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wherein sub!nam-gyu secretly craves punishment and waits for his girlfriend to take the bait.
cws: nsfuu, misogynistic undertones (jerk nam-gyu 🙄), handjob (male receiving), public sex, femdom, begging&humiliation knk, overstimulation, implied relationship, use of doll, noona, & bitch. proceed with warning!
a/n: sooooo much love for subgyu 😋
"the little bitch should've died on the first goddamn game!" your boyfriend continued his loud rant to your group about a fellow survivor of the games. "i swear, her teeny, tiny voice irks the fuck out of me."
you rolled your eyes before turning away and taking a bite of the rice provided by the guards. thanos laughed and added his own thoughts on the female survivors, making gyeong-su laugh and minsu shift from his seat uncomfortably.
nam-gyu faked a laugh as he glanced at your unbothered expression, watching you eat silently with se-mi. his smile dropped as he licked his teeth at the disappointment of not catching your attention. "yeah, yeah, an' you remember the group of girls that got fuckin' killed? can't believe they didn't think of having a man in their group. just stupid of them, really," he added, laughing in between his words.
your chews were hard as you pretended not to listen in on their conversation. it was obvious to you that nam-gyu just wanted to piss you off after you told him off to leave player 222 alone from his judging whispers. you knew that he was just an observant person as is, but the problem was how badly he couldn't mind his own fucking business, even from when the two of you were outside the games.
"if it were up to me, i'd kill her myself—"
"nam-gyu." your head was now turned to face him, voice low and harsh at the call of his name. "shut up."
he held a breath at your sudden snap as he felt warmth blooming from his chest upon hearing his name fall from your lips. your furrowed eyebrows and sharp, glaring eyes were so attractive, and your frowning lips were so, so pretty. you were finally talking to him!
nam-gyu then grinned widely, letting his head tilt to the right. "what for, doll?" he asked, the inner of his eyebrows raised to taunt you further. "those little bitches were fucking worthless, you know."
you grit your teeth and stood up, others in your group watching as you placed your food down, mumbling something to se-mi about watching over it before heading to your bunk at the very corner of the room without a word. nam-gyu let out a loud laugh mixed with excitement and nervousness as he stood and rushed after you, his words continuing to piss you off.
"what, you mad? you're mad over some bitch?" nam-gyu continued from behind you, hands in his pockets with his lips tugged to the side in a smirk.
upon reaching your bunk, you turned to face him so suddenly that his taller figure almost bumped into you, his face appearing surprised for a second. "you really don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you?"
nam-gyu gave you a sly grin, the apples of his cheeks nearly closing his eyes as his shoulders shook up teasingly. "what're you gonna do about it, doll? can't shut me up, can you? 'cus you know that bitch—"
"sit." your head turned to point at the bed, making nam-gyu look down at you in amusement.
with a fake offended scoff, he pulled his hands from his pockets and sat at the edge of the bed. "what now, boss?" asked him.
"lie down."
nam-gyu bit his bottom lip in excitement as he followed your order, eyes wide and shiny as he used his elbows to move himself to lie down on the pillow of your bunk. "mmh, you gonna let me fuck you, noona?"
you moved to straddle his hips, his hands immediately reaching for yours. you held his face with one hand and gripped on it, angry eyes looking down on his love-drunk ones. "no touching," you said. nam-gyu nodded and clenched his hands into fists as he kept them still against his sides, awaiting for your next move.
"ah, ahn! doll, w-wait," whined nam-gyu, glossed eyes looking up at you as your fist clenched and moved skillfully on his cock underneath his drawls.
"do your worst," he smirked.
you were on your side, back facing the open space to hide his blushed, shaking figure as you used your hand to jerk him off. the lights were now off with only the golden light emitted from the hanging piggy bank as the light source. the other players now kept to themselves and indulged in slumber to prepare for tomorrow's game, while you listened in on your boyfriend's heavy breaths and the wet squelches of skin.
your hand was sticky from the spit, sweat, and cum from his previous orgasms. it was an honest surprise to see him hard despite cumming twice. his cock twitched as you squeezed ever so slightly, a moan leaving your boyfriend's mouth.
