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summary: you ask to use the bathroom after having sustained wounds from last nights’ lights out, whilst in the bathroom sorting out your injuries, the guard comes in and helps you out, this leads to a heated make-out session against one of the sinks
warning(s): somewhat in-detail of injuries, unedited work, kissing and mature themes
a/n: this is my first fic on tumblr! i have wrote a few drafts before but never actually posted them on here lol, i haven’t wrote for any squid game characters before but thought it was only fair that my first one was on the hot triangle guard mf’s- enjoy <3
date posted: 17.10.2021
you groaned, sitting up on your bed after a rough night. last night was lights out and although you hadn’t planned to get hurt, you were. it happened so fast that you didn’t even recognise who did it.
they had swiped a broken glass bottle across your abdomen in probable hopes of injuring you badly so you wouldn’t last the rest of the night. yet, here you were. alive. your wound stung and as a temporary measure you had used an astray t-shirt to tear pieces of cloth off of it, tying it around your waist to apply pressure to the bleeding.
you could feel the uncomfortable obstruction in your side. knowing there was probably a shard of glass half-way in you, you decided it was probably best to not sleep. not that you would be able to anyway. last night you had tried to ask to go to the bathroom but it was the square guards on duty and they refused even after lights out was over.
so here you were. you didn’t know what to do, you couldn’t ask for help from others because you couldn’t trust anyone and you didn’t want to bother the friends you did have. if you told the guards they wouldn’t care anyway. why should they? you were just another player in their little game.
you were going to have to sort it out yourself. wincing at the pang of pain stabbing at your side, you clutched the wounded area, hopping off of the bed and trying to stand.
most people were still asleep and it was dark around you, but there were still guards out and you were sure it was morning. you checked the door, hoping to see a guard in lower rank around. thankfully, the square guards had gone off duty and there were now 4 triangle guards surrounding the doors instead.
you limp towards them, holding your side carefully and biting your lip to hold in the cries of pain you would let out. once you reached them you looked up at one of them on the left, they were substantially taller than you. at least 6ft, and you guessed from their build that it was a male.
he stood looking straight ahead, gun in hand and still. “sir, could i please go to the toilet?” you ask desperately, pleading with your eyes.
he looks around him at the others, noticing they’re distracted and probably bored anyway so they couldn’t care less. looking down at your hand, he stares blankly for a moment.
after what feels like an eternity but is only seconds in your time, he nods and starts to speak. “you better not try anything on. follow me.” he says in a monotone voice.
he turns around, pushing the door open and looking back at you every so often to check you’re not misbehaving. as you walk through the halls, he notices you falling behind and walks slower. his brisk footsteps making barely any noise in the silent hallways compared to the light taps of your trainers on the floor.
you grunt every so often, looking down at your red stained white t-shirt. hoping to god you can clean yourself up and sort this out somehow. at last, you reach the toilets and he opens the door for you.
you thank him with a nod of your head as you walk in, noticing how he did slightly different gestures to the other guards and was being sort of nicer to you. the hinges on the door squeak as it slowly closes. the back of his figure facing the doorway as he guards it.
you walk over to the sink, removing your hands from your side and making sure you’re stable before you continue to do anything else. once you’re confident you won’t collapse the moment you take your hands off of the sink, you slip your jacket off. the clothing hitting the floor and the only sound being heard is the zip and the tap it makes against the cold tiles.
you opt into pulling your t-shirt above your head, placing it on the sink instead of disregarding it on the floor. there’s a blood stained white scrap tightly wrapped around your waist to ensure you don’t lose anymore blood from the wound. you untie it carefully, letting it slip off onto the floor and inspecting the area now you can see it.
there’s a fairly big shard of glass in your side, the green hue of it reflecting off of the lights. cuts, grazes and blood littered the area around it, some blood dried onto your skin as well. if you removed the glass, you could bleed out and make it worse for yourself.
but if you didn’t, you’d die anyway. the probability of you surviving the rest of the games whilst being this injured was extremely unlikely and damn near impossible. you hear the door open and see the guard walk in through the mirror.
you don’t know what to do, you couldn’t cover yourself because he’d already seen you now. luckily you still had a bra on, the black lace adorning your chest somewhat covering you and giving you a slight bit of decency.
“what’s going on here-” he begins, stopping when he sees you half undressed with glass stuck in your side and blood smeared across you.
“i’m sorry i’ll hurry up, i was just-” you start, turning around and grabbing your top to hold to your chest and hide some of you. you stop when you feel his presence behind you, the clack of his gun being put down against a stall door ringing throughout the room.
“from lights out m’guessing?” he asks walking over to a corner of the room and pushing up one of the roofing panels. he jumps up and clings onto the side of the exposed roofing, grabbing something and jumping down. he then props back up the flimsy panel, tapping it to make sure it’s secure before he picks a first-aid kit up from the floor that he had gotten down.
“yes…” you mumble, backing away from him slightly.
“relax. i’m not going to hurt you.” he grumbles out, putting his hands up defensively and nodding towards the gun rested against the stall door. clearly he was referencing to the fact he had no weapons on him and he couldn’t hurt you seriously.
“why are you helping me?” you frown, watching as he moves closer.
“you should probably let me help you sort that out.” he says, ignoring your previous question and moving closer over to you. you decide not to question him since he was going to help you and you didn’t want to annoy him.
he gestures for you to come closer to him as he sets the first-aid kit down on the sink, opening it up. you move closer to him, leaning with your back against the cold marble. he fumbles through the the plasters, bandages and more, retrieving some tweezers, cloth and solution.
“i’m going to have to clean this first, then remove the glass and any other shattered glass there. then i need to clean it again so it doesn’t get infected. you don’t want to get septicaemia.” he explains, gesturing to your abdomen.
“okay.” you nod, slightly nervous as he bends down in front of you, opening up the solution and pouring a decent amount of it onto the cloth. he starts dabbing the area and cleaning off anything there, avoiding the big shard of glass so he doesn’t push it in further.
you wince, gripping onto the sink tightly and shutting your eyes tightly. it stings a lot. like someone is pouring lemon juice into your wound. biting your lip and bringing it between your teeth, you notice how he moves his other hand to the side of your waist not injured.
caressing the skin softly to probably try and ease the obvious excruciating pain. “almost done.” he reassures you, tilting his head up for a moment to look at your face.
you open your eyes and squint to look at him, nodding your head and giving a short ‘mhm’ that sounds more like a whimper. the looming pain starts to subside and now you’re more focused on the warmth of his palm against your skin. his fingertips brush against you delicately, a complete contrast to the actions of his other hand.
he moves the cloth away, throwing it into the sink and inspecting the glass shards. “is it almost done?” you ask looking down at him worriedly.
