Summary: The squid games men with a sweet, kind, and slightly naive reader, who is just a total sweetheart throughout the games.
Warnings: American!Reader mentioned in the salesman’s part.
HWANG IN-HO
❀ How did such a sweet, caring being such as yourself end up in a place like this? That was In-ho’s first thought when you ran up to him, inviting to sit with your group, which conveniently had Gi-hun already in it. You could be useful. You were so young. Your trusting and naive nature was going to get you hurt. He knew what the people in these games would do for money, so from that day forward he vowed to protect you.
❀ He cheered you on in six legged race, making sure his guards knew not to kill you just in case your team didn’t make it to the end for some reason. And in mingle, he made sure you were no more than an arms length from him at all times. He’s gotta keep you safe, doesn’t he? And in the end—during the rebellion—he refuses to let you join. In-ho can’t risk losing another person he cares about. It would destroy him. So he begs you to stay put, and you do.
❀ When he finally makes it back to his quarters and becomes the frontman again, he makes sure you’re safe. For the next three games, he wastes no time telling the guards that they should give you hints and clues on the next games. Once this is all over, you two can be together, as you should’ve been all along.
THE SALESMAN (GONG YOO)
❀ When the salesman sees you—a foreigner, likely American—sitting on a wooden bench in the park he liked to walk in during his ‘work’ hours, he couldn’t help but think of what an impeccable target you would be. A perfect contestant for the games. So, Gong-Yoo approached you, expecting the normal untrusting response. Maybe you’d be confused, speaking in English or poor Korean.
❀ But the recruiter was shocked when you waved at him politely, letting him sit beside you. Yet, the most shocking of all, your Korean was amazing for a foreigner. He didn’t even have time to offer you a card to the games before he was engaged in a polite conversation with you. Gong-Yoo didn’t even want to recruit you for the games anymore. Despite being a sadist, subjecting you to such pain and torment seemed wrong for him to do.
❀ Gong-Yoo finds you every day on the same bench, waiting for him. You two quickly become friends, and then something more. The Salesman finds himself excited for your company. So when he asks you to get dinner with him, he couldn’t be more pleased when you happily accept his offer. Another win for him.
HWANG JUN-HO
❀ When Jun-ho discovers an American officer has been transferred to his department, he finds himself slightly intrigued. When he finally meets you, he’s shocked. When he thought of an American, you were the farthest thing from it. You were a complete angel. Not like how the other detectives had described Americans as patriotic and cocky. No, you were different, and Jun-ho feels himself drawn to you.
❀ Jun-ho suggests you work on the case together. I mean, you’re new to the country, aren’t you? You might need some help navigating Seoul! What if you get lost? Jun-ho should be there to guide you for your first time. That, and he might have…maybe…wanted to get to know you better. The two of you find yourselves meeting up quite frequently. At the park, the local library, the station. Anywhere, really.
❀ When the two of you finally ‘crack the case,’ as you say back in the states, Jun-ho cant help but fawn over you like a teenage boy. The way your excitement shows through your gleaming eyes, or how you immediately go to give him a high five. Yeah, he knows you’re the one for him.
warnings! daddy kink, reader is young…… gihun refers to reader as his baby
since the first game of red light green light, you knew this dilf was something else. your friends back home would of looked at you crazy if you told them you were going to fuck this man no matter what.
after the first game, he revealed that he already played before and won.. not only did you want to fuck him but he was also rich. fuck, why were you suddenly obsessed with him?
second game came around, and you were already by his side. grabbing onto his arm and placing it between your chest. “let me be on your team, please?” you pleaded giving him puppy eyes and tilting your head to the side.
he rolls his eyes, since the last game you’ve been clingy towards him. small touches and your flirty attitude, giving him pouts and cute smiles.
after the game, you all returned back to where you all were before the games. keeping close to him and holding onto his arm still. “that was scary~ we almost died!” you giggled with your new friend junhee.
gihun groans the more you continue to talk. you were just a nineteen year old girl with daddy issues. finally, you let go of him and continue talking with your new friend and talk about the baby that’s soon to come.
it was close to night time and the guards were allowing people to go to the bathroom for one last time before turning off the lights.
“gihun, are you coming?” his bestfriend jeongbae asks and gihun shakes his head no with that usual cold face of his. just like that, gihun was all alone in his thoughts… till you popped up.
“gihun~” you plopped yourself next to him and grabbed onto his arm pressing it between your boobs. fuck, you were so clingy.
he doesn’t say anything but look down at your puppy face, almost like a small pup wagging their tail. “watcha doing?”
“do you not need to go to the bathroom?” he asks you, hoping you’ll go away. but you shook your head. “nope.” you smiled at him.
he sighs, closes his eyes for a second before looking back at you. “look kid, im kinda stress right now so if you can leave me alone-”
“i can help with that!” you butt in. he stares at you for a second, questioning how you’ll be able to help.. till your tiny hand makes its way to his thigh.
oh..
“who knew youll turn into puddy when cock is in you.” he groans watching as you bounce up and down on his long thick dick.
you gasp when gihun fucks into you, lead leaning back as you grab onto his shoulders. “fuck, daddy! do that again!” he smirks to himself. “daddy? you want daddy to fuck you harder?” you nod your head unable to say anything else but moans and whines.
“my bratty baby..” gihun hums bringing a hand to your boob, bra shielding away your breast. he’s quick with his hands and moves your bra to the side of each side revealing your nice tits.
“my cute little girl..” he takes a tit to his hand and gives it a nice suck making you grind on his cock. “daddy!” you yelp as the older man licks you, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you closer.
he groans feeling your pussy close in on him, getting tighter. “pussy so tight, you’re the best baby.” his praise sends you over the moon, your whines and cute moans getting higher.
gihun released his lips from your boobs, finally, fucks his hips back up into you, making you yelp when his hard cock kisses your cervix. “it’s so fucking good..!” you whined out, leaning your head on his shoulder, letting the older man fuck your insides.
good thing his pants and boxers were down to his knees because your pussy was dripping and covering his lower self with your juice.
lifting your head up, you stare into his eyes. mouth agape as moans kept spilling from your mouth every time his cock hit that right place over and over again. “my baby..” he says locking your lips with his and giving him a sloppy and messy kiss, getting saliva all over your lips and his.
pulling away with a string of saliva connecting from each other. it wasn’t long till he felt you squeeze him so hard he moaned and stuttered his hips for a second. you moaned even louder now, with your legs giving up.
“is my baby going to cum?” you humm, nodding your head unable to say any words. getting fucked too good, too good all you were doing is babbling. “daddy! let me.. cum..” he smiles bringing a hand to your hair and running his hand up and down.
