filhinho da mamãe”. The more you take care of him — giving him bubble baths, feeding him snacks by hand, wiping his cum off his tummy with a warm towel, dressing him in comfy clothes, brushing his hair — the hornier and more attached he gets. I’m telling you, this man wants to be edged for hours while you coo at him, then absolutely milked dry while you tell him how perfect and pretty he is. I’m so down bad for this scenario it’s embarrassing.
Felix also has massive baby potential.
That sunshine has permanent “I need 24/7 cuddles and titty time” written on his forehead. Deep voice + angel face = lethal combo. Imagine him pouting and whining “Noona… hold me tighter please~”. He loves sitting on your lap, sucking on your tits while you ride him slow and deep, moaning “Mommy… it’s so warm… don’t stop…” with those big sparkling eyes. He wants neck holds while he eats you out like a starving man and constant praise. When he cums he shakes like a leaf and begs to stay inside you because “it’s too cold without mommy”. Adorable menace.
Seungmin is the surprise brat.
He starts off clowning so hard: “What kind of cursed shit is this? You’re actually deranged.” But it’s all an act. Deep down he’s dying to be put in his place. He’ll talk back on purpose just so you grab his jaw and say “Don’t test mommy, baby boy.” Put him on all fours, spank that cute ass while scolding him and he’s instantly leaking. Loves the sweet + filthy combo: “Shhh quiet now… let mommy handle this naughty little cock.” Ends up whimpering “Mommy… I’m yours…” while he lets you wreck him. Hidden softie confirmed.
Bang Chan has some “please take care of me” vibes too, but honestly? Han destroys everyone else in this category. I don’t really see it with the others. It just doesn’t hit the same. This is 100% my extremely biased, Han-obsessed opinion and I’m not even sorry about it.
I’m actually down catastrophic for Han in this fantasy. The teary eyes, the whimpers, the way he’d cling to me after, the way he’d beg so cutely while calling me mommy/noona… yeah. I need to go touch grass. Or touch Han. Preferably both.
There you have it. My completely normal and chill take on the matter. Han Jisung mommy kink supremacy forever and ever. 💕
Seoul had a way of swallowing people who couldn’t run anymore.
Nam-gyu didn’t run anymore. He just existed. A cigarette hanging from his lips, the smell of old sweat clinging to his wrinkled shirt, and eyes too red for someone who claimed he “slept fine.”
Everyone saw it, everyone whispered about it — but no one said it to his face.
Except you.
You were the only one who called him an idiot and still made him coffee in the morning.
“You’re late. Again,” you said, throwing a clean t-shirt onto his lap.
He was sprawled on your couch, one leg draped over the other, body limp like he had no bones. He turned his head slowly in your direction, that signature crooked smirk on his lips.
“You like when I’m late. Gives you time to miss me.”
“Gives you time to rot into my couch and pretend you still have a life.”
“That life’s long gone, sweetheart.”
You crossed your arms. He gave you that look — the smug one he always wore when he was trying to hide that he was hurting. Whenever the world felt like it was about to crush him, Nam-gyu acted like everything was a joke. Like nothing could touch him.
You knew that was a lie.
“Take a shower,” you said firmly. “And stop talking like you don’t give a damn. I care.”
Silence.
The cigarette burned slowly in the ashtray.
Drip, drip, drip — the sound of the bathroom faucet echoed into the room.
And then, he murmured:
“Why haven’t you left yet?”
You stayed with your back to him, tidying up the mess.
“Because you don’t want me to.”
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A few hours later
He was sitting on the mattress now, shirtless, in just his jeans. His hair still damp, eyes calmer. You sat on the floor in front of him, folding one of his t-shirts. His tattoos glistened with water, like the shower had softened him. He looked less cruel like this. Less jagged.
“You hate when I’m soft, don’t you?” he muttered.
You let out a quiet laugh.
“I think you don’t know how to be soft. You know how to fake it. But when you actually try… you’re so much better than you think.”
That was the moment.
You didn’t see it — but you felt it.
His shoulders dropped. His expression loosened. Like your praise had cracked something inside.
“Say it again,” he asked, voice low.
“What?”
He looked up at you, red-eyed, nervous, almost pleading.
“That I’m better than I think I am.”
You moved closer, knees brushing his legs.
