hazzyking

[hazzyking]

Nothing beats the feeling when you start getting comments on every fic in a fandom or ship from one person, and it’s clear that they’re going on a fic-binge. 

[hazzyking]

Affection

warning: Fluff-shared bath || Mentions of wound

pairing: reader! x In-ho

wc: 1.2k

summary: In-ho finally opens up to you about his feelings.

a/n: The bathtub idea came to me and I just had to jump on it OPE enjoy WOO.

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Affection was a rare currency when it came to In-ho, doled out sparingly and always on his terms.

It wasn't something you demanded or even dared to request. You simply accepted the scraps he chose to offer, hoarding those fleeting moments of tenderness as though they were precious jewels. Of course, you longed for more—achingly so—but you understood: In-ho was a man of intricate layers, a fortress of complexities that guarded his emotions tightly.

Tonight was different—you felt it the moment he walked through the door. Something had happened. His usually guarded eyes were uncharacteristically glassy, emotions swimming in their depths that he hadn't yet spoken aloud. He crossed the space between you in an instant, his arms wrapping tightly around you as though afraid you might slip away. His breath was warm against your ear as he murmured soft promises, each word laced with a quiet desperation that sent a shiver down your spine.

Now, the two of you were submerged in the marble bathtub, the water lapping gently against your skin as steam rose into the air, curling like whispers of smoke. He sat behind you, his broad chest a solid wall of warmth pressed against your back. The firm, reassuring weight of his arms circled your waist, holding you so close it was as though he feared even the water might come between you.

His lips brushed against your shoulder in slow, deliberate kisses, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The tenderness in his touch was almost reverent, his fingers splayed across your stomach as though grounding himself in your presence. The rhythmic sound of water dripping from the edge of the tub was the only interruption to the heavy silence, one that felt less like emptiness and more like the quiet aftermath of a storm.

You drew in a steadying breath, tilting your head slightly until your nose brushed against his. The intimate gesture made his lashes lower, his eyes mere shadows in the dim light. "What happened?" you whispered, your voice barely audible above the gentle slosh of the water.

His response came not in words at first, but in the press of his lips against yours—brief, soft, and almost evasive. "I don't know what you're talking about," he murmured, his voice low and even, though his intense gaze betrayed him. Those dark eyes of his, so full of depth and unspoken emotion, always had a way of undoing you. You felt your resolve waver as warmth spread low in your belly, a heat that wasn't from the water. Your eyes darted away, breaking the spell, and you exhaled slowly, your chest rising and falling as you reached for the soap sitting just beyond your shoulder. "Your turn," you murmured, your tone lighter as you wrestled his arms away from your waist. His grip was firm, reluctant to release you, but you managed to turn in his lap until you were facing him, your knees brushing against his in the shallow water.

Lathering the soap in your palms, you pressed them to his chest, the heat of his skin seeping into your fingers. The scent of the soap, fresh and clean with a hint of sandalwood, mingled with the faint trace of him that always lingered. Your hands glided over the firm lines of his chest, following the curve of his collarbone and the definition of his muscles. When your fingers brushed the raised, jagged line of a scar—a gunshot wound from a year ago—you froze for a moment, your lips pressing into a thin line. Your thumb traced the rough edges instinctively, the memory of that night flashing vividly in your mind. The panic, the blood, the fear that had gripped you like a vice—it was all as clear as if it had happened yesterday.

You grunted softly, a sound that was half frustration, half pain. His eyes flicked to yours, searching, but you shook your head and continued to rub the soap into his skin. If he noticed the way your hands trembled for a split second, he didn't say anything. Instead, he let you work, his gaze steady on you, grounding you in the present even as your mind lingered in the past.

A steady hand came to rest on your cheek, the warmth of his touch anchoring you in the moment. Your movements stilled as your eyes lifted to meet his, searching his face for clues to the turmoil you sensed brewing beneath the surface. His expression was a strange mix of relief and something darker—something you couldn't quite place.

"The players rebelled," he said at last, his voice low and weighted.

Your heart lurched in your chest, skipping a beat as the words sank in. "What?" you whispered, your voice barely audible, caught somewhere between disbelief and dread.

Before you could say more, he pulled you forward, enveloping you in his arms as though shielding you from an invisible threat. Your cheek pressed against the firm plane of his chest, his heartbeat steady but faster than usual, betraying the tension he carried. One of his hands slid up to tangle gently in your hair, his fingers threading through the strands as though grounding himself in your presence.

"I took care of it," he murmured, his lips brushing against the crown of your head as he spoke. "But… they were just a corridor away from our quarters. From you."

Your stomach twisted at the thought, a chill running down your spine despite the heat of the bathwater. The idea of danger coming so close, of him having to stand between you and whatever chaos had erupted, made your breath snag.

His grip on you tightened, "I know I've never said it outright, and maybe I've been too stubborn to show it—but you mean more to me than anything else. More than I ever thought someone could."

His words lingered in the air, heavy with sincerity, and your chest tightened at the rawness of his admission. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the only sound the gentle ripple of water around you.

Slowly, you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing against the sharp planes of his cheekbones. His eyes, usually so guarded, were open now, vulnerable in a way that made your heart ache.

"You don't have to say anything else," you murmured softly, your voice trembling slightly. "I already know. I've always known."

A flicker of relief crossed his face, but you weren't done. You leaned in closer, your lips hovering just a breath away from his as you whispered, "And for what it's worth…I feel the same. I'd follow you anywhere, through anything. You've always been it for me."

His lips parted as if to respond, but you didn't let him. Closing the small distance, you kissed him, slow and deep, your fingers sliding into his hair as his arms tightened around you. It wasn't just a kiss—it was a promise, a shared understanding that needed no more words.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads pressed together, his breath mingling with yours, he let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh. "You make everything worth it," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

"And you," you replied with a tender smile, brushing your thumb along his cheek, "are my home."

[hazzyking]

One Of Them

warning: smut, breeding, daddy kink, size kink, age gap, In-ho being a cocky prick, unsafe sex, ass slapping, mentions of cervix touching (made up kid name) this does not take place in squid game!!

Genre: smut

Ever since you heard about your next door neighbor Mr. Hwang going through a divorce, things have been hell. For you.

From the day he first moved into the apartment, constantly arguing on the phone with his ex wife about whose turn it was to watch his son, Ji-ho .

When Ji-ho is over, everything’s quiet, and you finally get a chance to rest your head and relax in peace. Doing some studying and cleaning in the quiet atmosphere.

You wished the black haired boy would stay for just a day longer, because In-ho is back to his usual self hours later. Bringing in young college girls one after the other. Fucking them hard against his headboard as they let out loud cries of daddy. It was annoying. You couldn't even stay inside anymore to get work done.

At every hour of the day he seemed to be active, fucking through all sorts of women, the shaking of your thin bedroom wall never coming to an end as high pitched moans echoed through.

It was getting to the point where you couldn’t take it. You were so fed up. Didn’t he ever get tired? Tired of promising these young desperate girls to call them back only to throw away their numbers and fuck their friends the next day.

Weeks go by and nothing changes, Ji-ho coming over for a silent three days then leaving again. Giving his father enough time to fuck any feelings for his ex wife out of his system.

You swore you couldn’t take it, you had barely been able to study, occasionally spending an hour or two in a nearby café between classes. When you noticed your grades slipping, your eyes having prominent bags at the lack of sleep, you groan loudly in frustration. Finding your legs moving before you could even process it.

Your fist raising to knock on the man’s door once, then twice, with no answer. You huffed, going in to knock a third time before the door swung open. A tall, muscular man towering over you with a scowl. “What?”

Your eyes widened as you scanned over his body, his perfectly sculpted face, broad shoulders, defined abs, and the very distinct outline in his sweats.

The man cleared his throat, a smirk gracing his face when he startled you out of your intense drooling. “Now, what do we have here?” he chuckled deeply, tilting his head to the side with crossed arms as he rested against the door’s frame. “Here to get your turn sweetheart?”

You gulped, finding it harder to spit out your words as the hwang man stared you down. “I.. I’m here to ask you to keep the noise down, some people have actual work to do.”

In-ho whistled, “Oh? A bold one huh? I like it,” His hand reaching under your chin to make you look fully up at him. “you’re a pretty little thing you know,” he spoke, running his thumb along your bottom lip, “wonder what you’d look like ruined underneath me.”

You ignored the flutter that went off in your pussy, clenching your thighs discreetly as you glared. “Just keep the noise down okay old man? I'm trying to study.”

In-ho could feel his cock grow harder, you were just what he needed. “So i’m an old man now? That’s a first, usually girls like you just call me daddy.” he shrugged, “but it’s okay, you’ll get there.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked away from him, annoyance written all over your face to mask the arousal swirling in your stomach. He’d probably fucked the entire neighborhood by now, including the campus, so you weren’t gonna fall for his sick charms. You just hoped he complied and kept the place quiet, you didn’t need that usual noise the day before your big test.

In-ho had surprisingly did as you asked, and you sighed in content as you read through the pages of your notes. Your pen in your hand finding itself in between your teeth as you bit down softly. You got what you wanted, so why was your mind running wild with thoughts of the Hwang man’s hands on your body as he fucked you like all of those other girls.

