#gi hun x reader

[romanscoming]

GI-HUN SEONG .

you telling this sexy ass dilf—is unrated in his own show ???

this is absolutely insane .

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

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.

[chuulyssa]

── ★ the one bed trope™ with the squid game men

teaser the guards cleared out too many beds after the last game, assuming there are far fewer survivors than expected. so when your group stumbles into the dormitory, you realize the horrible truth: there’s only one bed for every two players, and your bed is missing!

starring inho gihun (drabbles) & daeho sangwoo ali (hcs) x gn!reader genre fluff fluff all fluff, some nightmares, some crack

a/n wasnt gonna watch s2 but then i saw the lee byunghyun edits and sjsjs theres only few chars here because i havent watched the whole season :( i dont think ill be watching the whole thing any time soon, jus waiting for s3 to drop before watching it all together

inho / youngil / the frontman / 001

youngil stared at the guards while you stared at the bed in front of you. it looked stiff and scratchy, and barely wide enough for one person, let alone two.

“we can share. i don’t mind,” he had said to you, though he had looked tense as well. he sat on the bed, allowing you to scoot over. he laid as close to the edge of the cot as possible.

“oh, it won’t be necessary.”

“well, what other choice do you have?”

you sighed and nodded, awkwardly laying down next to him on the bed. as your shoulders touched each other, he relaxed visibly, though he was still lying on the edge, and that scared you a little.

“stop lying on the edge like that. you’ll fall off,” you warned.

“i’m fine,” he mumbled, staring right up at the ceiling. you kept looking at him, not minding the three times he had glanced your way pointedly at all. “don’t stare.”

“hm, why not?”

“it makes me feel strange,” he said simply.

you nodded, your hands instinctively reaching to your arms to shield yourself from the cold. there was only one blanket with only one bed after all. next thing you knew, you felt the blanket being nudged towards you by youngil’s foot.

“i saw that; it’s not very subtle, you know.”

“what’s not very subtle?” he asked innocently. then he shifted his body closer to yours. “it’s not because of you, okay?” he muttered quietly. “i just didn’t feel like falling off.”

“are you asking for cuddles now?” you snickered.

“no,” he replied gruffly, though his eyes softened slightly at the sound of your silent laughter.

“nuh uh, i think you’re cold as well,” you lifted the blanket up to accommodate him as well. you then glanced at him expectantly. he hesitated for a moment before slipping under the blanket, taking the moment to tightly grasp your hand. you smiled, resting your head above his shoulder on the shared pillow.

you woke up in the middle of the night to find him softly murmuring your name in his sleep. he looked peaceful, beautifully so. you brushed your hand on his chest to wrap it around him, and felt him waking up as well.

“hush, go back to sleep,” you whispered to him, and he raised an eyebrow at nothing in particular. his eyes were still closed. then he let out a tiny giggle and tightened his grip on your hands.

the guards executed this one perfectly, right as per orders from the frontman; hwang inho will make sure to reward them later, but for now he’d rather stay in this shared bed with you by his side.

seong gihun / 456

“i guess it can’t be helped then,” gihun said simply, sitting you down on his bed and pulling the covers over you. “sorry if i snore by the way.”

“what do you mean? where will you be sleeping?”

“on the floor, of course.”

“no, you’re not,” you shook your head, patting the empty space beside you. “i still have some place left here for someone.”

“oh, then let me find someone who can’t find a partn—”

you pulled the man down onto the bed, his face crashing against the pillow. throwing the covers over him as well, you turned to face him, muttering, “you really aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed.”

“no, uhm, what if i hog the blanket? that would be unpleasant—”

“i can live with that.”

gihun blinked rapidly. “i don’t think i should be sleeping. what if someone attacks?”

“relax, they’re keeping watch.”

“i think i should keep watch with them,” gihun gulped at your proximity.

“well, i don’t. and you need sleep; have you seen yourself?” you laughed.

gihun beamed at the sound. “then how about I tell you a story?”

“a story?”

“yeah, to make you happy.”

“why though?” you said tiredly.

“to make you laugh. i like seeing you laugh,” he said genuinely, and you nodded in response. his eyes lit up and he began, “so there was this one cow, and it had a baby cat—”

…

“gihun?”

he snored.

“gihun!”

he snored again.

did he really fall asleep mid-sentence? you sighed, shaking your head before snuggling up to him. he unconsciously draped an arm over you in his sleep.

throughout the night, he kept tossing and turning, before—

smack !

you clutched your face where gihun’s hand had just made contact. before letting out the loud cuss you wanted to, you peeked over to see if he was asleep. and sure enough, if the snores hadn’t let it be known earlier, then the closed eyes did.

“this dumbass,” you muttered, nuzzling your face into his side.

but what could you do either way? if you complained, he’d be mortified and force you to switch places, and you’d lose a chance to cuddle with him. so you instead figured the occasional smacking would be worth being the first person to see his hair sticking out in every direction with his sheepish grin in the morning.

a/n: i’ve only got hcs for the others; sorry guys i prefer my old men inho and gihun :P

daeho / 388

he insists on taking the less comfortable side of the bed

even if that meant he barely has any space MY GNELTMAN

at some point his hand will brush yours (because its an ff duh) and he’ll get all startled like :O

but he won’t move away because he decides he likes it

we all know the trauma this man carries :( so don’t be surprised when his grip on your hand loosens in the middle of the night and his face scrunches up because he’s having a nightmare

just please cuddle with him :(( he’ll try to play it off like it’s nothing but know better!

when you quietly offer comfort, his defenses will crumble, and he’ll whisper a quiet thank you to you

in the morning he’ll wake up before you and realize just how close the two of you are.

he’s been bearhugging you in his sleep and you’re reciprocating it? hes so confused like ??????? do you wanna get choked or sum yes you do

he’ll just quietly stare at you as if he’s in a daze. he’s got that lovesick smile and all, just silently looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen you are

he just as silently fixes the blanket on you because he wants to offer as much comfort as you did last night to him

then he’ll gently apologize to you for disturbing you, smiling to himself when you grumble in your sleep

sangwoo / 218

this little shit

he’ll pretend not to care about you or about the bed or about the entire situation at all

but you can see how he tries to be as subtle as possible when adjusting the pillow under your head to make sure you’re comfortable

you’re practically begging him to accept his feelings atp but this man is a menace

as soon as he saw the one bed he started calculating how much space you’ll take and how much he’ll get

if you shift closer in your sleep he’ll freeze for a moment but he won’t pull away

if you move a lot in your sleep he won’t say anything just yet

but expect to be bombarded with complaints when you wake up in the morning

he watches you out of the corner of his eye, something he describes as “just trying to protect you” by “keeping watch” but you know he’s just dazzled by your beauty who isnt

he’ll lie awake for a while staring up at that huge piggy bank that his future lies in, and he knows he can’t love you like he wants to, but he hopes that just this once his brain will accept what his heart feels

when the sunlight hits his face in the morning, he’ll look so peaceful that it makes even ali question his mood

all the while gihun is just staring in horror at sangwoo like he got some puss

ali / 199

THE POOKIEST POOKIE

he’s so shy UGH i jus wanna gobble him up sjsjsjkgnskjn

but he can’t help smiling softly when he realizes how comfortable you seem to be around him

he’ll offer to sleep on the cold hard floor and insists you take the blanket for yourself, but duh you don’t allow that

so with a grin on his face he lies down next to you

he asks you if you need more space at least 10 times, he’s that nervous

the blanket stays on you though, he can’t risk you feeling cold or uncomfy because of him GNELTMENANN

he’ll stay awake if you want someone to talk to, or to make sure you’re warm enough, or even just to admire you

but if you don’t want that, he’ll pull an aurora and fall asleep so quickly you don’t even realize it

his hand stays brushing against yours under the blanket though, and you feel so warm and fuzzy next to him

he’s a snuggler, so there’ll be times where he’ll shift very close to you in his sleep, not realizing the hand he’s keeping on your waist or the head he’s resting on your chest

someone points it out in the morning and he’s so flustered he apologizes profusely even though you keep telling him you didn’t mind it all

definitely says something like “i slept with you, remember?” because he doesn’t realize it’s an innuendo

© chuulyssa 2025 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[noonecareslol]

underrated in his OWN SHOW.

raw. next question.

[lost-in-thoughts03]

TiO // Seong Gi-hun

Summary: You hired as Seong Gi-hun's assistant secretary because his primary secretary has a lot of work to do. But is there anything else going on here besides him being your boss?

" I just want to watch you when you take it off."

Warning: 18+, MDNI, au, age gap, younger and older man, jealousy, possessive Gi-hun, boss! Gi-hun, teasing, mutual pining, freaky, forbidden attraction, denial, kissing, unprotected sex, oral (both), grammatical errors

You need a job to cover your tuition fees every semester. Fortunately, an employer accepts your application, and the secretary contacts you for an interview. You ace the interview, leaving the secretary impressed with your responses.

Now, you've been working there for almost three months. You applied for the assistant secretary position because the main secretary has additional responsibilities, and the employer is too busy to handle everything alone—hence the need for extra help.

Your employer is Seong Gi-hun, a billionaire businessman. He’s a tall man with a well-built physique, sharp facial features, and a commanding presence.

His dark brown eyes always seem deep in thought, and his jet-black hair is neatly styled, adding to his refined yet intimidating aura.

Despite his undeniable good looks, there’s a coldness to him—his expressions rarely change, and you’ve never once seen him smile or laugh in his presence.

Unlike other employers who might be more expressive, Gi-hun maintains a stoic demeanor. He is strict and expects tasks to be completed within the deadlines he sets—no extensions, no excuses. If you fail to meet his expectations, there’s only one consequence: a deduction from your salary.

Today is Monday—the day you dread the most. Why? Because it means drowning in stacks of paperwork that need to be compiled and arranged by classification.

The sheer volume is enough to make your head spin. On top of that, your employer, Seong Gi-hun, seems to require your presence at all times, making it nearly impossible to focus.

His strict nature only adds to the pressure, leaving you with no choice but to push through the exhausting start of the week.

Your phone vibrates on your desk, interrupting your already hectic Monday. With a sigh, you glance at the screen—your officemate’s name flashes across it. You answer, already expecting the worst.

" Y/n, the boss wants to see you. Now." They inform you before hanging up, leaving no room for questions.

Straightening your posture, you take a deep breath and make your way to Seong Gi-hun’s office. As you carefully push open the heavy wooden door, the air inside feels heavier, almost suffocating.

He’s there, sitting on his sleek black swivel chair, his fingers rhythmically thumping against the polished wooden surface of his desk. The sound is soft yet unnervingly firm, matching the sharp intensity of his gaze as he locks eyes with you.

For a moment, your breath hitches. His stare is unreadable—piercing, calculating. It holds you in place, demanding your full attention without a single word.

You gather your composure and clear your throat. " Sir, is there something you need?" You ask, keeping your tone as professional as possible.

Silence lingers before he finally speaks, his voice cold and authoritative.

" Close the door."

Just three words, yet they carry enough weight to send a shiver down your spine.

You hesitate for a split second before quietly shutting the door behind you. The faint click of the lock falling into place echoes in the silent room, heightening the tension that already lingers in the air.

Seong Gi-hun leans back in his chair, his fingers now still against the desk. His dark eyes never leave yours, making it impossible to look away.

" Come here." He commands, his voice low but firm.

You swallow hard, forcing your feet to move as you step closer to his desk. Every step feels heavier under his intense gaze. When you finally stop in front of him, he tilts his head slightly, studying you with an unreadable expression.

" You've been working here for three months." He states, his voice calm yet laced with authority.

" Tell me, do you think you’ve done your job well?"

The question catches you off guard. You weren’t expecting a performance evaluation—at least, not in such a direct and unsettling manner.

You straighten your posture, meeting his gaze despite the pressure weighing down on you. " I do my best to fulfill my responsibilities, sir." You answer, keeping your tone professional.

Gi-hun leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk. His presence alone is enough to make the air in the room feel thinner.

" Your best." he repeats slowly, as if testing the words on his tongue. Then, after a pause, he exhales sharply and slides a thick folder toward you. " Then prove it. Organize this by noon. No mistakes."

Your fingers brush against the folder hesitantly before picking it up. The sheer weight of it already tells you that finishing by noon will be nearly impossible—but refusing isn’t an option.

" Understood, sir." You reply, suppressing the sigh threatening to escape your lips.

Gi-hun doesn’t respond. He simply dismisses you with a slight wave of his hand, already shifting his attention back to his laptop as if you’re no longer in the room.

Taking that as your cue to leave, you turn on your heel and make your way out, feeling the weight of both the folder and his expectations pressing down on you.

Just as you turn to leave, his voice cuts through the silence, stopping you in your tracks.

" One more thing."

You pause, glancing back at him. He’s no longer focused on his laptop but instead watching you with that same unreadable gaze.

" You’ll be accompanying me to an important event tonight." He states, leaving no room for negotiation. " I need someone to take note of everything the other businessmen discuss. I don’t trust anyone else to do it properly."

Your lips part slightly in surprise, but you quickly catch yourself. Of course, refusing isn’t an option.

" Understood, sir." You reply, maintaining your professional tone.

Gi-hun leans back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping against the armrest. " Good. And one more thing—before the event, you’re coming with me to pick out something appropriate to wear."

Your brows lift slightly, but you quickly nod. " Noted, sir."

" Be ready by six." He instructs before finally returning his focus to his laptop, effectively dismissing you.

With a small nod, you clutch the folder tighter in your arms and step out of his office. As the door clicks shut behind you, you let out a slow breath, already dreading what the rest of the day has in store.

…

At exactly 5:40 p.m., the office is eerily silent. All the employees have left for the day, leaving only you and your employer’s secretary in the vast, dimly lit building.

The ticking of the wall clock feels louder, each second amplifying the nervous tension coiling in your chest.

Your heart pounds against your ribs as you sit at your desk, trying to steady your breathing. The thought of being alone with Seong Gi-hun for the rest of the evening unsettles you.

He’s always been intimidating, his presence commanding every room he steps into. But there’s something about the way his sharp, mysterious gaze lingers on you that makes it even harder to breathe.

" Are you ready?" The secretary’s voice jolts you from your thoughts. You quickly nod, clutching your bag tightly as you stand.

" Yes." You reply, though the slight tremor in your voice betrays your nerves.

The secretary gives you a knowing look but says nothing, simply gesturing toward the elevator. " He’s waiting downstairs."

Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself and step forward, knowing there’s no turning back now.

As you step into the elevator, the metallic doors glide shut, sealing you inside with your thoughts. The hum of the descending lift does little to calm your racing heartbeat. You swallow hard, gripping the strap of your bag as if it could anchor you somehow.

When the doors finally slide open, the sight of Seong Gi-hun waiting near the entrance makes your breath hitch.

Dressed in a sleek black suit, he looks effortlessly refined, his presence commanding even in the dim evening light.

His sharp eyes flick toward you the moment you step out, scanning you from head to toe with an unreadable expression.

" You’re late." He states coolly, checking his watch.

Your throat goes dry. " I—I still made it before six, sir." You manage to say, trying to maintain your professionalism despite the nervous energy coiling in your stomach.

Gi-hun doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, as if assessing you. The air between you feels heavy, charged with something you can’t quite name. Then, without another word, he turns on his heel and strides toward the exit.

" Let’s go." He commands.

You quickly fall into step beside him, struggling to match his long, purposeful strides. The air outside is crisp, but it does little to cool the warmth rising in your cheeks.

The car waiting at the curb is sleek and expensive, just as you expected. The driver steps forward to open the door, but Gi-hun raises a hand, stopping him.

" I’ll drive." He says simply, before turning his gaze to you. " Get in."

You hesitate only for a moment before obeying, sliding into the passenger seat. The door shuts beside you with a quiet click, trapping you in the enclosed space with him.

As Gi-hun starts the engine, his sharp gaze flicks toward you once more. " We’ll buy what I need first. After that, we go straight to the event. Understood?"

" Yes, sir." You reply, though your voice is quieter than usual.

Without another word, he shifts the car into drive, and the two of you speed off into the city night.

…

The low hum of the car engine filled the quiet space between you and Gi-hun as he drove down the highway.

The city lights blurred outside the window, casting fleeting shadows across your face. You kept your gaze locked on the passing scenery, your body still stiff despite the comfortable leather seat beneath you.

Gi-hun smirked, eyes flickering toward you for just a second before returning to the road. He could tell—no matter how much time you spent around him, you still held that tension, that unease.

He liked it. He liked how easily he could dominate you without a single word, how your body language always hinted at submission when he spoke.

His fingers flexed against the steering wheel as he thought about it. He wasn’t cruel—no, not in the way others might be—but there was something about the way you responded to him that stirred something deep inside. Something possessive.

Unintentionally, his gaze dropped to your lap.

The skirt you wore had ridden up just slightly, exposing the smooth skin of your thighs. He swallowed hard, his grip on the wheel tightening as a wave of heat surged through him.