“cum, come over daddys dick” with another hip thrust, you throw your head back moaning loudly before bringing your head to his shoulder. gihun is not too behind and comes inside you.
after a few seconds of catching each others breaths, you finally had the courage to look at him. your cheeks all red, hair messy and lips red from the intense make out.
you two jump out of your skin when you hear banging coming from outside. “COME OUT NOW!” one of the guards yelled.
you stare back at gihun with wide eyes before breaking into a fit of giggles.
with your hair back to its original state, cleaning yourself up. you two walk out of the bathroom holding onto his arm again. this time, gihuns not complaining at all.
you two walk back to where your team was at, and you let go of his arm, immediately- he misses your warmth. you decide to sit next to junhee who was talking to an elder and you jump into the conversation like nothing.
you weren’t so bad, he might let you bother him again.
theres not enough gihun smut and that is NOT okay!!!!
CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, vip reader, wlw, pre-op hyunju, blood, violence, couch sex yay, unprotected sex, cowgirl, creampie, but the reader is prob on some sorta birth control so we’re good, half clothed stuff, praise, my girl is crying at being called gorjus, literally do NOT question how hyunju got in this position I just wanted to do vip x player ok, reader’s a shitty person but smut is all consensual I didn’t make her a complete ass, i kinda blended like two ideas I had together, so one being idea of the couch scene for the sex part, and two vip reader for the plot part, the vips arrive earlier than hide and seek bc PLOT, reader wears a suit if that matters, uh oh girls kissing, jk it’s girls fucking raw get out homophobes, not proofread.
A/N: yall win because you horny af but ngl me tewww…so in case yall didn’t see my last post about this fic, it’s me getting inspired by the glory couch scene since I can’t unsee park sunghoon as hyunju even in any other role—so I did nawttt see jaejun in episode 2 and now I wanna write about riding the ever loving fuck out of hyunju because honestly i need her too so…now playing — funhouse by chris grey. 🕯️
The situation you found yourself in was in fact, quite unexpected to say the least.
Pushed to an edge that sought amusement in pleasurable desires welling up within you, rather than your initial purpose for your cash falling out of your hands like a fountain of worthless paper others would kill for. All while you sat with your legs crossed in the plush of a dark red sofa cushion swallowing up your sides snugly, paired with your fingers wrapped around the thin neck of a wine glass stuck out at your side.
Every aspect of your life never failed to bore you, down to even the most lavish celebrations and intense moments that sought to prickle up your spine and worm their way to exert some sort of ecstatic rush, proved to be nothing but mundane by now. Often times you’d do nothing but idly trace the tips of your fingers over the sleek surfaces of marble on the costly tables of the parties you had attended, absentmindedly gazing past the arrays of stars outside as you shut out the worthless indistinct chatter echoing behind you in the corridors.
You simply couldn’t keep yourself to drown in the misfits of tiresome ‘delights.’ Rather, a need to reach for the greater, more forbidden depths of enjoyment screamed at you. Something that would elevate you on your toes at every waking moment, anticipation breathing down your neck at the sight of a very particular delight. One of which that others would insinuate your lack of control, suggesting how you were sick in the head for enjoying from the vile extremity of it.
Enter, the games you were cordially invited to come watch. Courtesy of the frontman welcoming you to the remote island located in South Korea.
But really, you craved such a distraction that would allow you to fall back into the joys of life once more. Heightening the rush of adrenaline pumping within you at the expense of the money you possessed at a well off price. They’d call it utterly twisted, sick to the feet of a rich person’s paradise as you shamelessly indulged in others’ suffering. You’d call it the fruits of enduring your dull life finally catching up to reward you for being patient with the toils of life.
The rich person’s paradise that you resided in. Arms outstretched to welcome the plane of your unending excitement.
Everyone below was but a pawn you’d watch, eyes fixed on the way each person desperately clawed at the floors and walls, begging to get away from this hellhole as spurts of blood followed not too long after. It was fascinating to you, watching their voices go hoarse from a series of screams, and the glistening scarlet drops that fell from the gash in their throat from the cool blades in another player’s grasp.
Or perhaps they’d die by the creative eliminations designed within the confines of these children’s games, typically being gunned down—but you were told that later on, a few other methods of the players practically dancing for their lives would await you. The excitement never came to a close, something that kept you enthralled through and through as you scoped in on the gruesome experience.
Of course, you weren’t entirely heartless. You did feel pity for those who were crying out in fear, sobbing as their life was stripped from them like another coin clinking onto the cold floor, just as cold as the muscle beating in your chest, seemingly unfeeling to their plight. Yet also contrastingly sympathizing with those who cried out, juxtaposing your motives in a manner that truly confused you.
Which was maybe the experience you were looking for, an experience to something you’d never seen or felt. Something that delightfully ripped apart your morals, but also upheld them. The two clashing head on in a perpetual warring state that never let you rest, fueling the need for the blood of others to drip onto your tongue as you eyed the players weeded out one by one.
And yet…you were unsure of you came to this compromising position on top of a player against the thick, velvety fabrics of the couch propping you both up. Your hands situated on the other woman’s shoulders and thighs mounted on either side of her own in an ‘m’ shape. As the exposure of your skin pressed to the burgundy material matching that of your wine.
You were sure this all began with the typical process of betting with your acquaintances, cloaked in the chiseled gold sequined in sharp rectangular patterns over the animal masks. Burnished in the bright, metallic shine of the muted yellow light that paled in a mirror like reflection across your mask resembling a lion, which shrouded your face.
In fact, you’d say the animal suited you quite well. Down to its predatory nature that kept it born to kill, or watch as others would claim kills silently. Gazing upon the dead for survival and its lifestyle, and also a remorseful creature at the same time. Delivering what could only be described as empathy shadowed in the wild, even for a creature that was built to shred others to death.
—
“Hm..I mean that one made it through Mingle, despite her condition.”
“Bet all you want, but I’ll have piles of cash cause I’m betting on 333.”
“No hold on, 388 looks more promising.”
“Hey, you. Who did you bet on?”
Your head shot up as you heard one of their voices ring in your direction, lips peeking past the snout of their mask as they inquired your answer. Tapping on the polished wood swirled below your fingertips, you hummed thoughtfully for your choice. Eyes raking over the players that were remaining after Mingle upon squares, and disproportionate distribution of mixed attitudes.
“…Player 120.”
