#Squid Game imagine

[hwangjoanna]

'Red Light, Green Light.'

SKZ Squid Game AU

Hyunjin X Reader

Enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers

Dom/Hyunjin, Sub/Reader

Possessive & jealous Hyunjin

Hyunjin, Seungmin & Minho are all mean (sorry)

Felix and Jisung Besties (Soft boys)

A/N - Hope you enjoy this chapter! We can finally find out what happened to Hyunjin 🫶🏻 the tag list is open feel free to ask to get added!

Warnings - 18+ mdni. Mentions of anxiety, abusive behaviour from guards, violence, mentions of injuries, Hyunjin being sweet, angst, sexual tension, sexual connotations, vomiting, mass deaths, mentions of fear of heights.

Word Count - 4,035

Chapter 6 -> Here.

Chapter 7

Y/N POV

He fell onto the edge, half of his body dangling lifelessly off the side and the other gripping with all his strength. His palms were sweaty and slipping on the platform, his legs bent and locked hugging the edge.

Minho and Seungmin start pulling at the back of the rope, the jolt brings you back to reality. It causes Hyunjin to lose his balance and slip further off the lip of the platform. You had to be quick before the guards announced you had lost, the marker in the middle of the rope drifted closer to the opposing team.

“STOP!” You shouted back to the boys behind you. They paused for a moment, all of their faces a mix of confusion. Brows furrowed and sweat beading from their foreheads.

“I need you to just hold the rope still,” you continued. “I need to take my hands off it for a moment.” You tried to remain calm as you spoke. The rope moved away from you slowly as the group on the other platform began to tire.

Felix was looking at you like he was scared you’d disappear right in front of him, Jisung wasn’t faring any better with tears streaming down his face. Minho and Seungmin were stoic as ever but the fear in their eyes betrayed them as Minho twisted the rope into his fist to keep his grip firm.

You nodded to them and took your hands off the rope stumbling slightly as you did so. With quick hands, you untied your teal hoodie from where it sat on your waist. You held onto one arm and flung it towards Hyunjin, he still had a fire in his eyes, he would never go down without a fight. In your short time knowing him that you were sure of.

He went to grab the other arm that was centimetres away from his hand but he lost his grip slightly and slipped further off the edge.

“Hyunjin,” you said, bringing his focus to you.

He looked up at you with a pained expression.

“Please.” You mirrored his plea from before the challenge began.

It was as if the sound of your voice ignited an even bigger fire in him. He used the strength in his thigh that was wrapped around the platform to climb higher. Groaning as he did so, his sweat drenching his beautiful face.

He swung his hand up to your sleeve and grabbed it in a death grip. You thanked god mentally for blessing him with such long limbs.

With that, you pulled with all your might screaming in the process. “PULL NOW!” The men behind you leaned back with everything they had. Hyunjin scaled up the platform as the group pulled him back to his feet. You both abandoned your numbered hoodie on the floor and began to lean back on your heels.

The team on the other platform’s strength began to waver. Fear taking over their features. As the rope started to pull to your side you started to step back one excruciating step at a time. You were so tired and yet the hope that Hyunjin had given you by getting back up reignited your energy. The boys behind you hissed and grunted as they continued their path back towards the elevator.

One member of the other team tripped and fell. Felix noticed and screamed his command, “NOW PULL, PULL, PULL!” His deep voice powers you up for one final push.

All six of you grabbed on tighter, palms burning. As the opposing group started to move to the edge of their platform. Guilt, fear and determination swam in your gut, mixing in a revolting concoction but you couldn’t allow it to take over you.

One by one you couldn’t help but countdown the bodies as they fell, screams piercing through your ringing ears. The sight alone haunts you as you watch them drop. You all fell onto your arses spent, as your senses flooded back to you.

Time became a blur for a moment as you all lay there panting and wheezing. Your sweat glistens on your skin. You held your hand up to your eyes, they were red and raw, adorned with fiction burns that had broken the skin. That’s when you allowed your emotions to take you. You began to laugh and cry simultaneously. You were so lucky to be alive but it didn’t bring you any peace. You had practically killed six people, it was your hands that had dragged them to their deaths. The guilt crippled you as you saw a magenta shape enter your blurred vision.

“Get up and head back to the main room.” He stated in a cruel voice as he untied you from the fierce grip on the rope. You flexed your hand as the blood flooded back to your fingers. The pins and needles barely affected you as your palms felt like flames had smothered them.

Felix appeared behind you scooping his arms under yours to pull you up as you both avoided using your hands.

You all walked silently towards the elevator. The weight of the game pressing down on you. You sniffed and wiped your tears away. You kept your stare on the ground, you couldn’t look at anyone right now and you certainly couldn’t bring your gaze to the blooded and crippled bodies littered on the floor.

When you arrived back at the main room you made your way hastily to the girl's bathroom, you needed some air and time alone.

You quickly ran into the stall and puked into the toilet bowl. The acidity burning your throat but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Your whole body felt weak and sore. You hadn’t even eaten today, the guards hadn’t served breakfast before you were marched to the game room.

You sat against the wall as you flushed the contents of your stomach down the drain. You forced yourself to take deep breaths, filling your aching lungs with oxygen.

After a few minutes, you got to your feet and headed to the sink. Your reflection looking back at you was as awful as you felt. Dark circles beneath your eyes, the bruises from number 112’s attack beginning to fade. You were sticky and gross from all your hard work.

Turning the faucet you rinsed your painful hands under the cold water. Hissing through your teeth due to the sting as you splashed some over your face. You drank and swished the liquid inside your cheeks, spitting the disgusting taste down the sink.

After a brief wash, you started walking back towards the main room when you collided with someone’s lean chest, bringing you swiftly back to reality.

You were met with a very sweaty Hyunjin, his eyes were heavy and bloodshot. The bruises from his fight with Felix hadn’t faded as well as yours had. He looked exhausted, of course, he would be.

He brought his hand up as if he were about to touch your cheek but pulled away just as quickly.

“Hey.” He said plainly, his gaze was full of unspoken words.

“Hey.” You responded with a small smile.

“I- Urm,” he babbled. Eyes not meeting yours as if he were shy. “I came to check on you.” He spoke softly as if you would shatter if he spoke any louder.

“Yeah, I’m-“ you paused. You were not okay and you didn’t want to lie but you saved face anyway. “I’m fine.” You looked down as you said it hoping he wouldn’t see right through you.

“I wanted to return this to you,” he offered your hoodie to you. He looked over your form as he muttered. “Thanks,” you said as you took it from him gently.

“I think it’s you I should be thanking, y/n” his response caught you off guard, he rarely used your name. Your breath hitched as you met his gaze. He looked at you as if you were the only thing that existed in the world. “You saved me, I appreciate it.” He said just above a whisper. His eyes sparking in the dim corridor light.

“Oh,” you cowered slightly feeling small under his stare. “I did it for us you know, if you fell we all would have.” He looked almost disappointed by your words. He ran his hands through his hair grimacing at the pain of his palms, his eyes danced around the floor for a moment.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” He whispered to himself. With that he turned to enter the bathroom, his lips pulled into a line in a faux smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

You wanted to stop him, to let him take you in his arms but instead, you watched him walk away into the bathroom. “I’ll see you around thirteen,” he said as he pushed the door, leaving you standing there with your hoodie wrapped in your aching hands.

When you returned to the main room lunch was being served. You moved to the back of the line while you tied your hoodie around your waist, the weight of it heavy on your exhausted body.

You got to the front of the line, the guard handed you your food and you scoffed. “Not going to give us anything for our fucked hands?” You spat. He paused as you looked at him, hoping your fierce gaze would break through his mask. Then he tilted his head slightly before leaning towards you. You kept your stance firm but he continued to approach you, he lifted his mask slightly from the bottom, not revealing his face but high enough so you could hear his natural voice.

“You’ll take what I give you.” He spoke only loud enough so only you could hear. His tone was smooth and unwavering. You shivered as he pulled his mask back over his face. His voice sounded familiar. It wasn’t? No, it couldn’t be.

As you walked away with your food dumbfounded you couldn’t help but wonder if he was the same man who had shown you a little kindness during the Dalgona game. Maybe that made him sound like someone you knew?

You went to your usual spot in the room noticing Felix and Jisung were nowhere to be seen when you heard a deep voice call out to you.

“Angel,” Felix was waving his hand beckoning you over to where he was sitting with Jisung and surprisingly Minho and Seungmin.

Seungmin and Felix sat together, an arm's length between them whilst munching on their food in a comfortable silence whilst Jisung and Minho sat together chatting to each other about something you couldn’t quite catch.

You sat near them crossed-legged on the floor turning to your lunch and digging in. The flavour of the Jumeokbap bursting on your tongue, you didn’t realise how hungry you were until now.

“Some challenge huh?” Seungmin asked the group. Felix nodded with a sarcastic chuckle and Seungmin smirked as he bit into the rice ball.

You continued eating for a few moments before Hyunjin came into your view with his plastic plate in hand. Looking a little cleaner than he did when you met in the corridor. He didn’t seem too bothered by your presence. Sitting himself against the bed frame, glancing at Felix with a scowl evident enough for you to notice.

Not wanting any drama you looked back to your food and continued eating slowly.

“You were pretty brave back there,” Seungmin said in a kind voice. Not knowing who he was addressing you continued to eat.

“I know, did you see her?” Jisung asked pausing his conversation with Minho. “The way she told us to hold the rope for her like some boss-ass bitch.” He added with a laugh. You looked up, Jisung was smiling at you and so was Minho. Not smirking, smiling? You paused mid chew almost in shock.

“I was kinda into it.” Felix chimed in with a wink. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, your cheeks flushed. The others started laughing whilst you heard Hyunjin tsk under his breath but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“I dunno,” Seungmin continued. “I think I’d prefer being the one to tell her what you do,” he announced with an evil grin. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your food. What was it with them and the flirting? Maybe it was a way of coping with the stress or to forget the cruel reality of the situation you all found yourselves in.

Whilst the others continued their conversations you felt a presence beside you. When you looked up you saw one of the masked guards looming over you. You assumed it was the same guy who served you your food, you couldn’t know for sure though.

“Come with me Number Thirteen,” he said in a flat tone. You glanced at the other men who looked on with a mix of intrigue and fear. You looked back at the guard. “Now,” he commanded, when you didn’t move fast enough he grabbed you by the arm and dragged you roughly to your feet.

As he did so Hyunjin rose to his feet and made his way over immediately. The guard turned to him and spoke coldly.

“Alone.”

Hyunjin averted his gaze to you, his brows furrowed and jaw clenched in frustration. You looked at him and simply nodded that you’d be okay. The masked guard paused for a moment observing the two of you. Hyunjin put his hand around your throat so gently that his touch was barely there. He ran in thumb over your sensitive bruised skin, “come back to me, yeah?” He pleaded.

Before you could respond the guard yanked you away forcefully. You couldn’t fight him, his arm was gripping you possessively and you didn’t want to find out what would happen if you argued. He stopped when he reached a hidden door in the hallway just before the pastel staircases and pushed you inside.

You stumbled in, your back hitting a shelf full of cleaning equipment. The room was dark but light enough to see his intimidating figure.

You pushed yourself as far from him as you could but he stepped towards you confidently.

Your breathing was shallow as he paused, it looked as if he was looking over you but you couldn’t see his eyes.

“Give me your hands,” he said in a low voice. His mask makes him sound robotic.

“My what? Why?” You asked fearfully.

“Give them to me,” he repeated louder than before.

Reluctantly you slowly offered them to him, you were trembling under his gaze. He took the pouch out of his pocket and ripped it open before he grabbed your wrist again causing your breath to hitch. He began to squeeze the contents onto your palm and the gel quickly soothed your burning skin. You let out a long sigh in relief as he ran his gloved thumb over it in a gentle caress. It was almost intimate.

As he dropped your arm and pulled your other one to him repeating the same motion, you thought you’d try your luck at making conversation.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked tentatively, attempting to keep yourself calm.

“You asked, didn’t you?” He replied as if it was normal behaviour from him. You nodded not wanting to anger him with more questions. Once he finished he held your wrist a little longer, observing you before he let it fall back to your side.

“Let’s get you back to him,” he said. His tone now had an edge to it that you didn’t understand.

You pushed a little more, “can I take some for my friends, please?” You spoke softly. He turned back to you and crowded you against the self again but this time he didn’t seem as gentle. He palmed your cheek for a moment before running his hands into your hair then knotted it into his fist. You gasped at the pain, tears began to run down your cheeks as you were face to mask with him. “I-I’m,” you tried to offer an apology but he cut you off. “You tell anyone about this, your friends, any of the other guards and I’ll make sure you fucking regret it.” His anonymous voice came out in a growl.

“I - I won’t, I promise,” you sobbed. He pulled you up still holding you by your hair and shoved some more gel pouches into your pocket. As he dragged you to the door he spoke again quieter but no less mean. “If anyone asks you’ll say I hurt you,” he commanded. “For talking back to me at lunch, the gel you stole while I wasn’t looking,” he continued his instructions. “-and if you don’t,” he pulled you closer, the mask where his mouth would be tickling your ear. “I’ll actually hurt you, understand?” He shouted the last word causing you to jump and cry harder. You nodded as best as you could, barely able to breathe through your sobs.

“Use your words,” he said slowly. He reminded you of someone but you couldn’t think clearly as he held your hair so painfully tight. The burning that was on your palms now transferred to your scalp.

“I understand,” you said breathlessly.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he opened the door and dragged you back down the corridor to the main room. He burst through the doors with you still in his grasp causing everyone in the room to look over at you. He stopped dead in his tracks and threw you onto the floor. You landed painfully on your knees with a smack. Great, as if you weren’t already sore enough.

The guard exited hastily as Felix and Hyunjin practically raced each other to comfort you first but in the moment you couldn’t care less. Your time with the guard replaying over and over again in your mind. The other players in the room looked on as Felix and Hyunjin got to you, Minho, Jisung and Seungmin approached with concerned expressions.

You continued to cry as they both knelt in front of you.

“Angel, what happened?” Felix asked, his voice barely audible over your sobs. Hyunjin brought his hand to your chin and gently moved your head to meet his gaze. “Did he hurt you?” He said in a panicked tone. Both men were panting from rushing over to you. You looked into Hyunjin’s haunted expression and nodded, your tears stinging your bloodshot eyes.

“Come here,” he whispered and with that, he picked you up bridal style and started making his way over to his side of the room. Felix and the others followed a few steps behind.

Hyunjin placed you on the bottom bed next to Minho’s bunk. You pulled the covers over and curled them in like a burrito. Your cries subsided as you sniffed.

Hyunjin stroked your scalp a little before speaking. “Get some rest, we’ll talk when you wake up. Yeah?” He spoke in a hushed tone. You nodded and remembered the gels in your pocket. Not wanting to lay on them while you slept, you took them out and whispered to Hyunjin.

“Hyunjin?” You gestured for him to come closer. He lent over you, his warm body pressed onto yours in the process. The weight brings you comfort. You took his hand and inconspicuously placed the gel pouches into his palm. “I got them for the five of you,” you said loud enough so only he could hear. He glanced down realising what you had given him and smirked at you.

“Not just a pretty face, are you thirteen,” his voice teased. You scoffed with a giggle, why does he have to be like this?

Felix peered down at you next to Hyunjin who gave him side-eye. “Angel, what happened?” He asked again. You went to reply but Hyunjin beat you to it.

“I think it’s best she gets some rest before we start bombarding her with questions.” He stated bluntly. “I’m only trying to help,” Felix replied unfazed by Hyunjin’s tone.

“She doesn’t need your help, she needs a nap. She’s been through enough in the last few hours. Felix.” Hyunjin said his name like it was acid on his tongue.

“-and how do you, know what she needs?” Felix spat back his Australian accent coming through thicker than usual.

“Can you two stop arguing about me like I’m not here?” You added sternly. God, these men were acting like children who had to share their favourite toy.

They both turned to you, their eyes simultaneously softening. Felix replied first, squeezing your shoulder as he spoke. “Sorry Angel, we can talk when you wake.” With a small smile, he got up and joined the others, all muttering to each other in hushed tones.

Hyunjin went to get up but you stopped him. “Put the gel on in a bathroom stall, I think that’s the only place with no cameras.” You advised. He stroked your arm as he rose from your side and nodded. Leaving you to snooze.

Author POV

The door to the interrogation room hissed shut behind him.

Cold. Concrete. Silent.

The guard stood in the centre of the room, magenta uniform slightly wrinkled, mask still on but crooked from the rough hands of the enforcers who dragged him here. Triangle 156 the guard who had taken y/n from the main room. His hands were clenched behind his back.

Across from him, the Masked Leader emerged from the shadows like smoke—a tall, imposing, black mask gleaming under the surgical lights above. The guards flanking him didn’t speak. They didn’t move.

Only watched.

“Do you know why you’re here?” The Leader’s voice was low, and measured. Calm in the way that crept under your skin.

“I was enforcing discipline,” the guard said. “She—she disrespected me.”

“Disrespected?” the Leader echoed softly. He took a slow step forward. “Explain?” He commanded.

“At lunch, she talked back. Loud enough for others to hear. Undermining authority.”

“So you took her into a closet for twenty minutes,” the Leader said, no inflexion in his voice. “Alone. With no clearance.”

Triangle 156 shifted. His hands twitched at his sides. “She needed to be corrected,” he said.

“That’s not your decision.”

“She challenged me.” The guard began to worry.

“And so?”

“I shoved her. Against the wall.” He answered quickly.

The silence that followed was heavier than any scream. Even the guards beside the Leader didn’t move. The room felt like a held breath, tight in the lungs.

“Did she fight back?” the Leader asked, voice calm.

“No.” The guard paused. “She cried.”

For a long time, the Leader said nothing. Then he walked slowly around the table, coming to stand behind Triangle 156. The guard’s posture faltered. He was starting to realize that his confession didn’t buy him mercy here.

“She is a contestant,” the Leader said. “Not your outlet. Not your mistake to make.”

“I was—trying to keep order—” The guard pleaded.

“You humiliated the system.”

That silenced him.

“To the others, your actions suggest chaos,” the Leader continued, stepping back into view. “They suggest a lack of control. That will ripple. That could cost us the game.”

“I—I didn’t mean to—” he continued to beg.

“You meant to hurt her?” The black-masked man enquired. Though he already knew the answer.

Triangle 156 looked up slightly, voice shaking. “Yes.”

“Good,” the Leader said softly—almost too softly—but then, with more force in his tone. “Good that you’re honest.”

He turned to the two guards at the door. “Detain him for observation. If I find even a shadow of misconduct, he won’t leave this facility with a pulse.”

The guards moved instantly, each seizing one of Triangle 156’s arms. His panic was sudden and loud. “Wait—sir—please! I can fix this—I swear I—”

But the door had already opened. Already closed behind him. The Leader was alone.

The silence that followed was comfortable.

He stood still in the centre of the room for a long moment, gloved hands clasped behind his back, mask tilted slightly as if replaying the words in his mind.

“She cried,” he whispered. A smile, hidden behind the mask.

“Good.”

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Would you do a squid game men purposing to reader? Or SG men holding their baby for the first time? Or maybe even both? 🤭 I love your writing so much it’s so cute and sweet.

Characters: Squid game MEN! (The older ones) Sangwoo, Gi hun, Young il, Salesman

SANGWOO

PROPOSING💍

The ocean breeze carried a faint chill, but Sang-Woo’s hand in yours was warm and steady. You stood beside him on a quiet cliffside overlooking the sea—his idea. He had been quiet all day, not cold like before, but thoughtful. Almost... nervous.

You knew better than to pry when he was like this. He’d talk when he was ready.

Sang-Woo glanced at you, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand like he was grounding himself. “I used to come here when I was a kid,” he said finally. “When I needed to think. Or run away.”

You smiled softly. “Were you running away today?”

“No,” he said, looking down at your interlocked hands. “I think for the first time in a long time, I’m running toward something.”

He reached into his coat pocket. Your heart skipped.

“Sang-Woo...?”

He didn’t get down on one knee. That wasn’t him. Instead, he opened a small velvet box right there between you, revealing a simple silver ring. It glinted softly in the fading light.

“I’m not a perfect man,” he said quietly. “I’ve made mistakes—some I can never undo. But the only time I’ve felt like I could still be... human, like I could still be me, was when I was with you.”

You felt the sting of tears behind your eyes.

“I want to build something better,” he whispered. “Not a perfect life. But one where I wake up next to you, and I keep trying. For us.”

His voice wavered just a little. “Will you marry me?”

You didn’t answer right away. You just threw your arms around him, pulling him into a fierce hug as the ring box was crushed between you.

“Yes,” you murmured into his shoulder. “God, yes.”

He didn’t cry—but his arms tightened around you like he’d just been handed a lifeline.

And in that moment, the past didn’t matter. The only thing that did was the future he wanted—with you.

HOLDING HIS BABY🍼

The hospital room was quiet—just the soft beeping of machines and the hush of an early morning sky. The world outside still seemed half-asleep, wrapped in dawn’s cool blue. But for Sang-Woo, it might as well have been a different universe.

He sat beside your bed, stiff in the hard plastic chair, fingers trembling despite the hours of stillness. His shirt was wrinkled, eyes tired—but his heart was wide awake.

