No, not like that. The fluffy and cuddly way to sleep with them.
Pairing: Recruiter, Thanos, Nam-gyu, Dae-ho, Gi-hun, In-ho x gn!reader (you have a soft chest/boobs)
Summary: What it’s like to share a bed with your favourite man
Genre: Fluff, slightly suggestive
Words: around 500 words per person; around 2.5-3k words in total
Note: The way I had to google for sleepy/sleep pictures for the actors is crazy 😭
(Here are some pregnancy HCs and them as dads if you’re interested!!)
Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // The Salesman
He is a very light sleeper but never obviously shows it when he wakes up. Your husband likes to act like he is asleep so you can hold him in silence for longer. His favourite position is to spoon you with you facing him, his face buried into your soft chest, getting pleasantly smothered by your warmth.
He’s a very quiet sleeper and barely ever snores, but his hand sometimes twitches in his sleep and accidentally slaps you lightly.
His sleeping face is soft and almost angelic, his lips squished together into a soft pout when he’s asleep. His hair is spread over the pillow and his arm tightly wrapped around you, as if afraid to be alone again like before he met you.
You took a picture of his sleeping face once. You wanted to use it as a wallpaper for your phone because of how adorable his cheeks looked on there but you somehow lost it. Maybe it was deleted somehow or by someone.
In the mornings seeing him so confused and messy, his hair ruffled by sleep and his eyes still droopy is quite a sight.
His groans are deep, sleepy and raspy. When you brush your hand over his face, you can feel a little bit of a morning stubble on his chin and cheek.
The morning is the only time you can see your husband so off guard, so comfortable. He’s always so on guard otherwise, but now? A dreamy smile and quiet hums of content scape his lips as his eyes sleepily scan your equally tired features.
You two don’t often have lazy mornings but when you do, your husband likes having your head in his chest while his hand traces invisible patters all over your skin, his other arm behind his head in a comfortable posture.
“Are you comfortable like this? I can make some breakfast for us if you like.”
Thanos // Su-bong // Player 230
Snores loudly, takes up all the space in bed, drools and doesn’t give a fuck. Thanos likes to spread himself out and then complain about you not spooning him like it’s your fault his arm literally took more space on your bed than you had for yourself.
He talks in his sleep and has periods where he snores very loudly and then goes very quiet, making you think he’s either awake or dead. He is neither though, just in a very deep sleep.
He hogs all the blankets too, that dick. Thanos steals them from you and cuddles onto them, thinking you are the blanket, whining in his sleep about you not hugging him back and his drool spilling all over the blanket.
Also, has the ugliest sleeping face ever. So ugly it’s almost cute, especially the way his mouth falls open and he gets a double chin when his mouth falls agape, or when Thanos begins to frown during his sleep or even cross his arms angrily when he doesn’t like the dream he’s having.
In the mornings he is more like a zombie than a human. He can’t get up without you practically dragging him out of bed and even if you succeed, your boyfriend will curl up on the floor and continue sleeping there.
During cozy mornings, he likes getting his chin scratched by you. He pouts and lazily holds his head up so you can give him the mandatory scratches while his eyes slowly close again as you lull him back to sleep.
He also is very sensitive when it comes to where he can fall asleep. There either has to be complete silence or some white noise playing in the background. Like a child, he can’t fall asleep in front of the TV or when anything else is playing in the background.
Thanks to you he Thanos can’t sleep on his own anymore. Either he has to facetime you and fall asleep on the call or be there with you. He is your problem forever now.
“I don’t need to announce my visit, I’m your boyfriend! I don’t give a shit if it’s 2am either, move your gorgeous ass, I wanna lay down too.”
Nam-gyu // Player 124
For some reason, Nam-gyu cannot lay still. He turns and moves around all night, even talking full on sentences while being fully asleep. If you’re lucky you can have full on conversations with him.
He doesn’t move towards you but in fact actively tries to escape your cuddles. Apparently he likes his freedom. And your pillows.
Instead of stealing your blankets, Nam-gyu snatches the pillow from under your head to hug it and hoard it for himself. He doesn’t drool on it but you did catch him giving it an awkward kiss while he was out like a light.
His sleeping face looks stressed for some reason. He’s frowning as if he just went through the messiest divorce or was abandoned by his mom in the mall. It softens up once your fingers brush over his cheekbones to push some hair away.
Nam-gyu is not a morning person but can force himself out of bed pretty easily. To wake you he heads to the bathroom to let cold water wash over his hands in the sink and then throws the water droplets at your exposed skin or grabs your warm feet from beneath the blanket.
Due to his job as a club promoter and not really having anything to do during the day, your boyfriend is almost always available for many lazy mornings.
He likes to lay his head on your warm stomach and scroll through his phone or angle his camera to snap a selfie of your sleeping beauty face and putting it as the wallpaper of your chats.
Also, an admirable talent of his is that Nam-gyu can fall asleep anywhere at any time. Loud wedding you were invited to? He’s catching a quick nap in the corner of the venue. He has 10 minutes before the club opens? His head is resting on your shoulder in deep sleep while you two wait on a random bench nearby.
“You don’t like the pic I took? I think it’s pretty. And I think you look pretty no matter what… don’t act like you ever took a picture of me when I was sleeping. I know you.”
Dae-ho // Player 388
Thanks to both growing up in a big household and his time serving in the marines, once he’s out, he’s out. Dae-ho can sleep through vacuum-cleaning, hammering nails into walls, a storm, you trying to wake him up and through most of his alarms.
You know that calling out to him like a drill-sergeant would be extremely mean and insensitive to his troubles. You know he’s still scarred, so you’ll keep trying to talk and shake him awake.
Your boyfriend barely snores, just lets out the occasional sigh and groan here and there. His cheek is often squished against his pillow while he lays on his stomach, his lips parted and mouth slightly agape. His sleeping face is extremely cute, vulnerable almost.
His voice is extremely raspy in the mornings and his expression formed into a permanent sleepy pout while he is standing by the stove to make himself a grilled cheese. You just sit there and enjoy the view of his defined muscles in the back working.
Dae-ho needs to hold you to fall asleep. It grounds him in reality and reminds the scared part of his brain that you’re here with him, that you’re not going anywhere and leave him on his own. Whenever you’re with him, he can fall asleep with a smile.
Your smell and warmth alone can lull him into a deep sleep in seconds. If your hands begin to remove his hairtie and your fingers run through his hair to untangle any knots, he’s an absolute goner.
Lazy mornings are pretty rare with him, you’d have to tire him out the night before to get him to still be sleepy in the morning.
Dae-ho took a video of you being asleep and squished up against his soft chest, your drool staining his shirt on one side of his chest and your free hand squeezing his other. You never saw that video before, it cracks him up too much to let it be deleted by you.
“Don’t let go, I still need you here with me… I love you, you know that?”
Gi-hun // Player 456
Gi-hun curls up into a fetal position when he sleeps. His face is hidden beneath the sheets, only his eyes and nose peeking out. He snores very quietly and they stop abruptly whenever he begins to stir.
He thinks he’s being slick by acting asleep and listening to what you’re doing but it’s pretty obvious when those adorable snores stop.
Even if he isn’t much of a morning person he still forces himself out of bed and brews a cup of coffee for you two.
You watch as Gi-hun sits with his cup at the edge of the bed, watching the sun rise higher and higher, enjoying the quiet morning. Peace, even if it’s temporary.
He likes holding you in his sleep and having your head nuzzled in his shoulder, but your boyfriend prefers to be held instead. He desperately craves comfort and security and you always spoil him with exactly that.
Your hand slowly and soothingly brush over his back while his arms were tightly wrapped around you, his eyes tightly shut and face buried in your warm chest.
His sleeping faces are surprisingly handsome and peaceful, his mouth shut most of the time. His brows are furrowed in permanent stress though that only seems to go away when he feels the bed shift beneath him, indicating that you just joined him.
