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daeho-lic · 6 days ago

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“ You Were His Now ”

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Rating: 18+ (Explicit, NSFW)

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho / Player 388 x F!Reader

Setting: Post-recruitment, in-between games — bathroom during lights out

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, possessive behavior, oral (f receiving), bathroom sex, praise kink, protective Dae-ho, soft dom tendencies

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The lights had just gone out.

The usual buzz of tension lingered in the dorm like static—thick and heavy. People whispered, shifted on their cots, pressed into corners like prey trying to disappear. Everyone knew: in here, danger didn’t sleep.

You slipped off your mattress and made your way to the girl’s bathroom, hugging yourself tightly. You didn’t want to go alone, but sometimes the waiting was worse than the risk. Every shadow felt like it had teeth, and you didn’t want to stay in the dark with them watching.

You barely made it past the metal door before you heard footsteps behind you.

At first, you froze.

But the voice that followed made your stomach flip.

“Thought I saw you leave.” Dae-ho’s voice, low and firm. A whisper—yet solid enough to make you feel safe.

You turned. “How did you—this is the girls’ side.”

His eyes were calm, intense. “I don’t care.”

His broad frame blocked the doorway behind you as he stepped in, closing it silently. The air suddenly felt smaller. Warmer.

Kang Dae-ho wasn’t loud like the others. He was all sharp eyes and silence. During the games, he watched more than he acted—but when he did move, it was fast, calculated, efficient. You’d seen him pull people back from falling, shield others in line, step between players when things got heated.

And he always looked at you.

Especially earlier, when that asshole Thanos came over, smirking, leaning too close, asking if you wanted to “join a stronger team.”

You were about to reject him when Dae-ho’s voice cut in, firm and final:

“She’s already with us. My group. With Gi-hun.”

Thanos had looked irritated—but he backed off. Dae-ho didn’t even need to raise his voice.

You hadn’t thanked him. Not properly. But now, standing in the bathroom, with the flickering lights casting a glow over cracked tiles—you could see the way he was looking at you.

Not just protective.

Possessive.

“Were you watching me?” you asked, stepping back toward the sink.

Dae-ho’s eyes flicked down your body, slow and unashamed. “You shouldn’t be here alone,” he said. “Someone could follow you in. Someone like that player 230 guy.”

You swallowed. “But you did.”

“I’m not like him.”

He stepped forward, crowding you gently back until your lower back hit the edge of the sink. His hands hovered on either side of your hips, not touching—yet caging you in.

“I’ve been patient,” he said softly. “Trying not to show it. Not here. Not in this place. But when I saw him looking at you like that…”

His jaw clenched.

“I couldn’t hold back anymore.”

Your breath caught as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t.

You didn’t want to.

Instead, you leaned forward, lips grazing his. “Don’t stop.”

That was all it took.

He kissed you—hard. Days of restraint snapped all at once as his lips claimed yours, tongue sliding deep, his hands gripping your hips like he’d been waiting for this exact moment to happen. You gasped into him, arching as he lifted you easily onto the sink, dragging your thighs apart so he could slot himself between them.

“You have no idea,” he breathed against your lips, hand sliding up under your shirt, “what it’s done to me—watching you all this time.”

His fingers hooked into your waistband and slid your pants down slowly, eyes locked to yours as your soaked panties were revealed.

“You’re dripping,” he murmured, voice reverent. “For me.”

He fell to his knees.

You bit your lip as he kissed up your thigh, then licked a long stripe up your center—groaning when he tasted you.

“So fucking sweet,” he muttered. “Mine.”

Dragging his tongue through your folds, slowly at first His tongue worked in slow, devastating circles, fingers spreading you open as he sucked your clit, swirling it with obscene pressure before pulling back. Your hand slapped against the mirror, head falling back as your moans echoed off the cracked tiles.

His tongue dove back in, feral now.

He ate you like a starving man, face buried in your cunt, his grip bruising your thighs. He licked into you with deep, wet strokes, nose bumping your clit with every motion. You reached for his hair, fingers tangling in the strands, hips jerking toward his mouth.

You moaned shamelessly, your slick dripping down onto his chin as his tongue flicked rapidly, alternating with deep licks and sharp suction.

Every time your body started to seize up, he’d slow down just enough to drag it out—prolonging your pleasure like he was savoring the torment.

