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conelluwrites · 22 days ago

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Request for another Min-Su x reader fic, maybe one that’s very hurt/confort oriented. Mostly looking for fluff but I wouldn’t mind it turning sexual. I just want to make that boy better again when he’s miserable

I Could Not Go Away (Not If I Wanted To)

Ao3 Words: 1.1k Warnings: In game (drug use, withdrawal), no smut, reader was not a part of Thanos Team (Min-su is referred to as Player 125 up to him introducing himself) Other: My precious baby. Sorry it's short (╥ᆺ╥；) and sorry if it feels a bit disjointed, I think I'm coming down with something and I've been forgetting my meds so my brain is STRUGGLING to focus haha oops Need to rewatch season 2-3, but I have so much stuff going on the rest of the week AHHHH!!!

She had taken notice of Player 125 during the fifth game when he taunted Player 124. It was pretty interesting to watch, watching a grown man grovel on his knees for a damn necklace. The same person groveling at his knees in front of a shorter man getting knocked over and falling to his death within a few minutes.

Getting across the bridge sounds easier than it is, it’s just jumprope after all. But of course nothing can come easy in this shit hole- a player kicking people off the safe side of the bridge makes the game stall. She can feel her palms sweat and she instinctively wipes them on the pants of her track suit. She just needs to get across, she just needs to-

Is he taking off his shoes?

She turns to face Player 125 fully as he slides off his shoes and holds them in slightly trembling hands. He glances up at her, looks away, and then looks at her again. He walks over to her, his eyes slightly downcast. “Wanna come with me?” He says, his voice not shaking despite the way he looks. The pill he popped without her knowledge gave him enough confidence to speak to her.

“Come with you? You mean like go behind or in front of you?”

“Yeah- behind me.”

It’s… an offer…? ‘Teaming up’ in a game like jump rope doesn’t provide as much safety as teaming up in earlier games would provide but still- there’s no telling what the final game will be so she takes it. The rest of the team she had before had all died, so what does she have left to lose. “Okay, that sounds good.” He gives a vague smile, not a full smile that reaches his eyes but it’s clear that he’s relieved with her decision.

She follows behind him as he gets on the bridge. She doesn’t allow herself to look down as she jumps. She stumbles slightly after the first jump and Player 125 looks back slightly before looking forward again. “Don’t fall.” She would laugh at his comment if her life wasn’t on the line. Don’t fall? It’s not as if she planned on it.

When they reach the gap in the bridge, Player 125 hesitates- or at least it appears that way to her. “You okay?”

He’s not able to respond, he’s too in his own drugged out thoughts and hallucinations to do anything other than focus on what’s directly in front of him. When he finally gets over the gap, it’s smooth sailing. They both make it over and the audio rings out their numbers and that they’ve passed.

Player 125 more or less latches onto her. Not physically, but it’s clear he doesn’t want to leave her side. It’s endearing, to be honest. But it doesn’t take long for his attitude to change, the air around him becoming downtrodden with anxiety.

“Hey, what’s your name?” She asks, trying to pull him out of whatever thought he’s got on his mind.

He looks up at her. Goddammit he looks like some hurt puppy dog that’s been left out in the rain, she wants to cup his face and murmur soothing words to him. “Min-su.” He says. His breathing is coming out harsher than it should for just being on a bunk with her. “What- What’s yours?”

She introduces herself, scooting over to sit more comfortably beside him. “Min-su fits you.” He just nods and then looks down at his hands. They’re shaking even when he curls them up into fists- hell, they might actually tremble even more after he does that. He unclenches his fists and breathes out slowly. It’s clear he’s trying to center himself, but it’s not working.

His body is hot, uncomfortably so. She can feel it radiating off of him and it makes her own body feel warm. She reaches out to hold one of his hands and grimaces, his hands are grossly sweaty- sweatier than hers were earlier. She doesn’t pull her hand away though, she intertwines their fingers. “You okay? Something bothering you?”

“Yeah, I just- I just-” He can’t get the words out. “Pills? I took some and now- and now-” She’s quiet as he tries to explain what’s going on with him. She can connect the dots even if it seems unlikely. She’s never heard of a drug that could cause withdrawal so quickly, but in combination with the stress of the games she supposes anything is possible.

“I understand, it’s okay. I got you.” She murmurs, sighing softly. “I’m here.”

He doesn’t say anything, his hand trembling hers. Comfort, it’s nice, he likes it- but it barely registers in his brain even as he squeezes her hand. He nods, unable to look into his eyes. He seems so skittish, different from the confident man that he was during jump rope. It makes her heart ache, she just wants to take away all of his pain and anxieties.

“You’re safe, okay? When we- when we get out of here together we’ll get you help.” She knows it’s almost certainly an empty promise, but she means it as deeply as she realistically can. She knows they had just met, but she's always had a soft spot for men like him and it makes her want to protect him and see this entire game through to the end with him. “We’ll vote to leave, we’ll leave this thing.”

“Are you sure?” He asks with a shaking voice. He wants to believe her, wants to believe that she’ll stick by him. “I’m scared.”

“I’m sure, Min-su.” She tries to sound more confident than she is, she steals a glance around the room and takes a quick note in her head; it doesn't seem like they’ll get out of here with the next vote. “No matter what, I got you.” She squeezes his hand and leans in. Her forehead rests on his sweaty one and she closes her eyes. “I got you…”

He flinches away for a second before forcing himself to relax his head on hers. He trusts her at least in this moment- he wants to get out of here with her. He doesn’t want to think of the alternative, doesn’t want to lose her like he did Se-mi. “Thank you.”

She smiles softly and leans in closer to brush her nose against his, her free hand rubs soothingly on his leg. “Don’t thank me, not until we get out of here, yeah?” She pulls back slightly, “thank me by taking me out on a date, hm?” She laughs softly as his eyes widen. “I’m joking, I’m joking… if anything I’d take you on a date instead.”

“I’d like that.” He stammers out, “I’d like that a lot.”

“Good, then as soon as we’re out of here, I’m taking you out to a great place I know.”

He gives her a smile, it’s small and unsure, but it’s there and that makes her heart skip a beat. She wants to see him smile more, wants to be the cause of his eyes lighting up even if it’s just barely.

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conelluwrites · 24 days ago

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Get My Kicks (Wanna Start A Rager)

F!reader x Pink Soldier 005, Pink Soldier 007, Masked Officer Ao3 Words: 6.0k Warnings: threesome (consensual swallowing, degradation), cuckolding (creampie, orgasm denial), other (reader is a pink soldier- her number is 009) Other: I love my freaky lil men. My names for the characters are: Lee Jong-il for 007, Park Chi-won for 007, and Kim Chin-woo for Masked Officer! I've never done a cuckolding fic so this was super fun. This can be loosely tied to Rotted Out With Flies (reader's # is the same, but reading that fic is not needed to understand this one so don't worry.)

She actually rather enjoyed her job, regardless of how morbid and filled with death it was. It was easy enough, especially with the separation in her mind between her and the players in the game. Dispose of the trash. That’s all those people- things- are. She doesn’t dwell on it too much when she’s begged to spare their lives, no matter what pointless information they use. So what? You got a kid? Shouldn’t be here then, dumbass. You got a husband? A wife? So unfortunate that they’ll never see you again. Clean up the streets of the filth that runs rampant. That’s her job, at least for the week. Outside of the games her life is much less eventful, probably for the best. She can’t afford to lose all of her humanity.