"noona," he whispered, his face scrunched up in pleasure as his hands gripped on the white sheets underneath you, still forbidding him from holding you. "noona, noona, please," he whimpered.
your eyebrow raised in satisfaction as you hummed at him in response. "what is it, nam-su?" you asked teasingly.
"g-gyu!" he corrected you, a gasp leaving him so suddenly as you pressed your thumb on the bulbous head of his cock. "nam-gyu, it's nam-gyu, noona," he added, eyes low as he looked at your hand going up and down from his shaft, another moan bubbling from his chest.
"nam-gyu." you whispered to his ear, pretending to use his correction into use.
"yes, yes," he nodded slightly at your call. "yes?"
"what do you want, nam-gyu?" you asked again, closing your fist on his tip, earning yet another whine from him.
"s-stop," he stuttered, teeth biting down to his bottom lip, nearly enough to bleed. "please, noona, it's too much."
you smirked, staring into his blown-out pupils that gave you a pleading look through his eyelashes. "do you think you deserve it?" you asked, hands moving to squeeze on his balls before going up to his dick again.
"yes," he breathed out, whether from agreement or pleasure, you didn't know. nam-gyu's hand moved up shakily to reach for your moving wrist, before slamming down on the mattress with a soft thud.
"really?" you said, tucking your head in the nape of his sweaty neck that had stray hair stuck to it and giving it a small kiss. nam-gyu closed his eyes in pleasure, feeling his climax nearing. "you think little bitches who hate on women deserve to get what they want?" you mocked, your tongue moving from his collarbone to his jaw.
"sorry," nam-gyu whimpered, voice barely above a whisper.
you loosened your grip, making his eyes open. "what was that?" you asked, hand slowly pulling away from his green pants.
"no, no! noona, no, please," nam-gyu pleaded, his huge hand gripping on your wrist to stop it from leaving his crotch.
"i thought you wanted me to stop, nam-gyu?"
"no, i'm sorry, please," he said. "i'm sorry f-for everything i said. i won't do it again, please," he added.
you bit your lip to hold back a smile, pressing your chest against his. nam-gyu gulped and held your wrist tighter, the cold feeling of his silver ring digging into your skin. "i'm so sorry noona, please forgive me? please, doll," he continued. "noona, i'm sorry."
nam-gyu started pulling your wrist slowly to where he wanted you, eyes looking up at you pathetically. "please, just—one last, one more, noona, i'll be good."
ignoring his pleas, you pulled your wrist, only to be stopped again by his hand. "noona," he whined, breathless. you pulled harder, hand slithering from his grip making him grumble in disappointment. "noona, i'm sorry, please."
you continued to ignore him, placing your hand just above his crotch before licking up at his neck, tasting his formed sweat. "fuck, come on, already," he whined.
"bitches don't get what they want, nam-su."
"gyu—!" he whimpered, feeling a deep weight in his chest upon not getting what he desperately needs. "i-i'm," he gulped. "i'm sorry, i'm really, so sorry," he pleaded, hips bucking up to feel any kind of friction.
you grazed your teeth over his soft skin, making him shudder. "so sorry, noona. please forgive me, i'm sorry," he continued, breathing through his nostrils harshly to release frustration. "noona, please touch me, i'm fucking sorry."
without a warning, you pressed down his lower stomach and dug your teeth into his neck, sure to form marks. nam-gyu moaned, his hand slapping against his mouth immediately to muffle himself. "noona," he groaned, eyes glossing over the pain and pleasure. "i'm sorry, your bitch is sorry," nam-gyu rambled, heavy breaths released in between every word.
you chuckled lowly and raised your head to meet his eyes. "you're really sorry, huh?" you teased.
nam-gyu nodded frantically, tears threatening to fall from his half-lidded eyes. "yes, yes, i am. i'm a bitch, i'm sorry. sorry, noona." licking your lips, you let your hand slide under his boxers to give feather-light touches on his twitching dick. "yes, that's it, i'm really fucking sorry."
"you're a little bitch," you mumbled into his ear, then moved your head to give his sweaty temples a kiss. "you got it?"