Damn it.

He forced his eyes back onto the road, shifting uncomfortably in his seat when he felt the familiar ache between his legs.

What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn’t some creep who couldn’t control himself. He had met plenty of women in his life, but none had ever affected him like this.

Maybe it was because of the first time he saw you. The way you walked into his office on your first day—confident yet reserved, sharp yet soft. He had been hypnotized then, struck by a beauty he hadn’t expected.

And now, despite the hardened mask he wore, despite the walls he had built after everything that had happened in his past, you still managed to unravel him without even trying.

Gi-hun let out a low curse under his breath, forcing his focus back onto the road.

This was dangerous.

And yet, for some reason, he didn’t want to stop.

...

The mall was alive with people, the buzz of conversations blending with the faint sound of music playing from the overhead speakers. You walked ahead, trying to focus on the task at hand—finding the store Gi-hun had mentioned—but your thoughts were a mess.

Because he was behind you.

His presence was too overwhelming, too sharp. It made your skin prickle with unease, though you weren’t sure if it was fear or something else entirely.

You hadn’t even asked for details about this "freaking store" he was looking for, and now you were aimlessly leading the way, pretending like you knew where you were going.

Gi-hun, however, had other things occupying his mind.

His sharp gaze scanned the crowd, immediately locking onto every wandering pair of eyes that dared to linger on you for too long.

Some men weren’t even subtle about it, their glances filled with something that made his blood boil.

His jaw clenched as a wave of jealousy surged through him. He hated it—hated that they were looking at what was his.

Wait.

His?

Gi-hun swallowed the thought down, but his body acted before his mind could catch up.

He stepped closer.

You jolted when you felt the firm press of his chest against your back, your breath hitching. Before you could react, his hand slid onto your waist with ease, fingers firm but not harsh as he redirected you.

" You’re going the wrong way." He murmured, his voice deep and close to your ear.

Your body stiffened at the contact, but you didn’t pull away. Maybe because you couldn’t. Maybe because you didn’t want to.

The two of you kept walking, his hand lingering just a second too long before it fell away. The silence between you stretched, thick and unspoken, neither of you making a move to fill it.

There wasn’t anything to say—no topic that could break whatever tension was wrapping around you both.

And yet, the weight of his touch still burned against your skin.

The moment you both stepped into the store, the salesladies perked up, their warm smiles ready to greet a potential high-profile customer.

" Welcome, sir—"

Gi-hun cut through their greetings with a tight, cold smile—more of an acknowledgment than anything warm. His disinterest was palpable, and the way their smiles faded showed they got the message.

Without another word, he turned to one of the store guards, speaking to him in a low voice. The guard nodded quickly before disappearing into the manager’s office.

You stood there awkwardly, still unsure why he had brought you along. The whole situation felt foreign to you—this wasn’t your world. The expensive clothes, the silent authority Gi-hun held, the way everyone seemed to respond to him with a mix of respect and unease.

Minutes later, the manager appeared.

A bright smile stretched across his face, full of energy and enthusiasm, completely unfazed by Gi-hun’s cold demeanor.

" Gi-hun! You really should visit more often." The manager greeted, shaking his head playfully when his friend remained stoic.

You observed quietly, finding it odd how comfortable this man was despite Gi-hun’s icy exterior. They must be friends, you thought. That, or the manager was simply used to handling difficult personalities.

Then, unexpectedly, the manager’s gaze shifted to you. His expression softened into something more friendly as he smiled.

" And you must be…?" He asked, waiting for an introduction.

You felt heat creep up your neck, flustered by the sudden attention. " Uh, I—"

" You’re blushing." He teased, his grin widening. " I didn’t know Gi-hun could bring such shy company."

Your lips parted, unsure how to respond. You weren’t used to this kind of playful teasing, and your embarrassment only deepened.

Before the manager could continue, Gi-hun stepped in.

His hand casually reached for the man’s collar, giving it a light but firm tug—enough to make his friend straighten up and shut his mouth.

" That’s enough." Gi-hun muttered, his tone carrying a warning edge.

The manager raised his hands in surrender, laughing. " Alright, alright, I get it. You’re possessive."

Gi-hun’s gaze darkened slightly at the comment, but he didn’t bother to correct him. He simply let go and stepped back, signaling the conversation was over.

The manager chuckled, clearly amused by the reaction. He then turned to you and gave a small nod. " I’m Kang Dae-ho. Nice to meet you."

You managed a polite nod in return, still feeling the lingering warmth of your previous embarrassment.

With that, Dae-ho excused himself, leaving you alone with Gi-hun once again.

And for some reason, the air between you two felt heavier than before.

As soon as Dae-ho walked away, Gi-hun exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. His jaw was still tight, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned his focus back to what he came here for—buying clothes for the event.

" Come on." He said, his voice low and firm as he started walking deeper into the store.

You followed, still feeling slightly flustered from the previous interaction. Gi-hun’s reaction had been…unexpected. You weren’t used to anyone getting possessive over you, much less someone like him. But you didn’t dare bring it up.

The two of you stopped in front of a display of suits. Gi-hun ran his fingers over the fabric, inspecting the selection with sharp, discerning eyes. You stood by his side, unsure if you should offer an opinion or just wait silently.

A sales associate approached with a professional smile. " Sir, would you like some recommendations?"

Gi-hun didn’t answer immediately. He glanced at you before looking back at the racks.

" You pick." He said suddenly.

You blinked, startled. " Me?"

He nodded. " You’re the one who has to look at me all night."

Your lips parted slightly, heat creeping back into your face at his choice of words. He was teasing, but there was an undeniable weight behind it.

You cleared your throat, trying to focus. You hesitated for a moment before reaching out and carefully pulling a deep charcoal-gray suit from the rack. " This one…I think it would suit you."

Gi-hun took the hanger from your hands, his fingers briefly grazing yours. He glanced down at the suit, then back at you, his gaze unreadable.

" Hmm…" Was all he said.

The associate quickly stepped in, offering to prepare a fitting room. Gi-hun handed over the suit, then turned his attention back to you. " You coming?"

You hesitated, eyes widening slightly. " Inside?"

He smirked, amused by your reaction. " No. Just wait outside."

You let out a quiet breath, nodding as he walked toward the fitting room.

As you waited, you couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes on you, even when he wasn’t there. And for some reason, the memory of his hand on your waist lingered far longer than it should have.

You stood outside the fitting room, arms crossed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. The store was quiet, the occasional rustle of fabric and muffled conversations filling the air.

You tried to focus on anything but the fact that Gi-hun was changing just a few feet away.

Why did he even ask you to pick? Did he actually care about your opinion, or was he just testing you?

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door clicked open.

Gi-hun stepped out, adjusting the sleeves of the charcoal-gray suit you had chosen. The fit was perfect, the material hugging his broad shoulders and lean frame effortlessly. He looked…

Damn.

You swallowed, trying to keep your expression neutral, but the way your eyes lingered didn’t go unnoticed.

Gi-hun smirked. " Not bad?"

You blinked, quickly snapping out of it. " Uh, yeah. It suits you."

His smirk deepened as he took a step closer. " You sure? You were staring pretty hard there."

Your face heated instantly. " I was just—just making sure it fits properly." You muttered, looking away.

Gi-hun chuckled, a deep, low sound that made your stomach twist in an unfamiliar way. He turned back to the mirror, rolling up the cuffs slightly as he inspected himself.

" You have good taste." He admitted, almost as if he was surprised by it.

You huffed, crossing your arms. " What, did you think I was going to pick something terrible?"

He shot you a sideways glance, amusement dancing in his eyes. " Would’ve been a good excuse to make you choose again. Keep you here longer."

You stiffened at his words, your breath catching slightly. Was he just messing with you, or was there something more behind that comment?

Before you could figure it out, the sales associate returned, asking if he wanted any adjustments. Gi-hun nodded, giving a final glance at the mirror before disappearing back into the fitting room.

And you, standing there with your heart pounding in your chest, realized something.

Being around Gi-hun was dangerous. Not because he was cold or distant—but because every little thing he did was starting to get under your skin.

The tension in the small fitting room was almost suffocating. Gi-hun leaned against the mirror, his arms crossed as he watched you with dark amusement.

He had already decided—he liked seeing you flustered, but not in a pathetic, predictable way like Dae-ho’s teasing.

No, he enjoyed pushing you in ways you weren’t ready for, making you react in ways you never expected from yourself.

" Take off my coat." He ordered, his voice low and firm.

You froze.

Your eyes widened slightly as you registered his words, your throat going dry. " W-What?"

Gi-hun tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. " You heard me."

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. " You have functional hands. Why can’t you do it yourself?"

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and the moment they did, you knew you had messed up.

Gi-hun’s expression darkened. He didn’t move, didn’t say anything for a moment—just stared at you with an intensity that made you want to shrink under his gaze. The air grew thick, heavy with unspoken tension.

Regret flickered through you, and without another word, you stepped closer, hesitantly reaching for his coat.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you carefully undid the buttons, knowing full well how ridiculously expensive this suit was.

Sweat started forming at your hairline—not just from the pressure of handling such costly fabric, but from the sheer presence of the man in front of you.

Gi-hun, on the other hand, was completely still, watching you with lazy amusement. His lips twitched upward slightly as he felt your tiny fingers brush against the thin fabric of his clothes.

The warmth of your touch seeped through, and despite himself, he secretly hissed under his breath. His mind taunted him, urging him to push you further—to make you do more—but for once, he found himself unable to form the words.

Not yet.

But he wasn’t done with you.

" Unbutton my shirt."

You snapped your head up to look at him, eyes blown wide. " What?!"

Gi-hun smirked at your reaction. Your cheeks were already burning, and the way your fingers fidgeted at your sides told him everything—this was fun for him.

" You heard me." He repeated, raising a brow, silently daring you to protest again.

You wanted to say no. You really did. But when your gaze locked with his, the air between you thick and dangerous, you knew you had no choice.

With shaky hands, you reached for the first button, barely able to breathe. Gi-hun inhaled sharply when your fingertips brushed against his chest, his breath hitching as you slowly worked your way down.

His chest rose and fell steadily, but each touch made it harder for him to keep his composure.

This was supposed to be a simple tease.

So why the hell did he feel like he was the one losing control?

Your fingers hesitated at the second button, your breath coming out uneven as you felt the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, not when you were this close, not when you were practically undressing him.

Gi-hun, on the other hand, was watching you like a predator. He had started this as a game—a simple trick to see how flustered he could make you.

But now, as your soft fingers brushed against his chest with every undone button, he found himself struggling to keep his breathing steady.

" You're slow." He murmured, his voice lower than usual.

You swallowed hard, not daring to respond. If you spoke, you knew your voice would betray you.

As you reached the third button, his stomach muscles tensed beneath your touch, his breath subtly hitching. You didn’t miss it, and that only made your own heart race faster.

This was ridiculous.

Why was he making you do this? Why were you actually obeying him?

You mustered up whatever courage you had left, forcing yourself to look up at him—but the second your eyes met his, your stomach dropped.

Gi-hun was staring down at you, his gaze unreadable, but there was something darker lurking beneath the surface. Something dangerous. His smirk had faded slightly, replaced with something…else.

Something that made the air between you feel suffocating.

You quickly looked away, your fingers fumbling with the next button. But before you could continue, Gi-hun’s hand shot up, grabbing your wrist.

You gasped softly, startled by the sudden contact.

" That’s enough." He said, voice thick with something you couldn’t place.

You looked at him in confusion, but he didn’t offer an explanation. Instead, he let go of your wrist and took a slow step back, as if trying to put space between the two of you.

You couldn’t ignore the way his chest was rising and falling a little too fast, or the way his jaw clenched as he ran a hand through his hair.

What the hell just happened?

" You—You told me to—"

" Forget it." He cut you off, grabbing his coat from the chair and turning away. " Go pay for the suit. I’ll be out in a minute."

You stood there, still dazed, watching him retreat back into the fitting room. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your fingers still tingled from where they had touched his skin.

You didn’t know what just happened between you two.

But you did know one thing.

You weren’t the only one affected by it.

The moment you stepped out of the dressing room, Gi-hun let out a shaky breath, his back hitting the wall as he slid down slightly, legs weak from the tension he had barely escaped.

What the hell was that?

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in the way he clenched his jaw. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He was the one playing with you, testing your limits, enjoying the way you flushed under his gaze. He was the one in control.

So why the hell was he the one struggling now?

His breathing was heavy as he glanced down, cursing under his breath when he saw the obvious bulge in his trousers.

Damn it.

His fists tightened at his sides as he tried to force himself to calm down. He wasn’t some desperate fool who couldn’t control himself. He had been around plenty of women before—none of them ever did this to him. None of them ever got under his skin like you did.

And the worst part? You hadn’t even been trying.

Just the feeling of your soft fingers brushing against his chest, your tiny hands unbuttoning his shirt with hesitant, flustered movements—it had undone him completely.

He groaned lowly, pressing the heel of his palm against his hard length, trying to will it away. But the memory of your touch, your flushed expression, the way you had obediently followed his command despite your embarrassment—it all replayed in his mind, making it even worse.

" Shit." He muttered under his breath.

With a deep inhale, he straightened up, forcing his body to relax. He needed to get it together before he walked out there. The last thing he needed was for you to see him like this—to realize the effect you had on him.

Adjusting his coat slightly to conceal the evidence of his frustration, he took one final deep breath before stepping out of the dressing room. His expression was calm, composed—like nothing had happened.

Like he hadn’t just barely survived the temptation he had created.

The tension in the car was unbearable.

You sat stiffly in the passenger seat, eyes glued to the window, refusing to look at Gi-hun as he buckled his seatbelt.

The memory of what just happened in the dressing room was still fresh in your mind, your fingers still tingling from where they had touched his skin.

A sharp hiss broke the silence.

Your eyes flickered toward him for a split second, just in time to see him shift in his seat uncomfortably. His jaw clenched, his knuckles tightening around the steering wheel.

You didn’t understand at first—until realization hit you.

Oh.

Your face burned instantly, and you whipped your head back toward the window, pretending you hadn’t noticed.

Gi-hun exhaled slowly, gripping the wheel tighter. He was barely holding himself together, and the ache in his trousers was only making things worse.

He hadn’t even fully recovered before getting in the car, and now, trapped in this small space with you, your scent lingering in the air—it was torture.

Neither of you spoke.

For you, it was because you had no idea what to say. The moment you had stepped out of that dressing room, you had decided to act like nothing had happened.

To pretend that your hands hadn’t been all over him, that his chest hadn’t risen and fallen beneath your touch, that you hadn’t felt the heat radiating from his skin.

For Gi-hun, it was because he was dealing with another, more urgent problem—one that refused to go away no matter how much he tried to ignore it.

His grip on the wheel tightened as he pressed his foot on the gas, speeding up. He needed to get to this damn event as quickly as possible.

The last thing he wanted was to show up late.

The second-to-last thing he wanted was to show up with a hard-on.

But right now, he wasn’t sure which was worse.

…

The moment you stepped into the venue, your stomach twisted with anxiety.

The room was grand—gold chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, expensive wine glasses clinking as well-dressed guests laughed and talked effortlessly.

Everyone looked like they belonged here, draped in designer gowns and tailored suits.

And then there was you.

Still in your office uniform, standing awkwardly behind Gi-hun, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of your sleeve as insecurity crept up your spine. You didn’t belong here. You felt like an outsider, completely out of place among these wealthy, powerful people.

Gi-hun must have noticed because he let out an exaggerated sigh before rolling his eyes. Without warning, he grabbed your arm and pulled you forward, making you stumble slightly.

“ Stop hiding." He muttered low enough that only you could hear.

" But—"

" There’s no ‘but.’" His grip on your wrist tightened slightly, just enough to make you feel his warmth.

" You have no reason to be shy. You’re too damn beautiful to be standing in the background."

Your breath caught in your throat at his words.

Did he just—?

Before you could process it, Gi-hun was already leading you toward his table, where a group of wealthy businessmen were gathered. You felt impossibly small in their presence—men in luxurious suits, women in dresses worth more than your entire salary.

They all greeted Gi-hun with respect, some shaking his hand, others nodding in acknowledgment.

But he didn’t let go of you.

In fact, his grip on your wrist tightened even more, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that made your heartbeat unsteady.

You stood beside him, too overwhelmed to say anything, your fingers twitching nervously. You could feel their eyes flicker toward you, some curious, others indifferent. You weren’t sure if you wanted to disappear or run out of the room entirely.

As your gaze anxiously scanned the venue, your eyes landed on a familiar figure.

Dae-ho.

The store manager from earlier was across the room, engaged in conversation with a few acquaintances. He looked completely at ease, laughing at something one of them said.

But as if sensing your stare, his eyes suddenly shifted toward you.

And when he saw you standing next to Gi-hun—his grip still firm on your wrist—a smirk slowly spread across his lips.

