#squidgames smut fic

[arbitrarykiwi]

Third Times a Charm: Oral Fixation 2/3

Nam-Gyu (Player 124) x AFAB reader smut series

Summary: you ran into him three separate times. First was at a party, second time was at a club. And like his favorite drugs, he was addicted. The third time? Well he wasn’t going to let you get away so easy. Third times a charm and he was going to get his fix. ((Non-squid games au))

Warnings: Smut (18+), LONG (y'all.. I went over board: 6.4k words), id say this is significantly more debauched than the first chapter, alcohol use, drug use, substance mixing, stalker! Nam-Gyu themes (he finds your info online), porn with plot (long intro, there is a divider added for convenience if you wish to skip to the fuckin') , oral (m receiving), choking, dirty talk, name calling ((this chap. is significantly more gendered than the first one)) (pretty girl, good girl, whore and slut used once), face fucking, sugar daddy! Nam-Gyu themes, spitting, cum play, breath play, he’s nasty- got a filthy mouth on him, brief mention of death threats (he threatens somebody for interrupting y'all), proof read but I am dyslexic, there's prolly more- read at your own risk

Previous chapter: Taste Test 1/3

AN: gonnna be so real yall, music inspo for this fic is São Paulo ft. Anitta by The Weekend…if you wanna read it with the fic be my guest 😋 (best time to start it is when yall meet again in da club)

The second time you ran into him was at a club.

It has been about two weeks since your interaction with him. Nam-Gyu. To say that he was all you thought about would be putting it lightly. The thought, the feel, the scent of him, was all you could think about.

Figuring with just a name to go off of and the drugged out crowd you often hung around, your luck of finding him was slim to none. You tried to search him up, nothing. All searches took you to was links about a ‘Club Pentagon’.

You tried to go out with some men, often finding yourself repulsed anytime they put your hands on you. Pushing them away and calling a cab to just go back home and get yourself off. None of those guys seemed worth your time- you’d just be thinking about him anyway.

His hands felt better. His lips felt better. He felt better.

You found yourself in your room, with a half smoked blunt hanging between your fingers as you scrolled through social media aimlessly. While scrolling you watched as a notification popped up at the top of your screen, your phone resonating a ‘ping’- a text from your friend asking you to go out to, none other than, Club Pentagon. You clicked the notification with a speed you didn’t know you had.

A reply is sent quick, agreeing to meet her at the club in a few hours. You stood up off your bed, taking a drag of the blunt you rolled- getting ready or not, you can’t waste it!

In the span of a couple hours you got ready, dolling yourself up in the best outfit you could think of. One of your favorite dresses, the one that was just a little too short but fit oh so perfect. You hope by some grace of the universe- he’s there. And with the chance that he may be there…you wanted to take a little extra time with your makeup.

After finishing off your blunt, taking more than a couple shots, and a excecuting perfect face of makeup- you’re calling a taxi with a nice buzz and making your way to Club Pentagon.

The night is cool when you step out the taxi. You pay and thank the cab driver, turning to find your friends in the long line of people. It doesn’t take long, they find you. They yell your name from the crowd, excitedly pulling you into the line. “God damn!! You look good!” One of your friends cheers, you laugh and give a little twirl. The group you find yourself in catches up, chatting, while walking slowly with the line of people waiting in queue for the club.

Soon you make it to the entrance, a large bouncer stands near a velvet rope that block the front door of the club. The large neon sign sporting the words ‘Club Pentagon’ flash a vibrant pint that illuminated the area outside the club.

Your group begins filling into a small cluster behind the velvet rope, waiting by the entrance for the rest of the group before heading into the club. Your friend in front of you passed the bouncer, adjusting her pink wristband sporting ‘21+’. It was the usual band bars around here used to signify the person wearing it was of age to drink.

You hand your ID to the bouncer patiently waiting to be let into the club. The bouncer looks to you then to your ID, he seems to re-read it then looks back up to you. “Wait here.” He tells you, stepping away. You look to your friend with a quirked eyebrow, wondering what the hold up is.

Your friend laughs, cupping her hands around her mouth and calling out to the bouncer. “She’s of age officer I swear!!” You reach over to swat her arm to get her to stop. “Bitch c’mon! For one, he’s not an officer. Two, that’s literally what someone with a fake ID would say.” You laugh, already tipsy from the pregame.

The bouncer returns with a chuckle at your friend’s antics. “Not worried ‘bout that girls.” He says to you and your friend with a jovial laugh. “Your name was familiar, saw it on the VIP list.” The bouncer says, to only you this time, placing a lime green wristband on your wrist, on it the acronym ‘VIP’ is printed around the entirety of the paper bracelet.

“Huh?” You say incredulously, you haven’t even been to this club before and you sure wouldn’t pay for a VIP band yourself. You look to your friend group, wondering if they had something to do with it. Their faces mimicked yours, confused, so they obviously had nothing to do with this.

“This must be a mistake- I didn’t pay for this.” You say not wanting to get overcharged. “No mistake Ma’am. One of our club promoters put you on the list personally.” He says opening the red suede rope to let you into the building.

You’re confused, you don’t know any club promoters. But you nod, in thanks to the bouncer as you join your friends. You are still wildly perplexed but not complaining- it’s a free all you can drink ticket! Your friends ‘ooo’ and ‘ahhh’ at you as you walk in with them.

“Which club promoter’s dick did ya suck to get that~” Your friend teases leaning into you, you laugh and shake your head. “Genuinely…no one’s. I have never been here before….the covers always been too high.” You say, your eyes scanning the grand entrance of the club- chandeliers covered the ceilings, various colored lasers reflecting off of the diamonds and dispersing into colored rays that flood the floor.

“Ohhh??? A secret admirer??!!” Your friends giggle as you make your way to the bar. You laugh her off, shaking your leaning on the bar. “For real I can’t imagine who would put me on the list…” You shrug as you all order your first round of drinks.

In your head you’re trying to find any possible reasoning. It’s couldn’t be him, could it?

Anytime you looked up his name, and you typed out those six letters more times than you could count over the weeks, he never came up….but this club that you find yourself at - Club Pentagon- did. Was he a club promoter here? Was he the club promoter that put you on the expensive VIP list?! Even if he was…you didn’t give him your name the last time you saw him. You were pulled away from him before you could even thank him for the mindblowing orgasm he gave you, let alone give him your name.

Your eyes darted around the place, examining the club that you never bothered to come to. Sure the cover was expensive but as you see the extravagant decoration, multiple stages lit up with flashing, multi-colored panels, and intricate carved marble columns throughout the place- the price seemed worth it.

You make good use of the VIP wristband, ordering rounds of shots that were covered by the lime green piece of paper that’s on your wrist. But you still can’t stop thinking of who would have put you on the list.

With the free VIP bracelet came an exclusive area within the club, a small lounge area that was one of many within the establishment. Each VIP with a bracelet and their group got one.

So there you found yourself, getting ready to head to the dance floor after spending some time on the plush leather couch of the sectioned off area.

You can’t count how many shots you’ve taken at the VIP table but you were feeling great. Your friends excitedly stood up, hearing one of their favorite songs come on. You laughed, standing with them to begin to head to the dance floor.

Your friends practically ran to the dance floor, leaving you there laughing at just how fast they made it- drunk and in heels nonetheless. Just when you’re about to leave your table you hear someone clear their throat.

You turn immediately to the person, your eyes widening. “Nam-gyu!” You say with a smile, walking over to him. He’s dressed to the nines, a black suit, a red undershirt that’s unbuttoned revealing his collarbones. He’s leaning against one of the columns that had intricate carvings on it.