A nurse approached quietly, swaddled bundle in her arms.

“Ready, Dad?”

Sang-Woo stood up slower than he meant to, his hands unsure.

“I—I think so.”

The nurse gently placed the baby in his arms, guiding him through the weight, the way the head needed support, how tiny hands curled instinctively.

And then she was gone, leaving Sang-Woo in silence with his son.

He stared down, breath caught somewhere in his throat. The baby squirmed a little, face scrunched, like he was still dreaming. And all at once, Sang-Woo’s mind went still.This little person—his little person—was real.

He tightened his hold slightly, cautiously, afraid to move too fast. The baby’s fingers flexed and brushed his shirt. Sang-Woo let out a shaky laugh, half in disbelief, half in awe.

“You’re… real,” he whispered, voice cracking. “You’re really here.”

He sat back down slowly, never taking his eyes off the baby.

“I don’t know what kind of father I’ll be,” he murmured, leaning in just enough to feel the warmth of the tiny forehead against his chin. “But I swear, I’ll try. I’ll learn. I’ll protect you. No matter what.”

From the bed, you stirred, smiling through your exhaustion. “He already looks like you,” you murmured.

Sang-Woo looked up, and his eyes met yours. There was a softness there you hadn’t seen in a long time—something fragile and beautiful.

He looked back down at his son, who let out a soft, contented sigh.

Sang-Woo smiled, eyes glassy.

“Hi,” he whispered. “I’m your dad.”

GI-HUN

PROPOSING💍

The autumn air smelled clean. Crisp leaves crunched beneath your boots as you strolled beside Gi-hun, his hand warm in yours. Ever since he’d come back into your life—shaky and distant at first—you’d watched him fight his way back from a place darker than most people ever knew.

Today was different. There was something quiet in his eyes, but it wasn’t sadness this time. It was focus. Peace. Maybe even hope.You reached a small park overlooking the river. The sun had dipped just enough to paint the water gold, and Gi-hun tugged your hand gently, leading you to a bench.

“I used to sit here a lot,” he said, voice rough but steady. “Right after… everything. It was the only place that felt real.”

You nodded, giving him time. He’d talk when he was ready. That’s something you’d learned with Gi-hun—he didn’t need pressure. Just patience.

After a long silence, he reached into his coat pocket. “You remember when I told you I didn’t think I deserved a second chance?Your breath caught.

Gi-hun looked at you, really looked, and for the first time in a long time, his gaze held no guilt. Just love. “I think I was wrong.”

He knelt, slow, one knee brushing the leaves.

And then the ring appeared. It wasn’t flashy. In fact, the band looked a little scratched, like maybe he’d carried it around for a while, unsure of the right moment.

“I don’t want to waste any more time wondering if I deserve you. I just know I love you. And I want to spend whatever time I have left making sure you feel loved every single day. Will you marry me?”

You sank to your knees, cupping his face, eyes stinging.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Of course I will.”

He let out a breath like he’d been holding it for years—and when he kissed you, it felt like the final piece of a broken puzzle finally sliding into place.

HOLDING HIS BABY🍼

The hospital room smelled like antiseptic and something sweeter—something new. Life. A beginning. Gi-hun stood frozen at the threshold, eyes fixed on the nurse’s arms as she approached. So small. Wrapped in pink. Breathing.

“Mr. Seong?” the nurse said gently. “Would you like to hold her now?”

His voice caught in his throat. He nodded.

His hands trembled as he sat down. The nurse leaned forward and placed the newborn in his arms like a secret—like something too sacred for words. Gi-hun didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until the baby shifted, a little coo escaping her lips.

His heart cracked open.

“She’s so tiny,” he whispered. “She’s… she’s real.”

You smiled from the hospital bed, exhaustion etched into your face, but your eyes soft with warmth. “She’s yours.”

Gi-hun blinked back the tears that rushed forward too fast. The past surged in waves—debt, guilt, blood-stained memories—but the little girl in his arms? She didn’t know any of that. She only knew warmth. And him.

He gently brushed a thumb over her cheek. “I’m gonna do it right this time,” he said, voice breaking. “I promise. I swear to you, baby girl.”

The baby yawned, as if accepting the vow.

And in that moment, Gi-hun wasn’t a gambler or a ghost of himself. He was just a father, holding his entire world for the first time.

YOUNG IL

PROPOSING💍

Young-Il wasn’t nervous. That’s what he told himself at least.

But then, why was he stirring the pasta sauce like it owed him money?

You poked your head into the kitchen, an amused smile tugging at your lips. "You okay in here? You’re going full Gordon Ramsay on that pot."

He gave a little laugh, cheeks already pink. "Just trying to impress my very picky date tonight."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Your ‘date’ happens to love your cooking even when you accidentally use salt instead of sugar."

“That was once,” he grumbled. “And the rice was still edible…”

You stepped up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “It was sweet rice soup. I still ate the whole bowl."

He relaxed into your hug like he always did, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. You didn’t know what he was hiding behind his back—tucked carefully in his hoodie pocket. The little velvet box felt like it weighed ten pounds. Every time he shifted, he worried you’d hear it rattle.

Dinner was beautiful. Candles, your favorite playlist in the background, and Young-Il pulling your chair out like a gentleman (only bumping your knee once). You could tell he was fidgety—more than usual. His knee bounced under the table, and he kept clearing his throat like he was about to say something and then chickening out.

You leaned in, resting your chin on your hand. “You’ve got that ‘I broke something and don’t know how to tell you’ look.”

He blinked at you. “What? No. I mean—yes. Wait, no.”

You tilted your head.

Young-Il swallowed. “Okay. I didn’t break anything. I just… I wanted to ask you something. Something really important.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He stood up from his chair, then immediately sat back down.

“No, wait. Standing is better.” He stood again, pushed his chair back, then got down on one knee. “Okay. This is happening.”

Your eyes widened, hand going to your mouth. “Young-Il—”“I know I’m awkward,” he began, voice trembling slightly, “and I talk too fast when I’m nervous, and I leave socks on the floor, and I sometimes forget what day it is, but... I love you. Like, deeply. Like I can’t imagine a version of the world where I don’t get to come home to you.”

He reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a small box, opening it to reveal a simple, elegant ring.

“Will you marry me?”

You nodded so fast you nearly knocked over your water glass. “Yes. Yes, Young-Il!”

He laughed, relief crashing into his features as you threw your arms around him, nearly tackling him to the floor.

“I didn’t even get to tell you that the ring matches your favorite sweater,” he mumbled into your hair.

“You can tell me later,” you whispered back. “We’ve got forever now.”

HOLDING HIS BABY🍼

The sterile hospital room was dim, the soft hum of medical equipment mixing with the occasional rustle of paper and footsteps in the hallway. The air felt heavier than usual, charged with a sense of anticipation that Young-Il couldn’t shake off. His eyes remained fixed on the small bundle of warmth cradled in the nurse's arms as she approached him.

His heart beat faster with every step she took. Was this real? His son? The one he’d only dreamt about in fragmented moments between exhaustion and fear, the one he had promised to protect and raise with all the love he had? Today, the moment had come.

“Mr. Young-Il, would you like to hold him?” The nurse’s voice was soft, and Young-Il could hear the gentle encouragement in her tone.

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He hadn’t realized how nervous he was until now, as if all the love and responsibility he felt for this little one had materialized in that very moment. The nurse carefully placed the baby in his arms, adjusting the swaddle so Young-Il could better support his newborn son.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the sounds of the hospital fading into nothingness. All he could focus on was the tiny face now nestled against his chest. His son, with small hands and a soft, almost imperceptible breath, seemed so fragile, so dependent on him.

Young-Il gently rocked the baby, instinctively adjusting his hold, his heart swelling with emotions he wasn’t sure how to name. He gazed down at his son’s peaceful face, the weight of the tiny life in his arms filling him with awe.

“Hey, little one,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m your dad. I’m gonna take care of you, no matter what.” His hands, usually steady and calculating, trembled slightly as he stroked the baby’s soft cheek. The boy’s eyelids fluttered, as if responding to his father’s voice, but he remained asleep.

It was a feeling Young-Il hadn’t known before—a mixture of overwhelming love, tenderness, and fear of failing this tiny soul. But as he looked into the innocence of his son’s face, he knew, in that fleeting moment, that everything would change from now on. He would be different. For him.

"You're safe now," Young-Il murmured, more to himself than to the baby, as a tear slid down his cheek. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath until now.

The door creaked open, and you stepped into the room. You had been watching from the doorway, waiting for the moment to feel right. Seeing Young-Il like this, holding your son, the man who’d once been so guarded, so distant, now so utterly vulnerable—tenderly cradling the life he’d helped create—it brought a rush of warmth to your heart.You smiled softly, walking toward him.

“You’re doing great, Young-Il.”

He looked up at you, his eyes glistening with a mix of wonder and fear. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” he confessed quietly.

“You’re more ready than you think,” you reassured him, taking a step closer and gently placing your hand on his shoulder. “He’s going to love you so much.”

Young-Il gave a small, shaky laugh. “I’m not sure he’ll be able to tell yet.”

You chuckled, your eyes softening as you gazed at the little boy in his arms. “I think he already knows. He feels safe with you.”

A long silence passed between you both as you stood there, together, watching the little one in his father’s arms. In that moment, the world outside that room seemed distant, irrelevant. It was just the three of you now—your little family—and nothing else mattered.

And Young-Il, for the first time, felt like he was truly home.

SALESMAN

(yes that's him fishing)

PROPOSING💍

The rain outside was steady, a soft, calming rhythm that seemed to echo the peace you felt in Gong Yoo’s company. It had been a long time since the games ended, and life had finally settled into a quiet normality. Despite the chaos that once surrounded you both, now there was only the hum of a life you had built together, one moment at a time.

You were sitting on the couch, legs curled beneath you, wrapped in a soft blanket. Gong Yoo, as usual, was lounging next to you, a book in hand. His usual intensity had softened over the months you’d been together, and though his enigmatic, often stoic nature remained, there was an undeniable warmth in the way he would glance at you when you weren’t looking.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, drawing your attention away from the movie playing on the screen. You turned your head to meet his eyes. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

You smiled at the memory. How could you forget? It had been a strange, surreal moment, his cold demeanor cutting through the tension like a blade. Yet, in that very moment, there was something familiar in his gaze—a shared understanding of the pain and chaos that life could bring.

"I do," you said softly. "How could I forget? It feels like a lifetime ago."

He closed his book, setting it aside. "It was," he said quietly. "But sometimes, it feels like we were always meant to cross paths, like we were always meant to end up here."

You tilted your head, feeling the weight of his words, but before you could respond, he stood up and walked over to the small table by the window. You blinked, watching him curiously.

From the pocket of his jacket, he pulled out a small box, and for a moment, the air seemed to thicken with tension. Your heart skipped a beat. Gong Yoo returned to you, kneeling down on one knee, the box open in his hand, revealing a delicate ring.

"Y/N," he began, his voice steady but filled with sincerity, "I know I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings, but I need you to know that everything I am, everything I’ve done, has led me to you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Your breath caught in your throat as the realization dawned on you. This wasn’t just any ordinary moment. This was his proposal.

"You’ve been my safe place," he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. "And I want to be yours for the rest of our days, no matter where life takes us."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but your lips curled into a wide smile, the emotions swirling inside of you too powerful to contain. With a soft laugh, you whispered, "Yes. Yes, Gong Yoo."

He stood, pulling you into his arms, the ring now safely on your finger. His lips brushed against your forehead in the gentlest of kisses. "Thank you," he murmured. "Thank you for choosing me."

As you held him close, the world outside faded into nothingness. In that moment, all that mattered was the man before you, the life you had together, and the beautiful future you’d continue to build—hand in hand.

HOLDING HIS BABY🍼

It was late in the evening when the hospital room finally quieted, the soft glow of the nightlights casting gentle shadows across the space. Gong Yoo sat beside the bed, his eyes not on the soft sheets or the sterile walls, but on the tiny bundle in your arms.

Your daughter, wrapped snugly in a pink blanket, had just been born hours ago. Her little fingers curled tightly around the soft fabric of the blanket, her face an innocent, peaceful sleep. You had spent the entire day basking in the joy of becoming a mother, and now, as you gently held your baby, you couldn’t help but smile.

"She’s perfect," you whispered, looking up at Gong Yoo, who was standing at the foot of the bed, his usually calm and confident demeanor replaced with awe and tenderness.

He smiled softly, but his eyes betrayed his deep emotion. "She is," he agreed quietly, stepping closer to you. "I can’t believe she’s finally here."

You nodded, unable to find the words to describe the overwhelming joy you felt. You hadn’t expected it to be this beautiful—this surreal. But there was something else, something even more powerful in the room now. Love, raw and unfiltered, filling the space with its presence.

"Would you like to hold her?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.He froze, blinking at you for a moment as if the idea hadn’t quite registered. "Me?" His voice cracked slightly. "Are you sure?"

You chuckled softly, your heart swelling. "Of course. She’s our daughter. She needs her father."

He took a slow, cautious step forward, as though worried the fragile little girl in your arms might break if he moved too quickly. Gently, you handed the tiny baby to him, her warmth filling his arms. For a moment, he simply stood there, his eyes wide as he looked down at her, his face the picture of disbelief.

"You’re holding her," you said, the awe in your voice matching his.

Gong Yoo didn’t reply at first, too lost in the moment to form words. His gaze softened as he looked down at the little girl, her tiny hands grasping his finger. It was as though the weight of the world had shifted for him. His hand, large and steady, cradled her so carefully, as if he was afraid she might disappear if he blinked.

"She has your eyes," he said after a long pause, his voice thick with emotion. He looked up at you then, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I can’t believe she’s ours."

You watched him, feeling a lump form in your throat. "She’s perfect, just like you."

Gong Yoo chuckled softly, his gaze softening further as he looked back down at the baby. "No, she’s perfect because of you."

In that moment, you could see everything—his love for you, for her, for this family you had just started. And as you reached out to brush a lock of hair away from his forehead, you realized that no matter how the world might change, this one moment would remain forever.

A father. A family. And love that would never fade.

[greengoblinswifey]

Beneath Chaos—Hwang In ho/Player 001 x Fem!Reader

summary— amid the deadly Squid Game, you form a forbidden bond with Young-il, a married man. one night after lights out, seeking comfort, you ask him to stay by your side and things escalate.

warnings— no spoilers, age gap(reader is in her 20s, young-il is in his 40s), infidelity, oral(f!receiving), fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— for the newbies, y/n in all my stories is black but ofc, everyone can read <3 also this man has so many names, omfg.

Part II

The games had taken their toll on everyone. The latest round had been especially brutal, dead bodies across the arena, screams still ringing in your ears even after hours. Everyone was on edge, fear settling deep into their bones as they huddled in their corners of the dormitory, too paranoid to sleep.

You sat in the dim light, knees drawn up to your chest, trying to quiet your breathing. You glanced over to the group you had managed to stick with, Gi-hun, Jung Bae, Dae-ho, the rest and—Young il.

Your gaze lingered on him longer than it should have. He was older, quiet, and deliberate in his actions, his face lined with age and attractiveness. There was a steadiness to him, even in the chaos of the games, that drew you in despite your better judgment. You knew he had a wife, he had mentioned her being in the hospital when the group shared snippets of their lives. But the magnetic pull you felt toward him was undeniable.

The sleeping quarters was cold, the hum of fear in the air. You hesitated before shifting closer to him. “Young-il,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

He turned to you, his expression calm but questioning. “What is it?”

You swallowed hard, feeling foolish for even asking. “Can you—can you stay beside me tonight? I just, um, I don’t feel safe.”

He regarded you for a moment, his dark eyes scanning your face. Then, after a beat of silence, he nodded. “Alright.”

Relief washed over you as he moved closer, sitting beside you on the thin mattress. The proximity made your heart race, but you told yourself it was just the stress of the situation.

Hours passed, and the room slowly quieted as people succumbed to exhaustion. You and Young-Il lay on your sides, facing each other. The dim light cast soft shadows over his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the lines etched into his skin.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he murmured, his voice low, almost teasing.

You blinked, startled. “Like what?”

“Like I’m the answer to whatever you’re feeling right now,” he said, his tone gentle but firm.

You flushed, breaking eye contact. “I’m sorry. I know you’re married. I shouldn’t—”

“Shh,” he said softly, his hand brushing against yours. “Let’s just forget everything for a moment.”

Your breath hitched as he moved closer, his face inches from yours. His lips brushed yours, hesitating at first, testing the waters. The kiss was soft, but the weight of everything unsaid between you made it feel electric.

You pulled back suddenly, guilt flooding you. “I can’t. This isn’t right. You have a wife—”

“Don’t think about that right now,” he interrupted, his voice a low murmur. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. “Just stay with me.”

His lips captured yours again, this time more insistent. The kiss deepened, a hunger building between you as the world outside faded away. His hands roamed down your body and you couldn’t stop yourself from melting into his touch.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of warmth. Your breath came in shallow gasps as he moved lower, his hands gripping your hips firmly. When he reached the waistband of your sweatpants, he paused, looking up at you for permission.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with both desire and restraint.

You nodded, unable to form words, your heart pounding in your chest.

With deliberate care, he tugged down your sweats and underwear, his lips pressing gentle kisses along your thighs as he did. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with awe.

With his eyes locked on yours, his head lowered between your legs. His lips captured your bundle of nerves, sucking softly as a soft gasp left your lips. You pressed them together, not wanting to wake anyone to see what was taking place. His tongue flicked your clit sending more pleasure than you had ever felt throughout your body, making you shiver.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured between your legs.

You nodded frantically, fingers lacing in his silky hair as he continued feasting on your pussy. His tongue glided from your hole back up to your clit then down again. He circled your hole, letting his tongue slip inside as he collected your juices on his tongue. Your free hand clamped over your mouth, desperately trying to keep quiet as he slipped a finger inside your pussy.

Your back arched from the bed as his skilled finger curled and his tongue sucked on your clit with ferocity.

“You’re doing so well, cum for me, cum on my tongue and my fingers,” he whispered.

Your fingers curled into the thin blanket beneath you as he continued, each flick of his tongue and thrust of his finger sending shivers down your spine. His movements became overwhelming and you pressed your lips together tightly as an intense orgasm washed over you making your back arch from the small bed.

“That’s it, good girl, I’m so proud of you,” he whispered.

In that moment, the fear and chaos of the games melted away, leaving you wanting more. You trembled beneath him, breathless and aching, your skin tingling from the intensity of his tongue. “Young-il,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the dormitory. “I need more. Please.”

He stilled, his dark eyes meeting yours, searching for something. “Are you sure?” he murmured.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes,” you whispered, your lips brushing his ear as your fingers gripped his shoulders.

His lips curved into a soft smirk, his hands sliding up your sides. “Then beg for it,” he said, his voice low and commanding, with dominance you hadn’t expected.

Your cheeks burned, but the desperation in your chest won out. “Please,” you murmured, your voice soft but trembling with need. “Please, Young-il, I need you. I need you to fuck me.”

“As you wish,” he interrupted. He shifted to sit back on his knees, his hands deftly tugging his sweats and boxers down. He watched your reaction as he freed his hard cock, his gaze heavy.

“Look at you,” he murmured, one hand stroking over your hip as his other lined himself up at your leaking entrance. “So perfect, so beautiful. I don’t deserve this, but, God, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

You gasped as he pressed his cock into you slowly, his whispered praises filling the space between you. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his hand braced beside your head. “You’re doing so well. So tight, so perfect for me.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts measured and deliberate. The quiet around you made every sound amplified, the soft rustle of sheets, skin slapping, the hitch in your breath, and his murmured words of adoration. “Cum for me,” he whispered into your ear, his voice cracking with need. “Do it, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

You cried out softly, your hands clutching him as you surrendered, your body shuddering against his as your pussy gushed on his raw cock. He held you through it, his touch firm and grounding.

Moments later, he shifted, his body warm and solid beside you. “I’m not done with you,” he murmured, lifting your leg over his hip as he slid into your throbbing cunt.

The angle made you gasp, your hand flying to his arm as he held you close. “You’re f-fucking me so good,” you managed, your voice breathless.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Stay with me. Feel everything, just like this. You’re perfect, you hear me? Perfect.”

Your breaths mingled as he began pounding into you harder and the rhythm grew more intense, both of you trying to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape. His lips pressed against your ear. “Cum with me,” he urged, his voice a broken whisper. “Cum on my cock as I cum inside you, sweetheart.”

You clung to him as your orgasm took ahold of you once more, the world fading away as waves of warmth washed over you. His grip tightened, and his soft groan against your skin coupled with the feeling of his cum filling your pussy were the only confirmation you needed that he’d joined you.

When the high ended, he rolled onto his back, pulling you against his chest. His lips pressed gentle kisses along your hairline, your forehead, your cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he murmured, his voice soft and tender. “You’re going to get out of here. I promise.”

You nestled against him, his arms wrapped securely around you, the fear and chaos of the games momentarily forgotten.

[catchastarorten]

—Sleep well.

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho x fem!reader

Summary: Gi-hun suggested that the group took turns staying on watch in case the other players attacked, him and Jung-bae stayed up while you and the others napped, Dae-ho took his place beside you to rest with you.

