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OFF LIMITS

namgyu (player 124) x fem! reader

summary: your younger brother minsu has always kept shitty friends but none worse than junkies thanos and namgyu. this time, namgyu makes his move on you.

warnings: 18+ content ahead including dubious consent, sniffing panties, very light knife play, bathroom sex, power imbalance, pet names, noona kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise, objectification, some pet play (?) (he makes reader crawl to him and calls her a mutt), fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, and creampie. perv! namgyu, heavy use of “noona”, mentions of thanos x reader

a/n: soo i blacked out and this happened. it’s rlly unhinged. shoutout to my friend for suggesting he call her noona because now all i can think about is namgyu noona kink

The bass from the TV shakes through the floorboards, rattling the cheap wooden trim and humming up through your bare feet. Gunshots and explosions stutter in quick bursts over the speakers. The living room stinks of weed, boy-sweat, and leftover takeout souring in open containers.

Thanos slouches on the battered couch, one leg thrown over the other, smoke curling from the joint pinched between his fingers. His eyes are low and half-lidded as he tiredly smirks at the game on the TV.

“I said left. Left, my boy. You cross-eyed or what?”

Minsu, your younger brother, who’s curled on the floor by the coffee table, doesn’t answer. He grips the controller, trying to keep his fingers from shaking.

He’s always tense around Thanos and Namgyu, shrinking smaller with every word. Like he knows one wrong comment could get him mocked or worse.

Thanos laughs, slow and airy, the blunt hanging from the corner of his mouth now, the ember flaring with each chuckle as he cuts a glance your way—brief, but heavy.

“Can’t even blame you, bro. With your sister walking around with legs like that? I mean, shit, I’d be missin’ my shots too.”

Minsu stiffens, but he doesn’t dare look at you. “Shut up, Thanos.”

Thanos lifts both hands, grin crooked. “What? She’s hot as fuck.”

Through their banter, all you can notice is Namgyu.

Off to the side, he lets out a soft, amused scoff.

He’s sprawled on the floor beside the couch, leaning back on one elbow. His band tee rides up his ribs, showing a slice of pale skin dusted with freckles and faded bruises. His sweatpants hang low on his hips, the waistband dipping under sharp v-lines, revealing a dark trail of hair disappearing beneath the cotton.

But he’s not playing the game.

His eyes are on you.

You move quietly through the room, a glass of water cradled in your hand and suddenly your sleep clothes feel thinner than ever. An old white tank top hugs your chest, the cotton just sheer enough to show the shape of your nipples in the glow from the TV screen. Your pajama shorts are patterned with tiny Hello Kitty faces, cut short enough to bare nearly all the curve of your ass. No bra. No underwear. You hadn’t thought twice slipping them on…but now, under Namgyu’s stare, you suddenly feel naked.

Part of you wants to vanish, to escape the heat crawling up your neck, the vile things they say when they think you’re not really listening. You don’t want to hear it—don’t even want to know how your brother’s nasty friends look at you, how they talk about you like you’re just another thing to fuck—but something sick keeps you rooted in place for a second.

Maybe it’s the way Namgyu’s stare pins you down, slow and deliberate, like he’s already imagined the shape of your mouth around his dick countless times, like he’s cataloguing how your skin would taste beneath his tongue.

Or maybe it’s the soft metallic flick of his knife, over and over, in a rhythm that feels almost hypnotic. Or maybe it’s how Minsu just sits there, small and silent, knuckles white on the controller, too afraid to speak up.

You hate how they treat him.

How Thanos talks to him like he’s a child. How Namgyu never even bothers to hide the way he laughs when Minsu flinches. You’ve tried to bring it up before, to ask why he keeps letting them walk all over him.

But every time you mention it, Minsu shuts down. Gets defensive. Upset. “They’re just messing around,” he’ll mutter, face flushed, voice brittle. “It’s not a big deal.”

It is, though. You see it in his shoulders. The way he tenses. The way he won’t look anyone in the eye when they speak to him.

But he won’t let you fix it, so now you just watch as Namgyu’s gaze tracks you, unblinking. His lips curl into a shit-eating grin, the small switchblade in his hand flicking open and shut, the sound like a ticking time bomb counting down to your demise.

Click. Click. Click.

Slowly, he sets the small pocket knife down beside him on the carpet. Then, with a mocking glint in his eyes, Namgyu lifts both hands, curling his fingers into a circle and holds them over one eye like a fake telescope, twisting his wrists and squinting through it as he blatantly scopes out your chest and hips.

“She’s always strutting around, Minsu.” Namgyu murmurs, voice dipping into something low and taunting. “Practically begging someone to look. Bet it fucks you up, huh? Seein’ your own sister like that?”

Minsu’s voice cracks. “D-don’t talk about her.”

Namgyu doesn’t even glance at him. “Or what?” he says bitterly, licking the edge of his lower lip, eyes locked on you.

Heat rushes up your neck, your stomach twisting tight.

Before you can hear another word, you pivot and rush down the corridor, your heart pounding and your skin still burning beneath the weight of Namgyu’s stare.

By the time the game fades into background noise, you’re pacing in your room, the cold press of the water glass doing little to soothe the heat coiled in your chest. It’s not even the way Namgyu talked about you—low and mocking, too intimate for a casual joke—it’s the way he looked at you. That heavy, lingering stare. The way he mimed staring earlier, not bothering to hide how he pictured you. As if your body was nothing more than entertainment. A toy. Something meant to be ogled at and handled and ruined.

