#gong yoo x y/n

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

what i want to be under vs what i am under

[doyouknowbtsswag]

KDramas/Actors

ੈ✩‧₊˚Doctor Stranger ੈ✩‧₊˚

Out Of Character |Jae Joon|

Hard Truth |Jae Joon|

ੈ✩‧₊˚ I am Not a Robot ੈ✩‧₊˚

Not yet…

ੈ✩‧₊˚All of Us are Dead ੈ✩‧₊˚

I Found You |Su-Hyeok|

ੈ✩‧₊˚Sweet Home ੈ✩‧₊˚

Not yet…

ੈ✩‧₊˚Alice in Borderland ੈ✩‧₊˚

(I know it’s a Jdrama)

Do You Remember |Chishiya|

Do You Remember 2 |Chishiya|

ੈ✩‧₊˚While You We’re Sleeping ੈ✩‧₊˚

A Flash Of Time |Jung Jae Chan|

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Train To Busan ੈ✩‧₊˚

Not yet…

ੈ✩‧₊˚Happiness ੈ✩‧₊˚

Not yet…

ੈ✩‧₊˚Peninsula ੈ✩‧₊˚

Not yet…

ੈ✩‧₊˚Gangnam Zombie ੈ✩‧₊˚

Not yet…

ੈ✩‧₊˚The Silent Sea ੈ✩‧₊˚

Before Space |Yun Jae|

ੈ✩‧₊˚The Uncanny Counter ੈ✩‧₊˚

Should Have Picked Up The Phone |So-Mun|

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Weak Hero Class 1 ੈ✩‧₊˚

Joy Ride |So-Ho|

ੈ✩‧₊˚Tomorrow ੈ✩‧₊˚

Not yet…

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Pending Train ੈ✩‧₊˚

Not yet…

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Big Mouth ੈ✩‧₊˚

Not yet…

(I’m watching more as we speak!)

[hime98]

Lonely Escape in Seoul (Lee Dong Wook x Y/N)

Chapter 24 - Surprise at the Door

Third Person POV

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as Y/N lounged on the sofa, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. She giggled at a dog video, the sound breaking the otherwise quiet morning. Dong Wook was in the shower, the steady hum of running water serving as background noise.

She was just starting to feel at ease with this new, surreal routine when the doorbell rang.

Startled, Y/N glanced toward the door. Who could it be? she wondered. Peeking through the peephole, she saw a tall man in a black jacket and jeans, his face strikingly familiar yet out of place in this setting.

Cautiously, she opened the door.

The man’s smile was radiant, his deep voice warm and cheerful. “Y/N! It’s been a while!”

Her brain short-circuited. “Wait... what? You know me?” she stammered, clutching the doorframe for support.

The man chuckled, clearly amused by her reaction. “Of course I do. It’s me, Gong Yoo Oppa.”

“GONG YOO?!” she blurted, her voice rising several octaves.

The actor laughed, his broad shoulders shaking with amusement. “Yes, Gong Yoo. Dong Wook didn’t tell you I was stopping by? I texted him this morning.”

“Dong Wook Op-oppa didn’t tell me anything,” she muttered, still trying to process the fact that two of Korea’s biggest stars were suddenly fixtures in her life.

Before she could question him further, Dong Wook’s voice rang out behind her.

“Hyung, what are you doing here?”

Y/N turned to see Dong Wook emerging from the hallway, freshly showered, a towel draped around his neck. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his shirtless torso gleamed under the morning light.

Holy molly

Gong Yoo smirked, crossing his arms. “Is this how you always answer the door? Half-naked and dripping water everywhere?”

Dong Wook rolled his eyes, grabbing a shirt from a nearby chair and pulling it on. “I wasn’t expecting you to show up unannounced.”

“Unannounced? I texted you earlier!” Gong Yoo retorted.

Y/N looked between the two men, utterly bewildered. “Wait, you two text each other? Like... casually?”

Gong Yoo grinned, leaning against the doorframe. “Of course. We’re practically family.”

“Practically family,” she repeated, her voice faint. “What kind of alternate universe did I stumble into?”

Dong Wook chuckled, placing a hand on her shoulder and led her to her bedroom. “Y/N, why don’t you take a breather first? Hyung and I will just talk.”

Still dazed, she nodded and shuffled to the bed, sinking into the mattress as Dong Wook disappeared.

Dong Wook sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. “It’s not like that.”

“You’re in deep, aren’t you?” Gong Yoo teased, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in hand.

“Really? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’ve fallen to the deepest pits of hell.” Gong Yoo said, raising an eyebrow.

Dong Wook shot him a warning glance but didn’t deny it. “She’s been through a lot. She doesn’t even remember me at all—what we went through together, how we got here. All she knows is this half-life she’s pieced together.”

Gong Yoo’s playful demeanor shifted to one of quiet understanding. “Amnesia, huh? That’s rough.”

Dong Wook nodded, his jaw tightening. “Temporary. I’m trying to help her, but it’s... complicated. Every time I look at her, I’m reminded of everything I could’ve done differently. But I can’t change the past. All I can do is be here for her now.”

Gong Yoo clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You’ve always been stubborn, Dong Wook-ah. If anyone can pull this off, it’s you. But don’t forget to take care of yourself, too. You’re no good to her if you’re running on empty.”

Dong Wook managed a faint smile. “Thanks, hyung.”

Their conversation was cut short when a small sound came from the hallway.

Rushing out, they found Y/N on the floor, surrounded by scattered blankets and an overturned decorative basket. Her face was a mix of embarrassment and pain as she clutched her shin.

“What happened?” Dong Wook asked, kneeling beside her.

“I was trying to peek on you two but tripped over this thing,” she muttered, her cheeks flushing.

Gong Yoo crouched down as well, inspecting her leg. “You’re going to have a nasty bruise, but you’ll survive.”

“Great,” Y/N pouted. “First I meet Gong Yoo looking like a stunned fish, and now I’ve embarrassed myself in front of both of you. Can this day get any worse?”

Dong Wook chuckled, carrying her to the living room sofa. “You’re fine. And trust me, we’ve both seen worse.”

“Speak for yourself,” Gong Yoo said, his grin playful. “I’m still trying to process how someone as clumsy as you managed to capture Dong Wook’s attention.”

Y/N gaped at him, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. “I did what?”

“Hyung,” Dong Wook warned, shooting Gong Yoo a playful glare.

“What? It’s true,” Gong Yoo said, raising his hands in mock innocence. “He never shuts up about you.”

“What??” Y/N squeaked, covering her face with her hands.

Dong Wook sighed, pulling her hands away gently. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to embarrass us both.”

Y/N peeked up at him, her heart racing at the soft look in his eyes. “You’re not denying it,” she whispered.

Dong Wook hesitated, his gaze flickering between her eyes and her lips. “Maybe I’m not.”

Gong Yoo groaned dramatically. “Alright, I’m officially third-wheeling here. I’ll see myself out.”

Y/N laughed, her embarrassment fading as Gong Yoo waved dramatically on his way out. “Thanks for stopping by,” she called after him.

Later that evening, Dong Wook and Y/N sat on the sofa, a bowl of popcorn between them as Toy Story played on the TV. Y/N found herself sneaking glances at him, still marveling at how this was her life now.

“This is insane,” she murmured.

Dong Wook paused the movie. “What is?”

“All of this,” she said, gesturing around. “You, Gong Yoo, this flat... It doesn’t feel real. Like I stepped into some alternate universe where my favorite actors suddenly cares about me.”

Dong Wook chuckled softly. “It’s not an alternate universe. It’s your life.”

She gave him a hesitant smile. “It just feels too good to be true.”

Dong Wook’s expression softened, his gaze filled with something she couldn’t quite name. “Y/N, I know this is overwhelming. And I know you don’t remember everything right now. But trust me when I say you belong here.”

Y/N tilted her head, searching his face for answers. “Why are you doing all this for me? You’re Lee Dong Wook. You should be busy filming, attending red carpets, living your incredible life. Why take care of me? I’m just a stranger to you.”

Dong Wook’s brows furrowed slightly. He reached out and gently took her hand in his, his warmth steady and reassuring. “You’re not a stranger to me, Y/N . Not even close.”

Her breath hitched at his words. “Then... who am I to you?”

He hesitated, as if weighing how much to say. Finally, he sighed. “You’re someone who became... incredibly important to me. Someone who made my life brighter, happier.” He looked into her eyes, his voice steady but laced with emotion. “I’ve made mistakes, and because of those mistakes, you were hurt. I can’t change the past, but I’ll do everything I can to make up for it now. To help you heal and make sure you're always happy.”

Y/N stared at him, her heart pounding. She couldn’t understand why his words affected her so much, but they did. She felt the sincerity in his voice, the weight of his emotions, and it both comforted and confused her.

“I... I don’t know what to say,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Dong Wook replied. “I just need you to trust me. Trust that I’ll take care of you until you can take care of yourself. And even after that, I’ll still be here if you’ll let me.”

Y/N blinked rapidly, feeling her eyes sting. “Maybe I'm biased, but I feel like I can trust you. Like I’ve known you longer than I actually have.”

A small smile curved Dong Wook’s lips. “Maybe your heart remembers what your mind doesn’t.”

The room grew quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the paused movie. Y/N felt an unfamiliar but comforting warmth spreading through her chest.

Dong Wook reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. His hand lingered for a moment, his thumb grazing her cheek. “You don’t have to understand everything right now. Just let yourself feel. Let me help you piece everything together, one step at a time.”

Her eyes locked onto his, and she nodded slowly, her voice trembling. “Okay.”

The corners of Dong Wook’s lips tugged upward, his gaze softening even further. Slowly, he leaned in, giving her plenty of time to pull away if she wanted. But she didn’t.

When their lips met, it was gentle and tender, a kiss filled with unspoken promises and quiet longing.

When Dong Wook finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, his voice barely above a whisper. “I promise, Y/N . No matter what happens, I’ll be here for you.”

For a moment, Y/N felt like her world wasn’t so chaotic anymore. In that instant, she felt safe—anchored by him in a way she couldn’t yet explain.

And for the first time in a long while, she smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of warmth and belonging.

(To be continued)

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[euphoniumpets]

I'll do anything for 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (part seven)

Prompt: Gong Yoo would do anything for you. He would even kill the person who's harming you. He would do anything to make you safe, no matter what if his job was at stake. He would do anything for you to stay.

Warnings: yandere themes, dark themes, manipulation, blood & gore, violence, 18+!! no minors.

A/n: aaah, part six we're almost there and things are getting more complicated, also, sorry this was so short this time but don't worry, I had a reason lmao. Why does he look so hot in this GIF like??? Also, I will be posting the last chapter tomorrow as well as the finale! I'm very excited to see how y'all ppl will react to the plot twist at the end!

i hope you guys enjoyed this series! send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

THIS IS A SERIES: prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

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Seo-Jun hurried out of the apartment in the middle of the night as she tried not to wake you up.

Gong Yoo had been absent from you today and you didn't know why. You started to think if there was something you did that made him like this.

You let out a sigh and drifted off to sleep.

Seo-jun stared at her phone as she looked distressed and she hoped that she would find Joon-Ho alive. She knew it was her fault since it was her decision to see y/n again after she was buried alive. But Joon-Ho told her that it wasn't a good idea since Gong Yoo was still there and they both knew what he was capable off.

But she changed her mind and didn't listen. She didn't listen to the consequences that could bring it.

Gong Yoo had suggested a deal after he had buried the dead body of Joon Ho. If she disappeared out of their lives, he would not bother her anymore. She made up a plan and brought a baseball bat as she placed it back of her truck of her car before she drove off the streets where she would meet Gong Yoo.

As she pulled over, she frowned towards the place. Her eyes looked around with curious eyes before she stepped into the warehouse garage. She was walking through the hallways before she heard something across.

She gripped the baseball bat tighter as she followed the sound. Her eyes widened when she saw Gong Yoo pull the door down. With cautious steps she hit him back of his head as she watched him fell on the floor.

-

Gong Yoo woke up with a pounding headache as he fluttered his eyes open. He was confused for a moment before he realized he was in the cell. He widened his eyes when he saw Seo-Jun in front of him as his eyes turned into anger.

''What did you do?'' He growled as he stepped towards the glass cage and stood in front of her. ''What you did to me before you took me to the woods,'' She answered. Her eyes held with no emotion except anger.

He wasn't going to lie because he was afraid that was the end of your relationship. He didn't want to accept that he was going to lose you because he loved you deeply and his son.