Content: fluff, cuddling(?), you head-butting him in your sleep lol, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not really proofread, sorry!

Word count: 808

You were tucked into the corner with your group—Gi-hun, Jung-bae, Young-il, Dae-ho, and Jun-hee. Trust was a rare thing in the games, but the six of you managed to stick together, watching each other’s backs through the brutal rounds.

The weight of exhaustion clung to you, but Gi-hun’s paranoia kept your eyes open longer than you would have liked. He wasn’t wrong, though. The fear was palpable.

Your group pulled a couple of mattresses off of the bunks, arranging them as best as possible. One was dragged and laid flat against the wall, the others shoved under bunk frames for some semblance of protection.

“Is this really necessary? I don’t like sleeping under there.” Jung-bae asked, sliding a mattress to Gi-hun, who shoved it under a bunk frame.

“Once the lights go out, somebody might attack us.” Gi-hun said, his eyes focused and his voice steady. “The prize money still goes up if we kill each other. It’s a part of the game they designed.”

You exchanged a look with Dae-ho, who sat cross-legged beside you, holding onto some blankets and pillows. He had been your shadow ever since Red light, Green light. Always sticking close, insisting on protecting you in this place after seeing the way you froze during the first game—when he told you to stay behind him closely so you could use him as a human shield.

“We need to take turns keeping watch after the lights go out.” Gi-hun muttered, sitting down at the foot of the bunk beds, his sharp eyes scanning the room. “I’ll take the first watch.”

The lights flickered out not long after, leaving the only source being the giant piggy-bank hung on the ceiling that was glowing dimly.

It was after a while when Jung-bae rolled out lazily from under a bunk and plopped down beside Gi-hun, the two of them speaking in hushed voices.

You laid down on one of the mattresses, wrapping the thin blanket around yourself. Dae-ho settled beside you not long after, and though you weren’t expecting it, his hand brushed against yours as he shifted to get comfortable, and you were sure you saw his face flush before he hid it, which barely worked, to be honest.

“Don’t worry,” he mumbled, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll fight them off if they try to come over here.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart ache in the best way. Dae-ho had a knack for looking out for you since you met him in the games, even in the little ways—giving you his portion of food, stepping in when someone got too close. You hadn’t known him long, but there was this easy warmth between the two of you.

Within minutes, you were sound asleep.

Dae-ho’s soft snores filled the small space you both shared. Exhaustion had gotten the better of him, just like it did to you. His arm had draped protectively over your side in his sleep, his presence a cocoon of safety.

Gi-hun and Jung-bae sat near the bunks, their attention now drawn to the sound of soft snoring. Both sets of eyes landed on you and Dae-ho, curled up together on the mattress.

“They’re out like a light,” Jung-bae remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You know, seeing them like that... it reminds me of when we went on strike. We were occupying the factory, and management told us to come out. They said anyone who came out voluntarily would be let off the hook and receive more severance pay.”

Gi-hun stared into the distance, as if recalling what happened.

“You were sleeping beside me and you were talking in your sleep. ‘Mom, I’m hungry, give me some food.’” Jung-bae made an exaggerated crying face, and Gi-hun gave him a glare as Jung-bae nudged him with his elbow, smirking.

Their voices echoed, and soon enough, soft laughs filled the quietness.

Jung-bae chuckled again, louder this time. He clapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. The noise had reached you, and you stirred slightly. Dae-ho, still asleep, curled closer to you instinctively, his arm tightening around your side. His movement caused your head to shift slightly, and without warning, you head-butted him in your half-asleep state of grogginess.

Dae-ho furrowed his brows, a soft noise escaping his lips as he shifted again, burying his face into the crook of his arm. You tugged the blanket over your shoulders, muttering something incoherent before nestling deeper into the mattress, falling right back asleep.

Jung-bae stifled another laugh, his shoulders shaking with the effort. Gi-hun gave him a glare, but a faint smile was already tugging at the corners of his mouth too.

“They’re like kids,” Jung-bae whispered, his tone fond.

“Let them sleep. They’ll need it.” Gi-hun shook his head and sighed softly.

[sillylilsquid]

I was wondering if you'd ever consider writing a sub Thanos fic 🧍

ask and you shall receive! this was so much fun writing, i live for sub!thanos. thank you for the request!!

𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢

♥︎summary: Thanos might play the tough guy in front of his friends, but behind closed doors, he only submits for you. One night, after a fight and a party, you decide it’s time to remind him who really holds the reins—and make him beg for what he wants most.

♥︎trigger warnings: au, no squid game. afab!reader. oc thanos, sub!thanos sexual themes, brief descriptions of weed. minors dni!! 18+

♥︎a/n: 7.8k words. i did not proof read this, so apologies if there are any mistakes!!🖤

The hum of the club was almost soothing, a distant pulse of music vibrating through the walls. You stood at the bar, tapping your fingers against the counter as you waited for the drink you ordered, eyes shifting around the sea of people, when suddenly you heard a familiar voice raised in anger.

It was Thanos. His deep baritone, usually so calm and controlled, was now edged with something you couldn’t quite place. You leaned slightly, hoping to hear better as you caught snippets of his conversation with someone else. A low chuckle followed by sharp words you couldn’t quite make out, but the tension in his tone was unmistakable. His friends had to be the ones on the receiving end of his frustration.

You turned your head slightly, eyes scanning the crowd. There they were–Thanos surrounded by his usual group, but tonight something was different. Nam Gyu, in particular, was egging him on. His friends didn’t seem to care that Thanos wasn’t playing along. In fact, they seemed to be enjoying whatever game they were playing at his expense.

“I’m not a fucking joke,” Thanos growled, his jaw clenched. His hands were balled into fists at his sides, and for the first time tonight, he looked…vulnerable.

Nam Gyu laughed, a taunting sound, clearly pushing Thanos’ buttons further. “Oh, come on, Thanos. What are you gonna do? Get all tough guy on us again?”

“You think you’re the only one who matters?” Another friend snickered, clearly enjoying the tension building. “Tell your girl to stop acting like a bitch and let you off that lease she has you on, then maybe we’ll all be cool.”

You felt the insult cut through the air. Your girl? You hadn’t even realized that part of the argument had escalated to that point. Your chest tightened, but you didn’t flinch, not yet. What really stung was that his friends were deliberately trying to provoke him with comments about you. They knew that would hit him where it hurt.

Thanos’ eyes flashed with fury, his muscles visibly tensing as if he were about to explode. His usual icy composure was unraveling. “Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, voice barely above a growl. “You don’t know anything about her.”

There was a moment’s hesitation as the others sensed that they had pushed too far. But Nam Gyu, ever the instigator, wasn’t backing down. “Come on, man,” he laughed. “I’m just saying, maybe she’s the problem. You’ve been a different guy since she showed up.”

Thanos’ eyes narrowed, his whole body going rigid. He wasn’t going to tolerate this, but the anger was bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to break free. He spun around quickly, his fist slamming into the counter of the table with a deafening crack. “I don’t have time for this.”

Without another word, he turned and stormed out of the club, pushing past his friends as if they were nothing. His footsteps were heavy, distant, and you watched as he made his way to the exit. 

You didn’t hesitate. You set your drink down, heart pounding, and quickly you made your way toward the door, following him outside.

As you stepped into the cool night air, you saw him standing alone by his car, back to you, staring off into the distance. The sounds of the club faded away, leaving only the quiet hum of the city around you. He was so still, his posture rigid, his broad shoulders tense. You could feel the weight of everything he was holding in, his frustration, his anger, and now…his exhaustion.

You approached slowly, your shoes thudding softly against the pavement. “Thanos?” Your voice was quiet but firm, cutting through the silence between you.

He didn’t turn to look at you, didn’t even move at first. His shoulders stiffened as you spoke, and for a second, you thought he might tell you to go back inside.

“Go back inside,” he muttered, voice rough. “I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

You shook your head, refusing to back down. “You’re not fine,” you replied, your voice hesitant. “That wasn’t nothing back there.”

For a long moment, there was nothing but silence between you. He didn’t speak, his jaw still clenched as he stood there, staring off into the distance, clearly unwilling to open up. You could tell he was trying to shut you out, but you weren’t going to let him. Not this time.

You stepped closer, your hand reaching out to rest gently on his chest. The moment your touch made contact, he froze, his muscles tightening under your palm. But this time, you didn’t pull away. Instead, you stepped around him, positioning yourself in front of him so he couldn’t look away. You needed him to face you, to confront this.

“What happened back there?” you asked softly. “Why did you leave?”

Thanos didn’t respond immediately. He stared down at the ground, a muscle in his jaw twitching, before his voice broke through the quiet. “I’m just tired,” he said, voice rough, raw. “Tired of pretending to be something I’m not. Tired of acting like I have everything under control when I don’t.”

You could see it in his eyes–his tough exterior was slipping, and he wasn’t sure how to stop it. The walls he’d built around himself were crumbling, and the more he fought to keep it all together, the more  you could see the vulnerability in him.

You took a step closer, keeping your hand on his chest. “You don’t have to pretend with me,” you whispered. “Not tonight.”

Thanos’ eyes flickered to yours, and you saw the hint of something deeper there. Something that wasn’t just anger or frustration. It was yearning. He was letting himself feel something for the first time in what felt like forever, and that alone felt like a victory.

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his in a soft, tentative kiss. For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t deepen the kiss. He was still, almost unsure if he was allowed to surrender. But then, as if testing the waters, his hands reached up, hesitating, before gently resting on your waist, pulling you closer just a little.

When you pulled away, your breaths mingled, and his eyes were darker now. There was something different in them, something that wasn’t there before.

“Please,” he whispered, voice hoarse, a quiet plea. “Tell me what to do.”

You smiled softly, brushing your fingers over the side of his jaw. “I will,” you whispered back, your voice low and commanding. “But first, you’re going to listen.”

He swallowed hard, his eyes on your lips. You could see him bracing for whatever came next, trying to hold on to the last sliver of control–but you weren’t giving him the chance.

“You’re going to go back in there,” you said calmly, “and you’re going to tell your friends we’re leaving. No excuses, no attitude. Just tell them we’re going home.”

Thanos blinked, confused, almost like he hadn’t heard you right. “You…want me to back in there? Now?” he asked, cautiously.

“Mhm,” you nodded, your thumb brushing lightly over his chin. “And you’re gonna let me drive.”

His brows furrowed, immediate resistance flashing in his eyes. “My car?” he asked. “Babe, I don’t let anyone drive my car.”

You stepped even closer, your body just barely pressing against his. “And yet,” you murmured, eyes locking with his, “you’re going to hand me the keys.”

Thanos hesitated. A beat of silence stretching between you as the weight of your words sank in. You could see the war playing out behind his eyes. His pride, his instincts, his carefully curated tough-guy armor trying to hold on just a little longer.

But you didn’t budge. Your gaze was unwavering, your tone gentle but firm. “You don’t get to act like you don’t want this. I know what you’re like when it’s just us. I know how you soften up. How you need someone to take control when you’re like this. So let me.”

Thanos’ breath hitched, his throat moving as he swallowed again. You could practically see the moment he gave in–shoulders slumping just a little, fingers twitching like he was reaching for something to ground himself.

Then, slowly, wordlessly, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the keys. 

You took them gently, not breaking eye contact as you closed your fingers around the metal. “Good boy” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. He let out a shaky breath, and for once, he didn’t argue.

The engine purred to life under your touch, smooth and powerful, just like the man now sitting in silence beside you.

Thanos hadn’t said a word since you took his keys. He’d told his friends you both were leaving, then opened the passenger door without protest, and slumped into the seat like he was still recovering from the fact that he’d actually handed the keys over. You didn’t even have to look to know his hands were clasped in his lap, his legs slightly spread, jaw tight with tension he wasn’t sure how to carry anymore.

The road was empty, the streetlights casting long, golden shadows across the pavement. You drove slow–on purpose. Letting the silence hang, letting him stew in it. You could feel his glances, those flickers of hesitation, like he wanted to say something but knew better than to break the tension you’d built.

Your hand casually slid to the gearshift, brushing against his thigh. You felt him stiffen, just barely, but it was there.

You smirked. “You okay over there?” you asked, like you didn’t already know.

He shifted, not meeting your gaze. “Yeah,” he muttered.

A soft noise escaped your lips, almost a hum. “You’ve been quiet. That’s new.” You turned your head just enough to catch the way his jaw flexed. “You always get this quiet when you’re being good?”

His lips parted, like he was going to answer but nothing came out.

You let him sit in the silence for a beat longer before adding, “I like it. I like seeing you like this.”

Thanos exhaled slowly, chest rising with the effort of keeping himself composed.

“You always act like you’re in control,” you went on, voice smooth, controlled. “Like you’re the one pulling all the strings. But the second I tell you what to do…you fold.”

“I don’t,” he said too quickly.

You raised an eyebrow, not bothering to hide your amusement. “No?”

He glanced over at you, eyes darker than before, mouth slightly parted. “I just–” he cut himself off, then looked out the window. “I just don’t want to fight you.”

“Is that what this is?” you said softly, keeping your eyes on the road, but your hand steadily moved to rest on his thigh. “A fight?”

Another pause. Then, quietly– “No.”

“Exactly,” you said. “Because you want to give in. you want someone else to decide for you. You don’t have to pretend with me.”

You slid your hand higher up his thigh, not enough to touch anything important, but just enough to make his breath catch.

Thanos tilted his head back against the seat, lips parted as he stared at the roof of his car. “You’re not playing fair,” he mumbled.

You smiled. “I’m not playing at all.”

Thanos didn’t say a word when you parked the car in front of his apartment building. Just climbed out quietly, hands shoved into his pockets to hide how tightly they were clenched. He unlocked his door with slow, careful movements, holding it open for you like he always did, but not looking at you. You didn’t call him out on it–just walked in with your chin high, claiming the space like it was yours.

Because tonight, it was. The door clicked shut behind him. The silence stretched, warm and heavy.

You turned to face him, watching the way he stood there, tall and still and tense like was waiting to be scolded. Or told what to do.

“You did good,” you told him, fingers reaching up to brush the collar of his jacket. “Listening to me. Letting me drive your precious car.”

He gave a small nod, eyes on your mouth.

“But,” you continued, letting your fingers trail down his chest, “you hesitated. You still fought it.”

“I didn’t mean to–” he started.

“I know you didn’t,” you cut him off gently. “But I think you need a little help…letting go.”

You stepped closer, closing the space between you and pressed your hand against the center of his chest. He felt solid and warm beneath your palm, his heart beating a little too fast.

“Take off your jacket.”

Thanos obeyed instantly, tugging it off his shoulders with practiced movements. You took it from him and tossed it on the kitchen table. 

“Now, sit.”

His eyes shot to the couch, then back to you, like he was waiting to see if you were serious.

You didn’t break eye contact. “Now.”

And god, he moved. Sat down with a thud, legs wide, hands braces on his knees. Looking up at you like he didn’t know whether to beg or apologize.

You stood between his legs, fingers slipping into his brightly colored hair. “You’ve been holding back for so long,” you whispered. “Trying to keep up this tough act. But I see you, Thanos. I know what you really need.”

His eyes fluttered shut at the sound of your voice, and you felt the smallest tremble in his shoulders. 

“You don’t have to do anything tonight,” you promised. “You just sit there, look pretty, and listen to me.”

He let out of the softest, breathiest “okay” you’d ever heard.

And then you leaned down, lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “good boy.”

You didn’t sit beside him. You didn’t straddle him or lean in for a kiss. Not yet. Instead, you stayed standing between his legs, close enough that your thighs brushed his knees, but just far enough that he couldn’t reach you unless you let him.

Thanos looked up at you, confused, a little lost. And maybe a little desperate. 

You smiled slowly. “Don’t slouch,” you murmured. “Back straight. Hands on your thighs.”

Immediately, he obeyed. Back straightening, fingers flexing before they settled flat on his jeans. Waiting. Listening.

Then you circled him like a shark–slow, deliberate steps, one hand trailing along the back of the couch, then across his shoulders. You felt him shiver when you passed behind him, the way his breath caught when your fingertips skimmed the side of his neck. But you never stayed in one place too long. Never gave him enough.

When you came back to face him you noticed the tension in his jaw. The restless twitch in his hands like he wanted to grab for you. You didn’t let him.

“You’re so good at pretending, aren't you?” you asked. “So good at acting like nothing gets to you. Like you don’t need anyone.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“But when we’re alone,” you continued, leaning in just enough for your breath to ghost across his cheek, “you look at me like you’d fall apart if I told you to.”

You let your fingers glide along his jaw, soft and teasing, before pulling away again. His eyes followed you like he couldn’t help it. Pupils blown wide, lips parted. But still, he stayed quiet.

Until you said, “You want something, Thanos?”

He blinked. “Y-yeah.” 

“What do you want?”

He hesitated. That pride still lingering, that little voice in his head trying to keep him in control.

You stepped closer again, tilting his chin up with a single finger. “Use your words.”

“I want…” he paused, flushed. “I want you to touch me.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, head tilting. “You mean like this?” you dragged your nails lightly down his throat, just enough pressure to make him flinch.

He exhaled shakily. “Yeah.” 

You pulled your hand away again, just to watch him squirm.

“I’ve already been touching you,” you said. “But that’s not what you meant, is it?”

Thanos looked up at you with pleading eyes. “No.”

Leaning down again, so close your noses nearly touched. “Then say it.”

He closed his eyes, chest rising and falling like it physically hurt him to say it. “I want you to touch me like I’m yours.”

Your stomach fluttered at the sound of it–broken, quiet, like it cost him something to admit. And it thrilled you.

You cupped his face, both hands now, and leaned in so your forehead touched his. “That wasn’t so hard,” you whispered. “You’re doing so good for me.”

A soft sound slipped from his throat, halfway between a sigh and a moan. His fingers curled into fists on his thighs, like he didn’t know what to do with all the heat suddenly crawling up his spine.

“You want more?” you asked.

He nodded, desperate now. “Please.” 

Your lips brushed against his, light as a whisper. Not a kiss. Just a promise. “Then you’re gonna keep listening. You’re gonna beg for everything I give you. And you’re not gonna touch me unless I say so.”

“Yes,” he whispered, breathless. “Yes, anything.”

You didn’t wait for him to beg more. You didn’t need it. He’d already given you everything. You kissed him–not sweet, not soft. Deep. Claiming. You took his breath like you owned it. Like he’d given it up willingly. And he had.

He moaned into your mouth, hands twitching on his thighs, desperate to touch you, to pull you closer, but holding back because you told him not to. You felt it in the way his body trembled beneath you, in the way his head tipped back when you bit his bottom lip just hard enough to make him gasp. His fingers barely moved to ghost across the skin of your arms.

You pulled away, just barely, lips brushing his. “Keep your hands to yourself, baby.”

“I–fuck, okay,” he whispered, eyes glassy.

You straddled him now, settling in his lap, your thighs on either side of his. His hands gripped the couch cushions like they were the only thing grounding him. You watched him fall apart under you, breath shallow, lips kiss-bruised, eyes pleading.

Your fingers slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, tracing the sharp line of his waist. You felt the way his stomach tensed, how he sucked in a breath like your touch burned him alive.

“So reactive,” you murmured, dragging your nails up over his abs, slow, deliberate. “You get like this for anyone else?”

Thanos shook his head immediately, voice barely audible. “No. Just you.”

You smiled, pleased. “That’s right. Because no one else knows how to handle you.”

You pushed his shirt higher, watching the way his muscles flexed beneath your touch. “You’re always in control, huh?” you muttered, fingers teasing the waistband of his jeans. “Always the one people listen to.”

His chest heaved as he swallowed.

“But right now?” you leaned in, mouth brushing the shell of his ear. “You’re just my good boy.”

Thanos groaned, hands fisting the cushions now, knuckles white. You were driving him insane, and you hadn't even done anything yet. He was wrecked from your voice, your touch, the way you hovered just above what he needed without giving it.

Your hand slid under his shirt, palm flat against chest now. His skin was hot, heartbeat thudding wild against your fingers. His head tipped back against the couch, mouth open, like he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Say it,” you whispered. “Say what you are.”

He hesitated for half a second, but you saw it. The way he broke. The way his body leaned into yours, craving the weight of control.

“I’m your good boy,” he whispered, eyes fluttering shut. “Please–please don’t stop.”

You kissed his throat, soft and slow. “Good,” you breathed. “Now beg.”

“Please,” he whispered again, breath hitching as your hands moved over his chest, nails dragging just enough to sting. “Please touch me more. Please say my name. Please just…keep doing this. Keep telling me what to do.”

“You’re doing so good,” you cooed, kissing the edge of his jaw. “So pretty when you fall apart for me.”

Thanos whimpered–whimpered–like the sound surprised him, like he didn’t even know he had that kind of noise in him.

“You want to be mine?” you asked, fingers teasing at the button of his jeans, not undoing it yet. Just enough pressure to make him ache.

“I already am,” he mumbled, eyes blown wide. “Please let me prove it.”

Finally, you popped the button of his jeans. Slowly. Like you weren’t in any rush, because you weren’t. He was panting now, squirming under you, hips twitching like he couldn’t help it. Like he was trying so hard no to thrust up into your hand, to be good like you told him. Every muscle in his body was wound tight, every breath ragged.

