#netflix squid game smut

[gurlbesimpin]

little baby boy  (frontman x fem!reader)

requested: yes

warnings: smut, slight praise kink, breeding kink, happy ending

clarification: s/n son’s name

“Have you two already thought of a name for him?”

the nurse asked, smiling as you looked over to your husband (in-ho)

Both of you shook your head, assuming it would have been a girl.

“were not sure yet, however i was thinking of ray?”

laughing, you shrug him off. The name wasn’t to your liking and didn’t find it fitting for your little angel. And a little angel he was indeed. This was quickly proven as the years passed, your son s/n becoming a sweet and caring child.

Now as every parent experiences, the familiar question “how did you meet?” inevitably will be asked. And so your litte boy one day asked came into the livingroom, staring at you with his cute eyes-

“mommy?”

chuckling, you gently pull him into your lap as in-ho shut his laptop to direct his attention to the two of you. 

“how did you meet daddy?”

In-ho just took a sip of hos beverage and spit it out at the question.

“Now ladies and gentlemen, let the show begin”

The large red curtains moved aside to reveal a huge glass bridge, players mid way through it, trying to figure out which was safe for their weight, and which would lead to their demise.

The show to say the least, was quite entertaining in it’s own cruel way. You placed a few hundred thousand on han-minyeo, just to be gifted with her signature line as her and deok-su tumbled to their deaths.

As it was finally time for the final game, you witnessed as gi-hun and sangwoo shortly forgave each other, before sangwoo’s sudden sacrifice towards his mate.

“what a tragic end-” you murmed, glancing over at the frontman.

Thus came the time to leave, but you requested you stay there, wanting to experience the next round of players. Now, this usually wasn’t allowed, though in-ho really fancied you for some reason, and requested no-one to learn of this event.

The following weeks you stayed under the frontman’s wing, in return for your residency within his home, you help him with certain needs. You’d be his personal entertainer, though you set up a special rule.

“no touching- for now”

sighing, he took a gulp of his whiskey, the ice cubes within the glass gently releasing a clinking sound. Leaning back, he motioned for you to start your show

Weeks passed as he’d only watch your actions, never participating in them himself. Though you couldn’t deny the spark between the two of you- 

Not only fun to look at, but also caring and charismatic to say the least. Fair he was a tough man, with questionable morals, but were you any better?

You paid him to see people with families, friends, children... die.

“your whiskey ma’m”

Nodding, you take the alcoholic beverage from the silver tray the butler held before you. Before he turned to leave your private room, you called him back.

“yes?”

“could you please tell your boss he may come over here for a quick... chat”

You couldn’t see their facial expression through the mask, but you were certain they were confused, but forced to oblidge.

“absolutely madam”

You admired your beauty in the mirror as you gently applied some red lipstick to your soft lips, wanting to surprise the man you had slowly fallen for. You watched as the heavy door opened and said gentleman was there, glancing at you through the silver framed mirror.

“y/n-”

he mumbled, sitting down on your queen-sized bed, making himself comfortable quickly. He took his mask off, revealing his handsome face, his beard freshly shaved. His deep brown eyes focused on you as you sat down beside him.

“you wished for my presence?”

nodding, you placed a hand on his thigh, making him stiff up entirely.

“remember certain rule i set up a while ago?”

you asked, as he huffed out a confirmation. 

You moved closer, closing the distance between you and in-ho, as your hand snaked up his thigh, towards his hip as you leaned in-

“fuck it-”

you whispered, planting a sly smirk on your lips as you went back to directly face the man before you.

“hormones or genuine feelings?”

he questioned, slightly arching an eyebrow.

“does it matter?”

you asked, removing your hands from him to unbutton your blouse.

“well not necessarily-”

he stated, quickly joining your hands in the removal of your blouse. As you wanted to lean in for an open mouth kiss, he took the opportunity to flip you over, him towering over you.

“but it will determine how rough this’ll be-”

He cooed, his hand wandering under your skirt to tease your aching pussy through your panties. You had been so touch starved that his gentle touch made your back arch off the bed, a quiet moan escaping your lips.

“how long has it been?”

he asked, clearly amused by your sweet reaction to his slight touch.

God you couldn’t remember the last time you had sex, it has been so long.

“a lifetime ago-”

you mumbled, becoming impatient with him.

In-ho glanced at you, waiting for you to explain it to your little angel.

You just coughed, wanting your husband to say something to break the intimidating silence, which must have confused your son as to why it was so hard to answer his “simple” question.

“holy shit-”

you gasped for air as his fingers worked their magic on your now, fully exposed body. 

His right index finger dancing around your pussy as his thumb slowly massaged your sensitive clit in figure eights, his lips catching each desperate cry and moan

“shit-”

you quietly cursed as you were nearing your orgasm, he could sense this, and stopped his actions right as you were about to reach your high.

Your whines in protest were like music to his ears as he watched your desperate form trying to gain any form of friction, but his belt tied around your wrists prevented most of what you had planned.

“how was i made”

god, could your kid make you feel any more uncomfortable? 

In-ho was laughing as he realized the situation you were stuck in now.

Desperate to answer his pleading eyes, you came up with a classic-

“a stork brought you to us sweetie”

In-ho seemed visibly confused, has he never heard of that before?

“what’s a stork?”

“a bird”

in-ho interrupted, gently squeezing little s/n’s cheek.

His pace was unforgiving as he continued to harshly rut into you, his dick hitting your g-spot over and over, making your legs shake in desperation.

“fuck you feel so good-”

he groaned, placing his hands on either side of you, firmly thrusting home.

His brown eyes always locked with your e/c eyes as one of his hands slid between your shaking thighs, to swiftly rub your clit in circles, trying his hardest to send both of you over the edge simultaneously.

“f-fuck in-ho... I can’t take it anymore...”

you breathed desperately, your hips grinding up, matching his quick thrusts.

“come for me sweetheart-”

he groaned, his deep voice sending vibrations through your bodies as you practically came on the spot, your juices all over his thick cock as he was inching closer to his orgasm himself.

“c-come inside me”

you whined, wanting his come more than anything.

“you want daddy’s cum huh? fuck yes i’ll give it to you-”

he growled, a few more thrusts of his hips sending him over the edge.

He filled you up with his warm seed as he moaned your name against your neck.

“fuck-”

you groaned as he removed the belt from your wrists, allowing you to move more freely now.

“i just did”

you laughed slightly at his dorky comment, as he had that familiar sly smirk you had, on his lips. 

“well you see, we met at uhh-”

you looked over at him again, not knowing how to explain a literal death game he hosted. It wasnt safe nor a good idea to even mention such.

“at a cafe”

His gaze went from you, to in-ho as he filled in your sentence.

“a cafe?”

both of you nodded in agreement, hoping your son wouldn’t ask that question ever again.

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[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Meet Stitched (Again) & My Request Rules

About Me

Rewriting and reposting my about me request rules and such as Tumblr deleted it.

So my name is Stitched-Mouth, mostly known as Stitched. I’ve been writing for about 6 years now and have been on Tumblr for about 4 years. My original account, @stitched-mouth, was recently terminated which was heartbreaking. I lost a lot of work and motivation. But I managed to save my Kinktober and Valak works which could have been lost as well. My Kinktober works will come out every day and are all currently up to date, my Valak works will be reposted on here when I can.

I’m based in London, UK! Born and raised here. So my works will be posted on GMT. I’m mixed raced (Irish mother, Jamaican father) and still a teenager.

I’m a big fan of Scott Pilgrim if you can’t tell by my new name. Anyone else excited for the anime?

I also have an Wattpad account here and an AO3 here. I started out of Wattpad but most of writing is on here now… well, was on here. AO3 I use rarely and only repost works on there.

Request Rules And What I Write For

My rules are really simple. I only write for characters in my masterlists (which will be posted soon after this) and I don’t write any dub-con, incest, beastiality or pedophila. I also don’t age up characters for smut.

Requests are currently open! Please send to my inbox.

Here are animes I write for:

• Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji

• Soul Eater

• Death Note

• Danganronpa

• Diabolik Lovers

• Cowboy Bebop

• Servamp

• My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia

• Kakegurui

• Battle Angel: Alita

Other Medias I Write For:

• Miraculous Ladybug

• Creepypasta

• Harry Potter

• Sally Face

• Kill Bill

• Pulp Fiction

• Sucker Punch

• Gorillaz

• Scott Pilgrim vs The World

• House of Gucci

• Encanto

• Marvel

• Last Night In Soho

• All Tim Burton Movies

Netflix Series I Write For:

• The Umbrella Academy

• Stranger Things

• Sex Education

• Locke & Key

• Ginny & Georgia

• Squid Game

• Russian Doll

Any questions of my rules, let me know. Feel free to send requests now but keep in mind I don’t write for every character in every movie/tv show, my masterlists will show which characters I write, but as it’s not up yet I might not write for the characters you requested. I’ll try to get the important ones (most popular) ones out ASAP.

