#Wi Hajoon

[mariesdolls]

Dangerous Obsession

warning : public sex, car sex , squirting, female&male giving & receiving, dirty talk. fluff + smut mdni.

Genre : smut & fluff a bit of angst

The first time you met Hwang Jun-ho, you knew two things about him: he was the best bodyguard money could buy, and he had no patience for people like you.

You weren’t royalty, but you might as well have been. Being the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the country meant your life wasn’t your own. It belonged to security teams, political expectations, and a father who measured love in protection, not affection. And now, it belonged to Hwang Jun-ho—a man who looked at you like you were the most frustrating part of his day.

His sharp gaze assessed you from the doorway of your father’s estate, where he’d just been introduced as your new bodyguard. He was tall, lean, and deadly in the way only men like him could be. Trained, disciplined, dangerous. A man who never smiled, at least not in your direction.

“Miss,” he greeted, his voice clipped.

You arched a brow. “No first names? Not even a ‘nice to meet you’?”

His lips twitched, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to your father, awaiting instructions.

Yeah. This was going to be fun.

The first week was tense. Jun-ho didn’t just watch over you; he studied you. Every move you made, every glance you threw his way, he cataloged with unnerving precision. You tested him in small ways—walking slightly ahead to see if he’d speed up, lingering too long in certain places just to see if he’d get impatient. He never did.

One evening, you attended a gala hosted by your father’s associates. You wore a backless gown that shimmered under the chandelier lights, the kind that turned heads. Including his. For the first time since he’d been assigned to you, you saw something flicker in Jun-ho’s eyes—something dark, something dangerous.

He recovered quickly, standing rigid by your side as you sipped your champagne.

"You're staring," you murmured over the rim of your glass.

"Your dress is impractical," he replied coolly.

"It wasn’t meant for practicality."

His jaw tightened. "It certainly wasn’t meant for security."

You smiled. "Relax, Mr. Hwang. No one’s going to kill me at a party."

"That’s what they all think. Until they do."

The way he said it sent a chill down your spine.

Every day was a battle of wills. You pushed; he resisted. You tested; he remained unshaken.

One afternoon, you ditched your assigned schedule and slipped out through the back entrance of the estate. It was a game to you, seeing how long it would take before Jun-ho found you. You made it three blocks before you heard the unmistakable sound of his footsteps behind you.

"Going somewhere?" His voice was calm, but his eyes held a storm.

You turned, smiling sweetly. "Just for a walk."

His jaw tensed. "You know that’s not how this works."

"I don’t recall asking for a babysitter."

"Too bad. You got one anyway."

Before you could argue, he closed the distance between you, standing so close you could feel the heat of his body.

"Try that again," he warned, "and you won’t like what happens next."

A slow grin spread across your lips. "Careful, Mr. Hwang, or I’ll think you actually like me."

His mouth curled into a grin. “Darling, we’re way beyond like.”

Your breath hitched, but you refused to let him see the effect he had on you. He was a bodyguard, and you were his job. That was all. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Tension coiled between you in the weeks that followed. It was in the way his eyes lingered when he thought you weren’t looking, the way his fingers brushed against your lower back as he guided you through a crowd. He was careful, so careful, but the cracks were beginning to show.

One night, you were caught in a press ambush outside a charity event. Flashing lights, shouting voices, the frenzy of people pressing in too close. Jun-ho’s hand found your waist, firm and steady, as he maneuvered you into the car. But he didn’t let go, even when the doors shut and you were alone.

For a moment, you just breathed.

Then he realized his mistake and pulled away like he’d been burned.

"You okay?" he asked, voice rough.

You exhaled slowly, meeting his gaze. "You tell me."

His fingers curled into fists, tension radiating from his frame.

The first time Jun-ho touched you without the excuse of protection, it wasn’t soft. It was possessive, desperate, wrong. And you let him. you started at him for so long to the point that he indulged in your games

A muscle in his jaw ticked. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I think you like it.”

