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soundsofcicadas · 4 months ago

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Swan song, part two

Pairing: Koo Junhoe x Reader (f)

Genres: Drama, Angst, Romance, Childhood best friends, Junhoe is a former idol, Friends to lovers

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Warnings: None

Synopsis: After an unexpected encounter with your childhood best friend Junhoe, years after drifting apart, your rekindled friendship blooms anew. However, life takes a turn when he asks you to pen an article for his upcoming wedding. As you become entangled in his personal life, your old feelings of love for him begin resurfacing and the concealed secret behind his decision to abandon his idol career is soon to be unveiled by you.

“I want to go home.” You heard Hanbin complain, the moment you set foot inside the building where the art exhibit was currently taking place. It was a serene Sunday evening, and the venue is located at the heart of your hometown. A prominent sign displayed a vivid picture of the artist, Hwang Hyunjin at the entrance. Beneath his captivating blonde portrait, the bold title “Mind Visions and Their Facets Through Colors” was emblazoned with a disclaimer discreetly positioned at the bottom: “All proceeds from this event contribute to charitable causes.”

Disregarding Hanbin's comment, you searched for any sign of your other friend Yunhyeong among the sea of faces.

“Yun is here somewhere.” Your voice pierced through the bustling crowd.

“Thank God for free food courtesy of our Song Yunhyeong.” Hanbin remarked, his senses easily caught the aroma coming from the opulent spread of delicacies at the catering area of the exhibit.

The elegant space was infused with vibrant energy as a steady stream of attendees filtered in. Each well-dressed guest radiated an aura of affluence, mingling amid the artwork. Their cultured chatter carried an air of sophistication, indicating that they were the elite of the art world, gathered to appreciate the abstract pieces on display. Clad in a chic Ralph Lauren cocktail dress, you couldn't thank Junhoe enough for reminding you of the theme for tonight’s event. You were also grateful to Hanbin's girlfriend, Yeri, who, despite the limited preparation time, had managed to lend you an outfit from her designer-filled wardrobe.

Like a burst of energy against the artistic refined setting, you spotted Yunhyeong hurrying toward the three of you. His face lit up seeing his friends waiting for him.

“And so, fate has its own way of bringing us back together!” Yunhyeong exclaimed, his voice taking on a narrator's cadence, making you all chuckle.

“It's quite a coincidence, isn't it? I got picked to cater for tonight's exhibit, the very event you guys were invited to by Junhoe.” Yunhyeong marveled, his voice quickly returning to its usual tone.

“I wish Jiwon and Donghyuk could be here too." You sighed with longing.

You felt Hanbin's hand gently pat your shoulder.

“If it weren't for you and the free food, I wouldn't be here either.” He sneered.

You playfully crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at Hanbin, fully aware that he was only joking. As the introvert of the group, you understood that events like these weren't his comfort zone. But last night's video call with him and the other boys proved otherwise. He, too, wanted to see Junhoe after you shared your surprising reunion with him. It was heartwarming how they handled the situation with maturity, without any lingering resentment toward their old friend.

Well, maybe Hanbin was a little sulky about the whole situation at first knowing how close you were with Junhoe in the past. He had seen how much you were hurting during Junhoe's absence. Despite you being older than him, he had always acted like a caring older brother to you. While Yunhyeong, Jiwon, and Donghyuk were also there for you, Hanbin's presence remained a constant in your life. He may have had his initial reservations, yet he chose to trust your judgment when you expressed Junhoe's sincerity to reconnect by inviting them to the art exhibit as well.

“Yeah, I know you're only here for the food, Bin.” Yunhyeong retorted. “You don't have a single ounce of appreciation for art. So, if I were you, Yeri, I'd think twice about marrying this guy.”

Yeri laughed at Yunhyeong’s jest and cast a mischievous look at Hanbin.

“Excuse me?” Hanbin arched his eyebrows at Yunhyeong, seemingly offended. “Art is something I’m very fond of. I'm just not particularly keen on attending large gatherings like this.”

“Dude, you teach a whole class of elementary kids and conduct yearly PTAs, how is this any different?” Yunhyeong expressed confusion.

“Being in a crowd full of art elitists is a whole different ball game.” Hanbin replied flatly. "I don't have to pretend around children. If they don't like you, they don't, if they tell you you're ugly that's because it's true."

You and Yunhyeong can't help but snort at Hanbin's answer.

Amused with her boyfriend, Yeri intercepted. “Well, these art elitists are what y/n and I deal at work, babe.”

“But you aren't like them, so I also don't have to pretend when I'm with you two.” Hanbin quipped.

“You're forgetting my dad owns a publishing company, which means I'm part of this privileged community you dislike.” Yeri stated with mischievous intention, while tapping her finger on her chin.

Hanbin took her hand in his as if to tease her. “Dislike is a strong word, but that's exactly the reason why I'm gonna marry you babe.”

Yeri burst out laughing along with you and Yunhyeong, eliciting strange looks from the guests passing by your circle.

There was a ping from Yeri's phone which was her cue to leave the group for the meantime.

“Chanwoo needs me now for that magazine feature, I have to go.” Yeri noted, kissing Hanbin on the cheek before turning to you. “Don't worry, y/n, leave this to me. I want you to enjoy the event with the guys.” She gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze and vanished into the crowd.

You nearly forgot that the artist himself personally invited your editor-in-chief, Jung Chanwoo to the exhibit as well. He asked you to cover the event for a potential feature on your magazine's upcoming issue, knowing that you and Yeri would be present tonight. But Yeri volunteered to do it in your place instead.

You could only smile at Yeri’s thoughtfulness. “She’s technically my boss, but she sometimes acts more of an associate like me.”

“Man, you're lucky to have Yeri!” Yunhyeong remarked, throwing a playful jab at Hanbin’s stomach.

“I’m also lucky to have her as my boss.” You concurred.

“But what time is Junhoe coming though?” Yunhyeong asked, his gaze roamed across the hall to find Junhoe. You and Hanbin both glanced around to look for Junhoe too.

You took out your phone when you felt it vibrate from your purse and saw Junhoe's text; Hi, I'm here, where are you?

At that exact moment, you easily sensed there had been a sudden shift in the crowd's murmurs. Whispers and hushed conversations began rippling through the guests, and like them, your attention was immediately captured by a lavish pair making their way to the front doors.

You catch yourself staring at Junhoe who was dressed impeccably in a black Prada suit. But you didn't fail to notice the woman accompanying him—none other than his fiancée, Shin Yuna.

You saw it on the news a year ago—his engagement to his girlfriend of four years. A model and singer-turned-actress he met from one of his movies when he was still acting. The two made their relationship public after promoting their romantic comedy film. It was believed that the co-stars developed feelings for each other on set.

You had seen him wearing the engagement ring on his finger at the coffee shop yesterday—a detail you had momentarily forgotten. Seeing him now walking with his fiancée by his side reminds you of his existing commitment.

Before you could even reply to his message, Junhoe already saw you and was strolling closer to your direction.

“Y/n!” He called. “Sorry we got stuck in traffic a bit. So glad you made it.”

Junhoe beamed at you.

You felt embarrassed for yourself because you knew that smile had some effect on you. You could only blame it on his meticulously slicked black hair, or his sharp, masculine features like his chiseled jawline. His well-tailored Prada suit accentuated his lean frame, adding an aura of suaveness to his already striking appearance. Junhoe exuded a strong and alluring profile, and the list could go on, but you instantly stopped yourself from having these thoughts. There is no way you are attracted to your childhood best friend, who is obviously engaged to a beautiful, perfect woman such as Shin Yuna.

“Thank you for the invitation, Junhoe.” You managed to say, desperately hoping you weren't blushing in front of everyone. Might as well just be swallowed whole into the ground.

Thankfully, Hanbin waved his hand at Junhoe, distracting him away from you.

“Annyeong!” Hanbin greeted him.

“Hyung!” Junhoe greeted back, exchanging Hanbin's wave for a warm hug, startling you and Yunhyeong. Hanbin appeared taken aback, but you could tell he appreciated the brotherly gesture.

Junhoe then scoffed at Yunhyeong upon seeing him. “Nice to see you too, Yun!”

Yunhyeong shook his head and played along with Junhoe's taunts, forcing you to laugh with them as if it were the old times.

“Junhoe you haven’t changed a bit. I'm the oldest and you still disrespect me.”

“I bet you missed me so much huh?”

“Never once thought of you at all. The only reason I'm here is because they need my excellent catering service.”

“There's poison in the food for sure.”

“Why don't you starve in the corner please? Thank you very much.”

It was their usual back-and-forth banter since childhood that you had missed. Among the boys, Yunhyeong was the oldest and everyone addressed him as hyung, except Junhoe. The other boys never questioned it. They knew Yunhyeong had a soft spot for the youngest, just like you had always favored Junhoe, even though they often acted like the Tom and Jerry of the group.

Amidst the playful chatter, Junhoe felt Yuna's grasp, redirecting his attention to her.

“I'm sorry about that jagiya.” Junhoe felt a slight wave of panic realizing he had nearly forgotten to introduce her to his friends.

“By the way, this is my fiancée Shin Yuna.”

Yuna offered a polite smile as she took a glimpse at each of you. It was undeniable how well she complemented Junhoe. Adorned in a stunning Versace gown, Shin Yuna was a doe-eyed, charismatic woman with a figure that boasted possibly the tiniest waist you had ever seen.

Before any of you could exchange greetings with her, she had already excused herself.

“I'm sorry I can't stay longer, but it was nice meeting all of you! I'll leave Junhoe with you guys.”

Is it just you, or does it look like she doesn't want to be here and interact with Junhoe's old friends?

You could see the instant dismay on Junhoe's face upon hearing that from his fiancée.

“Yuna, we just got here.” He said, sounding disappointed.

Yuna swiveled to face him, her voice lowered but still audible. “Jun, honey, you're with your friends. I'd like to look at the paintings, and besides, Hyunjin wants to see me.”

Junhoe sighed in resignation. “Fine. Tell Hyunjin I said hi. I'll catch up with the two of you later.”

“Great!” Yuna pecked Junhoe's lips and left without saying another word to your group.

A brief awkward silence ensued before Junhoe suggested, “Let's get some wine, shall we?”

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Knowing you didn't own a car, Hanbin offered to drive you home that same evening. His route would conveniently pass by your apartment, unlike Yunhyeong and Yeri who live in opposite directions. They also wanted to guarantee you'll get home safely rather than having to commute like you usually do. But all throughout the ride, the events from earlier were playing over in your mind. Seeing Junhoe again with Yunhyeong and Hanbin, filled you with overwhelming happiness. Despite Jiwon and Donghyuk's absence, you found solace in their company as you all reminisced about the past and shared updates on your current lives.

There was, however, a hint of melancholy as the conversation took a more personal turn. Was it the sadness you caught in Junhoe's eyes when he told Yunhyeong and Hanbin about giving up his singing career? Or was it because he already had plans to marry Yuna? Maybe it was how you were reminded of your own single hood when they asked you casually about your dating status—why, among all your friends, had you never been in a relationship?

Well, that wasn't entirely true. You had a few dates that just never turned into something serious. You could only brush it off, claiming you were never interested in anyone and were too focused on work. But deep down you knew that wasn't the case anymore, especially now that you've reconnected with Junhoe. You couldn't stop yourself from admiring how effortlessly handsome he looked all night, and how gentlemanly he had been towards you. You knew it was wrong, yet why did seeing him with Yuna affect you? Perhaps you had too much wine at the exhibit that made you think this way.

You didn't notice the engine of the car turned off until Hanbin's voice spoke to you. “You're home.”

“Thanks Bin.” You gave him a lopsided grin from the passenger seat.

“Did you have fun?” He asked observing your face slightly illuminated by the light coming from your apartment building.

“Did you?” You returned the question to him.

“It was really nice.” He answered as he pulled his hands off the steering wheel.

“I was so caught up talking to you guys that I've almost forgotten about the paintings!” You told him.

You and Hanbin chuckled at that.

Hanbin's countenance took on a serious tone, as though he wanted to talk to you longer while you were still in the car.

“You know how long we've been best friends right?” He started.

“Since forever.” You smiled sheepishly.