“Behind you, 009.” A pink soldier says. The way his hand lingers on the small of her back before brushing past her gives away that it’s one of the two soldiers she’s become rather close to. Close might be an overstatement, actually- it’s not like they’re friends or anything. However they do find the time and freedom to have fun. Did it irk the doctor as they all huddled around as they flirted so freely? Hell yeah, but there were closed spaces around that provided more freedom than anywhere else. It wasn’t really a secret, if she were called to answer to the commanding officer about what she and 005 and 007 get up to she’d state bluntly what they do. That’s not to say she bragged about it, as far as she knows the only people who know what they do are themselves and the doctor- who wishes he didn’t know. “009, comin’ up,” another soldier says, following closely behind the first one. She feels her own heart rate start to increase- they’re all headed the same direction for their nightly shift of helping the doctor. It’s one of the few times that she feels anything more than the subtle numbness that follows her like a shadow in this place. She grins beneath her mask, but she doesn’t rush to catch up with them. The last thing that pair needs is a more inflated ego caused by her openly fawning for them. She keeps her steps measured as she follows behind them, keeps her breathing even, keeps her thoughts even and away from the imitate things they share in the basement.

“Takin’ your sweet time today, huh?” One of the soldiers comments when she reaches the door. She’s not entirely sure which one he is, probably 005 since he actually holds the door open for her rather than expecting her to catch it herself like 007 does. “Got worried ‘bout you; thought you might’ve forgotten your duties,” he comments while walking down the steps behind her. “But I also know you’d never miss out on a chance to spend with us.” He adds in a purr, a little too close for comfort as they enter the basement. She was right when she guessed which soldier was behind her since 007 has his mask off and is already helping the doctor maneuver an unconscious, dying player to the table. She removes her mask after pulling her hood down, tugging her balaclava to rest on her neck and 005 mirrors her actions.

“What took you guys so long, don’t tell me you stopped midway down the steps to make out.” 007 says, his lips quirked up in a smirk as he tsks while shaking his head. The doctor grunts, already getting annoyed with the trio just from one sentence. She can’t really blame him, it’s gotta be tough scrambling through organs to try and find something that's usable with 011 sabotaging everything. “Don’t go getting me jealous now, yeah?” 007 and 009 both disarm themselves.

“Nah, man,” 005 starts, putting an arm around her waist, “though I won’t be able to hold back too much longer. She’s just so cute.” He says, his voice edging on mockery as his hand rubs her side.

“Gee, thanks.” She says, rolling her eyes but she doesn’t make an effort to really pull away nor does she sound too mad. “Talking about me like I’m not even here. What am I to you guys?” She sighs, rolling her eyes.

“You know exactly what you are to us, dontcha?” 005 says, snickering. “You’re our precious girl, our pretty soldier.”

007 chimes in, “dont act like you hate us, if you did you wouldn’t be so eager for our-”

“Can you guys just shut the hell up for five minutes?” The doctor says, looking at 007 and then to 007 and 009. “I swear- you’re worse than teenagers who just discovered how to fuck. I would be better off if you three just went away!”

The room goes silent aside from the sound of the scalpel slicing down the body and the doctor moving flesh aside to reach the organs. 009 looks away, clearly embarrassed to be called out so bluntly but 005 and 007 shared a wicked look. It’s like they’re having a silent conversation as 007 steps around the table to join the pair.

“I think that’s a good idea,” 007 says, his voice practically cooing as he tells her face to face him rather than a wall. “Don’t you, 005? Just us, our little soldier, and the freetime to really enjoy ourselves.” He chuckles, his thumb rubbing against her cheek. His brown eyes search hers for any hint of genuine discomfort while 005 responds, he’s not concerned with her consent but he definitely doesn’t want to deal with a fighting woman tonight.

“It’s a perfect idea. See how good she can take us both this time.” 005 says, grinning as he watches the charged eye contact between 007 and 009. She’s not uncomfortable, at least not uncomfortable in a way that makes either of them believe she’s not interested in the same thing they are. “C’mon, let’s go to the usual spot. It’ll be a tight spot, but I think we can manage.” He says, holding back laughter as he leads 009 by her waist to where they usually fuck at. 007 follows close behind, smacking her ass before groping it.

“It… It’s a fine idea.” She says, finally finding her voice as they make their way to the small, cramped room. It’s hardly bigger than the rooms they reside in, definitely not suited for three alive, moving bodies at once. She stumbles forward slightly when 007 shoves her inside, catching herself against the wall. 005 and 007 have never been ones for gentleness, sweet words, or making her feel special- it’s like she expected anything different- and now they’re feeding off each other’s desires to hear sweet, needy noises from her lips.

“Damn doctor’s kinda smart, huh?” 005 says, palming his already hardening cock through his pink jumpsuit, looking over at 007 and then back to 009. “We don’t gotta worry about nothin’ now. Nothin’ aside from emptying our balls, huh?”

“Damn right,” 007 responds, already unzipping his jumpsuit to allow it to crumble to the floor. His black boxers tent, he’s been waiting for her all damn day so it’s no shock that he’s already ready for her. “Pulling through mewls and moans from this lil thing, coming, and cleaning up. Shit, it’s perfect.” He laughs. It’s a cruel laugh as he closes in to clutch 009’s shoulders and kiss her hard. It’s not a soft kiss, it demands her to kiss back. And kiss back she does, her lips parting immediately to allow him entrance as one of her hands cups his cheek and the other cups the back of his head. She can hear 005 groan as she closes the door, groping himself. He wouldn’t be opposed to just watching his comrade fuck her, but he’d never admit to something like that outloud. He can practically hear the way 007 would react to that, see the way 009 would look at him after he admits something like that.

“Kiss her neck, man- she loves that.” He strains out, unzipping his own jumpsuit and kicking it aside to join 007’s. 007 chuckles, pulling away from her lips to kiss down her neck and nip teasingly until he reaches the point that makes her finger curl up into his hair.

“There? That your special place, baby doll?”

“Mhm,” she nods weakly, tilting her head to give him more access to nip and kiss at the spot that makes her breath catch in her throat.

“She’s such a little slut, I swear, man. She loves- loves it when you call her pet names and show her that stupid loving shit rather than immediately going for it.” 005 says, his green plaid boxers joining the pile of clothing on the floor. He spits down onto his cock, groaning as he strokes himself from base to tip, swiping his thumb over his sensitive head every other stroke. “So easy, dude.”

“I know, right? Love women like her.” 005 laughs, his fingers moving to unzip her jumpsuit, his hands sliding into the suit to cup her breasts. She’s so reactive to every touch, it drives him and 005 crazy with desire so why should he make any further effort to get her in the mood. Sure, maybe she’d enjoy it more, but who the fuck cares?

“I do too, makes it so easy to come. She doesn’t even care if she finishes. Say it, say you don’t care, bitch.”

She groans, she’d love every sensation more if she knew she’d finish at the end of it all but she’s in no position to make demands. “I do, I love it.”

“You love it, what? Say my name, if you can even remember it.” 007 says, kissing upwards to get just below her ear.

“I love it, Chi-won.” She can feel his lips turn into a wicked grin. Such a smart, good girl for remembering his name. He’s surprised she can remember his name since the last time he reminded her of it she was being fucked stupid.

“Say my name, baby girl.” 005 says, the sounds of his hand fisting his cock the only extra noise in the room. “Say you remember mine too?” He sounds almost needy, almost desperate.

“Jong-il.” He grunts when she also gets his name right, his hand tightening for a second around his dick. He loves the way she says, loves seeing her back arch against Chi-won as he slides her jumpsuit down, down, down to her ankles and then cups her panty-clad pussy. The way her hips squirm pleasantly against his hand makes him throb, she’s so cute. Damn shame that after the games they probably won’t ever meet up, but it’s not the time for that line of thought right now.

“Fuck, yes, good girl.” Jong-il groans, his eyes glued to her cunt as Chi-won pushes her legs apart to rub her pussy and bury his head in her neck. “Let Chi-won touch you- just like that. You love it, don’t you?” He lifts his other hand to push her bra down to expose her breasts and her thumb immediately goes to swipe over her nipple until it stiffens into a sensitive peak. “You love us touching you, dontcha, baby girl?”