His eyes darkened. "well then..." You barely had time to catch your breath before he had you pinned you , his hand curling around the back of your neck while his thumb grazed your lip.

“ you're Mine to fight with. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck.” His voice dropped to a rasp. “Mine to love.”

After he said things shifted between the two of you including the position you guys are in because before you knew it you found yourself being eaten out by him..

“i-i don’t wanna mess up the car, Jun-ho,” you grit your teeth, because you’re worried about soaking the leather.

Jun-ho murmurs, voice hushed against your inner thighs. “seats are waterproof, did it myself.”

“trust me, sweetheart. just relax, and enjoy yourself.” Jun-ho's reassurance has your limbs loosening, once racing mind finally slowing down. his large fingers push inside you, and all you can do is whine his name.

 he ate you out, you squirted all over the place. when he’d practically ripped off your skirt and panties after you finished playing your games, you realized what could happen. the seats are leather, in pristine condition. you wouldn’t want to destroy them by squirting all over, right?

“squirt all over me, and the car.” Jun-ho demands, lightly slapping your fluttering pussy.

you moan, pushing a hand into his unbound hair and pulling as you push his face into your pussy. your heart’s pounding in your ears when he moans into you, fingers curling deep as he sucks your clit roughly.

“Jun-ho, harder!”

Jun-ho obliges, scalp tingling from how hard you’re yanking on his hair. his free hand rests on your thigh, tensing slightly as he keeps your trembling legs open.

the car is warm, and you feel dizzy as your orgasm builds beneath his harsh tongue. your tits jolt when your back straightens, white hot pleasure zapping through you like lightning. Jun-ho stops curling his fingers against your g-spot, and starts to scissor them in and out of you.

“Jun-ho!” you squeal above the squelching, wet sounds of your fluttering pussy, “mmmh, i think ‘m gonna—”

“do it for me, baby,” Jun-ho groans, looking up at you from where he’s positioned himself at your pussy.

all you can do is moan, head falling back when the tension and pressure inside you finally reaches its limit. liquid gushes out of you, spraying all over Jun-ho's face and dampening his hair, along with the leather of the seats around you.

your chest heaves as your eyes open, gasping at the sight before you. your boyfriend and his seats are covered in your squirt, and he’s leaning towards your pussy again to lick up the mess.

“mm mm,” Jun-ho’s fingers traced down your arm, slow and deliberate, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His eyes searched yours , hesitation warring with something deeper, something darker.

"Perhaps…" His voice was barely audible, roughened with restraint. His touch skimmed down your neck and over the curve of your shoulder. you felt goosebumps all over your body "I was always meant to find my way to you." you

His words sent a thrill through you, dangerous and intoxicating. You barely had time to process them before his lips ghosted over yours again, lingering just long enough to make you ache. “Forget a skipped beat. My heart skipped a whole song. If it skips any more, it’ll have no playlist left.”

Jun-ho’s laugh was quiet, almost disbelieving. “Then I guess we better make every song count.”

And then he kissed you—fully, desperately, like he had nothing left to lose. Like you were his rule to break, his sin to commit.

Like you were his.

The next morning, everything was different. You were different. The quiet between you was uncomfortable. It wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy, thick with unsaid words and unresolved feelings. You didn’t know how to look at him anymore, how to talk to him like it hadn’t happened. Like he hadn’t ruined you with just a kiss.

You couldn’t focus. You couldn’t think.

Later, after a tense silence, you found yourself in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, staring at the steam rising from the mug. Your phone buzzed with a text. It was from one of your best friends—Joo-ri. She had no idea what had been happening, no idea about the man who had been messing with your heart and your head. But you needed to talk to someone, and she was the only person you trusted.

“Let’s meet up,” the message read.

You sat across from her at a small café, the city’s bustle muffled by the quiet comfort of the café. Joo-ri sipped her coffee, watching you carefully as you fidgeted with your cup.

“What’s going on with you?” she asked, her voice soft but probing. “You’ve been off lately.”