Kinktober 2023 | Masterlist | Request Rules

#stitched #stitched talks #stitched mouth #stitched writes #stitched’s kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #black butler #bnha #my hero academia #soul eater #diabolik lovers #death note #servamp #cowboy bebop #kakegurui #alita battle angel #miraculous ladybug #scott pilgrim vs the world #encanto #the umbrella academy #ginny and georgia #harry potter #stranger things #sex education

[prpfs]

🦑🕊️ (Possibly) I'm like, 2 years late with this, and have no idea how active the fandom for this still is, but i'm looking to write something from Netflix's Squid Game with somebody! I watched it again the other day, and now have a massive itch to write Kang Sae-byeok [Player 067] against someone's Jang Deok-su [Player 101]/ the guy with the Snake tattoo. Since we know they have a past together, i feel like it'd be really fun to explore their dynamic a bit in the time before Kang Sae-byeok went independent, and then maybe time-skip to the events of the games. (with some slight tweaks and changes, of course.) I'm 100% fine with NSFW and Smut, but i do ask that any likes and limits in that regard are discussed ahead of time. I will not be going in blind, and do expect open and clear communication from you, as i will be doing the same. I'm 21 currently, turning 22 soon, and have been role-playing for a few years now. I write mostly Multi-Para, but can match reply length if you prefer that. I'll reach out via Tumblr DMs and we can plan and go from there!

give a like and anon will get back to you

#squid game rp #squid game roleplay #fandom roleplay #fandom rp

[gothbusterz]

Intoxicating - Teacher!Sang-Woo x Student!Reader

Sang-Woo can’t help but obsess over his perfect little star student.

Warnings - Jealous Sang-Woo, Smut, age gap (legal), oral (F receiving)

Word count - 3.8k (I may have gotten carried away 👀)

Requested by @14lovez 💚

Click, clack, click, clack.

The sound of heels rushing down the tiled hallway echoed through the classrooms as she passed, papers falling from her arms and her phone clattering on the floor. Cursing loudly, she scooped everything up and kept running. She’d never been late before, let alone for his class.

Mr Cho’s lecture hall was near empty. 9 AM finance lectures didn’t exactly draw in the numbers, but she made it a point to always be there. It made him feel appreciated in a way he’d never admit out loud. In his eyes, she was the perfect student; attentive, clever and beautiful. Although he’d never admit, the last 3 years he’d had her in his class, he’d had the privilege of watching her become her own woman.

Sang-Woo met her as a fresh-out-of-high-school 18 year old - young, naive and curious - and now she was graduating; moving on and leaving him behind. He couldn’t get used to the thought of not seeing her sweep into his class of a morning, fresh faced and ready to drink in every word that left his lips with such focus that sometimes it felt like they were the only two in the room. He wouldn’t hear her quietly giggle anymore, whenever that stupid little boy that sat next to her cracked jokes that only they could hear. He wouldn’t be able to admire her as he had been for so long now, his eyes taking an extended vacation around the curves of her body underneath the figure-accentuating outfits she chose. Her perfume wouldn’t overwhelm his senses anymore, triggering something dark in his brain as his face hovered so close to hers, quietly explaining something she’d so innocently asked for help with.

Deep down, she drove him crazy; but Sang-Woo knew his place and he knew there were lines he should never cross, so instead he buried the impure thoughts he had about her. Part of him wanted to say something to her, but where would he even begin? The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. He felt so sleazy. It’s not as if he’d intended this, but something about her was so… alluring. He couldn’t get her out of his head. She overwhelmed his thoughts even when she wasn’t there with him, and it made him feel an intense guilt. She was barely 21. Barely over the age of consent, and here he was, a grown man fantasising about the youngest possible woman without it being immoral. He hated himself for it, but no matter how hard he tried to ignore her, he simply couldn’t.

The students sitting before him chattered excitedly, paying no mind to the man sitting at his desk, chatting and giggling about the futures that they were about to embark on. The clock finally struck 9, and yet, she was nowhere to be seen. His heart sunk a little; the last lecture of the whole course and she didn’t show up to properly say goodbye. Of course, he’d see her briefly at the graduation ceremony, but after that, he knew he’d never see her again. He cursed himself, reminding his brain that she was off limits anyway. He knew he needed to move on but he was just stuck on a loop. The second he saw her, he knew the walls he built up to separate himself from her would be demolished by his own hand.

Standing up, he greeted his class and congratulated them on making it all the way through their bachelor degrees. Detailing the tasks of his final class, his eyes lingered on the empty seats in the front row - the seats usually home to both his favourite student and the little lap dog that seemed to follow her around, Hwang Jun-Ho. He knew he had no good reason to dislike this boy. He actually was her age, handsome, athletic and he’d already proven he could make her laugh. Jun-Ho was a good student and he’d never done anything to disrespect or cross his professor. It was all pure, untainted jealousy from Sang-Woo.

Neither Y/N or Jun-Ho were present, and Sang-Woo’s mind swam with the possibilities. He couldn’t push through the images in his head of the two of them tangled together, sheets grazing their bare bodies as they actively skipped his lecture to study each other instead. He couldn’t help but envision his hands all over her gentle flesh, his fingers in her hair, her nails digging into his back, her lips wrapped around…

He quickly shook himself out of it, shame flooding through his veins as he noticed all the blood that had rushed south at his musings. The thoughts filled him with rage, even though he knew Jun-Ho would be a better boyfriend than he could ever be. Y/N and Jun-Ho could go out in public and no one would ever bat and eyelid. Her parents would surely be ecstatic for her to bring a young man like him home to them.

Click, clack, click, clack.

The sound drew closer and shook him from his daydreaming, and suddenly his heart fluttered with relief and hope as she barrelled through the doors. She was panting, beads of sweat adorning her forehead as she rasped out an apology for being so late.

She’d really done it today. As soon as he laid eyes in her, he began to salivate. Her blouse was sheer enough to make out the outline of the black bra she wore underneath and her hair hadn’t been brushed before it was thrown into a bun sitting on the top of her head. Her skirt danced against the swell of her ass as she quickly hustled over to her empty seat. He took in the sight in front of him. She was always beautiful, but something about seeing her so disheveled hit him right in the lust he had for her. As she turned her head, exposing a dark purple mark against the skin near her collarbone, white hot rage filled him. Taking a deep breath, he pushed it down and cleared his throat.

“Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence.” His voice was colder and harsh, a far cry from the joking tone he’d meant to express it in. It was real now. Someone else had her and it made his stomach drop. Her expression was one of shock and embarrassment, flecks of disappointment in her eyes at the way her normally caring professor greeted her. She mumbled another apology, sitting down and averting her eyes downwards to the quiz sheet he had laid on each table.

Sitting back in his seat, Sang-Woo let out a frustrated sigh. He felt bad for snapping at her, but he couldn’t help but feel a new emotion towards her - betrayal. In his mind, she was already his. It was hard to remember sometimes that it was just his imagination, and this young woman had done nothing to warrant the attraction he had for her. Sure, she’d drop things at seemingly convenient times, her long legs bending as she bent to pick it up, giving Sang-Woo a show in the process. Sure, she stayed back after almost every lecture, as if she relished the time they had alone together as much as he did. To Sang-Woo, none of this meant anything. He could never be truly sure if she was just really that innocent, or if maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way even just a little bit.

He stood from his seat, observing the other students with their heads either down on their paper or buried in their phone screens. Taking a deep breath to muster the courage, he worked his way across the room and leaned his two large hands on the front of her desk, leaning down so that his lips could whisper in her ear without alerting the other students. “You haven’t seen Jun-Ho by chance have you? He didn’t show up today.”

Her body stiffened involuntarily as she shifted her gaze to meet the intense, dark eyes of her professor. He hadn’t said anything of the sort, but she could only take his question as a roundabout way of saying I know what you did. His expression was hard to read. It was something she’d never seen him wear before - irritation. He was always so gentle with her; complimenting her and helping with every problem, no matter how small. Sometimes she’d even pretend to not understand just so that she could have him close to her. What Sang-Woo didn’t realise was that she felt the same way, maybe even stronger.

He walked back to his desk, sitting back down and lowering his gaze to the finished quizzes in front of him. He felt like an absolute piece of shit knowing how uncomfortable he’d just made her. He’d basically attacked her without even saying anything. His hotheaded attitude blinded him from the reality that he held no claim to her. She was just his student. His beautiful, smart, sexy student. But his student nevertheless.

The time passed on and on, students chatting and sharing their plans for the weekend and the afterparty for the graduation. A sadness set deep into Sang-Woo’s chest as he realised that as soon as that clock struck 12, she was no longer his student. Lifting his eyes to lay them on Y/N, his heart broke as he noticed she hadn’t lifted her head since his harsh words. He’d already regretted what he said as soon as the words left his lips, and now he felt like a monster. You don’t tear down someone you love. Whether they love you back or not, it’s not fair. She had and has every right to sleep with Jun-Ho if that’s what she wants, even though it killed him inside.

The other students started to pack their things up as the time drew nearer and nearer. A few students approached his desk to thank him and he wished them the best of luck with a warm smile. He meant it. He wished nothing for the best for all his students, even that stupid fucking Jun-Ho prick. Eventually everyone had filed out of the lecture hall, leaving only Y/N nervously shifting in her seat as she finally raised her eyes to meet his. Sighing sadly, he pulled himself up from his desk and made his way over to her. The few short steps felt like a marathon as the reality that this was it washed over him. He wasn’t ready to let her go.

“I’m sorry I spoke to you like that. It was out of line.” His voice was a whisper as he finally sat down in the seat that Jun-Ho usually occupied. Her arms crossed and he could tell she was making an effort to hide the bruise that had been sucked into her neck. She was timid, not the bubbly self she normally was. “And it was wrong of me to insinuate that about you and Jun-Ho. It’s none of my business…”

He trailed off, his eyes eventually finding their own way down onto the large bruise she was weakly attempting to hide. It fixated him, and even in this moment, all he could think of was sucking and biting bigger and better marks into her neck. Clenching his jaw, he made eye contact with her once more. Her voice was quiet and low, finally mustering up the courage to speak. “It was a mistake… but you were right about Jun-Ho. You didn’t even have to say it… you just knew.”

He forced a small smile, his heart sinking at the admission. He knew. He always knew. But something about it being out in the open hit him right in the guts. Clearing his throat, he chose his next words very carefully. “The way he looks at you is-“

“The way you look at me, sir?” She cut him off, finally finding her voice. Colour drained from his face.