One of them looked at the other, teeth bared in a parted grin with a laugh of disbelief. As if your choice was something to joke about, while they had also betted on people they knew nothing of. Whether they would live or die, whether their sanity would stay intact in the games, or even information to you on what the next game would be. Hell, you didn’t even know your acquaintances here as they hid behind the mask. Your names refused to be disclosed to one another, and there for the sake of watching people die like the sadistic monsters you were.
“Really? We haven’t even seen her do anything.”
You scoffed, narrowing your eyes as you barked out a reply.
“You stupid or something? Haven’t you seen her during the six legged pentathlon?”
“…I think I was too drunk during it.”
Everyone acted so close. Laughing with chatter bellowing through the room, along with cheers and awe all in one voiced out loud when an unexpected moment had dawned from the actions of a player. It was no different from your life before you got to observe, akin to those agitating parties you had attended to be polite, yet sought nothing more than to chase the hands of time in a loop until you had broken out.
Nothing changed.
Just that these games were a little more enjoyable and thrilling, but that was about it.
However, the truth was that you were infatuated by this certain player in the time you had observed her. Your gaze scanning the clearing to look for wherever she was, or the wash of curiousity that overtook you upon seeing her. Not to mention how you found it interesting that she adhered to being a decent person in a place where greed bled through the average person and corrupted them whole. Not to mention, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to her in even the slightest. No, you were into her. For sure. Especially the way her muscular arms looked when she gripped the steel of the frame lined over each mattress bunk, or maybe her facial features almost beautifully lethal to you.
“Come on, 120. Make it out of this game so I can atleast look at you in person. You interested me somehow, and that’s all your fault.” you whispered under your breath, manicured nails tapping at the curved dome of the glass hemmed between your fingers. You had no clue how she caught your interest this much, much to the point where you were interested in a stranger as if you’ve known her since you set foot in this world. It was silly, and almost childish to think of something that resembled fantasy as you nearly huffed out a laugh at it. But you couldn’t help it.
—
Chills continued to rack your spine under the flicker of golden lights in the empty space walled around you two, your blood pulsing through your veins in the close intimacy of your bodies glued together as close as possible. Finally, something that was worthy of your time here, a new far fetched desire that sprung into the palm of your hand as a pleasant surprise ready for you to devour as you gazed down at the disoriented player beneath you. Never would you have assumed that the girl you had your eye on all throughout the game would be beneath you, expression dazed and drained of color as drops of sweat traced down her skin.
Her lashes obscured her already bleary vision upon blinking up at you, trying to adjust them as best she could as she reclined on the burgundy sofa, back slumped to the cushions weakly as your hand reached to cautiously cradle her cheek. God, she was far more gorgeous in person instead of in the view past a screen. You were unsure if you were looking at someone real, or a heaven sent angel.
Your deliberate, slow traces down her shoulder allowed you to savor the delicate feel of her muscle dips in intricate crevices. Perfectly lined to the touch under a soft drag, yet also firm in a scorching heat that coated her in a thin layer of sweat. Clicking your tongue to the roof of your mouth impatiently, you couldn’t help but once more feel that building pity that gnawed at the back of your head constantly upon seeing her eyes squeezing back shut, head tilted to the side as she glanced away from you.
Fuck, you were an awful person. So how come you can’t just get it over with? It wouldn’t make you any worse if you could just…
Did you end up liking someone you never met until now?
You had to suppress the bitter laugh that threatened to slip past your lips, teeth grit together at the absurdity of the situation as your fingers buried into the cotton of her shirt displaying her number up front. This whole situation was so stupid. Never in your time alive have you been met with something so bewildering as crushing on a girl that you’ve only come face to face with now. You absolutely needed to smack yourself for this.
Drowned in a life of leisure activities anyone would die for as you bathed in cash, your life being in full control of what you had commanded and were aware of. You had never encountered something new where you weren’t sure of what you felt, or the surprisingly new feeling that washed over you without your discretion. It was driving you mad, amplifying the foreign ring in your head that followed alongside her quiet breaths, heaving in tandem with her chest.
Truly, your luxury of diamonds and chains now meant nothing in this moment as you mentally caved in at the sight of her through your mask, caught up in the storm of conflicting emotions that swayed you back and forth in an endless cycle.
Scrunching up your face, you let out a resigned sigh to break the deafening quietude circling the two of you, continuing to anchor your grip on player 120’s shoulder as your hand hovered over the front of your mask. Bordering between a threat and a promise to lift it up.
“Tell me your name.”
She only swallowed, her own fingers burying into your hips as the blunts of her nails nearly tore at your pants from the strength of her hold. You weren’t even sure if she was aware of how tightly she was holding onto your waist, likely from the growing anxiety that bubbled to the surface visibly and tensed muscles from your proximity atop her.
“Come on, I won’t do anything. Hell, nothing that you don’t want.”
Squeezing your knees tight against her thighs, you maintained your stability through straddling her as you carefully raised your mask over your head, the heavy gold weighing down in a mild sting against the smoothed touch of your palms. Any doubt must have died on the ridge of your lips as you felt strangely alive in the vicinity silent with nothing but you and her, devoid of any other beings or emotion that could be harbored in the depths of uncertainty creeping about within.
“…Hyun-ju. Cho Hyun-ju.”
Her hesitant answer practically made you ecstatic like a child receiving a present, oddly so for something so trivial that you normally couldn’t care less for.
“Hm..Hyun-ju. Pretty.”
You repeated her name spilling from your tongue over and over, savoring the way in which each syllable of her name hung in the air. Revelations slowly slipping past your composure as everything you knew about her was utterly intoxicating, lost in the need for a stranger as you watched her uncertainty and perplexed expression shrink further away.
“…you know I won’t if you don’t want to.”
You had to clarify. You weren’t even close to being a decent person, sure. But even you had your boundaries and personal morals you refused to cross.
—
Though, you surely didn’t expect the way that Hyun-ju maneuvered the pace at which your hips collided down against her own as she reclined her back against the head of the couch, fingers digging into the supple flesh of your rear meeting her thighs with such intensity. The enthralling sensation of her molding your insides to accommodate her with such ardent fervor whenever her hips rolled up to wring out more and more whines from you as her tip nudged that particular spot in you, earning a quiet moan slip past your feverish lips, was utterly intoxicating when paired with her scent clouding your rational thought when your nose dug into the crook of her neck.
You could only manage a few incoherent noises that spilled out of you as you nearly tore up the threads that held her shirt together, raising and lowering your hips back down in periodic slams. It was unclear whether her head was tipped back in the utter bliss Hyun-ju drowned in, or pure embarrassment overtaking her rational senses upon gazing over your bare thighs pushed up against her own. The situation did present itself to be quite bizarre, no matter how far you were bathed in the agonizingly slow motions she dragged you down onto her cock, you had in fact oddly took pleasure in the foreign touch & intrusion of someone you had once laid eyes on and instantly craved to touch.