“Nam-gyu… you are. So much more than you realize. You’re strong. You’re smart. And even when you try to push me away, I know all you want… is for someone to stay.”
He let out a shaky sound, something between a sigh and a whimper. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.
“You have no idea what that does to me,” he whispered.
You smiled gently. His hand found your waist, while yours slid into his damp hair, tugging gently.
“Wanna hear more?”
“Please.”
---
That’s when everything started to fall apart.
The kiss came like a surge — fast, desperate, uncontrolled. His hands trembling on your waist, sliding under your shirt, gripping you like he was afraid you’d disappear.
He kissed like a man starving. Like he’d never tasted comfort before.
You pushed him gently back on the mattress, straddling his lap. He gasped softly when you tugged his hair and whispered:
“Look at me. You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that?”
The sound that escaped him was almost a sob. He moaned low, whispering a quiet “fuck” under his breath, digging his fingers into your thighs.
“Say more,” he begged.
“More?”
“Praise me. I need it.”
And you realized:
He wasn’t teasing.
He was begging.
The boy the world had broken just wanted a little warmth.
A little love.
A little you.
“You drive me insane, Nam-gyu. You’re so sexy, so damn handsome… but what really gets me wet is that look in your eyes when I praise you. You crave it, don’t you?”
He nodded, breathing hard. His hands were shaking.
“I do. I want everything you’ll give me. Just… keep going. Tell me I’m good. Tell me I’m yours.”
You slid your shirt off slowly, letting him see every inch of you. His eyes trailed your body like he was memorizing it.
You leaned down to his ear.
“You’re mine. Only mine. And you’re doing so, so well, baby…”
The moan he let out sounded broken.
"You're mine."
Your voice was firm, hot against his neck.
"And you're doing so well for me, baby. So obedient, so needy… my good boy."
Nam-gyu moaned again, loudly, like those words hit deeper than anything else. His hips bucked, grinding against you with force, like he couldn’t take the teasing touches, the compliments… or the way your words had him under control.
"Fuck…" he whispered, breathless. "You break me when you talk like that."
"No, baby. I fix you," you said, biting the soft skin of his earlobe.
"You only feel whole now because you know you’re wanted. You know I want you. And you know I think you’re perfect."
His grip on your hips tightened like he needed to anchor himself. His eyes were glassy, red from holding back too much. But now, everything was slipping—especially his emotions.
"Call me something nice," he begged, his voice trembling. "Call me your good boy. Hot. Tell me I’m yours."
You slid your hand down to the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning them slowly, teasingly, as you whispered in his ear:
"You’re so hot, Nam-gyu. So mine. And the way you beg for praise? It makes me so wet... You want to please me, don’t you?"
"I do. I want everything. Just praise me. Please."
You giggled softly, wickedly, sliding your hand into his underwear to find him already rock hard—throbbing.
"This is for me? All this just because I called you pretty?"
He moaned, squirming, humiliated and addicted all at once.
"It’s yours. All yours. I’m yours."
You straddled him again, grinding your wetness against the bulge in his pants, making both of you sigh.
"I’m gonna fuck you just the way you need," you whispered, pulling your panties down under your skirt.
"But you only get to cum if I say so. Got it?"
"Yes." He replied way too fast. "Yes, I’ll obey. I’m good for you, right?"
You licked your lips, positioning yourself right at his entrance, feeling how he throbbed for you.
"You’re the best. My good boy. The neediest, the prettiest, the most obedient. That’s why I’m going to let you in."
And the sound he made as you sank down on him, slow and deep, was a broken, wet moan that vibrated in your chest. He felt you fully, hot and tight—and could only babble nonsense beneath you, trembling.
"Yes… yes…" he panted. "Use me. Say more. Tell me I’m perfect for you. I... I need to hear it."
You started moving, slowly rocking your hips the way you knew drove him wild. His eyes rolled back, neck stretched, veins bulging.
"You are perfect. So fucking hot like this, moaning for me. Begging me to praise you. Giving me this perfect cock… it’s everything I want."
"Fuck, fuck, yes..." he was yelling, his hips jerking up desperately.
"I’m close... shit, I don’t wanna cum yet... praise me again… please…”
You grabbed his face in both hands, grinding harder as you locked eyes with him.