“Yes, love your hands on me.” She breathes out, holding Jong-il’s hand to cup her breast fully instead of focusing solely on her nipple. “Touch me, please touch me more…”

Chi-won bites her neck at that, her pretty words making his cock throb against her skin through his boxers. “I’d love for us to take turns with you, but we don’t have that kinda time.”

“Fuck yeah, we’ll share this sweet body.” Jong-il says, grinning at 009. “You’re fine with that, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine.” She mumbles, she’d rather not deal with that mess but it’ll work. Her face must give away her hesitation as Jong-il slides his hand from her chest to her face and pats her cheek condescendingly.

He gives her a mockingly ‘understanding’ look and nod, “now don’t look so sad, baby doll. We’ll make sure you get something out of it too. Now get over to that pile of clothes, get on your hands and knees, and present yourself for us while we figure out who takes you where.” He smiles, it’s not a sweet or calming smile and rather it looks almost creepy.

Chi-won pulls away from her, pecking her lips before looking over at Jong-il and giving him a thumbs up while 009 goes over to the crumpled pile of Chi-won and Jong-il’s jumpsuits and kneels down on the clothing to protect her knees. She can’t hear the pair of Soldiers as they whisper to each other and make lewd gestures in reference to her. Her cheeks burn in embarrassment, her face setting into a subtle pout as she stares at them. Her pussy is wet enough to where either of them could be able to fuck her cunt. She doubts they’d attempt anal without lube or prep, so the other one must take her mouth. Typical spitroast, nothing special but maybe she’ll be able to cum this time at least.

“Chi-won here s’gonna take your cunt this time, I figure the man could use a nice tight pussy squeezing the life outta his dick.” Jong-il says, sauntering over to stand in front of her while fisting his cock slowly. He doesn’t wanna bust too soon, but goddamn he could paint her face just from the sight of her looking up at him like that.

“Damn right I am, baby girl. I got you, don’t worry…” Chi-won says, getting on his knees behind her and rubbing his weeping cock against her slit. A loud groan erupts from him just from the sensation, he wants to slam forward- so he does. She lets out a sharp yelp, her walls immediately fluttering around him as her cheek collides with Jong-il’s throbbing dick.

“Easy.” She says, looking back at Chi-won for a split second before Jong-il threads his fingers into her hair and smears his tip against her lips.

“Y’not in the position to make demands here, bitch. You know better.” His grin is absolutely malicious as he stares down at her, biting his tongue between his teeth in concentration as he gets his tip between her lips. He moans, his hips immediately twitching to push in further and feel more of her velvety mouth around him. His eyes flutter shut as he shallowly thrusts into her mouth, the feel of her tongue against his sensitive skin is intense as she laps at him.

“She good, right? This whore got such a hot mouth.” Chi-won says, holding onto 009’s hips hard enough to cause marks to blossom on her skin. “I always bust in her mouth, she swallows it like a fucking champ.”

Jong-il is unable to form words, he just nods and grunts as his mouth falls open and his head falls back. He’s more vocal than Chi-won when it comes to making noises, but he’s never able to really form words- his thoughts are blank and pure white when her lips are around his cock. Chi-won just laughs loudly in response, slapping her ass hard enough to make her jerk forward again.

“Glrk!”

Jong-il laughs breathlessly, his eyes opening just enough to look down at her as he holds her head in place. His cock pulses eagerly in her throat as they both bottom out in her at the same time. It’s bordering on painful for her, but the pain just adds to her pleasure. She’s not gonna come, not from them focusing on their own pleasure, but she’s in no position to even try to voice her disappointment.

“Fuck, listen to that slut gag.” Chi-won groans, resuming his hard thrusts. He leans over her back to bite her shoulder, loving the way her walls clench up tight around him. He laughs as loud as he can with her skin between his teeth.

“Yeah…” Jong-il grunts, pumping his hips in sync with Chi-won’s thrusts to bury himself to the hilt each time. “Feels good. Can’t get- can’t get enough…”

She feels Chi-won’s hips stutter first, his thrusts becoming sloppy and out of rhythm as he bites down harder. He’s not one to come in her, the risk of knocking her up is minimal but it’s enough to make him pull out regardless, unlike Jong-il who loves coming in her tight cunt. “Gonna cum, little slut” He moans, pulling out and jerking his cock until he spills to the ground below him. He just barely misses the jumpsuits.

“Come- I’m gonna-” Jong-il tries to get out a coherent sentence but it falls apart. He wants to see her face when he comes, but it’s hard to keep his eyes open. Chi-won pants against her back and Jong-il starts to pulse out cum into her mouth. Her mouth floods with his cum, but she swallows it down readily. When he’s spent, he pulls out of her mouth and pats her head.

For a moment, the only noises in the room are the three of them all panting and then Jong-il pipes up with a strained noise before actually talking, “we probably need to get dressed ‘nd see if the doc needs us.” She crawls back over to where her clothing is discarded, they don’t help her back into her clothing. She struggles for a little bit, huffing and glaring over at the pair who just give her a smirk and a thumbs up. “You got this, baby girl,” he says, holding back a laugh.

“Poor girl, we got her so fucked up she can’t even get dressed.” Chi-won says condescendingly before laughing.

She grunts as she zips up the jumpsuit and adjusts her belt, “fuck off, both of you.” She pushes past them and opens the door. The doctor is already finished, assessing that it’s not even worth trying to scavenge the other bodies for parts. He looks like he knows something that the trio doesn’t, a glint in his eyes as he puts his handheld radio back down.

“Gald you three had your fun. You three ready to head back to the rooms?”

“Hell yeah we are, she drained us.” Jong-il says, patting 009’s shoulder and grinning. “Should try ‘er sometime, doc. She’d get rid of that scowl you always have.”

The doctor’s face drops again. “As pleasant as that sounds, I think I’d rather kill myself.”

“Don’t be that way, man.” Chi-won says, going over to get his mask before tugging his balaclava back into place and putting his mask back on.

009 and Jong-il go to get theirs as well. Jong-il pats her ass ‘lovingly’ as the doctor moves past them to enter the stairway. The trio all follow behind him, 009 immediately behind, then Jong-il, then Chi-won. She feels tired as hell and she’s just ready to be in her own room- even if it’s not the most ideal.

Lineup, enter room, have dinner, go to bed. Easy. She lies down, more than ready to fall into a dreamless sleep again. She may tolerate- even like- Jong-il and Chi-won, but goddamn they can be hard to be around after they fuck.

A few hours into her sleep, her door opens slowly. Even in her rest she can feel herself being stared at and she stirs awake. She blinks away her sleep before jumping back slightly. There’s a Manager staring down at her before he speaks, “The commanding officer would like to see you in his chambers.”

“Wha-”

“The commanding officer would like to see in his chambers.” He repeats before she can even finish a single word. She sits up and rubs her eyes before standing up and stretching. She gets her mask, places it on, adjusts her hood, and nods to the Manager. The Manager leads her from her room through the colorful hallways and doorways before reaching an elevator she’s not entirely sure she’s seen before. The air is tense, the pair both utterly quiet as they ride the elevator to the commanding officer’s chambers. Why does he want to see her there?

The Manager stays in the elevator when they reach their location. There’s two other Soldiers in the doorway to his chambers and in front of them stands the commanding officer. His presence exudes authority, demands attention. The doors to the elevator close behind her and she jumps slightly, though it’s hardly noticeable. She steps forwards, standing between the two Soldiers. She glances at them- Jong-il and Chi-won- before her eyes settle on the commanding officer.

“Masks off you three.” He says, standing with his arms crossed in front of them. In sync, the trio removes their hoods, slides their masks off, and tugs their balaclavas down. She wants to look up at the two men, see if they know what this is about- though the fact it's them gives her a sinking feeling- but she keeps her eyes forward and focused on the commanding officer. “I’m sure you three know why you’re here. I’ve heard about your activities when you should be focusing on your job.” She feels the two men tense on either side of her, she feels the color drain from her face. It’s a nightmare, it’s gotta be… “Explain yourselves. 005, you first.”

