content warning: fem!viewer. these are explicit smut videos, watch at your own risk. you have been warned! if you don’t like this, don’t watch.
author’s note: i’ve been seeing so many twitter links posts for different fandoms so i decided to do one for squid game. make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working let me know. this was so much fun hehe. enjoy <3
want more? check out part 2❤️🔥
〇 salesman / recruiter tw: bdsm
he never makes love, he fucks, like he hates you
you better take it all
△ in-ho / frontman (001)
he gets so hard watching you play the games
relieving stress on his limousine
too big
□ thanos + nam-gyu (230 + 124)
they didn’t like your vote, they’ll change your mind
“see? you can’t vote x. staying here is way better”
〇 thanos (230)
he likes it rough
loves doggy
△ nam-gyu (124)
the way he talks is sooo namgyu, your throat around his cock + degradation? perfect combo
im telling you he has an obsession with your mouth
□ jun-ho / police officer
after a nightmare he had to make sure you were good
passionate and loving
taking care of you after a long day
〇 sang-woo (218)
you asked your hot professor for help, this is how it went :p
thinking about you
△ dae-ho (388)
he’s a MUNCH
matches your freak
□ min-su (125)
mommy kink going crazy
type of shit he deserves pt 1
pt 2
〇 myung-gi (333)
he’s an asshole
△ pink guards
being their favorite player <3
you literally have them wrapped around your little finger
♡ warnings. — oral sex (f!receiving) ⋆ p in v ⋆ MDNI 18+ ♡ ft. — hwang in-ho (front man) ‧ nam-gyu (124) ‧ choi su-bong (230) ‧ kang dae-ho (388). ♡ jackie’s note. — very rushed; excuse the typos
HWANG IN-HO doesn’t really celebrate valentine’s day, but you’re soft, naive. you care about things like this. so he humours you. he allows you to sit in his lap, kiss him all sweet and eager, all the while grinding down on his cock. you’re wearing nothing but the necklace he bought you—thin rose gold chain, diamond-encrusted pendant nestled against your collarbone. he watches it in a trance, the pendant bouncing on your tits as you move up and down, your cunt warm and tight around him like a glove. his hands rest on your hips, guiding you even though you don’t need it—you’re already pathetically eager to please.
“thought you wanted a romantic night,” he muses, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “this what you had in mind?” you nod breathlessly, nails digging into his shoulders. in-ho likes you like this—so needy, so fucking grateful for the attention. he tilts his head back against the couch, admiring you with an amused smile, as your lips part when you take him deeper. his patience stretches thin when you start to shake, movements getting sloppy. placing both hands on your waist, he shoves you down onto him. “c’mon, you can do better than that,” fingers ghost over your stomach, closing loosely around your throat. feeling the vibrations as your breath stutters. “what, you get tired that quick?” you shake your head no, but you’re so close, squeezing around him. in-ho doesn’t look convinced in the slightest, but he lets you have it—and when you finally go limp in his arms, he strokes your hair, chuckles low against your ear. “happy valentine’s.”
NAM-GYU is far from the romantic type. tonight—valentine’s day—he’s between your legs, which is rare enough that it almost feels like a gift. he takes his sweet time with kitten licks, tongue flicking over your swollen clit before sealing his lips around it, suckling. he’s messy, too. sloppy. doesn’t care if it dribbles down his chin, doesn’t care about the obscene slurping noises. but when you whimper and your hips buck against his mouth, nam-gyu simply pries your thighs further apart. when you’re right there, teetering on the edge, he slows down a bit. lets you tug on his hair as you grind against his face. and when you fall apart, breathless and trembling, he licks his lips, swiping the slick from his chin with his thumb. then he looks up at you—so damn pleased with himself—and smirks. “happy valentine’s.”