You palmed him over his brief, just once. Firm and slow, causing his whole body to jerk.

“Fuck,” he gasped, forehead falling against your shoulder. “Fuck, baby, I–please.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hand resting right where he needed it most but not moving. Not yet.

“Please what?”

He looked up at you, lips red, eyes wide and desperate. “Please let me come. I–I can’t take it, I need it, I need you–please.”

“Shh,” you said sweetly, brushing his hair back from his face. “Not yet.”

Thanos’ whole face crumpled. “Please, I’ve been good,” he whispered. “I’ve done everything you said–please let me come. I’ll do anything.”

Your lips brushed over the corner of his mouth as you leaned in. “You’re doing so good, baby. But I need you to hold it for me, okay?”

He whimpered. Whimpered like a goddamn prayer. “I’ll try.”

“I know you will,” you murmured, stroking him through his briefs. Slow and cruel. “Because you want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“Yes–yes, fuck. I just want to make you proud.”

“You already have,” you replied against his jaw, kissing his skin gently. “You’re so good like this. So sweet for me. So pretty when you beg.”

Thanos was falling apart. Completely. One hand gripped the edge of the couch like it was the only thing keeping him from losing it, the other hovering uselessly at his side, twitching like he wanted to touch you so badly but knew better.

Your hand slipped under the waistband, finally wrapping around his cock–and he cried out, biting his lip hard.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” you warned, stroking, making him tremble. “Not until I say.”

He nodded frantically. “I–I won’t. I promise.”

You smiled, proud, dragging your thumb over the tip of his cock just to watch him fall apart again. 

“You’ll wait for me,” you said, voice low and commanding. “Because you’re mine.”

“Yes,” he gasped, eyes squeezed shut. “Yours, only yours! Please, please please…” Thanos was shaking now. On the edge. So close it hurt.

“Good boy,” you whispered, leaning in close, breath hot against his ear. “You can come now.” 

He broke instantly. With a strangled cry, he collapsed into you, arms finally wrapping around your waist as his whole body convulsed with relief. His moan was filthy, ruined, and so goddamn beautiful it made your stomach flip.

You held him through it, kissing his temple, stroking his hair, praising him softly as he breathed hard against your neck. “So good for me,” you whispered. “So perfect. My sweet, obedient boy.”

And he just held on, like that was all he ever wanted to be.

The water steamed around you both, fogging up the mirror and curling along the bathroom tiles. The sound of the shower was soft and steady, a hush that filled the silence between you as you stepped in first, holding the curtain open behind you.

You didn’t wait. “Strip,” you said, calm and certain. “And get in with me.”

Thanos froze where he stood in the doorway, shirt already gone but jeans still hanging low on his hips. His jaw tensed. He looked like he wanted to speak, maybe to explain or deflect, but your tone didn’t leave room for either.

“Now, baby,” you added, softer but still firm. “I’m not asking.”

He swallowed, eyes flickering up to meet yours. His hesitation lingered a moment longer, then his fingers moved to undo his fly. Silent. Obedient. When he stepped into the shower, steam curled around the both of you, clinging to skin and breath and tension.

He stood there stiffly, not meeting your eyes. You reached for him. Palms to his chest, your hands pressed flat against his skin, warm from the water, and he trembled slightly beneath the contact. You leaned up to press a soft kiss over his heart. He exhaled like you’d knocked the breath from his lungs.

“You trusted me,” you murmured. “That’s not something to be embarrassed about.”

He closed his eyes. “I’ve never done that before.” 

You smiled, brushing our thumb over one of his tattoos. “I know.”

“And I…” his voice dropped to a whisper. “I didn’t want to stop. I still don’t.” Your heart swelled at that.

“Then don’t,” you said gently, but with that same edge of command. “You don’t have to go back to pretending with me. You can be like this. Soft. Needy. Mine.” 

His eyes opened, searching yours. “You want me like that?” 

“I love you like this,” you told him honestly, fingertips trailing water down his ribs. “You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

Thanos finally touched you. Hesitant hands at your waist, like he needed permission to hold on. “Even when I fall apart like that?”

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his chin. “Especially then.”

He let out a shaky breath–half laugh, half sob–and pulled you close. You held him under the spray of the water, feeling his chest rise and fall against yours, his breath warm against your neck. Then you nudged him gently, guiding him to switch spots with you so he was in the stream and you were out of it.

“You’re gonna let me take care of you,” you said, already reaching for the shampoo. He nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.

And when you lathered his hair, when you rinsed him off, when you kissed his temple and told him he was good–he leaned into you like no one had ever done this for him before. 

When he whispered your name like a prayer and said, “don’t leave me,” you didn’t hesitate.

“I won’t,” you assured him. “You’re mine now, good boy.” And he believed it.

A month later the two of you found yourselves at a party. It wasn’t your usual scene–crowded house, music blaring, someone’s drunk cousin doing karaoke in the kitchen, but Thanos’ friends had dragged him out, and by extension, you came too. You’d been here maybe twenty minutes, and already you could feel him slipping into that cocky posture he wore around them. Arms crossed. Mouth sharp. Laugh too loud.

He was leaning against the wall in the living room, a beer in hand, jaw tight as he traded jabs with one the guys across from him.

You walked up behind him slowly, letting your fingers graze his back just enough to make him twitch. He glanced at you over his shoulder, just a quick peek, but you caught the way his hand gripped the bottle tighter.

“Having fun, baby?” you asked sweetly, your voice barely audible over the music. 

He nodded, cleared his throat. “S’alright.” You smiled. Then leaned up on your tiptoes, lips against his ear. “Don’t lie.” His jaw clenched.

His friend wasn’t watching, as he was already drunk and his attention was elsewhere. 

So, slipped your hand lower, pressing your fingers ever so lightly over the waistband of his jeans. Just a tease. Nothing anyone else could see.

“I know you’re already hard for me,” you said. “Trying so hard to act normal. But I felt you shift the second I walked in the room.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t answer. Didn’t deny it.

“You’re gonna listen tonight, just like always,” you murmured. “And if I tell you not to come till I say so, you won’t. Right?” 

Thanos’ breath hitch, subtle but not lost on you. 

“I asked you a question.”

He turned slightly, trying to shoot you a warning look. One that said not her, not now–but the panic in his eyes was delicious. You saw it all unraveling under the surface. That shaky edge he was trying so hard to hide.

“I’ll wait,” he muttered finally, quiet enough that only you could hear. “I’ll be good.”

“Good boy,” you replied.

You let your hand drift lower, just a little. Pressed the heel of your palm to him. The shudder that rolled through his body was immediate. 

He cleared his throat again, louder this time, trying to brush off the way he shifted his hips like he could escape your touch. His friends didn’t notice, thank god. Or if they did, they didn’t say anything.

“Something wrong?” one of them asked, chuckling.

Thanos gritted his teeth. “Nah. Just hot in here.” You grinned to yourself.

“You’re gonna keep talking like normal,” you said, all sugar and venom in his ear. “And you’re gonna smile when they joke around and pretend I’m not palming your cock in a room full of people.”

He grunted under his breath.

“And if you come in your pants, you’ll regret it.”

He nodded, barely. But you weren’t done. You leaned in once more, breath hot on his neck.

“And when we get home,” you teased. “You’re gonna drop to your knees and beg me to let you finish. I might make you do it with my foot on your chest. Or maybe not at all. Maybe you don’t deserve it.”

A sharp breath escaped him then. It wasn’t quite a whimper, but it was damn close. And god, he looked beautiful like this. Flushed. Shaking. Trying to keep his cool with the weight of your words sitting heavy in his lap.

You let him go–just as easily as you touched him. Turned around and walked away, toward the kitchen like nothing happened, leaving him standing there wrecked and needy with a beer bottle in his hand and no way out.

Soon you reappeared in the living room like nothing had happened. No sultry whispers, no sinful touch, no threat of denied release. Just a soft smile and a drink in your hand.

Thanos was now posted up on the couch, arm slung lazily over the backrest, trying to look unaffected. Like he wasn’t sweating bullets in his hoodie. Like his leg wasn’t bouncing slightly from the effort it took to not fidget.

You slid in beside him and sat close. Your thigh brushed his, your perfume curled under his nose. He tensed.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you purred, voice just low enough for him to catch over the music.

He didn’t answer. Just nodded once, the barest hint of a sound in his throat. You saw the way his hand twitched on his knees, fingers curling slightly. Like he was holding on to every ounce of composure.

His friends were loud, laughing about something one of them said, but one of them–Chan, maybe–glanced at Thanos and narrowed his eyes. “You good, man?” he asked, grinning. “You look kinda…tense.”

“Yeah, you sick or something?” another chimed in, nudging his leg. “You been acting weird all night.”

Thanos forced a laugh. “Nah, I’m good. Just–tired.” You sipped your drink, leaned into his side a little more.

“Tired, huh?” you echoed softly, just for him. “Or is that you can’t stop thinking about how close my mouth was to your cock ten minutes ago?”

He coughed. Coughed. The boys turned to him again, laughing. “Bro, are you seriously blushing right now?” Nam Gyu joked.

Thanos shot them a look, rolling his eyes to brush off the comment. “It’s hot in here. Chill.” 

But then one of the guys, Yunho you think, pulled out a small bag, shaking it slightly.

“You sure you’re alright, man?” he asked with a raised brow, opening the bag to reveal a small stash of weed. “You’re looking like you need to relax. Maybe take a hit. Might calm you down.”

Thanos hesitated. You could see it in his eyes–that hint of temptation. You knew he wasn’t above a little weed here and there, but he’d never let his guard down around his friends. Not like this. Not when you were this close, making him unravel piece by piece.

The offer hung in the air for a moment. The boys were still laughing, distracted. Yunho took a casual drag and passed the joint over. 

Thanos glanced down at it. His grip on his beer tightened. You didn’t say anything. Just watched. You leaned back a little, but your eyes were fixed on him, calm and steady.

His hand hovered for a moment longer. You saw his jaw twitch, then he took a long breath in, and with one smooth motion, he pushed the joint away.

“No, I’m good,” he muttered, voice sharp. He forced again, “I’m just–like I said–tired.”

The guys didn’t press it. They shrugged it off, but the moment had passed. Thanos was still trying to act like the tough guy, but you both knew it was a lie. He was barely holding it together.

You leaned in once more, your breath hot against his skin. “You’re gonna keep talking like normal,” you said, “and you’re gonna smile when they joke around and pretend like I’m not sitting on your cock in a room full of your friends.” 

He shuddered. His face flushed as you moved, sitting on his lap now. You sat with your back to his chest, sipping your drink as you looked around the party.

“Dude, what is your problem tonight?” Chan asked again, laughing but confused now.

“Nothing,” Thanos snapped a little too quickly, rubbing his face like he was trying to wipe away the heat crawling up his neck.

You shifted slightly in his lap. “Thanos is just having a long night,” you said sweetly, and the double meaning didn’t miss him. His hand squeezed the beer bottle again, threatening to shatter it. 

The night felt like it was dragging on, the sound of music and laughter from the house party fading into a distant hum as you turned to Thanos. His eyes were still darting around, trying to act normal, but his flushed face, the slight tremble in his hands, and the way he kept stealing glances at you told a different story.

You’d had enough of this charade.

The group was still chatting, oblivious to the tension between you two, but you could tell Thanos was beginning to crack. His posture was stiff, like he was holding himself together by sheer will.

“Ready to go?” you asked softly.

His eyes locked onto yours, momentarily startled. “Uh, yeah. I guess.” He cleared his throat, a little too loudly, trying to act casual. You smiled to yourself, sensing the vulnerability. The two of you walked outside hand in hand and when you stopped at his car you held out your hand.

“I’m gonna drive. Give me your keys.” He blinked at you, still flustered, clearly trying to recover from the conversation you had earlier. His lips parted, and for a moment, he seemed like he was going to hang them over without question, but then he shook his head.

“No.” His voice was firm, maybe a little too firm.

You arched an eyebrow, a smile curling on your lips. He couldn’t even meet your eyes, shifting uncomfortably in front of you. It was like the tiniest crack in his armor, and you were going to take full advantage of it.

“Excuse me?” you asked, keeping your tone even but dripping with authority. “You don’t get to say no.”

Thanos looked at you, his confusion evident. “I just…you know I don’t let anyone drive my car. Remember?” 

You leaned in a little closer, just enough to get in his space. “You don’t get to make decisions right now. I make them for you. Now–give me your keys, Thanos.”

His breath caught in his throat. His eyes darted around as if searching for an escape, but all he found was you standing in front of him. Tension building even more.

“You–” he cut himself off, visibly flustered now, his throat working like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. The confidence that was usually so effortless for him had evaporated.

You pressed further, your hand brushing his to reach for the keys. “I’m not asking,” you said softly. “You will give me your keys. Now.”

Thanos let out a shaky breath, finally looking down at your hand. His fingers twitched, like they were ready to fight you–maybe argue a little more. But all that bravado faltered in the face of your quiet demand.

“Now, Thanos.”

He opened his mouth before closing it again. With a defeated sigh, he plopped the keys into your hand unable to make eye contact.

“There. Happy?” he muttered, but his voice held none of its usual edge.

You smiled sweetly. “I’m very happy.”

With that, you got into his car not sparing him another glance. He followed suit, not daring to say another word.

The car ride was quiet. Too quiet. You glanced over at him, letting your eyes linger for a moment, just long enough to make him squirm. You watched as he fidgeted with his fingers and bounced his leg nervously.

“You know, you didn’t have to act like that back there,” you spoke quietly. “You’re not fooling anyone, Thanos.”

He opened his mouth to respond but closed it quickly, not trusting himself to speak.

“Just relax,” you murmured. “It’s just me. Just let yourself go, for me.”

You could see the way his shoulders tensed with the words, and he let out a frustrated sigh, his hands gripping the seat a little too hard.

Finally you pulled into the apartment building parking lot. The silence between you was almost unbearable now–he was fighting himself, struggling to keep up his image. But you knew better. You always did.

The moment you stepped out of the car, he followed you like a shadow, his steps obedient. You led him up to the door, unlocking it without a word, before you turned to face him, the weight of the night settling around you both.

“Inside,” you ordered softly. He stepped through the door before you, his back slightly hunched as though waiting for further orders.

You followed him inside and locked the door behind you, eyes never leaving him as you leaned against the door, arms crossed. He stood there, eyes glued to the floor, breathing shallow. 

“Get on your knees,” you commanded. “Kneel pretty for me.”

Thanos waited a brief moment, his throat working like he wanted to protest but when he met your gaze, that look in your eyes it made him do as you said. He dropped down slowly, struggling to keep his composure, but you could see how badly he wanted it.

“Good boy,” you praised, that alone was enough to make him shudder. “Now…you’re going to apologize for your little act back there.”

His eyes widened in confusion and a flash of something else–a flash of panic–before he spoke up. “What act?” his voice sounded tight, almost defensive, but the apology was already starting to slip out.

“Don’t play dumb,” you chided, teasingly. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The act you put on about your keys, your car. The act you put on in front of your friends, like you weren’t ready to fall apart in front of me.”

Thanos swallowed hard, the reality of what you were asking hitting him. His breath halted, and he lowered his head, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, barely above a whisper, but the sincerity in his tone made you smile. “I shouldn’t have…acted like that. I–I wasn’t thinking.”

You stepped closer, leaning down to tilt his chin up, making him look you in the eyes. “That’s right,” you hummed. “Now, we’ll see if you can remember who’s in charge, won’t we?”

Thanos stayed still beneath you, kneeling, his dark lashes fluttering as you stepped closer–slow, deliberate, like a predator circling prey. His breath stuttered when you reached for his chin again, guiding his face to stay tilted up toward yours.

“You remember your place now?” you asked, dragging your thumb across his bottom lip.

“Yes,” he breathed, his voice cracked around the word.

You smile, wicked and satisfied. “Good. Because you’re not getting what you want tonight. Not unless I decide you’ve earned it.”

A whimper escaped him. Soft, involuntary. The kind that came from deep in his chest, like the need had been building for hours. Maybe even days. His hands twitched on his thighs like he didn’t know what to do with them.

You nudged his shoulder with your hand. “Get up,” you said firmly. “Crawl, if you have to. We’re going to the bedroom.”

Thanos moved instantly, standing up from his place like his body belonged to you. Head bowed as he followed you down the hall. You didn’t look back until you reached the door, and even then, it was only to watch the way he hovered behind you, barely breathing, eyes wide and dark.

“Sit,”  you ordered once you were inside. He sank to his knees again, right there beside the bed, trembling slightly from the effort of staying still.

You didn’t waste time undressing. You peeled your shirt off first, slow and fluid, and his eyes tracked every movement like he was starving for it. Each piece you pulled off was for yourself, not for him. But you knew what it did to you. You wanted him to ache.

“You look like you’re in pain,” you teased, stepping closer as you unhooked your bra. “You want to touch me so badly, don’t you?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

You raised your eyebrows. “And what did I say about begging?”

He whimpered again, biting down on his bottom lip to stop himself. His forehead dropped for a second like he needed to ground himself. His whole body was tense, straining, flushed.

You settled on the bed, legs spread slightly, reclining back just enough to give him the view he was dying for. He held his breath.

You slipped a hand between your thighs and sighed–a sound of pure satisfaction. Thanos groaned under his breath, shifting like his own skin had become unbearable. He watched you fall apart while he couldn’t even move.

That was the punishment. That was the reward. You took what you needed from yourself right in front of him, sighing, moaning, whispering soft praises into the air while he sat there, trembling, desperate, undone.

When you came, you didn’t hold back. You let him hear it, the pleasure in your voice, the tremble of your thighs, the way your hand didn’t stop until you were gasping. You locked eyes with him through it all, and the noise he let out? Absolutely ruined.

Finally you leaned back against the pillows, catching your breath. He stared at you like you were divine. Holy. Unreachable. “Did you like that?” you asked smugly.

Thanos nodded, eyes glassy and lips parted. “So much,” he whispered. “Please…please, I–”

“Ah, ah,” you warned. “You don’t get to beg yet. Not until I say so.”

Again he whimpered. So hard he looked like he was going to break apart right there on the floor. He was sweating, skin flushed, his knees spread slightly now as if his body had stopped obeying him completely. 

You dragged your fingers up your stomach and licked them clean, watching him squirm. “You’ll sit there and suffer like a good boy,” you said sweetly. “Because I got to come tonight. And you? You got to watch.”

His jaw dropped. “Please…” he whispered again, and this time, it didn’t sound like he was talking to you. It sounded like he was praying.

Thanos remained on his knees, still trembling, still aching, while you lounged back on the bed–completely satisfied, completely in control.

He couldn’t look away from you. Could barely breathe.

“You know…” you started to say in a syrup-sweet voice. “I wonder what your boys would say if they saw you like this.”

His head snapped up, panic flashing through his eyes.

You smiled wider. “The big, mean thug who’s always starting fights? The one with the temper and the reputation?” you dragged your nails lightly across your thigh, watching his reaction. “What would they think if they saw you like this? On your knees. Whimpering. Desperate.”

“Please,” he rasped, but you weren’t done yet.

“I should record you,” you teased, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. His eyes went wide, pupils blown. “Send it in the group chat. I bet they’d love to see what their fearless leader turns into behind closed doors.”

“No–please, no,” he gasped, breath catching as he leaned forward slightly. “You wouldn’t…”

You leaned in towards him, just enough to make him squirm, brushing his cheek with your fingers. “Of course I wouldn’t, baby. You think I’d ever share this with anyone else?”

He sagged with relief, but his face was redder than before.

You tilted your head, watching him suffer. “But I like seeing you panic. Gets me wet.”

Thanos groaned, raw and helpless, and that’s when you knew he couldn’t take another second. You moved to the edge of the bed and crooked a finger. “Come here.”

He scrambled forward so fast it was pathetic–so eager to be close again. You let him settle between your knees, cradling his jaw in your hands.

“You did so good tonight,” you murmured, finally soft, finally rewarding. “Took everything like a good boy.”

He nodded, eyes glassy. “I tried.”

“You did more than try. You obeyed me. You suffered for me.” You traced his lips with your thumb. “Now you get what you’ve been begging for.”

He moaned just at your words alone, rocking forward slightly–but you held him still.

“Easy,” you whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”

And when you finally let him fall apart, it was with your hand around him, your breath on his neck, your lips murmuring constant praise right into his skin. You told him how pretty he looked like this. How much you loved seeing him undone. How sweet he sounded when he whimpered your name.

Thanos came hard–shaking, gasping, half wrecked with how intense it hit him. You held him through it, stroking his hair, kissing the side of his face. “There you go,” you whispered. “That’s it. That’s my good boy.”

Later, after you’d cleaned him up, curled into the bed beside his spent body, you ran your fingers down his spine and whispered against his shoulder. “Still wanna act tough around your friends?” you teased.

Thanos groaned into the pillow. “Shut up.” 

You smiled, dragging your nails gently across his skin. “That’s what I thought.”

