- he likes it rough, but will be gentle when you need it to be
- he loves leaving marks on you, and especially in visible places when he’s allowed to
- obsessed with your ass, constantly stares at it even when you’re in public
- teases you like crazy during sex. likes making fun of your moans and mimicking you (despite the fact that he makes even sluttier ones when he’s the bottom)
- loves getting head from you. no matter when or where, he wants his cock in your mouth.
bottom namgyu hcs
- very very VERY loud moans.
- wants you to pull his hair and play with it all the time, even non sexually
- whore
- can cum from just you fucking him alone, doesn’t even need you to jerk him off
- he likes when you degrade him
- definitely prefers to bottom
- has had a threesome with you and thanos, and wasn’t able to walk for a good while
After the riot, frontman decides that Gihun needs to get some punishment, so he asks his favorite guard to take care of it, of course, while he watches.
| NO PLACE TO HIDE! |
| bottom player 456/gi hun x top guard male reader
| summary: you work as a guard for the frontman, and he decides that he wants to punish gi hun, and assigns you to do the task. this leads to you giving him his “punishment” all while the frontman watches.
| tags: oral sex (reader receiving), throat fucking, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, voyeurism, guns, hand jobs (gi-hun receiving), dub con, takes place season 2
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“guard 06, i request your presence.”
the frontman spoke through the speaker. you recognize the number as your own. you weren’t sure what he wanted, but usually it was something to do with his “special requests”, almost always leading to something sexual. he spoke differently to you than to the other guards, and it seemed like they started to catch on to the fact that you were the frontman’s favourite. but they would never even think about questioning it, terrified of what would happen to them.
you stepped aside, making your way to his quarters, ignoring the looks the other guards gave you through the mask. as you entered the room, you saw he was seated on his couch (as he always seemed to be). you held your hands together and stood tall.
“take off your mask and stand in front of me, okay?”
you nodded, mostly to yourself, and moved in front of him, before taking off your mask nervously. you felt strangely self conscious, running your hand through your hair.
“i’d like you to do something for me, as i trust you the most personally out of all the other guards. you see, player 456 has been..out of line. you’ve noticed it, haven’t you?”
you nod, recalling that 456 was a previous winner of the games. he had returned, and was trying to get revenge against the games.
“of course, i don’t want this. so id like you to punish him for it, alright?”
you nodded again. although, why did he want you of all people? shouldn’t this be done by someone of higher power? there was no reason for it to be you specifically, unless…
“and yes. it will be that type of punishment.”
oh. your face flushed slightly at the implication. that made a lot more sense. he had asked you for…favours…in the past, so you should have guessed.
“so, sir, what are the details i should know in order to fulfil your request?” you say, fidgeting slightly.
he took a drink from his glass. “you don’t need to be so professional. relax a little. and i’d like you to do it tonight. take him to room 636 and take care of it. il provide what you need.” he said.
you nod once again, and he motions for you to leave. you put your mask back on, and begin to exit. before you make it out the door, he calls out.
“and make sure you don’t wear your mask during it. i want to see your face.”
you stopped slightly, processing. that meant he would be watching.
as the time came for lights out, the players were gathered in their sleeping quarters. as they lined up and walked into the room, you grabbed player 456 before he could leave. he looked up at you, confused. he was definitely handsome, you understood why the frontman had such a fascination with him. he was last in line, so you didn’t have to worry about the other players getting suspicious too quickly. you tightened your grip on his arm.
“come with me.” you say, hiding your nervousness. you weren’t usually obliged to speak, so it felt strange using your voice around players. he glared at you but didn’t resist much otherwise. you dropped his arm, trusting he would follow as you led him to the room. you unlocked the door, allowing him to enter first. the first things you noticed were the box on the floor, the makeshift bed, and the security camera. you blushed somewhat, embarrassed at the reality of what was going to happen. player 456 or gi-hun, as you recalled, looked at you with a mix of confusion and suspicion. you shook of your meek attitude, deciding it was best to take control.
“gi-hun. do you understand why the front man wanted you here?” you say, locking the door. he looks up at you, and furrows his eyebrows.
