synopsis ━ you've developed a gym crush at your local, yet sketchy, gym. when he confronts you about your behavior, he puts you in your place.
warnings ━ MDNI 18+ smut with plot. p in v unprotected, hair pulling, fingering, ass slapping, stalking, breeding kink, oral (reader receiving), b-b-ba-backshots, vulgar dialogue.
notes ━ gif is owned by @388sarc
you push through the heavy metal door of the gym and your nose scrunches at the way that the familiar stink of rust, sweat, and cheap disinfectant hits. it takes a few seconds for your nose hairs to stop cringing, in a way.
the clock above the empty front desk reads 23:07 and the neon sign over it is flickering between pink with some of the words of the hotel name being totally dead.
the streets of itaewon were quiet while you walked inside... except for the occasional scooter ripping by or a drunk yelling at no one in particular. the gym was half-lit from the windows, with a couple bulbs overhead.
some of the mirror in the windows were cracked in the corners like someone punched them and never bothered to fix it.
it's always empty this late.
except for the criminals who don't sleep.
sae-byeok walks ahead of you, her oversized black graphic tee hanging off one shoulder with the print so faded you can't even tell what it used to say. your friend's gray sweats sagging low, with her white nike sneakers scuffed to hell.
she belongs here.
you… you're just visiting.
you come with your close friend three times a week, max. you tell people it's your "hobby," to go to the gym but really it's just an excuse to not sit in your apartment alone, scrolling on your phone until your eyes burn to dust.
entering without scanning a gym pass since no-one bothered to be checking at the front desk sae-byeok and you both claim the same rickety bench in the back corner.
no one fights over equipment here anyway, since there is many to go around. you throw your grey gymbag by one of the water fountains as sae-byeok grabs a 15-pound dumbbell like it's nothing for her skinny arms.
unlike you, she did she stretch or anything since she starts by planting one foot on the bench and starts doing step-ups, slow and controlled, breathing steady without needing a drink of water beforehand.
you load a 40-pound dumbbell onto your hips, and slide to use the same bench that sae-byeok is using for your back to keep yourself balanced. that bench is for hip thrusts.
right now you're wearing an all black fit... leggings, a black sports bra, with your hair being done the way that you usually have it. you like disappearing in black since makes you feel like you've actually been to the gym more than five times before.
time passes and your thighs burn as music leaking from sae-byeok's cracked phone speaker... some old-school hip-hop she refuses to update.. plays quietly so she can only hear it.
as soon as sae-byeok starts another set... you finish yours and sit up to breathe and roll your neck.
that's when you see him.
across the gym, on the pull-up bar that's bolted crooked into the wall you can see his black shirt ride up on his lower body and black track pants hanging low on his hips. the man's arm muscles flex every time he pulls himself up controlled, chin over the bar like it's easy. it felt like you were pulled in hypnosis with his arms with his veins popping, forearms tight. the man's workout wasn't artificial since it looks similar to the other guys around, except this man is attractive. he had street strength.
you don't even realize you're staring until sae-byeok's low chuckle and hit to your right shoulder snaps you out of it.
"you're an idiot."
you blink and turn to her. she's started her step-up again as she looks over at you with one eyebrow raised, smirking like she caught you stealing again.
"what?"
"you keep staring at that guy… of all people." she shakes her head as she stops her step up, switches legs without missing a step.
"what is that supposed to mean?"
she snorts as she places her hand on your quads with the hand that was not holding the dumbbell, "that's kangsoo. one of the yadang shits that run around here. you know... the ones who work with the feds while helping criminals like its just simple gameplay. "
you nod slow, like you're not rattled by that fact, "oh."
ignoring sae-byeok's slight hint of teasing and trying not to look over at the kangsoo guy working out... you go back to your set.
focus. breathe. thrust. don't look. don't look—
you repeat in your head as you control your hips in the new set, closing your eyes and feeling the burn in your glutes as you try to ignore the feelings inside of your chest at seeing someone attractive.
before long, sae-byeok mutters something about the bathroom and disappears down one of the dim hallways that have locker rooms inside. she leaves her water bottle and phone on the floor by you, knowing that you're one of the only few people she can trust.
you're still mid-thrust with your hips high, squeezing at the top since you did not stop your workout when sae-byeok left.
when a shadow falls over you, you stop your workout and sigh from the pain and ache that is now reaching your quads. what could this person possibly want?
"hey."
you almost drop the barbell when you open your tired eyes and see that kangsoo is standing right there, one hand braced on the rack where the dumbbells rest with a black towel slung over his shoulder. up close he's worse when it comes to your attraction that you had for this stranger from afar.
he has a sharp nose, his eyes are dark yet sparkly and half-lidded like he's always two seconds from laughing at something you don't get yet. a thin scar cuts through his left eyebrow and you see a few dotted scars on his neck... his voice is a little higher pitched but still has some raspiness as he says, "you were staring pretty hard over there at me... I think..."
heat floods your face, he knows it was not a thought but rather a true statement. you sit up fast, barbell clanging as you rack it on the metal beside his body, "I— I'm sorry. i didn't mean to be weird."
kangsoo smiles but its not nice and not mean either, "don't apologize. i liked it."
your brain short-circuits as he steps closer and leans down a little so you're eye level. the yadang's arms... still glistening from pull-ups... cage you in without touching even touching you, "you come here a lot?"
"uh… sometimes. with my friend." you clench your teeth in wonder.
"the one who looks like she could rob me blind if I'd ask her for a favor?"
you laugh before you can stop yourself, "yeah. that's my friend sae-byeok."
he nods, eyes flicking over your face like he's reading something there.
"kangsoo," he says, offering a hand. even though sae-byeok told you his name... you take his hand anyways. the yadang's grip is calloused, with his thumb brushing your knuckles for half a second too long.
"y/n," you mumble.
"cute name for a cute girl who stares."
"i said sorry—"
"i said i liked it."
kangsoo straightens up and smirks before walking off like he didn't just set your whole nervous system on fire. you watch him go, and your thighs still shaking from the workout... or maybe not from the workout anymore.
sae-byeok comes back two minutes later, takes one look at your face, and groans.
"you really fucking talked to him."
"…maybe."