He smiles, taking a drag from a blunt that he had. “Well, seems like you finally took advantage of your VIP privileges I gave you.” He says with a wicked grin. Under the flashing lights he looks like a snake ready to strike, it’s alluring in ways you can’t even put into words.

You gravitate towards him, your eyebrows raising as you realize he was the one to give you this VIP pass. “You’re the mysterious club promotor who gave me the VIP?” You question as you walk to him. You come close to him, standing in front of him- looking up at him.

He nods, looking you over like he’s a predator ready to catch his prey. His hand reaches out and dances along your arm in a light motion. You watch as his eyes take all of you in, his teeth catch the corner of his bottom lip. His chest heaves as he takes in a deep breath. You don’t know it but all he can think of is the way your cunt felt around his fingers and the way your cum tasted on his tongue. “Put your name on the list personally.” He responds.

“How’d you-“ You begin to say. He cuts you off, pulling you closer into him by the small of your back. “Find your name?” He says, almost mocking the way you’re sure you would have asked it. It’s a demeaning, taunting tone that does nothing to help the growing warmth in your lower stomach. You nod in response, swallowing thickly as his hand runs down the curve of your ass to grip at flesh.

He laughs, guiding you into the rhythm of the music. The hand that wasn’t gripping your ass held a lit blunt. He brought it up to his mouth and took a long drag. As he does, he doesn’t look away from you. His dark eyes are lit up in an orange hue as the cherry of the blunt rages when he draws in a hit. He drops his hand to his side again.

Smoke rolls out of his mouth in smooth streams as he looks down at you and grins. “Sweetheart, s’not that hard….” He drawls on, leaning down closer to you. A devious smirk spreads across his lips. “I didn’t just get your name, I found your phone number and address too.” He rasps, pulling back after his words to look at you.

He has a mischievous, almost wicked glint in his eyes that has you spinning. You should be freaked out, fighting against him for being some sort of crazed stalker- but you don’t. You keep grinding against him, your hands finding purchase around his neck.

Your eyes scan his, wide and trying to figure out what to do. ‘Cute’ he thinks. It was like your common sense was fighting your desire for him, and it was a battle he loved to watch. “You knew where I lived and had my number…why didn’t you-“

He cuts you off with a squeeze of your ass, once again, his ringed fingers gripping into the flesh as if you’d run away. He brings his hand up in between you two, holding the blunt so that it faces you. You can taste the wrap on your lips.

You look up at him through your lashes in a way that makes him want to forget pleasantries and fuck you here and now. But he restrains himself- nodding his head towards the blunt, his eyes never leaving yours.

When your lips wrap around the blunt and suck in the smoke, you can hear him hiss. He speaks through gritted teeth. “There you go….” He rasps. “Good fuckin’ girl.” He says, it’s a tone that makes you melt, you can hear the hunger in his voice, speaking through gritted teeth as if he was fighting himself from ruining you on the spot.

When you release the blunt and let the smoke billow out of your lips he speaks again, “You’re right,” he says, finally beginning to answer your question, grinning down at you. “I could have texted or showed up to your apartment…” He says as he spins you around against him, pressing your back into his toned chest.

“But I’m not some stalker..” He hums into your ear, hand hands all over you. “..so I just put you, my pretty little thing, on the VIP list. Hoping that you and your group of friends would show up here.” He hums in a low timbre that sends goosebumps up your skin.

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as you look back over your shoulder to at him.

“How could you have been so sure I would have came here?” You say your hand reaching back around him to entangle your fingers in his hair. You find yourself inhaling his cologne, even with significantly less drugs in your system than when you first met him- the scent is just as intoxicating.

“I wasn’t sure. In all honesty if I had to wait any longer I would have showed up on your door step.” He says, the tone in his voice tells you he’s not lying.

And it just makes you hotter.

“But there’s no need to think about that..you’re here now.” He breathes into your ear, his free hand that wasn’t holding the blunt, moving inwards from your waist, traveling down your stomach to grip at the inside of your thighs.

Wherever his hands go, they leave a trail of white hot fire, the only solace is the small cool sensation from the metal rings adorning his fingers. You arch into him, a small gasp coming out of your mouth at his fingers digging into your thighs, just centimeters away from where you needed them most.

“I was thinking about you…” You squeak out in a weak attempt to respond to him. “Tried to look you up.” You say, your breath hitching, breaking up your words into pathetic syllables as you feel him drag your ass against his growing hard on.

Maybe it was the way you were more coherent, less drugs in your system this time meeting him- or maybe it was the thin fabric of your dress leaving nothing to the imagination as he pressed against you- or maybe it was the way his fingers left you a shaking mess during your last meeting so you couldn’t pay attention - but you swore you could feel his erection against your back better than the last time you had an encounter with him.

And he was thick.

He laughs, the vibration tickling at the skin of your neck. “I’m not one to run around with the best crowd, sweetheart. Don’t need people findin’ me so easy.”

He puts the blunt out in a swift motion on an ashtray nearby. His one hand remains on your hip, the one now free from the blunt runs up your back.

He pushes, causing you to bend over in front of him. It’s raunchy, it’s debauched but you let it happen. His hand continues its path up your back to grip the hair at the base of your neck. The way your hips move in tandem is sinful. Your dress has long since bunched up above your ass, allowing his cock that strains against his pants to rub against your clothed cunt in the most delicious way possible.

You’re bent over in front of him, one of his hands tangled in your hair while the other continues the rhythmic sway of your ass against his erection.

“But I had no worry, I’d knew you’d find me eventually…huh, pretty girl?” He has with a scoff in his voice. “Like you said, been thinking about me….” He growls, his hand that’s in your hair pulls you back against him in a rough movement. You can feel the way his clothed cock is spreading your pussy, allowing the tent in his pants grind up against your clit.

A whine is pulled out of your throat as you press yourself back against him even more. Your head nodding in reply to his words. A low groan resides him his throat has he throws his head back, basking in the feeling of how warm his dick feels pressed against your clothed pussy. The slow grind of your body against his is in time with the music. The loud thrum of the bass only serving to make every moment of this even better.

He pulls you back up by your hair, the arm on your hip wrapping around your torso and caging you into him. “Y’know…I played your little game last time, fair and square. I’d say I impressed you at that little party, wouldn’t you?” He says into your ear as he shifts his hips upwards, deliberately dragging his clothed cock up into you, the only thing keeping him from sinking into your velvety walls was your underwear and his pants.

You let out a choked gasp, feeling yourself clench around nothing. It was embarrassing, yet again, how quick he could get you to come undone. Your lip catches on your bottom lip as you try to grind down into his motions.

His hand releases from your hair and comes up to grip your jaw. “Answer me. Use your words.” He says, his breath ticking your ear. The low growl of his voice is smooth but devilish, a warning. You can feel the way his chest heaves with heavy breaths against your back. A sing that you had just as much of an effect on him that he had on you.

“Y-you did. You impressed me.” You say desperately your words slurred by his hand that grips your jaw. His grip loosens, his head dropping to your neck. His lips dance along your pulse point, tongue leaving a warm, wet trail along the column of your throat to under your ear.

“So then you should agree that I should get a nice little reward, for being so gracious, even after you cheated at your own little game?” He says, his lips tickling your ear. You nod frantically, reaching behind you to palm his erection over his slacks to prove a point of how desperately you needed him.

He growls into your ear, spinning you around to face him before smashing his lips on yours. You whine against him, reciprocating the kiss with equal desperation.

