hey.... I'm so sorry I posted my writings in the Niki and sunghoon girlies community u created. I saw the warning about not posting about member x member so I assumed it'll be okay if I reblogged my niki and sunghoon x reader writings in there.... but now I'm quite doubtful if that is allowed too... if it's a no I'll take it down.... I'm so Sorry
Oh my gosh sorry it took me so long but go as head and but whatever u want 😭 I’m lwky not active in it anymore but add whatever u want into it!
synopsis: headcannons of hyun-ju helping you, her wife, give birth <3
warnings: no stupid squid games! baby is biologically both of yours <3
hyunju has been preparing for this moment since the day you both found out you were pregnant.
she’s read every book, attended every birthing class, and even practiced breathing techniques with you.
inside of her own head, she wished her military experience could've helped.
however, she was confident that everything was under control.
your wife's hands love gently resting on your belly as she whispers sweet reassurances to you and babygirl.
the woman's attentiveness is unmatched.
she’s memorized your birth plan, packed the hospital bag weeks in advance, and even made a playlist of soothing songs for the delivery room.
every detail matters to her because she knows this is your shared miracle.
the miracle she thought shed never have or experience.
in the early stages of labor, hyunju is a steady presence.
she’s by your side at home, rubbing your lower back as contractions start.
“you’re so strong, y/n,”
"breathe.."
"there is five minutes between every contraction. you're doing so good mama."
she murmurs everything.
hyun-jus voice is always soft but firm, grounding you.
she times each contraction with a stopwatch app on her phone, her brow furrowed in concentration.
when you wince, she’s quick to hold your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.
“i’ve got you. just breathe with me, okay? in… and out…”
when it’s time to head to the hospital, hyunju is a whirlwind of calm efficiency.
she grabs the hospital bag, helps you into the car, and keeps one hand on your thigh during the drive, squeezing gently whenever you tense up.
“we’re almost there, my love,”
she says, her voice a warm spot in your mind.
she’s already called the hospital to let them know you’re coming, ensuring everything is ready.
due to past experiences with the hospital setting, hyun-ju is hyper-aware of how medical spaces can sometimes overlook people, so she’s prepared to advocate fiercely for both you and your baby.
at the hospital, hyunju transforms into your fiercest protector.
she’s polite but unwavering, making sure the nurses and doctors follow your birth plan to the letter.
when a nurse suggests something outside your preferences, hyunju steps in with a gentle but firm,
“excuse me, we discussed this in our plan. y/n wants to try natural pain management first and see how things do from there.”
hyunju's attentiveness to your needs is unwavering.
she notices every grimace, every shift in your posture, and she’s quick to ask,
“do you need more pillows? anything?”
as labor intensifies, hyunju stays glued to your side.
she holds your hand, letting you squeeze as hard as you need, even when her fingers go numb.
“you’re doing so well, y/n,”
she says, her eyes shining with pride and love.
she brushes damp hair from your forehead, her touch feather-light. when you’re too tired to speak, she reads your body language, offering sips of water or adjusting the room’s lighting to keep you comfortable.
hyunju’s own journey as a trans woman adds a layer of profound emotion to the experience.
she’s always dreamed of motherhood but never thought she’d see a child born from her love, carrying her biological traits.
in fact, she never believed that someone would love her enough to go through all of this with her.
however, you loved hyunju more than anything.
the way hyunju has been so caring and protective over you during your pregnancy only makes you want more childern with the strong woman.
as she watches you labor, she’s overwhelmed with gratitude.
“you’re giving me something i never thought i’d have,”
she whispers during a quiet moment, her voice thick with tears.
“this baby… she’s ours. she’s proof of us.”
when the pain peaks, hyunju becomes your cheerleader.
she kneels by the bed, her face close to yours, and says,
“you’re the strongest person i know, y/n. you’re bringing our daughter into the world. i’m so proud of you.”
she never lets go of your hand, her grip a steady reminder that she’s with you every step of the way.
hyunju’s attentiveness extends to the medical team.
she notices when a doctor seems rushed and gently but firmly asks for clarification.
“can you explain what that means for y/n and the baby?”
she asks, her tone calm but insistent.
she’s not just there for you emotionally.
she’s your advocate, ensuring your voice is heard even when you’re too exhausted to speak.
as you start pushing, hyunju’s emotions spill over.
she’s still holding your hand, but tears stream down her face as she watches you fight to bring your daughter into the world.
“you’re almost there, love,”
she says, her voice breaking as she holds one of your legs.
“i can’t believe how incredible you are.”
she’s in awe of you, her heart swelling with love and admiration.
she presses a kiss to your forehead, whispering,
“we’re so close to meeting her.”
when your daughter is born, the room fills with the sound of her first cry, and hyunju sobs openly.
she’s overwhelmed, her chest heaving as she looks at the tiny, perfect baby.
its her daughter, your daughter, the embodiment of your love.
“she’s here,”
hyunju chokes out, her voice raw with emotion.
“y/n, she’s here, and she’s beautiful.”
the doctor places the baby on your chest, and hyunju leans in, her hand trembling as she touches her daughter’s tiny fingers.
hyunju can’t stop staring at your daughter.
she sees her own features in the baby’s face.
the shape of her eyes, the curve of her nose.
it hits her like a strong wave.