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i’m a good girl, officer.

summary: junho hadn’t been the same since his disappearance. he wanted to make it up to you.

pairing: husband!junho x detective!reader

length: 5k words

warnings: 18+, dni w/ this fic if you are a minor!!, female reader, pet names, junho praising reader, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, cream pie, marriage problems resolved through make up sex, passionate sex, junho bending you over his office desk, unprotected sex

AUTHOR’S NOTE: request are open! also, lmk if you would like to be on my squid game fics tag list!

Sitting in your office across from Junho’s, you had spent the past few hours at the station looking through active cases you were working on. Your office was only being filled by the sound of you flipping pages, and your attention was set on the work in front of you until you heard footsteps coming into the hall. You look up from your desk to see your husband as he walks straight past your door and into his office, slamming his door shut in the process. 

Not even a good morning, you think to yourself. Rude. 

But, not surprising. You would be wrong if you didn’t admit that your husband’s recent behavior had been, well, frustrating. You had already almost lost your mind the day you received a call from your shared boss about some fisherman having found his body in the middle of the ocean with a gunshot wound in his shoulder, and he wasn’t making the situation you both were in now any easier. 

The weeks following his disappearance had been more than confusing. He swore he couldn’t remember what had happened to him, but you knew better than that. After all, you both worked the same profession that required skills such as reading people. Also, he was your husband for goodness sake. You knew his quirks, and you especially knew when he was lying. You’d watch how he would break out in a sweat in the middle of the night, how he would keep a map stashed away at his desk and at your shared apartment with different islands having been circled, hiding it to make sure you never saw it, or how he seemed more vigilante when the two of you traveled on the subway. He swore nothing was wrong, but you knew better. 

So, one day, after work, you had had enough of Junho and his behavior. You were tired of the secrets and the sneaking out in the middle of the night when he thought you were asleep. Dinner between the two of you had been quiet that evening, and you had had enough at that point. Slamming your dishes down into the sink, you cursed at Junho, asking him what was going on with him. He was hesitant, but he knew he couldn’t keep hiding the truth from you any longer. He knew you were good at your job, so he knew he needed your help as well. He told you about the island, the games, and about a man named Gi-hun. You were shocked to say the least, but you knew he was telling the truth. You believed him, and you made sure to let him know you would help him to take down the games. 

Yet, him telling you the truth didn’t smooth out the rough spot your marriage was in. Junho had become so focused on bringing the games down, he also had lost focus on the intimacy between the two of you. He didn’t ever seem up for anything anymore, and although you knew how occupied he kept himself because how important taking down the games was to him, you missed him more than you let on. You missed his attention; you missed his touch. 

So, you hated how easy it seemed for him to ignore you at home and, now, also at work. If he didn’t want to have sex with you at home because he was “too tired” to do anything due to how busy he was, fine. It hurt your feelings, but you knew how determined he was. But, he didn’t have to ignore you at work either. You were still his co-worker.

I’m also your wife, you asshole. 

You let out a huff, not sure what to do. This behavior had already been going on for a while, so you try your best to let it go. 

When lunch hour came around, you got up from your desk and grabbed your coat from the back of your chair. If Junho wasn’t going to remember to put in effort into the relationship because of how busy he was, you decided it would be best for you to remind him that he was still married. There was a new spot you wanted to try, and you were hoping the two of you could spend the afternoon having lunch together. 

However, your intentions were halted when you saw Junho walk out of his office, not even stopping to glance in the direction of yours. You quickly put on your coat, rushing out your office door before he disappears to wherever he has to go now. 

“Junho!” 

Turning when he heard you calling out for him, Junho stopped walking out the building. “Hey, I have to go. Can we talk later? I’m meeting up with Gi-hun for lunch.”

You blink slowly in amusement at your husband. A part of you wanted to blow up on him at that moment, but you knew better than to do that at work, especially when the front desk workers were now staring at the both of you. So, you don’t say anything. And, Junho, being too busy in that moment with regards to what he and Gi-hun were meeting up to discuss, walked out the door when you didn’t say anything to stop him from walking out the building. 

Another two hours go by before you see your husband come back from his meeting. It’s the same routine, walking past your office, not saying anything to you, walking straight into his office, and closing the door behind him. 

Again, a part of you is telling you to let it go, but you have had enough at this point. Getting up from your chair, you make your way to his office, not bothering to knock. Junho felt himself get upset for a second thinking someone had walked into his office without knocking and unannounced, until he realized it had been you. 

“Y/N,” Junho says, looking back down at the map on his desk, “if it isn’t important, I’m busy right now. Can we talk when we get home?”

You look down at the same map that had been getting more attention than you had been getting for the past few months. You shake your head and scoff at your husband, who doesn’t look up even when you're standing right in front of him. 

“Junho,” you start to say, and Junho can hear the tone in your voice, “I’m your wife, you remember that right?”

Junho, confused by the question, looks up at you as he frowns. He knew you were his wife, he went home to you every day.

“Of course I know that. What are you getting at?” 

You tip your head to the side slightly, almost as if you were trying to get your thoughts across to him without saying anything directly. “You didn’t say good morning to me this morning.”

Junho huffs in response, not amused with what you had said. “I’m sorry, I had a lot to do once I got here.” He didn’t understand what was so important about it. 

“You didn't say good morning to me at home either.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I have a lot of work to do, okay? Whatever this is, we can talk about it at home.”

“That’s the thing, Junho,” you respond, bringing your hands out in front of you, “You have a lot of work today. You also had a lot of work yesterday, and the day before, and you’ll have a lot of work tomorrow too. We won’t talk about it when you get home because this is the way it’s been for months now!”

Junho looks up at you, rubbing his forehead due to now feeling bothered himself. “Do you think this is an appropriate conversation to be having at work?”

“Do you think the way you've been treating me has been an appropriate way to treat your wife?”

Junho doesn't say anything. He’s not sure what to say, and you don’t feel like talking to the wall he has become. You turn on your heel and make your way out his office, knowing that his silence was his answer to what you had just said. 

“Whatever, Junho. When you decide to act like my husband again, let me know.” 

You went home at your usual time that day, and that night, Junho went home later than you had. It was nothing new to either of you, but Junho felt especially guilty having done that the same day as the argument you both had had at the station. He had gone home to find you already asleep in your shared bedroom, analyzing your body while you laid peacefully under the sheets.

He missed you, just as much as you missed him. He knew things hadn’t been the same between the two of you, but he hadn’t realized how affected you had become because of it. You were right, he hadn’t been giving the attention you deserved. 

You had been there for him those days he laid in the hospital after he had been found, and you didn’t call him crazy like his boss had when he told you about the games. You had stuck with him through all the thick and thin he had been going through, and he hadn’t repaid you for how patient you had been with him.  

The next day at work, you wake up and make your way to the station. You had woken up to an empty bed that morning, and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that it stung you more than usual. After the talk you had with Junho the previous day, you thought something would have changed, but you had ended up being wrong. 

You were surprised to get to the office and see that Junho was already in his office, his door unusually open. You ignore it, not wanting to have another confrontation. 

Making your way to your office and sitting in your chair, everything was happening as it usually does, until you heard a knock at your door. Looking up, you see your husband standing there. It surprises you, given that he seemed to never give you much attention at work anymore. 

“Would you,” he says, leaning against the door frame, “want to get lunch with me, later?”

Your eyes widen in surprise. You couldn’t remember the last time he had asked you to spend time together. Nodding in agreement, a small smile falls on your face. Junho smiles back in response, telling you to go to his office during lunch hour once you were ready to go. 

Once it does, you make your way to your husband’s office, a small spring in your step, you think this is finally the chance to spend some time with your husband. 

That is until you go inside to see that he wasn’t in office anymore. You think he may have just gone to the restroom or taken a phone call outside. You decide to sit in his chair and wait for him to come back. There’s no way he would just bail on you. 

Right?

As you wait, 5 minutes turns into 10, and then 20, and then 30, and suddenly, an hour has already gone by. You had kept yourself busy reading through his case files and looking at that stupid map a dozen times before you got up from his seat.

Screw him.

You don’t know why you even had your hopes up. Junho had, yet again, ignored you completely after having gotten your hopes up. Upset, you get up from his chair and make your way out of his office and into yours, before Junho comes rushing in. He sees the look you have on your face, and he knows you're pissed. 

“Hey, look, I’m sor-”

“No,” you say, putting your hand up to stop him, “I really don't want to hear it.” 

You attempt to make your way out of his office before Junho slams his door shut and stands in front of it. 

“I’m sorry! Okay? I got a call from Gi-hun about a lead in the case, and it was urgent, so I left in a hurry.” 

You shake your head. “I really don’t care, Junho. One afternoon! You couldn’t even make time to spend one afternoon getting lunch with me. It’s like you don’t even care anymore.” 

Junho shakes his head back at you. “That’s not true, and you know that.”

“Do I?” You respond back. “It’s like you don't even remember that we’re married. You never pay me any attention anymore.” 

You continue to question him, sensing all your feelings crash down all at once. “You don’t say good morning to me in the morning anymore, you don’t say bye before you leave to where ever it is you go on the weekend, you don’t give me any updates on the case, and you ignore me at home and at work. We don’t spend any time together anymore because you're always too busy. I mean Junho…do you not love me anymore?”

Junho freezes at the last part of your statement. Of course he loves you. He knew he hadn't been the best husband lately, but how could you possibly think that?

You sigh in frustration. You've already said too much, you think, might as well keep going. “You don’t want to do anything with me anymore, and…you don’t even want to sleep with me anymore. So, I don’t know what to think.” 

Junho’s eyes soften as he hears you talk, shifting around on his feet. He feels guilty. He never intended for you to ever feel unwanted, and he, especially, never intended for you to feel unloved. 

“I’m sorry, baby.”

You lock eyes with Junho. Baby. You couldn't remember the last time he had called you something lovingly. 

“I never wanted you to feel that way.” Junho stepped towards you to get rid of the space between the two of you, bringing you into an embrace. You’re still upset, and you know you shouldn't, but you melt into his touch. You knew you needed to be stronger, but you were desperate for any kind of attention from him at this point. 

Junho leans back to look at your face. He sees your pout, and he leans down to peck your lips. 

Junho’s testing the waters, and when you don’t retaliate he kisses you again and again. He wants to make up the way he’s been treating you. Junho goes in for another kiss, and this time, he picks you up, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. You let out a squeal at his action before he finds your lips again. You know you should probably try to talk things out more, but you're loving this new found attention. Once he has you wrapped around him. Junho doesn’t stop kissing you even when he sits you down on his desk, and you don't mind. He has his hand on the back of your neck, having a constant pull on you to keep you close to his lips. His other hand is placed on your thigh and you feel his touch shooting up your body. 

You can’t help but sneak your hands under his shirt, feeling him up. You knew your husband was fit, but you didn't mind the reminder of what he hide under his shirt as you felt his stomach and abs. Junho doesn't mind either, your touch sending chills down his body. He was sensitive to your touch, especially since he hadn’t felt you touch in a while. 

And, god, did he miss it. It was his own fault, he knew that. He never meant to neglect you in any way, he had just been so busy trying to solve his own dilemmas that he had forgotten to balance out his attention on both you and his problems. 

Junho kisses you down your neck, and you throw your head back at the sensation. His soft lips travel all the way down to your collar bone thanks to your button up. His hands are on your thighs, gripping them hard as he concentrates on the soft moans coming from your mouth. He can feel the bulge growing in his pants, and he lets out a moan of his own when he feels you waste no time in starting to grind yourself against it. 

Taking a step back, he listens as you whine at the distance he’s just created. You look down at him up and down, seeing the way his cock is starting to become more pronounced under his pants. You reach out for him, needing him close to you before he grabs your hands and puts them on your side. Shaking his head slightly, he takes a step back to you before reaching down to the buttons of your pants, slowly unbuttoning them as he doesn't break eye contact with you. 

“Let me make it up to you, baby.” 

You don’t say anything as he finishes unbuttoning your pants. He pulls your pants completely off, discarding them onto the floor before connecting his lips with yours again. Up to this point, his kisses had been gentle, almost like an apology. This time, his kiss is desperate, needy. His hands are back at your thighs, gripping them. He had forgotten how soft you were. He had missed this feeling just as much as you had, and you're driving him crazy as your hands touch him all over. 

Junho pulls away, and just as you were about to complain again, you watch him lower himself to kneel down infront of you. He takes his time to press kisses from your ankle and make his way up, slowly and steadily. He kisses up your exposed inner thighs, not breaking eye contact with you once.  Your legs start to shake, excited at the idea of Junho finally giving you the attention you've been craving for months now. He nips at your inner thighs, loving the way you twitch at the feeling. He can see the dampness becoming more and more prominent on your undies, causing him to smirk. 

“I want to make you feel good, gorgeous.”

You don’t say anything. All you feel is your pussy pulsing more and more as Junho gets closer and closer to your heat. He’s barely started, and he’s already driving you crazy. 

Junho takes wet kisses the rest of the way up your thighs before licking your clothed pussy. You shiver at the sensation, letting out a moan. Your sounds only fuel his need to please you. He takes long licks at your inner thigh, wanting to make you more impatient for his attention. Once he’s satisfied with his work, having left small bruises to your soft, plush thighs, he pulls your panties to the side, groaning when he sees how wet you are. 

“Look at you, already so wet for me.”

Junho leans in, placing his tongue on your wetness and taking a lick. You reach out to grab him, running your hand through his hair before settling and gripping at his hair, feeling yourself getting lost in the feeling. He could feel his dick leaking and twitching in his pants, loving the feeling of you grabbing at him and enjoying how quickly he could undo you in minutes. He doesn’t take a second to slow down, eating you out in the ways he knew you liked. Moving his tongue up and down, he takes in your taste while moaning against your cunt, the vibrations of his voice causing your pussy to clench around nothing. You were in desperate need for him to fill you up, but his tongue was doing wonders against you. Swirling his tongue around, he can feel you getting sensitive, feeling how you instinctively start to pull away from him. Realizing, he grabs your waist with his hands and pulls your body closer to his face. 

Continuing to swirl his tongue around, he takes a long, wet lick up your slit before he focuses his attention on your clit. Sucking on it, he feels like he's about to cum just looking at you as your eyes roll back, your back arches on his desk, and how your breasts pop out more out your chest. He hadn’t even realized you had unbuttoned your shirt and taken out your breasts. 

Moaning at the site, he lets his mouth come off you with a loud, wet pop. Your panting only fueled him to keep making you feel good with his attention. Leveling himself, he takes a long lick from your lower belly all the up your chest before he takes one of your nipples into his mouth while looking up at you, sucking on it like he was hungry to take as much of you in as he could. The view of him under your eye sight, him giving all his attention with his eyes looking up at you through his lashes with praise and admiration, you feel yourself starting to remember how good your husband had become in pleasing you during your time together. Before you can even catch your breath, Junho takes one of his hands to your breast, massages it with his palm. His other hand makes its way down to your now dripping pussy, barely hovering over it before you start grinding yourself against his fingers. 

He was intoxicated with your noises of pleasure and the taste of you. The sight of you coming undone in front of him on his desk, your legs spread open and your pussy dripping for him made him think about all the other dirty things he wanted to do to you. Taking his lips off your now raw and exposed nipple, he easily thrusted his fingers into you from how wet you were. Your eyes are closed, so you can’t see the way Junho is looking at you, but his stare is all set on your now. He checks you out, he couldn’t believe he had let you, his wife, go this long without this kind of attention. You were, to him, the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, and now you were here, on his desk, moaning his name. Leaning forward he kisses your jaw and makes his way to your ear, taking in how your mouth is opened due to all the sensations you were feeling. 

“Look at you, sitting here so pretty for me. Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

You hum in response, only being able to concentrate on his fingers and how he curled his fingers inside of you. He chuckles, showing off the smile that drove you crazy. By now, you’re a mess, and Junho doesnt think he can wait any longer. You’re sitting on his desk, legs spread out and your chest completely exposed. Before you can even think about something to say, Junho removes his fingers instead of you, much to your disappointment. You watch as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them. 

You had forgotten how crazy Junho could make you. 

By now, your pussy is throbbing, and you feel the need for Junho to be inside you. Junho can’t ignore the tightness in his pants anymore, and he quickly moves to remove his shirt from off his body. You watch as his lower stomach is exposed, to his chest, until he no longer has his shirt on anymore. His abs are as defined as always, but you still reach out to feel him up all the way up to his chest. Junho is no longer in the mood for teasing or simple touches, he needed to feel himself inside of you. 

Finally reaching for his pants, you look down to see how he takes off his pants and boxers in a swift motion down to his ankles, his dick springing free. Junho was your husband, so obviously you had slept with him before. But after going this long without sex, you stare in awe at his dick, red and leaky. You knew he was big, but you didn’t remember him being that big. 

“This is what you do to me, baby.” Junho takes his own hand down to his own member, stroking it while you watch him. Junho grabs your chin, guiding you to look at him. There’s a gloss in your eyes, and he knows he has you right where he wants you to be, needy for him. 

“Are you going to be a good for me, mh? Are you gonna let me make you feel good?”

A whiny mhm comes out your mouth. You'd be whatever he wanted you to be. A good girl comes out his lips before he’s flipping you over on his desk, grabbing your waist and pulling your ass up to give him access to stick his cock inside of you. You whine softly, pushing your ass back into him, feeling desperate for him to fill you up. The hardness of his cock against you is making you excited, and Junho can’t help but take in the sight of you in front of him. The plumpness of your ass against his cock only makes him feel more and more turned on. His head is now red and needy for you. Junho slaps his cock against your ass before he guides it into your folds, letting your dripping pussy get all over him. He grips your ass at the feeling before Junho thrusts himself into you, and he can’t stop himself from praising you. 

A long drawn out fuck comes out his lips at the same time you let a sensual sound come out your lips. You knew Junho didn’t like you being quiet. You knew he wanted to hear how good he was making you feel.  

Junho, on the other hand, let out a sound of pleasure at the sound feeling of you around him. He hadn’t been inside you for a while now, and he can’t believe how he could've gone this long without feeling your pussy around him. 

“Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good.”

You’re too concentrated on the feeling of Junho finally stretching you out that you almost don’t hear him. He knows you're out of it too, seeing how you don’t react to his praise. Leaning forward, he grabs your chin, turning your head to kiss you before he stops milli inches from your lips. You whine, leaning forward to kiss him before he pulls back. 

“My pretty girl, you like that? How I make you feel?” 

You let out a breathy yes, and suddenly, you feel yourself holding back screams. Junho, being your husband, knows all the squishy spots inside of you that make you go crazy, and he was making sure he filled you up exactly the way he knew you liked, the way he knew would make you cum on his dick. His office is filled with the slaps of his balls hitting your ass, and Junho now has his hands on your waist, pulling you in harder and harder back to his cock. He watches the way your ass bounces on him. The way his hands fit perfectly into the curves of your body, the way he fits inside your pussy, the way your moaning his name makes him swear to himself that you must have been made exactly for him. 

He’s stretching you out perfectly, making sure he fills you up as much as he can. You feel so good, so fucked out. You had missed this feeling so much. 

You bent over his desk, so exposed, and with your shared boss only a few doors down, you feel so dirty knowing how you loved to do it with Junho in scandalous places. You remember back to the days the two of you had been cops together, and how the both of you patrolling the same nights would end in you riding Junho in the driver seat. You couldn’t help yourself, you loved a man in uniform. 

You knew Junho wouldn’t let himself cum until you did, so you let yourself get lost in the pleasure he was giving you and the sound of his grunts until you start feeling that tightness in your womb. Junho sees how you instinctively start rocking yourself more against his cock, and he knows you're close to finishing.  

“That’s it, gorgeous. Come on my cock, baby.” 

The stretching in your pussy, the name calling, the sounds of Junho moaning your name was the perfect combination, enough to send you into your release. Junho watches as your grip at the edge of his desk. You let out a moan, calling out for him as he feels your pussy clench around him and your wetness increases. He feels himself slipping in and out of you faster, and he feels his ego rise knowing that he had made you finish as strongly as you did.  

You feel Junho’s stroke starting to get sloppy, and you feel his grip starting to become tighter around your waist. He slaps your ass, and your ass perks up at the feeling. Reaching out for him while he stood behind you, you run your hand against his chest, and Junho doesn’t think he can take your touch and the feeling of him ramming himself into you at the same time. 

“Come for me, handsome. I’ve been a good girl. I want to feel you come inside of me.”

Junho can’t stop himself from being affected by your words, and the warmth you suddenly feel inside of you lets you know he was filling you up with his cum. You groan at the feeling, loving how his seed fills you up. 

Junho pants from his spot behind you, and you lay yourself down on his desk, trying to compose yourself as well. You’re so sensitive, but you feel so much euphoria all over your body. Junho, seeing as you're not moving, bends down and kisses you up your back, knowing how sensitive you are to the feeling. Your back aches again at the feeling.  

“Fuck, baby. Mhm. You make me feel so good.”

Junho chuckles, leaning forward a bit more to kiss your cheek. 

“I promise to always make sure to take care of my girl.”

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[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ do you think you’d kill for me, one day? ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ hwang in-ho x player!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! there is also a part one to this imagine, playing dangerous!

˚ ༘♡ the room plunged into darkness, and the air grew heavy with anticipation. bursts of violet and rose-red light erupted like fireworks, each pulse brighter and more jarring than the last. the lights burned into your retinas, blinding and relentless, painting the room in frantic, chaotic hues. shadows danced wildly across the walls, twisting and writhing as if they were living things. a smooth, mechanical voice rang out, tranquil and serene, “two.”