You don’t even realize when he leads you down a hall in a feverish mess of kissing. Your back is pressed against a closed door before he hastily fumbles with the knob.

You both stumble into office in the back of the Club Pentagon- being one of its top promoters had its perks of a private office and Nam-Gyu was going to use it.

It’s a fast paced mess of tongue and teeth. You find yourself turned pressed up against the door, closing it with a soft thud. His hands remove themselves from your waist, coming up to cradle your face, his thumbs rest on your cheeks while his pinky’s are nestled right under your ears. He pulls you to him, as is he’s trying to merge you into him.

His tongue explores your mouth in a skilled way that has your mind melting. You whine against him as he bites your bottom lip. Your hands work in clumsy, jittery movements to unbuckle his belt. He chuckles against you, finding your feeble attempt to rid him of his pants endearing.

He breaks this kiss, his forehead pressed to yours as his hands trail up your sides to your chest, stopping to grope at your breasts. “Eager are we?” He chuckles against your lips.

You kiss him again, the taste of his lips addictive. Pulling away to pout, looking up at him as your hands dance along the buckle of his belt. “Yes. And so what if I am?”

He grins, laughing at your words, his hands that massage your breasts slow their ministrations. His thumbs being to work against your nipples under your shirt. He brushes his thumbs over them in feather light touches, relishing in the feeling of your nipples beginning to harden under his touch. When your breath catches in your chest and you arch into him, he scoffs. “Pretty and sensitive…I’m going to have fun with you.” He says in a degrading tone, enjoying the small hint of an attitude you had being subbed out so quickly by him playing with your nipples.

He kisses you again fervently, hands removing themselves from under your bra to push you backwards by your hips. Your knees buckle when you hit a piece of furniture.

You fall to a sitting position onto a small couch in the room, whining when your lips part from his. He comes close to you, standing between your legs and looking down at you.

His eyes are dark. His hair was tousled, some strands still pushed back with whatever product he used to style it while others fall over his face. He smiles down at you, his hands running over your shoulders, along the sides of your neck to cradle your head.

His hands move up into your hair, tangling into the strands and cranking your neck back to look up at him. He moves even closer. Your chin is touching his lower stomach, forcing you to hold his gaze as he grinds his erection that is painfully hard against in his pants against your neck.

He looks down at you as if you’re a goddess in a renaissance painting. “Aren’t you just a sight…” he muses. His hands leg go of your hair, his warning gaze is enough to keep you in place. One of his hands comes up, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip.

You do it almost instinctively, wrapping your lips around his thumb. Eyes never leaving his as your tongue swirls around the pad of his finger.

His eyebrows raise, the breath he sucks in has your pussy clenching around nothing. “Oh…” He drawls on in a low amused hum. His eyes don’t leave your lips, it’s like he’s transfixed on where his thumb disappears into your warm mouth. “You’re fucking dangerous…” He muses in a low rumble. You can feel the way he grinds his erection into you throat as his thumb massages your tongue.

“C’mon then, I need to be inside your fucking mouth.” He growls, removing his finger from your mouth and quickly getting rid of pants and boxers. He doesn’t even have the patience to rid himself of his clothes, simply pushing them down to his knees.

His cock falls free from its confines and lands heavily in front of you, the tip smacking against your lips with a hearty sound.

Taken aback, you grip the base of his dick with one of your hands pulling your head back to look at it. It’s thick, long, the tip an angry red. The dark hairs at the base trail up his stomach in the most tantalizing line.

He hisses at the contact, you can feel it twitch in your hand. “Please, sweetheart…I’m dying…” He says, an upward cadence to his voice but his words are muffled. You look up from his cock, confused and when your eyes trail up his toned stomach to his face, your mouth is dry.

It’s a beautiful view. He has his red dress shirt is pulled up and out of the way by his teeth. His hair is disheveled, falling around his face and framing it in small shadows. His eyebrows are upturned, watching you- more specifically your mouth in a frenzied look, pleading for you to continue. His sleeves are rolled up revealing tattoos on his forearms that decorate his skin in intricate lines of black and grey.

How could you say no to him?!

Your mouth parts in a slow movement, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. You place his cock on your tongue, smacking the angry tip against your tongue a couple times. Each time, you see his stomach clench as the warm wet feeling of your tongue met his dick.

He watches as you lick him from base to tip, stoping to wrap your plush lips on his the tip of cock. It’s a tease for the feeling of heaven that is your mouth because soon you release him, running your tongue along the underside of dick. The sounds he’s making are sinful, low moans and groans of your name that has your thighs pressing together to ease the ache in your cunt.

He groans, taking his shirt out of his mouth and holing it in one of his hands. His other one makes its way to the back of your head, fisting your hair and yanking your head back.

“Enough of this teasing, sweet thing. You’re still the same slut that let me finger her on the dance floor weeks ago…so you’re gonna act like it, yeah?” He says looking down at you as he begins to jerk his cock over your face.

You smile, it’s a sight that has him gripping his dick tighter. Your mouth drops open, you nod. “That’s right…” he coos, shaking your head by the grip in your hair. “Stick your tongue out.” He demands, punctuating his words by tightening his grip on your hair.

You obey, lolling your tongue out, never breaking eye contact. He leans over you, making you watch as he sucks and then spits into your mouth. You moan out when you feel the taste of his saliva hit your tongue, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in ecstasy. “Swallow.” He demands again. “And fucking look at me when you do it.” He says through gritted teeth.

You open your eyes again, watching him continue to pump his thick cock over your face. You obey, closing your mouth and swallowing his saliva. Your gaze locked to his and its filthy. He stands over you, one hand on the back of your head, the other twisting around his length as he watches you swallow.

“Ohhh….” He coos, his eyebrows knitted together in an upturned expression as he watches you. “That’s it….” He says, taking a step closer to rub the tip of his dick over your plush lips. He grins down at you, his dark eyes trained on you as you stick your tongue back out, running it on the underside of his thick length.

“I don’t even have to ask? Y’know just what to do, huh? How fucking filthy you are…” He mocks in a condescending tone. His hips thrust forward just the tiniest bit, pushing the angry tip of his cock between your lips before pulling out. His eyes trained on the way your lips move around the ridge of his cock-head.

He hisses out a shuddering breath, biting his lip before speaking again, this time his tone drastically different- it’s softer. “You look so pretty like this..” He says in a soft hum, his hand brushing your hair back out of your face in a strangely comforting manner.

He surges his hips forward more, sinking his cock into your mouth. The sound he lets out is sinful. You look up, his head is thrown back, his hand clenching his shirt in a white-knuckled grip. “O-oh fuck…” He hisses.

You begin to bob your head in a steady rhythm, your tongue beginning to memorize every vein along his length. He isn’t quiet, he’s obscene. Every time you move your head up and down his cock he’s chanting praises followed by moans that fuel the wetness that pools in your underwear. You’re sure by this point it’s staining the fabric of the couch you sit on.

His head saga to the side, his eyes back on you. “You can do b-better than that. I know you can.” He says, panting between word, a degrading tone lacing his voice.

He moans as he feels you begin to work harder, your hand coming up to stroke at the length that you didn’t have in your mouth. His hand that’s at the back of your head moves to the side, the hand that’s holds his shirt drops the fabric to mirror his other hand.

Both hands on either side of your skull, he smirks down at you, panting. “You can take it.” He says with a chuckle, it wasn’t a suggestion.

You moan around him at his words, only spurring him on to press you down his length. As your lips inch down his cock he groans, indulging him self in the warm, wet, solace that was your mouth.

