𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: after becoming rich and surviving the torture and horrors of the 37th annual squid games, reader and daeho build a gentle, love-filled life together. it is one shaped by healing, parenthood, and the quiet promise to never take peace for granted. through early mornings, laughter-filled birthdays, and soft couch evenings with their daughters kang seo-ah, kang by-eol and son kang ji-ho... they prove that even after deep trauma, joy can still grow.
based in 2029, years after the 37th annual squid games!
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warnings: MDNI!! NSFW!! pure smut. smut with no plot. oral (r receiving). softdom!daeho. filthy, just pure FILTHY words coming out of dae-ho's mouth. he talks you through it. vulgar. unprotected p in v. breeding kink from both parties.
“dae-ho please.” you plead as dae-ho pulls down your panties.
the rest of your clothes were already on the hardwood floor.
“please what?” dae-ho’s eyes were darker as smiled down and kissed your inner thighs. you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding up onto his thigh as you felt yourself clench onto nothing..
“please fuck me.” you said and daeho started taking off his clothes.
the marine’s black shirt, then his black joggers, then his black boxers
you were hypnotized by daeho’s biceps, crossing your legs but moving your legs up to where you were displaying the waterfall inbetween your legs. daeho gripped his length as he stared.
“you’re so pretty. that pussy is so pretty.” daeho’s muscular frame leaned over to kiss your temple. he moved back in front of you and uncrossed your legs, seeing the most beautiful sight that he cannot get enough of.
“who’s pussy?” daeho whispered to you.
you bit your chapped lip as you took your right hand, caressing his facial cheek with your thumb as you spread your legs further from the center.
“yours, daeho.”
“good girl.”
the ex-marine spread your legs and started to kiss down your moisturized inner thighs, going closer and closer to where you want him to be.
daeho gave a few pecks before diving right in. you released the loudest moan as he kitten-licked your entire vagina before going lower to flick at your soft and swollen clit. your hands grabbed his long black hair as he held one hand on your soft waist and another massaging your inner left thigh.
“yea– fuck! oh myyy god” you called out as daeho’s warm tongue broke through your core, diving right into your walls as he pulled at the top of your privates, exposing your sensitive bud from its hood so he can work his thumb on it .
you know daeho is enjoying this as well due to his moans and sounds that cause vibrations on your vagina. after a couple of seconds, daeho humped himself against the bed.. giving his big cock a bit of friction. he pulled his head back and first saw your swollen bud, he smirked before he blowed onto it causing you to move her entire body to the right.
“no no, don’t move.” daeho held your entire body to stay in place before looking back to see your soaked vagina ready for him.
“please fuck me.” you say again as daeho pushed himself up. your mouth stared watering at the sight of his dick, ready for him to reorganize your insides.
“how badly do you want me?” daeho places your legs on his shoulders before bending down to kiss you. you look down and moan at your boyfriend moving his tip along your soaked folds, you lightly squealed when it makes contact with your clit.
“i want you so bad, i need your dick!” you moaned against his mouth.
“that’s good to know, my sweetheart.”
no matter how many times daeho entered you, your walls always need to adjust to his size.
“you’re doing so good, mama, just breathe.” daeho lets you adjust and held both sides of your head. you take a few breaths as daeho nibbles along your earlobe.
“breathe in.” daeho stared into your loving eyes as you took a huge breath in, “breathe out.”
“this is all mine.” the ex-marine mumbles to himself, admiring his length fully buried inside of your soaked walls.
“fuck!” you cussed, pushing yourself to move against his length. daeho adjusted his body and started to pull in and out of you slowly, causing the two lovers to moan loudly.
the man wanted to take his time with you, always. the same reason your man always hated quickies, he needs to process all of the sensations he has when his cock is buried deep in your pussy.
“harder.” you moaned out and daeho, being the good boy he is, listened to your request.
this as the best feeling in the world, to the both of you.
for daeho, it's seeing the love of his life under him as she looks down at his dick rearranging her insides with her glassy eyes and swollen lips. for you, its seeing daeho’s jaw clench while he admires that features of your face, making sure that he does not let go and cum too early because of how good your vagina feels.
“gosh you’re fucking soaked.” daeho whimpered while leaning his head down, giving you a prominent hickey below your inner jawline. you felt yourself clutch around his dick due to his whimpering.
a new discovered kink… you thought. sometimes daeho doesn’t whimper and prefers groaning.
“its like i am deep inside a pool full of water, gosh i need to cum inside of this pussy.”
daeho starts babbling.
“daeho..” you moaned, a little too loud.
“do you want me to cum inside?”
your man asks for consent.
“cum inside.”
you kiss along his jaw as you feel his fat cock twitch deep inside your walls.
the both of you moaned as your insides pulsed around his dick, “fuck fuck fuck i’m gonna-“ you moaned before you finally released all over daeho.
“shi-shit I’m almost done, just gotta make sure every last drop gets in there..” daeho fucked into your hold more as he felt himself coming.