CHOI SU-BONG is a busy man. schedules packed, deadlines looming, cameras always on him. but on valentine’s day, he clears everything for you. his team knows better than to even try and book him—he’s off the grid. the day is extravagant. private dining, exclusive shopping, things you’d never let yourself indulge in if it weren’t for him. he buys you everything you so much as glance at. waits for that little flicker of want, whips out his black and it’s yours. but the real gift comes later. back in his penthouse, su-bong lays you out on the bed, fingers tracing the fresh diamond pendant settled against your collarbone. he spares the dirty talk and doesn’t waste any time—not when you’re so wound up. his mouth is hot against your neck, kissing a path down to your collarbone, breasts. he settles between your thighs takes hold of your ankles, placing them over his shoulders. a groan escapes when he sees how ready you are for him.
“p-please. wan’ you.” you manage, and that’s all it takes—his patience snapped (not that he’s a patient man to start with), feeding his cock into you inch by glorious inch. the position has you spread wide, locked in place and unable to squirm away from the way he fills you. “señorita,” a stretched groan deep from his throat, “taking it so fuckin’ good.” each thrust knocks a little sound out of you, breathy and high-pitched. your hands claw at the silk sheets and he chuckles, adjusting his stance to angle another thrust—there, hitting that sweet spot that makes you see sparks. su-bong presses his thumbs into the soft flesh of your thighs, he’s barely getting started, but you’re already falling apart—fucked-out and glassy-eyed, just for him. “happy valentine’s, baby,” he coos, “hope you can still walk tomorrow.”
KANG DAE-HO wakes up before you do. it’s still early, the dark sky outside tinted with pale yellow, but he doesn’t mind. this morning is special. valentine’s day. he’s planned everything—breakfast at your favourite café, a walk along the han river, dinner at a rooftop restaurant. but right now, all he wants is this. you stir when he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder. warm hand drifts under the covers, tracing over your stomach, up to your ribs. his voice is still husky with sleep when he murmurs a “morning, baby.” into the crook of your neck. your eyelids flutter open, a raspy moan escaping your parted lips. his hand is now between your thighs. god, how you love waking up like this.
“you’re so pretty,” he marvels, nuzzling his nose against yours. he rolls you onto your back, hovering over you, trailing kisses down your jaw, the column of your throat before he returns to your lips. there’s no rush—there never is, not with dae-ho. when he finally pushes into you—that glorious stretch, you sigh into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck. “gonna make today perfect for you,” he promises. and he does. he doesn’t let up until he’s wrung every ounce of pleasure from you, until you’re a soft, boneless mess beneath him, spent and sated. only then does he press a kiss to the tip of your nose, smoothing your hair back. “happy valentine’s, angel,” he smiles as he tucks you against his chest.
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CONTAINS — namgyu x reader, thanos x reader, daeho x reader, semi x reader, myungi x reader
WARNINGS — (fem reader) 18+ content minors dni
masterlist
NAMGYU / PLAYER 124 — dacryphilia, hand over your mouth
dacryphilia — loves the sight of your tears from how well he’s pleasing you. he definitely teases you and will make fun of you for it, but he loves it, don’t worry. after the first time he makes you cry, he decides that anytime you two have sex, he has to make you cry. sometimes he’s a little rougher to obtain this. weather that be by pinching your nipples or biting your neck a little too hard, it doesn’t matter, he has to see those pretty tears.
the sight of his hand over your mouth also just gets him going. it makes him feel like he’s got some sort of power over you and he’s living for it. you just look so pretty as your tears slide over his palm, he can’t help himself.
THANOS / PLAYER 230 / CHOI SU-BONG — chemsex
not really an actual term, but hes a druggie and what’s better than doing drugs while having sex with you? and i don’t just mean popping a quick pill in his mouth, nah. doing lines of coke all over you. snorting that shit off your neck, off your tits, off your ass, everywhere. loves blowing the smoke from his fruity vape right onto your clit and if he’s got a condom on, he’ll lay down on his side and have you snort a line of coke right off of his dick. it’s certainly not safe, but if he’s super high out of his mind, he’s just gonna let you snort the coke off of his dick raw. no condom. loves the feeling of your nose rubbing lightly against his dick and the feeling of the air from your nose. got him cumming without really even touching him that much.
for sure takes a hit of his vape before going into kiss you and then blowing it all into your mouth.