He keeps his eyes trained on you, watching as spit begins to spill at the corners of your mouth, creating a ring around his cock every time he pulled your head back and forth. He was simply addicted.

“This….” He’s cut off as you straighten your tongue out, allowing him to begin to sink in the tightness of your throat. “O-oh f-fuck….” He shudders out through clenched teeth, the words aggressive. “T-this is so much better than any fucking drug I’ve done.” He huffs out.

His hands continue to press down. His head falling backwards once more as he uses your mouth. When the head of his cock finally slips past the tight ring of your throat he lets out a moan that is so wicked it has you echoing him. You let out a sound that is between a gag and a moan, it’s debauched. Porn worthy.

His head snaps back forward watching you with a dark look. When he sees that you don’t pull away, and instead look up at him- taking more of him in your throat without the push of his hands- he laughs. It’s a soft sound, one of awe, shock and pride.

“Takin’ me so well…so fuckin’ well.” He says, punctuating his words by returning his hands to the back of your head forcing you all the way down. With your nose pressed into the coarse hairs of his pubic bone your eyes roll back into your skull as you gag and choke around him.

One of the hands on your head drops to your throat, cradling it- feeling where his cock was nestled. Your nails dig into the flesh of his thighs, the restriction of air leaving your pussy practically weeping onto the couch.

He pulls back, his cock pulling out of your throat in a messy string of saliva and his pre-cum. You gasp and cough, looking up at him with watery eyes. “Y-you’re so big…” you choke out in a raspy whine. He looks down at you with a pout, rubbing his hand over your lips, smearing your spit on your face.

“I know, pretty. But you can take it, yeah?” He says, his hand stopping at your cheek, his thumb rubbing a comforting circle. “Mhm.” You say with a nod leaning into his hand.

He smiles down at you, his hands returning to their position to cradle your head. “Gonna let me cum down your throat like my good whore, huh?” He says, the words down right depraved but he has such a soft and sweet tone it has your brain spinning.

You nod, mouth opening again, tongue stuck out- waiting so patiently for him.

The rapid pace is set instantly. His cock enters your mouth, instantly sliding to the back of your mouth. His cock bullies its way down your throat relentlessly. You swear your throat is going to be permanently molded to the shape of his dick. Your tongue flattens more, licking against his balls every time he sinks you to the base of his cock.

“F-fuck, your fucking throat is so tight.” He almost chokes out, his hands working your face against his cock at a meteoric speed. Any time he felt you gag, it just made him fuck your face harder- and you loved it.

He looks down at you, his head lolled to the size, his gaze hazy. “I needa cum in y-your throat so bad..” he says in almost a pleading whine. The desperate hitch to his voice has your eyebrows turning up and eyes rolling back. You moan and gag around him, an attempt to spur him on.

“S’gonna feel so good, balls deep in your fucking throat.” He rambles, his breathing becoming heavier and his thrusts sloppier. “And you’re gonna swallow it all.” He mumbles, more to himself than you but you moan in agreement. A few more thrusts is all he needed before he’s nearing his limit

“I’m going to fucking c-cum…” he chokes out, in a growl, his hands twisting into your hair, forcing your all the way down his cock- holding you at the base, tongue lapping desperately at his balls. He hunches over you, pressing you deeper into him in ways you didn’t think was possible.

You feel it in an instant, the warm spurts of cum that flow out of him, his hips thrusting in shallow movements as he milks his cock in your throat. Despite gagging and choking around him, you swallow, greedily, trying your best not to waste any last drop.

He pulls you off of him, a filthy web of your saliva and his cum connecting his dick to your lips. You choke and gasp, catching your breath. When you find it, you look to him. He’s smiling wide.

“Damn….” He says, his hand that’s not on your head swipes between you two, collecting some of the fluids that string the two of you together. “Messy lil thing aren’t ya?” He hums, bringing his fingers up to his lips to suck the mixture of your saliva and his cum off his fingers.

You giggle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Not my fault you cum so much.” You tease back. He laughs again hands coming to hold your face, “Uh actually yeah it is…you I think you sucked the soul outta me…” he says, leaning down to kiss you.

It’s messy, but he takes his time, his lips moving in a soft rhythm against yours- almost as if it’s a thanks for the orgasm you gave him.

He pulls back, his hands working to readjust your dress and smooth out your hair. His thumb even swipes under your eyes- a feeble attempt to fix your makeup- but an attempt nonetheless.

You jump when you hear a loud knock on the door, you gasp- knocking the door was unlocked. Nam-Gyu moves himself completely in front of you- shielding you from the door if whoever was knocking happened to barge in. “S’okay.” He soothes, looking back to you. “Locked or not these fucking dumbasses know not to enter in here without me telling them to.” He says with a grin. You giggle, your fingernails still lightly raking against his thighs.

“Hey!” Someone shouts, then another round of knocks. “We got an issue that requires your help out here, boss.” The individual calls. Nam-Gyu groans. “Can it fucking wait?” He calls over his shoulder, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No can do! People out back are trying to lowball us for this batch.” The man calls back. Nam-Gyu looks to the door then back to you. “‘m sorry, princess. Gonna have to take a rain check…” He says, a genuine look of upset in his eyes as he realizes he’s going to have to depart from you.

He reaches down to pull you to stand, kissing you once more. This time it’s slow and deliberate, like he’s trying to memorize the feeling of your lips. You sigh into the kiss, the feeling of his lips on yours makes your body light up in ways you’ve never felt.

He pulls away, working to pull up his pants and boxers, tucking his semi-hard cock into his pants. You look at his cock, pouting, pressing your thighs together. He looks up to you, then down to your thighs. “‘M sorry sweetness, next time it’s all about you. Consider it the last of your payback for leaving me hanging the first time we met.” He says, taking a step back towards you, his hand coming to the back of your neck, pulling you to him and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You coming boss??” The voice calls impatiently from behind the door. “For fucks sake!! Yes. Give me a damn minute.” He yells over his shoulder.

“Wait I don’t have your number. I’m not going to find you again” You say, eyebrows knitted in a worried expression- you lost him once and with dick this good- you couldn’t lose him again.

He finishes up buckling his belt, looking to the wall and into the cracked and dirty mirror that hung there to straighten up his hair. Another loud knock comes at the door. “I’ll be there in a fucking second!” He seethes at the door. “Knock again and I’ll blow your fucking brains out.” He yells in an enraged voice. His face twisted in an annoyed and enraged scowl- a genuine hatred in his eyes that has you scared. The way he was saying it showed that if another knock came, there would be someone’s blood painting the wall.

However, when he turns around to you his face immediately softens. He hurries over to you, his hands cupping your face and shaking his head. “Not gonna have to worry about that, sweet thing.” He coos, brushing your hair, helping to smooth out the evidence of how much he just wrecked you. “I have your number, remember. Promise I’ll text you.” He says with a grin, kissing you once more.

He pulls away, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of cash. He hands you a couple 20’s. “You get home safe. Cabs on me.” He says looking at the bills in your hand before shrugging, placing even more 20’s down into the pile- way more than what you needed for cab fair. “And tomorrow get yourself a gift- on me as well.” He says winking.

Before you can respond he’s walking over to the door of his office and whipping the door open, yelling at the person who was knocking for not having any patience. He pushes the individual who was knocking back from the door way immediately so they wouldn’t see you in your less than appropriate form.

You stand there, heart thudding in your chest as you can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips. You open your phone to many missed messages and calls from your friends. Gathering your things, you call them as you walk out to hail a cab- ready to relay all the details about who exactly gave you the VIP wristband.

