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Could u write abt babysitter reader x namgyu (or honestly any jaewon character of ur choice)

A Bad Idea We Needed | Namgyu from Squid Game

Namgyu x Babysitter!reader

Summary: Working as an overnight babysitter for Namgyu, a struggling single father and club promoter, you grow close to him and his daughter Minseo. After weeks of mounting tension and shared moments, a quiet late-night conversation finally gives way to their long-denied attraction, changing the dynamic between you two forever.

Warnings: NFSW, Smut, Age Gap, Creampie

A/N: English isn't my first language. There might be some weird wording or grammatical errors here and there, so please bear with me! I'd love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to leave a like or a comment if you enjoyed it! ✨

The house was small and modest, with peeling paint on the porch and a taped crack in the front window. You adjusted your bag and rang the doorbell.

The door opened almost immediately, revealing Namgyu, the man from your video interview.

"Come in, please," he said. "I appreciate you being available on short notice. I work nights at Pentagon, a club downtown, so I need someone for evenings and overnights."

"That works perfectly with my class schedule," you replied, stepping inside.

The living room was scattered with toys, featuring a faded couch, an old TV playing low cartoons, and a coffee table full of coloring books. A stack of unpaid bills sat on the kitchen counter.

Namgyu called his four-year-old daughter, Minseo, who peeked around the corner. She had big eyes. You crouched to her level, gently introduced yourself, and asked if she liked drawing. When she smiled and nodded, Namgyu exhaled in visible relief.

He gave you a quick tour of the house. The kitchen fridge was held closed with duct tape, but Minseo’s room was filled with stuffed animals and clearly loved. He explained her routine, noted that her strawberries had to be cut into small pieces, and mentioned that her favorite toy, Mr. Floppy, was usually under the couch.

"I work really late at the club," Namgyu admitted quietly, running a hand through his hair. "I might look rough when I get back, but I'm trying. For her."

"I can see that," you said honestly.

Your first day went smoothly. Minseo warmed up quickly, playing with blocks, eating her sliced strawberries, and taking her nap with Mr. Floppy.

Around 4 AM, Namgyu stumbled in looking wrecked. He immediately checked on Minseo first, watching her sleep from the doorway. He thanked you sincerely and paid you in cash. His hands were steadier now than earlier in the day.

"Same time tomorrow?" he asked.

"yeah," you agreed. You gathered your things and walked out into the early morning air. That was how it all started.

It happened three weeks in.

By then, you had gotten comfortable in the house. You knew where everything was, Minseo's routines, and Namgyu's schedule. Because he worked late-night shifts at a club, he usually showered around 4 PM before heading out. You usually arrived right after he left, so your paths never overlapped.

Except that day, you were early. Traffic had been lighter than expected.

You let yourself in with the key he'd given you, calling out a greeting. No response. Minseo was probably still asleep. You set your bag down and headed toward the kitchen to start preparing her dinner.

That was when the bathroom door opened.

Namgyu stepped out into the hallway, wrapped only in a low-slung towel, with wet hair and a bare chest. The smell of his fresh soap filled the air, completely replacing the faint trace of smoke from his late night shifts.

Both of you froze.

"Oh," he said. "You're early."

"Yeah. Traffic," you replied. You tried not to look, but your eyes involuntarily dropped to his chest. You noticed the water droplets on his skin, his broad shoulders, and a small scar near his ribs.

"Sorry," he said, catching you looking. "I thought I had more time before my shift. I'll just..."

"No, I should have texted," you interrupted quickly.

"It's fine. It's your job," he said.

Neither of you moved. The narrow hallway felt charged, and the late afternoon light made everything feel too quiet, too intimate.

He gestured toward his bedroom. "I'll just go get dressed."

"Yeah. I'll be in the kitchen."

As he walked past, his bare arm brushed against yours. The brief contact sent a jolt through you. Once he closed his bedroom door, you stood alone in the hallway, your heart pounding.

You walked to the kitchen, leaned against the counter, and tried to compose yourself. Yet closing your eyes only brought back the image of him standing there.