"yes." nam-gyu answered then gulped once more, smiling at the feeling of pleasure that he's been begging for. "i am, 'm yours," he added.
you quickened your pace, the mixed fluids acting as the perfect lube for you to do so. nam-gyu mewled at the simultaneous attention to his cock and balls, drool trailing down a corner of his mouth. "noona," he moaned, hand holding on to your arms as they moved. "you're so good, noona."
you hummed at his praise, eyebrows furrowing to focus on making him finish. his cock twitched more frequently, his precum nearly coating your entire hand. "so good!" nam-gyu exclaimed, eyes wide and teary as they darted from your hand on his cock and your eyes. "you're so, ah, pretty, noona, i'm gonna cum," he whimpers.
"already?" you tilted your head, resting it against his side as you listened to his every shaky breath.
"yes, you're so pretty. make me cum, noona," his voice lowered. "please, please, please," he begged. "can i cum?"
you pressed a kiss on his cheek before smiling at him. "cum for me, nam-gyu."
nam-gyu let out a moan, hips thrusting up to meet your quick strokes. "yes—yes, i'm gonna—" he stumbled over his words, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation. "'m cumming, noona!" he mewled. you squeezed your hand under the head of his cock as his cock released ropes of cum, landing on his pants and stomach, challenging the length of the happy trail leading up his belly button.
strained noises fell from his lips, his eyes stilling at the top of his head as he breathed heavily. the last of his cum fell on your hand, your last strokes post orgasm making his breath shudder.
you gave him a moment to breathe, kissing his cheek and temple in silence before bringing your hand to your mouth to taste him. nam-gyu opened his eyes to look at you, his fucked-out face grinning at the sight. "you're fucking amazing."
Most are gender neutral, but some are implied AFAB!
Idc if this is considered ooc its very in character for me.. </3
Longer oneshots this time!
I know, I know.. I said I'd write for Min Su next.. like.. 6 months ago, I swear I've made progress on that too, trust ;(
Writing oneshots like this is very out of the norm for me, ignore any flaws/weird layouts I promise they'll improve in the future!
NSFW Below the cut!
➣Starting off strong, Nam Gyu is not against the idea of a cuck chair. Doesn't matter if it's you or him in the chair, watching enviously as you tirelessly fuck someone out. He'd rub his thighs together in a pathetic attempt to relieve himself in any way without misbehaving. If you're the one in the chair, you'd be guiding the two on what to do and how to touch each other.
➣Adores being teased in public. Anything from a rub of the thigh at dinner, or 'accidentally' rocking your hips against his suggestively as you squeeze through the crowd.
➣A guilty pleasure of his is public bathroom stalls. The publicity, accompanied by the immense risk that anybody could walk in at any given moment, knowing he'd have to try his best to be silent for you.
➣Bondage. Need I say more? No. But I will anyways. His favorite way to be tied up is with his hands tightly knotted above his head to the headboard. Completely at your submission, entirely trapped under your control with just enough room to squirm and buck his hips into your hand when he gets impatient.
➣At first, you thought he'd never let you do it, but after some convincing, he agreed to try pegging. Can't handle anything big, or barely even average. Most he can take is 4-5 inches, tightly gripping the sheets with a desperate mewl before you're even halfway in.
➣A fantasy of his, one he'd never admit to you, or anybody for that matter; There have been multiple occasions where Nam Gyu has fucked his hand stupid to the thought of you and one of your friends having your way with him. The thought of the two of you laying him on his back drives him crazy, one of you thrusting into him with a strap while the other goes down on him.
➣More vocal in bed than you would expect. One of the whiniest mfs you'll ever meet. When he starts to get close, his moans gradually become sluttier. Whinier. He chokes out a string of weak moans as his tough demeanor slowly unravels right before your eyes.
➣Pain kink. Slap him, pull his hair, hard. Hell, you could even step on him. But his favorite? Goes hand in hand with the bondage. TIGHTEN those restraints. He wants to see his wrists red raw with the imprints of rope/handcuffs the next morning.