˚ ༘♡ you could feel your heart hammering in your chest, each beat echoing louder in your ears than the voice itself. your eyes scanned the chaos, flicking from face to face, desperate to make sense of it all. young-il, player 001, had already pieced it together. there were only fifty rooms, but one hundred and twenty-six people remained. at most, one hundred players would survive.

˚ ༘♡ suddenly, everything moved in a rapid blur. young-il, who had been quietly explaining what he believed would happen, was no longer talking. his hand shot out, gripping yours with a force that left no room for hesitation. his touch was steady, commanding, and before you could even process what was happening, he was pulling you forward. there was no time to think, no time to question.

˚ ༘♡ your feet stumbled beneath you as he dragged you through the chaos. panic gripped your chest and clawed without mercy, your breaths coming in searing, shallow bursts. ahead, a yellow door loomed like a shelter in a storm, sanctuary, a chance of survival. sweat trickled down your temple, stinging your eyes, as the two of you surged toward it. so close. you were so close.

˚ ༘♡ then the blow came.

˚ ༘♡ it was sudden, vicious, and it knocked the air from your lungs in an instant. a sharp, heavy kick to your stomach sent you sprawling to the cold, unforgiving floor. pain exploded through your abdomen, radiating outward until it felt like your entire body was on fire. you gasped, choking on the air that refused to return to your lungs. blinking through tears, you managed to look up. a tall, wiry figure stood over you, player 285. his face was set in stone, his eyes harsh and callous. you were nothing to him. just another obstacle to trample over.

˚ ༘♡ pain fogged the edges of your vision, but fear kept you moving. trembling, you tried to push yourself up, your arms weak and shaking beneath you. the countdown timer echoed in your mind like a death knell, each second slipping away faster than the last. a sinking realization clawed its way into your thoughts, you might not make it. the notion wrapped itself around your chest, squeezing until it was hard to breathe.

˚ ༘♡ young-il was at the door now, his moderate frame blocking the entrance as player 285 lunged at him, desperate to get inside. young-il didn’t waver. with a strength you hadn’t seen in him since he bludgeoned players 230 and 124, he wrenched the metal door open wider and grabbed player 285 by the collar. his grip was iron, unyielding. in one swift motion, he threw the man backward into the frenzied crowd, far from the door.

˚ ༘♡ “go!” he barked, his voice cutting through the chaos. the authority in his tone sent a jolt through you, and your legs moved on instinct. you scrambled to your feet and stumbled into the yellow room, the door slamming shut behind you. relief should have washed over you, but it didn’t.

˚ ༘♡ the room was drenched in horror. the walls and floor were streaked with blood, its metallic scent sharp in the air. in the corner, a man, player 343, sat quivering. his eyes were wide with terror, his hands twitching uncontrollably as he stared at you and young-il.

˚ ༘♡ young-il leaned against the door, his chest rising and falling heavily. the muffled shouts and pounding fists of player 285 echoed from the other side, but they barely registered. there were three of you in the room. the rules were clear. only two could stay. someone had to leave, or none of you would walk out alive.

˚ ༘♡ “please… please, we were here first…” the man stammered, his voice weak and desperate. his hands clutched at the wall as if it could somehow shield him. he made no move to fight, his stout body rooted to the spot.

˚ ༘♡ your gaze went to the countdown timer. twelve seconds. the world seemed to shrink, the weight of the moment pressing down on you in a suffocating fog of despair. your voice broke as you turned to young-il. “i’ll go,” you whispered. “if i don’t… we’ll all die.”

˚ ༘♡ the words tasted bitter, wrong. every fiber of your being screamed against the thought of stepping outside, of waiting to be executed in cold blood. but what choice did you have? standing there, all three of you frozen in fear, would only ensure everyone’s death.

˚ ༘♡ young-il’s face remained unreadable, his dark eyes blank as he stared at the man in the corner. then, with an abruptness that made your stomach drop, he moved.

˚ ༘♡ in a single fluid motion, young-il lunged at player 343. before you could process what was happening, his arm locked around the man’s neck in a crushing grip. player 343 thrashed, his limbs flailing wildly as he clawed at young-il’s arms, his face distorted in a mask of pure terror.

˚ ༘♡ your breath caught in your throat as you watched. the man’s struggles grew weaker, his movements slowing, until they stopped entirely. the sound of his neck snapping echoed through the small room, sharp and sickening.

˚ ༘♡ yet it wasn’t solely the act itself that made your stomach churn. it was young-il’s face. his expression was not cold or cruel, it was empty. hollow. there was no anger, no remorse, not even determination. merely a terrifying absence, as though he had flicked a switch and turned off everything human inside him.

˚ ༘♡ player 343’s body slumped to the floor, lifeless. the timer hit zero. the strobing lights stopped, and the door unlatched with a hiss. outside, the metallic scraping of corpses being dragged away filled the air, accompanied by blaring gunshots.

˚ ༘♡ you turned away, bile rising in your throat. your body shaking as you pressed yourself against the wall, unable to shake the image of the man’s lifeless eyes, his neck bent at an unnatural angle.

˚ ༘♡ “are you alright?” young-il’s voice was soft now, almost tender. you flinched at the sound, your mind unable to reconcile the concern in his tone with the monstrous act you had witnessed seconds prior.

˚ ༘♡ you forced yourself to nod, though the movement felt feigned. “yes… yes, forgive me.” your voice was shaky, but you tried to steady it. “i’m not used to… to seeing things so shocking.”

˚ ༘♡ young-il studied you for a moment, his melancholic eyes searching your face. “i frightened you,” he said simply, his voice flat.

˚ ༘♡ “you did what you had to do,” you murmured. “it’s not your fault. this game… it’s twisted. it forces us to do the unthinkable.” you glanced toward the door, unable to stop yourself from shuddering at the sight of masked guards dragging bodies through the blood-soaked corridors, leaving thick, smeared trails of scarlet ichor. “let’s go back.”

˚ ༘♡ young-il nodded and stepped out first, his broad shoulders slumping under an invisible weight. you followed, your legs heavy as you cast one last glance at player 343’s stiff, unnaturally contorted body.

˚ ༘♡ “you must understand,” young-il said as the two of you walked towards the exit. his voice was low, as though he were speaking more to himself than to you. “i didn’t do it for me. it wasn’t sadism. it was because you deserve to go home. you’re a good girl, i want to see you leave this place unscathed so you may see your loved ones again and lead a normal life. there are some who are too far gone for saving.”

˚ ༘♡ his words pierced the air between you, as if they had a tangible weight, sinking deep into your chest. you drew in a shaky breath, the lump in your throat rising as you fought to find your voice. “mr. young-il,” you called softly, barely above a whisper.

˚ ༘♡ he halted mid-step, the faint scrape of his shoe against the smooth, polished ground breaking the silence. slowly, he turned, his dark eyes locking onto yours. there was something unreadable in his gaze, something that burned quietly, akin to embers buried in ash.

˚ ༘♡ “i never thanked you,” you managed, the tremor in your voice betraying the emotion you tried to suppress. “you saved my life. i owe you my existence.”

˚ ༘♡ a shadow of a smile flickered across his face, fleeting and hollow, like the ghost of a feeling long forgotten. it never reached his eyes. “you owe me nothing,” he said, his voice low and rough, each syllable weighed down with exhaustion and something heavier, something unspoken. without another word, he turned away, his movements deliberate and slow.

˚ ༘♡ you stood still for a moment, your heart constricting painfully in your chest. the sight of his retreating figure, sent a ripple of unease and gratitude coursing through you.

˚ ༘♡ you forced yourself to follow, each step dragging as if the weight pressing on your chest had seeped into your limbs. the silence between you was stifling, so heavy it seemed to press against your ears, drowning out everything else. you longed to speak, but the words caught somewhere deep inside, trapped and unwilling to surface. so you trailed behind him, your steps hesitant and uneven, as though tethered to him by an invisible thread.

a/n: my second squid game fanfiction! i am so thankful for all the support and kind messages i received on my first hwang in-ho imagine! please let me know if you have any other requests! 🤍

[hyunsuloves]

super shy.

synopsis … squid game women with a timid s/o ꨄ︎.

pairings … se-mi, sae-byeok, no-eul, jun-hee, ji-yeong, hyun-ju x fem!reader (separately)

warnings … fem reader, non game au, and a few are maybe ooc?

lovely notes … two posts in two days, we rejoice again!

꩜ [ 855 words ]

se-mi / player 380 is the polar opposite of you. while you’re timid, she’s a very assertive woman who isn’t apprehensive about expressing herself.

if needed, she’d speak up or defend you from someone without a second thought. she often finds herself doing simple things like ordering your food for you or speaking for you in awkward social settings.

she finds your timidness cute at times, like when you shy away from her compliments.

“hey, you look pretty with your hair down.” “oh, thank you se-mi. it looks, like, average.” “be honest, you look stunning with it down. you should wear it like that more, pretty.”

the way she was able to fluster you every time will never get old to her. she loved to say flirty things for the hell of it, and to of course catch you off guard.

she has a habit of including you in whatever conversation she’s having, whether she realizes she’s doing it or not. it’s more of a subconscious doing of hers. though, she knows when and when to not drag you into discussions of hers.

she hates to see someone targeting you, especially if they know your shy personality. she steps in without a second thought to handle the situation for you.

sae-byeok / player 067 is alike to you in many ways. she never makes an effort to put herself out there unless completely necessary.

in social situations, she doesn’t mind stepping in and doing most of the communication for you.

she’s the first to defend you if someone tests you, because how dare someone come to you when they’re aware of your timidness? especially in her presence?

“hey, i got you. lemme know if they say something to you again.” “it’s fine. i can handle my own, sae-byeok.” “mhm. you better tell me.”

she coaxes you to keep to yourself rather than speak out. weirdly enough, she likes being the only person you trust enough to be vocal around. she likes the dependency.

no-eul / guard 011 doesn’t exactly lack courage or confidence, she just isn’t an outspoken woman. she keeps to herself most of the time, similar to you.

similar to se-mi, she likes to fluster you at every waking moment. she enjoys seeing the bashful look on your face whenever she constantly compliments you.

while she encourages you to speak up for yourself more often than not, she doesn’t mind stepping in for you.

“hey, defend yourself next time.” “i was planning to. you just.. beat me to it.” “whatever you say.”

she knows how you struggle to express yourself, but she teases you nonetheless. it’s all in good faith, though. she knows when you’ve reached your limits.

jun-hee / player 222 is similar to you in numerous ways. while she isn’t exactly timid, she doesn’t find herself speaking out in a lot of situations.

if it comes down to it, she’ll speak for you without a doubt. but if she knows you can handle your own, she’d leave you to it.

she frequently teases you for how bashful you are, as if she isn’t so similar to you.

“you’re so shy, so quiet.” “jun-hee, please shut up.” “oh, so she does speak?”

the two of you can often sit in silence for hours on end, basking in the presence of one another. you don’t speak many words because the solace between you two is more than enough.

she’s the perfect person to be around if you find serenity in quiet rather than deafening settings.

ji-yeong / player 240 is a bright difference from you. she’s very bubbly, outspoken, and animated.

you two look like an unlikely couple, like opposites that people wouldn’t expect to be together. but ji-yeong is adamant about the idea that opposites attract.

if needed, she can always speak up for you. as odd as it sounds, she enjoys speaking up for you when you’re in a non-verbal state.

“hey, want me to speak for you?” “ji-yeong, as much as i love you, i need to speak up for myself.” “okay.. but please take me up on my offer in the future.”

she feels a sort of protectiveness around you. given you’re her partner, but especially with your shy nature. it’s like a need to shield you from anything and anyone.

hyun-ju / player 120 is quite the contrast, as she was never really nervous or bashful. she asserts herself in most circumstances, unlike yourself.

she stands up for you without hesitation, mainly because she knows firsthand what it’s like to be belittled by others.

she’s been in so many situations in which others have degraded her so she knows how to deal with it easily.

“come to me if they say something else to you, yeah?” “of course. thank you so much, hyun-ju. i don’t know what i’d do without you.” “don’t mention it.”

even though it’s hard to believe, you’re able to fluster her rather than the other way around. any lovey-dovey thing you say has her gone.

she enjoys sitting in silence with you, just like jun-hee. comfortable tranquility with someone she cherishes cannot be beaten.

[whorelaud]

summary bsf!reader rides Jun-ho to take his mind off things, and make him forget all his pain and worries   warnings; smut, unprotected p in v, praise (?) 

"There you go," Jun-ho whispered, trailing chaste kisses to the blade of your shoulder, all whime muffling a whine out as you rolled your hips down, filling your soaked cunt with his throbbing length. 

You couldn't sit back and do nothing, watch while your friend was clearly struggling to get his mind off things, immediately continuing off the mission to find his brother the moment he regained consciousness; as he stirred out of the coma. 

Lust would take over, after you slyly, but hastily offered to distract him off his thoughts, the suggestion tempting him in a way, agitating new emotions inside him. Now, here you were, riding him as he pressed your hips down with the hands to your sides, struggling to hold himself back, and protect the barrier of your friendship. 

"Fuck, Jun-ho." You moaned through a breath, head finding the crook of his neck, burrying your nose in there as you took in the sensation of his musky scent, intoxicating your senses each time you took a whiff. "'That helps?"

"Yes, fuck, fuck, yes." Jun-ho replied through hooded eyes, desperately cupping one of your tits in his hands, and squeezing the plush flesh in between his fingers. His thumb rolled over your nipple, grunting as it hardens from the gesture, goosebumps immediately breakimg out across your chest. "Such a good girl, makin' me feel good, huh?" 

You hummed, fingernails digging to the skin around his shoulders, hard enough to leave bruises, and hell, did it drive you crazy, knowing the latter would be left with red marks freckled to his back. 

You clenched around him, thrusts growing sloppy as your climax built up, indicating you were close. Jun-ho took notice of the situation, tilting his head back as you tangled your digits through his locks, muffling out a mewl when his teeth grazed over your throat, planting a soft kiss afterwards to soothe away any pain. 

"Come for me, pretty girl." He hushed out, cock pulsing inside you, suddenly aware that this was you, his best friend, and no one else. The thought drove him over the edge, shooting up as he fucked you throw your orgasm, causing you tremble in his hold once you announced your own orgasm. 

Jun-ho painted your walls white with his cum, the warmness of his sperm filling up your insides. You relaxed in his arms, coming down from your high, your breathes heaving through the air.  

"Maybe we should do this often." Jun-ho whispered, stifling out a teasing laugh. 

"Mhm, maybe we should, friend." 

a/n i rushed this is so bad sorry 😣 wi ha joon is so fine tho my man 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[sweetfictionalworld]

Good Girl

Pairing: Hwang In-ho / Front Man x Female Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Daddy Kink, Age-gap.

Requested by anon: Request for just some old fashion smut?? In-ho x fem!Reader. Maybe some age gap, praise,...daddy kink...just an idea.

Summary: You're a servant for the VIPs. One of them is getting a little too close, and The Front Man steps in and handles the situation. Little do you know, The Front Man wants you for himself...

Author's notes: I'm always a sucker for some good, old fashion daddy kink 😉 Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like it ♡

It wasn't easy serving the VIPs, but it was a chance for you to make some more money. It was your third time at the games working as one of the circle guards and your second time as a waiter. The higher ranks made more money than you, but you didn't have the stomach for killing. It was bad enough to clean up the scene after a game.

You examined yourself in the mirror before putting on the black mask. You didn't really feel comfortable in the black, lace bodysuit and high heels you were forced to wear. The VIPs were always a little too touchy for your comfort, but it was something you had to endure.

You took a deep breath before you entered the VIP room with a tray of drinks in your hand.

"Well, look who it is! Our hot, little bunny!" the older man in the tiger mask cheered as you walked into the room. The other VIPs joined in and you could feel their gazes glued to your body as you walked past them.

"The game will start momentarily."

The Front Man's voice made you turn, your stomach flipping at the sight of him in his dark-grey outfit and black mask. There was something about him you found utterly attractive. Perhaps, it was the mystery of what he looked underneath that mask? Or maybe, it was that dark, sexy voice of his?

"Come here, bunny! I want a drink!" yelled the man in the tiger mask. Pulled out of your thoughts, you went over to the VIP. He smiled up at you from beneath his mask.

"Damn, I've missed this fine ass!" he bellowed and slapped your ass, boomed with laughter when you gasped and nearly dropped your tray.

"Why don't you serve the others and then you come back to sit next to me, huh? I want my little bunny close to me," he grinned.

You were glad he couldn't see the repulsive expression on your face. After doing what he said, you returned to the VIP, who pulled you down next to him.

"How old are you, bunny?" he asked, licking his lips as his eyes traveled down to your breasts.

"25, Sir."

"Oh, nice...I like my meat young and firm. How about you serve me personally now, huh?" The VIP chuckled and roughly cupped your tit. You let out a shocked gasp and grabbed his wrist to try and pull him away. You struggled against him, but it only seemed to spur him on.

The VIP chuckled loudly. "I like girls who are a little fiesty."

Suddenly, his hand was pulled away and you stared up at the Front Man standing there with the VIPs arm in his hand.

"No sexual activities unless the servants agrees. The Host's rules. Do you agree, number 5?" he asked, turning his attention towards you.

You stared at him in surprise. He knew your guard number?

You shook your head. "No, Sir."

The Front Man let go of the VIPs arm. "You heard her. She doesn't want you. So, how about we return to what you're really here for. The Game."

The VIP glared at him but knew there was nothing he could do to but obey the Host's rules, so he just nodded.

"Good." The Front Man returned his attention to you.

"Stand up, number 5."

You did as he ordered, holding your gaze to the floor. His intimidating presence and the closeness of his body made you feel so very small and subservient. He lifted your chin, holding it with his forefinger and you stared up at his blank, black mask while holding your breath.

"Continue serving them food and drinks. He won't bother you anymore."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," you whispered and bowed.

In-ho watched as you walked away to get more food and drinks, his gaze panning down to the roundness of your ass. There was another reason he had stopped the VIP. He didn't want your pussy ruined by that old man's cock before he fucked you himself.

The game was over for this time and the VIPs had left. You remained in the room, tidying the last things up before it was time to leave and return home. The money you'd made after your third time was enough to pay off your debts. You didn't have to return for another game.

"You're still here."

Startled by the voice, you looked up and stared at the Front Man, your eyes widening when you realized you'd taken your mask off.

"Don't worry. The game is over for this time. No need to cover our faces. Besides, there's only you and I here," he said and took off his mask.

You stared at him as he approached you with a small smirk playing on his lips. He was a handsome man, no doubt about it, maybe in his fifties. His dark-brown eyes had a twinkle of cruelness and playfulness in them that made your belly flutter as his gaze traveled down your body.

"Do you agree?"

At first you frowned, didn't know what he meant. Then, it dawn on you and your eyes widened as you stared at him breathlessly and nodded.

"I need you to say it."

"Y-Yes, Sir. I agree."

"Good girl." The Front Man smirked and leaned down to your ear, inhaling your scent. A growl of appreciation rumbled in his chest, and the sound along with his hot breath on your skin caused a trail of goosebumps down your body. You couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe how quickly your body was responding to his touch. The Front Man's finger slid down the nape of your neck, sending another wave of goosebumps down your skin. A keen whimper slipped from your lips and you became shamefully aware of the arousal pooling between your thighs. The Front Man growled at the sound coming from your lips, his hand landing on your waist.

"I can see your arousal in your eyes, little one," he growled, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips, coaxing an embarrassed moan from your lips.

His hand found its way underneath your lace bodysuit, two of his long fingers slipping between your soft folds and into your wet, spongy core. You gasped and grabbed his arms as his fingers stretched you out.

"So wet and tight," Front Man mumbled and started moving his fingers inside you, grunting at the squishing sounds your pussy was making. His cock jerked at the feeling of your wetness, twitching, and hardening to life, eager to fill your tight, little cunt to the brim.

"Oh fuck," you gasped at the feeling of his fingers thrusting into you.

"Such foul words coming from such a sweet, little thing," Front Man chuckled, the sound vibrating through your core. "Tell me, little one...Do you crave my cock inside you?" At the last word, he pushed his fingers deeper inside you, pushing against your g-spot and you screamed out in pleasure.

"Y-Yes Daddy! Please, yes!" you whimpered, tears welling up in your eyes as he repeatedly thrust his fingers into you at a rapid pace.

"Daddy, huh? I like that," Front Man smirked and took out his fingers from your pussy. "Undress for me."

Cheeks flushed with heat, you obeyed him and pulled down the straps of your bodysuit, slowly wriggling out of the tiny piece of clothing, leaving you naked in only your high heels.

"Gorgeous," was all he said and kneaded the soft flesh of your tits, felt the weight of them in his hands, and rubbed his thumbs across your nipples that hardened at his touch.

"P-Please, Daddy...," you begged, bit your lip at the feeling of your pussy aching and clenching desperately to be filled.

Front Man snickered. "So desperate for Daddy's cock, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes...please Daddy..."

He chuckled at your desperation. "Get down on your hands and knees."