“Well, I mean-” he stammers, “we just- it wasn’t my idea?”

“007. Explain yourself.” He says, it’s clear he doesn’t really care about whatever excuses they come up with.

“We just needed to relieve stress, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

“009.” He directs attention fully on her now.

Her throat dries out and she opens and closes her mouth, her hands tightening in front of her. She doesn’t even know what to say- she’s been caught and she doesn’t know how to make things better. Is it even possible to make things better? “I’m sorry, Sir.” She manages to get out. “It was a lapse of judgement.”

“A continued lapse in your judgement.” He corrects. He sighs and turns around, collapsing his hand behind his back. “All three of you, follow me. You’re going to be taught a lesson.” The air is charged as they follow him deeper into his quarters until they reach a bed with two chairs beside it. “009, on the bed. 005, 007- you sit in the chairs. You want to relieve stress? We’ll relieve stress then.”

She sits on the edge of the bed, placing her mask on the bedside table before looking over to where Jong-il and Chi-won are sitting. They look at her, before looking away. They’ve never really been awkward around each other but now it feels too weird to acknowledge each other. This isn’t lost on the masked officer who smiles behind his mask- he can work with this, he can work with the tension between the trio. The masked officer walks over to stand in front of her, tilting her head with a surprising amount of gentleness. “Eyes on me, hm? Don’t pay attention to them. They’re just watching, a little… audience… for us.” His tone is soothing even with the robotic voice modulation from his mask.

“O-Oh, okay?” She says, nodding dumbly.

“Good. You’ve always been a good listener, haven’t you?” He leans in, she can see his eyes through the mask- they’re cold and calculating, there’s no warmth in them. “Such a good girl, too good to be stuck around men like that.” His lips quirk up into a smirk as her lips part slightly as his thumb rubs her chin. “You know it too, don’t you? I bet outside of the games, you’d never give them a second glance.”

She hears the other men shift in their chairs, can feel their gazes on the side of her face. “No, Sir, I-” she stammers and falters, “I mean they’re great guys but-”

“But?” He hums, standing up straighter again and tugging down his hood, though he keeps his mask on. “But just not your type, hm? Too selfish, too focused on their own pleasures to give you what you need.” He tsks, shaking his head and taking his hand away from her chin and shrugging. “Rest assured, sweet thing, I’ll give you what you actually need. Make sure you never mess around with them again. I’ll show you how good things can be, don’t worry.” She nods again, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. “A reward for you, a punishment for them. Sound good to you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He smirks arrogantly behind his mask, such an easy little thing. He briefly wanders just how many times she’s been denied her chance to finish. How cruel of the men to deny this pretty thing her release. “Good girl. Undress for me, 009.” He looks over to see 005 and 007 squirm in their chairs as she unzips her jumpsuit, the pink fabric falling down around her shoulders before she stands to tug it down the rest of her body. She kicks it off before sitting back on the bed, looking up at the commanding officer. “Such a good listener.” He purrs, “I could tell you do anything and you’d do it, wouldn’t you? Though, I suppose, except to stick to just doing your job and not spread yourself for 005 and 007.”

“Sorry, Sir.” She mumbles, looking down. He laughs, it’s not a particularly cruel noise but it still sends a chill down her spine. “I won’t- I promise I’ll stop.”

“I know you won’t do it again. After tonight you’ll never want them again. It’s okay, don’t apologize.” He soothes, a gloved hand sliding from her shoulder to unclasp the bra. His thumbs rub gentle circles on her nipples until they harden against the nitrile material. He wants to pop one in his mouth, blow a breath of air against the sensitive peaks until she lets out a cute noise. But it’s not the time for that, not when he wants to keep his mask on for this experience. He lowers his hands, pushing her back on the bed as he rubs her sides. “This is all for you, sweetest girl. I’ll show you what someone like you deserves. Scoot back for you, let me see you.”

She obeys, scoot herself back so her ass is right on the edge of the bed. She bites her bottom lip as his black gloves spread her legs apart- he doesn’t force them to separate though, instead he allows her legs to more or less fall open willingly for him. He intakes air sharply at the sight of her panties. He wants to lean in and inhale her scent, tug her panties to the side and lick a stripe up her slit to taste her before taking his gloves off and slide a finger into her heat until she falls apart on his digits. He can’t though, not this time- maybe he’ll do something like that in the future for her if she keeps being such a damn good thing for him.

“Look at you, so tempting.” He says, running his thumb up her clothed slit before settling on her clit. He raises an eyebrow when she gasps and her hips immediately buck up against his touch. He had expected her to be a needy thing, according to that doctor she would practically throw herself at 005 and 007 each night but never seemed too pleased later on, but to already be squirming just from his thumb rubbing circles on her clit- it’s adorably obscene. “It’s okay, baby girl, you can move for me. Don’t hold back.”

“Why are we here?” 005 complains, his voice strained as he shifts uncomfortably from his cock hardening.

“Your punishment is to watch me claim your… What do you call her? A whore? A slut? Your bitch?” He hums, chuckling darkly as he keeps his eyes locked on the woman’s face. “Such degrading words for a perfect thing, though I’m not surprised men like you would fail to see her worth.”

“Men like us?” 007 says, his cheeks flushed.

“Yeah, what did you-” 005 starts.

The commanding officer raises a finger up to the pair to shut them up. “Don’t make me consider a harsher punishment for you two getting sloppy on the job. You’re lucky that all I’m taking is her.”

She continues to move her hips beneath his thumb, her breathing becoming heavier as he works her over. He’s skilled, that’s for fucking sure. “Faster?”

Her request gets his attention and he leans over her body, his thumb rubbing more incessantly. “Hm? What was that? Faster?” His voice is a whisper into her ear, “are you in a position to make a request from me right now? You may not be getting punished for your actions right now, but make no mistake of where you stand with me.” He growls, but he doesn’t remove his digit. He keeps rubbing her clit, relishes in the way she arches and grasps the bedding. He can feel her heat even through the panties, even though his fucking gloves. He can smell her desperation. “You close?” “Mhm!” She moans, nodding and closing her eyes for a second before they open back up. She’s a perfect, mewling mess.

He leans back to look into her eyes, glancing over to see the way the pair of Soldiers sitting look disgruntled and aroused. Their jumpsuits tent aggressively, they’d never put in this level of work for her. While she’s moaned and whimpered for them, she’s never sounded like this- it sends jealousy through their veins but it fades almost instantly when the commanding officer pulls back and removes his thumb. “Too bad, sweet thing.”

She whines and squirms, sitting up just enough to watch as he sheds his black jumpsuit. He doesn’t kick it off, he settles just for it pooling at his ankles. “What? Why?”

“Why?” He chuckles, his shoulder rising with the noise, “why should I let you cum yet? I haven’t got to see what’s so good about this pussy that it makes not one but two men fail their duties.”

“Such a fucking slut,” one of the Soldiers scoffs.

“Quiet. She’s not a slut. She’s just needing something more than either of you can offer.” He corrects, pushing her back down and palming his cock through his black boxers. He’s not one to come early, he’s able to control himself, but he doesn’t really want to hold back. Not when he can so readily claim her in front of his subordinates, not when he can make all three of them remember their place. “Thank you.” She murmurs in response to his defense of her, which makes him want to laugh loudly but he holds himself back. He’s not defending her for her sake, rather to just make the men more upset. However, getting her wrapped around his finger is a nice bonus.

“Of course, sweet girl.” He slowly pulls her panties down, spreading her wider for him to settle between her thighs. He grinds himself against her bare cunt, his head tilting back as her head warms his sensitive dick. He braces himself with one hand by her head as he fishes his stiff cock from his boxers and strokes himself. He rubs his tip against her wet slit coating himself in her slick arousal. “Ready for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” She nods, sliding her arms over his shoulders. She wishes he’d take the damn mask off, but she’s not stupid enough to bring it up.