Ten minutes later, Namgyu emerged in his black club uniform, buttons still loose at the collar. You pretended to be intensely focused on cutting fruit.

"Hey," he said softly. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine."

After a brief pause, he grabbed his jacket and added, "I'm heading to the club now. Minseo should be up soon."

"Got it."

Once he left, you finally exhaled. The dynamic between you two had undeniably shifted.

After that morning, something changed.

It wasn't obvious at first. You still did your job. He still came home at odd hours, sometimes 3 AM, sometimes dawn, asking about Minseo's day, thanking you. Professional. Normal.

Except for the way his eyes would linger on you a second too long, pupils sometimes wider than they should be in the dim light.

Except for the way you'd find excuses to still be there when he got home, even though your shift technically ended earlier, telling yourself you were just worried about him.

Except for the way every accidental touch felt like electricity, like both of you were reaching for something neither could name.

It built slowly, over days and then weeks. Little moments that added up.

You started noticing things about him. The way some nights he'd come home wired, talking fast, restless energy pouring off him as he paced the kitchen. Other nights he'd be so exhausted he could barely string sentences together, collapsing on the couch with his eyes half-closed. The way his hands would sometimes tremble when he counted out your pay. How he'd go days eating almost nothing, then devour whatever you'd left in the fridge like he was starving.

"You should eat more," you'd said one morning, finding him staring into the refrigerator like he'd forgotten what food was.

"I'm fine." But his voice was rough, and there were dark circles under his eyes that looked almost bruised.

"When's the last time you had a real meal?"

He'd laughed, but it sounded hollow. "You sound like a mom."

"Someone needs to worry about you."

He'd looked at you then, really looked at you, and something in his expression cracked open. Vulnerable. Raw. "You don't need to do that."

"Maybe I want to."

The air between you had shifted, thickened. He'd stepped closer, and you could see how tired he was, how much he was carrying. "You shouldn't," he'd said quietly. "I'm not... I'm not someone you should worry about."

He'd reached out like he was going to touch your face, then stopped himself, his hand falling back to his side. "I need to sleep," he'd said, and disappeared into his room.

You'd stood there in the kitchen, heart aching in a way you didn't fully understand.

Like the time you were reaching for a cup in the high cabinet and he came up behind you, his hand covering yours to help you grab it. "Let me," he'd said, his voice close to your ear, and you'd felt his breath on your neck. You'd frozen, cup in hand, his body a wall of heat behind you. His hand was shaking slightly where it touched yours, and you didn't know if it was from whatever he'd taken the night before or from being this close to you.

"Thanks," you'd managed.

"Sure." He'd stepped back quickly, shoving his hands in his pockets like he didn't trust them.

Or the evening you were sitting on the floor with Minseo, playing with her dolls, and he'd sat down next to you. Close enough that your knees touched. He didn't move away. Neither did you. He smelled like cigarettes and the club, that particular mix of smoke and sweat and alcohol that clung to him after work. You'd stayed like that for twenty minutes, acutely aware of every point of contact, trying to focus on Minseo's imaginative story about a princess and a dragon.

You noticed other things too. The way he'd run his hand through his hair when he was anxious. The way he'd smile at Minseo, soft and full of love, like she was the only good thing in his world. The way his voice sounded in the morning, slightly rough. The way he'd sometimes watch you when he thought you weren't looking, like he was trying to memorize something he knew he couldn't keep.

And he noticed things about you too. You could tell. The way he'd ask about your classes, actually listening to your answers even when his leg was bouncing restlessly. The way he'd find reasons to be in the same room as you, even when Minseo was napping and he could have been anywhere else in the house.

One afternoon, you were washing dishes and he came to help dry them. Completely unnecessary. He should have been sleeping before his shift at Pentagon.

"You don't have to," you'd said. "I know." But he stayed, picking up a dish towel. His movements were jittery, restless. "Can't sleep anyway."

You washed, he dried, and the silence between you was comfortable but charged. Every time you handed him a dish, your fingers would brush. Every time, you'd feel that spark.