Gi-hun likes sharing a bed with you. It’s intimate and a sacred tradition. Falling asleep and waking up next to you feels like you two bonded over night, two souls enjoying being near each other. Maybe it sounds sappy but that’s how it feels to him.
Lazy mornings are rare because he cannot seem to relax and let his guard down, ever. There’s always something on his mind, something to do and that damn salesman to find. You can shut him up by smothering him with a pillow once he begins to ramble about those weird games again.
“I’m exhausted, I’m sorry if I’m being selfish, but join me? I can’t sleep without you.”
In-ho // The Frontman // Player 001
You’ll have to force him to sleep for more than 4 hours a night. Even if the games are not happening right now or it’s still half a year until recruitment, In-ho is always busy with something. It sometimes feels like he’s trying to get out of sleeping in the same bed with you.
When you finally get him to stay in bed with you, it takes a while for him to fall asleep in addition to him being a very light sleeper in general.
He’ll count every tile in the ceiling, scan your face for any new features he might’ve missed or that have changed since last night, then he’ll waddle into the kitchen for a glas of water and then maybe, maybe he’ll begin to slowly fall asleep.
When you wake him up in the mornings, he wakes up like he had the most horrific nightmare just now; eyes shot wide open and a deep gasp emitting from his lips. Your husband always assures you he doesn’t have any though.
He snores in his sleep but it’s more of a pleasant/relaxing sound rather than an annoying dad-snore. They are quiet and rhythmic, giving you quiet reassurance that he’s still peacefully resting next to you.
His face is relaxed as the worry lines in his face slowly melt away, his hair uncared for and his arm shifting around to find your warm skin to touch. He prefers to be the big spoon and have your face nuzzled into his chest or neck, where he can always feel your warm breath and heartbeat.
You gave into the temptation to take a picture of his adorable face once, but In-ho felt an disturbance in the air and shot his eyes open to stare at your face before you could snap your picture. This man can never be caught of guard it seems.
Sometimes you catch him falling asleep in his office, his body curled up in the leather chair as his head hung forward slightly, his glass of whiskey still in his hand with a firm grip on it. He almost dropped it once you woke him up by the way In-ho got startled awake.
“Sorry, I lost track of time. I’m coming to bed now, no need to drag me—“
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
I always write about the things I want the most; sleep and cuddles. Sleepy cuddles? Whenever I use C.AI I always choose a “sleepy” prompt since I mostly use it after waking up or during breaks, times where I am always very sleepy and in need of affection 😭 Hope this wasn’t too weird to read.
Also I did T.O.P so nasty with the pic I chose I’m sorry 😭😭
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <33
IN HO ★ sips on whiskey while telling you about his day. after drinking enough, would start caressing your thighs while letting you know how much he had missed you while he was gone. kisses your shoulder while you tell him about yours. loves how nervous he still makes you with his lingering touching even when the two of you have already been together for a while. likes to know how much control he has over you with just simple touches and his attention.
THE SALESMAN ★ pulls you into his lap and makes you stay there. likes for you to tell him about how your day while he kisses your neck, loving the way you start to lose focus on what you’re saying and cut your sentences short while he feels you up your hips and waist. tells you how pretty you are sitting on his lap and squirming from his touch. tells you to help him unbutton his button up, smirking when he sees a bashful expression form on your face.
DAEHO ★ runs his hands through your hair while telling you how much l he loves you. will kiss your cheeks and joke around with you, his heart leaping when he’s able to hear your cute laugh. laughs into your chest while hugging you and pulling you in. kisses your hand while telling you what you two should make for dinner later. likes it when you cup his face with your hands, and you can see stars form in his eyes while he’s looking at you and feeling your touch.
JUNHO ★ hugs your waist while burying his face into your neck, sighing into your skin from working a long day at the police department. loves for you to run your hand through his hair. finally feels like he can let himself relax from your touch and melts into your body. massages your thighs while calling you his baby, and tells you how much he appreciates you for being his safe space. kisses your forehead and tells you he loves you more than you know.
THANOS ★ takes the chance to feel you up and ignores whatever you’re saying to focus on how soft your skin feels in his hands. likes to sneak his hands under your shirt and squeeze your boobs to tease you. if he’s feeling playful, he tickles your sides, smiling when he hears your giggles. he’ll lean back into the seat and sees how the position gets you to check him out, raising his ego. will smirk at you while squeezing your butt, telling you how much of a cutie you are.
MYUNG GI ★ will just pull you into his lap whenever he’s stressed, taking the time to just enjoy your close presence. will tell you to just talk to him while he closes his eyes, running his hands up and down your legs. smiles lovingly at you with his eyes closed at whatever it is you’re telling him about, just wanting to take in the moment.
synposis: it's in the title! first dates with squid game characters... where they would take you, how they would act, etc
warnings: a little bit suggestive? gi-hun's is post-games. not proofread
a/n: based on this request! i drank a whole bottle of carrot juice while writing this + fell 10x more in love with wi hajoon.. lmk if you guys want me to expand on any of these with a mini oneshot or something
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hwang in-ho
• where he takes you: a fancy restaurant— not to show off his money but because in-ho expects a certain level of quality and wants to create a good first impression for you. the restaurant is upscale and modern with a rooftop view.
• how he acts: stoic and composed. he's pretty quiet, but will participate in the conversation just enough to not give anything away about his job. he'll compliment you once throughout the night, something simple but sincere, enough to make you remember it for the rest of the week.
• end of the night: drives you home. he'll walk you up to your apartment and if he senses that you're interested in him (and c'mon how could you not be?) he'll kiss you— soft and sweet. he won't try to initiate anything else and will end the night with the promise to call.
cho sang-woo
• where he takes you: a quiet restaurant that you've never heard of but he swears it's his favorite. sang-woo likes this place because it's just elegant enough without being flashy and quiet, tucked away from the busy main street.
• how he acts: quiet, but more so because he's nervous and not good at letting people in. sang-woo's good at keeping conversation going, but honestly, doesn't want to waste his time or yours, so he might ask some deeper, personal questions.
• end of the night: walks you home and gives you his jacket to drape over your shoulders. he'll walk you up to your front door and might hesitate a little bit but will probably lean in to kiss you softly. if you invite him inside for drinks, he won't say no but won't do anything more than kissing.
kang dae-ho
• where he takes you: to an arcade. dae-ho likes to have fun on dates, especially on first dates, since it eases some of the pressure / expectations and to him, it's the best way to get to know someone. he'll have so much fun playing with you throughout the night and will probably do his best to get a cute stuffed animal from the crane to gift you.
• how he acts: lighthearted and funny. the kind to genuinely want to have fun on a first date and get to know you, playing every single game and secretly trying to impress you.
• end of the night: walks you home with the plushie he won you in your arms. he'll hold your hand on the walk home and has probably been working up the courage to find the right time to kiss you the whole night. when he gets to your front door, he looks like he wants to kiss you, but chickens out last minute and just kisses your cheek quickly before nearly tripping down the stairs.
hwang jun-ho
• where he takes you: his apartment, for a homemade meal. a true romantic. he'll cook a whole meal for you, probably some traditional food. he'll have a table set up with candles to provide dim lighting, and you just know that he thought about every small detail.
• how he acts: sooo charming and romantic— hell, this guy is making a whole meal for you. jun-ho listens intensely to everything you say, absentmindedly reaching for your hand across the table and tracing small circles on the back of your hand.
• end of the night: definitely gets shy at the end of the night, wondering if it's the right moment or not to kiss you. he'll lean in cautiously but will kiss you softly, one hand cupping your face. jun-ho definitely likes to take things slow, so he wouldn't try to initiate anything else, but would ask if you need a ride home.
thanos (choi su-bong)
• where he takes you: his penthouse. partly for convenience, to show off the house he bought when he blew up as a rapper, and well... because his bed is there. he'll probably order some takeout for the two of you and put on a movie or you'll play video games together.