“there’s still the worst to get over yet. but it will only be brief. i promise.” he says, looking up at you as he goes to get the tweezers off the sink.
once he’s got ahold of them, he holds the remains of the tank top you had wrapped around your waist in his hand. assumably to put the glass into or to cover you if you start bleeding badly. “you ready?” he asks you.
you give a firm nod, shutting your eyes in anticipation for the worst pain you’ll probably ever experience. but you remind yourself of his words ‘it’ll only be brief. i promise.’ the phrase keeps on playing in your mind, drowning out his voice as he counts down.
you bring the back of your hand up to your mouth, ready to bite the back of it so you don’t scream. as soon as the pain hits you bite down onto the skin of your hand, a muffled scream following as you throw your head back. your other hand grips onto the sink, your knuckles turning white from the pressure.
again, you feel the warmth of his other hand stroking the side of your waist. the gentle words of assurance leaving his mouth ringing in your ears. you breathe heavily in through your nose and out though your mouth as only small nips of pain now pang at your side.
when you look down to see him, instead of being met by the black mask completely covering his face you see it laying on the floor, blood over it. blood probably gushed out onto his mask so he had to remove it to see, the cloth he had held in his hand was fully red, soaked in blood.
his hair is black and it lays messily atop his head, his hood is still up but he no longer has anything covering his face. you notice the light tone of his skin bouncing off from the lighting, his other features not currently visible to you. you watch as he puts the tweezers down and starts cleaning the area again.
the pain is more tolerable now considering the horrific burning you had experienced previously. once he's cleaned the wound up he puts on easy stiches that will hold the cut together, his hands wrapping a bandage around your waist skilfully moments later. "alright, its all better now 'kay" he mumbles out, standing up and already turning to clean up the mess so you don't even manage to get a glimpse of his face.
"do you do this to many people? help them out with their injuries?" you ask watching the back of him.
"no. just you. if you're wondering why i put a first-aid kit in the roofing, its because i thought you'd eventually get hurt and put it there in preparation." he mumbles, his voice just audible.
he puts the cloth in the sink, washing it up and wringing the blood from it before putting it back in the kit. he puts the first aid-kit back where it previously was, but not before cleaning the front of his mask off and putting it back on. once the panel is finally in place for the roofing he moves back over to you, taking the scrap piece of clothing tied around you before and binning it. "thank you" you say, turning around and taking your t-shirt.
"for now you'll need to wear this t-shirt until i can grab a clean one for you. keep your jacket zipped up until then." he says, taking the t-shirt off of you and pulling it over your head lightly, sorting it out before picking up your jacket and slipping it back on you.
he zips it up half way, letting it hang casually against your frame before switching the tap on and taking his gloves off, he washes his hands and cleans his gloves off before putting them back on. luckily, there's no blood on his jumpsuit so he doesn't need to clean anything else up.
"i'll just clean my face up." you say, turning around and switching the tap on before putting your hands in a cup shape. the water splashes into your hands, creating a pool of water as you bring your head down and chuck the water over your face.
the guard gathers your hair up from behind lightly into a makeshift ponytail, making sure none of the water hits your hair. the brush of his hands against your skin makes you shudder, tingles running down your spine.
when you've washed your face, you use the side of your jacket to dry it off. turning around, you expect him to have let go of your hair but he hasn't, he lets the hair fall once you turn to face him and his hand hovers near to the nape of your neck.
you stand there for a moment, looking at the mask before reaching your hands up and taking it off carefully. he could do anything to stop you at this point, beat you up for trying to see his face, shoot you, etc. but he hasn't. once the mask is off you put it aside on the sink, admiring how beautiful his face was.
his hovering hand finally slips to the nape of your neck and you lean in towards him. your lips are against each other, barely brushing as you look into his eyes briefly. he moves in to kiss you, his lips meeting yours in a slow, tentative kiss.
your lips move against each other in sync as he focuses on your bottom lip, tilting his head to get even closer to you than before. your tongue swipes across his bottom lip and you nip harshly at it, to which he groans. your hands slip into his hair and tug at it, running your fingertips through the back of it and he moans, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth.
your tongues dance against each other now, the kiss it once was turning into a heated make-out. he pulls away to get some air, breathing heavily as he gives you a peck on the corner of your lips, then your cheek, then jawline and then your neck.
he mouths at the flesh on your neck, nipping softly before giving kitten licks to soothe it afterwards. his lips latch onto your neck as he sucks on the skin, one hand still holding the nape of your neck and the other now running through your hair and at times tugging it to get more lee-way to your neck.
you moan as he does this, sensing his pulling away once he's left a mark on the skin. his lips are plump and pupils blown out, his breathing only just starting to steady now.
he rests his forehead against yours' as the both of you calm down. "i need to go before anyone walks in here sweetheart," he starts, whispering against your lips and pecking them after he calls you the pet name. your heart flutters at this, nodding your head in agreement to his statement and giving him a kiss in return.
"i'll be watching you to make sure you don't get hurt. at the same time of today, when you wake up every day come to the exact same guard and i'll take you to the toilet and check on your dressing and how your wound is, 'kay?" he says, stroking his thumb against your cheek.
"mhm." you nod, lips parted.
"m'be careful." he mumbles out, pulling away with one last peck before he puts his mask on, picking his gun up and walking slowly out of the bathroom.
you wait a few moments for him to resume his position, then walk out as best as you can with your healed injury. you open the door and see him stood there, he gestures with his head to the hallway and you shut the door, following him.
once he's lead you back to the main room you go inside, only looking at him once you're on your bed and seeing him stood there, as plain as before. you lay in your bed and watch him, drifting off into sleep as you dream about being with your newfound lover boy.
The Front Man's Wife. That's all I was really known as. I didn't have a special name. I wasn't special like that. I didn't contribute to much except being my husband's stress relief. I mean obviously I was more than that to him but during the games it's what I do best.
The VIP's were going to be watching the next game. I was with In-ho in his room. I was getting dressed for tonight. I was wearing a velvet black dress with a slit up the left leg. In-ho picks up his mask and looks at me. I meet his eyes in the mirror and give him a small smirk.
"No funny business today." He warns.
"Me? Never." I act offended by the comment. He walks up behind me.
"Mhmm." He chuckles. He helps me pull on my diamond necklace and clasps it for me. He pushes my hair to the side. "You look beautiful." He whispers before placing a tender kiss to my neck. I close my eyes and hum.
"Only for you." My voice was light and breathy. He chuckles against my neck and the vibrations cause goosebumps from head to toe. This man had no clue how he really made me feel.
