#in ho x player

[frost-queen]

🅵🆁🅸🅴🅽🅳 🅾🆁 🅵🅾🅴 // part 7 (Reader x Young-il / player 001)

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Summary: With a fight at hand, you do not need to go through it alone. When the chaos settles in the main room, a mission starts. Unsure who would come back... alive... [series]

A sudden hand over your mouth, made your eyes widen. Reacting with muffled sounds against the hand. A face becoming clear in the dark. Young-il as he brought his finger to his lips. Telling you to be quiet.

His hand motioned for you to slowly get up. Pushing your elbows deep into the matrass, you set yourself up. Young-il’s hand still over your mouth. Deafening any breaths coming from you. He moved a bit out of the way so you could sway your legs over the edge. As you did, he looked over his shoulder.

Focusing for a moment on something behind him. You tried squinting your eyes. Trying to make something out in the darkness. Young-il turned back to look at you. Bringing his finger to his lips once more. Making it clear to you. You nodded watching him slowly remove his hand from over your mouth.

You let yourself slide out of the bed, coming to stand on the in between platforms. Feeling a warmth against your hand, you looked down. Young-il’s hand sliding in, taking a hold of it. He gestured for you to lower yourself.

Ducking down, you felt the tug on your hand. A tug that he was guiding you downwards. As silently as possible. It was dark. Too dark to make out anything remotely convenient. Yet that didn’t took away the sounds. Hearing subtle movements of people leaving their beds.

Gi-hun had warned you all of a war. You hoped it wouldn’t be true. Yet here you were going into hiding to not die an unfortunate death. Young-il went down first, holding his arms out to you. Grabbing the bar above your head, you came sitting down. Legs over the edge.

Stretching them out to find sturdy ground before you fully would let go. Your feet tapping in air to find ground. Two arms went around your waist, lifting you a bit up. You let go of the bar above you. Being silently lowered. Your feet touching vast ground once more.

Young-il’s face becoming a bit clear in your vision. Feeling yourself get shy at how close his face actually was with his. His hands still clear on your hips. His hands slid off, taking your hand once more. Ducking down, you manoeuvred the lowest parts with him.  

Making out some faint figures underneath the lowest beds while you walked past. Young-il pushed you forwards by your hand. Making you stand in front of him. Grabbing you by both your shoulders as he pushed down on it. You sunk through your knees, automatically.

He kept pushing you down. Holding a hand on top of your head as you crawled into your hiding place. His hand bumping against the underside of the bed briefly. Rather his hand then your head. You came laying down under the bed with a shuddering breath. Eyes widening when another figure came joining you.

Young-il lowering himself. Pushing you aside to create more room underneath the bed for him. With wide eyes you scooted over, allowing him to join you. You hadn’t thought he would came joining you. You rather thought he would find a new hiding place. Young-il’s shoulder was touching yours as it made your breathing shiver.

Young-il turned to look at you, quirking his eyebrow up at you. Letting you know to lower your breathing. Nervously you covered up your mouth. Trying to steady your breathing against your hand. Trying to not make it as loud as it was. Heart pounding loudly in your chest.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when an arm came sliding over your back. Nearly bumping your head against the bed. Feeling the weight of it on your back. Making you look to the side, feeling a slight poke in your side. Young-il’s hand pressed against your side.

You heard him inhale deep, fist pressed deep into your side. A deafened yelp escaped your mouth as he shoved you closer to him. Locking his arm firm around you. Sudden close footsteps made you stare straight forwards. Seeing white sneakers reflect into the darkness. It was true. Chaos was about to erupt. O voters were about to attack X voters.

You tried very hard not to think if you had never came to known Gi-hun. You might have been one of them. Sleeping unaware before they would meet their fate. The footsteps hastened, becoming loud. You had to supress a squeal when their groans announced their arrival. The first screams joining in seconds later. Loud shouting echoing through the room. Shouting of pure hatred. Resentments.

You whimpered against your hand, hearing the stab sounds. Stab after stab getting punctured into flesh. Blood splattering out. Your gaze went a bit to the side, seeing Gi-hun under the bed. His expression stern. Trying not to react or help out. You knew it must feel like torture for him. Knowing he couldn’t save everyone.

A loud thud made you jump out of your skin. Eyes staring widely back at the person’s leg. A pool of blood slowly drooling underneath them. Their face was not in your sight as they laid with their legs towards you. One straight, the other crooked in a hook.

Making yourself as silent as possible, you lowered your head, looking down at the ground. Eyes shut firmly. The screams and shouts becoming more violent as you couldn’t handle it. Body shuddering with fear at the massacre above you. Two steady hands found a way to your ears, gently pressing on them. Young-il. He was covering up your ears to deafen out the screams.

He seemed unfazed by it all. Somewhere you were glad he had come joining you. Unsure if you could’ve remained so silent without him by your side. Turning your head, you came leaning against him. Needing to touch him for comfort. To know he could calm you.

Young-il’s body moved a bit, scooting closer to you. Trying to focus on your own heartbeat, you wanted to ignore the violence around you. People getting slaughtered all for money. Once they figured the money kept counting when people died outside of the games, it was a turning point. For once, you wanted the pink suits to come.

For once you were anticipating their arrival. Almost beggingly for them to come and end this. The worst of mankind getting out. All humanity lost. The lights flashed on as it made you open your eyes. That was the signal. Young-il removed his hands from over your ears. He watched several people make their way back to their side.

Knowing the pink suits would come in to settle the fight. To come and collect the dead. You also knew it was time for your friends to get in action. Young-il already started to move closer to the  edge. – “Young-il.” – you whispered out when he had crawled out, kneeling down to stay out of sight.

His gaze came locking with yours. – “Stay!” – he shout-whispered with a warning. You swallowed nervously with a nod. Watching him take off, leaving you alone underneath the bed. You saw several of your friends come lay down between the dead. The doors opening a few moments later. Pink suits with heavy machinery entering.

Circles and triangles. They reached the first dead, scanning their neck for their numbers. Sucking in a breath, you were too afraid to watch them get nearer to your friends. Their hands with the scanning device getting closer to their necks till. It happened in a flash.

They lifted their heads up, grabbing the pink suit’s hands as the other one beside them grabbed their guns. Claiming them as their own. Shots fired as pink suits dropped death. This time you were unable to withhold a soft squeal. The pink suits in front drew their weapons. Firing at them. Your friends firing back.

The doors locked as some pink suits retreated. Not letting the players find a way out. The remaining pink suits got killed in cold blood, expect for one. The chaos dying out, yet you felt frozen. Muscles contracted, unable to get in motion. – “Y/n.” – a voice spoke, making you gasp with a shuddering breath.

Jun-hee was kneeling beside your bed, holding a hand out to you. Letting you know the danger had past. Sniffing loud, you wiped some tears away. Crawling from underneath the bed. Taking her hand firm, you couldn’t help but look down at the dead. – “Don’t look at that Y/n!” – Gi-hun’s voice came through, making you look up.

Gi-hun moved to the centre of the room. – “I need more players that can handle a gun and are ready to fight!” – he shouted. Young-il was checking his gun as you let go of Jun-hee’s hand, running up to him.

You knew he was going to join. Knowing he couldn’t sit back and wait. – “Young-il!” – you called out, making him turn to you. Move the strap over his shoulder and push the gun to his back. – “I…” – you began at a sudden loss of words.

Not even sure what you were going to say. Staring pleadingly back at him. Brows slightly furrowed with a saddened smile. Young-il guided his hand to your cheek. – “I know.” – he responded, understanding the meaning of your look. Seeing the fear and worries in your eyes.

