#hwang jun ho smut

[whorelaud]

꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 dirty little secret ¡

pairing police officer!bfb!Jun-ho x brat!reader

summary Jun-ho catches you red handed, what other way to teach you a lesson than to take advantage of the situation and arrest you, then fuck the attitude out of you? 

warnings smut, unprotected p in v, public sex, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, praise & degradation, jun-ho putting you in handcuffs, car sex (against it), mention of reader briefly smoking

Someone like yourself should not accompany Jun-ho's head as one frequently does. Yet, there he was, leisurely stroking his hard cock, while reminiscing over the sheepish smile you flashed him earlier, one that shall be deemed innocent, not something he fantasizes about at the dim of midnight. 

He tried, he really did strive to keep a distance, avoid the proximity of your touch when your arm in the slightest bit brushes over his, constantly reminding himself that you were forbidden, someone he could merely admire from afar, as you were his best friend's little sister. 

Jun-ho oughts to respect his friend's wishes, aware how much he cared for you, never missing a chance to scold you whenever you'd engage in any malice acts. Jun-ho would sit back and watch, oddly entertained by your witty attitude, and the way your face would twist with venom, the action so attractive, he fought the urge to arrest you for it. 

It was a dirty, filthy fantasy, the desire to fuck you senseless while you desperately grind down on his cock, to put handcuffs on you and pound into you from behind, where he'd see your ass bounce with each thrust stretching your needy hole. However, all he could do was stroke himself and pretend it was your little fingers doing it instead, in hopes of it actually happening, well aware you were out of his league, way out of his orbit. 

That escalated, when he randomly spotted you in the middle of the woods while he was on duty. He frowned upon seeing you tangled in a bush, with a lit blunt firmly in between your lips. He hesitated over approaching you, doing it with haste, as he deliberately exited the car, afraid he was mistaking you for someone else, but no, it was you. 

He could recognize you from a mile away, not even the bush of weed covering the majority of your face could change that. The boy aimed the flashlight in your direction, halting before he muttered your name, causing you to freeze in your spot. 

The lighter in your hold drops to the floor, leaving you fisting nothing but your manicured fingernails as they dug into the flesh. Your blood ran cold, and you suddenly felt helpless, as a rush of embarrassment washed over you. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, hoping this would be a dream, one of your stupid little thoughts, but no, it was really him; Jun-ho. Yeah, you're screwd. 

Why did he of all people have to see you like this; when you do idiotic stuff out of pure stress. You've been overwhelmed the whole day, uncapable of cheering up, till you randomly found a joint lying around in your drawer, leading to you tippy toeing out of the house, and heading towards your go-to place when you wanted to smoke. 

Typically, no cops hung around the area, but today, life had other plans for you, ones not so bad. 

"Is that you?" He continued his unfinished sentence from earlier, gaze shifting down to the joint you smushed to the floor. "What are you doing here?" 

"Jun-ho!" You squealed with fake excitement, stumbling as you stood to your feet. "What are you doing here?" 

"Jus' doing my job, an' you?" One of his brows curled with suspicion, hand finding the curve of his hip. "What's a girl like you doing out here? Aren't you afraid something might happen to you?" 

"A girl like me? C'mon, you think I can't handle myself?" you scoffed, tone hinted with sarcasm. You dusted the dirt off your skirt, leaning down with a purpose, in hopes of Jun-ho stealing a glance at your pink lace-panties, covering nothing, and exposing the shell of your ass. "Besides, you're the one who looks afraid."

"Yeah, obviously," he admitted with shame, stammering out of frustration. "What will your brother say when he knows you're out at such a late hour?" 

"Relax, old man, I'll be fine." You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Unless you decide to snitch on me..." 

That shoots blood through his veins, clenching his jaw over your attempt to get under his skin. He knows what you were doing, aware of your intentions to mess with him, and fool his already hazy brain into thinking your tone was flirtatious. 

"Get in the car," he demanded, dismissing you with his chin as he took a few steps in your direction, eyes narrowing when he took a whiff of the stiff air. "Were you smoking?" 

"No." You swiftly shook your head, though your tense expression gave the lie away. 

"Yes you were," he insists, directing the flashlight to your feet, and bending down when he spotted the freshly lit blunt now flattened to the floor. "Have you not learned your lesson? How many times did your brother tell you not to smoke? Marijuana, of all things."

"It's one time thing!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms up in the air. "Don't hold it against me, I was stressed. Now, please don't tell my brother, you know how he gets when he's angry." 

"You think I'll let you off easily?" He muttered, statement somewhat threatening. "I can arrest you for this, you know drugs are illegal, right?"

"But you won't," you tried to cut through the tension heaving the air, attempt falling short when it didn't crack a smile out of the latter. "You're not going to arrest me for that."

"Try me." He clicked his teeth, standing with his chest to your back. He hesitated to reach for your arm, fingers deliberately clutching around your wrist, forcing your forearm to the low of your back. 

Jun-ho repeated the action with your other hand, a breath knocking out of your chest when the sound of a click erupted through your ears, ringing as he locked the handcuffs in place, loose yet firm around your wrists. 

"Wait, you're being for real?" Your eyes widened with shock, an inaudible gasp escaping your throat when he led you towards the car, using the arm to your shoulder to push through the muddy road. "Get these off of me, this is not funny, Jun-ho!"

"Never said it was." He snorted, pinning you to the hood of the car, and fumbling through his pockets to seek the keys hidden in there. "You've been such a bad girl, need someone to do somethin' abour it." 

Your stomach churns with butterflies, somehow turned on by the statement. His tone, it was low, hushed, full of lust deep under all the lies he'd force through his teeth. 

Jun-ho is hot, you weren't one to deny that, however, your insides stirred with more than passing emotions that confuse you whole everytime he was around. Heat radiated off your entire body, the in between your legs specifically, and your knees went jelly, seizing control of your body once you leaned down, till your chest pressed to the hood of the car. 

The action earns a scowl out of the brunet, feigning oblivion to the way his cock twitched in his pants when his gaze landed on your lace panties, now peaking from underneath your skirt. The scene left little to the imagination, he wanted nothing more than to pull the thin fabric of your underwear to side, and pound into you till you no longer were able to coherent normal words out; only able to remember his name through your fuzzy, fucked out brains. 

"What are you doing?" He questioned, forcing his eyes back on your face, bent to the side as you tried to steal a glimpse at him from over your shoulder. 

"Obeying your orders," you mumbled, "I've been a bad girl, officer, need you to do something about it." 

You wiggled your ass around, till the material of your skirt rid up, revealing the plush flesh hidden underneath. The faint moonlight lightly beamed over the skin, creating a small shadow that would've gone unnoticed if Jun-ho's gaze wasn't burning into your soul. 

"Want me to do something about it?" He repeated through a breath, voice shaky, desperate like a loser getting his dick wet for the first time. "Fuck, you can't pull shit like this an' expect me to hold back." 

"Don't hold back." You whispered, lips gaping in a moan when his leg pressed to your heat, patience wearing thin as he resisted the urge to tear your panties apart. "You want this too, don't you?" 

"Quit talkin'," He grunted, hand instantly landing on your ass. He almost shuddered, squeezing the fatty skin in between his fingers, then using the pressure of the touch to spread your cheeks out, and fix his gaze on the thin fabric of your panties now drenched with your juices. "Fuck, look at you, such a wet mess for me. Is this turning you on, huh? You enjoy getting humiliated to filth?" 

You mewled at the words, almost yelping when his fingertips grazed over your clothed clit, instantly growing sensetive from the touch. Jun-ho was fully hard now, the fabric of his pants growing tight. 

The sight was out of the world, better than his deepest fantasies, and the pornos he jerked off to while imagining you instead. Your pussy was calling out his name, craving to be touched, by him and him only. 

Jun-ho did not hesitate to drop to his knees, hot breath fanning over the flesh, as he leisurely tugged your panties down, letting them fall once they were loose around your knees. His fingers then travelled to your sides, clutching the waistband of your skirt, and using the elastic to push it up until it's levelled with your waist. 

Goosebumps broke out across your body when his thumb found your slick folds, gliding it from your entrance to your clit, with the purpose of spreading your juices around. 

You were so wet, he could easily slide a finger inside, and that thought alone had no reason making him this hard, underwear wet with a patch of pre-cum.  

"You need to be taught a lesson." He mouthed, lips mere inches away from your cunt. "So desperate and needy for me." 

"Mhmm." You hummed out, eyes falling shut when he planted an open-mouthed kiss to the back of your thigh. "'That feel good."

"Yeah?" He hushed out, littering wet, sloppy kisses to your thighs, trailing a path up to the inner part connecting to your folds. His thumb relaxed over your sensitive nub, leaving you no time to process the gesture before positioning his mouth to your folds. 

Your body jerked with pleasure, hands grasping into nothing as they sat in place beneath the fabric of your skirt, the sensation of his tongue causing you to crumble, as he searched through your folds like a man starved. 

"Fuck!" You whined, arching your back to chase after the fraction of his tongue swirling down from your entrance, to your clit. 

"There you are, that's my good girl." He muffled against your soaked cunt, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive nub, too drunk on your pussy juices to comprehend his surroundings, nor the fact that you were still in public. "Such a pretty pussy, only for me to fuck and worship."

A thrill of excitement rushed through your insides, the idea of getting caught increasing your arousal. Jun-ho was no good guy, but he wasn't a bad person either. He did his utmost to follow the rules; however, he was willing to risk it all, lose his job just to have you trembling underneath him while he fucks your needy hole with his tongue. 

Jun-ho's tongue swirled through your folds, now mixed with your arousal and his spit. He leisurely began increasing the pace, slowly but surely, till it was no longer bearable, with your own climax building up. 

He licked a stripe of your entrance, tongue moving up and down, till his mouth landed on your clit. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to your nub, making you yelp everytime his teeth would graze over the sensitive flesh. The latter took your fuzzy state for granted, flicking his tongue against your clit, overstimulating you whole, and spiraling a rush of adrenaline through your veins. 

"Jun-ho!" You mewled out, blinking through hooded eyes. You were sure bruises formed around your wrists by now, the repetitive contact of skin creating an uncomfortable, yet pleasurable sensation. "I'm so– I'm so cl–"

Your statement was soon interrupted when Jun-ho suddenly halted, stepping back to steal a glance at your achy cunt, now coated with his spit, as some of it trickles down your legs with a purpose. 

"Don't." He warned, giving your ass a squeeze, using the force of the gesture to tumble himself up. "Don't you dare fuckin' come, you hear me? I'm not done with you." 

"Well then hurry up." You coaxed through a breath, chest pressing against the hood of the car, making you feel dirty. "What are you waiting for?"

"Relax, doll, don't you want me to take care of you?" Jun-ho questioned, tone teasing, full with cockiness. "Wanna feel your desperate pussy clenching around me, y'know how long I'been waiting for that?"

Jun-ho wasted no time, unbuckling his belt, and messily undoing the buttons to his pants. He barely managed to tug the material down, striving to get it off with one of his hands, all while still squeezing and kneading the fatty flesh of your ass. 

"So fuckin' pretty n' perfect, hell, I can't believe I finally have you to myself." He grunted as your ass perked up, chasing after the fraction of his fingers. "Mhm, such a bratty little slut, using me to get off, huh? You know we can't be doing this." 

"No one will know," you hushed out, teeth digging through your bottom lip. "Jus' please– do something."

That was the only assurance he needed. Jun-ho pulled down his underwear, freeing his throbbing cock from the tight material. He was rock-hard, it was starting to hurt, tip glistening with pre-cum that kept leaking out. 

He lined his dick with your entrance, the sensation earning an audible gasp out of you, though he only inserted the tip inside, going in leisurely. He stroked his cock up and down, your hole, until it was coated with a glossy, wet layer. 

"Fuck," he hissed, lips parting with a shuddered exhale, watching as your cunt clenched around nothing, practically begging to have him inside you. The sight consumed his brain, eating at him alive. He bunched his shirt in a fist, positioning one of his hands on your hip, the gesture a mere act of closure. "Such a needy slut, begging to be fucked." 

He gave you no time to process the statement, thrusting his cock inside in one go. It caught you off gaurd, yelping as he filled your insides, slowly pumping in and out your hole, just until you got used to how big he was. 

"So big..." you trailed off, spit salivating in your mouth. "Feel' s' good." 

"Yeah?" He spoke through an exhale, heat radiating off his entire figure. He continues pounding into you, spreading your cheeks out to get a better view of your pussy as it squelches around him. "You like that? Wanna be a good girl for me?"

"Mhm." You desperately nodded, letting your eyes force shut. "Please, please, please, Jun-ho pleaseeeee." 

"Keep moaning my name, baby." He muttered through gritted teeth, reaching for your waist from beneath your shirt. "Show me who you belong to." 

Both of you were too far gone to care about anything other than his cock as he buries himself inside you. His thrusts increased in pace, and you could not have felt any better, he was so good at what he does, you almost felt jealous of all the other girls he's done this with. 

Jun-ho's arms sneaked their way around your waist, applying enough pressure to pull you up, until your back pressed to his firm chest. The gesture gave the latter more access to your entrance, now able to insert himself deeper, thought it felt impossible. 

His hands kept busy throughout the entire time, fingers landing on your cleavage, before he tucked down the collar of your shirt, to reveal your chest, freeing out your tits to the chilly air. He rolled and pinched at your nipples, kneading it afterwards to soothe away any pain.

Jun-ho's cock pulsed in and out of you, loud breaths filling the air, the atmosphere heavy with desire. He knew exactly what to do, how to please you, how to make you forget the guilt washing over your chest. You couldn't believe it; your dirty fantasies finally coming true, though it didn't feel real whatsoever. 

"Such a whore, offering yourself to me in public?" He stifled out a snort, fisting your hair in between his large digits. "Want me to fuck you here so everyone could see how desperate you are? Hmm, I guess you're not such a good girl after all." 