"The club's been slow," he said suddenly. "Tips are shit. I'm picking up extra shifts but it's still not enough." He laughed bitterly. "Sorry. You don't need to hear about my problems."

"I don't mind."

"You should." He set down the dish he was holding and turned to face you. "You should mind. You should probably run, actually." Your hands stilled in the soapy water. "Why would I do that?"

"Because I'm a mess. Because I work at a club until dawn and come home smelling like other people's bad decisions. Because I can barely keep the lights on. Because..." He stopped, jaw clenching. "Because you deserve better than getting tangled up with someone like me."

"Someone like you," you repeated softly. "You mean someone who's trying his best? Someone who loves his daughter? Someone who's dealing with hard things but still shows up?"

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't I?" You turned to face him fully, water dripping from your hands. "I see you, Namgyu. I see all of it."

His expression cracked, something desperate flickering across his face. "Then you should know better."

"Maybe I don't want to know better."

He exhaled shakily. "I can't stop thinking about you." The confession came out rough, like it hurt. "I know I shouldn't. I know this is wrong. You work for me. You're young. You have your whole life ahead of you and I'm just... I'm barely holding mine together."

Your breath caught. "Namgyu..."

"Tell me I'm alone in this. Tell me it's just me, and I'll never bring it up again. We'll go back to normal." You could have lied. Should have, maybe. Kept it professional. Protected yourself. But you were tired of pretending. "You're not alone."

The air between you felt electric. He was close enough to touch. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the want fighting with the shame, the way his hands were trembling at his sides. "We can't," he said, but he didn't move away.

"This is a bad idea." His voice was barely a whisper now. "I'm a bad idea."

But neither of you moved. You just stood there, inches apart, the tension so thick you could barely breathe. Two people reaching for something that felt like escape, like relief, like maybe for just a moment you could both stop struggling.

Minseo's voice called from the other room, breaking the spell. "Dad! Come play!" He stepped back, running a hand through his hair. "I should..." He left, and you turned back to the dishes, your hands shaking.

It couldn't happen. It shouldn't happen. But you both knew it was only a matter of time.

It was late. Later than you usually stayed.

Minseo had been fussy, not wanting to sleep, and you'd stayed to help. By the time she finally drifted off, it was past ten. Namgyu had been working in his home office, and when you'd poked your head in to tell him you were leaving, he'd looked exhausted.

"Long day?" you'd asked.

"You could say that." He'd rubbed his eyes. "Thank you for staying late. I'll pay you extra."

"You don't have to."

"I want to."

You'd hesitated in the doorway. "Have you eaten?"

"There's leftover pasta in the fridge. I made extra."

He'd smiled at that. "You take care of everyone, don't you?"

"Someone has to take care of you."

The words had come out more intimate than you'd intended. His smile had faded, replaced by something more intense.

"Stay," he'd said quietly. "Have a glass of soju with me. Just... stay for a bit." You should have said no. Should have left. But you'd nodded instead.

Now you were on the couch, a glass of soju in your hand, sitting closer to him than was strictly necessary. The TV was on but neither of you were watching it. You were talking, about everything and nothing. Your classes, his work, Minseo, life.

"I don't know how you do it," you said. "Work and raise her alone. It must be exhausting."

"It is," he admitted. "But she's worth it. She's everything."

"She's lucky to have you."

"I'm lucky to have you." He paused. "To have your help, I mean."

But you both knew that wasn't what he meant. The air shifted. You were acutely aware of how close you were sitting. How his arm was stretched along the back of the couch, almost touching your shoulders. How if you leaned back just slightly, you'd be pressed against him.

You whispered that you should go, but neither of you moved. When you murmured that it was a terrible idea and that you definitely shouldn't do this, he simply agreed while closing the distance between you. He reached out, his hand gently cupping your face with his thumb brushing your cheek, before leaning in to kiss you.

It wasn't gentle. It was weeks of tension, of wanting, of holding back, all released at once. His mouth was hot and demanding, and you responded with equal hunger. Your soju glass hit the coffee table, forgotten. His hands were in your hair, on your waist, pulling you closer.