“Dae-ho—shit—feels so good—”

He looked up at you, eyes heavy-lidded, lips shiny. “Come for me. I want to feel it.”

Your climax snapped through you hard and fast, legs trembling around his shoulders as he licked you through it, slow and greedy, like he was savoring every second.

When he stood back up, his hands pulled your shirt over your head in one smooth motion, exposing your chest to the cold bathroom air. He groaned at the sight.

“You’re perfect,” he said. “I’ll be gentle.”

His cock was thick and heavy in his hand as he guided it between your thighs. He slid the tip through your slick folds, teasing—then pushed in slowly.

So slow.

So deep.

You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he filled you completely.

“Shit,” he groaned. “You’re so tight… fuck, baby.”

His forehead rested against yours, hips rocking into you with slow, deep thrusts.

“I’ve wanted this since the first game,” he whispered. “Wanted to protect you… keep you safe… fuck you like you deserved.”

You moaned louder with each thrust, body melting into his as he fucked you slow and hard, his name tumbling from your lips over and over.

“You feel so good,” you breathed. “Please don’t stop.”

His hand slipped between you, rubbing your clit in perfect rhythm with his strokes.

“Never stopping,” he said. “You’re mine now. Only mine.”

Your second orgasm hit hard, your entire body clenching around him as you cried out into his neck.

That triggered him.

His pace quickened. Sloppier now. Desperate. You clenched around him, and he lost it.

“I’m gonna come—fuck—I’m gonna fill you up, baby—make you mine from the inside—”

His thrusts grew erratic, desperate, and he bit down softly on your shoulder as he came deep inside you, groaning low in your ear, his cock pulsing with every twitch.

You stayed like that, bodies pressed tight, his breath heavy against your skin.

He buried himself as deep as he could, hips grinding into you as his cock pulsed inside, spilling everything into you. His arms wrapped tight around your waist, mouth against your shoulder

Even when he pulled out, he didn’t go far. Just wrapped you up in his arms, cradling your head to his chest.

“Don’t leave the group,” he whispered. “Don’t leave me.”

You looked up at him, dazed, flushed. “I won’t.”

He smiled, kissed your forehead.

“Good.”

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The bathroom door cracked open. You left separately—quiet, careful. But the next day, when it was time for the next game, you felt Dae-ho’s hand slide around your wrist.

Not rough. Just enough to remind you:

You were his now.

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note: hello againnn ! :) my first fic of my fav, so plenty more to come ! i can’t wait for s3 of squid games as well !!

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daeho-lic · 2 months ago

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Drunk & Desperate.

❦ pairing ; kwon jiyong x reader

❦ warnings ; smut writting down below..

You were at home, lounging on the couch in your favorite tank top and shorts, the television playing in the background as you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone.

You’d texted your boyfriend hours ago, just to check in, see how he was doing at that late-night party but he never responded. Didn’t even open the message. So… you just assumed he was busy, right?

Yeah. Which left you here, slowly drowning in boredom.

And just as the clock struck 1 a.m., you were on the verge of dozing off when Jiyong stumbled through the door. He was mumbling something under his breath, his steps unsteady and movements sluggish.

“Ji?” you called out, stretching as you rose from the couch. He looked like he was struggling just to make it across the room to you.

He tripped over his own steps, collapsing onto his knees with a soft thud. You rushed over, concern tightening in your chest as you bent down to help him up, your hands grasping his arms to steady him.

“Were you drinking?” you asked, struggling to loop his arm over your shoulder to keep him upright.

“M’no…” he slurred, eyes closed, the word barely making it past his lips.

“Seriously…” you muttered under your breath, barely audible, as you carefully guided him toward the couch. The two of you moved slowly, step by unsteady step, until you finally eased him down, settling him into the cushions.

As soon as he hit the cushions, he slumped sideways, his head landing against your shoulder with a quiet sigh. His fingers clutched weakly at the fabric of your shirt, like he was afraid you’d leave.

“Don’t go..” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper, warm breath brushing against your collarbone.

You looked down at him, his lashes resting heavy against his cheeks, face flushed from whatever he'd been drinking or feeling.

“I’m not going anywhere” you said softly, brushing his hair back from his forehead. He leaned into your touch, eyes still closed, a small, content hum escaping him.