Your chest tightens. You want to be angry. Furious, even. But all you can think about is the way his tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip, how lazy and possessive his stare felt. As if he already knew what you looked like underneath your stupid shorts. As if he’d played this scene out in his head a thousand times and tonight, he was just getting cocky about it.

You hate it.

You hate how your thighs press together as the warmth between them grows thick and shameful.

You hate how your skin still prickles where his eyes touched it. How much of you he’s gotten without ever laying a hand.

You should’ve said something. Done something.

Instead, you let him look. You stood there.

And now it feels like he knows what he does to you.

The water glass leaves a wet ring on your dresser as you set it down and creep toward your door, fingers curling around the handle. You ease it open and slip out into the hallway, hoping to make it to the bathroom undetected. Maybe splash cold water on your face. Maybe breathe.

But you don’t get far.

You slam straight into someone’s chest and stumble back with a startled gasp.

Namgyu.

He’s standing in the dim hallway light, shirt rumpled, eyes dark and blocking your path completely.

But that’s not what makes your stomach drop.

Dangling from his fingers is something soft and bright pink. Something unmistakably yours.

Your panties.

Your breath catches, mouth falling open as your cheeks flush in disbelief. “Namgyu, what the fuck?!”

He doesn’t even flinch.

Instead, a slow, filthy grin spreads across his face. He lifts the panties to his nose and inhales deep. His eyelids flutter, his nostrils flare, and a low, contented sound rumbles from the back of his throat—something close to a purr.

“Still fresh.”

Heat explodes in your cheeks and your voice comes out in a harsh whisper. “Ew, you perv! Where the hell did you get those?!”

“Took ‘em after you showered yesterday.” he says casually. “Been driving myself insane thinking about how warm your pussy must’ve been to leave them smelling like that. I even thought about jerking off with them last night…but I figured I’d savor them first.”

He steps in close. You try to shrink back, but there’s nowhere to go. His knuckles brush the hem of your Hello Kitty shorts, fingers skimming your thigh. His gaze drops to your legs, then back up.

“You walk around like this, y’know.” he mutters. “All cute and clueless in these tiny shorts, acting like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“You’re disgusting.” you snap.

He just laughs under his breath. “And you like it.”

You glare at him. “Give them back.”

Namgyu lifts the panties just out of reach. “What? Gonna cry to Minsu? Think he’s gonna come save his poor older sister? He barely says shit when I call him a fucking loser to his face. You think he’s gonna man up for you?”

Your stomach twists, the TV still blaring in the other room.

Minsu’s right there.

“Don’t act so shy now…you’ve been waiting for me to say something. Looking over your shoulder every time you bend over in front of me and pretending you don’t notice.”

“Stop!” you whisper. “Minsu will hear you—”

He huffs out a laugh. “So be quiet before I make you myself.” His hand drags slowly over your shorts, just enough for you to feel it—his palm grazing your cunt. He brings his lips to the shell of your ear, whispering, “Bet you’ll beg me like a pathetic little whore when I finally play with this pussy too.”

Shame flashes hot across your skin, your breath catching as your thighs press together instinctively—too slow to stop the way your hips twitch toward his touch.

Before he can do anything else, you grab his wrist and yank him into the bathroom.

The second the latch closes, he’s on you again.

Namgyu slams you against the bathroom door, his mouth crashing down on yours—hot, messy, tasting like marijuana and something chemical that makes your head spin. You shove at his chest with both hands, but it’s like pushing a wall. He doesn’t move. Just groans into your mouth, frantic already,

“Get off—” you start, but then there’s suddenly cold steel at your chest.

Namgyu’s switchblade flashes up between you, the flat of it gliding slow beneath the hem of your tank top. His hand trembles—not from fear of hurting you, but from the strain of holding back. He’s wanted this too long. Needed it. The moment buzzes in his bones, filthy and inevitable.

“Shhh…” he coos, almost gentle. “Lemme see these perfect tits.”

The blade flicks, slicing your shirt straight up the middle.

You gasp as the fabric splits, peeling off your chest. The cold air hits your skin, goosebumps rising across your bare breasts. The knife clatters to the tile, forgotten, and then he’s on you—grabbing, hands rough and thumbing your nipples until you’re gasping despite yourself.

“Fuck,” he groans, burying his face in your neck, nuzzling, sniffing, “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

His hand dives into your shorts, greedy and quick while the other still gropes one of your peaks.

He doesn’t even tease—just plunges his fingers down.

He finds your cunt warm and soaked.

“N-namgyu…” you whisper, dizzy. He smells like his musk and it drowns you.

He groans the second he feels you. His hips thrust forward instinctively, his hard cock pressing against you through his sweats. “This for me, noona?”

His voice cracks around the word. It sounds hungry, the honorific cutting through your haze. You flush instantly, and his smile widens.

“Ohh, you liked that, didn’t you?” he giggles, breathless.

“Y’like it when I call you noona?”

You whimper in response, and he twitches, eyes darkening as he kisses your jaw, again and again, murmuring sing-song between each brush of his lips, “Noona…noona…” His voice lingers on the syllables, almost lilting, half-mocking and half-adoring, like he’s testing the weight of it on his tongue—trying it out.