''I already called her, and she's on her way,'' Seo-Jun spoke as she interrupted his thoughts. He looked at her as his expression turned into soft eyes.

Before he could say anything, he heard footsteps outside of the door as his eyes met with you.

-

You had taken the car and drove away from your house in the middle of the night and Seo-Jun woke you up. You didn't knew that she was snuck outside while you was in bed.

She sounded so stressed and wanted to show you something that would change your life forever. You began to grow nervous and you wondered if she had already figured it out.

You stepped closer to the building and walked through the hallway as you remembered the instructions that she gave you. When you entered into the small room, your eyes were shocked when you saw your husband in a glass cage.

''What the hell did you do to my husband?'' You began to raise your voice towards Seo-Jun. You widened your eyes towards him as you stepped closer. ''I wanted to show you what he did to me,'' Seo-Jun began to explain.

''You need to know about the real him, y/n, about why he kept the flies about you,'' You looked at her with confusion. ''How do you know about the files?'' You asked her.

''I was the one who sent the clues, y/n,'' She answered. Everything clicked to place as the image of flashes went through your mind. The USB, the files, and the clues that had been trailing behind was all because of her.

''It doesn't explain all of this,'' You told her as you gestured the cage and your husband with a bewildered look. ''He tried to kill me, y/n, don't you see? The reason why hewalked to you at the train station when you first met wasn't fate,'' Seo-Jun recalled the memories when you met him for the first time.

You had ended your second job since you needed to pay off your debts. But when you met Gong Yoo he promsied you to pay off them and asked you on a date instead.

''He was there to recruit you to a game that was more violence and where people would do anything for money,''

''He knew about the debts you had but instead of recruiting you to the game, he asked you on a date,'' You looked at her with shock before you turned slowly to your husband.

His eyes held with emotion as he placed his hand against the glass and met your eyes. ''Is this true?'' You asked him, your voice quivering with fear and anger.

You were angry on why you didn't find out this sooner. You were angry why he could do this and let his guard down. You were angry at Seo-Jun for ruining your happiness.

Gong Yoo looked down at the floor in shame. ''Yes, the frontman knew about this and it was my job to make sure that you didn't know about it,'' He muttered.

You stared at him, not knowing what to say. ''I need some air,'' You responded before you walked outside of the room as Seo-Jun stared at him. ''And I'm sorry for how I treated you,'' Gong Yo told her as she let out a scoff and followed after you.

[whorror-barbie]

A good lesson in fucking (au! Virgin! Ceo! The Salesman x Bimbo! sugar baby! Fem! Reader) (part 1)

general series summary: you find out your sugar daddy is a virgin and you would love to help him explore his sexual desires

Warnings: nothing explicit at this time, maybe some suggestive language and sexual themes. this fic is 18+, so you've been warned.

A/n: I just wanted to write about an older handsome man whose a virgin( so literally a 40 year-old virgin lol) and btw I'm giving him the name Seok-woo again, so I'm not always calling him the salesman, so I hope that's fine with y'all. Enjoy :)

P.s: I have an AO3 account under the name whorrorwritings, part 2 will be up on there by the time I post this part on here, if you can't wait head over there and read it if you want to!

"Wait, you're going over to his house?! You don't even know him" that is the sound of your distressed friend on the other side of the phone.

" Oh, will you stop worrying. He seems like such a nice guy " you open up a pretty pink box to see a really cute yet sophisticated dress. "Honey, just because he buys you stuff, doesn't mean he's a nice guy." She tries to reason with you as you're trying on the dress he wanted you to wear for the meetup, It hugs your curves beautifully as you look at yourself in the mirror. " I mean, you told me you don't even know his name or what he looks like, what if he's a serial killer..you never know" she continues and let out a sigh as you're still smiling.

"Look, I get your concerns, but I'll be fine, and besides it doesn't hurt to meet the guy who financially supported me for 6 months when I was settling here" you do not really understand why she's so worried. sure she has a point, he's seen only ever seen you and your body online multiple times, but don't know a thing about him. Finally, you hear her sigh coming from the other side of the line. "I know you're not going to listen, but please be safe and text me if you need anything, I'll be there so fast I swear" you giggle at your worried friend. " I'll keep you posted, I'll talk to you later, bye, " you say cheerfully and you both hang up. You are fully ready, now it's time to leave for your date.

30 minutes later, you arrive at his beautiful home by a car he sent out for you. Looking around and starting to approach the home, you're regretting this with every heartbeat as you walk closer. what if your friend is right? What if he does murder you? There is no turning back now. you ring the doorbell anyways, waiting until you are greeted by a tall, handsome man at the door.

"hey, miss it's finally nice to meet you," he says so kindly, you look into his eyes and it was love at first. You were not expecting this gorgeous man to be your sugar daddy, but you definitely were not complaining at all. In a matter of seconds, you were already planning a wedding, and having a family with this man "are you ok?" You look up at him "oh sorry" as you enter his home.

Inside his home is beautifully furnished and spacious, but that is to be excepted from a rich CEO. "I must say you're as gorgeous in person." he says with a bit of nervousness in his voice as he's scratching the back of his head "oh, why thank and you're quite a handsome gentleman." You giggle slightly which makes him arrange his tie at your response, he seems to be feeling hot?

" by the way... my name is Seok-Woo... I don't think I ever told you my name before..umm ever" he laughs nervously. "Oh, Seok-Woo? what a nice name." You smile brightly. The two of you are just standing there in awkward silence for a minute as you look up at him with your pretty eyes, and he starts to look around out of nervousness.

"so..um did you eat anything yet? I can umm. set something up" he asked you politely. " Oh, sure I can go for a snack" nodding at him. "Ok, I'll be right back then" he bows slightly then heads into his kitchen.

While he's doing that, you start to wander around his house looking at the beautiful paintings that hang on the walls, taking in his decor. making your own journey around his house until you see a door slightly open to a room, begging for someone to enter it. The curiosity is killing you, so you go inside to check it out.

upon entering, you see nothing but a bunch of half-naked anime figurines on his shelf against each corner of his walls, and you look in awe "wow, what a cute doll" you let out a ditzy laugh, holding one of the figurines in your hand as you inspect it ''wow, she's very curvy" tilting your head then look at your own body." what else does he have in here?'' you proceeds to look around when you spot a stack of hentai mangas and so you pick it up to read the title.

"Super big titty sluts xxx" you say out loud to yourself then open up the book to flip the pages, and you see some very lewd images which makes your face feel like it's on fire, it was nothing but big titties everywhere, and dicks going in every hole. "The pages are stuck together? I wonder why?" As you try to continue to read the manga, figuring out the storyline.

"Hey! Why are you in here?" You jump so hard, dropping his manga and figurine in the process " Oh my god, I'm sorry! I was just waiting..and and I.." your face still feels so hot at what you saw. Wow, he's into some freaky stuff you thought. when he sees you drop his figurine, he wanted to lose it on you, but he remains calm. those figurines are his prize possessions, he's paid a pretty penny for all of them.

"Oh, well... please don't do this again." He says softly as he goes over to pick up his figurine and carefully places it back on the shelf, he looks over her to make sure you didn't mark her up " Umm.. so you want to watch a movie together?" his attention on you now, nodding your head yes as you leave out of his very interesting room.

😳

10 minutes into this suspense drama, it's pretty good so far. You start moving your body closer to his to rest your head on his shoulder. You can feel him put his arm around your arm awkwardly in response. You sigh of relief, looking up at him into his eyes, but he looks away fast.

"Are you enjoying this movie, babes?" You giggle as you feel him trying not to look down at your cleavage . " Umm...yeah..it's good.. how about you? do you like the film?'' He asks, trying to focus his attention on the movie. " I mean it's definitely interesting, but I'm more interested in you, Seok-Woo" he can feel himself getting hard at your voice alone, you're as sexy as the women he sees in the hentai on his computer screen every night.

"how about this?" You straddle his lap, facing him. you're feeling his boner twitching in his dress pants" oh wow, I can feel how big you are, impressive." you giggle with the motion of your boobs jiggling and he looks nervous, though he is enjoying the view. "How about we have some fun? I at least owe you for taking care of me" You wink at him then proceed to kiss on the crook of his neck as you grab his hands so he feels up your ass, but he doesn't squeeze it. you're grinding on him and moaning like a needy whore into his neck. Seok-Woo's eyes are closed while grunting under his breath, focusing on feeling your pussy lips with his tip. this is the perfect scenario that he's been dreaming about, he might cum from this alone.

You reach for his belt to remove it, but his hand stops you in mid-motion. Surprised, you look up at him and his facial expression is reading regret it seems "Stop, Hun" he says out of breath. " Not now" he looks down. Feeling confused, but You get off of him, and sit back down on the couch, this is very awkward now. "I'm really sorry, Seok-Woo...I hope I didn't offend you" did you read the room wrong? Is he not into you like you thought he was.

"you should leave" he simply says which was another dagger to your heart. grabbing your purse as you get up to leave and he follows you to the door. "Text me to let me know that you got home safely... and oh I'll be wiring your weekly allowance to your account tomorrow, have a good night," he says then shuts the door in your face, not giving you a second to respond.

Tears start to stream down your face. You're feeling horrible and embarrassed. that's when your Phone is ringing off in your purse so you check to see that it's your friend, Hong-Ga young again, so you pick it up.

"Oh thank God, he didn't murder you," she says but then she hears you sniffling. "Oh..what's the matter? Are you alright?" Her voice sounds very worried, and you try to keep your composure. " Yeah, I'm ok, Ummm can you pick me up?" You wipe away the tears with your sleeve. " Of course! I'll be there in a second" she says hastily. Both of you say your byes then hang up the phone.

While you are chilling on his steps with your morbid thoughts clouding your mind. a big raindrop falls on your knee, and out of nowhere rain starts to violently poor down. With no umbrella in sight, you're all drenched now, can this night get any worse? You just need to bundle up in a blanket and forget about this night that ever happened, hoping everything will be better tomorrow.

[glorianamultistan]

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Requested by @sangyeonara -😳😳😳😳well…what about an enemies to lovers story with Gong Yoo? Somehow they end up in a sport/recorded at a beach movie together and reader realizes how nice the other actor’s tights are🥹

Gong Yoo × male reader

Contents: Sunbae x hoobae relationship, suggestive (I don't think it is smutty so).

It was always a struggle for y/n to interact with one of his most popular sunbaes. It wasn't that he was intimidated by him, just that this specific sunbae held a weird grudge against him.

Gong Yoo is a soft person with unprecedented charisma. He knows he has the body, the face, and the talent cards. He is the whole package. His only problem with the current movie shoot is y/n. That young actor who always caused Gong Yoo to behave in the vilest of manners toward him, from canceling the shoot to just annoy y/n, to outright giving him cold treatment and intimidating him so he can't act properly.

Y/n knew the older actor did it all purposefully. The back remarks, the taunts, angering y/n and making him act like a clown.

This movie is the first time Y/n is doing any sports-related acting and as a former loner, he's bad at sports. This constantly leads to Gong Yoo, whose character is his character's ideal in the movie, commenting rashly whenever y/n misses the mark.

The other supporting actor is really nice to y/n, buying him food and helping him practice. The shoot is shifting to a beach in Jeju for some "bonding time" for the characters as they will practice and become emotionally closer.

"Are you okay y/n? I hope your allergies don't flare up on the beach. We have prepared everything and Gong Yoo hyung will be there too!" "You are my manager yet you get more excited about meeting Gong Yoo everytime, he's nothing that special."

"You say this only because you hate how good he's with everyone except you." "See, you know it too, that guy hates me for who knows what."

At the set on the beach y/n and others were getting ready for the shoot and Gong Yoo was lightly playing with the volleyball. Once things were set, they practiced a bit and to everyone's surprise, y/n was doing significantly better, what people did not know was that he practiced for it for weeks now.

It was a surprise to Gong Yoo too, so he started hitting the ball even more forcefully while smiling like it was all normal.

After the successful shoot, although y/n got hit once and he was able to return the favour to Gong Yoo too, they were all in the public bath enjoying the warm water.

"You got much better for a person who is as clumsy as you." Gong Yoo shifted towards y/n and whispered. "Ajhussi, I am young, I can learn and practice." "Oh, so you are confident enough to reply now too." Gong Yoo was dangerously close to y/n and then suddenly got up and left. But y/n had a weird feeling as he watched the older walk away, he never realised how muscular and thick his thighs were, it was no doubt Gong Yoo was a hot man.

