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You found yourself out of breath.
That was quite a long round.
You rushed from the groups upon groups of people, taking yourself over to the bathroom, ready to freshen up. Splash some water on yourself to stop yourself from freaking out so goddamn much.
So many people were dead.
You were lucky to not be one of those few.
A straggler who happened to stick around bigger groups, then, when they’d splinter, you’d tag along and pray you all would survive.
You looked up with soft pleading eyes as you spoke to the red guard beside the women’s toilets, hoping they’d sympathise with the clear signs of trauma in your gaze.
Water splattered onto your wrist as you threw it onto your eyebags, some droplets quickly making it to the checkered flooring. You sighed as that happened, but were grateful to have this short moment alone, away from the multitudes of fighting people.
They were too loud, too fiery. Everyone was right to act like that, after all, you all were forced in a place, stuck to die playish childish games in an attempt to gain the money to free them from their awful debts.
But, you were used to being alone in life and weren’t exactly used to loud crowded areas, despite the debts you had which might imply you went out often—you instead, were a loner whose debts came from your parents, sneakily getting credit cards in your name to fund their shopping habits.
And as soon as you turned 18, you awoke to letters giving you the shock of a lifetime.
Then, with the horrible job market, you ended up becoming a recluse of sorts, living off of university tuition that was only going to rack up and add to your parent’s debt.
Now you were here, with all these people in similar situations just like you—with lots of debt and a life only worth living if they took the chance to get this money.
Wiping the cold water dripping on your face away with the green sleeve of your jacket, you quickly got to walking out, back to face the crowds, likely full of weeping people and some cheering, glad to survive the bloodbaths in this forced life.
“Shit,” you whispered, shocked to have stupidly collided into something.
Or rather, someone.
“Fuck off,” you heard someone snarl, recognising them as the guy always hanging around with the purple-haired crazy guy that some other players flocked to in droves, a famous rapper, you thought—Thanos maybe?
“Sorry, sorry,” you pleaded, knowing that while Thanos and this man, player 124, were joking around and dancing, acting as if they were high, they also seemed to have a violent streak—a mean streak.
Ready to throw hands with anyone and snark out rude quips.
“You’re damn right, you’re sorry,” he said to you, a gruff angry tone, turning to face you directly, “Fuck—you should be sorry.”
You were confused. “Huh?”
“Walking around alone like an idiot, when anyone out here would love to get with you,” he continued, lifting his lips into an arrogant smirk, “Tell me who you are—I don’t just want to call you Player 121, and I don’t want you to think of me as 124, call me Nam-gyu.”
“Nam-gyu—wait, I thought it was—” you began to say.
“Nam-gyu, not Nam-su,” he cut in. “I’d like to hear your name scream Nam-gyu.”
You blushed.
You didn’t know what to say.
During your life, you’d never really gotten attention from people, always irrelevant on the sides watching as people around you fell in and out of love, and having the occasional hookups before they got right back into finding love again.
“The guards left the restrooms,” Nam-gyu continued as you said nothing, standing still with a shy shock plastered on your face. “Thanos left me behind, so it’s just us.”
“Us?” You didn’t know why he was grouping you both together like that, you barely knew the guy, except for the shenanigans and chaos he was making with Thanos.
“Hey, listen,” Nam-gyu came closer to you, hand lifting up your chin for you to stare right at his face—indiscernable emotions right on display. “We’re gonna be stuck in this hell-hole for a while, might as well have some fun while we’re here.”
“What, so you want to, like, hook-up in the toilets?” you blurted out in shock, “That’s wild, man, like the people who took us here are watching our every move—they want us to die, not fuck each other.”
“Fuck what they want,” Nam-gyu whispered, a sly smirk on his face with his hand still resting on your face, “What I want to do is hold you in my arms and fuck you till you’re crying out my name.”
His other hand made its way up your arm, trailing up with a sensual touch.
You let out a soft moan; it was uncontrollable.
The tension of the situation was getting to you.
“What do you say, huh?” Nam-gyu questioned, grinning at you, sounding completely unashamed of what he was saying.
You nodded without thinking, the inner part of your mind clawing at you, screaming to rip his clothes off and release the tension building up within you.
His hand switched from a soft yet thrilling hold, to a harsh yank, dragging you towards one of the empty restrooms.
He pushed you up against the doors of a stall, the metal drilling right into your back. “Ow!” you screeched out, “What exactly do you think you’re—”
He cut you off with a kiss.