"Then cum for me. Show me how much you’re mine. Cum because you’re my good boy. The best I’ve ever had."
And he did.
He came deep inside you with a choked, desperate cry, eyes shut tight, body soaked in sweat, fingers digging into your skin like he was falling apart from the inside. His whole body shook, and he collapsed back, panting hard, still trembling beneath you.
You laid over him, listening to his racing heart and the tiny sobs slipping out of him uncontrollably.
"Hey…" you whispered, kissing his sweaty face.
"It’s okay. You were amazing. You are amazing."
He hugged you tight, burying his face into your neck like he wanted to disappear inside you.
"No one’s ever… treated me like this," he mumbled. "No one ever praised me like that. Only you."
"And I’ll keep doing it. Because you deserve it. You’re good, Nam-gyu."
He closed his eyes, mumbling softly:
"Say it again. Please."
You smiled into his hair, whispering into his ear:
"You’re good. My good boy. And I’ll never stop saying it."
He should’ve been asleep.
After everything that happened that night — the pleasure, the praise, the tears, the release — his body should've been exhausted.
But Nam-gyu refused to let go of you for even a second.
— “Nam…” you giggled, your voice slightly hoarse. “I’m just trying to get some water.”
— “No,” he mumbled, voice still raspy and sleepy. “Stay here. Just five more minutes.”
— “You said that forty minutes ago.”
— “I’m a liar,” he pouted, burying his face in the crook of your neck, pulling you even closer. “Trap me here. Use me as a blanket. Crush me. Just don’t leave.”
You chuckled, your fingers lazily stroking through his hair.
Nam-gyu purred like a satisfied cat, eyes closed, completely attached to you like you were his safe place.
— “Are you okay?” you asked gently.
He mumbled something unintelligible against your skin, then whispered:
— “I am. I’m… so okay. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this whole before.”
You didn’t say anything. You just kept stroking his hair, feeling the warmth of his body pressed to yours, his chest rising and falling slowly, your legs tangled together.
— “Say it again,” he pleaded softly. “Just one more time. That I’m yours. That I’m good.”
You smiled, eyes slowly filling with tears.
— “You are mine. My good boy. And I love you.”
He sighed loudly, deeply satisfied, as if your words physically soothed him.
You stayed like that for a long time, until the sky outside began to lighten, and the world started to exist again.
Nam-gyu was the one who finally broke the silence.
— “Hey… babe?” he said, a bit hesitant.
— “Hm?”
— “There’s something I want to tell you. It’s kinda… random, but… can you promise you’ll listen all the way through?”
You turned on your side, facing him.
There was something different in his eyes. A hopeful glint… but also a flicker of fear.
— “Of course. You can tell me anything.”
He took a deep breath.
— “I met a guy. At a bus stop, believe it or not. He was wearing a suit and offered me a game. Like… a kids’ game. I won, and he gave me money.”
You frowned a little.
— “What kind of game?”
— “Nothing serious… like a bet. But then he gave me this card. He said if I wanted to earn way more, I just had to call. And… I thought about us. I thought… maybe I could get enough money to buy that house. The one you loved. With a garden. And space for our cats. And for our baby… when we finally decide to try.”
Your heart sank.
— “Nam…”
— “I know it sounds crazy. But I feel like this is the chance. Like, this time, it’ll work. I’m tired of promising you things I can’t deliver. But this… this feels real. And I want to do it for us. I want to give you everything you deserve.”
He pulled you into a tighter hug, so tight it almost hurt.
— “We’re going to be happy. I swear. Just one last push… and then everything will be ours.”
You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears.
— “What if it’s dangerous?”
— “It won’t be. It’s just a game. And I’m good at games, remember?” he smiled. “I’m your good boy. And I’ll come back to you. With the money. With the house keys. With everything.”
He held you again, nestling into your arms like he belonged there.
Like a clingy kitten begging for love.
Like a man who just wanted peace.
Like someone who, without knowing it, was saying goodbye.
You closed your eyes, wishing with everything in you that it could be true.
That he would come back.
That this wasn’t the last time you'd hear him say he was yours.
But deep down… you knew.
Still, you held his face gently, kissed his lips, and whispered:
— “I believe in you. It’ll work. You’ll come back to me.”
He smiled, relieved, and curled up in your arms again.