“you’re thanos’s girl, yeah? hah, got two of my favorite things together. drugs and your pretty pretty pussy.”
KANG DAEHO — sitophilia, cockwarming
sitophilia — not into all foods, more specifically, whip cream. god, licking it off your perky nipples and licking it off right above your clit and then dragging his tongue down all the way through your folds? he’s already cumming. which on another note, he loves eating you out. might accidentally overstimulate you if he gets super into it.
he also lovessss cockwarming. just pushing into you, bottoming out completely and being cuddled up close to you, your bodies warmth being shared between each other makes his cock twitch. he loves feeling your warm walls melt and tighten around him every so often. everytime you move to get comfortable, you run the risk of him cumming after only a few seconds. the whole situation gets him painfully hard. there’s times where he can fall asleep with you like that. there’s even been times where you’ll straddle his lap, keeping his dick warm while you two sit in a chair at your dinner table and you’re sitting on his lap and you feed each other. everytime you two laugh at a joke or the goofiness of the situation, it’s causes him to thrust up in you or you to bounce on him, immediately causing him to grip onto your waist and press his forehead to your chest as he takes choked up shaky breaths trying to compose himself. sometimes he can last a long time just staying still, content with letting you just cockwarm him. and other times? he’s a begging mess and just can’t hold on any longer.
“baby, i don’t think i can stay still much longer. let me move, please?”
SE-MI / PLAYER 380 — manhandling, orgasm denial, overstimulation, voyeurism
she likes knowing that your pleasure is in her hands. if you want to cum, it’s not your choice, it’s hers. loves pulling her tongue away from your clit right when she can tell you’re about to squirt all over her face. loves seeing you beg for her to let you cum, and eventually she’ll give in. if she’s feeling a little mean, after she finally lets you cum, she’ll keep her tongue attached to your pussy. she’ll keep on sucking it over and over and she won’t stop until you’re crying out.
“what? i thought you said you wanted to cum, baby.”
voyeurism— sometimes when she pulls away when you were oh so close to cumming, she has you make yourself finish. she watches you finger yourself and rub circles into your clit while listening to your sweet moans. she loves it when you can’t do it yourself and you have to beg her to help you.
she also loves manhandling you. doesn’t have to be extreme either. just holding you down by your hips or her putting you into any position she desires gets her going. she just loves knowing she has all the power and the control over you.
i don’t think he’s into anything too crazy. i think he’s going to have very calm more organized and kept together thrusts while he has a nice grip on your hips, but then there’s other times where he’s in a shitty mood or just feeling different and his thrusts are a lot sloppier and a lot harder. his grip on your hips is tighter, almost digging his fingers into you. i also think hes into quickies as well. maybe not so much into them, but he does have quickies quite often with you. sometimes he has fun with it, sometimes it’s just because he has to get his dick wet. i think he’s generally a more tame guy, but that doesn’t make the sex with him bad at all. he knows what he’s doing, and he’s the best at it.
synopsis: daeho comes home to you and his daughter. even though he's missed you, daeho underestimated how badly he needed you while he was away.
warnings: MDNI! 18+ minors DNI. smut with plot. eater!daeho. oral (r receiving). p in v unprotected.
requested
your front house door clicks open.
honestly, you didn't need to turn your head at the sound of his footsteps. however, you did anyway. there he is... dae-ho, standing in the threshold of your small apartment, his marine uniform still ironed and clean but his shoulders sagging under the weight of exhaustion.
you've missed him, and you've missed him entirely.
it's been eighteen months since he left for service, eighteen months of video calls and letters that never quite captured the ache of his absence. you freeze in the living room, yiseo balanced on your hip, her tiny fingers clutching at your shirt.
she's eleven months old now, almost one in just two weeks, and she's grown so much since he last saw her in person.
the last time he saw her in person was her birth. that is due to the military allowing him to be present with you for those four days of labor and postpartum care.
now as you see him, and her in the same room... her dark hair curls softly like his, her eyes wide and curious like yours.
daeho drops his duffel bag with a thud, his eyes locking onto you first.
