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A New Start

This is Part 1 of my Nam-Gyu series! There’s no smut here, but there definitely will be in the next part which i’ll write right after I upload this!

Relationship: Nam-Gyu/F!Reader

Characters: Nam-Gyu, Choi Su-Bong (Thanos), Kang Mi-Na

Tags: Drug usage, peer pressure, slight sexual talk, club setting

Summary: You start your new job at the club Pentagon and meet Nam-Gyu, who may encourage you to be a little more outgoing than you thought..

No, I didn’t proofread..

Your phone rang loudly, echoing throughout the dimness of your apartment’s bedroom. You groggily awake, hair stuck to the side of your face from the drool of your deep slumber. You struggle to grab your phone, your skinny, long fingers reaching out to grab it. You lazily go to grab it from your nightstand, but you knocked it off instead. You groan loudly as you now stretch your torso from your bed, reaching with all your might to grab it as it’s still ringing so obnoxiously. You finally press the green circle, accepting the call as you raise it to your ear, resting your back against the headboard. “Hello, this is she..” You answer before a man’s voice on the other side of the phone speaks back to you.

You were confused as to why a man was speaking, until he formed his words together and everything came together like a string cinching. “Hello, this is one of the owner’s of Club Pentagon calling to inform you of your interview in one hour for the drink runner position. You’re still available to show up for that, correct?” The deep, husky voice spoke. Your eyes widened. That was today?? How could you be so foolish, letting such an important interview slip from you. Sure, it was just a drink runner, but this could get you higher up in the club in the future. You realized you had zoned out. “Hello..? Miss?” the voice practically slapped you back into reality before you stumbled over your words. “I- um- ye- YES! Sorry-” you clap your hand over your face as if he could see you. You clear your throat. “Yes, I will be there for my interview.” you kindly spoke. “Alright, we will see you then. Please dress like our drink runners for us to get a better visualization to see if you’re fit for the position.” The male voice said before hanging up.

You were confused, but you figured it would make sense anyway.. You weren’t in the position to put out any lip about this job. You already lived in a small apartment and lived off of convenience store food. Hopefully this at least let you eat a little more lavishly. It was currently summer, so bright colors were popular in Korea currently. Perfect. The drink runners at club pentagon were commonly girls who wore a flashy uniform consisting of a cropped tank top with the club logo and a sparkly skirt with heels. Essentially, you would just be there to look pretty and deliver drinks to club members. You opened your closet, grabbing a purple shimmery mini skirt and a white halter top from your closet, pairing it with a pair of white strappy heels. After you fixed your hair and makeup, it was out you go. You sweetly waved goodbye to your cat, periwinkle.

You made your way out onto the sidewalk, deciding to just walk the 2 blocks away the club was. You lived close, it was convenient. This opportunity was far too good to turn away. Sooner than later, you were rounding the corner to the club, thinking it was unusual there was no line outside of the club. You remembered it was out of club hours before sucking in a breath nervously as you knocked on the doors. A taller man with jaw-line length hair and almond shaped black eyes pushed the door open, his eyes freezing on you for a second before he spoke. “Ah- we’re closed, ma’am.” He said promptly. You spoke before he could close the door “I’m here for an interview, actually.” You spoke as a look of realization washed down his face as he laughed to himself. “Right, right.. Follow me, i’ll be doing your interview.” He spoke as he held the door for you to follow him, and you did. The club lights were on, you’ve never seen it like this.. Empty, no music, no neon flashing lights. Huh. odd. But, it was day afterall.

The man held a door open, into one of the VIP rooms. It was nicely furnished, a leather couch, a table in the center of the couch with drink holders. A TV for karaoke or movies, even what looked to be a place for drugs.. Huh. The man motioned for you to sit on the couch, and you obeyed. You sat down, the cold leather against your ass since your skirt barely left anything to the imagination. He sat beside you as you awkwardly waited for him to begin. After a minute, he cleared his throat. “I’m Nam-Gyu, a promoter here at club pentagon. I’m just gonna ask you a couple questions, y’know, that kinda bullshit.” He said with a laugh before he noticed he got a small laugh from you. He then thought for a second. “You wanna be a drink runner? You know how ta’ carry a tray without spillin’ it all over yourself?” He asked sarcastically, which you didn’t pick up on. You slowly nodded slightly. He stared at you for a second before a laugh shoved its way out of his system and your cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, did I answer your question wrong?” you asked, confused as you tilted your head. Nam-Gyu slammed his fist on the table in laughter, which startled you before he regained composure. “No, no you didn’t. It’s just the fact you’re takin’ the position of DRINK RUNNER so serious!” He exclaimed as if this were crazy.

You stared at him with your brows knitted together before you spoke. “I thought job interviews were serious.. No matter what you’ve applied fo-” you got out before Nam-Gyu cut you off. He shook his head as he hushed you. “Look, angel face, you get paid to bring club goers their drinks while wearing a skimpy ass outfit. The only reason I brought you in for this interview was to make sure you were attractive enough for this position, which you clearly are.” He said as he looked you up and down with a bit of a smirk. You sighed in relief. “So do I have the job?” you asked, oh so innocently. It turned Nam-Gyu on a bit more than he’d like to admit. Was he only hiring you for your innocence and pretty looks? Sure! But you needed this job. Nam-Gyu nodded as he stood up. “You do in fact have the job. Thought that was obvious..” he muttered that last part and before you had a chance to bark back he kept speaking “Follow me and we’ll figure out what uniform fits you best.” He said with a wink. Wow, was he being a perv towards you?? And did you like it?? Good grief. You swallowed your pride as you got up to follow him. He brought you to a room in the back, behind the bar as he opened the door to reveal the dressing room for the drink runners. You looked at him, confused. “The drink runners have their own dressing room here so they don’t have to go in public dressed so revealing.” He said with a shrug as he sat on one of the stools and shoved a box of uniforms toward you. “Pick your size.”