“I’ve never called you that before, have I?” he hums, sweet and cruel, dragging his fingers slow through your folds. “Noo~na.” he croons softly, almost to himself now.

“Shoulda known you’d go all dumb for it.”

He laughs under his breath, lips still brushing your skin.

“Didn’t see the point, Thought it was stupid. But if I knew you’d be shaking for me like this…?”

His voice dips, “I’d’ve said it the first day I met you.”

Your breath hitches, your hips twitching toward his hand without meaning to.

He notices. Of course he does.

His palm presses flat against your pussy, grinding slow and heavy. “Look at you,” he breathes, delighted. “Already falling apart for me.”

“F-fuck you.” you spit—but it’s weak, and his eyes visibly darken.

“Mouthy little bitch,” he sneers. “Don’t worry noona, I’ll shut you up.”

His hand slaps over your mouth, firm and fast.

Your moans die under his palm, strangled and soaked in heat. His fingers push into you, slick and deep, each piston into you angled to ruin. The cramped bathroom echoes with the obscene sound of your cunt sucking him in and out.

Namgyu groans, low and guttural, hips grinding against your front again, rutting into the soft curve of your lower belly. You try to twist away, shame prickling down your spine—but he crowds in tighter, pinning you between his chest and the door, breath hot and filthy against your cheek.

“C’monnn…be quiet for me, noona. Don’t want your baby brother hearin’ how much you love getting touched by someone younger than you, do you?”

Humiliation spreads under your skin and your eyes squeeze shut. You can hear it—the wet, obscene sound of him knuckle-deep in you, the way your hips stutter into his hand no matter how hard you try to hold still.

He feels it. The way you clench—and it only spurs him on. His grin presses against your cheek as his pace turns brutal, every thrust of his fingers knocking a breath from your lungs, until your knees buckle hard against the doorframe.

Then his voice lowers, turning mean again.

“Or maybe it’s not Minsu you’re worried about.”

Your breath hitches behind his palm. He leans in close, his nose grazing your temple.

“Maybe you want Thanos to see you like this.”

Your whole body jerks and you shake your head wildly, but it doesn’t matter.

“You don’t even know half of what he says about you,” Namgyu goes on, teeth clicking. “Think dude’s obsessed with your tits. Bet he’d shove you down on your knees and fuck ’em right there in front of your brother.”

A muffled sob punches from your throat, eyes wide, legs trembling beneath you.

Namgyu groans again, deeper, fucking his fingers into you with renewed force. “But you don’t want Thanos, right?” His voice splinters with need. “This pussy’s not for him.”

You whimper under his hand, hips jolting into his palm, betraying you.

“No—” you gasp against his fingers, barely audible.

He slows, keeps his fingers buried deep, grinding them with deliberate pressure. “No?” His breath is sharp against your ear. “Just for me then, huh?”

Your head slumps back against his shoulder, thighs shaking. Humiliation coils low in your gut—but your cunt squeezes around his fingers, so wet it sounds desperate.

He releases your mouth finally and seizes your lips in a rough, claiming kiss, tongue pushing deep, devouring every sound you make.

“Say it, noona.” he pants between kisses, voice unraveling. “Say it’s mine.”

Your lips part, gasping. Your voice cracks, broken. “It’s yours.”

Namgyu groans, shattered, the sound rasping from his throat. “Good fucking girl.”

“You gonna cum on my fingers?” You attempt to hold it back, but it’s already crashing over you—your thighs trembling as you let out sharp little gasps of pleasure. Your pussy flutters helplessly around him, right at the edge. Namgyu whispers in your ear, “Please, noona…be a good little slut and make a mess f’me.”

“Oh fuck—Namgyu!” Your orgasm hits hard—sharp and blinding—your pussy pulsing around his fingers with a filthy, wet suction that makes him groan deeply in his chest. Your hands slam against the door, nails scraping the wood as your hips twitch against it.

Namgyu pulls his fingers out slowly, relishing the slickness as it stretches in glistening strands. He brings them to his mouth, sucking one clean, eyes rolling back at the taste of you.

Before you can even recollect yourself, Namgyu seizes your wrist and yanks you down to the ground. You crash hard onto your knees, dazed, and he leans back against the tub’s edge, legs spread and sweatpants now pushed down past his hips. His cock is flushed and hard, glistening with the mess he created while teasing you, already twitching with anticipation. “Get that pretty little mouth on me, noona.”

“C’mere and show me how badly you want it.”

You gaze up at him—lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling rapidly. His smirk twists cruelly as he sits back, his cock heavy in his fist.

“That’s it…now crawl to me.”

Heat floods your cheeks. Your thighs quiver as you drop down onto your hands and knees, slickness still dripping between them, knees squeaking against the cold tile. You inch forward slowly, your eyes fixed on his cock—his gaze locked onto you.

He strokes himself lazily as you move, enjoying the show. “Cute little noona. Crawling for my cock like a fucking mutt.”

He grins. “Open.”

You shoot him a look, lips tight. You hesitate just a second too long.

His smile fades, replaced by something darker. His fist knots in your hair, yanking your head forward.

“I said open, noona.”

You bare your teeth, but you do it—mouth wide, tongue out—and he slaps his cock against it, once, twice, wet and heavy.

“Fuuuck, there we go,” he pants, rocking his hips forward. “Just like that.”