"hey," he breathes, voice rough from travel and whatever emotions he's been holding back.
you gave him a light smile, a tear nearly forming in your eye, before his gaze drops to yiseo, and something softens in his face.
he steps forward, hesitant at first, like he's afraid she'll cry or pull away.
"is that… my little girl?"
you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat.
"yiseo. she's been waiting for her appa."
dae-ho reaches out, his large hands gentle as he takes her from you. she stares up at him, her small mouth forming a surprised 'o', but she doesn't fuss.
instead, she reaches for his face, patting his cheek with chubby fingers.
he laughs softly, a sound that's half-relief, half-wonder, and pulls her close to his chest.
"god, she's beautiful," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "she looks just like you, but… those eyes... they're kang eyes."
you watch them, your heart swelling with a love that's almost painful. it's been so long since you've seen him like this.... vulnerable, open. the marines hardened him in ways you could see even through screens. broader shoulders, sharper jaw.
here, holding yiseo, he's the dae-ho you fell in love with all over again.
tender, devoted.
you step closer, your hand brushing his growing muscled arm, and he looks up at you over her head.
that's when it hits.
the shift in his eyes that go from warmth and missing... to hunger. not just for touch, but for reconnection, for reclaiming what distance from you stole from him.
you feel it too, a pull in your chest, a heat that coils low in your belly.
eleven months of solo parenting, seven other months pregnant, of nights alone in a bed that felt too big, have left you aching in ways you haven't admitted even to yourself.
"i missed you," he says simply, but his voice carries a deepness that makes you frown.
yiseo babbles something incoherent, breaking the moment, and you both laugh. he bounces her gently, cooing at her in that low, soothing tone he always used to calm you during storms.
"look at you, growing up without me. appa’s sorry, baby girl. appa’s here now."
you busy yourself in the kitchen, heating up the jjigae you made earlier.... daeho's favorite, with extra tofu and kimchi, just how he likes it. the apartment smells of home. steamed rice, fermented spice, and the faint lavender from yiseo's baby lotion.
dae-ho settles on the couch with her, letting her play with the buttons on his uniform.
you glance over, catching the way his fingers trace her tiny features, memorizing her all over again.
"she's starting to walk," you tell him, setting plates on the table, "took her first steps last month. i recorded it for you."
daeho's head snaps up, eyes bright.
"really? oh my goodness show me later!" but there's a flicker of regret there, too. the missions he missed, the milestones gone. you nod, understanding without words.
dinner is quiet at first, yiseo in her highchair mashing sweet potatoes with her fists. dae-ho feeds her bites, his laughter genuine when she smears it on his sleeve.
"messy like her eomma," he teases. you roll your eyes, but your smile is real.
as the evening wears on, the tenderness and yearning builds.
the both of you bathe yiseo together, dae-ho kneeling by the tub, splashing water gently while she giggles and slaps the surface. daeho's shirt gets soaked, clinging to his chest, and you can't help but notice the muscles he's built, the way his body has changed.
he catches you looking, a small smirk tugging at his lips, but he says nothing yet.
after she's dried and in her pajamas... tiny onesies with stars that you picked out thinking of her father... you rock her to sleep in the nursery.
dae-ho stands in the doorway, arms crossed, watching with a softness that makes your chest tight.
"she's perfect," he whispers as you lay her in the crib. yiseo sighs in her sleep, fist curled by her cheek.
you both linger, listening to her steady breaths, the room dimmed with the nightlight casting soft blue glows.
when you finally close the door, the apartment falls silent. just the hum of the fridge, and the distant city noise outside.
you turn to dae-ho, and there it is again inside of your chest... that tension. it's thicker now, without yiseo as a buffer.
he steps closer, his hand reaching for yours, fingers intertwining.
you looked so radiant and so beautiful in his eyes.
"thank you," he says with a lightness in his voice that makes the warm in your lower belly much stronger, "for taking care of her. for waiting since I had to serve."