You shifted in your seat, one leg over the other to bring stimulation to your needy clit making you whimper softly. You couldn’t let yourself give in you plus didn't want to be one of them.

Another week passed and you once again found yourself in the same noisy predicament. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the man more than twice your age. Way too old for you yet just so.. hot. Hwang In-go had become your fantasy.

And it was unbearable.

Hearing all these moans day and night. Hearing In-ho’s loud grunts and groans as he no doubt left them with the best fuck of their lives.

It was Thursday, and Ji-ho would be coming tomorrow per routine, so you’d finally get a break then. But, you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted an excuse to go over there. Your face serious as you banged on his door.

You waited a minute, a shirtless In-ho emerging into the door frame as it flew open. In-ho smirked, “Ah, you again.” His sweatpants hung dangerously low beneath the start of his v line, black hair messy as his tongue darted out to swipe across his lips. “Finally came to your senses?”

His last fuck had left right before you came, coincidentally of course.

“N-no.” you objected sternly. “I’m here to ask you again to just be.. what are yo-“

You swallowed hard when he began stalking towards you, a sinister grin on his face as you were backed up against a wall. His breath fanned your head as he bent his neck. Hands on the walls near each side of your face. “Your face says otherwise, sweetheart.”

“No it d-doesn’t.. you’re just a cocky old man preventing me from getting things done.”

In-ho’s brow raised with a deep hearty chuckle, “Back to that nickname i see,” His hand grabbing hold of your cheeks and squeezing them together. “Gonna have to clean that mouth of yours, teach you how to be a good girl.”

You whimpered lowly, feeling wetness pool between your legs as you looked up through your lashes . In-ho’s eyes trailing to your glossy lips as he inhaled sharply. “Don’t worry, this dirty old man’s lips are clean”

Pressing his lips roughly to yours, your eyes widening as you gripped the edge of your skirt with a moan. In-ho smirked against your lips, his hands hooking beneath your legs as he lifted you up. Your frame so much smaller in comparison to his larger one.

In-ho was quick to bring you inside. And you found yourself sitting on the man’s lap, your skirt bunched up at your hips as he hammered up into your wet cunt with brute force. His hands kneading into the flesh of your ass each time you ground your hips onto him.

You let out a loud mewl, his thick cock stretching you out and grazing against your gummy walls as he fucked you deep. Feeling him within your stomach when you cried out. “Mr. Hwang— ah, so- ngh g-ood.”

“That’s not my name sweetheart, try again.” he growled deeply, landing his palm onto your ass in a hard slap. And you whimpered tearfully at the sting. “I-In-ho —” Another harsh smack burning through your flesh making you let out a cry. “Last chance.”

You moaned loudly, your back arching as In-ho slammed into you. “D-daddy, ahh daddy, o-oh fuckk—,”

In-ho hummed in satisfaction, “Look at you, thought i was a dirty old man hmm?” His teeth biting softly at the delicate skin of your neck, his pelvis hitting your red puffy folds relentlessly. “Moaning for me like a little slut, so fucking pretty.”

You let out a shaky cry, “Haah— M-Mr. Hwang,” Your pussy clenched down on his girth, his rough hand making its way around your throat, squeezing the sides and forcing you to look at him. “Not gonna fucking tell you again.”

You mewled, “‘M sorry— nngh,” Your back arching when In-ho bullied his cock deeper into you.

“Still waiting sweetheart ” he grunted, eyes dark as his grip on your throat tightened, your moans and whimpers loud as his thighs noisily met your sticky cunt. “D-addy— ahh- so good,” you cried, feeling his angry tip forcing its way to your cervix, kissing the entrance with each harsh thrust.

“Good fucking girl, you’re getting there” he grinned with a groan. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, your pussy gushing messily onto him as loud squelching sounds filled the room. “Pussy’s so fucking tight— better be on the pill cause i’m botta cum in that pretty pussy, shit.”

“Ah— nngh daddy, ‘m close- gonna cum.” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back and your lips parting in a string of incoherent babbles, In-ho’s thrusts sloppy as he groaned.

“Gonna cum on this old man’s dick yeah?” He teased cockily, “Had so much talk for someone who’s falling apart on my cock.” In-ho grunted, “Bet ya sat there listening like a lil perv, your hand down your panties hmm?”

You shook your head no with a cry, “Uh uh- ahh— wasn’t.”

“Sure about that? Sure you didn’t sit there and fantasize about me fucking you like a little slut?” His hand reached down to rub at your clit, a loud moan escaping your mouth.

Your breathing sped up as you felt a coil buildup in your stomach. Your body shaking with pure ecstasy. You let out a high pitched scream, the stimulation to your g spot making your head go fuzzy. Vision turning white as you clenched down tightly on In-ho ’s cock.

“O-oh fuck— ‘m cumming— ah, cumming daddy.”In-ho’s hand pressed down harder on your throat, the pressure restricting your air flow making you let out a choked mewl. Tears welling in your eyes as his heavy balls smacked against your ass.

“Nngh—” The ring of white thickened at his base as you let out whiny cries. In-ho’s hand working small circles on the sensitive bud before he brought his lips to your ear. His voice deep and gruff as he groaned. “Fuck sweetheart- squeezing me so tight, come on and scream for me.” He breathed, “make a mess on my cock.”

In-ho’s mean pace became too much, a tight pull in your stomach as your mouth fell open, legs trembling with loud cries as an unfamiliar feeling washed over you.

It was heavenly, your brain going dumb and your pupils disappearing behind heavy lids as you screamed loudly, head falling back and nails digging into his shoulders as you fell off the edge.

In-ho never slowing the movement of his hips, still hammering up into you despite the mess you were making on his thighs. Your pussy spraying streams after streams of clear liquid as you arched your hips, grinding back and forth to ride out your squirting orgasm.

“Even fucking louder than any of my previous fucks.” he laughed, “Wonder what the neighbors would say, went from being a whiny little bitch to being the same thing you complained about.”

You let out a whine, In-ho flipping you abruptly onto your back, his hand still around your neck as the position allowing him to hit even deeper. “Fuck,” he grunted, his words in between each thrust. “gonna fucking breed that pussy so deep.” Letting out a low groan at the last thrust, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss as he bottomed out.

A whimper fell past your lips into his when you felt him fill you up, his cum shooting in hot thick spurts along the walls of your cunt.

He smirked as he pulled away, watching you pant heavily. “Would make such a good breeding bunny.” Dipping his fingers past your lips and resting them on the back of your tongue. “Might have to keep you around, can’t be disturbed if you’re the one making the noise now can you?”

You shook your head tiredly, forcing your eyes to stay open as In-ho pulled out of you. His sticky cum seeping out of your fluttering pussy slowly. Your brain was still so clouded, blinking in and out of blurry vision.

In-ho hid the smile threatening to creep up onto his face, his face neutral as he plopped down onto the couch next to you. “Rest if you need to, then leave.” He said nonchalantly, trying to seem like his usual self despite the fact that he had not kicked you out yet. Which was something he never did, let a girl stay any longer than a second after sex.

The man would never admit it, but there was just something about you.

He wanted to make you his pretty little girl.

[hazzyking]

DINNER 𐙚

pairing | dad’s best friend! lee byunghun x fem!reader

summary | when an unexpected guest makes for an unexpected turn of events.

warnings | 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, sir kink, jealousy, obsessive, possessive, age gap (50 n 21), etc. (plot with sex? maybe? somewhat long before the smut)

a/n | hello everyone!! i have delivered this post as requested by @d3lux3s as a continuation of ride home, so enjoy!

the evening started out normal enough. the house was filled with the warm hum of your dad’s laughter as he moved around the kitchen, the clinking of glasses and plates echoing faintly. you’d been avoiding the table, lingering upstairs as long as possible, knowing that tonight would be anything but normal.

because he was coming.

you heard the front door open, followed by your dad’s cheerful voice.

“byunghun! good to see you, man. come in!”

you froze at the top of the stairs, your heart pounding. his presence filled the house like a shadow, heavy and inescapable.

“smells great in here,” byunghun said, his deep voice smooth.

your stomach twisted as you forced yourself to descend the stairs. when you reached the bottom, his eyes were already on you, dark and unrelenting.

your secret meetings began innocently enough—late-night drives, hushed conversations in shadowed corners—but the fire between you grew with every fleeting touch, every moment spent too close to each other. when he pulled up outside your window, headlights off to avoid suspicion, your heart raced with the thrill of knowing this was wrong, but wanting it anyway. you sat in his car for hours, the heat between you almost unbearable as your hands hovered too close, your gazes locking in ways that said more than words ever could. you both knew this was a line you shouldn’t cross, but the way his voice dropped when he whispered your name, the way your breath hitched when his fingers brushed yours—it was impossible to stop. each secret meeting felt like feeding an addiction, dangerous and exhilarating, with no escape in sight.

“alright,” your dad said, oblivious to the tension. “we’ve got plenty of food, so grab a drink and relax. ryan’s on his way, too.”

your head snapped up at the mention of ryan’s name; a long time friend of yours in which you hadn’t had the chance to catch up until now, and you saw the faint flicker of annoyance in byunghun’s expression.