You looked down at the box as you crouched down to dig through it, your hands getting covered in glitter from the skirts. You picked up a size medium in the silver skirt and a white cropped tube top with the club logo displayed on the front. You smiled at it as you now finally had a job. You turned to look back at Nam-Gyu, your long hair falling over your shoulder. “This one will do!” You said with a smile as you stood back up and grabbed your tote bag from the ground. Nam-Gyu nodded in approval. “Looks like it’ll fit.. We open in an hour or two, so if you’d like to stay here that would be fine since your hair and makeup is done appropriately.” You thought for a second on if you wanted to head home for a bit or stay here and prep.. You decided to stay so you could get a better mental map of the club. “I think i’ll stay here just to get a better feel of the club.” You responded with a slight smile as Nam-Gyu nodded. “Alright, go ahead and get changed then meet me by the bar and i’ll train you a bit.” he said, smirking and looking you up and down before he walked back out.

After you had changed into your unforgivingly short skirt and white tube top with your strappy heels, you touched up your hair and makeup with what was in the drink runner’s room before you walked back out to see Nam-Gyu spraying down the bar’s counter. He cleared his throat as he saw you, nearly choking on air. “You’ll definitely be getting good tips tonight..!” He said with a dry voice. You laughed as you were flattered. You went and stood beside him, hand on the counter as he grimaced slightly since he had just cleaned it. “So, what’s this training i’ll be doing?” you asked. He put the cleaner away before looking at you and smirking and pulling out a baggie of pills. You stared at him, confused. “You take one of these bad boys n’ serve drinks to the lovely paying customers.” He said as he put one in his mouth, then offering one to you. You hesitantly took it from his hands. “What will this do?” You asked before he scoffed. “What? These shifts can get fuckin’ stressful, you’ll see soon. Just take it. Won’t kill ya.” He said judgmentally, as if you were some prude. You sighed and decided to take a risk for once in your life. You reminded yourself how badly you needed to keep this job. You took the pill, tossing your head back to swallow it. Nam-Gyu watched you in some sick admiration as he slowly smiled. “Atta girl. Thanos is gonna be here tonight, so if you serve him, you better put on your best fuckin’ act for him. He pays this club good.. Brings in some good fuckin’ drugs too.” Nam-Gyu said as he cocked his head back to the baggie he pulled those pills from.

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You were deep into your shift currently, it was 4 AM and you got off at 6 AM. You had been working since 10 PM. Nam-Gyu was right, this shit was stressful. The purple lights of the club flashed over head, making things look neon until the lights changed to a different color. Music boomed loudly over the speakers, you swore these songs would be engraved into your brain. The other drink runners stopped to greet you every now and then before running to deliver another round of shots. You were currently weaving between club goers, drink tray high in the air. You swayed your hips as you delivered them to the table, winking at the two men who ordered them. “Are you sure you two are old enough to drink?! You don’t look a day over 19!” You flirted with the two obviously older men. They laughed, and tipped you nicely. You shoved the money in your shirt before turning to go see what else you could do.

That’s when you stopped in your tracks as you watched Nam-Gyu with 2 of the club’s dancers all up on him. You scoffed as one of your fellow drink runners, Kang Mi-Na, stood by you and noticed your disbelief. “Anything anyone says to you is just for show. Especially him of all people.” She laughed before wiping white powder from under her nose and strutting away. You rolled your eyes as you figured it was just the drugs messing with her. Maybe you needed to do a line too. To get through these next 2 hours of your shift. Right as you went to walk away, Nam-Gyu yelled your name. “Hey! Y/N! Come over here! Take your break!!” he called out. Of course, you listened. You hurried over to the round booth he was sitting in with a few dancers, Thanos, and one of the other promoters. “Thanos brought some good shit. Get a line of this shit!” He said, shoving the card they used to cut lines and the baggie. You looked at it, intimidated. Thanos’ laughter rang out before he pat Nam-Gyu on the back harshly. “Thought you said the new girl would wanna do this shit!” Nam-Gyu looked at you with a demanding look in his eyes. “Yeah, she will do it.. She just needs a lil push.” He said, grinning before scooting to be beside you as he wrapped his arm around you waist, fingers digging into your side as he whispered into your ear. “Take the fuckin’ line and be a good girl f’me. Kay?” He said before he pulled away, leaning back. You nodded before getting on your knees in front of the table, rolling the dollar up then cutting your lines. You glanced back at Nam-Gyu, who was watching you with a grin. Like it was a show. You really weren’t doing this against your will.. Your shift was lowkey stressing you. You shut your eyes before sniffing the line quickly. Your nostril burned. It burned like hell as your eyes watered. You sat back beside nam-gyu, holding your nose as you rocked back and forth. He pulled you into his lap, in his high state. “Poor girl.. That was your second drug today, huh? Look at you, all your innocence is gonna be gone before you know it!” He exclaimed with a laugh.

He was definitely right. You wanted to be more outgoing.. And he encouraged it a bit too much maybe. Two hours went by, sitting in the round booth with Nam-Gyu and Thanos. Your shift ended early since you received your tip goal for the night. You eventually perked up from the fat line they pressured you to do. You ended up doing a few more that night, Nam-Gyu patting you roughly on the back each time. Soon, though, the night had to come to an end as 6 AM hit. Thanos was gone, and so were all the club goers. Clean up time was over.