He grunts as his head splits her, slipping into her tight heat easily. He doesn’t rush forward, no- he takes his time to let her feel every inch of him until he hilts himself. She feels like heaven wrapped around him. A guttural groan leaves him as he slowly thrusts. He doesn’t want to go fast like a rabid animal, not unless she asks him to of course, but the idea is there. “Feel good, baby? You like that?”

She nods, her nails digging into her palms as she settles her legs on his waist. She lifts her hips in sync with his thrusts and lets out cute, celsius noises each time he bottoms out. “I love it, Sir. Don’t- Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

005 groans, either out of the desire to be within her cunt or because he’s getting fed up, he’s not really sure. It doesn’t matter to him, to be honest- he’s getting lost in the sensation of her clutching heat fluttering around him so nicely. He moves his free hand between their bodies and rubs her clit again. When she grips him tighter, he lets out a low groan. Just like that, yeah… That’s fucking perfect.

“Please, Sir. That feels so good.” She whimpers out, tugging him down so her face can be buried in his neck.

He tsks and pulls away slightly, “look at them. I want you to look at the men you no longer belong to.”

She tenses up before obeying, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth and looking over at 005 and 007. Fuck, their eyes are darting between her face and the way the commanding officer’s hips move. “Shit…” She breathes out, her eyes fluttering as they all three make eye contact. Her walls massage his cock and he feels her arousal coating his shaft and dribbling down to his balls.

“I’m going to fill you up, 009. Mark you as mine now.” He growls. If he didn’t have his mask on, he’s bite on her neck, bite on her shoulder, leave pretty marks up and down her skin. “You’re mine now.” He says before his hips start to pump out of rhythm. He hilts into her harder, unintentionally but goddammit she’s gripping him perfectly. He can’t get enough, he might have to start calling her to his chambers more often.

“Can I come?” She asks, looking so damn needy beneath him.

He laughs. He laughs… “Of course not.” He groans, “you didn’t do your duties tonight. Why should you come on my cock, hm? Think you really deserve it?” He rubs her clit harder and faster, loving the way she holds herself back from finishing. “You don’t. Fuck, you don’t deserve to finish tonight, baby girl.”

She cries out, her legs tightening around him as she barely holds herself back as he comes inside of her. He’s as far inside of her as he can be, pumping hot cum deep into her cunt. He groans loudly, throwing his head back. The Soldiers’ eyes widen as they watch her expression change as he fills her up.

“You really didn’t come, huh?” He mutters, straight up and using his hands to gently take her legs from his waist so they can fall back onto the bed beneath her. “You are such a good thing. So proud of you.”

She pant heavily, sitting up and finally looking away from 005 and 007. “I try to be.” She responds, her voice a little rough. Of course she didn’t get to finish, but it was still more pleasurable than anything she’s felt with her fellow Soldiers.

“Get dressed. You two, go wait by the elevator.” He says, his black jumpsuit back in place as he pats her thigh before looking over the Soldiers. 005 and 007 grumble and stand up, walking stiffly back through the hallway to the elevator. “You did good tonight, 009.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She says, getting dressed. “I’m still sorry, I- I’ll do my job from now on.”

He smiles under his mask, nodding and standing straighter, “I know you will. Now hurry along to the elevator. I’ll have a Manager bring you three back to your rooms.” She gives him a small almost-wave before going to where 005 and 007 are waiting.

“Damn whore…” They say in unison as she appears, sneering and crossing their arms. The elevator door opens and they all walk in.

“You’re still ours.” Jong-il says, his mask nearly touching her ear so no one can hear, “no matter what the damn commanding officer says.”

#masked officer x reader #masked officer #soldier 005 x reader #soldier 007 x reader #pink soldier x reader #squid game x reader #squid game #organ harvesters #squid game guard #pink guard #squid game 007 #squid game 005 #005 soldier #005 guard #007 soldier #007 guard

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conelluwrites · 24 days ago

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Yk, I always Wonder what guard 005, 007 and the mask officer would be like as players, you have any ideas?

They're all talented! That's why they have the roles they do, so as much as I could see a similar RLGL to s1 playing out with 005 being the first one to move during red light, I don't think it would actually happen that way. Since they're all hired by the games, they are more brutal and have limited humanity left in them so they're a "perfect" fit for the game. I feel like 005 and 007 wouldn't make it to the end, but they would team up! They'd probably get to the fifth game, maybe the fourth depending on what the game is. They'd backstab each other for sure- teamwork will only get them so far and know this. They don't expect anything else from each other, so no hard feelings. I could see 007 making it further than 005, idk why haha. So if tehy didn't die in the same game, 005 would die in the fourth round and 007 would die in the fifth. The Masked Officer would be the kind to make it to the end and probably win, he'd do what it takes. He would get on a "team", but he doesn't feel any real bond to the players. I say probably win since we saw how he was slow to kill No-eul, I think if he somehow got close enough to another player he would hesitate to do what needs to be done and even just a second could result in his death. If it were to be the season 2/3 rules, they'd all be voting to continue- the Masked Officer would vote according to whatever team he decided to join up with (if O voters) or would have an excuse for why he voted differently (if X voters). 005 and 007 would be on a team (or just together) that votes O. If it were s1 rules, they wouldn't vote to end to the games either. They would rejoin without a second thought. They don't have anything to lose, especially the Masked Officer. In terms of the special game/lights out game- 005 and 007 would participate without even thinking. More players killed, more money- more money, easier life. I think the Masked Officer would maybe kill one or two people, he wouldn't go nuts like the Soldiers 005 and 007 would. Thank you for the ask! I love my babies sm, I've been thinking to make a character page in my notebook for each of them like I have for Gyeong-su since they're limited in terms of personality and characterization (Masked Officer less so, but still).

#masked officer #007 guard #005 guard #squid game guard #pink guard #organ harvesters #pink soldier #005 soldier #soldier 007 #squid game #squid game headcanons

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conelluwrites · 25 days ago

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IM CRYING I HOPE U DO MAKE THE WOO SEOK REQUEST I NEED STUFF ABOUT HIM SO BADD😭😭😭😭😿😿😿😿😿

I will I promise! He's so cute 😭 I'll never turn down a request unless it makes me straight up uncomfortable (which is hard to do, my lims are low).

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conelluwrites · 26 days ago

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Goals for the week ahead :3c

Finish and post (strike out=finished)

>>Didn't Want Any Promises (Just Undivided Honesty) (Nam-gyu x f!reader fic-requested) (smut)

>>I Could Not Go Away (Not If I Wanted To) (Min-su x f!reader fic-requested) (not smut)

>> Maybe Time Running Out Is A Gift (Thanos x f!reader doomed soulmates full fic-both wanted and for fun) (smut, angst)

>>Get My Kicks (Wanna Start A Rager) (Masked Officer x reader x Solider 005 and Soldier 007-for fun) (smut)

Not in order of how I'll do them, I'll be using one of those randomizer sites cause I love these all so much haha. I do plan on going for Get My Kicks tomorrow, I'm nervous cause I've never wrote something like this before

Start drafting after I finished up all the current fics above:

>>Thanos x f!reader request (smut)

>>Thanos x f!reader x Nam-gyu request (no smut)

>>Woo-seok x f!reader request (still deciding oughh)

>>Nam-gyu x f!reader request (no smut)

>>Masked Officer x f!reader request (smut)

These will probably be done the week after, I have pretty solid ideas for them all- even the Woo-seok one- I just don't know if I wanna make it smutty or not haha

#nam gyu x reader #thanos x reader #choi su bong x reader #masked officer x reader #woo seok x reader #soldier 007 x reader #soldier 005 x reader

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conelluwrites · 26 days ago

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Can I have dae-ho and Nam-gyu dating headcanons(separately) please 🙏🏻🙏🏻 season 3 makes me miss them 💔🫩

Dating Kang Dae-ho (post game) and Nam-gyu (pre-,in, and post-game)

Writing blog @conelluwrites Reader is not the same through out (Pre-game is different than the reader for in-game and post-game! Reader for in-game and post-game are the same.) Reader is referred to as "you" throughout so everyone can enjoy these Check out my pre-game and in game Dae-ho hcs here Warnings for Dae-ho: abusive father (implied), PTSD, mild alcoholism, slight smut (one hc) Warnings for Nam-gyu: CANON Nam-gyu (drug use, generally being an asshole), some smut (vague dick description, dom/sub/top/bottom type, and a couple other hcs)

Post Game When you both get dropped off at the same location, he’s an absolute mess. He can barely even register the feel of the ground beneath him, much less the way you try to help him. You need to talk soothingly to him, don’t try moving too fast, and definitely don’t get upset when he squirms away from you at first.