You climbed into his lap, straddling him, and he groaned against your mouth. His hands slid under your shirt, warm against your skin, and you arched into his touch.

"We should go to my room," he murmured against your lips. "In case Minseo wakes up."

You nodded, and he stood, lifting you with him. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you down the hallway, his mouth never leaving yours. He kicked his bedroom door closed behind you and laid you on the bed.

For a moment, he just looked at you. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough. "Because if we do this, everything changes."

"I'm sure."

"I don't have..." He paused. "Protection. I wasn't exactly planning for this."

Your heart was pounding. You should care. Should stop. But you were so far past rational thought. "I'm on the pill," you said. "And I... I want you. All of you."p

Something dark and hungry flashed in his eyes. "Fuck," he breathed, and then he was on you again.

He pulled your shirt over your head, then your bra, and his mouth found your breast. You gasped, arching into him, your hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He helped you, shrugging it off, and then his chest was bare against yours, skin on skin.

His mouth moved lower, kissing down your stomach, and his hands worked on your jeans. He pulled them off along with your underwear, leaving you completely naked beneath him. He sat back, looking at you, and the hunger in his eyes made you feel powerful. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice almost reverent.

Then his mouth was between your legs, and you cried out, your hands fisting in his hair. He was skilled, attentive, learning what made you gasp and moan. His tongue worked you expertly, and when he slid two fingers inside you, you nearly came apart.

"Namgyu," you gasped. "Please. I need you."

He kissed his way back up your body, and you reached for his belt, desperate. He helped you, pushing his pants and boxers down, and then he was naked too. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking, and he groaned, his head falling to your shoulder.

"I won't last if you keep doing that," he said roughly.

"Then don't make me wait."

He positioned himself between your legs, the tip of him pressing against you. He looked into your eyes, and for a moment, everything else fell away. It was just the two of you, about to cross a line you couldn't uncross.

"I want this," you said softly. "I want you."

He pushed inside you slowly, and you both gasped. He was big, stretching you, filling you completely. He paused, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed against yours.

"r u okay?" he asked.

"More than okay. Move. Please."

He did, pulling out slowly and then pushing back in. The sensation was overwhelming. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned.

"You feel so good," he breathed. "So perfect."

He set a rhythm, deep and steady, and you met him thrust for thrust. His mouth found yours, swallowing your moans. One of his hands slid between your bodies, finding that sensitive spot, and you cried out.

"That's it," he murmured. "Let me hear you."

The pleasure built, coiling tighter and tighter. He shifted the angle slightly, hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars.

"Right there," you gasped. "Don't stop."

"I won't. Come for me. I want to feel you."

His fingers worked faster, his thrusts deeper, and then you were falling, pleasure crashing over you in waves. You cried out his name, your body clenching around him, and he groaned.

"Fuck, I'm close," he said roughly. "Where..."

"Inside," you gasped. "I want to feel you come inside me."

That was all it took. He thrust deep one last time and you felt him pulse inside you, filling you with warmth. He groaned your name, his body shuddering, and then he collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing hard.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. He was still inside you, and you could feel the aftermath, the wetness between your legs, the evidence of what you'd just done.

Finally, he lifted his head, looking at you with soft eyes. "Hi," he said. You laughed breathlessly. "Hi."

"That was..."

"Yeah."

He kissed you, soft this time. Tender. Then he slowly pulled out, and you both winced at the loss. He rolled onto his back, pulling you against his side, and you curled into him.

"We really did that," you said.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Do you regret it?"

You thought about it. About how everything would be different now. About how complicated this was. About how you'd just slept with him, without protection, without thinking about consequences.

"No," you said honestly. "I don't."

"Good. Because I don't either."

You lay there in the darkness, his hand tracing patterns on your skin, and for the first time in weeks, the tension was gone. Replaced by something else. Something that felt like possibility.

"Stay tonight," he murmured. "I'll set an alarm. You can leave before Minseo wakes up."

"Okay."

You fell asleep in his arms, and for once, everything felt right. Even if it was complicated. Even if it was messy. Even if you had no idea what came next.

It felt right.

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