"i'd wait forever," you reply, and it's true. but the words hang heavy.
daeho's thumb strokes your knuckles, a simple touch that sends sparks up your arm.
you've missed the physicality of him, the way he fills the space around you.
he pulls you into the living room, sitting on the couch and drawing you onto his lap. you straddle him naturally, like no time has passed. your hands are on his shoulders and daeho's are on your waist, gripping just a little too tight, like he's afraid you'll vanish.
"i thought about you every day," he admits, forehead resting against yours, "the letters helped, but… god, i needed you."
you lean in, brushing your lips against his. the softness is still there, maybe his lips are a little chapped, but it clings to your senses much more.
the kiss starts soft like a reacquaintance. daeho's mouth is warm, tasting faintly of the tea you shared after dinner. as seconds pass, it deepens. daeho's hands slide up your back, under your shirt, fingers tracing your spine.
you shiver, pressing closer, feeling the heat of him through his clothes. there's love in every touch, yes, gentle caresses that speak of adoration, of the family you've built.
there's tension too, a coiled spring inside both of you that would've snapped if you weren't trying to savior this moment of having him back for good.
inside dae-ho, it's a storm.
eighteen months of discipline, of pushing down desires of taking care of himself at the thought of you in the barracks full of strangers that became his buddies. he'd lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, replaying memories of you.
the curve of your smile, the sound of your laugh, your curves, the way your body felt under his. letters from you were helping with photos of yiseo. however, the photos you sent of yourself weren't enough for him.
daeho ached for the realness of you, the intimacy that distance mocked. now, with you in his arms, that hunger strikes. he wants to devour, to make up for lost time. he also holds back, savoring.
you feel it in you too. however, motherhood changed you. you have softer curves, stretch marks like silver threads on your skin, breasts heavier from nursing.
you've worried if he'd see you differently, if the exhaustion lines under your eyes would dim his desire.
s his hands explore, mapping your body like it's sacred ground, those fears melt.
daeho's touch is reverent, fingers lingering on your hips, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts.
"you're even more beautiful," he murmurs against your neck, lips grazing skin underneath your ear, "how is that possible?"
you gasp softly, arching into him.
the room feels warmer as he kisses down your collarbone, slow and deliberate. your fingers thread through his hair... shorter now, military cut... but still soft.
"dae-ho," you whisper, and his name on your lips seems to ignite him.
he lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom, laying you on the soft bed with care.
the sheets are cool against your back, but his body is heat incarnate as he hovers over you. clothes come off slowly... his shirt first, revealing tanned skin and scars from training you hadn't seen before.
you trace them with your fingers, heart aching for the pains he endured alone.
"what happened here?" you ask, touching a faint line on his shoulder.
"nothing serious," he says, capturing your hand and kissing your palm, "just let me focus on you."
daeho's pants fall, then yours, until it's skin on skin.
the kiss that follows is deeper, hungrier. daeho's hands roam, cupping your breasts, thumbs circling nipples that harden under his touch.
you moan softly, mindful of yiseo in the next room, but the sound spurs him on. he trails kisses down your body, lingering on your stomach, pressing lips to the marks left by carrying his child.
"thank you," he whispers again, voice thick with emotion as he notices the beautiful changes that have happened to you, "for her. for us."
tears prick your eyes with love overwhelming but tension builds as he moves lower, breath hot against your thighs.
"dae-ho…" you breathe, fingers clenching sheets. he looks up, eyes dark with desire, and the sight sends a thrill through you. he's holding back, you can see it... the way his muscles tense, jaw tight.
inside, he wants to be gentle, to cherish, but the months of separation scream for release.
daeho drags your thighs toward his face, and gives a kiss to your clit covered underneath the hood. you whimper, lightly, as he dives the tip of his tongue on top of it, gently.
before he left, daeho always loved drowning himself into you. it looks like things have not changed with him.
a strained moan pulls itself from your lips as you rest one of your hands on top of daeho's head.
the tongue inside of daehos mouth laps consistently at your clit, driving you to cum already.
you bit your lip, holding the scream that your throat wants to push out while you cream around nothing. daeho spreads your legs further, cleaning up your mess before diving his tongue into where that mess came from.
he looked up, seeing your body along with the underboobs that make his cock rock hard. daeho has missed you, and has missed seeing his woman like this.
before making you cum for a second time, you reach for him, drawing him back up.