He visits you and insists that you don’t need to visit him. He doesn’t elaborate, he feels embarrassed to admit he still doesn’t want to go to his house- not a home, just a house. He doesn’t want to see his father’s disappointed look, doesn’t want to have to explain to his mother where he’s been, and doesn’t want his sister to fuss over him. He’s just bouncing from place to place, including your place.

He does enjoy being held tightly, like you’re working to break him in half thats the level of tightness he wants. But he also loves to hold you, your back against his chest and your bodies touching wherever possible. Skin-to-skin is preferred by far, he doesn’t want to make situations sexual but he does shyly bring up how nice it would feel to have your skin against his. You guys start slow with the idea, sleeping with a shirt and underwear on, then moving to sleeping with just underwear, then fully naked. It doesn’t necessarily turn either of you on and just makes you both feel safe and sound.

Nightmares are a common occurrence for him, be it from his time in the games or before. He cries in his sleep and sometimes wakes up screaming in a panic attack. He apologizes profusely afterwards, begging for you to forgive him, that he’s sorry, that it won’t happen again. Even with your reassurance that it’s okay, that you understand, he doesn’t believe it.

He doesn’t like to talk about his pre-game life, especially not at the beginning. Sure he’ll talk to you about his sisters and his mom, but he always leaves out his father or laughs awkwardly while saying ‘well, you know how fathers are…’ As you two get closer, he begins to open up more and more but you’ll never get the full, entire truth in one go. He doesn’t want you to see him as a coward or broken.

He was a slight alcoholic before the games, and he turned to old habits afterwards. He doesn’t want to make you more worried than you already seem, doesn’t want to see those pretty eyes of yours look at him like that. He doesn’t drink 24/7, but he does require a drink before bed or else he can’t handle himself. This habit does slowly die off with your help.

You’re not sure when he fully moved in, but you’re not complaining.

Sex doesn’t happen immediately after the games, it takes a few weeks for him to be in the mood. Please be patient with him. Masturbation in the same room and mutual masturbation does happen before sex though.

He likes to see you wear his clothing or accessories, even if it’s just something as simple as his hair tie around your wrist. He likes to buy matching clothing, either those typical couples shirts or just the same design on a shirt. This also stretches to similar socks, he likes to feel close to you even if you’re not around so he’ll wear a pair of black socks and ask for you to wear a same color pair.

Pre-Game He is NOT the relationship type. Oh my god, he avoids that shit like a goddamn plague. That’s not to say that you don’t make his cold heart pump harder and his palms sweat when you give him that soft look, it’s more to say that he doesn’t feel as if he deserves something as pure as love. No amount of patience or resilience will solve this, it’s something that he has to work on.

You’re lucky to get a huff and grunt out of him when it comes to asking what you two are when he takes you on a date. It’s not a common occurrence, he’s more likely to come by your place or invite you over to his after he’s done working at the club. He’s not the loving, sweet type. Dates are little more than a means to an end, that end being you on his dick in some way or another. If you aggravate him too much he’ll just snap and say you’re nothing to him, even if it’s not the truth- even if you’re the most important person to him (you are.)

His cock is slightly less than average in length, but he makes up for what he feels he lacks in girth. He’s uncut. He doesn’t clean shave but he doesn’t go full natural. He can and will bury your nose in his pubic hair when you give him head.

Dom leaning switch with a preference for being on the bottom. He’s not a gentle dom, he’s not opposed to putting (and keeping) you in your place. He’s also not opposed to being put in his place, but he has to be in a very specific mood. It’s hard to spot when you first start getting into less than vanilla sex and ideas, but it becomes more and more obvious when his asshole behavior turns into more brat behavior. He loves it when you ride him, loves digging his fingers into your hips until red marks appear.

Speaking of marks, he definitely leaves hickeys. He likes to show off that you’re his in the most basic (albeit immature) way.

He’s an asshole most of the time, even when he’s soft he’s prone to being rude. It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy the moment, he’s just not a softie. Don’t take it to heart, don’t leave him, just stick around and you’ll eventually see him get nicer and nicer- though he’s never going to be the kind of boyfriend you can exactly brag about.

He alternates between being jealous and possessive and not feeling any type of way about you being around others. He will flat out call you a whore though if he spots you getting “too close” (the definition changes depending on his mood, the drugs in his system, etc.)

He wants you to become an addict too. If you’re not already on something, he’ll get you on something. Absolutely loves seeing you change into his addict partn- friend. He wouldn’t say he has a kink for this, but he does get some sexual satisfaction from the fantasy.

All in all, pre-game Nam-gyu isn’t a very good “boyfriend”. He doesn’t claim to be though and he’s never hid anything from you. He’s the type where you get what you see, nothing more and nothing less.

In Game Nam-gyu begrudgingly ‘allows’ you to join Team Thanos- he doesn’t hate the idea of a cute thing like you being around all the time, but he hates the idea of weakness. And goddamn do you make him feel weak.

Jealous, jealous man. He hates how Thanos seems to make you swoon and open up more than he’s able to. He hates how you talk to Min-su, that pussy boy getting your attention. Hates how you and Se-mi get along, dumb bitch needs to learn you’re his goddammit. Fuck, even the way you’ll listen to Gyeong-su imitate Thanos’s raps… This is mostly all in his head though. His own insecurities highlight every interaction you have with others. It’s not even like you ignore him! You laugh at his jokes, lean against him when you sit side by side, and talk one-on-one with him.

He’s a bit off putting, to be honest. Especially when it comes to lights out. You can feel him staring at you. He doesn’t do it on purpose, he just wants to make sure you’re okay.

He won’t tell you he loves you before games, he’s not into that pussy shit, but he will squeeze your hand and rest his forehead on yours before shoving you away. He’s more apt to call you his partner in the games than he would be outside the games.

Penetrative sex doesn’t happen in the games, but he does fuck your face in the bathroom when he can. He would love to cover your face in his cum, but there’s no soap in the bathrooms and you outright refuse to go around smelling like that shit.

When Thanos dies, he relies on you more than anything else (except for maybe the pills, but you’re a close second!) He will not let you out of his line of sight, he will want to touch you in some way non-sexually. You’re either going to help him find Se-mi and Min-su or sit your pretty lil ass down and wait for him to return.

He’s damn proud of himself when he does find you again though. He will say every explicit detail of Se-mi’s death, he does offhandedly mention the others he killed but he wants you to praise him or something over Se-mi. He protects you during hide and seek if you’re on the blue team, more or less forcing you to follow close behind him and Myung-gi. He helps secure your kill if you’re on the red team, either going in half for the kill or cornering a blue vest and encouraging you to go for it already.

Post-Game Post-game Nam-gyu is infinitely more likely to claim you as his partner. Not just as a sexual partner, but as a romantic one as well! Being through the games, especially with you specifically, makes him realize he needs to take things- people- that are important to him more seriously.

Now don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not an immediate change by any means, but he does make an actual effort. Granted, that’s not saying much given how he treated people important to him before the games.