Oh no.

You had a feeling this night was far from over.

Gi-hun’s grip on your wrist finally loosened as he turned to his business partners. His expression was unreadable, his usual cold demeanor settling back into place.

" This is my assistant." He said, his voice firm and to the point. " She works directly under me."

Your throat tightened when you felt multiple pairs of eyes land on you. You shifted uncomfortably, unsure if you should bow, shake hands, or just stand there and pray for this moment to be over.

Your gaze quickly scanned the men in front of you.

The first one—a man with glasses—was staring at you from head to toe, his sharp eyes analyzing every inch of you. His expression remained neutral, but you couldn’t tell if he was judging you or simply curious. Either way, it made you self-conscious.

The second man had the most intimidating presence. He was tall, well-built, with slicked-back hair and a suit that looked more expensive than your entire apartment. He remained expressionless, barely acknowledging you at first. But then, his gaze flicked toward you, and for a moment, he just…stared.

There was something in his eyes—something unreadable. It wasn’t exactly cold, but it wasn’t welcoming either. He was studying you, as if trying to figure out why Gi-hun had brought you here.

And then there was the last man.

Unlike the others, he greeted you with a wide smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. " Ah, so this is the assistant." He mused, shooting a teasing glance at Gi-hun. " Didn’t expect you to bring her, Gi-hun. You usually come alone."

Gi-hun shot him a warning look, but the man just chuckled. " Relax, I’m just saying. She’s a pretty one. It’s not every day we see someone like her around you."

Your cheeks burned at his words, and you instantly looked away, unsure of how to respond.

The man laughed at your reaction before leaning slightly toward you. " Don’t mind the others." He whispered conspiratorially. " They’re just trying to figure out what’s so special about you."

Before you could react, Gi-hun subtly stepped in front of you, his broad frame blocking the man’s view. His posture was casual, but you could sense the tension in his stance.

" Enough." Gi-hun muttered, his tone carrying a warning edge.

The man just smirked, raising his hands in surrender. " Alright, alright. No need to get possessive."

The word sent a shiver down your spine.

Possessive?

You glanced up at Gi-hun, but his expression remained cold, unreadable. Yet, the way he subtly shifted closer to you—how his fingers brushed against your wrist as if reminding you he was still there—you couldn’t ignore it.

Whatever this was between you and Gi-hun…

It was only getting more complicated.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

You could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on you, but none felt as heavy as Gi-hun’s.

Hwang In-ho.

The man with the unreadable expression had finally introduced himself, and the way his name rolled off his tongue sent a shiver down your spine. His presence alone was enough to make you uneasy, but his next words nearly made your heart stop.

" A stunning woman like you shouldn’t be hidden behind someone else." In-ho mused, his sharp eyes flicking to Gi-hun briefly before landing back on you.

" How about I take you out to dinner? A fine dining restaurant, nothing less. Someone like you deserves that, don’t you think?"

Your breath caught in your throat.

Did he just…ask you out?

Before you could even process it, Gi-hun’s entire body tensed beside you.

You didn’t have to look at him to know—his clenched jaw, his tightened fists, the rigid stance—he was furious. You had seen him annoyed before, cold and calculating, but this…this was different.

This was something much darker.

The silence dragged on, thick with tension. Then, just when you thought things couldn’t get more uncomfortable, In-ho reached for your hand.

His grip was firm but not forceful as he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against your skin.

You gasped softly, your body instinctively freezing in place.

It wasn’t just the action itself—it was the way he did it. The way his unreadable gaze locked onto yours, as if daring you to react. As if daring Gi-hun to react.

And he did.

A sharp click of a tongue broke the silence.

You didn’t even have to turn your head to know it came from Gi-hun. His aura shifted, something dangerous simmering just beneath the surface.

Sang-woo, who had been quietly observing, smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He had never seen Gi-hun like this before—so visibly possessive, so on edge.

And the best part?

Gi-hun didn’t even have a right to be.

You were just his employee. Nothing more.

But the way his fists clenched, the way his breathing grew heavier, the way his entire body was wound tight like a coil ready to snap—he wasn’t acting like just your boss.

No.

He was acting like a man who was one second away from ruining everything just to claim what was his.

Dae-ho, the observant one, stepped in just as the tension reached its peak. His timing was perfect—maybe a little too perfect, as if he had been waiting for the exact moment when Gi-hun was about to snap.

“ Alright, gentlemen.” Dae-ho said with an easygoing smile, clapping his hands together. “ I think we’ve had enough fun, don’t you? Why don’t we all take a seat and actually get to business?”

His words cut through the thick atmosphere like a blade, forcing everyone to momentarily pull back from whatever silent battle they were waging.

Gi-hun exhaled sharply through his nose but said nothing. His hand twitched at his side as if he was still considering throwing a punch, but after a long moment, he scoffed and turned on his heel.

Without another word, he pulled out a chair and sat down, though his posture remained stiff, tension still coiled in his shoulders.

In-ho, on the other hand, simply chuckled under his breath, clearly amused. He ran a hand through his sleek hair before finally taking his seat, casting you one last glance as he did.

Sang-woo followed suit, a smirk still lingering on his lips. He had enjoyed the show—watching Gi-hun wrestle with emotions he clearly didn’t want to acknowledge.

And you?

You were still overwhelmed, your heart racing as you slowly moved to sit beside Gi-hun. You felt small again, caught in the middle of something far more intense than just a business meeting.

Dae-ho, satisfied that he had at least defused some of the immediate hostility, let out a relaxed sigh and plopped down into his own chair.

“ Well then.” He grinned, looking around the table.

“ Shall we begin?”

The meeting had officially started.

But the real battle?

That was still going on—right under the surface.

As the meeting officially began, the air slowly shifted from tense to professional—at least on the surface.

Dae-ho took the lead, going over financial reports and the company’s performance for the past quarter. His tone was confident, smooth, and businesslike, though there was still an undertone of amusement lingering in his voice from the previous exchange.

“ The company is maintaining a steady revenue flow.” He explained, flipping through his reports. “ We’re in a stable position, but if we want to increase engagement and bring in more high-end clients, we’ll need to be proactive.”

He went on to discuss potential strategies—new marketing campaigns, expansion ideas, and partnerships that could boost their market presence. He also detailed the expenses each partner had contributed, ensuring transparency among them.

Meanwhile, you sat quietly beside Gi-hun, diligently taking notes.

It was your job, after all.

Your pen moved swiftly across the notepad, recording key points, figures, and any upcoming plans that were being discussed. Despite the earlier tension, you forced yourself to focus, trying to block out the lingering energy in the room.

But it wasn’t easy.

You could still feel Gi-hun’s presence beside you—his occasional sharp inhales, the way his fingers tapped subtly against the table in impatience.

He wasn’t fully listening; you could tell. His mind was elsewhere, probably still brooding over In-ho’s bold move.

Speaking of In-ho…

You risked a glance in his direction.

He was sitting with perfect posture, his arms resting on the table, listening intently to Dae-ho’s words. But the moment your eyes met his, a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

As if he knew you were thinking about him.

Your breath hitched, and you quickly looked away, gripping your pen tighter.

Damn it.

The rest of the table continued discussing business, bouncing ideas back and forth, debating strategies. Sang-woo occasionally chimed in with a sarcastic remark, Dae-ho kept the energy balanced, and Gi-hun remained mostly silent, responding only when necessary.

But even as the meeting progressed, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were at the center of a silent war between two powerful men.

And that realization made your heart pound even harder.

Your pen nearly slipped from your fingers.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips before you quickly bit down on it, your body stiffening in place.

Gi-hun’s hand.

Warm. Firm. Resting on your thigh like it belonged there.

You glanced down in disbelief, barely breathing as you took in the sight of his fingers against your skin. His touch wasn’t aggressive, but it was undeniably possessive.

It sent a shiver down your spine—one that had nothing to do with the air-conditioned room and everything to do with him.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you tried to regain focus.

This was insane. Completely inappropriate.

You swallowed hard, shifting slightly in your seat in an attempt to shake him off. But he didn’t move. If anything, his grip tightened just slightly—a silent warning.

You turned your head toward him, desperate to catch his attention, to silently question what the hell he thought he was doing.

But Gi-hun…

He didn’t even acknowledge you.

His face remained unreadable, his gaze locked onto his business partners as they continued to argue about strategy.

He nodded at the right moments, gave short replies when needed, but not once did he glance in your direction.

As if his hand wasn’t currently on you.

Then, as if to drive you further into madness, his fingers started moving.

Slow. Deliberate.

Circling against your skin in a teasing motion that made your stomach tighten.

Your breath hitched, fingers clutching your pen tightly as you tried to keep your expression neutral.

No one else at the table noticed.

They were too absorbed in their heated discussion, too busy debating figures and projections to pay attention to the silent game happening right under their noses.

But Gi-hun knew.

He knew what he was doing to you.

And judging by the way the corner of his lips barely, barely twitched upward…

He was enjoying every second of it.

You felt trapped.

Your pulse pounded in your ears, drowning out the voices around you. The room was still alive with debate—Dae-ho trying to keep things balanced while In-ho and Sang-woo threw in their own arguments—but none of it registered in your mind.

Not when his hand was still there.

Still touching you.

Still circling in slow, agonizing motions.

You swallowed thickly, your fingers trembling slightly as you gripped your pen. Your notes were becoming a mess—words smudged, some barely legible.

You had been doing your best to ignore it, to pretend like nothing was happening, but Gi-hun’s touch was making that impossible.

And the worst part?

He still wasn’t looking at you.

Not once did he turn his head, not once did he acknowledge the way your body had tensed under his hand. He remained the picture of calm, his deep voice occasionally chiming in when needed.

But you knew better.

The slight twitch at the corner of his lips. The way his fingers occasionally flexed against your thigh.

He was testing you.

Seeing how far he could push.

Your breath was uneven as you tried, one last time, to shake him off—subtly shifting your leg to the side in a desperate attempt to free yourself.

But the moment you moved, Gi-hun’s fingers tightened.

Firm. Commanding.

You sucked in a breath, your eyes snapping to him in disbelief.

Still, he didn’t look at you.

But this time, you saw it—the way his jaw clenched ever so slightly. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

He wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be.

He was just better at hiding it.

And that realization made your stomach tighten even more.

You barely managed to grab his wrist in time.

Your fingers trembled as you held onto him, stopping his hand just before it could slip any further under your skirt. Your heart pounded so hard you were afraid the entire table could hear it.

This was too much.

You leaned toward him, voice barely above a whisper, desperate to regain some control.

“ I…I need to use the bathroom.” You murmured, forcing yourself to sound steady despite the way your entire body was betraying you.

For the first time since this whole ordeal started, Gi-hun turned his head toward you.

His eyes locked onto yours, dark and unreadable.

Then—that smirk.

A teasing, knowing curve of his lips, as if he was fully aware of what he had done to you.

As if he was enjoying watching you squirm.

He let the silence stretch between you, just long enough to make your pulse spike again, before finally nodding.

“ Go ahead.” He said, his tone smooth, almost amused.

You didn’t waste another second.

Pushing your chair back, you stood up as gracefully as you could despite your weak knees. You could still feel his gaze on you, burning into your back as you made your way out of the room.

The second you stepped into the hallway, you exhaled shakily, gripping your hands into fists.

You needed to clear your head.

You needed to breathe.

Because if you didn’t…

You weren’t sure you’d survive the rest of this night.

...

You turned the faucet on, letting the cold water run over your trembling hands before splashing it onto your flushed face.

Get it together.

Your grip on the porcelain sink tightened as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks were still burning, your pupils slightly blown from the overwhelming tension Gi-hun had built between you two.

The way his hand had traveled over your thigh, the teasing circles of his fingers, the undeniable dominance in his touch—it all replayed in your mind like a loop, making your knees weak all over again.

You squeezed your thighs together instinctively, and that’s when you felt it.

The dampness pooling between your legs.

A shaky sigh escapes your lips as you hang your head, gripping the edges of the sink.

This was insane.

He was your boss.

And yet, the way he toyed with you—like he knew exactly what he was doing, like he was waiting for you to finally break—made it impossible to push him away.

You exhaled deeply, reaching for a paper towel and patting your face, hoping to rid yourself of these sinful thoughts.

You just needed to get through this night.

You could deal with the aftermath later.

With one final breath, you straightened your posture and smoothed your skirt, forcing your expression back into something neutral.

Then, gathering the last bit of composure you had left, you stepped out of the bathroom.

But the moment you did—

You froze.

Because standing just outside, leaning casually against the wall with that same damn smirk on his face—

Was Gi-hun.

You barely had time to react before Gi-hun grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside one of the bathroom stalls, the door slamming shut behind him.

Your back hit the cool tiled wall as he pressed in close, his hands braced on either side of you, trapping you in place.

Your breath hitched.

He was too close.

His scent, a mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely him, surrounded you, making your already overwhelmed senses spiral even further.

“ Gi-hun—” You started, voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes flicked down to yours, dark and unreadable. “ That’s sir to you.” He corrected smoothly, his voice low and commanding.

Your stomach flipped at the intensity in his gaze. “ W-Why are you doing this?” You asked, your voice weaker than you intended.

Gi-hun exhaled through his nose, his jaw clenching. His eyes swept over your face, searching, before he finally answered.

“ Because I want you.” He said, the honesty in his tone makes your breath catch.

“ And because I can’t stand watching them look at you like you’re something they can take.”

His admission sent a shiver down your spine.

He leaned in just a fraction closer, enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek.

The fluorescent lights above cast a dull glow over the restroom, the hum of the ventilation system barely covering the distant chatter outside.

You barely register any of it—your entire world has narrowed to the cramped space of the cubicle, where Seong Gi-hun's lips press hungrily against yours.

His hands are everywhere—trailing down your back, gripping your waist as if anchoring himself to you. His body is flush against yours, the flimsy partition behind you rattling slightly with every shift of movement.

The scent of him—faint cologne mixed with something undeniably him—fills your senses, making your head spin.

You gasp as he tugs you even closer, his lips parting just enough to let his tongue sweep against yours, slow and deep.

He groans into the kiss, the sound vibrating through your chest, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers dig into your hips, desperate, as if he’s afraid this moment will slip away too soon.

Gi-hun pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his breath warm against your lips. His eyes, darkened with want, search yours for something—reassurance, permission, maybe even a hint of the same desperation that’s written all over his face.

" You have no idea how long I've wanted this." He murmurs, voice husky.

Your pulse stutters, and before you can respond, he crashes his lips back onto yours, this time more frantic, more demanding.

The air between you grows thick, heated, each kiss more feverish than the last. His hands slide beneath your shirt, fingertips grazing your bare skin, sending electricity coursing through you.

The reality of where you are—how risky this is—only fuels the fire. The thrill of being caught lingers in the back of your mind, but right now, none of it matters.

All that matters is Gi-hun—the way he holds you like he never wants to let go, the way he breathes your name between kisses, the way he makes you forget everything but him.

The moment Gi-hun’s lips break away from yours, his breath is ragged, his forehead resting against yours. His fingers trace slow, burning patterns along your waist before he speaks, his voice low and rough.

“ Unbutton my shirt.” He orders, his tone laced with something between command and admiration. There’s no hesitation in his voice—just pure confidence, like he already knows you’ll listen.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you reach for the buttons, undoing them one by one, your touch light against the fabric. His eyes never leave you, watching your every movement with a dark intensity.

There’s something about the way he looks at you, something that makes the air feel heavier, makes heat rise to your cheeks.

When the last button comes undone, his shirt hangs loosely around his frame, revealing toned skin beneath. He exhales sharply, his lips curving into a smirk as he runs his fingers along your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“ So obedient.” He murmurs, almost to himself, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. His admiration is clear—not just in his words but in the way he looks at you, like you’re something to be treasured, something he never wants to let slip away.

Before you can react, his lips crash onto yours again, more intense this time, more desperate. His hands slip around your waist, pulling you flush against him, his body warm and solid against yours.

The public restroom, the risk of getting caught—it all fades away. Right now, the only thing that exists is him, and the way he makes you feel completely, utterly his.

As soon as you slip the last button undone, Gi-hun's shirt hangs loosely around his shoulders, exposing the defined lines of his chest. His voice is deep, commanding yet teasing as he gives his next order.

“ Take it off.”

You swallow hard, your fingers moving instinctively to slide the fabric from his shoulders. As the shirt falls away, your eyes drink in the sight before you—toned abs, firm pecs, the dips and ridges of his muscles that look like they were sculpted by the gods themselves.

A sharp inhale escapes you before you can stop it. Your lips part slightly, and without realizing it, you bite down on your bottom lip, eyes roaming over him with pure admiration.

The way his skin glows under the dim light makes your breath hitch, your pulse pounding.

Gi-hun smirks, clearly pleased by your reaction. “ Like what you see?” He teases, his voice dripping with amusement.