Hyun-ju’s aching, bit back whimpers only spurred you on further each time she bottomed out inside you, a quiet hiss escaping her swollen lips accompanied by her glossed eyes peering up at you. Likely from the euphoric blows punched out of her when you slammed yourself over her shaft all the way, globs of slick dripping down your inner thighs as a viable lubricant that allowed you to speed up your pace, despite the challenge her size proved to be for you. Poor girl, must have never done this before, or maybe she just blanked from the feeling of a supposed threat making her feel this good from the way the spongy texture of your walls squeezed around her right, trapping her inside you.
Each rhythmic rock of your hips rolling over in steady thrusts glided over the repeated motion of her burying in and out of you, your eyes darting down to the way you swallowed her whole and left her bucking her hips up for more. Relentlessly riding her on a literal couch with nobody around and a bed right by you in a private room meant for you, adorned with a dimmed gold so dull that you could fall asleep. Everything around you was dull in fact, your former life, the normalcy you kept in public, even the atmosphere of the room coming close to blanketing you in a shroud that lulled you to sleep.
Everything was dull but her. Someone so beautiful that proceeded to take you out of the confines of this tiresome world, elevating you to a plane of ecstasy at the feeling alone.
Your pupils dilated with each gasp you let out while riding her relentlessly, cunt pulsating around her as your brows knit together at the knot building in your stomach. Her head was still fallen back past the head of the couch as her moans rang in your ears like a sweet chime you sought to cling onto, blood rushing to your skull while you reached out a shaky hand to thumb at her chin with the little strength you had.
“L-Look at me..look at me Hyun-ju…”
Her quivering form barely raised up to catch a glimpse of your face, bare and raw as you were so deeply intertwined with her in an intimate act against the cushions. Hands beginning to lose their grip on your sides as her fingers barely held on to cup your rear, movements beginning to falter no matter how quick she attempted to meet your hips with hers rolling back up in turn. A deep red hue dusted over her face in accordance with the feel of your cunt clamping her in its hot, velvety grasp that begged her not to leave, keeping her close like a vice clawing at the sanity that held you both down.
Sure, she wasn’t your first. And maybe she wouldn’t be your last, who knows. However, she did feel differently. Such a feeling that didn’t incite an individual who was too cocky nor too timid, but rather the perfect mix of what you wanted in each quality. Even in a manner that kept you so close, only with your pants and hers discarded off to the side as you rode her with your blazer and tie kept on like some classless peasant rather than a woman of status. That truly boiled the rush of adrenaline that spilled past when she took matters into her own hands, speeding up the pace of her hips colliding with yours to indicate that she was close.
You managed a breathless laugh that was abruptly cut short by your whorish moans filling the room, bouncing off the walls in a dynamic reverberation as you continued to take her whole. That gummy spot inside you pressing against the head as you lowered yourself as far as you could go, to feel it for the longest possible time you could stay in that moment.
“Ah— fuck…you’re gorgeous…so, so gorgeous.”
Wait, was she crying at that?
Had..nobody ever called her pretty before? Because she really was. You’d be surprised if nobody pointed it out.
For the first time that night, your eyes softened while you resumed your motions that grew quicker subconsciously. A gentle gaze penetrating through her own as your thumb streaked away those tears glinting under the light, before pushing your lips to hers in a tender kiss that sparked your connection close to her. Tracing the sharp lining of her jaw as your free hand gripped the plush of the couch behind her head for some sort of stability, while your pussy continued to engulf her. Over and over.
Such a cruel woman who typically sought to take pleasure in the suffering of others, coming down from the high pedastal you stepped upon to finally soften the cold walls of your heart for another woman you barely knew. Yet one you wanted to hold close to you, overtaken by an unfamiliar need to protect her from any harm while you fucked her shamelessly on the couch, wanting to hear those low whimpers getting higher in pitch the faster you went. The heat of cruelty and sadism on top of a kind soul, intermingling into one as they held each other close to one another despite not knowing the other too well.
“(N-Name)…I’m—“
That was the first time Hyun-ju had used your name. Let alone spoke to you in this moment besides the time a while ago when she told you her name, and delivered permission to have sex with you. It shouldn’t mean much, plenty of people use your name all the time, and it was meaningless to you.
But this just excited you. Igniting that arousal that flared up within you to chase your orgasm desperately upon hearing Hyun-ju cry out and work toward her own release as well, her lips parted in utter need, hips desperately bucking up and grip growing unfathomably tight on your hips as she pulled you down onto her cock all the way. Which quickly let you come undone, your juices decorating their bare skin as it trickled down in an seemingly anticlimactic way. While her orgasm followed not too long after, thin ropes of hot white painting your insides as she spilled in you, slumping back limp with heavy breaths. And her hands still loosely falling past your hips.
Hyun-ju’s eyes fell heavy lidded, unaffected, yet internally touched by the chaste kiss you briefly planted onto her cheek as you propped yourself off of her to unbutton your blazer that was still kept on with a drawn out sigh. Loosening your tie not too long after while inspecting your smudged lipstick in the mirror situated nearby. You slowly began to peel off each constricting piece of formal clothing that hindered your ability to move comfortably in the fine silks and fabrics that clung to your sweaty skin.
Once you undressed all the way, you grabbed a towel for coverage around your torso in the small prickles gently brushing over your skin in drapes of pure white—despite how useless it was in this scenario considering you had just engaged in intercourse not too long ago. Alongside that, you walked over to the wine glass, half full resting atop the fragile table carved in a particular design, hand swooping the bottom of the glass to take a large swig of the burgundy seeping down your tongue to pleasantly sting your throat.
You were just about to head to the bathroom as well to wash up, exhausted from the exhilarating experience you had earlier in the private bathroom you were provided in the room you stayed in for the duration of these games. Although, you had reconsidered going in alone when you caught a glimpse of Hyun-ju laying slack against the sofa to catch her breath, legs crossed to cover herself as well as her hand shielded her chest instinctively.
Of course. How could you forget about this sweetheart who gave you such a great time?
A smile stretched your lips as you swirled the wine in the glass, twirling the bottom of the holder to watch the crimson swish around like a tsunami before your eyes met hers. Surely catching her attention before replying.
“Care to join me, Hyun-ju?”
A/N: oh my goddddduhhh this turned out so CHEEEKS I MADE JT MORE PLOT THAN SMUT ON ACCIDENT LMAO ALSO I FEEL EMBARRASSED WRURING THIS HELLAURRR
no seriously I’m extremely embarrassed somebody fucking sedate me.