You stood in the dressing room once more, changing back into what you arrived in, which wasn’t much different than your uniform. You noticed your makeup smudged and your hair a hot mess. You groaned, your body hurting from all the walking in those heels and whatever the hell you did during your cocaine high. You trudged out from the dressing room with your bag lazily slung over your shoulder as you collected your tips and clocked out. “Hey! You handled that shift like a fuckin’ champ tonight! You’ll fit right in just fine at the pentagon.” Nam-Gyu called out to you. You gave him a weak smile as you nodded. “I’m headed home.. Not used to being up this late.. Or early.. Whatever.” You spoke tiredly as you pushed the door to the club open, the sun just beginning to rise. You inhaled the nice, fresh air into your nostrils. It was a nice change from the thick atmosphere of the club. You began your walk home, thinking how nice a nap would feel. Nam-Gyu locked the club doors as he was leaving before he ran to catch up with you.

You gave him an odd look, raising an eyebrow. “May I help you? Gonna make me do another line?” you asked, sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. Nam-Gyu, however, found that hilarious. He laughed hard. “You gotta get used to that shit.. My apartment is this way. Not trying to follow you.. But if you would like, you could come over for a few hours and i’ll make kimchi jjigae with bulgogi and rice on the side.. I’ve been told i’m a good cook.” He offered, but since he was a higher up than you, and older than you, you kinda had to accept. You sighed softly before agreeing. “Alright.. Just for a few hours though. My cat is probably getting very lonely without me.” You said with a small laugh, remembering how you hadn’t had a job for a few months now. Nam-Gyu knew you couldn’t decline his offer since after all, he was higher up than you. It pleased him to know you didn’t try to fight against his offer. It’s not like he would’ve taken no for an answer.

Nam-Gyu was attracted to your angelic, cherub like face and your innocent demeanor he seemed to be ripping from you ever so slightly. Did he want a relationship with you? No. He purely just wanted to strip you of your pure little thoughts and turn you into someone like himself, whereas you thought he just wanted a friendship. Nam-Gyu watched you walking beside him, a glint in his eye like he had an idea. You carried yourself nicely, like any sweetheart would. Your hair was shiny and full, even after all the hairspray breaks you had taken during your shift. Nam-Gyu truly thought you were as pure as an angel. The way you looked over at him while you spoke, gazing through your thick, long eyelashes. It drove him crazy! Soon enough, you two arrived at his apartment… which happened to be one floor below yours. Great. You thought Nam-Gyu was nice.. But you felt a layer of suspicion to him as well. You watched his ringed fingers jumble with his keys as he inserted the house key into his lock, twisting and opening the door.

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Hi loves! I wanted to share that i’m currently working on a Nam-Gyu series! Pre-Games, because writing it inside of the games can get old. What are some little things you may want me to incorperate? :) It’s Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

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“Isn’t it past your curfew?” (Salesman x reader)

Summary: What happens when you run into your father’s dark suited friend after dark? You get in trouble of course.

Contains: [deep breath]-> snacks and drinks because this one is LONGER, drinking, clubbing, panicking, choking, mouth spitting, everything IS consensual but it’s rough so, rough sex, spanking, kissing, pussy spanking, dacriphyllia, multiple orgasms, squirting, you suffer from ptw, that’s pvssy too wet, seriously, dom/sub dynamics, he’s still gross and fucked up, possessiveness, degradation, praise, he’s still mean :(((, manhandling, thigh riding, kinda in public for the first half, car sex, hair pulling, squirting, unprotected sex, one all expenses paid trip to poundtown, and cursing. There’s so much I probably forgot something but y’all get the gist.

A/N- enjoy the official second installment of the dad’sfriend au! ;)

Kisses for all starting with~ @dorayakissu @jae-mie @lcvsanaa @love2fangirl @jusferisnothere @dilfismz @mybahama @trentknd @reka13 @511rkive @gr-red

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The second time you and your father’s new friend meet, it’s not at all in the setting you thought it’d be.

No, awfully enough you’re mid-spin- throwing your ass in a club near the shadier part of the city, out way past your dads rules in a tight dress- cute manicured toes peeking out your heels; makeup laden eyes widening as you make eye contact with the same gorgeous man who wore you out almost 3 weeks ago. Leaving you with a card and legs that remained shaky for the next 2 days.

The morning after was a trip and you won’t even touch how you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face, smiling even as you went to pee; the stinging a pleasant reminder of the whole ordeal. And, true to your word, you indeed have been nicer to your dad. Kissing him on the cheek with a light “be back later dad, I love you”, whenever he was home and you were leaving just like you did when you were six and his happy smile was just the same. You also put a limit on the smart little quips where you could but not so much that it was obvious you had gotten a full body attitude adjustment.

You’d been so good.

Little did you know, he’d heard as much. Smirking inwardly like there was some in-joke whenever your father would be cheerier than normal sometimes on his early commute- telling him how you made breakfast, kissing him on the cheek with a sweet ‘bye daddy’ before you left for your day or how you were less snippy- instead you were pleasant. So now imagine his surprise seeing his friend’s perfectly pleasant young daughter in one of his clubs that you didn’t even know was his, in a snug dress so short that whenever you moved you were threatening to flash someone. The skimpy little thing didn’t even have a back.

He knows the exact moment you see him see you because the way your heart falls to your ass is written all over your face and it makes him grin even wider.

When he moves, his stride is perfect. Long limbs weaving seamlessly through the sea of bodies as he deliberately walks past you.

You who is internally panicking.