“Missed you..” he mumbled, almost like he didn’t mean for you to hear it. His arm tightened just slightly around your waist, pulling you closer.

“You're such a baby” you said quietly, laughing softly as you ran your fingers through his hair, the motion soothing him.

He let out a small groan, nuzzling further into your shoulder as if to escape the teasing.

“Shut up..” he muttered, his voice thick with both amusement and exhaustion.

He kept looking up at you with those wide, sleepy eyes, like a puppy who couldn’t get enough. Every time your gaze met his, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your cheek, your nose, then teasingly moving toward your lips.

"Stop!” you laughed softly, pulling back just a little, but he wasn’t having it. His hand gently cupped your face, his thumb running across your skin as he gave you that drowsy, almost mischievous smile.

"Just one" he mumbled, eyes half-lidded and glazed with the warmth of alcohol and exhaustion. He leaned in again, his lips landing on your cheek, his breath warm and slow.

“Ji, you’re a mess” you teased, but the soft, amused smile on your face gave you away. You didn’t mind. In fact, you liked it.

And with a small, satisfied hum, he finally planted a kiss on your lips, slow and lingering, his hand still holding your face gently, as if trying to keep you there with him in that moment.

He kissed you again, sloppy, uncoordinated, but full of want. His lips missed yours slightly at first, landing half on the corner of your mouth before he corrected himself with a soft grunt.

You couldn't help but smile against him.

"You're drunk" you murmured between kisses, your hand resting gently on his chest to steady both him and yourself.

He let out a breathy laugh, his forehead pressing to yours.

“Mhm... but you’re so pretty right now” he slurred, fingers fumbling a little as they grazed your thigh, tracing lazy, uneven patterns. “Like... stupid pretty.”

Your heart gave a little flutter at the way he said it, completely unfiltered, raw. He looked at you like you were the only thing in the world holding him together, his lips swollen and his pupils blown wide despite the dim light.

“Ji..” you whispered, brushing his hair back from his face.

His skin was warm, flushed, and he leaned into your palm like it was the only thing grounding him.

He blinked up at you with those puppy eyes again. “Can I kiss you more? Just... a little more” he asked, voice soft and slurred.

“No” you said, pulling back slightly, scooting just out of his reach.

Jiyong blinked, confused for a second, like his brain was trying to catch up. His arms reached out lazily, fingertips brushing the space where you had just been.

“Wha—why?” he mumbled, his voice small, almost hurt.

But he didn’t listen.

Instead, with surprising determination for someone in his state, he shifted forward, crawling onto you, pressing his weight gently but insistently until your back hit the couch cushions. His hands found either side of your waist as he hovered above you, face close, breath warm and uneven.

“Ji—” you started again, more firmly this time, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him back just enough to sit up.

He let out a soft groan of protest, flopping beside you dramatically as you scooted away. His brows knit together, and he stared at you with exaggerated offense, arms crossed like a sulky child.

“You won’t even cuddle me now?” he huffed, lips jutting into a pout. “So mean…”

You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out, despite yourself.

“You’re impossible..” you muttered, shaking your head as you made your way over to him, slipping into his lap and settling down.

His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you in tighter like he couldn’t believe you were actually there. He looked up at you with those hazy, adoring eyes, mouth parted slightly, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

“Better?” you asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

He nodded, slow and content. “So much better” he murmured, nuzzling into your chest like he’d been waiting all night just for this.

A beat passed, and then he paused, his nose brushing against your neck. He sniffed once, then again, dramatically.

“Hey…” he mumbled, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “You’re wearing my cologne.”

His grin widened, lazy and smug. “I knew it! That’s why you smell so good tonight.” He leaned in even closer, noses nearly touching now, his breath warm and slow.

Before you could answer, he tilted his head, brushing his lips against your collarbone, gentle and slow like he was savoring every inch of skin, breathing in the scent of himself on you. His lips moved lazily, trailing upward, the faintest pressure sending a warm chill down your spine.

“Mmm… smells better on you” he murmured against your skin, voice low and husky, each word vibrating against your neck. His hands gripped your waist, still loose and unsteady, but with just enough pressure to keep you there, straddling him.

You exhaled shakily, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Hey…”

He looked up at you again, eyes dark and dazed with affection and desire. “You always do this to me” he whispered, kissing just below your jaw now, slow and unhurried. “Drive’s me crazy.”