She knew. She fucking knew. My life is over.

Sang-Woo was speechless, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of anger or disgust. He knew he was in trouble now. He knew she could ruin him. Trying to deny it would be pointless. After all, he’d been staring at her blankly for far too long to dispute it now. Slowly reaching over, she brushed her fingers against his, resting on the smaller desk. A jolt of electricity shot from his finger tip all the way down to his cock and he jumped, snapping out of his stressed daydreaming state. His eyes landed on their hands just barely touching. She looked at him with both curiosity and hesitancy, concerned how he’d react.

Taking a deep breath, his fingers barely moved as he brushed back against her fingers before summoning the courage to gently place his hand on top of hers. She didn’t jolt or pull away like he’d secretly expected, not sure if what he was experiencing was a dream or not. Her fingers slowly closed around his hand and he revelled in the touch he’d been craving for the better part of 3 years.

“You’re a good guy, Sang-Woo. I’ve seen the way you look at me and I’ve seen the way you look at Jun-Ho. You don’t have to be jealous anymore…” standing up, she swung one leg over his thighs and wrapped her arms around his tense shoulders, sitting in his lap, face to face with him. His heart began to race as her scent engulfed him. His hips bucked upwards instinctively and his arms snaked their way around her waist so gently that he barely touched her, fingers brushing her skin. One hand gently rested against his cheek, and he leaned into her hand. His eyes remained transfixed with hers until she slowly dipped her head lower and lower, her breath fanning against his neck, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“You don’t need to worry… I’m not your student anymore.”

She punctuated her whisper with a small, gentle nip at his ear and that was it. Sang-Woo’s hand pushed her chin up so that she was face to face with him and, finally, he smashed his lips against hers. A small surprised moan escaped her lips, and he drank it down. His arms held her tightly, pulling her as close as he humanly could. His hands pawed at the skin covered by material, running the perimeter of her back before untucking her blouse from her skirt to let his hands travel up her back, dancing across the warm skin. It sent shivers down her spine, his short nails gently scraping down her body.

His fingers traced the clasp of her black bra, snapping it against her skin and eliciting a delicious moan from her, making her squirm in his lap and gently pushing against the bulge in his black dress pants. He groaned into her mouth at the friction, biting at her bottom lip and pulling it before trailing gentle but urgent kisses down her neck. He pressed several kisses to the broken capillaries forming the bruise on her soft skin. His mouth moved ever so slowly across the front of her neck, down to the collarbone exposed by her shirt, before drawing the line back up the other side of her neck. Her small moans and mewls only spurred him on more.

In one strong motion, he stood from the chair he was seated in and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her tightly as he lifted her into the air. He reconnected their lips and her hands tangled into his hair at the back, holding herself up against him. Sang-Woo laid her down on the empty row of desks, his large frame hovering over her small body as their lips danced and melted together. The perfume that once overwhelmed him now intoxicated him as he finally gave in to every desire he’d had for her since they first met.

His fingers nimbly popped each button undone before pushing her blouse back and admiring the beauty before him. His fingers then set to work on her skirt, finding the zipper before pulling it all the way down, the skirt falling open and leaving her in just her black bra and panties. His mouth began to water again as he pressed kisses from her collarbone, down the valley of her breasts, tenderly running kisses down the warm flesh of her stomach until he was sitting on his knees at the end of the table, staring up at the woman he’d obsessed over for years. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening. He couldn’t believe she actually wanted him the same way he wanted her. But sure enough, there she was; spread out against the desks, waiting for him to do whatever he pleased with her.

His fingers hooked into her panties and pulled them down, leaving him face to face with her pussy. He wasted no time, diving tongue first as if she was the most delicious meal to a man who’s ravenous. His strong hands pushed her thighs apart further as his tongue flicked and lapped at her clit, her back arching and perfect moans falling from her lips. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pushing him closer. He didn’t need to be told twice, his right hand moving off her thigh. His fingers crept their way up her body until they brushed her lips, asking to be taken in her mouth. She obliged, parting her lips and gently sucking at his fingers. He gently pulled the wet digits out of her mouth, using them to gently run up and down her folds before pushing one in and curling it upwards. Her body jolted, pulling a smirk onto his lips. He knew he was close. He slowly gently curled his finger, searching for the spot that he knew would send her flying, and when he found it, the cry she released was nothing short of heavenly to him.

He gently slipped the other finger in, massaging the spot he found while his tongue worked away at her clit. Her hands pulled and tugged on his hair enough to hurt, but he didn’t care. Her thighs tried to tense around his head but his other hand held her thigh in place as he continued his assault.

Sang-Woo felt her legs start to shake and he knew she was almost there for him. He added pressure to his fingers and quickened his pace and within seconds, a too-loud cry left her lips as she came crashing down around his fingers. He reacted quickly, withdrawing his fingers from her and slipping then between her lips as he covered her mouth with his hand. She whined at the loss but began to realise where it was they were actually doing this. They hadn’t stopped to think for one second. The University was still filled with people and at some point someone was going to have to use this lecture hall, but even with all that danger, the only thing Sang-Woo and Y/N could focus on was each other. There was no way in hell he was going to stop now, though.

She whined as he pulled away, dazed from the intensity of the orgasm he had allowed her to have. Sang-Woo, still fully dressed, quickly picked her up and carried her over to his desk; one more secluded from the line of sight of the door. One swoop of his arm cleared the surface off, and quickly undid her bra before he he laid her down one more time. His fingers made quick work of his shirt buttons, his shirt hanging open and exposing a toned chest and abdomen. Her finger reached over, gently tracing the lines of his gorgeous body as he speedily rid himself of his belt and pushed his dress pants and boxers down hastily, cock springing upwards.

She pulled herself up and slid off the desk onto her knees, but Sang-Woo was far too impatient at this point. He caught her, flipped her around so she was bent over his desk and pressed his body against her so she couldn’t move. “As much as I would love that, I’ve been waiting for this for way too long.” He growled into her ear from behind before lining himself up and pushing himself slowly inside.

She was so tight and wet that his legs almost gave way and he could have cum right there, but he bit his lip and powered through. His hips snapped back and forth, her hands bracing the wooden desk underneath her. He pushed her further onto the desk, pushing one leg up to rest on the table to hit a delicious new angle. Cries and moans left her lips involuntarily, and his hand took its place over her mouth again as his thrusts became more erratic the longer he held out.

Small pants left his lips as he felt the tension building up. His growls became groans the closer he got, and his hands dragged her body back into him in time with his thrusts. A few more thrusts had him filling her up with his cum without even being able to warn her.

He fell forward, both panting as he laid against her back. His head was spinning from how good it felt and he wasn’t ready to pull out just yet. He held her for a couple of minutes, slowly pulling out as his cock softened. Y/N was absolutely shattered. She knew her legs wouldn’t hold her; all she could do was lean against that desk and feel his cum slowly dripping down her thigh. Sang-Woo pressed gentle kisses to her shoulders as he redressed, buttoning his shirt back up after helping her with her clothes.

Gently helping her stand, he turned her around and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. “I really don’t want this to be a one time thing. I’ve wanted you for so long - I don’t think I can let go now.” His words were a whisper, a smile forming on her exhausted lips as her arms wrap around his waist and her head rests against his shoulder.

A knock at the door startled the pair, jumping apart before another teacher entered the hall to begin his lecture. As they prepared to go their separate ways, she slipped a small piece of paper into his hand. She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before she hastily departed; god forbid someone were to check the security cameras. Sang-Woo watched her walk away, a dopey smile on his face. Unfolding the little piece of paper she gave him, he found her phone number written neatly with a little heart on the end. He pondered, wondering if she may actually be the one for him. It didn’t matter though. Now they were just two people, free to be in love, and Sang-Woo simply couldn’t wait to start.

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[jeonselca]

Please please front man smut. Your smut is to die for and I’d love to see you write for him

games

ღ — pairing ; front man x player!f!reader [ SMUT ! ]

ღ — warning(s) ; manipulation , cockwarming , degradation , denial .

ღ — request ; yes no

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you nervously tapping your shoes on the floor , eyes scanning allover the hall as you stood close by to your bed , watching as everyone lining up to the exit door for their 4th game— everyone except for you .

ofcourse you felt bad .

because you know too damn well what is the next game .

but you were too wrapped around his finger . and you could do nothing about it

because you desperately need to be his .

a fainted yell could be heard, and you recognised it as gihun's voice, asking why aren't you lining up with them , but before you could do anything , you felt yourself getting dragged from behind , your face turning to the side and saw the pink triangle guard, looking down and nodding to you

this is it

the guards hold your wrist before dragging you with them, passing through the colourful and bright stairs that would often gave you headache , the memories of your first time bumping into him flashing through your mind,

oh how careless are you to accidentally got into the wrong stairs and room

but little did you know , that little meet up was going to save your life .

-

dead .

that was the other assumed you .

but here you are , giving every ounce of strength, working your ass up and down, sliding deliciously onto the front man's looking-angry red cock, his hand aggressively holding onto the head couch, head tilted to the back as he hold his moans from becoming louder, his eyes restraints on the way his cock is perfectly between your round ass ,

and before you could know , you felt yourself getting grabbed by the waist, the front man's hand hoisting you up before reluctantly pushing you down making your mouth turned into an 'o' shape, nothing seems to come out from your mouth as this was too much for you, and you need time to process the way his cock just perfectly sliding into your already wet cunt , thanks to you grinding onto him and managed to make him cum a few times,

and finally— finally

he is inside of you .

your heavy breathe was echoed through the control room, the front man's hand roamed around your body, his free hand hoisting your body closer to his, that you swore you can feel his heart beating behind of you,

''im quite upset that i can't see you..'' ''like this'' he muttered closed to your ears as he spread your legs wide enough to give whoever is infront of you a really great view, your breath getting heavier by the second as he doesn't make any effort to move his cock inside of you .