“Mmm he get to strokin’, ooh how I love when he chokin’ me! Bitch I’m a boss! I do what I want-!” Your friends yell the lyrics drunkenly as they move their ass against you and you wince, suddenly hyper aware of who’s watching. Even though you had been drinking, you weren’t drunk but that didn’t change the fact that you weren’t supposed to be here and now there was a witness who knew the reason why your fast ass wasn’t supposed to be here and could very well snitch to said reason.

You shout some nonsense excuse to your friends to where you’re going and they nod back before going back to partying. If they were less plastered you know they’d question you and insist on coming with so you thank your lucky stars they’re not because the last thing they needed to see was you getting slut out by a man twice your age while attempting to do damage control. Spinning on your heel you walk the same path he did but less gracefully as you try not to stumble in your heels or topple over anyone. Your heart beat is almost louder than the music as you look for the dark suited man and the further you walk the more intense it feels; flashbacks of devilish hands and a nasty mouth cloud your mind and you swallow harshly, willing away that heat with a shaky inhale before it can burn you.

Just as you turn, you’re yanked into a corner- the sound of your shriek swallowed by the music.

“Well if it isn’t daddy’s good. little. girl. Shouldn’t it be past your curfew?”

Fuck. His voice is just as deep as you remember and the name makes a shiver crawl up your spine, a familiar tingle settling in your cunt. Still, you refuse to give him the satisfaction, taunting him with your smart mouth even though he can see your (now hard) nipples poking through the colorful toss of glitter you called a dress.

“Shouldn’t you be in a bingo hall n’some retirement center near the exit of my damn business?” Fuck x2. Alcohol loosens your tongue something terrible on a good night so now the same alcohol coupled with adrenaline has you completely reckless- delayed sense of self preservation only loading at 34 percent. The looming realization of your fuck up comes in the form of a smile so wide that it creases his eyes as he begins to laugh. And laugh. And laugh until you’re giggling nervously too. It’s awkward sounding compared to the low timbre of his rich sounding one. You shuffle once and that’s as far as you go before his hand snaps around your throat; cutting off your oxygen, strong hold fastening as he gives a good squeeze, forcing you harder against the wall.

His grip is tight off the bat and just like last time you can’t keep your hand from flying up and gripping his hard forearm the same way you can’t help yourself from getting wet as blood rushes through your ears. He’s looking down at you like you’re nothing more than a thing- his little thing- as he watches you with a dark smile.

“Cute. And here I thought we fixed that smart ass mouth of yours.” He sneers in your face and you nod desperately because he really did fix it, you were just tipsy. You know for a fact that you can’t withstand another one of his attitude adjustments- especially somewhere so public- standing in uncomfortable shoes. Ignoring your pleading look completely, he slides his knee between your plush thighs, wedging it right up into your clit through your soaked panties, loosening his hold for his next trick.

“Let’s try again, okay princess?” The petname falls from his lips with the same condescension as all his other words but it doesn’t sound any less heavenly and you whine- blinking at him prettily through your lashes.

“..yes sir…”, The way you submit has his eyes fluttering shut for a second and the feeling that rolls through him is dangerous.

He truly is a sick man. He could ruin you beyond repair if he wasn’t careful.

“Why are you doing out so late in a place like this? Dressed like that too.”

“It’s the end of finals for the semester, m-me and the girls just wanted to have a little fun..” you sound so timid, like a brat caught drawing on the wall and he cooes at you.

“And the outfit?” You flush as you feel just how little you’re wearing- though the last time he saw you, you were wearing nothing at all. Even your face had been bare which was a hard contrast to now with your hair messy from dancing but lovely still, smokey eyeshadow that had flecks of glitter and pouty lips pretty and glossed. Bristling, you ask,

“What’s wrong with it?” There’s an undercurrent of more tone than he likes but he feels generous enough at the picture you paint not to make you pay for it as he smiles indulgently at you, raising a brow as he shakes his head.

“I suppose nothing besides the fact I almost missed it even when looking straight at you. Good thing it’s not any tighter or it’d be invisible.” He grinds his knee up into your pussy, catching you off guard with the sudden shockwaves of pleasure you’re subjected to at the expense of his taunting. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you for a second as you undulate your hips against his thigh in those messy circles you like so much, choked moans breaking through your every gasp.

You’re so lightheaded.

Nerves ultra sensitive from the lack of air and tequila buzz as you bite your lip, bringing your hands to your chest, pulling your bra and dress down to let your breasts spill out; pulling and tweaking the hard nubs shamelessly as you do. What was it about him that made you act this way?

You feel so good, you don’t even care to find the answer. Bathing in the heat of his stare, you rock your wet cunt back and forth over the hardness of his thigh, the fabric of his pants giving the most delicious friction against your throbbing clit. His brows furrow in arousal as he watches you fuck yourself on his leg, moaning like every bit of the slut you looked like with his hand around your throat. But you would get much louder than this- that he knew from experience.

Your attention gets bought back to the man you’re minutes away from coming on when his other hand wraps itself in your hair and pulls. It’s intense. White-hot pleasure that comes with the burning sting as you cry out, hips jerking as your legs shake at how close you are. He pulls again, moving your head farther back, exposing your neck as he licks a fat, wet stripe up the sensitive, sweat slick skin all the way to your mouth and you can’t stop moving your hips as your eyes roll back- heart racing from how much you’re feeling, soaked hole clenching around nothing. His voice clears some of the fog about to take you but his words cause the shame this time.

“Does your father know you’re here?” You pinch your lips together in embarrassment, because no- he didn’t know. You told him you’d be back before the set time but here you were almost 2 hours past. He jerks his thigh against your center harshly, cutting off your wail with a tight hand and you swear you see lights.