Btw the fic obviously wasnt the glory couch scene then it would be super short 💀 I just got the idea of fucking her on the couch so like I incorporated it into another idea I had which inspired me to write couch sex too so no complaining
waut it’s not that bad but still idk how to feel about the smut part I think I fucked it up sorry gng
I love this fuckass picture of hyunju she looks so disgusted also @luvhyukai I think y wanted to be tagged I believe
pairing: perv!sang-woo x fem!reader
summary: it's the ones you least expect that will pray on you.
warnings: implied but undescribed smut, manipulation, sexual coercion, perversion, dark themes, age gap (legal! reader in early 20s), naïve reader, father figure as a manipulation tactic.
word count: 0.9k
sang-woo sat on the edge of your bunk bed. he followed you back into the hall after the end of the first game, red light green light, without realising, so focussed on your little frame that trembled at every bark of the guards. even now he was towering over your little frame as he sat beside you. he settled into the silence between you. normally he enjoyed silence, but he didn’t want it with the pretty stranger he’d just taken an interest in.
but he didn’t take it personally. you’d each witnessed so many bullets pierce over half of the bodies you’d woken up in the hall with earlier this morning, so it wasn’t surprising that you weren’t feeling chipper.
he glanced down at your lap. your fidgeting hands were trembling, and he wondered if the blood on your skin was yours. he didn’t really care either way, but he wanted you to think he did. so he took your discarded jacket from under your lap and wiped your hands as clean as he could get them.
he didn’t want to stain his own jacket with the blood of strangers.
when he finished doting on you, he hooked your jacket over the side of the bed and only then did he notice the blood on his own hands. it certainly wasn’t his, so he quickly checked your head was still hung before wiping his palms on your jacket, too.
sang-woo then leaned back beside you.
“hey,” he said quietly, as if he didn’t care if you heard him.
you glanced up at him and his heart nearly split in two just like that. your pupils were blown wide, eyebrows knitted together with your bottom lip pouted out. “yes, mister?” he barely caught the squeak of your frightened little voice.
he didn’t fight the urge to scooch closer and wrap an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. “it’s alright, it’s over now. you’re okay,” he cooed, heat rushing into your skin as he rubbed your arm comfortingly.
you immediately melted under his touch and clung onto his shirt, nestling impossibly closer. “i want to go home, sir. i want to see my mother,” you cried into his chest, and he held you tighter.
“you’ll see your mother soon.” he didn’t know why he promised you, only that he did. you relaxed into his touch further and he couldn’t help but add, “i’ve got you for now, til you get home to her safe.”
he worried why you pulled away from his embrace, but his nerves eased as you gazed into his eyes like he’d promised you the world. “really, sir? you’ll look after me?”
sang-woo swallowed the lump forming in his throat. he knew it was wrong, and he blinked and looked away to try to stop it, but all he could think about was you on your knees looking up at him like this. like your saviour. like your ticket out of this nightmare.
he steadied his breathing and glanced back at you. “i will,” he agreed, and wondered if you could sense the battle in his head. so he lied, and he didn’t know why, but he settled on easing any suspicion about his motives by telling you, “you remind me of my daughter.”
your eyes widened and you rested a hand on top of his. he looked down at your entwined fingers, his comically larger than yours.
“oh, sir,” you sighed sympathetically. “you must be really worried about her.”
sang woo nodded, a tight lipped smile forming to please your concern. “yes, i…” he sighed for effect, and continued. “i worry about her a lot,” he said, and glanced from your hands to your face. “if she were in these games, i’d want somebody to be looking out for her.”
the smile spread across your face slowly, lighting up your eyes and suddenly you were glowing. sang-woo thought you looked much more beautiful like this, like you weren’t traumatised.
“just like you’re looking out for me,” you finished his thought, squeezing his hands reassuringly, as if to say you’re such a good man.
but he wasn’t. sang-woo was anything but a good man. he knew it to be true because he didn’t even have a daughter, and if he did, he wouldn’t want her running into a man like him. a man who only wanted one thing.
sang-woo didn’t let himself dwell on what he was or wasn’t. he squeezed your hand and looked you in the eye, channeling all the warmth he could feign as he told you, “why don’t you share my bunk with me tonight? i worry what the men in the room might think to do to a young girl like you when it gets dark.”
if anyone else had said it, maybe you wouldn’t have agreed. maybe you wouldn’t have said, “that’s very kind of you, mister.” and maybe then you wouldn’t have been trapped under his body when the lights went out that night.
and maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t be walking funny when the lights came on in the morning.
in every girl’s life, there comes a day where she learns that men with honeyed words are the ones to trust the least. but not you. the sweet words roll off sang-woo’s tongue like a river, and you drank every drop he gave you.
and every night, when the lights went off, you followed him into his bunk and believed him when he told you he only wanted to keep you safe from the dirty men in the bunks around you. that he was only making sure no man got any sick ideas about you. that he was only slipping himself inside your hole to distract you from your worries of the next games.
that he was only looking after you, just like he’d hope another man would do for his daughter.
i would let this man manipulate me any day of the week with PLEASURE !!! like, comment, and reblog please. love <3
warnings: smut, jealousy, sensory deprivation, bdsm mention (they don’t actually perform anything of the sort), fingering, oral (f receiving), public fingering lol, tease, edging, overstimulation, manhandling aaanndd thats all!
𖦹 really unpopular opinion (or so bc i’ve never seen anyone really talk about it) but i feel like he’d be really protective 😭 for example; if you two were on a date, rather than sitting across from you, he’d be next to you so it’s more obvious you two are together etc.
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𖦹 in the games, he’s very silly and childish and that doesn’t change with you at all. he’s the same goofy person you know, but he will always make sure he gets babied by you lol it’s like healing his inner child.
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𖦹 will absolutely spoil you if ever he finally voted x (which he would never do but its a headcanon) he’d buy you luxury bags, limited edition jewelry… literally everything you’d look absolutely gorgeous in.
“baby what about this one? this looks cute on you!”
“subong-ah.. that’s $350.?”
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𖦹 never lets his friends near you lmao 😭😭 nam-gyu would just be talking to you for help with something and he’d butt in and give him advice instead LOOL
“hey, so i was thinking maybe this color would look nicer—”
“looks like shit. absolutely not. go away.”
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𖦹 definitely the “i know you can, but let me” kind of guy. you could be baking a cake for se-mi’s birthday and then suddenly you look beside you and thanos is putting on a purple apron and cracking eggs for him to whisk up afterward.