"you're actually the dumbest person i know." sae-byeok rolls her eyes, grabbing her phone, towel, and water bottle from the ground.
you bite your lip while trying not to smile, "he seems… nice?"
she throws her towel at your head at that answer, "he's gonna steal your kidneys and your heart, idiot. in that order."
you laugh, but your eyes are already drifting back to the pull-up bar where you see that he's already watching you in the mirror.
the first week after that night, you drag sae-byeok with you every single time you get the urge to go to that sketchy gym. it is every tuesday, thursday, friday, saturday, and always past 10 pm.
you tell her it's because your sleep schedule's fucked anyway, but really you're scanning the pull-up bar before you even drop your bag.
kangsoo's there four out of five visits and he nods like he knew you'd show.
you pretend you don't notice how your heart slams harder than any hip thrust or setups you do for your workouts.
on the second week after meeting kangsoo, sae-byeok gets busy about some "job" she won't talk about, the kind that leaves bruises on her knuckles and cash in her sock drawer.
you start going to the gym alone but just twice a week, you swear. you wear the same black fit, hood up, with earbuds in but no music playing. you time that kangsoo shows up around 23:15 on weekdays, 22:45 on weekends.
you learn the way kangsoo wraps his wrists before deadlifts, and how he drinks water straight from the strange and sometimes broken fountain like he owns the place.
the exact second he peels off his shirt and your breath catches.
you tell yourself you're just… dedicated now.
this is your hobby, to go to the gym... remember?
somehow... it leaks outside the gym.
you figure out his route home first. he leaves around 12:30, cuts through the alley behind the chicken stand and he will sometimes stop to light a cigarette under the busted streetlamp by the 7/11.
you start parking two blocks away instead of right out front of the gym and one night you "accidentally" walk out the same time he does.
he smirks as he falls into step beside you.
"stalking me now, y/n?"
you laugh too loud, "puh-lease. don't flatter yourself, yadang. i live this way."
he doesn't call you out when you turn left instead of right at the corner... your actual apartment's the other direction.
lets not talk about the convenience store.... when you notice that he stops there every tuesday for banana milk and those cheap ramyeon cups before one of his missions.
suddenly you're there every tuesday too, pretending to browse the freezer section while watching him in the reflection of the glass door.
one time your hands brush reaching for the same milk.
kangsoo lets you take it, fingers lingering very close to your own.
"you like the banana one too?" he asks, voice low.
"it's… um... growing on me."
he pays for yours without asking.
social media was inevitable. you don't follow kangsoo at all since he doesn't post anyway... but you find his friend, chang-rak's, account through some mutual from the gym. you scroll back two years until you did not have to, when chang-rak posted an instagram story and see kangsoo was tagged in that at a noraebang in hongdae.
three nights later you're at that same noraebang with sae-byeok, who side-eyes you the whole time since you dragged her from one of her pick pocking hot-spots to come with you.
"we're here why exactly?"
"they have good tteokbokki."
"you hate spicy food."
you spot him in room 7 through the glass window. he's drunk, arm around some guy's shoulders, singing some old trot song off-key. you stare so long the waitress asks if you need help.
sae-byeok figures it out fast since she catches you one night circling the block in your car outside of the drug infested hotel that you have no business being near.
"you're actually insane," she says through the passenger window, "he's gonna think you're working with cho hoon and gwan-hee for his death."
"i'm not—"
"then what the fuck are you doing?" sae-byeok stares at you intensely.
you don't have an answer.
on wednesday, three weeks after meeting kangsoo for the first time, you're at the gym alone and stress over the fact that he's late.
you wait until 1 am, doing meaningless sets, checking the door with your eyes every thirty seconds. when he finally walks in... hair wet like he showered somewhere else, different hoodie... you're so relieved but you almost drop the barbell on your neck since you were in the middle of hammer curls.
kangsoo looks around before he spots you. he walks over immediately.
"you've been waiting for me?" he smirks, almost wanting to laugh yet scoff at the same time.
your face burns with nervousness, "no, i just—just had a long workout."
the yadang leans down, close enough you smell his cologne mixed with rain, "you know i can see you, right? I mean... catching people like you is apart of my job. every night you're where I am... and at the convenience store. don't forget about chang-rak's stories and that time outside of when you pretended to walk in one direction when actually, you lived in the other direction."
you want to die.
luckily, kangsoo only tilts his head as he looks at you with curiosity, "don't stress it.... it is cute, honestly. creepy, but hot."
"i'm sorry, I—"
"don't be." the yadang kneels down and his thumb brushes your bottom lip right away, casual as if he does this every day, "this just means i don't have to do all the work chasing you."
you stare at him, chest tight as you feel a new sensation in your lower body.
"same time tomorrow?" he asks, "or you gonna follow me home tonight and save us both the trouble?"
three hours later:
kangsoo's apartment door clicks shut behind you and the sound echoing in the foyer is like a symbol of a final decision you can't take back.
your heart hammers in your chest as the yadang turns to face you with that same smirk playing on his lips from earlier when he confronted you about your mild-stalking.
the rain has left his soft dark hair damp, with strands sticking to his forehead, and his black shirt clings to his broad shoulders. you followed him here without a word after a gym session, and the tension from the street has taken its hold on you both.
kangsoo doesn't waste time when you walk into his living room behind him. he turns and his large veiny hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you close until your lips make love against his. the kiss is hungry as his tongue sliding into your mouth without asking.
he takes the dominant hand as you taste the faint bitterness of coffee on him, mixed with smoke.
your hands tremble as they grip his shirt, bunching the fabric, but he doesn't seem to notice your nerves.
if anything, it fuels him to keep this effect on you.
"fuck, you've been dying for this, haven't you?" he murmurs against your mouth, voice almost mumbling with a tease.
kangsoo's fingers tangle in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to expose your throat. you gasp, a shiver running down your spine as his lips trail hot kisses along your jaw, down to your collarbone.
"little stalker, following me everywhere. now you're in my place, and i'm gonna make you mine, hmmm."
you nod, words failing you, but your body responds eagerly.
kangsoo backs you more toward the living room and never breaks the kiss, until the edge of the couch hits the back of your knees. you tumble down onto the soft cushions, and he follows, pinning you beneath him.
kangsoo's weight keeps you below as hands roam everywhere with yours fumbling with his shirt and his shoving up your top to expose your skin to the cool air.
"take it off," he growls, sitting back on the couch to watch you.
you obey, standing up to give him a show as you peel the wet fabric from your body, your sports bra following suit. kangsoo's eyes darken as he takes you in, possessive hunger flashing across his face.
"look at you, so pretty and.."
too impatient to continue his words he grabs your hips and pulls you back on the couch. he dives back in, with his mouth latching onto your breast, sucking hard on your nipple while his hand kneads the other.
you arch into him, a moan escaping your lips and his free hand works at your pants, sliding them down your hips along with your underwear.
the cool air from kangsoo's apartment AC hits your exposed pussy, already soaked from the foreplay.
kangsoo chuckles against your skin, the vibration sending sparks through you.