“Answer me, coherently. I want to hear those big girl words.” Fuck.

It’d be a lie to say you wish he wasn’t so mean. It was part of his charm, the edge that made him that more interesting and irresistible. You swallow as best you can, sniffling wetly through the water that’s already gathering in your eyes and the sight and sound make him so feral that he’s ready to take you on the floor, fucking you stupid on the glittering black marble.

“N-no..my dad doesn’t know-“, the faux shock on his face shifts into contemplation and you can not have that as you rush the words out,

“And you can’t tell him! Please! He’ll flip if he finds out..” He wasn’t a snitch but you didn’t know that, begging sweetly for him not to rat you out- even holding off your orgasm just for him and he’s filled with that same sick rush as before. You were so delectable. So sweet, so wet- your teary doe eyes too- and so pliant beneath him.

He shuts you up by bringing his face close to yours, smelling the flavor of your lip gloss while enjoying the suddenly shy look on your pretty face at him studying you so closely as he whispers,

“Open your mouth.”

Huh? He’s close enough to kiss you so is that it? Your heart threatens to give out at the thought of him kissing you. Kissing is so…intimate. So is sex but there’s something about both your eyes being closed as you lean in, trusting one to guide the other. Especially since you still hardly knew each other…

Would you like to know him?

You ignore the tear between your gut instincts and your feelings and open your mouth. The pleased hum he rewards you with makes you keen but as the hand around your windpipe tightens and your heart stops as you feel plush lips drag across your cheek…. Right before a warm wad of saliva hits the your tongue, sliding down the back of your throat. Did he just-

You swallow on instinct and only then does he kiss you on the mouth. It’s short but demanding and so, so good- your eyes fluttering shut, hips returning to their motions with more urgency than before as he absolutely devours your mouth, licking into it like he’s trying to find traces of him; pulling away with a mean suck of your bottom lip and you gasp wetly.

“Good girl.”

You bite your lip and the water that was already gathering in your eyes spills over, panting as you try not to be swept away by the consuming waves of crushing bliss but you can’t stop your fucking self from grinding your clit against his leg, humping it with pathetically watery sobs.

He knows you’re close, that familiar pained expression on your flushed face but instead of putting you out of your misery; he decides to- “Ah ah. No-“, but it’s too late and he knew that full well before he even started. He was already planning on you disobeying, that way your punishment would be that much more…satisfying.

He watches with lidded eyes as your orgasm rips through you, grabbing his wrist for stability, hips twitching out of their messy rhythm and you wail; coming so hard it hurts. The torrent of euphoria submerges you for what will go down as the longest minutes of your life and when you come down, you’re distantly grateful for his hand because you wouldn’t be able to hold your head up otherwise.

The spot beneath your pulsating cunt is wet and he leans his head back with a pleased sigh. He was going to fuck you up in the best ways. Your makeup is messier now thanks to your tears as you sniffle weakly, trying to catch your breath and he has to hold himself back from sliding your dazed self onto the ground and-

“Sorry…m’sor- I couldn’t hold it..”, you slur out as he moves his thigh, making you stand on wobbly legs; still lightheaded from your high. Mentally, he goes through all the things he can put your soft body through as he fixes your dress, pulling what little there is of it- down as he decides what to do with you.

“It’s ok. You’ll make it up to me.” He smiles at the way you nod almost dumbly, holding your hand- ready to take you with him before looking you over, eyes searching for something.

“Where’s your phone?”

You groan because the answer was embarrassing but one you were sure he’d get off on. Shifting uncomfortably, you mumble out; “it’s in the waistband…” Oh? His night just keeps getting more and more interesting. Your face warms more as his voice takes on a mocking sort of condescending.

“Waistband of what?” Your embarrassment is as sweet as you are and he barely holds back his smirk.

“…my thong.”

It’s a good thing you’re not looking at him because the dark glint on his face would’ve sent you running for the hills. Moving closer, he takes his time running his hand down your side, making your breath hitch as he runs it smoothly into the side where your dress cuts to open back, feeling around near your hips where the soft skin gives to the pressure of fabric until he feels your phone- pulling it out.

He really needed to stop touching you so casually. It wasn’t good for your sanity. But, he doesn’t care as he squeezes your hand, making you focus up again.

“What’s your password?” You narrow your eyes but tell him anyway because you know if you don’t, he’ll make you. You wait anxiously as you watch him scroll for a bit before pressing something and typing some more before he locks it, sliding it into his suit pocket as he pulls you along with him.

“What-”

“Now your friends won’t come looking for you.” Your heart thumps, pumping heat through your veins at the many implications of his statement. He guides you down through the back corridor of the club and you notice the farther you get, the softer the music is until it’s quiet and your looking at a neon purple door before being pulled out of the building into the cool night air, walking towards a large, dark fancy car parked across from it.

He never breaks his stride as he walks you toward it, letting go of your hand to open the backseat door, turning to you with dark eyes and a grin softer than anything he’s going to do to you tonight.

“Get in.”

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He doesn’t take you home.

Instead, your snatched into the open space of the back and he’s right behind you; slamming the door as he kneels behind you, grabbing you by the scruff of your neck, he manhandles you chest down to the leather seat, cheek flush against the cool surface with your ass up. There’s a deep groan that shakes you to your core as he drinks in your form with greedy eyes. You looked so appetizing that he’s tempted to keep you even after he’s done with you. Smooth ass up in the air, back arched nice and pretty for him, legs open as one balances on the seat and the other on the floor giving him a clear view of your wet pussy- their swollen lips being outlined by the scrap of wet fabric barely covering them.