“fuck!” you felt daeho release inside, painting your walls white.
earlier, you checked your period tracker app and saw that today is your ovulation day.
yet somehow, you forgot about it.
so, no wonder why your pregnancy test came back positive eight weeks later.
who wouldn't put their cute boyfriend as their lockscreen?
warnings: mentions of drug addiction. angst into fluff
this was requested <3
loving namgyu is never hard.
it was the easiest thing in the world, really.
what was hard was watching him destroy himself, knowing that no matter how much you loved him, no matter how much you wanted to save him, he had to want to save himself first.
those first months together were some of the hardest of your life.
namgyu was drowning in his addiction, and you were barely keeping your head above water trying to pull him out.
you spent too many nights waiting up for him, only for him to stumble through the door smelling like alcohol and smoke, eyes red and unfocused.
there were arguments, slamming doors, nights where he passed out before you could even say goodnight.
still, you stayed, because you loved him.
because you saw the man he could be, even when he couldn't.
love alone wasn't enough to fix him.
eventually, after one too many broken promises, one too many nights spent crying yourself to sleep,
you made the hardest decision of your life...you walked away.
not because you stopped loving him, but because you loved him too much to watch him keep destroying himself.
it was during that time apart that namgyu finally decided to change.
he checked himself into rehab, cut off the people who enabled him, and found a new job...one that didn’t have drugs and alcohol in every corner, one that didn’t drag him back into temptation every night.
you didn’t know all of this at the time.
all you knew was that, after months of silence, he showed up at your door sober, steady, and more sure of himself than you had ever seen him.
he told you he was clean. that he had been for months.
most of all, that he still loved you.
taking him back wasn’t a decision you made lightly.
when you looked into his eyes, really looked, you saw the man you had always believed he could be.
that was all you ever wanted.
now, three years into your relationship, things were different.
they were better.
namgyu still had his moments of doubt, but he had grown so much.
he smiled more now, genuine and unburdened.
he let you love him without questioning why you did.
he loved you in return in a way that left no room for doubt.
the two of you never minded using each other’s phones. there were no secrets, no reason to hide anything.
so when namgyu needed to check something online and his phone was charging in the bedroom, he didn’t think twice about picking yours up from the coffee table and unlocking it.
what he didn’t expect was to see a picture of himself staring back at him.
it wasn’t a picture he had taken or one he even remembered being taken.
as he looked at it, his breath caught in his throat.
it was from when you both visited your family in your home country over a year and a half ago.
the golden hour sun cast a warm glow over his face, softening the sharp lines of his jaw.
his black hair, always brushed, looked almost blue under the sunlight.
he looked… healthy.
he remembered that trip well.
it had been just three months into his sobriety.
he had been shaky then, still learning how to exist without numbing himself with substances, still wondering if he even deserved to be happy.
he hadn’t realized you had captured him like this...at a moment when he was still struggling, still doubting himself.
yet, somehow, in this photo, he looked at peace.
he stared at it for a long time, fingers hovering over the screen as a strange feeling swelled in his chest.
“when did you set this as your lock screen?”
his voice came out quieter than he expected, almost hesitant.
you had just stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body, damp hair dripping onto your shoulders.
at the sound of his voice, you glanced up, eyes flicking to your phone in his hands.
when you saw what he was talking about, a soft smile tugged at your lips.
“i’ve had that as my lock screen since the evening it was taken.”
namgyu blinked. he looked down at the picture again, then back at you.
“wait, really? but that was… that was over a year ago.”
you nodded, walking over to him.
“yeah. i never changed it.”
namgyu felt his throat tighten. of all the pictures you could have chosen, you had chosen this one.
a picture from one of the most vulnerable times in his life.
a time when he still wasn’t sure if he was worthy of a second chance, of happiness, of you.
yet, you had seen something in him then that he hadn’t seen in himself.
setting your phone aside, he reached for you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck.
you smelled like shampoo and warmth and everything safe in the world.
“you’re a great photographer,”
he mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin.
you let out a soft laugh, running your fingers through his hair.
“and you’re a good model.”
he huffed out a small chuckle, shaking his head.
“nah. you just make me look good.”
“you make yourself look good,”
you murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.
“you always have.”
namgyu tightened his hold on you, his heart full in a way it hadn’t been in a long time.
he had spent so much of his life convinced that he wasn’t enough.
that no one would ever look at him and see something worth loving.
your missing boyfriend reappears after ten days, suddenly becoming a millionaire
you went to work, a busy cafe, just like any other normal day
the 14:00-22:00 shifts are the ones you hate the most. the type of shift where you feel like there is no business, validating your reasoning as to why you shouldn't be here.
however, when you remember the amount of expenses you have to pay for. rent, groceries, cleaniness, hygiene, etc... you suddenly have a good work ethic.
before you left for your shift, you kissed your boyfriend dae-ho goodbye.
it was normal for you, except you did not notice the tense pulling on his eyebrow and his clenched jaw. you did not notice the debate shown on his face.
when you got home, around midnight due to public transport chaos, throwing your cafe apron by the washer for later.. you called out for dae ho.
the apartment was quiet.. too quiet. as if you lived alone.
"baby?"
"dae?"
"honey, are you home?"
when you checked your bedroom to see that he was gone, you assumed that he visited one of his sisters outside of the city while you worked. fine, at least he could have told you.
the sleep you had was normal, yet cold, due to the absence of dae-ho.
you woke up, feeling at ease until you reach over, your hand hitting the cold soft sheets instead of the body of your lover.
hours turn into a day, and you're broken.
you can’t stop replaying your last conversation with dae ho before you left for work, over and over, trying to find clues about why he left.
the tired body of yours can barely function at work, forgetting orders, zoning out, and apologizing when your boss points it out. your coworkers look worried, but you wave it off, saying you’re just stressed.
sleep is a distant memory. you lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, imagining him walking back through the door like nothing happened.
each day goes by, and when you’re home, you sit on the couch or the floor, staring at the tv, not even watching what’s on.
your mind is stuck on dae-ho..where he is, if he’s okay, or if he really just left you behind.
some nights, you stand by the window, hoping to see him walking back into your life. you tell yourself it’s pointless, but you can’t help it.
you try calling his friends, even people you barely know, asking if anyone has seen him. no one has any answers, and a few of them suggest maybe he left you on purpose. it breaks something in you every time you hear it.
not your dae-ho, he would have told you if there was a problem in your relationship.
sometimes you sit in his favorite chair, holding onto one of his hoodies, and crying silently.
its day 10.. when you get home from your late shift two weeks later, it’s the same routine.
you drop onto the floor in your apron, zoning out in front of the glowing tv.
just an hour after your deadly routine, you hear the sound of your door clicking.
your heart stops, and for a moment, your eyes snap towards the door, you think you’re imagining it.
then you see him... your dae ho.
he looks older, more worn, like the world has weighed him down in the ten days he’s been gone.
your stomach twists when he steps closer, his eyes meeting yours, and you instinctively back away.