All through the next days of shooting y/n kept on losing his focus because of Gong Yoo's thighs, on the beach in his shorts, Gong Yoo played his character with perfection and somehow managed to irritate y/n with petty tactics like using the last bottle of cold water just to wet his face and body, using his sunbae card to get the best of the rooms, making y/n slip purposefully in the scenes filmed in the ocean.

Still, through all of this, there was a new weirdly adorable flush on y/n's face and one night in the hot water bath Gong Yoo was suddenly very aware of this fact.

As y/n was trying to relax his sore muscles in the hot water, Gon Yoo slipped closer to him and whispered in his ears "I know you have been staring a lot these days little prince." Y/n lost his composure and opened his eyes to the glory of Gong Yoo's wet body just beside him and the older's face on his right shoulder.

"The fuck do you think you are doing!?" "I am just confirming something." Since this bath was reserved for the actors only, nobody else was there to look at them and Gong Yoo liked the idea.

Suddenly y/n's hands were guided by the older to his thighs "Do you like them this much? Staring as if you just want to be between them." "Please... w-what are y-you doing?" Y/n was losing his cool, he was actually hard just by touching Gong Yoo's thighs, and by god were they divine, so muscular and defined, it was as if touching a well-crafted sculpture, his hand started moving automatically deeper to feel them more.

"All these years of bickering to make you into the person I really wanted. I guess it was all worth it, won't you agree y/n?" Somehow y/n was straddling Gong Yoo now as the older held him while sitting on the wooden floor with legs still in the water. Younger's face down eyes closed, older smiling like he just opened a treasure box.

"It can be an easy ride from here if you cooperate and be a good boy for sunbae, I will let you ride my thighs." "You must have lost your mind! We are in a public place! And I have no such intentions for you!" "Really? Then why are you so hard?" "It is a physiological phenomenon!" "Oh, then let's try this" Gong Yoo smoothly captured the younger's lips with his and that was the end of any defiance y/n had, he melted away as if he had been waiting for this all along.

When y/n finally tugged on the older's hair as he was out of breath they broke away and the younger had tears in his eyes. "Arent we supposed to be enemies." He asked while nuzzling his head in the older's neck. "Are we? I don't think so. I would rather have you like this, it is much more pleasurable."

As both of them left the bathhouse, y/n went into older's room with him and it is safe to say that he got to know the real strength and taste of those thighs he had been thirsting over for days.

P.S.:- If you liked it, you can support me by buying me a coffee; link's on my page.

[saebyeoked]

This might be controversial but can you please make a head cannon about being the salesman’s wife?

not controversial at all. in fact it is amazing and i'd be delighted to write about this man thank you. i picture the salesman as a romantic type of guy so i hope you enjoy my take on the character!!

gn!reader

being married to the salesman headcanons

he would have to be in a relationship for a while to consider marrying someone. at least for a few years. although he knew you were the one, he didn't know if you were ready for marriage yet so he decided to wait

his proposal is perfect. there are no flaws to this man at all and the proposal has to be incredible coming from him

he'll take you somewhere significant to the two of you as a couple to propose, like where you first met or where you had your first date. wherever he decides to propose at, you are completely speechless

his proposal is so sweet. he says so many kind things about you that you forget he's just proposing and you're not married yet

he'll help you plan the wedding. he wouldn't want a lot of guests there, seeing no point in having that many at an event that was supposed to be quiet and beautiful

he'd leave a few things up to you but would always chip in with his opinion if you asked for it. things like the cake and invitations he leaves completely up to you unless you need or want help

in the weeks leading up to the wedding, he's so giddy and he can't stand still. he just wants your wedding day to come faster so he could marry you

when the day of your wedding arrives, he feels suddenly anxious. everyone does on their wedding day, but he felt his chest tighten as he was waiting for the ceremony to start

when you walked down the isle, all of those worries and anxieties fell away as he looked at you. you looked stunning in what you chose to wear to your wedding, whether it be a dress or a tux. he adores you and knows you could pull off anything, even if it would look horrible on someone else

he wanted to kiss you as soon as you stood in front of him but he holds back. instead he just held your hand and looked deep into your eyes with a loving smile on his face

he felt grateful to be where he was. he had a perfect spouse and a beautiful wedding happening right in front of his eyes and he wouldn't change anything

his vows aren't incredibly long. he gets to the point rather quickly. he would talk about all of the things that made him want to marry you, and all of the quirks he noticed about you that he found so endearing

he would tell you how thankful he was to be with you and how incredible you are as a person and as a partner. you'd get teary-eyed from his words but you'd try not to cry even though you were the happiest you'd ever been

your vows would be longer than his, but he wouldn't care because you'd be talking about all of the things you love about him. you'd mention how attractive he is, both inside and out. how his kindness made you have a more positive outlook on the world and how you know he's your true love <3

when it comes time to kiss you and make your marriage official, he'd pull you in by the waist in what looked to be a rough kiss, but it turned out to be so gentle and sweet. his lips would move against yours so slowly, savoring the moment as if it would last forever if he didn't pull away

you go weak at the knees at his kiss, realizing that his lovely man is your husband!!

he has money, so anywhere in the world is a possible option for the honeymoon. he'd let you choose, and you'd go wherever you want. if you knew a lot about the city you'd tell him cute little facts and it would put a huge smile on his face

you stay at a nice hotel together and you'd be so hyper, almost bouncing off of the walls as you arrive to your room

it hadn't yet sunken in that you were actually married, but you were, and your husband was the sweetest man in the world

he loves and cares so much for you, so he'd take you anywhere and let you do anything. he'd want you to have the time of your life and it definitely succeeded

you'd go to a few tourist locations and— if you use social media— he'd take cute candid pictures of you for your instagram. he'd still take them anyway because you looked amazing

he noticed that you were almost glowing after your wedding. he could only hope that it was out of happiness, and of course it was because who wouldn't be happy after being married to him

if you didn't live together before you'd start to when you're married. he'd probably buy a brand new house for the two of you to start a life in together

as a married couple, the two of you would have the best relationship ever. you wouldn't have any problems with each other and any arguments were always solved quickly

the two of you have so much trust in each other and it's the cutest thing. it's so obvious that he loves you because of the way he looks at you

he's an incredible husband who'd do anything to make you happy <3

[bluelove24]

The Regular: (Gong Yoo x Male Reader)

I’ve never written anything like this before, this is my first smut. I’ve been reading stories from “Kinktober” and kinda got inspired. This is in no way an accurate portrayal of Gong Yoo, this is just fantasy. I don’t own the gif and I did not make it.

Warnings: strong language, slapping, cursing.

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As a full-time college student with a job, I didn't have much time for sex. I kept my head in the books and figured the rest would follow.

Most of the guys on campus didn't interest me that much. I knew for sure I was gay, but I hadn't managed to find that many men who turned me on. I had jerked a few guys off in high school, but overall I was still very inexperienced.

Mr. Gong was a regular at the coffee shop where I worked. Over time, we struck up a casual acquaintance, making small talk while I prepared his latte - the weather, how our days were going, things we saw on the news, etc. We eventually discovered a mutual interest in baseball, and that our teams were rivals, so we messed with each other about their wins and losses. I learned that he was an actor and that he had a dog, and I told him about my college classes. He was in his early 40s. Nice guy, friendly, relaxed, not looking to get on anyone's bad side. Masculine, without being a jerk about it, and not too much thought put into his clothes. He usually just wore jeans, a hooded sweatshirt and a face mask. He was a good looking guy, medium height, full head of dark hair and a great smile.

We kept talking for a few months she one day he stopped in to ask if I could take care of his dog. He explained, "I'm going out of town for a few weeks for work. I would obviously pay you. Would you mind feeding him once a day and taking him on a walk? If you can’t I completely understand.”

I said sure, why not? I can't lie, I felt excited about the idea of being inside Mr. Gong’s house and also having some extra money is not bad. We exchanged numbers and set everything up. I was starting to develop a serious crush on my favorite regular. I took care of the dog while he was gone, and everything went smoothly. He'd said he'd be home late Tuesday night and we had agreed that Tuesday afternoon would be the last time I'd come by to take care of the dogs. When I arrived at his house, I let the dog out in the yard, and as I was refilling the water bowl, I heard the key turn in the lock and Mr. Gong walked in. I jumped, spilling water all over the floor.

"Hey, you're home early, Mr... uh, Gong," I stuttered.

"Yeah, I managed to get on an earlier flight. Hope I didn't scare you." He grinned and almost smirked.

"Uh, no, not at all, just wasn't expecting you."

"I see. You know, Y/N, the truth is, I was hoping to run into you."

"You were?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm glad I caught you." His smile widened as he closed the door and set down his suitcase. I was confused and a little scared was this some kind of set up?

"Oh, you are?" I managed to get out, trying to keep my voice level.

"Don't fuck around with me, Y/N." His lip curled into a mean sneer.

"I know you've been thinking about seeing my cock. Smelling it. Tasting it. I can always tell when a young guy like you is cock- hungry. You think I was just talking to you for fun the past few months? I could tell from day one that you were a little queer bitch. I've just been waiting for the right moment."

I stared at him, at a loss for words.

"And I think I've found it. You want me, don't you." It was not a question. Lying seemed pointless, so I nodded.

"Good boy. That's what I thought." He started rubbing the crotch of his pants, and I didn't try to hide the fact that I was staring at the growing dickprint. I still felt surprised and nervous, but also very excited. Maybe this would finally be the day that my fantasies came true. To be honest, I masturbated nearly every day thinking about him using me for his pleasure, shoving his dick down my throat, and then stretching my hole while he fucked me hard and deep. Sometimes I even imagined him slapping me. Up to this point I'd been too nervous to act on it. But Mr. Gong wasn't giving me any time to be nervous.

He barked out, "Stop staring at me cock and clean up that water you spilled."

I found some paper towels and wiped up the water as fast as I could.

"Good. Now take off your shirt." I was self-conscious about being shirtless, but Mr. Gong seemed to like it. He was staring at my body with intense lust, continuing to massage his penis, now fully rigid, through his pants.

"Come here, boy. Get on your knees." I obeyed and crouched down in front of him. He unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, leaving only his dark boxer briefs, straining to contain his throbbing erection.

"Sniff it." I obediently leaned into his massive balls, and breathed in deeply through the fabric. The intoxicatingly heady musk made me lightheaded. I inhaled again and again, under his balls, and up along his shaft. The aroma varied in different places but was no less heady. I grew rock hard from his manly scents. When I placed my nose against the fabric stretched over his cockhead, I caught a whiff of his pre cum.

"You like the way a man's cock smells? Answer me, boy."

"Yes."

"Yeah? Tell me more." He gazed down at me with a stern look.

I took a deep breath and whimpered "I love the way you smell."

"Mmmm, good. That's right." He shoved my face into his balls again and rubbed his hard erection over my cheeks and forehead. He kicked off his shoes and shoved his foot against my aching cock.

"Wow, you do love that, don't you? Your dick is totally hard. You're a real slut, you know that?" Was I? I was shocked to hear him call me a slut, but I quickly realized that it made my dick throb. It was hard to argue with that. I nodded as I gently licked the fabric over his balls.

"Good. I love having a little bitch boy like you to work on me. With all the work I’ve had I’ve been horny all the time. I'm going to be your daddy from now on, so when you answer me you call me 'Daddy.' Got that?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good. Now suck daddy's cock." He whipped out his erection and pushed it against my lips. I opened up and he slid it in roughly. I had imagined being able to discover his cock slowly, at my own pace, and gradually work up to sucking the full length, but Mr. Gon- Daddy was impatient. He grabbed my ears for leverage and began thrusting hard immediately, pounding my tonsils until I gagged. He pulled out and slapped my face with his dripping cock, leaving sticky trails of precum and spit on my cheeks.

"Open up for me, baby. I want to feel my whole cock in your throat."

I did my best to open up but I kept gagging as he thrust his meat in harder. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I choked and slobbered on his thick penis. I wanted to please Daddy so badly, but try as I might, I couldn't fit any more of him in my mouth. We spent a few minutes trying to get his whole length in to my throat when it finally happened. He bottomed out in my throat.

"There you go, boy. I can feel your throat opening for me. Now you're taking daddy's whole cock like a good little bitch. Daddy's going to nut in your throat soon. You want to taste daddy's nut?" I moaned around his cock, trails of spit and precum running down my face and neck.

"You're such a fucking whore." He pistoned his cock deeper still into me. "That's right. Let daddy fuck your tight throat."

Bracing himself with one hand on the wall for support, he grasped the back of my head firmly with the other, and continued his dominant assault on my mouth and throat. He groaned, louder and louder, until with a final roar of pleasure, he leaned back and began to drain his balls into my throat.