You choke as he feeds more in—your throat tightening, drool spilling from the corners of your lips. He moves slow at first, savoring every inch until you gag around him. “Shit, you sound so good choking on it,” he groans, his grip on your hair tightening. “You fucking love this don’t you?”

You moan, more in frustration than pleasure, your nails digging into his thighs. He tastes salty, like something you shouldn’t crave, but you arch towards him anyway, greedy.

“You’d let me cum on your face, wouldn’t you noona?” he pants, his cock twitching against your tongue. “Or right on your tongue…yeah, I just know you’d take it so well.”

You whimper, and he lets out a ragged moan, hips stuttering.

“W-was about to coat this pretty face,” he grits out, dragging you off his cock with a wet pop. You gasp, coughing, spit trailing from your lips. “But right now…”

He hauls you up, spins you, and lifts you onto the bathroom counter. He shoves your shorts down just far enough to make room, The porcelain biting into your bare ass. You yelp at the cold, and then again when his hands shove your thighs apart.

“This pussy’s still leaking,” he mutters, stroking himself once before dragging the swollen tip through your soaked folds. “I think you need a good dicking.”

You glare at him, breath ragged. “Just s-shut up and fuck me.”

“Fuck…don’t gotta tell me twice.”

He lines up and drives in—one brutal thrust to the base, splitting you open with a loud, wet slap.

You cry out, nails digging into the edge of the counter. The mirror behind you rattles.

His grip bruises your hips as he starts pounding into you—deep, rough, no rhythm, just raw need. Each thrust knocks you back, cunt gushing with every slap.

“You hear that?” he spits, breath catching. “Listen to that sloppy pussy—fuck, you were made for this.”

You sob into your arm, overwhelmed and aching, but your hips still chase his. It’s pathetic.

“Cockdrunk noona, stuffed like a whore on her own fucking sink.”

His hand slips between you, thumb finding your clit to rub it hard and ruthlessly. Sparks shoot through you, your body already trembling from the next orgasm building low in your gut.

“Say thank you, Namgyu,” he growls.

You shake your head and his grin turns feral.

“Fine. I’ll make you say it.” He thrusts into you harder, crueler, his thumb grinding down against your clit without mercy. Your body jerks with each snap of his hips, loud wet slaps echoing in the room as he fucks you through your resistance. You choke on a moan, teeth gritted, fingers clawing at anything you can reach.

He doesn’t let up. Just pounds into you, deep and brutal, your walls clenching around him with every thrust. He drags his cock out slowly—almost all the way—before slamming back in hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. Again. And again.

“Fucked stupid and still begging for more. look at you suck me in,” he hisses, watching your face twist in helpless pleasure. “You gonna cum again? Be a good little fuckdoll for me?”

You try, God, you try, but your body gives out first. your orgasm rips through you without warning, raw and violent, soaking his cock with a loud, messy gush. You scream, back arching, thighs shaking where he holds them open. Your cunt pulses hard around him, fluttering and clenching with every wave crashing through you.

“T-thank you, Namgyu…” you choke out, voice wrecked.

“That’s it. That’s fucking it,” Namgyu groans and slams in one last time, spilling inside you with a sharp curse. His cock pulses deep, stuffing you full.

He stays buried, panting against your neck, both of you trembling, skin sticky with sweat.

When he finally pulls out, he cums all over your pussy—thick, hot spurts painting your folds and leaking down onto the counter beneath you. His release drips from your swollen cunt in obscene trails, pooling messily.

“Can’t waste a drop,” he huffs, gaze locked on the mess. Then he grabs your bunched-up shorts and tugs them back up over your thighs, sealing it in. “Keep it in, noona.” Then a slow, filthy pat between your legs. “Want you to feel me on you.”

You look at him—glassy-eyed, ruined. “You’re sick.”

Before he can respond, Thanos’ voice drifts in from the hallway. “Yo, Namsu! You good in there?”

Namgyu’s cock twitches against your thigh as he leans in, teeth nipping at your earlobe.

“Go on, pretty. Answer him for me.”

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A New Start

This is Part 1 of my Nam-Gyu series! There’s no smut here, but there definitely will be in the next part which i’ll write right after I upload this!

Relationship: Nam-Gyu/F!Reader

Characters: Nam-Gyu, Choi Su-Bong (Thanos), Kang Mi-Na

Tags: Drug usage, peer pressure, slight sexual talk, club setting

Summary: You start your new job at the club Pentagon and meet Nam-Gyu, who may encourage you to be a little more outgoing than you thought..

No, I didn’t proofread..

Your phone rang loudly, echoing throughout the dimness of your apartment’s bedroom. You groggily awake, hair stuck to the side of your face from the drool of your deep slumber. You struggle to grab your phone, your skinny, long fingers reaching out to grab it. You lazily go to grab it from your nightstand, but you knocked it off instead. You groan loudly as you now stretch your torso from your bed, reaching with all your might to grab it as it’s still ringing so obnoxiously. You finally press the green circle, accepting the call as you raise it to your ear, resting your back against the headboard. “Hello, this is she..” You answer before a man’s voice on the other side of the phone speaks back to you.