“Come back to me alive.” – you let out, giving him a soft punch against his chest. Letting him know you meant it. Young-il received the impact, rubbing his chest for a moment.  – “You… you better do so!” – you made clear, lip quivering at the thought.

Young-il’s hands cupped your cheek, lowering your head a bit. Remaining silent. You closed your eyes, trying hard not to cry when you felt his warm lips against your forehead. Moving your head back up, you gave him a saddened smile. He smiled back at you. Warmly. His thumb touching your chin in a loving way.

A last gesture before he came joining the others. Aligning up at the front. Taking a few steps back. Falling in line with Jun-hee. She took your hand, squeezing it tight. Hyun-ju gave you a comforting nod. You smiled back at her, feeling very confident with her around. Just a small group they were. Most of them existing off your friends.

Hyun-ju, Gi-hun, Dae-ho, Jung-bae and Young-il. Leading the mission to go and confront the maker of the games. Dae-ho gave you a comforting nod before following the others outside. Gi-hun shoving the remaining pink suit forwards. For now you had to do was wait.

You returned to the beds with Jun-hee. Geum-ja and her son siting with you. Geum-ja was trying to take everyone’s mind of it. Trying very hard not to think about what they were doing out there. You couldn’t listen to her. A feeling in your stomach, nauseating as you couldn’t stop looking away from the door.

Jun-hee placed her hand on your knee to get your attention. – “Y/n.” – you slowly turned your head at the sound of your name. Jun-hee giving you a comforting smile. –“They will be alright.” – she reassured you. – “What if… what if they are not…” – you responded. Feeling like you were slowly your mind over it. She locked her arm through yours, letting her head lay on your shoulder.

“They will.” – she whispered, locking eyes with a boy you hadn’t noticed before. Turning your head, you began to stare at the spot where Young-il mostly sat. Seeing fragments of memories before your eyes. The stares, his hand on your knee. The comforting words. How you would fight with him over gimbap. All making you curl up a smile.

Sensing your heart was beating faster at just the thought. Nearly making you want to squeal and kick your feet out of excitement. Sensing that something had nestled deep within your heart that had his name on it. Young-il. The man that saved you from an irritating Thanos and Nam-Gyu that couldn’t stop bothering you. Now he surely had to survive. For you.

A sudden sound made you turn your head. Seeing a frantic Dae-ho rush inside. It made you get up, letting go of Jun-hee’s hand. Dae-ho was looking frantically around. Exhaling loud as he dived to one of the pink suits. Searching every pocket possible. You came running down to meet him.

“Dae-ho!” – you called out. He wouldn’t hear you, searching with trembling hands. – “Dae-ho!” – you repeated grabbing him by his cheeks, turning his head to you. The moment his eyes locked with yours, he seemed to calm down a bit. Panting loud as you noticed the sweat on his forehead. – “What is it… what do you need?” – you asked taking the hint he needed something.

Dae-ho sniffed loud, wiping some sweat away. – “Munition… I need more munition.” – he outed with a tremble. You nodded, looking back at the others. They understood with one nod. Getting up in search for ammo.

You lowered your hands, searching the pink suit’s pockets with calmness. Taking out the ammo and handing it over to Dae-ho. He nodded reassuringly. You got up, going over to the next dead one for ammo. Collecting them all on Dae-ho’s jacket. He picked it up, holding it close to his chest. Running back up to the door.

Standing there, hesitating. With the door open, you could hear some faint screams and shouts from up here. Dae-ho visibly shaking on his knees. Shuddering out breaths. Then he came running back. Back to you. – “Dae-ho!” – you called out as he ran past you. Straight to the beds to go in hiding.

Sharing a brief glance with Jun-hee, you went after him. – “Dae-ho!” – you said coming to join his side. He was cramped up against the wall, sobbing loudly. – “Dae-ho.” – you moved a hand on his knee, trying to understand what was happening.

“I….I’m sorry Y/n…” – Dae-ho cried out. – “I…I…I can’t…” – he breathed out, looking in shame away from you. You shushed him, wrapping your arm around him. Dae-ho shuddering in your embrace, letting his head rest against your shoulder. – “It’s alright…” – you responded, locking eyes with Geum-ja.

Seeing how she had much worry in her eyes. If he was staying here, they wouldn’t get the extra ammo they clearly needed. You knew that. Clearly Dae-ho was suffering from a normal human reaction. Fright. He was frightened and you couldn’t blame him.

He wrapped his arms around you, crying loudly into your embrace. – “I’m sorry…. I’m sorry…” – he kept repeating with guilt. You shushed him stroking his back in a comforting way.

Geum-ja got up, seeing Hyun-ju had entered the room, panting loud. She moved closer to the centre. Hyun-ju running up to her. – “Where is he?!” – she shouted loud in a hurry. Geum-ja pointed behind her. Hyun-ju ran up the stairs, finding Dae-ho sobbing in your arms.

“Unnie!” – you called out in surprise. Hyun-ju knelt down, taking Dae-ho by his jacket. – “Where is the ammo!” – she wanted to know. Dae-ho lowered his jacket to reveal the ammo with a quivering lip. Hyun-ju took the jacket from him, ready to run back when Geum-ja grabbed her by the shoulder.

“No… please… stop…” – she called out hearing the pink suits marching. They were approaching. Getting closer to the doors. Hyun-ju exhaled loud, staring back at Geum-ja. The doors opened as several pink suits walked out. She hid the guns, remaining at your side.

All of you got up, curious and wary of what they might do. Would they kill everyone alive in the room? No perhaps not for if they did the games were over. You moved closer down the platforms, Hyun-ju holding you by back by her hand.

The pink suits remained stationed. Still. The room filled with a tensed silence. No one dared to speak or utter a breath. Afraid of the consequences. They remained. Watching. Observing. Hesitating. Till after what felt like an eternity, they moved. Parting. Making way for someone to pass.

Two pinks suits came walking through, holding a person by his arms. Gi-hun. He was in distress. Squirming and crying against their grip. They were dragging him closer to the centre. A stress crept up your chest. Making your palms sweaty and knees buckling. A nauseating feeling overwhelming you. Why was he alone.

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[decemberwinter]

“why do you ship them? I thought the ship wasn’t canon?” bro we’re talking about fictional characters, who don’t actually exist in real life, from a media that focuses solely on fictional events that are not real either. so what if these two made-up characters didn’t kiss in their source material? they have lots of nasty gay sex on archive of our own and thousands of novel length slow burn enemies to lovers fics written about them. the fanon content at this point far exceeds the whole canonical franchise. the problem isn’t “it’s not canon” the problem is that you don’t allow yourself to let go of canon and enjoy the wonder of fan contents that are just as good / valid

[anotherlikeyou]

Therapy is expensive, toxic old men yaoi is free

[paracozmistari]

Born to

Forced to

[saymio]

In Ho headcanons | (NSFW)

Pairing: Hwang In-ho (player 001/the front man) x Fem!reader

Genre: headcanons, smut

Warning: dead dove do not eat, manipulation, dub/noncon, age gap, might be more but im too lazy to write it down

A/N: not proof read. thanos story in the works rn!! I have writers block so to help a little I'm making some hcs 4 this baddie (prob ooc)

hwang inho, the man that protected you from Thanos and his stupid friend during the first day of the games. he shoo'ed them away. stopping their harassment and took you with him with the rest of the group

hwang inho, the man that gives you his milk. reassuring you every time that its okay for you to have it, and it'll help you get stronger.

hwang inho, the man that checks up on you throughout the night. standing over you to make sure you're getting your nights rests. making sure no creeps try touching your delicate skin.

hwang inho, the man that lets touches linger a little longer than they should, whether its on your hands, thighs, waist..his touches feel more than platonic

hwang inho, the man that tells the guards to make sure you stay safe, to kill a player that hasn't broken the rules if they had to. anything to make sure you stay safe.