“And that makes you easy for me to read.” He stated.

“O-kay yeah, I guess. Your point?” You asked, puzzled as to where he was going with this.

“I don't know why all this time I've never told you this, y/n." Hanbin paused for a few seconds before he continued, “I know you've been in love with Junhoe ever since.”

Silence fell on you. You didn't know how to respond to that. You wanted to deny it outright, to refute his words that you only love and see Junhoe as a friend, yet no sound escaped your lips. The words were stuck in your throat, tangled with your conflicting emotions. Junhoe had always been a cherished childhood friend, akin to a little brother. This perception made it easier for you to dismiss any deeper feelings you might have had for him. You convinced yourself that they were purely platonic to maintain the status quo. Nevertheless, you were aware that you had been suppressing the truth about how your affection for him had grown into something more profound, despite your efforts to dismiss it. The countless seasons spent together during your childhood as you grew up alongside him and watched him chase his dreams, had inevitably laid the foundation for a mere friendship that went beyond.

“Let's be real here, he's the exact reason why you can't take any guy seriously.” Hanbin added.

You just sat there, unable to form a coherent response. Whenever you attempted to date or enter a relationship, you found yourself retreating, sensing that something was always missing. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, no one could compare to Junhoe.

You attempted to push aside these unwelcome thoughts, knowing that there was no possibility he could feel the same way about you, not to mention he could be getting married soon. You reassured yourself that you would come to terms with your feelings and move on once he took that step. For now, you resolved to remain content in your role as a friend, focusing on valuing the friendship you have rather than dwelling on what could never be.

“I know my place, Bin.” You finally got to tell him. “I’m happy with what we have right now.”

“Look, all I wanted to say is, I just don't want you to end up hurt again.” Hanbin expressed his concern.

“You know I’m a big girl right? I can look after myself.” You winked at him. “I appreciate you though.”

Hanbin could only let out a sigh. He averted his gaze from you and suddenly shifted the subject that had you flabbergasted.

“Something seems off about his fiancée. I can sense it, and it makes me feel sorry for him.”

"What the hell, Bin?" You retorted.

Hanbin has an intuitive knack for assessing people he meets, often making character judgments based on first impressions. Unfortunately, Yuna was no exception.

"We don't really know what their relationship is like in private." You could only say. Although you admit you were offended by how she behaved that way in front of his fiance's friends.

Hanbin continued.

“I don't understand why Junhoe had to give up singing for writing, you know? Even acting, he gave up too. Can't he do it all at the same time? I thought he loved singing more than anything.”

That's what you have thought as well. Junhoe has always had a great love for singing, a passion evident to anyone who knew him. From a young age, his talent shone brightly, captivating audiences with his soulful voice. He seemed born for the stage, effortlessly blending emotion and skill in every performance. Singing wasn't just a hobby for Junhoe; it was his calling, the very essence of his being. You asked yourself if he genuinely wanted to explore other paths and as he said, it was about time he settled down in life by marrying Yuna. You felt a gnawing sense of unease, pondering over Junhoe’s choices. There had to be more to it than meets the eye. It was becoming overwhelming, considering you were grappling with your unresolved feelings for him at the same time. Exhaustion and sleepiness begin to settle in your body.

You decided not to linger in Hanbin’s car any further, feeling that your night was over. After saying your goodbyes, you walked to your apartment, trying to quiet your racing thoughts. You hoped for a restful night’s sleep to be ready for work the next morning.

Part one: https://www.tumblr.com/soundsofcicadas/727025864701771776/swan-song-part-one?source=share

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squidgameheadcanons · 3 years ago

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hi! can I have random fluff hcs of Jun-ho please? thank you!

•fucking protective Someone disrespects you? Dead.

•can’t do PDA for obvious reason if we’re talking about him being on the island if not then he’s all for it •3•

•he has a Polaroid that he take pictures of both of you and hangs them up via string and wall of memories.

•cooks with you to cheer you up.

•built a pillow fort with you once he took pictures that are on the wall of memories.

•thinks about starting a family with you but puts it aside due to his job.

•wore matching outfits with you once

•thinks about you when your not there next to him

#squidgameheadcanons #squid game x reader #squid game x you #junho hwang x you #junho hwang x reader #junho x reader #junho x you #headcanons #anon

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saebyeoked · 3 years ago

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dating hwang junho hcs?!?? fluff????! please??!

i love junho so yes. absolutely i will do this request!! i also think someone on my old account requested some fluffy hcs about junho so hopefully these will suffice for everyone

dating hwang junho headcanons

starting off junho is the best boyfriend ever. no arguments or complaints are accepted here because this is correct

junho is actually incredibly flexible in relationships. if you're uncomfortable with something he'll stop, if you like something, he'll do it more often. it's incredible how much he pays attention to you and your emotions even when you think you aren't being obvious about it

since he's a cop, he's busy a lot. he spends a lot of time doing cop things that you don't quite understand, but you know what he does in dangerous so whenever he is with you, you tend to look after him a lot

he won't ever admit it but he loves how you dote on him the way you do, it drives him crazy in the best way knowing you love him that much

whenever you get to spend time with them you make sure you get to do anything and everything together. you'll take him anywhere he wants to go and he'll usually take you out for dinner at least once a week because he wants to treat you like you deserve

junho wants to spend all of his free time with you to be honest, nothing cheers him up more than you do. if he's had a tough work week then he's go to you to make him feel better. just a simple smile his way will make his heart swell with joy

he counts himself as the 'luckiest man alive' to have gotten you to date him. he says it all the time

the two of you met through his job when you had to file a police report on a robbery you'd been a witness to. not really anything important was stolen but it still was a crime and you were a witness so junho was there

you thought he was cute so you were the one who made the first move, sliding him your number on a post it note. you saw his face flush at that and you could feel butterflies fill your stomach

he actually did end up calling you that night and you had so many different conversations it's hard for you to remember them all

he was the one who asked you out on a date first, though. he asked you casually as he spent time at your house with you on one of his off days and a few days later he showed up on your doorstep with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands

he took you wherever you wanted to go, not wanting to have a place set in stone just in case you didn't like it. the two of you went to a museum together and made fun of some of the sculptures and their strange poses, and afterwards he took you out to get dinner. you insisted on fast food so he didn't have to spend that much money, and that's what he did since you wouldn't take no for an answer

he dropped you off at your home and kissed your forehead, and as he walked away you pressed your back flush against the door and slid down it, eyes closed as you clutched the flowers he'd given you before tightly in your hands

that moment was when you knew you fell in love with him

a few weeks after your first date, you couldn't take it anymore and decided to just ask him to be your boyfriend

as expected, he got incredibly flustered over it and began tripping over his words. finally he managed to get out an "i'd love to" in response and you were ecstatic

junho was the whole package and now he was all yours— and you felt like the luckiest person alive. though, as i mentioned before, he says he's the luckiest alive ever more times than you know

with his busy schedule it's hard to schedule anything while you live apart, so finally on one of the days he'd managed to get off, you asked him to move in with you

he didn't even need to think about it and he said yes within a second of hearing the end of your question

he was moved in within a few days and you felt like you were on cloud 9

he's the type of guy to wrap his arms around your waist and stand behind you while you're cooking, resting his head on your chin which definitely makes you distracted instead of focusing on the meal

he's tidy and keeps the place clean, which is great if you're a messier person

when sleeping in the same bed as him, he'll be all over you. he loves to cuddle and with every passing day it becomes more obvious

he'll insist on being the big spoon, his head buried into your neck. he'd kiss all over your neck and it'd make you laugh, so it'd be impossible to sleep whenever he does it

though when he's actually tired expect him to just hold onto you, your back against his chest and his head on your shoulder. he falls asleep pretty quickly so some nights you'd turn around and admire all of the details on his face

how long and thick his eyelashes were and counting the light freckles littering his cheeks. it was definitely your favorite passtime

when you're the big spoon, junho will actually really enjoy it

whenever he works, he's in constant danger. when he's in your arms it feels like its the one place he can really relax and feel safe in. if he ever tells you that you'd definitely want to be the big spoon more even if you don't prefer it. all you want is for him to feel as comfortable as possible

he would really like laying his head on your chest and just listening to the sounds of your heartbeat and breathing— it would ground him into reality and he would fall asleep in an instant in that position

he really loves the domestic aspects of relationships such as cooking and cleaning together. even doing laundry with you is something he enjoys for some reason

also junho is definitely a fan of pda. it doesn't have to be anything major but he's not afraid of a quick kiss to your lips or a long hug in public. if you don't like it, he's fine with it— but he will always want to at least hold your hand. it makes him feel better

since this is set in an au where the squid games never exist, inho is still around and is a big part of junho's life

when it came time for you to meet your boyfriends brother, saying you were nervous would be the understatement of the year

but to your surprise, inho actually really liked you

he likes how well you treat his brother and he immediately loves you like he would any other member of his family

if this was set in a squid game exists reality it would be much different— junho probably wouldn't even mention inho for at least a couple months into your relationship just because he doesn't like to talk about it

when he finally tells you about it, he knows you'll be supportive but would discourage him from doing anything stupid to try to find him. he was only human with one life and you didn't want to lose him anytime soon

though you weren't a cop, you'd always want to help your boyfriend with anything plaguing him so you'd offer to help him find inho because you could tell how much he meant to him

anyway off of less depressing topics

junho is so anxious to meet your family out of the fear they'll think he isn't good enough for him. you reassure him that they'll like him, and of course they do

they hear he's a cop and their opinion of him is so much higher than it would be normally because they know he could protect you if it was ever needed

though his manners also provide a good reason for them to like him— he's holding open doors and pulling out chairs for your family to try to make a good impression and it clearly works with them by the way they talk with you after your dinner together

"you better keep him, y/n!"

you would, because he was literally everything you wanted and more

every time you saw him you had hearts in your eyes and you knew that. it was hard to not fall in love with him but you were so glad that he'd fallen for you

junho is the best boyfriend ever

he's always there for you as a shoulder to cry on or as someone to listen whenever you've had a bad day. he'll always say something that'll make you feel better somehow

also he gives the greatest hugs ever. his touch is so gentle and the way he holds onto you is almost hypnotic

but anyway

he's the best boyfriend and you're lucky to call him yours

#squid game #squid game x reader #squid game headcanons #squid game fanfiction #hwang junho #hwang jun ho #junho #jun ho #junho x reader #hwang junho x reader #hwang jun ho x reader #jun ho x reader #1k

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p1nkey3 · 2 years ago

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y/n is most likely to die on the first game of squid game.

it’s cool y’all have these little confident fantasy’s

that you can win squid game, and got away with

fucking whoever you wanted there without

getting caught.

but if you think about it,

the frontman wouldn’t fuck you

(you’re gonna die anyway)

gihun wouldn’t fuck you

(he’s more focused on his friends/the money)

sangwoo wouldn’t fuck you

(he’s more focused on the money)

the recruiter wouldn’t fuck you

(you’re probably not his taste)

Ali wouldn’t fuck you

(he has a wife and a child)

Saebyeok wouldn’t fuck you

(more focused on the money and getting out)

ji-yeong wouldn’t fuck you

(has no reason to)

Mi-nyeo wouldn’t fuck you

(nvm she probably would)

junho wouldn’t fuck you

(I’ve discussed why already)

Deoksu wouldn’t fuck you

(trynna win the money)

maybe the vips would try and fuck,

but I don’t know why you’d think one of the players get to visit the vips.

the frontman can’t pick favorites cause he’s not the one in control.

the frontman just watches over the games and makes sure everything’s straight.

oh ll-nam is the one in control.

#salesman squid game #salesman squid game x reader #frontman squid game #hwang inho #seong gihun #ali abdul #Ali abdul x reader #cho sangwoo #cho sangwoo x reader #frontman squid game x reader #sae byeok x reader #hwang junho x reader #jiyeong x reader #Han minyeo x reader #oh ll-nam #Seong gihun x reader #vips #deok su

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ithehellisbucky · 3 years ago

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A Lovely Man

Hwang Jun-Ho x Reader

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Grief, betrayal, sadness, angst, fluff

Author’s Note: I wrote this shit in a day. Ay.

Beloved son, brother, and fiance. That's what Jun-Ho's tombstone read.