“thanos, i can do it myself—”
“i know, but i want to do it with you. so teach me how to do this so next time i can help you better.”
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𖦹 okay so he’s a very unserious person, but if you were in a vulnerable state, he will always be there to embrace you. he’d rock you in his arms and let you get his shirt all wet bc he loves you and he can’t stand seeing you cry ☹️
“shh, it’s okay. i’m here. i’ll always be here for you.”
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𖦹 an absolute sweetheart to you in public, fucks you like you’re his slut in private. the things he would do to you oh my goodness 😭 definitely the type to manhandle you, esp when ure being bratty
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𖦹 loves to edge & overstimulate you lmfao he thinks you squriming and moaning for him is absolutely theatrical 😭
“fuck. subong—”
“what’s wrong baby? need to cum that bad?”
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𖦹 isn’t the biggest fan of bdsm bc you’re his princess and he’d never want you to feel otherwise BUT this man would def be into sensory deprivation 😭 if you’re asking to be fucked HARD, he won’t hold back and will make sure a blindfold is on and your hands are tied to the bed frame so you can’t touch him at all
“you’re so pretty like this, baby. i could listen to your moans all night. yeah? you want that? want me to fuck your cute pussy until morning? hmm?”
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𖦹 thanos can be both a soft dom or a hard dom. it just really depends on his mood. if you managed to piss him off by flirting with other guys to pique his jealousy? you won’t be seeing the light of day. if you’re both exhausted and in need of relief? he’ll take care of you so well.
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𖦹 the absolute MASTER of fingering & eating u out. you are an independent, iconic woman and yet you become the biggest pillow princess around that man. if you were at a restaurant? best believe his hands are on your thigh, slowly hiking up towards your core until he slips in a few fingers into your hole.
“they’re going to hear you, love. wouldn’t want that do we? or do you want them to know how i’m making you feel so good?”
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𖦹 if you and thanos were living with nam-gyu, min-su, se-mi, gyeong-su … etc they will absolutely tease the both of you bc of how loud you guys are during sex 😭 it’s so bad that they would probably have to move out bc u keep disturbing them at night LOOOLL
“subong-ssi was not holding back last night, huh?”
The restaurant was the very definition of luxury. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow over the high-ceilinged space, the faint hum of conversation and gentle clinking of glassware adding a lively ambiance. You glanced around the table at your family, smiling warmly as they chatted and laughed. It was a special night, one you had been looking forward to for weeks—introducing Sae-byeok to your family.
She sat beside you, looking utterly breathtaking in her effortlessly elegant outfit: a white, long-sleeved polo shirt with the sleeves neatly cuffed, tucked into tailored black dress pants that highlighted her lean, confident frame. Sae-byeok had this uncanny ability to draw every eye in the room without even trying, and tonight was no exception. You could feel the admiring glances from nearby tables, though she seemed oblivious, her focus entirely on you.
"You look stunning tonight," she had whispered earlier, her voice so soft that it felt like a secret. Now, as the night went on, you couldn’t help but notice her hand brushing against yours on the table, her small, private smiles that no one else seemed to catch.
Your own outfit, a sleek black off-the-shoulder dress, had earned you a rare compliment from Sae-byeok earlier—one of her understated "You look nice" remarks that somehow carried more weight than any flowery praise could.
The conversation at the table turned lively, with your family sharing stories and laughter. You tried to focus, really, but Sae-byeok’s subtle touches and teasing glances had your thoughts scattering. Her hand found your thigh under the table, fingers ghosting lightly over the fabric of your panties.
Your breath hitched, and you barely managed to keep your expression neutral, though the clattering of your fork against your plate earned a curious glance from your sister. You shot her a quick smile before looking at Sae-byeok, whose smirk told you she was well aware of the effect she was having.
Her hand slid higher, her fingertips drawing lazy circles that set your skin alight. She leaned closer, her voice low and dripping with mischief as she whispered, "You’re blushing."
"I’m not," you protested weakly, your voice catching. You were growing wet by the second. Her rubbing your clothes cunt was making you needy.
Her smirk deepened. "You are."
The heat crawling up your neck became unbearable, and you hastily grabbed your napkin, standing up. "Excuse me for a moment," you muttered, avoiding your family’s curious looks as you hurried away.
The cool air of the restroom was a welcome relief as you splashed water on your hands, trying to calm the fire raging in your chest. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, your cheeks flushed and your pulse pounding.
Damn her. Sae-byeok had an uncanny ability to make you lose your composure with just a glance, a touch, or a smirk. And she knew it.
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to push the memory of her fingertips rubbing you pussy out of your mind. But the bathroom door creaked open behind you, and your eyes flew open to see her reflection in the mirror.
Sae-byeok leaned against the doorframe, her head tilted slightly, an amused smile playing on her lips. "You seemed... flustered," she said locking the door behind her with a soft click.
You turned to face her, your arms crossing over your chest in a feeble attempt at composure. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"
She stepped closer, her eyes scanning your face like she was committing every detail to memory "I couldn't help myself," she said smoothly, her voice low and teasing "You make it too easy."
Her presence was overwhelming, the scent of her cologne faint but intoxicating. She stopped just inches from you, her hand sliding gently to your waist, her thumb brushing the exposed skin of your shoulder.
"You should go back to the table," you said weakly, though the way your body leaned into her betrayed your words.
"Should I?" she murmured, her voice a soft purr. Her thumb traced a lazy line along your collarbone, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "think you'd rather I stay."
Her teasing smirk made your knees weak, and before you could respond, her lips brushed against your ear her breath warm as she whispered "You look so beautiful tonight. It's hard to keep my hands to myself."
Your resolve crumbled in an instant "Sae-byeok," you breathed, her name barely audible as her lips ghosted over your jawline, pressing featherlight kisses that made your head spin.
"Hmm?" she hummed, clearly enjoying the effect she had on you "You're going to kill me," you muttered, grabbing the front of her shirt to steady yourself.
She chuckled softly, her hands gripping your waist as she pressed you gently against the sink. "You'l survive," she said, her lips finally capturing yours in a kiss that was both slow and deliberate, leaving you breathless.
Her kiss deepened, her hands trailing down your sides before she pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. Her eyes were dark, filled with a mix of affection and desire. "Wait, we have to be quick." Your breath hitched as she kissed your collarbone. All her actions made you weak.
"I don't need much time with you anyways." She whispered against your tender skin. You could almost feel her smirking as she made her way down to your thighs. You faced away, almost too embarrassed with this situation. Your body was burning up with neediness. Having sex in a bathroom? A public bathroom. God, it was so hot but embarrassing.