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[thanosspills]

THANOS/CHOI SU-BONG HEADCANNONS

NSFW & SFW

SFW:

~ Asks you to paint his nails for him

~ Loves to hug you when you come home, before you leave, pretty much every time he sees you. aggressively but in a sweet way :')

~ Freestyles/raps around the house and when you guys are out walking together ~ Asks for help dying his hair ~ Wants matching tattoos ~ Asks you to come rap/make music with him for fun ~ Runs and kisses you as soon as he's off stage, looks toward you all the time in the middle of performing

~ Takes pictures of you when you're not looking and admires them ~ Finds it so sexy when you wear his clothes and his merch

~ Can never just kiss you on the lips, has to kiss all around your head to your neck

NSFW:

~ Pretty much likes sex exclusively rough but will accommodate and pace himself if you ask

~ Likes to lightly "choke" you but barely squeezes, he just enjoys the view of his hand tattoos and rings on your throat

~ Doesn't let any of you go to waste; after giving head he licks his lips, fingers, your thighs, all of it

~ LOVES EYE CONTACT, he'll force you to look at him, moving your head and lifting up your chin even if you just want to roll your eyes in the back of your head. Also loves to smugly look up at you as he greedily eats you out

~ Praises you, calls you his "good fucking girl" and of course lets out the occasional "fuck, Senõrita"

~ Lowkey likes face-slapping

~ Loves to shove his fingers in your mouth as he gets rougher, especially with the rings

~ Gets a lot more chatty when you're about to cum, encourages and teases you; "Fuck, senõrita" "You're so fucking close" "Make my fucking dick wet, baby" ~ Likes to pick you up and throw you on the bed, loves feeling strong and dominant when he holds you up as you sit on his face

omg thank you guys for reading my first post! I'm still getting the hang of writing NSFW so if you enjoyed this let me know and comment some headcannons of yours!

I feel like when people make these they forget how soft and playful Thanos could be so it kinda bothers me when people portray him as super rough and dominant all the time. Like cmon now Thanos would worship his girl

[your-writer-beta-side-piece]

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR A HWANG JUN HO X OC!!!

HE’S HOME GUYS!

Oh thank GOD! You are an absolute king/queen!!!

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ── ★ h.jh. (prologue)

love at first sight happens between the police officer and a bright, innocent woman. they shared a deep connection that meant they needed each other more than anything, even when they experienced the same nightmare.

⤷ pairing: hwang jun-ho x fem!oc

⤷ genre/tags: fluff, angst, thriller, psychological drama, established relationship, team bonding, financial issues, games, action, betrayal, foreigner!soft!oc, protective!junho

⤷ wc: 400+ words

⤷ note: enjoy my friends! it's a sweet prologue

⤷ language key: korean, english

❰ 2022, SOUTH KOREA. ❱

Summer days open as the letter of a lover, warm words of light radiating onto welcoming skin.

It all happened when a twenty-one-year-old woman visited South Korea for a family vacation. Despite wanting a fun summer break, the language barrier was a challenge. She did her best to communicate with locals in her poor Korean. But there was a moment when she tried buying crepes, and a gentleman approached her. 

“Okay, mama. I’ll meet all of you at the park.” 

A petite beauty named Lilymae Reed or Lily hangs up and finds a cute bakery she wants to try. One of the workers behind the country greets Lily and she greets back. She is in a different country so she must know some Korean language and culture. Lily was born and raised in the States, so there is a major difference. Here comes the hard part. She isn’t sure she can do it herself. 

Unknowingly, the American woman didn’t notice someone came up to her.

“Do you need help, miss?” His deep voice erupts her concentrated yet anxious thoughts. Lily jolts a little and turns to her left. She expected to be some other man, but this man was super handsome. He has warm brown eyes like he could put her into a trance, a tall stature, onyx hair set over his forehead, perfect facial structure, and dressed in casual clothes. He looks like a model, but he is a regular person. 

Lily stutters, “O-Oh, um! I don’t know Korean.” She gestures with her mouth and ears and uses her index fingers to create an X. Good thing, the stranger understood what Lily meant. He picked up quicker than a tiger. 

The Korean man apologizes, “My bad. I can speak some English but not fluently.” He changes languages which surprises the foreigner. His heart fluttered when he saw her cute expression, which never happened to him before. The stranger kindly tells Lily, “I can help you order.” 

She responds, “Of course! Thank you so much!” The petite girl has him join the line. Soon enough, they reach the register and the Korean man orders Lily’s four crepes. The worker gives the total amount and when she is about to pay, he stops her. “I can do it. If that's good with you.” He offers his help. Lily’s eyes bulge in shock. How is someone so handsome can be this loyal? She nods her head to let him do it. 

Once the gentleman takes the sweet treats and gives them to Lily, they leave the bakery. 

“Thank you again. I’m Lily, by the way.” She appreciates him and says her name. Lily offers her hand for a handshake. The charming man brings a smile to his face. “You’re welcome. I’m Jun-ho. Nice to meet you.” He gently takes her hand into his grasp. 

From that very precious moment, their love story began. 

series masterlist | one

[saymio]

⤷┆ MASTERLIST

𓂃𓈒 welcome to saymio's matserlist. i hope you enjoy my fics, almost all my content will contain NSFW and/or dark themes and are fem!reader. MDNI

SQUIDGAME

MALE CHARACTERS

.ᐟ Hwang Inho hcs smut

.ᐟ Thanos hcs smut

.ᐟ Kang Daeho hcs smut

.ᐟ The Salesman hcs smut

.ᐟ Silent Obsession: Hwang Inho smut

.ᐟ Little Girls Shouldnt Be Out Alone: The Salesman smut

FEMALE CHARACTERS

.ᐟ Guns Aren't Toys: Kang Noeul smut

ᵎᵎ... there seems to be nothing else...come back later for more content ...ᵎᵎ

[mzllsit]

ᯓ “THE CUT THAT ALWAYS

BLEEDS” ۶ৎ

“if youre gonna leave, better leave, better do it fast. cant live another minute bleeding from my back.”

BY @MZLLSIT. ᥫ᭡

PAIRING. kang dae-ho & reader.

FANDOM. squidgame (seasontwo.) ꪆৎ

T!W. blood, violence, character death, language, dying!reader, heavy angst.

GENRE. fluff, angst, no smut.

SUMMARY. ᝰ.ᐟ making it to the final three with dae-ho and nam gyu was something you would never expected, let alone having your death on the brink of an eye at that dinner table due to the last game which left you half dead. wound to your stomach, you knew you weren’t going to make it out alive, and you couldn’t find the words to tell dae-ho until he found out himself.

𝜗 AUTHORS NOTE!!! ᯓ u guys asked so u shall receive a daeho fic hes such a cutie and i had no idea how to write a smut fic for him so heres a cute and tragic one for u of course!!!!! im writing a huge salesman and reader fic rn thats literally bigger than my normal fics so its gonna be another few days before i finish it im sorry okay. calm down. till then feed on this, and thank u all so fucking much for 200 followers big kisses for all u filthy readers.. just joe king. >ᴗ< enjoy!!!!