“she’s got my eyes,”
she whispers, her voice filled with wonder.
“and your cheeks, y/n. look at her… she’s perfect.”
this moment is everything hyunju never dared to dream of, a tangible proof of her love with you, a love she once thought couldn’t create life.
as you rest, hyunju stays close, cradling your daughter when you’re too tired to hold her.
she sits beside you, the baby nestled in her arms, and she hums softly, a lullaby she’s practiced for months.
“i’m your mama,”
she whispers to the baby, her voice thick with emotion.
“and she's your mommy. you have is the bravest mommy in the world.”
she looks at you, her eyes shining.
hyunju’s attentiveness doesn’t stop after the birth.
she’s hyper-aware of your needs as you recover, fluffing your pillows, bringing you snacks, and making sure you’re comfortable.
when you’re ready to breastfeed, she’s there, adjusting the pillows to support you as she helps you with babygirl.
she’s in awe of your strength, and she tells you so constantly.
when the nurses come to check on you, hyunju is quick to ask questions.
“is y/n’s recovery on track? what can we do to help her heal?”
she’s not overbearing, but she’s diligent, ensuring you get the best care.
you make sure that the staff knows hyunju is the other mother, proudly introducing her as, "this is hyunju, my wife and our daughter’s other mama.”
the pride in your family is radiant.
hyunju’s love for your daughter is boundless.
she’s the first to change a diaper, her hands careful but confident as she murmurs to the whiney baby, “don’t worry, little one, mama’s got you.”
she’s meticulous, making sure everything is perfect for your baby.
when your daughter fusses, hyunju rocks her gently, singing softly until she quiets.
“she knows my voice already,”
she says to you, her smile wide and full of wonder.
as you both prepare to leave the hospital, hyunju takes charge, packing up your things and double-checking the car seat.
“we’re bringing our girl home,”
you says, your voice trembling with excitement.
she helps you into the car, her hand lingering on yours.
“you did something incredible, y/n. i’m so grateful for you.”
hyunju's eyes are wet again, but she’s smiling, her love for you and your daughter shining through.
at home, hyunju’s attentiveness heightens.
she sets up a cozy corner for you to rest, complete with blankets and your favorite snacks.
when your daughter cries in the middle of the night, hyunju is up in an instant, saying, “i’ll get her, love. you rest.”
hyunju brings the baby to you for feeding, sitting beside you and stroking your hair as you nurse.
hyunju loves pointing out the traits your daughter inherited from both of you.
“she’s got your stubborn streak,”
she teases when your daughter refuses a bottle, but her tone is full of affection.
“and your knack for drama,”
you add, laughing when the baby lets out a particularly loud wail.
every little trait feels like a miracle to her, a reminder that your love created this perfect little person.
one quiet evening, as you both watch your daughter sleep, hyunju turns to you, her eyes soft.
“i used to think i’d never know what it’s like to be a mother,”
she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
“but you… you gave me this. you made me a mama. i love you so much, y/n.”
she kisses you gently, her lips warm against yours.
you pulled away, smiling at her with the biggest twinkle in your eyes.
"you're the only person I'd ever carry this love with, hyunju."
hyunju’s advocacy never wavers for you.
at doctor’s appointments, she’s there, asking questions and taking notes.
“is the baby’s weight gain on track? what about y/n’s recovery?”
she’s not just attentive to your daughter, she’s attuned to you, making sure you’re supported as a new mother.
"hyunju, you don-"
“no, love.. you’re doing so much,”
she tells you.
“let me take care of you, too.”
as your daughter grows, hyunju remains the most loving, attentive mother.
she celebrates every milestone with you, from the first smile to the first giggle.
“look at her, y/n,”
she says, her voice full of awe as your daughter reaches for her.
hyunju’s tears come easily, but they’re always happy tears.
she cannot believe this testament to the life you’ve built together.
every night, hyunju holds you close, your daughter sleeping between you.
“this is everything,”
she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.
“you, her, us. i’ll spend my whole life loving you both.”
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authors note: BECAUSE SHE IS ALIVE AND I FUCKING SAID SO
a/n: i got inspired by how often dae-ho says “fuck” in s3 — I couldn’t stop imagining what he’d sound like saying it while doing it
In the silence of the dorm, he finally gives in—touching you under the blanket, whispering “fuck” like it’s the only word he knows, as he loses control with you in his bunk.
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Rating: 18+ (nsfw, explicit)
Pairing: kang dae-ho / player 388 x f!reader
Warnings: public sex, dirty talk, whispered praise, hand over mouth, explicit content, public risk, reader trying to stay quiet, creampie, fingering, DAE-HO SAYING FUCK A LOT
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You’re curled against him under the thin blanket, his body already pressed close, his breath hot against your neck. It started with a touch. Then a kiss. Then—his hand slipping under your waistband while your teeth sank into your lower lip to stay quiet.
His mouth brushed your ear, voice low, already breathless.
“Fuck… you’re so soft.”
His fingers dipped lower.
His middle finger dipped between your folds and found you already wet.
“Fuck…” he breathed into your shoulder, voice rough and ragged. “You’re soaked.”