''i wish.. i could see this wet cunt of yours..but'' he was practically whispered into your ears, his hand roamed to your below just above your sopping cunt, before he let a slap onto your clit making you whine and squirming , his cock ever so often twitching inside of you begging for another release .

but he needs to hear you begging first .

''do you really deserve, to be eaten out... by me ?'' he spoke before he slightly thrust up his hips, enough for your body to stuttered at the pressure, leaving another harsh slap onto your clit, ''shh''

''please.. please move'' you managed to uttered the words, only for you to received yet another harsh slap on your clit, a moan escaping your lips at the very intense pleasure .

''don't fucking talk unless your superior say so'' he groaned, watching as your eyes fluttering, fighting the urge to close as you were too deep into your subspace, considering you had been edging that felt like hours .

the front man continously put his hand onto your thigh, sweetly and gently brushing his hand against your already sensitive skin, his sweet hummed could be heard beside your ears as he continued to play with you .

play

maybe you are not a part of the game anymore .

until you realised, you are a part of his game all along .

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[comegetyallvitamins]

𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔

⌦ genre: thirst/drabble, smut

⌦ pairing: the salesman x fem!reader

⌦ summary: short thirst about being the salesman's sidekick who distracts the soon to be players

⌦ WARNINGS: smut, sex as a form of manipulation ig, public sex acts, idk what else

⌦ word count: 522

⌦ 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃, 𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃𝚂/𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

MINORS DNI PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE REMEMBER, THERE ARE WARNINGS AND A KEEP READING FOR A REASON. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THESE KIND OF FICS PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN ACTIONS!

hello ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) imagine being the salesman's cute little sidekick, always standing pretty next to him as he recruits people for the games. you're somewhat of a distraction for the people trying to play ddakji, meant to throw them off their game and you did, you really really did with the way you would stand next to them in your pretty little skirt and tight top, exposing your pert nipples and braless tits, the soft globes would bounce whenever you cheered and it never failed to make someone's cock swell or pussy throb, including the salesman of course. you were such a tease with the way you would bend over to fetch their square for them, your skirt raising and exposing your perky ass to their hungry eyes before you would straighten up and hand them the paper with a smile growing on your plump glossy lips and a mischievous twinkle lighting up your eyes. the knowing smirk that the salesman sent them would always make them shift uncomfortably, ashamed at being caught staring at the mysterious mans partner.

after a while of the recruit only flipping the opposing square once, distracted by you and by the obvious strength of the man with the brief case, the salesman would wrap his arms around you from behind and slowly lift your skirt, exposing your lace covered pussy to them before dipping a hand into your panties and looking at them with a predatory gaze.

"if you can flip my square this time, you can do whatever you want with her."

at this point they didn't even care about the money that was offered beforehand, all they wanted to do was use your sweet body. they would try so desperately to flip his square, choosing the perfect position that they thought would flip it and mustering up all their strength, though the way they could see his hand rubbing your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear and the small whimpers that were leaving you distracted them greatly which led them to stutter and miss the target, leaving the square unflipped.

"too bad."

that's how it always went, they wouldn't succeed and they wouldn't get to touch you, instead just having to watch desperately as the salesman pulled his hand away from your pussy and licked your glistening juices off of his fingers.

after all that, after the salesman had handed them the card to join the game and the promised money, he would walk off with you skipping along his side, your small hand clutching his as you turned to give them one last cheeky grin before you both disappeared into the crowd of arriving passenger's, they would call the number in hopes of seeing the pretty girl who hadn't left their mind since they had met, though most would turn out with a much worse fate caused by the same pretty girl who had charmed and seduced them as well as the handsome stranger who carried a briefcase and seemed to be her boss, by the time they realised they were tricked it was far too late and you had long since moved onto the next victims.

a/n: i thought of this and just wrote it down idk if i like it yet lmao stay safe everyone byeeeeee ( う-´)づ︻╦̵̵̿╤── ❤-❤--❤-❤ \(˚☐˚”)/

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[justsoth1rsty]

oh please do something nsfw for sangwoo in game 🙏🙏🙏😫😫😫 I'll worship you until the end of times

I see i’m not the only thirsty one in this fandom-

Summary: Sang-woo losing his mind because of you and goes to the bathroom to ”relieve” himself.

Warnings: Masturbation, Getting caught ig, NSFW all around, also did not proof read this

Sang-woo groaned. He shouldn’t be thinking about you in that way, especially in this situation. This wasn’t the time to feel this way nor do activities like these. But you were just so irresistible with the swaying hips, the way you bend over, a devilish smirk on your lips as you teased him and the way you found any excuse to touch him ever so slightly. Which lead to him being frustrated, his thoughts filled with sinful thoughts carrying him away, mind clouded with lust.

His hands slowly pulled down his pants, not being able to resist the urge anymore before he looked down and groaned again. He was hard already. He quickly released his cock from his boxers, getting impatient with himself. Not to mention the guards could come at any moment to drag him back to the main room where he couldn’t do anything unless he was ready to get caught. But truthfully the thought excited him. Getting caught by yours truly before he’d bend you over and fuck you right there and then, filling you up with his cum while you helplessly whimpered his name, taking every inch of his cock inside you. And before he noticed what was happening, his hand hold a tight grip around him, stroking it slowly, his mind filled with more lewd imagines with you.

Soft groans left from his lips as he stroked his cock faster, his head leaning back, the waves of pleasure filling his body. His breathing sharpened and his grip tightened around himself. How he wished it was you touching his cock instead of himself. What if he just asked instead of imagining these scenarios. He whispered your name, eyes closed tight as he felt himself getting closer to an orgasm but pulled away, leaving his cock twitching for attention, pathetic whines of your name leaving from his lips again. Even his hips twitched along with his cock from the pleasure and denied orgasm, getting him on the edge and lifting him to a lustful bliss, not hearing the footsteps getting closer before it was too late.

And there you stood, a proud smirk on your face as you swung the door open upon hearing your name being called by him, fully exposing Sang-woo’s current state. His head now snapping back up, eyes wide and his cheeks burning red as he realized that it was too late to try to cover himself up or his cock. But as you stood infront of him, a hungry look plastered on your face, licking your dry lips, Sang-woo let out a breathy chuckle. Your state seemed to be just as bad as his, lust overpowering every other emotion and as in to prove it, you slowly took off your jacket, closing the door behind you as your fingers ever so slowly took a grip of his cock, massaging the tip as you leaned closer to his ear before whispering,

”I heard you calling for me. Now let me help you with that.”

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[squidgameswritings]

bathroom pt.2

PLEASE DO NOT USE MY WORK WITHOUT GIVING CREDIT

pairing(s): triangle guard x player!fem!reader

summary: a continuation of the last one shot (bathroom) this won’t make sense without reading the first one before this, y/n comes back from a game and has been hurt- she goes to the bathroom and meets the triangle guard there, things get very heated

warning(s): cunnilingus, fingering, oral (fem receiving), swearing, mature themes, mild praising, smut

a/n: i made this when people requested a pt. 2, i didn’t know whether to make this a lil’ fluffy or smutty- i chose the latter lol, enjoy cuties <3

date posted: 18.10.2021

you walked into the main room, exhausted after your last game. it was tug of war, and thankfully your team had won. only just.

your hands were red from the rope burn and they felt numb, however, whenever you would touch something it would sting like a heated iron was being pressed against your palm. to say you were in pain, would be an understatement. since your last meeting with the triangle guard you now saw him every day.

you'd get up at the same time each morning and go to the door, asking to go to the toilet. each time he would nod and open the door for you, leading you down the hallway to the toilets and once you get there, checking on how your wound was healing.

so far, it was healing pretty well and there was only the remnants of a scar in its place. it didn't hurt when you walked around or touched the area anymore, luckily lover boy had patched you up well enough for you to be okay until you get out of this hell hole.

even when your wound had healed, you'd still go to the bathroom at that very same time just so you could see him. from the make-out session you had last time you hadn't progressed much, just some more kissing here and there, little intimate actions.

but you hadn't gone all the way. maybe he was too afraid to hurt you or he wasn't ready, either way he hadn't said anything about it. you pushed your feelings aside, slumping down onto your bed and resting your hands in your lap.

you had watched him for long enough now to know when he gets off duty, so the guy stood in his spot right now isn't him. nonetheless, you still pout looking at where he's usually stood, deciding to go over there and ask if you can go toilet anyway so you can run some cold water over your hands.

you stand up off of your bed, walking to the doors and stopping in front of the guard that's standing in his spot. "can i go to the toilet please?" you ask politely, watching as he looks down at you, turning to face the other guards who look at him conspicuously.

"no. go sit back in bed." he grumbles, looking away from you.

"please, i'm desperate. i really need the toilet. if you don't let me go i'll just sit here and bother you." you respond, crossing your arms and frowning up at him.

"do whatever you want. you can wait, you're not going toilet right now." he says in a monotone voice.

so you do as he says. whatever you want. you sit down next to him and cross your legs, tapping the floor with your fingertips and thinking out loud. "do you have a piss kink or something? is that why you never let us go to the toilet? do you enjoy watching people suffer?” you ask loudly, tilting your head up at him.

"what the hell are you doing? no i don't have a piss kink." he defends himself quickly, grumbling out at you as the other guards look at you, some of them snickering to each other.

"so....what's the next challenge gonna be? who can last without going to the toilet the longest??" you snigger.