hwang inho, the man that would excuse himself to the bathroom just to touch himself to the thought of you. whether its your calm voice or plush hands that feel so soft and delicate...he just couldn't help it.

hwang inho, the man that squeezes your thighs when no ones looking...and when you express discomfort he used his past generosity as an excuse for it.

hwang inho, the man that will kiss you in the middle of the night with no warning. telling you to be quiet and take the kiss because if it were any other man it would've been worse.

hwang inho, the man that will find the perfect timing to sneak away from everyone else with you. he'll make you strip for him in the bathroom. savoring every inch of your body before he sends you away, leaving him in there alone to masturbate.

hwang inho, the man that wont let you sleep. he'll grope and squeeze your thighs, tits and ass. feeling you up while you hold in tears.

hwang inho, the man that reminds you this is your fault when you cry to him during a bathroom strip session. expressing how uncomfortable this makes you and how you don't want it anymore.

hwang inho, the man that will tell you nothing in the world is free. and your body will be the payment he receives for being so generous with you.

hwang inho, the man that gets hard thinking about your age gap. how youre only 19 and he's in his 40's..he loves it.

hwang inho, the man that slips his fingers inside of you when the lights are off, fingering you aggressively. reminding you once again that it'd be so much worse if he wasn't such a nice man.

hwang inho, the man that captures you during the raid against the guards. forcing you to stare into the eyes of your past friends as he kills them.

hwang inho, the man that keeps you as his pet after the games end. reminding you you're lucky because he spoils you with money.

hwang inho, the man that doesn't let you socialize with anyone after he's gotten his grip on you.

Another not: this one is pretty short compared to my last fic, this was to just try n get me out of writers block. expect a Thanos fic to pop up tmr. sorry if this sucked/was ooc, I tried my best T T~~

[mobiusmybeloved]

everyone watching the season finale:

[greengoblinswifey]

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

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

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

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

Part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked, startled. “Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tempobaekh]

i need this man in ways that is concerning to feminism SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE FOR HIM IM WAITING PATIENTLY😭😭

[miihho]

Can you please write type of guy headcanons for dae ho and gi hun 🥺? Thank you ❤️

THE KIND OF GUY

(squid game edition boys) nsfw

Dae ho / Player 388

— DAE HO IS THE KIND OF GUY who radiates warmth and loyalty, like a golden retriever. When Dae ho saw you effortlessly take down the two bullies harassing someone else, his eyes gleamed with admiration, captivated by your strength and resolve. As the crowd erupted in applause, he couldn’t help but feel an even deeper respect for you. In that moment, you earned not only their admiration but his as well. (His crush on you was developing gradually.)

—He's the kind of guy who blushes whenever you're near, his nerves getting the best of him as he stammers while talking to you, laughing awkwardly. It's all because you're so sweet to him—and to everyone else, too! He can't help but adore that about you.

—He’s the kind of guy who genuinely wants to get to know you better, not just the surface-level details, but the little things that make you who you are. He asks questions with true curiosity, listens intently, and cherishes every story you share. To him, understanding you isn’t just about filling in gaps—it’s about building a connection that goes beyond the ordinary.

—He’s the kind of guy who secretly gives you his food. One day, after returning from your bed, you noticed some milk on it. Curiosity piqued, you wondered who could have left it there, but hey, free milk, right? So you drank it. If he saw you enjoying it, he'd be totally happy inside, his heart warming at the thought of you drinking it. But if you didn’t, and instead gave it to someone else, he'd feel a little sad, pouting as he quietly watched from afar.

— He’s the type of guy who daydreams about you even in his sleep, a soft smile playing on his lips as he imagines taking you out on a date, giving you flowers, and writing you heartfelt letters. He’s kind and sweet, but also shy around you.

— He’s the type of guy who supports you wholeheartedly, cheering you on through every victory. He wishes and prays that you’ll make it through the next game, and when you do, his heart swells with happiness. He desperately wants to run up to you, hug you tightly, and lift you off the ground, spinning you in the air while admiring you. But his nerves hold him back. Instead, he smiles shyly from a distance, watching as others celebrate your success, his joy quietly battling with his anxiety as he longs to be the one to congratulate you.

—He’s the kind of guy who admires you from afar, his heart skipping a beat every time you smile. When you're talking with your teammates, he can't help but stare at you lovingly, a soft smile creeping onto his face. But when Jung Bae notices his smile and asks about it, he panics, nervously brushing it off as nothing. If Jung Bae catches on to who he's looking at, he’d tease him, leaving him blushing and flustered, unable to hide his feelings.

— He’s also the kind of guy who would protect you no matter the cost. One night, when it was time to sleep, he stayed watch over you, ensuring your safety. In the process, he nearly put himself in danger, but managed to take care of the threat. Just as he thought it was over, he noticed someone about to ambush you from behind. Without hesitation, he shouted your name.

“Y/n!” he called out, grabbing your attention. As you turned to face him, he ran toward you, tackling you to the ground just in time to shield you from a knife aimed at your back. He placed a protective hand on your head, his heart pounding in his chest.

After dealing with the person who tried to harm you, he was consumed with worry, his concern for you evident in every glance. His hands trembled as he checked for any injuries, his eyes scanning your body for bruises. When he finally saw you were okay, relief washed over him, and he couldn’t help but smile, saying softly, “I’m glad you’re alright, Y/n.”

— He’s the kind of guy who, when you're speaking to him, finds it hard to hear anything at all. You're simply glowing, and he's so completely lost in admiration for you, smiling without even realizing it. When a strand of your hair falls across your face, he can't help but gently tuck it behind your ear. The moment you look up at him, his heart skips a beat, and he suddenly becomes acutely aware of what he’s done. Flustered, he starts to stutter out a flurry of excuses, his nervousness betraying him. But all you do is laugh softly, calling him "cute." That single, simple word sends his heart into a frantic race, leaving him breathless and unable to shake the warmth spreading through him.

—He’s the kind of guy who would go to any length to protect you, even if it means hurting the people who’ve hurt you. He’ll keep going until his fists bleed, unable to stop because his care for you runs so deep. He doesn’t want to see you in pain, and his love for you pushes him to act without thinking of the consequences. Even when you beg him to stop, he’s torn, unable to hold back the intensity of his emotions. But deep down, you know that right? That he just cares for you more than anything.

—He’s the kind of guy who’ll do whatever it takes to cheer you up when you’re feeling down. When you're crying, he'll be right there, comforting you with soft, reassuring words like, "I’ll be here for you," and "It’s okay, everything’s going to be alright." He’ll pull you into his arms, wrapping you in a warm embrace, rubbing your back gently as he holds you close, offering a quiet strength that makes you feel safe. His presence is enough to ease the weight on your heart, as he promises to always be there for you, no matter what.

—He’s the kind of guy who, when in love, will sneakily try to get closer to you, even if it means "accidentally" bumping into people in the crowd. Just being near you makes him happy, and the slightest touch from you sends a thrill through him. If your eyes meet by accident, he’ll hold your gaze for a second, but then quickly look away, his face turning bright red with embarrassment. When he tries to glance at you again and you catch him, his heart races uncontrollably. He’s sure he even heard you chuckle, and in that moment, he can’t handle it anymore—embarrassed and flustered, he tries to hide in the shadows, wishing he could escape how you make him feel. (You have no idea how much you’re making him nervous.)