Your climax approached within every passing second, his hard cock pounding into you doing things to you. It was out of this world, no words could describe the rush of pleasure you were experiencing in the moment. 

"You' close?" He asked, noticing how shaky your legs got under him. "Come for me, sweet girl." 

The following few seconds fixed on you, not long before you came undone, announcing your own orgasm once your legs trembled with pleasure, overstimulated by the fraction of his cock deep and raw inside you. 

"Mhm, there she is." He grunted in your ear, walking you through your high, and his own arousal. "Wanna finish inside you, and make a mess out of your tight pretty hole." 

"Please." You obliged, throwing your head back, with one of your hands landing over his; where it laid flat on your chest. 

His thrusts grew wet and sloppy, coming inside you once his cock kisses your cervix, painting your walls white with his cum. The warmness of his sperm filled up your hole, earning a ragged breath out of the latter, finishing with a hefty groan. 

He took a pause, a smile tugging at his lips when his gaze shifted to you. You scoffed at the cocky grin smothered all over his face, suddenly growing flustered, as heat flushed your face. 

"Why are you staring?" You asked, tiredly fluttering your eyes shut. 

"No reason," he dismissed, caressing the skin around your waist. "You jus' look pretty." 

"Shut up." You attempted to shove him off, action falling short when your attention trailed to your cuffed wrists. "Can you get these off of me?" 

"Hmm," he trailed off, bending down to level his face with yours. He planted a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, whispering out his next words. 

"Only if you say please." 

It felt like a dream; a fever dream. And if this did truly happen, no one were to find out, especially your brother, that's for sure. 

[mariesdolls]

BOOOM SHAKALAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA💦💦💦

[insidekatmind]

Pet~Hwang In Ho, Cho Sang Woo, Masked officer and Hwang Jun ho

Wearning: +18,dark,smut, age-gap.

Request: yes!

You wake up with a throbbing headache. The air around you is thick, heavy, and the silence is almost deafening. You don't know where you are, but the cold floor beneath you and the faint smell of metal make you shiver.

You try to move, but your wrists are tied behind your back. Your heartbeat accelerates when you hear footsteps approaching. The door creaks open and four masked figures stand before you. You recognize them immediately: The Frontman, The Masked Officer, and two guards with square masks, who are Sang woo and Jun ho. But what strikes you most is the way they look at you.

"You're finally awake," The Frontman says in a calm voice, but his tone betrays an eerie excitement.

"You played so well in our games..." The Masked Officer adds, coming closer. "We couldn't let you go. You're special."

Their words make your blood run cold. They watch you like a predator would watch its prey, with a mixture of admiration and obsession. Sang Woo, one of the square guards, leans toward you, a black-gloved finger touching your face.

"You were so impressive. We bet on you many times," he whispers with a smile that hides behind his mask.

Jun Ho, the other square guard, crosses his arms and watches you with dark, piercing eyes. "We've been watching you the entire time. You're... irresistible."

Your breath catches. What do they want from you? Why are you here?

The Frontman takes a step closer. "From now on, you're no longer a player. You're ours."

The Masked Officer laughs softly. "A toy to be guarded and protected... Or perhaps, used at our pleasure."

Panic sets in as the shadows of their figures draw ever closer. There's no way out. You can't escape.

You are a prisoner of those who have found in you more than just a competitor. You are their obsession. And they will never let you go.

The Frontman's eyes gleam with a sinister light as he watches you squirm. "You're probably wondering why we've brought you here, aren't you?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "The truth is, we've grown... fond of you. You have a certain spark, a fire that we can't ignore."

The Masked Officer nods in agreement, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "You're different from the others. Special. And we intend to keep you that way."

Sang Woo's gloved hand trails down your arm, sending shivers through your body. "We've seen your potential, your strength. It would be a shame to waste it on mere games."

Jun Ho's piercing gaze never leaves yours, his voice low and commanding. "You belong to us now. And we take care of what's ours." His hand reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. The touch is surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the menace in his eyes.

The Frontman chuckles, the sound sending a chill down your spine. "Indeed, we do. And we have... plans for you." He snaps his fingers, and the guards step forward, their masks gleaming in the dim light. "Take her to the VIP room. It's time for her initiation."

As they lift you to your feet, Sang Woo leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Don't worry, we'll be gentle... at first." His words are a promise and a threat wrapped in one.

The Masked Officer watches with a cruel smile as they drag you away. "Welcome to y new life, pet.

You're taken to a luxuriously decorated room, dimly lit with soft golden light. It's more like a private boudoir than a cell. The air is thick with a heady mix of expensive perfume, and the soft, expensive sheets and cushions that cover the floor indicate a place of pleasure as well as of pain.

Sang Woo and Jun Ho guide you inside, their firm grips keeping you between the two of them. You feel a flutter of unease, mixed with a strange sense of anticipation. Their masks make them faceless, but the intensity of their stares makes you feel naked and exposed.

The Frontman follows behind you, his eyes raking over your body with an almost possessive glint. He stops at the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing along the edge of the mattress.

"We have so many plans for you, little one," he purrs, his voice low and silky.

Sang Woo and Jun Ho release you, but they stay close, standing on either side of the bed, like bodyguards guarding their most precious possession.

The Frontman's fingers continue their slow, deliberate path along the mattress, his eyes never leaving yours. "You see, we've been watching you for a long time. We know everything about you your strengths, your weaknesses, your deepest desires." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And now, we're going to use that knowledge to our advantage."

Jun Ho's hand rests on the hilt of his gun, a silent threat hanging in the air. "You'll do exactly as we say, when we say it. No questions asked."

Sang Woo's gloved hand reaches out, tracing the curve of your jaw. "And if you're a good girl, we might even reward you." His thumb presses against your lower lip, a silent command to open your mouth.

Everyone took off their masks and you were amazed when you saw their faces, they were beautiful. Without thinking you took Jun Ho's thumb into your mouth as the other three watched. Jun Ho's eyes widen in surprise as your lips wrap around his thumb, a low groan escaping his throat. The Frontman's gaze darkens with desire, his pupils dilating as he watches the scene unfold.

"That's it, little one," he murmurs, his voice husky with arousal. "Show us how obedient you can be."

Sang Woo's hand slides down to your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat possessively. "You're already learning, aren't you? Such a good girl."

The Masked Officer steps closer, his eyes burning into yours. "We're going to enjoy breaking you in, pet. And you're going to love every minute of it."

Your body shivers at the intensity of the moment. You feel like a prized possession, being passed around between the four guards, each with their own unique way of handling you.

The Frontman's gaze is like a physical touch, studying you like a work of art, searching for any hint of resistance.

Sang Woo's grip on your neck is firm but not cruel, his fingers pressing just enough to make you feel vulnerable and dominated.

The Masked Officer's eyes never leave your face, his expression dark and dangerous.

Jun Ho's thumb slides deeper into your mouth, his fingers curling slightly to press against your tongue. "Look at me," he commands, his voice firm yet gentle. When your eyes meet his, he smiles, a slow, predatory grin that sends a shiver down your spine.

The Frontman begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest and abs. "We're going to take our time with you," he says, his voice low and seductive. "Make you ours in every way possible."

Sang Woo leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're going to learn to crave our touch, our attention. You'll beg for it, and we'll give it to you...

Your heart thunders in your chest as the four guards begin to circle around you, their eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your skin tingle with anticipation.

The air is charged with a strange, intoxicating tension, and you can feel yourself being drawn in, caught in their web of desire.

The Frontman steps closer, his shirt now unbuttoned, his muscular body on display.

"You're a sight for sore eyes, pet," he murmurs, his eyes roaming over your body with possessive desire.

The Masked Officer moves behind you, his hands gripping your hips firmly. "She's trembling," he observes, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Is it fear, or something else?"

Jun Ho's thumb pulls out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting it to your lip. "I think it's anticipation," he says, wiping the spit on his mouth. "She knows what's coming, and she wants it."

Sang Woo's hand slides from your neck to your shoulder, his fingers digging into your skin. "Let's find out, shall we?" he suggests, his voice low and dangerous. "Frontman, why don't you show her what she's in for?"

The Frontman's hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against his muscular body. His lips hover just above yours, his breath hot against your skin. "You're going to be ours, pet," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "In every way imaginable."

His lips crash against yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. The kiss is demanding, possessive, leaving you breathless and dizzy.

As the Frontman kisses you, the other three guards begin to undress, their hands roaming over your body, touching and teasing. Jun Ho's hands slide under your tshirt, his fingers brushing against your bare skin. Sang Woo's lips trail along your neck, his teeth nipping at your pulse point.

The Frontman smirks, stepping closer until his chest is pressed against yours. "With pleasure,"

The Masked Officer's hands slide down to your hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants. "Let's get these off, shall we?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire.

As the Frontman continues to kiss you, the other three guards work together to remove your clothing, leaving you bare and exposed. The cool air hits your skin, making you shiver, but the heat of their bodies quickly warms you.

Jun Ho's hands cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing against your nipples. Sang Woo's fingers trail down your stomach, dipping lower and lower until they reach your core. The Masked Officer's hands grip your thighs, spreading them apart.

The Frontman pulls back from the kiss, his eyes dark with lust. "Look at you," he says, his voice rough with desire.

The Frontman's gaze roams over your naked body, taking in every curve and dip. "So beautiful," he murmurs, his hand reaching out to trail a finger along your collarbone. "And all ours to play with."

Jun Ho's thumbs circle your nipples, pinching and rolling them until they're hard peaks. Sang Woo's fingers part your folds, his touch gentle yet firm. The Masked Officer's hands grip your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your skin.

"You're already so wet," Sang Woo observes, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still catching up."

The Frontman's hand slides down your stomach, his fingers joining Sang Woo's between your legs. Together, they explore your folds, their touches alternating between gentle caresses and firm pressure. The Masked Officer leans in, his tongue flicking out to taste your neck.

The overwhelming sensations coursing through your body make it hard to think. Their touch is both gentle and rough, exploring every inch of your skin with a confidence that borders on arrogance. Each touch, each caress is a claim on your body, a mark of ownership.

The Masked Officer's tongue leaves a trail of heat on your neck, his teeth grazing against your pulse point.

The Frontman's fingers find a particularly sensitive spot and you gasp, your body arching towards him involuntarily.

The Frontman smirks as you arch into his touch, your gasp music to his ears. "That's it, pet," he murmurs, his fingers continuing their assault on your sensitive flesh. "Let us hear those beautiful sounds."

Jun Ho's hands leave your breasts, trailing down your sides until they reach your hips. He grips them tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you flush against him. "You're so responsive," he growls in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I can't wait to be inside you."

Sang Woo's fingers slip inside you, his thumb pressing against your clit. "She's so tight," he says, his voice strained with desire. "I wonder how well she'll take us all."

The Masked Officer's lips move to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "We're going to fill you up, pet," he whispers, his voice dark and dangerous. "Every hole. Until you're begging for mercy."

The Frontman's fingers pick up speed, his touch becoming more insistent. "Come for us, little one," he commands, his voice firm and demanding.

Your body trembles at their words, their touch is like an intoxicating drug, overwhelming your senses and making it impossible to resist. Each touch, each whisper, makes your body sing with desire.

The Frontman's fingers move with expert precision, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Jun Ho's grip on your hips tightens, his nails digging into your skin as he holds you in place. Sang Woo's thumb circles your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send jolts of pleasure through your body.

The Masked Officer's lips move to your neck, his teeth grazing against your skin as he marks you as his. "That's it, pet," he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Come for us. Show us how much you want this."

Your body tenses, your muscles coiling tight as the pleasure builds inside you.

The intensity of the moment is overwhelming. Your mind is a whirlwind of conflicted emotions, torn between the fear of being consumed by these powerful men, and the undeniable pleasure that their touch is evoking in you. Their desire for you is palpable, it fills the air like an electric current, making your body tingle with anticipation.

The four guards move with confidence and control, each touch and gesture calculated to drive you closer to the brink.The Frontman's fingers move faster, his touch becoming more urgent as he feels your body tensing. "That's it, little one," he murmurs, his voice strained with his own desire. "Let go. Come for us."

Jun Ho's hips grind against your backside, his hardness pressing against you through his pants. "I can feel how close you are," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't hold back, pet. We want to feel you shatter."

Sang Woo's thumb presses down hard on your clit, sending a jolt of intense pleasure through your body. The Masked Officer's teeth sink into your neck, marking you as his as he holds you in place.

You feel like an instrument in their hands, your body responding to their every touch and command as if it has a mind of its own. Their desire is all consuming, like a flame that burns at your core, consuming every rational thought and leaving only raw need.

"Please," you gasp, the word barely a whisper, lost in the sea of sensations that ripple through you.The Frontman's fingers thrust deep inside you, his touch relentless as he drives you towards the edge. "Please what, pet?" he demands, his voice low and commanding. "Tell us what you need."

Jun Ho's hand slides around to your stomach, his fingers splayed possessively across your abdomen. "Do you need to come?" he asks, his voice a dark purr in your ear. "Do you need us to make you shatter?"

Sang Woo's thumb circles your clit, his touch firm and insistent. "Beg for it," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "Beg us to let you come."

The Masked Officer's lips move to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "We'll give you what you need, pet," he promises, his voice dark and seductive. "But first, we want to hear you beg."

Your body is trembling with need, your mind clouded with desire as the four guards take you closer and closer to the edge. Their touch is like a drug, overwhelming your senses and leaving you breathless.

"Please," you gasp again, the word dripping from your lips like honey, your body arching towards them. "Please, I need..."

The words hang in the air, your voice cracking with the intensity of your desire.The Frontman's fingers slow their pace, teasing you with gentle strokes as he waits for you to finish your sentence. "Need what, little one?" he asks, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Tell us what you need, and we'll give it to you."