"for fucks sake." you hear him mutter underneath his breath, cursing you out.

the door opens and another guard walks in, he's about to say something but then he sees you sat on the floor and he looks at the guard you're talking to confused. "she wants to go to the toilet. i said she'll have to wait. so she sat down here and now she's babbling on about piss kinks and challenges." he grunts, shaking his head.

"well i'll take her to the toilet then." the other man says, holding the door open.

you don't register his words until a few seconds later. then you hop up and walk out the door, waiting for him to escort you to the toilets. he talks to the other guy for a moment in a hushed tone, then he comes into the hallway, walking off to the toilets already as you follow him.

"why did you want to go to the toilet?" the guy asks. his voice sounds familiar, like someone you know.

wait. it can't be, triangle guy??

"i hurt my hands in tug of war." you mumble, waiting to see if he's concerned. because if he is, then it's him.

"how bad?" he asks turning to you, looking down at your hands. when he notices the red burns he sighs, pulling you aside into a corner of the hallway. "didn't i tell you to be careful?" he says in a whispery tone.

"so it is you?!" you squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging onto him as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"you're lucky the cameras can't see us here sweetheart," he starts, chuckling at your touchy nature. he rests your back against one of the walls so you're stable as he grips onto the globes of your ass. "show me your hands." he mumbles, letting you pull his mask off of him and rest it between you.

you lift your hands up to show him and he tuts, kissing the palm of each one softly and giving you a peck on the lips. "i was gonna run some cold water over them since they're stinging." you explain, pulling his mask back on and letting him put you down as he fixes himself up.

then he continues to walk to the bathroom and you follow, knowing the only place you two can interact for a long time is in there. "good girl. go inside and run your hands under cold water until i come in. i've got to make this look believable first." he mumbles as you reach the bathroom door, turning around and guarding the door once you go in.

you do as you're told and run your hands under the cold water, waiting for him to come in. finally, you hear the familiar squeak of the hinges on the door and he walks in, putting his gun aside and grabbing the first-aid kit. "did you do good in the challenge?" he asks, taking his mask off and setting it aside, pulling his hood down and opening up the first-aid kit.

"just barely. i really thought we were gonna lose for a minute." you respond, your eyes following his hands as he takes his gloves off and puts them with his mask, getting some paper towels and ointments out of the kit.

"the next game is marbles. try and make sure you don't have a partner but if there's an even number of people to pair up with, go with the one you're the least close to, 'kay?" he explains, picking you up and sitting you on a sink after switching the tap off and drying your hands with the paper towels. as he puts some ointment on the cotton pads and smothers your hands in it, you pout, frowning at the thought of watching more people die.

"don't look so down princess. you know i can't do anything to stop this, but i can protect you, right? as long as you do as i say and stick to everything i tell you, you're gonna make it out of here just fine. tell us about what you're gonna do when you get outta here." he responds, nodding his head towards you.

you think for a moment before starting to speak. "i'm gonna pay off all my families leftover debts, then we're gonna get a house and move in and get loads of nice furniture for it. we're gonna get some cool ass jobs that we like and have some kids. then we can look after them all the time cause' we have enough money to support us for the rest of our lives even without a job." you finish, giving a small smile and ruffling up his hair with a hand that's already been bandaged.

"that's about right cutie." he grins, looking up at you once he's finished bandaging the other hand and standing up. he rests his hands on your thighs, rubbing softly up and down on them.

he connects your hands together and leans into you, connecting your lips together and stopping when he hears you whimper. “what’s wrong baby?” he asks concerned.

“it’s just- ah- my hands” you mumble, pulling them away from his and resting them on your thighs.

“i’m sorry, i forgot- if you’d let me i want to make it up to you for not making sure you don’t get hurt.” he offers, bringing your hands up to his face and stroking them delicately; placing a kiss on each of them before he turns them around and kisses each of your knuckles.

“of course, i’m all yours.” you respond, smiling at him.

“good.” he mumbles, sliding your jacket off of you and pulling your t-shirt above your head. he places open-mouthed kisses along your chest, leaving love bites in his wake and unclipping your bra in one swift motion.

he throws the lace aside, taking a nipple between his lips and sucking on it. he toys around with the bud using his tongue and suckles on the flesh around it, leaving love bites all across your chest. you moan at the warmth of his mouth against your skin, tugging on his hair for more.

he fastens his pace, using his hand to tug and pull at the other nipple, massaging your breast afterwards. he leaves a last few licks at your nipple, moving downwards where he kisses the scar on your waist and holds onto you. “can i?” he asks breathlessly, tugging at the waistband of your sweatpants.

you nod your head, letting him lift your waist up and pull the clothing down off of your legs. your trainers and other clothing items are also taken off and the only thing left is your panties. he litters your thighs with kisses, pulling your panties down off your legs and stuffing them in his pocket.

“m’ya gonna spread those pretty legs for me?” he asks looking at you.

“yes.” you whimper, opening your legs for him as the cool air hits your cunny.

he buries his face in-between your legs immediately, eating you out like it’s his last meal. he gives a long lick up your stripe, sucking on your clit and dipping his tongue in and out of your hole briefly.

“you taste so good,” he moans, vibrations fluttering against your lower lips making you cry out and throw your head back. you arch your back unconsciously and slide your hands into his hair, resting them there.

he delves his tongue deeper into your hole until you’re tilting forward further and practically riding his face. your hips stutter against his mouth as you breathe heavily, your eyes fluttering shut at the euphoric feeling.

“c’mon look at me baby” he groans, and your eyelids open immediately. your eyes meet with his and you whimper. feeling your walls tighten around the muscle that’s barely satisfying your thirsty hole, you whine.

“want your fingers.” you barely manage to get out. before you can even process his movements, he moves his other hand to your pussy and he slides a finger through your folds. they’re covered in slick as he dips them into your hole, moving his ring finger and middle finger in and out at a steady pace.

you let out more moans as he moves to suck on your clit, picking up the pace of his fingers and hitting spots you’ve never been able to reach before yourself. he abuses the spongey spot as soon as he finds it, his fingers slamming in and out of you now.

“i’m gonna cum.” you choke out, slight tears streaming down your face at the brutal pace of his fingers and mouth.

“come on, cum on my fingers pretty girl.” he encourages, groaning against your clit and feeling the bulge in his pants become almost painful.

he was so close to busting in his pants at the sight of you before him. head thrown back as you thrusted your hips into him, your lip captured between your teeth and the heavenly sounds leaving your mouth.

with one last nip at your clit combined with the praises slipping out of his mouth you feel the knot in your stomach release, your head dizzy as you finally cum. he slows the pace of his fingers down, letting you ride them through your high.

when you finally calm down, you open your eyes, looking down to see his face covered in your slick. his fingers too. he licks his fingers off and you pass him a paper towel to clean his face.

“was that good?” he asks smiling, giving you a brief kiss on the lips and pulling back to watch you.

“that was more than good.” you smile back, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in to him. he chuckles at you, smoothing his hands over your waist and caressing the bare skin softly.

“you better be careful with your hands, i spoke to the guys at the door. they know to let you go to the toilet now whenever you need alright?” he explains, picking up your bra and slipping it back on you. he clips it on and adjusts it so it sits properly, sliding your t-shirt on afterwards.

he picks your socks up, bending down and putting them on as he leaves loving kisses at your calfs. taking your underwear out his pocket, he starts to hook them onto your legs before you stop him. “hm?” he asks curiously.

“keep them, a gift from me.” you grin, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth. he pulls the lace underwear off of your legs and stuffs them in his pocket at this. leaning towards you, he nuzzles his head into your neck and thanks you as he nips at your neck.

after placing a few soft kisses at your neck he pulls away and picks your sweatpants up, getting them half-way up your legs before you jump down off the sink so he can pull them the rest of the way up.

you bend down and pick your jacket up, pulling it on you before turning to face the mirror and fixing your hair up. he stands close behind you, pressing himself up against you and holding your waist to him.

“pretty baby.” he mumbles against you, his breath hitting the back of your neck.

you reach over to get his gloves, his mask too before turning around to face him. you put his mask on and pull his hood up, clicking the mask in place as he holds onto your waist. he holds his hands out to you, enabling you to slide his leather gloves on easily as you kiss the forehead of his mask.

“we gotta go handsome, you’ll have fun with my little gift won’t you?” you ask rhetorically, resting your hands on his chest and giving him a cheeky smile.

“oh you bet i will, pretty.” he mumbles, a smirk underneath his mask as he playfully slaps your ass and walks in front of you.

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[gurlbesimpin]

random gihun simping cuz i can :D

here's his smile to brighten your day! <3

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[saebyeokslefttoe]

holy sins

summary: you a raging queer are forced to attend a christian summer camp and find yourself falling for the pastor’s daughter, ji-yeong. things take a turn when she feels the same way.

a/n: this one’s for my religious trauma. back when i used to think i was gonna burn in hell. this is for my parents' pastor who keeps teaching that you should disown your child if they ever turn out gay. this is for my fellow readers who are figuring/questioning your sexuality. you’re valid, and i love you no matter who you like to kiss <3

warnings: d/s dynamic, mommy kink, nsfw, modern au! squid game never existed.

you had no intention to attend your church's summer camp. everyone in the youth group knew no one went to learn about "our savior jesus christ." in fact, everyone who went were either children of pastors, horny bastards, or were forced by their religious parents.

you were part of the last group. your parents forced you to attend; apparently, your faith had been lagging lately. you needed "guidence." your dull-dense parents couldn't get the hint that you no longer wanted to be a part of the church.

but why? it was simple. you were a sinner, and you weren't going to change. every single sunday, pastor yeong would preach about the deadliest sins, including homosexuality, tricksters, and witchcraft. but didn't god see all sins the same?

why was it that a murderer or an abuser could be received with open arms, but if you fancy the same gender, you'll burn in the pits of hell? it was complete bullshit. you grew up hating yourself, thinking there was something wrong with you. and for what? to please some enchanting god?

was kissing a girl so bad? was it so wrong to want to fall in love, to have someone by your side? was it sinful to want to slow dance under the moonlight with a pretty girl in your arms? if it was so bad, why did it feel so good? why did it feel good to stare at the pastor's daughter ji-yeong from afar?

you noticed every single small detail about her how she rolled her eyes whenever the youth pastor began preaching or how she cracked her knuckles whenever she got bored. you noticed her orange/yellow highlights, which seemed to glow under the summer sun. the only thing you could do was stare, mesmerized by all her beauty.

you never thought she would notice you; nevertheless, talk to you. after all, she was the pastor's daughter. she most likely believed burning the gays was a good thing. little did you know, she also stared when you weren't looking.

