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𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 - you trying to be dominant

CONTAINS, cho sangwoo, thanos, gi-hun, dae-ho, in-ho, jun-ho, salesman.

WARNINGS; porn with no plot, p in v, oral (f receiving), gun play, manhandling.

CHO SANGWOO;

You straddle his lap, pressing his wrists into the mattress with a sheepish smirk. His cock twitched inside you, and he let out a breath, tilting his head and looking at you with a small glimpse of confusion. "Stay still," vou whisper against his ear. For once, he's quiet, watching you with hooded eyes. But then, the corner of his mouth twitches, and before you can react, he flips you effortlessly.

Now he was on top, and slowly thrusted back into you, smirking down at you. "Cute," he murmurs, "but you know I don't like losing."

He loves it better when he was in control, using you to how he wanted. Who were you to decide how fast he pounded you into that mattress? How rough to go? No. He wanted full control. He reminded you of that by snapping his hips against yours mercilessly.

“You wouldn’t have been able to keep up anyways, darling.”

SEONG GI-HUN;

You push Gi-hun onto the couch, climbing over him with confidence. At first, he lets out a giggle, thinking you’re joking around. You’re used to just vanilla sex really, nothing too crazy, but you both still get satisfied.

His laughter dies as he realizes you're not joking. "Oh. Oh," he blinks, looking up at you with wide eyes. "Well, uhm, this is new?" He lets vou take control, but you can see his lips twitching like he's trying not to laugh.

"What?" you huff at him, sure, you were mad he wasn’t taking you seriously. But then, he grins, a toothy one, and leans up to places a kiss to your jaw.

"Nothing, I just... I think I like this.”

“Yeah?” You smiled, tilting your head as he left open mouthed kisses down your neck. He nodded, murmuring, “Well if you’re gonna act like this you gotta hurry up or I won’t last long.”

KANG DAE-HO;

You push Dae-ho up to the wall, hand on his jaw whilst you press your lips gently against his. He kisses you back, softly, until your hand starts trailing down his chest to his v-line, fingers pushing into his waistband.

A small murmur escapes his lips, and he breaks the kiss away slowly. He tries to pick you up, to take you over to the couch or the bed, but you grab his hand.

“Mm-mm.” You shake your head, looking up at him. He blinks down at you, lips parting. “What are you… doing?” He looked genuinely hurt actually, thinking you were turning him down.

You lean in, your lips ghosting over his jaw. “Taking control?” You said blatantly. You pulled him over to the bed by his shirt, and gently pushed him down, straddling his waist.

“Uh.. I- I don’t usually…” He says nervously, hands running up and down your sides. “Don’t usually what?” You ask, pushing up his shirt. “I don’t know. Let someone else take the lead?” He replied, rutting up into you in search of some friction.

“Then it’s about time you did.” You giggle, leaning down to trail kisses all the way to his stomach.

THANOS/CHOI SU BONG;

You push Thanos back against the nearest surface, gripping his chin to force his gaze on you. You couldn’t tell if it was the weed making you this bold, or the way his messy hair looked as he rolled up another joint. He raised an eyebrow, his usual cocky smirk on his lips. “Oh? What’s this?” he mused, with amusement.

“I’m taking control,” you murmur, pressing against him harder, feeling his cock start to twitch.

Thanos lets out a soft chuckle, but there’s something in his eyes. Curiosity, maybe even anticipation, or maybe it’s just his dilated pupils. “That so babe?” He tilts his head, his usual arrogance faltering just a little.

You trail your fingers down his chest, deliberately slow. “Problem with that?”

He exhaled, sharply, his hands flexing at his sides like he’s resisting the urge to grab you. His usual confidence seems to waver, just for a second. “No problem,” he mutters, voice a little rougher. “Just wondering how far you think you can get without me showing you how much of a little slut you are.”

“And if you’re gonna start doing all this shit, at least be good at it.” He said, his voice a tone of fake sweetness.

HWANG IN-HO;

You step closer, tilting your chin up to meet his unreadable gaze. "Sit down," you murmur, pushing lightly on his chest. You start to slowly unbuckle his belt, hands all over his waist.

His mask is off, and his lips curve in something dangerously close to amusement. "You're brave today.”he muses, a small smirk on his face as you start to work his length with your hands, gritting his teeth at the sudden touch.

"I don't recall asking for your opinion." His gloved hands grip your waist, and he lets out a shaky breath.

"Neither did I," he counters smoothly, a small smile looking up at you, trying to keep his composure.

HWANG JUN-HO;

You shove Jun-ho onto the bed, pinning him down with unexpected force. His brows lift, but his eyes stay burning into you. "You really think you can keep me here?" he asks, voice teasing. You smirk.