You gasped quietly as he rubbed gentle circles over your clit. The bunk creaked the tiniest bit, but no one stirred.
“Fuck, baby—like that? Yeah?”
You nodded fast, hips twitching against his hand.
He kissed down your jaw, his voice a husky murmur against your skin.
“Can’t believe I’m doing this with you here. In this fucking place.”
You arched into his hand as he slid a finger inside you, slow and deep, curling just right
He moved behind you, shifting just enough to push his pants down silently, his cock already hard and leaking.
Then he slid inside you, hand over your mouth to stifle your moan as his hips rolled in slow, grinding thrusts.
“Fuck,” he breathed again, like a prayer and a curse all at once.
“F-fuck,” he groaned, barely able to breathe. “Shit, baby… you feel—fuck.”
“You’re driving me fucking insane.”
Every time he thrust into you, he whispered it again.
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
“God, baby—fuck.”
And you couldn’t tell which was hotter—his mouth or how wrecked he sounded trying to stay quiet while he lost himself inside you.
Slow, grinding thrusts. Controlled. Deep.
Your moan melted into his palm as he started moving faster—each thrust punching a soft noise out of you.
His breath grew heavier.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—so tight. You keep pulling me in like you don’t wanna let go.”
You whimpered again, hips pushing back against him, needing more.
“You like this?” he muttered, voice hoarse. “Being stuffed full of cock while everyone else is tryin’ to sleep?”
You nodded frantically, gripping the blanket
He buried himself deeper and stilled.
“Shit, I’m gonna—baby, I’m gonna cum—”
You turned your head just enough to whisper, “Do it inside.”
He growled, losing control.
His rhythm faltered. His thrusts grew rougher, faster, deeper—desperation pouring out of him as he chased release.
You clenched around him, whining into the pillow as he slammed into you
He thrust once—twice—and then came hard, buried deep, his cock twitching as he filled you up with thick, warm release. his voice thick and broken in your ear:
“F-fuck, yes—fuck, take it, take it, that’s it—fuck, you feel so good—baby, I’m coming—shit—!”
His cock throbbed deep inside as he filled you, panting hard, losing himself completely.
He held you tight after, body trembling, forehead pressed to your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.
“…Fuck,” he breathed again. This time softer.
You both stayed frozen for a second, breathing hard in the silence, trying not to let the aftershocks give you away.
Then he kissed your neck. Soft. Gentle.
“Fuck,” he whispered again—but this time, it sounded like gratitude.
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He’s gripping your hand, weaving through the arena. You were happy to be on the same as him.
Kang Dae-ho, the strong and reliable marine who vowed with every fiber of his being to protect you.
“Wait.” He stopped abruptly, causing to crash into his back. Your hands grip the back of his vest. He motions for you to be quiet, he peeks around the corner.
Gi-hun.
The man who caused all this death and dared to blame your Dae-ho.
“Go the other way, down this hall.” He doubles back towards a door, and tries to unlock it.
His key doesn’t work.
“Dae-ho, try my key.” The keyhole looked like it was meant for a square key.
He takes your key and turns and unlocks the door. He smiles at you.
“I’m so glad I have you, baby.” He plants a kiss on your forehead before guiding you inside the room.
Inside the room was two painted trees with colorful handprints as leaves.
A breather, finally.
Dae-ho puts his weight against the door, keeping potential hunters out.
“He’s after me…” You hear him whisper.
“Dae-ho, we’re safe in here. Just 7 minutes left, we’re in the clear.”
“Baby…let me fuck you. Please…” He’s looking straight into your eyes.
“Dae-ho! They’ll hear me, you know I don’t have volume control!” You flush, covering your face at his words.
“I don’t care, with Gi-hun after me and there’s so much time for…”
Dae-ho takes your hand and pulls you closer.
“Just give me one last time.” He whispers.
Your beating heart sounds too loud, too obvious.
“O-okay.”
“Oh god, thank you.”
That low, whispery tone makes your knees wait as they bend to the floor.
His hand finds your hair and presses you against his clothed, growing erection.
Your breath quickens, fanning through his uniform pants. He groans, humping against your face.
“Thank you, you’re so good for me.”
Dae-ho pulls down his uniform pants and boxers, he’s tapping his cockhead against your lips. You open your mouth and he’s sinking in.
He’s pressing hard against the back of your throat, you claw at his thighs.
But you love it. You love when he takes control. His need for it is untamed, it’s filthy and all the more hot.
Soon, he’s using your head. Moving it up and down at a fast pace, you gag and keep your eyes up on him the entire time.
He’s looking down at you, slowing his pace until you pull off. Jaw sore, mouth panting. He’s sliding down the door and pulling you in.
Kissing you slowly while pulling your uniform pants off and to the side.
4 minutes. Four minutes to survive and make it out.
He lifts your shirt and marks your chest up with hickeys, hickeys that will last forever.
You align his cock with your entrance, catching his tip between your lower lips. You brush back and forth, teasing him by letting him poke but not prod.
He whimpers. “Baby, don’t tease.”
But you don’t listen, you keep teasing him. You feel his hands grip your waist, pushing you down to take him full.