“you’re alive?”
you watch as he flinches, his hand pausing mid-reach.
“i can explain,”
he says, his voice desperate, and you motion for him to go on.
dae ho pulls a thick wad of cash from his jogger pocket, placing it in your hands. you feel the weight of it, flipping through the stack with trembling fingers.
“how much is this? where did you get it?” your voice cracks, and your chest tightens as he hesitates.
“it’s 25 million won,” he says, and you gasp, the money slipping from your hands onto the floor.
“where did you get this kind of money? is this… blood money?”
he pauses, his expression guilty but honest.
“kind of,” he admits.
"I earned it though from playing games.. I did not hurt anyone I swear!"
“games? what do you mean?”
deep down, you know dae ho never lies. why would he start now?
he promises to explain everything, but he says, “not tonight. i’ll tell you everything, i swear. but tomorrow, when the sun comes up, i’ll pay off my debt. i’ll pay off yours. we’ll leave this place, and i’ll give you the life you deserve..."
he takes you to the atm up the street. when the screen shows 15,199,998,733 won, your knees almost give out.
he holds onto your arm, steadying you as your heart pounds.
“it’s real,” he says softly. “and it’s ours.”
"me along with four other people won the game. their names are gi hun, hyun ju, myung-gi, and jun-hee. I'll introduce you to them next week. gi hun says if we ever need anything then we can call him at anytime.
you trust him because you always have, that does not stop the unease that settles in your stomach.
you ask him again about the games.
again, “not tonight.”
as you both walk back to the apartment, the weight of the money in your life is overwhelming. you hold onto him tightly, glad he’s back, but the mystery of what he went through lingers.
even as you fall asleep beside him that night, you can’t stop thinking about the games he mentioned. they’ll haunt you, just like the ten days he was gone.
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husband!babyfather!kang dae-ho x f!wife!mom!reader
in a world where you did get to have your family, unlike what happened here
warnings: mentions of normal post-pregnancy stuff like breastmilk pumping. postpartum depression. dae-ho being ALIVE in this one and being the best husband to you and father to your babies <3
heavily requested in my inbox after what I posted yesterday LMAO
the weight of it all is suffocating.
you sit on the couch, your body sinking into the cushions as exhaustion drapes over you like a heavy, unshakable blanket.
in your arms, tiny and delicate, byeol drinks from her bottle, her little fingers curling and uncurling against your chest, her slow, steady suckling the only sound anchoring you in the moment.
the babies tiny body is warm against you, her breaths soft, her features too much like dae-ho’s that it makes your heart ache.
normally, you would be lost in adoration, in awe of this little life you brought into the world. you would trace her perfect cheeks with your fingers, marvel at the way her lashes flutter as she drinks, kiss the soft long hair she inherited from her father.
today, you are simply trying to hold yourself together.
your body is sore, aching from the endless cycle of feeding, pumping, and barely sleeping. your mind feels foggy, tangled with thoughts you don’t want to have, emotions you don’t want to feel.
you love your daughters, you love dae-ho, you love your family. you would never trade this for anything.
however, the love isn’t enough to make the heaviness go away.
across the room, seo-ah plays on the floor, a bright burst of energy that fills every corner of the house. she chatters to her stuffed animals, her high-pitched giggles filling the space, making everything feel alive in a way that you cannot.
“appa! look! teddy is dancing!”
she exclaims, lifting her stuffed bear into the air, twirling it in circles.
dae-ho, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside her, gasps in exaggerated excitement.
“wahhh! so cool, teddy is so talented!”
seo-ah beams at the praise, her eyes crinkling as she twirls again, her joy infectious, her laughter like sunshine.
normally, that sound would lift you.
normally, watching dae-ho be the incredible father that he is would warm your heart, remind you that you are not alone in this, that you have him.
today, it only makes the exhaustion worse.
dae-ho’s gaze flickers toward you, sharp and observant, even as he stays engaged with seo-ah’s game.
he doesn’t miss the tension in your shoulders, the blankness in your eyes, the way your responses are slower, quieter than usual.
he gets up, making his way to you, crouching in front of the couch so that he’s level with you.
“baby,” he murmurs, his voice soft, careful.
“are you okay?”
you manage a small smile.
“yeah, just tired.”
the marine’s warm, calloused hands settle on your knees, thumbs rubbing slow, comforting circles.
“do you want me to take byeol for a bit? you’ve been holding her all day.”
you shake your head, your arms instinctively tightening around byeol’s small frame.
“no, i got it.”
dae-ho doesn’t push. he never does.
he simply nods, but the concern lingers in his eyes.
after twenty minutes, when byeol finishes her bottle, you sigh, shifting in your seat.
“love, can you do their bedtime routine tonight? i feel… gross. i just wanna shower.”
dae-ho’s expression softens instantly, and without hesitation, he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to your temple before carefully lifting mini byeol from your arms.