"FUCK! TAKE. THAT. CUM. EAT IT." He pulled his cock out just enough that I could feel it spurting on to my tongue, and taste his tangy sperm.

"Swallow all of your daddy's nut, like a good boy. That's what you wanted, right? Goddamn, that feels good. You've been waiting for this for months, haven't you." He grinned as he slowly withdrew his still throbbing cock from my mouth. A few strands of cum still clung to his foreskin.

"Clean it off, there's a good boy." I obediently lapped at this cockhead until all the sperm was gone. I started to jerk myself off, and was seconds away from coming, but Mr. Gong stopped me. SMACK! He slapped me hard on the cheek, knocking me almost to the floor.

"No jerking off! If you ever want this cock again, you cum when I give you permission, and only then.”

"But, Mr. Gong I-"

"You loved that, didn't you?" I nodded. "You loved me fucking your throat and feeding you my sperm, right?"

"Yes."

"Tell me 'yes sir."

"Yes, S-Sir." I stuttered, rubbing the sore spot on my cheek where he'd hit me. It hurt!

"Then save your cum. Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while. Get your things and leave, I have to unpack. But be back here tomorrow, 7 pm sharp."

"Yes, Sir."

"And don't let me find out that you've shot your load before then. You don't want to see me angry."

“Yes, Sir.” I gathered my things and left in hurry. I was shocked about what happened but also excited for tomorrow.

[mo0nluvr]

Okay but like...

Salesman from squid game has his big hand around your delicate throat while circling your clit. You are lost in the pure pleasure, hair sprawled out in the soft pillow while this man takes care of your pussy. You are drunk, drunk from his touches to the point you're scratching his toned back while all is heard in the room are your sinful moans and whimpers...

[horanghaes-gaze]

Hii if you write for gong yoo can you please do a fluff alphabet ?

Word count: 4,033

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Notes: Sorry this took a bit but I hope you like it! <33

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o?

I think that he likes to do things like taking walks in the park and sharing an umbrella together when it rains. Or going to random pet stores to look at the cats and petting them and sneaking them some treats. He would also like to cook at home with you, making dinner as much of a joint effort as possible. This means that you would also go grocery shopping together, playfully bickering about whether you need a certain ingredient or not. And as you walk to check out he tells you to put your favorite snack back on the shelf, knowing you tried to put it in the cart without him knowing even though he always knows.

Beauty - What do they think is most beautiful on their s/o and themselves?

I think that he's a simple man, he just likes your face. He finds everything about your face beautiful. Every little facial feature of yours makes you you and he finds all of them beautiful, just like the rest of you. And on him, I'd say he likes his shoulders as they are broad. He likes being bigger than you, as he wants to protect you and hold you. He also likes that you can just lay your head on them and fall asleep or watch a movie together on the couch.

Comfort - How they would comfort their s/o during hard times

He seems like a more quiet comforter. He'd just hold you, or give you space, whatever you needed at that moment. But even if you insisted on just wanting to be alone, he'd still be watching you from afar. He'd make sure you're eating enough and getting enough water and rest. He'd make sure to coincidentally get all of your comfort foods like ice cream, cookies, the snack you always try to sneak in the cart, etc. If you did want him nearby, he'd be the best at listening and holding your hand as you spoke or just hugging you. His shoulder is always yours to cry on and a sign that he'll always be there.

Dreams - What do they picture their future with their s/o to be like?

He wants to live in a cozy apartment with just you and two cats at most, maybe three if you could convince him. Mornings spent together in bed and just talking with each other about everything and nothing. Still having a date night every once in a while even if you've been together for years, probably a fancy dinner and a night drive. As I mentioned earlier, you'd live with at least one cat, so you two would most likely adopt one together or more than one if you guys think you can handle it.

Equal - Who wears the pants in the relationship?

Probably an even split, to be honest, he doesn't want to be the one calling the shots all the time but at the same time doesn't want the shots to be called for him either. I'd say that you two have a relationship that is very based on communication so it depends on the situation who would have more control. If it was something like meeting your friends, he'd let you take control and listen to whatever you had to say. But if it was regarding visiting him on set, he'd be a bit more in control as this was his workplace.

Fight - What are fights like with them?

Fights rarely occur in your relationship, most of them about work most likely. You two have a very calm relationship, or at least he is very calm. Most of the time, you two can talk out your disagreements and move on afterward. But when things escalate more and lead to a full-on argument, you both need time to cool down. Although you'd prefer not to go to bed angry, if things couldn't be worked out before bed, he'd always offer to be the one on the couch. If you were too upset to talk to him, he'd simply just take his pillow, grab a blanket, and go to the couch, wanting you to be more comfortable in bed despite arguing. Making up would be as soon as you both have calmed down and are ready to talk. Once things have been talked out, he'd most likely hug you and apologize, saying that he hated fighting with you.

Gratitude - How do they show their gratitude? Do they notice what their s/o does for them?

I think that he'd say a simple thank you every time you did something for him. And if it took him longer to notice, he'd probably do something in return for you like taking an extra laundry day or getting you lunch. If it was something like making him a coffee in the morning or packing a lunch for him, he'd notice right away and give you a quick kiss. But if it was something a little less obvious, it might take him some time to notice, but when he does, he will try his best to show that he's thankful. Overall, he's just very thankful that you're in his life at all, so he tries to let you know that as much as possible.

Honesty - Do they have any secrets or do they share?

I doubt that he tries to keep secrets from you, but he might forget to tell you something since he's had a life full of experiences. Sometimes, there's been no situation for him to tell you something so he just doesn't tell you. It's not that he's hiding it, it's just that if it's not relevant, he won't say it. But if it was something really serious, he'd probably try to sit you down and tell you as soon as he notices things are getting serious between you two. And he'd be as honest as possible to you, telling you anything he thought you should know. Regarding you, he'd appreciate it if you tried to have that same level of honesty. You two would trust each other, probably knowing the passcodes to the other's phone. Not to snoop, but just in case one needs to look something up or if their phone wasn't on them.

Inspiration - Does their s/o change them in some way?

I think that he'd be more aware of things that could relate to you. Like if he went to the mall and saw a shirt that he knew would look nice on you, he'd get it for you. Or if he went out and passed your favorite cafe, he'd get something for you. He would come home earlier, knowing you'd be waiting for him or coming home from work. So when he's out with some friends, he'd want to start heading home at 10-11 pm at the latest. But while he's out, he'd also text you and call you every hour or so since he'd want you to do the same when you're out, just to know that you're safe. Since he's quite tall, he would start putting things slightly lower for you so that you didn't have trouble reaching it. He'd also make sure that he always has an extra clean shirt for you since he knows you like wearing his clothes, also having hair ties and such for if you need it.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they react when they are jealous?

I think that he gets jealous when your attention is on someone else for too long. He just wants to hold your hand or back hug you, but you're too busy talking to this person so it'd be awkward if he just started hugging you in the middle of your conversation. He wouldn't necessarily get jealous of other people flirting with you or anything, he knows that you're his and he's yours. He would get upset if they went too far though, but would also know that that's on the person, not you. He'd be fine with you having male friends as he knows that you know what boundaries are okay. Overall, he trusts you and just wants your attention :(

Kiss - Anything about kisses and kissing

He's probably a good kisser. After all the dramas he's acted in, and given his age, he's had to have experience and I think that he's learned from those experiences. He knows how to give a nice kiss and loves kissing you. He especially likes it when you give him pecks because it makes him so smiley and giddy on the inside and out, a huge smile breaking out on his face when you do. His favorite place to kiss you is your lips and shoulders, your lips because again, he likes kissing you, and your shoulders because of your height difference. Plus, he likes back hugging you so it's the perfect position to give your shoulders kisses. Or in the morning, he'll wake you up by trailing kisses from your shoulders to your neck. Your first kiss would probably be in the moment, not really being super planned out. It would just happen when the time was right. He was meeting you for a date and when you walked up to him in front of the restaurant, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and gave you a quick kiss, not even realizing it. And neither did you, kissing him back and going inside for dinner. It just felt right, and you both didn't notice until the end of the date when he dropped you off, kissing you goodbye.

Love Confession - Who confessed and how

I think that you would have to confess first. This is because I feel like he wouldn't realize that you were more than a friend until you confess. He wouldn't really think that the things he did for you were things that friends don't normally do. Like letting you wear his jackets or getting you gifts just because it "made him think of you". He thought that these were things that friends do, and you're his friend, a special friend is all. But when you confess, he realizes that no, you were not just a friend to him. And as for how you confessed, it was fairly straightforward. You two were at a cafe together, having a brunch, when you told him that you needed to tell him something. He listened closely, hearing how serious you sounded. You were nervous but still managed to say something along the lines of "I like you" or "I have feelings for you". He'd take a few seconds to process what you had said, just sitting there in silence, but you were freaking out, thinking that you made things awkward and that you had assumed wrong and he didn't like you back. But after he processed, he gave you a smile and said that he felt the same. After that, you two planned out your first date and the rest was history.

Marriage - Do they picture marrying their s/o? How do they propose? What is married life like?

Honestly, I don't think so. I think that although yes, he'd like a stable relationship, marriage isn't necessarily on his mind or priorities right now. It would take being in a relationship with you for a very long time for him to finally think of marrying you. I'm talking like 7-10 years, not just 2-5 years. This is because he's said it himself that he feels like he's too immature for marriage and that it's not really in his plans for life. But if he ever does propose and marry you, it would all be very romantic but personal. He'd propose during one of your walks in the park, the dark night sky above you. He would opt for just wrapping his arms around you from behind and showing you the ring while quietly asking "will you marry me?" instead of getting on one knee. And the wedding would be a small one, only close friends and family attending, a very warm atmosphere in the environment. Since you two have been together for so long, married life would be the same as before, not much changing besides now being husband and wife along with the rings that you both keep forgetting to wear for the first few months of marriage.

Nicknames - What nicknames are used and the story behind them

I think that he would be a classic with nicknames, calling you things like "honey" or "darling". But other nicknames would be "mom", "tiny", and "my barista". He would refer to you as "mom" to the cats, and he would be "dad" of course, the two of you being happy cat parents. "Tiny" would be from your height difference and how small you are to him. He mostly calls you this when you're wearing his clothes or are cuddling with him which makes you look extra small. And every morning he says "thank you, my barista" as you hand him his cup of coffee. I feel like he would just like you calling him anything that made him yours. Things such as "mine" or "my love".

On cloud nine - What are they like when in love?

Everyone around the two of you can clearly tell that he is absolutely head over heels for you. The mere mention of your name made him smile as the thought of you made him the happiest. He wants to share every moment with you, always talking about how you would react if you were there. At stores, he would get you anything that he thought you would like, asking his friends if they think you'd like it. If it was your birthday, everyone around him would be hearing about it for weeks as he wanted to plan out the perfect birthday for you. He'd ask for gift ideas, cake flavors, whether or not he should do a party, all of the stops. Anytime you're mentioned, he feels his cheeks warm up ever so slightly, not too noticeable, but still there. He simply adores you, and anyone with two eyes can see that very clearly.

PDA - How comfortable are they with it? What are their shows of affection?

He would be fine with whatever you're okay with, although he'd stray away from doing too much. The most he's willing to do in public would be long hugs and kisses that last a couple of seconds. But if you were more shy and wanted to keep these things to yourself, he would just follow along with whatever you're comfortable with. He'd always be holding your hand though, wanting to have some form of contact with you because he liked it and so that you don't get lost. He would also always give you a hello and goodbye kiss, even if it was just a peck, he wants to greet you with love and leave you with love too.

Quirk - Something random in their relationship

Sometimes, you both just don't interact much with each other. One of you might sleep on the couch or just sleep further apart if you both stay in bed. It's not because you're fighting or upset but simply because you just need me time. And when one of you is taking that me time, the other understands and lets them have that time to themselves, knowing that once it's over, you'll be better than ever. It doesn't happen often, maybe once every few months, but as a person, you just need some time to yourself so that is what this is. And afterward, everything just goes back to normal, with no awkward tension at all because like I said, you both understand that time alone is important.

Romance - Are they romantic? How much? What they would do to be romantic?

I think that he would be very romantic for special occasions such as your anniversary or valentine's day. Or when he wants to surprise you with a nice dinner if you've been working extra hard at work lately. But on a normal basis, I think that he tries to make being at home comfortable for you, knowing that work is stressful. He'd do things like making sure the shower/bath is ready for you or just making sure the house is heated up or air-conditioned. He would also always make sure to cuddle you and give you anything you need to be able to relax at home. Occasionally, he would run a bath for you both with some wine, not anything sexual, just so you can both unwind and have some quality time together.