"wet already? fuck, you're perfect." the man's fingers trace your folds, teasing your clit before dipping inside.
you buck against his hand, needy whimpers filling the room. kangsoo goes, biting his lip as his fingers rapidly hit your g-spot over and over again. however, once you clench around his fingers he pulls away, standing to strip off his own clothes.
the yadang's cock springs free, girthy, with veins pulsing along the length.
you stare, mouth watering at the sight as kangsoo grabs your ankle, dragging you to the edge of the couch, "turn around and put that ass up for me." your pulse races as you comply, kneeling on the cushions, and your soft face is pressed into the armrest of his tan couch.
the vulnerability makes your cheeks burn, but the ache between your legs overrides everything as he steps behind you, hands gripping your hips, thumbs digging into your flesh.
kangsoo's palm cracks against your ass, the sting making you yelp as your eyes roll back from the aftershock that rushes to your pussy.
"that's for following me like a creep," he says, but there's no real anger... only playfulness laced with possession.
another smack, harder, and you push back against him, craving more.
he spreads your cheeks, exposing you fully, "and this… this is mine now."
before you can respond, you gasp when you feel his mouth is on you.
from behind, his tongue flattens against your pussy, lapping at your wetness like he's starved. you cry out, fingers clutching the armrest of the couch as he devours you.
he sucks on your puffy clit, then thrusts his tongue inside, fucking you with it while his nose bumps your sensitive skin.
one hand reaches up, fisting your hair and pulling your head back, arching your spine.
"you taste so fucking good," he mumbles between licks, voice muffled because of your labias, "I'm gonna eat this pussy every day. you're not going anywhere."
the words from the yadang send a high through your body since his possessiveness wraps around you like chains you don't want to escape at all. he alternates between broad strokes and focused flicks with his tongue, building the pressure until your thighs shake on the couch.
"kangsoo.. please," you beg, voice breaking as you reach your hand around to try and hold his head at your pussy. but he pulls back just enough to spit on your entrance, then slides two fingers in, curling them against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes again. your man's tongue returns to your clit, relentless, until you're teetering on the edge.
"cum for me. show me how much you want this." kangsoo's grip tightens in your hair, yanking harder from behind with the pain mixing with pleasure in a heady rush.
you shatter with your walls clenching around his fingers as waves of orgasm crash over you. he doesn't stop, drawing it out until you're sobbing into the couch, oversensitive and shaking from the intensity.
there is a second of silence before you feel the skin of his bare cock along your soaked and sensitive slit, "gonna fill you up, princess." the risk makes your core clench again as he lines up, with the thick head pressing against your entrance.
when kangsoo thrusts in with one brutal stroke you scream, since the stretch burns deliciously as he bottoms out. he's huge, filling you completely, and his hips are flushed perfectly against your ass.
"fuck, this pussy was made for my cock." he doesn't give you time to adjust, pulling back and slamming in again, setting a punishing rhythm and each thrust jolts you forward, while his hand is still tangled in your hair, using it like reins to control your movements.
"say it," he demands, "tell me you're mine."
"i'm—ah—yours," you gasp, the words tumbling out between moans, "kangsoo, i'm yours. my pussy is yours."
the yadang groans while pleased, and rewards you with a deep grind, his cock hitting that perfect angle, "good girl. now claim me too.... bite me, scratch me. whatever, ju-fuck-just make me yours too."
the invitation ignites something in you. as he pounds into you from behind with those backshots that make your ass jiggle with every impact... you feel kangsoo leaning down with his front pressed against your arched back.
there you twist just enough to sink your teeth into his forearm where he braces against the couch. kangsoo hisses, but it turns into a laugh, dark and approving, "yeah, like that. harder."
you reach behind and rake your nails down his thigh, leaving red trails, and he fucks you even rougher with the couch creaking under the force as his starts rambling from pleasure, "yeahhh- yeah do that. fuck. yes, take this dick, you little slut. i've been dreaming of this pussy stalking me. shit i'm gonna breed you, you like that? I'm fill you with my cum until my balls are dry."
kangsoo's hand leaves your hair to slap your ass again, with the sharp pain pushing you closer to another climax. you clench around him, milking his cock, and he swears under his breath.
"fuck, gonna cum. you want it? want me to claim this pussy?"
"yes... please, cum inside me," you plead, turning your head to meet his eyes over your shoulder.
the intensity of his dark eyes into yours tips you over as your second orgasm rips through you, tighter and more intense as he follows with a loud groan, burying himself deep as he spills hot ropes of cum into you.
after a few seconds kangsoo collapses over your back, with the both of you panting. the yadang's cock still twitching inside and balls deep. after a moment, he thrusts a few more times with gets a few mews out of you before pulling out slowly.
he watches his release leak from your pussy with a satisfied smirk, "look at that. mine, all mine."
kangsoo flips you over gently, pulling you into his lap on the couch.
you straddle him glowing, and lean in to kiss him softly.
"and you're mine," you whisper, nipping at his lower lip, tasting the salt of his skin.
he grins, hands settling on your hips possessively.
"damn right. now stay the night... we've got more to do."
synopsis: how these characters would react to you squirting for the first time.
characters featured: kang dae-ho (squid game), lee kang-soo (yadang), noh woo-sung (wall to wall), han beom-woo (tastefully yours), jang baek-gi (misaeng), jin-seok (forgotten)
warnings: MDNI. 18+. squirting, fingering, f!receiving, mutual masturbation, vibrator, overstimulation, office sex, sexual discovery.
a/n: does anybody else get so flustered writing smut 😅 i really be blushing and shit. these head canons are smutty, do not read if you're a minor.
↳ NSFW under cut, read at your own discretion. MDNI. last warning.
kang dae-ho
dae-ho would be shocked but also immensely turned on the first time you squirted in front of him.
you both would be shocked as you had never done that before during sex.
however, his pent up rage from a conversation with his father would drive him to take it out on you in bed.
which you gladly accepted.
"did you just?"
"i think i did."
dae-ho had pulled out of you as the pressure of liquid heat had confused him for a moment.
had he truly pleased you enough to make you squirt?
you would be embarrassed at first, covering your face with your hands as your face turned red.
dae-ho's shock would only last a moment as he realized you were embarrassed and wanted to comfort you.
"that was the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me."
you peeked at him from in between your fingers, he grabbed your wrists softly pulling your hands down.
he kissed you gently while inserting himself back in.