You shrugged, taking a sip of your own drink to avoid meeting her gaze. “I don’t know. Just… things.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Things? Don’t give me that vague crap. You look like you’ve been run over by a truck. What happened?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The words felt stuck, like they were too heavy to be said aloud. Instead, you tried to change the subject.

“You know Jun-ho, right?” you finally asked.

Joo-ri���s eyes lit up. “Oh yeah, he’s hot.”

“He’s also my bodyguard,” you said flatly, taking another drink, avoiding her gaze.

She smirked, leaning in a little. “You two have been spending a lot of time together. He’s definitely good-looking, but… he’s kinda old.”

You laughed, the sound coming out a little more strained than you wanted it to. “He’s not that old. Besides, I love older men.”

Joo-ri’s eyes widened. “SAMEEEE!” she practically squealed.

You rolled your eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. But then, Hye-jin, your other friend, chimed in from the corner, her voice full of mock disapproval.

“You guys are hopeless.”

And just like that, the weight of everything you were feeling shifted for a moment. It was nice to laugh, even if it was just for a little while.

But when the day ended, the storm within you raged again. The emotional distance you had with Jun-ho became harder to ignore. There was too much heat between you, too much desire, and the forbidden nature of it was suffocating.

Later that evening, when you were alone again in the mansion, you found yourself face to face with him in the hallway. His gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, the world fell away. His words from earlier came rushing back—how he had claimed you, how he had kissed you like you were his. How you had let him.

You couldn’t stay away anymore.

“Jun-ho, I’m sorry, we can’t do this,” your voice trembled, the words catching in your throat. You took a step back, trying to distance yourself from him, as if that would make the pain go away. “This isn’t right, and besides…” You paused, your breath hitching, a lump forming in your throat. “I’m hard to love. I can’t promise you anything. I can’t even promise myself anything.”

Your eyes welled up, tears threatening to spill, and you fought them back with every ounce of strength you had. The emotion was too much.

Jun-ho’s gaze softened, but he didn’t move. He didn’t try to stop you. His silence was more painful than any words could have been, but you couldn't bring yourself to face him any longer.

“I don’t want you to make promises you can’t keep,” he said, his voice low, tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to walk away.”

Tears finally escaped, streaking down your face, betraying your resolve. You wiped them away angrily, unable to control the flood of emotions that seemed to overwhelm you every time he got too close.

Jun-ho’s expression faltered for just a second, and it was then that you realized something—he wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’m sorry someone let you believe you were hard to love, because, Darling, it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done,” Jun-ho said, his voice low but full of emotion. His eyes softened in a way you hadn’t seen before.

You blinked, feeling something twist inside you.

“Jun-ho…” you whispered.

He stepped closer, his fingers brushing the side of your face gently. “You think you’re hard to love? You’re not. You’re just scared. But I’ll never hurt you.”

The tension between you was unbearable, but this time, you didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned in slightly, giving him the unspoken permission he was waiting for.

“I’ll only kiss you when you ask me to. When you're breathless with how much you need me to kiss you. Then, and only then, will I kiss you,” Jun-ho teased, his lips hovering close to yours.

Your heart pounded in your chest. The air between you was thick with promise, and you knew, deep down, that you were both dangerously close to crossing a line you couldn’t come back from. But you wanted it. You needed it.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of everything you had been avoiding.

And then, he kissed you.

The world didn’t matter anymore.

a/n : can u tell I'm shit at writing angst? id rather jump off a building than write it but I had to for the sake of the story.

[carnalcrows]

DETECTIVE - JUNHO

pairing: junho x top male reader

synopsis: Your boyfriend returns from work all stressed and pent up. You decide to relieve him of his troubles.

content warnings: 18+, bottom junho, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, junho gets a little cock drunk.

word count: 1.0k

A/N: had fun with this request!! tysm anon <3

Jun-ho stumbled into the apartment, the weight of his investigation etched deeply into his tired features. His tie was loose, his shirt half-untucked, and his hair looked like he’d run his hands through it at least a hundred times that day. You were sprawled on the couch, casually flipping through a magazine, but the moment you heard the door creak open, you shot up to greet him.