"Better always be." He kisses to my shoulder. I let my head rest back onto his shoulder. He makes sure to leave a few trailing hickeys before pulling away from me. I groan. I hated when he lead me on and teased me. "Later my love." He laughs. I roll my eyes and pick up my mask. He pulls his on and pulls his hood up. We walk to the door as I straighten mine onto my face. We step into the elevator. He turns his head to me and reaches to adjust my mask a bit. "There." His voice was now deeper due to the mask.
We meet the VIP's down in the game room. I could feel their eyes on me. I knew all of them had sick and disgusting thoughts on their minds.
"Me and my wife welcome you." In-ho greets. I could practically read their minds as I feel their eyes travel my body which is hugged by my dress. I link my arm to In-ho's trying to calm myself. Each man is given a couch and servers are brought out. In-ho walks to his controls and I follow quickly behind.
I was sitting in a chair while the game was going on. I was super bored and needed some entertainment. This to me wasn't very entertaining. I love at In-ho and smirk. I stand up and slide in between him and the control panel. My ass pressed against his pelvis.
"Uh-" He goes to say something but I grind back and lean over the control panel. He instinctively places his hand on my lower back as he suppresses a moan. I look back with innocent eyes that can only be seen through my mask. I lift up my dress a bit and pull it from the side from the slit. I wasn't wearing panties. I bite down on my lower lip in hopes he'd take the bait. He was staring down at my ass. His hand caresses my ass cheek before giving it a squeeze, causing me to jump just a bit.
Here I was leaning over his controls, exposed to him behind me while the VIP's, servers and guards were just in front of us. Any one of them could turn around and see if they pleased. I feel his leather covered fingers gently rub my folds. I bite hard on my lip and grip the control panel. I hear a bit of shuffling behind me and a zipper. I feel his tip rub my entrance. I look back again. He lifts his mask for a split second to spit on his cock and then jerks himself a second.
Next thing I know he's sliding in me and I'm fighting the urge to moan his name. He grips my hip with one hand while grabbing my neck with the other. He thrusts in and out of my pussy roughly. His cock always felt perfect inside me. His pants thankfully kept it quiet as his hips snapped against my ass every thrust. I let out a little whimper. Suddenly his leather gloved fingers are shoved into my mouth. He leans to my ear.
"Keep quiet. I don't want anyone to hear your moans. Those are for me only." He whispers possessively. God that made me soaked even more. I loved how possessive he would get. My mouth tasted like leather now and I loved it. He slows a bit and takes long strokes as he pushes his cock as deep in me as he could. I suck on his fingers in attempt to keep quiet. It was so hard.
His other hand reaches around and draws circles on my clit. I lose all strength in my legs to stand and he holds me up as he continues to fuck me. He knew every spot that pleasures me like the back of his hand at this point. He speeds his pace back up as he was breathing a bit heavier.
The tight knot in my stomach was telling me I was getting close. He was going to make me cum with others just in front of us who had no idea. A few more thrusts before my orgasm spills over the edge and I release around his cock. I was holding back all my moans to the best of my ability. He stops rubbing my clit and wraps that hand around my throat, pulling my back up to his chest. He slams into me about four more times before his warm liquid fills me up. I let out a soft moan on his fingers in my mouth. He pulls out from my cunt and puts his dick back in his pants. He pulls my dress down and straightens me out. He pulls his fingers from my mouth and turns me around to face him. His semen was running down my inner thigh.
"You are in for a long night." He whispers before backing up from me. This earns a blush from me under my mask that he couldn't see but I knew he knew. He lifts his mask up enough to show his lips and kisses my head before backing up. I take a seat back in my chair and he steps back in front of the controls.
When all was said and done we return back to our room. I walk up to the vanity and take off my necklace and earrings. I pull my mask off and set it down gently. I feel arms wrap around me from behind.
"You know we could have been caught."
"Adds to the thrill." I giggle. He picks me up from behind, carries me to the bed and tosses me on. I let out a loud squeal.
"Yeah. But it made us seem unprofessional." He chuckles as he walks close. His mask was off and he had taken his jacket off as well. I lean up on my elbows.
"You liked it though." I smirk.
"Damn right." He climbs on top of me with a half smirk before kissing my lips.
summary: you ask to use the bathroom after having sustained wounds from last nights’ lights out, whilst in the bathroom sorting out your injuries, the guard comes in and helps you out, this leads to a heated make-out session against one of the sinks
warning(s): somewhat in-detail of injuries, unedited work, kissing and mature themes
a/n: this is my first fic on tumblr! i have wrote a few drafts before but never actually posted them on here lol, i haven’t wrote for any squid game characters before but thought it was only fair that my first one was on the hot triangle guard mf’s- enjoy <3
date posted: 17.10.2021
you groaned, sitting up on your bed after a rough night. last night was lights out and although you hadn’t planned to get hurt, you were. it happened so fast that you didn’t even recognise who did it.
they had swiped a broken glass bottle across your abdomen in probable hopes of injuring you badly so you wouldn’t last the rest of the night. yet, here you were. alive. your wound stung and as a temporary measure you had used an astray t-shirt to tear pieces of cloth off of it, tying it around your waist to apply pressure to the bleeding.
you could feel the uncomfortable obstruction in your side. knowing there was probably a shard of glass half-way in you, you decided it was probably best to not sleep. not that you would be able to anyway. last night you had tried to ask to go to the bathroom but it was the square guards on duty and they refused even after lights out was over.
so here you were. you didn’t know what to do, you couldn’t ask for help from others because you couldn’t trust anyone and you didn’t want to bother the friends you did have. if you told the guards they wouldn’t care anyway. why should they? you were just another player in their little game.
you were going to have to sort it out yourself. wincing at the pang of pain stabbing at your side, you clutched the wounded area, hopping off of the bed and trying to stand.
most people were still asleep and it was dark around you, but there were still guards out and you were sure it was morning. you checked the door, hoping to see a guard in lower rank around. thankfully, the square guards had gone off duty and there were now 4 triangle guards surrounding the doors instead.
you limp towards them, holding your side carefully and biting your lip to hold in the cries of pain you would let out. once you reached them you looked up at one of them on the left, they were substantially taller than you. at least 6ft, and you guessed from their build that it was a male.
he stood looking straight ahead, gun in hand and still. “sir, could i please go to the toilet?” you ask desperately, pleading with your eyes.
he looks around him at the others, noticing they’re distracted and probably bored anyway so they couldn’t care less. looking down at your hand, he stares blankly for a moment.
after what feels like an eternity but is only seconds in your time, he nods and starts to speak. “you better not try anything on. follow me.” he says in a monotone voice.
