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kyloxox · 3 years ago

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Number 456(Seong Gi-Hun x Reader Smut)

Summary: You and Gi-Hun meet during the Squid Games and join alliances. What happens when he tries to protect you from the night fights?

Warnings: Age gap, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, creampie, fingering, oral, dirty talk, mention of death.

You didn’t notice him, when you first arrived or even at the first game. He didn’t really stand out. He was shy and quiet. But so were you. No one looked or even acknowledged you and if you were being honest you didn’t mind. A lot of the people in there were rough and brutal.

After the first game you were struck with fear and terror. You didn’t know what to do but you wanted out. You stood in the ground as several players begged for them to be free. You would have joined them, you should have joined them but then a man appeared in the front of the crowd saying that if everyone voted for whether they would like to stay or not.

That's when you noticed him. He was the first to vote. His tall figure walked up slowly as he reached to two options. He pressed to end the game. You sighed at his choice, he was smart. You were only about 10 people behind him. You also chose to end the game, only a sane person would.

As you turned away from the panels you made eye contact with him. He was staring directly at you. He sent you a small smile you were guessing it was because of your choice. At the end of it the final decision was to leave.

After a long drive of being tied and blindfolded. You were suddenly thrown out of a car with another person. He started to scream for someone to help him.

“Hey! Hey! I’m right here.” You yelled back at him. Your hands met his face and grabbed the blind fold off. As Gi-Hun was able to see again his eyes adjusted to the street lights he turned to you. Blind folded as well, hands tied and in your underwear. He did a double take as he stared down at your almost naked form.

“Please untie me.” You whined to him. He moved his attention towards your hands and moved his mouth down. He started to skillfully untie it with his teeth. Soon the knot was undone. As your hands were free you untied your feet. You then took off your blindfold. You turned to see the man next to you in just his boxers. You examined his body, a lean long figure with toned abs flexed as he struggled against his restraints. You were distracted until he finally caught your attention by kicking one of your legs with his tighten ones.

“Right sorry.” You bent down to untie his hands and legs. Gi-Hun rolls his wrists as they were free from their confines. He stood up and you followed his lead. Now here the both of you were standing in the middle of the street in the dark wearing just your under garments.

You turned your attention to the ground to see your clothes spilled around the road. You quickly shifted through the things to find your own. You remember wearing a white shirt when getting picked up so you grabbed the first one on the ground. As you slipped it over your head, you realized how big it seemed to be on you. Maybe you lost weight while at the game? That would be nearly impossible it had only been 24 hours.

“I-ugh-I think that’s my shirt.” The man in front of you said.

“Oh right. Sorry.” You were about to take it off but he stops you.

“It’s alright, it seems they only put one of the shirts in here.” He shifted through the bag and there wasn't another piece of white fabric.

“But you’ll need a shirt-” He stops your sentence as he holds up a jacket.

“Don’t worry I came prepared.” You smiled at his dorky comment.

“Ok thank you.” You looked down at the ground in embarrassment. “Well I guess I should be going. It was nice to meet you.”

“You too.” He smiled at you before you turned away.

It was nice to meet you?

God y/n, what were you thinking?

As you walked back home you contemplated the interaction you had. You probably sounded so stupid. You guys just came back from a death game show and you said it was nice to meet in. In there? You were probably overthinking the interaction, it wasn't like you were gonna see him again right?

As you stood at the stop you felt like an idiot. Days before you were begging to go home and now you’re waiting to come back. You stood in the silent street and the coldness made goosebumps appear on your skin. The ride to the place is the same, you don't remember it.

You wake up with a gasp as you are blinded by the bright lights in the room. You look around and see everyone. It is similar to the amount of people you left with. You also spot him, 456. He's talking to the old man. He looks even more attractive now and you don't even know why. You shake your head out of the thought, you need to stay focused on the game not him.

After escaping your death by seconds you exit the demented playroom. As you walk down the colorful stairs you notice Gi-Hun a few people in front of you. He was the name who saved you, truly. Without his technique of licking the shape you would be dead. You quickly move past the people in front of you with a quick excuse me and you finally reach him.

“You saved my life back there.” You say as you walk up to him.

“Huh?” He says to you as he turns with those adorable confused eyes.

“The licking, you came up with it.” You say in response. As you admire his features you notice the small gray hairs scattering his black, indicating he is older than you.

“Oh right. Well I’m happy you made it.” He smiles.

“Thanks.” You feel heat rise to your face from his comment, it probably didn’t even mean anything. He was just being a good competitor. You both walk back in silence into the main room. As you reach the room you see two men staring at Gi-Hun who seem happy that he made it.

“It will take a whole lot more to kill, Gi-Hun.” He laughs with one of the men. The comment makes you feel more flustered. He made everything he said sound so hot. As the men continue their conversation they speak on their terms of picking their shapes.

The taller man apologizes for wanted their team to separate but Gi-Hun replies in kind remarks that he was the one who chose the umbrella. Again another comment that makes your face and body heat up. Gi-Hun was so kind and caring he didn’t belong in a place like this.

“Yeah the whole team made it.” The taller man then finishes the conversation with that before he turns to you. Gi-Hun catches this and comes to your rescue before it turns into an awkward exchange.

“This is y/n. I met her after our first day and she now claims I saved her life but I think it was herself who saved her.” He laughs and bumps you with his elbow. Your face couldn’t be more flustered by this man.

“It’s nice to met you all.” The two men introduced themselves to you as Ali and Sang-woo.

“I was thinking she could join our team.” Gi-Hun said with an enthusiastic grin. He turned from his teammates to you, same innocent smile on his face. “If you would like to y/n, no pressure.”

“Sure, why not?” You said in response it couldn't hurt to have a few allies. Especially Gi-Hun.

Both Gi-Hun and Ali seemed excited to have another member but you couldn’t grasp Sang-woo’s expression. He seemed serious and almost upset. The man, Ali began to engage a conversation with you. As you walked with him Sang-woo stayed behind with Gi-Hun.

“Gi-Hun, you really invited a girl to our team?” Sang-woo whispered over to Gi-Hun when they walked away from you. Gi-Hun looked over at with a confused expression.

“Huh?”

“We all know girls are the weak links here, they aren’t strong enough for some of these tasks.”

“Y/n will be fine.”

“All I’m saying is don’t sabotage yourself and your chances for this girl.” Sang-woo said with strict eyes as he walked away from Gi-Hun. Gi-Hun stayed put as he tried to think about what Sang-woo said but he saw you looking at him with a small smile and that drained any negative thoughts Gi-Hun had.

It was another day of torture in this cold, lifeless room. As you laid in bed you felt a presence near you and you jumped up.

“Hey, hey it’s me.” You heard the kind voice you knew so well.

“Gi-Hun?” You said as you looked at him in the dime light.

“There could be attacks tonight. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“Thank you. I’m fine, right now.”

“Good, good. I guess I should return-” You place your hand on his as he started to move away. He stared at your hand on his almost uncertain.

“Stay. Protect me. And I’ll protect you.” You whispered moving over in your bed.

He shifted is way next to you. The bed was small but it could fit you two. You were facing each other staring at each other’s features. You turned around so your back was facing him but you moved against his body. He melted into you as he wrapped his arms around your body. He was breathing against your neck and it sent shivers down your spine.

The hand he had wrapped around your belly began to slowly touch the exposed part of your belly where your shirt rose up. He then continued his touches by moving his hand slowly to your exposed waist. Your breathing began to grow heavier as his calloused hands made sweet contact with your skin. He moved closer to you so it mouth was closer to your neck, barely needing to move in order to touch you. Soon he is sending kisses up your neck. You grind your ass against his boner as he continues the attack on your neck.

“We have to be quiet.” You whispered to him.

“I know I can be, but can you?”

“Yes, Gi-Hun just give it to me please. Give me anything.”

He pulls down your track suit bottoms and moves your panties to the side. He feels as wetness coats his fingers and he continues to swim in it. You haven’t been touched in so long and his hands were addictive.

“You feel so good.” You whined to him. He moves his finger tip to the entrances of your hole. You jump up at the feeling. It was electric and you wanted nothing more than his thick fingers pushing against your walls.

“So sensitive.” He responded to your action. You move your hand to his crotch and start stroking him through his pants. He moans in your ear at the touch.

It’s embarrassing for him to admit but Gi-Hun probably hasn’t had sex in years. Probably since his divorce like 6 years ago. And the feeling of your hand was like the touch of an angel. The fabric was corse on his dick but it didn’t hurt it was pleasurable.

“Baby.” He moans in your ear in this soft voice. His voice was addictive almost as addictive as his touch on you and your touch on him. Both your bodies were burning up in the cold dark room.

You didn’t waste much time moving yourself under the covers until you were faced with his clothed boner. You bite your lips as you look at the size of it straining against the fabric. You grab the top of his pants and boxers and bring the fabric down. You gasp as it reveals itself to you.

“Fuck.” You whisper to yourself and you guess Gi-Hun can hear you even under the covers cause you hear him laugh a little. You shut his laugh up with a long lick from the base to the tip. You feel him grip the sheets below you before he moves one of his hands in your hair. While his long fingers dig into your scalp he drags your head up and down. You didn’t mind the instruction, it helped you pleasure your savior even more. He was your savior after all in every game he helped you survive. You continue your attack on him until he stops you. You reveal yourself from under the sheets.

“I wanna have some fun with you.” He explains as he sees your confused expression.

He pulls down your track suit and underwear completely and throws them to the edge of the bed. He lays at the end of the bed also. His face meets your cunt and he stares at it to memorize his features. A few seconds later he is diving into the sweet mound in front of him. He doesn’t devour you though. No. Not like ravenous animal. He takes his time with you. Slow long clits against your clit, like the ones he took at the honeycomb. The texture of his rough tongue against your most sensitive area sends stock waves through out your body.

“Gi-Hun fuck.” You breath as you throw your head back and close your eyes at the sensation. His wet tongue never leaves your clit as it gives it lick after lick. It was better than you imagined when you fantasized it during the 2nd game. He’s licking at you like you're ice cream, the best ice cream in the world. And he wants every taste. He gives one final lick before he is resting his head against your thigh looking up at you with his puppy dog eyes.

“You taste sweeter than that sugar. Much funner to lick too.” He laughs against your thigh, before moving back down. Now he begins a more wild assault as he sucks your clit into his mouth. As he does his eyes never leave yours, he wants to see every reaction and see what he’s doing to you. For a spilt second he leaves you and you whine.

“Open your eyes baby, I wanna see you.” Gi-Hun says before he dives back into you. You bite your lip but obey his requests. Now his eyes on you aren’t lonely and you both stare wildly at each other. His eyes are soft and almost innocent, like he truly is only licking honeycomb when in reality it is so much dirtier.

His hand that was holding a grip on your thigh moves down to where his mouth plays. He swipes them lightly against your entrance, collecting a bit of wetness. Your hips involuntarily grind up as his miss his touch. He laughs at your action and repeats his actions, which cause you to repeat the grind of your hips.

“So desperate, especially in the middle of all this.” Gi-Hun finally gives into your requests and sinks two fingers deep into you. You moan at the feeling and grind your hips up again.

“Thought I’d finally get these hips to control themselves by doing this, but it’s just making it worse. Maybe I should stop.”

“No, no please don’t stop I want more. I want you.” You whimper against him. Gi-Hun looks like he is thinking for a second before speaking. He moves up the bed so he is now on top of you.

“You want it bad don’t you baby?” Gi-hun grips his dick as he lines it up with your entrance.

“Fuck yes gi-hun. I want to feel you in me.” You whimpered as you felt the tip of his hardness poke your entrance. Gi-Hun is panting above you before he starts to slowly push himself into you. You gasped and moaned at the foreign feeling of him inside you.

He then moved his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him. “Shh, we have to be quiet.” He said as he began to move slowly. As he held himself up his sweaty hair draped his face. He looked sinful with his eyes glued shut and his mouth open slipping out small moans. You clench down on him and Gi-Hun can’t even listen to his own advice when he throws his head back and let out a moan at the sudden contraction.

“Wet tight little girl, aren’t you.” He whimpered above you as he began to thrust his hips trying his hardest not to come too soon. Even though he’s not inexperienced Gi-Hun is convinced that you're the tightest cunt he’s ever had.

“Please go faster.” You whine beneath him as his slow thrusts you torture you with a glimpse of his full potential. You to wrap your legs around him and grab onto his soft hair. And with more stability Gi-Hun is able to give more forceful thrusts that sent you into a whirlwind.

“Fucking slut wants me to fuck her hard so everyone can hear.” He whispered in your ear. You took a quick look around the room, everybody seemed to be asleep. As you stared back at the man in-front of you, you gushed around him as you looked at his face, he was in bliss and his dopey smile made you even hotter against him. Even after he says such filthy words his face still displays his kind nature. You let out an involuntary moan that was probably louder than it should have been.

“Shh baby.” He whispered in your ear. “No one else gets to hear your pretty moans except me.” He moved one of his hands from balancing himself to covering your mouth. His hand was so huge it nearly covered the first half of your face. He continued his forceful thrusts into you as you begged and muffled into his hand. You looked up at him with pleading eyes as you watched his body move against yours.

“You wanna win that price money don’t you?” He whispered in your ear. You looked at him with confused eyes that still hid mischief behind them. “I’m gonna win it for you baby.” He started to thrust faster. “Gonna make sure you’re safe and comfortable. We’re gonna win this competition. I’ll do it all for you baby.” His promises make you gush around him. Now all you can imagine is your life with him after this, living like the rich with not debts. He finally moves his hand from your mouth cause all he wants to hear now is your moans.

“Gi-Hun.” Is all you can say in response to him. “Please.”

“Please what?” He says with that same concerned adorable face.

“Come in me.” He groans at your request and his hits stutter at the thought. He still holds his balance but you can see him grow weaker. It’s hot the way his eyes focus on yours, focusing all their strength into staring at you in your drunken haze.

“Fuck yeah baby I’ll come in you.” He moans back continuing his fast but sloppy thrusts but they are more than enough to send you over the edge. “I’ll give you what you want.” His promise makes the build up in your stomach overflow and soon you feel yourself coming.

“Gi-Hun I’m coming.” You whimper still holding onto his hair with all your strength. Your body hits you with an unreal feeling of pleasure ripple through your body. Your hand fly from his hair to clutching the sheets beneath you. He fucks you through your orgasm as he inches closer to his. As you help him through his orgasm you bring your hands to his hair against. You guide his face to yours and you connect your lips with his. The kiss is magnetic as you don’t stop kissing him and he doesn’t stop either. Before you know it Gi-Hun is breaking away from the kiss to let out a moan.

“Fuck I’m coming, fuck I’m coming baby.” He moans as you feel his body stiffen. He pumps his hot load into you and you feel full of his warm cum. He pulls out and stares down at your cunt, his seed slowly slipping out of you. He gulps as he moves his eyes to yours. He collapses next to you.

“Do you think anyone heard?” You said looking around.

“Maybe you were kinda loud.” He joked.

“Says you.” You reply.

“It seems like there isn't gonna be any attack tonight.” Gi-Hun also began to look around the room.

“Maybe not. You should still stay just incase you know.”

“Okay yeah.” He says looking at you with unsure eyes. You suppose Gi-Hun is back to his shy self. You grab his hand to give him a sign to relax and you lay back down. He follows soon after, wrapping his arms around you.

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intellectualfallacy · 3 years ago

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Hi! I've been waiting for someone to do a professor!Gi Hun can udo it like he's a funny teacher type and reader is the only student who actually cared in the class. Can we have it in smut too

A/N: Thanks for the request! Hope you guys enjoy!

Rating: Mature 18+

MINORS DONT INTERACT

Warning(s): Smut, Slight Dom/Sub, Mouth Covering

“There’s nothing worse than that.” Professor Seong joked, giving off his signature smile. A few chuckles and laughs came from the hall. I was one of them. I always sat in the same spot. Three rows, three seats to the left that gave me a direct view to him. I planned to sit in the back rows. I was never one to try and participate. I much would rather glide through a class than cause attention. That was until I walked in the room first day.

I saw him greeting others at the front of the class, instantly noting how handsome he was. He had to be the youngest professor I'd seen on that campus. Even today, that might be true. He dressed in sleek suits, looking almost like a businessman than a professor. Everyone seemed to like him. He had a certain charisma that was hard to pin down and his humor made it easy to speak to him. I felt my cheeks heat as I started to walk down the hall stairs. It felt rude not to introduce myself, everyone else was. I'd probably grab his attention more if I didn't. Is that a bad thing?

I swallowed my embarrassment as the student before me left, being met with a warm smile from him. "Good Morning. I'm Professor Seong, I'm glad to be your professor this semester." He said, a hand extending towards me. I grasped his hand as I said, "I'm (Y/N). I hope to learn a lot this semester." His hand grasped mine, returning his smile. As we shook hands we stared at each other. His hand felt warm, and more importantly, no rings. "That's my goal." He replied, giving my hand a small squeeze before letting go. I gulped nothing as I bowed slightly, going towards the first rows. I could have sworn that was a smirk that he gave me but I could just be taking things further than they were. As I sat, he went to his desk, glancing at me before standing to introduce himself to the small class.

He finished with the lecture as I snapped out of my flashback. That was in the beginning of the semester. Now its almost three weeks until the end which meant exams. My grade wasn't bad but could definitely be better. "Are there any other questions?" He asked as he placed a marker down. I glanced around. No one was doing anything. Many of them had already packed and were joking. Another was drawing as some just looked down. As fun as he is, I suppose his new professor status made it easy to slack off. I felt bad. He was genuinely interested in the work and he tried to make it fun. I wish they would appreciate him more. My cheeks flushed as I imagined how I would show my appreciation. Maybe that's why my grade is so low. I'd rather fantasize than do anything. He cleared his throat before saying, "Then you're dismissed. I'll have office hours later in the afternoon today so if you need to, please make sure to meet me then." I packed my things as people started leaving the class. Once I was ready to leave, only two or three students remained as Professor Song sat at his desk, beginning to flip through papers. As he read, he reached to his tie, loosening it as well as a button. It was hard not to stare but I did so, making my way towards the exit with the last students. It was difficult not to think of him in that way. He was everything I fantasized about and now he had an excuse to hold office hours late. If I came at the last minute, I highly doubt there'd be anyone else around. As I walked out, I glanced back, seeing him let out a loud sigh. He could use the appreciation.