You were confused as to why a man was speaking, until he formed his words together and everything came together like a string cinching. “Hello, this is one of the owner’s of Club Pentagon calling to inform you of your interview in one hour for the drink runner position. You’re still available to show up for that, correct?” The deep, husky voice spoke. Your eyes widened. That was today?? How could you be so foolish, letting such an important interview slip from you. Sure, it was just a drink runner, but this could get you higher up in the club in the future. You realized you had zoned out. “Hello..? Miss?” the voice practically slapped you back into reality before you stumbled over your words. “I- um- ye- YES! Sorry-” you clap your hand over your face as if he could see you. You clear your throat. “Yes, I will be there for my interview.” you kindly spoke. “Alright, we will see you then. Please dress like our drink runners for us to get a better visualization to see if you’re fit for the position.” The male voice said before hanging up.

You were confused, but you figured it would make sense anyway.. You weren’t in the position to put out any lip about this job. You already lived in a small apartment and lived off of convenience store food. Hopefully this at least let you eat a little more lavishly. It was currently summer, so bright colors were popular in Korea currently. Perfect. The drink runners at club pentagon were commonly girls who wore a flashy uniform consisting of a cropped tank top with the club logo and a sparkly skirt with heels. Essentially, you would just be there to look pretty and deliver drinks to club members. You opened your closet, grabbing a purple shimmery mini skirt and a white halter top from your closet, pairing it with a pair of white strappy heels. After you fixed your hair and makeup, it was out you go. You sweetly waved goodbye to your cat, periwinkle.

You made your way out onto the sidewalk, deciding to just walk the 2 blocks away the club was. You lived close, it was convenient. This opportunity was far too good to turn away. Sooner than later, you were rounding the corner to the club, thinking it was unusual there was no line outside of the club. You remembered it was out of club hours before sucking in a breath nervously as you knocked on the doors. A taller man with jaw-line length hair and almond shaped black eyes pushed the door open, his eyes freezing on you for a second before he spoke. “Ah- we’re closed, ma’am.” He said promptly. You spoke before he could close the door “I’m here for an interview, actually.” You spoke as a look of realization washed down his face as he laughed to himself. “Right, right.. Follow me, i’ll be doing your interview.” He spoke as he held the door for you to follow him, and you did. The club lights were on, you’ve never seen it like this.. Empty, no music, no neon flashing lights. Huh. odd. But, it was day afterall.

The man held a door open, into one of the VIP rooms. It was nicely furnished, a leather couch, a table in the center of the couch with drink holders. A TV for karaoke or movies, even what looked to be a place for drugs.. Huh. The man motioned for you to sit on the couch, and you obeyed. You sat down, the cold leather against your ass since your skirt barely left anything to the imagination. He sat beside you as you awkwardly waited for him to begin. After a minute, he cleared his throat. “I’m Nam-Gyu, a promoter here at club pentagon. I’m just gonna ask you a couple questions, y’know, that kinda bullshit.” He said with a laugh before he noticed he got a small laugh from you. He then thought for a second. “You wanna be a drink runner? You know how ta’ carry a tray without spillin’ it all over yourself?” He asked sarcastically, which you didn’t pick up on. You slowly nodded slightly. He stared at you for a second before a laugh shoved its way out of his system and your cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, did I answer your question wrong?” you asked, confused as you tilted your head. Nam-Gyu slammed his fist on the table in laughter, which startled you before he regained composure. “No, no you didn’t. It’s just the fact you’re takin’ the position of DRINK RUNNER so serious!” He exclaimed as if this were crazy.

You stared at him with your brows knitted together before you spoke. “I thought job interviews were serious.. No matter what you’ve applied fo-” you got out before Nam-Gyu cut you off. He shook his head as he hushed you. “Look, angel face, you get paid to bring club goers their drinks while wearing a skimpy ass outfit. The only reason I brought you in for this interview was to make sure you were attractive enough for this position, which you clearly are.” He said as he looked you up and down with a bit of a smirk. You sighed in relief. “So do I have the job?” you asked, oh so innocently. It turned Nam-Gyu on a bit more than he’d like to admit. Was he only hiring you for your innocence and pretty looks? Sure! But you needed this job. Nam-Gyu nodded as he stood up. “You do in fact have the job. Thought that was obvious..” he muttered that last part and before you had a chance to bark back he kept speaking “Follow me and we’ll figure out what uniform fits you best.” He said with a wink. Wow, was he being a perv towards you?? And did you like it?? Good grief. You swallowed your pride as you got up to follow him. He brought you to a room in the back, behind the bar as he opened the door to reveal the dressing room for the drink runners. You looked at him, confused. “The drink runners have their own dressing room here so they don’t have to go in public dressed so revealing.” He said with a shrug as he sat on one of the stools and shoved a box of uniforms toward you. “Pick your size.”

You looked down at the box as you crouched down to dig through it, your hands getting covered in glitter from the skirts. You picked up a size medium in the silver skirt and a white cropped tube top with the club logo displayed on the front. You smiled at it as you now finally had a job. You turned to look back at Nam-Gyu, your long hair falling over your shoulder. “This one will do!” You said with a smile as you stood back up and grabbed your tote bag from the ground. Nam-Gyu nodded in approval. “Looks like it’ll fit.. We open in an hour or two, so if you’d like to stay here that would be fine since your hair and makeup is done appropriately.” You thought for a second on if you wanted to head home for a bit or stay here and prep.. You decided to stay so you could get a better mental map of the club. “I think i’ll stay here just to get a better feel of the club.” You responded with a slight smile as Nam-Gyu nodded. “Alright, go ahead and get changed then meet me by the bar and i’ll train you a bit.” he said, smirking and looking you up and down before he walked back out.