"we can go slow if that was too much for you, okay?"
dae-ho is more sweet than rough with you afterward, hoping to relax your body.
in the back of his head, he wished you'd do it again.
lee kang-soo
this absolute freak would intentionally do everything in his power to make you squirt.
and it didn't take much the first time.
you had mentioned to him your fantasies of squirting though you weren't sure if it was possible for you to do so.
kang-soo had the idea to stimulate you with a vibrator as he fucked you.
the feeling was so overwhelming that you felt an unfamiliar pressure building in your belly and it was building fast.
kang-soo had felt you tighten up, he had quickly pulled out but left the vibrator on your sensitive clit.
"let it go, baby."
you did as he said and let it happen, your body squirming as you felt liquid coat your thighs.
he watched with feral eyes, proud that he had managed to fulfill your fantasy.
your legs shook uncontrollably afterward.
kang-soo was eager to insert himself back into you but you were extremely sensitive.
"i know you've got more in you, baby. let me see it again."
kang-soo had enough adrenaline to give you a few more rounds and each time that same liquid heat pooled out of you.
his smile would increase every time, he didn't care that you soaked the towel underneath you.
"that's my girl."
noh woo-sung
woo-sung had never experimented in bed.
his sex life with his ex-fiancée was always vanilla so when you approached him with the idea of watching each other masturbate to get him out of his comfort zone, he was nervous but quickly came around.
it was euphoric not being able to touch you, only himself as he watched you.
he had begged you to let him but you tried to calm him down and tell him that touching you wasn't the point.
when your breathing started to get heavy and you threw your head back at the sight of woo-sung stroking himself, you inserted two fingers inside of you.
you had squirted before but never in front of woo-sung.
knowing he was only accustomed to vanilla sex, he never got the chance to experience how well you knew your body.
so when it finally happened and you let that vulnerable part of you go, he paused his stroking.
even though he paused, he watched you and his lower stomach started to ache with the need of release.
"i didn't know you could do that."
"i never showed you but now that you know, maybe it'll give you a little push to experiment some more."
woo-sung nodded and proceeded to stroke his cock, watching as you slowly rode out your high.
the bedsheets were soaked and that made him grow harder and pulse in his hands.
it wasn't long after that he had finished in his hand, the thought of you squirting around his cock playing in his mind as he closed his eyes.
he would use this as a way to masturbate whenever he was alone as well to build his confidence.
han beom-woo
beom-woo loves to eat you out.
the taste of you was better than any fine dish that had ever entered his mouth.
there were times where he could feel you restraining a natural reaction of your body that he always tried to bring out of you during sex.
"i want you to relax with me tonight, baby. i can feel you restraining yourself around my fingers."
the truth was, any time he had fingered you while suckling on your clit there was an unfamiliar pressure that didn't feel like a normal orgasm.
it had felt like more.
he took his time listening to when your moans would gain volume and continue to do whatever motion he was doing to help you release that ache in your lower belly.
he had quickened his pace with his fingers, curving them gently to put a good pressure inside of you.
"beom-woo."
your whimpers kept a smile on his face, he loved to hear you say his name in whatever way he had made you feel.
he felt you tighten around his fingers, however instead of fighting him like you normally would, you relaxed.
when beom-woo felt the warm liquid drench his fingers, he knew his assumption was right.
you were a squirter, a shy one.
"god, i love when your body reacts to me like this."
you trembled around his hands as they roamed around your legs, rubbing away any sensitivity as you came down from your high.
jang baek-gi
baek-gi was a secret freak in bed.
you both were.
the two of you discovered secrets about each other every time you lay in the same bed.
it was comfortable.
however, tonight you were not in the comfort of your own home.
baek-gi couldn't wait until he got you home. he needed you now, in the quiet of the office of one international.
he had you in a new position tonight that had him hitting that soft spot inside of you with every rough thrust he gave.
your stomach lay on the cool of his desk as he gripped onto your hips from behind.
he had reached over your hips, his long fingers gently rubbing your clit to stimulate you.
the feeling of him fucking you from behind with his warm hand rubbing circles on your clit had your orgasm approaching quickly.
baek-gi's eyebrows furrowed, his glasses fogging from the heat on his skin. he had felt you tighten even more in this position but he felt himself being pushed out of your pussy.
there was a pressure that your body needed to release and he listened.
he pulled back, rubbing his cock on your pussy.
your legs nearly gave out at the overstimulation of his hand and his cock rubbing over you.
baek-gi grunted as you squirted over his cock, he pulled back in shock at first before he realized what had happened.
you looked over your shoulder, cheeks flush with embarrassment but the sight of that smirk on his face turned you on.
"that was so hot."
he leaned over your back, pressing his lips over your ear. the warmth of his breath releasing a breathy moan from you.
"do it again."
jin-seok
jin-seok didn't know what to do with someone so experienced in bed.
you were open about your past relationships with him.
you taught him little things about your body that he wanted to know.
the sensitive spots on your neck that he kept his attention on. the sensitivity of your nipples along with your clit. he kept these things in mind when you had sex.
jin-seok was a softie in bed, he never wanted to ruin the moment due to his inexperience.
he was grateful for your patience.
tonight he had dabbled for the first time in eating you out, you encouraged him to stroke his cock as he did so to feel what you were feeling.
he was cautious about his movements and the way your breath hitched whenever he licked a certain spot.
he felt confident enough to insert two of his fingers inside of you.
he would look up at you from time to time to see if you were feeling the pleasure he tried to give you.
he continued to pick up his pace as your breathing started to get heavy.
"jin-seok, your fingers..."
you hadn't finished your thought as he curled his fingers, you threw your head back and moaned at the sensation.
he worked through your orgasm with ease, as if he had enough experience to ride your climax out.
however, he hadn't expected the liquid heat to spill out of your pulsing pussy.
initially he though he had done something wrong but the look of shock on your face said otherwise.
"holy shit, i have never squirted before."
your words had his cock pulsing, cum spilling out of him unexpectedly as he grunted.
you quickly pulled him into a deep kiss, to which he responded by hovering over your trembling body.
he had pleased you enough to discover another part of your body's reaction to his touch.
he was pleased to be the first one to have led you to that discovery.
Warning: smut, p i v, public sex, unprotected, enemies to lovers, power dynamics, hate sex, pet names, possessiveness.
Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
The hum of tires on asphalt is the only thing filling the tense silence inside the car. Kang-soo keeps his eyes glued to the road, his jaw set so tight you could practically hear his teeth grinding. Normally, his arrogance is what keeps you on your toes, but today, seeing him defeated is a much more potent fuel for your ego.
“Are you going to keep pretending I dont exist, or are you going to admit I kicked your ass on the op?” you let out with a smug smirk, leaning your head back against the seat.
He doesnt laugh, not this time. His knuckles turn white as his grip tightens on the steering wheel. You’d made a bet: whoever closed the informant’s case first got whatever they wanted. And you didn't just close it; you humiliated him in front of the entire unit.