“ryan?” he repeated, his voice dropping slightly.

“yeah, you remember ryan, don’t you?” your dad said, pulling plates from the cabinet. “he’s been friends with y/n since forever, until he had moved out for a few but his family decided to come back to town.”

“oh, i remember him,” byunghun said, his smile tightening.

the doorbell rang then, and you practically bolted to answer it, grateful for the brief escape. ryan stood on the porch, grinning as usual, holding a bag of drinks.

“hey! hope i’m not late,” he said, stepping inside.

you barely had time to respond before byunghun appeared in the entryway, his presence looming behind you.

“ryan,” he said smoothly, extending a hand. “been a while.”

ryan hesitated, glancing at you before shaking his hand. “yeah, it has. good to see you.”

“likewise,” byunghun said, though his grip lingered just a moment too long.

the tension between them was palpable, like an invisible wire stretched too tight, ready to snap. byunghun had moved away, giving ryan space to enter the house and set the drinks. your gaze was locked on byunghun as he stared at you.

“be careful, little one…” he’d whisper softly against your ears as a soft whimper escaped from you.

the four of you gathered at the dining table, but the air felt stifling, the usual warmth of your dad’s stories overshadowed by the weight of byunghun’s gaze. you sat across from him, with ryan beside you, a setup you immediately regretted.

your dad was completely oblivious, laughing at his own jokes as he passed around dishes. ryan leaned over to grab a serving spoon, his arm brushing against yours.

“careful, boy,” byunghun said suddenly, his tone sharp but masked with a thin layer of humor. “don’t crowd her.”

ryan blinked, startled. “oh, sorry. didn’t mean to.”

“no worries,” byunghun said, leaning back in his chair. but his eyes stayed on ryan, unblinking, his jaw tight.

“so, ryan,” your dad said, oblivious once again, “what’ve you been up to? college? work?”

ryan perked up, eager to talk. “yeah, college’s been great. i’ve been looking at internships—there’s one downtown i’m really hoping to land.”

“ambitious,” your dad said, nodding.

“yeah, good for you,” byunghun said, his voice smooth but edged with something biting. “must be tough, juggling all that with your little side trips here.”

the table fell silent. ryan frowned. “what do you mean?”

“nothing,” byunghun said, shrugging. “just seems like you spend a lot of time hanging around here. surprising, considering how busy you claim to be.”

your dad chuckled awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood. “he’s just giving you a hard time, ryan. ignore him.”

but you couldn’t ignore the way byunghun’s eyes flicked to you, lingering just a little too long, daring you to speak.

as the meal went on, the tension only grew. every time ryan spoke, byunghun would respond with something sharp, his words cutting deeper and deeper.

“so, what’s this internship about?” your dad asked.

“it’s in marketing,” ryan said, his tone brightening. “i’ve always been interested in that side of business.”

“interesting,” byunghun said, his voice low. “but maybe you should focus on the present before you get ahead of yourself.”

ryan frowned. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“just that you seem pretty distracted,” byunghun said, his tone deceptively casual. “spending all this time here, with her.”

“y/n’s my friend,” ryan said, his voice rising slightly.

“is she?” byunghun shot back, his calm demeanor cracking just enough to reveal the anger simmering beneath.

your dad looked up, confused. “what’s going on here?”

“nothing,” byunghun said quickly, his charming smile returning. “just looking out for her, that’s all.”

“looking out for me?” you finally spoke, your voice trembling.

“always,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours. “you know that.”

the tension was suffocating, and you could see the confusion on your dad’s face, the frustration on ryan’s. your hands trembled underneath the table, the way byunghun was acting was suspicious to both present members at the dining room at the moment but byunghun didn’t care. his attention was entirely on you, his control over the room absolute.

when the plates were cleared and your dad stepped outside to take a call, the silence between the three of you was deafening.

“what’s your problem?” ryan asked, finally snapping.

byunghun stood, his posture calm but his eyes blazing. “my problem is you. thinking you can just show up here and take what doesn’t belong to you.”

ryan stared at him, stunned. “what the hell are you talking about?”

you opened your mouth to speak, but byunghun cut you off, his voice low and dangerous. “you don’t belong here. she’s mine. and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay the hell away from her.”

the words hung in the air like a bomb, and for a moment, no one moved. then ryan grabbed his jacket and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

byunghun turned to you, his expression softening, though his eyes still burned with intensity. “you’re welcome,” he said quietly.

“for what?” you whispered, your voice shaking.

“for protecting you,” he said, stepping closer. “you don’t need anyone else, baby. just me.”

he moved closer to, pulling your seat outwards so he can stand directly in between your thighs. he lowered himself down in his knees as his hand were rested on your thighs, the dress you had on now pooled up against your waist.

“i hated the way he would look at you…” he whispered his fingers trailing at your skin, goosebumps seem to erupt and appear at that small action, your body quivering slightly away from his touch. he couldn’t do this not here in which your father can easily come in and catch you both in plain sight.

“b-byunghun…my dad..” you’d whisper at him which only made his dark gaze meet yours. “well then baby, you’re going to have to keep quiet.”

just as he finished, he was quick to rip your panties off of you, his mouth reliving the aching you had felt ever since he came in. “byunghun—!”

“baby..if you don’t want us to get caught, i’d suggest you to keep quiet.” he said as his tongue maneuvered against your lips, feeling your wetness coating his lips. “fuck…you’re so drenched..”

his fingers seemed to tease your entrance, he’d touch everywhere but never inserted them in which made you annoyed. “sir-.. please..—!”

he chuckled at your pleas, he loved to see you crumbling under his touch, the way he inflicted so much control and power over you sent him over the edge. “hmm..why don’t you ask ryan to do it? huh? you loved his company so much no?” he taunted, his dark eyes burning holes on you.

“please—! i w-want you…”

he groaned at your confession as he fumbled quickly with his trousers, wasting no time to pull them, along with his boxers, down. his cock red and angry, ropes of precum oozing down his length.

“i’m going to fuck you hard you’ll forget that fucker..” he grunted, his cock ramming into you, hard just like he promised. his hand gripped your mouth shut as your scream was muffled against it, your eyes rolled back as you felt him so deep in you.

your father was now long forgotten as you could only focus on his best friend ramming into you and his grip on your face tightening. “ugh—!…r-ryan can’t fuck you like t-this, huh?” his words stuttering as he felt you clench around him tightly.

“s-sir—!” you’d plea as your legs shook violently against the table, your head tilted back as your hand gripped your chair which shock from how aggressively byunghun pounded into you.

“you’re mine, little one. don’t f-forget that.” you could feel yourself coming closer to your climax, your pussy clenching tighter around his cock. his thrust more sloppy and unparalleled as he felt himself edge off as well. “cum with me baby…” he’d whisper against your ear as you both moaned, both reaching your high.

heavy breaths and soft whimpers were heard from you as you felt him fill you up full, his movements continuing gently. he placed his rough hand against your clit, doing gentle strokes and circle movements.

“b-byunghun—…i-i can’t—“

“shh baby…” he pampered as he continued his actions softly, kissing the nape of your skin softly, leaving slight pink marks around your body.

“let’s see how long we can go for until your father comes back…”

a/n : okayyy i really hope you like it ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა tysm for reading !! (feel free to send me any request or anything you would like for me to try!!) any reblogs, comments, likes and feedback would be greatly appreciated <3

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[hazzyking]

Teacher’s pet

here you can find PART 2

Pairing – Professor! Hwang In-ho x Student! fem reader

Warnings – 3.9k words, smut, porn without plot, age gap (age not specified), praise kink, a little bit of degradation

a/n: my first fic!! so any kind of feedback is appreciated!! Need him so bad it’s not funny anymore

When you finally raised your gaze from the assignment in front of you, the setting sun caught your eye, the library was now almost empty as you realized you lost yourself in your work once again. With a soft sigh you got up and started gathering your things, deciding to call it a day.

But as you walked trough the now empty hallways, you couldn’t help but notice the silver of light beneath the door of Professor In-ho’s office, and you slowed your pace a little. You found yourself drawn towards the dimly lit office door, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. While he was nothing but respectful towards you, there was something in the way his gaze lingered on you for a little too long, the way he glanced at you a little too often during his lessons, even the reasons of why sometimes he asked you to wait around after class were vague and ambiguous.

You tried to convince yourself that it was all in your head, to not get your hopes up. However, you couldn’t ignore the weird tension between you two – something drew you to him, and it’s not like you could help yourself, his composed and almost stoic demeanor made your heart flutter, and the fact that he was older than you only made him even more irresistible in your eyes.

Hesitantly, almost unconsciously, you raised your hand and knocked lightly on the door, and before you could regret it, it swung open to reveal Professor In-ho. He leaned against the doorframe, his broad frame filling the space, and despite the late hour he looked as put together as always – but there was a softer, gentler edge to his appearance and demeanor. His hair a little messy, as if he’d run a hand through it, his sleeves rolled to up his elbows, and the way the lights casted a glow over his handsome features made your breath hitch in your throat.