Jun Ho's hand slides up to your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple. "Say it," he commands, his voice firm and unyielding. "Say the words, and we'll make all your fantasies come true."

Sang Woo's thumb presses down hard on your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "Beg for it, pet," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "Beg us to let you come undone."

The Masked Officer's lips move to your neck, his teeth grazing against your skin. "We can give you everything you've ever wanted," he whispers, his voice dark and dangerous. "But first, we need to hear you say it."

Your body is on fire, your thoughts swirling as the four guards take their time, teasing and taunting you with their words and touches. You feel like you're losing your mind, your body craving release but unable to find it until you've given them what they want.

"Please," you gasp, your voice cracking with need. "Please, I need.... I need you."

The Frontman's eyes darken with desire at your words, his fingers plunging deep inside you. "You need us, pet?" he growls, his voice thick with arousal. "You need us to fill you up, to make you ours?"

Jun Ho's grip on your breast tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Say it again," he demands, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell us exactly what you need."

Sang Woo's thumb circles your clit, his touch firm and insistent. "Beg for our touch, pet," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "Beg us to claim you, to make you ours."

"Please," you gasp, your body trembling under their touch and your mind completely lost in the whirlwind of sensations that they bring. "I need you. I need you all.... I need to feel you, to be taken and claimed....Please, I beg you."

The Frontman's fingers thrust deep inside you, his touch demanding and possessive. "That's it, pet," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "You're ours now. Every inch of you belongs to us."

Jun Ho's hand slides down to your core, his fingers joining the Frontman's as they stretch and fill you. "We're going to take you," he promises, his voice low and dangerous. "We're going to claim you and make you ours."

Sang Woo's lips trail down your neck, his teeth grazing against your skin. "You're so perfect," he murmurs, his voice filled with reverence. "So beautiful and all ours."

Your body is aflame, the pleasure they bring overwhelming your senses as the four guards take control, claiming you with every touch. Your thoughts are a mess, your mind consumed by the intensity of the sensations that consume you.

"Please," you gasp, your voice cracking with need. "I need more...I need all of you."

The Frontman's fingers curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes your vision blur. "More, pet?" he asks, his voice a low, seductive purr. "We'll give you more. So much more."

Jun Ho's hand leaves your core, only to be replaced by something much larger. "Open your mouth," he commands, pressing the head of his cock against your lips. "It's time you tasted us too."

Sang Woo's fingers find your entrance, spreading your folds as he prepares you for his own possession. "You're going to take us all," he promises, his voice rough with desire. "Every hole, every inch of you will belong to us."

The Masked Officer's hand wraps around your throat, his grip firm but not cruel. "Relax, pet,"

Every nerve in your body tingles and sings with intensity. Their touch is like a drug, leaving you trembling with need, wanting more. You feel like you're drowning in a sea of sensations, overwhelmed by the intensity of their presence and the power of their touch - and yet wanting it, wanting them with every fiber of your being.The feeling of their hands on you, their touch branding your skin, is almost too much to bear. They notice the way your body reacts to their presence, the way you shiver and tremble under their touch.

The Frontman grins, his eyes glinting with delight. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Being at our mercy."

Sang Woo's grip on your neck loosens slightly, but he still holds you firmly in place. His eyes roam over your body, taking in every inch of you.

Jun Ho's breathing is ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He can feel your body responding to their touch, and it's driving him wild.

The Frontman's fingers continue their slow, deliberate pace, his touch gentle yet firm. "You're so responsive," he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours. "It's like your body was made for us."

Jun Ho's hand tangles in your hair, his grip tightening as he guides your mouth towards his erection. "Open wide, pet," he commands, his voice strained with desire. "Show us how well you can take us."

Sang Woo's fingers tease your entrance, spreading your folds open. "So wet and ready for us," he observes, his voice low and husky. "You're going to feel so good wrapped around our cocks."

The Masked Officer's thumb brushes against your lower lip, his eyes burning into yours. "You're ours now, pet," he says, his voice a dark promise. "We're going to fill you up, over and over again, until you're begging for mercy."

The Frontman's fingers slide out of you, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more. He brings his hand to his mouth, sucking your juices off his fingers with a satisfied groan. "Delicious," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours.

Jun Ho's grip on your hair tightens as he pushes his cock past your lips, his thick length filling your mouth. "That's it, pet," he groans, his hips rocking gently. "Take it all."

Sang Woo's fingers finally enter you, his touch gentle yet firm. He pumps in and out slowly, his thumb circling your clit with each thrust. "So tight," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "We're going to stretch you out so nicely."

The Masked Officer's hand slides down your body, his fingers finding your nipple and pinching it lightly. "You look so beautiful like this," he says, his voice a low purr. "On your knees, taking us like a good little pet."

Your body trembles with the intensity of their touch, of their words, of their presence. You feel exposed and vulnerable, but yet at the same time empowered. You want this, want them, more than you've ever wanted anything.The Frontman's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he watches you tremble beneath their touch. "Look at you, so eager and desperate for us," he murmurs, his hand trailing down your spine. "You were made for this, for us."

Jun Ho's grip on your hair tightens as he thrusts deeper into your mouth, his length hitting the back of your throat. "Fuck, she's so good at this," he groans, his hips snapping forward. "She was born to be our little fuck toy."

Sang Woo's fingers pump faster, his touch becoming more insistent. "She's clenching around me," he observes, his voice strained with pleasure. "I think our pet likes being used like this."

The Masked Officer's hand moves from your nipple to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it possessively. "That's right, pet," he says, his voice a low growl. "You're ours to use, ours to pleasure. And you're going to love every second of it."

The Frontman chuckles at Jun Ho's words, clearly pleased with the effect they're having on you.

"You're so obedient, taking Jun Ho's cock like that," he says, his voice dripping with desire.

Sang Woo's fingers curl inside you, pressing against your sensitive spot. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

"And you're so eager to please us both," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "You love being used like this, don't you?"

The Masked Officer's grip on your throat tightens slightly, his thumb pressing against your pulse point. "She's getting close," he observes, his eyes fixed on your face. "Look at her, so desperate for release."

Jun Ho's thrusts become more erratic, his grip on your hair painful. "Fuck, I'm not going to last much longer," he pants, his voice strained. "She's too good at this."

The Frontman's hand slides down to your ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Come for us, pet," he commands, his voice firm and demanding. "Show us how much you love being our little fuck toy."

Sang Woo's fingers move faster, his touch relentless as he drives you towards the edge. "That's it, little one," he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr. "Come all over our fingers. Let us feel you shatter."

Your body trembles on the edge of ecstasy, the guards' words and touches pushing you closer and closer to the precipice. The Masked Officer's grip on your throat, Jun Ho's cock thrusting into your mouth, Sang Woo's fingers pumping inside you, and the Frontman's hand squeezing your ass it's all too much. With a cry muffled by Jun Ho's length, you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your body convulses, your muscles clenching and unclenching as waves of pleasure wash through you. The guards groan and grunt, their own releases imminent as they ride out your climax with you.

The guards watch you with hungry eyes as you reach your peak, their touches becoming more frantic and desperate.

The Frontman lets out a low growl, his hand squeezing your ass even tighter. "That's it, my dear," he says, his voice thick with desire. "Let us see you come undone."

Jun Ho moans loudly, his hips thrusting deeper into your mouth, chasing his own release.

Sang Woo's fingers continue to move inside you, his touch almost punishing in its intensity. He wants to see you fall apart completely.

The guards' touches become more insistent as they chase their own releases, driven wild by the sight of you falling apart beneath them. The Frontman's grip on your ass is bruising, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you back against him. Jun Ho's thrusts become erratic, his cock swelling in your mouth as he nears his climax. Sang Woo's fingers pump furiously inside you, his thumb circling your clit with brutal intensity. The Masked Officer's hand tightens around your throat, his eyes blazing with desire as he watches the scene unfold.

With a final, brutal thrust, Jun Ho spills himself down your throat, his hot seed flooding your mouth.

Sang Woo follows soon after, his fingers curling inside you as he finds his own release. He pulls out of you slowly, his hand coated in your juices. The Frontman watches with a satisfied smirk as Sang Woo brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.

The Masked Officer releases his grip on your throat, his hand sliding down to your chest. "You did well, pet," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "Very well indeed."

Jun Ho pulls out of your mouth, his cock still semihard. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving your face. "We're not done with you yet," he says, his voice a dark promise.

The Frontman lets out a satisfied sigh as Sang Woo comes undone, his own arousal growing at the sight of you and the other guard.

"Look at you, so obedient and eager to please," he says again, his eyes glinting with approval.

The Masked Officer smiles at you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your chest.

Jun Ho watches you with a mix of lust and possessiveness, his eyes roaming over your body. He's still breathing heavily, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

The Frontman's hand slides from your ass to your hip, his grip firm and possessive. "You've pleased us greatly, little one," he murmurs, his voice low and approving. "But the night is still young, and we have so much more in store for you."

Jun Ho's eyes darken with renewed desire as he takes in your disheveled state. "We're going to fill you up in ways you've never imagined," he promises, his voice a dangerous purr. "Every hole, every inch of you will be ours."

Sang Woo's fingers trail down your stomach, his touch gentle yet firm. "You're going to be our little plaything,"

The Frontman leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You've been such a good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "So obedient and eager to please. But we're not finished with you yet."

Jun Ho's hand reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. "We've only just begun, pet," he says, his voice a dark promise. "We're going to take you in ways you've never imagined."

Sang Woo's hand slides down your stomach, his fingers teasing your folds. "You're ours now," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "Every inch of you belongs to us. And we're going to claim you completely."

Sang Woo's thick length pushes into your tight rear entrance, stretching you deliciously as he sinks deeper and deeper. In Ho's hard cock slides into your dripping pussy, filling you completely. The Masked Officer's erection slides past your lips, his taste flooding your mouth. Jun Ho's lips wrap around your nipple, sucking and biting gently as his hands roam your body possessively.

The four men move in perfect synchronization, their touches and thrusts coordinating to drive you wild with pleasure. Sang Woo's hips snap forward, burying himself to the hilt in your ass. Jun Ho matches his rhythm, his cock plunging into your pussy with long, deep strokes. The Masked Officer's hand grips your hair, guiding your head as he fucks your mouth, his length hitting the back of your throat with each thrust.

You moan and writhe between them, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. Sang Woo's length stretches you so deliciously, filling you completely. The Masked Officer's taste fills your mouth, a mix of salty and sweet that leaves you craving more. Jun Ho's lips and teeth on your nipples send shivers down your spine, and his hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you.

Their movements are synchronized, each of them finding their own rhythm as they take you apart. They move in perfect harmony, a dance of pleasure that leaves you gasping and pleading for more.

The Frontman's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he watches you squirm and moan between them. "Look at her, so beautifully wrecked," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "She was made for this, made to be our little fuck toy."

Jun Ho's lips leave your nipple with a pop, his hand replacing his mouth as he squeezes the tender flesh. "She's so tight," he groans, his hips snapping forward. "I can feel Sang Woo's cock through her walls." Inho say.

Sang Woo's fingers dig into your hips, his grip bruising as he pounds into you from behind. "Fuck, she's squeezing me so hard," he pants, his voice strained.

You moaned putting your hands on the frontman's shoulders as you leaned against Sang Woo's chest and continued to suck the masked officer's cock. The Frontman's hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he guides your movements. "That's it, pet," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "Take us deeper. Show us how much you love being filled."

Sang Woo's lips brush against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You look so beautiful like this," he whispers, his hips rolling against your backside. "So perfect, so ours."

The Masked Officer's hand tangles in your hair, his grip firm as he holds you in place. "Fuck, your mouth is incredible," he groans, his length throbbing against your tongue. "I could come down your throat all night."

Jun Ho's fingers pinch and roll your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "She's so responsive," he observes, his voice strained with desire. "I wonder how many times we can make her come tonight."

The Frontman's words and Sang Woo's breath in your ear send shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself clenching around them even more.

Sang Woo's hands move to your thighs, spreading them wider as he thrusts deeper into you. The Masked Officer's grip on your hair tightens, and he pulls your head back, exposing your neck to him.

Jun Ho's mouth moves to your other nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh as he nips and sucks.

"So tight," he groans again, his hips slamming against yours. "So perfect."

The Frontman's hands slide up your sides, his fingers tracing the curves of your body. "You're ours, pet," he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Every inch of you belongs to us. We're going to mark you, claim you, make you ours completely."

Sang Woo's lips move to your neck, his teeth grazing against your pulse point. "We're going to fill you up," he promises, his voice dark and dangerous. "With our cum, with our marks, with our love."

The Masked Officer's hand leaves your hair, his fingers wrapping around your throat possessively. "You're never going to forget this night," he says, his voice a low purr. "You're never going to forget us."

Jun Ho's mouth leaves your nipple with a final suck, his hand replacing his lips as he squeezes the tender flesh. "We're going to ruin you for anyone else," he declares, his voice a dark promise. "You'll never want another man after us."

Your body thrums and trembles with the power of their promise. You know that what they say is true - you'll never forget this night, will likely never want to be touched by another man in this way again. You're theirs, completely and entirely, and there's no turning back now.

The Frontman's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you flush against him. "That's right, pet," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "You're ours now. Forever."

Sang Woo's thrusts become more insistent, his hips slamming against your backside with brutal force. "You're going to be our little plaything," he growls, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. "Our toy to use and abuse as we please."

The Masked Officer's hand squeezes your throat, his touch possessive and dominating. "You'll do as we say, when we say it," he commands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You'll obey us in everything."

Jun Ho's fingers twist your nipple painfully, his touch a sharp contrast to the pleasure coursing through your body. "You'll never leave us," he declares, his voice a dark promise.

The Frontman's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he watches you moan and whimper beneath them. "That's it, pet," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Let us hear those beautiful sounds. We want to hear every gasp, every moan, every plea for more."