The backseat of his car is plenty big enough but because of his height, he still has to maneuver a bit, taking off his suit jacket he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt before winding his hand back.

Your nerves are already on high alert, panting as you hear the rustling of his clothes then nothing. The concept of relaxing your body doesn’t even fully make it to your mind when a heavy slap has fire blooming across your ass and you choke.

The initial pain is just a prelude though as you hear a low laugh and your thong is ripped clean off you before more spanks rain down on your asscheeks. Each hit is hard, making the sensitive skin tint as it recoils from the strength behind the burning hits. You end up coughing, trying to gasp but it ends in a desperate sob as the sting begins to warm and the sting of his palm leaves shockwaves of pleasure that fester in your lower body, making your cunt pulse as he watches slick ooze from your tight hole, pupils blown.

“I know exactly what to do with you.”

You hear him but you don’t get to respond, eyes fluttering back in complete bliss as you’re suddenly stuffed with 3 of his perfectly thick fingers. All three immediately curl up like they’re trying to poke your bellybutton before thrusting in and out, brushing his thumb against your clit after every nasty squelch. Each mean swipe of his fingers sends you closer to oblivion as you feel yourself start to drift. You fog up his windows with your moans, lipgloss smeared against his seat but it’s all pointless because you’re going to cum. And when you cum, it’s gonna be your ass because you can’t catch your breath enough to ask him coherently if you were allowed to.

The fingers inside you curl completely, grinding against that sweet bundle of nerves inside you and your inner thighs spasm as you wail- hiccuping loudly, you cry in pleasure when the dam breaks and oh god you’re coming.

Your eyes snap shut as you try not to pass out from all the sensations. It’s like you’ve been dunked in lava- your orgasm blazing as it consumes you. You don’t even scream anymore, just crying and whining as you shake; cunt spasming from trying to withstand the waves. You usually never cum so hard and you worry that if this becomes a daily thing it’ll shorten your lifespan.

It’s cute. Watching you struggle not to be overwhelmed by him. You don’t even hear him unzip his pants, fat cock bobbing as it beads with precum, cooing as a certain realization finally creeps up on you. That his fingers were still fucking into your tight snatch, grinding away at your g-spot.

“Since you couldn’t stop yourself from coming…”

Oh no. Nononononono-

“I don’t want you to stop coming.” The broken sob that reaches his ears has a thick shiver of arousal run through him as wretches his hand out of your hole only to smack heavy wet spanks onto your erect clit.

Your heart stops and a few seconds later you can’t hear or see either as you cum for the third time that night, mouth dropping open in a silent scream as you squirt all over him and his luxury car, drool spilling into the space under your cheek. It’s almost miserable as your arch deepens, body trembling until consciousness returns to you in a flood of lights and you go boneless.

Even in the mess he’s made of you, he likes this look much better than the polished party princess from earlier. You looked pretty before but now your fucked out form looked good enough to eat, punched out gasps leaving your chest. Taking his fingers out, he clean your cum off them, eyes fluttering at the taste as he runs his other hand up and down your back, settling on the arch when he feels your shaky hand reach back to grip his thigh.

“G’nna fuck me now?” Oh, poor thing. He was going to fuck you stupid. Too bad you sounded so dazed when the fun was just getting started. Grabbing his cock with the hand that was covered in you, he slides it between your folds, groaning at the hot slick, moving back and forth- fat head bumping your clit.

“Yeah, baby. ‘M gonna fuck you but”, he pulls your head back by your hair, the burn brings you out of your haze a bit and you hum to let him know you’re listening,

“You better not pass out. Understand?” You bite your lip, moaning from your throat as you wiggle your hips, feeling the weight of his cock against your hole but not sliding in until you agree.

“Mhm, yes sir-” He cuts you off with a snap of his hips, thrusting into your sopping heat with chest thick groan, hissing through his teeth- tingles buzzing through him. You were still so wet and tight, pussy almost choking his length as he set to thrusting right away; fat cock battering your insides.

The stretch hurt. But it hurt so good and you find that you missed being stuffed so full, crying out with the grip on your hair tightening while he fucked you like he paid for you. Broken wails spill from your throat at the harsh way he pounds them out of you, front snapping against your ass. Watching the bounce with hungry eyes, veins on his forearms popping out from every time he pulled- eventually burying his hand deeper- holding you down as he goes harder, hips snapping nice ‘n deep against yours and you scream in bliss.

You felt so fucked up because even though you were so sensitive that it bordered on painful you can’t keep yourself from whining for more. He was just as fucked up though. Apparently being a facilitator of murder wasn’t enough, now he was fucking his friend’s daughter- that he was much older than- senseless at almost 2 in the morning but you looked damn good while he did.

Messy hair and tear streaked makeup, bite swollen lips with your pretty little dress yanked up, dark handprints bruised all over your ass while you got railed with your ass up. Yeah. If you were fucked up for this then it was fine; he was beyond fucked up too.

Slick runs down the inside of your thighs and you groan, muscles spasming as you feel your impending orgasm get closer, bleating screams rising in pitch when you feel him grind filthily at the gooey bundle of nerves inside you and you don’t have the presence of mind to be embarrassed at the way your cunt leaks like a ruptured faucet, ruining his pants again.

His rakes his fingers firmly through your scalp and the sound that comes from you is nothing short of pathetic- making his smirk positively wolffish when he leans down close; licking a wet stripe from your cheek to your ear. It’s primal and he revels in your shudder, voice rasp with heady arousal as he purrs out,

“Cum. Squirt yourself to a headache f’me, princess. You earned it.”