"Try me." He exhales sharply, his hands flexing at his sides.

Then, with zero effort, he reverses the position, trapping your wrists above your head.

"Nice try" he whispers, "but I'm a cop, sweetheart. Restraining people is my job." He starts to press kisses down your stomach, pulling at your shorts with one hand, the other holding your wrists.

Not even minutes later, you’re squirming under his mouth. “See. We both know you like it better like this, all opened up and pretty for me.”

SALESMAN;

You lean over the table, pressing a hand to his chest to keep him seated. His smirk deepens.

"Interesting," he muses. You tilt his chin up, your voice low. "No more games." It was more of a plead, not a demand, but you knew he’d see this as you being disobedient.

He chuckles, leaning in close, the gun in his hand caressing your jaw. "Oh, but this is my favorite kind of game.”

You let out a breath as he holds the back of your neck with his other hand, pulling your head back slightly. “You know trying to take control isn’t going to change anything, don’t you?”

The gun was being dragged down your body, all the way to your clothed cunt. You didn’t reply, but you knew the answer was yes.

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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐎, no i wouldnt do a thing like that.

PAIRING, cho sangwooxf!young!reader.

WARNINGS; dead dove, p in v, younger reader, reader is gi-huns adopted daughter, this is shitty i just woke up, spanking, sneaking out, punishment

WORD COUNT; 1,425

The night air was crisp against your skin as you slip through the streets, the neon lights of Seoul painting the pavement in hazy colors. Your heart pounded with excitement, the thrill of sneaking out pulsing in your veins. It’s not like you were doing anything terrible—just meeting some friends, maybe going to a bar or two. But if Gi-hun saw what you were wearing, he’d probably have at least two heart attacks.

Gi-hun took you in when you were young, a girl from a troubled family who was hopping from house to house a lot of the time. He was like a father to you.

You adjusted the low rise jeans, showing off your pink little thong, almost making it to the main road when a voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You froze, your stomach dropping.

Slowly, you turned, already dreading what you’d see. And there he is, standing under the glow of a streetlamp, arms crossed over his chest, watching you like you’re a misbehaving child instead of a college student who can make her own choices.

“Sangwoo,” you said with an awkward laugh, trying to act like this was no big deal. “I was just—”

“Going out,” he finishes for you, his eyes narrowing as they sweep over your outfit—skimpy jeans, tight top, all the things Gi-hun wouldn’t approve of. He exhaled sharply, rubbing at his temple like you were giving him a migraine. “Like that?”

You crossed your arms. “I’m not a fucking little kid.” Who was he to tell you what to do? Sure, he was your dad’s friend but… well, maybe he was in the right.

“No, but you’re still under Gi-hun’s roof.” His voice was calm, but there was no room for argument. “And if he saw you like this—” He shook his head, already over it. “You’re still in college goddammit. Get in the car. Now. And stop swearing at me.”

You groan, dragging your feet as you make your way over. There’s no point in arguing—you’ve already lost. The car ride back is silent, Sangwoo’s jaw tight, his fingers tapping against the wheel like he’s trying to keep himself from lecturing you.

The second you step inside, you know you’re in trouble.

Gi-hun is pacing the living room, running a hand through his hair like he’s already exhausted. The moment he sees you, he stops. His eyes flick to Sangwoo, then to you, then down to what you’re wearing.

“Where the hell were you?” His voice isn’t sharp—no yelling, no immediate anger—but it’s the disappointment that makes your stomach twist.

“I was just—”

“She was sneaking out,” Sangwoo cuts in, his voice void of any sympathy. Prick. “Dressed like that.”

Gi-hun lets out a slow breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y/N.” He says your name like it physically pains him. “Do you have any idea what could’ve happened to you?”

You shift on your feet, arms tightening around yourself. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big—” Gi-hun laughs, but it’s not a happy sound. He shakes his head. “I can’t do this right now.” His eyes flick to Sangwoo. “You handle it. Do whatever you think is best.”

Your stomach drops.

“Wait—”

But Gi-hun is already grabbing his jacket, muttering something about fresh air before he walks out the door, leaving you alone.

With Sangwoo.

You swallow hard, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I don’t know why he lets you get away with so much,” he says, his voice even, but firm. “Back in my day, if I had pulled something like this, I’d have been disciplined properly.”

Your skin prickles. “I’m too old for that, you prick,” you mutter.

Sangwoo raises an eyebrow. “Not in my eyes.” He sat down on the couch, manspreading just a little. “Bend over my knee.”

You gape at him. “You can’t be serious.” What in the world was he thinking?