—He’s the kind of guy who would shower your face with kisses, making you giggle and laugh, completely captivated by the joy he brings. He’s also the type who’s hopeless at flirting, but he still gives it a shot, despite knowing he’s not great at it. When he catches you staring into his eyes, his confidence crumbles, and he can’t find his words, stammering as his mind goes blank. And when you laugh, a soft, teasing chuckle, it only makes him more flustered, his heart racing as he awkwardly tries to recover, unable to stop the warmth spreading across his face. (ARGEUWHRAHHH)

— When he's in a relationship with you, he's the kind of guy who'll ask for a good luck kiss before every game you play together.

—He’s the kind of guy you’ll wake up to, his comforting voice gently pulling you from your sleep. “Good morning, baby,” he’ll say, his smile already softening his features. “Morning, sunshine,” or “Good morning, sweetheart, did you sleep well?” he’ll ask, his voice warm and full of affection as he watches you slowly wake up.

—He’s the kind of guy who would tenderly kiss the places you’re most insecure about, as if to remind you of how beautiful you truly are. He’s the one who won’t stop kissing you, pulling you back every time you try to pull away, as if he can’t let go of the warmth you bring.

—He’s also the kind of guy who craves you in the purest, most innocent ways. He craves the chance to say goodnight and press a soft kiss to your forehead, to tell you how much he adores you, especially when you feel at your lowest. He doesn’t need anything more or less—just being near you, sharing quiet moments together, is all he could ever want.

—He’s the kind of guy who kisses you slowly, with so much passion that it feels like time itself has paused. To him, every moment matters, and he wants to make it last—pressing his lips softly against yours, savoring the closeness. His eyes remain closed, his hands resting firmly on your waist as he pulls you closer, as if he can’t bear to let go. When he finally pulls away, his gaze locks with yours, filled with love so deep it leaves you breathless. And just when you think it’s over, he leans in to kiss you again.

—He’s the kind of guy who would stay outside your house all night the moment you mentioned your parents weren’t home. You said it in a teasing, seductive tone, hoping he’d catch the hint—but instead, his protective instincts took over completely. Without a second thought, he made it his mission to ensure your safety. The cool breeze and late hours didn’t faze him; his only focus was making sure nothing could harm you.

—He’s the kind of guy who values your comfort above all else, always asking for your consent to ensure you’re at ease. When you overstimulate him, soft whines and gasps escape his lips, his breathing uneven as he tries to handle the intensity. He’s incredibly careful, his fear of hurting you evident in the way he constantly checks in, asking if you’re okay. If you show even the slightest discomfort, he immediately stops, gently comforting you with soothing words and touches. Only when you’re ready does he proceed, moving slowly and tenderly.

—He’s the kind of guy who would be endlessly obedient for you, hanging on your every word just to make you happy. When you call him a “good boy,” his cheeks flush a soft pink, and he can’t help but feel a swell of pride, as if earning your praise is the greatest accomplishment. The way he gets all shy and bashful in response only makes the moment sweeter.

—He’s also the kind of guy who whispers a breathless “please” when you tease him, his voice trembling with both desperation and longing. When you refuse to let him cum, he’ll keep pleading, his tone growing needier, begging you to finally let him release cum since you've been edging him for hours straight.

—He’s the kind of guy who moans a lot and would be needy for you. Like he's breathy and full of unrestrained moans as pleasure overwhelms him. His voice, low and husky, spills out between gasps as he murmurs how good you feel. For example.

In the cramped confines of a public bathroom stall, he tries desperately to not make a sound. His trembling hand rests on your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He was desperately trying to keep quiet, not wanting anyone outside the stall to discover what you were doing. But you decided to tease him, to push him just a little further. Holding his gaze, you slowly ran your tongue over the tip of his cock, maintaining eye contact that had him on the verge of losing all composure.

“Baby, please...” he begged, his tone barely audible but dripping with raw desperation. His hips bucked slightly, seeking more friction, his body betraying how badly he needed release.

You smirked, letting your lips hover over his slick, aching member, your warm breath teasing his already overstimulated skin. “Hm? What’s that?” you teased, maintaining a deliberate slowness. “You’ll have to speak up.”

His head fell back, and a quiet whine escaped him, “I can’t—please, I need it so bad baby, please let me cum... Want you. I want you so bad.” he whimpered, the faint sound of his soft, needy whines filled the stall, his breathing uneven and ragged as he clung to what little composure he had left. His head tilted back against the wall, his lips parted, and his cheeks flushed as he whimpered softly.

His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, his flushed face and sweat-dampened skin making him look utterly undone. The way he squirmed and whimpered under your control had you tempted to keep teasing him, but his broken whispers and the raw adoration in his eyes made you relent.

"hng...—oh fuck," he gasped, his breath uneven as you gave in at last. "Your mouth feels so good baby, so damn perfect, fuck keep going just like that baby." His praise spilled out uncontrollably, barely coherent as you pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

—Hes also the kind of guy who cries during sex. (Something about men crying is just hgnngjdhe)

“Baby, please stop..” he whimpered, his voice trembling with the weight of his plea. “It’s too much… please, it’s too much.” His hands weakly gripped your waist, trying to stop you, but his body trembled with each movement, and yet there was no escape from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Aww, sweetie,” you cooed, not slowing down. “Just one more round, mkay? I know You can handle it for me."

“N-no, please… it’s too much… I don’t think I can…take it,” he said, his tear-filled eyes locking with yours, his flushed face streaked with the weight of his emotions. The sight of him so vulnerable made your heart ache, and without hesitation, you gently wiped away the tears rolling down his cheeks with the pad of your thumb.

“Aww, don’t cry my love,” you whispered softly, your voice tender as you leaned in, brushing your lips against his forehead. “You’re my good boy, right? You’re doing so well for me. Just a little more, baby.”

“Fine… just one more.” he said, his voice soft and shaky. The way he melted under your touch, still willing to give more despite how overwhelmed he felt. (You made him cum multiple times 🫶🏻)

I decided to do dae ho first cuz he cute(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) HAPPY NEW YEAR

[bebx]

this photo is insane to me because it looks exactly like Gi-hun eventually joining In-ho’s side and both of them becoming Front Men who run the game together. the power this photo radiates is insane.

[cosmictheo]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | kang dae-ho

—summary: a sudden closeness of you and player 333 makes dae-ho's usually sweet mood swing in the opposite way, triggered by pure jealousy. why would you ever need anyone else when you've got him right there? —pairing: kang dae-ho/player 388 x female!reader —word count: 4.5k —contains: +18, smut !!! (minors dni), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, descriptions of the reader having female genitalia, some porn with some plot, really passionate sex, voyeurism, public sex, sub dae-ho!!! (canon), slight praise kink if you squint, he talks to you through it, jealous and possessive behavior, fluff, dae-ho being so in love with the reader.

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

Kang Dae-ho had been protecting you ever since he had helped you survive Green Light, Red Light, the first game of all this hell in disguise as a promising new opportunity.

Not knowing you from absolutely nothing, he stepped right in front of you, stretching a hand out to the back to hold yours and guide you across the arena, playing human shield until together, you had crossed the finish line. 

And that basically summed up the kind of person Dae-ho is; kind-hearted, courageous, selfless, caring. He was one of the best people you had ever met and he was making this whole calvary into something much better, something brighter, something to keep fighting for until you made it out of there.

Since that, he had stuck by your side, practically standing as your own shadow, constantly putting you first, looking out for your well-being and safety. Without him, you would probably be dead by now, devoid of purpose.

The other players had already gotten used to seeing the two of you together, always watching each other's backs and fooling around and strategizing. Through thick and thin, you were together.

It was only a matter of time —hours—; before something else began to spark between the two of you, growing every time your hands brushed, or when he wrapped an arm around your shoulders or when your bodies cocooned in each other's warmth at night when you slept. A tension was just starting to build, an emotion that for some reason, would always make Dae-ho nervous and flustered, whenever you'd smile at him or clasp his bicep to be by his side every time Gi-hun related a story from his past experience at the games, or when you'd lean your head on his shoulder or when you'd hug each other every time a game ended.