“of course, baby. take your time, okay?”
he doesn’t say it to make you feel better. he means it.
every time, every single time, he is happy to take care of his girls.
he never complains, never hesitates.
he loves them, loves you.
as he walks away, bouncing byeol gently in his arms, calling for seo-ah in that affectionate tone he always uses, you make your way to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind you.
unfortunately, the moment you step into the shower, the relief you so desperately crave does not come.
the warm water cascades down your skin, but it does nothing to ease the exhaustion weighing down on you.
the pressure is strong, firm against your sore muscles, but you still feel tense, wound so tightly that no amount of heat can unravel you.
you let your head drop forward, resting your forehead against the cool tiles of the shower wall. your arms hang limply at your sides, the steam rising around you in thick waves.
for a moment, you try to breathe…slow, deep, steady. but it doesn’t help. nothing does.
your body doesn’t feel like yours anymore.
your breasts ache, swollen and sore from pumping, tender in a way that makes you wince when the water hits them. your stomach, still soft and a little stretched from carrying byeol, stirs something sharp and cruel inside you, something that whispers that you’ll never look or feel the same again.
honestly, you cannot recall if you felt like this after having seo-ah.
you press your palm against yourself, fingers tracing over the faint marks left behind from your pregnancy, and you don’t know whether you love them or hate them.
a lump forms in your throat as your gaze flickers downward.
your thighs, your waist, the curve of your hips—none of it looks the way it used to.
you know, logically, that your body is healing, that you just brought a life into this world.
sometimes logic doesn’t quiet the thoughts that get at you, that tell you you are different now in a way that you can’t come back from.
you reach for your vanilla body wash, desperate for something familiar, something comforting.
the moment your fingers curl around the bottle, you realize it’s empty.
your breath catches.
it’s stupid.
it’s just body wash. you can use dae-ho’s.
it doesn’t matter.
it does.
your hand trembles slightly as you pick up his bottle instead, the scent of cedarwood and musk filling the space. it smells like him, like the warmth of his embrace, like the shirts you steal from his side of the closet.
you squeeze the soap into your net sponge, rubbing it over your arms, your shoulders, your chest. the wrongness lingers, settling into the hollow of your ribs like an ache that won’t fade.
when will this get easier?
the thought slams into you like a wave, sudden and suffocating.
your chest tightens, and before you can stop it, tears spill over your cheeks, mixing with the water streaming down your face.
you bite down on your lip, trying to keep the sobs at bay, but it’s useless. the emotions hit all at once, hard and overwhelming, crushing under the weight of everything you’ve been holding in.
your shoulders shake as the sobs build, as the exhaustion and frustration and sadness pour out of you in waves you can’t control.
you press a trembling hand to your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds, trying not to let it get too loud and scare seo-ah from her bedroom.
no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you tell yourself to just get over it, to just be strong…you can’t stop.
the walls feel too close. the steam is suffocating. the sound of the water is deafening.
you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping onto the tile as you try to catch your breath, try to pull yourself together, try to remind yourself that you are okay.
you don’t feel okay.
you don’t know when you will again.
your body still aches. your breasts are sore from pumping, tender in a way that makes you wince when the water hits them.
the final straw.
and then—
the door creaks open.
you don’t hear footsteps, don’t hear anything other than your own quiet cries.
then the shower door slides open, and suddenly, there he is.
dae-ho.
your husband.
your breath catches as he takes you in….your trembling frame, the water streaming down your face, the way you try so desperately to wipe away the evidence of your breakdown.
he’s not having any of it.
without a word, he steps forward, his black shirt and joggers instantly soaked as he pulls you into his arms.
“baby,” he breathes against your wet hair, his voice thick with emotion.
“don’t do that. don’t hide from me.”
you break.
your hands clutch at his shirt, your sobs shaking your whole body as he holds you. his large hands cradle the back of your head, his fingers slipping through your soaked hair as he rocks you gently.
“i know it’s hard,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“but i’m right here. i’ll always be right here.”
and you believe him.
he stays with you until the tears slow, until your breathing steadies.
then, gently, he helps you out of the shower, wrapping a towel around you before drying you off with so much tenderness it nearly makes you cry all over again.
you don’t lift a finger.
he stands behind you, brushing through your damp hair before braiding it, his fingers moving with practiced ease thanks to his older sisters.
he massages your vanilla body butter into your skin, his touch warm, comforting. when he helps you into your nightgown, his fingers linger at your waist, his gaze full of something so raw, so real, that it makes your breath hitch.
in bed, he helps you pump, his hands resting on your thighs, his presence a grounding force.
finally, when you’re settled against him, you whisper,
“did they go to sleep easily?”
dae-ho hums.
“byeol was easy, but seo-ah went on a five-minute rant about oreo ice cream before tiring herself out.”
you giggle softly, your heart swelling.
“she really loves that ice cream.”
you don’t speak again until the question that has been weighing on you slips past your lips.
“dae…will i feel beautiful again?”
dae-ho’s response is immediate.
he pulls you close, pressing kiss after kiss to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips.
“you are beautiful now,” he murmurs against your skin.
“you’ve always been beautiful. you gave us the most perfect babies. and i promise, baby, you’ll feel normal again. until then, i’ll be here. every step of the way.”
and in his arms, in his warmth, you believe him.
you will be okay, even if postpartum depression keeps trying to consume you.
you give him your body in exchange for saving your life
warnings: nsfw!!!! smut!!! 18+!!! minors do not interact. smut with plot, unprotected p in v, dry humping, orał (kdh & reader receiving), breeding kink, cumeating(?), switch!dae-ho, switch!reader, tons of praise. mentions of death, post-squid game au
you spend the three days after being released in a daze, unsure if dae-ho would remember your address or if he even made it out alive.
of course he did make it out alive.. you two were the only survivors!!!
if it weren't for him deciding to split the money with you.. you'd be dead in a grave or cremated.
anyways..
you replay your last conversation over and over, clinging to the memory of his voice as you told him where to find you.
part of you hopes he’ll show up, while another part doesn’t know if you’ll ever see him again.
your apartment feels too quiet since coming back from witnessing over 400+ deaths in the last week..
the silence presses down on you like a heavy weight, the memories of the games suffocating you in the stillness.
you catch yourself glancing at the door constantly, your heart jumping at the faintest sound outside. every knock you imagine feels like a cruel trick.
two days go by and it’s just before sunset, the sky painted in warm oranges and purples.
the knock on your door is soft but deliberate.
you freeze mid-step, your breath catching.
you don’t even need to check...you know it’s him.
your heart pounds as you slowly make your way to the door.
opening the door.. there he was.
dae-ho looks worn down, his face pale and tired, the weight of everything you both endured written in the lines on his face.
he’s still wearing the same black jacket he had on when you last saw him, and his shoulders slump like he’s carrying the world.
for a long moment, you just stare at each other, no words exchanged. his eyes meet yours, and it feels like the world outside doesn’t exist anymore.
every nightmare, every moment of fear you faced together...it’s all there in his gaze.
you don’t need to explain anything; he understands.