He’s more likely to want some sort of sexual release after the games, he needs to be inside of you ASAP. Needs to show you in his own way how special you are to him while also relieving the high stress he feels. He doesn’t try to butter you up with sweet words, he makes it clear what he’s getting at- a way to ‘claim’ you and release himself. He doesn't ask you to ride him, it’s one of the few times he’s content with just missionary. He’d never admit it, but it’s because he wants to establish more of a connection with you.

He moves you into his place, even if it’s shitty and you both have to work together to clean it up to be inhabitable for two people. It takes some time, but it’s well worth it when you guys are able to lounge on the couch together or lay around in bed together.

He’s more upfront with his emotions, even if he feels like some pussy for it. Is he always honest? Of course not, he’s still Nam-gyu, but he’s more likely to tell you what makes him uncomfortable if you interact with another guy instead of just calling you a loose slut or instigating an argument.

He does still argue though, he does still allow himself to fall into old habits like screaming or throwing and breaking things. He’ll clean up his own mess though and try to make it up to you without it being a manipulation tactic to get you to stick around. He actually uses his big boy words and apologizes.

He doesn’t like matching clothes, the idea makes his skin crawl, but he’s not opposed to matching in other ways. Drinking the same drink is his favorite thing to do, it’s subtle but makes him feel powerful haha

He still does drugs, this is Nam-gyu. He’s not gonna force or manipulate you into trying anything if you’re not comfortable with it, but he’ll definitely praise you for giving it go (and maybe even eat you out, something he doesn’t do often.)

He prefers to sleep with your head on his chest, an arm over him, and your feet rubbing gently at his ankle. He’ll kiss your head and mutter out a tired ‘night’. When he’s super tired, he might even confess his feelings. Don’t try to get him to admit to it in the morning, he’s not ready to face that reality yet. All in all, he’s a lot softer- even if for Nam-gyu almost anything would be considered softer. You can actually brag about him! Are the brags extravagant? Not at all, but he’s yours and you’re his, you love each other.

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conelluwrites · 27 days ago

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I LOVE YOUR FANFICS! Can I request Dom Female reader x Sub Gihun with fluff and smut? Thank you :3

Find Somewhere Pure (An Island In The Sky)

Ao3 Requests open!! Words: 2.8k Warnings: Pre-s1, one line of suicidal thoughts, paid sex (this man is unable to be called a prostitute idc), age gap (Gi-hun is 46-47 here, reader is in her mid 20s), cunnilingus, vaginal sex (raw), no creampie, post-sex cuddling Other: I am in your walls to give you a kiss for this anon, I love the idea of subby Gi-hun. I went with a softer dom reader, look at his lil face I could not hurt him even if he begged. If you want a harder dom reader with pre-s2 Gi-hun, just lmk! My very vocal cat refused to leave me alone for a majority of this, does she know??? She did seem to enjoy lounging and watching Squid Game, maybe she's a Gi-hun girlie. I'm gonna nap now lol

Gi-hun has, by all accounts, had a pretty shit day. His mom got onto him, he lost at the tracks, and now his face hurt like hell from those damn loan sharks finding him. His mind was a swarm of shitty, self deprecating thoughts- he’s a shitty son, a shitty father, a shitty human being. The world would be better off without him leaching from it, maybe he should just walk out in front of a damn train and make everyone’s lives easier.

“Sir?” He’s brought from his thoughts by a kind, soothing voice. “Are you okay?” He glances over at her, his brown eyes looking at the young woman in disbelief. She’s younger than him, he’s not sure of her age of course, but surely she can read the room and realize he’s definitely not okay. She looks like she’s in her mid-20s, still able to see the good in the world, he supposes.

“I’m fine,” he lies, his problems are his own. He doesn’t want to vent about his issues to some woman, even if she’s looking at him with those concerned eyes of hers and acting like she could ever understand what’s on his mind. “Don’t worry about me, okay?”

She nods to herself, pulling out her phone and scrolling on it for a bit before looking back over towards him, “are you in need of money? I can help you out. If- if you need it, of course.”

His eyes widen slightly- a young thing like her offering money? It’s not unheard of or really unwelcome, but he’s not in any place to take out another loan regardless of how tempting it is with her sweet voice and pretty eyes. “I can’t take out another loan, sorry.” He scoots away from her just slightly, a physical manifestation of the barrier he’s putting up.

“A loan? Sir, you misunderstand. I’m not asking you to take out a loan, I’m just asking for your company.”

His breath catches in his throat. What? Is this some kind of nightmare turned dream he’s having? Maybe he passed out in the damn train station… “My company?”

“Mhm. Nothing more, nothing less, really. Just let me treat you to something. Let me take all that stress away.” He hates himself for finding her offer tempting, but he doesn’t outright turn her down. He just scoots back into his original position and looks at her to see if there’s any sign of deception in her eyes, to see if any microexpression gives her away as anything but the honest woman he wants her to be. “I promise, no trickery here. I’ll pay you for your time, won’t do anything outside of your comfort zone; I want to take good care of you.”

“You don’t even know my name, if I’m dangerous, if I-”

“If you were dangerous, you wouldn’t hesitate to take me up on my offer.” She interrupts, “as for your name, I figured that would naturally come out, yes?”

A beat of silence. She has him there, if he weren’t such a stand up gentleman, he would have taken advantage of super an opportunity nearly sitting prettily on his lap. Then he nods, his eyes ever so slightly gazing down the rest of her body before back up to her face. She’s cute, too cute for someone like him. “Gi-hun. Seong Gi-hun.”

“Seong Gi-hun, hm?” She taps the side of her head before winking, “guess that’s a name I’ll have to commit to memory.” She then introduces herself, sticking her hand out.

He feels a flicker of a smile on his lips at her finger tapping gesture, “guess I’ll have to commit yours to memory too.” He takes her hand. He feels a bit self conscious as his rougher one grasps her softer one, but he shakes it off. He’s not about to overthink this- this thing that’s happening.

She shakes his hand, a grin beaming up at him. “We have a deal, Mr. Seong. Come on, let’s go back to my place.” She doesn’t release his hand, instead she stands while still holding it. He feels his palms grow sweaty, sure he’s not some virgin who’s never been around a cute girl before but it’s been so long… He swallows almost audibly before standing up and nodding.

“Sure, let’s go.” He curses himself for the slight stutter in his voice, but when she doesn’t bring it up or laugh he feels relief wash through him.

The walk to her place isn’t very long. Gi-hun can’t help but think, though… Giving his company to a young woman for money? She talks about her likes, her dislikes, the fact she was nervous he was gonna turn her down, and how she’s never actually done anything like this before despite how practiced it all felt. He offers some of his own likes and dislikes, trying to not overshare on what exactly would help him relax despite the fact he knows that’s what she wants- or what she claims she wants at least. He also admits he’s never done this either, he’s never even had an opportunity like this before. He feels himself relax more and more, even laughing genuinely as she cracks a joke and nodding in interest when she points over to an alley where she says she’s seen stray cats before- she even says that she’s fed them on occasion.

Her place isn’t very big, it’s a modest little thing though he knows he’s in no position to judge her or even think about her housing arrangement given his own. She unlocks the door, shoos him inside and follows him in before locking the door. There’s a brief moment of fear at the sound cause what’s he gonna do if some guys appear out of nowhere and demand money from him. But when she ends up fidgeting and gesturing over to the open bedroom door, he replaces that fear with something else… Not excitement, not quite.

Her bedroom is comfortable and her bed even more so. Her bedding is already turned down and the curtains are drawn closed. She stands beside him before getting on the bed herself. She sits down, crossing her legs and looking up at him.

“So, Gi-hun,” he loves the way she says his name, “you mentioned that you like being on the bottom? You want me to ride you?”

