#Wi Hajoon

[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

[seodongjae]

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

[army-in-the-stars]

[prplocks]

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

<3

[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

[yawn-junn]

♡︎Male actors♡︎

♡︎Hwang Inyeop♡︎ ♡︎Song Kang♡︎

♡︎Gong Yoo♡︎ ♡︎Wi Hajoon♡︎

♡Yim Siwan♡ ♡Choi Wooshik♡

[kiwibomb]

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[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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[itsallaboutbl]

5min into squid game 2 and i'm already losing it over Ha Joon with that police uniform 😏

[sab-teraa]

So what if he is a criminal???? God forbid men have hobbies! 🙄

[army-in-the-stars]

[citrinekay]

"Once this thing wraps up, I'm walking away from this business. Then you'll be in charge of it."

EP 10, THE WORST OF EVIL (최악의 악)