➣Owns a bullet vibrator. Not necessarily for you, but for himself. He bought it online out of sheer curiosity and didn't expect to like how it felt as much as he did. Even just gently coasting the small toy up and down his length is enough to have his whole body shaking and his thighs clenching weakly.
➣Loves sending nudes/having phone sex. Doesn't matter where, or when. Pictures, videos, even audios. All you have to do is ask, and it's almost a guarantee he will deliver, no matter how busy he is.
➣Sit on his face. Not hover, sit. His hips involuntarily rock upwards into the air, desperate to relieve his now painful arousal in any way he could. If he's been good, touch him, suck him off, do just about anything while he works his tongue. He'll cum in mere seconds.
➣Doesn't take a lot to make him blush, doesn't matter if its embarrassment, anger, pleasure, flattery, anything. He turns red when you even look at him a certain way.
➣Nam Gyu likes blindfolds. Not too often, but sometimes he's in a certain mood where he feels like he needs the surprise, the small cloth draped over his eyes intensifying each and every touch, the agonizing anticipation of knowing that you were about to touch him, but not knowing when, or where is just what he needs. And loves.
➣Surprisingly low stamina. Of course, he adores when you fuck him past his limit as he damn near cries from the sensitivity of it all, but he starts to really get fucked out around 3-4 rounds tops.
➣Dry humping is easily one of his favorites. Easy, quick, convenient, what more could you want? Only downside is the sticky mess Nam Gyu makes in his pants, every single time without fail. It makes him weak in the knees when you make him straddle one of your thighs, planting your hands on his hips and guiding his every move. Gasping, Nam Gyu grips your shoulders for support, steadily rocking his hips to the rhythm you had set for him; The rhythm you had full power over.
➣He has sensitive nipples, almost overly sensitive. Even lightly grazing your hand over his clothed chest is enough to drag a quiet whimper from him. He shifts his weight on his feet needily, hands sliding to the small of your back with a pleading expression plastered across his face.
➣He loves being counted down to his orgasms. The headrush of adrenaline trying his hardest to take deep breaths and hold out just a few more seconds for you. If he cums too early, he'll just have to try again. No breaks. ;)
I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat.
Respect to all writers!! But pls pls I know tumblr is the homeland for freaks but PLEASE why does every character got to be a crazy aaaa mean/degrading dom like please please 🙏🙏 please make these characters be fluffy sometimes like let’s be so fr nam-gyu would totally be awkwardly social around a person he’d like. He would definitely be touchy, make awkward jokes that aren’t even that funny just so that he could be around that person (I mean just look at him with thanos) and soo much more. like the reader could be breathing normally and all of a sudden I’m being slut shamed 😔😔 like dam 😞 n hey… that’s kind of hurt my feelings..😕
In all honesty, I've never written oneshots before so if this is buns please cut me some slack lmaoo.
Fairly short. Feedback is always welcome!
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➣ Brattiest mf you'll ever get with, especially when you tease him.
➣ Lower body count than he lets on. In no way does that mean he's inexperienced, but definitely only has a few bodies.
➣ His knees get weak when you edge him. He'd practically lay his entire body weight onto you, whining in your ear.
➣ Is an absolute slut for overstimulation, seriously. One of his favorite things ever is when you mercilessly make him cum until he's a begging mess beneath you.
➣ Despite his seemingly composed state, all it really takes to get him to crack is a few neck kisses or even just rubbing up his thigh.
➣ He adores when you mark him up. He'll even purposely wear low-neck shirts the next day as if to put the hickeys on display.
➣ Although he would never admit it, he loves being called a good boy. Nothing gets him closer to the edge quicker than being showered in praise.
➣ Another thing that really turns him on is the idea of being caught; One of your mutual friends walking into you being on top of him,
Nam Gyu pathetically sprawled out across the bed as his needy whines fill the room.
➣ Loves when you watch him jerk himself off, commanding his each and every move.
➣ Absolute munch, if you didn't already assume so. This man will go to the most extreme measures to make sure you feel as good as possible.
➣ Very into breathplay, rather it's covering his mouth with your hand or even choking him, it absolutely drives him crazy.
➣ Will get on your nerves on purpose so you be rougher with him, such as teasing you in public so you'll punish him later on.