The way your name rolled off his tongue was intoxicating, his voice low and slightly husky. "I didn't expect to see you here so late. Is everything alright?" He crossed his arms, a hint of curiosity in his voice

"I... I couldn't help but notice the light on as I was leaving," Your voice barely above a whisper as you replied "I hope I'm not disturbing you. I can come back another time if you're busy..." You trailed off, suddenly feeling shy and uncertain in the face of his penetrating gaze

But he simply shook his head, stepping aside to let you enter his office, the dimly lit lights casting shadows across the room, and the atmosphere felt intimate. "Absolutely not” He said with a smile, reassuring you “What brings you by at this hour? Did you need something from me?"

“Oh, no, I just wanted to...” you faltered, realizing that you weren’t even sure why you were standing there “I guess I just wanted to see you” you said honestly, the embarrassment of your confession immediately bringing a blush to your cheeks

In-ho's eyes widened slightly at your honest confession, a flicker of surprise and something deeper, more intense, flashing in their dark depths. He was silent for a moment, taking in the pretty blush that colored your cheeks, the way you looked up at him with a mix of embarrassment and tentative hope.

He stepped closer to you, his hands tucked casually in his pockets as his tall frame loomed over your smaller one "Well I'm glad you're here. Truly. Consider me flattered” you could feel the teasing tone in his voice, which just made you feel even more embarrassed

Wanting to take a little of the attention off of you, you looked around and noticed the pile of papers on his desk “Grading assignments?” you asked him, trying to keep the conversation going, hoping for this moment to last as long as possible

In-ho glanced back at the stack of papers on his desk, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth. He shrugged slightly, a hint of self-deprecation in the gesture, and a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Unfortunately, yes. The curse of being a professor, I suppose," he joked softly.

“Well, maybe I could help you out with that?” you tentatively asked him, wanting to find any reason to spend more time with him “Maybe it’ll help you get home a little earlier” you offered him a shy smile At your question, his gaze lingered on your face, a hint of something deeper and more intense flickering in his eyes. The air between you felt charged, the intimacy of the moment not lost on either of you.

Slowly, a small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, a hint of amusement and a touch of something warmer in his expression. "You know, that's very kind of you to offer” he said, his voice a low rumble "But I wouldn't want to impose on your time or take advantage of your generosity”

As he stepped closer to you, he reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. The contact was fleeting, but it sent a shiver down your spine, and you realized that he was catching on whatever game you were playing.

"However, if you're truly offering, I wouldn't be opposed to the help," he said, a note of genuine appreciation in his voice. "It would be nice to have an extra set of eyes on these assignments”. You followed him with your eyes as he went to sit back down at his desk, but your breath hitched in your throat when you noticed him patting his lap, coaxing you to sit on him

With a deep blush you got closer to him “Come, sit," he said softly, his deep voice a low rumble that seemed to reverberate through the quiet of the office. "We can go through the assignments together. I promise I won't bite"

And you noticed the slight curve at the corner of his mouth, a clear sign that he enjoyed teasing you like this. You hesitantly lowered yourself on his thighs, trying to fix your skirt as you did so, and your heart skipped a beat feeling him so close to you, his chest pressed to your back as the heat of his body and the smell of his cologne enveloped you

In-ho could feel the softness of your curves, the gentle swell of your hips, and it took all of his willpower not to react, not to pull you even closer and lose himself in your sweet scent and the way you fit so perfectly against him. Instead, as if this was the most natural thing ever, he took one of the many papers scattered across his desk and slid it over to you

“There you go” he said in a low murmur, the sound of his voice so close to your ear giving you goosebumps You tried your best to focus on what you were reading, these were topics from your first year, things you already knew – but you couldn’t bring yourself to concentrate with him so close to you, in such a compromising position.

You became fidgety, tried multiple times to get more comfortable on his lap, until you felt his arm grip around your hips. “Stop moving” he said in a low husky murmur, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

The commanding tone of his voice, the way it rumbled through his chest and into your back, made your heart race and your breath catch in your throat.

“Sorry” you whispered, and the way he could manage to act so nonchalantly, a spark contrast to you, almost annoyed you.

Slowly, his hand came to rest on your bare thigh, his hand starting to rub slow, soothing circles on your skin, and you couldn’t hold in anymore the whine that escaped your lips “Don’t tease me” you whispered, not being able to stand the tension between you two anymore

In-ho's hand stilled on your thigh at the sound of your whispered plea, a flicker of surprise and something else, darker and more intense, flashing in his eyes.

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned closer to your neck, his lips mere inches from your ear. You could feel his breath, warm and slightly ragged, fanning over your skin. His hand on your thigh tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled you closer, erasing the last of the distance between you.

“How can I not?” He asked leaving a soft kiss under your ear “When you’re so soft and pliant under my hands?” And as he kept pressing kisses into your skin, going from your neck to your shoulder, a string of whimpers left your mouth

And as he went on with hot and purposeful kisses along the column of your neck, each one leaving a tingling sensation in its wake, you could feel yourself get wet, your body yearning for him and his touch

His hand on your thigh slid higher, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled you more firmly against him. He could feel your body trembling, could hear the sweet, needy whimpers falling from your lips, and it ignited a hunger in him that he'd long tried to suppress.

“I can’t help myself around you baby” he murmured “Look at you, so fucking sweet and needy, using dumb excuses just to spend time with me, if I didn’t know any better I would say that you’re the tease”

You bit your lower lip when you felt his hand inching higher, his fingers tracing maddening patterns on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He could feel the heat of your skin, could sense the way your body trembled and yearned for his touch. The knowledge that he affected you so strongly sent a rush of power and desire coursing through his veins.

“‘m not a tease” you whined, getting all flustered from his words, and you gasped softly as you felt the unmistakable hardness of In-ho's arousal pressing insistently against your backside. The evidence of his desire for you sent a fresh wave of need and longing surging through your body.

In-ho's hand slid further up your thigh, his fingers brushing maddeningly close to where you needed him the most. He leaned in, his voice a low, husky growl against your ear. "You feel what you do to me, baby? Feel how much I want you?" he murmured. punctuating his words with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, grinding his hard cock against your ass.

He gripped your chin, turning your head towards him, the intensity of his gaze, his eyes dark with desire and hunger made it so hard for you to maintain eye contact. His finger traced the curve of your cheek, the line of your jaw, before slowly, teasingly, he brushed it across your lower lip. The intimate gesture sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself parting your lips slightly, your tongue darting out to lightly graze his fingertip, before, almost on instinct, taking his thumb in your mouth

In-ho inhaled sharply as he felt your warm, soft mouth envelop his thumb, your tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive pad. His pupils dilated with lust at the erotic sight and sensation, a low groan rumbling in his chest. "Fuck, baby..." he breathed out, his voice thick and heavy with desire.

His other hand gripped your hip tighter, pulling you harder against his throbbing cock as he leaned in closer, his lips a mere inch away from yours. The heat of his breath mixed with yours, the anticipation of his kiss making your head spin with need. "Keep teasing me like this, and I won't be able to control myself," he warned, his tone low and rough with barely restrained hunger.

You slowly released his thumb from your mouth, your lips hovering over his

“Then don’t” You said with a whisper, wanting and needing nothing more than him to loose his composure, to drop the act of the caring and nice teacher.

In-ho's groaned at your teasing words, and in less than a second he crashed his lips against yours in a bruising, desperate kiss. His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping it tightly as he angled your head to deepen the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim every inch of your sweetness.

In one swift motion he turned you around, his thighs now between your spread legs, his hard, clothed erection pressing insistently against your core, your panties wet from your arousal. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing your skirt up around your waist as he got closer to capture your lips in another searing kiss. "You want me to lose control, baby?" he rasped against your mouth. "You want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you scream?"

The only thing you could bring yourself to do is nod vigorously at his words, as you clung to him in need of another kiss – your breath came in short, needy gasps as you grinded yourself against In-ho's hard, cock. The size and heat of him pressed against your most intimate place making you ache with a desperate, all-consuming need, the anticipation of what’s to come making you dizzy

“Use your words baby” He groaned against your mouth, his hips matching your rhythm, and even trough his slack you could feel him throb against your pussy

"Please, In-ho," you breathed out, your voice high and breathy with need. "Need you to fuck me so bad. Want to feel you inside me, i’ve been waiting too long for this” you begged, aching to feel him inside you

In-ho let out a primal growl at your desperate pleas, his control slipping away completely. In one swift, fluid motion, he got up from the chair, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise you before lifting you effortlessly. Sweeping the assignments and books onto the floor with a clatter, he bended you over, his hard cock now pressed against your ass

“Such a fucking tease” In-ho clicked his tongue, his hand dived under your skirt, his fingers pushing your panties aside to expose your dripping wet folds to the cool air. He let out a guttural groan as he felt your arousal, his fingers sliding easily through your slick heat. "Fuck, you're so wet already," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you baby? Desperate for my cock?"