• how he acts: definitely overconfident, especially if this is in the peak of his career. su-bong is the kind of guy who pulls the corniest moves— pretending to stretch and somehow draping his arm over you. he doesn't wait till the end of the night to kiss you, he'll do it in the middle of the movie when you so happen to meet his gaze that's been flickering back and forth between you and the screen for the past half hour.
• end of the night: it's not necessarily because he's not looking for anything serious, but su-bong just moves fast. the kisses throughout the night will eventually get more heated, so don't be surprised if you end up tangled up in his sheets. he has absolutely no objection to you spending the night, and honestly probably prefers it.
namgyu
• where he takes you: just a regular restaurant. not fast-food, but also not luxurious. it's very rare for namgyu to do serious relationships, so he likes to think of first dates as a middle ground to see how he feels about you, a simple restaurant is just the place to do so.
• how he acts: if he actually likes you, a little shy— hands fidgeting as he nods intensely to whatever you're talking about. if he's not looking for anything serious, he might look a little disinterested, eyes roaming over your figure. he thinks you can't notice but he's not very subtle.
• end of the night: it totally depends on how namgyu feels. if he wasn't looking for anything serious or felt like you guys didn't really click, he'll probably ask if you want to come over to his place. he'll take your yes as an answer and once at his apartment, he'll kiss you quickly and messily, hands slipping under your shirt. however— if namgyu actually likes you, he'll be a bit shyer and will probably only kiss you at the end of the night, although the kiss itself is intense.
the salesman
• where he takes you: a fancy restaurant. the salesman likes to show off the money he has, so expect the place to be luxurious. chandeliers, dim lighting, and white tablecloths.
• how he acts: confident and always with a small smirk on his face. the type of guy to order your meal for you. he listens intensely to everything you say, preferring that you talk, although he probably already knows everything about you. knows how to hold eye contact so well, making you look away and your heart flutter. with the salesman, it's all in the subtleties that will make you obsessed with him.
• end of the night: he'll drive you home, a hand resting on your hand the whole ride. also the type to kiss your hand softly while he drives— another small detail that he knows you'll be thinking about for weeks. he'll kiss you at the end of the night, slow yet intense, but won't try to initiate anything else.
myung-gi
• where he takes you: the aquarium. he'd want to do something more interesting on the first date and to him, going to an aquarium is such a cute idea. it could make a special place for the two of you as the relationship gets serious.
• how he acts: somehow both confident and nervous. confident in the way that he holds your hand and points to a pair of fish— "look, that's us!" but nervous in the way that he'll stumble over his words and his cheeks will flush every time you look up at him.
• end of the night: drives you home, his hand holding yours on the center console the whole time. he'll kiss you in his car, his hand cradling your face, slow and sweet. it's enough to leave you wanting more, but honestly, if you invite him up to your apartment, things could definitely escalate.
gi-hun
• where he takes you: similar to namgyu, just a simple restaurant where you can get to know each other. despite being somewhat of a romantic at heart, he likes to keep it simple on the first date but will definitely be willing to splurge more for you once it becomes official.
• how he acts: quiet and guarded, but sincere. he doesn't talk much, but has genuine interest in what you're saying. his eyes are always soft when he meets your eyes, but intense. he's hesitant to tell you about himself, feeling like his life before and during the games is completely separate to the one he's living now.
• end of the night: walks you home, hand holding yours softly. he'll kiss you softly but hesitantly, like he's scared to drive you away. he won't try to take things further, but wouldn't mind to continue getting to know you better if you invite him inside.
gyeong-seok
• where he takes you: (yes i'm going to romanticize him because i can) an art museum. as someone who's introverted, gyeong-seok loves dates like these because it gives space for conversation and silence.
• how he acts: a subtle gentleman— will open doors for you and gently place a hand on your back to guide you. he doesn't speak much, but always loves to share his thoughts or observations on certain art pieces.
• end of the night: gyeong-seok will buy you something small from the gift shop, like a small print of a piece that you mentioned you really liked. he's shy about it when he gives it to you, but wants you to have something to remember the night by. he'll walk you home and lend you his jacket if you're cold. definitely more hesitant on kissing you at the end of the night because he's scared you might not feel the same, but if he does it's soft and slow.
childhood bully, Gong Yoo. ADULT CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
· contains: dead dove do not eat, unprotected sex, dub-con, dark content, manipulation, bondage, blackmail, 🍇, mentions of ab*rtion · note: first fic and im not very proud of this !! ill probs edit this later soo like stay tuned
it had been three weeks. three whole weeks since gong yoo, your biggest bully, recorded you sucking your boyfriend's dick inside the male toilet stalls. your boyfriend would pull his pants up, ditching you and running away, leaving you to be cornered by your sweet senior gong yoo— who'd threaten to post the videos up on the school public board if you don't do as he says. he'd chuckle, staring down at your glossy eyes as you hoped he'd spare you just this once; unbeknownst to the fact his boner got even harder just by seeing you cry.
up until now, you've been rotting away at your house, terrified of what gong yoo would do when you went to school the next day. so you didn't. your mom would be worried sick, wondering why her sweet innocent child was missing school for days on end. your only excuse was being sick. after all; being home was your escape. your escape from gong yoo and from all the fucked up shit he'd do to you.
little did you know, gong yoo would find your address from the school's physical database after convincing his homeroom teacher he needed it for something important. after all, his punching-bag princess was important to him. he'd time it perfectly, waiting for when your parents left for work, and show up to your house; his school backpack filled with all the things he'd need for you. your neighbours were completely oblivious to what was going on. after all, who would suspect such a pretty looking boy all dolled up in a school uniform?
he didn't dare ring the bell. why would he? he had opened up the window and climbed into your kitchen, taking a quick note of all the surroundings and potential threats (the kitchen knives ♡) before making it all the way up to your room. your door was halfway open, allowing him a perfect view of you laid up on your bed reading a book.
you were in a loose shirt, and such dangerously short pants, you're so daring. gong yoo palmed the growing tent protruding through his pants. you made him sooo hormonal, and you didn't even know.
“hello, you.” he'd walk in with stomping footsteps, letting his presence be known. he's no pussy. you jumped up from the cavern you had been rotting in for the past few weeks hiding from him. your mind racing to get the nearest weapon you could find. all you could muster up in your hands was your bedside clock, daring to throw it at him.
he lunged at you, pinning you down to the bed as he shushed you, his strong arm holding yours above your back as your face was forcefully smushed into your pillow with his other arm.
“get the fuc- agh- away from me-!!” he held you down with his bodyweight as you'd wriggle in attempts to get him off— you're so innocent, you don't even know that turns him on even further. he'd grab a rope from his backpack and tie your swollen thin wrists up first, leaving your legs free.
“be still, and we can make it easy for both of us.” he'd turn you around and spread your legs apart, your legs attempting to kick away his hands yet all attempts fall futile under him. who knew teenagers were that strong?
eventually, you got too tired for it all. your kicking had stopped yet your crying grew louder and your nose runnier. it was all such a sight to see for gong yoo and his hormonal little brain.
he fumbled with his belt and unzipped his jeans, just sooo greedy to pound your pretty pussy until it had memorized his thrusts. he hooked a finger on the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down in one swift motion prior to practically ripping your panties off. he just couldn't wait to nut in you.