After you had changed into your unforgivingly short skirt and white tube top with your strappy heels, you touched up your hair and makeup with what was in the drink runner’s room before you walked back out to see Nam-Gyu spraying down the bar’s counter. He cleared his throat as he saw you, nearly choking on air. “You’ll definitely be getting good tips tonight..!” He said with a dry voice. You laughed as you were flattered. You went and stood beside him, hand on the counter as he grimaced slightly since he had just cleaned it. “So, what’s this training i’ll be doing?” you asked. He put the cleaner away before looking at you and smirking and pulling out a baggie of pills. You stared at him, confused. “You take one of these bad boys n’ serve drinks to the lovely paying customers.” He said as he put one in his mouth, then offering one to you. You hesitantly took it from his hands. “What will this do?” You asked before he scoffed. “What? These shifts can get fuckin’ stressful, you’ll see soon. Just take it. Won’t kill ya.” He said judgmentally, as if you were some prude. You sighed and decided to take a risk for once in your life. You reminded yourself how badly you needed to keep this job. You took the pill, tossing your head back to swallow it. Nam-Gyu watched you in some sick admiration as he slowly smiled. “Atta girl. Thanos is gonna be here tonight, so if you serve him, you better put on your best fuckin’ act for him. He pays this club good.. Brings in some good fuckin’ drugs too.” Nam-Gyu said as he cocked his head back to the baggie he pulled those pills from.

. . .

You were deep into your shift currently, it was 4 AM and you got off at 6 AM. You had been working since 10 PM. Nam-Gyu was right, this shit was stressful. The purple lights of the club flashed over head, making things look neon until the lights changed to a different color. Music boomed loudly over the speakers, you swore these songs would be engraved into your brain. The other drink runners stopped to greet you every now and then before running to deliver another round of shots. You were currently weaving between club goers, drink tray high in the air. You swayed your hips as you delivered them to the table, winking at the two men who ordered them. “Are you sure you two are old enough to drink?! You don’t look a day over 19!” You flirted with the two obviously older men. They laughed, and tipped you nicely. You shoved the money in your shirt before turning to go see what else you could do.

That’s when you stopped in your tracks as you watched Nam-Gyu with 2 of the club’s dancers all up on him. You scoffed as one of your fellow drink runners, Kang Mi-Na, stood by you and noticed your disbelief. “Anything anyone says to you is just for show. Especially him of all people.” She laughed before wiping white powder from under her nose and strutting away. You rolled your eyes as you figured it was just the drugs messing with her. Maybe you needed to do a line too. To get through these next 2 hours of your shift. Right as you went to walk away, Nam-Gyu yelled your name. “Hey! Y/N! Come over here! Take your break!!” he called out. Of course, you listened. You hurried over to the round booth he was sitting in with a few dancers, Thanos, and one of the other promoters. “Thanos brought some good shit. Get a line of this shit!” He said, shoving the card they used to cut lines and the baggie. You looked at it, intimidated. Thanos’ laughter rang out before he pat Nam-Gyu on the back harshly. “Thought you said the new girl would wanna do this shit!” Nam-Gyu looked at you with a demanding look in his eyes. “Yeah, she will do it.. She just needs a lil push.” He said, grinning before scooting to be beside you as he wrapped his arm around you waist, fingers digging into your side as he whispered into your ear. “Take the fuckin’ line and be a good girl f’me. Kay?” He said before he pulled away, leaning back. You nodded before getting on your knees in front of the table, rolling the dollar up then cutting your lines. You glanced back at Nam-Gyu, who was watching you with a grin. Like it was a show. You really weren’t doing this against your will.. Your shift was lowkey stressing you. You shut your eyes before sniffing the line quickly. Your nostril burned. It burned like hell as your eyes watered. You sat back beside nam-gyu, holding your nose as you rocked back and forth. He pulled you into his lap, in his high state. “Poor girl.. That was your second drug today, huh? Look at you, all your innocence is gonna be gone before you know it!” He exclaimed with a laugh.

He was definitely right. You wanted to be more outgoing.. And he encouraged it a bit too much maybe. Two hours went by, sitting in the round booth with Nam-Gyu and Thanos. Your shift ended early since you received your tip goal for the night. You eventually perked up from the fat line they pressured you to do. You ended up doing a few more that night, Nam-Gyu patting you roughly on the back each time. Soon, though, the night had to come to an end as 6 AM hit. Thanos was gone, and so were all the club goers. Clean up time was over.

You stood in the dressing room once more, changing back into what you arrived in, which wasn’t much different than your uniform. You noticed your makeup smudged and your hair a hot mess. You groaned, your body hurting from all the walking in those heels and whatever the hell you did during your cocaine high. You trudged out from the dressing room with your bag lazily slung over your shoulder as you collected your tips and clocked out. “Hey! You handled that shift like a fuckin’ champ tonight! You’ll fit right in just fine at the pentagon.” Nam-Gyu called out to you. You gave him a weak smile as you nodded. “I’m headed home.. Not used to being up this late.. Or early.. Whatever.” You spoke tiredly as you pushed the door to the club open, the sun just beginning to rise. You inhaled the nice, fresh air into your nostrils. It was a nice change from the thick atmosphere of the club. You began your walk home, thinking how nice a nap would feel. Nam-Gyu locked the club doors as he was leaving before he ran to catch up with you.