Jun Ho's fingers twist your nipple harder, his touch becoming more painful with each passing moment. "You love this, don't you?" he growls, his voice a dark, possessive rumble. "You love being used like our little fuck toy."

Sang Woo's thrusts become more erratic, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. "Fuck, she's so tight," he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. "I can't hold back much longer."

The Masked Officer's grip on your throat tightens, his fingers pressing against your pulse point. "Come for us, pet,"

You screamed with the masked officer's cock in your mouth and came on their cocks.

The Masked Officer's grip on your throat tightens as you scream around his length, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. "Fuck, yes!" he roars, his hips thrusting forward as he finds his own release, his hot seed flooding your mouth.

Sang Woo follows soon after, his fingers digging into your hips as he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his own load. "Take it all, pet," he growls, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take every drop."

Jun Ho's grip on your nipple becomes almost painful. Inho,too reaches his peak, his length throbbing inside you as he spills himself into your depths. "Mine," he snarls, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "You're all mine."

Your body is completely spent, trembling with the aftermath of the pleasure they just gave you. You feel boneless, completely and utterly filled, claimed by these four powerful men.

The Frontman notices your trembling body, and he grins triumphantly.

"Look at her," he says, his voice low and rough. "She's completely spent, but still begging for more."

Sang Woo chuckles against your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin.

"You're a mess," he teases, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your stomach. "But we're not done with you yet."

The Masked Officer leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

"We're going to keep you like this, completely at our mercy," he whispers, his voice almost hypnotic. "Until you're begging us to stop."

Your tired body trembles as you listen to their words, a mixture of fear and excitement running through your veins at the thought of belonging to these four powerful men, at their mercy. Your body still aches and tingles with the aftershocks of your climax, and yet they promise more. You're in uncharted territory, and the prospect both thrills and terrifies you, making your heart race and your body respond with a strange, new fervor.

[intellectualfallacy]

please write more of hwang jun ho !! 🙏🙏

Author's Note: He was the first I wanted to write for to get my writing warmed up again, so can't help but oblige to this request! ☺️ I really hope you enjoy!

Summary: After you come back from a late night work outing, (Y/N) and Junho seem to have the same thought in mind.

Rating: M (18+)

Warning(s): Smut, Dirty Talk, Oral (F & M Receiving), No Protection

MDI

The wind blew harsh as I rushed inside to the apartment’s lobby to escape the night’s cold weather, giving a shudder as I was met with a slightly less cold environment. I would have been home hours ago but a work dinner kept me away, making me regret wearing a dress if i had known I would be staying for so long. The alcohol helped keep me a bit warm but nothing like being at home with Junho. He was all I could think about during the outing; flashes of his sweet smile, laughter, his body cuddling and keeping me warm.. or how good he looked over me.. 

Maybe it was the one beer thinking for me. Or I really just needed him. Walking up the stairs, I reach our apartment door, clumsily pulling out my keys and opening the door silently. Instead of being met with a dark living room, the corner lamp and television lit the room, seeing Junho almost staring blankly at the screen as if to not fall asleep. “You’re not in bed?” I ask as i closed the door, causing him to jolt. “There you are.” He replies, huffing lightly as he stood up, the blanket on him slipping off as he yawned, wearing a white tee shirt and grey shorts. “You weren’t answering your phone but since the bar isn’t that far, I assumed you were just busy.” He explained as I took off my coat and heels, walking towards me. “How did it go?” He moved the hair out of my face, cupping my face as he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I moaned and smiled as he moved away, seeing his warm smile and groggy eyes. “It went good. Nothing special.” I close the gap between us as I wrap my arms around his neck, his hands moving to my hips. “I was just thinking about you, a lot.” I reply, him giving a curious hum. “What did I do to earn the privilege?” He places his forehead against mines, feeling his hands wander to the small of my back, moving me closer to him. “There’s too many to count.” I reply with a small laugh, making him smile proudly. “Should I give you a reason then?” He asks, moving his head back and a hand back up to my cheek, giving a soft rub. “Hmm.. How are you going to do that?” I teased, lightly running my fingers along his neck. Giving a small smirk, he grabs my legs and pulls me up, making me let out a gasp as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

My back hits the mattress as Junho’s soft lips crash against mines, settling between my legs as I wrap one around him, the other bent on his side. His hands traveled my sides as he parted my lips, both of us moaning into our mouths and moving my hands along his back, dragging his shirt up more and more. I struggled not to grind up to him as his hand reached for my thigh, squeezing it and moving his hand higher, his rough fingertips gliding and raising my dress higher. “You’re so soft.” He moans out as he moves his head to my neck, giving light kisses and small licks as I moaned softly. I could feel him move the bottom of my dress up, lightly touching the inside of my thigh before feeling his covered bulge begin to grind down onto me slowly. “Junho.” I whimpered as he sucked on my neck, causing a sting before licking it as I grinded up to him, a hand pushing my hips back down. “You have to be patient, baby.” He said into my ear before giving it a little bite, making me grasp onto his shirt as he kept up the slow pace. “But I want more.” I whimpered, my nails dragging lightly against his back, hearing him give a low moan. Instead of answering, he moved up and off of me, moving off of the bed and standing. “Come take my clothes off if you need it that bad.” He gave an intense stare as I moved to him, keeping my eyes on him as his hand reaches down to grasp his growing cock. I simply nod and smile, standing and removing his shirt, it falling on the ground as my fingertips glide along his tight abs. My hand moves to his shorts, letting them fall on the floor as his black boxer briefs are revealed. I keep my eyes on him as I let my fingers trail along his bulge before gripping it lightly, smiling up at him as he sucks in a breath. He moves a hand to hold the back of my neck, keeping me there. “Are you my dirty girl?” He asks. I nod, feeling his fingers dig slightly. “Say it.” He growled, making me whimper with excitement. “I’m your dirty girl.” I say, earning an approving moan. 

“Then get on your knees.” He lets go of my neck, stepping back to give me space to be in front of him. Nodding, I kneel down in front of him, reaching back and letting my dress pool around me. Reaching up, my hand grips his bulge, giving light strokes as I look up at him. He gives a small smile before saying, “Come on, (Y/N), don’t be mean.” I move closer and place a kiss on his covered cock, keeping my eyes on him. “I thought we had to be patient.” I tease, getting him to growl. “I take that back.” He replies, his eyes going along my body. “Take that bra off, too.” I nod, keeping my eyes on him as i reach back and unlatch my bra, letting it fall with the dress. I lick my lips as my hands pull and let go of the black fabric, watching his cock spring out. He lets out a relieved moan as my hand wraps around his base, kissing his tip before taking out my tongue, letting his tip lay on it for a second before licking him. My other hand comes up to grab his thigh as I let my mouth fully wrap around him, my eyes shutting as I adjust to him. A low groan escapes him as his cock hits the back of my throat, both hands grabbing my head and bobbing me, making me gag and move back, spit dribbling down my chin. “Fuck.” He groaned as I smiled up at him, both hands on his thighs as I take him in again, keeping my eyes on him as I bury his cock in my throat again. I gag a bit around him but keep bobbing my mouth, my eyes beginning to water as I did my best to keep them open. His eyebrows crease and his mouth stays open as he stares, groans, moans and curses escaping them as my hands grip onto his thighs. A hand travels to his balls, massaging them lightly as my eyes closed again, keeping up my movements until I feel him move me off of him. 

I let out a small gasp as I look up at him, seeing him huffing, letting out a load moan. “Get on your back.” He ordered, lifting myself up only for him to grab me halfway, lifting and tossing me onto the mattress, making me gasp. “I need you.” I whimper, catching my breath as his hands reached down, pulling my panties off as I raised my hips to help him. He let them drop before he lowered himself to my crotch, his lips and breath getting closer to my pussy, making me shiver. “You’re so wet.” He mutters almost to himself before his tongue peeks out of his mouth, his eyes glues to my wetness before he licks along my folds, his eyes closing as he tasted. “God, fuck.” I moaned out as I felt him drag his tongue again, opening his eyes and looking up at me. I whined as I felt his hands reach up, moving my legs up and over his shoulders before feeling his tongue move into my pussy, moving it back and forth before licking up to my clit, sucking on it lightly. Throwing my head back, I can’t help the moans that escape me before looking back to him, his hand reaching up and folding my tit as he enjoyed his motions. “I need your cock in me, Junho,” I whimpered, fighting to start grinding on his face. His eyes fluttered as he moved away from me, his chin lightly shining with wetness as he reached for a cabinet, pulling a small towel from it and quickly cleaning his chin. “Come here.” His hand captures my chin as I lean up to do so, our tongues intertwined with each others taste.

We stay like this for a moment, savoring each other before I move away, glancing at his cock, swearing I could see it twitch for a second. “Do you need my cock in you? Huh?” Looking up at him, he smirks as he brings he brings his cock to my pussy, rubbing his tip against me, making me moan out and nod frantically. “Yes, I do, please, Junho, I need you inside me.” I mumble against his lips as he spreads my legs and sinks into me, a yell and moan leaving me as his cock gently spreads me, his hand coming up to move the hair off my face as he slowly starts to thrust. I let out shaky moans as I adjust to him, a hand reaching to his hips and guide him on how I’m feeling. He keeps looking between my face and his cock thrusting into me, his beautiful face making the most sinful faces, groans and long moans making me get even closer. I grab the back of his head and he grabs the back of my knees, bringing them up to his shoulders as I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling as his cock sinks even deeper than I thought. 

“Oh fuck-”

“Junho!”

My body shakes as he looks into my eyes, huffing and moaning so near my mouth as he enters me. The new angle makes me feel so full, whimpering as he brings his lips to my neck, hearing him almost whimper as my pussy tightened around him. He licks along my neck as he begins to thrust more, my hands coming up to rake my fingers along his back, feeling goosebumps rise as I reached his lower back. “You’re so fucking pretty.” Junho whines as he moves his head away, a hand grasping at my hip to bring it up as the other went to my tit, his fingers squeezing my nipple before groping it again. I can only whimper over and over again as his cock filled me, goosebumps rising on my skin as he kept fucking me so much, it was starting to become overwhelming.

“Huh-Jun- Fuck… Junho”

“Gonna come, baby?”

“Mmm-”

“Dirty girl. Come over this cock.”

I let out a choked whimper before moaning a mix of curses and Junho’s name, letting out a loud moan as my body shook with orgasm, whimpering as his cock kept moving. I look down at his cock moving in me before I glance to him, seeing his dark gaze watching my every movement, biting his lip before letting a whine escape. “I need you.” I whisper, bringing his head closer to me, our lips barely touching. “Cum in me.” I whimper, my sensitive pussy making me whine and tighten around him. Letting out a deep moan, he nods, keeping his eyes on me. “That’s what my honey needs. My cum.” He groans out, groaning loud before his movements fastened, making me curse at the sudden quickness of his thrusts. “All for me.” I whimper, smiling up at him. “Right, baby?” I whimpered, my hands squeezing his arms. His eyes squeeze shut as he keeps his hard thrust going, curses escaping him as I moan. “Mmm, that cock needs to cum in me~” I tease, pushing his head down onto my neck, moaning into his ear. “Oh-oh fuck-” He groans out before I feel his cock cum in me, moaning at the feeling. I grind up to him to help him through, moaning as he kept fucking me, his cock softening as he took it out, a soft moan from me as he slumped beside me.

He laid on his back before I moved and laid on his chest, letting out a soft moan as we settled in. He spread his legs, letting my legs go over his, my head laying on his chest as one of my hands laid on his chest, both of catching our breaths. After a moment, we both shuffled to move lower, laying side by side but our bodies facing each other to hug on the bed. We both stayed silent as he moved his head back and going along my body, almost inspecting for injuries before he turned to me almost exhausted, letting himself bury his head into my neck and hands holding me close. I smiled lightly before I relaxed, closing my eyes as I felt him bring up our blanket, covering us both in warmth. I felt him move away before I opened my eyes, him smiling back at me. “I love you.” He whispers before kissing me again, making me giggle with happiness. “I love you. More than you know.” I reply as our mouths move away for a second, his smile going across his face before kissing me deeply.

“That means you’re mine, right?”

“Always.”

[itsnesss]

hii, i already love your works sm and i was wondering if i could request a jun-ho fic where him and fem!reader search his brother and they can’t keep their hands off of each other? ;) and one day after reader teases jun-ho too much he just fucks her into the bathroom? i’m so sorry if that sounded weird 😭

love ya <333

𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | smut, explicit content, tension-filled interactions, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, slight power dynamics

word count | 2.5 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me thanks ᡣ𐭩

The search for his brother has become more than a mission. It has stopped being just a matter of finding him. Every minute by his side, every stolen glance, every shared sigh... makes you forget everything else. The obsession with finding him has given way to a palpable tension between you and Jun-ho. At every corner, every place where they stop, their hands meet by accident, their bodies brush against each other as if it were inevitable. As if there were something beyond the search, something you can't control.

On one of those long and frustrating nights. They had followed a lead about Jun-ho's brother that had taken them to a small town, but the contact never showed up. They ended up in a rundown motel, sharing a room because the budget couldn't stretch any further.

You had tried to sleep, but between the noise of the old fan and the feeling of Jun-ho just a couple of meters away, it was impossible. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, reviewing some papers under the dim light of the bedside lamp, frowning as always.

"You should rest," you said from your bed, your voice heavy with sleep and annoyance. Keep staring at it won't make your brother magically appear.

Jun-ho looked up, clearly irritated, but also a bit tired.

"I can't".

You got up, leaning against the headboard of the bed, crossing your arms.

"You're such a stubborn one, you know?" you joked, although there was some truth in your words. "You always want to carry everything on your own".

"And you always have something to say, don't you?" he replied, his tone sharp but without real anger.

The conversation continued for a while, small jibes that gradually eased the day's tension. But as they talked, the atmosphere changed. There was something different in the way he looked at you that night, something beyond fatigue or worry.