You’re sure that in the moments that follow, you pass away. Unlike your previous orgasms that only ripped through you, this one rips you apart and it’s devastating. Chest burning, you black out. Molten hot euphoria makes every synapse inside of you sizzle until your nerves light off as liquid shoots from your cunt that’s tightened around his fat cock like a vice; milking him in the wake of your bliss. His own eyes roll back as he fucks you through both of your highs, cursing at the mind numbing pleasure.

He turns you over without pulling out, hissing at your wrecked appearance before leaning down to catch you in a deep kiss, moving your head with the force as your lips smack against each other. You jerk when you feel him tongue along the inseam of your cheek before he pulls away with a short gasp, pulling out with a sigh. Letting you watch him as he fixes his pants but leaves his hair, leaving the strands that had fallen in his face when he was inside you.

You sigh at the relief of pressure finally off your back, leaning into his touch when he moves to grasp your chin. All he has to do is raise an eyebrow for you to get it, making his chest roll in satisfaction.

“Thank you for making me cum, sir.” Your voice is still scratchy from the work he put your vocal cords through and he huffs out a breath, smiling gracefully down at you.

“Of course, baby.” The petname brings another surge of heat to your face as you look away from him. You’re cute. How you’re shy after everything you’ve done together. He moves his hand and shuffles back, long arm reaching behind him to open the door and you slam your legs shut, which did nothing since your little dress never covered a damn thing even when it was pulled down.

Getting out, he swipes his suit jacket off the back of a seat, dropping it over your near naked form with a chuckle before closing the door as he walks through the night air to the drivers side, starting his car the second he gets in before he listens to the thoughts telling him to just take you.

“…soooo- what now?” You ask shyly because you’re still unsure about whatever dynamic you two had; even though it was very fun, there was still the age gap and the fact that he was buddies with your dad. The soreness was already starting to set in and you’re tired.

“We are going to a store- so you can clean up and get something that actually functions as clothing before I take you home.” Huh?

“You’re not gonna tell?” The confusion in your voice makes him laugh as he flicks his eyes up at you through the mirror.

“No. I got something out of it too, remember?” You hear the teasing in his voice and it makes you jittery, nodding in response as he speeds up. He honestly had no business looking that sexy while driving, pouting until his voice breaks you out of your reverie; his next words send your heart racing.

“I’ll keep your secrets if you keep being a good little thing. Deal?”

You’re silent as you mull it over. You already have secrets so what’s one more? Biting your lip, you think of just how much fun this could be. A little series (😉) of rendezvous with a forbidden man. Your dad never had know.

And since you know he’ll never tell….

“Deal.”

He smiles, dark eyes brimming with something unsettling. He couldn’t wait to turn you out.

You still had no idea who he was and for your sake, he hopes on your behalf that it stays that way.

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can I request a thanos x reader angst where the reader almost dies in mingle when she gets pushed out by another player, and Thanos thinks she’s dead but finds her after? (dating please!)

i’m sooo sorry, I didn’t see the dating part until after I wrote this and if I rewrite it just won’t be enjoyable.. but it’s kinda romantic???

I’ll run away with you.

Relationship: Thanos/F!Reader

Tags: Implied death, blood, drug usage, they r lowkey crushing on eachother hehe, they knew eachother before squid games.

No, I didn’t spell check this,,,

You and Thanos had gone into these games together, not knowingly though. Actually, you were familiar with him and Nam-Gyu. You worked in the club that Nam-Gyu promoted and Thanos frequently visited. You were just a simple drink runner, though. Just looking for tips. That’s how you met Thanos, becoming good friends after awhile. You had hung at his place after hours many times, and maybe things got a little more touchy than friends would typically get.. But you never spoke about it afterwards. Just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. But the average person knew friends didn’t look at each other the way he looked at you when you weren’t paying attention. To your surprise, the club guests stopped tipping you when they noticed you being around Thanos too much.. It’s not like he could help you either, he was suffering his own debt as you fell into yours.

That’s how you ended up here, 5 minutes until the next game would start and you swallowed dryly, sitting on the edge of your bunk. Your back warm with anxiety. Thanos came, sitting by you as he was obviously drugged up. He grinned wide as an open palmed hand patted your back a little harder than intended. You gasped softly as the feeling caught your breath and knocked you out of your anxious trance. You looked over at him, facial expression softening slightly as your panic left just by a little. “We got this shit, man! We fuckin’ dominated in Red light, Green light AND Penta! Maybe more of these no brained losers will get wiped out this round and we’ll get our money. Get the fuck outta here, y’know?” He asked, being too enthusiastic. Too harsh. You brushed his hand off your back, shaking you head at him in annoyance. “I’m not even worried about money anymore.. I’m concerned for my life and yours.. You should be too. I’m sick of washing blood splatter off my face.” You said harshly as you glared at him. He rolled his eyes and laughed. “Whatever, I know deep down you’re just as harsh and Nam-Gyu and I.” He slurred slightly as he fidgeted with his necklace. Your eyes locked on it. “You’re only like this cause you’re fuckin’ high, Su-Bong.” You mentioned.

. . .

Sooner than later, you were ushered into a large room with the other players, like animals. Like sheep being pushed into the open to be devoured by wolves. You and Thanos stood alongside each other. You slowly looked over at him, only recognizing him as the high junkie you met at the club. You squeezed your eyes shut for a second as a twisting feeling arose in your chest. Your throat burned. You were scared.. So scared. And Thanos and Nam-Gyu were fucking high. They probably didn’t even know the gravity of the situation. The yellow platform you all stood on began to spin, playing a childhood nursery rhyme as it did so. Your breath picked up, breathing heavy as you prepared for the platform to stop.