“Rough day, detective?” you teased lightly, offering him a grin as he kicked off his shoes with the enthusiasm of a man who had been on his feet for far too long.

“Rough doesn’t even cover it,” he muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “I’m chasing ghosts, and every lead either disappears or ends up dead.”

You frowned sympathetically, stepping closer to slide your arms around his waist. “That’s why you’ve got me,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “To make you forget all about those pesky ghosts.”

Jun-ho gave a weary chuckle, his hands finding their place on your hips. “You always know how to make me feel better,” he murmured, though his shoulders remained tense.

“Well, that’s my job, isn’t it?” you quipped, gently pulling him toward the bedroom. “Come on, Mr. Detective. You need to relax, and I’ve got just the plan.”

The bedroom was dimly lit, a few candles casting a warm glow across the room. You pushed him gently onto the bed, your hands working at the buttons of his shirt before he could protest. “You need to stop overworking yourself,” you scolded playfully. “I can’t have my boyfriend turning into a stress zombie.”

Jun-ho sighed, letting you slide the shirt off his shoulders. “Easier said than done,” he mumbled. “This case… It's like nothing I’ve ever seen before. The scale of it, the cruelty—”

“Shhh,” you interrupted, pressing a finger to his lips. “No work talk. Just you, me, and forgetting all about whatever’s out there.”

He looked at you, his dark eyes softening as a small smile tugged at his lips. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And yet, you love me,” you replied smugly, leaning in to kiss him.

What started as a gentle kiss quickly deepened, the tension in his body melting away under your touch. Your hands roamed his back, coaxing him to relax as he let out a quiet, contented sigh. His lips moved against yours with increasing fervor, and you felt his earlier exhaustion being replaced by something far more passionate.

Your hands slid down his waist, settling at the hem of his pants, gently tugging them off.

“ ‘M gonna take care of you tonight,” you mumbled before pressing a kiss to his shoulder, before trailing them all the way to his happy trails.

You slightly nipped at his boxers, before pulling them down with your teeth, making him shudder.

“Fuck– just put it in already,” he mumbled, to which you merely smirked before picking up the packet of lube you had kept near the bedside and ripping it with your teeth.

The cool liquid slid down your fingers, and you took one and prodded at his home, before slowly sliding it in.

Jun-ho moaned at the intrusion, it had been a while since the two of you had done anything together.

You slid another digit in, followed by a third one. Three fingers were pumping in and out of the man, eliciting the most beautiful noises you had ever heard in a while.

Deeming him prepped enough, you removed you fingers, and replaced them with your hardened length, groaning as his hole clenched around the tip.

Jun-ho let out a loud moan, feeling filled to the brim. You slowly slid all the way in, stopping when your pelvis was reading against his ass.

“Gonna move now baby,” you uttered before pulling out all the way to the tip before slamming back in. His back arched, eyes going to the back of his head.

You showed no mercy with your thrusts, every single one hitting his prostate.

Jun-ho was clinging onto the bed sheets with a desperation, his legs tightening their grip on your thighs, pulling you closer into him.

His brain had gone haywire, you cock filling the empty space. It was all he could think about– if he could even think, given the situation.

Without warning, he came– painting both his and your torsos. You didn't stop however, merely speeding up your thrusts, making him whine from the overstimulation.

His hole clenched around you tightly, and you felt yourself release, coating his insides with your seed.

Jun-ho whined when you pulled out of him, feeling empty. You got up and grabbed a washcloth, wiping him down before cleaning yourself up. Throwing the cloth away, you tucked him into bed, laying down beside him and letting sleep take you over.

Hours later, Jun-ho was fast asleep beside you, his breathing steady and peaceful. You watched him for a moment, a soft smile playing on your lips as you brushed a strand of hair from his face. He looked so serene, so trusting.

And then your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Carefully, you slipped out of bed, grabbing the device and stepping into the other room. You glanced at the screen, your stomach flipping when you saw the name: Front Man.