“you're enjoying this? getting fucked your bully? what a fucking slut.”
your own body had betrayed you as your leaking pussy was displayed to him. you hate to admit it, but your panties got soaked right when he entered the room. maybe, just maybe, he's right about you being a slut.
he'd jerk his fat cock off for a few seconds before aligning it up with your pink, leaking, pussy. he wanted to do you raw, his precum already beading up on his thick tip already.
he let out a hearty groan as he threw his head back. it was as tight as he imagined it to be. your juices had made it so easy for him to slide in, yet so painful for you. who were you to blame? his size was simply so fucking big. he gave you zero time to adjust and started thrusting it all in like a pussy-hungry little baby. you were so tight around his girth, your pussy practically denying permission to his body. all of it was too much for your tiny head as your brains were being fucked into mush.
he was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, his balls slapping softly against your ass. he had you folded up like a book— all while you could do nothing but whimper and cry. your sweet pleas were music to his ears. you had to admit, though; his cock felt so fucking good rubbing against your walls like that. he did not give a fuck about making you cum though.. :c
“if you squeeze around me like that, i-i'm gonna fuckin’ nut..” he groaned, as his thrusts got inconsistent and sloppier indicating that he'd cum soon. your swollen red pussy was absolutely destroyed beyond repair. you were being such a little baby for him— crying while you were about to get your uterus filled, not caring about condoms or pulling out.
with one final thrust, his cum seeped into your cervix filling you up, as he rolled his stuttering hips and rode out his orgasm. he cummed so much, who knew his balls could store this much liquid? he buried his head into the crook of your neck and you could feel him breathing sososo fast, it was almost cute.
warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT | RAPE/NONCON. daddy issues. age gap. reader had an abusive dad. physical abuse. degradation. forced blowjob. hitting, slapping, you know the drill. sub!reader. dom!salesman. blood. plot with porn. dont like? dont read. its that easy.
summary: you steal from the wrong man and face the consequences.
continuation to THIEF
MASTERLIST
most girls have some sort of fantasy in their head when it comes to their virginity. a blueprint of sorts— about what kind of man they'd like to lose it to, of how gentle he'd be with them. whether it would be planned and patient or spontaneous after a magical date.
you were one of those girls. so far, you'd managed to stay away from men, not just because none of them fit the standard you created in your head— but also because the idea of being with a man repulsed you. the first man in your life— your father, had broken your heart. so you protected yourself, put a lock on engaging in sexual desires for that special someone you could wholeheartedly give yourself to. you were scared that most men you encounter would be like your father— cold. violent. now, you understand that you were wrong.
the man in front of you was so much worse.
you dont get to wallow in your self pity for long. he hovers over you like a god— his presence alone was suffocating. the fact that his massive hand is currently tugging your head back doesn't help; your scalp stings and fresh tears well in the corner of your eyes. the sight makes him groan. his free hand holds onto his cock— gently stroking back and forth. it's a little darker than the rest of him— tip flushed and some precum gleaming on the top. it's clear all this fighting has been foreplay for him. he's getting off to your misery. his dark eyes flicker over your face, and as you try to pull your head back again, he forces the tip against your mouth; letting the stickiness spread over your lips.
"open up." his voice is breathy, hand tugging your hair back again. you wince. "don't make me ask again."
you shake your head, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks as you glare at him with all the resentment your eyes can muster. your teeth grit together as you clamp your mouth shut. he pauses and settles you with a bored gaze, and before you can realize what's happening, his hand is pulling back and slapping you across the face again.
you fall sideways onto the couch with another sob. you can taste the blood in your mouth, and you cough. he's quick to yank you back up, chuckling slightly when the blood sputters out of your mouth and down your chin. he smears his cock against the dark fluid, before settling you with another warning glare.
"did you act this stubborn with your father too?" he pouts, voice taunting, "no wonder he hit you. you never seem to listen on the first try."
you feel livid, shaking with rage as he mocks you. you open your mouth to answer him, and he takes that opportunity to pry your jaw open with his thumb. he groans as he forces his cock past your mouth, slowly at first before pushing to the hilt, till your nose presses against the light patch of hair at the base. you barely get the time to protest before he's rolling his hips slightly, getting used to the wet cavern of your mouth. the thickness and the intrusion in your throat makes you choke and sputter incoherently around his cock, eyes watering again. your hands hold onto his thighs for support. maybe you can bite his dick right off, maybe—
"and if you bite me," he warns with a little chuckle, as if he read your mind, "i will slit your throat open and fuck it."
you shudder. you know he means it too— you can see the crazed look in his eyes as he cups your head with both hands. you don't want to take any chances. you can barely think when he pulls his hips back and thrusts again, eliciting a choked gargle out of you.
"fuck—" he grunts lowly, using your head as leverage as his thrusts slowly grow faster. your body trembles violently, the lack of oxygen making your head feel faint. "that's it— stay like that."
it's as if he's releasing all his pent up frustration on your little throat— his head thrown back, adams apple bobbing up and down as his thrusts get harder, faster. your choking seems to only spur him on, his hold on you getting tighter as you squirm on the couch, trying to pull back. he's not having it.
he pulls out momentarily and you get only a few seconds to breathe before he's grabbing you by the ear and dragging you off the couch. you shriek throatily and claw at his hand as he pulls you towards the wall and cages you in. your head presses against the concrete as he enters your mouth again, "stop that—" he grunts at your wiggling, pulling your head back and slamming it against the wall. you choke on a sob, feeling lightheaded. "the faster— ah— you make me cum the easier i'll make this for you."
his thrusts are like him— to the point, aggressive and inconsiderate. his hips snap forward almost violently as you claw at his thighs, leaving a few scratches. it makes him moan. your bloodshot eyes glare up at him as you choke around his length, his balls sloppily slapping against your chin. he doesn't make a lot of noise, but when he does it comes from the back of his throat. your head repeatedly slams against the wall as he fucks your face, and between his grunts he lets out another breathless chuckle.
laughing at your suffering.
"i'm getting close," his hand comes up and he pinches your nose between two fingers. you begin to writhe at the sudden cutoff of oxygen, eyes widening, "ah ah- take it like a good slut."
your vision gets blurry, head pounding and throat gurgling as he throws his head back and cums with a loud moan. you're sure you can feel it fill your stomach. it's bitter and you can feel the stickiness of it on the roof of your mouth, on the back of your tongue. his thrusts falter, hips stuttering as his chest heaves, few strands of his well kept hair falling across his forehead. you choke and cough as he pulls out, and stuffs his softening cock back inside his pants like he didn't just violate you.
you gag slightly as you taste the saltiness of his cum mixed with the metallic taste of your blood, and you cough some of it out. you greedily take in as much air as you can, eyes wide and face heated. he tosses you around like a ragdoll. your body is limp as you slump against the wall, shuddering. his foot raises, the tip of his shiny dress shoes pressing against your clothed crotch. his voice is thoughtful, contemplative. like he's talking about the weather. "should i pop your cherry?"
you look up at him, shocked. you can barely see him through your tears. "what?"
with a smirk, he grabs your arm and yanks you forward till your face crashes into his thigh. in your panic stricken haze, you grab onto his leg, clinging to him, desperate for any ounce of sympathy or comfort he can provide.
he has nothing to offer.
his hand comes down to run through your hair, like you're a dog. you lean into the touch, hope that you being responsive would sway any thoughts of him violating you further. he grabs your jaw, making your cheeks squish in his hold. he thinks you look utterly adorable this way. you whimper.
"please don't."
you break down into sobs again. you hate crying. you hate it more so because it makes you appear weak in front of the other person. they never seem to understand that you're crying out of rage, not sadness.
he sighs before shoving you off him. you slouch on the floor and he kneels before you, face indifferent. he gently brushes your hair away from your face, and you slap his hand away.
he's toying with you. playing with your fear. manipulating your emotions as he deems fit and he's revelling in it.
"you—" you pant, choking on another sob, before a crazed chuckle leaves you. full of disbelief, anger, hurt. "you sick fuck—"
"let's not use crude language." he remarks dryly, eyes crinkling as he puts on a smile. the same smile you thought to be charming at first glance. now it just looks empty and manipulative. he pulls out a handkerchief, wipes the sweat glistening on your forehead. "someone really ought to teach you how to talk to your elders."
