content warning; smut after the cut!! size difference, creampie, bathroom sex, pet names, slight dirty talk, (hopefully not) ooc daeho…???? this is my first time writing for him AGH!!! overall light smut after cut okok
author note; sorry if this seems rushed i have finals literally tomorrow & it is 11 at night omg babes go to bed. but daeho is on my minddd & i needed to let this blurb out i am such a whore for this man you guys don’t even know. i went pretty light on the smut (for my own sake) but i would be down to put in more effort & making this scene more detailed !!! ok enough !! enjoooyyy [-18 dni sil vous plaît >_<{
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388, the number you search for after every game. mingle was the most stressful one, with you guys being separated from all the chaos going around. with your stress, it is no surprise that you get knocked down by another player who was panicked.
he will let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he made it out alive, but without knowing that you made it out safe & sound, a piece of him feels dead. his palms are sweaty, feeling a pit in his stomach, & every bullet & cry he hears from outside of the room nauseates him.
after mingle, the two of you cling onto eachother like never before, tears streaming down your face as your nails sink into the material of his clothes.
“shh,” he attempted to console you. “you’re okay y/n, i’m here for you baby..” it broke his heart to see you crying and panicking so bad, which later on motivates him to switch to the “x” side.
once it was lights out, he would quietly make his way over to the bed that you were laying down on. he knows you so well, that he already knew you were struggling to sleep. how could you in a time like this? you were greeted with an arm wrapped around your waist, not being startled because you recognized his rather large arm. his presence soothed you, allowing you to eventually fall asleep peacefully.
kang dae-ho, who goes to the bathroom the same time that you do for a nice makeout session. with all the stress you two have built up, & having no privacy whatsoever, it is only reasonable that you two had a little bit of fun.
“can i..” he mutters, his index finger tugging at your panties. once he gets the okay, he quickly pulls them down, placing his large hands on your waist and picking you up, gently pressing your back against the wall as your legs wrap around his back.
“need y’so bad, dae-ho..” you cry out, panting as you watch him struggle to pull his pants down with just one hand, not wanting to let go of you.
“i gotcha, lovely.” he responds to your cry, gently lowering you onto his cock, throwing his head back in pleasure as he feels you tighten around him. it was like all the stress washed off his shoulders, you’re exactly what he needed. you look straight at him in desperation, and can tell that this is something he desired for so long.
he dug his lower face into your neck, picking up the pace as breathy moans came out of his mouth. “missed this pussy so much..” he confessed, a slight groan escaping his lips as you bite into his shoulder, trying not to make more noise than the two of you already have. clapping and wet squelching echoed around the room, but the two of you couldn’t control it. this was therapy.
“gonna cum..” he moans out, raising his hand to your face and making you look at him, then pressing his nose against yours and looking down at the mess he’s making. daeho absolutely adored watching your slick drip down from your pretty cunt, coating his shaft then slowly making its way down the floor.
“can i .. inside ..?” he asks, to which you give a nod of approval as a response. after two, three — four thrusts, he lets out a small grunt, filling your tight little pussy with his cum. he makes sure to fill you up, so much to the point that he can see his cum leak down his own cock despite not pulling out just yet.
once he was done filling you up, he carefully puts you down, & then gets startled by one of the guards knocking on the door, asking for the two of you to hurry up. he quickly pulls up his pants & looks over at you, planting kisses all over your face, & one even longer on your forehead. “let’s get you cleaned up in the morning baby, we should get out of here ‘fore they kill us..” he chuckled softly..
you hit daeho’s arm, causing him to let out a little “ouch.”
“don’t joke like that, seriously.” you say, grabbing his wrist and walking the two of you out of the bathroom.
The air in the brightly lit room vibrated with a nervous hum. The mingle game had just ended, a chaotic ballet of terrified players scurrying to form groups, the deafening crack of gunfire punctuating the end like a gruesome period on a grim sentence.
You, heart hammering against your ribs, scanned the crowd, desperately searching for him. Dae-ho.
You’d seen his face just moments before the last game started, the worry lines etched deeper than usual around his kind eyes, a stark contrast to the brutal setting. He’d given you a fleeting, almost hesitant smile, a silent promise that he’d try his best to find you, to stay safe. Now, you were terrified he hadn’t made it.
The memory of the chaos played in your mind like a broken record. The panic-stricken faces, the desperate scrambles, the sickening thud of bodies hitting the ground. You'd managed to find a group, narrowly avoiding the laser sights that had flickered with deadly intent. But what about Dae-ho?