“It was luck” he growls, his voice raspier than usual. “A total fluke that happened to go your way.”
“That ‘fluke’ is going to cost you dearly, Officer” you remind him, dropping your voice until it’s a whisper laced with venom and desire. “We settle our scores. And you owe me a big one.”
He abruptly hits the hazards and swerves into a deserted gas station in the middle of the night. The engine cuts out, but the atmosphere remains electric.
“It’s a long way to the next town” he says, changing the subject. “I’m gassing up.”
“Fine,” you reply. “I’m going to use the restroom, then we keep going, okay?”
“I’ll wait here.”
While you were in the bathroom, you snuck a look outside. You saw him standing by the car, checking his phone. You pulled out yours.
You: Get in here. No one’s around.
Sent.
Received.
Read.
Kang-soo: On my way.
He locked the car, and you watched him approach, looking a bit on edge as he checked his surroundings. You stepped back into the grimy restroom; the smell of cheap disinfectant and stagnant air hit your senses.
Not even ten seconds pass before the main door swings open. Kang-soo ducks in, checking behind him one last time before slamming the bolt shut with a heavy thud. The strict professional everyone sees at the office stayed in the car. In here, there is only the man looking to reclaim his wounded pride.
He corners you against the cold porcelain sink. His hands large and rough wrap around your throat. He doesn't squeeze, but he’s marking his territory.
“Couldn’t wait to collect, could you? Couldn’t even make it to the hotel?” His breath smells like coffee and nicotine as his lips brush yours. “Then move, because I dont have all night for you to mock me.”
“Shut me up, Kang-soo” you challenge, arching your body into his.
There is no romance in the way he kisses you. Its a collision of teeth and tongue, a struggle for control that you are currently winning. He hoists you onto the counter and, with one sharp tug, rips your underwear aside. The urgency is raw, almost primal.
His hands slide all over your body, drawing out stifled sighs.
“You’re so beautiful... and all mine” he whispers against your neck, peppering your skin with kisses.
You’d be lying if you said you weren't turned on just by the sound of his voice. You’re losing your mind just imagining what he’s going to do to you in a few minutes.
“Kang-soo…”
“Mmm?”
He continues to touch you, kissing you with those damp lips that make you melt. You know you can’t take too long in case someone shows up, but you don’t want to stop this for a second.
“Daddy...” you say, and his eyes flare at the pet name. “Do it now. I need you.”
When he drops his trousers, you see he is more than ready for you. There is no delicate foreplay. He wrenches your legs open and enters you in a single, dominant thrust—so deep it draws a cry from you that you try to stifle against his shoulder.
“Tell me who’s in charge now” he gasps into your ear, beginning to move inside you with a slow, deliberate rhythm, gripping your hips with enough force to leave marks.
“Still... still me” you moan with a breathless laugh, throwing your head back, reveling in the filthy friction and the thrill of being in a public place.
He doesnt say a word, but his gaze darkens as he picks up the pace. With his free hand, he yanks your shirt up and fumbles your bra out of the way. He focuses on licking and sucking your left breast while you bite your lower lip raw.
You close your eyes, lost in the pleasure. You can only manage low moans, but you’re already losing your grip on reality. You want to scream, and Kang-soo notices, clamping his hand over your mouth.
“That’s what you get for not waiting until the hotel” he spits out with a trace of venom.
“Sit on the toilet” you demand, ignoring his scolding.
You couldn't care less about the germs or the filth of the place. You only live once, and Kang-soo is railing you in a gas station bathroom.
You climb on top of him, lining him up with your entrance, and sink down onto him, beginning to ride him with everything you’ve got. Keeping your moans quiet is a mission impossible, and it only gets worse when he reaches down between your legs, giving your clit the attention it craves.
“You son of a bitch,” you curse. Kang-soo just chuckles maliciously.
You aren't friends, let alone a couple... but you cant deny that every time you have sex, it’s better than the last. It’s never boring. Never.
You notice that with every thrust, his face flushes deeper and his grip on your hips tightens. He’s right on the edge.
You shift, leaning your torso over him so your breasts are level with his face. You rest your arms on his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair.
From his position, he tilts his head back and looks at you, entranced, the vein in his temple throbbing.
“You move” you command. “Fuck me like your life depends on it.”
And he does.
He wraps his arms around your waist and begins to drive his hips upward, hitting your G-spot with every single thrust. He gives your ass a couple of slaps, a bit soft for your taste but then he yanks your hair to tilt your head to the side.
“You have no idea how good your ass looks from here,” he pants. “I’d fuck you anywhere on this planet.”
And you would too.
You didn't care where or when, as long as he was the one making you his.
The sound of the main door being tried freezes you both.
“Hey! Anyone in there?” a voice from outside thuds against the wooden door.
Kang-soo stops, his chest heaving against yours, his length still pulsing inside you. He cups the sides of your head with both hands, his eyes bloodshot with desire and a hint of amused panic.
“Say something” he whispers in your ear, his voice pure electricity. “Or I’ll let them find us like this, and tomorrow we’ll be on the front page for indecent exposure.”
“It’s me...” you manage to say, your voice cracking as you try to sound normal while he begins to move again, slowly, torturing you. “I’m sick. Give me five minutes.”
The person walks away, muttering under their breath. As soon as the footsteps fade, the rhythm turns frantic. Kang-soo grabs your waist again and resumes the assault, forcing you to cling to his shoulders. His gaze is lost in the obscene way your breasts bounce as he drives into you without mercy. The contrast between his flushed face and your bare skin is the most intoxicating thing you’ve ever seen.
You finish together in a blur of adrenaline and spasms that leaves you lightheaded. You stay like that for a second, joined together, catching your breath in the dead silence of the bathroom.
Minutes later, you are back in the car. He clicks his seatbelt and starts the engine, slipping back into that mask of professional seriousness he loves to wear when he loses to you.
“The bet’s settled” he says, but there’s a glint of satisfaction in his eyes he can’t quite hide.
You laugh, wiping the corner of your mouth and looking at him out of the corner of your eye.
“Not a chance, Kang-soo. There’s a new case next week. And I’m already thinking about what else you’re going to owe me when you lose again.”
I saw this poster with a really handsome guy, crime action movie, thinking ‘ yeah imma watch this to stare at his face’. Unfortunately, my eyes are more shortsighted than last year. I saw a blurr of his beauty.