“no. what does he want with me?” he mutters, taking in the surrounding area. he seemed surprised that you used his name, rather than his number, and you could tell he was nervous. you point at the bed, and motion for him to sit.
he hesitated. “why? answer me, what does he want?!” he exclaims, getting visibly angry and concerned.
you sigh, annoyed. “relax. the frontman has noticed your…behaviour. he thinks you’re deserving of punishment.” you say, before grabbing him and shoving him down onto his knees. his eyes widen in shock, and he opens his mouth to protest. you cock your gun as a warning, which shuts him up.
you take off your mask, and he stares at your face. you were attractive, and you knew it. you looked up at the camera and took a breath. “you understand what’s going to happen, don’t you?” you mutter, lifting his chin. he nods, swallowing. he was strangely obedient now, a sudden change in attitude after realizing what this punishment really meant.
“give me that box on the floor.” you command. he scrambles to grab it as quickly as possible while remaining on his knees. you glare at him as he places it in your open hand, eyeing the gun pointed at him. you open the box, and find various lewd items. you grab leather handcuffs, walking behind him. you place them onto his hands, and click them securely. he shivers as he feels your hands against him. he was beautiful, you understood why the frontman had other reasons to pay attention to his behaviour, aside from his rebellion. you reposition yourself in front of him and tilt your head, watching him carefully. you look up at the second camera, and take another breath to calm yourself down.
“you know what to do.” you say, hoping he does in fact understand. you undo your belt, and slide your pants down along with your boxers. your cock sprang free, and you bit your lip to hide your slight embarrassment. he looked up at you with glossy eyes, and god, it was hot. he then opened his mouth, taking the head of your cock inside. he sucked on it, using his tongue in all the ways he knew you would like. he seemed experienced, his skillful mouth doing wonders for you. he took the rest into his mouth, breathing though his nose carefully as he deepthroated you. you groaned and gripped his hair. it was soft, showing how much he cared about looking and feeling his best. maybe he really was a whore.
you gripped his hair tighter, and shoved his face down. you pushed him against your stomach, your cock buried inside his throat. you held him there, watching tears stream down his face as he struggled to swallow around your dick. he looked perfect like this, if only he could be like this forever, a cock filling his mouth, and him taking it like the slut he was meant to be. you pulled him off once he started to panic, and he gasped in all the air he could.
“oh? can the whore not take it?” you tease, running your hair through his hair. he looks up at you, shaking his head.
“no- no i can take it- please…” he begs, his voice hoarse. strange. he was begging you to keep fucking him now. it was hot as fuck. you smile, grabbing his hair again and fucking his throat roughly. you used him like a human fleshlight, reveling in his gags and chokes. you looked up from his figure, staring at the camera as you fucked his tight mouth. you knew the front man was watching you. you winked at the camera, exaggerating it with a rough thrust to match. you looked back down at his face, realizing you were close to cumming.
without warning him, you buried your cock in his throat again and came down his throat. he choked, struggling to swallow it all. once you thought he was finished, you let him go. you looked down, and noticed how hard he was. you smiled to yourself. you put your pants back on, and leaned down to be on his level.
“lift your hips.” you command, taking out lube from the box. you slide down his pants, taking out his aching dick. it was leaking and oh so painfully hard. you proudly bathed in how he was hard for you. of course, you didn’t want to make the front man upset by taking his favourite player from him. you squirted some lube onto your hand, warming it up, before starting to pump his cock. he whimpered, bucking up into your hand. he was so desperate, you knew he would cum quickly. you speed up your pace, rubbing the tip and smearing the pre-cum that came out.
his eyes rolled back. “fuck- please please- i’m gonna cum-“ he begged, barely able to form a sentence. immediately after, he came onto your hand and got some on your suit. he panted and closed his eyes as he revelled in the afterglow of his orgasm. you slid his pants back up, and undid his handcuffs. you helped him stand up, showing some mercy after the brutal fucking you gave him. a voice spoke over the speakers.
“send him back to the sleeping quarters, and meet me in my office to speak.” the frontman commanded.
oh, you were going to do much more than speak to the front man.
part two perhaps?