“you came,” you whisper, your voice soft and shaking. your throat feels tight, and it takes all your strength to hold back tears.
dae-ho nods, his expression unreadable, though his lips part slightly like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how.
you step aside, motioning for him to come inside. he hesitates at first, his hand gripping the doorframe like he’s not sure he belongs there.
you tell him quietly, “you’re safe here,” and it’s enough.
he steps through the doorway, and the air in the room changes.
he sits on your couch, stiff and unsure, while you pour him a glass of water.
you notice how his hands shake as he takes it from you, but you don’t comment.
you sit across from him, your legs tucked up under you, and the silence between you feels both suffocating and comforting at the same time.
you want to ask if he’s okay, but you already know the answer.
"do you have anywhere to stay?"
you ask the man.
both of you have at least 22.8 billion won now.. but money can only fix so much.
"no."
he mumbles.
"thats okay, you can live here with me."
you hope he stays for a while... forever.
to say that you are in love with him would be an understatement.
he is a sweetheart. the man who made you laugh in your darkest moments during those games.
he saved your life at the end, and now you can't let him go.
when you see him pull his jacket tighter around himself, you stand up.
grabbing a soft blanket from one of your linen closest, you go behind him and drape it over his shoulders.
dae-ho's lips twitch in what might be a faint smile, though it’s gone in an instant.
he murmurs a soft “thank you,” his voice hoarse.
hours later, neither of you is ready to sleep.
"what happened when the guards dropped you off?"
you ask the man.
dae-ho's strong arm is wrapped around your waist, your back pressed against his front.
you're laying on your bed, the tv on but neither of you were paying attention to the show.
"well, they had me in a blindfold and restraints which took about half-an-hour to pull off. afterwards, I felt something in my pocket which was the gold card.. you got that too right?"
dae-ho cuts himself off.
"I did."
you nod.
"okay.. well I saw an atm and when I saw the amount of money I got.. I immediately paid off my debt."
dae-ho says.
you only nod your head, not saying anything else.
"what about you?"
he asks while he hand softly caresses your waist below your underboob.
"I nearly went through the same thing.. except the guards dropped me off on a university campus so I had a few students untie me."
you say, lightly giggling at the memory.
"dae-ho?"
"y/n?"
you swallow, hoping to not cry with what you're about to say.
"I just want to say thank you."
you sat up, turning so you're facing him.
"you don't need to thank--"
"yes I do, dae-ho."
a tear falls through your left eye,
"the guards gave you a choice. you could've killed me and taken all 45.6 billion won for yourself, but you did not. you chose to split it with me. I don't think I could ever repay you."
you place your hand on his upper thigh..
this small action seems to change your mood.
you stare at his crotch, seemingly knowing how you could repay him somehow.
the ex-marine looks at you with confusion.
smirking, you look up at his face being leaning into his ear.
your lips lightly brush over his earlobe when you seductively say,
"I know how I can repay you, dae-ho."
you felt his left hand caress the side of your hip, taking in your idea.
he needed you just as much as you needed him.
dae-ho's joggers were thrown somewhere in your bedroom as you lightly sucked on his swollen tip.
he's laid down, his upper body elevated by some of your pillows while you're arched in front of him,
giving him the perfect view of your ass through your pajama pants
"fuck."
dae-ho groans when you swirl your tongue around his tip, giving the sensitive part all of your attention while your hands pump up and down his shaft.
"you're so big."
you look up at him, moaning as you start to take his full dick into your mouth.
"oh.. fuck!"
you feel his big hands lightly pull your hair up into a ponytail while you suck on his dick.
keeping your tongue in contact with one of his prominent veins, you cupped his balls with your soft hands.
"you're doing so well, love. keep sucking my dick.. just like that ughh."
he groans as his big hand move to cup on your cheek.
you feel his cock twitch inside of your throat..
you deepthroat him more knowing that he is about to cum.
"fuck fuck!"
he continues to groan as he lightly pushes your head to stay where you are, to not dare to edge him.
after swallowing his load, you pulled yourself up from him.
you couldn't process how fast dae-ho went after holding your waist, flipping you over, and kissing down your collarbone.
feeling his bare cock against your core, which was still covered by your soft pajamas and underwear, you whimpered.
"shit!"
you mumbled, spreading your legs further as dae-ho started to hump against you.
he takes off your shirt, and starts to fondle your boobs.
he takes your left one into his mouth, teasing and nibbling lightly your nipple with his teeth, while his big hand plays with your right one.
"just let me fuck you already."
you whispered.
"don't be impatient."
he took his boob out of your mouth.
dae-ho sat up, pulling your pajama pants and matching underwear down at the same time.
you were completely soaked.
the man put his hands behind your knees and spread your legs even further, giving him a perfect few of your arousal.
he was right, you were impatient.
you whimpered as his mouth started kissing down towards your center. starting at your right ankle and trailing down.
the sight was so hot, but you were never used to being so exposed for someone.
you rubbed your eyes with your hands as dae-ho made it to your inner thigh.
"keep your eyes on me baby, I want you to see how good I'll make you feel."