You obeyed on trembling legs, gasped when he grabbed your hips with both hands, pulling your ass up in the air. Then, you heard the unzipping of his slacks and felt him at your entrance, slowly pushing the bulbous head between your fold and into the tight hole of your pussy. Your eyes widened, breath coming out in short gasps through your parted lips.

In-ho groaned in pleasure when the head of his cock suddenly popped inside your warm, wet entrance. At that point, he couldn't control himself anymore. Grabbing your hips harder, he bucked his hips against your ass, pushing his cock into you halfway before pulling back.

You cried out, back arching and head thrown back as his cock stretched you out more than you thought was possible. Then, he thrust forward again and you screamed a silent moan, realizing he had only been halfway inside you and he was now fully seated in your womb.

"Feels so good...you're doing so well, little one, taking Daddy's cock," he crooned, almost lovingly, as he started a slow and gentle pace of fucking you. Your vision got blurrier with each of his thrusts, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. Soon, your mind became dazed and numbed, and a smile spread across your lips when all you cared about was how absolutely divine his cock felt inside you. You could feel the pressure building in your core with each thrust, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. Then, Front Man suddenly pulled out and you whined at the loss of contact, of feeling so empty inside.

Front Man positioned himself above you, on his hands and feet as he pushed inside you again, his frame hovering above yours as he thrust into you. You moaned when he pushed back into you again, smiled as you looked up at him over your shoulder. You looked into his eyes and held his gaze as he quickened the pace once more, rapidly shoving his dick inside you over and over until your senses were overflowing.

Front Man looked back into your eyes as he slammed into you hard and fast, rougher with each thrust. The slapping sounds filled the room, blending with your high-pitched moans and the Front Man's grunts above you. The pressure in your belly intensified and finally erupted just as you felt the Front Man pump into you a final time, burying himself deep inside you as he came. His cock twitched inside you and the feeling of his seed pulsing into you brought you swiftly over the edge.

"Daddy, I'm coming!" you cried out, your pussy clenching and milking every last drop out of him as your orgasm rippled through your body.

"Fuck!" Front Man groaned and threw his head back, his loud, guttural growl echoing between the walls as he emptied the last of his seed inside your belly. You collapsed onto the floor, panting for air and your body becoming limp as you felt his cum flow out of you.

In-ho stood above you with a smirk on his lips, watching as his cum created a white river on the floor between your thighs.

"You're mine now," he muttered quietly and out of breath as he picked up your exhausted body and laid you down on one of the VIP couches. You smiled tiredly and looked up at him through heavy eyelids.

"Yours, Daddy. Forever."

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

One hell of a team | In-ho x Wife!Reader |

Summary: You will follow your husband anywhere.

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Violence - Different back story for In-ho - Blood - Death - Use of (Y/N) - Reader gets called "love" -

The Frontman, the man with the most power within the island, to who the guards obey without question.

Was currently trembling under his wife pointed look.

"You want to enter the games?" You asked him, your tone cold and almost jugdmental.

In-ho calmed himself down. It was an idea that stayed with him after the death of the Chairman and even more with how player 456 had insisted the last two years in finding them. He had played before and won, he knew how terrible others could be, he had walked out like a new man, used the money for himself and you. Never really gave much thought on how many lives were lost.

But, for some reason he wanted to go again.

"Im going with you"

His glass of wishky fell onto the floor, the loud crash did nothing to bother you while you ate.

"No, thats not happening. I need you here to control the games and guards" In-ho started trying to get a valid reason to why you defenetly should not come.

"Oh, you need me to? Well I need you here. With me. With our family. How do you think I would do seeing you there ? I still remember how you got when you came back from these the first time"

"That was different" The Frontman said taking a deep breath "I wont be just one more player, it will be like when the Chairman went in"

"That still does not ease my mind" (Y/N) responded "Till death do us a part and follow you anywhere" you recited showing him your weeding ring. "Remember?"

In-ho felt his chest got thight at the sight and the memory of the small yet full of love weeding you two had back when life was more simple.

"Alright, you can come with me. Its not like you would wait for my approval" he responded smiling at the end "But no one must know that we are married, you understand that ?" He added now serious

"Of course, its what makes more sense, we will just casually meet there and see how it plays" You nodded to him "And please, better clean up that glass before someone steps on it"

"On it, love"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

For the most part pretending not to know each other was easier than expected. While you knew the guards knew who you two were you were still a bit scared. Specially during the green and red light, since both of you had got separated and now you were froze in your spot.

"You need to move" In-ho said from behind his arm playing along "Follow me in the next sing, alright? Just take my hand"

"Im scared, im sorry" You said feeling guilty over wanting to be there with him and starting to fail on the first game no less.

"I know, I was too. But im here, just follow me"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

You had to hide your smirk when he pressed the circle to go on with the games, you knew he would do it just to piss off Player 456 and make things more cahotic.

He went with the rest and stood besides you trying himself not to smile at you.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The first approach to Gi-huns team was tense to say the least. You two had voted circle and even worse In-ho had been the vote that ended the tie.

But with his own charisma and yours you two got to be on his good side.

Till In-ho decided to talk, really you sometimes forgot who sassy he could be.

"And some picked umbrella?" He asked faking suprise when he had seen it on first hand. "Most of them died I assume"

You could see the look on player 456 and decided to be more sensitive

"Hey, dont be like that. Im sure they went in blind and did not know what it was about" You said keeping a safe distance so no one would think you two were together or knew each other before the games.

In-ho was having too much fun.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

That first night they both were in their respective beds. Still keeping their false relationship. However once (Y/N) was sure all were asleep she went towards In-ho who was awake like he knew she would be coming to him.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a whisper, worried that for her this would be too much.

"Im fine, I wanted to see if you were fine"

He nodded not saying a thing but taking her hand.

"Also, I saw you break that fight, really ? When did you even learn to do that ?" This made him smile and hold her hand thighter "Really! I only see you in your office all the time"

"You think I would come in here without knowing how to defend myself or you?"

She smiled at him, blushing in the dark. "No....I just thought all you did was be in your office and give orders"

In-ho rolled his eyes "Just wait till we are out of here, i will show you just how fit im"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The six legs game was both a chaos and funny. Honeslty you could not help yourself on hugging him and player 456 (who was slowly getting on your soft side) as you saw a team win.

However the shoots that came for these who did not survive were too much. You would swear In-ho gave the guards a cold stare because you would flinch sometimes.

"Hey, dont worry they wont shoot the ones who havent played" Player 456 reassured you with a calm tone

You nodded, knowing that even if you lost they wont shoot you or In-ho. It was still sweet to see him trying to calm you down.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Not a word" He said during the night when you two were able to talk again.

"I was not going to say a thing, but you did in on purpose or were you really missing ?"

In-ho closed his eyes knowing you would later get the recording of him missing during the game and use it against him.

"It was all planned" he said trying to sound as convincing as he could.

"Whatever you say Honey"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The game of making pairs gave you nausea because of the carousel kept spinning around. And the rounds were stress again. The worse part was getting separated from In-ho who find you seeing how two players were dragging you so they could have the number they needed.

You havent see him get that angry in years, his protective self being on as he pulled one from the neck and punched the other one.

He kept punching almost forgetting there was a game you two were supposed to play.

"Leave him we still need two more" You urged only for a guard to shove two confused and scared players besides you and In-ho.

"We got them" He assured getting your hand and going to one room.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"In-ho!! (Y/N)!!" The worried screams of Gi-hun filled the place as he looked for both of you.

Even if he had promised to try and dont get attached to new players and survive he could not help but feel a connection with both of you.

"Gi-hun!" In-ho's voice called making him look over and see him coming towards the rest with you by hand something that made him curious but decided not to ask.

"Im glad to see you two alright" Gi-hun said seeing just a few bruises on you, and noticing blood on In-ho knuckles.

You catched his eyes and went to explain "He saved me" you told the rest looking at them then at In-ho who was looking back at you "I would have not made it otherwise"

The look of love you two shared was so genuine, some wonder if you two were together but trying to be discrete to protect yourselfs.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"They will most likely attack us tonight" Gi-hun explained as he showed the fork the guards had left when the food was given.

The idea only assented itself when the men returned from the bathroom, with blood on them. 

"And what do you propouse us to do?" In-ho asked all of the Xs were in a circle trying to listen to what Gi-hun had to say.

Gi-hun told the others his plan, honestly you thoguht it was nusts, it wont work. They were far suprassed on numbers but you had to shut yourself up.

You could tell your husband was both amazed by it and even kind of respecting it. Or at least that what he showed to him. He needed Gi-hun's trust after all.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Hide well" In-ho said besides you in a low tone "We can trust the guards but till they get here we cant trust the others"

You nodded knowing that very well since this was a typical phase of the game for years.

"We will be safe" You said holding his shoulder. "Do what you have to do, dont worry about me" You tried to make him feel at ease but he could not. The only thing that scared him more than anything were the other players trying to get to you.

"Just hang in there" He responded his forehead against yours.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The fight was on its hot spot. The players were killing each other without a second thought.

Nothing like living it, even if you have seen this type of thing multiple times. Its was unnerving to see them just going at each others troath. The screams and cries were too much for a moment, the dark did nothing to help.

Thats when you felt it. Someone had dragged you out from under the bed and was now on top of you. You saw the player move their left hand ready to Strike at you. You tried to punch and defend yourself but the person on top was too strong.

A cold scream left your mouth as the fork pierced your shoulder.

You could not help it, the adrenaline and anxiety was getting on you.

"In-ho! In-ho help me please" You screamed for him, your husband the love of your life.

"Shut up, the next one will be your neck" The person said and for a moment you saw it. Dying in here and leaving In-ho.

Till you felt the person being pushed and the screams of them. You blinked trying to make sense.

It was In-ho, he had taken the fork from the player and was now piercing the neck of the player, not even leaving a chance for them to survive.

"GO HIDE NOW!!" In-ho ordered, he being scared himself and angry. He saw red when you were dragged and it was for the brutal grip Gi-hun had on his arm that he did not move faster.

You did as told getting under another bed and making sure no one could reach you.

"You fucking scum! How dare you lay hands on my wife" In-ho almost screamed too angry to see that the player was now dead. All his face and hands where covered in blood.

"Stop it!! They are dead, we need to continue the plan, the lights will be back soon" Gi-hun said taking him and pulling him away from the dead player.

"Get (Y/N), and be ready" Gi-hun told him trying to keep himself calm even when he was close to jump over and save you and In-ho. He wondered if he had hear it right, you were his wife?

In-ho did not waste time, searching for you in the dark till he noticed you. He went quick, pulling yourself out from the bed telling you its was him.

"Shh shh its me, its over dont cry Love" He said trying to make you feel better.

"In-ho?" He nodded and you cried harder "In-ho I was so scared"

"I know love I know, just a bit more alright? It will be over soon. Listen once the guards come in and we follow Gi-huns plan do not come. Someone will come and get you"

"Im going with you, im not leaving you in a bullet fight!"

"You know nothings gonna happen to me, I want you here, safe, alright?"

Finally you accepted.

"I love you In-ho"

"I love you too Love"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

As In-ho had said when the guards got back after the fight one took you, Player 120 tried to protest but was put back in her place by other guard.

"You are under suspect of have been part of the riot. You are now eliminated from the games"

The guard said playing his role, starting to get you out of the room while you screamed following the act.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

"Apologies Madam, orders from the Front Man" The guard said bowing once you two were outside and out of reach from the others players.

Even if you were still breathing hard you nodded. "Dont worry, just take me to him". The guard nodded.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

He knew he was needed in the control room but refused to let you alone like that. He went to your share room, his heart broke at your image, bruises and blood over you. A guard was checking your shoulder but left after he order them to.

Silence fell over both of you as he went to you and hugged you careful not to hurt your shoulder.

He removed his mask to look at you properly.

"Im sorry, I should have never let you come, I should have stopped this sooner" He said with pain in his voice

"Dont blame yourself, I told you I was going in with you. This was not your fault In-ho" You reassured him feeling sad and worried over him.

"I cant not blame myself" He gently passed his hand over your cheeck "You are the best thing in my life and I almost lost you because of my own desires, never again"

You two kissed softly grounding yourselfs. You two were safe and together nothing else matters from now. Only the love and devotion you two had for each other.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

[cheetabites]

☆彡 keep it undercover ˳༄꠶

characters: hwang in-ho / 001 / the frontman x fem intended!reader

˳༄꠶ summary: a four hundred and thirty six word oneshot of him fingerfucking you while he was undercover

tw. fingering / fingerfucking, praise, public sex, reader says stop but it’s because she’s overstimulated; everything is consensual

your back arched off the mattress as your hand slithered down to latch around his wrist. a distressed look on your face as you searched around in the barely lit space to lock eyes with him. his fingers still delving deep within your pussy despite your insistent hands.

“ ‘s too much, i can’t take anymore.”

he gave a tiny roll of his eyes before he looked down at your splayed body - your bottom half covered to avoid any prying eyes from catching sight of your glistening wetness. “i’ve only made you cum twice sweetheart, you can’t take one more for me?”

seeing your eyes flutter shut in pleasure as you attempted to shake your head caused a smirk to pull at his lips. but he relented, ready to make a compromise within the intimate moment.

a hum echoed softly in the small occupied space you two were taking up. his thumb rubbing softly against your clit. “how about you give me just one more? after this one, then you can rest. does that sound okay baby?”

with the overstimulated bliss you were feeling, you could barely comprehend his words - your brain holding nothing but fog. but you whined nonetheless. at this point, he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted anyways.

a smile appeared on his face as he watched your fight begin to dissipate, you body going slack. “there’s a good girl. you’re almost there for me, aren’t you baby? i can feel you clenching around my fingers.”

you nodded, your hands crawling back up to his sturdy shoulders. the lids of your eyes fluttering back open as you pulled him closer to your chest. a meek whimper slipping from your throat as you began to tip right over the precipice.

“there you go,” his free hand came up to stroke your hair, “let it all go for me. get my fingers all dirty, baby.”

your climax lasted only a few seconds, but the high of it drew you out to an escalated moment of pleasure. you didn’t even feel your pussy fluttering in response to his fingers slipping out or your hands falling limply off of his shoulders - just blissfully unaware of the world around you.

he wiped the white substance off on your shirt before hooking his fingers under your panties to pull them back up - your green joggers following shortly after. his breath tickling your left ear as he leaned down to whisper to your limp body, “goodnight sweetheart. sleep well.”

never leave young-il on watch when both of you are awake, noted gi-hun.

the end! i hope you enjoyed <3!

© cheetabites. don’t translate, claim or repost my works on any platform. jan 4 2025.

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

I saw on your list that you write about Gong Yoo and since there’s so little content about him out there (which honestly breaks my heart 😭), I wanted to make a small request, if you don’t mind! Maybe something where the reader is acting alongside Gong Yoo in a new romantic drama. From the very beginning, there’s something special about the way they work together. The chemistry is undeniable not just in the scenes, but also in the moments between takes. Every glance, every line exchanged feels so natural, almost as if the emotional connection between their characters is spilling over into real life. Even other cast members start to notice and tease them a bit about it, but the reader tries not to think much of it. Even though she likes him, she assumes it’s all just acting… until one day, after finishing another scene, Gong Yoo shyly asks her out on a sweet date, where he ends up confessing his feelings.

Between takes

Character: Gong Yoo/Ji-Cheol X fem!reader

Summary: It's above in the request✨️✨️

Warnings: none

The moment you stepped onto set, there was a hum in the air—something electric. Gong Yoo turned when he heard your voice, and the first thing you noticed was how warm his smile was. Professional, yes, but also… familiar in a strange way, like your hearts had known each other in another life.

Your drama was a slow romance, full of glances, lingering touches, and quiet longing. And from the very first rehearsal, the director was stunned.

“Cut,” he called one afternoon. “That was—wow. You two didn’t just read the lines. You lived them.”

You flushed, pulling back slightly from Gong Yoo’s character, whose hand was still resting lightly on your waist. He didn’t move it right away.

“Really felt that, huh?” he murmured with a crooked smile.

Between takes, it didn’t stop. Sitting beside each other during lighting resets. Laughing a little too easily over inside jokes. The way he looked at you when you weren’t speaking—like he was still in character, still completely wrapped up in you.

You tried not to read into it.

Even when the cast teased

—“Should we leave you two alone?” or “That chemistry’s not just in the script, huh?”

—you just laughed it off, heart thudding. It was probably just part of his craft. He was a professional, after all. One of the best.

Still, something about the way he looked at you didn’t feel like acting.

Then came that one night shoot. The final take of a deeply emotional scene. It ended with your character whispering something soft, vulnerable. You barely had to act. Your breath hitched for real. So did his.

“Cut!” the director called. “Perfect. Go home, get some rest!”

You stood up and turned, stretching your arms—“Hey,” Gong Yoo called after you.

You turned, and he was standing there with his hands in his pockets, suddenly shy.

“You, uh… want to get something warm to eat? Just the two of us?”

Your heart stuttered. “Like… now?”

“Yeah. There’s a late-night place near here. They’ve got the best tteokbokki.” He paused, then added, “And I’ve been meaning to tell you something. Off-camera.”

You followed him through quiet streets, the hum between you now a live wire. Over steaming bowls and casual conversation, he finally cleared his throat.

“So, I know we’re actors, and we’re supposed to make it look real…” His eyes flicked to yours, soft and nervous. “But it didn’t feel like I was acting. Not with you.”

Your spoon paused midair.

“I mean, I kept trying to tell myself it was just the script. But it wasn’t.” He looked down, then met your eyes again. “I really like you.”

The warmth that bloomed in your chest wasn’t scripted either.

You smiled. “Good. Because I like you too.”

[greengoblinswifey]

The Offer—Salesman x Fem!Reader

summary— After an encounter with the mysterious and dangerously charming salesman, you find yourself drawn to him and what begins as a simple game quickly escalates when he offers you a deal outside the Squid Game. based on this request.

warnings— sugar baby undertones, praise kink, fingering, oral(f!receiving), body worship, ass slapping, choking, unprotected sex, creampie.

The subway station felt like a dull hum in the background as you sat on a hard bench, looking at your phone. The notification from your bank app stared back at you, a harsh reminder of your poor spending choices. Shopping sprees, credit card bills, and an insurmountable amount of student loan debt weighed on you. You sighed, barely noticing the man who had taken a seat next to you until he cleared his throat.

“Rough day?” a deep, smooth voice said.

You glanced up, and your breath caught in your throat. The man was striking, his tailored suit fit perfectly, his features sharp and symmetrical, with a mischievous glint in his eyes that sent a spark of unease and intrigue down your spine.

“Uh, yeah, you could say that,” you muttered, looking away as you grew flustered.

He chuckled softly. “Well, I can help,” he said, pulling out a neat red envelope from his briefcase. “How about a game?”

“A game?” You frowned, wary but unable to deny the curiosity bubbling inside you.

He opened the envelope, revealing a stack of blue and red tiles. “Ddakji,” he explained, holding up one of the tiles. “We take turns throwing the tile to flip the other. You win, you get 100,000 won each time. You lose,” his smile widened. “I get to slap you.”

Your stomach churned at the proposal, but the thought of cash was too enticing to ignore. “Whatever,” you said, your voice shaky but firm.

The first few rounds were a blur. He was calm, composed, and terrifyingly skilled. You, on the other hand, had no idea what you were doing, your tile landing uselessly each time.

“Not your game, is it?” he teased after you failed again.

“Nah,” you replied.

He leaned closer, and you smelled his cologne, subtle but intoxicating. Instead of raising his hand to deliver the promised slap, he surprised you by tucking the envelope into your hands.

“Here,” he said, his voice low and warm. “Take my card instead.”

You blinked, staring at the card he offered. It was embossed with a phone number and a strange symbol. “What’s this?”

“For something bigger than a subway game,” he replied. His hand lingered for a moment on yours as he added, “How about I come over, and we talk a bit more? About the game, the prize, and— possibilities.”

Your heart raced as you nodded.

You led him to your apartment, your nerves heightened by his presence. He seemed so calm and confident, while you felt like a mess. Inside, he leaned against your kitchen counter, his jacket now draped over the back of a chair.

“You’re nervous,” he said, his lips curving into a small smile.

“Not nervous,” you lied, but your trembling hands gave you away.

He chuckled, taking a step closer. “You’re interesting. Most people I approach don’t look at me the way you do.”

“And how’s that?” you asked, swallowing hard.

“Like you’re trying to figure me out,” he said, his voice sending a shiver through you.

“Maybe I am,” you admitted, clutching the card tightly.

“Good,” he murmured. “Keep that curiosity. It might take you further than you think.”

You weren’t sure if it was a warning or what, but you couldn’t deny the way his presence filled the room, leaving you breathless and wanting to know more.

“You’ve got a fire in you. I like that.” His voice softened as he added, “But you don’t need to play any games to fix your problems.”

Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I could take care of you,” he said simply. He stepped even closer, the space between you closing to almost nothing. “You wouldn’t have to worry about loans, bills—anything. We could come to an arrangement.”

You blinked up at him, your heart racing. “An arrangement?”

“You’d be surprised what I’m capable of.” He reached out, brushing a stray hair from your face, his fingers lingering near your jaw. “I can take care of you in more ways than one.”