I tried to slow my heartbeat as I walked back towards the lecture hall, the sun disappearing and the halls abandoned. I clutched my bag, taking deep breaths. I'm just going for essay help, that's it. If something else happened, I wouldn't be against it. It wouldn't be too suspicious. I was wearing the same skirt and blouse as earlier, though I did add a bit more makeup. That wasn't too obvious. I hope.

Opening the door, I glanced, seeing he was sitting at his desk, alone. He looked up as I walked in. I was surprised to see him wearing glasses. He never wore them during class. His blazer and tie were gone, leaving him in a white dress shirt. "(Y/N)." He said, putting down the pen he had in his hand. "I apologize, Professor, is it too late to come for help?" I asked, letting the door shut behind me. He shook his head. "No, it's not, you came just in time. I was planning on leaving in a few minutes." He replied. Shit, he probably has something to do. Of course he would, he's a busy man!

I felt like an idiot. "I-I could come back another day." I said nervously, beginning to feel my cheeks burn. "(Y/N), it's fine." He said, giving me a small smile. I nodded as I made my way towards him. He removed his blazer from a seat and pulled it, placing it at the end of his desk. "Thank you. I'm sure you've been busy." I said as I sat, him shifting his seat to face me. "Busy with assignments, not tutoring. You'd be surprised how little students actually take advantage of it." He said. "If only they would." I said. "What did you want me to help you with?" He asked, eyes looking into mines. “Last weeks essay.” I said as I pulled the essay out of my bag. I placed it on the table as I said, “You said I needed to polish my thesis. I’d like to know more.” He nodded. “Of course.” He said, moving his chairs closer to me. He looked down at the paper, reading over the introduction. I stared at him as he did so. I never thought I’d fall for a man years older than me. Who wouldn’t fall for him though? He looked beautiful as he read the paper, his profile and skin looking soft. He had a light stubble across his cheeks. He should let his beard grow out. He must look amazing with one. Would he kept it clean cut? He probably would. Would-

Suddenly, his head turned, looking at me. “(Y/N)?” He asked. It sounded like he was repeating it. “Excuse me?” I replied, looking away in embarrassment. Was he asking something? Ugh, I was supposed to be here for ‘tutoring’ and yet I couldn’t pay attention. He cleared his throat, looking away from me for a moment. He stayed silent as I saw his jaw clenched, looking deep in thought.“I can’t help but notice you’re constantly distracted. Are you like this in your other classes?” He said as he looked back. His gaze seemed more intense. My breath hitched as he kept eyesight. “I’m sorry.” Going against the nervous pit in my stomach, I relaxed against the chair I sat on, spreading my legs. The skirt fabric flitted between my thighs. “I get distracted.” I said, keeping my hands on the armchairs. His adams apple bobbed as he watched me, taking a deep breath before responding. “What makes you distracted?” He asked, scanning my body. I don’t know why that turned me on more. “You, Professor.” I spread my legs a bit further. “I need help with something else.” I said. He groaned as his eyes roamed my body. “How is that?” He asked, staring back at me. I never got to say it out load before. “I need you to help me cum.” I said, bringing a hand to my thigh and grazing the inside of it. I could hear him take in a deep breath.

"Was there anyone outside as you came here?" He asked. I shook my head. "Go lock the door." He said, removing his glasses. "Why?" I asked. "Do you want someone to walk in on us?" He asked. He smirked as he watched me drop my bag, rushing to the door to lock it. Locking the door, I walked back. I watched as he relaxed back in his leather chair, his arms draped on the armchair. I took a deep breath as I saw him nod to me. Taking his cue, I walked up to him, moving my legs to either side of his legs. Sitting on his lap, I moved my hands to grab onto his shoulders. Our faces were inches away from each other. I let out a shaky breath, feeling as his hands rested on my hips. "What’s next?" He asked. "You kiss me." I answered. His lips slammed into mines, moaning as he pushed our hips together. We moved against each other before he bit on my bottom lip, causing me to moan as I grinded down onto him. The skirt allowed for easy access, the thin lace underwear rubbing against his slacks. I let my mouth fall open, enjoying the way his tongue felt against mines. We both stayed like that for a few minutes. Enjoying the way each other felt and trying to take it all in. I’ve wanted this for so long and in my fantasies he’d be thinking the same. I just wanted to savor it for so long.

I groaned as my hands grasped tightly on his shoulders. My wetness grew as his cock did underneath me. I pushed against him, huffing as I said, “Hold on, Professor.” He let go, chuckling slightly. “It’s Gihun. Just call me Gihun.” He replied, a hand rubbed up and down my side. I nodded. “What did you want to say?” Gihun asked. “T-That I need more.” I replied. He gave a smirk before bringing a hand down, sliding under my skirt. My breath hitched as his fingertips grazed my slit, my panties adding more friction. "You're so wet." He groaned. He stayed there, circling my clit through them for what felt like forever. I moaned as he did so, his lips connecting to my neck. I tried to grasp at him through his shirt, moving my hips along with his motions. My moans began to rise as he moved my panties to the side, grazing them across my slit before two digits drove into me. His thumb grazed my clit as he started at a quick pace."Gihun." I moaned out, realizing that the word echoed through the room. He kept up his movements across my body. I could feel the sweet aches across my neck, him licking over them occasionally. Suddenly, he pulled out his fingers from me, bringing both up to grasped my hips, picking me up. Involuntarily, I wrapped my legs around his hips.

He sat me down on the desk, throwing off any papers into a pile on the floor. While he did so I threw off my shoes and beginning to take off my blouse. "Let me help." He said, coming back and joining my hands in removing it. He pushed me down gently, making me shiver as my back met the cold desk. He let me adjust before moving me how he wanted to. Luckily it was spacious enough that I could place my legs on top of it, Gihun placing them so I was full display. He towered over me, a dark lust in his eyes as he lifted my skirt. I let out a shaky breath as he grabbed the hem of the panties and sliding them off. He smirked as he saw the gleam of wetness at my core, placing them down. "How do you want me to make you cum?" He asked, staring down at me. "I want you to fuck me." I replied. "I'd love to." His lips crashed into mines as his clothed bulge grinded down onto me. I whimpered against his lips, my hands coming up to grasp at the arms that were on either side of me. He kept going, his tongue delving into mines. Eventually, he moved back off of me, leaving me to recover my breath as he unzipped his pants, taking them off. "I know there isn't a lot of people around," He stripped the rest of his clothes quickly, making me moan as his cock sprang free. He was larger than what I imagined. He was a bit thicker than what I've had before. He chuckled before continuing, "but keep your voice down." Reaching into a drawer, he grabbed his wallet, taking out a condom. "You just keep those lying around?" I joked, him smirking as he ripped open the wrapper. "If I didn't we wouldn't be able to do this." He replied, putting it on. I rolled my eyes, causing him to let out a small laugh. "Maybe one day we won't need to use one." I said with a smile. He stopped for a second, looking a little caught off guard. Might as well try and shoot my shot. Instead of replying, he rubbed the tip of his cock across my slit, his lips capturing mines in a passionate kiss. I fought not to moan loudly as he began to enter me, bringing my hands to grasp at his shoulders as I clenched my eyes shut. He groaned against me, a hand grabbing my thighs as the other inched up, pulling down my bra to expose my breasts. My nails dug into him as he eventually bottomed out, causing my legs to shake slightly. Maybe I was too horny or I haven’t fucked in a while but he felt.. amazing. He really did. He reached right where I needed and his was thick enough where I felt pleasantly spread.

He moved back from me as he began a steady pace, pulling back slightly with deliberate strokes. His hands went down to grasp my hips, mines going to grab at his wrists. I opened my eyes after a moment. His eyes never left my body as he began, mouth agape as he let out soft groans. I did my best to keep quiet every time he hit my sweet spot, moaning softly as he began to quicken his pace. “Shit.” He cursed, hips meeting mines and giving an obscene noise. His hands left my hips, one coming up to grab my breast as the other went down to circle my clit. “Gihun.” I yelled out, both sensations becoming too much. I yelped as I felt the hand on my breast come to cover my mouth. He didn’t stop his movements as I grabbed his forearm. I didn’t push him off, though. “I said not to get loud.” He said between his teeth, struggling to keep his grunts quiet. I nodded, involuntarily squeezing around him as his hand tightened slightly. He bit his lip as his eyebrows scrunched, the items on the desk starting to shake more the harder he thrust. I couldn’t do much but take him, enjoying the way I felt as if I was giving over to him. I began to whimper against his hand as I felt my orgasm coming on. His thrusts moved me roughly against the surface, enjoying the way it felt after a while. The mix of sensations became too much and before I could warn him, I came. My eyes rolled back in pleasure as his hand kept its place, muffling the moan that escaped me. My body tensed as I did, causing him to curse as his fast pace become sporadic. He let out a loud groan as he came, hands stilling my hips as he thrust slowly through his orgasm.

He slowly pulled out, moving back as I let my legs fall off the desk. I laid there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling of the lecture hall as I heard him fall into his chair. Both of us stayed silent for a moment, trying to catch our breaths. After a while, I sat up. He sat there, watching me in contemplation. He must have thrown the condom away while I laid. “Are you alright?” I asked, fixing my bra as my skirt fell back into place. He stared for a moment before asking, “Do you want to go home with me?” My eyes widened in surprise. “Really?” I asked. He gave a sly smile. “You did say there’d be a next time and I don’t want to wait the next time you get one of these ideas.” He said as he stood up, placing himself in front of me once again. He brought a hand up to my chin. “Is that alright?” He asked. “Yes.”

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gothbusterz · 3 years ago

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Obey - Dom!Gi-Hun x Brat!Reader

Sometimes, a spoilt little brat needs a wake up call.

Warnings - Rough sex, light degradation, choking, spitting (I need Jesus HELP ME)

Word count - 2.1k

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His eyes rolled, irritation flooding his veins as he half listened to her ramblings of how someone had mildly inconvenienced her. The way she spat her words as if someone had seriously wronged her rubbed him the wrong way. He didn’t really care anymore; she’d been bitching for so long now. The inconsequential matter she was so pressed about was so pointless in the grand scheme of things.

Maybe it was his own fault. He’d lavished her with the finest. She wanted for nothing but she still found a way to complain. It bothered him. Plain and simple. He’d gone through absolute hell to get the money he used to spoil her, and she’d never had to work a day in her life, and she never would. Her wealthy family had kept her secluded from the real world for her whole life, controlling who she saw and who she spoke to. Her family loved him; wealthy and handsome - perfect for their most precious daughter.

Her father was a banker, and knew Gi-Hun well. He knew he had spectacular wealth, and it was then he decided that Gi-Hun would be the man for his only child. Gi-Hun was hesitant at first, but the woman he met wasn’t who he was expecting. She paid for her own drinks, and demanded that they split the bill at the most high class restaurants. She seemed down to earth and smart. She made him laugh and she laughed at his jokes. He fell in love with her that night, but as time progressed, her true colours began to show. She was still beautiful and smart, but she was nowhere even close to grounded. She was spoilt, and he saw that as soon as something didn’t go her way.

Most of the time, she was the light of his life. She was appreciative of him, at least. She always said her pleases and thank yous, always waited her turn. But to her family and the rest of the world, she was a materialistic brat. She expected the lifestyle she’d been raised with; never appreciating the shining silver spoon that had been in her mouth since birth.

He zoned back in, and she was still going on. A frustrated sigh left his lips before something snapped, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her close to his face. “For once, shut the fuck up.”

His lips aggressively captured hers, finding solace in the small moan she released as he tugged at her hair. He just needed her to stop and he was going to shut her up the best way he knew how. Roughly pulling her to her feet, his large frame towered over hers. Pulling away, his eyes were dark with lust and annoyance. “Bedroom. Strip and sit on the bed. Wait for the me.”

His voice was a low growl, dripping with venom. She knew when he was like this that she had no choice but to obey, or be severely punished. For the first time all day, she was in stunned silence. His eyes narrowed at her delay, and he raised a large hand. It made heavy contact with her cheek, his fingers gently stroking the skin he had just slapped. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

She swallowed thickly and nodded, turning her back and heading towards their shared bedroom. Jesus, if her father saw this he’d drop dead on the spot. The perfect, kind man he’d chosen for his little girl was secretly a dark, demanding lover when irritated; and, oh, was she irritating.

He waited a few seconds before strolling his way into the kitchen and taking a swig straight out of a whiskey bottle. He grunted as the straight liquor spread a cold feeling over his tongue and throat. Taking a deep breath, he very slowly made his way up the stairs. He wanted her waiting. He wanted to give her enough time to follow his instructions, lest he have to punish her even more. He took each step one at a time, leisurely strolling down the hallway before turning into the open door of their bedroom.

She laid there on the bed, naked and waiting. Exactly how he’d wanted her. A dark smirk took over his lips. “Such a good girl… keep that up and I might let you cum this time.”

A small groan left her lips as her mind was cast back to the last time she’d disobeyed his orders; shackled to the bed by her hands and feet, spread open and trapped as he sat in his desk chair, watching her writhe with a smirk as he sipped at his whiskey from a fine crystal class. Each time she’d back settle down, he’d place his drink down on the expensive wooden desk, lick his lips and bring her back to the edge with his skilled tongue before withdrawing and sitting back down right before she could cum. It seemed as though his patience rivalled no one else. He could sit and watch her for hours as she begged and pleaded to be fucked. He ignored her, tutting as he reminded her with a smirk that he was the one in charge, not her.

Pushing her back as she sat up, he crawled over her, his hands running the course of her body and leaving goosebumps in his wake. She shivered under his touch, trying to bring her lips to his only to be met with a strong hand gripping her hair again and pulling her head back. She had no power, as he’d made it abundantly clear. She was to be a toy for him to use.

His thumb parted her lips, dragging her mouth open by her jaw before he spat into her open, awaiting mouth. He firmly pushed her back onto the bed, lifting his old tshirt excruciatingly slowly. Her eyes scanned his skin as more and more became visible. He was a beauty of a man; toned and strong. A work of sheer erotic art. She breathed deep as he pushed the shirt over his strong shoulders down his arms, letting it fall to the carpet.

“Can you manage to be a good girl this time or do I need to tie you up again? Hm?”

She whimpered and nodded, sitting up on her knees obediently; desperately not wanting to be tied up again as she knew he wouldn’t let her cum if he had to do that. He hummed in satisfaction, his fingers gently holding her chin with his left hand while his right made quick work of his loose sweatpants and boxers. Getting rid of them, standing as naked as she was, he brought her forward to sit on her knees. His right hand lazily stroked himself, watching her every move before staring down into her innocent eyes with an insatiable lust.

The left hand gently holding her chin swiftly moved down, gripping her throat firmly. She gasped for air, locking eyes with him as her lips parted. She looked so delicious and fragile; ready to be absolutely shattered. Her hand met his around her throat, squeezing and staring up at him with pleading eyes. His grip tightened with her blessing.

Stepping forward, he pulled her so she was face to face with his hard cock. He tapped at her lips, staring down at her with intensity. Parting her plump lips, he didn’t give her a chance to adjust before he bunched her hair in a ponytail and pulled her forward to take him all the way into her mouth. She choked, hands bracing on his thighs as her nails dug in. He let out a wild groan, her throat constricting around him as she gagged. Beginning to thrust, he fucked her face with a consistent speed, withdrawing only to shove back in with more and more power. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall as she tried to hold her composure with his cock ramming at her throat. He chucked darkly, slowing down and bringing his finger to tenderly wipe away a tear. “Fuck you’re being such a good girl. Keep going and I’ll reward- mm - I’ll reward you”

His breath caught in his throat as his words rasped through his lips. He wasn’t going to admit that he was getting close to just cumming down her throat after the couple of minutes she’d had him. He’d never admit that everything she did drove him absolutely wild. She was so intoxicating to him, he could cum with just a touch from her. He’d never had that before with a woman, and he wasn’t going to let it go anytime soon.

He pulled back swiftly, and she caught her breath as a trail of saliva fell from the corner of her lips. Her eyes were still wet with tears as she panted, her throat recovering from the intrusion. His thumb wiped the spit from her chin and he pressed a very gently kiss to her swollen lips - a moment of tenderness as an intermission between his harshness. She melted, her arms finding their way around his neck.

As soon as it came, the moment of tenderness was gone as he grabbed the wrists sitting loosely on his shoulders in one large hand, squeezing tightly and pushing her onto her back further up the bed as his body caged hers into the sheets beneath her.

��You really think you deserve to touch me yet?” He tutted before engulfing her lips in a passionate embrace, tongue forcing his way past her lips to dance with hers.

She let out a shameless moan into his mouth, grinding upward to desperately try to find some friction with the knee bent between her thighs. He wanted to keep teasing her. He wanted her to suffer; but seeing her so desperate, writhing for any kind of friction between her thighs, just did something to him. In one swift motion, he let go of her wrists and flipped her over to have her kneeling with her cheek pressed into the sheets and ass in the air; on display for him. His hand roughly met the sensitive skin of her ass in a harsh slap, leaving a bright red imprint of him. His hand pressed into the side of her head that was facing him, covering her ear and pushing her down with force as he roughly pushed himself inside her from behind.

He couldn’t stifle the animistic growl that left his lips as he bottomed out inside her without giving her a chance to adjust. She was so warm and tight that it made his head spin. His hips stuttered as he almost blew it right then and there, but he took a deep breath and bit his lip, fighting it before giving in and thrusting his hips roughly. Skin smacked against skin as he bent over her, her back pressed flush against his chest as he gripped at her hair again to pull her head back. She squealed, her head rolling to the side to meet his eyes under his grip on her hair. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass as he used it as leverage to thrust harder, faster and deeper, pulling pornographic moans from her lips each time he collided with that one spot deep inside of her.

She felt herself clench around him as she took in the sight before, well, behind her. He was a stunning specimen of a man at any time, but when he was like this it was something else entirely. His hair laid slick against his forehead as his head lulled back in ecstasy, eyes squeezed closed. Small huffs left his lips as he got closer and closer to his release. His eyes opened and he caught her staring back at him, pants and ragged breaths passing through a devilish smirk.

“You’re so tight, baby. F-fuck!” He grunted breathily, the rest of his sentence whispered so low that it couldn’t be heard. She felt his rhythm falter into uneven, rough jerks. His fingertips turned white from how hard he gripped at her skin, leaving red indents in their place. A few more thrusts and his head fell back, a string of grunted curses falling from his perfect lips as she felt warmth spilling out deep inside her. He thrusted slowly a couple more times, falling forward against her back with his head resting in the crook of her neck, placing tiny kisses as he came down from his high. His breath fanned against her sweat-tinted skin, cooling it as he panted out a strained whisper.