You can’t even find the words to respond, too caught up in the sheer perfection of him. Noticing your dazed expression, he takes your hand in his, his fingers warm and firm as he slowly guides it up to his chest.

The moment your fingertips brush against his skin, he tenses slightly, his breath hitching.

Your touch glides down, tracing over the ridges of his abs, feeling the tautness beneath your fingertips. When your hand reaches his stomach, he lets out a sharp hiss, his muscles twitching under your touch.

His grip tightens around your wrist, his eyes dark and filled with something unreadable—desire, control, something raw and unspoken.

“ Careful.” He murmurs, his voice lower now, raspier. “ You’re playing with fire.”

And yet, the way he watches you, the way he lets you explore him, tells you he doesn’t mind getting burned.

His fingers trailed along the back of your hand, guiding it slowly—deliberately—down to the hardened length straining against his trousers.

A sharp hiss escaped his lips as he felt your delicate fingers brush over him, even through the thick fabric.

His grip tightened around your wrist, pressing your palm against his arousal, forcing you to feel just how much he needed you.

" Look at what you do to me." He murmured, voice thick with desire. His breathing was ragged, uneven.

" Every damn time I talk to you, I end up like this—aching, desperate, ready to ruin you."

His free hand moved to the zipper of his trousers, dragging it down agonizingly slowly. Without breaking eye contact, he took your wrist and slid your hand inside, letting you feel the heat of him through the damp fabric of his boxers.

Your breath hitched. The moment felt dizzying, overwhelming, sending a shiver through your spine. Your thoughts blurred, overtaken by the sheer intensity of his presence.

His lips ghosted over your ear as he whispered, " It's tempting…to bend you over this fucking table and show everyone exactly how much I want you."

A sharp nip at your neck made you gasp, your body melting against his. Your fingers twitched around him, stroking tentatively, feeling the slickness of his arousal seeping through his boxers.

Gi-hun groaned—a deep, guttural sound that sent a pulse straight between your legs.

Then, his grip on your hair tightened.

" Get on your knees."

The order was hushed, firm, and left no room for defiance.

Your body moved instinctively, sinking before him without hesitation. His darkened gaze flickered with something primal as he looked down at you—on your knees, waiting, eager. It nearly unraveled him.

" Fuck—" He exhaled, fingers threading into your hair before gathering it into his fist, pulling just enough to make your scalp tingle.

" Such a good girl." He murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He guided your face forward, pressing it against the warmth of his bare stomach, the sharp ridges of his abs flexing beneath your lips.

" Lick."

It was a simple command, but his voice dripped with sinful intent.

Your tongue flicked out hesitantly, tracing along the defined lines of his abdomen, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your lips. His breath hitched, fingers tightening in your hair as his entire body tensed.

A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as his head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut in pure, unfiltered pleasure.

His restraint was slipping. And you knew it.

And you weren’t about to stop now.

Your warm breath fanned against his skin as your tongue glided along the sculpted lines of his abs. The way his muscles tensed beneath your lips sent a rush of heat straight between your thighs.

He groaned low in his throat, the sound dark and guttural, his grip on your hair tightening.

" That’s it…such a good girl for me." He murmured, his voice thick with approval.

His other hand came to cradle your jaw, his thumb pressing lightly against your chin, guiding your head lower. " You know exactly where I want that mouth next, don’t you?"

Your lashes fluttered as you looked up at him, eyes dark with unspoken need. His smirk deepened at your expression—so eager, so obedient. He let out a shaky breath, his self-control fraying by the second.

" Undo my belt."

Your fingers trembled slightly as you obeyed, reaching for the leather strap around his waist.

The soft click of the buckle echoed between you, followed by the slow, teasing slide of the belt slipping through the loops.

You could feel how hard he was beneath his trousers, straining against the fabric, desperate for relief.

He let out a low chuckle, watching you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. " So delicate…but I know you can handle this."

You swallowed hard as you unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down the rest of the way. The moment you did, his boxers barely contained the hardness beneath, a damp spot visible where his arousal had already leaked through.

His fingers tightened in your hair, tilting your head back. " Open that pretty mouth for me."

A shiver ran down your spine as you parted your lips, your breath hitching when he ran his thumb along your bottom lip, teasing you. His chest rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths, trying to maintain the last shred of his restraint.

" Fuck…you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this."

Gi-hun’s hips rolled forward slightly, pressing himself against your lips through the fabric, forcing you to feel just how desperate he was for you.

He groaned at the contact, his other hand caressing your cheek before guiding your mouth exactly where he wanted you.

" Now be a good girl and take care of me.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he pressed himself against your lips, the heat of him radiating through the fabric of his boxers.

His fingers tangled in your hair, his grip firm yet teasing, as if testing the limits of his own control.

" You feel that?" He murmured, his voice thick with desire. " That’s what you do to me. Every damn time."

His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your parted lips, smearing the warmth of his arousal against your skin.

He exhaled a shaky breath, tilting his head back for a moment, as if gathering himself.

But then his gaze dropped to you again, dark and dangerous. " Look at you…on your knees, waiting so patiently. You like this, don’t you?"

You swallowed hard, unable to answer, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating deep in his chest.

" Such a good girl."

With a slow, deliberate movement, he finally tugged his boxers down just enough, freeing himself from the tight constraint. His arousal stood heavy and thick before you, the sight alone making your stomach coil with anticipation.

His fingers traced along your jaw, tilting your head up slightly so he could drink in the expression on your face—your wide, expectant eyes, the soft parting of your lips.

" You know what to do." He murmured, voice dangerously low. " Show me just how good you can be."

He guided your head forward, his grip never loosening as he watched you with dark intensity. The heat between you was suffocating, every breath laced with the unspoken tension crackling in the air.

And when your lips finally parted for him, his breath stuttered. His fingers tightened in your hair.

" Fuck—"

His control was slipping. And he was about to lose himself completely to you.

Your lips part as he moves slowly, teasing, dragging out the moment just to watch you squirm. His dark, hooded eyes stay locked onto yours, drinking in every little reaction—every twitch of your mouth, every shallow breath. He knows exactly what he's doing, savoring the power he has over you.

" Look at you." He murmurs, voice dripping with amusement. " So eager to take me, hmm?"

His words send a shiver down your spine, heat pooling in your core. His hips move with deliberate control, each slow thrust forcing you to feel every inch of him.

Your throat tightens around him, and his breath stutters—a sharp inhale, his chest rising and falling with ragged need.

" Fucking hell." He groans, his fingers tangling in your hair. " So fucking perfect like this."

Without warning, he pushes deeper, forcing you to take him further than before. Your throat constricts, a gagged gasp escaping as your eyes flutter shut.

A sharp, choked sound follows, your body instinctively trying to adjust, but he doesn’t let up. He watches you struggle for a moment, his grip tightening in your hair as if he’s daring himself to lose control.

" Fuck, that's it." He hisses. " You can take more, can't you?"

You try to nod, but the intensity of the moment has your body trembling. A muffled whimper vibrates against him, sending a curse tumbling from his lips.

Then, just as suddenly, he pulls back, letting you gasp for air. A thick strand of saliva stretches between you, clinging to his length, glistening under the dim light.

His thumb traces your swollen lips, smearing the wetness across them. " Messy little thing." He murmurs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. " And so damn pretty like this."

The look in his eyes—possessive, hungry—tells you this is far from over.

“ If you keep looking at me like that.” He whispers, his fingers tightening on your hips, “ I won’t be able to hold back.”

Before you can catch your breath, he grabs you, pulling you up with effortless strength and slamming your back against the wall.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips, but it's swallowed immediately as his mouth crashes onto yours, hungry, desperate.

His tongue pushes past your lips, dominating yours with feverish need, as if he can't get enough of you.

" Fuck." He growls against your mouth, his voice thick with lust. " You drive me insane, you know that?"

His hands are everywhere—possessive, demanding. One grips your thigh, hiking it up against his waist, while the other snakes down, sliding under your skirt with shameless urgency.

His fingers skim along the lace of your damp knickers, and he chuckles darkly, pulling back just enough to let you see the smug, hungry look in his eyes.

" So fucking wet for me already." He murmurs, dragging his fingers over the soaked fabric, teasing you, making you arch against him. " You love this, don’t you? Love how I touch you?"

A whimper escapes you as he presses a little harder, rubbing slow, torturous circles. His teeth graze your lower lip before Gi-hun bites down—sharp, claiming—earning a sharp gasp from you.

He soothes it with his tongue, his breath hot against your mouth.

" You take me so well." He praises, his voice low and reverent, filled with pure desire. " Always so perfect for me. So fucking tight, so eager. You were made for this—made for me."

His fingers push aside the fabric, gliding through your slick heat, teasing your entrance before dipping just the tip inside, enough to make you shudder.

His lips move to your jaw, then your neck, biting, sucking, marking you as his.

" That's it, baby." He groans against your skin, feeling the way you react to his every touch. " Let me hear you. Let me feel how bad you need me."

Gi-hun's pace grows rougher, more insistent, as his control frays. And with the way he's looking at you—like he's about to ruin you—you know this is only the beginning.

Before you can react, he grabs you, pulling you up with raw strength and slamming your back against the wall.

The impact steals your breath, but he doesn’t give you a chance to recover—his mouth crashes onto yours, all hunger and desperation. His lips move fiercely against yours, his tongue sweeping inside to claim you, devouring every moan you let slip.

" Damn, you taste so fucking good." He growls against your lips, his voice rough, thick with desire. " I could kiss you like this forever."

His hands are restless, roaming, exploring. One grips your thigh, hoisting it against his hip, pressing you hard against the wall.

The other snakes downward, slipping beneath your skirt with shameless urgency. His fingers graze your inner thigh, teasing you, taking his time like he enjoys feeling you squirm beneath him.

" You're already soaking through." He murmurs against your lips, amusement lacing his voice as he brushes over the damp fabric of your knickers.

His fingers press firmly against your heat, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that make your body jolt.

" Fuck!" He groans, pulling back just enough to look at you—your lips kiss-swollen, your breath shaky. " You love this, don’t you? Love how I touch you?"

You barely manage a nod before he bites down on your lower lip, hard enough to make you gasp. He soothes the sting with his tongue, then trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, to your neck. His teeth scrape against your skin before he bites, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

" That’s it.” He praises, his breath hot against your pulse. " Such a good girl for me. Always so fucking perfect."

His fingers push past the lace, sliding between your slick folds, teasing your entrance, but never quite giving you what you crave.

He groans at how wet you are, his forehead pressing against yours as he rubs his fingers over your clit, slow and torturous.

" You take me so damn well, baby." He murmurs, his lips brushing against yours, his breath ragged. " Always so tight, always ready for me. You were made for this—made for me."

Gi-hun sinks a finger inside, and you choke on a moan, gripping onto his shoulders as your walls clench around him. His dark eyes stay locked on you, watching every little reaction, feeding off your pleasure.

" Fuck, I love how you react to me." He whispers, curling his fingers just right, drawing a sharp cry from you. " You wanna cum for me already, don’t you? You're so fucking desperate for it."

His smirk is wicked as he adds another finger, thrusting deeper, rougher. His other hand grips your thigh tighter, keeping you pinned against the wall as his fingers work you over mercilessly. His breath is hot against your ear as he growls,

" Let go for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum all over my fingers."

And with the way he's touching you—possessive, relentless, like he wants to ruin you—you know you won't last much longer.

His fingers move faster, thrusting deep inside you with a relentless pace, stretching you, filling you.

The wet sounds of your arousal mix with the sharp, ragged breaths escaping both of you, the air between you thick with heat and desire.

Gi-hun watches you, his dark, hungry eyes locked onto your face, taking in the way your lips part, the way your body trembles as you struggle to keep yourself upright against the wall.

" That's it, baby." He murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. " You're so fucking close, aren't you? I can feel you clenching around me."

His fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

Your moans grow louder, needier, and his smirk widens. He loves this—loves knowing he’s the one making you fall apart.

" Shit, you feel so fucking good." He groans, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath hot and heavy. " So damn tight for me…I could do this all night, just watching you come undone on my fingers."

Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as the pressure builds inside you, winding tighter and tighter.

His free hand slides up your body, slipping under your shirt to cup your breast, his thumb rolling over your hardened nipple.

The added sensation makes you gasp, your body arching into him.

" Fuck, look at you." He breathes, his fingers moving even faster. " You're shaking. You wanna cum so bad, don’t you?"

You nod desperately, unable to form words, your legs threatening to give out. Gi-hun chuckles, low and dark, his lips brushing against your ear.

" Then do it, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. Let me feel you fall apart."

The moment he says it, your body gives in, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your walls tighten around his fingers, a sharp cry escaping your lips as the orgasm rips through you.

He doesn’t stop—he keeps thrusting, drawing it out, making sure you feel every last second of pleasure.

" Fuck, that’s it." he groans, watching you with pure hunger. " Shit, you’re so fucking beautiful like this."

As your body trembles from the aftershocks, he finally slows, his fingers still buried deep inside you, lazily stroking you through the last waves of bliss.

Gi-hun brings his hand up, his fingers glistening with your arousal, and smirks before slipping them into his mouth, groaning as he tastes you.

" Sweet as fucking honey." He murmurs, his eyes dark with promise. " And I’m not even close to being done with you."

With that look in his eyes, you know he means it.

With a desperate need that matches your own, he swiftly tugs at your skirt, yanking it down along with your panties, leaving you bare before him.

The cool air against your heated skin sends a shiver down your spine, but the way he looks at you—hungry, possessive—sets your entire body ablaze.

Before you can react, he grabs you, pulling you up with raw strength and slamming your back against the wall.

The impact steals your breath, but he doesn’t give you a chance to recover—his mouth crashes onto yours, all hunger and desperation.

His lips move fiercely against yours, his tongue sweeping inside to claim you, devouring every moan you let slip.

" Damn, you taste so fucking good." He growls against your lips, his voice rough, thick with desire. " I could kiss you like this forever."

His hands are restless, roaming, exploring. One grips your thigh, hoisting it against his hip, pressing you hard against the wall.

The other snakes downward, slipping beneath your skirt with shameless urgency. His fingers graze your inner thigh, teasing you, taking his time like he enjoys feeling you squirm beneath him.

" You're already soaking through." He murmurs against your lips, amusement lacing his voice as he brushes over the damp fabric of your knickers.

His fingers press firmly against your heat, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that make your body jolt.

" Fuck!" He groans, pulling back just enough to look at you—your lips kiss-swollen, your breath shaky. " You love this, don’t you? Love how I touch you?"

You barely manage a nod before he bites down on your lower lip, hard enough to make you gasp. He soothes the sting with his tongue, then trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, to your neck.

His teeth scrape against your skin before he bites, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

" That’s it.” He praises, his breath hot against your pulse. " Such a good girl for me. Always so fucking perfect."

His fingers push past the lace, sliding between your slick folds, teasing your entrance, but never quite giving you what you crave.

He groans at how wet you are, his forehead pressing against yours as he rubs his fingers over your clit, slow and torturous.

" You take me so damn well, baby." He murmurs, his lips brushing against yours, his breath ragged. " Always so tight, always ready for me. You were made for this—made for me."

Gi-hun sinks a finger inside, and you choke on a moan, gripping onto his shoulders as your walls clench around him. His dark eyes stay locked on you, watching every little reaction, feeding off your pleasure.

" Fuck, I love how you react to me." He whispers, curling his fingers just right, drawing a sharp cry from you. " You wanna cum for me already, don’t you? You're so fucking desperate for it."

His smirk is wicked as he adds another finger, thrusting deeper, rougher. His other hand grips your thigh tighter, keeping you pinned against the wall as his fingers work you over mercilessly. His breath is hot against your ear as he growls,

" Let go for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum all over my fingers."

And with the way he's touching you—possessive, relentless, like he wants to ruin you—you know you won't last much longer.

His fingers move faster, thrusting deep inside you with a relentless pace, stretching you, filling you.

The wet sounds of your arousal mix with the sharp, ragged breaths escaping both of you, the air between you thick with heat and desire.

Gi-hun watches you, his dark, hungry eyes locked onto your face, taking in the way your lips part, the way your body trembles as you struggle to keep yourself upright against the wall.

" That's it, baby." He murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. " You're so fucking close, aren't you? I can feel you clenching around me."

His fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

Your moans grow louder, needier, and his smirk widens. He loves this—loves knowing he’s the one making you fall apart.

" Shit, you feel so fucking good." He groans, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath hot and heavy. " So damn tight for me…I could do this all night, just watching you come undone on my fingers."

Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as the pressure builds inside you, winding tighter and tighter.

His free hand slides up your body, slipping under your shirt to cup your breast, his thumb rolling over your hardened nipple.

The added sensation makes you gasp, your body arching into him.

" Fuck, look at you." He breathes, his fingers moving even faster. " You're shaking. You wanna cum so bad, don’t you?"