Without waiting for a response, In-ho plunged two fingers deep inside your tight, aching core. He pumped them in and out, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub. His other hand made quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his throbbing cock from the confines of his slacks. He stroked his cock as he finger-fucked you, his eyes dark and hungry as he took in the erotic sight of you splayed out before him, your body trembling and writhing with need.

In-ho leaned over you, his hard body pressing you down against the cool surface of the desk. You could feel every inch of his muscular frame, from his broad chest to his strong arms caging you in. His hips grinded against yours, the thick ridge of his cock sliding through your soaked folds, teasing your entrance but not yet entering you.

"Listen to those pretty little whimpers spilling from your lips," he murmured, his voice a dark, seductive rumble. "Such a desperate, needy little thing, aren't you? Needing my cock like a bitch in heat."

He nipped at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he sucked it into his mouth, soothing the sting. His hand continued its relentless assault on your clit, rubbing the swollen nub in tight, fast circles. The obscene sound of your arousal filled the room, mingling with your increasingly frantic whimpers and moans, even if you tried your best to keep them down

“Tell me how badly you want it, baby," he growls, his voice heavy with lust. "Beg for my cock like a good little slut. Let me hear how much you need me to fill this tight little cunt."

“Please please In-ho” you whined, your head pressed against the desk as you threw your hips back, trying to get as much friction as possible “I’ve been good, I deserve it” every ounce of desperation transpired from your tone, and you didn’t know how much longer you could stand the teasing, especially when his finger on your clit made you feel so good

In-ho smirked at your pleading, a dark, grin spreading across his handsome face. He loved seeing you like this, reduced to a needy, wanton mess, begging for his cock.

Satisfied by your begging, he lined himself up with your entrance, the thick head of his cock pushing against your slick, swollen folds. With one hard, powerful thrust, he pushed himself fully inside you, burying his cock to the hilt in your tight, gripping heat, as you moaned shamelessly under him.

In-ho let out a guttural groan at the exquisite sensation, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savored the feeling of your walls fluttering around him. He started to move, pulling out until just the tip remained inside you, before slamming back in, setting a hard, relentless pace as he fucked into you with deep, powerful strokes. "That's it, baby," he grunted, his voice strained with the effort of his thrusts. "Take my cock like the good little slut you are. Fuck, you're so goddamn tight. This cunt was made for me."

The pleasure made your eyes roll into the back of your head, and it was better than you’ve ever imagined, all the nights you spent with your fingers in your pussy, dreaming about this, weren’t even close at how good it actually felt

In-ho's hips slammed against yours with brutal force, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the office. He gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling you back to meet his increasingly erratic thrusts. His cock driving into you with punishing intensity, stretching your tight walls around his thick girth.

"Fuck, your cunt feels incredible baby” *he snarled, his breath coming in harsh pants against your neck. “Such a perfect little slut, gripping my cock so tightly. You were made to be fucked hard and put in your place by an older man, weren't you, you dirty girl?"

He reached down, his fingers finding your clit and pinching the sensitive nub roughly. His other hand slid under your shirt, pushing the fabric up and out of the way before palming your breast, squeezing the soft mound and rolling your nipple between his fingers. “Scream for me, baby. Let everyone know who this needy little pussy belongs to now. Let them hear you getting reamed by your professor like the cock-hungry slut you are."

“Stop being mean” You whined, having to bite your lips to not let the obscene moans escape your mouth. You fingers gripping into the desk, trying to ground yourself, as he kept slamming relentlessly into you In-ho chuckled darkly, amused by your token protest even as your body betrayed your true desires. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he grinded his hips against yours, stirring his thick cock deep inside your fluttering walls.

"Oh, but where's the fun in that, baby?" he purred, his voice a low, sinful rumble. "I think you love it when I'm mean to you. Love being put in your place, being used like the little slut you are, getting fucked by a real man. Admit it, no one else has ever made you feel as good as I do”

He punctuated his words with a particularly sharp thrust, slamming into you so hard the desk shook beneath you. His hand leaving your breast to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, but the threat was there

"Now be a good girl and moan for me baby. Let yourself go” When he picked back up the pace, the head of his dick hit deliciously the soft spot inside you, and a cry of his name left your lips, not caring anymore if someone could walk by and hear you

“Feels so good In-ho” you whined, the pressure in your lower tummy starting to build up “Yeah? You close baby?” he groaned into your ear as he could hear your walls flutter and tighten around his cock, the hand around your throat tightened incrementally, the lack of oxygen mixing with the overwhelming pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge

“Wanna come on my cock? Make a mess like the good little slut you are?” the pace he had on your clit only grew faster, and it felt so good you wanted to drool

"That's it, baby. I can feel you getting close” he grunted, his voice strained with his own impending release. "Gonna come all over my cock like a good little slut? Give it to me baby. Let go and cum for me."

He rubbed your clit faster, the rough pad of his thumb grinding against the sensitive nub as he drove into you with short, sharp thrusts, you could feel the pressure in your core building up, your body tensing and coiling

In-ho snarled, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your neck as he hilted inside you one last time, his thick cock pulsing and throbbing as he started to come undone. At the same time, he pinched your clit hard, the sharp sting mingling with the overwhelming pleasure, pushing you ruthlessly over the edge.

With a sharp cry of his name. you came undone, your body convulsing and shaking as the mind-blowing orgasm crashed over you. Your walls clenched and spasmed around In-ho's throbbing cock, gripping him like a vice as wave after wave of intense, electrifying pleasure coursed through you. You could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing deep inside you, stretching you wide as he buried himself to the hilt in your spasming heat.

His thick cock throbbing and pulsing as he started to come undone. He grinded his pelvis against you, stirring his release deep into your spasming cunt as his harsh pants and grunts filled your ears, "Fuck, fuck! That’s it baby, fucking take it all”

In-ho's arm tightened around your waist, crushing you against him as he pushed his spurting cock deep inside your clenching heat, riding out the aftershocks of his intense release. He leaned against you, his weight pressing you into the desk as he caught his breath, his hand finally releasing your throat to stroke along your side soothingly. He peppered your neck with sloppy kisses, his touch almost tender in contrast to the brutal fucking he just gave you.

"That's my good girl," he praised breathlessly, his voice rough and sated. "Coming so hard on my cock, letting me fill you up."

And in your still fucked up daze you could only whine, but as he got out of you, feeling his cum slowly slide down your inner thigh, you knew you could get used to this.

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Help, I’ve been called out.

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REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

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not to go all cringe on main but fictional characters have genuinely helped me through some of the worst shit in my life n i’ll forever be grateful to fiction for giving me comfort when i’ve needed it most

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My favorite new TikTok trend isn't even a trend. It's just this random shop selling these Hozier tshirts with everyone but Hozier on them

Truly it brings me joy

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Idk why I bother going into the AA tag because it's just people trying to claim that because AA is like "I'm gonna spoil you rotten and you're GOING TO LIKE IT" he's abusive like girl

girl

no

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That man. Will never settle with you being upset. EVER. If you want someone beheaded for wronging you, he'll do it. If you want caviar on toast every night for dinner, he'll make it happen. You wanna sleep in silk sheets, be adorned in gold and diamonds--he will do it.

That's what he's saying to you at the reunion party. He's not saying "I'm going to give you whatever of my choosing and you're going to like it!!" as if you have no choice in it. You need only say what you want and he'll do it.

The man is at your service. Not the opposite way around. He is obsessed with you. To the point where it should be considered a sickness lmao.

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For ryndathegalemancer ❤️ Background ripped by @bhaalbaaby 🩷

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Protective Dialogue

"Please, tell me if your hurt."

"I won't let anything happen to you."

"They have to go through me."

"You are safe with me."

"Who has hurt you?"

"You stay here and I will check it out."

"I'm very much determined to keep you alive."

"Don't worry about me, I'm just happy to know you're safe."

"Just close your eyes and trust me."

"Can I take your hand? Don't let go, ok?"

"They will not get to you, I promise."

"You're safe with me. You always are."

"Anything happened to you?"

"Stay behind me."

"I will always stick up for you."

"Call me as soon as you get home."

"You protect me, I protect you."

"Can I walk with you? It would make me feel better."

"Nobody has the right to touch you."

"You can always come to me, alright?"

Master Prompt List

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no one will know which one it is.

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what if i did

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*sigh*

DUSK TILL DAWN

pairing: hwang inho/young-il/frontman x fem reader.

warnings: age gap (reader is 20, inho is in his late 40s) slowburn. oral fixation. thigh riding. plot with porn. yearning. sexual tension. canon compliant. slight infantilization. no y/n used.

summary: he promised that you will make it out alive. he will make sure of it, no matter what it takes.

word count: 6.5k

BABY I'M RIGHT HERE & FLY ME TO THE MOON POSTED!

SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

please ignore any mistakes.

as you wipe the blood from your face, the reality of your situation sets in. you never thought you'd get used to the smell of blood— much less the sight of it. or the texture. and now you're covered in it. the white of your uniform splattered with crimson, the metallic smell of it almost overwhelming. in a situation like the one you're in, you can only laugh. the mere sight of blood used to make you feel faint; make you want to throw up because you're squeamish. now you're covered in it from head to toe.

it's not yours. it's of the people they shot dead during the second game.

you barely remember how you made it out alive. the second one was all thanks to your team— thanos and nam-gyu were the closest to your age, and teaming up with them worked in your favour. your age and gender was a liability to the others, but they were kind enough to take you in. or perhaps they were thinking with their dicks. would it really matter either way?

but with the way they act, you're not sure if you want to continue being in a team with them. especially since thanos keeps trying to woo you with his poor rapping skills. they're way too loud and reckless for you, and you're scared they might get you killed. they're not willing to give up the game anytime soon, either.

then there's the first game— you're alive, because of 456. that crazy man who supposedly had played the games before. if it wasn't for him pulling you behind his back, you would've left the premises in a cardboard box. especially because you fucking sneezed as soon as the doll turned back.

since then, you've decided you don't want to play this game anymore. 456 has been desperately trying to change the other's mind— but they're greedy and insistent. you pressed the cross for his sake, and for the others, and for yourself. hell, you can live in debt, but what use is that money if you die trying? you're not that much of a hard worker. you value your life above anything else.

you walk over to their team— 456, and his two loud team members. another man is sitting there— player 001. the one who ruined your chance of going home on the first vote. he seems ordinary, but you know of him because you saw him beat the shit out of thanos. that was another reason you decided to abandon that team— you could not be seen with a bully, or a loser. as you approach him, you give him a slight nod of acknowledgement, which he returns. you turn your attention to 456, and thank him profusely for what he did for you. he's kind, you'll give him that. you like kind people.

"if you don't mind me asking—" a voice interrupts, and you look over your shoulder. it's player 001. he looks at you curiously. "how old are you?"

"old enough." you retort cheekily. he doesn't look amused as he cocks his head to the side.

"i'm curious as to why a little kid like you would compromise herself for money."

that shuts you up. you're offended, to say the least. who is he to call you a little kid? the entire team also looks on, seemingly baffled. the question makes sense. you're sure you're the youngest out of all players. and people can tell because you look it too. you don't really know how to respond, so you just look on with a frown, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"forgive me—" he lets out an awkward chuckle, "i didn't mean it the wrong way. i'm just worried."

you give him an uneasy smile, rubbing the back of your neck. the others go back to their conversations, and you shrug. he shoots a glance towards gi-hun before sitting back down and shifting slightly, as if making room for you. you take a seat beside him. there's silence before he glances at the symbol on your jacket— the cross.

"i'm sorry." he says with a small smile, looking straight ahead, "you wanted to go home but you had to continue because of me. i put a kid in danger."

"i'm not a kid," you huff softly, straightening up, "i'm twenty. but yeah, you should be sorry."

you give him a small smile to ensure he knows that the last line is lighthearted. he seems to understand and returns it.

"dont worry about it," you sigh, fiddling with the zip of your jacket, "im sure you had your reasons. just like i have mine for coming here."

"and your parents?" he asks. he's so polite, it warms your heart. polite and soft spoken. and visibly tough. probably some officer, you think, judging by his skills you previously saw.

"that's what i need the money for." you sigh, leaning back against the bunker. "i need enough money to establish myself. continue my studies. bring my mom and my sister to come live with me. settle off my father's debts because he's a coward who decided to pass down his sins onto his daughter."

he raises his eyebrows, and you take a sharp breath. there's a moment of silence between you two— you think for a moment, and feel your eyes get slightly glassy. you're not going to cry in front of a stranger. you put on a brave face. "if i die here, my mother—"

he stares at you silently, before putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, interrupting your cursed sentence. "you'll make it out alive."

the doors open, and the staff comes in again. they reveal the number of players left, showcase the money that each person would get, and then the voting starts again.

this time, player 001 doesn't disappoint you. he goes first, and clicks on the cross. the hope it gives you eventually shatters as more and more players begin to vote in favour of continuing the game. you see 456 get increasingly agitated as he begins to make his way towards the front of the crowd. before he can speak, he's interrupted.

001's voice rings out loud and authoritative, and worried. he reprimands the voters in favour, calls them out on their selfishness.

"we'll all die if we keep playing!" he chastises the crowd urgently. "you have to survive first, or there won't be a next step—"

"there's no next step for us!" he's interrupted by player 100. a stout old man who had been at odds against 456 since the start— you remember him having 10 billion won in debt. it makes you snicker. he eggs on the crowd. "with that money, we won't be able to pay our debts. we need to play one more game, then the money will increase to 240 million. with that we can pay atleast a little of our debts! isn't that right!?"

"you're going to die trying!" you snap, making your way to the front of the crowd. you glare at player 100, at all his little supporters cheering at the back. "your greed is going to get you killed. how can you be so confident to say that you'll survive the next game? what if you die?"

"you shut up, young lady!" he hisses, mouth scrunching bitterly. "is that how you speak to your elders? your brain is too small to comprehend real life problems. we can't continue with our lives with that little money!"

"continue your lives?" a laugh bubbles out of your throat. "look at that greying head of yours, you barely have a life ahead of you! why don't you let us live ours?!"

that seems to have ticked him off, because he quite literally turns red as he takes a threatening step towards you.

"what did you just say?"

"i said—" you step forward, shooting him a challenging glare, "you're too old to be playing children's games. vote wisely and let us go home."

he lets out a snarl before trying to lunge at you, but you're pulled back as player 001 steps between the two of you. like a wall. he looks at the old man, eyes cold, his voice low. "that's enough."

since the incident with thanos, nobody has really tried anything with 001. it's obvious enough they're intimidated by him, and they don't want to be on the receiving end of his wrath. 100 doesn't either, with the way he collects himself and steps back, embarrassed. you look over 001's shoulder, make eye contact with the old man and shoot him a taunting smile. you know it's childish, but you've resented him from the start.

before the old man can say anything, player 001 drags you to the side where you can't argue with people anymore. and the voting continues.

"you can't talk to people like this," he says lowly, gaze focused on the crowd. staring at something that you can't figure out. "you never know what they might do."

you huff bitterly. you know what he means.

"i don't care. i fucking hate bullies."

"potty mouth." he chastises, but theres a smirk on his face. he's teasing. you chuckle.

"remember you need to get out of here alive." he repeats, looking at you with an intensity that is almost terrifying. "you can't do that if you keep this up."

"jeez, okay dad." you joke, rolling your eyes. your words make him smile lightly.

"thanks for having my back there." you tell him sincerely. he looks at you for a bit before nodding in acknowledgement.

the voting ends, and they announce that the games will continue tomorrow. it makes your heart drop.

that night, you feel uneasy when you try to sleep. your clothes stick to your skin, and the side of your face keeps itching. with an irritated grumble, you get off the bunker and walk over to your new friend's side. you squint your eyes before looking for 001— and when you find him, you gently shake him.

"are you sleeping?" you whisper.

he opens his eyes, wincing slightly before sitting up. his voice is hushed as he responds, "not anymore. what is it?"

you bite your lower lip nervously before reluctantly asking, "will you go to the restroom with me? i'm kinda scared to go alone."

he blinks at you, confused. you continue out of sheer desperation.

"those guards just stare weirdly with their weird little masks and it makes me nervous." you hope your voice doesn't shake as you speak. "last time one of them kept knocking on the door while i was in the washroom and it just— scared the shit out of me. and my face is itching and i really need to go. please?"

he listens patiently. for a moment you think he'd decline but he just sighs and nods, and you cheer just a little as he steps out and follows you to the door. you bang on it, loudly telling the guards that you need to go. one of them opens the sliding window, and then immediately opens the door. it makes you feel strange, because usually it takes a lot more effort to convince them. either way, you're grateful.

you know your better option would've been to take one of the girls with you, but the sad fact is you haven't had the chance to get friendly with any of the female players yet. and for some reason, player 001 makes you feel a sense of safety and security that is almost strange— you feel at ease around him.

"i'll be in the men's room," he tells you, and you nod. he shoots a glance to the guard standing outside the women's restroom before walking away. you quickly go inside, and the first thing you do is splash water on your face.

you quickly clean the blood off your skin, holding back the urge to cry. you scrub at your cheeks till you're sure you can scratch the itch away for good. your nails dig a little too deep, and a little blood oozes out of the scratches on the side of your face. you clean that too, and then try to scrub the splatters of blood off your t-shirt. it's white, and you have no soap— so the stains remain. a faint reminder. you take your time, and anticipate the knocking— but it never comes.

you look in the mirror, at your tired face and sunken eyes, before giving yourself a nod and stepping out. 001 is waiting for you outside, looking to the side. he gives you an odd look as you step out, before walking alongside you.

"are you alright?" he asks gently, concerned. kind as ever.

you look at him again, give him a nod. "thank you."

when you two reach the room, he returns the smile with one of his own.

as you make your way to the bunker, he grabs your shoulder, "why don't you start sleeping on our side?" he says quietly, "join the team. there's a bed near mine. you won't feel so scared that way."

you blink, trying to see his face in the darkness. the offer is enticing— and most of all, it warms your heart.

"really?" you ask hopefully.