When you stood up to approach his side, intending to snatch the papers from his hands to force him to rest, his fingers brushed against yours. It was a brief, accidental contact, but the heat it generated made both of them freeze, looking at each other in silence.

"What?" you asked, your voice softer, almost a whisper.

He didn't respond. Instead, he set the papers aside and leaned towards you. The moment was so unexpected that you didn't have time to think. His lips met yours, soft at first, as if he were tasting something he had longed for too long. But the kiss soon became more intense, more needy.

His hands moved up your arms, then to your waist, pulling you closer. You didn't resist. On the contrary, your fingers tangled in his hair as the heat in your chest intensified. You were kneeling in front of him, and you felt his heavy breath against your lips when they barely separated for a moment.

"This isn't right," he murmured, though he made no effort to move away.

"Then stop doing it," you replied, challenging him, and kissed him again, losing yourself in the way his body molded to yours.

That night didn't go beyond that. Although his hands roamed your back, your legs, and his lips left a burning trail on your neck, both stopped before crossing a line they knew would complicate everything. But after that, nothing was ever the same again. The casual touches felt more charged, the glances lingered too long, and the desire between you kept growing.

Jun-ho has never been so straightforward, but you know he is as caught up in this tightrope as you are. The nights spent reviewing clues become an excuse to be close, too close, as the hours fade away and the only thing left between you is unresolved desire.

Today is no different. You are in his apartment, a room cluttered with the mountains of papers they have accumulated during the search, and a constant feeling of discomfort that neither of you can ignore. The brush of his hands as he hands you a cup of coffee, the gentle touch of his fingers as he passes you a photo... everything feels magnified.

"What?" Jun-ho asks, raising an eyebrow when you stare for a second longer than necessary. As if you were evaluating every detail of him, every little gesture that only intensifies what you already know.

"Nothing". You shrug, but the mocking smile that forms on your lips says the exact opposite. There's something about him that makes you feel... powerful. As if you could play with him, put him to the test.

"Don't look at me like that."His voice is deeper than it should be, and his gaze darkens, as if he were waiting for one more provocation. And you know it. You know you did it on purpose.

You've seen him hesitate before, his self-control always on the edge, but this time, you can't help it. You know that what is happening between you is more than just a simple attraction. It's a whirlwind of emotions, of confusion, and above all, of something neither of you can ignore.

You don't stop, and neither does he. The tension remains constant, growing as time passes. The brush of his body near yours while you search for more clues sends shivers down your spine, but you can't pull away. You can't stop looking for an excuse to be near him.

Jun-ho walks back and forth, reviewing papers and murmuring something about clues and possible locations. You see him so serious, so engrossed in his detective role, that you can't resist making a comment to annoy him.

"Are you always this intense?" you ask, resting your chin on your hand.

He stops and glances at you sideways, bewildered.

"What do you mean?"

You smile, innocent but with a touch of mischief.

You know, all that frowning, the rigid posture, the constant "I'm solving an important case" face. I wonder if you ever relax... or if you look the same when you're, you know, at other times.

The insinuation in your voice is impossible to ignore. His eyes narrow, and you see his jaw tighten.

"In other times?" he repeats, clearly caught between confusion and challenge.

You shrug, feigning innocence.

"You know, more... private moments. Are you just as intense or do you follow a whole procedure?"

His reaction is immediate. He leaves the papers on the table and walks towards you with determined steps. Before you can get up, he leans over you, his hands resting on either side of your body.

"Do you want to find out?"

You are left speechless, but he doesn't give you time to respond. In a swift motion, he grabs your wrist and takes you to the bathroom.

The feeling of having him so close, his body pressed against yours, gives you goosebumps. The desire you had contained for so long bursts forth in a wave of need.

"Is this private?" he asks, his lips brushing against yours as he unbuttons his shirt.

"Yes," you affirm, your breath quickening.

"Well". He smiles, his eyes shining with a predatory glint. "So yes, I am just as intense at other times... even more so".

And with those words, his mouth meets yours in a passionate kiss. His hands glide over your body, exploring every part of you, while yours cling to his shoulders with need. The bathroom fills with our sounds, with gasps and sighs as we lose ourselves in this long-repressed need.

"Take off your shirt," he whispers in your ear, his warm breath on your skin, and you obey without thinking. It slides off your shoulders and falls to the ground, and before you can speak, your fingers sink into his hair and you pull him towards you again.

"Is this what you wanted?" he gasps on your lips, his fingers climbing up your ribs and rubbing your skin in circular motions.

You stop. The question makes something change in you. It's as if a veil has been lifted, and everything suddenly became clear.

"I want more," you reply, sincere, not caring that he notices what you feel. I want to feel you. I want to make you moan. I want you to be unable to pull away from me.

And his eyes shine. Her gaze turns dark, predatory, and her lips curve into a smile.

"Wow… that's interesting". He nods, his fingers caressing your lips. "Fortunately, I can fulfill your wishes".

And before you can respond, his fingers slide over your pants. The sound of the zipper opening is loud in the silence of the bathroom, and you barely have time to process it before his hands grab your thighs and sit you on the edge of the sink.

"Strip," he orders, his eyes shifting to your pants, and you don't hesitate to obey.

You remove them immediately, and your underwear slips off with them, revealing your naked body. His eyes roam over every part of you, as if it were the first time he sees you, and his breath quickens suddenly.

"You look beautiful" he gasps, his voice deeper now, filled with need. "So beautiful..."

And again, his lips meet yours in a wild, hungry kiss. His hand moves up your thigh and grabs your leg, pressing it against his waist.

"Do you like it?" he whispers, his hand rubbing you. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"

You nod, and his smile curves again. His fingers touch you in a way that makes your feet go cold and you tense up.

"That's interesting" he pants. "I think I'm going to need a bit more information".

And with his words, a finger begins to penetrate you. The movement is slow, as if he is unsure, but soon, his fingers begin to move in circular motions, penetrating you again and again, and you curl up, wrapping your legs around his fingers.

"Is this better?" she asks, her voice tense with desire.

"Mmm" you respond with a gasp, your fingers gripping his shoulders.

"Mmm what?"

"Yes…" you manage to say, your breath now more rapid. The pleasure is intense, it makes every part of you tense in an exquisite way. "Continue".

And he does it, his finger moving faster and deeper each time. His lips slide down to your nipples and he begins to suck on them, drawing them in with slow movements. The pleasure makes you arch towards him, trying for more, but his hand suddenly stops.

"Is that what you want?" he whispers. Do you want me to touch you?

"Yes, please" you gasp, pleading. "Don't stop..."

And his hand starts to move again. This time it is two fingers that penetrate you, slowly, but increasingly intensely. You arch towards him, with a cry of pleasure.

"And this?" Jun-ho whispers. Do you want more?

"Yes" you manage to respond, every part of you vibrating with pleasure. "Please".

"Please?" he repeats. I like that.

His fingers stop again, but before you can protest, his body shifts position, lowering slowly, and his mouth meets your sex. His lips begin to suck you, licking every part of you with slow, exquisite movements. Your body arches towards him again, trying more, and his fingers penetrate you once more.

The sensation is indescribable. The pressure inside you, the heat in your breasts, the sensation of his lips on you... everything comes together in an intense, exquisite pleasure.

"Jun-ho" you sob, your fingers sinking into his hair. "Jun-ho!"

"What?" he whispers, his eyes fixed on you.

"More... more..." you manage to stammer, trying to describe the pleasure.

And his mouth fills you up again. His lips suck you with strong movements, his fingers penetrating you faster and faster. Your body shakes with pleasure, but his mouth doesn't stop. He sucks you with frantic movements, devours you with the hunger of a man who hasn't eaten in days. His fingers caress you, touch you in the most exquisite way, and suddenly, the pleasure is overwhelming.

"Oh, god!" you moan, your fingers tugging at his hair. "Yes... yes..."

And everything fades away. The pleasure bursts into an intense orgasm, making you arch against his fingers. Your body shakes back and forth, trying to rid itself of the pleasure, but his fingers and mouth hold you there, not letting you go.

Finally, the orgasm fades, and your body collapses onto the sink. His fingers withdraw, and his mouth kisses you gently. Then, a moment later, his arms wrap around you and lift you, sitting you back on the sink.

"I think you're the best meal I've ever had," he says, his smile mischievous.

You smile too.

"You're not bad either" you tell him.

"No?" He approaches you with slow steps. "Does that mean you might want more?".

You smile at him again.

"It depends". You approach him, wrapping your arms around his waist. "What do you have to offer me?"

"Oh, I think I have something you might find interesting…" He nods, smiling. "Do you want to see it?"

You nod your head, and immediately, his fingers begin to lower his belt. He lowers his pants and lets them fall to the ground. And there it is, his member, erect, strong, ready to penetrate you.

"Do you want to try this?" gasps Jun-ho, his breath already quickened. Do you want to feel me inside you?

You smile mischievously.

"Hmm…" you respond. "I don't know, what do you offer me if I try it?"

"If you try it, I promise you'll feel something incredible". His fingers begin to caress your thighs again. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never imagined".

"Hmm…" you whisper. "Well, then it seems fine to me. I'm going to give it a try".

And immediately, you get up from the sink and approach Jun-ho. His arms close around you and push you against the bathroom wall. His eyes fixate on you, shining with intense desire as he leans against you, his member brushing against your core.

"Do you want?" he whispers.

"Yes".You nod your head. "I want!"

And her hips move forward. His member penetrates you in a gentle yet intense manner. The contact is exquisite, making you sigh with pleasure and fall into his arms.

"Is that okay?" she gasps between breaths.

"Hmm... yes" you murmur, your fingers encircling his shoulders. "Continue..."

And his hips begin to move again. His member penetrates you harder, deeper, and with each movement, the pleasure within you grows. His fingers grip your legs, lifting them towards his waist for easier access, and you let yourself go, trying to absorb all the pleasure you can.

"Do you like this?" he whispers again, his breath quickening more and more. Do you like how I touch you?

"Yes... yes..." you murmur, your breathing also becoming increasingly rapid.

"Well —he gasps with a sigh." Then I'm going to give you more... much more...

Her hips start to move again. This time his member penetrates you harder than before, faster. The pleasure is indescribable, it makes your body tense and contract towards him.

"Oh!" you moan between sighs. "Like this!"

"Like this?" he gasps again. "Do you want it like this?"

"Yes... Yes..." you respond, your fingers gripping it tighter—. Yes!

And he doesn't say anything more. His hips keep moving that way, with quick and deep movements. His arms wrap around you, holding you against him, and your fingers clutch his shoulders. The pleasure is increasingly intense, increasingly unbearable, but his body does not stop.

Finally, his breathing quickens too much, each of his movements becomes increasingly rough, and his member begins to pulse inside you.

"God!" she screams, her breath ragged.

And everything suddenly explodes. His member hardens and begins to release his semen into a hot river. His body shakes back and forth, trying to absorb every sensation, and the pleasure makes you let go with a scream. The orgasm is strong, intense, making your fingers grip him tighter and the walls surround him.

Finally, everything disappears again. Her hips come to a stop, her breathing returns to normal, and her arms relax. Her eyes, however, continue to shine. He approaches you and kisses you on the cheek.

"Was it how you wanted it?" he whispers between your lips.

You smile mischievously again.

"Hmm… I think it was better". You slip out of his arms and start getting dressed. "The thing is, I can't have this whenever I want".

He smiles again.

"That's easy to fix" he says, while also getting dressed. I can give you as much as you want.

"I hope so". And immediately you walk away from him, leaving the bathroom without waiting to see his reaction.

"Don't worry, you won't have to wait long," you hear his words behind you, and a smile curves your lips.

[pukah]

hwang jun-ho nsfw twitter links

— matching pajamas (image)

— fucking you after a long day at work

— letting you grind on him

— one of his favorite positions

— the marks he wakes up to in the morning (image)

— sucking his dick

— showing some love to your tits

— missing your pussy

— pounding you

— pound you #2

— fingering your pretty pussy

— riding him raw

— sucking your tits while you ride him

— bathroom sex

— another one of his favorites

— pleasuring you

[koolaidmansbabymama]

all jokes and sexiness aside, he’s actually such a cutie patootie, bookie, cookie, dookie, wookie, pookie pie 😊

[scarlet-star-witch]

His Sanctuary

Hwang Jun-ho x female reader

Summary: Jun-ho returns home to his wife, unaware of the unexpected visitor she had received in his absence

Word count: 2622

Warnings: Smut!

~~ Checking the clock again, she sighed heavily, rolling her eyes at herself when she noticed only a minute had passed since she had last checked.

Jun-ho had told her he would be gone for a few days, but it was nearing a week now since he’d left and her tension was rising. She hadn’t even heard from her husband once, which was extremely out of character for him.

He knew how much his choice of career put her on edge and he was always quick to reassure her whenever his job became dangerous. He never failed to ease her mind, but now, his silence spoke volumes and it was making her jump to the worst conclusions.

Barely focusing on the show currently playing on the television, her eyes continued to fall to the clock and then to her phone, as if she could force it to ring and she could finally hear his voice again.

A knock sounded on the door, making her jump up from the couch, anticipation seeping through every inch of her. Why would Jun-ho knock on the door to his own house, the bitter thought came to her and she immediately deflated, walking towards the door on slumped steps. 

Her eyes widened, shock flowing through her as she stared back at the man on her front steps.

“In-ho?”

He smiled charmingly, stepping past her frozen form to enter the house. 

“Good to see you, it’s been a while.” 

She sputtered, quickly closing the door and following him into the kitchen where he was pouring himself a glass of wine from the bottle she had opened earlier, watching as he acted like he owned her house. 

“Where the hell have you been? Everyone’s been so worried. Jun-ho’s out looking for you right now. Have you seen him? Or called him at least?” She fired off questions rapidly, still slightly in disbelief by her brother-in-law's presence. 