It was a closed casket, the police said that the body was too water-bloated to be put on display. Since you weren't married yet, the funeral wasn't up to you. That responsibility fell to In-Ho, Jun-Ho's brother.

You were too exhausted to argue. You didn't say that he wanted to be cremated, or that he wanted them to plant a tree over his grave. You couldn't. All you could do was just be grateful that they at least included fiance on the headstone. Because, with the way your life was going, all you would ever be is Jun-Ho's fiancee.

One step down from spouse. God, you wished this all happened after the wedding. You wish that he could've been your husband before all this. Instead of fiance on his gravestone, it could've said husband, or even father.

But you didn't get that chance.

The medical examiner said that the cause of death was indeterminate, that he could've just taken one last bachelor vacation before your wedding, or he could've had a psychic break. They don't know what he was doing in the ocean, all they knew was that a fishing boat found his body in the ocean, water filling the lungs and severe trauma to his shoulder.

You didn't know what to say. All you knew was a strange doctor was standing in front of a disfigured, boney body that you couldn't even recognize, asking you to sign a paper saying that it was the love of your life.

You got countless meals delivered to you, casserole, soup, noodles, all the things you didn't want. You and Jun-Ho would end every day watching American dramas, eating ramen and cake. He loved cake, but no one gives chocolate cake to a widow.

When you make your weekly trip to the store for toilet paper or cake or toothpaste, anyone who sees you says one of two things "I'm so sorry for your loss" or "hey, (y/n), how's Jun-Ho doing?" You hated both of them. You're getting fucking shampoo, now is not the time for grief, and now is not the time to explain that your fiance is dead. All you want is cake.

Crying is useless, talking about it is useless. It's just something that exists. You couldn't change what was happening, and you couldn't change Jun-Ho. Every day when you woke up on the two mattresses pushed together on the ground you had to remind yourself that he was dead.

Jun-ho was dead. Your fiance was dead. It became a mantra that you would mutter to yourself, and it would mostly make people stay away from you at the supermarket.

You would probably break down, jump into the ground next to the casket being lowered, have a panic attack, try to kill yourself. All of these things would happen in the coming weeks.

You really fucking wish that everybody wouldn't wear black to the funeral. Jun-Ho's favorite colors were black, and, funnily enough, yellow. You called him your little bumblebee.

No one should wear his favorite color at his funeral. It was like they were burying the last of his personality and interests into the ground with him.

Some distant relative who didn't know Jun-Ho was engaged would probably yell at you if you didn't wear black, so you did.

A semi-nice dress that fell midway down your calves, with one of Jun-Ho's soft black jackets over your shoulder. You wore pantyhose, one of the fun ones, with butterfly rhinestones on the back. Jun-Ho loved them. Whenever you worse them to one of his events he would always call him your secret weapon. You would always laugh and tell him to pay attention, you wished that you didn't tease him now.

You wore thick "soccer mom" sunglasses, to cover your eyes, and your hair was untouched since you woke up a complete and total mess.

Your knee was bouncing like crazy as you sat in the front row of the funeral procession.

"Hey, are you ok?" In-Ho placed his hand on your knee.

You nodded, not saying anything and trying not to cause a fight. You never really liked In-Ho, to you he seemed conceited. He didn't really care about anyone or anything else, and you once watched him kill a rat that had snuck into your and Jun-Ho's apartment.

He lost his brother too, and you didn't want to fight. You didn't want to tell him that Jun-Ho's death could've been because he went looking for him, you couldn't do that. It was easy to fight with people, it's less easy to grieve at a funeral.

A procession of people were coming towards you, asking you questions and giving you apologies, asking you if you needed anything. Of course, you needed something, your fucking fiance back.

"He was such a good soul" "wonderful, simply wonderful" "I was his 11th-grade biology teacher, I always knew he had potential" "I made you some soup, I'll stop by and give it to you later" "He was such a lovely man."

Was. He was a lovely man. He wasn't anymore. He wasn't your Jun-Ho who learned English from watching a decade worth of the Walking Dead, he wasn't your Jun-Ho whose police chief would call you to drive him home after he had poured his heart and soul away to work on a case, he wasn't your Jun-Ho anymore. He was just a shell without a soul inside of it.

Thank god you were wearing your sunglasses. You reached up and wiped your hand underneath them. "Thanks."

The ceremony was heartbreaking. Not that it was particularly sad, just that it was boring and nothing like what Jun-Ho would've wanted.

People that you had never even heard him mention spoke. The official police portrait that he hated was the photo on display. The commanding officer from his military service when he was 19 that Jun-Ho still complained about a decade later spoke about how strong he was.

If Jun-Ho was here he would've left early, you chuckle to yourself thinking about how instead a part of him never gets to leave.

The part that pissed you off the most was In-Ho's speech. He talked about what an honor it was for him to be Jun-Ho's big brother, when in reality before half a decade ago all he did was ask for money whenever he would visit.

All you wanted to go was go home. In-Ho tapped on your shoulder, which snapped you out of your trance and you went to give your speech.

"I don't know what to say. I don't really believe that he's dead. We were supposed to get married. But, uh, that's not gonna happen now. So, I don't really know what to do anymore. Sorry." Everyone in the crowd was crying and looking at you with pity, even though you didn't say anything that they didn't know.

This funeral is fucking embarrassing.

You didn't realize when it was over, nothing happened, some guy you'd never met just kind of stopped talking and everyone stood up. You didn't stand up. You just stared straight at the boring casket a few feet in front of you. You couldn't even remember if you threw a rose in the grave.

Some of his friends were talking about going out to eat, and one of them looked like they were about to ask you to come, but another caught his arm. One of Jun-Ho's closest friends. He knew that you wouldn't go, and he knew that asking you would only give you more anxiety.

All you wanted to do was go home, and hold Jun-Ho, but you couldn't do that.

You got in your car and drove home.

When you walked in the door you immediately took off your dress, sunglasses, shoes, and everything else uncomfortable. Now was the time to let yourself cry.

You walked towards the refrigerator, to get a piece of chocolate cake. But when you opened the door you found nothing inside.

Arms wrapped around your waist. "I ate the cake."

"You shouldn't be here."

"But I am."

"They could've seen you."

"They're busy with the funeral, besides, it's a big building."

"But-"

"Honey, you just went to my funeral. You've had a long day, forgive me for wanting to see my fiancee."

You twirled around, "fine, but if you actually get killed I'm gonna be so pissed off."

He laughed and kissed your forehead, you muttered "I won't come to the next funeral."

He doesn't laugh with this one, just smiles and kisses the tip of your nose instead.

"God, it was horrible." You rocked in his arms, "I gave the worst speech ever."

"I'm sure there have been worse speeches." He said, rocking with you and kissing the top of your head.

"I said I don't know twice." You mumbled into his chest.

"That's not too bad."

"It was like 15 seconds." You said, looking up from his chest.

"Okay, so that's a little bit worse." He chuckled, and you could feel the rumbling of his chest.

You knew everything that happened. About In-Ho, about the game, about all of it. What they In-Ho didn't know was that he had survived the fall.

He was wearing a bulletproof vest, and when he fell off the cliff he found a cave to swim into. He hid for hours, and while he was underwater he called you and told you everything, just in case. You didn't know how the wifi worked, and you didn't know how he survived, but you didn't care. He was alive.

Eventually, a police ship disguised as a fish boat came to rescue him and he pretended to be a body, just in case they were watching, which they always were.

He was immediately rushed into witness protection. Right now he was hiding out briefly in a town just outside of Seoul, but in a week or two, he would be shipped out into a farm town on Hokkaido.

You just had a few days back together, until you had no idea if or when you were going to see him again.

He noticed you looking at him wistfully and kissed your lips to distract you.

"Come with me." That snapped you out of your trance.

"What?"

"Come" kiss "with" kiss "me."

"What are we gonna do? Fake another death," he chuckled a bit, but you could tell he was completely serious. He wouldn't joke, not about this.

"Maybe, we can say you killed yourself, or maybe that you decided you needed a break and went back home."

"No one will believe me, they'll find me, besides, I don't even speak Japanese."

He stroked your cheek gently. "It's fine, you've been watching anime without the dubbs for years."

"That's what you got from that conversation. Baby, watching anime is nothing like moving to a different country." You say, warming up to the idea.

"I'll be there for you honey, I promise, I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." He pauses, "besides, me and the chief have been talking, he thinks that if they think you know something, they'll kill you anyways, this might be the only option."

He kisses your forehead again, "If it's between me being alone, and us being together, I think this may be the better option." You exclaim.

"If it's the only option." He says with a smile on his face.

"Of course, it's the only option." You say with a smile equally big.

He kissed you on the lips this time. Tomorrow you would leave for a new country that scares you, and your entire family would think that you killed yourself after the funeral, but at least you and Jun-Ho were scared together.

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jeonselca · 3 years ago

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Please please front man smut. Your smut is to die for and I’d love to see you write for him

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ღ — pairing ; front man x player!f!reader [ SMUT ! ]

ღ — warning(s) ; manipulation , cockwarming , degradation , denial .

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you nervously tapping your shoes on the floor , eyes scanning allover the hall as you stood close by to your bed , watching as everyone lining up to the exit door for their 4th game— everyone except for you .

ofcourse you felt bad .

because you know too damn well what is the next game .

but you were too wrapped around his finger . and you could do nothing about it

because you desperately need to be his .

a fainted yell could be heard, and you recognised it as gihun's voice, asking why aren't you lining up with them , but before you could do anything , you felt yourself getting dragged from behind , your face turning to the side and saw the pink triangle guard, looking down and nodding to you

this is it

the guards hold your wrist before dragging you with them, passing through the colourful and bright stairs that would often gave you headache , the memories of your first time bumping into him flashing through your mind,

oh how careless are you to accidentally got into the wrong stairs and room

but little did you know , that little meet up was going to save your life .

dead .

that was the other assumed you .

but here you are , giving every ounce of strength, working your ass up and down, sliding deliciously onto the front man's looking-angry red cock, his hand aggressively holding onto the head couch, head tilted to the back as he hold his moans from becoming louder, his eyes restraints on the way his cock is perfectly between your round ass ,

and before you could know , you felt yourself getting grabbed by the waist, the front man's hand hoisting you up before reluctantly pushing you down making your mouth turned into an 'o' shape, nothing seems to come out from your mouth as this was too much for you, and you need time to process the way his cock just perfectly sliding into your already wet cunt , thanks to you grinding onto him and managed to make him cum a few times,

and finally— finally

he is inside of you .

your heavy breathe was echoed through the control room, the front man's hand roamed around your body, his free hand hoisting your body closer to his, that you swore you can feel his heart beating behind of you,

''im quite upset that i can't see you..'' ''like this'' he muttered closed to your ears as he spread your legs wide enough to give whoever is infront of you a really great view, your breath getting heavier by the second as he doesn't make any effort to move his cock inside of you .

''i wish.. i could see this wet cunt of yours..but'' he was practically whispered into your ears, his hand roamed to your below just above your sopping cunt, before he let a slap onto your clit making you whine and squirming , his cock ever so often twitching inside of you begging for another release .

but he needs to hear you begging first .

''do you really deserve, to be eaten out... by me ?'' he spoke before he slightly thrust up his hips, enough for your body to stuttered at the pressure, leaving another harsh slap onto your clit, ''shh''

''please.. please move'' you managed to uttered the words, only for you to received yet another harsh slap on your clit, a moan escaping your lips at the very intense pleasure .

''don't fucking talk unless your superior say so'' he groaned, watching as your eyes fluttering, fighting the urge to close as you were too deep into your subspace, considering you had been edging that felt like hours .

the front man continously put his hand onto your thigh, sweetly and gently brushing his hand against your already sensitive skin, his sweet hummed could be heard beside your ears as he continued to play with you .

play

maybe you are not a part of the game anymore .

until you realised, you are a part of his game all along .