Whatever it was, out of the same feeling, Dae-ho sensed a heaviness in the pit of his stomach, feeling as if his guts were constricting like a viper, every time you chatted with the 333 player.

He looks at you from the distance, frowning slightly as you laugh at something the guy says, he doesn't even know why he dislikes him so much... he just does.

“Why are you all puckered up?” Jung-bae questions him, pausing his own story to express concern for his teammate's face, following his gaze until he finds you, naturally.

Dae-ho clicks his tongue, shaking his head gently, his tone of voice fluctuating between disbelief and annoyance, "Why is she even over there? It's dangerous"

“Dangerous? Buddy, she's just talking to him. He saved her in the last game, remember?” Jung-bae answers him, confused by the uncharacteristic grumpy attitude of the younger man, used to the sight of him being so cheerful and jovial and optimistic.

“If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be here,” Young-il adds, also glancing at how you whisper with player 333, “She's just being polite.”

But Dae-ho huffs humorlessly, forcing his eyes to drag from you to Jung-bae standing in front of him, his fingers still grasping his fork tightly, not really feeling like eating lunch today, “Bullshit, I would've saved her anyway. She didn't need him.”

Gi-hun rolls his eyes, sitting by his side as he quietly observes the whole scene, chewing a mouthful of rice, “You're just jealous, man, admit it,” he pronounces with his mouth half full, eyes attentively scanning Dae-ho's reaction.

The whole group of men laugh upon seeing Dae-ho's face morph to one of embarrassment and some offense, cheeks blushing furiously at Gi-hun's fake allegation.

“I'm n-not jealous” he tries to defend himself with a stuttering voice, looking frantically around the amused faces of the men around him, his fingers letting his fork drop by his twitching and nervous state, attracting the attention of a few players who were nearby, including yours, which only makes Dae-ho to blush even redder.

Jung-bae smiles playfully, picking up the fork that had fallen to the ground, “And you're being overdramatic.”

“I am not!” Dae-ho squeals, his brow furrowing as he stands up and yanks the fork out of Jung-bae's hand. As the whole group laughs at him, his eyes again search for you in the crowd, finding you in record time, and his whole face darkens again as he notices the way your hand is resting down the player 333's forearm, like you would usually do with him.

He sighs heavily and for the first time, he seriously considers the words of the older men.

Time passes unnoticed within that place, hours perhaps, days? No one really knows.

But the warning that the lights go out in thirty minutes usually means that you should lie down and rest for the next event that the monsters who created this have planned for you all.

The first thing you notice when you arrive at the bed you share with Dae-ho, is that he is lying on his side with his back to you, which concerns you a little, since he never had his back to you when he would sleep.

Something is off.

“Dae-ho?” you call out his name in a gentle whisper, sitting down on the bunk and looking across the broadness of his back with worried eyes, “Are you okay?”

No response.

“Hey,” you try again gently, thinking that maybe he's not exactly having a good day, considering the current situation you're stuck in.

Dae-ho is feeling his chest heaving as he senses your hand laying on his shoulder, fingers delicately squeezing his flesh beneath the tracksuit jacket. 

And suddenly, he's cracking up.

“I'm trying to sleep” and yet, he replies to you curtly, without showing even the slightest sign of rolling over and wanting to actually look at you.

You admire his back with unconvinced eyes for a moment, lying down on the bed and resting your head on the pillow, your hand moving from his shoulder, down his back, across his shoulder blades, before dropping to the surface of the bed.

“You sound off.”

Dae-ho considers his options; whether to just keep talking to you in that oh-so-ungentlemanly way —which made him physically cringe—; whether to express everything he was feeling or just stay quiet and pretend to sleep.

In any case, he acts on impulse, rolling over so he can finally look at you, his eyes softening the instant they meet yours, his heart beating hard and fast, pounding in his ears.

“It's not good for you to associate with players outside our group,” he suddenly blurts out and sees how you just stare at him with further confusion washing over your pretty face, “It could be dangerous.”

“What do you mean?” you inquire, silently urging him to elaborate on his point. You are quick to notice how deadly serious his face is, his lips lightly pursed and his eyes solemn, a look that is unusual on him. You don't like to see him like that, like everyone there usually acted.

“Player 333,” he replies, jaw clenched, his eyes following you as you sat up again on the bed, looking down at him in sheer confusion, as if somehow, you aren't recognizing him, “I saw the way he was looking at you.”

He sounds... hurt? Disappointed?

“Lee Myung-gi” your face turns enlightened, finally understanding what he's referring to now.

Dae-ho deflects his gaze away from yours, slightly rolling his eyes. Whatever that idiot's name was...

“I was just talking to him. He saved me in the last game, Dae-ho,” you explain in an overly naive tone, a little smile curving the corner of your lips, “I went to thank him”

“But I am the one doing that, that's why I'm here. You didn't need him, you have me,” he retorts back to you instantly, your name being pronounced by his lips like a plea for mercy, gesturing to himself with his hand for emphasis on his words. Your brow furrows at the same time as his, your lips turning into a small pout, feeling like a scolded child, “I was going to save you anyway! You only need me, no one else...”

His voice fades the more he speaks, shaky hand brushing through his loose hair. And now you notice it, the betrayed and hurt expression on his face, his eyes hiding something more than friendliness, something much deeper and bigger.

He is jealous.

“Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?” you are questioning him, getting more comfortable on the mattress, your voice keeping low so as not to wake the others, but also firm on your side of the little argument. You had done nothing wrong, “He was just being a good companion—”

“He didn't seem to be performing the good companion role,” Dae-ho interrupts you, spitting out the words as if they were venomous, rising himself up to also sit on the bed and face you, gesticulating with his hands, his tone of voice is fueled by sarcasm and subtle irony now, “I didn't like the way he was looking at you... neither how you were touching him with your hand.”

He crosses his arms and resembles a sulky kid who's had his favorite toy taken away, but you're too pissed off to pause and laugh at him.

Instead, you roll your eyes, starting to unbutton your jacket, feeling too hot all of a sudden, Dae-ho's eyes follow your fingers as they pull down the zipper, “You're being overdramatic.”

"I'm not!" he gasps-whispers, expression offended, he genuinely does seem to be feeling betrayed by what you had done. He leans close to you, so close that you feel the natural warmth of his body, but you stand your ground, looking at him with baffled eyes, his gaze remains soft yet aching, “I'm just looking out for you.”

“You'd rather I touch your arm then?” you raise an eyebrow on your forehead, dropping the jacket by the bottom of the bed, holding his gaze, “Is that what this is all about?”

The effect of your words in instantaneous on Dae-ho, blushing and causing him to pull away from you rather abruptly, brushing his hand through his hair again like a maniac.

“Yes,” he replies with certainty, the word barging into his throat before he could even think of a reasonable response, so he shakes his head slightly, “I mean no— I mean yes—” he cuts himself off, flustered by your attentive gaze, “—that's not the point! The point is that you don't need to go to anyone else when you have me right here.”

He gulps hard, eagerly waiting for your reaction through desperate, sheepish eyes.

“I know,” you whisper, letting out a soft sigh from your mouth, switching to a more empathetic postur. Then you nod your head and stretch out a hand towards him, who wastes no second in reaching out to take it and pull it close to his chest, nuzzling your knuckles with his thumb, “But he just dragged me with him, I couldn't do much,” you offer him a small apologetic smile, “I know you would have saved me anyway, Dae-ho.”

“Of course,” he murmurs your name, bringing your hand to his mouth to press his lips onto your knucles, kissing your smooth skin, “You're not alone, you're with me. You are everything...”