“Have you talked to my brother?” He asked casually and she paused, his question taking her off guard.

“Not since he left.” 

“You’re worried?” 

“Of course I am.” She answered in slight offense. “You should call him, tell him you’re ok so he can stop worrying about you.”

“I’ve seen him.” In-ho replied, trying to keep his voice steady. The image of his brother, the look on his face after he had shot him, haunted him. 

“You have? Is he ok?” 

“He’s fine. Why wouldn't he be?” 

She stiffened slightly at his question, his tone raising the hairs on the back of her neck. In-ho cleared his throat and quickly plastered on another charming smile.

“Anyways, I was just checking in. I’ll get out of your way.” He swallowed the last of his wine and patted her shoulder as he passed, leaving her to gape at him in confusion at his quick exit, thrown off by his strange visit after he’d been MIA for so long.

He stopped at the door and turned back to face her. “When you see Jun-ho, don’t tell him I was here.”

“Why would-”

“Don’t tell him. Understand?” In-ho interrupted, his voice stern, making her look at him back at him with hesitance. Of all the years she’d known him, he had never once spoken to her like this. It was unsettling to say the least.

She nodded wordlessly and as soon as the door closed behind him, she let out a harsh breath, raking a hand through her hair, feeling her stress levels rising even more after his visit.

Her unease didn’t leave her for the rest of the night and by the next day, she was contemplating calling the police to get them involved. Jun-ho’s coworkers knew her, she thought they would at least be sympathetic to his sudden departure.

None of it made sense to her. In-ho’s disappearance and then sudden reappearance left her on edge. He said he had seen Jun-ho, so why hadn’t she heard from him? Why hadn’t he come home yet?

She worried herself for the entire day. By the time midnight rolled around, she felt sick to her stomach as another day passed without hearing from her husband.

Crawling into their shared bed, she practically collapsed in exhaustion. Their rescue cat Jun-ho had insisted on getting moved to lay on her chest, purring contentedly. Thoughts of her husband never left her brain, but her exhaustion was too great to ignore and the second her eyes closed, she fell into a fitful sleep.

That was how Jun-ho found her as he slowly made his way into their house hours later in the still dark early morning. 

A shaky breath escaped him as he saw the family he had formed sleeping peacefully. He swallowed the lump that grew in his throat and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving her. 

“Hey buddy.” He whispered to the cat, softly petting the purring furball. He scooted closer to his wife, gently brushing a strand of hair that had fallen over her cheeks. 

Thoughts of the past week, the horrors he had seen, the harsh and twisted truths he had exposed, raced through his head as he looked at her, the woman he loved. Tears grew in his eyes as he thought of how close he had come to never making it home.

Gently moving the cat off her sleeping form, he chuckled slightly as it meowed at him angrily at being disturbed. He laid himself next to his wife and wrapped his arms around her greedily, feeling himself deflate into her body, desperately needing to feel healed from the sick violence he had witnessed, all at the hands of his own brother.

Feeling his emotions reaching a peak he couldn’t stop, he buried his head in the crook of her neck, his tears hitting her warm skin. 

She stirred, letting out a tired moan. “Jun-ho?”

“I’m here, my love.”

She hummed and leaned into his embrace, pure tranquility washing over her at the sound of his voice for a few quiet seconds before realization crashed onto her tired brain. Her eyes flung open and she turned around to face him, tears already streaming down her cheeks as she saw him again.

“You… you’re back.” 

“I’m back.”

“Where did… I mean, what took-” She stammered frantically. Jun-ho just held her closer and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m here. I’m ok.” He assured her, leaving out the aching wound in his shoulder that burned for attention.

As he held his wife, feeling her heartbeat against his, taking in the scent of her shampoo, feeling her legs tangle with his, he felt the lump in his throat grow again. 

He needed her. 

Leaning down, he crashed his lips to hers, kissing her with a fervor. She moaned against him and kissed him back deeply, their lips and tongues a fiery tangle of passion and love. She didn’t question why he held her tighter than ever, why he kissed her like he had been away from her for years instead of days, why his breath hitched, like he could barely keep control of himself.

His hands were eagerly roaming every inch of her body as his mouth devoured her, desperate to force the disgusting memories and images of that place from his brain. 

When he heard that first high pitched moan as he dipped his hand beneath her panties, curling his finger inside her, he finally felt relief, like the horrors he witnessed could roll off his back like water. 

Her hands pulled at his hair as her hips eagerly grinded against his hand, a litany of pleas escaping her lips as he pleasured her. 

“Jum-ho, please.” She whispered, the look in her eyes making his emotions swell again. 

He could’ve never returned, he could’ve left her all alone. The thoughts were too much to fathom and quickly kissed her hard again before he could let his tears fall. He quickly undid his belt, not bothering to remove his clothing, he didn’t want to waste even a few precious seconds. 

He only moved her panties to the side and with one heavy thrust, sunk into her fully. A harsh grunt left his lips and he began to fuck her roughly, pounding into her with abandon. 

She screamed his name, her hands holding onto his back tightly, reaching under his shirt to find his hot skin, her nails digging into him. He hissed in pleasure at the slight pain, his eyes falling closed in bliss. 

There was no regard for their neighbours as he picked up the pace, the headboard beginning to slam against the wall, her moans crescendoing and his heavy breaths and groans filling the room with their passionate tryst.

He gripped her waist tightly, holding her to him as he used her body, fucking her with a enthusiasm that wasn’t exactly unfamiliar to them, but his desperation for her was different, more intense than it had ever been before.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He moaned as her hips grinded against his. He gripped onto her thigh and hiked it upwards and over his shoulder, allowing him to thrust into her even deeper. He shivered as she moaned louder in that position.

“Jun-ho!” She yelled as his hips rolled against hers. He hit her perfectly every time, making her see stars. 

Her body went rigid, her eyes rolling back as she felt herself reaching the edge. He was fucking her so good, she knew it wouldn’t be long. 

He whispered her name frantically, looking down at her with reverence. 

“Come on, Love. Cum for me, please, please, give it to me.” He babbled relentlessly. 

He could feel his resolve slipping, just about to tip over the edge into ecstasy, but he needed her to find it first. 

It only took a few more harsh thrusts for her to shatter under him. She gripped onto him tightly, her back arching as she cried out loudly for him, screaming his name in pleasure. 

The sound of her in bliss did him in quickly. His pace became erratic, his hips stuttering against hers and with a shameless cry, he hunched over her, cumming hard inside of her. 

Their ears rang at the sudden absence of noise, leaving only heavy panting in their wake. His arms shook, his body thoroughly spent, no longer able to continue to hold himself up.

His tired and aching body fell against hers, leaving no inch of space between them. They came down slowly, taking silent minutes for their racing hearts to slow. One of her hands began to trail a light up and down motion on his back while her other tangled in his hair, gently caressing his sweaty strands.

Her soothing touch was what made him finally break. He sniffled, the sound startling her out of her blissed out state. 

“Jun-ho?”

She reached over, turning on the lamp beside her, illuminating the room in dim light. She reached out, cradling his face in her hands, the sight of the tears rolling down his cheeks sending an ache through her heart.

“What happened?” 

He just shook his head, unable to tell her of the twisted brutality he had seen. He wouldn’t mar her mind with it, he wouldn’t dare expose her to it. 

Her eyes flitted across his face, searching for any indication of what was going through his mind. Her gaze trailed downwards and as she came to the dark stain on the shoulder of his jacket, her face fell.

Gently brushing a finger against it, she gasped when it came back red.

“It’s fine. I’m ok.” Jun-ho assured her instantly before she could start on what he knew would be a tirade of concerned questions. She carefully took off his jacket and helped him remove his shirt, wincing at the pained groan that slipped from his lips unknowingly. 

A horrified gasp escaped her when she saw the gunshot wound on his shoulder, her stomach twisting in agony. Her eyes filled with tears, only making him hold her tighter when he saw them.

“What happened?” 

Jun-ho sighed tiredly, leaning his forehead against her shoulder. He was too exhausted to even think of an answer. 

“I’ll explain everything later. I just want to lay with you now.” 

“Let me clean you up.” 

Before he could argue, she got out of bed, her hand brushing against his as he reached out to her, a soft whine of displeasure escaping him at her absence. She collected all the medical supplies she had gathered over the years, ones she’d never had to use before. 

Her hands shook as she disinfected the wound. A shaking breath left her as she cleaned the blood, suddenly realizing she had come close to losing him. 

“We should get you to a hospital.”

“Not now.”

“Jun-”

“Tomorrow, I promise.” He assured her. “I want to stay with you tonight.” 

She was left unable to refuse his whispered request. As she finished laying the gauze over his wound, she gently helped him lay down, making sure not to jostle his wound. She lay down beside him, her arm wrapping around his waist, holding him tightly. 

“I wish you told me you were hurt.”

“Then you wouldn’t have let me fucked you.”

She scoffed and slapped his chest playfully. “You’re ridiculous.”

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. He revelled in her touch, feeling himself finally relax in her arms, something he worried he would never be able to do again, not after what he’d seen. 

“You don’t have to worry about me so much.” He told her, wishing she wasn’t such a bleeding heart who felt so deeply. It was something he loved about her, but it was times like these, when he did get hurt on the job, that he wished she didn’t feel it.

“Of course I do.” 

The simple words sent his heart soaring. Despite everything that had happened in the past week, the care he felt in that one sentence made emotions swell within him once again. 

The relief he felt in her embrace was dizzying. 

“I love you.” He whispered.

She smiled and nestled in closer to him. “I love you too.”

Her gentle touch was all he needed to let go of the horrors running through his mind. He would deal with it tomorrow, let it be a problem for the future. For now, all he needed to focus on was her and it was through her affections that he was able to fall into a much needed sleep. 

She waited patient minutes until she knew he was in a deep sleep to move out of his embrace, careful not to disturb him.

She grabbed all of the trash around the room from the medical supplies and went to the kitchen to throw them away. She didn’t want the reminder he was hurt staring at her all night. She huffed in annoyance when she saw the garbage was full and gathered the bag, tying it at the end. 

Opening the door slowly, to not make too much noise, she left the house and walked the small distance to the dumpster around the corner. As she threw the garbage away, her shoulders tensed, her senses going haywire at the feeling of eyes on her. 

Turning on her heel, she scanned the dark alleyways around her and flinched, her heart racing when she saw In-ho across the road, looking at her intently.

Her frightful gaze was locked on him, like a deer caught in headlights that were seconds from crashing into it, seconds from ending its life. 

In-ho just smiled and put a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, reminding her of what he’d ordered of her so sternly.

Don’t tell Jun-ho.

~~

Hope you enjoy!

[yourlocalangeldoll]

*ੈ Dom, Sub or switch? / Squid game

characters: Gyeong su / player 256, Thanos / Player 230, Nam Gyu / Player 124, Hyun ju / Player 120, Kang Dae ho / Player 388, Jun ho

a/n: last post before short hiatus 🎀 Trust me y’all will be FED whne i come back. Gyeong su and Thanos are lowk half assed because i wrote them both TWICE than tumblr glitched and got rid of it.

cw: 18+!, mdni, light smut, nsfw talk obviously, degradation, spit, hand kink mention, nsfw link, pegging mention, handjobs, toys mention, overstimulation, restraints, mentions of surgeries(not in an nsfw way), only proofread once.

*ੈ Gyeong su / Player 256

*ੈ 100% a switch. When he’s dom he is ALWAYS a softdom but still a freak. KING of body worship when he’s both subbing and domming. He NEEDS to be physically close to you at all the time but ESPECIALLY when subbing. Doggy position while you peg him will just not work, even prone position is pushing it. Peg him in missionary and he’ll cum in a matter of seconds. When subbing he’s all whiny ‘n needy. More of a handjob than blowjob guy. Get’s sooo subby when you’re giving him a handjob.

- . . Gyeong su’s body is leaning into yours. Your own body behind his while he’s practically wrapped in your arms that were brought around and tugging on his cock. Your neck covered in tears and saliva where his head was hidden. Body shaking from your continued stimulation on his spent cock from his previous orgasm just seconds ago. “Come on, you can give me one more right?” You pout. Your words earned a whine from him in response but a nod nevertheless, his body relaxing further into yours. “Good boy,” You praise while placing a soft kiss to the top of his head, smirk on your face while you sped up your hand on his cock, feeling his cock twitch at your words. . . -

*ੈ Thanos / Player 230

*ੈ Dom obviously. Being a sub is practically unheard of with Thanos. He’s the one doing all the work most of the time. He’s such a good mix between hard and soft dom. He fucks ‘n pleasures you like he hates your guts but then is all soft when talking, still filthy but his words softer. And don’t get me started on of he’s the one to take your virginity. But don’t let that fool you, if you’ve annoyed him and gotten on his nerves a little too much he will not hesitate to put your back in your place. In the rare instance he does Sub it’s most likely because he fucked up and you aren’t getting over it easily or you’ve begged him a lot.

- . . Rough groans escaped Thano’s lips. Your hand working fast on his cock but stopping before he could release. His hands tied behind the chair lazily along with his ankles to the feet’s of the chair. He couldn’t help the pathetic groans that escaped him when you halted your movements again, head thrown back frustratedly. “You’re such a dick, i don’t even know why i’m still with you.” You complain, focusing more on letting all your frustrations out in words instead of his dick, much to his dismay. Thano’s was only half listening, knowing your words were nothing but frustration. But one thing he caught onto -“Can’t even get out of some lazy restraints.”- made him struggle to restrain the smirk that formed on his face, knowing damn well he could snap out of the restraints if he wanted, hell he practically holding them together. But he’d let you believe anything if it means his girl isn’t upset with him anymore. . . -

*ੈ Nam Gyu / Player 124

*ੈ Hard dom, is that really surprising? He’d be so mean and you’d absolutely lovee it. He is SO into humiliating you and gets off on you crying big time. spit spitting spit. He’d have a field day if you have a hand kink because his hands are SCRUMPTIOUS and he knows it 😮‍💨 I feel like despite being such an ass if it’s your first time or maybe not in the mood to be too rough he’d be completely fine with going softer but that’s not typically the mood with him. He’d either fuck you rough and fast as fuck or still rough but deep af thrusts. You’d swear he’s trying to push past your cervix or sum. He’d force you into such awkward positions that aren’t typically the norm. Some positions like corkscrew, prone or sideways 69. He LOVES to fuck you in the ‘Butter Churner’ position.

