#inho squid game

[goldrshr]

the inho x gihun fandom don't even need to draw them like this its already canon

[grimeshound]

SNEAKING AROUND.

word count: 1,289

pairing: in-ho x you.

summary: you can’t seem to leave your father’s friend alone, thoughts of him filling your mind with nothing but sick fantasies. luckily for you, in-ho’s got you in his sights too, and he’s more than happy to make those thoughts come true.

cn: 18+, huge age gap (reader is 18+ and in-ho is 54), dbf!au, sneaking around, creampie, pervert in-ho

a/n: gosh ……… writing inho is like a drug to me, once i start i just cant stop

was gonna post this sooner but had to proofread, so let’s just say i waited to post this on inho’s bday ^_^ happy bday to this old geezer

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“I like your watch,” you said, smiling up at In-ho.

“This old thing?” he chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced down at it. “This watch is older than you are, sweetheart.” His tone was light, but the implication beneath his words sent a shiver through you.

You tilted your head, pretending to be surprised, your curiosity laced with something darker. “Oh, really? That old?”

He laughed softly, his gaze lingering on you a second longer than it should’ve. “Had it since I was in my twenties. Now…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, a faint smirk tugging on his lips. “I’m fifty-four. You do the math.”

You did, and instead of feeling any discomfort, you felt the opposite—an attraction that made your stomach flip. God, this was so wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself. The way he carried himself, the confidence, the way his voice dipped just slightly when he spoke to you—In-ho had you absolutely hooked.

Before you could respond, your dad called him over, pulling him back into the fold of conversation with the other men. You couldn’t hide the pout on your lips, the frustration at being left alone again.

In-ho noticed. Of course, he did. Before he moved to join the group, he leaned in close, his hand brushing against yours for the briefest moment. “I’ll be back soon, princess,” he whispered, his voice low enough for only you to hear. Then, before you could even process his words, he glanced around and placed a quick kiss on your lips, causing your breath to hitch.

Before you could even blink he slipped away, leaving you standing there, cheeks flushed and heart racing. You couldn’t help but giggle softly to yourself, already counting the seconds until he returned.

Amidst the crowd and bustle of your father’s work party, your attention kept wandering back to In-ho. The way his eyes followed you, dark and hungry left you feeling weak in the knees. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you, the intensity in his gaze burned into your every move.

In-ho wasn’t subtle, either. Every chance he got, he let his hands find you—fingers brushing along your waist, sneaking lower to rest dangerously close to the round curve of your ass. His touch lingered, just enough to send shivers down your spine and leave you craving more.

And then there was the way he “accidentally” pressed himself against you as he squeezed past in the crowd. His body was firm, his touch purposeful, and it left you reeling. You couldn’t breathe, the heat in your core pooling unbearably, forcing you to excuse yourself. You rushed to the bathroom, desperate to find some sort of relief from the ache he had been building with every teasing touch, every searing look.

Naturally, In-ho had his sights on you the entire time. His sharp gaze tracked your hurried steps, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched you disappear into the bathroom. He didn’t wait long before following, slipping inside and locking the door behind him.

It was all a blur after that. One moment, you were alone, and the next, his hands were hooked beneath your thighs, pulling you flush against him. Your mind went blank while his voice, low and dripping with filth—spilled against your ear. The words barely registered, lost to the sensation of him grinding behind you, each syllable a ghost of sin against your skin.

He had you like that for a while, before lifting you easily, pinning you against the cool tile wall as he snapped forward, filling you to the hilt in one rough thrust of his hips. You gasped at the intrusion, your head falling back against the wall as he wasted no time pounding you.

The sensation was overwhelming. His pace was relentless, each thrust hitting spots that had you dizzy, the world spinning around you. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he buried himself deeper into your heat. You bit down on your lip, desperate to stay quiet despite the overwhelming pleasure ripping through you.

“In-ho—! Feels so good—” you moaned breathlessly, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

He groaned in response, his breath hot against your skin. The low, guttural sounds he made sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through your cunt. He inhaled deeply, taking in your scent like a man starved. “So sweet,” he murmured against your neck, his voice thick with lust. “This cunt was made to take my cock. So fucking good, baby.”

Your walls clenched around him as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, and you couldn’t help the high-pitched whimper that escaped. Your nails dug into his sleeve as you fought to keep yourself steady, the heat pooling low in your belly threatening to consume you entirely. “Mmf—Daddy!” you cried out suddenly, the word slipping past your lips before you could stop it.

Clearly, that did something to him. Because you felt his cock throb inside you, his rhythm faltering for a moment just for his hips to snap forward, even rougher than before. His breath came out in a low, almost ragged rasp as he processed what you’d just called him.

“Daddy, huh?” he teased, pulling back just enough to look at you. His dark eyes were blown wide, the usual cold stoicism replaced by something primal and unhinged. “That’s what gets my little angel off? Dirty girl,” he chuckled, the sound dripping with mockery and lust. “Does my sweet little girl get off on the thought of daddy taking care of her? Like getting fucked by someone old enough to be her father?”

The filthy words sent a shiver down your spine, your head falling back against the wall as a loud moan escaped you. His hand darted up, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze again.

“Answer me,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

“Yes, yes!” you cried, your voice trembling as he pounded into you harder, each thrust pulling another gasp from your lips.

“Yes, what?” he pressed, his grip on your hair tightening as his teeth grazed against your neck.

“Ah!—Love it, need daddy to take care of me,” you whined, your words tumbling out in a desperate rush.