You had been so lost in your thoughts that you didn't feel Sae-byeok raising up your dress enough to run your panties. The wet sploch making you red when she pressed her fingertips on it. "Already?" She chuckled. You bit your lip subtly. Her soft and cold touch grabbed the sides your panties and slide them down to your ankles. "Sae-byeok..." Your voice echoed.
She pressed a light kiss on your pussy before sticking a finger in. The unexpected action left you with an open mouth, holding back a moan. It was only then Sae-byeok remembered she was in a dinner with your family. She had to be quick.
Without speaking to you, she stuck another finger in and latched her lips onto your clit. You gasped, taking one of your hands to cover your mouth and the other to gently tug Sae-byeoks hair. Her eyes held a stern gaze with you, almost pressuring you to cum into her mouth quickly.
She kept stretching your gummy walls, maintaining eye contact. The pleasure became too much to bare. You felt it coming.
"Shit, shit, sae-byeok!-" you gasped, arching and bucking into her mouth. "If you don't cum now, you don't get to cum back home." You knew she wasn't lying. With one more thrust, you came onto her fingers and tongue. Your eyes closing after reaching your high.
Sae-byeok softly chucked, pulling away and getting up to meet your eyes. "We should probably go back beforebyour family comes looking for us," she said, though her tone lacked any real urgency.
You laughed softly, catching your breath resting your forehead against hers. "You're lucky I love you."
Her lips curled into a small smile as she pressed a soft kiss to your temple. "And you're lucky I can't get enough of you."
Taking a steadying breath, you fixed your dress and ran a hand through your hair, trying to regain your composure. "You didn't even let me clean myself." You frowned.
Sae-Byeok chuckled, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Mmm, and that's exactly how I like it. I like knowing that you're all messy under that pretty dress... and that I'm the one who put you in that state."
Sae-byeok held the door open for you, her hand brushing yours briefly before you both stepped back into the world beyond the intimate moment, the fire in your chest still burning.
A/N: tryna get some drabbles out, just to get back into the flow of writing.
WARNINGS: age gap, p in v, fem!reader, unprotected sex, he comes inside you, cum eating, a worker is mentioned.
“As I whisper in your ear, "I wanna fucking tear you apart"
His skin was pressed against yours, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he thrusted in and out of your hole, a focused expression on his face. You, on the other hand, were completely ruined underneath the man.
He was unlike anyone else you’ve met- unlike all the boys your age. His muscles, his aura radiating confidence that was impossible to ignore whenever he stepped into a room. His hair, always perfectly styled, framed his sculpted features, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline and the depth of his eyes.
To you, he was almost ethereal, he was perfect. You found yourself practically worshipping the ground he walked on, as if he were a deity.
You couldn’t find it in yourself to care about anything else other than him in this moment. You stared up at him, your jaw slack as you let out moans and cries occasionally, gripping onto his biceps tightly, your fingernails leaving crescent shaped marks on his flesh.
He leaned down, moving his face so that it was on your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on the sides. You let out a low moan, hands moving to the back of his head, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape.
“I missed you.” He murmured against your soft skin, emphasizing his words with a thrust, you letting out a breathy moan.
“I missed you too.” You replied quietly, feeling his his hand move down towards your clit, rubbing fast circles on the button.
You let out a louder cry this time at the pressure, your back arching further into him.
“In-ho,” you cry out his name, your nails digging once more into the back of his neck, him staring down at you with those narrowed, focused eyes.
“Cum for me, my love. I’m right behind you.” He told you, his thrusts and hand never slowing as he also neared his peak. You let out a scream as you came, his fingers still rubbing feverishly on your clit as you did.
He murmured sweet nothings into your ear as he gave one last thrust, before painting your walls white, you completely milking his cock. He let out a low groan, which was rare for him, as he was usually silent in the bedroom. He pulled out, finally, and the both of you stared at each other, a small, content smile on his face.
He moved his hand, pulling it up to his face. He seemingly examined it for a moment, covered in your juices, before he raised it up to his face, opened his mouth and worked his tongue around his digits, you watching with wide eyes.
When he was done, he let out a chuckle upon seeing your expression. He looked down at the art he had created, your cum and his mixed together that spilt out your hole, the way your chest moved up and down quickly as you caught your breath, the way the sheets were tangled, the way you stared up at him.
This was his perfect creation, he thought to himself, another smile on his face as he leaned down, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before he suddenly grabbed you, picking you up and leading you into the bathroom, while a worker of his ran the bathtub, as they always did.
namgyu loving mirror sex, whether it's at home in your bedroom or the mirrored VIP rooms at the club, he loves seeing you fuck in the mirror and sure loves making you watch yourself take his cock too
The rain was pouring hard over Seoul when Namgyu finally dragged the heavy, second-hand full-length mirror up the narrow stairs to your tiny one-bedroom apartment. His shoulders ached from carrying it three blocks from the junk shop, but the grin on his face made it worth every strained muscle. The apartment was barely 25 square meters, cramped, with peeling paint on the walls, a sagging bed that took up most of the space, and a kitchenette so small you could barely cook together without bumping hips. Rent was always a struggle on his MD salary from Club Pentagon, where tips were good but inconsistent. Still, tonight he looked proud as hell.
He leaned the mirror against the only free wall, opposite the bed, and wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “What do you think, baby?” he asked, pulling you close by the waist. “I saw it and immediately thought of us. Now I can watch my pretty girl every single time I fuck you senseless.”
You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kissed you slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that always made your knees weak. The two of you were borderline broke, surviving on late-night convenience store meals and his irregular club hours. But moments like this, when he looked at you like you were the only good thing in his chaotic life, made everything feel lighter.
That night started innocently enough. After he showered off the rain and club smell, you both collapsed onto the bed in nothing but underwear, cuddling under the thin blanket. Namgyu pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapped securely around your waist while his fingers traced lazy circles on your bare back. The city noise hummed faintly outside the window.
“Long shift?” you murmured against his skin.
“Fucking exhausting,” he admitted, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Drunk assholes in VIP, staff drama, loud music until my ears rang. But coming home to you… this makes it all disappear, sweetheart.” His voice softened with genuine affection. “I love you. You know that, right? Even when we’re scraping by in this shoebox.”
You tilted your head up and kissed him, slow at first, full of warmth and quiet emotion. The cuddle deepened naturally. His hand slid down to squeeze your ass, your leg hooked over his hip. Heat built between you as the kisses turned hungrier, tongues tangling, breaths growing heavier.
Namgyu rolled you onto your side so you were both facing the brand-new mirror. “Look at us, princess,” he whispered, voice already thickening with lust. “See how perfect you look in my arms?”
His hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing you over your panties until the fabric was soaked. He teased you like that for long minutes, kissing your neck, sucking light marks into your shoulder, fingers circling your clit with just enough pressure to make you whimper and rock against him. Only when you were begging softly did he strip the last bits of clothing off both of you.
He positioned you on all fours facing the mirror, kneeling behind you. His cock was already rock-hard, thick and heavy as he rubbed the head through your dripping folds, coating himself in your slick.
“Hands on the bed, baby. Eyes on the mirror the whole time,” he ordered, voice rough but loving.
You obeyed, palms pressing into the mattress as he pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching your tight pussy open. The reflection showed everything in explicit detail: your mouth falling open in a moan, your breasts hanging and swaying, the way your ass cheeks spread as he sank deep until his hips met your skin.
“Fuck, angel… so tight and wet for me,” he groaned, staying buried for a moment to savor it. Then he started thrusting, long deep strokes that dragged his cock against every sensitive ridge inside you. “Watch how your pretty cunt swallows me. Look at that creamy ring forming at the base. You’re making such a mess already.”
He fucked you steadily, building speed while one hand reached around to rub your swollen clit and the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave faint marks. The wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping and your pussy squelching around his cock filled the small room. In the mirror you watched your own face contort in pleasure, tits bouncing heavily with every powerful thrust, nipples tight and dark.
Namgyu leaned over your back, changing the angle so he hit that spongy spot inside you with every stroke. “That’s it, sweetheart. Moan louder. Let the neighbors hear how well my baby takes this cock.” He slapped your ass sharply once, twice. The sting bloomed into heat that made you clench harder around him.
He edged you beautifully, slowing down when you got close, only to speed up again while whispering dirty praises. “Look at your slutty little reflection. Blushing so hard but your pussy is gushing down my balls. You love watching yourself get railed, don’t you, princess?”
When your orgasm finally tore through you, your walls spasmed violently around his thick length. You squirted slightly onto the sheets as you cried out his name. Namgyu fucked you through it relentlessly, then pulled out at the last second and painted thick ropes of cum across your ass and lower back, groaning deeply as he marked you.
Aftercare was immediate and tender. He grabbed a warm damp towel from the tiny bathroom and gently cleaned every drop of his release off your skin, then wiped carefully between your legs, soothing your sensitive folds with soft strokes. “You were so good for me, baby,” he murmured, kissing the marks he’d left on your hips and ass. He pulled you into his arms on the bed, wrapping the blanket around both of you as he cradled you against his chest.
Soft kisses rained over your face: your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and finally your lips. “My beautiful girl. I don’t know what I’d do without you in this crazy city.” His fingers stroked your hair while you both came down, hearts slowing together in the quiet apartment. The new mirror reflected the intimate aftermath: the two of you tangled, flushed, and safe in each other’s arms.
A few nights later, Club Pentagon was in full chaotic swing. Bass vibrated through the floors of the Gangnam club as strobe lights cut through the haze of smoke and perfume. Namgyu, dressed in his usual sharp black button-up with sleeves rolled up, was in the middle of coordinating VIP bottle service when he spotted you slipping in through the side entrance he’d told you about.
His eyes darkened the moment they landed on you. Without hesitation, he crossed the crowded floor, grabbed your hand, and pulled you through the staff-only hallway with purposeful strides.
“Missed this pretty face all night,” he growled low in your ear as he shoved open the door to the small employee bathroom, locked it behind you, and pushed you against the sink counter. The mirror above it was large and brightly lit, perfect for what he had in mind.
There was no slow buildup this time. The risk of getting caught, the loud music thumping just outside, and days of pent-up need made him feral. He kissed you hard and messy, tongue fucking your mouth while his hands yanked your skirt up and ripped your panties down your legs in one rough motion.
“On the counter, baby. Spread those legs wide for me,” he commanded, already freeing his thick, leaking cock from his pants.
You hopped up, thighs parting as he stepped between them. He didn’t bother with much foreplay. He simply rubbed his cockhead through your already slick folds a few times before slamming in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned deliciously, forcing a loud moan from your throat.
“Fuck, yes, angel. Take every fucking inch,” he snarled, eyes locked on the mirror where he could watch himself disappear inside your tight pussy over and over. He set a punishing pace immediately, hips snapping hard and fast. The wet slapping of skin echoed off the tiled walls.
He was kinkier tonight, possessive and rough. One hand wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head spin while the other pinched and twisted your nipples through your top. “Look in the mirror, princess. Watch how your slutty cunt creams all over my cock while I choke you. Such a dirty little whore for me, dripping in the employee bathroom like this.”
He fucked you deeper, angling to hit your g-spot relentlessly until your eyes rolled back. Then he pulled out suddenly, spun you around so your front pressed against the sink, and took you from behind. Your hands braced on the counter as he railed you harder, one foot planted on the edge of the sink to open you wider. The mirror showed the obscene sight perfectly: your face flushed and moaning, tits spilling out of your top, his thick cock pistoning in and out of your swollen pussy, balls slapping against your clit with every thrust.
“Gonna fill this greedy pussy up,” he grunted, reaching around to rub your clit in fast, messy circles. “And you’re going to walk around my club with my cum leaking down your thighs. Everyone’s going to wonder why you’re glowing while my load is deep inside you.”
You came hard around him, walls milking his cock as your legs shook violently. Namgyu buried himself to the root and unloaded, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum straight into your pulsing cunt with a deep, guttural groan.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you panting. Then the aftercare kicked in even in the risky bathroom. He pulled out slowly, kissed the back of your neck tenderly, and turned you to face him. His hands cupped your face as he kissed you softly, deeply, full of emotion despite the filth.
“You okay, sweetheart? Did I go too hard?” he whispered, thumb stroking your cheek.
When you shook your head and smiled, he reached down and gently pulled your panties back up your legs, settling them snugly against your cum-filled pussy. A little of his release already seeped into the fabric. “Keep it inside, baby. I want you feeling me all night while you’re here. Every step, every time you sit down, you’ll remember who owns this pretty cunt.”
He helped straighten your clothes, fixed your hair with gentle fingers, and kissed you again, slow and loving, before unlocking the door. With one last possessive squeeze of your ass and a whispered “I love you,” he sent you back out into the pulsing club. His warm cum slowly leaked into your panties as you walked on shaky legs, marked and claimed by him in the middle of Seoul’s chaotic nightlife.
Even in the struggle of your broke apartment life and his demanding job, moments like these reminded you both why you kept fighting for each other.