“I’m about to die and you’re playing games?” He’s making you ride him, your back arches and soft yet high-pitched moans leave your open mouth.
It’s not soft either, he’s fucking into you with a hard, impatient pace. He’s desperate, more careless.
He’s shoving your best and jacket up past your chest, also pulling down your bra as well.
Your breasts bounce in his face a little, he’s got one nipple in his mouth. A hand groping an ass cheek as you bounce and the other is tangled in your hair, making your mouth hang open.
Your moans fill the inside of the room, likely being heard from the outside.
Dae-ho pushed you on your back, making your knees reach to your shoulders.
His hips don’t stop, they keep going. He’s like a man possessed. He’s shoving your face into the dirt, adjusting his leg to allowing more room to go deeper into you. Your moans are muffled now.
You can’t warn him about your impending release, just the tense clench of your insides. It spurs a loud whimper to fell from his lips.
You both cum together, his hot seed fills you as he stills.
He’s helping you put your clothes back on and wiping the dirt off your face.
“Thank you…thank you for letting me do this.” He whispers into your ear as the game ends.
You didn’t even notice the time ran down. The door behind you swung open, revealing Gi-hun.
He looked pissed, merely walking away.
And you walk away with Dae-ho realizing you unknowingly saved Dae-ho’s life by letting him fuck you.
Requested: Yes! Also sorry for this taking so long I had it scheduled and it never posted 😭
He shows up at your place at 1:42AM, hoodie on, eyes wide, jaw tense—sweaty, trembling, pacing like he can’t be still. He’s knocking like the world’s ending.
The moment you open the door, he’s already begging. “One pill. Please. One. I’ll do anything.” His voice cracks mid-sentence and you know he means it.
If you try to close the door, he drops to his knees and physically holds onto your leg. Doesn’t even care how pathetic he looks.
“I’ll eat you out right here. Just give me something. I’ll make you cum so hard you forget what I even asked for.”
You can see the need in his eyes—and it’s not just the pills anymore. It’s you. He’s been using, but somehow you’ve become the real addiction.
———-
He’ll mouth over your thighs like he’s worshipping you, nuzzling between your legs with soft little whines. “Let me taste it. Come on, baby. You know I’m good with my mouth.”
He moans while going down on you, like your pussy is healing him. And the more you squirm, the messier he gets. Tongue everywhere. Soaked face. Shameless.
“Fuck—you like that? You want more? Let me fuck you. You can sit on the bag of pills while I do it. I don’t care.”
When he finally fucks you, it’s wild. Hair-pulling, breathless whining, his hands gripping your hips like a lifeline. He’s slamming into you, almost crying because it feels too good.
“You’re better than the high. Swear to God, I’d die inside you and thank you for it.”
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He doesn’t want to leave after. He’s curled into your chest, sweaty and still half-hard, whispering shit like:
“You’re all I got.”
“You’re better than anything in that bag.”
“Let me stay. I’ll be good. I’ll be yours.”
Will beg for another round just to avoid coming down. He’ll say he needs your body more than he needs the drugs—half a lie, half the truth.
And if you do give him a pill after? He kisses your hand like you’re his savior. Like he just sold his soul and wants to thank you for owning it.
Authors note: This is rushed af lol so hope yall like this!
during keys and knives, nam-gyu takes the opportunity to chase after his noona to show her just how much he missed her, using the magic word to get everything that what he wants.
cws: yandere!nam-gyu, dubcon smut with plot, high nam-gyu (mention of drugs), fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), auralism, begging knk, mentions of knives and murder. proceed with warning!
a/n: one dirty little secret of mine is that i'm so in love with obsessive little freaks :-P yandere lovers rise!! !11!! 1!
your lungs and thighs burned as you sprinted down a corridor, your side hitting against yet another wall as you took a sharp turn, stumbling over your feet momentarily before bolting once more. "keep running!" you heard him shout from behind you, making the hairs of your arm stand in utter fear, the feeling of being preyed on pushing your adrenaline to exceed your physical limits.
you were on the unfortunate side of the game, a blue ball deciding and sealing your fate of inevitable death after many members of the red team refused your pleads and reasons to switch. not even half an hour later, you were now facing what you liked to think was your karma—being chased by none other than nam-gyu, a person who you foolishly considered to be your 'teammate' just three days ago.
looking back, you saw him still in pursuit within a lengthy distance, his cackles of amusement making you curse under your breath in a high-pitched, disconcerted tone. you saw the very end of the corridor giving you the option to turn left or right, as if mocking you by giving you the choices with the unknown chances of one leading to another continuous corridor, or a dead end: life or death.
before you got to decide, a body rammed against yours half-way through the corridor through a green door that opened. you both crashed against the wall before falling to the ground on your back with a grunt. you cursed loudly, taken aback at the sudden break of momentum. you turned to see a red-vested body on top of yours, making your eyes widen and a shiver go down your spine. you pushed yourself up, attempting to kicking the man in the process.