You nod desperately, unable to form words, your legs threatening to give out. Gi-hun chuckles, low and dark, his lips brushing against your ear.

" Then do it, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. Let me feel you fall apart."

The moment he says it, your body gives in, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your walls tighten around his fingers, a sharp cry escaping your lips as the orgasm rips through you.

He doesn’t stop—he keeps thrusting, drawing it out, making sure you feel every last second of pleasure.

" Fuck, that’s it." He groans, watching you with pure hunger. " Shit, you’re so fucking beautiful like this."

As your body trembles from the aftershocks, he finally slows, his fingers still buried deep inside you, lazily stroking you through the last waves of bliss.

Gi-hun brings his hand up, his fingers glistening with your arousal, and smirks before slipping them into his mouth, groaning as he tastes you.

" Sweet as fucking honey." He murmurs, his eyes dark with promise. " And I’m not even close to being done with you."

With that look in his eyes, you know he means it.

With a desperate need that matches your own, he swiftly tugs at your skirt, yanking it down along with your panties, leaving you bare before him.

The cool air against your heated skin sends a shiver down your spine, but the way he looks at you—hungry, possessive—sets your entire body ablaze.

" Fuck." He breathes, taking a step back to admire you, his tongue swiping over his lower lip. " Look at you…spread out for me, dripping, desperate. You’re so fucking perfect."

Gi-hun's voice is thick with lust, his eyes dark and full of need. He could devour you right here, right now—but first, he needs a moment to prepare himself.

You watch, entranced, as he takes a small step back, his fingers moving to his waistband.

With one swift motion, he undoes his belt, the metallic clink sending a thrill through your body. He shoves his pants down just enough to free himself, and the sight of him—thick, hard, glistening with arousal—makes your core clench with anticipation.

" See what you do to me?" He mutters, wrapping his hand around his length, stroking it slowly.

His gaze stays locked on yours, watching your reaction, drinking in every little tremor that runs through your body.

" You make me so fucking hard. I need to be inside you, need to feel you wrapped around me."

Then, without breaking eye contact, he spits on his length, his fingers spreading the wetness as he strokes himself with slow, deliberate movements.

The lewd, slick sounds fill the air, making your thighs squeeze together involuntarily. He smirks at your reaction, his pace quickening slightly as he watches you shift, aching for him.

" Fuck, baby." He groans, his voice strained with restraint. " You’re watching me so damn closely. Does it turn you on? Seeing how bad I want you?"

You swallow hard, nodding, your body already begging for him.

Gi-hun steps closer again, the heat radiating off him making your skin burn with need. His free hand grips your thigh, pulling you back against the wall, spreading you open for him.

" Are you ready for me?" He murmurs, positioning himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip, dragging it slowly through your slick folds. " Because once I start, I’m not stopping until I’ve ruined you."

The promise in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. You know he means every word.

Before you can catch your breath, he grabs your waist and flips you around effortlessly. Your chest presses against the cold tiles, a sharp contrast to the burning heat between your thighs.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as the sting from the sudden movement radiates across your skin, your hands clutching at the wall for support.

" Fuck, you look so good like this." He growls behind you, his voice thick with lust. His hands grip your hips possessively, holding you firmly in place.

Gi-hun presses his body against yours, his bare chest warm against your back, his hardness throbbing as it nestles between your thighs. The contact alone makes you shudder.

" You’re shaking." He murmurs against your ear, his breath hot, teasing. " Are you that desperate for me already?"

Before you can respond, he shifts slightly, one hand sliding down your stomach, grazing your sensitive skin before he reaches between your legs.

His fingers part your slick folds, spreading you open for him. He groans at the feeling of how wet you are, how easily you yield to his touch.

" Fuck, baby." He mutters, rubbing slow, lazy circles over your clit. " So damn ready for me. You need me to fill you up, don’t you?"

A strangled moan escapes your lips as he pulls back just enough to guide himself to your entrance.

The thick head of his cock presses against you, teasing, stretching you just enough to make you gasp. He doesn’t push in yet—just lets the tip rest there, pulsing, making you feel the heat of him.

" Feel that?" He groans, sliding just the tip in before pulling back out again, torturing you with anticipation. " You’re already sucking me in, baby. So fucking tight for me."

You whimper, pressing back against him instinctively, but his grip tightens on your hips, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

His free hand comes up, gripping your hair, tilting your head back just enough for him to whisper in your ear.

" Patience." he chuckles darkly, nipping at your earlobe. " I wanna hear you beg for it."

He thrusts just the tip inside again, slow and deliberate, making your legs tremble beneath you. The pressure, the teasing, the way he’s holding back when you need him the most—it’s unbearable.

" Tell me how bad you want it." He demands, his voice deep and commanding. " Tell me you need me to ruin you."

And with the way he’s holding you, teasing you, keeping you on the edge, you know you’ll say anything just to have him inside you.

A shudder runs through you as he finally pushes inside, stretching you inch by inch, filling you completely.

He groans at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, his grip on your hips tightening as he buries himself to the hilt.

" Fuck." He hisses, his forehead pressing against your shoulder. " You feel so fucking good, baby. So damn tight for me."

Gi-hun stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your hip. But the second he feels you relax around him, his restraint snaps.

With a sharp thrust, he pulls back and slams into you, knocking the breath from your lungs.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air as he picks up his pace, each deep stroke hitting the spot that makes you see stars.

You barely have time to moan before his hand suddenly covers your mouth, silencing you.

" Shh.” He whispers, his voice a low, dangerous growl. " Someone just walked in. You wouldn’t want them to hear how filthy you sound, would you?"

His hips snap forward, rougher this time, forcing a muffled cry from you against his palm. His other hand snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him, making sure you take every inch.

" God, you love this, don’t you?" He murmurs in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. " Being fucked like this…helpless, pinned against the wall, forced to keep quiet while I ruin you."

He thrusts deeper, grinding against you with each movement, his cock stretching you in a way that has your legs shaking beneath you.

His hand stays firm over your mouth as he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear.

" Bet you’d love to scream for me.” He continues, his voice laced with amusement. " Beg me to go harder, tell me how fucking good I feel inside you. But you can’t, can you?"

Another sharp thrust, and your muffled whimper only fuels him further. His grip tightens on your jaw as he presses you harder against the tiles, completely at his mercy.

" Such a good girl," he praises, voice husky. " Taking me so fucking well. So damn tight, so fucking perfect around me."

He’s relentless now, his strokes deep and punishing, the pleasure almost overwhelming. His teeth graze your neck, his tongue flicking against your sensitive skin before he bites down, marking you.

" You’re gonna cum for me." Gi-hun growls against your ear, his pace never faltering. " And you’re gonna do it just like this—silently, while anyone could walk in and see how fucking wrecked you are for me."

His words send you spiraling, and with the way he’s pounding into you, you know you won’t last much longer.

A deep, guttural groan rumbles from his chest as he thrusts one last time, his body tensing against yours.

The pleasure crashes over both of you at once, white-hot and overwhelming. Your walls flutter around him, gripping him tightly as he releases deep inside you, filling you completely.

His grip on your waist tightens, as if anchoring himself in the moment, before his forehead drops to your shoulder, breathless and spent.

" Fuck, baby." He murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. " You took me so damn well…like you were made for me."

Your legs tremble beneath you, your body still shuddering from the aftershocks of pleasure. He chuckles softly, the sound deep and smug, his hands running soothing circles over your hips.

" Look at you." He praises, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. " Still shaking. Did I fuck you that good?"

Gi-hun gives you a moment to recover, his fingers tracing along your skin, grounding you as your breath steadies.

Then, with slow, deliberate care, he pulls out, and the absence of him leaves you aching. A sharp gasp escapes you as you feel the warmth between your thighs, the mixture of both of you trailing down your legs.

His hands slide down, his fingers catching the mess as it drips down your inner thighs. A deep, satisfied hum leaves his lips as he gathers the slick evidence of what just happened between you, spreading it between his fingers before bringing it up to show you.

" Look at this, baby." He murmurs, his voice husky, laced with amusement and something darker. " See how messy you are for me? God, that’s so fucking sexy."

His fingers brush against your lips, smearing the slickness across your skin as his eyes darken with renewed hunger. " You take everything I give you so perfectly." He whispers, his tone both reverent and possessive.

" My perfect girl."

He watches you with a smirk, his fingers still playing with the remnants of your pleasure, knowing damn well that even though you're spent, he’s already thinking about ruining you all over again.

Gi-hun notices. Of course, he does. His smirk deepens, eyes flickering with mischief as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief.

Without a word, he crouches slightly, his fingers brushing against your thigh as he wipes away the mixture of fluids staining your skin.

The sensation makes you shudder, your breath hitching, but what makes it worse is the way he watches you—the way his dark eyes gleam with satisfaction, as if admiring his own handiwork.

His touch is surprisingly gentle, but the teasing glint in his expression is anything but.

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he continues his slow, deliberate movements. “ Look at this mess.” He muses, his tone full of mock disapproval. “ I really did a number on you, huh?”

Your face burns at his words, and you swat at his shoulder, but he only laughs, the rich sound filling the tiny stall. “ Stop talking.” You grumble, turning your face away in embarrassment.

Gi-hun leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, “ Why? You seemed to like it just fine a few minutes ago.”

Your entire body tenses at that, and when you finally turn back to him, ready to argue, you find him grinning at you—so smug, so pleased with himself.

And yet, beneath all the teasing, there’s something else in his gaze—something softer. A silent admiration, as if he still can’t quite believe this moment just happened

He finishes wiping you off, tucking the soiled handkerchief back into his pocket before straightening up.

His hands return to your waist, giving you a reassuring squeeze as he looks at you with something dangerously close to adoration.

“ You okay?” He asks, his voice quieter now, more sincere.

You nod, though your legs are still wobbly. “ Yeah,” you whisper, unable to meet his eyes for too long.

Gi-hun chuckles, tilting your chin up so you have no choice but to look at him. “ Good.” He murmurs, pressing one last lingering kiss to your lips. “ Because I’m not done with you yet.”

“ If I wasn’t so damn professional, I would’ve shown them exactly who you belong to.”

His voice was quiet but laced with unmistakable possessiveness.

Your chest tightened at his words.

This was dangerous.

This was insane.

Gi-hun’s lips linger on yours for a moment before he finally pulls back, his eyes searching yours with something unreadable—something deeper than just satisfaction.

He brushes his thumb over your flushed cheek, his usual teasing smirk softening into something almost tender.

“ You’re still shaking.” He murmurs, his voice lower now, more careful.

You try to steady yourself, taking a shaky breath, but your legs are still weak. He notices, of course. His hands are back on your waist in an instant, holding you up as if you might collapse at any second.

You can feel his warmth, his steady presence, and it makes your heart pound even harder.

“ Come here.” He says, his tone losing its earlier cockiness. Before you can protest, he scoops you up in one swift motion, cradling you in his arms effortlessly.

“ Si-sir!” you stammer, heat rushing to your face. “ I can walk just fine—”

“ Oh, really?” He interrupts, raising a brow. “ Because from where I’m standing, you look like you can barely stand at all.”

You open your mouth to argue, but his smirk is back, playful yet fond. You know he won’t budge, so you sigh and let your head rest against his shoulder, trying to hide how flustered you are.

As he carries you out of the cubicle, his grip remains firm but gentle, his fingers occasionally brushing against your skin.

The air between you has shifted—no longer just teasing and desire, but something quieter, something warmer.

He carries you over to the small bench near the sink and carefully sets you down. Then, much to your surprise, he kneels in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs as he looks up at you with an expression that makes your breath catch.

“ I wasn’t too rough, was I?” His voice is quieter now, the cocky edge replaced with something more vulnerable.

You shake your head, your fingers instinctively reaching out to brush his messy hair back from his face. “ No…You were perfect.”

Something flickers in his eyes at your words—relief, maybe even something like pride. He lets out a soft chuckle, leaning into your touch. “ Good.” He murmurs. “ Because I don’t think I could’ve held back even if I tried.”

A comfortable silence settles between you. The world outside the small restroom feels distant, like it doesn’t exist at all.

Gi-hun watches you for a moment longer before he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your knee, a stark contrast to the fire that had consumed him moments ago.

“ You really do drive me insane.” He mutters against your skin.

And with the way he’s looking at you now—like he never wants to let you go—you know this is far from over.

He tilted his head slightly, smirking at your dazed expression. Then, without warning, he stole a quick, fleeting kiss—his lips barely brushing against yours before pulling back, his smirk deepening when he saw the way you froze.

“ Fix yourself up.” He murmured, stepping back fully and unlocking the stall door.

And just like that, he was gone—leaving you alone, breathless, and completely confused about everything that had just happened.

You stood there for a moment, gripping the edges of your skirt as you tried to steady your breathing. Your heart was still racing, your skin still tingling from the brief contact of his lips.

What the hell just happened?

Gi-hun had always been distant, calculated—yet tonight, he was anything but. His jealousy, his possessiveness, the way he cornered you, confessed what he wanted so bluntly…it left you completely off balance.

And worse?

It stirred something deep inside you that you weren’t ready to face.

Shaking your head, you turned toward the mirror, patting your cheeks to cool the heat burning beneath your skin.

You needed to compose yourself. You were still at an event, and Gi-hun—your boss—was waiting for you.

Taking a deep breath, you straighten your posture, smoothing out your skirt before pushing open the bathroom door.

[yuujiologyy]

thinking about collecting debt from gi-hun another way.

the mans hair was a mused sweaty mess with some stray pieces sticking to his forehead. gi-huns chest heaved, hungry for air hoping to clear his mind. it felt his senses went haywire, he was feeling all the wrong emotions!

and unmistakably there’s a tent in his pants, he’s hard.

“masochist bitch gi-hun likes it rough, huh?” you crowded cover him in the small bathroom. gi-hun attempted to scoot away but his back hit the wall with a thud.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about…” he looked away not daring to look in your eyes, he could practically see the lust spilling from them.

the air was thick around the both of you, making his head feel stuffed with cotton. that had to be why gi-hun didn’t feel scared, he felt aroused.

“then whats this guy doing awake, hmm?” you leaned into his personal space, giving his cock a hard squeeze. eliciting the most delectable mewl to slip from his lips.

“look at you… all hot n' bothered from getting a little roughed up. is this what you wanted gi-hun? to be put in your place like this?”

he whimpered and shook his head pathetically yet he couldn’t muster the words to deny your claims.

"it's alright, i know just what to do with sluts like you.”

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"mmph-, you can't suddenly go that deep, sir, you’ll ruin me–!”

gi-huns face contorted into bliss as he came for the umpteenth time adding to the mess of bodily fluids coating both your bodies. your pace on his hole was unrelenting, obvious that you we're using him to chase your own release.

"y'know, the term 'punishment' isn't supposed to mean you enjoy it.' you sighed, rubbing a hand over your head. "what to do with a slut like you.."

"m' s-sorry, sorry sir!" gi-huns nails dug into your biceps, the only thing anchoring him from falling into a subspace even though it was probably too late to worry about that. from their perch on your shoulders, gi-huns legs shook vehemently.

you placed a hand on gi-huns stomach, almost cumming from the feeling of your cock bulging his stomach. "fuck baby, with such a slutty body like this you could make back the money you owe me in a few days."

"but do i really want to share you?" you faked contemplation before grabbing gi-huns face in your hand. his cheeks squished together, pursing his lips. "tell me gi-hun," you leaned in, barely an inch away from his lips. "do you want to be everyones slut?"

he made a broken gurgle sound in his throat in reply, eyes glazed over and unfocused. he was too fucked out to reply. how adorable.

"well good thing you have me to make the choice for you." you bit down on the junction between his neck and shoulder as a way to stake your claim on the man. "from this day onward, you're my bitch till you pay off what you owe me. it's a pleasure to be working with you, gi-hun."

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[vrystalius]

Not saying “I love you“ back to the Squid game men.

How will they react if you don‘t say it back? In what scenario would they not say it back to you?

Pairing: The Recruiter, Thanos, Nam-gyu, Dae-ho, Gi-hun, In-ho x gn!reader

Summary: Them not saying “I love you“, their reaction to you not saying “I love you“

Genre: fluff, a lil bit of angst sprinkled on top

If you’re interested, here’s more fluff! Calling the Squid Game men some weird petnames and their reaction to it!

(Pre-Squid game)

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Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // The Salesman

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It barely ever happens, really. He adores everything about you, from your face, voice, body and the ground you walk on; that man is ready to worship you like a devoted follower would to the most merciful goddess. Therefor he would always be aware of how to make your day a little better, even if it‘s just a small “I love you” or a gentle kiss here and there.

The first thing you hear from him in the morning is a groggy voice mumbling a small “Good morning love...” into your ear while warm kisses were trailed down your back.

While standing in the kitchen and searching the fridge for any signs of a tasty breakfast, a small “I love you, I‘ll be back later!“ would echo slightly through the apartment as the front door closed.