- . . You’re back’s straining from the position your boyfriend managed to convince you to get into. But god did you feel fucking amazing. The cool surface of the wooden floor was a stark contrast to the warmth and sweat on your body. Nam Gyu was nice enough to help you by holding your ankles in his hands. But his pace was unrelenting and had your back getting littered with light scratches with each jolt of your back against the wood. “So fucking easy to use, like a sex doll.” He’d say while spitting down on you, laughing as your face contorts in disgust as his spit lands right on your eye. . . -

*ੈ Hyun ju / Player 120

*ੈ Soft dom of course !! i really can’t see her as a sub tbh. She’d be so sweet, whispering praises while she fucks you with her fingers. She’d even gently brush your hair out from your face while placing a soft kiss to your cheek 💞💞. I do feel like she’d use toys.. nothing too crazy. Either has a wand or rabbit vibrator and a single dildo, pretty simple ‘n vanilla. She is SO talented with her fingers and mouth. I imagine if she hasn’t had all her surgeries yet she’d be a little less inclined to be naked herself. Controversial take but i don’t think she’d fuck you if she hasn’t had bottom surgery yet.. it’s just hard to imagine.. i mean she doesn’t even like people staring at her.

- . . You’re laying on your back, body comfy on the bed while you made out with Hyun ju. What started as a relatively innocent movie night taking a slight turn as Hyun ju’s hand made way past the band of your pj and panties and started rubbing soft, experienced circles on your clit. Just hard enough to have your thighs closing around her hand. The two of you’s tongue ‘fighting’ for dominance as her hand made way further down. A gasp escaping your lips once one of her fingers pushed past your folds and into you. Hyun ju just chuckled slightly, wrapping arm around your back and up, gently brushing hair out of your face. Her words gentle while you hid your head into her chest. “So pretty f’me.” . . -

*ੈ Kang Dae ho / Player 388

*ੈ Switch. I feel like if he’s domming or subbing would mostly be up to his partner. He doesn’t care much if he’s sub or dom because it feels good all the same 🤷‍♀️ The only time he’ll be overly rough with you is if you’re being a biggg fucking brat or you ask him to. Bro is a SUCKER for missionary. It’s just such an intimate position and he THRIVES of intimacy. He loves to be comforted ‘n praised ‘n all that so PLEASE do. I said this before here, but he’d either be constantly praising you while you ride him -which is also one of his favourite positions- or staring up at you in admiration. the second king of body worship hello?? Is that even really surprising?? Like Gyeong su he craves being physically close to you, during and not during sex. He’s vocal and IS NOT ashamed of it. He hates when you hide your own sounds aswell… doing that is one way ticket to either getting your hands tied to the headboard or his fingers shoved in your mouth ‘n keeping your mouth widee open. Y’all can and will do some of the filthiest shit together but it somehow still feels so intimate. If he’s subbing then he’s not too different.. but definitely more vocal, desperate ‘n whiny. There is SO much more i wanna say about my man but i’ll hold off for now..

- . . All you could feel was Dae ho’s hands roaming your body, his sloppy kisses to your neck, and the fast pace of his cock ramming in and out of your pussy. The only sounds in the rooms were your moans, the forgotten movie, wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and Dae ho’s own grunts ‘n moans. Your nails clawed at his bare back- sure to leave marks tomorrow for him to explain if anyone manages to see. “Shit.. you feel so good.” He groans into your neck, pulling away just enough to litter kisses to your face. “Look so pretty too.. can’t believe how lucky i am.” He says through kisses, hands coming up to squeeze your chest through your bra. “I love every part of you, you know that right?” And what you say in response doesn’t matter to him, because he’ll be rambling on about each part of your body and how he loves it. . . -

*ੈ Jun ho

*ੈ i feel like he’d be a mix between soft dom and hard dom. Sometimes you guys would fuck all slow ‘n lovey dovey, Jun ho whispering praises in your ears. While other times he’d be using you like a ragdoll and either saying nothing or saying light degrades(i don’t see him being too mean tbh just a bit more rough.) He’d hold your body up with ease and fuck you fast while you’re practically crying from overstimulation- having came from both his tongue and fingers. And he’d do nun but whisper soft degrades in your ear and tease you. Even when he’s soft he’d tease you A LOT. The only difference is that when y’all are soft the teasing is more playful. When you guys finally stop he is SUCH a gentleman and king at aftercare.

- . . “Please- too much Jun ho! too much-“ You’re crying out while Jun ho holds you by your arms. His cock going in and out of you at an almost dizzying pace. Despite the overstimulation your poor pussy is feeling it clenches around his cock at the chuckle that escapes his lips. His body moving forward, abdomen filling the arch of your back while his arm moved to wrap around your waist. His breath hot against the shell of your ear while he spoke. “Come on baby, i know you can last more than three rounds. If not then you shouldn’t have been such a fucking brat. Now quiet down and take it, i don’t want to hear any more complaining.” . . -

⟡ ݁₊ . written by yourlocalangel, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

[bangchanwifey]

‘ride it’ - hwang jun-ho ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

not proofread! read at your own risk!! i apologize this took me a couple more days then i thought but ty for your patience :)

pairing(s): hwang jun-ho x female!reader

warnings: femme reader, language, kissing, smut w no plot, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, riding, no correlation to squid game plot

“god you’re so pretty…” you heard jun-ho let out as he trailed kisses down your neck. soft moans filled the room as you felt him start to take off the shirt you were wearing. before you could even process it, he had you completely naked on the bed.

you watched as he got closer and closer to your core, teasingly placing kisses along your inner thighs. “baby.. please.” you whimpered, desperate for his touch.

he moved his mouth from your thighs to your soaking wet pussy. he practically gasped at how wet you already were even though he hadn’t done anything. you felt his tongue swipe over your folds and brought a hand to his hair tugging slightly.

this encouraged him to keep going as he added a finger inside of your hole. you moaned once again which only made him smirk knowing the effect he had on you.

“you taste so good princess.” he whispered before attaching his mouth to your clit. he sucked hard as he saw your legs shake, a sign that you were close. this only made him pick up the pace with his tongue and add another finger.

“fuck! yes baby.. feels so good!” you moaned looking down at him. he kept his eyes on you the whole time never wanting to look away from the sight. he watched as you came all over his tongue, gladly licking up every last drop.

he smiled at you before climbing back up towards you to place a kiss to your lips. you both smiled into the kiss as you wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him closer.

“i love you so much.” he said placing more kisses to your face, causing you to break out in a fit of laugher. you watched as jun-ho slowly pulled away from you to remove his own clothes now leaving the both of you bare.

he came closer connecting your lips again, this time the kiss more heated. you felt him slip his tongue into your mouth making you let out another moan. his hands gripped your thighs tightly, but not enough to actually hurt you.

he continued kissing you before slowly moving down to your tits. you whimpered softly as he grabbed one in his hand and shoved the other one in his mouth. you were becoming needy for him. as much as you loved what he was doing you couldn’t deny that you needed him inside of you.

“jun-ho… baby please i need you..” you let out causing him to send a cocky smirk your way. you watched as he laid back on the bed, slightly confused at his actions before he said, “want you to ride me.”

within seconds you were climbing on top of him as he smiled up at you. he held a firm grip on your hips as he helped you sit onto his cock. you let out a pornographic moan as you finally felt him inserting himself inside you.

“fuck…” he whispered softly as he watched the sight in front of him. you looked so pretty like that he had to stop himself from coming almost immediately.

you rapidly picked up the pace as you saw the way it was affecting him. your tits bounced as you rode him faster and faster. you felt him grab both of your boobs in his hands continuing to spread kisses to them.

“god.. you feel so good.” you moaned as you continued riding his cock. the way he was looking at you was a signal that he was close and you could also feel yourself becoming close again too. 

“I want you to come with me.” he said as he noticed how you were close. he thrusted up into you once more, the sound of skin against skin feeling the room.  you let out another loud moan before you were releasing all over his cock as he came inside of you at the same time. 

he stared at you for a while taking in all of your features as you sat on his cock. you pulled yourself off of him before moving to lay down next to him. you laid your head down on his chest as you felt him wrap his strong arms around you. 

he placed more soft kisses to your head as he held you close to him. “you’re so perfect. my perfect girl.” he whispered causing you to giggle at him. “i love you.” you replied placing a quick peck to his lips. 

“I love you more baby.” he whispered holding you closer, if that was possible. the two of you laid there in each others arms for what felt like an eternity just enjoying the others’ presence.

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[k1mbe3rly]

Hello! Can I request a similar thing with the twitter links, but for Hwang Jun-ho? (I know I am, shame on me🙂‍↕️)

Thank you either way and take care! >.<

thank yew🩷 take care😈

Hwang Jun ho twitter links

Making a big mess on him

Fucking your favorite cop/detective

public fucking

just a normal workout

bouncing on him

letting him fuck you after a hard day

calling him daddy

his small whimpers is what matters the most

he couldn’t find that stupid island, so he used you for a moment

[whorelaud]

summary bsf!reader rides Jun-ho to take his mind off things, and make him forget all his pain and worries   warnings; smut, unprotected p in v, praise (?) 

"There you go," Jun-ho whispered, trailing chaste kisses to the blade of your shoulder, all whime muffling a whine out as you rolled your hips down, filling your soaked cunt with his throbbing length. 

You couldn't sit back and do nothing, watch while your friend was clearly struggling to get his mind off things, immediately continuing off the mission to find his brother the moment he regained consciousness; as he stirred out of the coma. 

Lust would take over, after you slyly, but hastily offered to distract him off his thoughts, the suggestion tempting him in a way, agitating new emotions inside him. Now, here you were, riding him as he pressed your hips down with the hands to your sides, struggling to hold himself back, and protect the barrier of your friendship. 

"Fuck, Jun-ho." You moaned through a breath, head finding the crook of his neck, burrying your nose in there as you took in the sensation of his musky scent, intoxicating your senses each time you took a whiff. "'That helps?"

"Yes, fuck, fuck, yes." Jun-ho replied through hooded eyes, desperately cupping one of your tits in his hands, and squeezing the plush flesh in between his fingers. His thumb rolled over your nipple, grunting as it hardens from the gesture, goosebumps immediately breakimg out across your chest. "Such a good girl, makin' me feel good, huh?" 

You hummed, fingernails digging to the skin around his shoulders, hard enough to leave bruises, and hell, did it drive you crazy, knowing the latter would be left with red marks freckled to his back. 

You clenched around him, thrusts growing sloppy as your climax built up, indicating you were close. Jun-ho took notice of the situation, tilting his head back as you tangled your digits through his locks, muffling out a mewl when his teeth grazed over your throat, planting a soft kiss afterwards to soothe away any pain. 

"Come for me, pretty girl." He hushed out, cock pulsing inside you, suddenly aware that this was you, his best friend, and no one else. The thought drove him over the edge, shooting up as he fucked you throw your orgasm, causing you tremble in his hold once you announced your own orgasm. 

Jun-ho painted your walls white with his cum, the warmness of his sperm filling up your insides. You relaxed in his arms, coming down from your high, your breathes heaving through the air.  

"Maybe we should do this often." Jun-ho whispered, stifling out a teasing laugh. 

"Mhm, maybe we should, friend." 

a/n i rushed this is so bad sorry 😣 wi ha joon is so fine tho my man 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[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.

[insidekatmind]

Morning~Hwang Jun-ho

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

The warmth of Jun Ho's body gently envelops you as you sleep, snuggled in his arms. His breathing is slow and deep, the perfect rhythm to lull you into a peaceful sleep. You're pressed against him, your back pressed to his chest, the beat of his heart a silent melody that accompanies you in your dreams.

He wakes up first. He doesn't move right away, he doesn't want to wake you. He stays there, enjoying the sensation of your skin against his, the delicate scent of your hair brushing his face. With a slow and careful gesture, he slides his hand through your locks, caressing them delicately, as if he were afraid of breaking the spell of that moment.

Then he lowers his head, letting his face get lost in the hollow of your neck. He inhales slowly, his warm breath brushing your skin, sending a slight shiver down your spine. He holds you a little tighter, an instinctive gesture, as if he wanted to keep you with him a little longer, anchored to that perfect moment before the world wakes up completely.

And you, half asleep, smile slightly, feeling his presence so close, so safe. Even without words, you know that he is there, next to you, and there is no place in the world where you would rather be than in his arms.

Jun Ho's touches become more insistent: he brings his hand to the hem of your nightdress and slowly lifts it up before moving on to your breast and squeezing it.

His touch sends a jolt through your body, making you gasp softly. Jun Ho's hand explores your curves possessively, his fingers tracing the swell of your breast before squeezing gently. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers huskily, "You're so soft and warm, my love. I could hold you like this forever."

His other hand slides down to your hip, pulling you flush against him. You can feel the hard evidence of his desire pressing against your backside, a promise of the passion to come. Jun Ho's breathing grows heavier, his control slipping as he becomes consumed by his need for you. "Tell me you want this," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

His words send a shiver through your whole body, your need for him growing stronger with every passing second. You press your body against his, your hips moving, teasing him and silently begging for more. "I want this," you finally whisper, your voice tinged with desire and need. "I want you. I want all of you."

A low growl escapes from Jun Ho's throat, a primal sound born from deep within him. He doesn't waste any more time, his hands becoming more demanding and bolder.