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munsonseddieee · 3 years ago

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something new

character: hwang junho

pairing: hwang junho x f! reader

summary: you want to try something new in the bedroom, and junho is definitely not against it.

warnings: swearing, oral (f receiving), fingering, and smut.

a/n thank you to everyone for liking my last post, you all gave me inspiration to continue writing. please, leave requests! anyways, i hope you enjoy!

wc: 1k

grinding against your boyfriend's crotch, you can't bite back the moan that escapes your lips.

you run your hands up and down his bare chest, running your fingertips along his abs.

he smiles as you do so, watching as you bite your lip while looking at his body with such admiration. something he always does to you, as well.

you wrap your legs around his waist as he hovers over your body, trying to bring him closer.

he takes your shirt off, quickly unhooking your bra with one hand. you giggle at how urgent he's being.

you bring your hand down his body, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down his leg, him helping you take them all the way off.

he's left in only his boxers, as you're still in your jeans. "let's get these off, shall we?" he asks with a smirk.

you nod, biting your lip. he unbuttons your jeans, pulling them down as you lift your hips up to help get them off, leaving you in your panties.

junho smiles at the sight of you - naked underneath him. he ran his hands along your curves, gazing lovingly at how unbelievably beautiful you are.

"so beautiful," he whispers, before kissing you softly. your lips move in sync, in a loving kiss.

he pecks your lips once more, before pulling away and reaching into the drawer beside your shared bed, and grabbing a condom.

"wait," you stop him, causing him to pause and stare at you. "what's wrong?" he asks, his beautiful brown orbs staring into your e/c eyes.

you suddenly become nervous, looking down and fidgeting with your hands. "hey," he lifts your chin up, causing you to look into his eyes. "talk to me."

you sigh, turning your gaze away from him. "i, um, think we should try something new." you mumble, looking anywhere but him.

he smirks, laying down on his side, one hand holding his head up as he looks at you. "what did you have in mind?" junho questions you.

you look at him, feeling a little more confident because he seems intrigued.

you stand up, heading over to one of his drawers and taking out his handcuffs, along with the keys.

he watches as you do so, chuckling as he realizes what you want.

you walk back to the bed, crawling towards him.

"well, what do you want me to do with those, princess?" he asks with a smirk, though he obviously knows what you want.

you feel yourself getting wetter once that pet name rolls off his tongue.

"i want you to handcuff me to the bed and fuck me." you tell him with confidence. that was all it took for him to push you on your back, grabbing your hands and handcuffing each one to the headboard of the bed.

you can't help but feel excited, not wanting to wait any longer.

he looks at you up and down, loving the sight of you cuffed to the bed, naked.

he leans down and kisses from your jawline and down to your neck, leaving some hickies next to the ones that had started to fade.

you let out a shaky breath, feeling your nipples harden at his touch. he then starts kissing down your body, taking his time to properly kiss every inch of your body until he reaches your wet cunt.

he looks up at you, making eye contact, before licking a stripe up your soaked slit. you moan out in satisfaction, arching your back.

he wastes no time in starting to eat you out, sucking violently on your clit.

you can't help the sinful noises that come out your mouth, your hands tugging against the handcuffs, wanting to run your fingers through his soft black hair.

you start grinding your cunt against his face, wanting to feel more pleasure.

you look down at him, taking in the sight of your handsome boyfriend absolutely devouring you.

god, how hot he looks. his dark brown eyes never leaving yours as he eats you out with such passion.

he slowly inserts his ring finger, causing you to take a deep breath. he wastes no time in pumping it in and out at a fast pace, before adding in his middle and ring fingers, while sucking harshly on your clit.

"oh, fuck!" you yell out, eyes shutting tightly as your hips move against his fingers.

as much as you love this, you want something - no, crave something else. you want his cock, buried deep inside of you, fucking you the way he always does - rough and fast - just the way you like it.

"junho," you breathe out. he hums against your pussy, not slowing down his actions. "i, i want your big cock, please fuck me." you beg.

he chuckles, removing his fingers from your hole and climbing up your body.

he licks his lips, smiling at the taste of your wet juices. he then puts his fingers near your mouth and you open, sucking as you taste yourself on them.

he moans as you do so, biting his lip. "such a good little whore for me, aren't you? sucking my fingers clean. fuck, so hot." he mutters.

you moan against his fingers, looking him in the eyes as you lick them clean.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, his hand going to the back of your neck and smashing his lips against yours.

he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for entrance, but you don't obey, deciding to tease him.

he realizes what you're doing and smirks against your lips, his hand trailing down to your pussy and slapping it.

you gasp when he does that, and he takes this as an opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth, both of you fighting for dominance, him obviously winning.

he pulls back, both of you panting slightly, before reaching down and grabbing his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

he looks down at you, silently asking you for consent. you nod, softly smiling at him.

he then puts the tip in, causing the both of you to suck in a deep breathe at the feeling of your cunt stretch to take in his size.

he doesn't let you adjust to his size, already beginning to pound into you at a fast pace, his hips slamming against yours.

you don't even try to silence your moans, not caring if the neighbors hear you or not.

one of his hands, wraps around your neck, the other gripping your thigh tightly, while yours are still handcuffed to the headboard.

"you like that, princess?" he asks, followed by a loud groan. you moan in response, unable to form any words.

junho is covered in sweat, no surprise because of how fast he is going. your body is also covered in sweat, your naked bodies meshing perfectly together, like they were made for each other.

because junho had already devoured you earlier, you could tell that you won't last long.

you could already feel the knot forming in your stomach, your pussy clenching around his cock.

"i won't last long," you tell him in between moans. he groans in your ear, picking up the pace.

"wait for me," he grunts, fucking into you like his life depends on it.

you continue to clench around his cock, knowing that that always brings him closer to his high.

he moans your name loudly as you continue to clench, his pace becoming sloppy as you can tell he's going to cum soon.

"i can't hold it." you whimper, tears brimming in your eyes.

"you wanna cum for me, princess?" he asks. you nod, tears streaming down your face.

"okay, princess. cum against my cock like the dirty whore you are." he encourages, going harder.

with a shout of his name, you release all over his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, him not even stopping in the slightest.

his other hand drops down to your thigh, gripping them tightly and pushing you harder against his cock.

"fuck, baby. your pussy feels so good against my cock." he mutters, before he lets out a little whimper, shutting his eyes tightly.

you come down from your high as he continue to chase his. you start encouraging him, saying things like, "cum inside me, baby," "that's my pretty boy," "such a good boy," and "fill me up."

after a few minutes after you released, he also came undone, cumming inside of you with a moan of your name.

he rides out his high, and after a moment, he pulls out, his cum dripping down your legs.

he takes the handcuff keys from the drawer and uncuffs you, your arms falling to your side as he collapses on top of you.

you both pant heavily, taking a few moments to calm down.

smiling softly, you run your fingers through his damp hair, earning a pleasant sigh from him.

he looks up at you, gazing into your eyes, his full of nothing but love and admiration for you.

he leans up, pressing his lips against yours, capturing them in a slow and passionate kiss.

he pulls back after a few seconds, smiling at you. "i love you, y/n." he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

"i love you, junho." you whisper back, kissing his nose.

you two cuddle for about five minutes, before you hop into the shower together.

let's just say, those handcuffs are going to be used more often now. maybe on him next time.

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nessinborderland · 3 years ago

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Alluring

Pairing: Hwang Junho x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Junho tries to fight the alluring spell you put on him, with no success.

Warnings: Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Manipulation, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Dubious Consent, Overstimulation, Creampie, Enemies to Lovers, kinda?, reader is a VIP, getting fucked at gunpoint

Notes: So, I watched and rewatched Squid Game and this idea just wouldn't leave my head, so here it is. It's smutty, is filthy, is everything I wanted Hwang Junho to do to me and then some. Comments are, as always, much appreciated <3 Enjoy!

Junho knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He had no time to lose, and yet he had chosen to waste it on this, of all things. Not that he was ever expecting it to happen; he certainly was not.

But when you snapped his attention – dressed in an emerald green dress that fitted you in all the right places, golden cobra mask hiding your features – he just couldn’t look away. It was like you hypnotized him, almost making him forget about his mission. He had obliged when you asked him to sit next to you – accepting the drink you gave him – and he had followed when you ordered him to go with you to the VIP bedrooms.

I can use her somehow, he told himself, she will tell me everything I need to know.

He was wrong.

“Will you take your mask off for me?” your sultry tone in his ear made a shiver run down his spine. “I want to see what your face looks like.”

He nodded with a gulp, hand raising to unbuckle his mask. He was hyper-aware of your hand on his thigh, chest pressed against his arm as you expectantly waited for the face reveal.

“Oh my,” you gasped under your own mask, fingers touching his chin to turn his head in your direction, “you shouldn’t keep a face like that hidden behind a mask.”

Your thumb grazed his bottom lip in a sensual gesture, and he had half a mind not to part his lips further. He locked eyes with the intense gaze behind the golden mask, wishing he could take it off and see the face beneath.

“Of all the games I’ve attended,” you said, rising from the bed to stand in-between his knees, “you might just be the most entertaining thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

That’s when it clicked; the death games. His brother. He was supposed to be recording and gathering information, not letting himself be bewitched by a woman with a liking for murder.

But he could use you – he thought again – he had to stay put and play your game.

Your touch on his shoulder made him look up. He could clearly see half of your face from that angle, lips painted blood red and smiling. He had the intrusive thought of your lips marking his collarbones as you fucked him raw. He shook his head as he forcefully lowered his gaze.

What was he doing? Why was he feeling like this?

Your giggles surprised him, making him look up again. Your eyes were watching him with a special attentiveness, and it almost felt like you could read his thoughts. It freaked him out as much as it turned him on.

“Do I make you horny, baby?” you asked as you leaned forward, one hand still on his shoulder as the other snaked up his neck to cradle his cheek. He kept his eyes firmly locked on yours; he couldn’t let you get into his head.

He had to stop this before it was too late.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” he said as he gently grabbed you by the wrists, “I think it’s best for us to go back.”

Your smile didn’t falter as you let him push you back until he was also standing. That’s when Junho realized this had been a bad idea.

“I disagree,” you said as your hands pressed against his chest to push him back down, “we’re just getting started.”

He let himself be pushed, sitting back on the bed as he wondered what to do next. He had to act fast before it was too late and he got himself killed. He didn’t even have enough time to record what he wanted.

He was losing precious time.

“Miss, I really think that–”

Whatever he was going to say died on his lips as he watched you undress. His eyes widened as you revealed your naked figure to him, green dress falling down your body and pooling at your feet.

“What were you saying?” you teased, a smirk on your lips.

He couldn’t remember.

His mind was blank as he cataloged every part of your body, committing it all to memory. You were all curves, smooth skin, and mouth-watering femininity. His pants were feeling terribly tight now, but he stayed still, hands on his knees, waiting for your next move.

“Are you shy, handsome?” you asked as your hand raised to pet him on the cheek. “You’re blushing…”

He shook his head, closing his eyes; he felt like his whole body was on fire. He barely remembered when it was the last time he had chosen a woman’s company over his job, but he knew it had been way too damn long. He felt like a horny teenager again, cock begging to be set free.

Junho almost jumped off the bed when he felt your hands on his zipper, grabbing you by the wrists with enough strength to make you gasp.

“W- What are you doing?” he asked as he stared at you with wide eyes. You were now on your knees, looking up at him.

“I’m starting what we came here to do,” you said as you snapped your hands free from his grasp, “so relax, handsome.”

He watched as your hands went back to his zipper, this time with no interruptions on his part. Your eyes were still on his as you unbuckled his pants, and he found that he couldn’t look away.

You had him right where you wanted him.

He gasped when he felt your warm hand palming his hard-on over his underwear, twitching under your touch; he was so unbelievably hard it hurt.

“Here’s another thing you shouldn’t keep hidden,” you said as you curled your hand around his cock, pulling him off his clothes. “If you were mine I would keep you naked at all times. Always ready for my use only.”

His hips bucked in reaction – if to your words or to your touch he didn’t know – and he leaned back almost without realizing it, giving you more access to himself.

The gun hidden on the back of his pants pressed against his tailbone at the same time your lips went around his cock. He gasped from the sensation, one hand supporting his weight behind him on the mattress as the other went to fist your hair.

He couldn’t stop the moans that escaped him as you started sucking him off, mouth taking almost all of him as your tongue pressed on all the right places. Junho closed his eyes again as he tilted his head back, trying to escape your gaze. All it did was intensify the sensations of your warm mouth on his cock. He groaned in pleasure as you swallowed his length, hand fisting your hair tighter as he fought with himself. He wanted to push you away as much as he wanted to make you choke on him.