"shit, shit!" you exclaimed. "get off, fuck!" you kicked at his knee, but his hand found its way to grip at your ankle, pulling you to lay flat on the ground underneath him.
player 296 stood and hovered over your figure, a sinister grin forming on his sweaty face. "finally." your widened eyes stared up at him, chest rising and falling too quickly. furrowing your eyebrows, you lifted your leg to kick him in between the legs with a grunt.
the man fell bent over in pain, hands covering his crotch. you scrambled backwards, attempting to lift yourself up once more before making eye contact with him before he let out a shout and jabbed his knife towards your head, which you avoided by a few inches with a gasp.
you made a fist with your hand and immediately and jabbed at his jaw, making him stumble to the side upon impact. he reached for your neck using his knife, which you blocked using your forearm, making you scream at the slash.
"you fucking shit!" you then heard nam-gyu shout behind the man in front of you. he turned to look, giving you the opportunity to take another punch at the side of his face, making his body hit the other wall of the corridor.
player 296 was pulled from on top of you, nam-gyu's bloodied face scrunched up in anger as he stabbed his abdomen in one swift motion. "she's mine!" he shouted, pulling the knife before plunging it deep once more.
you crawled backwards in fear, your injury scraping against the hard floor making you groan out in pain. as he twisted the knife in player 296, nam-gyu turned his head to you, his ears perking up at the sound. "noona, hi," he breathed out, letting go of the murdered man, making him go down with a harsh thud. he took a careful step forward, approaching you with fear of scaring you off, as he would with a cat.
nam-gyu dropped to one knee, the palm holding his sharp knife pressed down, a clanging sound echoed as it hit the ground while he creeped towards you. you moved backwards slowly, your eyes never leaving his blown-out pupils. the contact of the open wound on your forearms against the rough floor made your eyebrows knit as you whined loudly. nam-gyu's gazed at your injury before stilling at your sweaty, bloodied face, a fevered expression on his face.
his face darkened, the grip on his knife tightening as he gulped at the noises you made. his heartbeat quickened, eyelashes batting at you. "please, noona—" he called, his free hand reaching for you.
you pushed yourself up from the ground and sprinted to the end of the corridor, taking a sharp left. "noona!" nam-gyu whined from behind you, his calls falling on deaf ears as you ran to make distance from him.
nam-gyu stared at your retreating figure, kneeling fully with an amused, frenzied look on his face. a grin found its way to his face as he panted from the rush that he felt from killing, running after you, and from hearing you moan in pain while you kept eye contact with him.
he thought back to when your group was complete—with you and se-mi teaming up to banter with thanos and gyeong-su, and him finding out that the deceased girl wasn't really older than them, but you were, as minsu said. nam-gyu grinned to himself, using his free hand to run through his hair as he recalled your conversation with him.
"are you really older than me?" he asked, taking a bite of the food given to them for the evening.
you glanced at nam-gyu, his seemingly bored, before focusing on your food, "does it matter if i am? we're all going to die anyways." you said, making him look at you for a moment before laughing out loud.
"this is great!" said him, inching closer to where you sat. you raised an eyebrow at his suddenly excited expression. "i like my women older. so sexy," he added, making you roll your eyes with a groan, muttering as if before moving seats to sit beside se-mi and minsu. nam-gyu stared at your back, grinning to himself. "you can't run from me, noona!"
he had stuck himself in between you and thanos in the following games, pulling you towards him during the mingle game in each round, and passing you a portion of his food with him being a picky eater as an excuse.
you found his attachment quite endearing, and found yourself looking at him in a certain way, too. he called you his pretty noona and bickered with se-mi whenever she mimicked his nickname for you, to which you roll your eyes at his fake and playful possession of you.
that was until the drugs and thanos' death took a major toll on his mental state, scaring you off. but he was always there for you, looking out, staring.
despite being high out of his mind, nam-gyu sat by your bed at the corner of the room before lights out, easing your verbal worries towards the nearing game, telling you to stay put and wait for him to come back, leaving your side with a hand to your thigh and a kiss to your forehead, to which you responded with a swift kiss to his lips.
your relationship with nam-gyu was blurred in between the lines of acquaintances, and friends, and enemies, and partners, and lustful touches. it confused you, considering the situation with the games, and you didn't want to stick around to wait for him to betray you for an increase of a couple million won to his name.
nam-gyu went back to your bunk without you there, and the next day saw you on the other end of the big room, furthest away from him.
nam-gyu looked down to the knife on his hand, gripping it tighter before throwing it up in the air and catching it with ease as it fell. he whooped as he stood, his voice echoing in the corridors while he rose to run after you yet again, a wicked grin wide on his face.
you had your back against the bloodied door, hiding inside an empty, dim-lit room to rest momentarily from the chase. you held your forearms, your blood staining against your thick, green uniform. a gasped left your lips as you felt another sharp pain from your wound, a curse leaving your parted mouth in pain.
you panted, wiping the sweat off your forehead using your shaking, bloodied hands. you took shallow breaths as you blinked your glossed eyes, groaning softly in utter exhaustion. you blinked away the forming tears, clenching your hands into fists to remain focused.
your then body jolted at the sudden impact pushed on the door you were leaning on, making you squeal in surprise. "there you are," nam-gyu's voice was low from the other side of the door. your expression turned hectic, grounding your feet against the floor to angle yourself to keep the door from opening. a few loud knocks thudded against the wood, making it shake. "noona, can you open this for me, please?"
you took deep breaths, thinking of ways to run past him once more when he gets inside. you felt overwhelmed at the thought of nam-gyu using his strength to push his way past. his strength was undeniable, and horribly unfortunate for you.
nam-gyu hissed at your silence his hands running from his face to the locks of his bloodied hair. "noona!" he shouted, using the back of the knife to bang against the door. "noona, please, come on," he groaned at your lack of compliance. "noona, noona! open up!" he called over and over again.