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sitting at that table made your skin crawl. bile burnt your throat, forehead beaded slightly with sweat while the pink guards began to role in a tray that left a strong, delicious scent around the room. candles were lit around the triangle shaped table where small bouquets of flowers were aligned neatly to suit the beautiful atmosphere that they attempted in making.

yet no poofy flowers or red wine could hide away from the death and violence that suffocated the air you struggled to breathe in. one of your hands clutched your lower abdomen in pain, tears battled and burned your eyes to the point you looked down to see the bottom of your white button up was stained red with your blood that dribbled slowly from your open wound. you attempted to stitch it up in the bathroom just an hour before with a thread from your shirt and a switchblade but to no surprise, it couldnt hold on, now you were slowly being drained of your blood.

taking the napkin from beside your plate you quickly shoved it up your shirt, keeping the paper there against your wound which made you hiss at how the thin paper stuck to the edges of your open skin, earning a glance from the other remaining players on either side of you.

nam-gyu sat in his chair to your left, pushing his greased hair behind his ear, using a hand to adjust his black bow tie that sat under his collar. the silver cross around his neck caught your eye as it belonged to his friend, thanos, you knew of him. purple hair, enthusiastic and constantly high of whatever pills that were held in that necklace around nam-gyu’s. he tried flirting with you in the series of games before his death, yet you definitely werent in the mood for a cracked up nut job to hit on you while you were fighting for your life in this shithole. now here his friend sat across the long table, blood stained his cheek as he grinned at seeing your pale face. these games turned him into a bigger psychopath than he already was as he twisted the dinner fork in his palm. hm, how ironic.

to the left side of the table sat dae-ho, who’s eyes you found were already on you, eyes big and puppy like while he stared at you for longer than he shouldve. his hair sat just above his shoulders, yet still short enough to tickle the back of his neck. the suit he wore made him look more manly, intoxicating. hell, if he wasnt already attractive to you before he definitely was now. tie loose around his collar, you watched as the guard set a plate infront of him, a silver topper covering whatever was underneath.

next, the guard placed the silverware infront of you, letting the lid to reveal an on-bone ribeye steak, its content steamed and sizzled, appearing to be fresh. you inhaled the smell, only for your stomach to twist and churn to where vomit began to rise in your throat.

it was like dae-ho could feel the way your body functioned because his eyes widened at the way your face drained in its colour, bringing one hand to your mouth to swallow down the burning acid that rose from your empty stomach. dae-ho stood up from his chair, panic laced his pretty features before a guard stepped infront of him, standing firm against his relation.

“sir, please sit and eat your meal.” a low voice demanded from behind the past to which dae-ho stood at his feet for a few seconds in anger, pulling his chair across the floor to scoot a little closer to yours but just not enough for the guard to comment on it.

nam-gyu watched from his seat, chuckling lowly to himself, bringing his fork to his mouth and chewed on the steak. you made the mistake of catching his eye while he ate, stopping in his tracks to give you a glare that almost made the vomit rose again in your throat, tearing your eyes back down to stare at your own food. your hands trembled, reaching over and taking the silverware between your fingers as you cut through the tender flesh of the steak to bring it up to your chapped lips, slowly chewing on its saltiness.

at this point, dae-ho had no choice but to eat, being smart enough to know that the next game definitely required them to enter with a full belly if they even had a chance of winning. yet, you were also smart enough to know that no luxury meal was going to magically heal your bleeding stomach. a miracle was going to have to happen if you were gonna walk out of this room alive without dying of bloodloss.

you chewed again, slowly and careful, taking a hand to grip the glass of wine beside you to drink it content, a cold and bitter taste ran harshly down your throat. if you were to eat anymore you would probably throw it back up again so your placed your knife and fork over the steak that looked barely touched compared to nam-gyu’s and dae-ho’s empty plates. you were like a fucking zombie lost in the herd.

the room felt larger than usual without the triangle table to sit in the middle. each of your beds were up against the wall, yours was closest to the door where nam-gyu’s was opposite yours from across the room, dae-ho’s inbetween.

pressing your knees against your chest, you rested your chin against the cold steel frame of the small bed, the blanket covered your cold feet while you stared ahead of you. nam-gyu stared back, twisting his steak knife between his finger, not once looking away as he smiled at you with all his teeth that it made you shiver. if infection or bloodloss wasn’t going to kill you, he definitely was. i mean, who wouldnt? youre the weakest one out there three due to your wound, you could barely even stand up from your chair let alone fight these two men twice your height and body mass. that’s when you knew. you knew you were going to die, and despite it scaring the shit out of you, you were self aware at knowing nothing was going to stop that happening.

your eyes felt heavy, probably exhaustion since you havent slept a second since you arrived in the pits of hell, and you were terrified to fall asleep knowing that you definitely werent going to wake up. so, you took off your suit jacket, laying it over your chest like a blanket, keeping your own knife close, not like it was going to do anything. but still. hope was at grasp, right?

“hey..” your name was called from beside you, forcing you to grasp your blade in your palm and bringing it up in the direction the voice came from. there stood dae-ho, soft eyed despite the fact you held a blade toward him which you immediately brought back down when you saw his face. he could even be here to kill you and you’d still feel happy at his presence, and with the look on his face, he knows that only one of you is making it out of here.

“you hardly touched your food.” he whispered, taking one step closer to you at a time, cautious to not spook you away when he sat at the end of your bed staring at his palms that now sat in his lap.

“wasnt hungry.” you mumbled, voice low and drained compared to your usual bubbly personality. if you looked at him, you know you would cry, so you kept your head down and bit the skin under your nails nervously. a hand came to your leg, warmth shot to your stomach as his palm stroked comfortably up and down your leg which you felt soothed your anxiety immediately.

“dae-ho.” feeling lightheaded, you clutched at your stomach under your jacket. “sit with me, please.”

almost immediately he crawled from the end of the bed up to your side, his knees brushed yours as he took one hand around the side of your shoulder to lay your head onto his. tears battled your eyes, forcing your teeth to chew down on your bottom lip to stop them from falling. the last thing you wanted was for him to see you cry. you hated feeling vulnerable. couldn’t stand the idea of it. and yet, that’s all you felt in this situation with his arm wrapped around you, chin resting atop of your head as it laid on his hard chest.

a glisten hurt your eyes, turning your head to see the switch blade tight in his grip and you recoiled against his body immediately, chest heaving in fear to which he shushed you, shaking his head quickly. “no no, im not using it on you!” he whispered, now resting it in his lap to raise his hands in defence.

hearing his words slowed down your racing heart, looking into his eyes to see his own fear shining behind his big brown ones. he was frightened just at the sight of your panic, ashamed his own actions made you feel as though he was going to hurt you, fuck, he wanted to hit himself for even putting that thought in your head. his warm hand rested ontop of yours, his other cradled the soft skin of your cheek and you immediately leaned into the touch.

“look, we can kill that bastard, you hear me?” he nodded his head over in nam-gyu’s direction to where he rested, his head against his knees with a knife at his side. he must have extreme confidence in his safety to be sleeping in these conditions. the thought of even dozing off made you physically ill. “hes a fucking psychopath with some serious blood on his hands, he doesn’t deserve that money at all. not even in the fucking slightest!” dae-ho bit out, vein tickling in anger along his jawline while he stared at the boy’s sleeping figure.

again, he took the blade in his hand looking as though steam was about to come out of his head when he tried to rise to his feet. every part of your body wanted nam-gyu dead just as much as dae-ho. but still, you pulled down at his trouser leg and his eyes met yours, tears glistening behind them while you stared up at him with plead. “p-please, just stay here for a little.” sighing, you laid your head back against the wall that your bed propped against, feeling the mattress shift in the weight change and he sat beside you again, shoulder to shoulder, fingers interlinked with yours.