You moaned around him as you sucked him off, and that’s when he opened his eyes again to stare back at you. Your head bobbed up and down as drool slid down your chin, red lips swollen and messy as you left lipstick marks on his cock.

He sat straighter, hand releasing your hair as his other hand went to grab his gun. He had to stop this now.

“S- Stop!” he forced himself to say as he pressed the gun barrel to your temple.

You froze for a moment, an expression of surprise behind your golden mask before you released him with a wet sound, hand still on his base. Then you smiled.

“I think you’re misinterpreting something here, handsome,” you said as your hand slowly started squeezing around him, “you might have the gun, but I have your dick in my hand. Who do you think is the one in charge here?”

He gasped in discomfort as your grip tightened, but kept his gun on you. He was the one with the gun, he was the one with the power.

“I’ll shoot you.”

“No, you won’t,” you said with so much conviction that he believed you, “you can keep that gun on me, but I’m not leaving until I get what I came for.”

You stood up before sitting right on his lap, facing him with your arms around his neck – completely ignoring the gun in his hand.

How were you not afraid of him? Afraid of getting shot?

He gasped at the feeling of your inner thighs against his sensitive cock, hips bucking in reaction to the feeling of your warm core right over his tip.

“Tell me,” you said as your fingers went back to caressing his features, “who are you?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Oh, it isn’t?” you asked in fake surprise. “Are you sure about that?”

“Stop before–”

His words were replaced by a moan as you pressed your lips against his, teeth clashing as you consumed his mouth in a fiery kiss. He tried to resist you, to stay still, but your tongue insistently pressing against his lips made him open his mouth to fully taste you.

He was breathless when you finally broke the kiss in search of air, panting with your naked chest pressed against his clothed one. The hand with the gun laid firmly by his side, but the other one shook with the will to touch your naked body.

“You have such a pretty mouth,” you said as you slowly dropped kisses along his jaw, “I’m sure you can do wonderful things with it.”

He gulped as he tried not to expose his neck to you, still trying to control his body as you slid your wet cunt along his shaft. He could feel how wet you were, hot and dripping and calling for him like a siren to a sailor.

He was going mad with lust.

“W- Who are you?” he asked, hand raising to touch your mask. He wanted to at least know your face.

“That,” you stopped him by grasping his hand and lowering it down to cup your breast, “will remain a mystery. If I can’t know your name it’s only fair you don’t know mine either.”

He groaned at the feeling of your hard nipple under his palm, at the round and soft flesh that filled his hand just right. It made his mouth water.

“Who are you?” he asked again, this time in a firm tone he wasn’t feeling.

You stared down at the gun now pressed right under your left breast and laughed.

“I’m the one that is going to fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me to stop.”

He was sure he passed out for a second. The feeling of your hot cunt swallowing all of his length at once made him roll his eyes back in his skull. The sudden wave of blind pleasure that went through him almost made him come right there. You gave him no time to get used to it as you started bouncing up and down his cock, moaning against his lips as you kissed him and swallowed the incoherent sounds that came out of his mouth.

A voice in the back of his head screamed at him to stop and focus on his duty. He should be stopping more murders from happening, not having sex with who could as well be a murderer. He was out of control and he barely had the necessary strength to care about it. So he decided to work things differently; a plan that was a win-win in his favor.

It was with great effort that he put the gun back in the waist of his pants. Both of his hands were now free, and he was set on making good use of them.

You let out a tiny scream when his hands went around your waist to turn you around and lay you on the mattress, all that without ever pulling out. He started thrusting into you at a furious pace, hands keeping your thighs wide open for him as he let himself drown in the pleasure your body provided.

Your cunt pulsed around him, keeping him in a tight, warm grip every time he filled you up. You felt so good, skin soft under his touch, moaning in his ear in a way that was making him go insane. He felt like he was burning, sweat running down his neck and heart beating like it was going to jump off his chest.

“Take this off,” you ordered as you tried to pull open his jacket. “I want to feel you.”

He ignored your words as he buried himself even deeper inside you, mouth marking your neck as one of his hands went down to flick your clit. You gripped his hair with a whine when his thumb started drawing eights on your swollen bud, pressing your body even harder against his.

Fuck, how he wanted to press his skin against yours. But he couldn’t. There was a barrier he had to keep, something that reminded him that what he was doing was wrong.

He could feel your orgasm coming closer as he tried to control his own, pussy tightening even more around him before your body shook and your eyes rolled back in pleasure. He was too weak not to follow suit, groaning against your neck as he came inside you, hands gripping your thighs as hard as he could.

He let himself rest on top of you for a moment – organizing the rest of his plan in his head – before finally pulling out, hissing from the sensation.

“You’re going to tell me who you are now?” you panted, still laying on the bed, legs opened and his cum dripping down your ass.

Junho felt even more frustrated when his cock twitched in response to your body, head shaking in response to your words.

“You are the one that needs to talk,” he said as he started taking his jacket off, “not me.”

“And how are you going to do that?” you asked as you sat up, fixing your mask before starting to crawl towards him with an appreciative look in your eyes. “By forcing me to- oh my… I knew you had to be pretty everywhere else too.”

He tried not to react to your words as he dropped his shirt on the floor beside his jacket, chiseled chest now in full view to you.

His hand tightened around his belt as he kneeled on the bed, waiting for you to stop in front of him. His body reacted instantly to your touch, a smirk gracing your lips as you noticed the way the airs on his arm stood up, or how his semi-hard cock twitched just before you wrapped your hand around him.

“Ready for round two, are we?” you whispered against his lips before starting to kiss down his chest, fingers grazing his abs as your other hand lazily jerked him off.

He closed his eyes as he internally screamed at himself, trying to regain control over the lust still clouding his thoughts.

“Lay down,” he said as he grabbed you by the wrists, pulling you back down on the mattress.

You let him manhandle you as he climbed on the bed, again in-between your thighs, hands kept over your head in a tight grip. He was now the initiator, pressing his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss, teeth pulling at your bottom lip. He enjoyed the moment, finally feeling your skin against his as his hands worked on something over your head.

“What are you doing?” you asked when he broke the kiss and pulled away to sit back on his heels, staring at you with fire in his eyes.

“Getting my answers.”

You yelped when he turned you around, hands bound over your head as you were now with your back to him. You watched over your shoulder as he pulled out a phone and his gun, both pointing right at you.

“You’re going to tell me everything I need to know,” he said, finger on the trigger as he pressed the voice recording app on his phone before throwing it on the bed.

“Or what?” you teased, tilting your ass up to bump against his groin. “I know you’re not going to shoot me.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Oh, please,” you laughed. “I’ve looked a lot of bad men in the eye, and I can assure you that you’re not one.”

He was now set on proving you wrong.

You cried out when he grabbed your hips, tilting them up before ramming into you in one hard thrust, gun pressed against the back of your head. His body shook as he started getting in and out of you, hips slapping against your ass while he tried to keep his actions cold and calculated. He didn’t want to enjoy this too much.

“Give me names,” he said in time with his thrusts. You only moaned in response, face buried on the mattress and hands gripping the bed sheets as you ignored his words. He repeated the question, now with a slap to your ass that made you cry out in pain. “Now!”

“F- Fuck me better and maybe I will,” you teased, followed by a moan at a particularly hard snap of his hips.

Junho was getting frustrated again, gripping the gun in his hand even tighter as he took the safety off before aiming it at your temple. He had to make you fear him somehow.

“Tell me everything you know,” he said as he stopped his movements, gripping your hair to pull your head back, eyes locked on yours. “I need names, locations, associates, everything you know.”

“Cop or reporter?” you asked in response, a smug smile on your lips.

“Start talking!”

“Hmm, definitely a cop…” you said, laughing at the expression on his face, “too much pent-up anger.”

He was getting seriously pissed off. Your teasing, your smugness, your unwillingness to cooperate… everything about you was starting to frustrate him beyond everything he had gone through since he got there.

“Fine,” he spat, forcing your face back against the mattress “don’t talk.”

He was done playing nice.

Your moans turned into cries of pleasure as he went back to fucking you, not caring at all if he was being too rough. He wanted you to hurt, to be afraid. He needed that if he wanted to make you talk. He kept his gun on you just because, fully knowing that – while it did nothing to persuade you – it helped him feel like he had control.

He watched as you came undone under him one, two times, stopping and replacing his cock with his fingers every time he felt close to coming himself. All he wanted – all he needed – was to make you lose control, make you beg for mercy one way or another.

Your body trembled when you came a third time, laying flat on the mattress as you were unable to hold yourself on your wobbly knees. He let you, fingers pumping in and out of you as he kept your legs spread open on either side of his body. Your sensitive pussy clenched around his fingers as you let out another cry, trying to close your legs as he flicked your clit, set on making you come as many more times as he could.

“Stop,” he heard you say, voice muffled as you hid your face on the curve of your arm, “I- I can’t take it anymore.”

He replaced his fingers with his cock, hissing at the sensation as he ignored your begging and the way you tried to push him away. He had to keep going, he had to break you if he wanted to get what he needed. His dick was burning from all the overstimulation, so hard and red he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold it in any longer. He needed the release. He didn’t care as you told him to stop, moaning in unison with him as he now used you for his own pleasure – hard thrusts turning sloppy as he finally let go – burying himself as deep inside you as he could.

He was fully on top of you as he came back to his senses, gun forgotten on the mattress as his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise. He panted with you, forehead pressed against your shoulder blades as he tried to find the words to ask again.

“Start talking.”

You said nothing, lips trembling as you let out shaky breaths. He worried for a moment if he had crossed a line – and hurt you too much – when you smirked.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” you said in a hoarse voice, tied hands going over your head to comb through his sweaty hair.

He closed his eyes at your touch, feeling incredibly sleepy all of a sudden. He would’ve fallen asleep right there if he had been anywhere else. He was tired and disappointed with himself; all of his effort with you had led to nothing.

“I really don’t know anything,” you said, making him open his eyes at your words, “everyone’s anonymous and everything is treated with the utmost secrecy. Sorry.”

He said nothing as he lifted himself on the mattress, pulling out of you with a groan before standing up on shaky legs. You looked at him over your shoulder, mask still miraculously on as you admired the way his caramel skin looked all sweaty under the bedroom light, now soft dick shining with your combined juices.

Junho ignored your stare as he rushed to put his clothes on, mind already formulating a new plan. He still needed more evidence and a way to safely get off that island. He had to contact his boss and get backup.

He grabbed his gun and his phone, finger hovering over the delete button as he wondered if that voice recording was going to be useful or not. He sighed before deciding to keep it; for what he wasn’t sure yet.

He sent you one last look before turning for the door.

“Are you really going to leave me without a goodbye kiss?” your words stopped him in his tracks. “At least take this off before you go.”

He took a deep breath before turning to face you, kneeling back on the bed to release you of the belt still binding your wrists together. He barely had a chance to stand before you grabbed his jacket, pulling him close before clashing your lips together. He tried not to kiss you back, but the insistent tongue grazing his lips was too good to resist. You consumed each other’s mouths until you were breathless, time where he broke the kiss and turned back towards the door without another word.

“Will I see you again?” you asked.

He turned the handle and opened the door, making sure the hallway was empty.

“Yeah,” he said over his shoulder before walking out, “in front of a court of law.”

Part 2 »

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agustsvga · 3 years ago

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eliminated — hwang jun-ho x gn!reader

a/n; me doing work and giving the show the content it deserve!! spoilers for squid game, excuse any errors, (credits gif to owner, shout out to @squidgameheadcanons, @philomaay recommend fic 1 & fic 2, @lovesquidgame recommend fic, @justsoth1rsty recommended fic, @saebyeoked recommended fic , @hexx-exe recommended fic for giving squid game content & inevitably inspiration for me to write one), feel free to reblog/like, interact and stay safe!

In which you and Jun-ho are star-crossed but not for long

Your’s/3rd person POV

The guards put you on a stretcher and brought you to a strange location with white walls and too-bright lights blinding your bruised, lack of sleep, eyes.