"really." he says kindly.

you follow him to the bunker, and he covers the railing with his hand to avoid you getting hurt as you bend down to get into the bed. he looks at the slightly wet patches on your shirt— blinks before getting a bedsheet and putting it over you. "get some sleep. we got a game to play tomorrow."

you smile softly at him. as he turns to get into his own bed, you grab his hand. it's warm against yours— big and rough. you don't allow your mind to drift that way. it's not right. he looks at you, gaze questioning.

"thanks again," you say softly, "it means a lot to me."

he leans down a little to ruffle your hair before going back to his bed and laying down. you close your eyes and drift to sleep— unaware that he stays up, thinking.

breakfast is boring— bread and milk. you sit on the bed, scowling. player 456 is surprised as he sees you there, before you two share understanding smiles. you bow a little and he bows back before going along with his friend. 001 comes to sit by you then, munching on his own breakfast.

"i miss home," you mumble, "how am i supposed to survive on just this? it's not even chocolate milk."

001 laughs, "don't worry, you can have whatever you want once you get out of here."

"will i?"

he looks at you, raising his eyebrows. you take his silence as a cue to continue, "im scared i'll die in here."

he looks down, before shifting to be closer to you. "you made it this far, didn't you?"

you look at him, voice getting shaky. "and what if i dont make it till the end? what if i die here and my family thinks i abandoned them? i don't want to die. i haven't even lived my life yet."

his expression is hard to read. "you'll make it out of here alive," he tells you with conviction, "ill make sure of it."

your lips wobble as you stare at him, and he smiles before poking you in the nose. "finish your food. you need the energy for the next game. we'll make it out alive, then we'll try to get the voters on our side and go home. sound good?"

you snort, rolling your eyes before nodding. "sounds good."

he gives you his bread then, tells you to eat more. when you protest, he sends a warning glare your way— the one with a quirked eyebrow and a knowing gaze. you roll your eyes, and happily eat it.

you were hungry. perhaps he can tell things like that. you're just grateful.

today, you decided to be a little rebellious. when you first joined the games, you used to spend a long time in the bathrooms— analyzing, looking for a way out. during that time, you'd discovered that one of the screws in the ceiling vent was loose. you hadn't really bothered checking it before, but since it's daytime and you have some time before the next game, you decide to explore.

your hairclip works— the screws were not tightly fixed, so it unscrewed easily. you'd contemplated checking it out last night, but you didn't want to take any risks, especially since player 001 was with you. so now whatever you do, the responsibility will be yours.

when the bathroom gets empty and all the women leave, you pull it down and try climbing up. it's moments like these that you can pride yourself on your agility— work that usually required two people, you could do alone. with one leg on the flush and the other on the top of the cubicle, you climbed up, scratching the side of your arm slightly before finally getting in the vents. you groaned to yourself, and then started crawling inside. there were two ways to go— you chose the left one. you looked down, trying to understand the layout of the place where you were practically held hostage. you keep crawling, making sure not to make too much noise before finally seeing a place through the gaps that you hadn't seen before— you carefully remove the screws and pull it apart.

the place looks empty. the walls are all sorts of pink and green. you put your head down and look both ways, seeing a door at the end of the hallway. carefully, you climb down and lower yourself to the ground with a thump. your shoulder hurts a little. you stand up, and aim for the door. as soon as you begin walking, you hear footsteps. it's as if someone splashed cold water on you— you realize the grave mistake you just made. guards walk here with guns, and you made the impulsive decision to explore a dangerous place like this by yourself?

you look around, running towards the other end of the hallway. the footsteps get louder, and as you look over your shoulder, something grabs you. out of reflex, you go to scream, but a hand clamps down on your mouth, and your back collides with a hard chest.

"shh, it's me." the voice hisses. your wide eyes look up, scared, before realizing who it is.

player 001.

your chest heaves as you break out into a sweat, a tear rolling down your cheek. he keeps you in a tight hold, looking to the side, your breath dampening his hand. the footsteps suddenly become faint, as if walking away. your breaths sync together, and after a moment, he relaxes.

he takes his hand off your mouth before harshly twisting you to face him. his voice is hushed but angry, "what were you thinking?!"

"what are you doing here?" you whisper shakily at the same time.

"everyone was back in the room except you. i came to find you!" he chides, eyes hard. he shakes you slightly, "do you really plan to get killed like this? is this how you want to die? can you go one moment without being a reckless brat—"

his words make you want to cower in on yourself.

"i wanted to find a way out." you try to sound assertive, but your voice betrays you. your words come out panicked, "I wanted to help and— fuck— i got you in trouble too— you shouldn't have come looking for me! fuck— how are we gonna make it out of here?"

he sighs, squeezing his eyes shut before looking at you tiredly. "the game is about to start. we'll mix in with the crowd when they leave, i doubt they'll notice."

"are you sure it'll work?" you ask. you hear a faint announcement. the game is about to start.

he looks up at the speakers, alert. he grabs you tightly and drags you away with an air of confidence. "let's go."

you don't encounter any guards on the way back. it's strange, but you figure it's because they're all preparing for the next game. player 001's plan worked, because you two mixed in with the crowd, and the guards didn't notice. one of them turned back to look at you, and you panted, staring back at him. your heart raced, but you felt the presence of 001 next to you, and you felt at ease again. the guard looked away.

"i told you to stop being reckless." he says quietly, looking at 456 and 390, before looking back at you. your legs hurt from climbing so many stairs. "what would you have done if they found you?"

you swallow the lump in your throat, staring up at him intensely, eyes glassy. he saved your life. "i guess you stopped that from happening."

he clenches his jaw, his gaze flickering up and down your face before looking away. "i won't always be there to save you."

you look away, heart dropping. "thank you, 001."

"call me young-il."

you look up at him, blinking back tears, quirking an eyebrow as you two walk. "only if you allow me to add 'sir' at the end of it."

he chuckles, eyes crinkling. he has such a nice laugh. "why's that? respect?"

you nod, giving a little bow. "respect is very important in my culture as well. so thank you for saving my life, young-il sir."

he grins a little and pats your head. you thank him again, and decide you like him enough. so you tell him your name.

he tests it on his tongue, and you quite like the way he says it.

the next game had to be the most terrifying so far.

it was called mingle, and you had to run to the rooms in groups according to the number announced. things like these were where you got scared— where you had to group with people. in dangerous situations, you know people usually only look out for two types of people— themselves, and the ones dearest to them.

you were not dear to anyone here. you really should've interacted with more people.

the platform rotates, before the number is announced. six. your eyes widen and you frantically look around, but young-il is faster. he grabs you and drags you to the room with the rest of the team. you pant as the 30 seconds pass, and then look out the window in the door to see how many people were left— quite a few. your eyes widen as the red guards move forward with their guns raised.

young-il leaps forward and covers your eyes with his hand before pulling you into himself as the gunshots ring out— you flinch and shudder at every single one, breathing sharp and your entire frame trembling violently. when there is silence and the doors open, you look up. young-il gently lets go of you, looking around. he's panting too, and you look at him with the most crushed look on your face before he meets your gaze. he can tell what you want to know— why would you do that?

"you shouldn't have to see all this." he says quietly, adjusting his jacket and putting a little distance between you two. 456 pats your shoulder and makes sure people are okay before moving out. you just look at young-il for a while, but he simply looks around, seemingly lost in thought. as if fighting a war within himself. you wish you knew how to reassure him like he did with you, but you realize you barely know anything about him.

the entire floor is painted with blood. the sight makes you want to vomit. you walk carefully, but your foot slips in someone's blood and you begin to fall over. 456 catches you. "are you alright?"

instinctively, your gaze tries to find young-il but he's standing away. his head is lowered.

"yes, thank you." you give 456 a smile, before assuming your place on the platform again.

you play a few more rounds. you're lucky enough to have someone to team with each time— young-il and 456 don't let go of you even once. but then the voice runs out again, and they announce the number 3. this time, 456 is dragged along with the old woman and her son. you look around frantically, and meet young-il's panicked gaze with your own. you begin to run towards him, but two people grab you and drag you towards one of the rooms.

thanos and nam-gyu. you shriek at them, clawing at their arms and trying to run back out. what if young-il doesn't make it? what if something bad happens?

this time, you have no one to cover your eyes or ears. thanos and nam-gyu talk shit within themselves, and you look outside the little window, flinching with every gunshot ringing out, trying to pinpoint if it's young-il's body falling to the ground. you can't help the light sob erupting from your throat, and thanos chooses the wrong moment to come bother you.