The way he said it sent heat through you. His gaze dipped to your lips again, and you found yourself leaning into his presence without even realizing it. “I’m down for that,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower. He tilted his head, his face now inches from yours. “Because I think you’ve needed someone to take care of you for a long time.”

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours, unhurried, testing the waters. The kiss deepened quickly, fueled by what had been building between you since he first approached you.

His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as his tongue teased yours, earning a soft gasp. He took the opportunity to lift you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, his hands warm and steady against your ass.

“You’re something else,” he said against your lips, his breath hot as he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His thumb brushed over your cheek, and for a moment, the intensity softened into something almost tender.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He chuckled, his forehead resting against yours. “This could be the start of something very interesting.”

And boy, you couldn’t help but agree. The kiss reignited, deeper and hotter than before. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him on the counter. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of something warm and spicy made your head swim.

“You smell incredible,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough. He pressed his nose to the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply as his lips ghosted over your skin. “Too good, really. Makes me wonder if you’re even real.”

Heat spread through your cheeks, but his words lit something inside you. “I think you’re the one who’s too good to be real,” you teased back.

“Flattery, huh? I like that. But don’t think for a second I don’t see through you.” His hand slid up your thigh, his touch warm. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he silenced you with another kiss, his teeth gently tugging at your bottom lip before pulling back to study your reaction. “No need to lie, sweetheart. I know.”

His hand ventured lower, fingers brushing over the fabric of your skirt, and he hesitated, his eyes meeting yours. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, his tone serious, despite the fire burning in his gaze.

Instead of answering, you bucked your hips into his touch instinctively, a soft gasp escaping your lips. The corner of his mouth lifted in approval. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered.

His fingers worked, finding your dripping pussy and working their magic, skilled and precise. You couldn’t help but arch into him, your head falling back against the cabinet. “Look at me,” he commanded gently, one hand cupping your jaw to bring your gaze back to his. “I want to see those pretty eyes.”

You obeyed, locking eyes with him as his fingers thrusting inside you intensified, his thumb brushing over your cheek when you whimpered softly. “That’s it,” he said, “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t form words, only nodding as waves of pleasure rolled through you. His digits curled expertly inside you, thrusting against that spongy spot that made your breath catch and your pussy throb. You thrashed and moaned, feeling practically possessed by pleasure. God, you really did need this. He probably thought you were a desperate slut. His thumb tilted your chin up slightly. “Say it,” he murmured, his tone coaxing. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” you managed, your voice shaky. “Yes, I’m—I’m your good girl.”

His grin widened. “That’s my girl.”

Your hand gripped his muscular bicep as he stared down at you, the moment so intimate. Eyes locked on yours, two finger buried inside your pussy and a thumb rubbing your clit, giving you more pleasure your little fingers could ever manage to. Saving money had prevented you from even thinking of buying a vibrator. Soft moans left your lips as he rubbed rough circles on your bundle of nerves, your pussy clenching around nothing before he plunged his fingers back inside you. He thrusted roughly and you couldn’t help but clamp around him.

When the tension inside you reached its peak, he leaned closer, his lips grazing your ear. “Cum for me. Right here, right now. I want to see you fucking cum.”

And you did, trembling against him as his fingers pushed you over the edge, your breaths coming out in stuttering gasps. His praises washed over you as he held you steady, his grip comforting.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Absolutely beautiful.”

You stayed like that for a moment, letting the quiet hum of the room wrap around you as you caught your breath.

The heat between you both heightened as his lips trailed down your neck softly. His hands gripped your waist firmly, pulling you closer on the counter. He paused, meeting your gaze with a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

“You’re addictive,” he murmured, voice rich and low. “I want to taste every part of you.”

Your breath hitched as he dropped to his knees, his hands steady on your thighs. “Can I taste you?” he asked, his tone sincere despite the hunger in his eyes.

You nodded, words escaping you entirely. His smirk deepened as he guided your legs apart, his lips brushing your inner thigh. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice soft. “And all mine.”

His tongue explored every inch of you, licking from your pelvis, then down to your clit. His focus on your clit, slurping and flicking it made your toes curl and your legs clamp around his head. He chuckled deeply, the sound sending vibrations through your body and he pried your legs open, continuing his feast.

“I’ve never seen anyone as stunning as you,” he said. “Let me take care of you.”

Each kiss on your clit and touch over your thighs sent sparks through you, and you couldn’t help the soft moans escaping your lips. He looked up, his eyes dark. “I want to hear you,” he murmured, his voice almost a growl. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear how good it feels.”

You moaned loudly, your voice trembling with emotion. “That’s my good girl,” he said. “So beautiful, my perfect girl.”

As he continued to worship you, every lick and word worked together, unraveling you completely. When you finally came, trembling with his mouth on your pussy, he held your gaze, his expression softening as he spoke.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your clit. “Don’t forget that.”

When you came down from your high, he stood, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re everything I need,” he said softly, his forehead resting against yours.

His hands gripped your hips as he lifted you slightly, settling you more securely on the counter. The warmth of his hard cock pressed against your pussy sent shivers down your spine, but his lips found yours again, slow and tender.

“Relax,” he murmured, “I’ve got you, baby.”

You exhaled shakily as he freed his hard cock moving closer. He dragged the thick, leaking tip along your folds before slowly inching inside your tight pussy. His forehead rested against yours for a brief moment, giving you time to adjust to his size. His hands were steady on your waist, his thrusts careful and slow. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft, his eyes searching yours.

“Yes,” you whispered, and he smiled.

“Good,” he said, his lips capturing yours again, deeper this time. “I’ll take care of you, always.”

The praise flowed from him effortlessly as he began pounding into you. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured against your neck, his lips trailing kisses along your skin. “So good for me. Taking my cock so well.”

Your hands tangled in his dark hair as you tilted your head back. His pace shifted, repeatedly slamming against the sweet spot inside you and his lips found yours once more. “Cum on my cock,” he said, his forehead pressed to yours. “I’ve got you. Just cum for me.”

You gripped his bicep, your pussy responding to his words as your juices soaked his cock inside you. He held you steady, his praises unrelenting. “That’s it,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to your temple. “You’re incredible, such a good girl for me.”

The moment lingered, but you didn’t let it fade completely. Instead, your shaky hands found his, as he helped you off the counter and his lips captured yours again. You guided him toward your bedroom, the two of you stumbling slightly as you moved.

“You’re mine,” he murmured between kisses, his words muffled but filled with conviction. “No one else gets you like this.”

The bedroom door swung open, and he didn’t hesitate, his hands finding your waist again as he backed you toward the bed. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered in awe.

You moved onto your hands and knees, adjusting until your back arched perfectly, drawing a low hum of approval from him.

“There we go,” he said, his hand smoothing over the curve of your spine before resting on your hip. “Just like that, absolutely perfect.”

A sharp, playful slap landed on your ass, making you jolt slightly, and he chuckled. “Couldn’t resist,” he teased, his hand soothing over the spot. “You look too good like this.”

He held onto your waist as his cock rested against your pussy. “You’ve got such a gorgeous body,” he murmured, his voice dropping as his hands roamed gently over your ass. “You don’t even realize how stunning you are, do you?”

You felt his gaze on you lingering, as you wiggled onto his cock, “That’s it, bring that ass back just like that for me. You’re so perfect.”

You met his thrusts as he rolled his hips, his cock disappearing inside your pussy. Each time he bottomed out, his cock was covered in your cream.

“Fuck, you’re really enjoying this baby,” he hummed, staring at how wet you got his shaft.

He held you steady, his hands molding to your curves, his cock brushing against your cervix with each thrust, his voice warm as he leaned closer. “You’re incredible,” he said, his breath brushing against your ear. “Every single part of you fucking especially this.” He squeezed your ass gently, his admiration clear.

He placed a soft kiss on the back of your shoulder before wrapping his hand around your neck to bring you closer so you were arching off him. His pace quickened, each thrust deep, as he held you by your neck securely in place. You arched deeper instinctively, your back pressing against his chest, and his breath warmed your ear.

“Let me hear you,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Cum for me.”

Your breaths quickened, and you couldn't help the loud moan that escaped you just as he requested. His grip was firm and his words spilled effortlessly, “That’s my good girl. You’re incredible.”

As everything built to a crescendo, you felt yourself shudder. His hand on your throat tightened slightly, steadying you through the moment. The world around you faded, leaving only his cock moving inside you, anchoring you. You were still squirting as he pounded into you and soon, you felt his sticky cum coat your walls.

When it was over, he pulled you close, his lips brushing against your temple. “You’re breathtaking,” he said softly before retreating, leaving you to catch your breath.

Moments later, he appeared with a damp cloth, cleaning you up with a care that seemed to contradict his character. He set it aside, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk that was entirely too charming.

“So,” he said casually, folding his arms, “about those bank account details.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden shift in tone. He grinned, the shine in his eyes unmistakable.

“Relax,” he added with a soft chuckle, leaning down to brush a lock of hair from your face. “I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

[catchastarorten]

—License and registration, please.

Pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x wife!fem!reader

Summary: Did you pass the speed limit? No. Did Jun-ho pull you over anyways to steal a few moments (and kisses) with you? Yes.

Content: fluff, shared kisses, a girl flirting with him but Jun-ho being very loyal, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not proofread, sorry!

Word count: ~ 1.1k

The air was cool that afternoon, sunlight glinting off the windshields of passing cars. Traffic duty wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it was steady, and after everything Jun-ho had endured chasing shadows and secrets, it wasn’t so bad. He didn’t mind the transfer. It gave him time to breathe. To be with you.

A motorcycle driving into sight caught his eyes, bringing him out of his thoughts. A man carrying a girl on the back, helmet-less.

Jun-ho approached the two as the motorcycle came to a stop, his partner—a younger, less experienced officer trailed after him.

“You’re not wearing a helmet. Your license, please.” he took out a small tablet as the man cursed, eyes full of impatience and annoyance.

“Isn’t this entrapment? Hiding to catch people is shady. You want to squeeze money out of broke citizens?” the man scoffed.

“Your license, please.” Jun-ho ignored him and extended a hand out, waiting.

The man handed over his license begrudgingly as the girl sitting behind him on the motorcycle hopped down, giving the man a reassuring pat as if saying, “I’ve got this,” before coming closer to Jun-ho.

“Look, can’t you just let us go? I’m wearing one.” she gestured to her own helmet, giving it a steady pat.

“No, ma’am.”

The girl frowned, but took a second look at him and her eyes sparkled, peering at him. “Hey, you’re really handsome!” her voice tuned into a higher pitch at her excitement, as if she found some treasure.

“I could charge you with obstruction.” Jun-ho said dryly, checking the information on the small tablet in his hand.

“You’re a tough cookie,” the girl smiled wider, taking out her phone. She snapped a few pictures, striking different poses as Jun-ho tried to avoid the camera, his head ducked low as he scanned over the information shown on the tablet. The man on the motorcycle narrowed his eyes at the sight.

As the ticket printed out from a machine strapped to Jun-ho’s vest, the girl patted his shoulder. “Come on, get in here!” she leaned closer, but he stepped away to maintain a good distance, before walking over to the man.

Jun-ho handed the ticket to the guy. “The fine for not wearing a helmet is 20,000 won. Pay it on time.”

The man snatched the ticket away as the girl continued fawning.

“What’s your number? Are you single?” she squealed.

Jun-ho blinked, momentarily taken aback, before he smirked softly and raised his hand, the band on his finger glinting in the sunlight. “Happily married,” he said simply, his voice warm.

The girl’s excitement evaporated, replaced by a pout. “Seriously? Who’s the lucky woman?”

Jun-ho didn’t answer, instead he walked back to the squad car.

The man drove off on his motorcycle, a bitterness clinging onto him. The girl was startled and chased after the guy, shouting and exclaiming and throwing her helmet at him but missing while trying to catch up, her loud curses disappearing into the distance along with the motorcycle.

Jun-ho watched the scene unfold with an amused smile, shaking his head before getting back into the squad car. His rookie partner shot him a bewildered look. “Does that happen to you a lot?”

“More than you’d think. Just ignore them,” Jun-ho replied, settling back into his seat, looking down at the band on his ring finger as his eyes softened, already missing you.

They were driving back toward their usual patrol route when Jun-ho caught sight of a familiar car in the distance. It was yours, the unmistakable silhouette of the vehicle and the way it handled the road bringing an instant smile to his face.

“Pulling over for a second,” he told his rookie partner.

“What? Why?”

Without explanation, Jun-ho sped up slightly, falling into step behind your car before flicking on the lights. You weren’t speeding—you rarely did—but you pulled your car to the side of the road obediently anyway, your indicator blinking calmly, putting the car in park.

Jun-ho stepped out of the patrol car, smoothing his uniform. His partner stayed inside, fiddling with the radio.

He walked up to your window, tapping lightly on the glass, then gestured for you to roll it down. When you turned to look at him, he saw the way your eyes flickered in recognition and affectionate annoyance. He could already feel his heart melting.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along as you pressed the button and lowered the window.

“Officer,” you said, your voice laced with playful suspicion. “What’s the problem?”

Jun-ho leaned against the frame, speaking in a serious way, though the corners of his mouth twitched. “License and registration, please.”

You scoffed. “I wasn’t speeding. You know I wasn’t speeding.”

“You were driving suspiciously… within the speed limit,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Very suspicious.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Am I really getting a ticket for obeying the law?”

“Yes,” he said, dipping his head closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “But you can pay in kisses.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in through the open window, his lips brushing yours in a tender, stolen kiss. It was soft, warm, and lingering—the kind of kiss that reminded you just how much he adored you. When he pulled back, he waited for just a moment before stealing another kiss. And then another.

“Jun-ho,” you mumbled, your voice half-scolding but mostly filled with affection.

“One more,” he murmured, his hand resting lightly on the edge of the window.

You gave in, letting him kiss you again.

“That’ll cover it,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement as he pulled back, his eyes lingering on yours.

Just as he straightened, the passenger door of the squad car opened, and his rookie partner stepped out, looking thoroughly confused. “Uh… everything okay?”

Jun-ho let out a sigh, his expression shifting back to something more professional, though you could still see the softness in his eyes when he glanced at you. “Everything’s fine,” he said. “I’ll be there in a minute, go wait in the car.”

The officer hesitated but nodded, retreating back to the patrol car, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Jun-ho said, his voice softening as he looked at you.

You smiled warmly. “I’ll see you at home.”

“I’ll be there,” he promised. “Sharp.”

With one last lingering look, Jun-ho stepped back, letting you drive off. He stood there for a moment, watching your car disappear down the road, his heart full.

As he returned to the squad car, his rookie partner gave him a questioning look, but Jun-ho didn’t offer an explanation. Some things were just for him to cherish.

[hangesophtalmologist]

playing with fire burns like hell

part 1

previous name: the salesman’s obsession

part 1, (part 2)

pairing: squid game's salesman/ recruiter x f!reader

synopsis: when someone dares to interrupt his game, the infamous salesman ought to punish them... but she doesn't intend to play by his rules.

warnings: violence, physical assaut, social stigma, psychotic mc, squid game au

a/n: we shall give the people what they asked for (salesman x readers) (i'm people)

The slap rang out like a gunshot, ricocheting off the cold subway walls. The man on the ground – disheveled, panting – flinched. His cheek blossomed red, but he didn’t dare look up. Above him, the Salesman stood poised, palm still tingling. His eyes were bright but empty, the light behind them clinical, dissecting.

"Come on now, one more try,” he taunted. His voice was smooth, almost musical and weightless, as if he were suggesting a game of chess. "Don’t stop at three. You’ll regret that more.”

It wasn’t joy he was feeling. Amusement, merely. Detached, surgical. Like stepping on something fragile just to hear the crack. The pathetic, the desperate – they all crumbled the same way. He just had to give them a little push, and their precious facade fell apart, leaving behind the twitching core of greed, ready to humiliate itself for scraps.

The sweating businessman bent to pick up his red tile, trembling. His shoulders sagged under the weight of silent despair. Miserable. The Salesman’s lips curled, though not exactly enough to be called a smile. He enjoyed the process. The inevitability of it.

Another failure.

He raised his hand, licking his lips in anticipation, but before he could swing, something unexpected happened. A hand grabbed his wrist.

Firm. Unshaking.

Cold.

His head snapped to the side; the sharp turn of a predator interrupted mid-hunt.

You.

His gaze narrowed. He’d noticed you earlier, lingering on the platform’s edge. Background noise. He rarely missed details, but somehow you had slipped through the cracks. Perhaps that was the first red flag.

His gaze drifted over your hand, slender fingers circling his wrist like a cuff. He could break free easily. Yet he didn’t. Your grip felt… deliberate. Measured.

“Enough,” you said, cocking your head to the side, sly eyes scrutinizing him.

His expression shifted, just slightly. Interest flickered, not outwardly hostile, but curious. He searched your face for clues – that familiar, nauseating blend of pity and self-importance most saviours carried. Yet, your eyes betrayed neither. But he didn’t need any tells – he knew people like you. Hypocrites yearning for crumbs of recognition.

“And who might you be?” His voice retained its warmth, but irritation simmered beneath it.

You stepped between him and his trembling opponent, your hand falling away. “Doesn’t matter.”

His gaze darkened as annoyance started to seep in his body. He didn’t even watch as the man behind you scrambled to his feet, disappearing into the crowd like prey escaping a hunter. His focus was entirely on you now – the intruder. He examined you for long time – longer than what he was used to. The Salesman never cared much for remembering anyone other than his recruits – but there was something about the lines of your face, the crooked slope of your mouth, the mischief in you pupils. Something challenging. Something he wanted to crush.

"You just cost me 100,000 won," he said lightly, adjusting his cufflinks with meticulous care – but the tightness in his jaw betrayed the casual tone. "So. How do you plan to pay me back?"

You shrugged, defying. “I don’t plan to.”

His grin widened, but the glint in his eyes sharpened. “I see. Then I’ll have to take it from you. A slap or cash. Choose.”

“I have a better idea,” you smirked, lazily flicking the red tile between your fingers. “I’ll take his place. I want to play too.”

His smile faltered. The thrill flickered out, but simply for a second – you weren’t desperate, not twitchy or ashamed. Not his typical prey. Yet. Because after all, if you wanted to play, it was because you wanted money – like everyone else.

He just needed to crack your confident mask to see you scrambling for it.

A chuckle escaped his mouth, hunger for your humiliation gnawing at his stomach. He wanted to see your heroic aspirations slapped out of your mind until you were nothing more than the lowlives he usually dealt with.

Yes. This would be even more fun to watch.

His smirk returned, though colder. “Fine. Each loss costs 100,000 won. Can you pay?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t lose.”

Your smugness stirred something primal in him—something ugly, something he hadn’t felt in years. You flipped the red card over your fingers, defiance oozing off you. Then in a split second you hurled the tile to the ground with surprising force. There was no hesitation, no tension. He didn’t need to look down to know you had flipped the blue card over. He watched you carefully, waiting for the inevitable flicker of relief that most winners betrayed.

None came.

Your eyes had barely left him either, like you were also gauging his reaction. Your lips stretched in a predatory smile – a thrill of excitement ran down his veins.

“I paid the debt. Now let’s play for real,” you cheered, displaying a naïve smile, one that could have fooled him as genuine if there wasn’t a flick of calculation - measurement - behind the easy curve of your lips.

The Salesman was a man of control – he could recognize when someone was leading a game, and right now this someone wasn’t him. He wasn’t surprised when you succeeded again.

“You won,” he stated, but there was no satisfaction, no amusement – he was still hungry for your humiliation. He reached for his luggage. But your foot stopped him, stepping on it as you suddenly reduced the distance between them.

“Oh no, Mister. You must have misunderstood me,” you slowly leaned towards him and whispered against his face.

He should have seen it before – but it was only now, when you were inches away from him, that he finally noticed the spark of amusement hidden in your eyes. It wasn’t heroism, nor greed that animated you.

Danger. His heart raced with the adrenaline that was reserved for his favourite kills, an all-too-powerful feeling that welcome your next words.

“I wasn’t playing for money.”

And then with sudden, brutal efficiency, you slapped him. Hard. Hard enough to send him stumbling on his feet and wipe any thought from his mind.

The crack resounded louder than his own had.

His head jerked to the side, pain stinging his cheek. Silence stretched between you. The slap burned, but not as much as the unfamiliar sensation curling in his gut.

Your laugh cut through the quiet, light and playful, but dripping with something – something mad.

He scoffed, bringing a hand to massage his cheek. It was stinging, the only proof that the last seconds had happened. When he looked back at you, you had tilted your head in an innocent expression.

But your conniving smirk was taunting him. “I get you now; it is quite fun. Have a nice day, Mister.”

You turned and walked away, your figure shrinking under the flickering subway lights.

The Salesman didn’t follow. Not immediately.

He watched you disappear into the station, the flickering fluorescent lights overhead casting fractured shadows on the tiles.

He stayed rooted, fingers twitching at his side, replaying the moment. Over and over.

Then, without warning, he laughed. Deep, unhinged, shaking laughter that echoed through the empty station. His stomach twisted with hunger, sharper and more vicious than he had felt in years.

You.

You weren’t a prey.

No, you were something far more valuable.

You were a challenge.

And he would break you. Piece by piece.