I also guessed the subtitle.
synopsis ━ your daughter's father comes home after months, leaving you in a whirlwind of emotions.
warnings ━ angst, comforting ending.
the sound of frantic knocking nearly makes you jump out of your skin since ji-seo had finally fallen asleep less than twenty minutes ago after crying through half the evening, and you had just managed to sit down on the couch with a blanket over your legs.
your apartment was dim, only lit by the soft yellow lamp in the corner and the glow of the television you weren’t even watching. for a minute, you ignored the knocking, and you thought it went away, until the knocking comes again harder this time.
it makes your stomach twist immediately because somehow, deep down inside of your chest, you already know who it is.
you stand slowly, careful not to wake your daughter who was sleeping next to your legs on the couch, though your heart is already pounding so loud it feels impossible she can’t hear it too. your feet drag across the floor as you approach the door, fingers tightening around the knob.
when you open it, kangsoo stands there and your breath catches so sharply it hurts since he looks exhausted, pale, and thinner than before you had your daughter eight months ago. some dark circles stain beneath his eyes, and his hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it for hours. the man's black shirt with the blue jacket is damp from the rain outside.
but it’s him after two whole months of silence. your expression immediately hardens as you hiss, “are you fucking serious?”
kangsoo swallows, “y/n—”
“no.” you shove at his chest before he can continue, “no, you do not get to just show up here after disappearing for two months like nothing happened.”
kangsoo jaw tightens, but he lets you push him.
“i can explain.”
“explain?” you laugh bitterly, voice cracking and you hated how it sounded as you clenched your teeth, “you left me alone with an eight month old baby while you ran around dealing with your crime bullshit and now you wanna explain?”
his eyes lower at that and you can see the real guilt in his brown eyes. yet, you hate that it still affects you.
“i didn’t leave because i wanted to,” he says quietly.
“well you still left.”
silence falls between you and you can feel your anger building again, months and months of fear and resentment clawing its way out of your chest.
“do you have any idea what it’s been like?” you whisper harshly, “every time my phone rang i thought someone was calling to tell me you were dead. every time someone walked past me on the street i thought they were connected to you.... i had to protect her by myself.”
kangsoo’s face crumbles a little at the mention of ji-seo.
“i know,” he murmurs, “i know, and i’m sorry.”
“sorry doesn’t fix any of this.”
he nods slowly.
“i know that too.”
you hate how calm he sounds since it ties to how tired he sounds.
it almost makes you soften then suddenly a cry comes out from behind you inside of the apartment.
it is ji-seo, and your head immediately snaps toward the couch where your daughter had been sleeping peacefully moments ago.
“shit,” you whisper.
before you can even move, kangsoo is already stepping past you into your apartment.
“kangsoo—”
he’s heading straight toward the couch, like muscle memory as if he is home.
you should stop him, you really should but your feet stay rooted to the floor as he kneels beside the couch carefully, eyes instantly softening the moment he sees her. your heart physically aches at the sight since ji-seo’s tiny face is red from crying, her little fists rubbing at her eyes as soft hiccups leave her mouth. the second kangsoo scoops her up into his arms, she settles almost immediately like she knows him.
or as if she remembers him.
kangsoo exhales shakily, holding her against his chest.
“hey, babygirl,” he whispers softly, “hey… oppa’s here.”
your breath falters while you stand there in your pajamas and slippers, since ji-seo lets out one more tiny whine before relaxing fully against him, her cheek squished against his shoulder. and fuck, kangsoo looks at her like she’s the only good thing he’s ever created in his entire life.
he presses a slow kiss against the top of her forehead, eyes closing briefly and you feel tears sting your eyes instantlybecause she looks exactly like him with the same eyes, same cheeks, and the same pout. it’s like staring at a smaller, softer version of the man you tried so hard to stop loving.
kangsoo finally looks over at you and his voice is quiet, finally explaining to you why he is back after so long.
“gwan-hee is gone.”
your eyebrows pull together immediately.
“…what?”
“he’s gone,” he repeats, “i got him.”
your lips part slightly since you understand immediately what that means and what kind of weight those words carry.
kangsoo watches you carefully before speaking again.
“that means i don’t have to be a part of that world much longer.”
your chest tightens since for months, that world had been the reason you left him.
not saying anything, you look down at ji-seo sleeping peacefully in his arms and suddenly you feel exhausted all over again.
kangsoo’s voice breaks quietly.
“i want another chance, y/n.”
you close your eyes immediately.
“kangsoo…”
“please.” his eyes glisten now with regret, “i’m sorry for everything... I am for leaving, and for scaring you, and most importantly for not being here with her.” his voice cracks as he looks down at ji-seo, “i missed you both so much.”
your throat burns as he steps closer slowly, still bouncing your daughter gently in his arms.
“i swear i’ll make it up to you,” he whispers desperately, “ten times over. i’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to both of you if that’s what it takes.”
you look at ji-seo again then at him and suddenly all the anger you spent months building starts cracking apart because despite everything he came back and he came back alive.
your lip trembles at the thought of that, and kangsoo notices immediately so without saying anything, he slowly holds one arm out toward you.
the invitation alone breaks you and a sob escapes your chest before you can stop it.
you’re moving towards him and you bury yourself against him, crying hard as his arm wraps tightly around your shoulders. ji-seo is pressed safely between the two of you, warm and sleepy and breathing softly as kangsoo kisses the top of your head immediately.
again.
again.
and again.
“i’m sorry,” he whispers shakily, “i’m so sorry.”
you clutch the front of his shirt tightly and he smells like rain and smoke and familiarity. you feel tears slipping down his face too now, some of them landing against your hair.
“i should’ve been here,” he whispers brokenly to ji-seo, “i should’ve been with my girls.”
your daughter squirms softly between you both before settling again, with her tiny hand grabbing weakly at kangsoo’s shirt collar and somehow that tiny movement makes all three of you feel connected again like a family.
you pull back just enough to look at him and his eyes are red. so are yours.
synopsis: haneul characters as fathers.
characters featured: kang dae-ho (squid game), lee kang-soo (yadang), noh woo-sung (wall to wall), han beom-woo (tastefully yours), jang baek-gi (misaeng), jin-seok (forgotten), noh jung-yeol (love reset)
warnings: mentions of father figures (had to lmao), fluff
kang dae-ho
due to dae-ho's own unstable connection with his own father, he'd made a promise to himself at a young age to be the best father he could be.
dae-ho is more frantic and nervous about your first child together than you are.
he's the one buying the parental advisory books and the pregnancy books, along with anything he sees online that could help you throughout your pregnancy.
when the day comes he is a MESS, trying to calm his nerves though he's very bad at it. you'd have to calm him down to make sure everything is packed and ready.
he is your number one supporter in the hospital room and he does not leave your side for a second.
dae-ho is a girl dad!
imagine him with pretty little clips and bowties in his hair.
he's got a vip spot to the tea parties.