"nam-gyu," you whined, body jolting at the impact of the thuds.
"noona!" he exclaimed, eyes widening as his palms pressed against the wood, excited to hear your voice. "there you are, i knew you were there." he said, trying to push the door open but frowning upon the feeling of weight against it. "hey, let me in, please?"
"n-nam-gyu, stay," you ordered, fear laced into your words.
nam-gyu frowned, his head fuzzy from the drugs and honestly confused to why you're resisting. "stay?" he echoed, "what, here outside? noona, come on, just let me in already. i miss you," you heard him say.
"no, you need to stay outside, nam-gyu." you said, attempting to using his fucked-up state to your advantage.
despite not seeing him, nam-gyu shook his head as he pouted. "come on, let's play. i really, really missed you," he said, pushing his shoulder against the door to use force, successfully opening it a few inches wide before you slammed your body to close it.
he dragged out a whine before shouting. "fucking open this door already!" a bang came, then another, until its frequency got too much for your body weight and exhausted state alone to fend off. nam-gyu pushed using his shoulder, nearly opening the door halfway.
you turned and pushed your forearms against the rough material of the door, making you cry out in pain at the contact with your wound. nam-gyu's breath hitched, his pupils widening at the sound. "please, please—please! let me in, please, pl-please," he whined, "i need you, noona."
a tear fell from your eyes, whether from fear or the ache you felt in your chest at his voice, you didn't know. with one final bang, nam-gyu kicked the door open, making you stumble backwards, allowing the door to open just enough for his tall, slim figure to slip in. before you had the chance to compose yourself, you heard the door slam shut, and you looked up in fear as nam-gyu stood in front of you.
splashes of blood scattered around his entire body, the color crimson coloring nearly covering his face in dots. the lack of words exchanged between the two of you as you maintained eye contact with him made the atmosphere feel heavy and clouded.
nam-gyu took a step closer, making you mirror his actions by taking a step back. he then took another, and another, all in silence until you felt the painted stone wall press against your back. your eyes never left his, both of you eyeing each other's panting figures, careful to make a move.
"noona." nam-gyu finally said, stray hair covering the corners of his eyes. he took a deep breath, as if sobering himself up. "why'd you leave me, noona?" he asked.
your eyebrows furrowed as you shook your head slightly, eyes looking down at your blood-stained shoes. "i-i don't—"
"you left me!" he shouted, the hand holding his knife shaking at his words. "i came back for you, and you left me. why?"
your eyes glossed, the feeling of hopelessness heavy on your chest. "nam-gyu," you called out, hesitantly holding a hand out in front of you to keep a distance.
nam-gyu looked at your outreached hand and held it in his rough ones. "don't you like me, noona? didn't we have fun playing?" he asked, interlacing his fingers with yours. "i liked you."
tears streamed down your eyes, your voice getting caught up in your throat in a hic. nam-gyu reached his hand holding the knife, turning it safely to wipe your tears with his knuckles. "you're so pretty, noona." a sob left your lips as you turned your face away from him in fear. nam-gyu frowned, before a lazy smile found its way to his lips, "hey, play with me again, noona."
you looked up at him. "play?" you echoed in question. nam-gyu nodded his head eagerly, taking another step towards you.
"play," he repeated, using the tip of his knife to press against the waistband of your uniform. you shook your head in response. "c'mon, just once, please?" nam-gyu then held his knife by his side, a drop of blood falling against the brightly-colored floor of the room.
you looked back at him with widened eyes, a flush creeping up your face at his dark expression. you shook your head once more as he let go of your hand and took a few steps forward, finally closing the gap between the two of you. he hung his head low, eyes focused on how his free hand played with the strings of your uniform, with the other holding the knife against the side of your arms.
"noona, i'm gonna make you feel so good, you won't believe it," he said, hand slithering down your stomach to make its way under your outer layer of clothing. "i'll make you say my name again with your eyes behind its sockets, noona, i know you like that," he added.
his eyes bore into yours as his bottom lip settled under his teeth with a grin on his face. your trembling hands found its way to hold the wrist holding his knife, your eyes looking up at him in desperation. "won't you hurt me, nam-gyu?" you asked.
nam-gyu shook his head frantically, eager to please you with his answer. "no, i'd never hurt my noona," he said. "remember how i ate your pussy out before? i'll do just that, noona, please let me," he groaned at the feeling of dampness as he pressed his middle finger against your underwear.
his mouth gaped, feeling his saliva slowly pool in his mouth. "please, please, noona, i'll make you feel so, so good, please," he begged, eyes big in desperation.
you looked up at him in uncertainty, opening your mouth to say no but found your cheeks squished up as he squeezed it with his hand, the knife pressed tightly against your cheek.
nam-gyu closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss your lips hungrily, sucking on your bottom lip as a way to convince you to agree. he turned his head, the edge of his knife cutting his skin slightly as he continued to kiss you deeper. you held his bright red vest in your hands as a way to ground yourself.
pulling away, nam-gyu suddenly felt the slight sting from the new cut on his cheek. he giggled, muttering acursing under his breath. he threw the knife behind him without looking, making it land at a distance with a high-pitched clang.