“do you miss your sisters?” every inch of your body burned in pain, hand still clutching your stomach to where they grew wet with blood overtime. still, your smile was small at just feeling his warm aura radiating from his body. he rested his head back the same was yours was, staring up at the tall ceiling and he chuckled softly at your question.

“yeah, a lot.” he whispered, a strand of hair falling over his forehead gracefully. “my eldest one is pregnant, her due date is next month actually.”

“youre lucky, i always wanted a sibling growing up.” you smiled at the memory of you rubbing your mums stomach, talking against the bump as your mum stroked your hair. “i was close to my wish at one point.”

“really? how do you mean?”

“when my mum went into labour, they found out her umbilical cord was around the babies neck so they had to preform an emergency c-section.” your voice croaked, yet you coughed over it to hide your shaky tone. “she died in childbirth. and so did the baby.” you felt him turn his head to look at you in the corner of you eye. it made your body slump, avoiding eye contact as you continued to keep your head staring up. he knew better than to give you the typical pity apology at bringing up such a traumatic memory, he was more emotionally intelligent than that. so instead he squeezed your hand. three times.

“when we get out of here, ill take you to meet my sisters.” this time, you did turn your head to look at him just at his words. “i promise. fuck, my youngest would love you.” he laughed softly, his eyes had that sweet and puppy like look that made your heart wrench.

“how old is she?” you laughed with him despite how bad it made your stomach pull at the pressure it applied on your wound.

“twelve.” now that made your gut fill with guilt. this man has a family at home. waiting. probably worried and wondering about his whereabouts while hes inside this place, fighting every second for his life and constantly faced with the brink of death. where as for you, your dad dropped you months before you ended up in here. you were living in a fucking abandoned van everyday just so you wouldnt freeze to death, barely even affording food let alone providing for seven other people. that’s when you felt every urge of protection for the soul sat admiring you at your side. he had to make it out. you were going to make sure of it. he deserved that money far more than you and nam-gyu combined.

suddenly, a cry left your lips. a painful burn shot straight from your stomach and up to your chest to where you whimpered out as you folded over to grip both of your arms around the area, blood now spread along them. dae-ho shot up from his daze to your side, one hand rubbed your back while he craned his head down to see your face. tears fell into your lap and soaked your dark trousers as you sobbed quietly only for you both to hear.

“h-hey, youre scaring me.” dae-ho barked out from beside you, fear lacing his now sharp tongue to the point he took his palm and lifted up your head with a firm force.

mouth gaping open, he stared at your red stained shirt to where you slowly took your trembling hand from its position to reveal the deep, oozing cut that had your blood dripping onto the bedsheets bellow you.

“no, no..” he mumbled out from a shaky exhale, his once soft, baby eyes were now replaced with wide, frightened ones. “when did y-you get hurt?” he cried out above you as you grew limp against the wall, slowly sliding down it to lay your head one the thin pillow while your eyes lashes fluttered. again, he called out your name, this time loud enough to wake nam-gyu yet he didnt care, taking either side of your face in his palms as he shook you awake.

“fuck! f-fuck.. someone help me!” his head yanked to look at the metal doors, screaming to the point his shaking voice echoed around the large abis of the room. taking of his jacket, he pressed it firmly against your leaking abdomen. you were now looking at him through half open eyes, bringing up a pointed index finger to push a fallen strand of hair back behind his ear. his tears fell to drip onto your face as he kissed the back of your palm through his sobs.

“promise me.” it took everything out of your half dead body to push those words out, now letting your eyelashes flutter close comfortably. “p-promise me youll look after my father.” you spoke a shy of a mumble, barely loud enough for him to get over his cries and yet he gripped your hand even tighter against his cheek.

“n-no.. don’t you fucking dare!” he bit out through his trembling lip, turning his head again to scream for a doctor. nobody was coming. you knew that. he cries made you want to cradle him in your arms, the same way hes doing now. holding your life at the shear end of his finger tips. “open your e-eyes! youre making it o-out of here, okay? ive got you..”

there, he released your hand from his grip to charge his way toward the double door, using his fist to bang against the hard steel that left his knuckles split with the amount of force he used. “someone.. f-fucking help her!” dae-ho barked out through his weary tears, only to be met with the large fud of something drop to the floor.

and before he could turn around, a heard of guards entered from the now open doors and dae-ho sighed in relief at seeing that square mask pass his figure. although, behind followed a box. black attire daunting his eyes followed with the baby pink bow on top as the cart they carried it with beeped him out of the way. he turned around.

now, nam-gyu straddled over your body on the floor, face painted in your crimson as so was his suit. your eyes were shut, but your throat seaped with a cut directly along its throat. including your chest. and your shoulder. and another through the heart where the blade sat through. there you laid, dead and buried below the man who’s head turned to look back at dae-ho when the guards shoved him off you, leaving him at his knees while they gently took you up into their arms before lowering you into your coffin.

immediately, dae-ho tried to run for you, yet a large palm from behind kept him where he was. a guard wrestled his yelling figure to the floor, pushing his knee against his head to keep him in place while his tear came to run down his cheeks to create a puddle on the floor he was pinned against. gently, he called your name through a whisper, watching as the guard lifted your coffin back onto the carrier, driving away with you inside. scared. alone. and without him to save you. he could’ve saved you, if only he didnt leave you for that short scene of time, he believed you’d still be alive.

but you werent. and he believed it was all his fault that you were fucking dead and off to bed buried for fucking decoration. all. his. fault.

“i-i promise..” he whispered through his loud sobs, arms coming to cradle either side of himself, rocking back and forth against the cold floor.

alone.

[runawayonryo]

shot in the dark (gi-hun x fem reader)

((can make male version/other character versions if requested. btw requests are open fore everyone!!))

Warnings: blood & violence, crude humor, adult language, serious ingury, angst, reader gets hurt, fluff, eventual smut ;) , unprotected sex, handjob, blowjob, oral sex

characters: seong gi-hun, random assholes, sangwoo (shortly), you

alternate timeline: the squidgames were terminated and you didn’t return.... or did you?

(since i always recommend songs to listen to whilst reading this...)

this times song recommendation: https://youtu.be/8LvAiJYKoSM

this fic is kinda long so let’s goooo

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“i don’t have your money!” the man’s grip on your shoulders pressed against the wall became stronger. the man had two apprentices behind him watching.

“you had three fucking months!” tears formed at the corners of your eyes. You could barely move since you were forced against a wall, a gun pointed at your chest. One hand touching the cold brick wall, and the other, behind you gripping your phone. You were on your way home to see your boyfriend gi-hun and his daughter ga-yeong. But were stopped by loansharks and now, you’re stuck in this awful position. As if struck by an idea, you carefully looked down at your phone while the man in front of you was focussed on his apprentices bahind him (still holding the gun against your chest).

You quickly dialed gi-hun’s number, praying he’d pick up.

*ringing*

“come on....” you thought. *ringing* after what felt like an eternitly he picked up. You didn’t say a word, instead moved your hand behing your back and started crying out loud. The man turned back to you and pushed the gun further into your chest. His index finger was resting on the trigger, one wrong move, and you’re fucked. “shut up bitch! i want my money, now!”

“i don’t have your money!” you prayed silently that gi-hun was listening and picked up on what was going on. Your house was only a block away so if you could run, you’d be home in two minutes. But you can’t.

“you promised you’d have it!” one of his hands on the gun, the other resting on your throat now. you gasp for air before he slowly starts choking you. “b..bitch” you whisper. “well if you don’t have our money, you can pay with your body....” he mumbled. “i’m n.. *gasp* a prostitude!” is was a sturggle to breathe. But it was still possible. “i don’t mean that. *chuckle*”

He releases his hand from your neck, gun still pointed at your chest he draws a knife from his pocket and points it at your abdomen.