Once, he did forget to say his usual I love you on the way out. He thought about how he possibly could forget? You‘re probably overthinking everything now and think what you might‘ve done wrong or do to offend him. You didn‘t, though! He was just too caught up in perfecting his appearance because his damn hair refused to obey and submit to his meticulous styling.

The poor man was almost scared to come home. As some sort of peace offering, he bought some of your favorite take-out food alongside some dessert, flowers and a new bracelet he thought you might like. Anything to try and make you know that he does really love you.

“Apologies, it completely slipped my mind. It will never happen again my sunshine. I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

His face may be neutral and his expressions calculated but his features soften up immensely when you show even an ounce of affection. His smirk shifts into a dreamy smile, the crinkles around his mouth shifting and becoming bigger, his eyes twinkling just a little. He just can’t suppress when you even look at him.

Your kisses and words energise him, gift him life, so whenever you don’t give him that little boost of dopamine, he gets visibly more tense in a way.

The silence that followed after his usual “I love you my darling, I’ll be back later!” was almost eerie to him. He stuck his head back into the kitchen to check if you even heard him. You glanced back at him for a moment and gave your husband a dismissive head nod. So you did hear him?

Silently, he left the apartment and went on with his usual day during that time of the year. For some reason, today he is especially looking forward to slap his elders for loosing a damn children’s game. His face remained neutral and had his usual smirk on his face, but deep inside, he’s offended, confused, worried, stressed; all the negative emotions someone can feel after their spouse doesn’t reincorporate ones affection.

Do you want a divorce? Because hell no, he’d never let you go no matter how hard you

But once he got a little text message on his phone that read a simple: “Need cuddles in bed later pls. Got some snacks too. Love you.”, all of his worries washed away in an instant. You probably were still too sleepy to answer this morning.

A smile spread over his face as he thought about slipping into your arms tonight. Isn’t it ridiculous how he melt like putty in your hands?

“You forgot something this morning and it did worry me a lot. But it doesn’t matter, it’s silly anyway.”

Thanos // Su-bong // Player 230

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s actually quite rare to hear Thanos say “I love you” word for word. He still feels awkward committing himself to the relationship you have and those three magic words feel so heavy on his tongue, so he’ll rephrase them to suit his level of comfort. “Love ya”, “Thanos loves you” and “Me too” are his ways to dodge the action to reincorporate those sweets words you shower him with.

Thanos only really says “I love you” if you two are alone, sober and you holding him in your arms. To be cradled by someone he admires, cares and loves so much makes him want to cry for some reason, but he suppresses those emotions and instead buries his face in your shoulder as your hand soothingly runs up and down his back.

Those are the times you hear a small “I love you…” being mumbled against your warm skin.

So quiet it’s almost unnoticeable, yet it was there. You know Su-bong needs time to get used to everything, so you’ll settle with a small audio message-rap in reply to your usual “I love you” text message.

“Back to the kitty ‘cause she kinda pretty, I can’t stop looking at her ti- ti- ti-face.. Anyways, thinking of you babygirl. Iloveyatoo.” (You barely caught him saying this the way how quietly he mumbled it into the mic)

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

It’s fine. It’s cool. You don’t have to reassure him every day that you love him, it’s totally fine. You still love him like you did the day before.

It causes a deep panic inside of Thanos when you don’t give him his usual “I love you” text in the morning after he had woken up. He kept checking his phone like a madman, while he was brushing his teeth, peeking his arm and head out of the shower in the middle of shampooing, staring at his text messages while microwaving himself an convenience store meal. Nothing.

Not wanting to reach out first and appear clingy, he decided to write you like he is not having a full blown eternal panic attack. A small voice message here, a picture of his food there, a selfie from the bottom to show off his double chin, anything really.

You replied like normal but still, his eyes searched for the three key words. I. Love. You.

Thanos doesn’t want to admit to himself or to anyone for that matter that your calls, texts, hell, you coming over is like the most addictive drug to him. And he had his share of all kinds of colourful drugs.

His foot was nervously tapping the ground while his finger kept ringing your poor doorbell until you were forced to answer. He gave you a close look up and down, his lips formed into a pout of sorts.

“You okay? You didn’t text me you love me this morning. It’s totally cool and all but like… do you want to break up with me or something?”

Nam-gyu // Player 124

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Similar to Thanos, at first, Nam-gyu barely ever told you how much he loved you, liked you even. He just assumed you already knew and his actions were enough. A small side hug there and ruffling your hair here had to be enough for the rest of the week anyway.

He is guarded, afraid of commitment and to be frank in belief that you’re using him for the longest of time. Maybe you’re just “dating” him to get access to high-end drugs, all kinds of clubs or whatever else reason there is there to date him but for love.

You had to say those three magic words first for him to get comfortable with the thought that you are actually just want to date and love him. It came to him in the middle of a night shift at a random club he was supposed to promote. A moment of enlightenment.

Nam-gyu hid in a bathroom stall with his phone and ignored whatever the couple was doing next door, writing you a whole paragraph about what he was thinking, feeling, before deleting everything again because he thought he’d come off as some kind of pussy if he’d sent that.

His first time telling you how much he loved you was at your place. A casual evening watching some random movie you picked out while being arms deep in a bag of chips and dressed like a homeless person, Nam-gyu was staring up at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the universe even during this ungraceful moment of yours, admiring you in silence until finally…

“I love you.”

˚✧₊⁎⁺˳

♡— You not saying I love you…

Did he fuck up again? Do or say something wrong? Don’t you love him anymore? Was there someone else?? His thoughts go ballistic as he stared at the screen of his phone with a deadpan-expression, trying to shake the crippling fear and nervousness off while looking nonchalant.

Nam-gyu’s finger kept hovering over the call button to check on you in case something happened because there could be a whole other person talking to him by how there were no affirmations at all.

He doesn’t want to appear clingy or too attached to you as that may scare you off or even disgust you, so Nam-gyu’s casually mention that one time you didn’t say “I love you” while fidgeting with his ring, trying to appear indifferent about it while intensely watching your facial expression shift to try and detect if you’re lying about your reasoning or not.

Your boyfriend is afraid to not be good enough, too much, too little. Your little affirmations give him reassurance, every day a little more until he’s full convinced that you do really, really love him.

“Hey, uhhh. Did you forget anything today?… No? You sure? Mkay.”

Dae-ho // Player 388

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Never happens. Either he is dead and not able to reply to you or already said it multiple times throughout the day. Dae-ho has separation anxiety and gets nervous when he doesn’t have you in line of his sight or not around him in general, that’s why he always tells you how much he loves you whenever he can.

Off to the bathroom? I love you. Bringing the trash out? I love you. Getting dressed? You’re gorgeous and I love you. You could be simply existing and Dae-ho would bury his face in your neck and mumble a soft I love you into your warm skin, his lips planting a soft kiss here and there.

Dae-ho is just a little scared about saying his usual affirmation in front of his family, mostly his father. He’s a very affectionate and physical man but he still wants to look like the tough-marine-son his dad wants to see.

His sisters know better though, they see how their brother’s eyes twinkle in delight when you help his mom out in the kitchen with the dinner.

He does make it up to you after coming home though. Your boyfriend will stuff the leftovers his mom gave him into the microwave and usher to you made yourself comfortable on the couch while he makes some preparations to completely pamper you for the rest of the evening.

Sometimes Dae-ho’ll even try to flirt a little but he’s still a little awkward in that department.

“Hey, do you want some snacks with that? A drink? O-Or am I enough of a snack…?”

˚✧₊⁎⁺˳

♡— You not saying I love you…

Every time Dae-ho tells you that he loves you, you always reply with equal enthusiasm. How could you not? That golden retriever of a man gets that almost childish smile of his whenever you kiss his cheek or just tell him that he looks handsome today.

Once, you tested how he’d react when you don’t give him his hourly dose of dopamine by deflecting or ignoring his touches.

As his arms securely snaked around your waist and gently pulled you against his torso, you paid him no mind and continued to stir the ramen in the food container. He watched the noodles move in circles and gave your waist a gentle poke, trying to pull your attention to him. Dae-ho’s eyes slowly dimmed and the edges of his smile turned downwards.

The silence made him seriously nervous. You could feel his rapidly increasing heartbeat drum against your back.

“Hey… is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. Can you talk to me?…”

Gi-hun // Player 456 (post s1)

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Gi-hun always reassures you of his love, even during arguments. He wants you to know that he cherishes and loves you for the rest of his life and that you are his everything. Whenever he doesn’t say I love you, something must’ve happened.

He has been missing for a whole week and you had no idea where your boyfriend went. Gi-hun didn’t leave a note, a voice mail, no nothing!

And after he returned and suddenly began giving you expensive gifts, the same boyfriend that used to ask you for money to get himself an convenience store dinner, now began buying you new headphones, bracelet and whatever else you even eyed.

It was nice, sure, but you were more worried about his mental state. He was paranoid and quiet, kept checking his whole body for some kind of tracker and barely ever spoke what was on his mind. Gi-hun began having panic attacks and you were barely able to leave his side because of how terrified he was to leave you alone.

He barely touched you, gave you kisses or affection. He changed after whatever happened during that week he went missing.

While running your fingers through his hair, trying to make him fall asleep after being awake for two days straight, he sleepily stared up at you through his dyed-red hair. His voice was quiet, broken almost.

“I’m sorry. Please… know that I love you. I love you so much.. Don’t leave me, please… please...”

˚✧₊⁎⁺˳

♡— You not saying I love you back…

Your boyfriend called out to you but you didn’t quite hear what he said, so you replied with an “yeah!” and just hoped that that’s an appropriate response to whatever he tried to tell or ask you. It wasn’t.

Gi-hun stood there for a couple of moments, waiting on your reply to yelling “I love you!” across the whole apartment. When nothing came, he didn’t call out to you again. You were probably busy with something or don’t want him with your right now, he gets that.

Later though, thoughts of self-doubt began to cook up inside his mind. As he bit all his nails to shreds he overthought about how you had enough of him now. Maybe you are falling out of love now after how the death games fucked up his mind and body. You’re surely fed up with his paranoia and secretive behaviour, how much he has been obsession over finding a weird salesman. Surely.

The metallic taste that spread inside his mouth after biting the skin surrounding his nails began to open and bleed finally pulled Gi-hun out of his self-destructive thoughts that continued to circle like a toy train. Picking up his throwaway phone and choosing the one contact he saved on every single burner phone he had as “Reason to smile ❤️” and pressing the call button.

“Gi-hun? What’s wrong?” Your voice forced a small smile to form on his face. He hesitated

“Hey. Just wanted to ask if I should bring some take out home tonight. That’s all.”

In-ho // The Frontman // Player 001

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s purely just to tease you. When bored, In-ho will make you his greatest entertainment.

He likes making you annoyed and flustered, so he’ll intentionally ignore you just to make you react and pout at him adorably while he was trying so hard to keep his stone cold face and not break into a shit-eating grin and maybe even pull on your cheek to make you whine even more.

In-ho adores your whole being and cherishes all of your affections, so he’ll let himself get showered in them any tome he can.

Expect you to he cuddled up on his lap while he was leaning back in the leather chair, mumbling a complaint about how you covered his whole face in kisses but managed to miss the bridge of his nose. He will not allow you to move off his lap until you covered his whole face in kisses again as compensation for that mistake of yours.

So, In-ho’ll intentionally not give you affection so you pay even more attention to him. He is like a cat in that way weirdly enough.

Once you finally break his facade, the flood gates will open and you will be showered, bathed, drowned in his affection, physical and verbal.

“Fine. I’ll say it just because you’ve been so good to me today. I love you, my dearest, lovely darling.”

˚✧₊⁎⁺˳

♡— You not saying I love you back…

In-ho has a dedicated frequency on his walkie-talkie for you, so he can call in and ask you to come to his office for a kiss that cannot wait, to inform you that he is in the bedroom and retiring for the day or just to tell you that he loves you randomly throughout the day.

Of course, you’d always reply back with your own gadget, but to pay back his infinite teasing he has done to you, you decided to ignore him the way he sometimes does to you. Payback.

Your husband called into your frequency. “Dove, are you free right now? Come to my office, I miss you.” and so your game begins. You simply ignored his request and continued getting comfortable in your bed and all the sheets surrounding you, grinning to yourself as you awaited the next time In-ho calls in again, for which you don’t have to wait long for.

“Darling, I am waiting. Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?” Your grin widened as you heard how impatient he was slowly getting with the lack of your response. “I can see you in the bedroom.” That one caught you off guard. Did he install cameras in your shared bedroom??

Almost on cue, your bedroom door opened, revealing the masked Frontman. His shoulders were tense and you could feel his intense state through the mask. You stared back, not expecting how quickly your husband would cave in and visit you himself. Innocently, you batted your lashes at him.

In-ho slipped his mask off and carelessly tossed it on the nightstand. “Why are you ignoring me? Are you upset or just moody?” Unimpressed, you silently glared at him. He gave you an equally uninterested look and leaned down to your face to give you a small peck on your cheek. “Not enough. More.”

A chuckle escaped his lips as his lips cracked into a smile.

“Demanding, aren’t we? Fine. As you wish.”

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading <3

Watch me announce that I’m going to post In-ho’s yandere profile and proceed to get hit with the most ungodly group-assignment in Chemistry. Anyways, take this as an apology! Had to write a little fluff for them since the only thing I’m finding is smut 🙏😭 I’m not complaining but this fluff prompt came to me like a truck during a class of mine. It was originally inspired by this post and I made a similar one before for the Demon Slayer hashira. Check it out if you’re interested!!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[dollivication]

ᥫ᭡. IF THEY GOT A HOLD OF YOUR PANTIES ᥫ᭡.

ᢉ𐭩 ft. hwang in-ho/player 001/the frontman, seong gi-hun/player 456, thanos/choi su-bong/player 230 , kang dae-ho/player 388, nam-gyu/player 124

ᢉ𐭩 cw: nsfw, perviness, panty-sniffing, masturbation, nam-gyu cussing you out/insulting you LOL??, fairly icky stuff, dirty fantasies, fem!reader. gooner activities. mdni

ᢉ𐭩 a/n: doesn’t take place in the games but… if you want to interpret this that way you can LOLS. sorry if it seems rushed i was very eager to take this out...

HWANG IN-HO/PLAYER 001/FRONTMAN

-honestly? he’d probably find it very endearing how you still maintain your style underneath all your clothes.

-he uses this as a better insight to your tastes. mentally noting down your preferences as he properly looks at the pair in his hands, turning the article of clothing around with a watchful gaze and rubbing it between his fingertips to feel the texture.

-lacy or simple? noted. silky or cotton? he’ll keep it in mind. dark or pastel? he’ll make sure to keep an eye out for something similar. he wants to know every aspect of your character, and this serves as the perfect chance. “How cute..” he’d muse.

-doesn’t judge whatsoever. after all, they belong to you, that by itself is a blessing. that being said, he doesn’t exactly have a need for them as he much prefers the thing that wears them. he prides himself on his self-control. you could not catch him acting like a hormonal teen.

-at the most, he’ll give them a tiny sniff, brushing his lips against them and flick the tip of his tongue out just to give himself the daily dose of your smell and taste, smiling to himself as he intakes the scent and flavor. but don’t worry, he puts them right back where he found them without ever telling a soul. <3

SEONG GI-HUN/PLAYER 456 (S1)

-his mind goes blank. does this make him a perv? well, probably. does he really care? somewhat. he wouldn’t have much of an explanation if someone walked in on him at that moment.

-just stares as he ponders what to do with them. he could put them down, pretend it never happened—it’s not like he had any bad intentions.. but an opportunity like this doesn’t come around often. and it’s been years since he had anything to properly give him a release.

-kind of has an inner battle over whether or not it’s worth actually being a dirty old man for relief or being a respectable one and giving up on this opening. yet of course.. he’s only human. and he just wants you so much :( !!

-pretty much uses your panties to muffle himself, sniffing at it like a dog whilst rutting slowly into a pillow. of course, the thin undergarments could only do so much in the face of his needy little sounds <3

-panting heavily, letting out grunts as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Please.. Please..” his face almost looks pained with a slack jaw and furrowed brow, hands grasping at the pillow beneath him to try and ground himself. (it doesn’t work, because he quickly begins to pick up the pace.)

-gasps when he finally climaxes, burying his face even deeper into your underwear to the point he might suffocate himself all while shooting out his seed over his pillow. feels pretty disgusted in himself and guilty after he comes down from his high, pouting a little at the mess he made. still, he can’t deny how blissful it felt. it was almost like you were right there with him…. </3

-keeps your panties. yeah, hopefully those weren’t your favorite pair—because they’re his now. he’ll return them at some point, but until then, if you ever exasperatedly tell him about the loss, gi-hun will keep his mouth shut and play the oblivious. >.<

THANOS/CHOI SU-BONG/PLAYER 230

-he looks like an immature highschool boy with the way he marvels at your panties, as if he hasn’t been in previous sexual flings and one-night stands where he has most likely witnessed all kinds of undergarments. and yanked them off…

-i guess the only reason why he’s so fascinated is because they’re yours. no way in hell you’d ever willingly give a pair to him—did you really think he wasn’t going to savor every moment of this? this is heaven served on a silver platter.