“Such a good girl… my good little girl…”

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gihunscumsock · 3 years ago

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gi hun and shower sex???!!!!? the thought has not and will not leave my mind

YESSSSS ALREADY ON THE LIST DUE TO MY OWN THINKING LMFAO

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theganymedes · 2 years ago

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GIRLFRIENDS…!? [ k. sae-byeok ]

content warnings — intoxication, explicit sexual/profane speech eluding to smut, etc..

note — HI ALL! i’m back and i’ve missed tumblr sm. i promised to put out some of my unpublished saebyeok pieces and this is the first of many. BEWARE! this is a very lusty MATURE plot sparked by one of my favorite songs that i wrote like forever ago— it is the foreplay/first part to a smut i began and never finished. there is no real smut in this piece, and if you’re into that sort of thing, it will leave you wanting for more! read at ur own risks luv! (if you like this enough, i’ll finish the second part for you (if requested!), but this is pretty cute on it’s own, imo :) i hope you enjoy!

synopsis — you’re not sober, and saebyeok, (who apparently might be your girlfriend) is on the way…

Okay. You really need to stop drinking.

It isn't helping. In fact, it's making everything worse. With every bittersweet swig of Stella Rosa, you crave the taste of something much more satisfying— Much more intoxicating.

Saebyeok's lips.

You sigh softly, your tongue sliding across the roof of your mouth with a chuckle as you shook your head at yourself, staring back at the MacBook screen thats still blank, besides your name and a due date prompted in MLA format on the left hand corner.

You’re supposed to be writing a paper for your english course, yet it's nearly 1AM and you got nothing— You're all alone in your one-bedroom apartment, level of intoxication tangoing with tipsy, head empty, only thoughts being... her.

It's a Friday night.

You could submit yourself into the astiring streets crawling with shit-faced students from your college university, as your apartment complex was just barely off campus— All it took was a few miles walk, and you could be at some wild frat rave, getting drunk for free and partying with pretty strangers...

You don’t want to. You want one thing. One person. And her name is Saebyeok.

The thought of her dizzies your brain more than normal. Not just because of the spirit juice spiraling through your system, but because she finally made your relationship official!

Four days ago. She finally asked you to be her girlfriend!

Well, okay... Maybe ‘asked’ is a bit of a stretch.

Four days ago, she was helping you study for a mid-term via FaceTime,

(SaeByeok lives off campus as well, back at home with her mother and little brother whom she takes care of, and avoids coming to college unnecessarily as much as possible... She's not much of a people person.)

Anyways...

Her kid brother, Cheol interrupted your study sess, asking who his sister was on the phone with. She replied saying, and you quote—

"My girlfriend."

Your heart nearly exploded.

You’re her girlfriend!?!?! I mean, sure, you guys have been getting closer, and your relationship has certainly surpassed the status of college acquaintances who share each other’s notes...

Sometimes, Saebyeok seems to be quite fond of your company... and spooning you, and making out with you all the time, and sleeping over at your place, and leaving her hoodies and toothbrush at your apartment… and maybe you've seen her naked once or twice, and or had sex in the backseat of her car...

But girlfriends!?!

This is big news to you. And it leaves you feeling... Some type of way.

You like her. You like her a lot. And the fact that she spoke to Cheol, the human she loves most on this planet, about your little 'ol existence? It proves she likes you just as much.

Or so you assume. You can’t really be sure if your love-sick mind had misinterpreted the whole girlfriend-Cheol-facetime thing— Yet, the rousing scent of Saebyeok’s oversized tapestry hoodie you’re wearing and the enthralling influence tainting your sense of wit just won’t leave it to chance.

Fuck the english paper. You need pure pellucidity straight from the horse’s mouth, and you’re determined to get it — That, and maybe a little something else too…

With fidgety fingers, you tend to your cellphone’s call list, fishing for that freckle-faced contact photo in an unbidden blur.

You’ve never called her this late before, and the last thing you want to do is scare her off after she (possibly) just made things official, but your morals are missing at the moment.

She picks up the phone on the first ring, which isn’t unusual, but it still makes your heart beat berserk each time.

"Yeah?" The sultry sound of her voice is buried under swift breeze, honking cars, and diluted laughs commencing in the background.

Where ever she is, it’s crowded. It sounds like she’s passing near a pile of traffic on a sleepless city street.

You furrow your brows, almost taken aback by the fact that she’s out and about this late.

"Where are you right now?" You ask while fighting back a grin, a snarky twinge interlacing your vocals.

Saebyeok is a homebody, and you're positive that you have to be one of the couple people she enjoys enough to spend her free time with on a Friday night.

You were curious as to what the hell she could be doing right now besides touching you...

"Out." She submits simply. "Is everything okay? Why are you calling me now?"

Always so plain...

You twirl the drawstring to her hoodie giddishly, hanging on to her every word.

"Well what are you doing? It's pretty late." You pry a little, shamelessly too.

You are her girlfriend after all... Right!?

"Making money. Are you okay?"

Always so curt... Always so sketchy... Always showing concern for your well being... Why is this turning you on even more?

"Sounds realllll sketchy, Ms.Kang." You tease in a slight slur, following a few giggles. "Where do you work again?"

You're well aware that whatever she does to get enough cash to support her family was probably boarding the line of illegal, and she knows that you know, but she refuses to ever involve you in her less than lawful activities.

As long as she assures you she's safe and not an any sort of danger, there's no harm in poking a little fun…

She scoffs lightly, catching onto your antics. "What's this about, (Name)? Do you need something?"

"I need you here with me." You exhale dramatically with a protruding pout. "I've had a few drinks and... I really wanna see you."

Saebyeok is silent for a few seconds.

She knows you, and judging from your overly-sensuous tone and the time of night, she's beginning to gather what this call is really about.

She gulps thickly, "You want me to come over? ... Right now?" Before she excites herself, she needs you to confirm.

"Yes, please. If you can." You aren't afraid to beg, nor of seeming desperate. "I've been without you all week... You're all I can think about right now."

Another taut silence. You swear you can almost feel her hitched breath nestling against the nape of your neck threw the phone.

"I'm on my way."

As white noise swallows the line, you scarf down the remaining wine in your glass, jolting from the couch to your feet, excitement surging your skeleton in its entirety.

Your head spins as you briefly reminisce on the last time you had her in your presence— Her dark eyes being so attentive to you, adoring your every move. Her lips on yours, tongue so modestly asking for entrance to your mouth and her hand trailing up your thigh with reluctance, patiently awaiting your shy shows of consent…

You pace around your apartment, too antsy to sit still. Already freshly showered and shaved, you tidy up a bit, lighting a vanilla bean candle — An airy savor, not too potent. You don't want the aroma to conflict with your perfume oil.

When you hear your phone ding with a new notification less than 20 minutes later, you don't even check it — You run straight to your door, knowing it’s SaeByeok making you aware she's outside.

Swinging back the knob eagerly, your lips softly part at the sight of her. She's sporting a cream-colored kawaii crewneck and simple sweats, palms shoved in her pockets as she stares at her shoes.

Gosh, the things this girl did to you.

You pretend your heart doesn't stop when her glance dwindles to meet with yours, always managing to forget how tall she is.

The star-like speckles dappled on the apples of her cheekbones sprout skyward as her smile widens — She sizes you up, her eyes slowly trail from your fluffy house slippers to your bare legs, skin only covered from your mid-thigh and above… Then she realizes you're wearing her most homely hoodie.

She licks her lips nervously, lustful eyes nearly looking threw you, speaking of the impure words she can’t form, for her breath is beyond her.

You feel a blowsy tint blooming on your cheeks.

"Like what you see?" Mists of lightweight liquor loosens your lips and emboldens your audacious body language.

Blinking from her daze, Sae chuckles in the cutest coy manner.

"It's huge on you." Her verbal taunting is kittenish, though the tacit teases tattooed on the back of her skull are not.

You huff a wispy laugh. "Whatever, Giant." Rolling your eyes, you shuffle off to the side. "Come in."

And so, she does, but she doesn't get far.

Slipping past the door seal, Saebyeok is jolted forward — You softly snatch the fabric of her sweater, cornering her back against the front door. It slams shut as you envelope her neck in your arms, embracing her into a kiss.

You sigh instantly at the tiny contentment. Kissing Saebyeok is like a saccharine dream — Her warm lips kindle a burning desire that seems otherworldly, a pillowy bliss of passion.

Sensual, defining the tender undertones of your adoration, but sloppy, personifying the aching hunger between you both.

Her fingers whirl along your waist, yearning for closeness, yet only wandering shyly around your midriff— Too meek to trickle lower, leaving you to pine for more.

Before her tantalizing touch can linger too long, she simply pulls away, breathless and bashful.

Her brows knit, "You taste drunk." Saebyeok breathes out. "How much have you had, exactly?"

The implication unnerves you. Arms flying to your sides, you straighten how your (really hers) hoodie a bit, as a wave of embarrassment seems to spite you.

Oh, no. Are you coming on too strong? Are you making her uncomfortable? Is she not as into this as you?

You let out a timid giggle, untangling yourself from her personal bubble.

You need to chill. Don't give her the impression that she's only here because you're horny. At least figure out if she’s even actually your girlfriend before you try to seduce her, geez!

"Uh, a.. few glasses?" You confess, awkwardly leisuring over to your living room.

Saebyeok notices your abrupt shift in nature, and it disappoints her a little, but she says nothing, merely following after your lead.

"It's only wine, though." You assure her. "I was trying to loosen myself up enough to write my english paper."

Hips swaying as you strut, you can feel her eyes attached to you— Devouring you, admiring the way her clothing encompasses your curves.

"Yeah?" Her voice is like stifling satin, which makes you shiver. "Get anything done?"

You turn on your heels to face her, aligning your gazes. "Ummm, I found a pretty font and layout to type my name in! The words are gonna be really cute when I finally write them." You smile innocently, interlocking your arms around her torso.

She glares you down, subtly nibbling on the inside of her cheek, in her best attempts to scold your darn adorable face.

"(Name), there's nothing aesthetic about procrastination."

You giggle, pressing a chastise peck to her lips, "I'll get it done! I promise, it's not even due for another week anyways."

"That doesn't mean you have more time to pretend it doesn't exist."

That's exactly what it means in your mind. You know it, and she knows it.

She can't stand when you procrastinate like this, ultimately being cause of an inevitable anxiety attack and mental breakdown when due dates roll around.

It stresses Saebyeok out just as much as it does you, so she's strict on you about turning in assignments on time — You aren't complaining. You find her stern traits to be quite endearing.

Endearing, and in this special case, conveniently opportunistic.

"Look at youuu, all worried about your girlfriend's studies." You coo in jest, floating an odd amount of extra emphasis on the spoony slogan.

In the beats of silence that follow, you stare deeply into her eyes, smile unwavering, awaiting her retort. Patient for the moment she begins to fluster and blush about how she'd made your relationship official— for Saebyeok to bring up some sort of formal conversation about the thing that's got a tsunami in between your thighs.

Instead, she blinks at you— Stammering her response and searching for the correct answer within your cherishing glimpse.

It was weird... Like you were expecting her to have a certain reaction to your words that just sound like... plain 'ol words to her.

She lets it fly. You're a weirdo. A drunk one too. Nothing new.

"Let me see the rubric.” Sae insists softly. “Maybe I can help." She bends down slightly as her faint callouses begin to reach just beside you for the scattered loose leafs across your coffee table.

Though you clasp her wrist before she can proceed any further.

“Not a chance!” Damning her in the most delicate way possible, your touch drifts off to graze her palm. “I didn’t invite you here so you could do my homework. I wanted you here so we could… Spend time together.”

The use of a neutral tone is good enough to shadow the shake in your liquid courage, because SaeByeok is still convinced that it is the liquid courage meddling with your coherence.

So, her heartening hands come to engulf yours— The affectionate gesture sweet enough to make you swoon.

“It still counts as us spending time together, as long as we’re together…” Her thumbs gently caress your knuckles as she shrugs. “I don’t mind.”

One of the innumerable reasons you endlessly adored Kang SaeByeok was because she was the rare type of person who truly didn’t mind.

“Well too bad,” You declare to her, “Because I do.”

She regards your doting orbs as you sweep the short raven strands swinging in her sights behind the lobe of her ear, waiting for you to continue.

“I don’t know, I’ve just been hoping for a while now that we can… Start spending more quality time together…”

While the intent behind your coquettish request is wholesome, Saebyeok looks disappointed — Her features contort slightly with confusion, and if you didn’t know her so well, you might say she was pouting.

“Anytime I’m with you is quality time to me.” Her dainty disclosure whistles up in the wind and implores for your confirmation.

“No!” Your frantic console is spat in a hurry, before your little scheme can skew south.

“I mean yes it is, I feel the same way— It’s just… You’ve been busier lately and we don’t have as much face time together like usual…” In the persuading sputter of stutters, you somehow work your way back to the original point.

“Wouldn’t you prefer to do something more intimate with… Your girlfriend… rather than writing her thesis?”

Your apartment falls noiseless.

Saebyeok squints as she silently seeks for the reason why you’re suddenly a third person in this conversation.

Maybe she forgot that you’re kind of an angsty weirdo — You sometimes have this excessive tendency to complicate things into oblivion.

The way you’re wired reminds her of an overstrung piano— a morass orchestra of sublime symphonies amalgamating into one swell song.

And thus, Saebyeok’s accepted that when you try to sing the lyrics, she may have to listen closely in between the overlapping labyrinths.

Her wary ears are open, but her innate need to be rational keeps her mouth closed.

“We can do whatever you want.” Is all she obliges to you, her features nearly impassive. “This is your place. What do you have in mind?”

Damnit. Saebyeok is harder to read than text subtitles across a theater screen.

Nevertheless, you sat aside your unsettled stomach and scrunch your shoulders like you’re careless.

“I guess I should at least be a decent host and offer you some food.” With her hand coalesced in your grasp, you lug over to your cushy kitchen area.

“Are you hungry? I have leftover pizza in the fridge, or I could make you something really quick.”

… Not exactly the hunger Sae was hoping to satisfy when she came over, but she supposes this’ll do too.

“Whatever is easiest is fine.” She replies, her body sticking close to yours with her every movement, as she knows the subtle steam of her skin will stir tension.

A simpering smile adorns your face while you dawdle to your fridge door.

“Pizza it is!” You move quickly, scurrying over to the cozy corner where your air-fryer lives while pulling the plastic wrap from the plate of pie, “After I heat this up, do you maybe wanna watch something by Ghibli!?”

The dopey grin on Sae’s lips offsets how she rolls her eyes and her heads shakes at the suggestion (that’s she pretty sure is becoming an obsession) of yours.

“Sure...” She agrees, chewing her bottom lip as her feet maunder in your direction. “Guess what?”

When the mini-fryer begins to aerate, you turn to face her hovering above you, pressing your back to lean against the cold marble countertop.

“What?” Ignoring the sweltering ache simmering between you, you ponder curiously with the flutter of your lashes.

There are the tiniest shards of luster lathing in Sae’s eyes— A supple smirk springing on the rim of her lips, and you instantly know the name she’ll say next.

“Cheol got invited to another kid’s birthday party this weekend.” The animation cresting through the undertones of her dour vocals could make you croon.

“Oh my gosh, really!? That’s so good!” Without noticing, your voice is lifted a few octaves, your hands are flapping together like a penguin’s, and you’re nearly jumping up and down.

Saebyeok is almost annoyed that she can feel the stupidly huge beam painting her features pink, and still can’t do anything to stop it— You’re just too precious.

She’s only strong enough to snicker at your reaction as she watches you in revere.

Once your feet plant again, you urge for all the juicy details.

“I take it he’s starting to fit in better at school?”

Sae nods. “He seems to be, yeah.”

For a second, her glimpse loses yours— She ducks her head a little, fingers running to fiddle with the hem of your (really hers) hoodie’s pouch before she proceeds…

“Anyways, I wanted to ask you.. If you felt like chaperoning at the party with me.” Her volume is shallow of any base and her eyes are anywhere but on yours. “I know it sounds kind of lame, but it’s supposed to be some laser tag thing with like, bouncy houses. You don’t have to play or anything—“

“Are you kidding!?” You can’t help to interrupt, voice dripping of wry humor and Saebyeok’s sights suddenly jolt up at you.

“I get to beat a buncha kids at laser tag and possibly meet the incredible, infamous Kang Cheol? Count me in.” You snort with a sardonic scoff.

Her face falters— Brows boosting to the baseline of her forehead, bewildered and all bushy-tailed.

“Really? You’d actually go with me?”

“Of course.” Starkly, you say, allowing your palm to skim tepid along her collarbone…

In moments like these, you sometimes wish you were more like Saebyeok.

You wish you were the type of person who knows how to chill— The type who didn’t nag, poke, or probe … Someone who didn’t throw a tizzy over silly things like labels and titles, who knew how to let things be…

But you weren’t. And you don’t.

So, if you just so happened to sense a perfectly good opening…

“I mean… That’s what… Girlfriends are for, right?”

Luckily for you, the third time Saebyeok has to cringe through you awkwardly highlighting the word girlfriend out loud, is a charm.

“Okay, why do you keep repeating that?”

She’s blunt — Boring an unblinking gaze upon you as she scoffs beneath her breath, as if she found your behavior confusingly hilarious.

Your eyes go doe, and you put on a phony frown to avoid being so vilely prompted on the spot.

“Uh— I don’t know what you mean.” You puff a timorous chortle. “I’m not repeating anything—“

Your lying has never been very good, but Saebyeok is especially over your little larks tonight.

“Girlfriend.” She badgers you stubbornly with no remorse. “You keep saying the word girlfriend over and over on purpose. Why?”

You analyze her stony response with a churning stomach.

“Why are you being so hostile?” A swig of somber seeps into your defensive delivery. “Does that word make you uncomfortable by chance?”

“It might start to if you keep emphasizing it in every sentence.” She deadpans. “What is it?”

The air is dull of noise as your jaw clenches.

This is much more embarrassing to admit aloud than you could’ve imagined, but you can only dodge Saebyeok glaring daggers at you for so long — Before your cast crumbles…

“You called me your girlfriend last week.” You spit it out so fast, it nearly blends together like a single syllable.