"you raped me," you snap back, voice cracking as you shoot daggers at him through your glare. you want to lunge at him, to pull out his eyeballs and rip him apart. he grabs your chin, stares into your eyes with an intensity that makes you cower into yourself.
"i taught you a lesson," he shoots back calmly, expression serious. as if he truly believed what he said. "i gave you a glimpse of what could happen if you kept up with your reckless behaviour. surely you don't think you can always get away with stealing from men or talking back to them?"
you snatch your face away and look at the floor again, eyes stony and vacant. you were a fool to think you were made for this life. that you could've lived without a proper roof over your head, the financial security that your abusive father could provide you. but you weren't willing to go back.
not after everything you endured to leave.
your lips wobble. you try to compose yourself, force your face to look cold as you glare at him again.
"i'll go to the police." you take another sharp breath. you try to sound brave, you really do, but the slight waiver of your voice gives you away. "i'll tell them everything. i'll post it on social media. they'll find you and you'll be in jail by—"
you stop talking, merely staring at him as he smiles at you. it's a smile you recognise— one of those smiles that adults like to give to children, as if to say 'aw, you're so silly.' as if you're a naive child who is mindlessly babbling about something you don't know. as if he's the smartest person in the world. you know this smile because your father has aimed it at you multiple times.
"what are you smiling at?!" you snap, voice hoarse. he shakes his head almost fondly, his thumb caressing your bottom lip— spreading the drying blood around your chin.
"it amuses me," he starts, snorting again, "how you still believe in humanity after what i just did to you."
you're frozen as you stare at him, breathing ragged. he stares at your lips, plays with the blood there before pulling his hand back and licking the crimson fluid off his thumb. he tilts his head to the side, eyes coldly boring into yours.
"you want to know how men really are?" he quirks an eyebrow, unimpressed, "they will find out where you live and they'll come have their own fun with you."
"some time will pass and you'll eventually start selling your body to perverted old men on the street." his voice takes that business-like tone again. he stands up, adjusts his suit jacket as he looks around the apartment. "weak little girls like you can't handle that kind of lifestyle."
he bends down and picks up his stolen wallet off the floor. he opens it, pulls out that card you saw before. the one with the weird shapes on it. he holds it out towards you, "here's an opportunity. you can call the number on this and participate in some games that will get you money—" he gestures towards the cash on the floor- your prize from playing ddakji. "— or you can keep living like this and encounter more horrible men like me who won't be as gentle with you as i was."
the last line makes you snort bitterly. right. gentle. his bruises would last for days, the trauma a lifetime. if this is his idea of gentle, you would never want to know what his 'rough' entails. his eye twitches and he smiles back, before dropping the card on your lap.
you stay on the floor, frozen, the reality of what just happened to you settling in. you can keep living like this— pickpocketing men, making ends meet with stolen change, getting raped, and living in this clusterfuck of an apartment just to avoid your father; or you can go wherever all that money came from. his voice sounds faraway when he speaks again.
"i'm trusting you to make the right choice."
he gathers his briefcase, sends one more glance your way before exiting the apartment like he was never there in the first place.
A/N: im not very good with smut, but i tried. i really wanted to write just porn but i physically cant bring myself to do that without adding lots of plot and psychological elements and a backstory. otherwise it feels soulless to me. i hope i didnt bore you. for anyone who read this, thank you. feedback and reblogs are always appreciated. maybe i'll write about inho soon too.
tags for people who commented for a part 2: @rafesbunniebby @screaming-potato @nerdybarbariancupcake @deadddoll
Contains/Warnings: oral fixation , oral sex , seduction , knife play , cross dressing , bottom!reader .
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Gi-hun, the man you once called a best friend.Definitely not anymore.
The way the white plushy dress hugged your body was a constant reminder of what you had intentionally agreed to.
The way the white plushy dress hugged your body was a constant reminder of what you had intentionally agreed to.
Why were you here in the first place, sitting pretty upon a bench, legs crossed , wind making the bottom of the dress puff up daring anyone to take a peak underneath.
Well..-
“No way in hell!” Shaking your head as fast as you can possibly do, hands moving with you as your face smeared into a snarl.
Sitting across from you was a man, head in his hands, tan skin and bright red hair, easily noticed. “Please..i wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important.”
The tone of his voice was desperate , mixed with unusual fear.But, yet his eyes held an intensity, confident swirled inside them. Tone and eyes different from each other.
“ You want me to seduce a random man..” eye brows raised as you spoke with question, “- do you know how crazy that looks and sounds?!”
Sighing, the other didn’t speak for moments.Before standing up, briefcase suddenly in hand, the case smashing onto the wooden table placed Infront of you.
Dollar bills wrapped in bands was placed before you, the bright green was contrast next to the broken down table it sat on.
“Take it all.” Was he serious.Your face shocked, mouth open slightly, ‘ with this money I can pay more than just my rent..’ taking your eyes off the prize , locking eyes with the man. Motioning him on to continue his plea.
“Just..do this for me , please..?”
Was it the money that got you to do this , or was it your dearest friend seeking out for you in his desperate state. Possibly both.
Applying a random lipgloss, coating your lips in strawberry gloss, trying the best to look girly.
You had been here for at-least 10 minutes, waiting for the mysterious man in a suit.
You had gotten restless at this point, playing with a loose strand of your hair.
Before a voice call out to you “Ma’am?” perking up as you fix posture.
Tilting your head sideways, eyeing the man dressed in grey, hair elegantly combed back. A briefcase sat in the empty spot between you two. “ Care to play a game?”
This had to be the guy gi-hun was searching for.
Batting your eyes at him, smiling you responded. “I’ll do anything as long as you’re here.” Your hands daring to reach onto his thigh before you can think rationally.
He looked surprised, sure, he had more than a few girls alike hit on him. He kept those encounters professional, but you.. you were different than the other low life’s.
Silence passed on, feeling ashamed of yourself as seconds burned, hand slowly trying to ease away from the other.
In a fast motion, the man’s hand held onto your wrist. Lips quirked into a grin, “ You’re playing dangerous here.”
You sat there for a second too long, you didn’t expect him to play along. Snapping out of it, you couldn’t lose him now that you got him.
“We all need danger in our lives..” tongue licking across your bottom lip , exaggerating your lips to shine even more. Taking his hand into yours, intertwining together.
The man’s eyes had a glint in them, like he was pulling back his true intentions behind a facade.
“ A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out here alone.” Making eye contact as his finger trailed to your jaw. “- never know what could be lurking in the darkness..”
Heat pooled in your stomach, bringing your legs tighter together.
Pouting , remaining the act you put on despite your own nervousness. “Would you be the one lurking?” As your hand fell to your sides, his own gone before it leached on your bare thigh, the skirt ridding up, showing off the smooth skin.
Cold fingers massaging into you, his face still held onto that smirk. “ I’ll be worse than that.”
Urging yourself to lean towards him, as your lips grazed his ear , whispering your own thoughts.
“Give me the worst.”
Before you could think strategically, your own mind applying images of the possibility’s of what could happen once you allowed yourself in the other’s presence.
You found yourself sat on a cold marble counter, the man’s expensive cologne invading you, clouding any sense that can come out.
Fingers pressed into your skin, the hand making its way up, bringing it closer and closer to the truth. You weren’t a girl.
This wasn’t in the plan you and the red head had agreed to.You weren’t supposed to go to the man’s house, all you had to do was get his number.
But .. the charming guy lead you into his arms , whispering of how much fun you guys can have. How could you not melt into his embrace.
The Lacy panty’s you had on wore a wet dot, Pre-cum leaking onto the pretty pink fabric.
Warm hands hooked onto the top, yanking it down, watching as the fabric fell on the ground.
Biting down your lip, the skin chipping from the force you held on it. What will he do once he found out you were a boy.
“Oh..” his eye brows raised slightly, looking down before finding your face again. “ Full of surprises aren’t you?”