-it starts off as a joke for thanos, stretching the elastic waistband in various degrees and angles while giggling. maybe even uses them as a slingshot. he never imagined that he’d find himself in a position like this, you know? this is the type of shit you’d see in crappy rom-coms.

-all that runs through his head is something along the lines of “Hell yeah.. Nice.” UNTIL it finally occurs to him that, holy shit. he’s actually got your panties in his possession. the way he looks around to see if anyone’s by (despite obviously being alone) is damn well near cartoonish.

-wastes no time in lowering his pants to his knees, biting his bottom lip as he wraps a hand around his cock. he’s hard almost instantly, the thrill of doing something so filthy behind your back making his dick twitch and expel tiny drops of pre-cum.

-“Oh, fuuuck.. Mhm..” his words are shaky and border on a breathy chuckle, pumping his dick while raising his other hand to his face. takes sporadic sniffs of your panties, bunching them up in his palm whenever a particular stroke really made his hips buck.

-His head will roll back, his motions lazy and unhurried while he kicks and spreads his legs out. his voice is husky as he grunts out incoherent curses, gradually speeding his hand up before he eventually shoots out warm ropes of cum, letting the strands coat his fingers in short spurts.

-“Mannn...” he’d grumble, quite miffed by the fact that he was gonna have to clean up when the flow stopped. but he immediately cheers up, seeing that your panties were free from the spill. that meant he wasn’t gonna have to discard them just yet!!

-also keeps your panties and acts like he doesn’t know anything if they’re ever brought up in a conversation. he thinks of them as his personal lucky charm, which of course he won’t give up until he actually has to. but at that point, he’ll just try to get his hands on another pair and so on.. silly little addict :3c

KANG DAE-HO/PLAYER 388

-having been the youngest brother of 4 sisters, its safe to assume that he’s probably had similar occasions whilst doing laundry. bras, panties, he’s most likely handled them at least once throughout his life while being surrounded by women.

-thats not to say he doesn’t still get a little bit shy, even as an adult. its mostly out of respect more than it is embarrassment. he understands that underwear is meant to cover women’s privates, he’s been taught not to view them in a sexual light. but that’s because it came to family. there, underwear was just that—articles of clothing to literally wear under.

-this is a much different situation: being accidentally exposed to the type of undergarments his crush puts on. with the way he fumbles with your panties, you’d think they were sizzling hot and causing burns. poor dae-ho doesn’t know what to do !!

-especially not when his pants feel a little tighter than usual. his free hand will shoot down, try to adjust the tent forming with a tiny frown on his face. “Don’t be gross, Dae-ho. Cmon..” he’ll scold himself in a hushed whisper, but his body clearly having other plans.

-he’ll start to panic, desperately trying to make his boner die down. he swears he isn’t a perv, honest! he just can’t help but think about how good you’d look teasing him in them, rubbing your clothed pussy against his dick…!

-yeah, he’s got it bad. the imagery would make his dick stir that much more, practically throbbing as he hesitantly sneaks a hand beneath the waistband of his pants. “Shit, I’m so sorry—” he’d gasp out an apology followed by your name, his warm palm finally coming in contact with his aching cock, wrapping his fingers around the base.

-dae-ho’s eyes would flutter, his adam’s apple bobbing as he’d begin to jerk off at a moderate pace to the thought of you, wanton moans falling from his parted lips. he would swipe the pad of his thumb over his leaking tip, the motion causing a high pitched mixture of a whine and grunt. “Oh, god..”

-can’t help but to give your panties little licks, the taste of your cunt making his hips buck into his hand. the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm creeping up accompanied by a tugging guilt began to form tears in his eyes, nothing ever actually escaping yet threatening to.

-his back arches when he cums, thighs trembling as his digits tighten around your underwear, holding the pair close to his chest as he groans. “Yes! Oh, please, I love you—” his voice would tremble, practically breaking off into a small cry. his warm cum coats his hand, the latter continuing to give weak strokes until he’s unable to produce anymore.

-the moment he regains his composure and he realizes what he just did, he’ll be so disappointed in himself :( washes his hands with soap like 4 times, as if it’ll get rid of his dirty little misdeed. gosh he feels so pathetic…

-tells NO ONE about the endeavor, and leaves your panties where he found them. he’s going to have a lot to think about. (◞‸◟)

NAM-GYU/PLAYER 124

-one word: shameless.

-for some reason, nam-gyu just won’t fess up to the fact that he probably does genuinely have a crush on you. that’s absurd, he doesn’t do that kiddie shit! so, instead he’s making it his duty to find every possible way of throwing you off. because it’s funny. and what better chance does he have than right now?

-so what if this makes him a creep? hopefully you’ll take it as a sign to stay the hell away from him after this. (he says, anyway. a part of him actually hopes you’ll enjoy what he’s about to do and come back for more… he’s just,, strange like that.) he doesn’t think twice about taking his cock out from his boxers.

-the only one to actually USE your panties to jerk himself off. he tells himself he’s doing it out of spite, furiously pumping his veiny dick as he bites into the hem of his shirt, exposing his stomach that jumped with the contrasting nip of the cool air on his warm skin.

-“Stupid bitch. See how you fucking like it,” he’d growl, pausing a few times to frustratedly tuck strands of hair behind his ear whenever they’d get in his face. has no problem being loud, letting out groan after groan with every intention of getting caught. walk in on him, why don’t you? see how pissed off you make him feel. how fucking pent up he is for you.

-“Gonna cum all over your face,” nam-gyu’s threats would flow with no particular party on the receiving end. only the thought of you on your knees tending to him. doesn’t care that he probably looks like a lunatic while guiltlessly talking dirty, his balls drawing up at his own filthy-natured words.

-saliva would begin to seep into his shirt’s hem, his pace unrelenting as he fists his cock into your underwear, his other hand curling and uncurling whenever his pleasure spiked. he’ll swallow thickly as the knot in his lower stomach begins to form, squirming slightly in his spot in a visible attempt to chase his climax.

-he’ll align the inner crotch area perfectly along his length, his head tossing back as he finally lets go, your panties easily catching the globs of semen that shot out. “Fuck yeah.. Take it, take my cum.” he’d grunt, eyebrows furrowing while sinking his teeth deeper into his top.

-breathes heavily upon seeing the stick and foggy white liquid cause an evident dark patch on your panties. with a self-accomplished smirk, he’ll tuck himself back into his pants, releasing his shirt from his mouth as he pinches the waistband of your cum-soaked panties with the tip of his index and thumb, keeping it a distance away from him. he has just the thing for you.

-nam-gyu will actively seek you out, bringing along the end result of his.. work. once he finds you, he’ll toss it right at you, not caring if you were in catching-range or not.

-“Just a little something from me to you. Enjoy the gift, yeah?” he’d give you one of his sly smiles, eyes twinkling with the typical hint of mischief before walking off without even waiting for a reply or reaction.

-well, at least you got your panties back, right? <3

[choerypetal]

Love at first sight. / Squid Games!Men

summary; a little prompt for each men in squid game x reader.

also my english isn't my first language so i do apologize for a few errors! enjoys x

including; in-ho, thanos, myung-gi, dae-ho & gi-hun

In-ho: 

Praise yourself for catching In-ho’s attention amidst the chaos of the games. Not only did he manage to maintain his composure, but he also came to terms with the truth—it wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him, but his heart betraying him. He had been ensnared in a dangerous blend of love and death. And no matter the cost, he was determined to ensure your survival, even if it meant faking your death and arranging for the guards to escort you to his shelter.

At first, his actions were subtle—a few fleeting glances, quiet assurances that you weren’t alone. He took it upon himself to ensure someone capable stood between you and danger. This resolve led him to seek out Gi-hun, cornering him with a whispered plea. “I’m not asking for much,” In-ho murmured, his voice low and firm. Gi-hun’s brows knit together as he glanced at you, understanding little of the request but sensing its weight. Though the urge to question why In-ho couldn’t protect you himself lingered, Gi-hun ultimately accepted—he, too, had his own plans to carry out.

Yet, watching Gi-hun hover near you ignited something unexpected in In-ho—a simmering, unanticipated jealousy. His blood boiled harder than he cared to admit.

It was Gi-hun’s proximity to you that set him on edge.

While 001 had extended a friendly hand, In-ho never anticipated him stealing you away entirely. The realization unsettled him, and during the chaos of the Carousel games, panic began to creep in. When he noticed you were nowhere to be found in the room, it nearly consumed him. The thought of losing you made his fists clench, and for a brief, irrational moment, he contemplated throwing a punch at Gi-hun. But it wasn’t until the final elimination, when the doors unlocked, that relief washed over him. There you were—your silhouette unmistakable behind Dae-ho.

In that instant, he didn’t hesitate. Rushing toward you, his breath hitched, words failing him. A shaky exhale escaped his lips, a mix of disbelief and overwhelming relief. He almost laughed—a scoff of incredulity—before pulling you close, his hand instinctively cradling the back of your head. Without a second thought, he leaned in, his lips pressing a firm but tender kiss to your forehead.

“Silly,” he muttered, his voice tight with emotion. “I never should’ve trusted Gi-hun to keep you safe. Damn it, I thought I’d lost you.” The panic in his voice caught you off guard, the weight of his words sinking in. You hadn’t expected such raw vulnerability from him—not now, not like this. A soft chuckle escaped you, an attempt to lighten the moment. “It’s okay,” you reassured him gently. “Dae-ho found me right away and made sure I was safe.”

That revelation gave In-ho pause, but he filed it away for later. For now, none of it mattered. You were alive and unharmed, and that was everything.

The kiss on your forehead wasn’t just a gesture of relief—it was a silent declaration. You were his, and no one—not Gi-hun, not Dae-ho, not anyone—would ever take you from him again.

Thanos: 

Once a retired rapper, Thanos now found himself thrust into a life-and-death struggle. Among his generation, it was no surprise that some idolized him—his presence commanding a respect so intense, it bordered on worship. To them, he was pristine, untouchable. But this adoration didn’t sit well with everyone, especially loners like you, who preferred to navigate the chaos without attachments.

Ironically, that aloofness was one of the many reasons Thanos found himself drawn to you.

In the early days on the island, Thanos made no effort to reveal his interest. If anything, he mirrored your indifference, matching your cold detachment with his own. But when you began spending time with Myung-gi, the dynamic shifted. Thanos hadn’t expected it, nor did he like it. Watching you bond with someone else left a bitter taste in his mouth, awakening a tension he couldn’t ignore. The loner mindset had been his strategy for survival—a simple equation: fewer people, fewer complications. But your presence complicated everything, especially when it came to your effortlessly beautiful face, which he found himself stealing glances at far too often.

It didn’t take long for his resolve to crack.

Thanos had made himself a promise: to keep his distance, to ignore you as you ignored him. But that promise shattered the moment Nam-Gyu let slip a confession Thanos had sworn him to secrecy about. That little fucker, Thanos thought bitterly, though his anger was tempered by necessity—he needed Nam-Gyu to survive. Yet, when the truth reached you, it unraveled him in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

Instead of drawing you closer, the revelation pushed you further away. Your avoidance became more deliberate, more pronounced than ever before. It stung more than Thanos cared to admit. For the first time in a long time, he was unprepared—for your reaction, for the way it tightened a knot of frustration and longing deep inside him.

Which only added more tension between the two of you.

The final games loomed, a trial where survival would demand more than just cunning—it called for a kind of ruthless cleansing. Thanos knew, without hesitation, that when the moment came, he’d be the first to grab your hand and shield you. Even if it meant overreacting, even if it jeopardized his own chances, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Certainly not to Myung-gi, if it came down to that.

“You know...” he murmured late that night, his voice low and almost hesitant. Your back was turned to him, your body stiff on the thin mattress. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, couldn’t even steal a glance. Not after everything. The weight of his breath lingered against the back of your neck, and you flinched slightly, betraying your nerves. His presence, so close and unyielding, was suffocating yet magnetic.

“Tomorrow is... big,” he continued, his words faltering as his gaze shifted across the dimly lit dormitory. For a moment, his eyes locked on Player 333, who sat sharpening a weapon in the corner—a stark reminder of the danger waiting ahead. Thanos clenched his jaw, then turned his focus back to you.

“If we’re not careful...” he trailed off, his voice softening, almost breaking. “Who knows if I’ll ever get to see your beautiful face again?”He exhaled sharply, frustrated with himself, as if admitting even that much was a risk. “I know it’s—” 

Your head snapped toward him, your brows furrowing into a glare sharp enough to cut through the tension between you. For a moment, silence hung in the air, charged and heavy. Then, your voice broke it, calm yet biting. “If you keep this up, you might be the one ending up with a bullet in the face,” you said, your tone so nonchalant it bordered on cute—a contrast that left Thanos momentarily stunned. He blinked, almost scoffing in disbelief, one hand pressing dramatically against his chest.

“Ouch,” he drawled, his lips curling into a grin. “I’m hurt, sweetheart.”

Your eyes narrowed into daggers. “Do. Not. Call me sweetheart.”

Before you could say more, Nam-Gyu chimed in from his corner, a mischievous smirk playing on his face. “I bet she’s in love,” he teased, his words practically dripping with mockery.

Thanos’s cocky grin widened at that, his eyes gleaming with a maddening mix of pride and amusement. The sheer arrogance in his expression made your fingers twitch, itching to slap that smug look right off his face. But instead, you gave him one final glare—a death wish in your eyes, though to Thanos, it looked like the beginning of a love story.

“I bet she is,” he echoed, his voice soft but certain, the words carrying a weight of truth that made your chest tighten. He didn’t try to stop you as you turned and walked away, but his gaze lingered, following every step you took. Oh, how you had him wrapped around your finger without even realizing it. A wimp for you, and you alone.

Myung-gi: 

Everyone knew who Player 333 was—you included. Unlike many in this room who were desperate to claw their way out of debt, you knew Myung-gi only by name. You’d heard the rumors: how he’d gotten his girlfriend pregnant, how his past was littered with mistakes and secrets. But something in you—a stubborn spark of hope, perhaps—whispered that he wasn’t as bad as everyone wanted him to be. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than the stories let on.

Myung-gi had noticed you, though. He’d seen the way you were with Jun-hee—the way your smile seemed to ease her fears, how your arms would wrap gently around her petite frame after every game, grounding her, giving her the space to breathe. The quiet strength and warmth you brought to her felt almost unreal, a motherly presence in a place devoid of comfort.

It was that tenderness, that undeniable light, that struck him like a blow to the chest.

Myung-gi was in love.

And he hated every single moment of it.

Why? Because he knew himself. He knew what he’d done to Jun-hee—how he’d left her while she was pregnant with his child, drowning in debt and fear. He’d been a coward, an asshole, and he knew it. That self-loathing festered, a constant reminder of his failures. And yet, it was exactly why he didn’t expect you to see him as anything other than the man he despised.

But fate had other plans.

Your first real interaction with him came after he saved you—something neither of you had anticipated.

It happened during the Bathroom games, where survival left no room for personal grudges. Confronting Thanos wasn’t at the forefront of Myung-gi’s mind, but then he heard it—your name, slipping from Thanos’s lips with such filth that it ignited a rage Myung-gi didn’t know he was capable of.

Everyone knew your past as an escort within the crypto community. Your name wasn’t hard to find, whispered in private conversations and occasionally tied to scandalous wallets. But Myung-gi knew better than to judge. Still, hearing Thanos—the retired rapper—speak of you like that, as though you were nothing more than a commodity, was the last straw.

“She was good for a foreigner. Not many—”

That was as far as Thanos got before Myung-gi’s fist collided with his jaw, cutting him off mid-sentence. The sickening crack of impact echoed through the grimy bathroom, followed by a faint splatter of blood. Myung-gi emerged from the stall alive but seething, his knuckles raw and his breath ragged. As he stepped out, his gaze immediately locked with yours. Jun-hee stood beside you, clinging to your arm for reassurance, but the look on your face was unreadable—a mix of surprise, understanding, and something softer.

A small, almost imperceptible smile crept across Myung-gi’s lips.

In that moment, he made a silent promise: no matter what it took, he’d make sure both of you got out of this alive.

Dae-ho: 

Dae-ho never believed in love at first sight. With everything he’d endured in his life—the trials, the sacrifices, the relentless pursuit of strength—he saw himself as a knight in shining armor, bound by duty but never destined for romance. That belief held firm until he met you.

It happened during the Carousel game. Like In-ho, he’d noticed you before—your stoic demeanor during Green Light, Red Light had left him quietly impressed. The way you moved, swift yet calculated, managing to evade the statue’s unrelenting gaze with precision, was nothing short of remarkable. It was then that something shifted in him. Against all reason, Dae-ho found himself believing in love at first sight.