Support - How do they show their support?

He's very supportive of you, giving you encouragement in whatever you wanted to do. If you are currently in college and have classes, he would do his best to help you study for your tests. On test days, he always made sure to slip a sticky note on your laptop, saying things like "I believe in you!" or "You're the smartest person I know". And if you didn't do as well as you'd hoped, he would still encourage you, saying he saw how hard you worked and that other people struggled too so you're not alone. And for work, he'd try to pack you lunch sometimes or have lunch with you if he could. If you had a presentation for work, he would let you practice on him and tell you if you needed to change anything. And whatever you want to do in life, he is your number one supporter. He's your cheerleader, always giving you thumbs up for whatever you do. And when you fall, he's always there to hug you and help you get back up again.

Thrill - Do they like to try new things? Or do they prefer a routine?

For the most part, he likes to have a routine that you guys stick to. He just likes to know that there is a certain way that things are done and just wants to be organized in that sense. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't like taking risks. If you wanted to try something, then he would try it for you, and vice versa. You mostly try out new things for dates to make it more fun. You guys have pictures in your apartment hung up of you traveling or doing something and whenever a guest sees and asks about it, you two share the story with smiles and laughs. In conclusion, you guys like trying new things, but not in a spontaneous way, wanting to plan it out.

Understanding - How good are they at understanding their s/o?

He is a very good listener which means that he takes in everything you say and feel very easily. I mentioned earlier that his shoulder is yours to cry on and that is true in every sense. If you need to cry, he'll get the tissues, if something that happened at work annoyed you, he's there to share your annoyance. No matter the situation, he is the person that you can always go to for help or just to hear you out. However, he is not afraid to point out if you are wrong, it's not that he wants to blame you, but in life, if a person is at fault, they need to be held accountable. So even if he understands your point of view, if you also did some wrong, he will tell you that you and the other both had faults in the situation.

Values - What do they need in a relationship to make it work?

He needs trust, support, love, and respect. In a relationship, he needs to trust his significant other. After all, you can't make a relationship work without trust. He can't be in a relationship where he's constantly thinking that you're keeping secrets or doing something without him knowing. He needs to also know that you support him as his career in acting is something that requires a lot of support from others. He supports you in whatever endeavors you choose to do and he wants you to do the same for him and his acting career as it is something that he is passionate about. Love is a given as that is what a romantic relationship is for. He is in a relationship with you to love you and to also receive love from you. And lastly, respect. He will respect you and your decisions no matter what and he expects you to do the same. You are two adults after all, so respect is a must.

Wildcard - A quick fluff

The morning sun shined through your curtains in the early summer morning. The bed was warm and the both of you were in each other's arms. You had yet to wake up, still sleeping peacefully with your head on his chest. He quietly stirred awake, his arms instinctively holding you tighter. His eyes finally opened all the way, now fully awake. Kissing the top of your head, he admired your features. From your cute bed head to every line and curve of your face, you were a sight for sore eyes. I could stay like this forever he thought. "Do I have to keep pretending to sleep or will you give me a real kiss?" you spoke up, eyes still closed. He let out a small laugh, giving you the kiss you had been waiting for. "Good morning to you too, honey", his morning voice sent shivers down your spine. "I could go for some waffles" you suggested. "I could go make some just for you."

Xoxo - Are they affectionate?

He is definitely affectionate. He likes to hug you and have you in his arms. He wants you to know that he loves you so very much and that you are one of the most important people in his life. He tells you that he loves you every day when he wakes up and every night before going to bed. Honestly, he just likes to cuddle you and give you kisses because it's what you deserve.

Yearning - How do they handle being apart from their s/o?

I think that he would be sad if he isn't able to be with you. He would try to call and text you as much as possible, wanting to have the most contact you could have while apart. Other people around him can tell that the happiness on his face isn't as present as it was before you left. They can also tell that he isn't in as high spirits, longing looks on his face as he waits for a text or call from you. The bed simply doesn't feel the same without you there, feeling too big and empty. The coffee didn't taste the same either, the way you made it is perfectly tuned to his taste. When you two are finally reunited, the smile on his face returns once again and he pulls you into the tightest hug you've ever felt.

Zeal - How much are they willing to do for the relationship? What have they done?

He is willing to do a lot for you. Always willing to give you whatever you need or want. When he's in love, he goes all-in or not in at all. He wants you to know that he is committed and completely in love with you. He's done many things for you such as getting you a new laptop after your old one broke despite you saying you could save up on your own for a new one. He even skipped out on an award show to see you graduate, even if that meant having someone else accept his award. The proud smile he wore on his face that day is one that you will always remember. As for that award he won, someone from his company accepted the award and read out the speech he wrote, the trophy now sits on one of your shelves at home next to your diploma.

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So...i accept request guys :D ♥️

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Third Time’s the Charm

Fandom: Squid Game (Netflix)

Relationship: The Salesman x Female Reader

Age: 18+ Explicit (Under 18s go away!)

Warnings: Smut, Spanking, Dominant Salesman, fingering, (Mention of slapping), fluff and fluffy aftercare, (He’s harsh, polite and fair.) rough sex in the toilets, use of mirrors, stealing, crying (From pleasure), Slight!Brat reader.

Word Count Total: 4474

Note: I LOVED Squid Game and desperately wanted fanfiction. The Salesman (Gong Yoo) just stole the show! And my heart and I wanted to share my words with the world! It took a little time and I finally did it! I hope you enjoy and please do let me know what you think! I’d love to take requests for the characters from Squid Game.

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Tagged: @philomaay​

Summary: She always manages to con the salesman in the first two meetings. Their third meeting takes a different turn.

This was how the night was not supposed to go. It was a simple job: sneak in, rob the 50th richest man's wife's bracelet and don't get caught. Just (Y/N) was about to slip the bracelet off the woman, she noticed that someone had seen her trying to swipe the bracelet. It was probably one of the wife's bodyguards. At that moment, (Y/N) made a show of letting the bracelet drop before loudly exclaiming to the crowd that the wife's bracelet fell.

There went (Y/N)'s pay day as she politely excused herself from the lady before brushing past people to find a way to hide in the big building. One of the bodyguards was tailing her as she began to weave through the crowd, she found a staircase. She lifted the edges of her dress and sprinted up the stairs to quickly try to avoid the guard.

(Y/N) would have loved to have spent more time in the party before trying to rob the bracelet. She was going to starve tonight as she found a door and slipped in. It was an upscale toilet as she rushed into one of the stalls whilst bending down to take off her heels. Who knew that pretending to dress up as rich would kill?

She locked the stall, putting the toilet seat down to then sit on the lid with her feet and dress up. The toilets were high class with smooth porcelain and bright peach-ish walls. A few minutes passed and she hoped that the guards didn't see her walk in. Just as (Y/N) was about to step off the toilet, the door to the toilets opened and she quickly retracted back into her original position.

The tap came on and the door opened again. A few hushed words were exchanged and she couldn't hear what was being said. The door closed and (Y/N) waited to let silence be her guide. However, someone else helped her out.

"You can come out now, they're gone."

The voice sounded so familiar as (Y/N) stepped off the toilet and came out the stall to meet with dark eyes in the toilet mirrors. The same slick combed hair and clean shaven face. Everything about the man was crisp and his lips were slightly tugged upwards into a smirk. It was him. She never knew his name but she coined him as 'Salesman'.

He offered money in exchange for a game of ddakji and (Y/N) gave him the slip, twice. She'd play the game and win both games for the first time without ever having to pay him 100,000 won or getting slapped by him. Once he'd start his go, (Y/N) would quietly slip 400,000 won from his suitcase and sneak away. She heard that he wanted to sell a sort of game but she couldn't be bothered to take him up on his offer.

Salesman looked smart in his suit, he ditched the grey for a pristine all black suit with a deep blood red tie. He was looking more scheming than usual as the Salesman grabbed the hand towel to wipe his hands dry. He still had his metal grey briefcase with him as she laid a cursory eye over him.

"Do you expect me to thank you for keeping an eye out for me?"

The Salesman smiled softly as he turned to fully face (Y/N). Letting his eyes slowly glaze over her form, while she looked beautiful in her black silk dress, he couldn't notice how heavy her eye bags were. Her arms were slimmer than the last time he saw her, she clearly should have taken him up on his offer. However, he knew she was a survivor. Using any means necessary to get money to live, he read her file from page to page.

"A thank you would suffice nicely but you're not the kind of person to rely on anyone to survive. If you'd like, I can call them back and you can try to evade them using your own tactics."

He had (Y/N) stuck as she shuffled her feet. Truth be told, she probably would have been able to avoid them a few minutes longer before they barged in and dragged her out. The Salesman helped buy her some time. She really should thank him because despite her tricking him, he's been nothing but nice and professional.

"You're right. Thank you. You kinda saved my back."

The Salesman smiled and gave a slight bow of his head before he watched (Y/N)'s eyes go towards the briefcase.

"So, are you here to sway someone into playing your little game?"

"Not the people outside this room. A little too high maintenance for my taste."

(Y/N) gave a brisk nod as she realised that this worked to the Salesman's favour. He had her trapped in the bathroom so she couldn't sneak away with the money. He was after her and in a way she felt a little flattered. Third time's the charm as she decided to play his ddakji game.

"I see, mister. Well, all you have to do is ask."

The Salesman's lips twitched slightly as he clicked his briefcase open to take out a blue and red ddakji disk. The previous time she took the red disk and won easily but this time she was going to go easy on him and take the blue one.

"Would you like to play a game of ddakji with me?"

"Yes I would."

"What colour would you like?"

"Blue."

(Y/N) brought her hand out to take the disk, purposely brushing her hand against his and she felt a slight shiver down her back. The Salesman reminded her of the rules which was to try to flip the opponent's card. If she did it, she would get 100,000 won, if not she would pay him 100,000 won. Otherwise, he would slap her to waive off the 100,000 won. She had nothing to worry about.

"You ready to pay up, mister?"

The man simply clasped his hands in front of his body, standing tall and attentive to watch her. (Y/N) tossed her shoes onto the sink top, before parting her legs for better balance. She brought her hand up and swung her arm down with force so the card could hit the corner of the red disk. The card didn't flip.

She was astonished as her eyes stared ahead. How? She couldn't understand how she was able to slip the card the first two times. The Salesman bent down to pick up his card as he threw his card down with great force. The red disk shot down and hit the corner of the blue which forced the disk to flip up. He did it and she had to pay.

It wasn't fair. Actually the game was fair but she needed to find a way out of this.

"Hey, I'm sure this game is rigged. The blue one is lighter than the red one."

"What do I benefit from rigging the game?"

"You get my loyalty."

"I don't need your loyalty. I want to present you with an opportunity. And besides, cheating isn't my style of persuading people."

She watched his face carefully and despite wanting to distrust him, she knew he was telling the truth. He was always straightforward with (Y/N). This is what she gets for being overconfident.

"As much as I don't want to believe it, you're telling the truth. So come on then, hit me. It's only fair."

She steps a few inches from him, bringing her face closer ready for the slap. Her eyes pinch close in anticipation of the loud cracking but instead she feels his fingers press against the sides of her jaw, lifting her chin.

"Tonight, you'll pay me back another way with your body. That is … if you consent."

The tone of his voice had dropped slightly and his words were ominous. He was a handsome man and she couldn't deny she sensed some chemistry between the two of them. She didn't know whether to be nervous or excited with his words so she maintained a neutral expression. Opening her eyes and immediately almost melting into his obsidian dark eyes.

"Say I consent. How exactly do I pay you back?"

"I'll let you know, once you've won one round."

"I consent then."

The next few minutes were spent trying to flip the other person's card. (Y/N) wasn't doing too well as she failed nearly twenty times. The Salesman was on a winning streak because he had flipped her card every single time. She owed him nearly two million. Then came the twenty first time.

Her eyes were laser focused, she didn't want to watch him. Especially now that he had shed his blazer off, looking toned under the slim fit button up. She tried to copy the way he approached the game. Bringing her card high over her head and swinging down forcefully. The card shot downwards and hit the corner of his disk, forcing it to jump up and flip on it’s other side. A wide grin grew on her face as she quietly squealed. The salesman smiled and applauded her effort.

“I guess you owe me money, mister!”