he turns around, pushing the door open and looking back at you every so often to check you’re not misbehaving. as you walk through the halls, he notices you falling behind and walks slower. his brisk footsteps making barely any noise in the silent hallways compared to the light taps of your trainers on the floor.
you grunt every so often, looking down at your red stained white t-shirt. hoping to god you can clean yourself up and sort this out somehow. at last, you reach the toilets and he opens the door for you.
you thank him with a nod of your head as you walk in, noticing how he did slightly different gestures to the other guards and was being sort of nicer to you. the hinges on the door squeak as it slowly closes. the back of his figure facing the doorway as he guards it.
you walk over to the sink, removing your hands from your side and making sure you’re stable before you continue to do anything else. once you’re confident you won’t collapse the moment you take your hands off of the sink, you slip your jacket off. the clothing hitting the floor and the only sound being heard is the zip and the tap it makes against the cold tiles.
you opt into pulling your t-shirt above your head, placing it on the sink instead of disregarding it on the floor. there’s a blood stained white scrap tightly wrapped around your waist to ensure you don’t lose anymore blood from the wound. you untie it carefully, letting it slip off onto the floor and inspecting the area now you can see it.
there’s a fairly big shard of glass in your side, the green hue of it reflecting off of the lights. cuts, grazes and blood littered the area around it, some blood dried onto your skin as well. if you removed the glass, you could bleed out and make it worse for yourself.
but if you didn’t, you’d die anyway. the probability of you surviving the rest of the games whilst being this injured was extremely unlikely and damn near impossible. you hear the door open and see the guard walk in through the mirror.
you don’t know what to do, you couldn’t cover yourself because he’d already seen you now. luckily you still had a bra on, the black lace adorning your chest somewhat covering you and giving you a slight bit of decency.
“what’s going on here-” he begins, stopping when he sees you half undressed with glass stuck in your side and blood smeared across you.
“i’m sorry i’ll hurry up, i was just-” you start, turning around and grabbing your top to hold to your chest and hide some of you. you stop when you feel his presence behind you, the clack of his gun being put down against a stall door ringing throughout the room.
“from lights out m’guessing?” he asks walking over to a corner of the room and pushing up one of the roofing panels. he jumps up and clings onto the side of the exposed roofing, grabbing something and jumping down. he then props back up the flimsy panel, tapping it to make sure it’s secure before he picks a first-aid kit up from the floor that he had gotten down.
“yes…” you mumble, backing away from him slightly.
“relax. i’m not going to hurt you.” he grumbles out, putting his hands up defensively and nodding towards the gun rested against the stall door. clearly he was referencing to the fact he had no weapons on him and he couldn’t hurt you seriously.
“why are you helping me?” you frown, watching as he moves closer.
“you should probably let me help you sort that out.” he says, ignoring your previous question and moving closer over to you. you decide not to question him since he was going to help you and you didn’t want to annoy him.
he gestures for you to come closer to him as he sets the first-aid kit down on the sink, opening it up. you move closer to him, leaning with your back against the cold marble. he fumbles through the the plasters, bandages and more, retrieving some tweezers, cloth and solution.
“i’m going to have to clean this first, then remove the glass and any other shattered glass there. then i need to clean it again so it doesn’t get infected. you don’t want to get septicaemia.” he explains, gesturing to your abdomen.
“okay.” you nod, slightly nervous as he bends down in front of you, opening up the solution and pouring a decent amount of it onto the cloth. he starts dabbing the area and cleaning off anything there, avoiding the big shard of glass so he doesn’t push it in further.
you wince, gripping onto the sink tightly and shutting your eyes tightly. it stings a lot. like someone is pouring lemon juice into your wound. biting your lip and bringing it between your teeth, you notice how he moves his other hand to the side of your waist not injured.
caressing the skin softly to probably try and ease the obvious excruciating pain. “almost done.” he reassures you, tilting his head up for a moment to look at your face.
you open your eyes and squint to look at him, nodding your head and giving a short ‘mhm’ that sounds more like a whimper. the looming pain starts to subside and now you’re more focused on the warmth of his palm against your skin. his fingertips brush against you delicately, a complete contrast to the actions of his other hand.
he moves the cloth away, throwing it into the sink and inspecting the glass shards. “is it almost done?” you ask looking down at him worriedly.
“there’s still the worst to get over yet. but it will only be brief. i promise.” he says, looking up at you as he goes to get the tweezers off the sink.
once he’s got ahold of them, he holds the remains of the tank top you had wrapped around your waist in his hand. assumably to put the glass into or to cover you if you start bleeding badly. “you ready?” he asks you.
you give a firm nod, shutting your eyes in anticipation for the worst pain you’ll probably ever experience. but you remind yourself of his words ‘it’ll only be brief. i promise.’ the phrase keeps on playing in your mind, drowning out his voice as he counts down.
you bring the back of your hand up to your mouth, ready to bite the back of it so you don’t scream. as soon as the pain hits you bite down onto the skin of your hand, a muffled scream following as you throw your head back. your other hand grips onto the sink, your knuckles turning white from the pressure.
again, you feel the warmth of his other hand stroking the side of your waist. the gentle words of assurance leaving his mouth ringing in your ears. you breathe heavily in through your nose and out though your mouth as only small nips of pain now pang at your side.
when you look down to see him, instead of being met by the black mask completely covering his face you see it laying on the floor, blood over it. blood probably gushed out onto his mask so he had to remove it to see, the cloth he had held in his hand was fully red, soaked in blood.
his hair is black and it lays messily atop his head, his hood is still up but he no longer has anything covering his face. you notice the light tone of his skin bouncing off from the lighting, his other features not currently visible to you. you watch as he puts the tweezers down and starts cleaning the area again.
the pain is more tolerable now considering the horrific burning you had experienced previously. once he's cleaned the wound up he puts on easy stiches that will hold the cut together, his hands wrapping a bandage around your waist skilfully moments later. "alright, its all better now 'kay" he mumbles out, standing up and already turning to clean up the mess so you don't even manage to get a glimpse of his face.
"do you do this to many people? help them out with their injuries?" you ask watching the back of him.
"no. just you. if you're wondering why i put a first-aid kit in the roofing, its because i thought you'd eventually get hurt and put it there in preparation." he mumbles, his voice just audible.
he puts the cloth in the sink, washing it up and wringing the blood from it before putting it back in the kit. he puts the first aid-kit back where it previously was, but not before cleaning the front of his mask off and putting it back on. once the panel is finally in place for the roofing he moves back over to you, taking the scrap piece of clothing tied around you before and binning it. "thank you" you say, turning around and taking your t-shirt.