his daughter is his princess and his weak spot. aside from you, of course.
he is very over protective of her and when she gets to an age where boys are a thing, it's game over.
you'd have to reassure him not to be so overbearing during these times and it takes all of his strength not to do so.
he's the one fully sobbing on your daughter's wedding day.
lee kang-soo
this one would be an accidental pregnancy but kang-soo is here to stay.
fully confident he's got the whole 'dad' thing figured out until the day comes when he realizes he's in fact NOT prepared.
even so he's the most supportive partner.
kang-soo is also a girl dad!
i think he'd raise a strong daughter.
teach her how to defend herself and strengthen her intelligence to the world.
often the one paying for her extracurricular activities.
spoils her rotten but makes sure she is humble.
it is kang-soo's number one priority to keep both you and your daughter under supervision. he's always got ears of goo's whereabouts to ensure your safety.
he would inevitably retire from snitching once he heard about your pregnancy to protect the both of you.
he's also very protective of her and often gives the mean dad stare to any boy that comes around.
he's a tough negotiator when it comes to liking whoever your daughter brings around just because he has trust issues.
kang-soo wants a bunch of kids. if he has boys, he raises them to be protective of the girls in the family.
noh woo-sung
the topic of children with woo-sung would be a touchy one at first but eventually he would come around to the idea.
he would ensure to be financially stable beforehand to not bring any more stress to your body throughout pregnancy.
he'd work extremely hard to make this happen.
woo-sung would be a boy dad!
he'd teach his son to be smart with money without being overbearing about it.
whenever his son is born, he would set aside money every year on his birthday to create a savings for him.
he's often battling with his mother to hold his son.
would teach your son how to cook inexpensive meals in case anything were to happen.
would support him through college if he decided that was the path he wanted to take.
a very present father even if he's busy with work.
would treat the entire family to a nice meal whenever he got paid.
woo-sung is also protective over his family.
han beom-woo
beom-woo wants a big family!
he can afford to have one and he thinks the more, the better.
is always encouraging his children to follow their dreams as he is their number one supporter.
though he will be honest with them and emphasize that it is hard to reach certain goals but never deter them from wanting it.
you and beom-woo are known amongst your kids' friend group to have the best cooking.
their friends are often at your house to eat a good meal and he welcomes them with open arms.
also a supporter when it comes to schooling and extracurriculars, he always fronts the money even if your kids decide to do something different.
though he's often busy, he always makes time for his kids.
they would also be the reason he quits smoking.
he is always taking your kids out on an adventure to explore new foods and visit small restaurants.
his children would not have a close relationship with his mother though he attempts to keep some sort of contact with his brother.
your kids would be the type to give each other side eyes when sitting at an awkward dinner with his mother. beom-woo would not help with this, if anything, it amuses him.
even if the kids are well taken care of he always makes sure they see the beauty in the world.
jang baek-gi
baek-gi would be a strict father as it would be hard for him to soften his demeanor.
it is often a reflection of how he was raised so you never point the blame on him but would encourage him to approach things differently.
he'd be a good balance between a girl dad and a boy dad.
if he had both he would be more softer toward your daughter than his son.
though he is strict, he never diminishes their empathy and encourages them to be in touch with their feelings.
he'll explain to them that keeping their feelings bottled up inside would leave them to feel unhappy.
he would help them with any projects they approached him with as he's very intelligent and interested in what education has to offer.
baek-gi is busy with work majority of the time so he comes home with a little less energy but he's always up for conversation with his kids.
would teach his son to tie his ties.
encourages his kids to work hard without harming their passion.
jin-seok
jin-seok is a family man.
he'd want many kids but many complications throughout your pregnancies would only leave him with two sons. but he is grateful for anything.
he raises them well and to be very protective of each other.
he often sees himself and his late brother in them.
would often get emotional when just looking at them interact with each other.
he would forever talk about his family that had passed away in a car accident. living up to their legacy and sharing the importance of family even if they get upset with each other.
is the first one to stop the fighting between the boys.
jin-seok is such a sweetheart, so it's hard for him to be stern with the boys.
would help them through their studies, he's very smart and encourages them to prioritize schooling when they're young.
he would not be the one to teach them to drive as he has anxiety with car rides but he'd sit by the sidelines and record the special moment.
he takes pictures of everything to keep the memories alive.
noh jung-yeol
jung-yeol would only want a couple of kids.
luckily he'll get a good balance of a girl and a boy.
the most humble dad you'd ever know as he has a good relationship with his own parents.
his parents are often fighting to see the kids.
teaches your son to be the best gentleman and to love loudly.
he's got a soft spot for your daughter even though she thinks he's a goofball when it comes to love.
she'll often see the way he interacts with you and expects to be treated the same later on in life.
his son also sees the way he treats you and will guarantee copy paste the smooth moves his dad makes.
takes the kids out on adventures any chance he can.
he'll bring the kids to their grandparents to spend some alone time with you.
even after having kids, his love for you never fails to bring a smile to your face.
synopsis: how these characters would manhandle the reader.
characters featured: kang dae-ho (squid game), lee kang-soo (yadang), noh woo-sung (wall to wall), han beom-woo (tastefully yours), jang baek-gi (misaeng)
warnings: 18+, MDNI, suggestive content, smut, choking, biting, ripping off clothes, spanking, love bites.
a/n: this was actually requested twice! not sure if it's the same anon but here you go! tysm for requesting 🫶🏻
kang dae-ho
dae-ho loves to carry you.
he's throwing you over his shoulder at any given opportunity.
he loves to throw you on the bed.
big, big guy.
his hands are eager to grab hold of you in bed.
strong arms call for easy position changes.
loves it when you tug on his hair so he reciprocates.
the shower is where it's at, baby.
he is lifting you up and pressing you against the wall in a heartbeat.
he feels protective of you and much bigger so he feels comfortable manhandling you but politely, of course.
would carry you on his back.
just loves touching you in general.
lee kang-soo
kang-soo is grabbing a handful of ass at any opportunity.
he loves the squeal that comes out of your mouth as he does so.
he's all over your body like it's a temple.
hands on your chest, your ass, your thighs, anything he can grab he does so.
sometimes rough but often times playfully.
making out, his hands are roaming and he's loving every second of it.
also a hair puller because he loves the feeling.
loves doggy as he has easy access to everything.
the type to carry you to bed.
love to pinch your ass at the most inconvenient times to see you blush.
hands are needy and he needs to grab ahold of something.
you may verbalize annoyance but you secretly love it.
he has no shame, you are his and he will love you loudly.
noh woo-sung
woo-sung is a choker.
loves to be choked and loves to choke you.