Without saying anything, you move closer to him and hug him. Dae-ho is more than happy to reciprocate your embrace, wrapping his beefy arms around your waist and hiding his face in your neck, breathing in your sweet and comforting scent, the scent he so adores. You feel his warm breath against the sensitive skin of your neck and a shiver runs through you from head to toe.

One of your hands goes up to his head, caressing his hair, fingers sinking into his dark long locks, the soothing and so intimate touch making him sigh.

“You're jealous,” you murmur after a moment of comfortable, heart-warming silence, and he stiffens, his body freezing, you can feel the way his muscles tense against yours.

Dae-ho pulls away from you just a little, far enough to be able to look at you, offering you a sheepish little smile, his cheeks blushing from all the attention and touch and closeness, the way you're talking and looking at him has him breathless.

“Maybe a little,” his expression shifts to one of shame as he dares to confess, valiantly enough to hold your gaze, letting himself fall into the gentleness of your eyes, always so lively and playful, but as beautiful and sparkling as a pair of gemstones, with your long lashes brushing your cheekbones every time you blink.

His hands gently squeeze your waist, contouring your curves and fitting into them perfectly, as if crafted for him to touch and hold.

“You don't have to be jealous, sweets,” you assure him, like a promise, a complicity, leaning into him again.

Dae-ho swallows loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels your beautiful soft lips press down onto his throat, kissing his bouncing Adam's apple. He can feel himself in heaven, letting himself be swept up by the way you are treating him, the way your hands run down his body, passing down his chest until they stop at his midsection, just at the moment your tongue traces across his skin, making him hiss, feeling all the air being knocked out of his lungs.

“Fuck— ngh,” he whimpers, his whole body aching with heat, his heart pumping hot blood into his crotch, heartbeats matching up with each of your wet kisses on his neck.

His big hands wander over your waist, lightly caressing your lower back, fingers barely grazing the curve of your ass above the fabric of your tracksuit pants, clasping the flesh, pressing you helplessly against his body. His touch is needy, but nonetheless respectful, as gentlemanly as ever.

“Is this okay?” comically enough he's the one to ask as your mouth reaches his chin by a wet trail of soft kisses through his skin and he almost feels himself cumming into his boxers by the way you open your eyes to look up at him, pupils dilated in pleasure.

You sigh out a soft chuckle and your breath crashes against his half-open lips, needily breathing in your air, breathing you in. Your fingers fiddle with the edge of his jacket.

“You want this?”

It's stupid that you even had the mere thought of that question.

“Yes, please, baby— please,” Dae-ho rushes to answer, hands squeezing everything they could grab from you, desperately, “Can I kiss yo—”

Before he managed to formulate the question your lips are on his and from one second to the next he pulls you close to sit on his lap, making you feel his erection press against the underside of your thigh.

Frantically, between kisses, tongues recognizing each other and hands grasping what they can of the other, he helps you to remove his shirt, breaking away for just a moment to pull it over his head, looking at you with eyes darkened with desire.

He groans against your mouth as you kiss again, your teeth nibbling gently on his bottom lip.

“Shh...” you coo against his lips, pushing him down to make his back lay against the bed, “You don't want the others to hear, do you?”

A playful smile stretches at the corner of his lips, squeezing your butt once you leaned over him to begin kissing his chest, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, feeling the way your back arches.

“I wouldn't mind if 333 listens—”

“Dae-ho,” you name him disapprovingly, but your eyes are heavy with playfulness and longing.

He gazes adoringly up as you take off your shirt, eyes roaming down your neck, across your chest, down your stomach.

“You're so pretty, fuck— come here,” he tugs you closer to him to kiss you one more time, his hands detaching from your hips to lift his own, pulling down his pants and his now, wrecked boxers, clumsily sliding the waistband of the cloth down his thighs.

His dick springs free and it has you open-mouthed, staring down at it with eyes of raw longing and adoration. His mushroom-shaped, leaking, needy head bumps barely against his lower abdomen, lining up with his happy trail.

Dae-ho blushes under your gaze, one of his hands caresses your hip to attract your attention back to his face.

“Can you handle it, baby?” his tone of voice lowers sheepishly.

Your cunt pulsates around nothing from his words only and in less than ten seconds, you're stripping off your pants too, pulling your soaking wet panties aside. He can actually feel how wet you are when your pussy barely brushes against his bare crotch, he has to resist to keep from cumming right there.

“I can— fuck, yeah— I can handle it,” you babble tremblingly through gentle gasps as he reaches his cock, stroking it three times before he aligns it with your inviting hole, rubbing it slowly up and down your slit to scoop up all of your wetness, and use it as a natural lube.

Dae-ho bites down on his lower lip to muffle a moan that ascends his throat, feeling the head of his cock push up into the tight entrance of your pussy, plunging between your slick folds.

He leans his forehead flat against your chest, nestling right between your breasts, his whole body trembling from a riot of pleasure, muffling his moans and noises against your skin.

“Shit, y-you're— h-hah— you're so wet,” he raspes out into your bare skin, his lips slurring insults and name-calling you like a prayer, a poem through your sweaty skin, his tongue rolls out from between his parted lips, coating your skin with his drool. 

His hands are roaming over your hips, each digit digging into the fat of your ass, never applying weight, giving you all the time you needed to settle onto his size, yet his voice was desperate and eager with anticipation, “So tight— so pretty.”

Your lips are pressed against the crown of his head, breathing shakily as you begin to lower yourself into him achingly slow, drawing a gasp from both of you. Your palms squeeze his broad shoulders, suppressing the urge to cry out with every inch he is pushing his way inside you, your pussy fluttering and squishing him deeper.

“Yeah, just like that, that's it,” Dae-ho is praising you, pressing sloppy kisses all over your tits, fingers caressing your lower back while his other hand pats your ass appraisingly, “just a little more, baby, a little m-more and I'm all yours— I'm yours.”

His words really touch your very core, hand sliding up his neck to sink into his hair and pull it, making him hiss as he licks your nipple. Your pussy swallows another inch of him and you feel him in your fucking guts by now. He feels your squishy walls clench around him like a vice and he refuses to even think about the possibility of a life without feeling like this again.

“Dae-ho,” you whimper his name as the bulging tip of his cock reaches a particular spongy spot and instantly your whole body reacts as well.

“Mh-hm,” his lips lick and kiss your collarbone all the way up your neck and then he kisses your lips, “I'm here. I got you, I always got you,” his eyes finally lock with yours again and you nearly feel every single muscle and organ in your abdomen twitch when you notice tears being held back in them, all from the flood of pleasure and bliss your body is giving him.

He can feel himself in heaven, beneath you, his hips grinding up into yours as his cock is plunged so deep inside you.

Dae-ho kisses you again, intoxicated, a thread of spit remains connecting your mouths once you part.

A few more long seconds and you're all the way down sitting on him, his heavy, throbbing balls pressed flush against your ass. Your pussy envelops him thoroughly, molding into his shape as you breathe a deep sigh and Dae-ho breathes out as well when your nails dig into his shoulder blades.

“There you are, my baby, you're doing s-so good,” he croaks, fondling your backside affectionately, feeling your dampness dripping down his thighs, “Holy shit you feel good... I'm so deep—”

And when you start to move on top of him, he has to close his eyes, his sweaty palms pawing your ass, hopeless for your mercy. 

But you have no mercy, your pussy, your thighs, your fucking hips, the way you look down at him and ride him, giving him whiplash with every bounce. And he can swear he knows you from another life, from the way his cock forms a shape inside you, reaching parts within you that no one else has been capable of reaching before, as if your body was made for him— no, as if he was made to fit your body.