A dark, satisfied grin spread across his face as he pressed a kiss to your temple. His hips slammed into you with renewed fervor, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with possessiveness. “Takin’ daddy’s cock so well. Fuck—what would your father think if he saw you like this? His precious little girl, getting her needy pussy stretched out by his old friend.”

The thought alone had you unraveling, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm tore through you. Your entire body was trembling as he fucked you through it, the overstimulation sending shockwaves through your core.

In-ho wasn’t far behind, his thrusts turning sloppy and more erratic. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you down onto him while he buried himself to the hilt, groaning loudly as he came.

By the time you rejoined the party, your cheeks still flushed and your legs weak, In-ho was already back in the crowd. He stood by your father, laughing and chatting like nothing had happened. Sharp eyes flicking to you for just a moment, a smirk tugging at his lips. the bastard. Acting like he hadn’t just fucked his friend’s daughter senseless in the bathroom, and acting like he doesn’t have her dirty panties tucked in the back pocket of his slacks to serve as his personal little trophy.

[sonics-atelier]

Front man and Hannibal Parallel ( Visually )

My bestie has been watching squid game recently and since I have commitment issues I haven't been able to watch it he told me the entire story and player 456 ( gihun ) and inho resemble hannigram sm. Plus Inho looks very much like Hannibal ( mainly the lips )

[joshua-smirnov]

🔞 IN-HO X GI-HUN 🔞

In-Ho: So you're still resisting, Gi-hun. Let yourself go.

[gihuns-leftahhcheek]

"Me and the bad bitch I pulled by being neurodivergent"

[lady-of-endless]

Squid Game matchup trade for lovely @nicaeno 🌹

Author's Note: I'm excited about this trade because the choices for you were so clear, damn. I hope you'll enjoy it. Thank you so much for messaging me about it, you're amazing!

I match you with...

Hwang In-ho

- Your introverted but rational and analytical personality is something he can resonate with so well. You two even have the same mbti! But it's not what you two will connect over with at first.

- You'd meet him during the games. Of course, he is focused on Gi-hun and everyone else's reactions to every game he already knows. However, he gets the feeling that someone is analyzing everything just like him, and that's when he notices you for the first time, sitting alone, looking at everyone and everything.

- In-ho will respect you for trying to come up with a strategy and a way to protect yourself.

- He starts trying to get under your skin but in the process, he gets more interested than he planned. He received info about every player, and he cursed himself for not paying attention to your description when he could. Now you're a mystery and he wants to find out more about you and how he can benefit from it at first.

- At night, when the nights are still somehow calm (before the fights start), In-ho truly feels alone. Everyone somehow started to bond over the chaos and trauma, but because he was busy keeping himself guarded and analyzing others, he befriended no one, not even for show. No one got close to him. Those nights are the worst for him. He was sitting in the dark, staring at the bunk ceiling while hearing others talk before he heard your whisper one night. For some reason, you decide to talk to him and find out more about him. You two would bond over your favorite book authors (In-ho would love Dazai) and vinyl records (he also has a collection of old ones).

- However, his attachment is not what you'd expect. In-ho's type of attachment is derived either from fascination or competition. Enemies to lovers kind of dynamic for a little. He knows you're smarter than the other players, more observant, but he is too and he knows how it goes. In-ho wants to get rid of this inconvenience but also keep it and preserve it. Protect you.

- His dark interest turns into respect and then into attachment. Slowly, In-ho finds himself getting more attached to every vulnerable and natural reaction you have after a rough situation. He falls for your natural, honest reactions.

- He has a list of plans, a schedule, let's say, but since you got on his radar, additional plans appear. Plans like protecting you without you even noticing it, dropping tips and tricks only to you, waiting to talk to you about what you two have been through... He's on thin ice with all this, and he knows it, but it's addictive.

- In-ho, too, doesn't open up to people easily, especially not now when he has to play a role, so it's going to be a slow burn.

- He doesn't get to see your aesthetic during the games but before, when he's doing a recap of all players. In-ho doesn't think it's an important detail, but he can't deny that he likes it; he likes your style and silently wishes to see more of it and not that typical green tracksuit.

Runner-up: The Salesman/The Recruiter

- there's going to be an interesting (darker) dynamic with him. Your rationality and cautiousness won't let you accept playing anything with him despite his smooth insisting methods. Deep down, he secretly doesn't want you to accept. He admires the way you stick to your choice when others don't and easily fall into the trap.

[syrooo]

"Oh that's a good kitty" I said as I pet on kitty

"No.. I'm evil kitty" said evil kitty

[ihearteatingxo]

💗Random

I was inspired by a post I saw, so I decided to do the squid game character tier list.

Any you agree on (or disagree😱)

💗🌸💞

[lxchlan]

I wanna put In-Ho in a glass box and observe him for a month.

[midnight--sadness]

Hwang In-ho in season 2 of Squid Game

[typicalnameofablog]

does is make sense?

[sexwithstilinskiandhale]

Netflix gave us the old man yaoi we never knew we needed.

[arochkin]

WEEEEEEEEEELL

[joshua-smirnov]

🔞 GI-HUN X IN-HO 🔞

Gi-hun: You're not thinking of keeping me waiting for dessert... Are you, In-ho?

•Uncensored version here!

Why did you take away my other Tumblr version 😭?

[gihuns-leftahhcheek]

While I was away from this app, I changed of fandom-

My currently hyperfixation is squid game, sooo

[maiumeni]