He feels heat rush to his cheeks and his eyes widen, he looks away from her and then back again. She’s so blunt, he doesn’t hate it. He knows if he were in her position he’d be a mess so her being more straight forward is extremely welcome. Still, to admit that he wants her to ride him is hard so he just gives a single, sharp nod.

“Words, baby. I need to hear it.” Fuck, her voice goes back to that soothing, calm tone that she first used. It sends a hit of arousal straight through him.

“Yes, I want you to ride me.” He confirms verbally, he removes his jacket, putting it on the chair near the desk. “Please…?” He adds, his voice much quieter than when they were talking about his likes before. He’s not uncomfortable in a bad way, no- no… this is uncomfortable in a perfect way.

“Good boy.” She praises, patting the bed next to her. She watches with her bottom lips tucked before her teeth as he joins her. She crawls onto him, wasting no time in getting comfortable. Her shorts ride up her thighs a little, Gi-hun’s eyes immediately dart down to take in the new expanse of skin regardless of how tiny it is. He’s never been called a good boy, not in a space like this, but it’s amazing. He can feel his cock twitch in the confines of his jeans as she settles on his lap. One of her hands rests on his shoulder while the other goes to brush hair from his eyes. “Such a good boy, telling me what you want. What else do you want, hm? Tell me.”

His mouth opens and closes, it’s hard for him to be up front about his desires but the look of care on her face as her hand cups his cheek makes him want to give her exactly what she wants- wants to tell her exactly how he wants to relax. “I want you to ride me, praise me, and comfort me after I come.”

It’s her turn to feel flushed, sure it’s exactly what she expected but to hear it from his lips directed at her makes her feel needy. She’s determined to focus on him rather than herself though, she wants to make him smile. She has no reason to want him so badly, but something about him just called to her. “I’ll do it for you, baby. I’ll ride you until you come hard and then hold you close, all while praising you for being such a perfect man.”

Perfect man. He loves the sound of that even if he knows he’s far from it. “I’ll be your perfect man.” He murmurs, leaning in slightly. He doesn’t want her to feel cornered, doesn’t want her to feel forced to kiss him. But when she mirrors his actions, leaning in until her nose brushes his and their breaths mix, he closes the distance. His chapped, rough lips slant over her softer ones. He suppresses a groan as her fingers slip into his hair, he’s so touch starved that it sets his body on fire to feel her so close to him. Her chest presses against his, her hips give a subtle, testing movement against his lap.

“You’re so good.” She murmurs against his lips, pulling away just enough to speak, “so deserving of this. You deserve to feel good, baby.”

He lets out a small noise before kissing her again, his hands on her waist to hold her close. He slowly pushes his hips upwards, humming when she gasps into the kiss. She has him wrapped around her finger already, he wants to hear that praise more and wants to hear more noises from her. He moves his hand to her hips and starts to push against ehr more urgently.

“You needy, baby? Feelin’ needy for me? Use your words, yeah? Make me know you need me.”

“I need you. Please, I need you.”

“Undress me then.”

His hands immediately slip under her shirt and tug it over her head. His eyes fly over her breasts- fuck she’s perfect. He unclasps her bra and kisses at the skin, tossing the bra over to the corner. She arches so wonderfully, her own hands going to slide his shirt off of him. Down boy, he tells himself to no avail, he’s too excited now. He needs to feel her skin on his, so he holds her close. He buries his face in her neck, kissing right below her ear and pushing himself upwards. “Need you, need you, need you…”

She giggles, running her fingers through his hair and holding him close. “Need you too, baby. I want you to feel so good, feel so good ‘cause of me.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck- he’s cock is so hard for her He moves her from his lap, laying her back and tugging her shorts off with her panties. “Need t’make you feel good, lemme make you feel good. Please, please, need t’make you come for me.”

How can she deny him when he sounds so damn desperate that his words run together. She spreads herself for him, holding her legs open as he dives in greedily. His hips move against the bed as she moans at her taste. His tongue laps at her slick slit, one hand holding her hip while his thumb on his free hand circles her clit. He eats her out with fervor, smiling against ehr heat when she threads fingers through his hair and lets out a mewling call of his name. His cock leaks in his boxers as he grinds against the bedding.

His thumb slides over her clit in tight, quick circles as his tongue delves into her. He could die happy right now, his face buried in her sweet cunt and her fingers pulling him even closer. Her hips buck up against his face, chasing her pleasure.

“That’s it, come f’me.”

“Gi-hun.” She whimpers, “you’re such a good boy, such a good fuckin’ boy for me.”

He groans as her slick coats his tongue as she falls apart on him. So good, so fucking good. He pushes himself closer to her drenched cunt, burying his face even harder against her. “Good, you taste s’good.” He rumbles against her pussy.

When he pulls away, she immediately tugs him up to kiss him deeply while pushing at his pants with her free hand. He gets the hint and pulls his pants down, palming his needy cock through his boxers. “Get on your back.” She says against his lips, pushing him slightly away from her. He pulls off his boxers, grunting as his cock springs free. The cool air of the room makes it twitch, pre-cum beading up. “You’re so perfect, Gi-hun.”

She strokes him slowly, kissing his neck as she moves to straddle him. She rubs his sensitive head against her slick, dripping slit and bites her lip as she sinks down onto his cock. Her walls flutter around him as he hilts within her. Her legs tremble slightly as she starts to move, burying her face in his neck while her hands rest on his chest.

“Feels so good.” He grunts, his hands trembling on his waist as he ruts upwards slightly. “Not gon’ last long, sweetheart.” Every time his balls nestle against her ass, his cock pulses with need. Every pulse of his cock makes her gasp and moan. Fuck, they move in perfect sync with each other.

“Don’t need you too, this is about you. You deserve this.” She whispers, biting softly where his neck connects to his shoulder. The sensation causes him to hold her down on his cock as he pushes up desperately into her. He’s not entirely focused on making her feel good in this moment as he closes in on his orgasm, but the way she’s letting out breathy whines of his name and kissing up his neck makes him feel like he’s doing something well.

“Boutta come, sweetheart, gonna come.” He taps her hips desperately, as much as he would love to spill himself within her, he’s not ready for the commitment that comes with something like that. She gets off of him and strokes his cock, looking deep into his eyes. He grunts, groans, and then his cock pulses out cum. It hits his chest and abdomen before dribbling down her still-moving hand.

He pants heavily when he’s spent, watching her with lidded eyes as she grabs one of their shirts from the grounds. She kisses his cheek and jawline as she cleans up his cooling cum, cooing praises that echoing in his ears just barely audible through the pound of his heartbeat.

“You did so good for me.” She murmurs, tossing the shirt aside once more and lying next to him. “I’m so proud of you, Gi-hun. I’m so proud.”

He hesitates before turning over and resting his head on her bare chest. He puts an arm over her abdomen and tangles their legs together. “Thank you.” “I’ll pay you in the morning, for now I just wanna sleep.” “That’s fine.” A moment of comfortable silence passes between them. “Can we maybe do this again sometime?” He asks, kissing her neck delicately.

“Of course, I’d love that.”

He relaxes against her further, nuzzles under her ear and rubs her side lovingly. He could get real used to something like this. Not that he’s in any type of space to have a relationship- but it’s still something he finds himself wanting. He wants to spend longer with her, he’s thankful she’s not kicking him out or changing up how she’s speaking to him.

“Sleep now, Gi-hun. You deserve it, you deserve this. You deserve to feel good.”

He wants to disagree, wants to tell her that he’s not ready for their time to end yet, but instead he just tilts her face towards him and kisses her softly. It’s not the deep, desperate kiss they had shared earlier, it’s a sweet one. She kisses him back, cupping his cheek and holding him close.

“In the morning I'll fix you some breakfast and we can talk prices, but for now just rest.”

“I…” He swallows, “I don’t want this to end.”

“I know, sweet thing, but just rest.”

He doesn’t have it in him to fight much longer, not when her fingers start to comb through his hair and she hums some song he doesn’t know the real lyrics of.

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