He acquiesced and reached into the briefcase to hand her money. (Y/N)’s lips curled up as she snatched the notes from his hand. She counted out the notes, the total was adding up to 500,000 won. It made no sense because the agreed amount was 100,000 won. Did he miscount? No, it’s impossible, a man like him would never make a mistake when handing out money. The toilet doors clicked with a lock as (Y/N)’s head snapped up to find him locking the door.

“This is 500,000 won.”

“I know. It’s the same amount that you took the last two times, right?”

She shouldn’t be so surprised that the Salesman knew she stole money from him but she couldn’t help the way her lips parted in surprise. He stepped closer to her, his head slightly towering over her figure and he let his eyes openly drag over her body.

“I guess that nothing gets past you, does it? Right well I assume you’d be wanting that payment back.” (Y/N) offered the money back to the Salesman. “I hope this covers at least a small portion of it.”

“I don’t need you to pay me back with money, Ms. (L/N). As I said, prior. I’ll take my payment with your body. So let me ask once again: Do I have your consent?”

If he was inferring what she was thinking of, then she most certainly consented. He was charming and tactful. Not to mention, attractive, it wasn’t an everyday thing that handsome rich men were offering themselves up on a silver platter. No doubt there was money to be earned if she used her body. All hesitations were thrown out the window as she gave a brisk nod and verbal consent.

There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere as his lips grew into a confident smirk. He brought a finger up and spun it around as a signal for (Y/N) to turn around. (Y/N)’s eyebrows raised up in surprise but she decided to make it a little harder for him. Just because she consented, didn’t mean she was going to obey him directly like a dog. She folded her arms together and stood still at her spot, making her point about refusing his orders.

“Ms. (L/N). I insist you turn around and face the mirror.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I have no qualms about calling those guards back up to let them know where their thief is.”

“Technically, I never stole anything so I’m not a thief.”

“The diamond on your finger begs to differ. While you may not have gotten the chance to take the bracelet. You used the announcement as a way to swipe Mrs. Kwon’s diamond ring.”

(Y/N) stepped back a little at the fact that he paid attention to what she was doing, clearly understanding that the diversion was a ruse to steal something almost as valuable as the bracelet. She certainly didn’t want the Salesman to call the guards up. She had no other choice but to follow through. Maybe now was not such a good time to act bratty. She exhaled slowly and followed his order, turning to the mirror to take a gander at herself.

“Hands on the countertop at all times.”

She followed his instructions again as she watched him through the mirror, trying to figure out how the gears were turning in his head. His body was a breath away from the back of hers and she felt a small tap against her ankle. She almost felt heat flood to her cheek as she slowly parted her legs slightly. He was certainly going to ruin her tonight as she flinched at his hands on the sides of her waist; pulling back slightly and almost bending her at the toilet sinks.

His facial expressions were neutral as his fingers traced down to where the slit of her dress started. The dress felt like sinking into heaven as the Salesman curled his fingers under her dress and towards Ms. (L/N)’s underwear. It wasn’t lace or silk, cotton perhaps. Her skin was warm and he could feel brief shapes of marks, most likely stretch marks, he hooked two fingers into the waistband of her underwear and pushed it down.

Watching as it dropped down her legs and pooled by her ankles and bare feet. They were cute light blue panties with pink coloured cupcakes printed on.

“Cute underwear. Did it come with the dress as well?”

“No, the underwear is mine. This dress, however, was a borrow from a friend. So I should warn you not to rip this dress.”

The salesman leaned in close, letting his mouth hover next to her ear and carefully making sure that her body wasn’t brushing against his. His eyes connected with hers in the mirror while his warm breath tickled her ear.

“I’m a man of my word, Ms (L/N).”

She felt her body lean slightly towards his body. The salesman knew how to use his sales tactics to his advantage and she was more than happy for him to keep lighting her body with fire and warmth. She felt the back of her dress shift to the side as a rush of cold air was exposed to her behind. She watched him carefully through the mirror as he smiled at her. His eyes were slowly roving over her body before reconnecting with her eyes in the mirror.

SLAP!

(Y/N) gasped loudly as her head snapped over her shoulder to see that his hand had swung and hit her behind’s right cheek. Warmth flooded the area as she brought her eyes up to connect with his. He still had that smile on his face, looking more annoying rather than charming as he informed her.

“One.”

Finally it all made sense. He was going to spank her as a way to waive off her debt to him. She felt her core tense slightly as she pretended to frown.

"Spanking, really? Aren't I a little old to be spanked?"

SLAP!

He slapped the left cheek of her butt and politely grinned at her. He knew she was trying to persuade him to give up but he wouldn't. The Salesman was a man of his word.

"Not for pretty bratty girls like you. That’s two.”

SLAP!

(Y/N) jerked at the sudden harsh contact, she should feel appalled and ashamed that she was in the toilets getting spanked by a man she barely knew. An attractive man and she felt heat and wetness grow in her core. He gave two more slaps before she felt his palm glide across her bare behind before dragging down to stroke small circles near her inner thighs. She gasped at the soft sensations he was giving her as they stared at one another in the mirror. He knew that he was getting to her and she needed to have the other hand.

“Is that all you got? I barely felt a thing.”

He quirked an eyebrow and brought his hands up to her labia where he could feel her arousal almost dripping. His fingers were rough and slender and she whimpered at the sudden feeling of his fingers brushing against her intimate parts.

“Are you sure you barely felt a thing? This is telling me otherwise.”

“You hit like a baby.”

It wasn’t her finest insult but it seemed to work as he came around and pressed his lower half against her bare back. She could feel his length through his dark slacks and her lips parted in surprise. He was certainly well-endowed as she bowed her head at the friction between their lower regions.

SLAP!

She jerked and pushed her hips back against his. He swung much harder than before and she could feel the vibration spread through her whole body. A small grunt left her lips as her head dipped lower, she couldn’t bear to keep her head up as he was taking what he wanted.

“Can you look up in the mirror, please?”

He didn’t dare to. He was officially a sadist as (Y/N) lifted her head up to connect her eyes with his. He had his usual smirk on his face as he stared at her behind. Her butt was feeling warm in his hands and her arousal was beginning to drip down her thighs a little. It was getting hard to resist sinking his cock inside her but he needed to follow through with the rules of the game. He continued to spank her, getting close to fifteen and tears were streaming down her face.

Much to his surprise, she was obeying his orders very closely and enjoying herself despite the tears down her face. (Y/N) couldn’t stop the tears as she inhaled deep breaths. She was with the devil himself as she took in his coiffed hair and pristine suit. One strand of hair was drooping down his forehead and he was composed as ever. She was very much enjoying the way he was taking the payment from her body and soon came the number that was to end this.

SLAP!

“Twenty.”

(Y/N) choked back a gasp as he brought his eyes to connect with hers in the toilet mirror, his hands coming up to pick up a hand towel and soaking it in cool water. He brought that hand to the outside of her behind and wiped around at her butt to cool down her pain. He was taking care of her and helping her calm down and she felt her heart swell for this strange Salesman. He smiled softly at her through the mirror before he took off his blazer and folded it up as a pillow, placing it on the sink top so she could turn around and sit on the jacket.

“How do you feel, Ms. (L/N)?”

“Like I paid off all my debts.”

The salesman smiled and placed a careful hand on top of her bare knees. There was one question that was lingering in her mind.

“Would you have stopped if I said?”

“Of course. I’m not a monster.”

“And is this something you do with other people?”

“You’re the first person I've done this with.”

The Salesman understood her line of questioning, regardless of presenting herself as independent, she yearned for comfort and attention. He was more than happy to give her that attention. She was different, unique. Maybe she didn’t have to be recruited into the games. He could find a way to keep her.

“What if I wanted another form of payment?”

This piqued his interest as he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. Somehow this game of ddakji brought them closer than ever as he gave her an inquisitive look. (Y/N) felt her slick soak her thighs and his blazer, she really wanted his dick and the only way to get it was to do it. Tossing the front part of her dress to the side so her vagina was open for the Salesman to see. She curled her hand around his wrist and dragged his fingers over to her lower lips and vagina. Her essence was leaking and who was he to refuse her request.

He brought his thumb to stroke small circles onto her clitoris, this had her mewl softly and arch her back closer to his body. The salesman had unveiled an ethereal goddess in his arms as he decided to forgo using his fingers and beginning to unbuckle and unzip his slacks. (Y/N) whined at the loss of his fingers but her eyes grew wide at the way his hands were sloppily unbuckling his belt and pushing his boxers down to reveal his long stiff erection.

He was gorgeous and he was certainly intent on destroying her. If tonight was the night she died, she’d happily accept it at the expense of him. (Y/N) planted her hands flat behind her as he curled his slender coarse fingers around her inner knee. He tugged her forward so she was half hanging off the sink and took the time to slowly sink his dick inside her silky walls. (Y/N) couldn’t hold back a moan at the girth of his thickness as her arms trembled to keep him in place.

The Salesman grunted at the tightness and forced his way to bottom out which had her moan loudly. He slowly pulled back and thrusted again harder which had (Y/N) groan again with pleasure from his roughness. Her hand curled around that back of his neck as she took what he was giving her. One hand hooked her leg around his waist as his other hand wrapped itself in her thick tresses, pulling her to press her soft lips against his.

It was the first time they kissed and neither one could let go as their tongues brushed and curled against one another and the Salesman began to pick up pace in his thrusts. (Y/N)’s hand dropped from his neck before settling against his toned back, her nails dug in tightly into his thin button shirt. A cacophony of animalist grunts, pants and moans danced in the air as the smell of sex and sweat melted in the air.

“Fuck! You’re so good! Ruin me!”

“I already am, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) whined at the sound of her name as her body began shaking and teetering on the edge of pleasure. She was close to her climax and he could sense it as he brought his hand down to rub at her clitoris. 

“You’re so tight! I need you to come for me, now!”

At the moment he ordered her to come, she shook and screeched her orgasm as her eyes lazily connected with his. She couldn’t dare to close her eyes and this made him grunt and ejaculate deep inside her. Her ears tingled at the rhythm of his grunts and groans as he exhaled her name. He brought his mouth down to press a sloppy kiss against the corner of her mouth before pressing his forehead against her.

Their hands glided over the other’s clothed bodies, feeling and soothing the twitching and suddenness of their releases. She was loving the way she managed to ruin his smart pristine presence as his hair was shaken out of place and his shirt was crinkled and sweat soaked. He was looking equally debauched as she was and he didn’t want this to be a one time thing between them. He might be able to convince the higher ups to take her on as a fellow salesman.

“Thank you.”

“I think I should thank you, (Y/N).”

Now came the end of their game. She knew he needed to make a sale of getting her to try out the game. She heard whispers that the Salesman offered people in debt a chance to play a series of games to win a long sum cash prize. While this was the first time he took payment this way, she knew he would offer her the card to go to the games.

“I guess now, you’d want me to have a chance at playing some games like this to earn money?”

His eyes slowly opened as he leaned his head back to gaze at her. It was a soft intimate look and she almost felt shy at the fact that she dared to ask him this kind of question. His hand trembled slightly as he pushed her hair back before resting on her cheek.

“This was never to get you to play the games.”

“Then what?”

“You tricked me twice. I had to get you back for that somehow.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at his silly notion as she lowly giggled at his words. It was a fair and enjoyable way for him to get back at her. He had a warm smile on his face as she brought her lips to press against his neck.

“Besides, I might have another more suitable way for you to pay off your debt. It will involve working with me. Is that something you could look towards to?”

Her eyebrows quirked up at his words. In this short space of time, she’s felt something grow for him and she certainly didn’t want to let go of him just yet. She lifted her head up and brought a finger to stroke against his cheekbones.

“Depends. Will it involve us coming together in … intimate, possibly compromising positions?”

“An additional perk to working beside me, perhaps.”

(Y/N) hummed as she glanced down to notice a small bump in the swell of her stomach. He was still deep inside her and she tightened her core to squeeze at his length. The salesman hissed at her sudden clenching as he watched her mischievous face grin. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as her hand sunk under his shirt to feel his taut skin.

“You might need to convince me again.”

His dick slowly began to harden as a grin took hold of his face. He carefully pulled out of her and spun her so she was facing the mirror. One of his hand rested at the base of her neck whilst the other pushed the back of her dress to the side and held her waist so her butt was pressed against his dick.

“I’d be more than happy to convince you.”

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high risk – high reward | 5

Squid Game | The Salesman x F!Reader | 18+

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Summary: As you try to get settled in before coming up with an escape plan, the Salesman makes sure you get familiar with the concept of your arrangement.