…Had you passed out? Did you just fell asleep? Were you given that gas from the one on the van?

They were talking amongst each other and clanking of metal on metal made you wince, then the smell of gloves powders made your throat dry. Where were you? What are they doing?

Then footsteps, what it sounded like in groups, left the room.

It was only you and the guard with the circle mask left in the room.

You couldn’t move. You didn’t feel like you could. Everything was felt strange, paralyzed, exhausted.

“(Y/N)? Can you hear me?”

The guard’s voice sounded different. No…

“Open your eyes if you can hear me. Please.”

Oh, you’re too tired to move. You couldn’t feel anything.

Warm pair of hands held on to yours making your heart slightly race. This feeling. This very familiar feeling. Only one person has ever and can do this to you. Or is your mind making it all up because this may be your final moment of living, you can’t see Gi-hun, Ali, Sae-byeok, or Sang-woo, or…or Jun-ho.

“We don’t have much time…Please, open your eyes. That’s all I’m asking you.”

You squeezed the guard’s hand and grunted. Your eyes fighting the exhaustion, then you focused on the sound of the pleas, the touch of your skin on another’s.

There he was. Your Jun-ho.

He looked healthier from the last time you saw him, and you noticed the cuts he had gotten from his duty was not there anymore. He had taken care of himself like he promised you. He promised you, the day before you disappeared without trace, that he will take better care of himself whenever you’re not around.

“Jun-ho…it’s really you?” You croaked out, throat burning.

Jun-ho gently cups your face and his thumb rubbing your cheek. His eyes wet with tears, yet he didn’t say anything to you.

“You kept your promise, Jun-ho. You kept your promise.”

He carefully leaned down and kissed your lips. His lips were warm, sometimes reminding you of honey and summertime, sweet and soft. Jun-ho pulled away to plant another kiss on your forehead.

“I looked for you everywhere. I thought…I thought In-ho took you away from me.”

You slowly shook me, not wanting to worsened the hard pounding in your head. “You don’t worry about me. You have to get yourself to safety. It’s…It’s not safe here for you, Jun-ho. Before they get you, find a way out and save yourself.”

Jun-ho always noticed the innocence and kindness in you. It’s both a blessing and a curse to have them, he’d seen people like you getting hurt in the end for the advantage of others. People like you would never survive in the real world.

“No, not without you. I will never…I will never leave you behind. I love you too much to think of think of myself. If one of us is getting out of here it’s you and will always be you. Don’t argue with me on that, alright? I will find a way to get you out. I love you, (Y/N).”

He reaches inside his pocket and fished out a diamond ring. The lights reflecting the precious metal, yet your eyes never left his.

“Something to remind you of me. Bring this with you wherever you go, that way I will always be there with you.”

Your heart pounding fast and mind scrambling for thoughts, “Jun-ho, why…”

He wiped his eyes and held your hand in his, inserting the ring on your finger then leaning down kissing your hand then your palm.

“I love you, (Y/N). Remember that I love you.”

…

“Player 400, eliminated.”

Gi-hun shot up from his bed, ears not believing what he had heard.

He then turned to look at Sang-woo, Sae-byeok, and Ali.

“You…you guys heard that, right? They killed…they killed (Y/N)? They were suppose to bring them back here. They were…they were suppose to…”

“Gi-hun,” said Sang-woo. Gi-hun looked at the man, his eyes were bloodshot and dark eye bags, “there’s nothing we can do. They…they must have tried their best to…to save (Y/N). You saw it yourself, didn’t you? Too much blood loss and…”

“Shut your mouth, Sang-woo! What is wrong with you? They killed (Y/N)! They didn’t tried to save or…or…” Gi-hun looked around to see everyone looked equally shocked to hear a player died outside of the game.

He ran to where one of the guards guarding the large metal doors and shook his shoulders.

“Hey, you murderers, what did you do to (Y/N)? Why did you kill a player unable to defend themselves? What kind of people are you?”

“Player 456, player 400 has been eliminated. Get back before actions are taken.”

Gi-hun then felt a gentle tug on his jacket. He turned to see Ali and Sae-byeok with eyes fresh from crying silently.

“Gi-hun, let’s go back. We don’t want that to happen to you, too.” said Ali. Sae-byeok nodded, silently agreeing.

Gi-hun turned to look back at the guard.

He didn’t say anything before walking back to his group with Ali and Sae-byeok.

…

“Jun-ho, you need rest. I will have my most trusted guards to watch over them.”

“In-ho, leave us be. I need to be by their side and no one, not even you, should get in the way. I don’t care if I starve or rot here. All I need is to see (Y/N) to wake up.”

In-ho puts back on his mask and left the room without saying another word.

“I don’t want you to worry. I know it seems like I’m angry at him but I thank him every day for saving you.”

“Jun-ho, but it was you who saved me.”

He went silent. He couldn’t comprehend it all at once.

“Jun-ho,” Your eyes opened to see the black and gold ceiling, then you turned your head to see your Jun-ho. Tears running down his cheek and his lips wobbling, but he held himself from making a single sound.

“Don’t hurt yourself to take care of me. Why didn’t you rest?”

He kissed your hand, “I just couldn’t. How can I, (Y/N). How can I sleep at night when you’re lying in here with guards you barely know and cameras with who knows watching. They could put their hands on you, replace the medicine with poison, put you back into the game. I will never let them get close to you. I won’t let them look at you. They will never be able to do anything. As long as I’m here.”

His finger felt the cold metal of the ring on your ring finger.

“You’re always with me. I won’t be afraid. Not again.”

“Afraid?”

You hummed softly, “Yes. You never left my mind when I got here. When I played the games, talk to the people, sleep at night, all that was ever in my mind was you.”

Gathering the strength left in you, you held his hand and raise them to rest on your chest. Your hand atop of his, you look at him, “If not my mind, my heart reminds me that every beat was meant for you.”

Jun-ho was filled with emotions that he couldn’t feel before and words he had never thought he could think of.

“(Y/N), what are you saying—”

“I love you. And for the ring, it’s a yes.”

He looked back at the ring and gently turning it over to reveal the carved out words on the metal band, Marry me.

He kissed you, gently, his heart bursting with joy and unconditional love for you.

He pulled away, to look at you in the eye, “I can’t lose you, (Y/N).”

“Hold me, Jun-ho. I’m here. I will never leave you. I can never lose you, too.”

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apartmentlaw · 2 years ago

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Squid Game Headcannons: The players’ love languages

warnings: none other than one swear word lol

gifs are not mine

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Seong Gi-hun

Gi hun’s top two love languages are physical touch and gift giving.

He doesn’t have much money, but even still he absolutely loves to spoil his significant other any time he gets the chance to. He secretly enjoys receiving gifts as well, but sometimes he feels bad taking from others. Especially if it’s money.

When in a relationship with Gi Hun physical affection is a MUST. This man will always be holding his partner’s hands or wrapping his arm around their waist, anything to feel close. He’s super cuddly, especially if he or his partner has had a bad day.

Cho Sang-Woo

Sangwoo’s biggest love languages are gift giving and acts of service, as well as physical touch in private.

Sangwoo is pretty reserved, which can make it hard for him to be vulnerable with people, which is really what makes physical touch one of his love languages. Cuddling and hand holding with him is essentially a show of trust for him, showing that he feels comfortable enough to show his soft side around his partner.

He’s much less shy about acts of service and gifts, though. His partner can always expect him to open doors, make meals, and do chores for them. As well, it’s a very common occurrence for him to come home with gifts or flowers (probably bought with company money).

Kang Sae-byeok

Sae Byeok definitely likes physical affection in private, but her main love language is quality time.

Like Sangwoo, Sae Byeok is reserved with her emotions, so physical touch is mostly reserved for in private. She adores cuddling, especially if she gets to be the big spoon. She’ll never admit how much she loves it, but it’s clear from how every morning she holds on tighter as her partner tries to get up from bed, mumbling about how she wants ‘five more minutes.’ She’ll hold hands in public if her partner wants to, or if she wants to show that they’re hers.

She absolutely loves spending time with her significant other. Watching TV together, playing videogames, doing activities, anything. As long ad she’s spending time with them, it doesn’t matter.

Ali Abdul

Ali’s main love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation.

Ali is super cuddly. He’s like the overly clingy couples you see in lines for rides at the amusement park, just constantly hugging on his partner or playing with their hands or hair. He knows when to stop though, and if his partner isn’t a fan of PDA, then he’ll respect it. That just means all the more cuddling in private.

Words of affirmation is less of him saying it to his partner and more of them saying it to him. Being told how much he means to them or how handsome he is makes his heart absolutely soar. It makes him feel so loved and appreciated.

Ji-yeong

Ji-yeong mainly enjoys quality time and receiving gifts.

She knows how short life can be, so to her it’s extremely important to spend as much time as possible with her significant other. As well, she just likes to hang out with them, feeling most connected when spending time together.

She also enjoys receiving gifts, but it isn’t required for her to be happy in the relationship. Little gifts here and there really show her that she is appreciated. Even if she doesn’t always think she’s that important, the fact that her partner thought about her enough to get her a gift quickly proves her wrong.

Hwang Jun-ho

Jun ho’s top love languages are physical touch and quality time.

As an officer, Jun ho also knows the dangers of the world and how important it is to spend time with those you love, hence the reason why quality time is so important to him. He really likes going on dates, drives, and even shopping trips, but he also appreciates staying in and having a lazy day with his partner.

Jun ho also is pretty touchy. Hand holding, hugging, cuddling, all of it. He really likes his hair being played with during cuddles, the feeling often putting him to sleep within minutes. He enjoys appropriate PDA, which triples when he’s jealous. If someone is hitting on his partner, expect him to swoop in with that PDA to put an end to it.

Jang Deok-su

Deok su is very emotionally closed off, used to any weakness being exploited with the amount of enemies he has. He generally shows love through acts of service, and on occasion gift giving.

He won’t make a big show of it, no. He might not show it, but he listens to his partner very well, remembering what tasks need to be done around the house or what has been stressing them out so he can do it while they’re gone to surprise them. If it’s brought up to him, he simply says he wanted to help out or noticed that his partner was stressed about it so he decided to do it instead.

On occasion he will also come home with gifts. It could be some small trinket that reminded him of his partner, or even something expensive, but he will always act like it isn’t a big deal.

“Here. I saw it at the market and thought you might like it.”

“Deok su, how much did this cost?!”

“It doesn’t matter. Do you like it?”

Han Mi-nyeo

Mi nyeo is definitely a fan of physical touch. She also enjoys receiving gifts and words of affirmation.

She can be pretty touchy, holding her partners arm in public and hugging on them in private. While she can be independent if she wants to be, she tends to be pretty clingy.

Receiving gifts and compliments are the big two ways to make her feel loved. It makes her feel special and reassured her that her partner thinks about her and truly does love her.

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therealromewrites · 3 years ago

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Have your Cake

Fandom: Squid Game (Netflix)

Relationship: Hwang Jun-ho x Female Reader (Y/N)

Age: 18+ Explicit (Under 18s go away!)

Warnings: Smut, fluff and intimacy, vaginal fingering, oral (F receiving), face sitting, slight body image anxiety, food play, nipple play, P in V penetration, riding, eating off each other, praise kink, slight soft dom reader and sub Jun-ho (Slight tease).

Word Count Total: 5564

Note: This came to me whilst I was eating cupcakes and was desperate for a fic like this. Jun-ho was perfect and it took a different turn than what I was honestly expecting. It turned out to be more fluffier and intimate which works just as well. Next I will try to write out some of the requests. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! I can tag you in other fics as well and check my masterlist for more!

Tagged: @squidgamesmut @leia-origami

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Summary: Jun-ho has had a bad day and it was his birthday as well. He comes home to find an unpredictable present which turns his night and life around.

Have you ever felt like you could pull your hair out at the amount of shit people give you? Jun-ho was feeling more than just that, he was close to pulling his gun out on someone. Every hustling and bustling sound in the police station was the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard. He flinched with every squeak as he marked up the police reports.

It was a slow day at the station as everyone seemed engrossed in completing paperwork. Even the police chief seemed dead asleep at his desk as Jun-ho huffed an exasperated breath, running a hand through his thick hair and reclining back on his chair. His eyes darted around the bright office before landing on a photo frame of you, his girlfriend.