“My God—” he hiccups and you press your forehead against his, seeking his lips with yours to silence you both, pushing him down until he's lying flat on the mattress.

The bunk just barely creaks beneath the relentless sway of your hips slamming into his, ass bumping hard down on his thighs, taking him all the way down and up again, so deep that every time you bottom out you feel him in your fucking throat.

“You feel so good, baby,” you whine, looking down at him and all of his body is reacting to the petname.

You take in the gorgeous sight that is his face flushed with utter pleasure, eyes squinting, sweaty arms wrapping all around you and holding you impossibly close, his lower belly tensed and cramped.

He looks so pussy drunk, drinking and drinking in your body and essence, everything you provide. The tought makes you feel your insides flip, squeezing into a knot. And Dae-ho feels it too.

You bend down, lips falling onto his shoulder, trailing down to the tattoo on his side and when your tongue traces the black ink, exactly when his engorged tip brushes against your fucking cervix and your ass does a particularly powerful bounce on his thick thighs, he starts to feel his body twitching, reaching that exquisite release. He begins to cum, wracked by a rush of erotic bliss that has him seeing stars in the pitch-black.

His hips begin to meet yours in mid-between your wild bouncing and your pussy squelches around his cock, ready to take in all he has to give.

“I'm cumming— hah— b-baby, where—” he babbles through breathy hiccups and whimpers, his body is flushing, seeking your gaze with half-closed eyes, his chest gasping fast.

You kiss his tattoo one more time before answering him, having the nerve to smirk, as if you aren't jumping his bones, “Inside— mhm— fill me up, Dae-ho,” your eyes finally meet his and you squish his biceps, “please,” you beg him, with tears on your eyes.

“Holy shit— you don't have to convince me, love” he growls out hoarsely, and you have never hear him insult so much in such a short span of time. He kiss the corner of your lips messily, “I'm so fucking deep, you take it so well, baby— fuck.”

He chokes on his own voice and squeezes your hips until his palms are molded into your flesh. His tip touches that special squishy spot inside you again and you're cumming with him, both of you riding your own high, sinking into each other's bodies, souls becoming one. Straight into the core of the storm of pleasure.

His trembling fingers eventually loosen his grip on your ass, but his imprint stays right there, flushed. His cock softens deep inside you and you can feel it still spurting hot ropes up into your womb. Dae-ho whimpers flush against your mouth, gasping for breath. And you know you might as well die right there, tangled with his body.

Your head is empty, blurry with him and only him, your hips keep rolling on their own motion, slower. Your pussy squelches, full of him, the friction only makes him chant your name over and over in raspy whispers, like a hymn. Your orgasm is rough and strong, rocking your body like an earthquake. It makes you moan his name and he cuts you off, kissing you senselessly.

“Thank you, thank you...” he mumbles repeatedly against your mouth, hissing once you stop all movement on top of him. And he kisses you again, appreciatively, lovingly.

Dae-ho throws his head back on the bunk, trying to catch his breath, his hands drop to your thighs, always with a possessive hold, groping around for your ass, pressed down on his trembling thighs.

And it's ridiculous how absolutely majestic he looks there under you, in an afterglow that has him breathless, eyes narrowed and lost stare, gazing upwards as if he's suspended in paradise. His entire abdomen is sweaty and you hold back the urge to run your tongue across his cute little tummy, since your body is slowly beginning to give in to exhaustion, your legs wobbling.

You are satisfied with tracing your fingers along his sweaty skin, touching what were strong muscles, now softened under your thumbprints. Your hand makes an appreciative path up his pecs and he comes back to reality with the touch, looking up at you and patting your ass lightly, his gaze softening as he met your eyes amidst the darkness. The look of love.

“Don't do that, I'm about to get hard again,” he murmurs in a playful voice, a little sheepish smile growing on his lips. He is blushing, like he's not balls deep inside you, his cum leaking out of your cunt and trickling down your thighs.

You let out a sleepy chuckle, leaning down and snuggling close into his chest, his arms wrap around your shoulders and he tugs a blanket over the two of you.

“I had to take you on a date first,” Dae-ho blurts out suddenly, sounding more like he's talking to himself than to you, but you do manage to hear him, yet not really understanding what he's trying to say.

“What?” you ask curiously, still a little dizzy, fingers tracing light caresses on his chest, right where his heart is.

He clears his voice, bowing his chin so he can look down at you, gaze full pure love and adoration, his fingertips soothingly caressing your spine as he answers you in a hushed whisper, “I was supposed to take you on a date before.... all of this.”

You smile bashfully against his chest, looking up at him with big, soft eyes, “Well, we're not exactly in a position where having a date is doable, Dae-ho.”

But he is confident on the subject, fingers drawing little circles on the small of your back, “After we get out of this, I'll pick you up at your house and take you to the fanciest restaurant.”

You kiss him tenderly. 

And he smiles like he's actually in love.

“I'll be waiting for you in my best dress, then.”

[frost-queen]

🅶🅸🅼🅱🅰🅿 // part 6 (Reader x Young-il / player 001)

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Summary: With the third game ending, another vote is in session. Yet when the votes are a tie, the night might take a dangerous turn. [series]

The door unlocked with a click. You lifted your head up, gaze meeting up with Young-il. He swallowed nervously feeling your presence nearer than ever. – “Sorry.” – you spoke, brushing some hair out of your face. Young-il kept his gaze on you. Following your movements with subtleness in his eyes.

Blinking confusingly as to why you were apologizing. Taking a deep breath, you moved away from him to stand up straight. Young-il embraced by a sudden coldness. Your warm touch leaving his body as it made him miss the warm summers once more. He slowly got up as well.

Reaching for the handle. Hesitating to turn it over. Turning his head slightly to acknowledge you behind him. With a deep exhale, he opened the door. Stepping out of the room. His eyes going down to the floor. Seeing a puddle of blood close to your door.

He stepped over it, looking over his shoulder to you. You noticed the puddle as well. Stopping. Staring at the blood. Pulled back to a few moments back. If it wasn’t for Young-il that might have been your blood. Spilling the floor. The only memory left of you.

“Y/n.” – Young-il said holding his hand out to you. Making you snap out of it. Reaching out, you accepted his hand. Moving over the puddle to avoid stains on your shoes. – “Y/n!” – you heard loud. Several voices mixed as you couldn’t distinguish who was shouting at all.

Turning your head, you saw Dae-ho, Gi-hun, Jun-hee and Hyun-ju run over. Dae-ho reached you first, wrapping his arms around you, getting spun around. Gi-hun made his way over to Young-il, touching his shoulder. A stern expression folded, attention drawn away from you to him.

“Y/n I feared the worst!” – Jun-hee cried out. – “I saw you fall and I thought…” – unable to finish her words. Tears streaming down her cheeks. You moved to her, wrapping your arms around her. – “Young-il saved me. I am alive because of him.” – you told her, looking back at him. Young-il curling up a smile. Furrowing your brows at him. Was he bashful?

Your attention got drawn away by Hyun-ju as she pulled you firm into a hug. – “Unnie, you are smothering me.” – you laughed out, trying to push her away for a breather. Jun-hee took your hand, guiding you to the others. Your eyes lingering on the number of players. It was a hard pill to swallow. Countless of players had lost their lives here. If you hadn’t found such amazing people, you might have been one of them.

Pink suits opened the doors. Everyone getting in motion to return back to the sleeping quarters. Classical musical greeting you once more. Down the stairs you went, following the person in front of you out of this maze. Moving in line. Your mind took the opportunity to drift away. Think back about your parents. How many days might have passed? Would they notice you had not returned yet? Was your father still alive?