"for now you'll need to wear this t-shirt until i can grab a clean one for you. keep your jacket zipped up until then." he says, taking the t-shirt off of you and pulling it over your head lightly, sorting it out before picking up your jacket and slipping it back on you.
he zips it up half way, letting it hang casually against your frame before switching the tap on and taking his gloves off, he washes his hands and cleans his gloves off before putting them back on. luckily, there's no blood on his jumpsuit so he doesn't need to clean anything else up.
"i'll just clean my face up." you say, turning around and switching the tap on before putting your hands in a cup shape. the water splashes into your hands, creating a pool of water as you bring your head down and chuck the water over your face.
the guard gathers your hair up from behind lightly into a makeshift ponytail, making sure none of the water hits your hair. the brush of his hands against your skin makes you shudder, tingles running down your spine.
when you've washed your face, you use the side of your jacket to dry it off. turning around, you expect him to have let go of your hair but he hasn't, he lets the hair fall once you turn to face him and his hand hovers near to the nape of your neck.
you stand there for a moment, looking at the mask before reaching your hands up and taking it off carefully. he could do anything to stop you at this point, beat you up for trying to see his face, shoot you, etc. but he hasn't. once the mask is off you put it aside on the sink, admiring how beautiful his face was.
his hovering hand finally slips to the nape of your neck and you lean in towards him. your lips are against each other, barely brushing as you look into his eyes briefly. he moves in to kiss you, his lips meeting yours in a slow, tentative kiss.
your lips move against each other in sync as he focuses on your bottom lip, tilting his head to get even closer to you than before. your tongue swipes across his bottom lip and you nip harshly at it, to which he groans. your hands slip into his hair and tug at it, running your fingertips through the back of it and he moans, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth.
your tongues dance against each other now, the kiss it once was turning into a heated make-out. he pulls away to get some air, breathing heavily as he gives you a peck on the corner of your lips, then your cheek, then jawline and then your neck.
he mouths at the flesh on your neck, nipping softly before giving kitten licks to soothe it afterwards. his lips latch onto your neck as he sucks on the skin, one hand still holding the nape of your neck and the other now running through your hair and at times tugging it to get more lee-way to your neck.
you moan as he does this, sensing his pulling away once he's left a mark on the skin. his lips are plump and pupils blown out, his breathing only just starting to steady now.
he rests his forehead against yours' as the both of you calm down. "i need to go before anyone walks in here sweetheart," he starts, whispering against your lips and pecking them after he calls you the pet name. your heart flutters at this, nodding your head in agreement to his statement and giving him a kiss in return.
"i'll be watching you to make sure you don't get hurt. at the same time of today, when you wake up every day come to the exact same guard and i'll take you to the toilet and check on your dressing and how your wound is, 'kay?" he says, stroking his thumb against your cheek.
"mhm." you nod, lips parted.
"m'be careful." he mumbles out, pulling away with one last peck before he puts his mask on, picking his gun up and walking slowly out of the bathroom.
you wait a few moments for him to resume his position, then walk out as best as you can with your healed injury. you open the door and see him stood there, he gestures with his head to the hallway and you shut the door, following him.
once he's lead you back to the main room you go inside, only looking at him once you're on your bed and seeing him stood there, as plain as before. you lay in your bed and watch him, drifting off into sleep as you dream about being with your newfound lover boy.
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The first 'I love you' with Gi-hun, Sang-woo and In-ho
Gi-hun
He's the first to say it to you, but it takes you a while longer to reciprocate those three words, because there is a big difference between being in love and loving deeply.
He says it during an intimate moment between you. After a romantic walk, you decide to get some ice cream together.
Being his silly self, Gi-hun of course gets some soft serve on his nose. Needless to say, you lean in to kiss it away, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose.
It causes him to blush brightly and stare at you dumbfounded for a few moments.
"Goodness (Y/n)... Where would I be without you? Walking around with ice cream on my nose. No wonder I love you." he whispers without really comprehending that what he's saying would shock you.
Now it's your turn to stare and turn red. "You do?"
He gives you a meek nod, to which you respond by kissing him. He means the world to you, but because you've been hurt in the past, you aren't there yet.
A while later, you finally feel ready to say it back. You know that Gi-hun will be delighted to hear it, because he's been repeating those same three words to you on a very occasional basis.
You find him one day in the kitchen preparing you and Ga-yeong dinner.
You wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your head against his back.
You've watched him interact with Ga-yeong all day and have realised that he is, in fact, your soulmate.
So when you say "I love you." to him, Gi-hun turns around right away to look at you, with widened eyes, jaw agape.
He takes a deep breath to say something, but then sighs in relief, with a light laugh escaping him. "Oh, that's wonderful. That's so wonderful. I love you so much, (Y/n)."
"And I love you, Gi-hun." you respond, going in for a kiss.
When Ga-yeong enters the kitchen to see if dinner is ready, she sees you two in your sweet embrace, sending a high pitched "Eeeew!" through the room, causing you to break apart and laugh.
Sang-woo
Sang woo does not see himself as a very lovable person, nor does he have a lot of experience when it comes to personal relationships.
Sure, he's had flings in the past, but never to the point of becoming serious.
So when you mutter "I love you" in his ear after a steamy session between the sheets, he simply huffs in disbelief.
"I don't think you do."
"Nonsense, Sang-woo." you tell him, "I do love you. More than you will ever know."
Despite his blush, he can barely believe that what you say is true. How could you love a man like him?
You repeat the words more often from that point on, hoping that one day he will say it back. After all, you know that he can be very difficult when it comes to relationships and that he wants to take things slow, but it hurts that he doesn't realise how much you want him.
"Sang-woo, I love you."
"Will you stop saying that, (Y/n)? You deserve better than me."
Yes, it does hurt. A lot. Sometimes you even cry about it.
It causes you to break down one evening when he tries to initiate a deep kiss. You simply pull back and begin to sob, your shoulders shaking as you turn away from him.
"When will you respond to my love for you?" you ask bitterly, "I love you so much, I give you so much, but you can never tell me you love me in return."
Sang-woo's lips tremble when he sees you so upset, swallowing away his own tears.
"Sometimes I wonder if you like me at all."
"That's not it, (Y/n)! You're the most amazing person I've ever met."
"Then say it, you idiot. Say that you love me."
He pauses and draws a sharp breath, scooting closer to your slouched form. It's heartbreaking to see you so emotional.
"I do love you, (Y/n). It's just that I'm... I'm afraid of losing you once I... Once I give in."
A smile breaks through on your face, though a few tears still slip from your eyes. You turn to him, reaching for his hands and hold him close.
"See, that wasn't so difficult, was it? I love you, and you love me. Whatever the world throws at us, we can handle."