"do you always stare or?" ji-yeong looked down at you as she gently tilted her head.

"what?" your train of thoughts were popped and had ji-yeong standing right in front of you. you didn't notice when she walked your way, and i guess you were lost in your own thoughts.

"oh, sorry. i wasn't staring. i was just thinking." you lied.

"thinking about what?" she questioned, taking a seat next to you on the wooden stairs.

"how this camp fucking sucks." you replied, as you played with your beaded bracelets. "no offense."

"none taken." ji-yeong spoke, resting her chin on her hand. "i agree, all the interesting people are nowhere to be found."

you took a small look at the girl beside you as you nodded. "well, a church camp doesn't attract interesting people."

"are you calling me boring?"

"i never said that."

"but you implyed it."

"did not."

"did too."

"did not!"

"did too!"

"don't you have a group to preach too?" you spoke sarcastically.

"don't you have someone else to stare at?" ji-yeong replied, with a playful grin.

"like if i would ever stare at you." you rolled your eyes playfully. not only was she pretty, but also cheeky with a sense of playfulness. what more could you ask for?

"whatever you say." ji-yeong stood up from her seat.

"in a matter of fact, i actually do have a group to preach too." she half-smiled. "i'll see you around, bambi." ji-yeong spoke as she walked off.

things were about to get exciting.

ever since your small but pleasant interaction with ji-yeong, you found yourself spending time with her. first, it was the invitation to go swimming in the lake, and you accepted and ended up playing mermaids with ji-yeong. you had a blast.

then ji-yeong asked if you wanted to be on her team for sharks and minnows. you agreed, ji-yeong got to the shark and tackled you into the grass. you still remember the small sly smirk on her face as she spoke, "i got you, bambi. you're a slow runner."

you two sneaked out of your cabins to meet up by the lake or the camp's garden under the moonlight to solely talk. you learned a lot about ji-yeong. you learned that she pierced her nose and nearly gave her father a heart attack. you also learned that her father wasn't a good person.

you tried comforting her, but she assured you that it was fine. it was clearly not fine. you made sure to give her a helping hand, as well as make her a friendship bracelet.

ji-yeong learned a lot about you too. she discovered that you had no interest in being a christian. she didn't blame you; in fact, she felt the same way. she also learned that your parents were the worse, forcing religion on you. telling you that the end of times are coming soon.

"i'm assuming you got in trouble with your parents for them to throw you into this shithole." ji-yeong spoke, as she sat on the grass, playing with it. it was late, and it was around maybe three am.

you felt a breeze of cold air, making you shiver. "yeah, i did. i guess my faith was malfunctioning.. it was either that or.. nevermind." you cut yourself off, and you were not about to out yourself. well, at least not yet.

ji-yeong noticed your shivers; she zipped down her brown, colored sweater, taking it off as she handed it to you. "what's with the whole mystery? you're not an ax murderer, or are you?" she chuckled.

you couldn't help but let out a small laugh as you took her sweater, putting it on. "oh no! you've learned my secret. it's better that i take you out." you played around.

"take me out on a date?"

"wait what.." you trailed off.

"i'm joking. lighten up, bambi."

"will you stop calling me that."

"nope!" ji-yeong smiled as she looked at the glowing moon. "if you could go anywhere with anyone where would you go?"

you thought for a few seconds before replying. "far away from here. somewhere peaceful and where i can be who i am. perharps a small village or the countryside. i would run away with my girlfriend, or partner." you explained.

yes, you were aware that you came out to ji-yeong, but a part of you was eager to do so. ji-yeong wasn't the judging type, or at least she never judged you.

a smile crawled up onto ji-yeong face as she proudly nodded. "sounds like a good plan."

"what about you?" you questioned.

"i want to leave this country. somewhere more accepting, maybe an island or california in the united states. i would buy a house, a cat, and i would fall in love. my lover, they would be sweet, kind, funny, and they would give good head too."

"ji-yeong!" you gasped, widening your eyes.

"what? i'm just being honest. don't you want a girlfriend who gives good head?" she questioned casually.

you shrugged, "i guess you're right."

"i'm always right." ji-yeong took a small glace at your lips.

"have you ever kissed a girl?" she blurted out.

you turned your head facing her as you nodded. "yeah, i have. i've had lots of practice."

"good to know." she spoke as she faced you.

"why's that?"

"i can think of many ways you can use that mouth."

that's what all it took. the air was now filled with sexual tension. you could feel the urge to touch her. the only problem was if you did, anyone could walk out of their cabins and see you, but you didn't care. your eyes were filled with lust and desperation. before you knew it, ji-yeongs lips were on yours.

you get pulled on top of ji-yeong, now straddling her lap. “you are the most beautiful person i ever saw,” ji-yeong whispers, as she presses little kisses along your jawline.

ji-yeong plays with the hem of your shirt before unbuttoning it. “wow, no bra, this is all for me?” you blush at her comment, cupping her face as you pull her in a deep lustful kiss.

ji-yeong pulled away as she tilted her head slightly. "i asked you a question, bambi. i expect you to answer it." her soft hands play with the edge of your shorts, gliding her hands up and down the crevasses of your hips.

you let out a small whimper, "yes, it's all for you, only you babe." you grind your hips down to meet her soft thigh.

"someone's needy." ji-yeong teased.

"only for you."

ji-yeong flipped you over, her hand still grasping you by the hips. you were now under her. she was in control. she licks over your sensitive nipple. gently massaging your breasts with her soft palms. ji-yeong lips are wrapped around your nipple, causing your back to arches out in pleasure. “feels so good," you moan.

"you have to be quiet, we wouldn't like the camp to know how much of a whore you are. or would we?" ji-yeong ridiculed, moving down her hands, rubbing your inner thighs, pulling down your shorts. ji-yeong looks in awe of the sight of your soft cotton panties. “you look so pretty all needy under me,” she praises.

"may i?" ji-yeong signals to your panties. all she wanted was to tear them off.

you gave her a small nod, not a moment wasted, ji-yeong gently pulled down your panties.

"stop teasing, it's not fair." you whined. you felt your clit throbbing for attention.

soon enough, you felt ji-yeong finger finding your arousal, gliding gently down your exposed cunt. you eventually get the contact you so much desired when she goes down to lick your clit, flicking in an upwards motion. her hands pressed your hips down to keep you in place while she sucked on your clit. you squirm under her.

"bambi, you have to stay still for me, i'm trying to make you feel good." you nod as you try to stay still as much as you can.

she licks up your slit, letting go of you to press two fingers in your clit. jiyeong curls her fingers up, receiving more moans out of you. “you’re so wet for me.” she teases, as your cheeks heat up, legs clenching.

her fingers dive deep into you once more, bringing you close to your orgasm. the cold breeze blew through ji-yeong hair, making it sway across the side of her face. she looked like a sex god.

“i'm really close love,” you blubber out.

ji-yeong was now rubbing circular motion on your clit. "come for me,” she moans out. with one final pump of ji-yeong fingers, you are unraveling under her. your release spreads across her fingers as you breathe heavily.

you guys both fall back down, lying next to each other.

ji-yeong looks over you, "we're definitely going to hell."

you couldn't help but chuckle. "most likely, yeah. as along as i'm with you, i'll be alright."

ji-yeong reached over, grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers together. "does this make me your girlfriend?"

i guess summer camp wasn't bad after all.

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[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

SQUID GAME SALESMAN MASTERLIST:

TW: dark content, noncon/dubcon elements.

[a/n]: I portray Salesman as a manipulative, possessive, condescending gaslighter so be wary of that. But if you follow me that's exactly what you're into :) also lol the best way to go through this M-list is actually to go back-wards, so like from No. 7 to No.1 but you can do whatever you want.

1. [jealous! salesman drabble]

2. [ exhibitionist! salesman]

3. [ facefucking! Salesman]

4. [salesman daddy ask]

5. [possessive salesman]

6. [smut/dubcon]

7. [salesman! recruits you FIC]

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[forihavesinnedxx]

Scintilla

The Salesman (Squid Games) x Reader

As the train pulls up at the station, your head jerks a little breaking you out of your uncomfortable albeit routine nap. You take in your surroundings, trying to shake off your groggy self. The automated female voice repeats your station on the speaker.

You stand up on your feet and start dragging your dead-beat body out of the train, your bag dangling from your elbow. The train’s door closes soon, you being the last person to step out of the train. You take a deep breath as the air around you gets excited from the building momentum of the train leaving the station- the air seeps into your hair and lifts it up gently.

Today has been a perfectly bad day for you, some doofus bumped into you making you spill your coffee on your favorite white shirt as you were making your way into the office, two guys on your team decided to bail because of which you had to pick up the slack, and on top of that Do Hye-ji (the lady who occupies the desk next to you) decided to play loud music without her headphones on.