"yes!"
you moaned he kissed your inner pubic bone, just centimeters beside your center.
you hoped your neighbors weren't home as dae-ho ate you out like a starved man.
your moans flooded your apartment as dae-ho's fingers pumped in and out of you, poking that good spot inside of your warm walls.
"shhiitt!!"
the voice of yours nearly screamed as dae-ho sucked on your clit softly, his fingers going at a nice pace.
"I'm-- ahhhh!"
you cried, a tear falling down your face as dae-ho replaced his fingers with his tongue.
your walls contracted before you cummed all over his face, your back arched off of your bed while the ex-marine made sure that your legs stayed apart.
putting yourself on all fours, you looked back to see dae-ho giving himself a few pumps.
"you like what you see?"
you teased, wiggling your ass while he started to tease your clit with his tip.
"absolutely, you're so beautiful."
dae-ho smiled, the flushed look of his face making you even wetter, if thats possible.
when you felt his length push inside of you, stretching you in half almost, you squealed in satisfaction.
"fuck!"
dae-ho wanted to take a minute to feel himself inside of you, but you immediately started to fuck yourself back onto him.
your ass making contact with his hips filled the room.
dae-ho groaned, his hands went down to your hips to assist you into fucking him.
"thats ittt-- fuck, you're so perfect my love."
he praises, feeling your wetness all over himself.
"t-th-this is what you-- fuck!"
you tried to speak, but feeling his tip kissing your cervix made your head fall onto your pillow.
"you des-deserve this after being a gentleman.. you know? shit!"
your mouth hung open as you continue to push yourself back onto the marine.
"you're making me feel so good baby."
dae-ho places his right hand on your ass, squeezing the flesh as you look back to meet his love filled eyes.
"I'm--I-i'm gonna cum again."
"fuck you're so big!"
you start to pump yourself faster onto his cock.
"me too, where do you want me to--"
"inside."
you did not hesitate to speak.
"are you sur--"
"yes, yes, yes, fuck!"
you moaned as his shaft brushes against your g-spot, immediately making you cum all over him and your bedsheets below.
dae-ho twitched and came inside you shortly after, painting your walls white.
you pushed back onto him at least ten times during, fucking yourselves through your orgasms.
after pulling out, the ex-marine immediately cuddled onto your body.
you laid down on the bed as the man laid on your chest, his face pressed against your naked boob.
"are you okay? do you need anything, any water or snacks?"
dae-ho speaks softly, looking up at you while he places his large hands on your waist.
"I'm okay, just stay here with me."
you mumble, running your fingers through his hair.
"I'm staying, I'll always be here.. you don't need to worry."
he speaks, knowing you meant for him to stay with you forever after tonight.
"thank you for saving my life."
you mumble into his hair, giving him a light kiss on his scalp.
"I would've sacrificed mine, if it meant saving yours, y/n."
one of the players grows obsessed with you since you were similar to him
warnings: yandere!sangwoo, reader/you have questionable morals since you commit a huge betrayal due to a strong sense of survival. mentions of death. age gap relationship, since reader is intended to be between 20-23 while sang woo is 46. changed plot from season one. the original character who is not reader is player 102.
you never thought you'd end up here.
your eyes tired, wearing a green tracksuit, number 111 stitched onto your chest like a mark of your desperation.
the scent in the room was thick with fear, tension, and unspoken threats.
everyone here had something in common: debt, misery, nothing much left to lose.
you? your debt wasn’t from reckless gambling or bad business deals like most of these other people here.
yours was from surviving.
years of hospital stays, surgeries, medications.
your childhood was spent in the hospitals, making sure that your body could grow healthily.
there were bills that kept stacking up even after you were finally healthy.
they said you were lucky to have made it out alive, but now you owed more money than you could ever pay back.
so when the salesman offered you a chance, you took it.
you didn’t suffer through years of hospitals, pain, and fear just to come here and die in some twisted game.
you were going to survive. no matter what it took.
the first night in the dormitory, you kept to yourself.
somehow, she found you..
player 102.
hot pink hair, too bright for this place, too carefree for someone stuck in a death game.
"hey, you look miserable,"
she plopped down beside you, stretching her legs out.
you didn’t respond.
just kept your arms crossed, watching the others.
"so, we’re both young. everyone else here is nearly middle aged, I think we should stick together,"
she continued, ignoring your silence.
"not a fan of getting stabbed in my sleep."
you eyed her for a moment before shrugging.
"fine."
you didn’t trust her, not yet.
she was right...it was better to have someone.
however, there was another player keeping a lookout on you.
player 218. sang-woo.
the man who kept his expression unreadable but watched everything.
at first, you didn’t notice him.
however, he noticed you. immediately.
you weren’t like the others.
you weren’t crying, begging, or making desperate alliances.
you were calculating. quiet. smart.
and he liked that.
before the second game is when you knew that 218 existed.
you overheard player 067 whispering to 218, the words
"melting sugar" slipping through the cracks.
your brain clicked instantly.
dalgona.
so when the masked men led you into a room filled with symbols
circle, star, umbrella, triangle.
you didn’t hesitate.
you immediately walked toward the triangle line, yanking 102 with you.
"what the hell? why so confident?"
she asked, letting you drag her along.
"just trust me."
sang-woo saw you move first.
his lips twitched.
you knew.
not a second of hesitation.
not a moment of doubt.
you had figured it out just like him.
he almost smirked when he saw you pull your ally along without question.
good girl, he thought.
you know how to survive.
he didn’t take his eyes off you as you worked on your honeycomb.
you handled the needle too well.
precise. careful. controlled.
when your triangle popped out perfectly, you even gave 102 a little smirk.
"told you,"
you murmured to her.
sang-woo clenched his jaw, barely paying attention to his own work.
you were dangerous.
smart.
capable.
and he wanted you.
he watched the way your fingers moved, steady despite the sweat on your skin.
the way your lashes lowered when you focused.
the way your lips parted slightly as you concentrated.
you had no idea he was studying you like prey.