He trusts your promise, despite still being of the opinion that he's unlovable. But then, you make sure to assure him of his importance in your life on more occasions than one.
The Front Man | In-ho
Hwang In-ho has a rough exterior, and no matter how much of his façade you've managed to melt away, it's nearly impossible to get him to become soft with you.
Your love is fleeting, heated nights followed by waking up in cold beds, purely sexual at first.
It doesn't take long for you to begin loving him, but you keep it to yourself, knowing that he isn't that far yet.
It takes time, but you're very patient when teaching In-ho to love you.
He's inexperienced when it comes to long and established relationships, so the whole idea of you is foreign and almost frightening.
But you're keen on letting him know how much he means.
"I love you," you say after he rolls off of you, and he simply huffs, as if he doesn't believe you.
"Stop that, (Y/n). You don't love me, you love the idea of me."
Perhaps that acting cold and harsh will scare you away. Thing is, In-ho does have feelings for you, but for your own sake, he should not act upon them.
In his line of work, In-ho cannot show weakness, and he fears that you will be used against him eventually. If people knew that you were his one true love...
Your persistence surprises him. You're not offended by his words, nor does your demeanour change when he attempts to build up the wall around his heart again. You just coax those imaginary bricks from his fingers and replace them with kisses tasting of honey and whisky.
In-ho feels himself falling, and soon, he knows there is no way back in pursuing you. He can't live without you, not anymore.
One night, he groans against your neck, your back against his chest, teeth grazing your skin. "I love you too, (Y/n)."
You smile, resting your head against the pillows, sighing in relief. "Oh, I know that, In-ho. And I'm glad."
that last fic just ended me, crying sobbing cumming screaming jsnhdvjkzldg
omfg dfnv69sdfnmsdkj i was nervous people would be like, um miss wtf is this unholy atrocity but i'm so glad to see that there are others weirdly attracted to the pink jelly beans and we are rising up
pairing: pink guards x fem!reader, square guards x fem!reader, triangle guards x fem!reader
summary: in the words of the lovely anon who sent this ask, you get a train ran on you by the pink jelly beans ┬┴┬┴┤ ͜ʖ ͡°) ├┬┴┬┴
requested: yes, combined requests
WARNINGS: voyeurism, unprotected sex, hair pulling, spanking, rough sex, gangbang, creampie, cum swallowing, cum on body/face, whew uhm what else, dubious consent at first, sevensome?, choking, mask kink, voice kink, gagging, a lot of kinks, fingering, oral sex (m.receiving), masks stay ON during sex, sir kink?, sub!reader, dom!guards, kinda cuckholding
word count: 3,866
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𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃
you were laying on your stomach on the sandy floor, feet swinging in the air as you concentrated on carving the last bit of your triangle.
"yes!" you squealed quietly as you quickly got onto your knees, holding up the neatly carved triangle with a proud little smile to show the guard standing above you that you had done it without breaking the honeycomb.
the triangle guard stared down at you on your knees in front of him, your big doe eyes sparkling happily as you survived another game. not that you knew they would never allow you to get hurt.
"player 444, pass."
you got to your feet, leaving the honeycomb triangle in the metal tin as you dusted yourself off, the triangle guards gaze staying firmly locked on you as it had been the whole game.
you looked at where you assume the guards eyes would be as he continued to stare at you in silence for a couple more seconds before promptly turning on his heels and stomping off towards the big door as you stared after him, a little confused as to why he stared at you for so long, before you quickly scampered after him.
as he lead you back to what you assumed was the players sleeping quarters, a square guard joined you walking very close behind you so you were sandwiched in between the two pink guards.
the brightly coloured halls gave you a headache as you walked along with your hands in your pockets. if you ever get out of here, you swore you were never going to look at another shade of pink for as long as you shall live.
you were knocked out of your thoughts as the triangle guard stopped suddenly in front of you, causing you to run into his back. the square guard behind you stopped as well, the front his body an inch away from your back.
"turn left." the triangle guards deep voice rumbled out, body moving again to take a sharp left which led into a long, narrow hallway. you moved away from the heat of the square guard behind you, sluggishly turning left and following the triangle guard as he lead you down the hallway, the square guard still walking too close to you.
"uhm, where are we going if i may asks, uh sirs? did i do something wrong?" you asked nervously, you were pretty sure by now that they weren't leading you back to the players dorms, as the hallways weren't filled with the bright pink you hate anymore instead a dark grey covered the walls.
as always, you were met with dead silence from the two guards who continued to lead you through doors and hallways. of course they wouldn't respond, why did you even bother?
the nerves continued to rise within you as you approached a door, the triangle guard in front of you opening the door and holding it open for you and the square guard following behind you to enter.
walking slowly into the room, you looked around only to see a large soft looking bed stood in the middle of the room, the only other things in the room a large 5 person couch and a mini fridge filled with who knows what.
the slam of the door behind you made you jump slightly, quickly turning around to face the tall guards stood in front of you staring intently at you through their masks.
"u-um, i don't know if i did something wrong, if i did i'm so so sorry! please don't kill me!" you squeaked out, nervously playing with your fingers as they continued to stand there staring at you with their guns strapped to their chests.
fuck, you thought to yourself, oh god, oh god what did i do. the thoughts raced through your head, trying to remember what you did wrong, if you even did do anything wrong. what if that's not the reason they brought you here? you cant remember doing anything wrong, you played by the rules as far as you can remember so what-wait.
your gaze slowly lifted up from the floor, looking towards the large bed in the room. no, surely not. they wouldn't bring you here to do that, would they?
you felt a blush rise on your face because, honestly, you wouldn't mind it if they did bring you here to do that.
your gaze returned to the two guards still standing right in front of the door, as though they thought you might try to escape. they were still staring at you as they had been the whole time. should you say something?
just as you opened your mouth to ask what they brought you here for the door gets slammed open, four more pink guards loudly walking through the door which was slammed closed as the last guard entered the room.
you looked around at all of them, noting that there were now two square guards and four triangle guards standing before you. great, now you have six pairs of eyes just staring at you.
"what's going on?" you asked timidly, "i really don't understand why you brought me here, i'm sorry if i did somethi-"
"undress." came the low command of the square guard who escorted you here.
"huh?!" you stared at the guard in disbelief, not sure if you were hearing him correctly. maybe his mask was muffling his voice and he actually said arrest? are you under arrest, perhaps?
"i said, undress. i will not repeat myself again." okay, so you're not under arrest. that's good to know. you could feel your face flushing as you processed his blunt demand.
i mean, it's not that your opposed to the idea, but what if this was a trick? it could be some sort of game. but what will they do if you don't get undressed? kill you and go find another person?