You gave him an odd look, raising an eyebrow. “May I help you? Gonna make me do another line?” you asked, sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. Nam-Gyu, however, found that hilarious. He laughed hard. “You gotta get used to that shit.. My apartment is this way. Not trying to follow you.. But if you would like, you could come over for a few hours and i’ll make kimchi jjigae with bulgogi and rice on the side.. I’ve been told i’m a good cook.” He offered, but since he was a higher up than you, and older than you, you kinda had to accept. You sighed softly before agreeing. “Alright.. Just for a few hours though. My cat is probably getting very lonely without me.” You said with a small laugh, remembering how you hadn’t had a job for a few months now. Nam-Gyu knew you couldn’t decline his offer since after all, he was higher up than you. It pleased him to know you didn’t try to fight against his offer. It’s not like he would’ve taken no for an answer.

Nam-Gyu was attracted to your angelic, cherub like face and your innocent demeanor he seemed to be ripping from you ever so slightly. Did he want a relationship with you? No. He purely just wanted to strip you of your pure little thoughts and turn you into someone like himself, whereas you thought he just wanted a friendship. Nam-Gyu watched you walking beside him, a glint in his eye like he had an idea. You carried yourself nicely, like any sweetheart would. Your hair was shiny and full, even after all the hairspray breaks you had taken during your shift. Nam-Gyu truly thought you were as pure as an angel. The way you looked over at him while you spoke, gazing through your thick, long eyelashes. It drove him crazy! Soon enough, you two arrived at his apartment… which happened to be one floor below yours. Great. You thought Nam-Gyu was nice.. But you felt a layer of suspicion to him as well. You watched his ringed fingers jumble with his keys as he inserted the house key into his lock, twisting and opening the door.

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Hi loves! I wanted to share that i’m currently working on a Nam-Gyu series! Pre-Games, because writing it inside of the games can get old. What are some little things you may want me to incorperate? :) It’s Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

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“Isn’t it past your curfew?” (Salesman x reader)

Summary: What happens when you run into your father’s dark suited friend after dark? You get in trouble of course.

Contains: [deep breath]-> snacks and drinks because this one is LONGER, drinking, clubbing, panicking, choking, mouth spitting, everything IS consensual but it’s rough so, rough sex, spanking, kissing, pussy spanking, dacriphyllia, multiple orgasms, squirting, you suffer from ptw, that’s pvssy too wet, seriously, dom/sub dynamics, he’s still gross and fucked up, possessiveness, degradation, praise, he’s still mean :(((, manhandling, thigh riding, kinda in public for the first half, car sex, hair pulling, squirting, unprotected sex, one all expenses paid trip to poundtown, and cursing. There’s so much I probably forgot something but y’all get the gist.

A/N- enjoy the official second installment of the dad’sfriend au! ;)

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The second time you and your father’s new friend meet, it’s not at all in the setting you thought it’d be.

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can I request a thanos x reader angst where the reader almost dies in mingle when she gets pushed out by another player, and Thanos thinks she’s dead but finds her after? (dating please!)

i’m sooo sorry, I didn’t see the dating part until after I wrote this and if I rewrite it just won’t be enjoyable.. but it’s kinda romantic???

I’ll run away with you.

Relationship: Thanos/F!Reader

Tags: Implied death, blood, drug usage, they r lowkey crushing on eachother hehe, they knew eachother before squid games.

No, I didn’t spell check this,,,

You and Thanos had gone into these games together, not knowingly though. Actually, you were familiar with him and Nam-Gyu. You worked in the club that Nam-Gyu promoted and Thanos frequently visited. You were just a simple drink runner, though. Just looking for tips. That’s how you met Thanos, becoming good friends after awhile. You had hung at his place after hours many times, and maybe things got a little more touchy than friends would typically get.. But you never spoke about it afterwards. Just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. But the average person knew friends didn’t look at each other the way he looked at you when you weren’t paying attention. To your surprise, the club guests stopped tipping you when they noticed you being around Thanos too much.. It’s not like he could help you either, he was suffering his own debt as you fell into yours.

That’s how you ended up here, 5 minutes until the next game would start and you swallowed dryly, sitting on the edge of your bunk. Your back warm with anxiety. Thanos came, sitting by you as he was obviously drugged up. He grinned wide as an open palmed hand patted your back a little harder than intended. You gasped softly as the feeling caught your breath and knocked you out of your anxious trance. You looked over at him, facial expression softening slightly as your panic left just by a little. “We got this shit, man! We fuckin’ dominated in Red light, Green light AND Penta! Maybe more of these no brained losers will get wiped out this round and we’ll get our money. Get the fuck outta here, y’know?” He asked, being too enthusiastic. Too harsh. You brushed his hand off your back, shaking you head at him in annoyance. “I’m not even worried about money anymore.. I’m concerned for my life and yours.. You should be too. I’m sick of washing blood splatter off my face.” You said harshly as you glared at him. He rolled his eyes and laughed. “Whatever, I know deep down you’re just as harsh and Nam-Gyu and I.” He slurred slightly as he fidgeted with his necklace. Your eyes locked on it. “You’re only like this cause you’re fuckin’ high, Su-Bong.” You mentioned.

. . .