“I am.” There’s no hesitation in his voice, no room for argument. “If you don’t want to respect the rules of this house, you’ll learn another way.”

Your jaw clenches. Your fists tighten at your sides.

You glance at the door, but there’s no escape. Gi-hun left Sangwoo in charge, and if you defy him, it’ll only make things worse. Heat floods your face as you shuffle forward, your stomach twisting in humiliation as you made your way over to him, looming just above him.

He looked up at you, and then down at your waist, your thong clenching into your sides. God what he wouldn’t give to take that off. “Jeans off.” He muttered, sighing.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You laughed, mostly in disbelief.

But he wasn’t joking. “You heard me.” You didn’t listen, just stood there, mouth wide, not knowing what to do.

“Don’t make me do it for you.” His voice was harsh, as he straightened up against the couch.

So, you slowly unbuttoned the jeans, letting them drop as you stepped out of them. “This is so fucking weird.”

He couldn’t smirk, not in-front of you, but it took everything in him not to let out a little sign of content as he saw your pretty ass in that thong.

“Good girl. Now bend over.” He ordered, eyes burning into you.

After you stood there for a little while longer, he got impatient, pulling you down himself, a little more harsh then need be.

The strikes weren’t hard—just enough to sting, just enough to remind you that in his eyes, you’re not as grown as you think you are.

Weirdly, you found a heat pooling in your stomach, his calloused hands massaging the skin of your ass with each hit.

You squirmed a little, growing wet with every minute. And you knew he’d noticed.

“What’s this?” He whispered, dragging his fingers to the cloth over your pussy, making you jittery. “Pretty little girls getting wet over an old man punishing her?”

You didn’t reply, too embarrassed to say a word. “Answer me.” He sighed, dragging a finger over the wet clothing.

“Mm.” You mumbled, eyes closed. You wriggled a little, trying to get some damn friction between your cunt and those fingers.

He let out a laugh, a laugh of mockery, letting two of his digits slowly rub your pussy as he mumbled something under his breath.

It didn’t take long before you were bent over the sofa, completely bare and humiliated, letting the man pound into your young cunt, his fingers rubbing your clit with precision.

“Such a little slut, making me stretch you out like this. Your dad could walk in any minute you know? And see you like this, all pretty and moaning for me.” He murmured into your ear, slowing the pace.

With each thrust you let out a cry, his big size stretching you out just right. “So tight.” He mumbled. “So fucking tight for me.”

Your face was pushing down into one of the cushions, his hand gripping your hair, shoving you down more.

“Be quiet. Be a good whore and stay quiet. You should be glad I found you in that alley dressed like a skank and not someone else, they wouldn’t have been so kind.”

His thrusts became more sloppy, his breathing heavier, and you could tell by the way his dick twitched inside you he was close.

“Good girl. Gonna fill you up. S’that good?” He was mumbling in your ear, trailing kisses down your neck, he knew this was wrong, he knew he shouldn’t have tried anything. But, gods, you were so perfect and sweet for him.

With one last tiny whimper, he snapped his hips into you once more, holding you down by your neck. Bastard. You didn’t even get to come, but he filled you up, biting down on your shoulder, leaving a mark.

“You tell your dad. I won’t be so lenient on everything else i’ve seen you do.”

Fuck. That could mean anything. The drinking, the drugs, the boys. How long had he been watching you? And now, as he traipsed hickeys down your back, you stayed silent, and nodded.

When he finally let you up, you wipe at your eyes, though you’re not sure if it’s frustration or embarrassment making them sting.

“Go to your room,” Sangwoo says simply. “And next time you think about sneaking out, remember this.”

Your throat burns with words you don’t say. You don’t look at him as you storm off, slamming the door behind you.

Behind you, Sangwoo exhales, rubbing his temples. He knows you hate him for this.

But someday, he hopes you’ll understand. You were just so perfect.

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𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧’𝐬 masterlist 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

RULES; none really, if you’re a minor i advise you don’t interact with my blog but uh… not much i can do if you decide to. if you’re gonna hate then what is the actual point… most of my stuff is dead dove do not eat so yeah

ABOUT ME; satin, eighteen, requests are open, i write for squid games, any characters really, i’m hyperfixates on squid games and t.o.p at the minute.

MASTERLIST

squid games

CHO SANGWOO;

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢’𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐨

SEONG GI HUN;

nothing here yet…

KANG DAE HO;

nothing here yet…

THANOS/ CHOI SU BONG;

nothing here yet…

IN HO/ FRONT MAN;

nothing here yet…

HWANG JUN HO;

nothing here yet…

SALESMAN;

nothing here yet…

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