At first, he thought he was imagining it. He even considered pinching himself, blinking twice to dispel the notion. But the feeling persisted, undeniable and maddening. It wasn’t until later, when you tended to his wounds after one of the brutal games, that he finally saw you up close—and the full weight of your beauty struck him like a blow. Your lashes fluttered delicately as you focused on your task, your fingers gentle but firm as you dabbed rubbing alcohol onto his injuries. He hissed at the sting, his lips parting in a soft groan of pain.

“Be still, please,” you murmured, your tone calm but commanding. Something about the way you said it—the quiet strength in your voice—silenced his protests. He nodded, his muscles relaxing under your care, though the tension in his chest was harder to soothe.

For the first time, Dae-ho felt vulnerable—not because of his wounds, but because of you.

“You know…” His voice was low, almost hesitant, but there was a softness to it that made you pause. You could’ve sworn his lips curved into the faintest smile. “I never would’ve thought I’d see you like this—healing me. Back at the Carousel, I swore to myself I’d keep you close, that we’d find the door as quickly as anyone else. But then… the next thing I knew, Thanos had taken you before I could…”

He trailed off, his words tinged with shame. The vulnerability in his voice made you glance up at him, your fingers stilling as you finished securing the bandage. His eyes widened at your sudden attention, and he immediately began to stammer.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

You interrupted him with a soft sigh, sliding the remaining bandage back into your pocket. “Don’t apologize. We just weren’t lucky, that’s all. I wanted to prove to myself that I could handle it—that I wasn’t just someone who had to count on others.” Your gaze softened as you added, almost reluctantly, “But… I have to admit, not having you there in that room—it was horrible.”

Your quiet confession was enough to undo him. Without a word, Dae-ho wrapped his arms around you, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at his wounds. Still, he didn’t let go. His embrace was warm, protective, and when he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, it felt like a promise.

“Nevertheless,” he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet reassurance, “I’m just glad we made it through. That you’re here with me.” His lips quirked into a small grin as he added, with a teasing lilt, “And that I get to cuddle with you for another night.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, the tension between you easing for a moment. For now, at least, you both had each other.

Gi-hun: 

Unlike the others, you weren’t a player. But you knew Gi-hun from the previous game he was in. He was so certain you had died right in front of his eyes back then that when he saw the mask ripped off your face—revealing you as one of the Guards—his shock was palpable. Another Guard had been taken hostage by the remaining candidates, and though you could have cursed every word that came to mind, you found yourself frozen, your voice stolen by the chaos.

In-ho was the first to recognize you. He knew you were on shift at this hour, but what he hadn’t expected was the look of sheer horror that crossed Gi-hun’s face when your name escaped his lips.

“Y/N...?” Gi-hun’s voice trembled, disbelief heavy in the air as though he was trying to confirm he wasn’t dreaming.

“You know them?” one of the players sneered, their stolen gun now aimed squarely at Gi-hun. Bodies of your co-workers—faces you barely had time to register—lay scattered across the floor, lifeless, just feet away. The metallic tang of blood filled the air.

But this time, Gi-hun wasn’t about to let anyone lay a finger on you. He remembered the vow you both had made:

"We belong to each other. And I will get you home."

With those words etched into his resolve, Gi-hun made his move. Chaos erupted as the gun exchanged hands, bullets flying. The air was filled with deafening roars of defiance and the sickening splatter of blood.

In the end, In-ho stood back, his heart cold and unyielding, as he watched Gi-hun fall. The final shot rang out, and his lifeless body crumpled to the ground. Blood speckled your cheek, and you stared in stunned silence at the empty shell of a man you had once loved.

From the shadows, a familiar voice cut through the carnage, low and mocking.

“Welcome back home, love.”

You turned toward the source, and there he was Gi-hun—his gruesome smile sending chills down your spine.

[producedbysohyun]

Protective

Squid game x reader hcs

Summary: How the squid games characters would be protective over you

Includes: Thanos, In-ho, Gi-hun, Dae-ho, Myung-gi, Hyun-ju (squid game au)

Warnings: mentions of death, might be a little repetitive because I just feel like they would act similar.

Masterlist

a/n: Mb this is pretty short but I haven’t posted in awhile so I wanted to post something (I might add to this as time goes on) !! Please enjoy !!

Thanos:

Let’s just say that if anyone lays a finger on you, they are dead 🤗

You literally don’t have to worry about dying when you are with him

Always has his arm around your shoulder or waist so everyone knows to not try anything with you

During the night he holds onto you so tightly you feel like you could suffocate

He just really doesn’t want anything to happen to you 😔

If you really don’t want to play the games he will cave and vote X

You mean way more to him than money

No matter how bad his debt is

*cough* 1 billion *cough*

In-ho:

Idk how you would get in the game in the first place cause he definitely wouldn’t let you but

Ya you are not dying

Has full control of the game and will do everything he can to make sure you don’t die

Even if it means playing unfairly

Tells the guards to not kill you even if you didn’t pass the game

Definitely tells the guards to give you extra food so you have energy 😭

You’re basically just gonna be playing the games on easy mode

Gi-hun:

Bro has nothing to lose besides you so he’s gonna do everything he possible can to keep you alive

Doesn’t let you go anywhere alone

Beats himself up about not trying harder to end the games because if he did then neither of you would be in this situation right now

Never sleeps because he knows that fights happen at night and he wants to make sure you’re safe

Would immediately put himself in danger if it meant you would be ok

Makes sure you pass the games before even worrying about himself

Dae-ho:

Does not take his eyes or hands off of you

Is not afraid to defend you either verbally or physically

Even tho he is freaked out about the games as well he doesn’t let it get to him and tells himself he has to be brave for you

Always puts your safety above his

Ends up getting no sleep at night because he’s so scared something is gonna happen to you

Always insists on giving you his food even tho he is hungry

In his mind, you matter more.

Myung-gi:

Wanted to keep playing the games but when he figured out you were there he voted for X as he wanted anything but for you to be dead or hurt

Will literally kill anyone who bad mouths you (that one scene when he killed Thanos because he said something about Jun-hee 🤭 rip Thanos 😞)

Doesn’t let you leave his sight for a second

During the special game where the lights went out and everyone was killing each other he just kept you behind him the entire time

Boy was ready to risk his life for you 😭

If you get separated during a game he will probably scold you out of worry before realizing that he’s literally yelling at you for something you couldn’t control

You better believe he won’t let you get separated from him again

Hyun-ju:

Girl would do absolutely anything to keep you alive

Holds your hand 24/7

You guys are NOT getting separated

Doesn’t care about herself

As long as you’re alive she’s ok

Would absolutely crash out if anything happened to you

If you wanted to join the revolt with them she would tell you no instantly

Because if you ended up dying and it was her fault she would never forgive herself

Can’t sleep because she wants to watch over you pt.2 😢

a/n: I hope you guys liked this!! I know I say that requests are closed rn but I will take requests for hcs !! Not for a singular character but if it’s for multiple characters I will gladly write it !!

[amoristt]

panoramic view

「 ✦seong gi-hun/reader ✦ 」 tags: sfw // hurt/comfort, post-games season 1, gihun is traumatized, angst

a/n: sorry this is so dramatic i was in a vibe while writing it lol pack it up wattpad. sometimes i like to just word-soup and hope it all comes together also u guys should totally listen to this song its sooo good wordcount: 1,200 |

・❥・ if it were up to you, you'd have already pried open his chest and fished out every thought and feeling he kept stored away there. all those rampant things shoved taut between the weary bones and rigid muscle. you’d always wanted to be let in, to know what he knew. feel what he felt and be the stable ground under his sore feet. but as fate would have it, it wasn’t up to you, and waiting for Gi-hun to come around was more akin to the luring of a stray animal than anything else. the entire being of him, down to his very atoms, had been molded to withstand and bear an eternity of suffering in creaking silence. some great damn holding back swollen valleys of despair.

everything had built up and become so much and yet he couldn’t find it in himself to let it go. he’d been down that winding road before- and he’d been called every name in the book as a direct result of it. from the police to his neighbors, not a soul believed a word out his mouth. he was simply a liar on the best of days, and a no-good failure of a father on the worst of days.

so, he adapted. and he grew silent. 

but even with the ferocity of his resolve, one could only hold back that flood for so long. 

you were so kind, and you had been waiting there for him all along. you caught him one particular evening at the brink of something catastrophic and you knew in that moment, if those walls of his were to ever crumble to dust, it would be right then, right there. the perfect push and just the perfect prod. 

you were right. 

unraveling all at once was like an art, you think. because when Gi-hun finally lets you in, it starts with these heavy pregnant pauses. he retains the cautious brain power to pick every word that left him carefully. to say it all just right, to be presentable and worthy of being believed. shrinking himself down as he grew restless, afraid to be too much as he recounted all the horrific things he’d seen and done. and those what he could not stop. 

the seams of him began to pop and ripple, this sense of frantic urgency growing by the second. your heart responded just as intensely, caught between swelling as you were allowed to bear witness to all of him whilst also breaking into a thousand fragmented bits as he spoke.

he blamed himself more than he didn’t. 

Sae-byeok, Il-nam, Sang-woo. three-hundred and forty-five faces that would haunt him for the rest of his life. all losers to his miserable winner, so it was surely his fault they'd never left that place. it was his fault, in fact, that it was his fault at all. for failing in so many aspects of his life that led him to the games in the first place. doomed from the very start and walking the curb of failure until it took him all sorts of terrible places.

by the end of it, with doe-wide eyes and a heaving chest, he waited. 

it was so much to take in at once you could barely make space to swallow it all down. it slithered its way down your throat and settled with the weight of a boulder in your gut. perhaps your expression seemed too far away, or perhaps he saw something in those that distant expression he’d seen far too many times already, because he leaned back on his heels. a miniscule distance further from you, but growing space none the less. subconsciously, so subtle you'd miss it if you blinked, but you saw it. he was already preparing for the shut down.

you try to recapture him when you touch his face. gently cupping the sides of his boney cheeks and making right and sure he was looking straight into your eyes.

you believed every word that left those lips of his. you'd believe anything, you think, at the edge of your metaphorical seat and feeling the endless push and pull of his gravity. the urgency of him was all consuming, and perhaps you were a fool, but you believed him. from the games to the piles of dead to being dropped off by mysterious men in the middle of the night. 

to the billions in his bank accounts oozing in blood and regret, and to the darkness in those eyes of his that have seen much more than was meant for him. 

that energy of his is starting to whither away by the second and he's focusing those beautiful browns elsewhere in shame, and you cant stand to see him go. not again. 

“i believe you.” you blurt.

it reels him in fast as a lance of lightning until he's filling the gap. nimble fingers find you before you can find them, clutches at your shoulders and drags down your skin until they're firm along your forearms. 

“you believe me?” like he cant believe it. 

you nod, because you do. by god, with every fabric of your entire being, you believed him. and the light in his eyes shone just enough to catch when you’d said it, gripped you by the shoulders and shook you loose right there. a rush of hope skitters under his flushed skin and races through his veins and it cries into his ears, you believe me, you believe me. 

there were walls around him so rugged, a constant shove of claustrophobic isolation. there was a time where you wondered if you, truly, could ever reach him at all. 

but he wasn’t invincible, nor impenetrable. he was just as much weak as he was strong, both as frail as a bird and as solid as the ground below. 

so when he fell into you, you could do nothing else but curl your body around the shape of him like shield. like the perfect blanket in a soft bed sheltered from the raging storm, or like warm, warm loving arms with hands gathering all those pieces of him together. the rupture of him was like feeling the sun for the first time, because he was all yours. in your hold, in your embrace, burrowing away under your skin. 

Gi-hun is all that he is. even with the layers of grime and misery, he is always Gi-hun. impulsive, self-indulgent. antsy with the inability to still until this very moment where all time froze at his fingertips. flustered, broken apart by the edges and hiding his face away into your skin.

alive, sweet and soft and not the edgy hardened creature he’d become within the shadows of the games. 

you rebuild him by catching his cheeks in your hands once more and pressing your lips to his forehead. 

before they’re the cacophony of woes, the first of his cries are quiet, sniffling things.

and when his lungs are aching and properly expelled, they die off as softly as they began. 

[babymangosworld]

"I wonder what the guards do after everybody goes to sleep"

The guards:

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

Can I get a Gi-hun x fem reader where we take a walk together and Gi-hun spots a playground and wants to go play on it with reader just for fun’s please!

Adults Can Still Have Fun

Character: Seong gi hun

Summary: in the request above

Warnings: none🦑

It was one of those rare, gentle afternoons where the sky blushed pink at the edges and the breeze was just the right kind of cool. You were walking hand-in-hand with Gi-hun, your fingers laced together like they were made for each other.

Gi-hun swung your joined hands a little as you walked, humming a tune under his breath and glancing at you every few seconds like he couldn’t believe you were real. You caught him staring and raised an eyebrow.

“What?” you asked, already smiling.

“Nothing,” he grinned. “Just thinking I’m lucky.”

You rolled your eyes, even though your heart did a little flip. “You’re cheesy.”

“I can be cheesier,” he said proudly. “Watch.”

Before you could protest, Gi-hun tugged you toward something just off the walking path. You blinked in confusion until you saw it: a brightly colored playground, empty and slightly squeaky-looking. The jungle gym. The slide. The swings.

“No,” you laughed. “Gi-hun, you’re not serious.”

He gave you a mischievous look, already jogging ahead and calling over his shoulder, “Come on! Race you to the swings!”

You sighed—but you were already chasing after him.

He flopped dramatically into one of the swings and kicked off clumsily, rocking back and forth like a kid. When you sat in the swing beside him, he leaned over, grabbed the chain of your swing, and tugged you close. Really close.

“Hey,” he said, eyes shining.

“Hey,” you said, biting back a grin.

He leaned in and kissed you, soft at first, then again, more lingering this time—his lips brushing over yours once, twice, then a third time like he couldn’t help himself. You felt your fingers curl into the edge of the swing seat as he gave you another, and another.

“Gi-hun,” you laughed against his mouth. “People might see!”

“Let them,” he murmured. “I’m in love. I want the world to know.”

You rolled your eyes again, but your heart felt like it might burst.

Later, he dragged you onto the slide—he insisted on going down together, almost fell off at the bottom, and then pulled you into his lap on the grass. He pressed kisses all over your face—cheeks, nose, chin, mouth—giggling between each one.

You ended up lying on the grass, his hand in your hair and your head on his chest, watching the sky turn gold. He still kissed you like he couldn’t stop. Like you were the first beautiful thing he’d ever touched.

And honestly, maybe to him—you were.

🦑🦑🦑

[voxslays]

BREEDING — HWANG IN-HO

WARNINGS: Soft In-ho, slightly OOC, mentions of sex, pregnancy, the baby is a boy (for plot reasons), Breeding kink. A/N: I am eating, sleeping, and breathing squid games rn. It’s in my blood stream. Please give me more ideas y’all.

ꨄ After the loss of his first wife and unborn child, In-ho was completely destroyed. He thought he would never find love or have the chance to have a child of his own again…until he met you.

ꨄ While you probably fell first, In-ho would fall harder. Someone who sees a different side of him? Someone who isn’t a cold-blooded killer? He is completely whipped.

ꨄ You probably met outside the games, having no idea what your lover does for work—which he wants to stay that way…kind of. While In-ho doesn’t want you involved in his work at all, you deserve to know the truth, right?

ꨄ Will eventually tell you the truth, and couldn’t be happier when you accept him anyways. He vows to never show you the cold heartless frontman he has to be for the games.

ꨄ Once the two of you are married, In-ho goes crazy for your body. I mean you two had sex before marriage…but now? Man, he absolutely worships your body, as if you’re a goddess.

ꨄ In-ho fucks his cum into you, making sure not to waste a precious drop. He wants it to take after all. Will tell you how beautiful you would look carrying his children while he pounds into you.

ꨄ Really wants to get you pregnant and have a child with you, more than anything. So when he hears the news after returning from one of his ‘trips’ to the island, he is overjoyed.

ꨄ Makes sure your every need is met. If he can’t cater to you, he’s making sure his servants or the circle guards are waiting on your hand and foot. Only the best for his queen.

ꨄ Might even bring you to the island to keep you safe through your pregnancy. He is going to make sure both you and your baby surivive the best he can.

ꨄ Once your son is born, he can’t stop holding him. He lets the little baby wrap its hands around his finger as he gently cradles him in his arms. He may be a cold-blooded killer, but to you, he is just your warm and caring husband.

EXTRA: Your son definitely becomes the next frontman whether you like it or not. In-ho can’t help it. It runs in the family.

[noonecareslol]

When it hits 9 pm and I pull out this combo:

Ps: I have severe writers block. Help

[dearsubong]

me reading a fanfic and the character says ‘you’re mine’ to y/n knowing if someone said that to me irl id cringe tf out