"watcha looking for, señorita?" he laughs, poking your side, "is it your old man? did he finally—"

you turn to him and punch him in the face. he falls back and groans dramatically, rubbing the blood running down his nose. nam-gyu rushes to his rescue, giggling. they're both high as a kite. the doors open, and you rush out before they can bother you further.

you look around. 456 is with the rest of the team, but you can't find young-il. frantically, you look towards the dead bodies, heart pounding against your chest and head throbbing. suddenly, there's cheers from your team, and you look up to see young-il walking over with a bright grin on his face.

you don't know what compelled you to do it. you were acting on your emotions— overwhelmed by the relief you felt on the sight of his face. before you can even stop, you're dashing towards him and crashing into his body, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

he's shocked, that much is obvious by the way he tenses slightly. but then he returns the hug, wrapping his arms around you and placing one hand on your head, gently patting. "i told you we'd make it."

you choke on a soft sob, nodding, burying your head further into his chest, as if ready to climb inside him, "i thought you—"

he shushes you softly, voice gentle as he runs a hand through your hair. you can feel his heart racing against his chest too. you wonder if it's for the same reasons as you. "i'm okay."

you wish the game ended there. but there was one more round to go. as you rotated on the platform— the moment you were dreading finally happened as young-il predicted it. the number announced was two.

you were ready to die there. things seemed to happen in slow motion— 456 took his best friend 390, 149 was dragged by her son. you didn't get the chance to see who took who next, because young-il had grabbed your hand and was dragging you towards one of the rooms. there were only fifty rooms— the first one you two got to was taken. he dragged you to another with a mere ten seconds left.

you sighed in relief as you got in, before seeing another man was already there. he was shaking in fear, and you jumped at the harshness of young-il's voice when he ordered him to get out. when the other player refused, young-il lunged at him and put him in a headlock.

your eyes widened and you stepped forward, panic stricken but he looked right at you and called your name, "close your eyes!"

you flinched. you looked at the man, then at young-il, before squeezing your eyes shut. you slid to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest as soon as you heard a 'crack' before opening your eyes.

the player was dead. young-il cracked his neck.

the timer finished at that exact moment, and young-il crawled over to you before pulling you into his chest. the gunshots rang out, and you flinched, sobbing.

young-il killed someone.

"i had to do it," he whispered against your hair, holding your head against his chest, "we both have to make it out alive. i had to do it. you know that right?"

you wanted to believe him, you really did. but in that moment, you felt scared of him for the first time.

the doors opened, and the game finished.

while you wanted to revel in your victory, the incident during mingle had rattled you to your core. the others checked up on you, especially 388 and 456. young-il maintained some distance. you could feel like he thought it's what you wanted. but you could really use his comfort. you just don't know how to talk to him again without being nervous. you force yourself to relive your previous interactions with him— he's still the same young-il who has saved you and comforted you countless times.

he did what he had to do to ensure your survival. that wasn't something you could hold against him. not when both of your lives were on the line.

the voting this time was just as challenging. you made your way to the front of the crowd, praying that they'd choose wisely this time. you need to go home.

one of the players in the old man's team showed you the finger before clicking the 'o' button. the action made your eye twitch, and you grit your teeth before straightening up to attack that guy and scratch his face off, but a hand to your chest held you back.

if looks could kill, young-il's glare could've sent that guy home in a body bag. as the votes in favour of continuing the game increased, you pushed his hand off you and addressed the crowd, "have you all lost your fucking minds?!"

their chitter chatter stopped and they looked at you. you clench your jaw, "after losing so many people out there you still want to play? what the fuck is wrong with you people? are human lives that invaluable to you?"

player 100 steps forward, insufferable as always. "don't you see how much money we're getting for each person? it could settle our debt! we can't give up after how far we've come."

"you're gonna die!" you snap, pointing at him, "you could take this money and go home and be happy instead of risking your life for something that is not assured to you! why won't you listen?! i want to go home!"

the others in favour of terminating the game start chanting with you, a string of 'i want to go home' echoing across the room.

player 100 glares, urging his own team to chant against you. he looks towards young-il, yells something along the lines of, "look after your fucking kid!" before the barell of a gun presses against the back of your head. the whole room freezes, and so do you.

"disruptions against a democratic vote will not be excused." the robotic voice calls out. for a second you think this is it. you look at young-il. if you die here, you'd prefer the man who saved your life to be the last person you see. he glares at the guard, his jaw clenching. the guard lowers the gun and steps back and you let out a breath of relief.

you immediately saunter over to him, gritting your teeth. the vote is a tie— and they announce the next voting to be held tomorrow.

456 says there's about to be a fight. the rest of the team got busy setting up a barricade— and you didn't get the chance to talk to your player. you knew his concern though, when he made sure to especially hide your side of the bed with two mattresses.

you play with the hem of your shirt as you sit in your bed by your lonesome. your food sits by you, untouched. you dont feel like eating. the weight on the bed shifts, and young-il appears into view.

"you're not eating."

you swallow the lump in your throat. "i don't feel like it."

he contemplates, eyes lowered before he looks at you again. "im sorry you had to witness that. I don't want you to be scared of me."

you want to cry. "im not." you whisper, "you.. you had to do what you had to do. to save us."

he blinks, nodding.

"back there, i thought that was it. it's over." you chuckle bitterly. "but you saved me again. you acted on impulse. i could never resent you for it."

your eyes are bloodshot as you look at him again. fat tears roll down your cheeks, and he frowns. he sighs before leaning closer, brushing the tears away. "why are you crying?"

"i wouldn't have survived this far if it wasn't for you." you whisper, voice cracking. "promise me you wouldn't abandon me. promise me you won't die."

his gaze softens. he's silent for a bit, his hand coming to rest on your knee, "i promise."

you sniffle, wiping your tears away. a small smile appears on your face, "i punched thanos."

"thanos?" he frowns, confused before raising his eyebrows in recognition, "ah, the loud kid with the purple hair?"

you nod proudly. "he said something like 'did 001 finally die?' so i punched him."

he laughs heartily— face scrunching cutely, eyes crinkling. he shakes his head fondly before ruffling your hair again. "attagirl."

it makes you blush slightly and you smile, looking down at your lap. he grabs your dinner— the roll sitting next to you and unwraps it, taking out a piece before holding it out, "eat."

you snort before leaning forward and taking a bite. he looks at you for a while with that faraway look in his eyes, before wordlessly continuing to feed you the rest. the words go unsaid. 'what are we doing? why are we so comfortable with each other?'

some sauce sticks to the corner of your mouth. he raises his hand to hold your chin, his thumb gently wiping it off. your breath hitches.

neither of you protest when his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, gaze focused on it like he's hypnotized. he's thinking, mindlessly feeling the plush texture of it.

you've always been impulsive. especially in situations where you shouldn't be. it happens so naturally— how your lips part just slightly. and maybe he's impulsive too, because his thumb slips inside, and his breath hitches as soon as your lips wrap around his thumb.

his gaze raises to meet yours— and you blink almost dazedly. his thumb presses down on your tongue, and he calls out your name in the softest voice.

"i'm too old for you." he whispers, shaking his head in disapproval.

your eyes flutter, and you lean forward, grabbing hold of his wrist. he pulls his thumb out, and you almost whine in protest. to your utter delight, he replaces it with two of his fingers, and your eyes almost roll back as you crawl forward till you're situated on his lap, mouth stuffed with his index and middle finger. you suck on them enthusiastically. they're long and thick and perfect and you don't want them out of your mouth ever again. it elicits a soft moan out of him— and if you could put that sound on repeat for the rest of your life, you'd be happy.

he pulls his fingers out and grabs the back of your head, pulling you close till your foreheads press together. you try to lean forward, to capture his lips with your own. he chuckles slightly, eyes closed, playfully rubbing his nose against yours. you whine.

"so impatient." he whispers, and then his lips are colliding with yours. it would be embarrassing if someone were to catch you two like this— more so for him than for you. thankfully, the others are busy strategizing for the night, and are not looking for either of you.

you moan softly and he bites down on your bottom lip, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. it's desperate and reckless and so full of spit— it makes you whimper into his mouth and he pulls you further into himself, as if telling you to shut up. his experience is obvious in the way he kisses, and you follow his lead. unknowingly, your hips start gently grinding against his thigh, and he lets out a soft hiss. he pulls away slightly, strings of saliva connecting your mouths. he licks it away.

"come on, sweetheart," he whispers, one hand coming down to help your hips grind against his thigh, "make yourself feel good— that's it, that's my good girl."

you moan softly, and his free hand clamps your mouth shut. he speeds his movement, clenching and unclenching the muscle of his thigh, guiding your hips to move faster against his lap. it's been so long since you've masturbated— and this is unarguably the hottest situation you've ever been in, with the hottest man you've ever seen. so you're already close. you cry out into his hand, your voice muffled. he understands what you mean and lets you move on your own speed then, pulling your head into the crook of his neck as he whispers soft words of praise into your ear.

the moment he calls you his good girl again, you cum. he muffles the sound with his hand, squeezing his eyes shut before he looks at you intensely. you collapse against him, slightly sweaty, your hands holding onto his shoulders as you cling to him. he runs his hand through your hair, breathing sharply. it's a small moment of bliss in the hell you've found yourself in.

soon, the lights go out, and dread settles in your stomach once you feel his body tensing. player 388 pulls one of the mattresses back slightly, hisses a quick "get under the bed!"

and the next game begins.

A/N: this was incredibly fun to write. i love writing him a little soft and fatherly, so deal with it. i might write a part 2 for this, if anyone wants that. this idea has been in my head for a while. i love him so, so much. this fic is my baby and i truly hope you guys like reading it as much as i liked writing it.

tags! @carolinevoight @lovers-roq @wildtigerlili @menabuser16 @deadlyobsessivfennec @watasinekoru @hanakokunzz @cowuies

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