“You’re sooo drunk” you teased, leaning in to boop his nose, but he pulled his head back at the last second, dodging your finger with a lazy smirk.

His fingers toyed lazily with the waistband of your shorts, tugging just enough to make your breath catch. There was no finesse in it just the kind of clumsy persistence that came with too much alcohol and too much want.

He looked up at you from where he was pressed against your chest, eyes half-lidded but heavy with something desperate.

“Please?” he murmured, the word barely more than a breath.

That look, soft, pleading, almost innocent if not for the heat behind it was your undoing.

His lips brushed yours this time soft and tentative, as if asking one more time without words.

“Want you so bad it hurts” he slurred, the confession warm against your mouth, and before you could answer, he was already guiding you down, back onto the couch.

You let him, body sinking into the cushions as he hovered over you, hands on either side of your waist, grounding himself.

Fingers gripped your sides gently, thumbs tracing slow, nervous circles against your skin. He leaned in again, kissing you with more pressure this time, still messy, still tasting like liquor and longing, but filled with so much need it made your chest ache.

“You’re not gonna stop me?” he mumbled against your lips, unsure, breathless.

“I haven’t yet” you whispered.

His lips trailed down from your mouth, leaving a warm, tingling path along your jaw, your neck, your chest, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to memorize you one kiss at a time. You felt his breath hitch as he reached your stomach, his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt, thumbs brushing your skin so lightly it sent shivers crawling up your spine.

He paused right at the waistband of your shorts, looking up at you with those irresistible puppy eyes before slowly sliding them down along with your panties.

He lowered himself over you again, but this time one of his fingers was gently tracing circles around your clit. A soft groan escaped your lips at his touch, your fingers clutching his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“To think that…” he said, increasing the pace of his movements, a teasing edge creeping into his voice. “You didn’t want this?” His tone was cold but laced with a provocative playfulness.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that felt electric. His tongue danced with yours, teasing and exploring as he slipped his fingers inside you. You couldn’t help but moan, a soft sound slipping away from your lips, mingling with the warmth of your breath.

The feel of his cool metal rings against your skin sent delicious tingles coursing through you. Each time he pumped his fingers in and out, it was like he knew exactly how to drive you wild. Those gentle twists and thrusts made you gasp.

“Oh my god, Ji..” you said, slowly shaking your head and squirming to his touch.

He leaned down again, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, but this time he trailed his mouth down your body. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, spreading them slightly as he made his way between your legs.

He kissed along your inner thighs, teasingly keeping you on the edge.

“Stop—” you gasped, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer even as you spoke the word.

He looked at you with a mischievous smile before diving in, his tongue exploring you, swirling and dancing inside as he held a firm grip on your thighs, leaving marks that would remind you of tonight.

“You’re so pretty tonight..” he mumbled between hungry kisses, his voice low and sultry as he ate you out like a feast. “So… pretty.”

Each word sent another wave of heat through you, and you couldn’t help but moan in response, lost in the pleasure of it all as his tongue moved faster, sending you spiraling toward the edge, you felt a delicious pressure building within you.

“I’m... I’m so close” you gasped, gripping his hair tightly, urging him on.

“Just let go” he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with a deep intensity.

With one last eager flick of his tongue, you cried out, your body quaking as waves of pleasure washed over you, toes curling, fingers digging into the cushions beneath you.

Jiyong moved slowly, almost lazily, as he made his way back up your body. His hands brushed gently along your sides, steadying himself as he hovered over you once again, then leaned in to press soft, lingering kisses to your skin, your stomach, your chest and your collarbone like he wasn’t ready to stop touching you just yet.

When he finally reached your face, his fingertips tucked a few stray strands of hair behind your ear. His eyes, though heavy-lidded and unfocused, still held that soft, hazy warmth.

“You okay?” he asked, voice thick and sleepy, lips ghosting over your cheek.

You nodded, still catching your breath, your hand resting against the back of his neck. Noticing your current state he grinned, eyes fluttering shut for a second as he nuzzled into you.

“Feels like I’m floating” he murmured.

You chuckled softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “That’s the alcohol talking.”

“M’no..” he slurred, eyes slipping open again. “That’s you.”

And then he curled himself into you, arms wrapping around your waist, clinging like a boy who never wanted to be far from the one thing that made him feel safe.

Drunk, messy, vulnerable but completely yours.

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