Assuming you have more to spill, she quirks a brow at your seemingly insignificant statement.

“Okay… And?”

“Anddd…” You attempt to shrug off your inhibitions, as all the correct words twist on the tip of your tastebuds, yet never come out straight.

“I-I’m- kind of— I’m just wondering if you, possibly, actually really meant it.”

Your eyes divert downward like lightning, though there really isn’t anywhere else to look— Saebyeok practically has you pinned against the air-fryer on the countertop behind you, and her body not much farther from melting into yours feels like thunder.

“You’ve never really referred to me as that before and, I guess I’m just trying to figure out what you see this— Us, as.”

Clearing your throat, you hope to expel the butterflies from your gullet.

Your apartment is peep-less again and you’re this isn’t the greatest sign.

At this point, you think your toes are sweating, your heart is beating so bad that it hurts, and you’re staring at the floor so hard that the tiles are beginning to wiggle.

And when you finally gather the gall to look at her again, Saebyeok is on the verge of bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Seriously?” She goads with giggles, her voice full of cynical glee. “(Name), I have a toothbrush here.”

Well, when you put it so curtly…

“Yeah— Well, It’s easy to misplace toothbrushes on accident.”

You’re sure that’s a thing… Somewhere in the world…

“We’ve been intimate…” Saebyeok reminds you. “Like multiple times.”

Obvious is starting to sound like an absurd understatement— Even though you feel like your face is caked with clown makeup, you contradict her quickly—

“Okay, the first time we had sex was in your car…”

She sports a conceited sneer, her features glossed with gloat.

“Only because someone was too eager to wait…”

You are wordless, as your eye-sockets see the back of your brains for the third time she’s brought this up.

“Besides, I’m bringing you to meet my brother this weekend.”

“So what!?” You exclaim, solely for the petty purpose of putting up a fight. “If you really think about it, the sacredness of meeting family is very subjective—“

Saebyeok settles your debate with the covetous crash of her lips onto yours— A pale groan escapes you without your permission, your reciprocation impatient and hungry, as you pleach your palm into her hair.

She grunts lightly as you tug along her scalp, hands pulling your bodies even closer, nearly pressing your center against her hips.

Goosebumps inflame like prints all over your skin, a seething fever stewing your senses as your tongues entangle, the grip entwined in her fluffy tresses only getting tighter…

Saebyeok stops — Pulling back ever so slightly that her dense breath fans the hot flush coating your cheeks.

“We’re girlfriends.” She tells you. “I see you as my girlfriend, (Name).”

“Oh. Okay.” Exhaling heavily, you simply nod, trying to steady more than one throbbing pulse. “I see you as my girlfriend too, Saebyeok.”

“Good.” She sighs out with swollen lips.

“Great.”

Your air-fryer beeps, right on cue to slice the tension with a knife.

“Well, now that that’s settled…” You swallow breathlessly. “Do you still want your pizza?”

“Depends.” She gawks at you with no indignity, slightly leaning in, as her hands soothe the cinch of your waist.

“Is that really what you called me over here to eat?”

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friday evenings - cho sang-woo

word count; 7k cw; smut, sub!sang-woo, oral (m recieving), dirty talk, use of sex toys, choking, begging, ruined orgasms, vague mention of daddy kink, clothed sex. authors note; feedback is appreciated so please please give it! thank you so much! also tagging @xiernia as requested!

“Back again?”

“Can’t stay away from you, can I?” Sang-woo said with a smile as he sat himself down on one of the many bar stools.

“The usual?” you asked, already going to pour him a whiskey just as he liked it. Sang-woo had been visiting the bar that you worked in for the last few months, a weekly trip on a Friday night to calm his nerves after a testing working week. “So, what’s stressed you out so much today that you’ve come back here? This is becoming a little bit of a routine.”

“The usual work. I’d rather not talk about my problems when all I'm trying to do is relax after a stressful shift,” he answered, handing you some money.

You already knew that you could keep the change, he didn’t even need to tell you anymore. The two of you had fallen into a casual friendship, he only ever spoke to you when he was at the bar and it's almost as if he knew what shift patterns you worked. You weren't going to lie - there was nothing better than getting ready on an early Friday evening knowing that you were going to see your favourite customer at some point throughout the night. Sang-woo always tipped well plus he was a delight to look at compared to the rest of the drunken idiots that stayed there drinking cheap lager right until the last minute.

“Want to talk about how pretty my new skirt is?” you asked with a smirk, doing a twirl to show Sang-woo the skirt you had purchased with him in the mind. It was a short black skirt that you had got the day before, dirty thoughts in your mind whilst paying for it at the till with the tips that Sang-woo had given you the previous week. You had spent a solid fifteen minutes admiring yourself in the mirror before your shift and wondered what Sang-woo would say, or do, when he saw you in the outfit. “Do I look like a dirty girl?” you added mischievously.

Sexual flirting had become routine between the two of you. Although the friendship had started off as normal, him giving you advice and you helping him relax with endless amounts of booze, it had soon turned into more. Neither one of you acted upon the feelings though, just odd comments throughout the night and quick glances which told you everything that you needed to know about the handsome gentleman.

“Watch your mouth,” he muttered, a hint of humour there however. He nodded towards the new barmaid who was still being trained up by your boss, she was a nice enough girl but you hadn’t conversed with her enough to know much about her. “Who’s that new barmaid?”

“Don’t ask about her when you are sitting across from me. She’s nice though, that’s all you need to know. Don’t be going and giving my tips to her.”

Sang-woo chuckled and shook his head. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. “Why would I do such a thing?” he asked, looking up at you through his eyelashes as he lit his cigarette in one quick movement.

“Maybe you want to fuck her.”

Sang-woo watched as you turned your back to him and grabbed the bottle of Whiskey, getting ready to pour him the next drink. Luckily, it was quiet for a Friday night so you were able to keep all your attention on him and only him.

“No, I don’t. I have my eyes on someone else.”

“Anyone in particular?”

“Nobody that concerns you,” he answered, saddening you slightly even though you knew what he was saying. This is how it had always been, mysterious comments that had you wondering if you were making all of this up in your head. You were fairly positive that Sang-woo wanted you in whichever way he could have you and you knew for a fact that you wanted him more than you had wanted anybody else in your whole entire life. There was just something about him that you couldn’t quite understand. “What time did you start?”

“Six, I'm on the late shift tonight. Been looking for other jobs like you suggested but no-one wants me, my qualifications just aren’t as good as everybody else's and all my CV shows is bar work so it’s not as if they are going to give me a well-paying job straight away.”

“You need to get some work experience somewhere and maybe go back to school. The place where I work is taking on summer interns if you’re interested in that sort of stuff.”

“You’re only saying that so you can stare at me all day.” You filled Sang-woo’s glass back up to the top and held out your hand, silently asking for the money. Sang-woo smiled with the cigarette dangling from his lips as he handed you another note. “Don’t deny your attraction, Sang-woo.”

“Attraction? You seem so confident,.”

You scoffed and stuffed the rest of the money into your pocket. Sang-woo was stubbing out the cigarette into the ashtray and watching you closely as he waited for your next response. “Your desire is blatantly obvious so don’t try and deny it.”

Before Sang-woo could fire back with another comment, a customer waved you down and shouted over his order. You looked back at Sang-woo and sighed, you really did hate your job most of the time. It sucked when other people came and interrupted your time with Sang-woo - he was entertaining and made your shift go quick and his sexual comments were not slimy and disgusting when they came from him. It was the elders that were the worst for making you feel overly sexualised in your job - the typical joke about the head of a beer something you heard multiple times a shift. With Sang-woo, it was different. He set you alight with his words.

“Are you going to serve him?” Sang-woo asked, slightly amused by your clear annoyance with having to leave him, even if it was only for a mere five minutes.

“Much rather serve you.”

“Sure you would, darling.”

---

“Another whiskey?” you asked.

Serving one customer had turned into serving another ten. It seemed that everyone finished work at the same time and that they all had the same idea. You had spent the last half an hour having to converse with other customers, none of them as exciting as Sang-woo. The whole time, your eyes had flickered back to him and watched as he scrolled through his phone and patiently waited for you to return. He had been nursing the same glass of Whiskey since you had left so he wouldn’t have to give his money to anyone else other than you. You found it rather sweet of him.

“Please,” he said as he side-eyed a group of young men who were being obnoxiously loud. “Think this will be my last one and then I'm going to go home and hit the sack. It’s been a long day and is there anything better than climbing into a big bed after all the stress of the working day?”

“Must be lonely.”

“Can be,” he said as he handed you some more money for the third time this night. “Maybe I need to find someone to keep me company.”

“What about that girl you had your eye on, hmm?” you asked teasingly.

You had decided that you wanted Sang-woo tonight. You were sick of going home on a Friday night and having to use your own fingers to get yourself off whilst thinking of Sang-woo when you could be coming because of him, because of his fingers and because of his cock.

“She’s working tonight, sure she will be too busy to keep me entertained.”

“What job does she do?”

“She’s a barmaid, has the charisma to go further than that though. I’m thinking about encouraging her to join my company as an intern.”

You turned around and smiled widely to yourself, you had gotten further with him in the last five minutes than you had done since he had first entered the pub and you couldn’t help but feel excited at the thought of what was going to happen when your shift was over and you were laid on his bed.

“Is she pretty?”

“She’s beautiful.”

“Tell me more.”

You turned around and looked at Sang-woo, taking note of the way he shifted around in his chair as if he was trying to hide something. You walked over to him and leaned across the bar, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as you looked at him with innocent eyes. You needed an ego boost, especially from someone like Sang-woo.

It was with this closeness that you could truly take in his beauty. There was no denying the fact that he was a handsome older gentleman who reeked of sophistication and money. He had told you all about his job and the things that he had done within his company and although a lot of it made no sense to you and went in one ear and out the other, you still paid attention. Sang-woo was always dressed so smart too, his suits clearly expensive and tailored perfectly to his body. And his hair, you desperately wanted to run your fingers through his hair whilst his hand was in between your thighs.

“Nothing to tell other than she’s the prettiest thing I’ve seen in a long time. She has legs for days, hair that’s begging to be wrapped around my hand and let’s not even get onto the topic of her ass because I think I'd be sitting here all night telling you why I think it’s the best thing in the world.”

You chuckled lowly at his words, every sentence he spoke going straight in between your legs. A part of you hated how calm and collected Sang-woo looked, almost as if there was no emotion there. You were positive that it was another story underneath the bar though and all you could picture was his hardening cock desperate to have some release - whether that be in your mouth, on your face or inside of you. You would let Sang-woo use your body however he wanted too.

“Anyone would think that you were desperate to have me sit on your face, Sang-woo?”

With a huff, Sang-woo pulled away slightly from the closeness before placing his hand on top of yours. “I wouldn’t say desperate.”

“That’s a lie,” you said quietly so no-one else could overhear the conversation. You tilted your head to the side slightly and gave him a small smirk, teasing him in the most subtle of ways.“I can see it in your eyes, you want me more than you have wanted anyone. I’ve noticed the way that you look at me from across the bar, how you always come to me instead of the other bartenders. Just tell me that you want to fuck me…” you trailed off and removed your hand from his grip, only to move it slowly up his arm in a teasing manner. “Don’t tell me actually, ask me.”

“What makes you so confident that I want any of this, hey? You think because I enjoy your company whilst I have a drink, it means that i want to take you home and fuck you?”

Of course it did, Sang-woo was just messing with you. His lips were threatening to turn into a smirk but he managed to keep himself calm and composed, you hated that, hated it more than you had hated anything in your life. You wanted him to be in a frenzy like you were, wanted him to be desperate for any sort of touch underneath the clothing that he wore. You wanted him begging and desperate, teach him a lesson for all the teasing that he had thrown at you over the last few months.

“It’s the way you look at me, the way you lick your lips. You don’t even realise how desperate you look for me, out here looking like a puppy dog whenever I’m around. Everyone notices how you behave around me, Sang-woo…”

It was true. One of the other bartenders had made a comment about yourself and Sang-woo and the clear feelings there were between the two of you. You hadn’t noticed them yourself until your friend pointed them out and commented on the fact that Sang-woo would always be glancing over at you and checking you out, making sure that you were safe whenever a sports related fight broke out between a bunch of ridiculous drunken men.

“If it’s like this then shall we talk about the fact that you blatantly want me too?” Sang-woo removed himself from you completely and leaned back on the bar stool. You stood yourself up straight and watched him closely, awaiting his next comment that would have you weak at the knees. “I mean, your skirts have gone shorter since i’ve started paying attention to you and you just love to accidentally drop something right in front of me, don’t you? If anyone is desperate then it’s you.”

“Sang-woo. Do you want to fuck me, yes or no? It’s a pretty simple answer, don’t you think?”

“I’d fuck you right now in front of all these people if it meant I got to have your wet pussy wrapped around my cock.”

You took a deep breath and ignored the feeling that was rushing through all of your veins and straight into your bloodstream. You felt high on him, almost like a teenage girl who had just received her first kiss from her new boyfriend. No man had ever made you feel like this simply from his words so you could only imagine what fucking him would feel like but then of course, you remembered your intentions. As much as you wanted to be fucked by him roughly, it didn’t change the fact that you wanted him exactly how you had always wanted.

“I get the feeling that you think I'm going to submit to your every desire?”

“Are you not?”

“Oh, i’ll give you what you want but don’t think you’ll get away with it Sang-woo. I’ll have you handcuffed and blindfolded to your bed and begging me to let you cum if I really wanted to.” You leaned back down across the bar into the same position you were in before, this time dominance clear in your eyes. Sang-woo seemed taken back by your comments but not repulsed, if anything intrigued. It had been a long time since he had been at the mercy of another woman in the bedroom and he swore he would never do it again but with you, God he would do it every night. “I know you want to fuck me and you want to be in control but come on, let me take charge. I can see how stressed out you can get and don’t you think the thought of being handcuffed and me on top of you isn’t the best thing ever?”

“You will never have control over me, is that - “

“I will and frankly, I already do.” You glanced around the bar, suddenly grateful for the horrendous singing of some elderly drunk folk as it silenced yours and Sang-woo’s conversation from every-one else. You didn’t really want your manager to find out about the filthy conversations you were having on the floor, nor the fact that you were wetter than you had ever been in your life because of one of the customers. “i know for a fact that your cock is hard as fuck right now and probably leaking. Do you want me to suck your cock, Sang-woo?”

“Yes.”

Leaning closer to him, you began to whisper in his ear, your breath warm on his skin. “Do you want me to do it whilst you're handcuffed and unable to touch me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to tease you until you’re begging me to let you cum? Suck your cock nice and slow and bring you to the edge over and over and over again until you're just about bursting at the seams?”

“Stop - “

“Answer my question, Sang-woo.”

“You already know the answer.”

“Say it,” you said more forcefully, turning your head so you were looking at him directly in the eyes. You had him exactly where you wanted him.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Sang-woo took a deep breath. “I want you to suck my cock until I’m begging you to let me cum.”

“That wasn’t too hard, was it?” you giggled to yourself as you stood up straight and grabbed the bottle of Whiskey from the other side of the bar. Sang-woo looked shell shocked as he watched you move around so effortlessly and without any thought, almost acting as if you had just not whispered filth in his ear. “My shift finishes soon so wait here and when I’m done, I'll help you relax better than that whiskey ever will. Understood?”

“Understood.”

+++

The walk back to your house with Sang-woo had been pleasant enough. The two of you had engaged in small conversation, mostly about work and things they liked to do outside of working but nothing more when it came to the sexaul conversations you had both been engaged in earlier.

You found that Sang-woo was more relaxed when the two of you were alone. He had held your hand the whole walk home and rubbed his thumb across your skin to soothe you when he noticed that you were getting stressed out at the mention of some drunken man who had made a fool of himself and you had been left to deal with the cleaning up of his sick.

“It was kind of gross,” Sang-woo said with a chuckle as the two of you walked peacefully.

“Gross? It was absolutely rancid, Sang-woo. This is why I don't like my job. I shouldn’t have to clean up after people who don’t know where the toilets are.”

“But if you didn’t have this job, you wouldn’t have met me.” Sang-woo looked down at you as he spoke and he took note of the blush on your cheeks at his words, a small smile appearing on his face.

“That’s true, suppose you are the silver lining to it all. However, it doesn’t change the fact that I want something more for myself.”

“And you shall have more, don’t doubt yourself.”

You hummed at his words before taking a deep breath. “Let’s stop talking about the fact that my life is a disaster.”

“Don’t be a drama queen.”

“Shut up,” you responded with a smile. “Welcome to my house anyways,” you said as you opened the door for Sang-woo to step into. “It’s not the best but it's okay for the price of rent and it’s close to work so can I really complain?”

“I think it’s nice.”

“You’re just saying that to be kind. I bet you live in a nice big apartment, don’t you? That overlooks the city and looks really lovely at night time,” you said, moving yourself effortlessly around his body as you grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and a cheap bottle of rose wine that you had picked up the day before. “This is a hostel compared to where you live.”

“No, I disagree. A big apartment or house always seems like a great idea until you actually move into it and then you realise just how lonely it can actually be. Plus, this has character. Mine looks like it belongs in the middle of a showroom.”

You handed Sang-woo the glass of wine that you had poured for him and moved towards the bedroom, grabbing his hand with your spare one. “I think if i had to choose between living here and living somewhere nice and expensive, I’d choose somewhere nice and expensive.” You paused and twirled around until you were facing Sang-woo, your spare hand now pressed against his chest as you took a sip of your wine. “Although, I’d be happy anywhere as long as there was a bed with you handcuffed to it.”

Sang-woo chuckled and took a large gulp of the wine, he was going to need all the alcohol he could get to deal with you. “You really want me all to yourself, don’t you?”

“I want to tease the fuck out of you until you are obbessed with me and want me every day.”

“Don’t need to handcuff me to do that.”

“Well, I still want to see you beg for me repeatedly, is that a crime?” you asked as you sat down at the bottom of the bed, now looking up at Sang-woo through your eyelashes, the height difference between the two of you was nothing more but a huge turn on.

“No, just not something I don't usually do when I’m sleeping with other women. I’m the one that’s usually in charge and takes control of the matters. I don’t let just anybody use my body for their pleasure, you know?”

“You can say no if you want too.”