An oakwood engraved frame with you laying on grass on a summer day. You looked stunning with a light blue striped dress and straw hat, you were laying down with glee on your face. It was your six month anniversary that day and Jun-ho had a picnic planned for the two of you. He made your favourite kimbaps along with soju which made you fall in love deeper with one another.

His thumb pressed up on the picture as the memories of that day flowed through him before his smile dropped at the thought of what happened this morning. He woke up in a cold bed with a message from you, saying you had to leave for work early and this spiralled into a troublesome morning. He had car trouble before being called up to a neighbourhood to deal with rowdy teenagers.

After those terrible events, he came to the police station with a mountain of paperwork to be processed because the main archivist was off work, hence every detective and officer needed to complete their own paperwork and process it. The time was ticking slowly as the sunlight flickered in the office. He needed coffee as he stood up and swung his jacket over his shoulders.

Jun-ho slipped out of his office to go towards the break room. The walls were a dull grey and the carpeted floor looks like it's seen better days in its prime as the young detective entered the room. It was sad looking with a tall metallic fridge next to a small countertop. A dripping faucet and an ancient looking coffee machine. The cup dispenser had been replenished as Jun-ho stepped forward to turn the machine on.

The machine gurgled as it began to boil water before it then shot out spurts of coffee into a glass jug. A small sound vibrated in his pocket as he took his phone out to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Happy birthday Jun-ho!" A smile came to his face as his mother's delighted voice echoed from the phone.

"Thank you, Mom."

"How's your day been so far, my angel?"

"Normal."

He can sense a frown from his mother's tone, following the next set of words.

"Did you not do anything exciting today? Where's Y/N?"

His heart panged a little at the mention of his girlfriend. His mom liked you a lot and cared for you like a daughter. Jun-ho tried not to let his disappointment show in his voice.

"Not yet. Besides, she had to work today."

"Regardless, she should have cancelled her work to spend time with you today. It's your birthday and she should have been there for you."

"Leave it, Mom! Besides I think she mentioned she had an important work deadline coming up so it's not right for me to tell her to leave work just for me."

"Still. She seemed like a sweet girl. The least she could have done was make you dinner."

Jun-ho rolled his eyes at his mother's admonishing tone. She meant well and besides he and you hadn't been dating for long so total commitment wasn't on the table just yet. Although he was ready to commit to a long term relationship with you, any way possible. The young detective poured his coffee into his cup and was heading towards his office, exchanging pleasantries with his mother.

Being engrossed in his phone call, he hadn't noticed the Captain was approaching his direction, the older man was looking disgruntled as Jun-ho bumped straight into his boss. The coffee tipped backwards and spilt over his plain white t-shirt. It stained and steamed immediately as Jun-ho panted heavily and fanned his shirt to cool away the steam. His phone clattered to the floor along with his paper cup.

The Captain let out an annoyed curse as the papers he had dropped to the floor, stained with brown murky stains. Immediately the older man's eyes flared and his face huffed red in anger.

"Detective Hwang! Why do you not look where you're going?"

Jun-ho could have burst at his Captain the way he was accusing him for not paying attention. He had no coffee and his shirt was ruined as the young detective gritted his teeth.

"Sorry Captain. Was in the middle of an urgent call."

"But still you had eyes to see where you're going right? Go home, Hwang. Take the rest of the day off so you don't bother me again."

The young detective clenched his jaw with refrain as he gave a brisk nod to the Captain's order. Which was total bullshit but at least he could go home and calm down about the shitty day he's having so far. He watched the way his boss picked up the documents off the floor, huffing and puffing whilst returning back to office, no doubt grumbling about his incompetence.

Jun-ho crouched down to return to the call with his mother but the screen was black and faded out. He couldn't believe his phone was dead as he angrily huffed to himself, wishing for the day not to get worse as he stomped out of the police precinct and into his car.

The music in the car was doing nothing to relax him, as Jun-ho stared mindlessly out his windshield. The traffic was now another problem to his mind as he waited for the roads to clear. Lunchtime rush was almost a never ending endeavor as he glanced at the time on his watch. His girlfriend wouldn't be home for another several hours which had his mood sour even more.

Today was not his day as he pinched at his forehead to send away the building headache. After what seemed like an eternity, he was finally allowed to move his car out of the junction. Not long later, he was pulling up into the car park of his apartment complex. Willing himself to be relaxed, he got out of the car and was heading towards the elevator.

It seemed his stroke of bad luck wouldn't stop as his eyes glared at the out of order sign. His apartment was on the ninth floor, Jun-ho pursed his eyes closed to once again control his temper. He shoved the stairs doors open and took broad steps up the stairs, rushing to get to the apartment before anything worse happened.

He could feel a slight sweat perspire in his back as he reached the top of the stairs, exhaling deeply before entering the corridor. The hallway had six doors to separate apartments, his one was at the end of the hallway. Walking up, he was about to get his keys out of his pocket when he heard the low hum of music rumble from behind the door.

No one else was supposed to be home and he didn't leave the stereo on as Jun-ho's senses alleviated to a high alert. His deft hand reached into the left shoulder strap, unclipping to get his police issue gun out. With a steady grip on his weapon, the detective carefully brought his key to unlock the door.

Once the clicks unlocked, he pushed the handle down and had his gun raised in front of him before putting a foot past the door. He took another step and brought his whole body swiftly inside, his gaze steely as he took in the darkened living room.

Deliberating between stealth or an open encounter, the latter was proving to be a better option as he exclaimed out in the unknown.

"Whoever you are, you are trespassing! Show yourself and I'll ensure you'll get a lesser criminal sentence."

"Surely as your girlfriend, I'm allowed to trespass whenever I want?"

Jun-ho's face furrowed with confusion at the soft teasing voice. It sounded a lot like his girlfriend but it wasn't possible. You were meant to be at work till late evening. Needing more answers, his fingers blindly went towards the wall, finding the switch and flicking it down so the lights faded on.

The sight that beheld him almost had him faint as he saw you on the floor. There was a see through plastic tarp underneath you and your form was laying flat on the floor surrounded by cushions. His eyes trailed up your body as you were completely bare, save for your torso and privates.

There was some sort of concoction which covered your beautiful curvaceous parts. It looked like cake, judging by the way it crumbled and was only held together by a light blue coloured frosting. Jun-ho stepped closer and his eyes seemed to bulge out of his sockets as he saw 'Happy birthday Jun-ho' written on your stomach, sitting atop the cake mixture which seemed to be smeared on your body.

You were quite literally caked in cake as he tried to get his brain to catch up with the confusion. This was something he was not expecting and it certainly worked in your favour as he took in your smug expression.

"Surprise!"

"Y/N? What are you -? Aren't you supposed to be at work right now?"

You knew you had taken him by surprise as you rolled his eyes at his confused words.

"You don't like your surprise?"

"No! This is a wonderful and welcome surprise? I just … had the impression you were busy tonight."

Your eyes softened at the tone of insecurity laced in his voice. It was tricky for this plan to have worked as you watched the way he dropped to his knees beside you, his eyes constantly darting to the cake on your body.

"Busy on your birthday? No way in hell! That would be very cruel of me and it's an important day."

Your words had gotten to him as you watched the way his cheeks flushed red before his hand rested on top of your knee.

"Thank you."

"No, thank you. Happy birthday, baby!"

Jun-ho happily grinned as he bent down slightly to peck at your lips before letting his eyes linger at your body. You could tell he was eager to explore what you had presented to him as he lowly whispered.

"So, is this my birthday cake?"

You bit at your lower lip and shook your head in agreement, your heart swelled at the way his smile grew bigger. You knew he would be particularly excited by this gift as his finger was about to go towards your cake covered torso.

"Mind if I have a taste?"

"No, Jun-ho! First we have to blow out the candles and sing happy birthday!"

"Of course we must," He grinned as he tried to shake out of his jacket, his fingers curling around the hem of his coffee stained shirt. Almost teasing you by the way his head tilted to the right. "How would you like me to get ready?"

"I mean, it's no birthday without a birthday suit…"

With a firm nod, his torso puffed out slightly as he dragged the cloth over his firm muscular body. You could never tire from seeing him shirtless as he stood before you like a lion ready to devour you. You lucked out on Jun-ho as he quickly tossed his shoes and socks to the side. Before then slowly unbuttoning his jeans, tantalisingly pushing them over his thick thighs and sculpted calves.

You held a breath as you took in his semi-nude lean form, restraining yourself from leaping onto his body, as you willed yourself to let him take what he wanted from you. Today was Jun-ho's day, even though the present was more for the two of you to enjoy, you shook your head to brush your hair away from your collarbone, presenting yourself as a gift to your boyfriend.

"So where's the candles?"

You leaned back to gesture at the coffee table beside you, a few blue coloured single candles and a box of matches were on top as your boyfriend swiped at them and put the candles in the place of their holders which were already on the cake on your body. A quick light and ten candles were lit as yours and Jun-ho's eyes softly connected.

There was no doubt that Jun-ho was mesmerized by your tender loving gestures, he was almost thanking you with his eyes as you took to singing 'happy birthday!' in a soft voice. He's never had a birthday like this before and after this moment, he certainly doesn't want to let you go ever. It was clear to him that you meant a great deal as you finished off.

"Happy birthday to you! Come on Baby, blow your candles out."

How could he refuse you anything ever? Going by the soft unconditional expression in your eyes and lips, he tried to forge this facial expression in his mind forever. He parted your legs slightly so he could lean in between them to blow at the candles on your body, no doubt enticing you with a good time. The candles went out from the gentle blow of his breath and now came the fun

Discarding the candle and it's holders, your boyfriend took his time to thoroughly examine your body. Making a step by step plan on which parts of your body he wanted to feast on but you were in charge of this surprise, thus he didn't want to throw off your plans.

"Now can we have some cake?"

Who were you to refuse his sweet request as you nibbled at your bottom lip, a small nod and with a soft purr.

"Of course, Baby!"

You inhaled deeply as you watched the way his brown eyes flashed black with lust, his tongue peeked out from his lips as he rested his hands on your knees. This birthday present was going to unleash a feral side to your boyfriend which you were more than willing to pay the price for. You loved him deeply but you saw the truth to him in the intimate lights. He was vulnerable and trusting that you couldn't hold back a smile for him.

Jun-ho leaned down and bit into a small chunk of cake, catching a little bit of the frosting which was melting from your body heat. It was light and fluffy with the creamiest vanilla buttercream. The cake itself had strawberry essence infused inside and his eyes rolled back at the explosion of the marriage of flavours. Of course you would make his favourite cake flavour, as he audibly groaned and let his head roll back, over dramatically emphasising his appreciation.

The cake was made really well and paired with the faint taste of you, it was a perfect slice of heaven. He knew that the way he would react would rile you up, uncontrollably. As he swallowed, his head straightened back to watch the way your face melted into a lax lusty spell. He had you in his clutches now as he hummed at the flavour of the cake.

"That is a really good cake. Do you want some, my Darling?"

You gave another nod but Jun-ho had a tease of a smirk on his face. His fingers went down to scoop a bit of cake into his mouth, chewing and swallowing the sweet concoction. A tone of mischief was laced in his voice as he requested you.

"I want to hear you, my Darling."

"Please, birthday boy … feed me some cake?"

His cock twitched at the way you gave him a new nickname, his eyes glimmered as he leant down to where your breast would be. Your eyes locking intensely with his, he opened his jaw and lifted some cake into his mouth, prowling over you with his mouth full of cake.

It's an unusual way to eat cake but you wouldn't refuse such a gentle offer as you poked your tongue into his mouth to take the cake in and chew it. You did an amazing job with baking the cake as a pleasant buzz left your lips, your taste buds vibrated against the succulent dessert as your eyes dropped to another tasty delicacy. His lips.

They were plump and pink with the slightest bit of blue buttercream hanging on the corner of his lip, seducing you to come closer. You couldn't let Jun-ho be messy on his birthday, you swallowed your cake piece and brought your head close to where your breath hit his cheekbone. The flat of your tongue curled and licked at the blue buttercream, letting it melt against the roof of your mouth. The two of you were playing with fire as the warmth of your breaths lingered and danced together.