"now." you jumped at the loud, deep voice of the new square guard as he snapped at you, impatience coating his voice as you were taking to long to follow their commands.
fuck it, you thought, deciding to just follow their demands. i mean, what's the worst that could happen. either you have an orgy or you die, it's not really that different from the games if you think about it.
you kicked your shoes off as you slowly slid your teal jacket down your arms, letting it pool around your feet as you quickly slid off your loose white t-shirt, it landing on the floor next to your jacket. last to go was your teal sweatpants, the fabric bunched up at your hips as you grabbed the sides and slid the sweatpants down your smooth legs.
kicking the sweatpants away from your feet, you stood there shyly in your white bra and cotton panties as the guards ogled you in silence.
you shifted uncomfortably as a deep grunt was heard throughout the room, one of the square guards walking towards you until he was one step away, his large hand coming out to pull back the strap on your bra, a soft whimper leaving you as the sound of it snapping back against your shoulder echoed through the room.
"take it all off." his deep voice rumbled out, a gloved hand smoothing across your shoulder and down your arm before returning to his side and taking a step back. it was an oddly loving gesture, one that you welcomed to be honest.
you hesitated as you went to unclip your bra, still a little unsure and nervous. you took a deep breath to dispel the nerves as you shakily unhooked your bra, throwing it to the side and quickly moving to slid your panties from your hips and down your legs before you chickened out.
your eyes were focused on the soft carpet, to embarrassed to look up at the six men standing before you.
multiple low groans were heard throughout the room as you heard some shuffling among the men, low footsteps coming towards you before you saw a pair of pristine black boots standing toe to toe with your small sock covered feet.
"look up, little one." a glove covered finger was placed under your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes connected with the square on his mask.
"there we go, look at you pretty girl." the second tall square guard said lowly in his smooth, deep voice. his hand moved to cradle your face as his thumb rubbed gently against your bottom lip. your eyes fluttered as you gazed up at him through your long eyelashes.
a soft whimper escaped your mouth as his hand slowly slid down, lightly wrapping around your small neck before sliding down your chest to gently cup your tits, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching your hard nipples roughly.
as the square guard played with your boobs, the other square guard moved behind you, hands now gloveless to expose his large veiny hand, cupping your pussy from behind.
you squealed loudly at the sudden foreign feeling, hand gripping onto the triangle guards wrist as he rubbed three fingers roughly against your clit. he only did this for a second before all hands were gone from your body.
"ah!" you yelped as you were suddenly lifted up onto someone's shoulder, the world turning upside down as you felt yourself be carried for a couple steps before being tossed onto the fluffy bed. you bounced a few times as you landed on your butt, trying to stabilise yourself so you wouldn't bounce off of the bed.
when you stop bouncing and managed to stabilise yourself, you looked up to find yourself surrounded by six hungry guards. they kept their unwavering gaze on you as they all quickly rushed to rid themselves of their pink uniform, some stumbling around in their lust filled haze.
your eyes widened as the two square guards started slowly crawling onto the bed, advancing on you like you were their prey. you kinda were funnily enough, not that you minded in the least.
they all found their places, one square guard resting behind you as your head laid in his lap, the other square guard crawled between your spread legs, resting on his knees as he looked down at you sprawled underneath him. the four triangle guards settled on the couch, watching patiently for now as their superiors wrecked you.
you felt your hair get moved to the side as the square guard whose lap you were laid on looked down at you. you turned your head a bit only to be faced with his long, incredibly hard cock.
the need to feel his pretty cock in your mouth overwhelmed you so you leaned forward, hand reaching up to grip his shaft as you gave his tip a kiss while looking up at him with hazy eyes. his hips bucked up slightly, a hitched breath heard from underneath his mask.
"what a good girl, huh? knew we choose you for a reason, you've been so, so good for us. gotta give our girl a reward for being so well behaved," the praise made you whine happily as you suckled at the guards cock, making him let out a long groan while his hand worked your hair into a makeshift ponytail to hold onto as you sucked his cock.
hands gripped the underside of your knees, spreading your legs wider as you were sprawled out on your back underneath them. it was kind of intimidating actually, being surrounded by six hot as hell men, not exactly knowing why this was happening but not really caring either.
"is it alright if i fuck your tight little cunt, little one?" the guard hovering over you asked, voice husky with lust.
you moaned around the cock in your mouth as you felt a finger side through your silky folds, your wetness gathering on the square guards long, slim fingers. you eagerly nodded your head as best as you could, apparently a bit too eagerly as chuckles erupted around the room.
a sharp smack to your inner thigh made you cry out, your hips bucking up at the pain.
"words, pretty girl." you pulled yourself off of the square guards leaking cock, giving the tip one last kiss with your swollen, red lips.
"yes, please fuck me sir! want it so bad!" you whined with a pout, glazed over eyes looking up at the square guard above you, begging him to fuck you.
he paused his movements for a second, just wanting to admire you as you laid spread out for them. finally after watching and waiting this whole time, they have you.
"i know you do, little one. don't you worry, we've got you. we're gonna make you feel so good sweet girl." he assured you in his distorted voice, fingers slowly sliding into your already soaked pussy, moving in and out of you as his other hand rubbed figure 8's onto your swollen nub.
it felt so good as one of your hands gripped onto one of the square guards firm thighs, fingers digging into the smooth skin as the square guards fingers moved faster inside of you.
you couldn't help the loud moans escaping from you, admittedly not having had many sexual encounters and the ones you have had not feeling anywhere near as good as this. the sound of your squelching pussy filled the otherwise silent room, all the guards transfixed on the way your tight pussy is swallowing up the guards long fingers.
all the triangle guards were stroking their cocks as they watched you get pleased, you noticed. were they only allowed to watch, not touch?
you couldn't dwell on it for long as you felt the fingers inside of you give a few last harsh thrusts before pulling out and bringing his fingers soaked in your juices up to your lips, tapping them against your swollen lips as you opened them, allowing his fingers to slip inside your mouth and sucking your juices off of his fingers with a moan. all the while you stared at the square on his mask, the square that signified his superiority.
"good girl." he uttered lowly, pushing his fingers deep into your throat making you gag before pulling them out, his fingers dripping with your spit as he gripped his aching cock, spreading your spit all over his cock.
the square guard who's lap your head was currently resting on was softly ranking a hand through your hair, cock still hard as a rock resting next to your head though going unattended to as of right now, all the attention on you as the men hungrily watched as the square guard tapped his leaking, bare cock onto your clit, making your body twitch and let out a long breathy whine.