You hesitated for only a moment before answering. “It’s done,” you whispered, your voice calm and controlled. “He’s completely distracted.”

A deep, distorted voice replied, “Good. Keep him that way. We can’t afford any interference.”

Your lips curved into a smirk, your eyes flicking back toward the bedroom where Jun-ho slept soundly. “He won’t suspect a thing. I’ll make sure of it.”

There was a pause on the other end, and then the voice said, “You’ve done well. Don’t forget where your loyalties lie.”

“Of course not,” you replied smoothly, ending the call and placing the phone back on the counter.

As you returned to bed, sliding under the covers beside Jun-ho, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of something—was it guilt? Regret? It didn’t matter. You’d made your choice long ago, and there was no turning back.

You wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close as he unconsciously leaned into your touch. “Goodnight, detective,” you murmured softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake.

And as the night stretched on, you lay there with him, your mind already calculating your next move.

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[ourwhisperingtorment]

Squid Game Season 1 Cast

[kudowon]

he's taking and leaving, but i keep believing, i'm staying believing— i can't believe that he's gone, he'll come 'round soon, i know.

오징어 게임 / SQUID GAME (2021-) dir. Hwang Dong-hyuk

[suuho]

최악의 악 / THE WORST OF EVIL (2023) dir. Han Dong-wook

[prplocks]

hello ! can i request some wi hajoon locks ? thank u !!

<3

[army-in-the-stars]

[citrinekay]

Worldwide Gay Star Wi Hajun on Hong Seokcheon's Jewelry Box Season 2 Episode 12

[kd-icons]

like or reblog if you save/use - pls don't repost ♡

[thandragonos]

Squid Game Masterlist -

Thanos/Choi Subong

Cho Hyunju

Hwang Junho

Kang Saebyeok

Myung Gi

Hwang Inho

Kang Dae-Ho

Semi

The salesman

Seong Gihun

Nam-Gyu

Kim Jun-Hee

Kyungsuk

Kang No-Eul (Pink Solider 011)

Minsu

Cho Sang-Woo

Masked officer

Kang Mi-Na

Choi Woo-Seok

Choi Min-Seok

Gyeong Su

Kim Sieun

Jiyeong

Ali Abdul

Kim

Pink soldier (Lee Sangjun)

Pink Solider 001

Pink Solider 002

[mariesdolls]

Handcuffs

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧

Would use handcuffs for roleplay because for him a uniform is kind of hot. The handcuffs would be from the Seoul police station so both of you have to do your best to not leave any evidence of what y'all did with the handcuffs.

He would be worried at first if the handcuffs were hurting you so you two would create a safe word just in case.

Would take his time with you, listening very carefully to the reactions he does to your body. He'll press wet hot kisses and trail his tongue all over your body. Makes sure to appreciate every part and inch. He might even tease you by pinching or rubbing swirls with his tongue on your hardened nipples while making eye contact with you.

“You’re under arrest.”

He pulls away from the heated kiss, securing your other wrist and pinning you firmly against the bed. He gazes down at your body, one finger tracing your shapes and curve. His police uniform was a mess, his hair disheveled and nearly every button was undone.

 He removes his belt with ease, eagerly trying to release his throbbing cock from his work pants. As he takes off his uniform, his toned chest and muscles are fully revealed, while he leans down towards you. He sucks and swirls his tongue around your hard bud and lavishes the other with the shared attention with your other breast.

He lets one free hand slide between your legs, carefully exploring your soft lips before easing his shaft into you. You wish you could hold onto him for support but instead you can only grasp the metal restraints on your wrists.

He places open wet kisses along your neck, as he slowly eased in and out of you, pulling out with soft moans. You clench around his cock as your legs wrap around his waist, providing the only support you can manage while your wrists remain restrained.

“Ju-Junho, please.” You begged, and he shoves himself deeper inside of you until your bellies meet. It felt as if the air in your lungs pushed out as you fought the wave of pleasure that was pounding into you.