"don’t worry, y/n," he thought.
"i’ll protect you."
"i’ll make sure you survive. you don’t even need to know."
because in sang-woo’s mind, you were already his.
back in the dorms, you and 102, who turns out to be named anya, sat on a shared bed, splitting the bland, dry rice and kimchi they gave you.
it wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep you alive.
"so, what brought you here?"
you asked, poking at your food with the tiny spoon they handed out.
anya stretched her legs out, sighing dramatically.
"oh, you know. influencers, shopping sprees, lavish trips. that kind of stupidity."
you raised an eyebrow.
"influencer?"
she scoffed.
"was. past tense. brand deals, sponsorships, all that shit. i thought i was rich when i really wasn’t. I got "cancelled" for some stupid shit and now I am here!"
she rambled for nearly thirty minutes, talking about her reckless spending, the money she blew through, the fake friends who ditched her when she went broke.
you let her talk, not minding the conversation.
she was easy to listen to, and at least she had a sense of humor about her downfall.
she turned the question on you.
"what about you, y/n?"
you took a small bite of rice, hesitating for a second before answering.
"hospital bills."
anya paused mid-chew, glancing at you. then, she nodded.
"ohhh okay."
something inside you twisted. maybe you should have kept that to yourself.
maybe that was something she didn’t need to know.
did she see it as a weakness?
did she think you were fragile?
you didn’t know her true intentions yet.
from across the room, sang-woo was wondering the same thing.
he leaned against the metal bunk, arms crossed, eyes sharp as he studied you and anya.
he didn’t trust her, not when she was getting that close to you.
she seemed harmless, but so did a lot of people before they revealed their true colors.
the girl had bright pink hair.
she didn’t exactly scream dangerous.
still, he didn’t like how easily you opened up to her.
as gi-hun talked to play 001 beside him, he looked ahead at you.
anya was the first to notice him watching.
she smirked, leaning in slightly.
"don’t freak out, but that player has been staring you down since we got back from dalgona."
you frowned, confused.
"who?"
anya subtly tilted her head toward player 218.
you followed her gaze and met his eyes.
sang-woo was staring right at you.
the first thing that crossed your mind?
he's sexy.
it wasn’t just that.
he wasn’t like other people who got caught staring and looked away quickly.
he held eye contact, unbothered, as if he was waiting to see what you would do.
only when player 456 called his name did he finally turn away.
anya snorted.
"oh no. you’ve got that look in your eye."
you blinked.
"what look?"
"the ‘i think he’s hot’ look."
she grinned, wiggling her eyebrows.
"don’t fall for it, y/n. he might stab you in your sleep."
you giggled, nudging her.
"shut up!"
even as you joked, you could still feel the heat in your face.
from across the room, sang-woo nearly smirked.
he had seen the way you looked at him.
he was going to make sure you kept looking at him.
when it was lights out, you lay there, staring at the dark ceiling, listening to the slow, steady breaths of the other players.
the dorm was eerily quiet, except for the occasional rustle of someone shifting in their sleep.
beside you, anya was curled up, her pink hair spilling over the pillow.
the girl's breathing was soft and even.
peaceful.
untouched by the paranoia that clawed at your mind.
you waited, making sure she was truly asleep before you carefully pushed yourself up from the bed.
this was stupid.
you knew it.
you didn’t care.
moving quickly and quietly, you weaved through the rows of bunk beds, walking across the open floor and walking through bunks until you reached the other side of the dormitory.
you knelt down in front of player 218’s bed.
sang-woo’s eyes were closed, but the moment you got close, you could feel it...he was awake.
sangwoo's breathing was too steady, his posture too tense, as if he had been expecting something.
his eyes flickered open.
and the second he saw you, he sat up.
"sorry if i woke you up,"
you whispered.
he stared at you, his face unreadable.
then, his lips twitched just slightly.
"no, you’re not."
you swallowed, caught off guard by how easily he read you.
"i just… i just wanted to talk to you."
"can’t sleep?"
his voice was low, smooth.
you shook your head.
he studied you for a second, then shifted, making space beside him.
without thinking, you scooted closer, sitting down next to him on the bed.
both of you sat in silence, eyes scanning the dark dormitory, watching the scattered bodies of sleeping players.
"what brings you here?"
he asked, his tone casual, but his eyes sharp.
you hesitated, already regretting your answer before it even left your mouth.
"hospital bills."
as soon as you said it, you cringed.
you had made the same mistake again.
telling people things they didn’t need to know.
you had no idea what sang-woo’s intentions were, no idea what kind of person he really was.
when you glanced at him, there was nothing threatening in his expression.
he nodded, and his voice was calm when he said,
"debt."
you nodded in return. most people were here for that.
suddenly, a wave of exhaustion hit you, making your body feel heavier.
you let out a soft yawn, rubbing your arm.
sang-woo noticed immediately.
"you should get some sleep,"
he said.
you sighed, not wanting to go back just yet.
"i don’t know if i can."
he thought for a moment, then said,
"i’ll walk you back."
you looked at him, surprised.
the idea of him walking with you made you feel… safe.
some kind of invisible shield was around you just by being near him.
you nodded, and together, you slipped back through the darkness.
when you reached your bed, you laid down beside anya, adjusting under the thin blanket.
sang-woo crouched beside you, his presence lingering.
you blinked up at him sleepily.