The station is almost empty ‘cept for the last few people who are climbing the stairs to get to the main road. You lift your bag up to your shoulder and start making your way towards the exit slowly.

You can hear your heels clicking on the ground but with that, you hear the crisp strike of a palm against someone’s cheek. You whip your head around to see what this was all about.

You slowly start making your way towards the direction of the sound. You see a man dressed in a sharp grey-colored classic single-breasted two-button suit with his hair resting neatly on his head. Is he in trouble? You think to yourself while walking slowly towards him. Your vision slowly clears off as you pass the pillar which was obscuring it earlier.

You see him lift his hand up and slap the person, supposedly drunk, with full passion. Your eyes blow wide. No, wait. He IS trouble.

An abusive and a drunkard. Great. You slowly turn around and start moving back towards the exit when you hear the slap again. You turn around and quickly put yourself in between both the men.

“Hey, what’s your problem big guy?” You asked him. Even if drunk, this man had no right to be punished like that by this, by this guy.

You take in his appearance more vividly now that he was present right in front of you. Your brain uttered a small Holy Shit as you noticed how exceptionally perfect his face was. Nevertheless, you shake your head to break yourself out of this line of thought: Focus yn, he’s a bully.

You slightly raise your chin up at him in defiance. He almost looked amused, or maybe that’s what he looks like? It’s almost natural on him, you can’t tell.

He gives you the sincerest smile and politely tells you, “Miss. This is between me and him.”

You point your finger at him accusingly, “No. You’re slapping him one-by-one. You bully!”

His eyes do a quick scan of your body, lingering slightly longer on the coffee stain in the middle of your shirt. He notices the sunken eyeballs in your face, your disheveled hair inside a ponytail with a few escaped strands lining your face. He finalizes you as a hard-working woman making her way through this bustling city. He concludes he has nothing to do with you.

He clears his throat and calmly tells you to leave. You roll your eyes and turn on your heel, inspecting the beaten-up man in question, “Are you okay, sir?” The man looks up at you angrily, and pushes you away with brute force, “Stop coming in between me and my money!!” You stumble back and slightly hit your shoulder against the pillar, your face shrinking in pain.

“Hey you! Let’s play again.” He slurs at the suited guy, who in turn steps closer to him. He lifts his hand and lands a huge slap across his face. You look at both the men in complete horror. The slap was so loud- it almost echoes in the subway station.

The suited guy politely smiles at the drunkard, “For the previous game. You should leave. Now.” His tight smile almost faltering straight into a straight threatening line at the last word.

The drunkard scuttles away mumbling some random abuses at you two. The salesman walks up to you and helps you get up, “Miss, are you okay?” Looking up at him up close, you notice the beauty radiating off his perfectly clear skin, you can almost see his pours. Upon realizing your ogling, you quickly scoot away a little mumbling a small, “I’m alright. Thank you.”

He looks down at you and raises his eyebrows slightly, “I told you not to interfere.”

You dust your skirt at the back and roll your eyes at his remark, “Yeah? You think you’re so smug that you can get away with anything, don’t you?” You speak tilting your head up to meet his eyes, hands crossed on your chest.

He gives you his well-versed annoyingly charming smile, “Well, he was a potential client and was willingly engaging in this transaction.”

You speak with furrowed eyebrows, “Client? My foot. You’re just a sick freak who takes pleasure in someone’s else misery.” He tilts his head slightly, “I’m just doing my job.”

You scoff at his response, “By playing ddakji and slapping people around? Yeah, sure.”

With a teasing glint in his eyes, he says, “Yes. Would you like to entertain me for a match since you made me lose a potential client?”

You shake your head in disbelief and mutter a small, “You are a sick freak.” And before he could reach to open his briefcase, you turned around on your heels and walked away. He looked at you amusingly before packing away his cards and locking his briefcase again.

A month later, you find yourself taking the same routine 8:10PM train to get to your home, just as you always do. You step out breathing in the air that whirls around you as the train leaves the station.

You suddenly hear the same slapping sound from the opposite platform, and when you whip your head around to see whats causing all of this, you notice him slapping a woman this time. You yell from the opposite side of the platform, “Heyy you!!”

You try to run to him, after catching the stairs and crossing the platform. Of course, he had seen you already. He gently passed the card to the woman muttering something to her. He casually walks over to you and gives you the same smile, “Hello Miss. How are you doing tonight?”

You look at the woman behind him, her face reddened and blood trickling down the right corner of her mouth.

You ask in disbelief, “Why ..why do you do something like this? What do you have over them? Why would they do this to themselves?”

He carefully studies your expression and with slightly encouraging upward tilts of his eyebrows, he speaks, “would you like to find out?” He grinned and scoffed jokingly, and walked closer to the platform, waiting for the next train to pull up at the station.

Something snaps inside of you. All throughout the month you have been bustling you ass at work, and when the world came around after 30 rotations, you are still in the same position, you realize. You are always stuck in the same loop, you see all these things happening around you and you think you are making a change, but in reality, you’re just a scam. You are nothing. You are a nobody.

You groan and your helplessness, you are angry. You need to change things, you need to break out of the status quo.

You start moving along the little crowd which is getting into the train. He sees you in his periphery and stays right at his spot. People are getting and out of the train cart and the commotion is lost around the both you. You’re still looking in the front, and so is he.

“Let’s play.”

The train doors close, and it starts exiting the station quickly, moving your hair with it as he turns to look at you with his practiced smile, but you can see a slight dangerous glint in his eyes like he was almost expecting for this to happen. It almost excites you for a second. Break out of the status quo and this is where you will start.

You follow him to near the wall. He sets his briefcase on the bench, opening it he speaks, “The rules are simple-“

You cut him off showing him your palm, “It will be on my terms.” You say to him without any expression on your face. He raises his eyebrows in amusement and looks at you, back straightening up which was earlier hunched over his opened briefcase, he nods a little, nudging you to continue

“If I win, you will stop doing this to people.”

He raises his eyebrows and smiles, slightly wider than his practiced one. You know he’s being cocky, you have always seen him slapping the other person- not the other way around. He wins, perhaps almost every time. But you have never been one to back out of something you went into voluntarily. He slightly licks at his lower lip,

“And if you lose, you pay with your body.”

You hesitate for a split second before you say, “You got it.”

You knew if they had a tournament for this sport, he would definitely be the MVP of it. But if a pawn is played right, you thought to yourself, it can even become a queen. You had played this game when you were little with your brothers. Of course, that had been so innocent and naïve. Although you think how much fun it would have been slapping your big brothers around as they succumbed to it. You giggle at the thought and then quickly shake your head getting back to the situation at hand.

You should be scared, and if you were in your right mind, you would run as fast as you could without turning back to look at this man. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel excited. You haven’t felt this thrill of the unknown in such a long time, you almost feel your heart pumping in feel rigor.

Needless to say, he toppled your card on his first try. Then bent down to give you your card with a cocky smile plastered on his face, “Your turn.”

You take the card and stomp it on the ground with force. Everything happens in slow motion for you. You topple his card…twice. So essentially, it still lands face down. You lost. So much for breaking the status quo.

You find your thoughts running wild, trying to find a way out of this. You could always contest this, because technically the plank did flip, albeit twice. You could argue it’s a draw and you should take one more go at it. You know you can say something.

As if reading your thoughts, he takes one step closer to you, still standing at an arm’s length. You look up at his face, you know you can’t say anything to him. You put yourself in this situation and now you will pay the price. You nod slowly and murmur a small okay as your gaze travels slowly to his arms then to his palm.

“Let’s do this.”

You take a deep breath and brace yourself. As he lifts his hand a little, you squeeze your eyes shut in the anticipation of the impending whackk!! that’s supposed to ring your ears.

A second passes, then another. It doesn’t come.

You open one eye and then the other. You are greeted by a tie knot right in front of your eyes. You move your eyes up and look at him, standing so close to you. You blink a couple of times away, trying to act normal as if your heart is not beating too fast, as if his proximity doesn’t have you completely fazed and jittery inside.

When you realize you’re squinting up at him, your eyes flutter and you look away and murmur a soft, “I thought I had to pay with my body.”

He looks down at you, his gaze intent on your face. He steps impossibly closer, still not touching you anywhere. You can smell his cologne mixed with his sweat, it’s so faint and mellow, you think you could easily fall asleep just remembering it.

He lifts his hand and gently brushes his thumb over the cheek you had presented to him earlier. His thumb is dry and rough against your skin, his touch is soft as if he’s carefully examining your skin texture. Your breath hitches at the contact. Your eyes shift from the seemingly interesting subway pillar back to his face, craning your neck up a little.

He bends down slowly and tilts his head as your eyes are blown wide at what is transpiring right in front of you. He twists his neck a little and kisses your cheek at the same spot where he had touched earlier. He lingers there for a while and murmurs in a voice that is deep and quiet at the same time,

“You’re far too precious for that.”

With that, he steps back grinning wide while you stand there in utter shock. Your eyes flutter bringing you back to the station because you were clearly floating somewhere else just before. You look up at him at his face, he takes a few steps backward with a smile on his face as the next train pulls up. He nods a little gesturing a goodbye and steps into the train while you stand there still dumbfounded finally letting out the breath you were holding in.

Your cheeks are flushed, and your heart is beating fast. But in your memory, there is just one clip playing in a loop, his smile. A genuine one at that.

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[maedrama]

Junho x roleplaying cop and criminal

Him cuffing you to the bed and punishing you 😈😈

so so sorry that this is so late, i just logged back into tumblr after taking brake.