A huff left him, his mouth working its way in you, as your tongues fought for dominance.
Whimpers leaving you as he gripped your hardness, saliva linking as he pulled away, “Good thing i love surprises..”
Yanking you slightly up with your length, shriek escaping you.
The feeling of a sharp knife found itself resting on your cheek, sliding it into your skin, leaving a tiny cut that bleed.
The blade dragging it’s up to your throat. Pressing down , enough to make you regret your decision.
“ You’ll do what i say?” The cold metal pressing into you, nodding softly, answering, “Everything.”
Leaving the blade next to you, smiling at you, eyes eating the image of you.
Cooing at you, “ Got all dressed up for me..” his fingers playing with your tip, smearing itself with your mess.
The finger coated with you, bringing it to his lips.
Popping it into his mouth, you could only watch as the man indulged himself. The sound of spit as he slowly took his finger out his mouth. “Let’s hope you don’t break on me doll.”
He teased you on, frustrated as you pouted, your cock throbbed as it was battered with teasing touches.
You were used to the teasing that it was unexpected as he suddenly jerked you, the pace getting faster and faster.
Pleasure shot through you, your own fingers went to your mouth on instinct, sucking on yourself, muffling your words, “S-stop.. teasi..ing!”
Arching off the counter, clenching around nothing , “Me teasing?.. you’re the one walking around in short dresses.”
The ache in you surrounded your entire body, his hand skillfully bringing you undone.
Slobber dripped down your fingers,throwing your neck back , baring it open.
Teeth latching itself on you, biting down before sucking. As the others hand continued to simulate you.
Moans echoed around the room, twitching in his warm hand you felt yourself coming undone.
Coating yourself in his palm, the mess dripping down to the floor, ruining the white dress you wore.
It wasn’t even a minute before his hand began working you to hardness again. “A-ah.!”
“I want you to feel yourself while you suck me off.” He said it so casually, overstimulated you nod shakily.
Bare knees hit the floor, mouth wide open for him. Trying to get comfortable seemed impossible as the floor kept grazing your hard on.
The blade found itself tracing your jaw, leaving behind red marks as blood oozed out.
His heavy length nestled in you, giving it little licks, his groans urged you on. Engulfing yourself on his hard on.
The knife dropped to the ground beside you, barely missing you. His hands griping your hair, forcing you onto him. Making you grind into the floor.
Gagging, he continued to thrust in and out, the sound of wetness left you embarrassed.
“Gonna paint you with my mess-“ picking up the pace.”- look so beautiful with it.”
His scent left you dizzy, holding onto his clothed thighs to hold yourself.Swallowing around him , clenching your mouth.
Your saliva making it easy to fuck your face.Your moans vibrated around him, twitching inside you.
No warnings as he pulled out, the sound popping off as you close your eyes. The stickiness dripped down your body, ultimately ruining the pretty dress.
Coming down his high , tucking himself in his pants, leaning downward to your height.
He watched as you wipe yourself clean, licking away the saltiness on your mouth.
“Now.. care to tell me why you were trying to seduce me?”
summary_ where the salesman has to hide his true nature because he was too interested in the foreigner student living across his street.
warnings_ AGE GAP (reader in her early 20s and American), ANGST, FLUFF (soft!salesman), implied sex (very mild and bad), plot twist at the end. No proofreading yet…
notes_magnetic and switch were on replay while writing this <3 SOMEONE ANSWER MY QUESTION AT THE END!!!
♫ ♪ the worst playlist 4 gong yoo
✰ Index (+ fics here)
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It wasn’t a day without music.
You weren’t trying to sound cringe when you admitted you couldn’t live a day without music.
While showering, cooking, studying, painting your nails, walking to take the subway, or working in your office, you always have your EarPods or cable ones plugged into your ears.
And while that happened, you rarely looked at your surroundings. You knew you were in safe neighborhoods all the time.
After living for only a month in Namyangju in Seoul, you moved when a bright opportunity arose in a wealthier neighborhood.
The building across the street was sophisticated, futuristic, and bigger in comparison with yours; which could be considered vintage but cozier.
Hence why you didn’t know who lived there. And certainly, you were clueless about the neat man in an elegant suits and sweet smile coming out of said building each morning.
Men never approached you. Since you were a foreign woman, you were an outcast and outsider. And Korean society was not very fond of foreigners. Not that you could generalize, but it was an obvious fact.
And you weren’t looking for a boyfriend either. You had learned to enjoy the solitude after entering your twenties. With no boyfriend and few girlfriends, you would make it.
It was a very late winter, almost spring Saturday when you arrived at your favorite sushi spot near your apartment.
The place had a special roll of ahi tuna with spicy mayo, avocado, and fresh cucumber on top that you really loved.
It was slightly warm and orders were being shouted while you waited for your takeout.
It was then when you first saw him.
“A salmon sashimi order, please…” he said and you eyed him.
Tall, fit, great haircut, elegant suit. Overall, very great looking.
But you quickly turned back to your phone because there was no way a seeming bachelor like him would pay attention to you.
Plus, you weren’t looking for a boyfriend.
Plus two, that type of man would never be into you.
“Do you come here often?” you hear and you almost froze after seeing the handsome man facing you.
You were shocked.
“Sorry?” you ask just to clarify if you had actually heard him speaking English.
“I asked if you come here often…”
“Mostly every Friday or Saturday,” you say and he nods, offering you a polite smile.
“Me too. I had never seen you before”
His pronunciation was almost perfect and he had a sultry tone of voice that made you feel nervous and intrigued.
“Either you come too early or too late” You don’t want to sound like you’re flirting, you don’t think the man in front of you is interested. You decided that after being shocked. “I’m usually spent up with college and all”
“You’re a student?” you nod at him, attempting to smile for the first time.
The man in the suit smiles back and the attraction is undeniable.
“Yes, one more year and a half to graduate” Your hands were shaking but you pretended too well to not look bothered by the handsome man talking to you. “But I’m already an English teacher for kids with my associate's degree”
He didn’t know much about the occidental education, but he believed you were smart enough. At least you seemed like that.
“That’s great,” he says and you hear your order is ready.
You smile at the handsome man one last time and you are ready to leave, fully mentally set that it was only a friendly gesture to talk with a man like him.
“Care to join me for dinner?” You turn, shocked once again.
He offered a sweet smile that you couldn’t refuse.
“Where to, sir?” he smirked, pleased.
He had you right where he wanted.
“Wherever you’d like…”
Yeah, he seemed older, maybe late thirties, but he looked nice, he was approaching you, he could be single and you couldn’t miss the chance to say a neat guy like him showed interest in you.
“Sure” you finally accept and he starts leading the way.
“I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have missed your vibrant clothing if I had seen you before,” he says as he keeps the door open for you to come out.
“Well, it’s not like I’m the most interesting or appealing woman, sir” he chuckles.
“If that were true, I would say there are no mirrors in your place, dear” You instantly blush, your legs feeling wobbly and a smile creeping up your face.
And you considered yourself fine, you had so much self-love. Still, you were thrilled to see how a man like him was interested in you
But he was lying. He had seen you for the first time a month ago….
…
You’re sweaty but freshly waxed.
Only you were imprudent enough to bake on a hot day. Your music was playing from your iPad charging in the kitchen when there was a knock on your door.
Your bare feet drag you across the living room and into the little reception room and when you open your door, you smile deeply.
“I brought our dinner” There is your salesman, in a dark grey suit, black tie, and dress shoes. Briefcase in one hand, takeout in the other.
“I baked cookies” you reply, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
“Can’t miss the smell…” he had never tried American cookies before.
Things were going well, to say the least.
The salesman was actually interested in you and turned out to be great company.
It would always amaze you how two different people could fit so well, like puzzle pieces that connect to totally different things.