“I want you too, badly. It’s just something that I’m not used to but it doesn’t mean I'm not willing to give it a go. It also means that I am not going to give up easily though. “

“Well get used to it darling because when i’m around, I’m in charge.”

You placed the now empty glass of wine onto the floor before turning yourself over onto your hands and knees. Slowly, you moved yourself up the bed, proud of your skirt for complying as it moved upwards, showing your ass to Sang-woo.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered as he stood at the end of the bed. He moved his hand down to his clothed cock and began to move over it slowly to release some tension as he continued to watch you put on a show for him. In your eyes, he looked absolutely unreal with a glass of wine in one hand and his other hand on his cock, all whilst being stood at the end of your bed with a suit that made him extremely fuckable.

“Look what I have,” you said as you moved yourself on your back, a pair of handcuffs dangling from your fingers. “Are you going to let me use them on you?”

“Come over here,” Sang-woo whispered as he crawled up the bed towards you, his now empty glass of wine discarded beside yours. “Gimme a kiss, think it’s the least I deserve.”

Giggling quietly to yourself, you sat up and wrapped your arms around Sang-woo's neck before pulling him down so that his body was fully laid across your smaller frame. The handcuffs laid beside your body as Sang-woo continued to assault your mouth with his own, not holding back in the slightest as he was finally able to kiss you after months of wanting and needing it. You moved your hand down to ruck up Sang-woo’s shirt, carelessly rubbing your hand across the toned, warm stomach, the skin on skin contact making you wonder how you managed to go so long without dragging him into your bed before. You cursed yourself for not allowing yourself to have him sooner, you were already obsessed with the way his skin felt on yours.

“Please take off your shirt,” you whispered against his mouth, making a pathetic attempt to undo the buttons with one hand. “I want to feel every inch of you against me.”

Shaking his head, Sang-woo moved back in for another kiss. “Tonight is about you and making you feel good and special.”

Tired of submitting to Sang-woo after your earlier discussion, you decided to put your plan into place and with every bit of strength that you had in your body, you rolled Sang-woo over until he was laid on his back and slightly dazzled. Even though your comments about him being submissive were a turn on, he hadn’t even expected you to go through with it but here he was, laid on his back with the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on straddling his waist and the night had only just started for the two of you. The handcuffs fell from his mind as he moved his hands down to your waist, helping you to move up and down along his clothed cock.

With Sang-woo in complete and utter bliss at the feeling, you tried your hardest to suppress your own moans that were threatening to echo around the room. Instead, you grabbed hold of the handcuffs that had been discarded and then Sang-woo’s wrists. Still, he didn’t open his eyes as he was too focused on the pleasure of your clothed underwear rubbing against him and the stimulation that he had been craving for months until he felt the cold metal wrap around his skin and the look in his eyes was something you would not forget for a very long time. There was a mixture of excitement and fear, the unknown activities of what you was going to do to him know he had no option but to lay there and be used by you, excited him like nothing else ever had but God, he knew that he was in for a night of it just by the dominating look in your eye and the wide grin etched onto your face.

Leaning his head to the side as he admired your handy work, Sang-woo chuckled quietly. “That wasn’t a very nice thing to do, Y/N.”

You shrugged your shoulders casually and pressed a light kiss against his cheek, the smell of his aftershave invading your space. “You will come to learn that I am not a very nice person when it comes to getting what I want and I thought we had already established that I wanted you handcuffed to my bed so I could take full advantage of your cock?”

Releasing a deep breath, Sang-woo almost didn’t know how to respond to your comment. He was falling for you so hard. “I don’t think I will be a nice person either when you release me from these handcuffs.”

“I’m not complaining - “ your voice cracked as a long, beautiful moan left your lips, Sang-woo’s cock grinding against your core was sending you wild and you loathed the fact that despite it all, he still held some dominance within the relationship. Whether it be his cock grinding against your or the look in his eyes which told you that you were in for it when you did let him go.

“Handcuffed to the bed and I’ve still got you moaning and acting as if my cock is stuffed inside you. Aren’t I good?”

“Not for long, my lovely. Despite what you are currently thinking, it’ll be you that’s begging and moaning and desperate for your release by the time that i have finished with you. I’m not going to be fully satisfied until you're at my mercy, is that understood?”

Sang-woo threw his head back, fuck he didn’t know what he was going to do with you.

Gliding your hand down Sang-woo’s chest, you unbuttoned his work trousers slowly, your hand occasionally brushing over his hard cock until you were satisfied. You finished by pulling down on his underwear, just enough to get his erection free and then moved your body further down his until you were just straddling underneath Sang-woo’s knees, his cock on full display for you to admire for as long as you wanted too.

Sang-woo didn’t know if he was dreaming or if he had died and gone to heaven but the feeling of your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock had Sang-woo moaning loudly within seconds. It had been a while since a woman had been on his knees for him and he was positive that because it was you and the fact that he was handcuffed to the bed that everything felt so much better and intense than ever before.

It boosted your self-confidence when Sang-woo moaned and gave you the power to move your mouth further down his length until he was practically down your throat. One of your first thoughts was that Sang-woo’s moans and breathy whispers of your name sounded like a perfect melody created by the almighty God himself. The sound of metal clanking cut your thoughts short though as you looked up at Sang-woo through your eyelashes.

“Need to touch you,” he whispered, head falling back as you continued to skillfully move your mouth up and down his cock, working him up to a perfect speed. “Your mouth is so warm and wet, darling. Let me fuck it, please.”

Releasing his cock from your mouth, you placed your hand there instead and moved it up and down slowly, adding pressure every now and again that had Sang-woo bucking his hips up to get more friction. “No.” Was all you simply said, not allowing Sang-woo to get what he wanted. It was your chance to pleasure him and make him feel so good then he craved your mouth for the rest of time.

Your lips were darkened and wet with saliva and all Sang-woo wanted to do was pull you up and kiss you hard but the handcuffs above his head restricted him from doing anything - he cursed you for having strong, metal ones - at least with flimsy ones, he would be able to break them apart and flip you over so he could fuck you into the mattress.

Swirling your tongue around Sang-woo’s dick, you continued the action a few times and listened to the soft whimpers that left Sang-woo before finally engulfing his cock again. Your cheeks were hallowed as you bobbed up and down without mercy, keen to get Sang-woo to the edge just so you could ruin it, an action you wanted to do over and over again. You knew that it wouldn’t take Sang-woo long to reach his peak, the teasing that had been going on all night bringing him pleasure without even having to be touched but you weren't going to let him get away with it that easily, not even when you wanted nothing more but to taste his cum.

“Come on,” Sang-woo whispered, tugging at the handcuffs again. “Let me - “

Sang-woo was cut off by your sucking on the head of his cock, knowing full well that it would shut him up. You continued to work at his cock, using your hands when necessary and deep throating him enough to make you gag and splutter around his cock. Sang-woo soon decided that his favourite sight in the world was watching you have tears falling down your face with spit covering your mouth. It was only when Sang-woo began to tense up and his moans became needier and louder that you pulled away - ruining his first orgasm of the night.

“No,” he whispered with frustration and desperation. “You can’t do that to me, please.”

“Daddy's going to cry?” you asked with an overexaggerated pout on your lip. “Get over it Sang-woo, just the first of many tonight.”

“I need to cum,” he groaned, watching as you made yourself more comfortable on the bed. You were still straddling him but this time, you were removing your shirt so your breasts were on full display for Sang-woo. “So fucking beautiful…”

“Listen to me - “ you leaned down and grabbed Sang-woo’s chin so he was forced to look at you. “We will go at my speed, we will do this however I want and for as long as I want, is it starting to click in your brain yet that you won’t be in charge tonight?”

Leaning back, you moved your hand back down to Sang-woo’s cock and chuckled as he cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. You gripped your hand around and continued to apply pleasure to tease him, just like you had done before.

Sang-woo was ready to burst, the sexual frustration becoming too much but he allowed you to take over and have your wicked way with him. You thought you were winning and he believed it to be cute of you, you had no idea what you was letting yourself in for when he could finally fuck you like you had always desired.

“You’re in for it, you understand that?”

You chuckled lowly and shook your head, your hand continuing to move slowly up and down. “Maybe I should sit myself on your cock and use my vibrator to make myself come, you’d feel me come around your cock and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.”

“Behave - “

“No, I won’t behave. Where is the fun in behaving when I could be doing this to you instead? Do you know how pretty you look right now with your flushed cheeks and messy hair? I want to take a photograph of you so I can touch myself for the rest of time whilst looking at it, looking at how stunning and fucked you look right now. So pretty…”

Sang-woo moaned out at your words, not once has he had a woman speak to him in such a way. There was something about your voice and the words that you spoke that went straight to his cock, making him harder than he thought was ever humanly possible. He was alight with your words alone so with your hand moving slowly and teasingly down your cock, he felt indescribable.

“Sit on my cock,” Sang-woo whispered, hips bucking much to your dismay. You placed your spare hand against his stomach and pushed him down, stopping his movements instantly. “Please, I need to feel you around me, please.”

Mockingly, you tilted your head to the side and turned your lips into a pout. “I’m not satisfied with your begging.”

Sang-woo wanted to die of embarrassment but the other part of him was so turned on, he would have done whatever you had wanted him to do at that moment. “Please ride my cock, it’s all i’ve been thinking about for months and I need it, i need it so fucking badly like you don’t understand. I just know that you’ll be the best fuck of my life so why don’t you prove me right, hey? Ride my cock like the good, filthy girl I know you are.”

You were infatuated but also conflicted. On one hand, you wanted to give Sang-woo what he wanted and ride his cock until he was crying out your name but the other part of you just wanted to continue to tease him for as long as he could take it.

“Tell me you deserve my pussy.”

“I deserve it,” he replied, heart racing as he watched you shuffle further up his body until his cock was lined up with your entrance. “Please,” he whispered, tongue licking his lips as he continued to watch you until you were hovered above his dick. “Ride my cock better than any other woman ever will or has.”

With a simple sentence like that, you lowered yourself down until Sang-woo’s cock was deep inside you. There was a loud gasp from the both of you. For Sang-woo, it was the feeling of having your warm, wet pussy wrapped around his cock after so long of fantasising about it every Friday night and for you, it was how big is cock was and how it fit inside you perfectly.

“Made to ride my cock,” Sang-woo said, hands once again tugging on the metal handcuffs that were keeping him in place. He couldn’t wait to get out of them and show you what a real fucking was, making you come until you had tears running down your face and you couldn’t take his cock anymore.

You took a moment for yourself to get used to the size of Sang-woo, it had been a while since you had been in this position with anyone but it wasn’t painful, more just uncomfortable. You tried to ignore the smirk that Sang-woo had on his face as you tried to adjust, the sneaky fucker was proud of himself. It was a known fact that he still held some of the dominance despite the position that he was currently in, a few words at the right time spoken by the right person would be enough to have you falling apart around him.

“Why don’t you move, hmm? I want you to feel how good my cock is around you, want you to make you come over and over again and cover me in - “

Sang-woo was cut off by the sudden movement of your hips and your small hand wrapping around his neck, a move neither of you had expected to do.

“Why don’t you shut that pretty mouth of yours before I gag it?” you asked him, tightening your hand slightly around his throat for effect. “I’ll ride your cock however I want to, whenever I want too and you will only come if I allow it, is that understood?”

Sang-woo nodded quickly although it didn’t change the fact that all he wanted to do was slam up into you and have you begging for him instead of the other way around. He could easily switch the positions, even with his hands cuffed together but he was going to allow you to have your fun, let you believe that you were in control for as long as you deemed fit.

You slowly began to move yourself along Sang-woo’s cock, loving the pleasure you were bringing yourself as well as Sang-woo. He looked like an angel as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, soft moans slipping from his mouth with every move of your hips but with your small hand wrapped around his neck, he somehow managed to look even more beautiful.

You improved your pace until you were bouncing up and down on Sang-woo’s cock, your own back arching at the pleasure as you continued to drain every little bit out of him. You had abandoned the hand around Sang-woo’s neck (much to his dismay) and instead had laced your fingers through his hair, tugging everytime his cock reached the right place.

“Think i’m in love with your cock,” you whispered as you leant down and shared a kiss with Sang-woo, full of tongues and heavy breathing as you continued to allow pleasure to run through every nerve of your body. Sang-woo was a mess underneath you, his earlier ruined orgasms making everything seem one hundred percent more heightened. “Where do you want to come, Sang-woo?”

“On your face,” he answered, now not worried about disobeying whatever rules you had setin place as he lifted his hips up to meet your own thrusts, the two of you joining together at the same time only heightening the feelings that you were both experiencing. It was intense and hot and you loved every moment of it. “Let me cover your pretty face in cum.”

“You think you deserve that?”

“I do, been so well behaved for you. Please let me cover you in my cum, please.”

Ignoring Sang-woo for the moment, you chase your own orgasm. You slid your hand in between your legs and began circling your clit, your own sweet release getting closer and closer with every thrust of Sang-woo’s hips and your own fingers working wonders.

“I’m close,” you told him, head flying back as Sang-woo thrusted up harder into you, the perfect rhythm established that had you needing more and more. “Don’t you dare come Sang-woo, don’t you dare. If you cum then I’ll punish you, is that understood?”

Sang-woo nodded with gritted teeth as he watched you use his cock for your own pleasure, your orgasm soon occuring and it took every part of you not to fully submit to Sang-woo as you felt your orgasm rush through your body, your legs tensing and your pussy tightening around Sang-woo’s cock which only dared to trigger his orgasm.

You took a minute to compose yourself, unsure of what your next move would be but knowing that you wanted it to involve Sang-woo’s cum. You felt alive, every part of your body desperate for the feelings all over again. In the space of an hour, he had ruined your life and made you become obsessed with him, his body and his cock. Every part of him was perfect as you looked down at him, his cock still hard inside of you and desperate for a release.

“I’m going to release you from your handcuffs but you have to be kind to me, Sang-woo.”

Even though you didn’t really want to, you lifted yourself up off Sang-woo’s cock, the sight of your wetness and his pre-cum making him groan loudly. His cock was painfully hard and red, desperate for some sort of touch or release.

Sang-woo watched closely as you moved up his body, reluctantly undoing the handcuffs that had been keeping him in place. Sang-woo admired how naive you were to the whole situation.

You looked at him closely, waiting for his next move. You knew that Sang-woo would either stick by you or disobey everything that you had ever said, a part of you hoped for the latter just so you could be fucked nice and hard but you were enjoying the power that you had over him.

Sang-woo soothed his wrists before staring up at you - you were on your knees beside him, hair falling down past your face and flushed cheeks. “I’m not going to be nice to you.” Was all Sang-woo said before the positions had changed completely. Within a matter of seconds, Sang-woo had you on your back and your wrists pinned above your head.

“This wasn’t part of the rules,” you said as you struggled against Sang-woo.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes. “I don’t want you to stop,” you admitted, eyes moving down to the handcuffs that Sang-woo held in his spare hand.

“Then shut up and behave yourself, think someone needs to learn a lesson on who's the boss around here.”

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runawayonryo · 3 years ago

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Hello, I hope you have a speedy recovery. I want to request sangwoo x wife doing the first smut thing which is the first-timer for his wife but not for him who has previously pro with his ex. Thank you so much!

thank you! i'm feeling a lot better <3

warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst, fingering, masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie

requested: yes

pairing: sangwoo x fem!reader

oldie but a goldie (sangwoo x fem!reader)

"are you sure darling?"

your husband asked, as his large hands rested on the hem of your panties. He arrived from work a few minutes ago, and a simple makeout progressed into something more. Both of your bodies sweating, filled with lust. However, you were nervous. It was your first time... espicially your first time with HIM, and you were afraid to mess it up somehow.

"yes baby"

you mumbled as you looked up at him through hooded eyes. His wicked smirk sent shivers down your spine as he gently tugged your panties down. As the cold air hit your gleaming sex, your hips gently thrusted up into the air.

You ran your fingers along your husband's bare chest, making his muscles flex. His fingers danced around the inside of your thigh, making you grow needier for him with each second passing.

"baby please-"

you whined in protest of his teasing, as he used his other hand resting beside your head (keeping himself up), to pin your hands above your head as he continued to frustrate you-

"awww so desperate darling?"

He knew how to make you turn into mush with just his words, he was incredibly skillful at what he did, which gave you hope for the night.

"yes- yes plase sangwoo.... please!"

you practically screamed, making him gasp in surprise. He has never seen this side of you, and he was extremly shocked at how desperate you have grown in such a short time. Finally, finally his fingers sank into your soaking mound. Your back arched on the bed as his index 'n middle finger rubbed your clit in steady figure eights.

Your head flew back, as you let out a loud, desperate moan. Sangwoo sped up his pace, eventually slowing it down, just to repeat his actions. His brown eyes were staring into yours, carefully studying your reactions to his movements. He was nervous he would mess this up, not like he'd ever admit it-

"so desperate hmm?"

he groaned into your ear as he began sending soft kisses along your neck, occaisionally biting down onto your sensitive skin.

"yes-"

you maneged to cry out, caught up in the pleasure he bestowed upon you. You wished you could stay like this forever, stay in this intimate moment with the love of your life.

Your hips gently began grinding against his touch, trying to cause more friction, and make his hands veture further. He chuckled at your pathetic attempt, as he rose from your neck.

"someone is becoming inpatient"

he stated, as he removed both of his hands from you, leaving you a whining desperate mess on the bed. Perfectly spread befoer him.

"just fuck me already-"

you pouted, causing his dick to twitch within the confinement of boxer briefs. Briefly looking into your eyes, his hands flew to his shorts, pulling them down. You moaned as his long, hard cock sprang free, the tip leaking precum. There was no denying, he was large. Bold veins running along his thick dick, his balls shaved to perfection.

"you want it so badly, don't you babygirl?"

he groaned, as he lined himself up with your soaking core.

Nodding perfusely, sangwoo seemed dissapointed.

"use your words darling"

"yes, yes please- please give it to me"

you whined, becoming more impatient by the second. As his cock rubbed agianst your entrance, you held back a moan, not wanting to seem pathetic or overly desperate. Despite this, he knew how much you wanted his cock, how badly you needed him to fuck you, take you.

"ready sweetheart?"

he asked, as he placed both of his hands on either side on you.

"yes-"

With that, he slowly entered your soaking cunt. You let out a moan as sangwoo squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying the way you clenched around him. Slowly pulling out, he entered again, before repeating his slow and steady rhythim.