Refusal

includes dom!junho, sub!reader, female!reader, roleplay, cop-criminal roleplay, handcuffs, squirting, pet names, tipsy writting.

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you walked slowly through the gravel, listening to the crunch of the rocks underneath your feet. a breeze rippled through your hair, causing your skin to form goosebumps at the cold night air. the sky was a pretty shade of dark blue, making the stars dance across the smooth hue like a giant ballroom full of princesses. as you took a breath, admiring the night's color, you heard another set of footsteps behind you.

korea was a crowed place, so this didn't phase you much. you usually took nightly walks to clear your head, so you were used to running into people on your way. but as seconds passed, the footsteps kept getting closer to you.

you instices took over you as you turned around to face whoever has been following you. just as you turned around you were faced with a bright flashlight shinging into your face.

you squinted, your arm quickly shooting up to cover your eyes.

"do you know how late it is, ma'am?" a deep voice spoke loudly.

you stood there, shocked.

"n-no, not at the moment."

it took you a moment before your eyes fixated on the viridian unifrom behind the bright light. a police officer?

"it's two in the morning. curfew started about two hours ago. how far do you live from here?"

"what curfew? i've never heard of a curfew." you protested.

you eyed the officer suspiciously, watching as he turned the light off.

"ma'am, please allow me to walk you home. you need to be inside."

the officer reached out his hand, watching your face contort into disgust. you tugged your arm away quickly, stepping back.

"no. i don't need to do anything. i've been out this late everynight for three years, and not once have i had a curfew problem." you exclaimed.

the man sighed, stepping towards you.

"i'm an officer, i know the rules. and the rules are," he leaned into your face, his breath fanning your cheeks. "everyone needs to be inside by midnight."

you swallowed thickly, the closeness of this unknown man making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. it was dark, but you could see a glimpse of his face from the dim light of a near by streetlight. he was atractive from what you could see.

"you can't arrest me for being out late. it's not against the law, i'm a grown woman." you stood your ground, crossing your arms.

he scoffed at you, chuckling darkly at your stubborness.

"actually," he reached down to his belt, getting his handcuffs ready. "i can arrest you."

with that, the pushed you against the wall lightly, tugging your hands behind your back. he clasped the metel in his hands before tightening them around your wrists. he tried his best to be gentle, something as beautiful as you needed it.

"for what? i didn't do anything wrong." you yelled, tugging on the handcuffs.

he only groaned as he pushed you away from the wall.

"refusal."

--

"why are you taking me here? don't i have to go to the police station?" you asked, watching as he reached into your coat pocket before grabbing your set of keys.

"like i said," he pushed the house key into the lock. "you need to be at home."

at the same time he turned the key, he wrapped his other arm around your waist, pushing your into the door as it opened. you gasped at the action, surprised at how aroused you've gotten.

within seconds, he pinned you to the door, closing it with his foot.

"you're a pretty thing, aren't you? so soft and nice." he whispered to you, watching your eyes as he did so.

you would be lying if you said that this didn't turn you on, because oh boy it did. your could feel yourself getting more and more horny each word he spoke. once again, your insticts took over causing you to lean into his lips, making them brush against each other.

"needy too? how precious."

the officer closed the gap between the two of you, his tongue imediately darting across your bottom lip. before you could get into the kiss more, he pulled away from you. you whined at the loss of contact.

"take me to the bedroom." he whispered, grabbing hold of your arm.

you thought for a moment, wondering if it was such a great idea. but this could only happen to someone very lucky, so you agreed.

nodding, you lead the way to the back of your house, your stomach feeling like a zoo full of butterflies.

once you reached the room, you swore you could feel your pussy do a cartwheel.

"i'm going to uncuff you so you can undress." he softly said, reaching the key out of his chest pocket.

you nodded at him, watching as his skilled fingers unlocked the metal traps.

imediately, you began taking your coat off, watching him as you let the thick fabric pool behind you. his eyes focused on your clothed breasts, eager to touch the bear skin.

"fuck, you're so sexy, baby." he whispered under his breath, his pants becoming tight from his erection.

you smile slighty at him, a blush spreading across your cheeks as you start to lift your shirt above your head.

his breath hitched in his throat as he sees your breast bounce out of the shirt. your nipples harden at the air, causing a gasp to leave his mouth.

"please, princess, hurry up and take your pants off. i need you." he almost moaned.

you roll your eyes playfully at him, nearly giggling at how his character faded so fast. he watched the bold action from you, his ego bubbling back up.

"don't get so cocky, because after those pants are off, you're getting handcuffed to the bed."

your smile was replaced with a look of guilt. you leaned down peeling your pants off of your legs, kicking them off your feet.

"panties too." he instructed.

you nodded, disgarding the last peice of clothing before climbing onto the bed. you laid flat on your back with your hands aligned with the bed posts, ready for him to restrict them.

"so obedient." he chuckled, cluching the cuffs in his hands as he walked towards you.

he took your right wrist in his hand, before reaching over and grabbin your left. you watched in awe as he hooked the handcuffs around the bed frame, before tightening the metal around both of your wrists.

"now, you're all mine to use." he sighed out, before climbing onto the bed.

your naked body aroused him so much, just the sight could get him off. he decided to keep his unifrom on, trying to stay into the role. he undid his pants, sliding them down to his thighs, his boxers along with it.

"you're already so wet. what a naught slut, getting wet from strangers."

you moaned at his words, loving the way he degraded you.

"bet you want me cock in there so badly. don't you baby?" he asked.

you nodded at him, bucking your hips up at him. he laughed at your desperate attempt, before alingning himself with your enterance.

the skin on skin contact, imediately made his shudder as he gently pushed himself into you.

you gasped at the stretch, your wetness making it so easy for him to slide in and out.

"fuck, that feels so good, junho." you moaned, arching your back.

he smiled at you, focusing on the way his cock felt inside of your tight walls. junho couldn't help but feel his release already. he felt ashamed that he was going to cum so quickly, something that has never happened before.

"fuck, baby, i think i'm gonna cum soon." he groaned.

you whined in return, feeling your own orgasm aproaching.

"me too."

it was unusual for the both of you to cum to quickly, you always came first but it took a little longer than this. it was very suprising to the both of you.

your orgasm shot through you without warning, the feeling being too much already. junho watched as a liquid spat out on his cock, pushing him over the edge. his cum painted your walls as he thrusted into you.

you both caught your breaths, feelings so euphoric in eachothers presence. junho pulled out of you gently before reaching above you to unlock you.

"so, roleplaying? gold star or no?" he asked, as he fumbled with the key.

"two gold stars."

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so so so very sorry about some of the mistakes in here. i'm kind of tipsy and overly tired.

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[jeonselca]

pending work . . .

ღ — safe to say I'll be posting it once a week because... well

ღ — i only write smut ( and sometimes angst , depending on the mood ) <3

ღ — i don't accept requests thank you very much

ღ — im dedicating this to my horny mf who keep begging me to do his smut idk what's her blog but ik you're reading this now 🙄🖕🏻

sangwoo x f!player!reader ; both of you were pairing up to guard your teammates while they're sleeping , and you notice how his sleepy stated is, so you decided to make him eyes wide open again

sangwoo x salesman!f!reader ; you were instructed to go find cho sangwoo , and invited him to play ddakji with you . if he win, he'll get the money but if he loses, he'll have to pay it back with the same amount or pay it with his body . he choose option 2 .

sangwoo x player!f!reader ; you shared your bed with him because you were scared after what happened after the lights out tragedy, so he decided to distract you from it .

sangwoo x best friend!f!reader : both of you are partner in crime, when he scammed his customer's money and invested it for something big and failed, he was rather pissed so he decided to let his anger out on you .

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[authorforrosie]

I decided to write for Kang Saebyeok as well. Because she deserved better.

Dating Kang Saebyeok Would Include:

•Sae seem cold from the outside towards the other people especially in public but to you and her little brother she is the sweetest person.

•You both fall in love with each other every day more.

•Sae comforting you when you are sad, depressed or angry. You both are each other's comfort person.

•You crying when you heard about her almost dying in squidgame.

•Sae getting angry to each person that comes too close towards you mostly because she knew how much people love to take advantage of your beautiful kind personality.

•You would do almost everything for Sae especially cuddling her when she is feeling cold or very sad. Especially after what happened with her parents.

•Sae trying to seem annoyed but in reality it seem very cute when you stop to pet an animal while you both take walks together.

•You kiss her on the forehead when she does something for you because you know she shows how much she loves you though her actions more than words.

•Sae's love language is to the most point actions since she isn't so good with expressing her feelings into words. She often shows you her feelings though her physical actions. Like kissing your neck, lips or even holding your hand.

•You feel butterflies into your stomach whenever she shows you her feelings with her physical actions. You loved her even more than you already do when she kisses your lips or neck.

•Sae making you meet her little brother who loves you already like a big sister who can give him many advice about life.

•Her little brother often baking or cooking with you for her when it's your two month anniversary with her.

•Sae finding it cute when she found out about her little brother looking up to you like a rolemodel.

•You both hugging each other with tears rolling down your cheeks when you both met again after she won the money in squidgame.

•You being there for her though the trauma that she went through in squidgame. She lost two people who she got along with.

•Sae calling you cute when you pout after she ate the last chocolate that you had.

•Sae calling you kitten when you are misbehaving especially around her friends in public like ignoring her. Your cheeks flushing red when called you kitten in front of her friends who were giggling right after the situation happened.

•You playing guitar for her and singing sometimes songs from BlackPink who you truly loved.

•She kissing your cheeks as return when you do something for her like a birthday surprise party.

•Sae secretly being a big baby when she gets sick while trying to push you away at the same time. Which you won't let her since you always want to take care of your big baby.

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