Questions worrying you. To some not wanting answered. Something started to get clear to you. The games weren’t getting any easier. It was getting harder and harder for you to survive. Having needed to rely on others this entire time. On Gi-hun at the first game. On Hyun-ju on the second game. On Young-il for the third game.

Exhaling soft, you weren’t sure how many more games you could rely on your friends. Players were thinning out and any of you could be next. Letting your gaze go upwards, you stared back at Gi-hun’s back. Eyes lingering at his number. The classical music faded in the background as you neared the sleeping quarters.

Players separating to go each to their unassigned places. O votes to the left, X voters to the right. Knowing another vote would be in order, you just wanted to forget it. Get some food and go to sleep. With a heavy sigh you sat on one of the platforms, connecting the beds. The others came joining with you. Not one speaking. Only exchanging glances. The effects of the games sipping through.

Pink suits entered, rolling in the voting station. Jung-bae getting up with a heavy sigh. Again and again you had voted for a way out, yet each time it failed. Forced to stay. Forced to endure another game at the pleasure of others. You followed the joining crowd. Standing in a large group as the triangle pink suit explained the rules once more.

This time counting down. Meaning Gi-Hun was up first again. He walked up to the front. Pressing the button firm. The first X appearing on the screen. Moving aside, he waited for other players to vote. A few more joining X as some voted O. – “Player 400.” – got called out. You stepped through, getting to the front. Feeling a hundred eyes on you. Taking a deep breath, you marched up the voters station. Coming to a stop. Hand already hovering above your choice.

The buzzer loud. Hand releasing from on top of the X. Glaring at the triangle pink suit before joining your side. They seemed to care little as the next one approached. X's and O’'s dividing. The numbers going up and going against each other. In shock, you turned your head to Gi-hun. To see if he was seeing this as well.

He looked back at you, equally surprised that the numbers were nearly matching up. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to be hopeful. Hyun-ju came joining your side, placing a hand your shoulder. All might not be lost. You placed your hand over hers, squeezing it hopeful.

Hoping, praying your hopes wouldn’t be shattered. Keeping your attention to the numbers. Racing up against each other. Till. They had but one point different. Only one needing to vote. Turning your head, you watched Young-il approach the station. His gaze settling briefly on you.

Eyes closed, you were afraid to watch. Waiting for that buzzer sound. It sounded loudly in your ears. Your eyes opening with a gasp when Hyun-ju started to shake you back and forth. Equal. The number was equal. A status quo. You turned back to Gi-hun, hopeful.

Yet unsure what it meant. Young-il came joining your side giving you a comforting smile. The pink suits announced that another vote was in order, but not until tomorrow morning. You gasped in disbelieve, grabbing Young-il by his arms. – “Even! We might be able to change the tide tomorrow morning.” – you let out all excitingly. Young-il curled up a smile, reaching out you.

His thumb on your chin. A soft gesture. His smile slowly faltering to shock, seeing how you stared back at him. Caught by surprise. Realizing what he was doing, he moved his hand down. Scratching the back of his head nervously whilst walking off. Wondering how he let himself touch you so easily.

Circle pink suits rolled out diner. You got in line, receiving your meal. Sitting back down in your familiar place. You unrolled the protection from around your meal. Eyes falling on a fork. Furrowing your brows, you picked it up. Wondering why there was a fork with your Gimbap.

Gi-hun seemed to be equally intrigued by it but perhaps for other reasons. – “Wha! We have a tie!” – Jung-bae called out. Dae-ho chuckling with joy. – “If we can change one person’s mind, we can leave tomorrow.” – he said already getting up. Wanting to search for a willing victim to switch sides. – “Stop!” – Gi-hun called out without looking up.

Dae-ho blinking confused back at him. – “We shouldn’t draw much attention to ourselves.” – he answered. You shuffled closer to Young-il in the background. Having pinned a Gimbap on your fork. Moving your fork across to lay the piece of Gimbap with him. Young-il stopped eating, staring down at your offering.

“Gomawo.” – you thanked him with a little bow of your head. Young-il shook his hand sheepishly. He pinned another piece of Gimbap, handing it over to you. Gesturing at you to have it. You weren’t having it. Wanting to thank him as sharing food meant you cared after all.

You took another one, giving it to him. – “Take it.” – you said with a polite smile. Young-il moving his hand with a sheepish smile. – “Take mine.” – he answered giving you two pieces of gimbap. – “I’m giving you mine!” – you called out, getting worked up over it. Pricking one with your fork once more.

Young-il, blocked your arm with his, pushing it gently back. – “Take it!” – you insisted upon with a glare. He kept shaking his head, saying no. He pricked a Gimbap with his other hand. Moving his fork over to you whilst keeping your arm at bay with his. – “Aniyo!” – You called out grabbing his wrist firm.

You wanted him to accept your food for once. You wanted to show him just how much you cared. Young-il and you kept pushing trying to get each Gimbap into the other’s meal. – “What are you doing?” – Gi-hun said confused. It made the two of you give each other a sudden shove. The Gimbap falling from the fork onto the ground.

Making both of you stare at the fallen pieces. Meeting up with each other’s gaze again. Young-il cracking up a tiny smile. Dae-ho scoffed amusingly that the two of you had been bickering over food. Young-il pulled his arm down as you let go of his wrist. Clearing your throat ashamed. Turning a bit away from each other as the others had been staring. You thought they wouldn’t notice since they were busy talking.

Hearing some commotion made you get up. Stand up to see what was going on. Men walking out of the bathroom, some covered in blood. It made you gasp loud, covering up your mouth. Young-il came standing up as well. – “They started attacking us!” – An O voter called out. – “No!” – An X voter shouted back pointing angrily at the O voter. – “They attacked one of us!” – more started to crowd around them. – “You killed some of us!” – Nam-Gyu yelled. Both sides coming nearer, ready to throw hands.

“What is going on?” – you asked unsure what they were talking about. Gi-hun swallowed nervously, being catapulted back to his time in the first game. Knowing very well what would occur tonight. The lights dimmed with only a yellow brightness illuminating the ceiling.

The piggy bank lowering. Staring with wide eyes as more money dropped. Confused as to why it would feed the piggy more money. Then you stared back down at the people below, covered in blood. A massacre must have occurred in the bathroom. The shock made you stumble back, bumping against a sturdy chest. Two hands settling on your shoulders.

Looking up, you saw how tense Young-il’s expression was. Gi-hun gathered everyone together. – “Tonight when the lights go out. We hide. Under the beds.” – he said with cautious. – “Shouldn’t we warn the other X voters?” – Dae-ho questioned. – “No.” – Gi-hun answered. – “It would draw too much attention.”

It made you swallow nervously. Knowing these people would be sacrificed for your well-beings. You seemed to not be the only one thinking it. Gi-hun continued to explain the rest of the plan. The plan on overmastering the pink suits when they would come to collect the bodies.

Thirty minutes till lights out. Echoed through the speakers. It made you rub your hands nervously together. Not sure what would go down tonight. A lot could happen. You followed Jun-hee to your beds, laying down on it. The lights going out a moment later. Making you swallow hard. Jun-hee moved first. You waited a few moments to not draw too much sound to get in motion.

A sudden hand over your mouth, made your eyes widen. Reacting with muffled sounds against the hand. A face becoming clear in the dark. Young-il as he brought his finger to his lips. Telling you to be quiet.

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[ohyoungil]

why is this so funny to me?😭😭😭 dae-ho and jung-bae are literally “I’m in the death game and I don’t know what the fuck is going on between these two but why the fuck are they gay?”

[catchastarorten]

—Sleep well.

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho x fem!reader

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

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

Word count: 808

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Within minutes, you were sound asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[001x456]

found this on tiktok and I legit choked on my drink

[tomboxed]

knight to k6