"fuck baby-"

he groaned, as his hand wandered to your aching clit again, rubbing it quickly as his pace sped up slightly with each thrust of his his hips. As you opened your eyes, you watched as his scanned your body, before your gaze met his. He couldn't help but smile at your beauty. Suddently his thick cock directly hit your cervix, making you let out a loud moan.

"right there-"

you cried out, and sangwoo took this statement and did exactly as requested. The tip of his dick continuing to hit all the right places as his fingers worked their magic on your clit.

The two sensation quickly sent you towards your orgasm as you felt that familiar knot in yout stomach beginning to come loose. However, you didn't have to tell him, he could feel it-

"shit baby-"

he cursed, still snapping his hips. Skin slapping on skin intermixed with moans filled the room, as the both of you inched closer to your highs. Your legs began to slightly shake which was all sangwoo had to see before knowing, you were nearly there.

"fuuck-"

you cried out, as sangwoo leaned down, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his shouders as he continued his addictive motions on your body.

"i'm coming-"

you whined, as sangwoo slipped his tongue into your mouth for a steamy open mouth kiss. This didn't last long as your legs violently shook and back arched off the hard mattress. With a scream of his name, you came. Your juices squirting onto him.

With a few more thrusts, sangwoo bit down on your neck once again, as his body stiffened. After pumping his hot load into you, he opened his eyes, looking at your fuckedout state. Your hands fell on either side on you, as your back hit the mattress again.

Staring into his eyes, you smiled. Wider than ever.

"goddamn-"

you mumbled, granting a laugh from your husband. he gently pulled out, swallowing hard as he watched his seed seep out of your cunt.

"you alright sweetheart?"

he asked as he laid down beside you, cupping your face with his large hand. Instead of answering, you kissed his forehead, smiling once again.

"i take that as a yes?"

he asked. Now it was your turn to laugh at his dorky comment.

"yes. yes indeed"

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ahsxual · 3 years ago

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Be Quiet For Me

Pairing: Seong Gi-Hun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: In the games, you developed a huge interest on Gi-Hun. All you could think about was dominating him, so when you had the chance, you showed him who's in charge.

Word Count: 2,4 k

Warnings: lots of teasing, sassy reader, oral sex (male receiving), sub!Gin-Hun x Dom!Reader, public sex (almost getting caught), master/mistress kink, dirty talk

A/N: Heyyy @gi-huns-girl!! As promised, here's my first smut fic about Seong Gi-Hun, my lovely husband <333. I really hope you guys enjoy this fic I wrote for you, love y'all ^^

You couldn't deny the attraction you felt for the older man the first time you noticed him. He was the first one to vote "No" when the men in red let you all decide if you wanted to stay and play those mortal games or leave for good and go back to your miserable lives: and by a simple choice, you could already tell that man prioritizes life over money. You were the second one to vote: the moment you pressed the red button, the man who was represented by number 456, looked at you with thankful eyes and a large smile on his face. He's so freaking cute... I wonder how he would behave under my control, you instinctively thought to yourself.

You knew this wasn't the right thing to think about in a situation like this... but your dirty mind was a shameless sinner. For others, it could be an insignificant act, but for you... you knew very well the fire you felt inside you the moment that handsome and lean, yet tall man stared at you with nothing but pride and innocence inside his big eyes... and you knew he felt something about you as well. You don't believe in love at first sight, but in a strong sexual tension by just a simple, yet intense glare? That's another story.

Most of the players voted no, which meant all of you would come back to your homes. A few days passed and things haven't changed: you still had a shitty life, with tones and tones of huge debts to dangerous people, so you decided it was better to just return to the place you promised you would never come back to. Yet here you are again.

Was it worth it? Of course it was: if you continued to live your normal life, you would get killed or even tortured anyway... at least in that mysterious and dangerous place, you would have a chance.

You woke up in the same bed as before: unlike how it was the first time, you weren't so confused or unprepared. You looked around, somehow hoping to see the tall man once again, even if that meant he would be in danger too. You felt extremely selfish, yet you couldn't deny your excitement to see the man who caught your eye a few days ago.

"There you are..." you thought aloud once you saw him looking around to see if he recognized who returned to the game and who didn't.

"Hey there! Looking for someone?" you said excitedly to the man who carried the number 456, making him jump at your sudden appearance.

"Oh, hey!" he greeted you once he recognized your face. You could tell he was a little nervous while he stared at you for a few long seconds.

"Uh... yes?" you quietly laughed by noticing the effect you had on him, his cheeks becoming redder by second.

"Oh, right!" he did his best to compose himself in front of you, before answering your question. "Yes, I was actually trying to recognize any of these faces around here..." he answered thoughtfully: it was unknown to you then that his childhood best friend was participating in the games as well, but he still didn't mention anything.

"Well, at least you recognized my face, right?" you winked at him and he gave you a big teeth smile.

"Of course I did! I wouldnt't have forgotten such a beautiful face." you were surprised by his spontaneous comment, yet you didn't mind it at all. You raised your left eyebrow at him in a flirty way, which made his smile drop into a terrifying expression, looking like he just saw a ghost in front of him. "No, no- that's not what I meant!!" he desesperately apologized to you, in hope you didn't find him a creep. What he didn't know, was that his comment had the exact opposite effect on you.

"It's fine, really." you laughed. "Don't worry about it, number 456. I actually find you absolutely handsome too. What can I say? Older men are fine like wine, and you, honey... I would drink you without wasting a single drop." you flirted with him shamelessly, before licking and biting your lips in an extremely provocative way while looking directly to his eyes.

"Anyway, I hope you find whoever you're looking for. And if you need me, please don't hesitate to call me anytime." you winked at him one last time, before leaving him alone: completely speechless and redder than a tomato in the middle of the huge white room full of people. If he wasn't standing there, you would swear that his heart stopped beating right there and then.

Some days had passed and you were still alive, yet you noticed something wrong with Gi-Hun that bothered you to no end: even tho you belonged to his team, you noticed that he acted really weirdly around you, like he was afraid to talk to you. At first, you found it interesting and funny, but with time you started to get impatient by his contempt towards you. Why was he ignoring you for so long?? Did you actually crossed the line with him? Maybe, but you were just playing with him, even tho what you were saying was the pure truth. You wouldn't dare to apologize to him, because you were too stubborn for that. But, you would definitely confront him about his childish attitude. After all, you can't be mad for so long with someone who's apart of your team in a survival game. And that's when you took the first chance you got.

"Excuse me, sir! I need to go to the bathroom." Gi-Hun, the name of the man who was messing with your mind, heart and core, asked to the triangle figured guard.

"I want to go to the bathroom too!" you immediately said right after him, only to receive a surprised glare from a pair of big and wide eyes in your direction. You noticed his uncomfortable stare towards you, but you didn't care about it. You were about to solve this misunderstanding right now.

You two entered the bright colored bathroom, and for a moment, you remembered your happy childhood: a time where no one judged you, where the word "danger" was unknown to you... But you instantly shook that memory of your mind, just before you heard his bathroom door close behind him. You just leaned against the wall looking at your nails, waiting for him to come outside. Did you look so desperate to talk to him? Yes you did, but you didn't care. Any moment could be your last, and the last thing you wanted was to die without solving that situation. He finally came out, before quickly looking at you and then onto the ground once again. But you decided to act differently: you stared at him with a serious glare without looking away from him, noticing his body tensing up even more by the second. He calmly washed his hands, avoiding your presence, when you decided that you had enough of it.

"Enough!" you hit the washbasin with such force, that the sound of it colliding with your hand ecooed through the whole bathroom. He looked scared at you, not knowing how to deal with your furious state. "Why the hell are you ignoring me?!" you finally asked him, your patience having vanished way too long ago.

"W-what are you talking about?? I'm not-"

"Liar!" he finally looked at you in the eyes for what seemed like an eternity, after you accused him between clenched teeth, since you couldn't be too loud or sound hysterical in front of the man who you developed a huge crush on, despites the immature attitude he was having towards you. "What was it?! It was the fact that I was flirting with you?? I was joking around, for fuck sake!" you opened your arms before slamming them loudly on your thighs, indicating that his attitude made you extremely upset and that it was nothing else but unnecessary.

"Oh..." he seemed disappointed, which made you even more confused. "So you were joking about that..." once again, he looked at the ground, too ashamed to look at you in the eyes.

"Really? Are you upset or it's just my mind messing with me?" he rolled his dark eyes at you. Finally, and for the first time since the first day you got there for a second time, your sassy attitude came back in its fullest: he didn't need to say anything for you to figure out that he was only avoiding you, because he didn't know how to act with such a beautiful woman/man in front of him. After realizing the truth, you slowly approached him while he analyzed every move and step you took, his lips now dry and his heart beating faster than a cheetah. He swallowed his own spit, yet it wasn't enough to wet his throat and trembling mouth.

"So you didn't know how to behave towards your mistress/master, huh?" you seductively whispered in his ear while you massaged his now hard cock through his green pants. You heard him moan loudly at the sudden, yet powerful amount of pleasure he was feeling.

"Shhh, my love. Now, you don't want us to be caught doing nasty things, do you?" you bit his earlobe while your hand was still working on his huge bulge inside his pants. You could already feel how hard he was just by a duzen spoken words and a single gesture from you, which made you smirk at him.

"Tsk Tsk, look at this... I've barely touched you and you're already this hard, almost cumming in your pants. What a shame..." he felt embarrassed by your dirty talk and the way he let you control him with such ease. "But you won't cum until I tell you so, isn't that right, sweetheart?" he was so lost in pure lust, that he couldn't concentrate in anything else, but your hand rubbing his solid member so delicately. Noticing this, you grabbed his clothed hard cock with even more firmness, making him gasp and moan at the sudden feeling of pain and pleasure at the same time.

"Y-yes!!" his tone was completely changed by the pleasure that consumed his body, which made you wetter/harder.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Miss/Master!! Please, do something... I can't hold it anymore..." he looked at you with pleading and innocent eyes that made your heart and pussy/cock tighten/throb, yet you couldn't let him escape so easily from this. Not after what he did to you.

"Oh, is that so?" you looked deep into his dark eyes, completely consumed by lust. "And why would I touch you when all you did was ignoring my existence, huh? You think that's fair?"

"N-no, it isn't, and I'm so sorry!! I promise I won't do it again, just... please forgive me..." he started crying in front of you, absolutely desperate for your addictive touch: you felt bad by seeing him like this, like his life depended on your physical touch, so you decided to forgive him since he apologized to you.

"Then be quiet for me baby, ok?" your hands were now working on his green tracksuit pants and boxers, before you watched his cock leaking with precum: his penis was long and its veins were pretty visible, while its head was incredibly red, searching for some kind of relief. You stared at him with surprised eyes, and without verbalizing it, he could tell you really liked what you saw.

While you were masturbating him at a fast pace, you kissed him hungrily and passionately, both of you looking like you needed to kiss each other in order to survive. His hands were all over you, but since you were so desperate just like him, you let him touch you like he dreamed since the first day he landed his eyes on you. He was a moaning mess, and you could just only imagine when was the last time that poor man was fucked by someone... but that didn't matter now. He was all yours, and you were his. You continued to kiss him to avoid you both getting caught, even though it was almost an impossible mission. If containing your own moans was one of the games you had to play, he would definitely be dead by now.

"Baby, you have to be extremely quiet right now, ok? If we weren't in this situation, it would be completely different, but let's save that for later, shall we?" when you got to your knees, you saw genuine fear in his eyes.

"Please Miss/Master, I-I can't do this..." he cried once more, not believing he could hold his pleasurable groans while you sucked his life out of him.

"Yes you can baby, please be a good boy for me, will ya?" you silently pleaded him since you wanted this as bad as him, and when he hesitantly nodded with sweat falling from his forehead, you smirked at him before putting your warm, wet lips and tongue around his large shaft.

"Oh, God!!" he almost screamed before tapping his mouth with his own hand, almost choking himself to death since he couldn't breath properly without making sexual noises. You continued your assault on his tasty cock without mercy, while massaging his balls, swirling your tongue around its tip and deepthroating him until you almost felt yourself pass out from lack of oxygen in your brain... and since you had to be quick and because he hadn't have sex in a long time, he quickly finished inside your mouth, only for you to look right into his eyes and show him how you swallowed everything he gave you. You licked your lips and closed your eyes for a second, tasting his salty cum on your tongue, and if it was possible, he would cum for a second time because of the extremely sexy sight.

You finally stood up and heard the door being harshly punched, before hearing a deep voice coming out from the other side:

"You two, come out of there before I come in and shoot you both!" at this, you laughed quietly before whispering at Gi-Hun's ear.

"Make sure you win this with me, because I really want to take my time with you." and with that, you left him half naked and breathless, while he dressed himself as fast as possible before you opened the door.

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squidgamesmut · 3 years ago

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Seong Gi-hun | Sweeter than honey

Prompt: Your childhood friend Gi-hun has quite the way of getting out the umbrella from the sugar honeycomb, and you can't get that image out of your head.

Pairing: Seong Gi-hun/Female Reader

Word count: 3.7K

Tags: NSFW, cunnilingus

Spoilers: Episode 1 / Episode 2

I haven’t proof-read this because I need to leave for uni in like 20 minutes. Please do not come for my throat when you see any mistakes, I’ll fix them later :)

MINORS DNI

There is no glory in death when it comes to this game. You’ve learnt that the hard way, when you witnessed dozens of people dying in heaps during Red Light Green Light.

Your life on the outside however seemed no better than this, and here you were, back again on the brink of collapse, sweat on your forehead, poking a thin needle over the outlines of a circle.

It was excruciating, with death breathing down your neck with every time you scraped the paper thin layer of sugar. Your true fear, however, did not lay with your own survival.

Across the room, knelt on the floor, sat Gi-hun, childhood friend turned stranger and friend again upon finding each other during the first game. Knowing that both of you were quite desperate in your current lives, you found comfort in his familiar face.

There was something endearing about the way he was sitting – butt up in the air, upper body on the floor, elbows resting on his tracksuit jacket, fingers trembling to scratch the needle against the honeycomb. His face was damp with sweat, a lock of dark hair dancing in front of his eyes, pure concentration on his features. You chewed your bottom lip, inspecting him intently for a moment until a gunshot pulled you out of your thoughts. A little away, a woman collapsed in a pool of blood.

Your heartbeat picked up in speed when you saw that your shape was almost cut out, but Gi-hun was far from finished. The man with the umbrella, you thought in agony, knowing that he had picked the most difficult shape to beat. His eyes were focused on the piece of candy as he handled it with utmost care. For a second, you wondered what he’d think if you smacked his butt. Thickly swallowing, you shook your head a little, blinking before turning back to your dalgona, licking the needle to wet it.

The room had fallen suspiciously quiet, and it had been a few moments since any gunshots echoed through the faux playground, when you were about to finish the game and successfully take the circle from the rest of the dalgona, that you looked up again to see how far Gi-hun was in the process.

The sight in front of you, not only noticed by you, was Gi-hun himself dragging the bottom of the honeycomb disc against his tongue almost frantically, and it caused your throat to run dry. A few people began to catch on and follow his lead, beginning to melt the sugar where it was most thin with their own saliva.

Your eyes widened whilst you watched him intently, bottom lip slipping in between your teeth as you sucked on it. Gi-hun’s tongue lapped at the honeycomb like his life depended on it – it did, honestly – and he covered as many of the surface as he could. Taking a sharp breath, you pressed your legs together a bit tighter, the very image of Gi-hun licking at the sugar like that making you ache inside with undeniable lust.

If he could suck away at a piece of honeycomb toffee like that, how would it feel between your legs?

You immediately shook off the thought, but it returned just as fast. With trembling fingers, you poked free the circle, sighing in relief before holding it up to show it to a guard. The masked man gave you a nod after your number was passed, and gestured towards the door for you to leave, but you couldn’t help but cast a longing glance over your shoulder in order to catch another glimpse of Gi-hun’s warm and broad tongue on that piece of dalgona, only seconds on the counter.

The umbrella popped free, and you let out a long exhale of happiness, a smile breaking out on your face. You covered it with your hand, hoping to hide it, your fingers tacky with sugar. “Player 456, pass.” announced the voice over. Gi-hun’s hands shook with relief, and you quickly rushed out to prevent upsetting the guards.

The now-muffled voice announced that the time was up, and you could definitely hear that some ruckus was starting to unfold behind you amongst the gunshots of the people now eliminated from the game, but the blood rushed through your ears for a whole other reason. That tongue, oh, that tongue. It was a sight you would definitely not forget any time soon, and you swallowed thickly at the very idea.

Heading over to your bunk, you sat down on your bed, not seeking out the others on your team. Pulling your legs up to your chest, you tried catching your breath, adrenaline running through your veins.

Gi-hun entered the common room, looked around to find your group, and spotted you in the process. A gentle smile broke out on his face and he gave you a small, shy wave. You waved back, a blush starting to build, for he seemed so oblivious to the very lustful thoughts just bouncing through your mind right now. He regrouped with Sang-woo, Ali and the old man, discussing whatever had been going on.

It was almost fun, this arousing secret of yours. You didn’t even pay any attention to the large piggy bank that appeared, eyes glued onto your good friend.

From that moment on, you knew that you couldn’t look at Gi-hun in a platonic way anymore.

~*~*~*~

That evening, you had carefully approached your little posse again, who were busy discussing whatever would be next. Ali had questioned why you had been so distant right after you returned from the game instead of coming to chat with them, but you had waved it off and said that you had been a little shaken because of the executions that had taken place.

You had been shaken, alright, but for a whole different reason.

Your bathroom break had not at all helped your case – touching yourself at the thought of Gi-hun’s tongue did not do it for you, not when you knew when the very subject of your lustful ideas was in the very next room and the stalls were uninspiringly filthy.

The result was a soaked pair of knickers and an aching core, your clit unsatisfied and it would probably remain in that state until you could finally fall asleep tonight, but as long as you were awake and conscious, you were very aware of your own body and how it was still feeling ignited by the earlier sight of today. Gi-hun sat close to you when awaiting dinner, and you had chewed at your nails for a while when you finally found the courage to speak to him.

“What you did back there was uh… It was very good, I think that a lot of people are alive because of you.”

He blinked a few times, dark brown eyes glittering with delight. “You really think so?”

You gave a meek nod. “Yes.”

“That’s really sweet of you to say. Thank you, (Y/n).”