You wanted to prolong the teasing as you brought your fingers to pinch at some cake, bringing it up to his bottom lip as a way for him to eat some more cake. His long fingers enclosed over your wrist as his teeth grazed the length of your fingers to consume the sweet dessert you were offering. His eyes were staring dead straight into yours as warm saliva started to coat the pad of your digit, licking at the residual crumbs stuck on.

Jun-ho was going above and beyond to see you break and have his way with him, or the other way around. Soft grunts left his lips as he suckled at your fingers, his eyes fluttered closed and his fringe drooped in front of his eyes. You couldn’t hold it anymore as you snatched your index and middle away to squeeze at his jaw, lifting his head to your face as a flame danced around your eyes. This took your boyfriend by surprise and his cock twitched at the power you were trying to hold over him.

Your voice dropped to a slightly low octave as you raised yourself to your knees. “You’re meant to be enjoying your cake, Birthday boy! I worked so hard to bake this for you.”

He was in for a wild night as a gentle whine left from deep in his esophagus. “I’m sorry Baby … I wanted a taste of you as well.”

The way you cooed at him, had goosebumps erupting on his arms. “Aw! Birthday boy wanted a taste of me? You should have asked. Lay down.”

Your loving boyfriend over eagerly obeyed your command, a wide grin plastered on his face as he watched you wipe off the cake onto the plastic sheet underneath you. Streaks of blue buttercream and crumbs of cake were stuck smeared on your body and it was looking reminiscent of a highly provocative image in Jun-ho’s mind. Your supple thick thighs straddled his stomach, sliding up to hover at his chest.

Once again, you were being tentative about your weight as he felt your thighs tense and unclench with nerves, a ghost of a frown lingered on your lips. Jun-ho rubbed his hand across the top of your thighs to help you relax, ready to stop your love making to comfort you and you knew that any signs of hesitation would mean an end to your gift to him. You brought your palm to cup Jun-ho’s cheek, you croak a nervous whisper to him.

“Are you sure you want me to …” You make a gesture at his face which is enough implication for him to understand. He gives a firm nod with determination in his facial expression.

“More than anything. I want to taste everything on you.”

Your cheeks flushed hot with warmth as you brought your core to hover over his mouth, it was one of his favourite sights to explore and map. Your labia was spongey and dripping with arousal whereas your clitoris was engorged, ready to be devoured, your vagina clenched and pushed out a bit of cum from your slit. His hot breath tingled at the bottom of your lips as he murmured with mesmiration.

“God, you’re beautiful! And mine.”

His hands anchored themselves to your love handles, tugging at you to press your weight onto his face as his lips connected to your lower lips, a soft peck before his tongue swiped up and down to slurp at the wetness in between your thighs. A faint taste of the cake he had earlier mingled with the mild taste of you and he groaned rather loudly at the marriage of flavours. Your jaw was agape at the way Jun-ho was lapping at your vulva.

Your thighs tensed around his head as you gave Jun-ho full control over your body, your sticky hand stroked across your boyfriend’s scalp before clutching his dark short cut hair, the other hand rested on the floor as a way to hold yourself. The way your body arched in the dim yellow light, a faint sight of sweat glistened near your neck as your nipples were erect from the cool air. It made Jun-ho’s cock strain against his tight black boxers as he pressed to praise you.

“You might have my favourite flavour of cake but my favourite flavour will always be the sweetness dripping in between your legs.”

His tongue circled and flicked at your clitoris, a trigger that made you thrust and grind your core against his face. He continued to entice you as he brought a finger round to pinch at the erogenous nub. You jutted your hips harder against his face as you drowsily mumbled.

“Birthday boy! Please?”

“Please what?”

“I … want to come.”

“Go ahead Darling, I’m not stopping you. You’re my good girl.”

With his permission, you let out a silent shudder and shiver as your vagina clenched at the ministrations being done. He wasn’t done yet and you knew you were in for another ride, Jun-ho could die a happy man with his face between your thighs. ‘His favourite flavour’ as the two of you shared a tender connection. He moved his mouth away slightly to coo sweet words.

“You’ve done so well for me. My good girl. Can you do one more?”

You give a firm rigorous nod which permitted your boyfriend to once again attack your sopping genitals. His sandpapery tongue glided across your labia before circling around your slit, The way he grunted and moaned sent vibrations up your spine as he relentlessly tried to engulf himself into your cunt. He pursed his lips around your clitoris and gave a firm suck which had you roll your hips harder onto his face.

Jun-ho could spend the entire night licking and guzzling you but he knew you would want something else, thus he dragged his tongue to push through the tight walls of your opening. A quick flinch and sharp inhale left your lips as you watched the way his eyes were lulling at your essence. His nose grazed and pushed at your clitoris as his tongue began to slowly penetrate your vagina.

“You taste so good, my Darling. Drown me in your sweetness.”

Deep moans and whines were trickling out of your lips as you began to roll your vagina to meet with your boyfriend’s tongue thrusts. You desperately wanted him to sink his cock into you as you warned him about your impending orgasm.

“Jun-ho, I’m gonna - Jun-ho!”

Your body froze and stuttered as your vagina began to leak more onto your boyfriend’s jaw, your head rolled back as you cried out in unexpected pleasure. Jun-ho felt a numbing pain in his lower jaw but he ignored it to smile at your slightly debauched appearance. His lips were puffy and plump from your vagina and he decided now would be the time to say what should have been said a long time ago.

“You’re so beautiful. It’s why I love you.”

He could tell that you hadn’t fully registered his confession, too drunk off the pleasure he was giving you as a sweet gentle glow took hold of his face. You could feel Jun-ho shift your body down so you could finally be eye level with him, he sat up with you on his lap and your legs went around his waist. His large palms rested atop your upper back to stop you from falling back, although there were pillows around you and he could lay you down.

Jun-ho wanted to express his love in this intimate light, he wanted to show you his vulnerability and intimacy as one hand cupped your chin to let your lips hover next to each other. He spoke louder this time to help you hear his words better.

“I love everything about you and it’s an infinite list. You take such good care of me, listening and helping me to be a better person. I love the way you smell, taste and sound. When you’re like this or talking and chatting to me about your day. I love you, (Y/N).”

You gave it a moment, letting his words sink deep into your skin as your vision zeroed on his form. You knew deeply that he was the only one worth spending life with and the fact that he echoed your sentiments made your love grow exponentially deeper. Jun-ho simply admired the way your lax face hummed and curled with love. Your lips brushed along to Jun-ho’s ear as you hoarsely responded.

“I love you too Jun-ho. You’re the only one worth living for.”

At this moment in time, the two of you could feel your heartbeats synchronising into one synonymous rhythm, your breaths tickled as the two of you gazed deeply into each other's eyes. The raw confession heating the temperature between your bodies as the buttercream was slowly being melted by the closeness of your chests. Without wanting to wait any longer, Jun-ho fervently pressed his lips onto yours, your groans reverberating as your eyes fluttered closed.

There’s the old cliche of fireworks being exploded when a kiss happens, but this kiss was unlike any other kiss you’ve experienced with Jun-ho. This was full of love, trust and unconditionality that your bodies were slowly melting as one. His face was in your sights; you could only feel his skin; hear his gentle grunts and moans; smell his muted musk and taste cake and yourself from his mouth.

Yours and Jun-ho’s lips molded like clay as his tongue began to mingle and fight with your own. His broad hands dragged down to your waist to force your core to shift onto his clothed erection. A soft gasp left your lips as his hardness pressed against your sensitive vagina, he began to guide you into smooth movements as your hips began to grind on each other. You were starting to soak his boxers as the two of you continued to make out.

One of yours wrapped around the nape of his neck, whilst your blunt nails dug into the side of his neck. Your other hand dropped down to grab a handful of cake to smear at the inner crook of his neck, instantly knowing where he was most sensitive. You reluctantly pulled your lips away to press a trail of kisses across his jaw, Adam's apple and then to the base of his jugular where your lips enclosed over the cake.

You sucked and nipped at his neck as his head rolled back and hips bucked harder. The mood heated up further as the slow music in the background was overshadowed by your uncontrollable sexual sounds of pleasure. Jun-ho blindly reached for the cake, swiping it all over your chest before bending down to clean at your chest. His tongue ingested the painted streaks of buttercream before his teeth pinched at your nipple.

A rather loud mixture of a whine and a moan erupted from your lips as you cupped Jun-ho’s chin to look directly into your eyes, the tone was hoarse and scratchy.

“Please birthday boy! I need you.”

Jun-ho agreed to your demand and raised you up slightly to tug his boxers down his waist, tugging it off as it pooled by his ankles. His erection was close to a bright red with a small drip of precum going down the length of his dick. You licked at your cakey hand, bringing it down to angle his dick at the entrance of your slit. You slowly slid down to let him be accommodated into your tight walls.

His eyes watered slightly as his thumb rested on your bottom lip, an innocent gesture as he whispered. “I love you so much!”

“I love you too, Jun-ho.”

The two of you bounced as his fingers clawed into your waist, his mouth spewing praises all around.

“I love you! You’re so tight and gorgeous! I’m glad you’re all mine.”

The only thing you could do was agree to his words as you thrusted your hips against his, the angle was pressing against your g-spot and you could feel your orgasm approaching quicker than normal. You tightened your core around his dick, he stuttered and choked, increasing the depth of his thrusts until you felt a gush of his ejaculate swell inside you. His thumb went down to circle at your clitoris to trigger your orgasm.

“Come on, Darling! I need you to cum now. Cum!”

“Fuck! Yes!”

A few quick strokes at your clitoris caused a rumbling moan to leave your lips as you screeched your boyfriend’s name. No doubt, letting your neighbours around you know who you belong to. The pitch of your voice was a mixture of highs and lows as your thrusts slowed to a stop. A mixture of sweat mixed with the buttercream on your bodies, Jun-ho’s forehead rested against your shoulder as your nose pressed into his sweaty sticky hair.

The birthday cake was a mush around your heaving bodies, as you could feel his cum drip down the curve of your butt. It was a light atmosphere as Jun-ho lifted his head to gaze lazily into your eyes. It felt like a weight of confusion lifted off both of your shoulders as you felt satiated with tonight’s events, Jun-ho celebrated his birthday whilst also reaffirming his feelings and stance of the relationship with you.

Your hands rested against his cheeks, you leant down for a brief peck before once again repeating your new favourite confession. “I love you, birthday boy.”

“I can never tire from saying and hearing it. I love you too. And thank you, for my birthday surprise.”

Jun-ho tried to lift the two of you up so you could clean up in the bathroom but found that his legs were numb and shaky from your intense love making. A huffed breath left his lips as he grinned at you. “You … literally made my legs numb.”

A twinkling laugh left your lips that made your boyfriend’s heart swell with pride. “I’m glad my birthday present could do that. We can just lay here and wait for our legs to recover.”

You arched forward to bring a pillow closer so your boyfriend could lay down and pull you on top of him. You hadn’t realised it but there was now a niggling ache around your knees and Jun-ho’s butt as you brought your hands to massage at your knee. It wasn’t the best idea to have sex on the hard floor of your living room. You had a lot to fix for next time. He still couldn’t understand how you orchestrated this entire thing, his hands drawing random shapes at the back of your shoulder as he glanced down to inquire.

“How did you even manage to pull this off?”

“Well I had some help for today. I had to wait for you to leave before me and my friends set to work to bake the cakes. They helped put the cake on my body. Don’t worry they were all girls. I also asked your mom to distract you and your Captain to send you home by lunchtime.”

Everyone was in on it as his facial expressions scrunched up into a slightly unamused face. If his mother and captain were in on the surprise then that meant, they knew - an uncomfortable shudder went down his spine as you laughed at his calculating thoughts.

“Don’t worry, birthday boy! Your mother and the captain don’t know what we did. They think we had a birthday lunch, that's all.”

“More like a birthday dessert.”

You rolled your eyes as you had another bite at the cake you made. Appreciating the way it was made as the two of you relaxed in a blissful silence. Jun-ho listed this as his best birthday ever and he had a long way to go to exceed the expectations with your birthday coming. Cleaning up would come later after you rested in each other’s arms, basking in the after glow of your intimate sex.

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