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Hi! :D Could you write something with Nam-Gyu x reader? Something where the reader has a fixation on Nam-Gyu’s hands and can’t help but stare at them, especially when he gestures or gently runs his fingers through your hair to move it away from face. When the lights go out in the dorm, Nam-Gyu notices the stares and confronts the reader about it... The tension builds and things get heated: while he’s fucking the reader from behind, the reader’s moans get too loud, so Nam-Gyu pushes his fingers down the reader’s throat, making him suck to keep quiet...
Sorry if this is a bit confusing it’s my first time making a request 🥲 By the way, your fics are amazing!
SURE SHOT!
top nam gyu x bottom male reader
summary: you adore your boyfriends hands, so much so that he notices and decides to use it to shut you up in bed
you’d just gotten back from another game. the torture was never ending, but you were at least with your beloved boyfriend. he was the only thing keeping you alive and as happy as possible in the gruesome conditions. as you walked back to your bed alongside nam gyu, you took his hand in yours, squeezing tightly. you lay down on the bed, and he lays beside you. you take his hand again, and start to fidget with his fingers. he takes his hand up to your face and cups it, and you lean into his touch.
“i love you…so much.” you say putting your hand over his. his smiles and nods, brushing your hair with his other hand. “i love you too darling. you’re so beautiful.” he mumbles, before taking your hand into his and leaving down on top of you.
you smile, rubbing his hand affectionately. you take his hand down and start to play with his fingers as he watches you. he tilts his head, but doesn’t make a comment.
tick, tick, tick, tick. then darkness.
you and nam gyu had been so distracted that you didn’t realize the lights went out, and it was time for you all to sleep. but the both of you weren’t finished, and you were feeling like you needed your boyfriend much more than ever right now. you look into his eyes, and despite the lights being dim, you both are able to communicate your lust. you both stand up, and walk to the bathrooms together. luckily, the guards let you both in, most likely because they know what you plan on doing (and would much rather have you not do it in front of them and the players). as soon as you get inside, you take him into your arms and kiss him. he kisses back with vigour, desperate for the taste of you after such a long time of deprivation due to the games. he pauses and pulls away at a moment, and you tilt your head in confusion.
“nam-gyu? what’s wrong?” you questions, rubbing his hands against your own. he looks down at your hands and sighs. “darling, why are you so obsessed with my hands? it’s cute, but i’m curious on why.” he says, pulling you in. you blush, not wanting to answer because it’s quite dirty. he raises his eyebrows knowingly, and smirks.
“oh, so it’s a fetish of yours? that’s cute. i can use that.” he grabs you again, kissing you harder and pushing you up against the wall. you moan into his mouth and grab hold of his waist. he smiles into the kiss and grabs your hair with one hand as he palms your cock with the other. you whimper out and break the kiss to start taking off your pants, and he does the same while keeping his eyes on you. once you’re done, he points down on the ground to get you to lay there. you wince at the image of how dirty it would be, but at this point you didn’t care. you lay on the ground, ass up and facing away from him. he kneels down behind you, before spitting on his fingers to get them wet. he starts to finger you open slowly, starting with just one finger, then two, and even three once you get greedy and to accommodate for his size. once you’re open enough, he wets his dick with his fingers and puts his hands on your hips.
“you ready baby?” he says, sliding his dick across your ass. you nod, and he immediately takes the invitation to push inside of you. you moan out at the pleasure of it, and he starts to thrust with shallow and slow movements. he rubs his hands across your back as he starts to thrust into you faster and harder then before. you arch your back more at his actions, moaning high and loud. he shushes you, but when it doesn’t work, he leans down and shoves his finger into your mouth. you gag, but start to suck on them and let out a muffled moan.
“aw, keep sucking my fingers like a good slutty boy for me baby. you’re so good for me…” he groans out, thrusting faster as he feels himself get close to a climax. he wraps his remaining hand around your cock and starts to pump it, getting you close to cumming as well. his thrusts start to stagger, and you clench around him.
“i’m gonna cum baby. you cum too okay? i wanna cum inside while you cum.”
you nod, still sucking his fingers as he lets out his final few thrusts before releasing his cum inside of you as you orgasm alongside him. he pulls out, his cum dripping out of your body as a marking that you are his. he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and you whine at the loss. you immediately rush to hold his hand again, and he chuckles at your behaviour.