"noona, please," nam-gyu held your face again, making your eyes look into his as his finger found its way in between your folds. "i'll make you feel so good, noona," he added.
you panted at the friction of his fingers, your hands finding their way to hold on to his arms like how you did before. "i'll make you squirm and moan, and cum so much," he lowered himself to whisper into your ear, tongue licking against your lobe before nipping at it.
his fingers were now pressed against your bare flesh, his nails scraping lightly as they slithered down in between your pussy. "you're wet, noona." he stated, a grin visible on his face.
"please let me—you'll let me, right, noona? please?" he pleaded, eyes deep and lost into the colors of your eyes, awaiting for permission. you nodded, and nam-gyu's expression immediately lightened up. he leaned in again to kiss your lips with hunger and relief. "thank you, thank you," he repeated, lips trailing down your neck as his finger circled your clit in a slow pace. "thank you. you won't regret this, i promise, we'll have so much fun like before."
you squirmed and closed your eyes shut as nam-gyu roamed your body with his mouth, light pleasure blooming from the touches. he then inserted his fingers inside you, making you gasp in response. nam-gyu straightened his posture to meet your eyes with a smile before kissing you again. his hand rocked against your crotch in a rhythm, in contrast to the hunger he had while kissing you.
"nam-g-gyu," you moaned in between your kiss, making him pull away to look into your eyes again. his pupils were blown-out once more, his mouth swollen at the desperate kiss.
"oh, yes, noona," he said, halting his hand and pulling them out of your pants.
"nam-gyu," you whined at the loss of contact. nam-gyu groaned at your calls, feeling himself hardening at each breath you take.
his hands found their way around your clothes, stripping away your bloodied vest and hoodie, revealing a sweat-soaked nearly-transparent white shirt that displayed your number in green letters that stuck to every curve of your body. licking his lips, nam-gyu fiddled with the hem of your shirt before pulling it up and off of you in a rushed manner, throwing it in the same direction of his knife from behind him.
"you're so pretty, noona," he whispers, mouth kissing at your breasts and making his way to your stomach, eyes nearly heart-shaped as they looked up at you.
nam-gyu knelt, your pants being lowered to your ankles by him as well. nam-gyu leaned to press his face against your clothed cunt, breathing in your arousal with a deep moan as his hands held firmly on your thighs. "oh, noona, i—" he cut himself off, taking a kitten lick at your underwear and kissing the skin of your lower stomach after. "noona, please, please," he pleaded.
your hands found their way to his hair, pushing them back from his face as he looked up at you with gleaming eyes and a small pout. "noona, let me, please? i need," he gulped, "i need to taste you. please let me. won't you let me, noona? please," he pleaded.
you tucked his hair behind his ears, every inch of your body feeling warm at the sight. "do you think you deserve it, nam-su?" you teased.
nam-gyu stuttered over his words, rising and falling as he bounced lightly from his feet. "gyu, nam-gyu! yes, i do, i deserve it, noona, nam-gyu deserves it, i do," he answered immediately, a feverish expression all over his features. "please, please, fucking let me already," he whined in impatience, fingers hooking at the hem of your underwear and sliding it down without permission.
"just see, you'll feel really, really good on my tongue, noona," he said, as if it was a promise for him to keep.
nam-gyu's hands gripped on your ass to pull you closer by the hips, his mouth latching on to your cunt and immediately got to work in finding your clit in between the wet slick and your folds. he moaned loudly against you at your taste, eyes closing as his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.
your fingers intertwined with his hair as he poked and pressed against your pussy skillfully, hums from his throat heard. you moaned when he sucked on your clit before moving his tongue in circular motions against it, his eyes opening wide to stare up at you with your mouth gaped and cheeks flushed. "you feel, ah, good, noona? am i making you feel good?" his voice was slightly muffled.
you whined and nodded lightly at his question, pulling on his hair. nam-gyu felt his cock twitch at your whine, continuing to lap at your folds. his hand made its way to settle on the plush of your thigh, while the other slithered in between your legs to tease you entrance as he continued gasping for breaths and diving back into you. "please, please," he pleaded once more, his fingers poking you. please let me, noona," he added.
you groaned, eyes shutting in pleasure. "can i please, noona? let me? please, fuck, i just need to," he paused his words and pressed his tongue against your clit as he pushed his fingers in with ease.
you let out a high-pitched gasp, a moan dragging immediately after as he kept a pace. nam-gyu got another moan to leave your lips as he pressed his fingers against the walls of your cunt, rubbing at them. "haah, nam-gyu!" you exclaimed, head pressed against the wall as your fingers scratched on his scalp. he let out a moan, head moving from left to right while his fingers buried inside of you.
you bit your lip in an attempt to stop your moans. "noona?" nam-gyu called, eyes staring up at you before frowning, "no, no, please, noona," he pleaded. "don't—no, please, let me hear you, pretty noona, please." he said, tongue moving quicker in an attempt to make you moan louder. "fuck."
nam-gyu's ear perked at the slipped whine from you, adding to his eagerness to make you moan more. "yes, yes, there it is." he sucked harshly, "that's right, noona, all for me," he said, adding another finger inside you, making your face scrunch up in pleasure.
his drool mixed with your slick surrounded his mouth, a few streaks dripping down to his neck. "i missed this cunny, i missed you, thank you, noona, don't leave me," he babbled, squelches loud as he ate you out, his other hand palming at his erection as he looked up at you.
