hii!! i love your aesthetic; it's so cutesy!! may i please request a smut of gi hun? hear me out: the reader overhears him masturbating and saying her name, then catches him. i would love if he was subby at first (maybe reader edges him?), but becomes more dominant once they actually start fucking. i apologize if that's too much detail— feel free to change whatever you want!! thank you so so much :3
Hi!! Yes, of course I can<3 sorry for the wait, I don’t know if this will be very long..
By the way, I’m sorry if you didn’t want this one but I chose gi-hun season1, since I think would be suited for this request!
Thank you for your request!<3
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🤍་༘࿐ Seong Gi-Hun . .
Warnings : Mention of masturbation, unprotected p in v, oral, switch!gi-hun, fem!reader, edging, small praise kink but you have to see from up close.
Words : 2k. I’m sorry this is so short.
A/N : I tried to make this as good as I possibly can! I’m sorry if it’s bad or whatever, I will try to improve next time if so<3
Your fingertips tapped rhythmically against the desk, the document you needed still open on your laptop, yet your gaze was fixed on the time displayed in the bottom right corner. It felt as though the minutes were dragging on, and despite your attempts to focus on the document, the clock's slow pace only deepened your sense of frustration.
Every little thing seemed to irritate you. A headache was creeping in, growing more intense with each passing minute. The laughter of your coworkers filled the air as they exchanged dad jokes, their revelry cutting through the office like a siren, while others groaned in annoyance, struggling to concentrate amidst the din.
The clatter of keyboards and the clicking of buttons formed a chaotic symphony as your colleagues crafted their own documents, words spilling forth with ease. Yet, you sat there, silent and stuck, unable to muster even a single sentence on that infernal laptop. Inspiration seemed to have abandoned you, leaving only exhaustion in its wake, while the harsh overhead lighting stung your tired eyes.
As your boss’s voice rose above the rest, approaching your corner of the office, you sensed trouble brewing. Soon enough, he would descend upon you, ready to reprimand you for your apparent lack of productivity or for simply waiting for the clock to tick away the moments.
As you had anticipated, he was now right behind you. The clock struck 7 PM, marking the end of your shift. You began to gather your belongings, carefully placing them into your bag. Just then, your boss intervened, gripping your arm firmly.
“Don’t think this attitude will get you anywhere.”
He muttered something before releasing his hold and heading towards his office. You lifted your bag and stepped out of the room, making your way to the elevator, eager to escape the confines of the place you reluctantly called your workplace.
Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack.
Your red high heels tapped on the cold floor of the apartment building, almost running towards your sweet home. You just came back from a day's work, and your face was filled with exhaustion. You still remember the words your boss said to you before leaving, this one sentence he always used to say when you left in such a hurry.
“Don’t think this attitude will get you anywhere.”
Which attitude exactly? You're just tired of seeing the same building, the same hallway, the same coworkers, the same desk, and the same uncomfortable chair every day. It won't change anything, whether you're fast or not.
Your jaw clenched at the mere thought of it. With some luck, Gi-Hun is already home. And maybe even comfort you. Just the thought of you lying in his warm embrace, his arms caressing your back, made you calm down. What wasn't warm, however, were the cold and probably dirty elevator buttons.
It took a while to arrive, seeing only a few people go out of it and you quickly entered and hit the same floor button. Soon the door closed and you went upstairs. You exhaled, certain that after this day you would have a week off. The day couldn't have been more chaotic, but you wallowed in self-pity as you thought about that damn building again.
When the elevator finally arrived at your floor, you stepped out, your heels making no sound against the tapestry on the hallway floor. It was almost dirty, the former bright red mixed with the black, now it was faded, how many years had it been here you thought? A soft sigh left your soft lips, you took the cold key from your purse and opened the door.
Everything seems unaffected once you enter. The lights are off, and the sofa is the same as yesterday. The glass table is clean, with only a vase of tulips placed there, making the living room cozy. The curtains are drawn, and no light enters the room. You want to open it, but you pass by the shared bedroom, which also seems to be closed.
Her steps suddenly stop. Is that... a moan inside the room? You feel like it's forbidden to hear, like a hidden secret. But you hear it as if it's meant for you.
You bend your legs in front of you, slowly taking off your high heels, and quietly approach. Your fingers are clenched in your right hand, holding the heels, and you stop in front of the bedroom door.
As you get closer, the moans become more pronounced. You can hear almost everything. Even your name comes out of his mouth. And it happens several times. With your feet tapping on the door, you slowly walk inside. The room is dimly lit, the curtains are half open, and the only light reflects on Gi-Hun’s face. All you can do is smile. Did he miss you?
Your coat is now on the floor, throwing it away. You stand at the entrance of the bedroom. You know he can see you, but he never stops. The confident laugh catches his attention and he soon stops.
“Didn’t I tell you to wait for me?”
Her voice held a tone that danced on the edge of mockery, laced with a hint of amusement. Carefully, you closed the gap between yourself and Gi-Hun, the soft mattress yielding slightly beneath the weight of your knee.
Desperation flickered in his eyes, silently pleading for your touch. Perhaps the evenings after work weren’t so bleak anymore; the thought of consistently coming home to this was surprisingly enticing. He reached out, yearning for touch, but you had other intentions. In this moment of vulnerability, you couldn't bear to leave him like this, craving the overwhelming touch only you could provide.