"you don’t have to stay."
but he did.
he stayed for another half hour, sitting silently by your bed, watching.
making sure no one tried anything stupid.
making sure no one touched his girl.
later on after the tug of war game, something inside you shifted.
the feeling of your body being pulled toward death, the sheer force it took to survive, the way you had to trust complete strangers just to stay alive
it made you realize something.
trust was temporary.
survival was everything.
you could feel some of your morals slipping, piece by piece.
it was only a matter of time before trust meant nothing.
anya didn’t seem to take the same lesson from it.
she was freaking out.
you noticed how she started muttering under her breath, shaking more often, picking at her nails until they bled.
she wasn’t built for this.
sang-woo? he was the opposite.
cold. calculating. calm.
you found yourself sticking closer to him, not entirely sure why, but knowing he was the safest option to be around.
when it was time for the glass bridge game, all hell broke loose.
you were in front of sang-woo, anya was in front of you, and some random man was in front of anya.
the tension was suffocating.
one by one, players were screaming, falling to their deaths, bodies smacking against the floor below like insects against a windshield.
the only ones left were 456, 067, sang-woo, you, anya, and the man at the front.
the man was trying to inspect the glass, claiming he could tell which one was weak, taking his sweet time.
the clock was running out.
three minutes left.
anya snapped, her voice sharp, full of panic.
"can you take any fucking longer?"
the man turned back, offended, but didn’t say anything.
two minutes, thirty seconds.
finally, he made his move.
he chose wrong.
the man's scream echoed, his body disappeared into the void below, glass shards flying.
"all of that for nothing,"
player 067 muttered.
you nodded, feeling your heart hammer against your ribs.
now, it was anya’s turn.
she froze.
the slavic's hands were shaking, her breath coming out in sharp, uneven gasps.
you tried to keep her calm.
"anya, it’s okay, you’ll pick the right one."
she didn’t move.
sang-woo suddenly stepped onto your glass tile.
your breath caught in your throat.
for a split second, you thought.. was he going to push me off?
no.
instead, he pressed himself right behind you, his body warm, solid, steady.
the man's big hand found your arm, gripping it gently, keeping you in place as you both watched anya.
"anya, come on!"
your patience was wearing thin.
anya sucked in a shaky breath, eyes darting between the two tiles in front of her.
"i’m sorry, i’m trying to guess."
two minutes.
finally, she jumped.
the right one.
everyone let out a breath of relief as they followed onto the next safe glass ahead.
except sang-woo.
he stayed right behind you onto the next glass.
you smirked slightly at the way his body heat pressed into yours.
one row left.
you looked at anya.
"okay, you got it right last time, now do it again."
you hear player 456 from the far back yell.
she was trembling, sweat dripping down her forehead.
"i don’t—i don’t know."
one minute, thirty seconds.
"anya, pick one, goddammit!"
your voice cracked, frustration leaking through.
"i’m sorry,"
she whispered, eyes darting between the last two panels.
one minute.
something inside you snapped.
you couldn’t wait anymore.
sang-woo shifted slightly, sensing it.
you turned, moving him off your back slightly.
then, you did something terrible.
you jumped onto the same glass tile as anya.
the russian's breath hitched, her whole body going rigid as you stood right behind her.
"anya, i’m sorry. forgive me."
she barely had time to turn her head before you shoved her forward.
she hit the glass.
it shattered.
anya's scream pierced through the air, her arms flailing as she plunged onto the ground below.
the pink hair was the last thing you saw before she disappeared.
you didn’t even breathe before hopping onto the correct glass, your heart hammering against your ribs.
twenty seconds left.
everyone else followed...sang-woo, 067, 456.
all of you had survived.
when you turned back, searching for any sign of anya’s body, it was too far down.
you couldn’t process it before—
the entire bridge exploded.
glass shards flew in every direction, slicing through your skin like razor blades.
you shielded your face, feeling the sting of cuts across your body, blood trickling down your arms.
everything blurred.
you felt yourself stumble, someone’s hand grabbing your waist, holding you upright.
sang-woo.
his grip was firm, keeping you from falling.
when 456 and 067 walked ahead, sangwoo stayed beside you.
the man's lips were close to your ear, his breath steady while yours was ragged.
"you did what you had to do."
your hands were shaking.
anya was gone.
the girl who had slept beside you.
the girl who had joked with you.
you pushed her to her death.
the worst part?
you didn’t regret it.
by the end of the last game.. the dorms were empty now.
just you and sang-woo.
no more screams.
no more bloodstained floors.
no more players, just two survivors standing in the aftermath of hell.
you had won.
you both had.
the massive room that once held hundreds of people was now eerily silent.
the beds, the sheets, the steel walls.. it all looked the same, but it felt different.
everyone else was dead.
you turned, facing sang-woo.
the man's expression was unreadable, always was.
the man's eyes locked on you like he was memorizing this moment.
"so," you exhaled, voice hoarse.
"we made it."
he nodded.
"we did."
"and we split the money."
the words left your lips, but something about them felt off.
sang-woo agreed.
he had said it himself.
you would split the money, go your separate ways, start over.
the way he looked at you now...
you knew that was never his plan.
"right,"
sang-woo murmured, stepping closer.
"we split the money."
sangwoo's tone was smooth, but there was a finality to it.
you understood exactly what that meant.
he wasn’t letting you go.
he had killed for you.
067. 456. gone.
you weren’t stupid.
he and 456 had some sort of a connection, something deeper than just the games.
maybe they were friends? you had no clue since he did not tell you.
shoot, he did not even tell you 456 and 067's real names.
you had seen the way they looked at each other before it all came crashing down.
however, sang-woo chose you.
he had to.
there was no hesitation when he ended 456.
no second thoughts when 067 bled out.
he did it all for you.
the 45.6 billion wasn’t just his money.
it wasn’t even just your money.
it was yours together.
blood money. tainted, filthy, but yours.
"i hope you understand,"
sang-woo said, his fingers brushing against your wrist, his touch deceptively gentle.
"i didn’t do all of this just to watch you walk away."
sangwoo's grip tightened slightly, firm enough to send a clear message.
you were his.
the man's breath was warm as he leaned in, eyes dark with something unreadable.