➣ Moans like a little bitch when you tug his hair.
➣ He tenses up like crazy when he gets close, firmly grasping anything he can get his hands on to stabilize himself.
➣ Open-minded, there are very few things that he WOULDN'T be willing to try in the bedroom.
➣ Loves when you play with his hair during aftercare.
So sorry that this one isn't gender neutral! Got a request to make a part two to this fic about him returning the favor. ;)
Warnings: Oral (F! Receiving), dry humping, more praise.
Lmk if y'all prefer smut directly below the cut instead of a storyline, I haven't really written much since Wattpad lmao. I'm always open to oneshots/shorter chapters!
Feedback is welcome! Enjoy ;p
You swing the bathroom door open, Dae Ho catching it to follow behind you closely. He either didn't notice or didn't care regarding how painfully obvious he was being with his clinginess.
The both of you part ways towards your beds. Although only a few beds apart, Dae Ho could only think about how nice it would be to still be next to you right now.
You try to ignore the throbbing need between your thighs, hoping you'll eventually drift off to sleep..
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"Fuck, yes." You sigh, tightly gripping Dae Ho's hair, roughly guiding his warm tongue along your folds. He immediately began lapping up every drop of you, savoring the taste with a light suck of your clit. A soft moan leaves your lips as you get closer and closer with each passing moment.
The tightening feeling in your gut growing stronger with each movement of his tongue, you feel yourself on the very edge of sweet release, gasping softly,--
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Suddenly, that familiar, yet taunting trumpeted melody blaring over the loudspeakers rudely awakens you from your slumber. You sit up with a groan, followed by a yawn and stretch.
You sigh, an uncomfortable feeling still pooling in your lower stomach.
You glance over to Dae Ho, who was already looking at you, a small smile forming on his lips before his eyes dart down to his lap.
A loud sigh leaves your lips, rubbing your eyes before placing your head in your hands. You needed him, bad.
"Fuck it." You mutter to yourself quietly, standing up and making your way over to him.
You glance around, scanning for him. He had already moved, now sitting on the front steps of the beds, talking to Jung Bae.
Exhaling softly, you walk up to him, a small smile on your face.
"Dae Ho." You call out, causing his attention to shift to you. His heart skips a beat, still flustered around you after last night.
"Hm?" He hums back in response, unsure if he'd be able to form a sentence without stumbling over his words nervously.
"Can I talk to you?" You request, eyeing him hungrily, as discreetly as you could.
He nods. "Yeah, um.." He pauses briefly before turning to Jung Bae. "I'll be right back, okay?"
Jung Bae nods, looking down to his lap and snickering to himself quietly as you lead Dae Ho back to the bathroom.
Dae Ho follows swiftly behind you, his hands balled into fists at his sides, his breathing already slightly shuddery.
Pushing the bathroom door open, you step inside, glancing around to make sure it was still vacant.
The moment the bathroom door swung shut behind the two of you, your demeanor shifted entirely.
This time you walk right past the sinks and directly into the stall, practically dragging him behind you.
He eagerly followed you into the stall, his eyes scanning you hopefully, watching as you shut and lock the stall door behind you.
He gazes into your eyes, waiting for you to say something. Waiting for you to do something.
"Fuck." You mutter, moving to cup his face in your hands, pulling him into a passionate kiss. You plant your hand against the wall next to his head, your thigh instinctively moving in between his legs.
A breathy noise left his mouth, Dae Ho immediately reciprocating the kiss with equal fervor.
You pull away, gasping softly, your hand reaching for the top of his head, gently pushing him down. He knew just what you were asking of him, slowly sinking to his knees in front of you.
"After last night," You start, moving your hand under his chin to tilt his head up, forcing his eyes to meet yours. "I had a dream about you."
His eyes fixate on you harder, his face slowly reddening as you physically see the realization seep into his expression.
"Let's recreate it, hm?" You laugh softly, sinking down to your knees to be level with him before leaning back against the wall, spreading your legs for him.
"Come here."
He lets out a whimper at the direct request, crawling towards you before settling between your thighs.