You rubbed your neck after tucking some hair behind your ear, clearing your throat. “I actually thought back on our childhood. When we’d visit that one old man on the corner of the street near your house.”

Gi-hun’s smile grew and he scooted closer so that he could hear you better, and your heartbeat instinctively increased. “Yes, I do remember! That one time when he challenged us to get out that heart shape and then called us a cute couple when we managed to do it. That man really thought that you and I…”

His voice trailed off, and he looked away with a sudden more solemn look on his face. “That you and I were… You know…”

Swallowing, you sighed and looked around the room. People seemed anxious and agitated, awaiting dinner and whatever instructions were yet to come. You hugged your legs tighter to your body, your core aching to be relieved of the pressure ever building.

“Maybe the old man was right. I did… Do like you, you know.” you suddenly confessed, and it had fallen from your lips before you could even comprehend it. Something shifted in Gi-hun’s demeanour and his shoulders stiffened.

“You do?”

Your lips trembled a little as you nodded, considering adding that you meant that you liked him as more than a friend.

A smirk tugged at his lip, a bit different from the smile that had already been there. Gi-hun seemed shy, and folded his hands in his lap.

“Well, might as well just tell you.” said he, “I used to be very much in love with you.”

Your face flushed bright red – why was he telling you this? Perhaps the fact that death was upon you, and that at least one of you two was going to die.

“Why did you never tell me?” you queried, and he looked at you with an almost indignant look on his face.

“Why I never told you? What do you think? You were… Are… Way out of my league! Sometimes I’m not even sure why you were interested in a friendship with me in the first place!”

You fell silent, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. “Gi-hun, I… Where did you ever get that idea from?”

He scoffed at himself, shaking his head. “I don’t… I mean…” He sighed and took a deep breath. “We… I… I thought you were so beautiful, (Y/n). You still are, and… Oh, why am I not good with things like these?”

Gi-hun rubbed his forehead before pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply before turning to you again. “(Y/n), you’re perfect. You’ve always been. My mother always asked me why I didn’t… Didn’t marry you instead of…” he made a gesture in the air at the mention of his ex-wife, and he buried his face in his palms.

You scooted closer, feeling braver now that the word was out, and you put your hands on Gi-hun’s wrists. “Gi-hun.” you whispered, trying to get him to look at you. It didn’t take long until his deep brown eyes found your (e/c) ones, and he let out a shivering breath.

“You were my first love.” you admitted, “And I like to think that you still are. When we eventually got out of touch with each other, I regretted letting you go. Seeing you here brings back so many good memories, and… Well…”

“What’s stopping you?”

Gi-hun stared at you, awaiting your answer, and you bit your lip. “Come with me.” you whispered, “Follow me to the bathroom. Meet me in five minutes.”

You released his hands and stood up, almost stumbling over your own feet when you approached the restrooms at the side of the room. Wiping your clammy hands on the tracksuit, you announced that you had to use the loo, and the guard allowed you in.

Heart drumming in your ears, you went into an empty stall and clasped your hand over your mouth. Was this really going to happen? Were you really going to admit your lustful feelings about him right here and now, mere minutes after confessing your childhood crush on him?

It was the only logical thing to do when death was so despicably close. Urgence was nothing but necessary – if you were to die, let it at least be on a fond memory of your former best friend.

The door creaked open hesitantly, and Gi-hun whispered your name, allowing you to breathe in relief. You approached him whilst he closed the door, looking at you quizzically, though curious to see what you were going to say to him.

“Do you trust me, Gi-hun?”

“Of course I do. I always have. I’ve… Actually never stopped thinking about you, and I—”

You cut him off by doing the boldest thing you had ever done in your life apart from signing up for a literal death game – you pressed your lips to his firmly, pouring all your emotion into the intense but chaste lip-lock. It took Gi-hun a few seconds to respond, but when he did, he relaxed and cupped your face in his hands, moving his mouth against yours in a wonderful kiss before pulling back.

“(Y/n), I’m… You’re…” He stumbled over his words, blinking a few times, shaking his head. “I don’t understand. You’re… everything. You’ve always been everything. I just don’t see how you can kiss me when—”

“When I tell you that I feel the exact same way about you?” you interrupted. “Gi-hun, when I saw you right before that first game we had to play, everything came rushing back instantly. As if you never really left.”

“Really?” he queried, still confused and a bit dazed from the kiss. He licked his lips, eyes flicking to your mouth, as if he was deliberating to claim it with his. You gave a small nod, leaning in again.

This time, the snog was more urgent – his tongue darted into your mouth a bit clumsily, and it sent a surge of electricity and lust through your system right away. Closing your eyes, you were allowed to bury your hands into his dark locks, scraping your fingers against his scalp, his arms enveloping your waist and pulling you flush against him.

It tasted vaguely of sugar honeycomb, and it was as if any unspoken word about what you had ever felt for each other was poured into the kiss right then and there. Gi-hun drew back for air, and you let out a soft, involuntary moan, your body instinctively chasing after his swollen lips.

“(Y/n), I…”

“When I saw you work your mouth on that dalgona.” you murmured, your other hand resting on his chest, fingering the nylon of the tracksuit, “How your tongue melted that sugar like it was nothing…”

Swallowing, you confessed your lust: “It made me wonder so many things.”

Gi-hun raised an eyebrow whilst you swallowed thickly, your entrance and clit aching for stimulation, but the man in front of you did not yet pick up on your thoughts.

“What kind of things?”

Perhaps he was naïve, but perhaps he just wanted to hear the words from your own mouth. The sudden swell in his trousers told you that it was the latter.

Putting your face against his neck, you opted to boldly suck his skin against your tongue before whispering in his ear. “All kinds of things… For example, how it’d feel in between my legs.”

The man let out a sound and looked at you in both disbelief and newfound lust, curiously letting a hand slip under your shirt. “Oh?”

“Yes,” you said, “What do you say?”

Gi-hun let out a small huff, looking over his shoulder at the door as if anyone could come in any time.

“Get into a stall.” he ordered, and the very tone of his voice made your mouth water and your stomach clench tightly.

You rushed into the nearest one, Gi-hun soon following and closing the door. Hastily kissing you, he pulled your shirt from your trousers, giving you an apologetic look when he pulled back breathlessly.

“I’m so sorry that we have to do it like this.” he said, but you shook your head, caressing his face.

“Don’t apologise for anything, Gi-hun. Of course a toilet stall is not the most romantic of spots, but neither of us can help it.” You pressed another lingering kiss onto his lips before he moved you to stand with your back against the door, kneeling down in front of you without wasting any time.

The air was cold against your bare butt, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. Watching how Gi-hun knelt down in front of you and pushed your legs apart so that he could sit in between was the most beautiful sight you could have ever imagined.

Heavy knocking upon the door to the bathroom pulled you out of your soft moment, the muffled voice of one of the guards calling out to hurry.

“I need some tampons!” you called out loudly, “Or pads! I’m on my period!”

“Too bad!” one of the guards told you, and you rolled your eyes. “You’ll just have to bunch up some toilet paper and put it in!”

“I can’t walk around like this! It’s everywhere! At least player 456 is helping me out!”

Muttering amongst the guards, and then, silence. Perhaps that one of them went to fetch some pads for you, and it gave you and Gi-hun a little more time.

The man in question looked at you dotingly, pressing his lips against the inside of your thigh, inhaling the scent of your arousal.

“Gi-hun…” you sighed, throwing back your head at the sensation of his breath fanning over your soaked pussy, almost teasing if it weren’t for the warmth and utter adoration in his eyes. “I want you.”

His pupils dilated even more than they already were, and he finally pressed that tongue of his against the spot where you needed him most. Licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit, he tasted you for the very first time, and you stifled a moan by putting your hand over your mouth. His hands held your thighs, dark eyes peering at your drenched sex, gauging your reaction.

“Please, Gi-hun, more…” you begged, biting your bottom lip, hoping that he’d get the desperation in your voice of how much you needed him. He smiled, a sight that made your heart skip a few beats like it always had done, and he resumed his perfect onslaught, lapping away at your pussy, eating you like there was no tomorrow.

Perhaps there would be no tomorrow. Perhaps that is why he pleasured you with a determination like you had never seen on him before. Even cutting out the honeycomb had not sent him into a focus this intense.

Gi-hun struggled with keeping his eyes open, wanting to both look at your beautifully flushed face and relish in the flavour of your juices a bit more. He sucked on your clit, feeling your thighs on the sides of his head tense up as if he had hit a spot you particularly liked, and a certain mewl that left your lungs had his trousers tighten more than they already were.

One hand laced into his thick black hair, and you tugged at it firmly as to keep him in place. He allowed you to begin grinding against his tongue, the wet expanse sending you closer to that edge of orgasm. “Oh, Gi-hun…” you moaned softly, your other hand on your clothed breast, your knees weak at how good it felt.

The knot in your stomach tightened with every grind against his tongue. You wondered how different your life would have been if you had pursued the man underneath you many years ago, before you lost each other to the outside world, but you quickly pushed away the bittersweet thought of the fact that you probably wouldn’t have been here in the first place had that been the case. Perhaps that you could have been happy together, with a little family.

Tears appeared at the corners of your eyes from both pleasure and intrusive thoughts, and you swallowed thickly lest you become overwhelmed with emotion. You moaned his name once more, the knocking upon the bathroom door a sound that was blurred in your eyes. Gi-hun’s warm mouth momentarily left your pussy to respond to the man at the door, telling something about washing up, and you let out a whimper of desperation, needing him between your legs again.

“I’m going to… To…” you announced, breathing heavily when he latched onto your cunt once again, licking deeply into you. His nose grazed your clit and he inhaled deeply, the sparkle in his dark brown eyes making your pleasure increase tenfold. “Oh, Gi-hun, please…”

He didn’t tease you – he didn’t have time to do so. Mouthing at your hardened clit, he sent you over the edge, your limbs weakening, fingers tingling with pleasure as your orgasm shunted through your veins, a broken moan leaving your hoarse throat, stars appearing in your vision when you came undone.

Gi-hun let out a soft chuckle, perhaps a bit taken aback by how he had made you tremble in pleasure, surprised by his own actions. Your legs wobbled and he held you tight, coaxing you through your orgasm with his searingly hot tongue.

“Thank you.” you whispered, “Thank you so much…”

Gi-hun smiled, lapping up your cum until your satisfied cunt was messier than ever, sighing against your thigh whilst your fingers gently clawed to his hair.

“That sugar honeycomb tasted sweet,” he whispered, “But you, (Y/n), taste a thousand times sweeter.”

You let out a laugh, ignoring the slamming on the door of the guard. “Hurry up, or you won’t get any dinner!” the man called whilst Gi-hun shoved your tracksuit pants back over your legs, and your hastily tied them before helping him up, pulling him into a quick kiss before rushing out of the stall, heading for the sinks and running the water right before the guard came in.

You stared with a blank face at the triangle on the mask of the guard, raising an eyebrow in question. “Finally. A lady can’t just walk around with blood all in her underwear, that’s disgusting!”

Gi-hun shrugged when the guard looked at him, “Can’t argue with that logic.”

The guard handed you a sanitary pad and stormed out of the room in annoyance, leaving you and Gi-hun to be. As soon as the bathroom door shut, you burst out in laughter.

“That was a close call.” you said, walking towards him and slipping the pad into your pocket. Gi-hun bit his lip, looking at you gently for a few moments.

“Whatever this may bring,” said he, “Will we stick together?”

“To the very end.” you promised, cupping his face in your hands. “Like we used to say when new were little.”

He put his hand atop yours, and then leaned down to kiss you once again, lingering, leaving you wanting more. Still, you had to return so that you could have dinner, for how much you’d like to continue this, you would need the calories to function.

“To the very end,” Gi-hun repeated, rubbing his nose against yours. “Whatever it takes.”

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kyloxox · 3 years ago

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Chauffeur (Gi-Hun x Reader Smut)

Summary: Your overprotective father hires Gi-Hun as your personal chauffeur and babysitter. As you two grow closer you help Gi-Hun with his debt and your emotions can’t be concealed much longer.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, thigh riding, blowjob, unprotected sex, facial, age gap.

Your father was a piece of shit. He didn't abuse you or hurt you, not physically. He was emotionally exhausting and you could barely handle it any more. He was a hard ass. He didn’t know what it meant to wanna be in your w0s and live your best life. He kept you locked up in your mansion unless you were with him. It was only a few months ago you convinced him to let you leave the house by yourself with a personal chauffeur.

You did understand it somewhat you just moved to Korea from America and you were knew to the city but you felt like this chauffeur was gonna be more like a babysitter rather than driver.

That’s when you met Gi-Hun. You stepped into the car and saw the man turn. He was older than you by many years and your father by a few. He was that good middle age that was always attractive and by god was this man attractive. The features on his face were unique and so was his smile, he seemed so happy for being a chauffeur. His had black hair that was shaped into some sort of mullet as well as that his hair looked soft, super soft. You shook your head from the thought, you can’t be thinking these things especially about a chauffeur your dad hired.

Gi-hun was surprised at your appearance too. He thought we should be driving around a younger kid not a girl in her 20s but he wasn’t upset you were beautiful with radiant hair and glossy eyes.

“Hello Miss.”He said with a cheesy smile. The smile had your lips quirk up in a small smile.

“Hey.”

“Where would you like to go Miss.” He said turning towards the road.

“Please you don’t have to call me that.” You say looking down at your phone to check your recent messages.

“But your father has a strict list of rules-” He began to speak in a nervous tone, and you cut him off.

“You’ll find out that those rules don’t matter to me.” Gi-Hun awkwardly held up an actual rule list in his hand. You blinked as you stared at it. That asshole really gave your chauffeur an actual list. You grumbled something under your breath as you stared at it.

1. Don’t leave her alone in anywhere.

2. Don’t let her eat junk food.

“What the fuck”

3. Drive her to places I approve of.

Anger probably radiated off of your face as you continued down the list. Before you knew it you ripped the list in half and threw it out the window.

“Can you believe him? What kind of dad does that? I doubt you make your daughter live under a certain list of rules.”

“She’s doesn’t live with me actually.” He responded. Your eyes lite up.

“Really?”

“I’m divorced.” Oh fuck. He wasn't married and he was attractive and he was going to be driving you around everyday. You quickly moved up from the back seat to the front seat through the small entrance. You may have kicked Gi-Hun in the face while you tried to scramble up there but you didn't care.

“Your father specifically instructed you sit in the back.” The man said holding up his phone that had another list on it.

“Are you kidding me?” You grabbed the phone and threw it in the back seat.

“Hey!” He started to raise his voice you then turned to him with a violent look. “I needed that.” He said his voice quieter.

“No you don’t. I can handle myself.” You responded.

“B-but your father.”

“But my father nothing. No offense sir but my father isn't here. And while you're with me I’m in charge of you.” You say before telling him you wanna go to the mall. He just slowly nods his head in response.

It had been a few months since you were introduced to Gi-Hun and you had to admit he made good company. He listened to everything you said and took you where ever you wanted. You learned a lot about him as well. You felt pity for his situation and frequently gifted him extra tips and nice meals, along with a few pay raises, in which you tricked your father into giving him. And he was very grateful. You did really enjoy spoiling him though. He deserved it. He was so different from all the men you were used to, he was down to earth and kind. You couldn't stop an attraction forming for him. He was so attractive to you with his black hair that had grays littering it. His soft face with his shy smile.

And he very much enjoyed spending time with you. You made him feel young again and forget his depressing life. You were also very kind to him way more than he believed he deserved. He found himself growing attracted to you but he knew it wouldn’t work. You were too young and too free. He was stuck as your chauffeur and that’s all you probably saw him as.

After a shift with you he found himself in the subway and then in the game after the first game he obviously went home. He knew he could stay there and he wouldn't ever go back. But then his mother was admitted to the hospital. He was devastated. He had gone to everyone he could for money yet there was no chances. He had a few more options. Asking your father for his pay in advance maybe, and picking up more chauffeuring jobs. But he knew it would never be enough. That’s when you walked by the small market he was sitting in front of.

You giggled with your friends as you walked by the shop. You stopped as you made eye contact with the man sitting outside. Your smile immediately brightened when you noticed who it was, you ran from your friends to him.

“Gi-Hun! I haven’t seen you in a while” You spoke to him as you stopped walking. Your friends looked concerned but you encouraged them to go on without you. Truthfully the last time you saw Gi-Hun was a few days ago and your father said he abruptly took a few days off without much notice.

“Y/n.” He stood up, embarrassed by his appearance. He probably looked pathetic, sitting alone in the rain drinking alcohol. “W-what are you doing walking out in the rain like this at night?” He asked you trying to distract you from what he was doing outside the small shop.

“It’s what happens when I don’t have my trusty chauffeur with me.” You giggled walking closer to where he was. He looked so good right now. He was wearing just a shirt and jeans with a jacket. But his hair was wet and out of place but it looked adorable as it framed his face.

“Would you like to sit with me?” He ordered the chair next to his, you nodded your head as you sat down. “Small world huh?” Gi-Hun says.

“We live like 10 minutes away from each other.” You laugh at him. He laughs back with his charming smile. “Where have you been? It’s been days since I’ve seen you.” You looked at him with doe eyes, they had sadness in them at the fact that you didn’t see him. While your eyes usually relaxed Gi-Hun, he tended up at the question.

“I-I-I just had some business.” He said looking down at his drink. You noticed his tense nature and felt it was best not to ask where he was.

“Mhm. Why do you look so sad?” You ask noticing his somber expression.

“M-my ugh mother needs surgery and I don’t have the money to help her.” He explained quickly. “I just feel like a terrible son, like I've disappointed her.” You look at him with sympathy as you reaching over to grab his hand.

“GI-Hun it will be ok. You will be a good son.” You take your wallet out of your pocket and take out a random amount of cash and hand it to him. “Here take this. I’m sure it’s more than enough to cover everything and all the bills.” You speak as he looks at the amount in shock.

“N-no I can’t possibly take this. I’ll just talk to your father about working more hours-”

“Gi-Hun as much as I would love to spend more time with you, you can not make the amount you need in time. Please just take this. I don’t need it. I really don’t. I want you to have it.”

“I can’t-” He hands the money back to you but you stand abruptly.

“If you don’t take the money I’ll never speak to you again.” You said turning away from him.