Warnings/Info: SMUT ahead, 18+! ♥ | dub-con; oral (male receiving); vaginal fingering; dom!Salesman; sub!virgin!Reader; cussing; exploitation; age gap; tw:dark content

Damn! This was fun to write. I hope y’all will enjoy reading it! Please let me know what you think. Cheers ♥

P.S.: I could’ve used a more fitting GIF at the end, but the guy in this one is Gong Yoo and, please, I need someone to tell me which movie or show this is from! For research purposes....

You follow the Salesman down the hallway until he stops at a door to his right and pushes it open at once.

“This is the guest bedroom. As you can see, it hasn’t been used much before”

You do see it as you peek inside, but you don’t dare to open your mouth to ask why; still too intimidated by the things he said and done before. Instead, you follow him inside cautiously and let your gaze wander. Again, this bedroom alone seems to be as big as the place you share with Ho-Sook. It smells like new furniture and dust, along with the biting scent of window cleaner.

You’ve only seen a large box-spring bed like this in a magazine maybe, but never even sat on one before. It probably wouldn’t fit in your room anyways; you think as you approach it. You will have to climb on top of it as the mattress reaches up to your hip. The sheets are navy blue and soft while the mattress has a comfortable toughness as you give it a testing squish. The dark brown dresser next to the bed nearly reaches the ceiling, and you know you wouldn’t be able to fill it up with the clothes you own if you wanted to.

“I don’t think there are any towels in this bathroom, so you just go ahead and strip while I get a few things for you”

You’re sure to suffer from a heart attack as soon as those words leave his mouth, so awfully casual at that. He looks at you with a nonchalant expression as he leans against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets, and he nods his chin towards the connecting door on the other side of the room.

“I’ll be back soon”, he says as he pushes himself off the doorframe and disappears down the hall.

You look back and forth between the empty doorframe and the adjacent bathroom before walking towards the closed door. Did he really say strip? Or is your mind starting to play games, too?

You grab the handle and notice that your hand is shaking. The door opens and you step forward into the smaller room. It takes a moment to find the light switch, but as soon as you flick it on you see the mirror straight ahead above the designer sink, and you’re caught off guard by your own appearance.

The dark circles under your eyes only remind you of the fatigue starting to overcome your exhausted body, and you hold onto the sink as you lean forward to further examine yourself in the mirror. Your hair is messy, ready for a throughout wash and your face looks alarmingly skinnier with your cheekbones accentuated like that. Perhaps it’s the strange lightning in the room, or you’re only now paying attention to yourself since who knows how long.

“Y/N?”

Your heart starts racing when the Salesman calls out to you, and your knees feel weak as you leave the bathroom to face him.

“Yes, sir”, you answer softly, and the title continues to leave a bitter taste of humiliation and embarrassment in your mouth.

He drops the fluffy grey towels on the bed, along with the basket of various toiletries while you eye up the packaged toothbrush with wanton desire. You don’t notice his scowl at first, you’re too occupied to see what he brought you, but your attention is back on him when he approaches you slowly.

“You’re still dressed”

You look down at yourself and shift on your feet uncomfortably before peering back up at him slowly.

“Yes…sir”

His jaw tenses as he clenches his teeth with a deep sigh. “I wasn’t going to do anything to you if that’s what you thought. I was only trying to be helpful. You’re aware that I expect you to listen and obey when I tell you to do something, right? Or am I still not being clear enough?”

Your breathing comes shallow as you brace yourself for worse things to come. An agonizing moment passes, and the tension continues to thicken when he opens his mouth to speak.

“Put your arms up, Y/N, now”

You do as he says, yet again too slow for his liking, and he doesn’t hesitate to grab a hold of the hem of your heavy sweater and pulling it up over your head before tossing it to the floor haphazardly. The plain white shirt you’re wearing underneath follows quickly, and you’re left standing in your white sports bra.

When he goes to open the button of your jeans, you flinch away instinctively, but you don’t get to back away far enough as he hooks his fingers into the waistband.

“Ah ah ah, you didn’t listen when I told you to do it yourself, so we do it together now instead”

You swallow the lump in your throat as he pushes your jeans over your ass, down to your legs until you can step out of them. He crouches in front of you before lifting one leg by the back of your knee and pulling the sock off, then doing the same with the other. The fact that he is crouching in front of you only manages to make you more uncomfortable, so you keep your hands folded in front of your private parts. Your body is trembling uncontrollably at this point, but he doesn’t care.

You let out a shaky breath when he makes a move to stand though only to grab the back of your knee once more to lick his flat tongue up your thigh before biting your skin. You squeal and flinch away as he finally stands up, laughing sardonically.

“Why would you do that?”, you squeak, all flustered with one arm crossed over your chest while the other stays in front of your panties.

His tongue pokes out between his teeth as he grins at you, and you hate how boyish and smug he looks while doing it. He tries to be sneaky as he fixes the front of his dress pants but fails miserably and you notice the obvious bulge pressing against the fabric. Your skin flushes hot and you avert your eyes immediately.

He nears you and you back away until your back hits the large wooden dresser. His finger lifts your chin like he did before in the living room, and his free hand is braced next to your head on the dresser as he leans in.

“I believe you meant to say, ‘Why would you do that, sir?’, hm?” He clicks his tongue and licks his lips as his eyes flick to yours, parted slightly. “As for the why…I did it, because back in the car I realized that I enjoy hearing you scream, and moan, and whimper, kitten”

He leans his body into yours until you feel his erection poke into your groin. You turn your head away and squeeze your eyes shut in shame, but he uses it to his advantage and doesn’t hesitate to kiss and suck a hickey on your neck.

The sensation makes you shudder and whimper helplessly while you push your hands flat against his chest. You’re surprised when he stops and pulls back abruptly with a satisfied hum.

“Go take a shower and don’t forget to shave, I like it smooth. Come find me when you’re done”, he coos into your ear before backing away. His eyes roam over your half-naked again, and you’ve never seen a man look this lewdly at you. He finally turns on his heels to exit the room, leaving you torn between feeling anguish and an unknown craving which only furthers your self-loathing.

You take one of the larger towels and wrap the fluffy fabric tightly around your chest; you use a smaller one to dry your hair and dap away the blood from the cut on your left knee. Somehow you slipped while shaving in the shower, but you’ve never been good at that anyway. A minor cut is the least on the ongoing, excruciating list of your problems right now.

For a fleeting moment you even managed to feel slightly better, like you could get out of this mess eventually, but reality swiftly caught up to you, and crushed the little shred of hope before it could bloom into too much confidence.

A peek inside the dresser leaves you empty handed, but deep down you knew you wouldn’t find anything anyway. Now you stand at the edge of the fancy bed, in a bedroom that isn’t yours, clean, teeth brushed, and more than ready to drop dead with sleep.

Of course, you remember his last words before he left, and how could you not. Perhaps you will never forget them for the rest of your life, any of them.

‘Come find me when you’re done’

“Ugh…” Your shoulders drop and you take a few long, deep breaths to find the courage to open the door and walk down the hallway like this. There is a split-second where you think about locking the door and climbing out of the window, but that plan proofs to be too suicidal quickly. Judging by the look out the panorama window in the living room, the apartment must be on the highest level, and you’re too afraid of heights to even be near an open window.

What if you lock the door though? Would he break in and take you forcefully? Probably, and you’d more than likely end up more hurt afterwards, too. You exhale through your nose and bite your cheek nervously as you open the door eventually.

You can hear classical music playing softly as you step onto the hallway; the sound is coming from the living room, and with a heavy heart, you drag your bare feet towards it.

The Salesman is sitting on the couch, long legs spread languidly, unwinding with a glass of light brown liquor in one hand, and a smartphone in the other. You squint your eyes and realize it is yours. His attention shifts to you as soon as you approach him, and he takes a sip of the liquor before smiling at you with glee in his eyes.

He changed his attire from business to casual, with a plain black V-neck T-shirt and, charcoal grey designer sweatpants. You squirm under his gaze as you come to stand a foot away in front of him, and he puts the fancy glass on the side table next to him though he keeps scrolling through your phone absentmindedly.

“I spent my time alone to get familiar with your acquaintances, I hope that’s all right, but it seems like you don’t have many friends anyway. Is that correct?”

“Yessir”

“Hm” He nods and the corner of his mouth twitches upwards. “Then tell me, who is Baekhyun? You seem to be close with him, more than any of your other contacts”

“He…we worked together, we get along well and we’re friends, nothing more, sir”, you answer through clenched teeth while you grab the towel around your chest tighter.

“Mhm”, he hums, nods again and puts the phone down next to the glass on the side table. “Have you ever sucked a cock before, Y/N? Perhaps Baekhyun’s?”

You scoff as you feel your cheeks burn up again, and you wonder if too much adrenaline in a day could be deadly. “N-no, sir, never”

He sucks his bottom lip through his teeth and shifts in his seat as he makes a ‘come-hither’ motion with his fingers. You obey reluctantly and he grabs your wrist to pull you closer as soon as you’re within arm’s reach. He tugs on the towel, but you hold on to it fiercely.

“Look at me, Y/N”, he demands softly, and you do as he says, not hiding your scowl. “this is going to be a part of our deal. If you can learn to satisfy me, and keep me good company, I promise I will take care of you and your problems in return”

He tugs on your wrist gently and you bite your cheek raw as you ponder.

“Just think about it, what else is there left for you to do?” He chuckles lowly while his free hand slips beneath the towel to tickle his fingertips up your thigh, and you let him. “I had a different opportunity in store when I approached you at the train station, but that one would have been much, much more deadly than this one right here”

He is right, there isn’t much left for you to do. Up to this point, you couldn’t keep a job for more than a month, you never finished your degree, you could be homeless right now if Ho-Sook has finally had enough and decided to kick you out –

The Salesman tilts his head with a disarming smile on his lips as you unwrap the towel wordlessly before dropping to your knees between his legs. He leans back, waiting for you to make the first move, and you rub your trembling hands up his thighs and position yourself in a more comfortable angle while you try to recall everything you’ve ever seen in the few porn movies you’ve dared to watch in the past.

“Don’t overthink it, there’s hardly anything you can do wrong. Just –“

You gaze up at him and he leans forward to pat your cheek gently. “mind your teeth, please”

Your face is burning, and your heart racing when he reaches into his pants and whips out his semi-hard erection. The sight makes your breath hitch and a delicate heat pool between your legs. His cock is long, and veiny, the head a deeper shade of skin than the rest of his shaft. You’re not surprised to find his dark pubes trimmed and kept just as neat as the rest of his appearance.

It takes some effort for you to spit into your palm before you reach out to grab his cock. He flinches and cups his hand over yours as he huffs.

“Gentle now, love”, he coos as he guides your hand with his. The sudden change of tone makes your skin flush and a shiver run down your spine, right down to the aching want between your legs.

The Salesman lets go off your hand as you lean in to lick your flat tongue over a thick vein up to his cockhead. The soft groan escaping his plush lips only spurs you on just as much as the faint taste of his watery precum in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip as you jerk the rest of his length. Your free hand digs into his thigh, but as the sudden wish to see him naked too creeps into your mind, you start to push the fabric of his shirt up his toned stomach by default.

He groans and chuckles as he understands your request, and he swiftly arches his back as he pulls his shirt over his head. You suck in a breath and moan softly as you part your lips to fully suck on his cock.

“You’re doing so good –“

You try to keep eye contact with him, but your sudden gag reflex catches you off guard and you pull back quickly, scared to go too deep again.

“Easy, love, go easy”, he says and huffs as he caresses his knuckles over your cheek, brushing away the tear from the corner of your eye. You lick your lips and take him back into your mouth eagerly. The flexing of his abs distracts you enough to take him further down your throat, and you feel him straining himself not to thrust his hips upwards.

Your lips are slick with your saliva and his juices, and you can feel the mixture spill from the corners of your mouth and drip down your chin. You moan around his cock as you watch his muscular chest heave as he groans and pants.

“Fuck”, he cusses lowly when his head lolls back and somehow the word sounds all filthier coming from a man like him. The throbbing in your pussy only gets worse as you shift and clench your thighs together, and the restraint not to slip a hand between your wet folds starts to crumble.

“Don’t stop now, be a good girl for me and swallow”

His hand starts to stroke and tug on your hair as you keep up the steady rhythm you found though your jaw is starting to hurt and strain, but you breathe through the pain and feel his legs quiver under your touch.

He grunts and cusses under his breath, and suddenly you feel his cock throb and warmth spill inside your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut and breathe through your nose as you swallow his release slowly until nothing is left.