You pressed your hand to your chest, trying to quell the rising tide of panic. You had grown so attached to him in this awful place. His quiet strength, his gentle humor, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled – those were the things you had clung to in this nightmare. He was your anchor, a beacon in the darkness.
The heavy metal door at the end of the room groaned open, signaling the end of the game. Players, a mixture of relief and terror etched on their faces, began to shuffle back into the dormitory. You pushed through the crowd, every step a plea, every breath a silent prayer. You searched the faces, your vision blurring with unshed tears.
And then, you saw him.
He was sitting on his bunk, his shoulders slumped, head bowed. He was pale, his normally vibrant dark eyes now dull with worry. He was scanning the room just like you had been, his head turning slightly with every shift of the crowd of players, his gaze desperate. As you edged closer, you noticed he was trembling.
He was alive.
The relief that washed over you was so powerful it almost buckled your knees. You started towards his bed, and it wasn’t long before he saw you too. His head shot up, his eyes widening in disbelief. In his eyes was a mixture of utter relief, profound sadness and love that made your heart ache.
"You're okay.."
He whispered, his voice thick with emotion, as if daring to even believe what his eyes were showing him. He stood up quickly, the sound lost in the general hum of the room.
You didn't hesitate. You broke into a run, your heart pounding a joyous rhythm against your ribs. You didn’t care about the other players, the guards, none of it mattered. All that mattered was reaching him.
He met you halfway, his arms already outstretched. The moment you collided, his arms wrapped around you like a steel cage, holding you so tight you felt his heart beating against yours. It was as if he was trying to melt you into him, hold you in place, make sure you weren’t just some figment of his imagination. You buried your face in his shoulder, your own arms clinging to him with equal ferocity.
You were finally safe in his embrace, and you never wanted to leave.
"I thought…"
His voice was muffled against your hair,
"I thought I'd lost you."
His grip tightened, his body trembling slightly. He was gripping you like you made him whole, and you understood why, you felt the same.
"I'm here,"
You whispered back, your own voice choked with tears.
"I'm here, Dae-ho."
He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face, his gaze searching your eyes as if he was checking every detail to confirm you were really there.
"I was so scared,"
He confessed, his voice hoarse.
"I saw the flashes… I thought..."
He couldn’t finish the sentence, the unspoken terror hanging heavy between you.
You knew what he meant. The memories of the marine days, the explosions, the screams, the death. The fear of losing those he cared about. This place had brought it all back, amplified it, made it a constant, gnawing presence in his mind.
You reached up, your hand caressing his cheek, your thumb gently wiping away a stray tear that had escaped his eye.
“I was scared too..”
You admitted, your voice barely audible.
"I thought... I thought something bad had happened to you."
You knew your fears hadn't begun to compare to his, but he needed to know you had been waiting for him, worried for him. You saw the sadness in his eyes, a deep well of pain, but there was also a flicker of something else– a quiet, burning love that mirrored your own.
For long moments, you just held each other, the rest of the room fading into a blurry background. The world narrowed to just the two of you, the warmth of his embrace a refuge from the cold, harsh reality of your situation. You could feel the tension slowly leaving his body, replaced by the familiar comfort you found in each other's presence.
He leaned his forehead against yours, his breathing still slightly labored.
"Don't ever do that again.."
He murmured, his voice a low rumble.
"Don't ever leave me."
He wasn’t demanding it, just stating a longing, a fear. Pleading.
"I won't."
You promised, your fingers threading through his hair.
"I promise. I'll stay by your side."
You knew it was an impossible promise, in this place, nothing was guaranteed. But in this moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were both alive, that you had found each other again.
You pulled back, wanting to see his face again. He smiled then, and though it was small, it reached his eyes, erasing some of the worry. His hands grasped yours, holding them tightly.
“Thank you.”
He said, looking at you with such sweetness that made your heart melt.
“Thank you for being you.”
You knew that the game wasn't over. You both knew that survival here was a matter of luck and grim determination. But in this moment, as you stood there, hand in hand, in the middle of that awful dormitory, you felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could get through this nightmare together.
The world outside these walls no longer mattered. The only world that mattered was the one you had created together. Where you could feel safe, within each other’s arms, two souls trying to cling to what little humanity was left in this twisted game. And with Dae-ho by your side, that small, fragile hope felt a little bit stronger. You knew, somehow, that you would face whatever came next, together. His love for you was stronger than death itself, and it was keeping you alive.
Hello loves!! I hope you like this one.
Also I'm so so sorry for NOT writing anymore- my laptop had issues and my keyboard is still kind of broken but I will make sure to post more.
Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!