⊂•.✧ you find the cross necklace during the hide and seek game, right there on the floor. you knew nam-gyu had taken a hold of it ever since thanos got eliminated, but maybe it was for the best if he didn't have it, he was way too crazy and blood-thirsty when he was consuming those pills anyway.
without those pills, he was a mess! hands constantly rubbing on his blood-stained face, ruffling his own hair, and finishing his water bottle in a matter of seconds, he lived for those pills.
and when he sees you, during lunch time, eyeing a familiar piece of metal right on-top of your bed, he was speeding to get to you. you immediately notice him, and the best thing you could do was hide it in your pockets.
"fuck, i-i know you have it." you shake your head, feigning ignorance, "what?" you tilt your head to the side. "the- the pills! the fuckin' necklace, i know you have it! just give it to me!" he grabs your hands, though he was fairly weaker without the courage of ecstacy. you shake your head again. "we can share? c'mon just, please." he gets on his knees, knuckles clenched as he looks up at you with pleading eyes, you'd almost feel bad. "please, i'll do anything, anything!"
"well, can you do me a favor...?"
"what do girls like you even want in return?" you want to win. you want to live. you want to get out of these games alive. "y-you lookin' for uh- uhm, pleasure? yeah, can fuck you real good, just... just give it back in return." you were actually thinking about him being your guard to win the final game but— "really, is that the only thing you think girls want?" he manages to smile, "what else?"
"you look deprived. tired," he continues, ironic how he was the deprived one. "and i think you choose to be stubborn about giving it to me," he places both of his hands on either side of your legs. "cuz' you know i can force it outta’ ya..." you furrowed your brows, looking down at him, he was still in control. "i can make- make you feel good, just give it. you're so fucking difficult."
"m'having a fucking hard time." "we all are-" "yeah, but i'll die, might die without it, so please.. are you telling me you'd kill me?" you don't answer. "you're a heartless bitch, you're better than that, please?" he was so persistent in begging, like he'd forgotten how egotistical he was just a few hours ago, just because of withdrawal and sobriety.
what's the best next thing to drugs? sex. what were you supposed to do when he was so good at pleading his case?
you both manage to go inside the bathrooms, sharing a single bathroom stall. he's fucking you into the wall, hands gripping your waist, guiding you against his bucking hips. dick ramming in and outside of your dripping cunt. it wasn't hardcore or rough, it was sloppy and needy. the perfect amount of fast and pleasurable. he for sure needed to taste the drugs again, the feeling of your cunt is just an added bonus. "yesss... i bet- i bet you're feeling just as good as i do when i drug out." the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, for some reason it felt more pleasurable than painful than you'd originally imagine. maybe you were actually hungry for dick. nam-gyu was just the perfect guy for it.
he fucks you desperate, and it's honestly a win-win situation for him. he's glad you're the one who got it, since you're so easy, so easy to please and play with. "you're g'nna.. give it to me-" plap! plap! plap! "right after this-" plap! "yeah?" plap! "m'so good for you, and you're so good to me... fuck!"
he continues to fuck you, with no proper rhythm, just whatever feels right. mouth latched onto your neck, leaving not-so-subtle hickies all over, he's suddenly claimed you. "hope— they hear you, the guards- hope the other stupid fuckin' jerks hear you, moaning-" sometimes, he'd pull out his dick all the way, just to shove it all in again, just for that ecstatic feeling, he knows you like it, what else are you moaning for? "guess i know why stupid thanos would keep talking about a bitch like you- you feel good."
"and, after we win, yes, we're teammates now," he grins, looking down at you as he continues to mark your neck, the stinging pain being somewhat aided with his tongue licking the bites. "...don't forget it. since you're so sweet— wanna fuck you again, okay?" he gets the cross necklace from your pockets, fixing his pants and everything as he leaves you. poor you all messed up on the floors of the men's bathrooms.
in the end, he wins. he always does.
oh namgyu fans were fed this season . writer freedom is cray.
Okay, I ain’t bouta sit here and pretend Squid Game 3 wasn’t a massive disappointment. Gi-hun’s whole arc was a cruel bait-and-switch — he goes into the games to SAVE people and end the horror, but what happens? He dies, buried under the exploded wreckage. After everything, his final moment is silence and erasure.
And that promise to protect Jun-hee’s daughter? Meaningless. The baby’s own father only cares about money and wants to kill the baby to get rich. Because of him, Gi-hun has to go and sacrifice himself for a kid that wasn’t even his, all because 333 couldn’t care about anybody but himself.
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