“Just like that, Y/N”, he purrs and shudders as you continue to suck on his sensitive length. “Come on, get up”

Your legs have fallen asleep and your knees hurt from crouching on the wooden floor, but the Salesman helps you stand after tugging his softened cock back into his pants. Your mind is in a haze and his eyes look just as glazed over by lust as he pulls you onto his lap. You don’t hesitate to straddle him, and it’s a strange feeling when you realize that you’ve succumbed to his deal, and given up your last ounce of pride.

His hands roam over your back and settle on your bottom before he gives your ass cheeks a rough squeeze. You whimper and squirm as the sensation adds to the yearning you feel between your legs.

“Congratulations, you’ve just managed to pay your share of rent for this month, love”, he purrs as he peers up at you.

“Uh, what?”

The Salesman shoots you a lopsided grin as he reaches for your phone and shows you the screen, lit up by a call from Ho-Sook.

“Answer it, but keep it short, I assume she has been calling you for a while”, he tells you while his hands keep caressing and exploring your body.

You take the call and suck in a breath when he flicks his tongue over your hardened nipple suddenly.

“Y/N? Y/N! Where are you?”, the piercing voice of Ho-Sook fills your ears just as his hand delves between your legs to cup your pussy.

“Y/N? Hello!”

“Talk to her”, he murmurs with his face between your breasts.

“Yes, uh, hey”, you croak while his elegant fingers drag through your slick folds, spreading your slickness around your swollen clit before stroking it gently. “Ah, fuck –“, you huff and he scolds you with a silent glare before teasing your tight entrance with two fingers.

“Y/N? Are you all right? Where are you?”, Ho-Sook inquires worriedly, and you want to apologize to her for being a shitty friend and an even shittier roommate, but when the Salesman starts to pump his fingers inside your pussy while kissing the valley between your breasts, and you can barely remember what she just said.

“Ask her if she got the payment” His warm breath ghosts over your skin before he sucks your other nipple through his teeth.

“Mhm, did – did you get my – my, uh, payment for the rent?”, you stutter and brace your free hand on his broad shoulder as you grind your hips into his touch.

“Yes! Oh my god, thank you! How did you get the money? I thought –“

“Tell her you’re with a friend, you’re busy, and you’ll call her again tomorrow”

You take a deep breath and try to keep your composure as he continues to fingerfuck you all while sucking lovebites on your skin. “Listen, Ho-Sook, ah –“

You dig your nails into his bare shoulder when he flicks his slick fingers over your clit repeatedly, but he only smirks at you with a cocksure expression.

“I’m with a friend and – mh – I’m kind of busy, there might be a new job opportunity for me and, uh, I – I’ll call you tomorrow. Bye!”

You toss the phone to the side after hanging up, and the Salesman wastes no time to grab you by the back of your neck and pull you in to crush your lips together in a fervent kiss.

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[hime98]

Lonely Escape in Seoul (Lee Dong Wook x Y/N)

Chapter 21 - Surprise

Lee Dong Wook's POV

The days blurred into each other like an endless reel of monotony. The hospital became my world—a cold, sterile place where time seemed to stand still. Y/N still wasn’t woke up. Each day that passed without her opening her eyes felt like another weight pressing on my chest, making it harder to breathe.

Her best friends, Taeyeon, Tiffanny and Sunny, decided not to inform her parents yet. “Let’s wait,” Sunny had said one evening, her voice shaky. “They’ll only panic, and right now, there’s nothing they can do.”

I silently agreed. Her parents didn’t need this weight—not until there was something to tell.

I stopped everything. Work, meetings, promotions—it all ceased to matter. My agency had been calling nonstop, asking for updates, asking when I’d return. Finally, I made the decision.

I announced an indefinite hiatus.

The backlash from my fans and the industry was immediate. Social media was flooded with questions and speculations. Was I sick? Burnt out? I ignored it all until my phone rang one evening, and I saw Gong Yoo hyung’s name flash on the screen.

I answered on the second ring.

“Dong Wook-ah,” Gong Yoo hyung’s voice was steady but filled with concern. “What’s going on? I saw the hiatus announcement. Are you okay?”

I hesitated, staring out the hospital window at the faint city lights in the distance. “I’m… dealing with something personal.”

“What kind of personal?” he pressed gently. “You’ve never put your career on hold like this before. You don’t have to tell me everything, but if you need someone to talk to—”

“It’s Y/N,” I interrupted, my voice breaking slightly. “She’s in the hospital.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. Finally, Gong Yoo hyung exhaled sharply. “I didn’t know it was this serious. Is she… okay?”

“She’s alive,” I said quietly. “But she hasn’t woken up yet.”

“Dong Wook…” His voice softened. “I know how much she means to you. I can hear it in your voice. Don’t push everyone away while you’re going through this, okay? Lean on us. On me.”

I closed my eyes, the weight of everything threatening to crush me. “I’ll be fine, hyung. I just… I need to focus on her right now. She’s all that matters.”

“You’re a good man, Dong Wook.” he said after a pause. “But don’t forget to take care of yourself too. She wouldn’t want you to fall apart for her.”

The call ended, but his words lingered in my mind.

I wasn’t content with just waiting. I wanted Suzy to pay for what she’d done—not just to me, but to Y/N. I asked my agency to release an official statement detailing her actions. I wanted the world to know the truth: how she had targeted me and my fiance or atleast girlfriend, nearly ruining both of our lives.

When I suggested publicly announcing my relationship with Y/N, however, the CEO shook his head. “I'll announce the accident so the public is aware of what Suzy did— but don't announce your relationship for now. Let things settle first,” he said. “The scandal is enough for now. Don’t create more noise.”

I agreed reluctantly. It wasn’t the time. Besides, I wanted Y/N’s permission first. I wanted to apologize to her and make sure she was okay with everything before the world knew about us.

Days passed, and the routine at the hospital remained the same. Dong Wook and Y/N’s best friends took turns watching over her. They rarely left her side, their lives revolving around her recovery.

Third Person POV

One morning, Dong Wook went home to shower and change, leaving Y/N in Taeyeon, Tiffany and Sunny's care. He didn’t want to be gone long— just enough time to refresh himself.

In the quiet hospital room, Taeyeon and Sunny sat by Y/N’s bed, scrolling through their phone, while Tiffany flipped through a magazine. It was the same as every other day—until it wasn’t.

Sunny froze. “Did you see that?”

Taeyeon looked up. “See what?”

“Her hand,” Sunny whispered, her voice trembling. “Her fingers just moved.”

Tiffany shot out of her chair, eyes wide. “Are you sure?”

Before Sunny could answer, they both saw it—Y/N whimpering ever so slightly.

“She’s waking up!” Tiffany cried, her voice breaking with emotion.

Sunny ran out to get the doctor while Taeyeon grabbed her phone, frantically calling Dong Wook. When he answered, she could barely speak through her tears. “Oppa, Come back to the hospital now! She’s waking up!”

Dong Wook had just stepped out of the shower when he got the call. He didn’t even bother drying off properly. Throwing on the nearest clothes he could find, he rushed out of the house, his heart pounding in his chest.

At the hospital, Y/N’s eyes fluttered open slowly. They all hovered over her after the doctor finished the quick vital check up, tears streaming down their faces.

“Y/N!” Tiffany cried, grabbing her hand. “You’re awake!”

Y/N blinked groggily, her voice barely a whisper. “What… what’s going on? Why am I in the hospital?”

Her best friends exchanged a glance, unsure how to answer.

“How are you three here?” Y/N asked, her brows furrowing in confusion. “You couldn’t come to Korea, right? Is this some kind of surprise? But… why am I in the hospital?”

The room went silent. The three girl's eyebrows all furrowed

The doctor stepped in, checking her vitals before asking gently, “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Y/N thought for a moment, her brows knitting together. “I remember… getting out of a taxi. I was at outside flat. Oh my god, Did I pass out?”

Before anyone could respond, the door burst open. Dong Wook rushed in, his face pale and his eyes rimmed with red. His gaze locked onto Y/N immediately, relief flooding his features.

Y/N stared at him for a while, her eyes widening in disbelief. “What the heck— Lee Dong Wook?!”

Her voice rose in excitement, a big smile breaking across her face. “Wha-what are you doing here? Fan service? Is this a part of your surprise to me?” She looked at her friends

Dong Wook froze, his breath catching in his throat. He looked at Taeyeon, Tiffany and Sunny, confusion and panic etched into his face.

The doctor cleared his throat, drawing Dong Wook’s attention. “Let’s talk outside.”

Dong Wook hesitated, his eyes lingering on Y/N, who was still smiling brightly at him. Finally, he nodded, following the doctor out of the room, his heart heavy with dread.

(To be continued)

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[badfreakingair]

Talk of the town

Pairing: GONG YOO x BLACK READER

Prologue

Dispatch has revealed that Korean actor Gong Yoo has been in a relationship with writer y/n for about a year and that the two are engaged. He's a man known for breathing life into all his characters and keeping his personal life private. The news came as a shock to his fanbase not because he's engaged but because said woman was a black woman. Adding salt to injury the woman was significantly younger than him. K-netizens reactions ranged from absolute disbelief to calling said revelation a farce or publicity stunt for some American project he's probably participating in.

  He's agency's silence on the matter only deepened the curiosity of the public. A relationship reveal that was expected to capture the interests of the public for a few days lasted a month. The pair had become the talk of the town. With one discourse after another.

SCENARIO ONE: REACTION TO DISPATCH REVEAL

To say that you were shocked was an understatement. You had done everything right. Private dates in restaurants owned by one of your friends, dinner dates indoors, car dates, picnics in the backyard, you name it. You had done everything in your power to date in private and keep your relationship a secret. You knew the reveal wouldn't affect you much because your fanbase wasn't in a parasocial relationship with you. This fact however did very little to tame the ache in your chest. You were worried about Ji Chul. Your train of thought was interrupted by your phone vibrating in your hand.

  "Hello?"

"Are you okay?" he asked with a soft and worry some voice.

"I'm fine but I'm more worried about you".

He was silent. 

"You don't have to say anything. We'll talk when you get home" you reassured him. "mhm" he reluctantly responds.

  The call ends and you descend into an hour long inner monologue on whether or not you should log onto your social media. The arguing points being that you still didn't know the extent of the criticism but maybe that was for the best. To distract yourself you headed for the kitchen to prepare tonight's dinner even though it was before noon. You cleaned already cleaned areas in a desperate attempt to keep your mind busy. You put up a good battle but the war was lost. You eventually succumbed to the desire to know the reaction of the public. Upon logging onto your social media, your notifications lit up like Chinese fireworks. This wasn't your focus. You wanted to know how his fans felt about the revelation.

  ONLINE COMMENTS **Tell me its a joke. Is this for publicity** **Why a black woman? I'm shocked. This can't be true ** **Is he desperate?** **I won't believe it until he says so himself**

Your heart broke a little. This is why he was worried. Well at least no one is throwing the word traitor or demanding an apology. You logged off and vowed not to login again until the storm had cleared. To seal the treaty you turned off your phone. You passed the time by preoccupying yourself with work. The hours flew by as you were anticipating your fiancé’s return. To your surprise he arrived home earlier than expected. You got up from the couch to meet him at the door. Before you could even say a word, he grabbed you and pulled you into an embrace.

  "I missed you too" you said as his upper body gently enwrapped your torso. He pulled back from the embrace, took your hand and led you to the living room and sat you down beside him. With both hands comforting yours and your eyes facing his, he asked. "Are you okay?" "Are you?" "You're all that matters to me right now. I just want to make sure you're okay". "I told you I'm fine" He pulls you in closer. "I'm really sorry about today. I hope this won't make you not want to live in Korea with me". "I don't scare that easily" He smiles. "I love you. I want to be with you. Be a good husband, a good father and nothing will change that. I love you for who you are and who you are not" "I know" you said leaning in to place your hands on the back of his neck. "Nothing is coming between us"

part two is here 

How the two of you met

[whorror-barbie]

Salesman x Fem! reader masterlist

Note: I only write for fictional characters and not the actors themselves, so please keep that in mind. All of these fics are 18+.

Smut = 🙈

Slow burn = 🔥

One wrong move 🙈

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Shady deals and cheap thrills 🙈

Part 1

Part 2

Horrible boss 🔥

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

service🙈

Part 1

Corruption 🙈

A night of fun

Part 1

Part 1

Like a slut thief in the night 🙈

Han Yun-Jae x Fem! reader masterlist

Disgusted 🙈

Sexercising

Part 1

Part 2

Spice it up a bit 🙈

Part 1

Yeah, that's it for now, I'll be updating it when I can ☺��