His polished shoes rest near the entrance beside your sequin mary janes. His blazer was hanging beside your salmon coat and his hand was rubbing soft circles around your back.
Your legs were hanging over his lap and you were laying, one arm in the armrest of your coach while you admired the man beside you.
His eyes screamed he was falling in love, he knew. There was an unspoken rule about keeping private his identity and protecting the games. But no clause stated he couldn’t have interpersonal relationships or marry.
So there he was giving doe eyes to an American woman who was younger than him.
“If I didn’t know you, I’d say you have the eyes of a sweet sociopath” Both of you burst into laughter. Him actually finding the fun in your words.
If only you knew…
“And I’d say you have the eyes of a lovely perfectionist” you huff, playfully pulling his tie out of place.
“I’m not a perfectionist” he eyes your place as you laugh, noticing all the books and trinkets you had. “I just gave you half-burned cookies”
“And you also waited in advance to wait for your college website to open your registration window”
“Registration is a vital thing, handsome” he smiles and stares deeply at you, making you feel nervous but eager to smile back.
The comfortable feeling of being with him causes you to have an epiphany.
A realization from your heart.
Your fingers trace the fabric of his dress shirt and he pays closer attention to your touch.
“Will I ever see you with some clothes that are not nice suits?” He chuckles before leaning closer, applying pressure, your thighs pushing against your stomach.
“You could see me without the suit…” your cheeks burn and he notices it, smiling at the sight. “Don’t be shy, baby”
“You make me nervous all the time” you admit, a little giggle coming out involuntary.
“Really?” He asks feigning doubt, smiling, and grasping your chin.
You roll your eyes.
“Just kiss me already” he wastes no time and quickly pulls you into his lap.
What starts as a soft but deep kiss slowly turns into a needy one. Your fingers curl into his soft hair and his hands land in your hipbones, just to start urging you to grind against him.
“Don’t make me say it” you manage to say, out of breath as he started kissing your neck. “Just know that I want it so bad”
“As you wish so…” You didn’t know how badly he wanted to tie you up and see how much he could ruin you.
His lunatic behavior is well hidden under rough but lovely touches and nibbles all across your body.
His long fingers cherished each mole, scar, and stretch mark in your figure, only making you accept how much you liked him.
You pulled a handsome man like him and it only made your ego boost.
The salesman was made for you.
…
Over the months, while being abroad, you mastered your loneliness to the point where you had started to explore the city by yourself.
Now you have a boyfriend, but he gives you a lot of independence during the week.
Three weeks ago he took you to dinner and on the way back, while passing by a park, both of you acknowledged that dating would be fine.
There weren’t a lot of things in common between you two. Your salesman was older, he liked music from his childhood years from the eighties and loved grunge music from when he was a teenager. But he mostly loved classical music. He liked traditional Korean dishes and enjoyed sitting on your little terrace to simply enjoy the view.
When it came to you, you enjoyed all types of music but mostly from your childhood in the 2000s and 2010s, music that was released nowadays and from the fifties or sixties. You always missed dishes from back home and your boyfriend urged you to show him what you liked.
He was sweet but rough. A real gentleman who never made you feel insecure or uncomfortable, purely devotion.
The relationship remained new, but you could tell it was looking too good to be true.
You asked for a smoothie with spirulina and collagen. The smurf blue painted a little bit of your tongue as you sipped your drink outside of a coffee shop.
It was sunny and a little foggy at the same time, and you were utterly relaxed that you almost gagged when someone called you.
“… y/n?” when you turned to your left, you saw your boyfriend, in another suit, briefcase, and two bags full of bread in his hands.
You chuckled and frowned confused.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, taking off your sunglasses. “And why did you got all that bread?”
He wasn’t expecting you near him that morning. In fact, he wasn’t expecting you for the rest of the day. It was on the weekends when he was attached to the hip with you.
He could play the card of an obvious and innocent boyfriend very well.
“It is my day to buy treats for the workmates” he explains with a sweet smile, you sigh, smiling and nodding.
“Ah, I see” you reply, not knowing what else to say. “I had a very short lecture”
“Are you going home now?” He asked, not really worried but wanting to make sure you were not going to the park across the street. Just where he had plans…
“I think so. Maybe I’ll go to get some new trinkets from the mall” he nodded, debating whether to get closer to you or not. He wasn’t sure making contact with you in public was correct.
It was you who walked away, only turning to say goodbye.
“Call me tonight. And be safe, dear” you say smiling while blowing him a kiss.
It touched him. He had to be very careful now that he had you. Right where he wanted to.
…
There is no steam, but it should be.
It was another Friday, no more burdens until Monday.
And you weren’t alone.
“Fuck, y/n…” you had your salesman cursing and moaning your name in the shower.
“Just a little rougher, baby” you beg, savoring the cold water running down your throat and towards your breasts.
One of his hands skillfully carried your left leg up, so your knee was brushing his ribs.
“Aww, my girl wants more?” You nod, closing your eyes to focus on not cumming yet.
And out of nowhere, between deep and rough thrusts of him, you hear him saying something.
“I have to leave tomorrow,” he says between pants, with his eyes closed and battling with how good you were taking him. “Conference outside Seoul. Just a week, baby…”
Your pleasure is paused by his words.
“Why you waited to tell me a day before you’re leaving?…” he stops fucking you.
He realizes you didn’t take well the news and it makes him feel bad. He could swear there were almost tears in your face.
“Oh, no, my blossom. Don’t be sad…” you almost tear up, pathetic. But it took you by surprise and you hated saying goodbye even if it was temporary. “I’ll call you as soon as I can”
You do not say anything. You try to disguise your discomfort with the way he is still inside you, hard and ready to be back to action.
But he already knew you too well.
“I’m sorry. I’ll tell with anticipation next time” You eye him and you realize you love him.
“It’s okay. I understand”
Soon you forgot how well he went back to fucking you. Feeling so full of him, you kept tasting the way he moaned your name and kissed your chin.
But in the morning, just as you touched the cold and empty sheets, you missed him.
And as a woman, you couldn’t ignore the omen building up.
…
The first fight with your salesman wasn’t tremendous but it sure hurt.
You were utterly disappointed after not receiving a text or call from him in almost four days. You didn’t argue when he called, but it was beyond obvious that you were irritated. And it ended up in a bittersweet conversation and you hanging up abruptly.
The salesman was expecting you to yell and argue nonstop. But he was surprised by your short answers and tired tone of voice.
It made him feel bad. Like genuinely bad for worrying you.
But he couldn’t call you while being on the island. He had to wait an extra day to avoid suspicions from his boss. And now that he had a new task; to be extremely careful while being in Seoul because Seong Gi-hun was searching for him.
The salesman was stressed but as soon he heard your sweet voice, he almost felt bad.
You were his most precious thing in life.
The only thing keeping him from totally being insane. Like a magnetic pair, meant to fit despite being totally opposite.
You had such a strong hold on him that the salesman even found questioning his life decisions.
So he did a great job apologizing to you for not calling you sooner.
And a week later, he promised to take you to some thematic fancy bar in Gangnam.
He was smoking, a bad habit he had passed to you. But it was kind of a warm afternoon and he was waiting for you near the subway station.
A couple of minutes had passed when the salesman found himself out of breath after watching you arrive. Rarely does he see you in dresses, always vivid coats, shoes, and tops but never dresses.
That afternoon you had a cream satin gown, cowboy boots, and a long black coat. With red lips and sparkling eyes.
“By the way you’re looking at me… I might believe I look great” is the first thing you say, wrapping your arms around him and urging him to give you a peck. He chuckles, hugging you back.
“You also look too good, dear” his deep voice sends shivers through your spine.
He also looked too damn fine. Dress pants and a black turtleneck sweater, making him look younger and sexier-if that was even possible.
“Not too bad yourself too, honey” you compliment him and both of you start descending to the station.