“Sorry criminals don’t deserve rewards.”

You tried to keep yourself together but you knew you were closer to falling apart beneath him. His back muscles flexed as he thrusted sharp and fast into you. Small clips of words and pants slipped out of your lips as your legs shake around him. You were a whimpering mess below him as both of you met your sweet release. His thrusts got shallow and erratic as his breath was hot against your skin. He rested his head on your shoulders as he let out a soft sigh.

He slowly looked up at you and smiled softly. The lust and arousal in his eyes are gone, and he leans down to kiss you passionately, as if it’s been weeks since he last did. He pulls away, his fingers softly curve around your cheek.

“Junho what did I do to become a criminal?”

“For stealing my heart.”

[carnalcrows]

I'VE BEEN A GOOD BOY OFFICER - HWANG JUN-HO

pairing: traffic police! junho x trans male reader

synopsis: "When a midnight speeding ticket turns into a lesson in creative payments, Officer Jun-ho finds himself issuing a warning he never saw coming."

content warnings: 18+, blowjobs, semi-public sex, hair pulling, face-fucking, driving over the speed limit, facial.

word count: - 1.4k

A/N: the request: link

It was a quiet night on the Seoul streets, the kind that lulls most into a false sense of security. You, however, weren’t most people. The hum of your motorcycle slicing through the silence was a thrill you couldn’t resist. That is, until the flash of red and blue lights cut through the night like a bad omen.

You groaned under your breath as you slowed to a stop. “Of course,” you muttered.

The officer approaching your bike was tall, broad-shouldered, and unfortunately for you, painfully good-looking. His uniform fit just a little too well, the crisp lines accentuating his sharp jawline and piercing eyes. He didn’t even need to say anything before you felt like you were already caught.

“License and registration,” he said in a tone that was both authoritative and tired.

You pulled off your helmet, your messy hair falling into place as you gave him your most disarming smile. “About that... I, uh, might’ve left my wallet at home.”

He raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “No ID, speeding in the middle of the night, and you think a smile’s going to fix this?”

“Well,” you said, leaning on your handlebars, “it’s a pretty good smile.”

His lips twitched, but he held his composure. “That’s not how this works. What’s your name?”

“Why, Officer Jun-ho,” you teased, catching a glimpse of his name badge, “I didn’t realize we were on a first-name basis.”

He let out a deep sigh, clearly trying to maintain his patience. “Look, if you can’t pay the fine, you’ll have to come down to the station.”

“No wallet, no cash,” you said with a shrug, leaning back. “But maybe I can... offer something else?”

Jun-ho froze, his jaw tightening. “Are you serious?”

“Depends,” you replied, smirking. “Am I getting arrested, or are you going to hear me out?”

His expression was unreadable as he studied you, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—amusement, interest, or maybe exasperation.

“Follow me,” he finally said, turning on his heel and walking toward the patrol car.

“Where are we going?” you asked, trailing behind.

“Just shut up and walk,” he muttered, though his ears were turning red.

Before you knew it, he had guided you to a secluded alley nearby. Jun-ho turned to face you, his expression half-irritated, half-uncertain. “What exactly are you offering?”

You stepped closer, dropping your voice to a teasing whisper. “You really don’t know?”

His lips parted, but before he could say anything, you closed the gap between you, brushing your lips against his in a slow, deliberate kiss.

For a moment, Jun-ho was as still as a statue, his brain clearly short-circuiting. Then, as if a switch flipped, his hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips moved against yours with surprising fervor, all traces of professionalism thrown out the window.

The kiss was messy, desperate, and absolutely electric. His grip tightened, fingers digging into your sides as if anchoring himself to reality. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss and earning a low, breathy sound from him that made your knees weak.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, his face flushed and his uniform slightly rumpled.

“That’s one way to pay a fine,” you quipped, grinning.

Jun-ho groaned, covering his face with one hand. “I’m definitely losing my job for this.”

“Worth it, though,” you said, tapping his chest. “Right, Officer?”