“dung-geulge dung-geulge, dung-geulge dung-geulge, bing-geulbing-geul dol-agamyeo chum-eul chubsida, sonppyeog-eul chimyeonseo, nolaeleul buleumyeo, lallalalla jeulgeoubge chumchuja.” The nursery rhyme rang throughout the room. The song stopped. The platform stopped. You looked around frantically as the voice came over the room. “Six players!” The Ai voice chimed happily. It angered you. You looked at Nam-Gyu and Thanos with pleading eyes. Thanos grabbed your arm and pulled you with him, frantically looking around. You spotted Se-Mi and Min-Su, along with Gyeong-Su. You pointed at them. “THEM!!” You managed to get out of your throat in fear. Thanos yelled at them. “GET THE FUCK OVER HERE IF YOU WANNA LIVE!!!” He yelled as they noticed and trailed behind the group. Once you all made it in the room, Thanos looked down at you, clutching his bicep in fear as the gunshots sounded. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you twitched with each gunshot. His eyes softened slightly at your fear. The others weren’t paying attention to you two. “It’ll be okay. Hey, we’re gonna get out of here after this game.. I promise. Everything will be normal, we’ll go to the club.. Get drinks.. Do karaoke.. Just stay strong. Promise me you’ll stay alive?” He asked, seeming as if your fear sobered him just enough to feel empathy for you. You opened your eyes slowly, nodding. “I’ll live. Only if you live.” You said with a small grin as he plastered on a big smile. You held up your pinkie. He twisted his with yours. You were intertwined. You looked in his eyes for a moment, him staring back at yours. Like it was the last time you could see him. You knew he had a good soul.

The doors unlocked as you both snapped out of it, making your way back to the platform.

. . .

This was the last and final round now.. Your group had lost Gyeong-Su at this point. It was all too real.. But you just needed to survive this last round. One more round, and you would all vote X.

One more round, you would all be out.

One more round, you’d all be safe

One more round, you’d be laughing with Thanos again.

Just one

More

Round…

You were zoned out as the platform spun. Three players. Thanos and Nam-Gyu, assuming you were with them. Se-Mi and Min-Su took off to find someone as you were left. Fuck. You took off to find a different group, looking around frantically. You saw an open group, gasping as you began to run towards the door. Someone shoved you tp the floor as they sprinted past you and into the room, shutting the door. You were left on the floor, panicked. You were going to die. Thanos noticed you missing. “Where… Where the fuck is she?! Did she not follow us?? He said frantically as it then settled that there was only two of them.. He spotted you across the room before someone ran in him and Nam-Gyu’s room, shutting the door. Thanos tried to shove them out but Nam-Gyu grabbed him, shaking his head as the door locked. “It’s too late. Doors are locked. Shes gone.. I’m sorry man.” Thanos got out of his grasp as he saw a body identical to yours on the floor as the guards aimed the gun at the head. “DON’T SHOOT!! TAKE ME INSTEAD!” He yelled out of the small slot in the door, now completely sobered up. You had been pulled into a room with people last minute.. But he didn’t know that. He watched as the woman he thought was you got shot in the head, her blood splattering all the way to his door. He clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his palms as he turned to the random that came into the room. “This is YOUR FUCKING FAULT.” He yelled at them, ready to strangle them as Nam-Gyu grabbed him. Thanos yelled out “I didn’t even get to fucking tell her!” Nam-Gyu looked at him oddly, letting go. Thanos’ breath shook as he looked at his shoes, slumping down with his back against the wall, head in his hands. “I was gonna tell her when we fuckin’ got out of here.. She’s the reason I came to these games.. Was gonna fix my debt.. Start a life with her. She made me want to continue to live. Now shes FUCKING GONE because of YOU.” He said harshly as he looked at the random player, who looked incredibly guilty. Thanos’ eyes were red, not from drugs, from stress and emotion.

The door unlocked, finally. Nam-Gyu helped Thanos up as his cheeks were stained with very few tears. He would wait until tonight to let it out. He chest burned with guilt. Why hadn’t he made sure you were behind them. This was his fault. He watched you get shot, and it was all his fault. Everyone walked back into the main room as he saw your head in the crowd. His face lit up for a second. “No.. that can’t be her.” He muttered before you came running to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly as you buried your face in his chest. He looked down at you before pulling you back. “Is that really you? You didn’t die..? But.. I saw you get shot-” he rambled before you cut him off by pressing your lips to his, not very softly before you pulled back and held his face in your hands, making him lean down and pressing your forehead to his. “I’m not dead. I promise. But please.. Vote X.. get out of here.. With me. Please.” You said, shakily as he nodded. He was caught off guard by your lips on his earlier.

Voting commenced as he looked over at you with confidence in his eyes. “I’ll run away with you. Start over.” He said as you gave him a soft smile with a nod.

Let’s hope voting works in your favor.

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ughhhh

he's so damn pretty

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Working on your requests tonight loves! :)

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Hiii my lovelies! I’m taking requests! I can write fluff AND smut, even angst! Anything under the sun as long as it’s not weird :). I’m best at writing these characters.

- Dae-Ho

- Nam-Gyu

- Thanos/Choi Su-Bong

- Se-Mi

That’s all :)!

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public announcement !!

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YOU LITTLE GOONERS??? LOLOL JK TYSM :)

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Rock, paper, ….lemme syd…?? 😙

I need him in a way that’s concerning to feminism

creditos : @lvrsaib

i need him