His eyes fixate on your clothed heat for a moment, shyly looking up at you before resting his hands on your clothed thighs, gaze averting back down to your body, engraving every single detail of yours into his mind.
Your fingers run through his hair. Gently tangling your fingers in it, you direct his gaze up to meet yours, a quiet noise leaving his lips as you do so.
"In my dream," You start, caressing his face gently with the back of your hand. "You made me feel so fucking good. Do you think you can do that for me?" You smile tauntingly, seduction prominent in your tone as your opposite hand moves to teases yourself over your pants.
His eyes widen softly, continuously glancing between your face and your hand on yourself, nodding slowly, a quiet exhale leaving his lips.
"Oh fuck." He whispers to himself, beginning to slowly tease his hands up and down your thighs.
He instantly obeys with a shaky whimper, his hands reaching the waistband of your pants without another word.
You raise your hips, allowing him to slide down your pants and underwear with ease.
A shuddering sigh leaves Dae Ho's lips as he lays eyes on your bare skin, slowly averting his gaze back to you.
"See how fucking wet you made me?" You hum, running your hand through his hair.
A whimper falls from his lips just at your words, his erection already throbbing uncomfortably in his pants.
You tangle your hand in his hair, slowly guiding him down towards your aching arousal, a quiet moan leaving your lips the moment his tongue was pressed against you.
He slowly drags his tongue along your wet cunt, making his way towards your clit, drawing another breathy noise from you.
With a frustrated sigh, your grip in his hair tightens as you impatiently guide him to your clit.
Dae Ho immediately complies, sloppily kissing and sucking at your clit. You watch as his eyes dart up to meet yours with the most pathetic expression.
He adored every gasp, every moan, every movement, continuously engulfing every part of your pussy based on how you reacted.
A specific flick of his tongue against your clit caused you to throw your head back, gasping out softly.
"Just like that.. Oh, fuck." You sigh. "You're doing so good, baby." You praise, grinding your hips up against his tongue lightly, Dae Ho gripping your thighs to ground himself.
A muffled moan from him brought your gaze back to him, analyzing every single one of his features as he ruthlessly circled his tongue around your clit, snatching a pleased sound from you.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that." You call out breathlessly, clenching your thighs around his head softly.
"Right there." You moan, your other hand also tangling in Dae Ho's hair as you practically controlled all of his movements. He let you.
Dae Ho moans into you pathetically, his hips subtly grinding against the bathroom floor. Although he would never admit it to anybody, there's nothing he enjoyed more than being used, entirely for your pleasure.
Your head falls back against the wall, another noise from you filling the room as you near your orgasm. "Shit, keep going." You pant. "Your tongue feels so fucking good."
The praise and approval from you had a knot tightening in his stomach as well, his sloppy thrusts against the floor picking up slightly.
"Fuck--" You moan. "I'm gonna cum." You warn, basking in the soft whimpers falling from Dae Ho's lips.
With Dae Ho's movements staying consistent against your throbbing clit, a string of moans leaves your mouth as he finally brings you over the edge of release, the intense waves of pleasure crashing over you.
He loudly moans against your pussy, his hips pathetically rocking against the floor as his orgasm syncs with yours.
He pulls away as you both come down from your highs, soft whimpers and gasps falling from his lips as you run your hands through his hair.
Catching your breath, you can't help but ask the question you already knew the answer to. "Did you just cum in your pants?" You tease, laughing softly.
His gaze averts, an embarrassed look prominent on his face.
"Fuck, I'm sorry." He sighs out shakily.
"Don't be." You assure, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "That was fucking amazing."
He lets out a shy laugh, his eyes locking back with yours for a moment.
"Now, get yourself cleaned up. We've got money to win, or something." You tease, swiftly standing up and pulling your pants up in one swift motion.
His face flushes as he stands up, attempting to cover himself to the best of his ability.
"Better hurry." You laugh. "I'll go talk to Jung Bae."
He nods, a quiet shaky breath leaving his lips.
Cupping his face in your hands, you pull him into one last quick kiss, tasting yourself on his lips before breaking away, swiftly walking out of the bathroom.
Dae Ho takes a moment, smiling to himself proudly before quickly walking back into a stall to clean up.