Your hand encircled him, feeling the firmness of his arousal as it twitched beneath your touch. The sudden warmth prompted a soft exhale to escape his lips, which quickly evolved into a gentle moan as you began to stroke him slowly and teasingly. You found yourself captivated by his sweet sounds and the way he always seemed so overwhelmed in those moments.
Your movements quickened, and his moans grew louder, tears of pleasure welling up in the corners of his eyes. You sensed that he was on the brink of release, but you were determined not to let him escape so easily.
Your hand came to a sudden halt, and his whines grew more pronounced. He effortlessly grasped your wrist, as if pleading for you to continue. “please..” A low moan escaped him. Just as he seemed ready to take matters into his own hands, you deftly pinned his hand above his head. He let out a groan but made no effort to break free from your hold.
“Will you behave now?” You teased, your hand hovered near his cock, tantalizingly close yet never quite landing in the right spot. He nodded eagerly, willing to do anything at this point, driven by his desperation. You let out a soft chuckle before pressing your lips against his, and in that moment, he seemed to understand her intentions perfectly. His hand slipped down to her skirt, gently easing it off as their tongues intertwined in a playful dance.
Your hand gently wrapped around him once more, and you quickly quickened your pace. His soft whimpering intensified, becoming more pronounced. His voice trembled as a deep moan escaped his lips, warm semen spilling over your hand as he reached his climax. A few drops landed on his stomach, adding to the intensity of the moment and making him even more handsome. “You’re such a pretty boy, baby.” You whispered.
Their lips collided once more as Gi-Hun's hands began to slip her skirt off. As soon as the skirt was removed, he swiftly took the lead. “Now who’s top, huh?” He teased. You soon found yourself lying on your back, his presence looming above you as he gently pushed aside the hem of your panties. “I want to feel all of you..” You whined.
And he did just that. He followed your lead, his confidence growing as he took charge. Once he caught his breath, a playful smirk spread across his face as he gazed at you. With a teasing touch, he flicked your clit with his thumb, electrifying the moment. “Yeah? You do?” His voice dripped with sultriness as he spoke, carrying the same teasing undertone that you often used. Yet, you found it impossible to feel anger towards him; the way he spoke was simply too alluring. It suited him perfectly.
The sensation was overwhelming as you felt him gradually enter, your body responding instinctively. Soft moans escaped your lips until he was fully enveloped within you, and you took a moment to catch your breath and adjust to his size. Although this wasn’t your first experience, each encounter had a way of surprising you anew.
He lifted your legs onto his shoulders, setting a slow and deliberate rhythm to help you acclimate. The room was filled with a symphony of soft whines and eager moans, accompanied by the rhythmic sounds of their movements. A warm energy enveloped you both, intensifying the heat that consumed you.
A delightful warmth spread through your core, and your thoughts began to blur, leaving only him and this exquisite moment at the forefront of your mind. “You’re taking it so good..” In that instant, pleasure was the singular focus, pulling you deeper into this blissful experience.
Both of you were now pursuing that blissful release, his pace quickening as his thumb glided over your clit, teasingly flicking it. Your moans intensified, growing louder with each sensation, as a tight knot of pleasure tightened in your stomach. You were nearing your peak, fully aware of it.
Then, Gi-Hun abruptly halted, leaving you in an overwhelming state of confusion and desire. A smirk spread across his face, a hint of sweet revenge in his expression. “How does that feel baby?” His tone was devoid of pity, laced instead with a teasing playfulness. You pleaded with him to either stop or just give in, but he remained steadfast. Though he was rock hard, he took pleasure in pushing your buttons, savoring every moment of teasing.
“Tsk tsk, beg for it baby.” He whispered softly, his tip brushing against your sensitive skin, igniting a rush of sensations within you. A soft groan escaped your lips, and you felt tears brim in your eyes as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed you. It was as if your thoughts had slipped away, leaving you in a haze of pleasure.
“Please, please.. Let me cum, please baby..” You found yourself pleading for him, gripping the sheets beneath you, though it always felt like it wasn’t enough for Gi-Hun. “You can do better than that sweetheart..” He was insistent, and you gave in willingly, your voice tinged with desperation for his touch, as if each moment without it threatened to shatter you.
“Please.. I’ll do anything, just please let me cum.. Baby please..” Finally, he slipped back inside you, maintaining the same steady rhythm as before. His relentless movements were both intense and pleasurable, never crossing the line into pain. “You’re doing great sweetie..” Your moans returned, intertwining with the sensation of that tight knot within you that refused to fade. You were teetering on the edge of release, your toes curling from the blissful stretch he provided.
You could sense he was nearing his climax as well; his pace had shifted, becoming a bit erratic and faster. “Cum for me pretty girl, you can do it.”
As you both reached the peak of pleasure simultaneously, you finally found your release. Gi-Hun's lips met yours in a passionate kiss as you both surrendered to the moment. Your bodies intertwined, creating a beautiful mess of desire that left you both breathless.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, he continued to move slowly, in and out, until he eventually came to a halt. Both of you were breathless, struggling to catch the breaths you had lost in the heat of the experience.
Gi-Hun collapsed beside you, fatigue settling into your bodies. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling the covers over both of you. Gently, he pressed kisses along your back, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His hand tenderly caressed your arm, soothing you as you drifted off to sleep, enveloped by the sweet sounds of your shared breathing. “I’m so proud of you baby.”
He did succeed in making this night pleasant, making you forget about all the unbearable things related to work. Now it was just both of you.
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