You were excited because your salesman had shown you pictures of the bar, it was futuristic and you told him he had to take a lot of pictures of you in the restroom because it was all dark and it had neon lights. He rolled his eyes but assured me he would be your photographer.
By the time both of you were waiting, the salesman looked around.
Just to be careful. But to his surprise, it was more than that.
He studied the face of Seoung Gi-hun, he had only seen him once years ago. Now, it wasn’t only him the problem, but the shark loans he befriended.
A group of men looked around while seated on a bench, then texting.
“Let’s take a cab better” your boyfriend announces before grabbing your hand and dragging you upstairs again. “Wait- why?”
He doesn’t say anything, you look back and see a man staring at you in the distance.
Interesting…
“Are you telling me what the hell was that?” You ask again once you are back outside, on a sidewalk.
Your boyfriend eyes you briefly before turning away to gesture for a cab to stop.
“Didn’t you see that man? In maroon shirt and disheveled hair?” He asks and you frown.
“No?” he shrugs, opening the cab door for you. “Doesn’t matter… I just didn’t like how he was staring around. Maybe it was just me being paranoid”
You chuckle.
“As if they were looking for you…” his eyes snap open, and he turns to look at you after telling the directions to the driver. But you’re looking at the passing street.
He stares too much until something clicks.
Something he had completely missed.
…
Great food, great drinks, great pictures taken, and great kisses and subtle touches in the darkness of the dance floor.
When you open your eyes, you see only your desk lamp is on, everything else is quiet and dark. You are tied in a chair.
“How fun was to play detectives?” you hear him, standing up from your couch. “You’re the detective Seong Gi-hun hired”
The fucker had made you drink more than intended.
It was a few months after completing your first semester in Seoul. You needed money and Gi-hun needed a subtle person that wouldn’t draw much attention. A foreigner was perfect. He promised to prioritize your safety and be fair.
“I accepted the deal before I had even met you”
“Since when do you know?” He asks, demanding an immediate answer.
“The day I saw you at the bakery” you admit, sighing.
He chuckles, turning his back to you.
“Too damn smart, my girl” you should be scared, but you aren’t.
“Yeah no shit” you huff, your hands opening and then clenching in distress. “Now I’ve been playing dumb for weeks. Pretending I haven’t got new clues that lead to you…”
“That’s sweet of you…” he turns back to face you.
And lifts his arm, pointing at you with a revolver.
Suddenly not so romantic.
“Gonna kill me, honey?” you smile, feigning innocence.
“I should do so, according to my boss” he presses the gun against your forehead, but you don’t flinch.
Based on stereotypes and some intersectionality, he thought it was ‘so American of you’
“Then do it” you dare him, feeling how was paying more attention to the fallen straps of your nightgown dress. “Pull the fucking trigger, handsome”
“I really should kill you” Your lips taste the metal of the gun, your salesman is a little insane.
“But I love you” he chuckles, leaning, putting both his hands in the armrest of the chair.
Inches away from you.
“I love you too” Your lips brush against his, the tension increasing.
It was so weird for him to admit he loved someone. After spending more than two decades unable to feel genuine human emotions, he was nonchalant, but deep inside, he was scared.
So he untied your hands.
“So what we’re going to do about this?”
It’s unbearable to be so close to him and not throw you against him. Your arms hugging him and pulling him closer.
“We both hush, honey” you whisper in his ear.
He kisses you, sliding an arm under your legs and the other on your back, carrying you to bed.
“As long and far as we need to” he promises and you nod, kissing him.
…
SOMEONE, PLEASE TELL ME IF GONG YOO’s CHARACTER DIED OR NOT IN THE SILENT SEA 🗣️
Plot: some nsfw head canons about the Salesman aka the Recruiter, based on some letters of the alphabet;
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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
The Salesman has manhandled you in positions you did not even think were humanly manageable. Out of them, however, the salesman loves to have you either on your hands and knees, head pressed down in the pillow, or the good old mating press.
You could say it depends mostly on his mood. If he keeps the eye-contact with you, he is feeling somewhat more romantic, more human. Even if his cock brushes against your cervix unforgivingly every now and then. Your legs, pressed to your chest, make you look vulnerable and he loves that.
And, damn, is he not talkative when he messes you up like that?
“Fuck, I was thinking that fucking you raw is like playing the Russian Roulette. If I hit the nail on the head, we are screwed” he growled next to your ear, not minding the risk of impregnating you.
If he encloses the back of your neck with his hand and pushes your face down on the mattress, my dear, he is going to ravage you until you are sore. But he loves the way your ass ripple with each brutal thrust he gives you. The words falling from his mouth are far less loving than the possibility of getting you pregnant.
“Slut, you’re dripping like a cat in heat”.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
This man probably has a tattoo somewhere on his body reciting ‘kinky bastard’ in capital letters. The first one is dacryphilia. To some extent, he may care for your well-being during sex. It is rough, mindblowing. Obviously, it leaves you shaking, copious tears streaming down your cheeks. You have no idea how hard he gets, when you sob underneath him, needy, hapless and on the brink of breaking down.
Spanking and face slapping are a must. He does not hit you as hard as he does to the potential players he meets at the station. However, he does not go easy on you. You are bruised, at the end of the day.
If he is upset, expect him to lure you to have some anal sex. Your whimpers when he stretch you out himself are a manna from heaven. Unfortunately, it may last not as long as it does when he is messying up your pussy. It is all about pain. The more desperate you are, the faster he spurts into you.
The mention of honor goes to gun play. He never tells you if it is really loaded, or not, when he presses it against your temple. What you know is that you are still alive.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Our dear recruiter is a busy man, especially when that time of the year comes. When he comes back home, it is so late you are already alseep. Do not think he would have remorses in waking you up, if he needs to fuck you dumb, because he would.
The thing is he needs to rest too. Quickies are not his thing, but they are necessary. He is a sneaky bastard, not sticking to have them early in the morning, or when he is about to leave.
He may stalk you down the streets, easily becoming your shadow until you end up nearing an alley. My dear, this is when he clasps his hand over your mouth and shoves you against the wall. You are used to his antics by now. You do not feel ashame to walk off with a limp, afterwards. Not anymore, at least.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
This man has probably owns an arsenal of toys. And, no, we are not talking about his weapons. He is not the type to indulge in plain vanilla sex. There is always going to be some kind of an object among the bedsheets, when he pins you underneath him and reels at the lewd faces you make for him.
He is a sadist inclined to use the toys on his favorite victim: you.
Do not be surprised, if he handcuffs you to the bedpost, or involves ropes in the particularly intense sessions awaiting for you, when he had a bad day. You cry out in pleasure and pain and it is irking him? Fine. Gags it is.
He sees you as a small pet eager to please him. Drool for him, whilst he uses nipple clamps on your already sensitive buds. If you wince, when he is deep inside of you, he may just shoot his load deep in your bowels. Nothing excites him more than your teary eyes and wobbling lower lip.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He is definitely territorial. His jealousy takes over easily and, along with hickeys hard, if not impossible, to camouflage with a scarf and some make up, he jerks off with your panties. He does not see the necessity to make you wear your now cum-covered underwear, if he is by your side, though.
Yet, expect him to demand you to parade around the city, unable to hide the squelching sounds of your thighs brushing together, when the cum seeps from the fabric and stains the inside of your legs, if you are going out alone. Your boss, your friends, the men you cross paths with throughout the day, well, they just have to know you have a boyfriend and that you comply to his excessively unhinged and demeaning requests to please him.
When you reunite at home, he expects you to sit on his lap and narrate the mortifying experience of talking to strangers, or coworkers whilst entirely soaked and smelling of his semen.
Author note.
Hello there! This is my first time writing for the Squid Game fandom. Hopefully, I did not disappoint the audience! Let’s just say that my brainrot for this man was eating me alive and I had to write a little something for him. Your impressions and comments are greatly appreciated!