to give him leverage when he's thrusting into you, he grabs ahold of your neck.
never cutting off circulation, he's always careful with this.
though he loves it when you're a bit rougher with him.
he spanks. love that.
he is also an ass man, grabbing and spanking as much as he can.
he will pin you to the bed or any surface he's taking you on.
he will only do these things in bed, he will never lay a hand on your neck otherwise as he thinks it makes him seem overly possessive.
even though he manhandles you in bed, he's always attentive, making sure you're okay with it.
han beom-woo
beom-woo rips your clothes off at any given opportunity.
he can afford to buy you new things so he does so nonchalantly.
he's careful with your favorite clothes but if it's anything new that you're not so attached to, coming off immediately.
he loves hearing the tear of them. how dare they cover your body!
even though he's rough with your clothes, he's not rough with you.
always attentive with you.
would think it's cute whenever you'd attempt to rip his clothes off.
he's tugging your underwear down with his teeth. he loves that.
often frustrated with bras, they're a lot for him in the heat of the moment.
jang baek-gi
baek-gi is a biter.
he doesn't speak often but he uses his mouth for other things.
loves to give you love bites.
if it leaves a mark, all the better.
he will bite you anywhere he can.
he especially loves your hips and your neck, those are his favorite spots to leave love bites.
he'd want you to leave your own marks on him but somewhere easy to cover for when he goes to work.
would be apologetic if he bit down too hard, though you never complained.
he loves it when you bite his shoulder or his chest. his titties need love too.
synopsis ━ how these characters would react in a moment of jealousy
warnings ━ this request took a while, I apologize.
characters below ━ kang daeho (squid game) , han beomwoo (tastefully yours) , noh woosung (wall to wall) , kim yohan (insider), lee kangsoo (yadang the snitch) , and woosang (streaming)
lee kangsoo
you're at a car meet.
some racer dude approaches you, thinking you were alone, and starts hitting on you hard.
he leans against his ride, and throwing lines about "treating you right" and stuff while kangsoo's by his black g-wagon nearby.
kangsoo straightens up fast, seeing the man's body language towards you.
you were not speaking, nearly uncomfortable with the man's advances.
kangsoo wipes grease off his hands, and he was nearly amused (and jealous) as he strides over.
he walks behind you and slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his front.
the korean smiles wide, "yo, dude... chill with that shit! she's with me."
the guy laughs nervously, walking away.
an hour later, when the guy stops near kangsoo's van looking down at his phone, kangsoo revs his engine loud enough to intimate him.
afterwards, the guy leaves for good.
"nobody hits on my girl in front of me," kangsoo says, turning to you with a cocky smirk, though his grip on your waist is tight.
he kisses your temple roughly.
"you're mine, y/n... don't forget it, ya? okay?"
by the end of the night he's softer, pulling you close knowing that you're the only one who gets him this worked up.
kim yohan
you're at a bar when a guy slides into the seat next to you.
he starts chatting you up smoothly, all while yohan's across the table.
yohan doesn't move at first, since he just watches and sips his drink slowly.
in his mind, he is letting this stupid guy dig his own grave.
when the guy touches your arm, yohan sets his glass down with quiet finality.
yohan stands up without a word and steps beside you, very closely.
"she's not interested," yohan says evenly, voice calm but laced with ice that makes the guy freeze.
your man's stare is intense, holding the guy's gaze until the guy mumbles an excuse and bolts.
yohan sits back down where the guy once did, taking your hand under the table, thumb brushing your knuckles.
he pretends like the moment never happened, all while you look at him with surprise.
don't worry, he stays close the rest of the night.
"i don't like sharing you... even the thought of someone wanting you makes me want to keep you closer."
woosang
you're on live when a viewer in chat starts flirting hard.
it happens, constantly, but this man was sending loads of money and fully asking you out on dates.
woosang's energy shifts while watching your livestream.
at first, he laughs it off before he realizing that this viewer does not get the hint from your shy laughter and eye rolls.
"hey chatttt," woosang puts himself in camera-view, smiling as he brings an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his frame, "meet my girlfriend... yeah... the one you can't have,"
he says it playfully, but his arm around you is possessive and his fingers dig into your ribcage slightly.
the flirty comments slow down when he shows off the lock screen on his phone, a photo of the two of you kissing.
off-stream he turns serious, saying that he wouldn't have cared if the viewer was not sending you thousands of won at a time.
next stream he introduces a "no flirting with my wife" rule.
kang daeho
you're in the games when player 124 starts leaning in too close to your face during the third game.
daeho, who's been quietly watching from the counter inside of the green room, straightens up.
most of you nearly died, yet this man wants to flirt with you.
daeho turns protective as he walks over, sliding in-between you and the guy without touching him.
"baby, is everything okay?" daeho asks.
124 scoffs, realizing that you are in a relationship.
daeho has to force himself from making a smirk, since he's ready to stand there all day.
the guy backs off quickly, and daeho turns to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face, "sorry... i-i didn't like how he was looking at you, y/n."
you smile,
"thats okay sweetie... maybe just focus on surviving the next round, yeah?"
noh woosung
you're at the gym, proving by the apartment complex, when a guy walks up.
he starts complimenting your smile and asks for your number right in front of woosung.
woosung's eyes narrow instantly, and his usual tense vibe turns darker as he sets his water bottle down hard, fingers tapping the table in irritation.
he doesn't yell, but he leans in close to you.
"she's taken, man...happily taken," woosung says calmly, but the darkness in his eyes was very unusual, even to you.
the guy mumbles an apology and leaves.
after seeing the guy walking out of the gym, woosung exhales.
"that almost made me lose my cool... almost."
he turns to you with a sheepish grin, "i'm sorry,"
you smirk as you trace woosung's knuckles on his hand, "I don't think you are, woosung."
"yeah... i'm not."
han beomwoo
you're at a hansang event when a cocky chef corners you.
he is flirting heavily, almost borderline harassment as he doesn't give you any space to walk away from him.
beomwoo was standing right beside you, while talking to his older brother.
however, once sun-woo turned beomworo's attention towards the chef, beomwoo's smile drops instantly.
your man stepping forward, almost immediately, until he's between you and the guy.
he doesn't raise his voice at the chef, he just leans in close and whispers something low that makes the guy's face pale and his hands shake.
"touch her again, or even breathe around her again... and you won't walk out of here," beomwoo says, or at least what you can make out from behind him.
the threat is crystal clear, which makes the guy run away.
beomwoo turns back to you, expression softening as he cups your face, "you alright, love? trust me... he won't bother you again."
he keeps you close the rest of the night with his large hand on your lower back, glaring at anyone who looks at you for too long.