Jun Ho's hands roam your body with a fierce urgency, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. He flips you onto your back, his eyes dark with desire as he looms over you. "You're mine," he declares possessively, his voice low and commanding. "Only mine."

He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim you thoroughly. His hands push your nightdress up, exposing your bare skin to his hungry gaze. Jun Ho breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh. "I'm going to make you scream my name," he promises darkly, his hand sliding between your legs to find you wet and ready for him.

Your body arches at Jun Ho's touch, your skin burning with desire. You can feel the intensity of his need, the primal want that consumes him. "Please," you whimper, your voice trembling with need. "Please, Jun Ho."

Jun Ho's eyes flash with triumph at your plea, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Please what, my love?" he teases, his fingers circling your clit slowly, deliberately. "Tell me what you need."

He leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "Do you want me to touch you here?" His fingers slide through your folds, gathering your wetness. "Or maybe you want me inside you, filling you up completely?" He presses a finger inside you, his thumb continuing its torturous circles on your clit.

Jun Ho's other hand pinches your nipple, sending sparks of pleasurepain through your body. "I want to hear you say it," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "I want to hear you beg for my cock."

Jun Ho's arms tighten around you, his body spooning yours perfectly. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "I love waking up with you like this," he murmurs, his voice still husky from sleep. His hand rests on your stomach, his fingers splaying possessively. "You're so warm and soft, it's like being wrapped in heaven."

He presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering on your skin. Jun Ho's hips shift slightly, his morning arousal pressing against your backside. He groans softly, his grip on you tightening. "I want you," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "I always want you."

Jun Ho's hand begins to move, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your stomach. Slowly, deliberately, he slides his hand lower, his touch becoming more purposeful. "Let me make you feel good," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want to hear you moan my name."

His fingers find your center, stroking you gently at first, then with increasing pressure. Jun Ho's other hand moves to your breast, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your nipple between his fingers. He rocks his hips against you, his hardness sliding between your cheeks, a promise of what's to come.

"Tell me what you need, my love," Jun Ho whispers, his breath hot against your neck. "I'll give you anything, everything."

You almost cry out at the sensations coursing through your body, the pleasure so intense it's almost too much to bear. "I need you," you gasp, your words coming in broken fragments as you struggle to form coherent thoughts. "I need you, Jun Ho... please."

Jun Ho's control snaps at your words, a growl tearing from his throat. He captures your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue dominating yours as he settles between your legs. "You're so fucking perfect," he murmurs against your mouth, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

With one powerful thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside you, stretching you deliciously. Jun Ho pauses, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming in sharp pants. "You feel incredible," he groans, his hips starting to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

He pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a pace that leaves you breathless. Jun Ho's lips find yours again, swallowing your moans as he drives into you relentlessly. His hands roam your body, touching and teasing, stoking the fire within you.

Jun Ho's hands roam your body, teasing and caressing every curve. He cups your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you. "So beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "I love seeing you like this, lost in pleasure, knowing I'm the one giving it to you."

You arch your back, pressing yourself against his touch, desperate for more. "I love when you touch me like this," you whisper, your words coming out in ragged gasps. "It feels so good, Jun Ho... so good."

Jun Ho's touch becomes more insistent, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipples as he continues his relentless pace. "You like that, don't you?" he growls, his hips snapping forward, driving into you deeper. "You like it when I play with your pretty tits while I fuck you?"

His other hand slides down your stomach, finding your clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. Jun Ho leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll forget your own name. The only thing you'll remember is who's making you feel this way me, and only me."

The intensity of his touch and his words is driving you wild, your body trembling with pleasure. "Only you, only you," you pant, your words barely a whisper. "No one else... please, Jun Ho, don't stop. I need this."

Jun Ho's eyes darken with possessiveness at your words, his grip on you tightening. "That's right, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "Only I can make you feel this way. Only I can give you what you need."

He increases the pace of his thrusts, his hips slamming against yours with bruising force. His fingers work your clit faster, applying just the right amount of pressure to push you closer to the edge. Jun Ho's lips find yours again, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he drives you towards your climax.

"Come for me," he demands, his voice rough with his own impending release. "Come all over my cock, my love. Show me who you belong to."

Jun Ho's touch and words push you over the edge, your body convulsing with pleasure. "Jun Ho!" you cry out, your voice echoing through the room as you come undone in his arms. Waves of ecstasy wash over you, your inner walls clamping down around his cock, milking him for all he's worth.

Feeling your release, Jun Ho lets go, his own orgasm crashing through him. He buries his face in your neck, his hips jerking erratically as he fills you with his hot seed. "Fuck, yes," he groans, his voice strained. "Take it all, my love. Take everything I have to give you."

For a long moment, he stays buried inside you, his body trembling with the force of his release. Slowly, he lifts his head, his eyes finding yours.

Jun Ho's eyes are filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness as he gazes down at you. He brushes a sweatdampened strand of hair from your forehead, his touch gentle. "You're incredible," he murmurs, his voice soft. "Every time with you is better than the last."

He rolls onto his side, pulling you with him so you're facing each other. Jun Ho wraps his arms around you, holding you close. "I love you," he says, his words a whispered promise against your lips. "I love you so much it scares me sometimes."

His thumb traces your cheekbone, his eyes searching yours. "You're my everything, you know that? My reason for being, my heart, my soul... you're mine, and I'm yours. Forever."

Your heart squeezes at his words, the sincerity in his eyes and the love in his touch overwhelming. You reach up to touch his face, your fingers tracing the strong lines of his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath your fingertips.

"I love you too," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. "More than I ever thought possible. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Jun Ho. My everything."

Jun Ho's eyes flutter closed at your touch, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He leans into your hand, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "My beautiful, perfect love," he murmurs, his voice filled with adoration. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm grateful every day that you're mine."

He pulls you closer, until there's no space left between your bodies. Jun Ho's lips find yours again, the kiss slow and deep, a silent expression of his love and devotion. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are shining with emotion. "Stay with me," he says, his voice soft but urgent. "Stay in my arms, in my bed, in my life... forever."

Your heart swells with love and joy at his words, your entire body filling with a sense of peace and contentment. You trace your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands between your fingers.

"I'm not going anywhere," you reassure him, your voice full of a certainty that borders on sacred. "I'm staying right here, right by your side, where I belong. You're stuck with me, Jun Ho."

[celestiamour]

Ever since squid game s1&s2 wi hajoon character😩 I even saw a clip of his back 💀ok im getting side tracked😭so may I please request a smut with junho x fem reader where he’s stressed trying to find his brother but his wife or gf is there for him to keep him calm. It could literally be any plot😭 just need Jun Ho

ft. hwang jun-ho x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ eating you out after a long stressful day┊0.7k words

setting: season 1, before the 33rd games contains: smut!! dom jun-ho & sub reader┊oral fixation, receiving oral, overstimulation, mentioned nipple play & marking, established relationship

➤ author's note: i need this so bad, the new year depression is hitting and i’m so lonely

being a police detective is insanely stressful on levels he couldn’t even begin to explain, even more so when it’s a case related to him personally. ever since his brother went missing, he’s been relentless in his pursuit to find him, searching for even the tiniest clues that may help push the dead end he’s been stuck at for so long. he comes back a little bit later each night with less and less energy, crashing out on the couch and fall asleep to stop the raging headache from considering all of the possible things that could have happened. 

he still makes an effort to be there for you though, taking time out of his busy schedule to take you out on at least one date per week, not just to remind you that he loves you even with how busy he is, but for him to relax too. there’s nothing better than being comfortable and able to turn off the gears constantly turning in his brain in the company of someone he adores so much, and returning home to rest in your warm embrace is akin to heaven for his troubled mind. 

sometimes he likes to shut his brain down entirely when having sex with you and just thoughtlessly do his own thing. it’s almost therapeutic for him, even though you’re the victim of his ministrations and find your body suffering from too much pleasure (if it’s even a thing, he draws a thin line that makes you wonder).

like he is right now, hands spreading the inside of your thighs with a tight grip to prevent them from closing and his mouth laser-focused on what’s in between.

“i-it’s too much,” you whined, trying to push him away for a second of relief yet making no real attempt to do so, limbs slacking after a mere second of effort. perspiration had covered your skin in a thin sheen, shining under the light of the ceiling fixture and drawing attention to his previous actions: marks from constant sucking and biting into your soft flesh all over your neck and chest area. 

he simply hummed in response, the vibrations sending pleasure straight to your clit and making your whimper, not really listening to you. there weren’t really any thoughts in his head at the moment, only trying to pull another orgasm from your spent body to taste more of your addicting nectar and listen to your cries that sounded like the song of an angel.

you originally wanted to pay him attention before yourself, taking the edge off the perpetual stress he was going through with his climax, yet this was all he wanted to do, sucking on your clit like it was candy until the neighbors knew his name. there was no real skill or technique behind his movements, just pure unadulterated passion and lust as he pulled you even closer than you thought possible with an increased pace of fucking you with his tongue. 

it felt so suffocatingly hot, taking another breath only to let out another pitched moan in a vicious cycle. you didn’t know where to put your hands, alternating from the bedsheets to your oversized t-shirt stolen from his before finally tangling your fingers in his dark locks and tugging which caused him to groan in response. he finally opened his eyes and met your half-lidded ones, but he did not stop his assault on your engorged pearl. truthfully, the sight of you as such a blissed-out mess was almost enough to make him cum untouched, and he’s not even certain if he didn’t.

the familiar feeling of an orgasm washes over you, the intensity of it being your third tonight making your back arch off the mattress and your toes curl with a pitiful gasp. still, jun-ho’s lips stayed latched onto your abused pussy, lapping up all of your arousal like a damn dog until you were all cleaned up with nothing but his spit slicking your folds. you whimpered when he finally let go only to part your swollen hypersensitive cunt with his finger, admiring how it quivered and clenched around nothing begging for more.

it was going to be a long night, but it’s worth it if he gets the satisfaction of carrying you out of bed the next day due to your shaking legs and he finally wakes up with a clear head for once.

[burningembers91]

Sleeping With the Enemy - Hwang Jun-Ho x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: tasked with taking down the most ruthless gangster in Seoul, Hwang Jun-Ho didn’t know he’d fall for his target’s wife in the process.

Please note that this storyline will deal with situations depicting domestic violence.

A/N: Did I come up with this idea at 1am when I couldn’t sleep? Yes. Did I also get up at 5am to write it as it was etched into my brain? Yes. Am I very tired? Also, yes. But this storyline is gonna be juicy as heck.

It was you who called the police. You, who in your wedding vows had sworn to love and protect you husband, just has he had sworn the same. He hadn’t bothered to keep his promise though, so why should you? The man you married was a ruthless tyrant, taking whatever he wanted with little regard for the devastation his actions caused. The police had been after him for years, desperate to catch the ruthless gangster who tormented the good people of Seoul. You’d be so young when you married him, swept up in the glitz and glamour of the high life he showed you. He’d promised you the world; you just hadn’t realised it would come at a cost.

You weren’t sure you’d ever loved your husband, and you knew he’d never loved you. You were an accessory on his arm, something necessary to bring along to meetings and parties, adorning you in the highest quality clothes and shoes for his colleagues and competitors to admire. He’d started hitting you shortly after your wedding, started showing his real colours when he was confident you couldn’t escape. You’d spent years cowering in his shadow, meekly accepting the designer gifts he bestowed upon you as an apology for treating you like dirt. You weren’t living anymore; you were simply existing.

Hwang Jun-Ho was assigned to your case, tasked with keeping the beautiful wife of the city’s most dangerous gangster safe. He’d been warned that you couldn’t be trusted; that this whole thing could be nothing more than a ploy to send the police off chasing their tails. But Jun-Ho knew from the moment he met you that you weren’t doing your husband’s bidding. You were stunning, dressed in Dior, Prada and dripping in Cartier diamonds. But those high end brands couldn’t mask the fear in your eyes. Just like the makeup couldn’t mask the bruises on your face. At first, he’d been sure this case would be the one he needed to skyrocket him to greater things. But one meeting with you and the boost this would give to his career was no longer his priority; you were. He’d been in this job for long enough that not much fazed him, but your stories had kept him up at night. Tales of your husband’s beatings, his drug deals, his human trafficking, Jun-Ho wondered how you’d endured it all. How you’d kept your wits and sanity while married to the devil himself.

He tried to keep things professional, tried to keep a distance, but you pulled him in like a moth to a flame. You were so fragile and yet so strong, so beautiful, so meek yet so brimming with confidence that it floored him every time. You’d meet in secret, when your husband was out of town on business, slowly giving Jun-Ho the evidence he needed to bring down the man you’d pledged your life to.

It was after your fourth meeting that he fucked you in the back of his car, your moans like the sweetest music to his ears as his took you on the leather seats. From that moment on, Jun-Ho knew there was no going back; he was hooked on you. From that moment on, you would meet each week, exchange information and then make love in his apartment. You smelled like Chanel No.5, and it permeated his bedsheets, keeping him company on the long nights without you. Your lipstick left stains on his skin, marking its way down his chest and thighs. The sound of your breathy moans were permanently etched on his brain, going round and round his head like the most beautiful broken record.

He wasn’t sure when infatuation turned into love. All he knew is that he would do anything for you. He would die for you if it would keep you safe. You were both under no illusion that you were playing a risky game, one that you were almost certain wouldn’t end well.

But for the first time in your life, you could confidently say you knew what love was. Jun-Ho showed you affection and care you’d only ever dreamt of. He made you laugh, made you feel safe, and when his lips explored your body, he made your toes curls in the most exquisite way imaginable.

Yes, you knew this wouldn’t end well. Your husband was not a man who forgave and forgot. But Jun-Ho was determined to keep you safe. He would find a way to break you free of the chains the devil had ensnared you in. He’d find a way to protect you from the man who kept you in constant fear. He didn’t know how this would end, but he knew that he would risk it all for you.