Lips gripping onto yours with a sense of desperation and want. Your body grew hot and you felt his tongue delve deeper and intertwine with your mouth.
You felt your turmoil immediately fade away, replaced by the desperate lust taking over your body.
You tried to slap him aside with your hand, annoyed at how fast he was going with everything—even though you craved every little part of his touch.
“Jeez, how desperate are you?” You grumbled with frustration in your tone, half-hearted and allowing him to take you into his arms.
Nam-gyu grabbed you, pushing you along with him into the bathroom, opposing the ones you had just been in.
You knew what you were in for and could only hold on and accept. Besides, if you could die any day now, you may as well get some more sexual experiences under your belt.
“How desperate are you?” he sneered, deft hand reaching down beneath your green sweatpants, feeling the wetness coming from your cunt.
“Fuck—” you moaned, his touch eliciting electricity from within you, your whole body jerking and needy for him. “Just fuck me you bastard, no teasing.”
He replied with a sneer and dragged your sweatpants down, underwear falling down your ankles alongside them.
Nam-gyu’s rough hands run all over your body, one inching towards your inner thighs with a ferocious need while the other pressed up against your breasts, pinching and tugging at your nipples as you whined and groaned—for more, or less, you didn’t know. All you knew is that this sensation boiling within you was too much to bear.
“You like that, huh?” He said it under his breath, voice dark and whispy—seductive and sending shivers all throughout your body.
Nam-gyu lifted himself on top of you as he lowered you down to the gritty bathroom floor with the force of his deft hands.
The cold tile nipped at your skin, revealed from the curling of your shirt at the unexpected movement.
Your legs spread wide for him, welcoming Nam-gyu as the heat between you both grew stronger. Fire lit up inside you, exacerbated with Nam-gyu’s skilled fingers circling your clit with a growing intensity.
“Ah—!”
His hands thumbed at your wet cunt, steadily gaining a faster pace as you whined and squealed for more.
His body was warm over you, his sleazy self trapping you beneath—forced to rest between the floor and his chest. Nam-gyu began to fuck you slowly with his fingers, your cunt fluttering at the sensation.
His fingers dragged against your desperate walls, manoeuvring in the perfect way to make you gasp.
Clutching at his arms, you pull and sink into his skin, nails digging into his sleeved-skin.
Your toes curled up as the heat got to you, Nam-gyu smirking at your reaction. “How needy, hm.”
“Ah—I can’t take it,” you squealed, “Please—I’m gonna cum—”
He cut you off, smarmy grin on display, trails of his black hair covering the dark look in his eyes, “Not now, sweetheart, you don’t get to cum until I’m inside you and can feel your pussy tighten up just for me.”
Nam-gyu’s fingers flexed in you for the last time, ripping himself out of you as he began to shift and slip his green sweatpants off, his hardening crotch fully on display for your greedy eyes to see.
You instinctively twitched, eyes dilating as he took his cock out.
He nudged his cock toward you, slowly inching it inside you, caressing your walls as he sunk in deeper.
“Fuck,” he murmured as he looked at his hard cock digging into you.
Nam-gyu gripped you roughly with his hands as he thrusted into you.
One slow thrust quickly turned into many sudden thrust. Hard and powerful; speeding up and growing more forceful as he did so.
“Ah—!”
Nam-gyu continued to stab into you, forcing his cock into you, from tip all till every 7 inches was within your desperate hole.
You cried out, jolting at every single slam inside of you. You dug your nails deep into his back, dragging along as you tried to contain your lust.
Nam-gyu bullied his way into your pussy with his cock’s forceful thrusts; you felt so full with him inside you.
It felt like too much. You couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, Nam-gyu—!” you squealed, voice raising an octave, “I’m gonna cum!”
“Do it for me, baby, come on!” he groaned, satisfaction embedded in his every word.
Back arching upwards, your chest touched onto Nam-gyu’s as you cried out, hips stuttering as you came on his cock.
He throbbed inside you, twitching as you leaked onto him, breathing heavy as you moaned aloud his name—over and over.
“Ah—!” You let out a sigh of relief as your overstimulation grew tamer. His cock still inside you made you feel tight and lustful, but cumming left you feeling complete overall.
Nam-gyu’s forehead nearly touched your own as he stared into your eyes. “I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.”
You didn’t want to be done with him, either.
Nam-gyu’s touch—his cock or his hands, was too much to bear.
But was exactly what you craved.