"p-please fuck me sir, please! i wanna feel your big cock in me so bad." you almost cried out, needing to feel him in you or you swore you were going to cry.
a long, deep moan came from the square guard as he slowly sunk into you, finally feeling your tight pussy cling onto him after what felt like so long. you let out a loud, pornographic moan as you felt him split you open, legs being tightly held in place as you buried your face into the thigh of the guard your head was resting on.
he paused once he was fully buried inside your pussy, letting you adjust to him as you both got used to the feeling. meanwhile, the triangle guards on the couch watched eagerly as you were stuffed full of their superiors big cock, eyes squeezed shut as you bit your lip hard. you were so cute, so beautiful.
"a-ah, fuck! ah, ah ah!" left your mouth in breathy whimpers, body moving back and forth along the black silk sheets as he started to fuck his cock into you.
"look at your pussy taking my cock so well, why don't you suck his cock little one? teasing him with your face so close to his cock, tut tut tut, very mean of you pretty girl." the guard fucking you grunted out, thrusts getting faster and rougher as his hands gripped under your knees, propping your legs up on his shoulders as he fucked you vigorously.
a hand roughly turned your face towards the cock twitching with anticipation, standing up to attention right next to your face. a shaky hand reached up to stroke the guards cock as you gathered the spit in your mouth, slowly letting it dribble from your mouth down onto his cock before eagerly taking half of his cock in your throat as spit and pre come gathered at his base.
you moaned around his cock as the square guard fucked you into the mattress, the vibrations making the square guard who's cock you were sucking groan loudly in pleasure, hips bucking wildly into your mouth as he grabbed your hair bobbing your head up and down his cock as you tried not to gag around his dick.
"fuck, her pussy is so tight, u-uh! too bad you can't feel it yet, right guys?" the square guards laughed at the triangle guards, who were still sitting patiently on the large couch, either enjoying the way your face was getting sloppily fucked or glued to the way your stomach bulged from the huge cock fucking you dumb.
"her mouth is fucking heaven, too. she really knows how to suck a cock." they talked as if you weren't there and it made your pussy throb, tingles spreading throughout your body as you could feel your orgasm approaching.
you continued to deep throat the guards cock as continuous moans left your mouth, one hand moving up to jerk the base of his cock as you bobbed up and down. a grunt followed by a thump was heard above you, what you assumed was him throwing his head back against the wall in pleasure.
"are you going to cum baby girl? i can feel you tightening around my cock like a whore, huh?" he mocked, fucking you harder and harder as he hit your g-spot. you could feel it growing within you, about to explode as you sobbed around the cock you were choking on.
just as your high was about to hit you, the guard pulled his cock out of your contracting walls, making you whine pathetically as your hips tried to follow his.
"oh, sweet girl. you poor, poor thing. you just want to cum, huh? don't worry i'll make you cum little one." they laughed at your cries, hands gripping your hips flipping you around so you were on all fours, knees spread wide as your ass was perched high in the air, elbows holding your upper half up.
a hand gripped your hair, holding it in a make do ponytail as he guided his cock right back into your mouth. the square guards cock repeatedly hit the back of your throat as he bobbed your head for you, gags now freely leaving your mouth as you sucked his big dick.
suddenly, you felt a sharp sting on your ass, head moving to try and look but the hand in your hair held you firmly on the guards cock. another loud smack landed on your ass, this time you moaned as you welcomed the pain, pushing your ass higher in the air expectantly waiting for more.
"she likes that, yah!" the guards exclaimed incredulously, amazed by how much you truly seemed to enjoy it., "look how much she likes it! our little whore." as the third slap arrived on your ass, the square guard quickly shoved his cock in your soaking pussy, an almost scream like moan escaping from you against your will.
you were getting fucked on both ends, one cock relentlessly fucking you from behind, balls slapping against your clit as the other made you gag on his cock, spit and precum mixed across his toned lower stomach making it shine prettily.
you could feel your orgasm fast approaching, having been oh so rudely ripped away from you before. the euphoric feeling kept building, heightened by the sound of the grunts and groans the guards were letting out as they fucked you.
a loud, long moan left you as the tip of the square guards cock hit your g-spot over and over, barley about to process the cock in your mouth let alone suck it on your own. that's all right though he's fine with doing all the work as long as your throat is wrapped snuggly around him.
both of the men's thrusts were getting sloppier they fucked you from both ends, hands gripping onto you tightening as their pace grew desperate.
"cum for us baby girl, c'mon. cum on my cock, milk it." the guard fucking you moans out, chest collapsing onto your back as his arms wrapped around your waist, thrusting sharply into you as one hand reached down to pinch your swollen clit.
that did it for you as the dam inside you snapped, walls tightening around the big cock in you as white hot pleasure filled your every vein, screaming out in ecstasy around the cock in your throat.
"ohhh fuuck, " one of the guards groaned out, you had no idea which at this point, to far into your high to care. your orgasm triggered both of the guards orgasms, cum filling your pussy and mouth as you all came together.
you happily swallowed all of the cum filling your mouth, cleaning off any remaining cum with a few wide licks to his softening cock before a finger tilted your chin to make you look up at the panting square guard above you, thumb pulling your mouth open to make sure you swallowed all of him. "good girl." his voiced rumbled out, large hand giving your small cheek a soft pat.
heavy breaths breaths filled the space as you felt the square guard behind you slumped over your back, breathing heavily as he calmed down from his intense orgasm. once he caught his breath, he straightened his back to look down at where your bodies were connected, slowly pulling his softening cock out of your cum filled pussy, watching as his cum ran out of your swollen, abused hole and down your smooth thighs. fuck, what a sight.
slumping down, you tiredly rested your head on the guards thick thighs underneath you, your body collapsing down onto the bed as you closed your eyes contently.
"uh, uh, uh little one," a sudden voice ripped you out of your after-sex bubble, along with a harsh pinch to your red ass, "don't forget about the guys over there, ah? they've been so good, watching you get fucked dumb by their superiors. they deserve a reward, don't you think?"
you blearily glanced at the four triangle guards watching intently from the sofa, hard cocks leaking against their stomachs, as if awaiting instructions. as fucked out as you were, you were more than eager to please them. since when is one orgasm enough, anyway?
a/n: so i was gonna put everything in this one fic but it was waaayy too long so i'm splitting it into a two part fic, the next part will be the triangle guards running a train okayyyyyy i hope yall enjoy this is filthy, we are filthy and so is the next part i really hope you enjoy
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His Object Of Obsession (Ji-Woon Hak/The Trickster x Reader Pure Filth)
WARNING: This fic contains non-con/dark themes! Don’t read if you are triggered by it. Other than that this fic is pure smut with a liiiittle bit of cutsie stuff. I posted this also on AO3 and here on tumblr once. Well. Enjoy reading!