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Jun-ho’s chuckle died as you slid your hands up his chest, feeling the warmth of him through his uniform. His breathing hitched when you tugged him closer by the collar, your smirk daring him to resist. Spoiler: he didn’t.

“I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this, Officer,” you teased, your voice low and teasing against his lips.

He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on your waist. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

“Always,” you replied, leaning in again, and this time, the kiss was even hungrier.

Jun-ho responded instantly, his lips capturing yours with a fervor that bordered on desperation. His hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips like he was trying to ground himself, while your own fingers found their way into his hair, tugging lightly and earning a muffled groan that sent a shiver down your spine.

The alley, dim and secluded, felt like it belonged to just the two of you. The world outside blurred into irrelevance as Jun-ho pressed you back against the cool brick wall, the solid surface a stark contrast to the heat between you. His lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck.

You let out a breathless laugh, your fingers tugging his hair again. “And here I thought you were the strict, by-the-book type.”

Jun-ho pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression a mix of frustration and want. “You’re insufferable,” he muttered, though the way his thumb brushed against your cheek said otherwise.

“You like it,” you shot back, your smirk returning as you looped your arms around his neck.

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he kissed you again, this time slower but no less intense, as if savoring every second. His hands roamed your sides, his touch firm but careful, as if afraid you’d vanish if he let go.

The kiss deepened, and you lost track of time, the midnight air cool against your skin while Jun-ho’s warmth was all-consuming. By the time you pulled apart again, both of you were breathing heavily, your faces flushed, and his uniform slightly askew.

Jun-ho rested his forehead against yours, his lips twitching in what might have been an embarrassed smile. “This is... not how I imagined my shift going.”

“Best shift you’ve ever had, though,” you teased, your voice still breathless.

“Debatable,” he muttered, though the small, fond smile on his face betrayed him.

You pressed another kiss to his swollen lips before slowly sinking to your knees, while unbuckling his belt.

His breath grew ragged as you gently pulled out his aching length from the confinement of his boxers. 

“Such a pretty dick,” you cooed, before kissing the tip and licking a stripe down the long vein from his girth to the head. He threw his head back, relishing the feeling of your tongue on his cock.

Soon, you swallow him whole, bobbing your head up and down his length, while your hand reaches up to cup his balls, filled with his load.

You other hand unbuttons you own pants, pressing a finger onto your aching clit, rubbing slow, calculative circles around it.

‘You seemed to know what you were doing,’ Jun-ho thought to himself, with a striking realization that you might’ve sucked his colleagues off too.

With the green cloud of envy (over someone he had just met) blocking his view, he gripped you hair with his hand and forced you to take him all the way until your nose breathed in the musk of his pubes.

You on the other hand were more turned on, as your hands had sunk into your tight folds, pumping in an out with a fervour.

Soon, Jun-ho felt himself going to climax, so he pulled out, but kept your head firmly in place by your hair. Spurts of white soon released from his cock, right onto your face. You took it all, mouth wide open and tongue sticking out; all while looking at him right in the eyes.

His grip on your hair relaxed, so you slowly got up, knees shaking.

You straightened his slightly rumpled collar, your hands lingering a moment longer than necessary. “Guess I should speed through your part of town more often.”

Jun-ho gave you a warning look, though his flushed cheeks and the way his gaze lingered on your lips made it far less threatening. “You do, and I’ll write you up for real next time.”

“Sure you will,” you said with a wink, stepping back toward your bike.

As you swung a leg over, you caught the way his eyes followed your every move, and you couldn’t resist blowing him a cheeky kiss.

“See you around, Officer,” you called before revving the engine.

Jun-ho stood there for a moment, running a hand through his hair and muttering something under his breath before turning back toward his patrol car.

You sped off into the night with a grin plastered on your face. Maybe breaking the rules wasn’t so bad after all.

Meanwhile, a crackle of Jun-ho’s walkie talkie caught his attention.

“Sir, you do remember that the first button of your shirt has a camera installed, right?”

Oh.

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