Sooner than later, you were ushered into a large room with the other players, like animals. Like sheep being pushed into the open to be devoured by wolves. You and Thanos stood alongside each other. You slowly looked over at him, only recognizing him as the high junkie you met at the club. You squeezed your eyes shut for a second as a twisting feeling arose in your chest. Your throat burned. You were scared.. So scared. And Thanos and Nam-Gyu were fucking high. They probably didn’t even know the gravity of the situation. The yellow platform you all stood on began to spin, playing a childhood nursery rhyme as it did so. Your breath picked up, breathing heavy as you prepared for the platform to stop.

“dung-geulge dung-geulge, dung-geulge dung-geulge, bing-geulbing-geul dol-agamyeo chum-eul chubsida, sonppyeog-eul chimyeonseo, nolaeleul buleumyeo, lallalalla jeulgeoubge chumchuja.” The nursery rhyme rang throughout the room. The song stopped. The platform stopped. You looked around frantically as the voice came over the room. “Six players!” The Ai voice chimed happily. It angered you. You looked at Nam-Gyu and Thanos with pleading eyes. Thanos grabbed your arm and pulled you with him, frantically looking around. You spotted Se-Mi and Min-Su, along with Gyeong-Su. You pointed at them. “THEM!!” You managed to get out of your throat in fear. Thanos yelled at them. “GET THE FUCK OVER HERE IF YOU WANNA LIVE!!!” He yelled as they noticed and trailed behind the group. Once you all made it in the room, Thanos looked down at you, clutching his bicep in fear as the gunshots sounded. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you twitched with each gunshot. His eyes softened slightly at your fear. The others weren’t paying attention to you two. “It’ll be okay. Hey, we’re gonna get out of here after this game.. I promise. Everything will be normal, we’ll go to the club.. Get drinks.. Do karaoke.. Just stay strong. Promise me you’ll stay alive?” He asked, seeming as if your fear sobered him just enough to feel empathy for you. You opened your eyes slowly, nodding. “I’ll live. Only if you live.” You said with a small grin as he plastered on a big smile. You held up your pinkie. He twisted his with yours. You were intertwined. You looked in his eyes for a moment, him staring back at yours. Like it was the last time you could see him. You knew he had a good soul.

The doors unlocked as you both snapped out of it, making your way back to the platform.

. . .

This was the last and final round now.. Your group had lost Gyeong-Su at this point. It was all too real.. But you just needed to survive this last round. One more round, and you would all vote X.

One more round, you would all be out.

One more round, you’d all be safe

One more round, you’d be laughing with Thanos again.

Just one

Round…

You were zoned out as the platform spun. Three players. Thanos and Nam-Gyu, assuming you were with them. Se-Mi and Min-Su took off to find someone as you were left. Fuck. You took off to find a different group, looking around frantically. You saw an open group, gasping as you began to run towards the door. Someone shoved you tp the floor as they sprinted past you and into the room, shutting the door. You were left on the floor, panicked. You were going to die. Thanos noticed you missing. “Where… Where the fuck is she?! Did she not follow us?? He said frantically as it then settled that there was only two of them.. He spotted you across the room before someone ran in him and Nam-Gyu’s room, shutting the door. Thanos tried to shove them out but Nam-Gyu grabbed him, shaking his head as the door locked. “It’s too late. Doors are locked. Shes gone.. I’m sorry man.” Thanos got out of his grasp as he saw a body identical to yours on the floor as the guards aimed the gun at the head. “DON’T SHOOT!! TAKE ME INSTEAD!” He yelled out of the small slot in the door, now completely sobered up. You had been pulled into a room with people last minute.. But he didn’t know that. He watched as the woman he thought was you got shot in the head, her blood splattering all the way to his door. He clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his palms as he turned to the random that came into the room. “This is YOUR FUCKING FAULT.” He yelled at them, ready to strangle them as Nam-Gyu grabbed him. Thanos yelled out “I didn’t even get to fucking tell her!” Nam-Gyu looked at him oddly, letting go. Thanos’ breath shook as he looked at his shoes, slumping down with his back against the wall, head in his hands. “I was gonna tell her when we fuckin’ got out of here.. She’s the reason I came to these games.. Was gonna fix my debt.. Start a life with her. She made me want to continue to live. Now shes FUCKING GONE because of YOU.” He said harshly as he looked at the random player, who looked incredibly guilty. Thanos’ eyes were red, not from drugs, from stress and emotion.

The door unlocked, finally. Nam-Gyu helped Thanos up as his cheeks were stained with very few tears. He would wait until tonight to let it out. He chest burned with guilt. Why hadn’t he made sure you were behind them. This was his fault. He watched you get shot, and it was all his fault. Everyone walked back into the main room as he saw your head in the crowd. His face lit up for a second. “No.. that can’t be her.” He muttered before you came running to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly as you buried your face in his chest. He looked down at you before pulling you back. “Is that really you? You didn’t die..? But.. I saw you get shot-” he rambled before you cut him off by pressing your lips to his, not very softly before you pulled back and held his face in your hands, making him lean down and pressing your forehead to his. “I’m not dead. I promise. But please.. Vote X.. get out of here.. With me. Please.” You said, shakily as he nodded. He was caught off guard by your lips on his earlier.

Voting commenced as he looked over at you with confidence in his eyes. “I’ll run away with you. Start over.” He said as you gave him a soft smile with a nod.

Let’s hope voting works in your favor.

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