"please... slow," you murmur, though your body craves more.
daeho nods, positioning himself, entering and stretching you out carefully. the stretch is exquisite, a mix of familiarity and newness since this is the first time you're having sex since giving birth.
you both gasp, foreheads touching.
"i love you," he groans, starting a rhythm that's unhurried at first, each thrust deep and measured.
as pleasure builds, so does the impatience.
your nails dig into his back, urging him on as your legs spread further than before. daeho's hips start moving faster, breaths ragged.
"missed this," he pants, lips on your ear, "missed you so much." love pours from him in every word, every touch, but the hunger takes over.
he flips you gently, pulling you on top of him, hands on your hips guiding you.
you ride him, slow circles turning urgent.
daeho's eyes never leave yours, filled with awe and need. inside you, tension coils tight as you clench around his thick cock. the love you have for this man, the father of your child, gives you a mix of desire that makes you want to push to him full release.
you've been strong alone, but with him, you let go.
it took one good thrust before daeho's cock twitches, spilling inside of your walls and moaning your name so pornographically .
after, you lie tangled, breaths syncing.
daeho's hand strokes your hair, lips pressing soft kisses to your temple.
"we're okay," he says, voice still getting steady, "we made it through,"
A/N- I am consumed by the thought of giving subby daeho head</3 THIS IS THE FIRST SMUT IVE EVER WRITTEN SO PLEASE BE KIND🙏
“Mngh!” Daeho lets out a strangled moan as you lazily stroke his thick cock. Pre-cum leaking gradually from the pink tip. As you pump his dick, he throws his head back burying himself in a heap of soft pillows.
You lower yourself so you’re at eye level with his dick and lick a stripe from the shaft to the rosy, bulging tip.
“Fuuuck-“ he drags out the word as his eyes roll into the back of his head. He lets out another broken moan as you slide your tongue down the underside of his cock, letting the warm muscle lay there for a second before moving again.
Slowly lowering your head, you wrap your plump lips around his dick, engulfing it completely. His hip jerk up for a slip second before you place a hand firmly on his waist, holding him in place.
When he’s finally all in, you start to bob your head up and down, dragging your warm tongue through every vein and curve. The speed picks up and by this point Daeho is a moaning mess. (He’s down bad fr fr)
“Fucking c-christ y/n—“
You’re sucking his cock like it’s your last time. His syrupy arousal mixes with your salvia and starts dripping down your chin like a melted ice lolly. You don’t even care, all you can think about is his big dick in your mouth. That sweet, salty flavour coating your mouth and slipping down your throat.
“Fuck, fuck y/n I’m g-gonna-“ you didn’t let him finish his sentence, you hollow out your cheeks and force the rest of his dick down your throat. You look up at Daeho, who’s struggling to keep his eyes open. You manage to catch a glimpse of his eyes, they’re fully rolled back into his skull. He bucks his hips up, chasing that euphoric feeling.
The sound of wet slapping, slurping and Daeho’s strangled moans fill the room.
“I c-can’t, please-I’m gonna- please can I-?”
His glassy eyes open for a second to meet yours, crystal tears well up in his doe eyes. How could you say no? You nod and let out a hum. “F-fuuuck thank you b-baby thank you!”
He grabs the back of your head and starts thrusting upwards into your warm throat, using your wet mouth like his own little fuck toy.
The sloppy sounds are absolutely beautiful, music to your fucking ears. You can see on Daeho’s face he’s close. The scrunched eyebrows, slack jaw, rolled back eyes.
And then he cums so deep in your throat. He coats your whole mouth with his sticky warm cum. The salty taste invading your taste buds as you slurp up his juices.
A/N: this is for the person who requested sub!daeho
Shy property manager, Daeho, is coming around for this months rent but luckily for you he’s easily persuaded to give you a break. Big dick subby!Daeho can’t say no to you.