“Y/n, y/n. I can’t I would feel too guilty.” You continue to stare at the store front ignoring him. “Y/n, stop with the games I'm serious.” Gi-Hun gets up from his chair and moves toward you. “Enough with the games!” He says harsher. You still ignore him.

“Fine, fine I’ll take it.” You blank expression turns to a smile as you wrap your arms around him.

“Thank you. Thank you.” You say to him. He smiles and your heart flutters. You would give him all the money in the world if it meant if he could see you smile like that again.

“No thank you, you’re the amazing one.” You stare up at him and he memorizes your features. The way you smile when he praises you goes straight through his body. “Please let me know if you need anymore. I want to help you, Gi-Hun. You’re my friend.” You grab his hand again and squeeze it in yours. “I don’t want to ever have to see you sad, especially when I can help.” You say sweetly and you push a piece of his hair out of his face.

Gi-Hun almost wants to cry at your kindness and protective nature towards him. He never had someone care so much for him besides his mother. He wants nothing more than to kiss you and tell you he loves you in every way he can. But then he is pushed back into reality, realizing it would never work between the two of you. You probably wouldn't dream of wanting to be with him. He was old, broke and still living with his mother at 40.

“Do you wanna walk me back to my house, Chauffeur?” You asked him, smiling.

“But your friends are waiting on you.”

“Mhm but I’m in much better company with you.” You said linking your arm with his. He just smiled and walked with you to your house. All Gi-Hun could focus on right now was you. Your smile, hair, everything captivated his attention. He didn’t even notice the old man from the game stare back at the two of you as you left the shop.

“Gi-Hun can you unzip this for me.” You spoke to the man as he waited outside the room. It had been a few months since you helped with Gi-Hun and his mother. From Gi-Hun’s reports his mother’s surgery was going well and you were happy to hear it. And now you were shopping for a dress for your friend’s 23rd birthday party.

Gi-Hun’s head shot up as he heard your voice. He slowly nodded his head. As he stood you giggled and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the dressing room. Gi-Hun’s hand slowly made his way to the zip. You were staring at his expression in the mirror, he seemed unsure of what to do, even though he did. He was very close to you, you could feel his breath on your neck. Soon your breathing grew heavier as his body heat radiated towards yours.

His thumb and pointer finger grabbed onto the zip and began to unzip it at an agonizing pace. After he part of your back was exposed his other hand ran over it, following the zipper. Once the zipper reached the end his hand didn’t leave you.

“Gi-Hun.” You whispered, before he abruptly turned you around so you were facing him. You moved your hand forward slightly so the dress fell to the ground. Before you could register anything, Gi-Hun grabbed your waist and pushed you into the wall as his lips went into yours. The kiss was passionate, so much more passionate than you ever had. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you. You were bare underneath the dress you previously wore and your pebbled breasts began to be smoothed down by his rough fingertips.

“Gi-Hun please this is so wrong.” You whispered against his lips as he began to trail kisses down your neck to your ear. The thoughts rolled through your head, how much older he was than you, but at this point you didn't care. You wanted him and he wanted you.

“Then why does it feel so good?” He moved one of his hands from your breasts to your wet lips, not touching them directly yet. He looked at your face for a sign of approval and you gave him a nod of acknowledgement. The minute your face moves his fingers explore your most sensitive part. “And why is this so wet?” You just moan in response as he skillfully play with your clit with his finger. You held onto his shoulder to keep your balance.

Gi-Hun moved his hand and away from you to sit on the bench that was placed on the side of the wall.

“C’mere pretty girl.” He said with a sinister smile. You look over at him fully clothed and you look down at yourself bare.

“It’s not fair you're wearing too many clothes.” You whine as you make your way over to him. As you sit on his lap you begin to unbutton his shirt. You began to bit your lip at his exposed chest. His muscles flexed as you continued to undress him until his shirt was fully on the floor. You stared at his body and he was surprisingly ripped. He had toned abs and strong arms.

He moves his arms around your waist to guide you to straddle one of his thighs. You moan as your exposed cunt meets the rough material of his jeans. He guides your hips along the material as it brushes against your clit. You moan out at the sensation.

“That’s it princess.” He moves his hands off of you so you can move by yourself. “Rub yourself on my jeans.” You started to move faster as the feeling became addictive.

“You feel so good, Gi-Hun.” You whine out at the friction that is bringing you closer and closer to ecstasy. “Feels so good.” He praises more. You feel the pool between your legs grow larger as your orgasm chases you. You’re so close and with one final tug at his jeans your clit spasms and a powerful orgasm washes over you. You rest your head on his shoulder while you try to recollect yourself.

Soon you’re getting off his thigh you get down on your knees, unbuckling his belt and zipping down his pants. You are desperate to see him. You wanna see what he’s hiding in his pants. You’re on fire and you need something to relieve it.

Once he’s left in his boxers you’re excited. You quickly move your hand to ghost over the strain that is against the gray boxers. You bite your lip as you feel how large and warm he feels. You quickly pull down his boxers and he springs out.

You feel your body heat up more and pleasure moves directly to your core as you stare at him. He looks sinful, standing tall, with veins decorating his base. He liked like the perfect size to pleasure you. You wanted to moan as you saw him.

“You like my cock baby?” He asks as he starts lazily jerking himself off in front of your face. You couldn’t believe you were getting a front row view of this. “You wanna touch it?”

“Yes.” You whisper before you immediately wrap your mouth around his head. Even though you were young you still had experience giving blow jobs and you were determined to give Gi-Hun the best blow job of his life.

You start by licking his head repeatedly before you start to bob your head up and down, sucking the life out of him. What’s left of his base was being pumped in your left hand. Gi-Hun let out an animalistic growl at your actions.

“Fuck princess just like that.” He lazily moved his hand in your hair, barely gripping it, but used it as leverage. You continued your movements as you felt him quiver and shake behind you. You popped him out of your mouth for a moment but continued to touch him with your hand.

“I wanna taste you, Gi-Hun.” You say before licking at his head again.

“You’ll get a taste right after I fuck you, princess.” He grabs your hand sweetly and motions for you to stand up. He takes the small of your back and judges over to straddle him. He positioned you so he lined up at your entrance. He slowly moved your hips down onto his cock, you squirmed at the feeling of being filled. As you continued to sink down onto his thick length.

Once you were comfortable on top of him, you started to move your hips up and down to create a rhyme. As you moved up and down his length with a tight clench around him, Gi-Hun threw his head back. He’s never felt like this before with a woman. He’d never been in someone who was so tight around him. It was heaven. Soon he was going deeper and deeper inside of you and you started to whine against him as you felt yourself coming closer to the edge.

“Yeah you like getting fucked by an older man?” He whispered in your ear as his hands guided you to bounce on top of him. The thrusts were quick against him.

“Y-yes.” You whimpered back. Your hands made their way to his thick hair and threaded it through his strands.

“Your daddy hired me to keep you protected from this kind of stuff but now I’m deep inside this tight pussy.” He thrusts his hips up to meet yours and it further plunges his cock inside of you.

“Ah fuck.” Is all you can manage to spit out. He wasn’t wrong though, it did turn you on to fuck your chauffeur, someone your dad trusted to protect you and keep you safe. You gushed around him as the thought drove you mad.

“Yeah bounce on that cock baby.” He said as you continued to move up and down against his body. You were squeezing his cock to death as you kept slamming down on him and Gi-Hun swore he never felt this good.

It felt so good like this, to have him so close to you. It was like you were made for each other. The universe was just waiting to put the two of you together at the times you most needed it.

“God baby, I’m so close to coming.” Gi-Hun grunts between his teeth. You whine against him as you continue to move your hips the fastest you can without coming.

“Gi-Hun my hips and thighs are getting tired.” You whine against him.

“Oh now we can’t have that.” He said in a pouty tone. You get off of him and he stands up. “Lay down princess, I want you to be comfortable.” You lay down and he moves on top of you. He cradles your face with his hand as he moves a piece of your hair out of your face.

As you lay beneath him you grab onto his soft hair and pull him closer to you, attaching your lips to his. They’re soft and magnetic against yours. And soon he’s thrusting his hips faster and he’s hitting the most sinful part of you.

“Gi-hun, fuck. You’re fucking me feel so good.” You pant as he continues his quick thrusts into your body. He’s moving faster that you were when you were on top and it feels so good. The pressure of his body against yours added to the pleasure, being so close to him your breasts squeezed against his chest. You could feel his hips stutter as he came closer to the edge and you followed close behind him.

“So close princess.” He grunted. You grabbed onto his hair with a more forceful grip to stabilize yourself.

“Me too baby.” You whispered back. “Keep fucking me like this I’m gonna come soon.” This urged him on and began a more faster pace, desperate to see you come and it works. Your stomach grows a knot that is desperate to come undone. With a few more thrusts from Gi-Hun hits the spot to make you gush and come around him, clenching him to death. He throws his head out at the sudden tightness.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come.” He says before he pulls out, “Get on your knees for me, princess.” You immediately do as he says as he pumps his cock in his fist.

“Gonna come on this pretty face.” He says before his eyes glue shut and his thick load is landing on your face. You moan as it hits your face. You look up at him with his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth slightly open. It’s sinful how good he looks it makes you wanna get right back on him and start riding him again.

When his orgasm has run it’s course he looks at you and the mess on your face. He smirks at his work before he takes a few droplets from your forehead and place them in your mouth.

“You wanted to taste my come didn’t you.” You happily nod with his fingers in your mouth. You finally get off your knees and start to getting dressed.

“I think you should buy the dress.” He says after you both put back on your clothes. “It looks nice on the floor. I could get used to it there.”

“Shut up.” You say pulling your sweater over your head. You pull out your wallet and hand him a few bills.

“What is this for?”

“Your services.” You giggle moving towards him to exit but he blocks it.

“I’m not a prostitute.”

“No but you I still wanna thank you.” You say kissing his check before leaving the dressing room.

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intellectualfallacy · 3 years ago

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Request: 'Hi may you do a gi hun smut where reader "jokingly" says that sangwoo would be better in bed and it gets gi hun riled up and rough smut please and thank you'

A/N: I set this up pre- Squid Game. All three were childhood friends and met up during one of Sangwoos rare visits. In my head, they’re in their early 20s.

Thanks for the request and hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Seong Gihun/F!Reader

Rating: Mature 18+

MINORS DONT INTERACT

Warning(s): Smut, Hair pulling, Dirty Talk

"I bet the girls were all over you, weren't they?" Gihun joked, taking a swig of his beer as Sangwoo shook his head with a laugh. "Oh, no, they weren't." He replied, taking a nervous drink from the half empty glass. I laughed, shaking my head. He comes back for once and that's what's of focus. We sat outside of the busy bar, people coming in and out as the night went on. "Ah, you don't need to lie. If everyone here was all over you, they must have when you were there." I replied, giving a smile. "There were girls that pulled me aside to ask for YOUR number." Gihun reminiced, Sangwoo giving a small laugh as he looked at us. "What about Gihun? I imagine he constantly has girls chasing after him." Sangwoo asked. "For a night maybe." I mumbled as I took a drink. What number was this one? Third? Fourth?

Gihun looked over with a confused look. "What do you mean?" He asked. "At parties you always manage to get a girl yet they're gone by the next morning." I said. "Yeah, have you heard of a one night stand?" He asked sarcastically, Sangwoo chuckling. I raised my hands up as if in defeat. "I'm just saying girls always come back when they get something good." I said. Both of them sat there, somehow surprised with what I've said.

"What? It's not like I'm a prude." I replied, taking a swig as Sangwoo started to laugh. "Who do you think would be better then? If you know so much about our sex lives." Sangwoo asked, Gihun almost spitting out the beer he was drinking. Chuckling, I looked between them. Both of them are incredibly handsome so I'd be lying if I said I never... thought about them in that way once or twice. The only one of them that made a reoccurring appearance was Gihun. Maybe it was his loyalty and sweetness I always loved. I never thought of pursuing him. It wasn't something I'd risk our friendship for.

"Based on how long your relationships have lasted..." I faked a thinking expression. If I said Gihun, I think I'd be way too obvious. Doesn't help the drinks have elevated my... feelings.

"Sangwoo." I said, earning a burst of laughter from Sangwoo as Gihun sat there, downing the rest of his drink as he stared at me. I gave a small smile as he did. In reality, I was freaking out. His stare made my heart skip a beat. He never gave me a stare like that. It felt like he could see right through me. I felt my cheeks heat up as I looked away, smiling at Sangwoo. Luckily it could just be chalked up to the drinking. "I have to get another drink." Gihun said before quickly standing up and heading back towards the bar. I didn't notice that Sangwoo's laughter had seized until he said, "I didn't think he'd get upset at that." "If I had said Gihun, you probably would've been the same." I replied. He opened his mouth to retort but gave up, giving a shrug before pulling out a cigarette packet from his jacket. "I still think I'm better." He laughed as he lit his cigarette, letting out a large puff of smoke.

"We could meet up tomorrow night again." Gihun said as we stood outside of the bar as it was preparing to close. "I'll see. I have some things to do tomorrow, hope they won't take long." Sangwoo said, waving his hand drunkenly at passing cars. "You have to wait for an actual cab." I said, stomping the finished cigarette bud under my heel. Another wave and a cab slowed next to Sangwoo, turning to us and giving a dumb smile. "See you guys. Call me in the morning." He said before getting into the back, leaving us two alone.

"Do you really think he'd be better?"

Gihun wasn't smiling or cracking jokes now. He leaned against the wall, smoking as he waited for my reply. "It was a joke question. You don't need to think too much into it." I replied. "And what if I do?" He asked, standing straight as he walked over to me. I raised an eyebrow at him before saying, "I never thought sweet Gihun could get mad over a joke." He chuckled lowly as he took his final draw from the shortening cigarette, throwing it down to the ground. "I'm not mad." He said as he stomped onto the bud, letting out the smoke through his mouth slowly. "I just want to prove you wrong." A smirk appeared on his face as I swallowed nothing, my face feeling hotter than before. Holy crap. This was really happening. I didn't know if this was a dream or not at this point. Never in a thousand years would I expect those words out of his mouth, let alone to me. My heart felt like jumping out of my chest.

"What do you say?" He said, moving closer so that were barely inches apart. His hand came up to grasp the back of my neck as his breath ghosted against my ear. "Your place or mines?"

"Mine. It's closer."

Clothes that were thrown laid from the doorway to the open bedroom, both of us removing our last bits of clothing as we stumbled onto the bed. His mouth never left mine, almost with a carnal need. I groaned into the kiss as his hand grasped my breast, teasing as the other stroked my thigh. I grabbed his shoulder as I let the other slip down his chest, trying to touch everywhere. His hand grabbed my thigh to spread my legs more, moving his hand slowly down my thigh. I moaned as his finger lightly stroked my slit, his fingertip only slipping in before going back to stroke. My hand that was on his chest went down and grasped him by the base, earning a deep groan. "(Y/N)." His lips left mines as he kissed down my face to my neck. Two fingers entered me as he sucked on my neck, causing me to groan and move my head to give him more access. As I stroked him he thrust slightly in my hand, giving small gasps against my neck. I moaned out his name as he started a quick pace, continuing to suck then lick over the marks he created on my neck and shoulder. I continued to stroke him as I grabbed onto his hair, him moaning into my skin. His hand left my breast as he grabbed my hand that stroked him, moving it away. I whined as I grasped the bedsheet as a third digit entered, curling his fingers over and over. I gasped before groaning as his fingers found my g spot, keeping a pressure on the spot. "Shit." I groaned, feeling the familiar pit coming on. My hips started to meet his thrusts, him moving back and looking down once he noticed. "Fuck." He groaned, looking back up at me. "Are going to come?" He asked. I nodded frantically as I kept moaning, grasping onto his forearm. He smirked as he suddenly slowed down, removing his fingers abruptly.

"Gihun!" I yelped before he kissed me again, his tongue overtaking as his hands grabbed my thighs, bending my legs back further towards me. I moaned as his tip stroked my slit, gathering my wetness onto him. He groaned into my mouth before moving back, pressing our foreheads together. He stared into my eyes as I felt him enter, my mouth falling open before letting out a deep moan. His eyes didn't leave mines as he continued, his cock spreading me open. I never felt so full before, it was driving me crazy. I let out a shaky breath as he bottomed out, closing my eyes as I tried to get more adjusted to him. Before I even could he moved his hips back, slamming back into me. "Ah." I moaned loudly as he thrust into me with a steady, quick pace. He let out small groans as he grabbed onto my legs, keeping them steady. "You're so tight." He groaned, his jaw clenched as he gave shaky breaths. He leaned over me, bringing my ankles to reach his shoulders as he placed his hands on either side of me. The new angle made me yelp in surprise, grabbing onto his shoulders as he trapped me under him. "Should've fucked you earlier." He groaned, slowing down and moving his hips in long, deep thrusts. "Fuck." I moaned, my hands reaching to tangle into his hair as I squeezed around him. "I bet you would've let me fuck you in the bathroom." He groaned as I pulled onto his hair. "Let everyone at the bar hear you." I threw my head back as he quickened his thrusts, bringing a hand to tease my breast. "Let everyone know how you came on my cock." I whimpered as the hand on my breast went to circle my clit. "Gihun." I cried out, letting out a series of babbles even I couldn't understand. It was probably a weak warning but it was just too much. His words, his teasing, his cock. Him. He groaned as he moved back, moving my legs to squeeze them together, placing them on one of his shoulders before his hands went back to my thighs. "Oh fuck." His eyebrows knitted as he let out moan after moan as he thrust. The pressure on my clit become too much. I tried to warn him but the only thing that could come out were whines. My body tensed up as my orgasm washed over me, yanking at the bedsheets under me as my back arched. He groaned as I did, his thrusts becoming sporadic. I could feel his cock twitch as I clenched around him, becoming sensitive after coming. "Come in me. Fuck, your cock is amazing." I moaned breathlessly as he looked down at me. He moaned out my name as he came, his hands digging into my thighs as he clenched his eyes closed. He mouth hung agape as he thrust until his orgasm washed over, pulling out slowly before putting my legs down, collapsing onto the bed besides me.

Throwing the cloth into the laundry, Gihun came back, throwing the blanket around us as we faced each other. "Did I prove you wrong?" He asked with a smile, moving my hair behind me ear. I smiled back before saying, "Yes, you did. Congratulations, I feel like I'll be sore in the morning." He chuckled lightly. "I'll take care of you then, too." He said, leaning in and placing a soft kiss against my lips.

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