“you can pay with your body, your kidney would be worth ₩700.000″

Now your panicking. Where is gi-hun when you need him most?? But, you’Re also glad he isn’t there... before anything happens to him. You start shaking and you feel the tip of the knife piercing through your jacket. “pp..please!” you start crying. “shhhhh it’s gonna hurt more if yo-” *gunshot*

you quickly look up and see one of the apprentices on the ground, the other running off. “gi-hun!” you practically scream. There he was, gun pointed at the man in fornt of you, and in the other hand, his phone still connected to yours.

He looked like the badass hero in a movie, and he deserves that title you thought. “let her go...” he stated ready to shoot the man’s brains out. The man turns around and looks at you, finger stil resting on the trigger. Then he looks back at your boyfriend. “*laughs* is this some sort of joke or something?”

“no i-” gi-hun was interrupted “seong gi-hun? seriously?” the man chuckled. “dude, i’m not here to play around, let her go. now.” gi-hun said slightly pushing the trigger, but not enough for it to activate yet. The man smiled. “alright...” slowly removing the gun from your chest and turning towards gi-hun.

“you can have your bitch...” he said followed by “but not alive...” in a millesecond he turns around and shoots your chest. You quickly gasped as you slid down the wall now sitting on the ground. The gunshot was followed by another from gi-hun’s gun and it struck the man’s throat making him fall to the ground. Gi-hun stormed towards you thtowing away his gun and pressing his free hand against the wound to prevent bloodloss. “p..please stay with my y/n..” he stuttered seeing him kneeled in front of you dialing an ambulance with his phone staring into your soul with the adorable puppydog eyes, made your heart melt. Was this it? Was this oyur final moment with gi-hun?

Your vision blurred as the quiet sound of sirens came closer before you shut your eyes.

“y/n...?” you heard a raspy quiet voice. As you slowly opened your eyes, you were nearly blinded by bright white lights. You look over to your side to see gi-hun sitting on a chair next to you. “shit... thank god... i..i tought..” tears were pouring down his cheeks before he could finish his sentence. You smile at him. “they had to perform surgery on your left oblique fissure..” ((part of the lung. google it. brother is a doctor so he helped me with this one haha))

“g..gi-hun?” you mumble through your respirator. “yes?” he asks holding one of your hands. “i...it hurts” you quietly cry. you could see the pain in gi-hun’s eyes. “i know baby... i’ll.. i’ll get a nurse...”

Weeks passed as you started recovering pretty well. After thee weeks you were sent home under occaisional supervision. Most activities impossible for you since you are bedbound. A nurse would come over every two days to change the bandage on your chest. Gi-hun was always there to help. He’d cook for you, wash you and treat you like a queen. “tt.thank you honey” you said as he brought your meal into the bedroom. “don’t thank me. i should thank you for staying so strong despite everything” your cheeks turned bright red as you slowly tried to lean up for a kiss. But you failed as the pain became to much. “oh shit be careful... he gasped and he helped you to lay back down. He leaned in for a kiss and you happily accepted it. Since he was standing right next to you, and you were laying on the bed, he was at perfect hight for...

“fuck baby...” he looked down to see your hand gently rubbing his clothed boner. “we can’t do this ye-” his words were interrupted by a slight groan. You chuckle at his reaction to your touch. “do i look like i care?” you whisper. He slowly leans back up and looks down at you. You move your hand to his waistband slowly pulling down his pants and boxer shorts. “baby i really don-” “we can be careful” you mumbled before his boner sprung free.

“please.. i don’t think this is a good ide- fuck” he was interrupted by your lips on the tip of his cock. His head fell back slightly as he moved his hand onto your head carefully playing with your hair as you work your way down his length. Your tounge swirled around the tip of his cock on your mouth as his moans and groans grow louder and raspier. He slowly pulled at your hair, removing your mouth from his cock. You look up at him with an innocent look. He chuckles as he carefully crawls on top of you spreading kisses around your neck. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this. But if you’re careful... you should be fine.

“as much as i want to see your beautiful...” he stutters. “tits?” you ask. “well you can also say that yeah... i’d personally say breasts...” he chuckled. He was used to your adult language. That’s just the way you express things...

“anyway... i won’t take your shirt off... i don’t want to hurt you...” “alright gi-hun” he continues to spread kisses and slight licks across your neck and his fingers play with the waistband of your pants. He couldn’t help but moan occaisionally as his cock grinds against your thigh. As his fingers get a firm grasp on your pants, he starts pulling them down. After leaning up and removing himself from your neck, he completley removes your pants and scoots back a little.

His fingers danced around your inner thigh making your grow needier by the second. “gi-hun please....” you whine. His finger move up to pull down your undies as he’s faced with your wet core. He looks up at your for a second as he starts kissing the inside of your thigh, his hands resting under your knees keeping your legs spread. His kisses move closer to your greedy pussy as he stops. His warm breath against your needy core made you whine and grow even needier. “don’t move too much alright? don’t want you to get hurt...” “gi-hun please!” he chuckles. “please what?” “for fuck sake gi-hun! please!” you whine. He chuckles again “alright princes... i’m sorry” he mumbles as he sinks his face into your folds. You tried not to scream his name. It’s been long since you were intimate with him and you needed this more than anything. But after a long lick from your hole to your aching clit, you can’t control it anymore. “fuck gi-hun!” you pratically scream as tears form in your eyes. His slow licks grow needier as he focusses his licks on your clit. He enjoyed this as much as you did. He slowly moves one of his hands away from your knee and towards your aching pussy. You start shaking not knowing, if you can handle that much stimulation. Your toes curl as he slowly inserts two fingers into you and beginns to figer-fuck you whilst his tounge is still working on your clit. “fucking hell...” you while as you start grinding against him. He chuckles at your reaction, his deep voice sending vibrations trough your body as he stimulates you. He slowly adds another finger to fuck you. “god damm it... gi-hun i’m.. c..” you whine. before you finish, your body hits you with an unreal feeling of pleasure. It’s so storng, you swear so saw stars. As you start coming down from your orgasm, your body tenses up again as gi-hun gives your pussy a final lick to taste your sweet juices. He slowly removes his fingers and comes back up to give you a heartwarming kiss. “i’ve missed how you taste...” he whispered into your ear.

He starts groaning into your neck as your hand plays with his cock. You stroke his length as you line it up with your entrence. with a singe thrust, his cock is twitching inside your pussy. You moan as he slowly beginns pounding into your core. He rests his arms between your wait and your arm laying on the bed. “w...we have to be careful” he mumbles as he groans in between words.

His thrusts are slow and steady. Normally, his pace would have been faster and rougher, but he made sure he wouldn’t hurt you. His face hovering above your, he leans in further locking lips with yours. His forehead was sweating as he tried not to cum too early. He removes his lips from yours as he rests his face between your neck and shoulder. “fuck.. i’ve missed this so damn much” he moaned into your neck as he bites down slightly making you moan as a response. You felt another orgasm approach as your moans grew louder. His thrusts still slow, but becoming sloppier. “fuck gi-hun... i’m coming” you whimper as your body hits you with that feeling again. Mere seconds later gi-huns moans grew so loud, it sounded like he hasn’t ever had sex before. “fuck...” he whines before his body stiffins and he releases inside you.

He leans back and pulls out. He admires his work for a minute before looking up at you. He chuckled at your fucked-out state as he says:

“c’mon sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up”