#player 125

thanos / choi su-bong (player 230)

⟢ your make-out sessions usually end with you guys dry humping. sorry 🫢

⟢ he’s not the type to sit there motionless while you do all the work, no. he’ll sink right into it, rolling his hips up into your own as you search for that friction— that pleasure

⟢ definitely down for some dirty talk, but who’s surprised by that.

“y’ feel that? how hard you make me?”

“fuck, ya’ haven’t even taken your clothes off and ‘t still feels like we’re fucking..”

⟢ matter of fact, you guys don’t even necessarily need to be making out for thanos to want to dry hump. if you ever take a seat on his lap, just know there’s always a chance he could feel the need to start grinding up into you— however subtle it may be

⟢ if you’re wearing jeans, he’ll hook his fingers between the belt loops and pull you into it

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nam-gyu (player 124)

⟢ oh, he is mean about outercourse— but let’s be real, when is nam-gyu ever nice

⟢ loves to watch you squirm beneath him as he rubs your pussy through your panties

⟢ he’s still on top when you guys dry hump, usually likes to have one or both of your legs over his shoulders while you guys grind together

⟢ the most you will ever hear him moan is during dry humping. its something about having all of you, right there, yet restricted by layers of fabric that drives him crazy. the first time you guys did this, you were surprised that those sounds were coming out of his mouth

“ooh fuck yeah, been needing this bad”

“ah shit, i can still feel how fucking wet you are through your clothes— what a pitiful little slut”

“oh fuck, yeah… just keep looking at me like that, fuck—“

⟢ if he’s feeling lazy, he’ll make you sit on his lap while he lays back and enjoys the show. at most he’ll rest his hand on your waist, but don’t expect much affection in these moments

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se-mi (player 380)

⟢ it’s interchangeable who’s in charge for outercourse, but if it’s se-mi’s turn— you guys won’t even need to strip for you to cum

⟢ loves the view of looking down at the pathetic little expressions you make while she’s on top of you, she also loves feeling you shiver whenever she touches your bare skin— still despite what you two are doing

⟢ even with how urgent dry humping feels, se-mi always tries to be romantic with it— as she is with any sexual act you guys partake in. this comes out in the endless streams of praise she showers you in

“just couldn’t wait— i had to have you like this..”

“you still make me feel so good, even when this is all we have time for”

“ugh, i can’t wait to fuck you proper later….”

⟢ will kiss over every inch of your exposed skin as you guys dry hump. what can she say? she gets very affectionate when she’s horny :)

⟢ if she’s feeling it, she might tease you by making it seem like she’ll move her hands between the fabric separating her from your pussy— she doesn’t usually follow through with this though

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gyeong-su (player 256)

⟢ he’s so desperate when it comes to dry humping, it’s actually kind of adorable

⟢ you usually initiate the whole thing by “innocently” rubbing your ass up against him when you guys are spooning, and if you consider stopping after you’ve started, he’ll insist by grabbing your hips and rolling his own into you himself

⟢ gyeong-su makes the cutest little whimpers as he buries his face in the crook of your neck as your grinding grows sloppier, the desperation really shining through in his voice

“oh fuck, my god you feel so good.. so good…”

“i just wanna fuck you s’bad… please lemme fuck you…”

“oh god, your ass is so perfect.. feels so perfect on me—“

⟢ as he has his face buried into your neck, gyeong-su will kiss and bite you all over in an attempt to distract himself from the pleasure you’re making him feel— an attempt that falls short, seeing as the sensation of him marking your neck up only eggs you on further

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park min-su (player 125)

⟢ surprise surprise, min-su is vocal when you guys dry hump

⟢ he’s so overwhelmed by the sensation of you grinding down onto his lap that all he can bring himself to do is plant his hands on your thighs and try his darnedest to hold out as long as possible— however, if you maintain a steady pace, he usually cums pretty fast from dry humping (no shame in that)

⟢ loves when you purposely drag him out, bringing him to what he thinks will be the edge, only for you to slow down and change things up. of course, he never wants these moments to end

⟢ his moans get so desperate, so slutty— it almost sounds like he’s on the verge of tears when you ride him through your clothes

“ah fuck, fuck! oh shit, can’t keep doing this— feels s’ good, ‘m so c—lose…”

“yeah, yeah… please keep riding me j’st like that— oh, fuck me…”

⟢ much like gyeong-su, min-su likes to have you as close as possible while you fuck him through his clothes. if he’s feeling desperate enough, he’ll slip his hands under your shirt just to feel your skin on his, to some degree

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thank you so much for reading divas! the squid game fandom may be slowly “dying”, but the people will have to pry this show from my cold dead hands

aa always, any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested. have an amazing day/night lovelies 💋

you had been riding min su for only a few minutes, but he already looked completely fucked out. eyes dazed, breath coming in soft, desperate huffs. his hands lay limp at his sides fists curling open and closed. he was letting you do everything, he was just lying there and taking it, face tightening with every drop of your hips, a little broken groan spilling past his teeth whenever your pussy gripped him just right. his head was tilted slightly, dark eyes locked on the way your chest moved with each slow grind of your hips.

and god, the way he stared at your tits..

his eyes kept flicking down, mouth slightly open, like the sight alone could make him cum. every bounce made his expression shift. eyebrows scrunching together, mouth trembling, tongue darting out to wet his lips. that greedy look was a big contrast with how timid he was being, his hands still limp at his side

you leaned forward, the slow grind making his breath hitch again, dragging a drawn out “f-ffuck” out of him, and you smiled

“Min Su…”

he blinked up at you the second you said his name, barely managing to lift his head off the pillow. lips pink and parted, face dazed and flushed. “Y-yeah?” he barely got out, like even answering you was too much

“you can’t touch them” you whispered, watching the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard

his breath caught and his fingers twitched helplessly at his sides. it wasn’t that he didn’t want to… he clearly did. the want was written all over his face. his eyes widened a little, locking on your chest again as you straightened your back and rode him slower, deeper, just to tease

you wanted him to so bad. you wanted to feel his hands. shaky, hesitant, a little clumsy on your skin, groping your tits while you rode him. you knew he’d be shy about it, fumbling at first, maybe too gentle. like he thought you were too perfect to handle rough, like he didn’t deserve to be holding them at all

but that was the point.

“not unless you ask” you whispered, leaning over him, letting your tits hang right over his face, swaying with every slow grind of your hips, his head dropped back with a little whimper, brows scrunched so tight he looked like he was in pain

“please” he gasped “i want to. I want to touch them, please let me. fuck please-”

your pussy clenched around him hard at the desperation in his voice, and his hips bucked up without meaning to, making you gasp. you could feel him trying to stay still, trying not to thrust into you while you were in control, but his body betrayed him

you sat upright again, clenching down, pace teasingly slow now, letting him twitch inside you while you kept just out of reach

“you’ll have to be good” you murmured. “use both hands. show me how much you want it.”

his hands rose so tentatively it almost made you moan, his fingers hovered before finally making contact, he cupped your breasts gently at first, thumbs grazing your nipples, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe he was allowed. then slowly, he squeezed

“fuck they’re so soft. ” he whined, breath ragged, massaging them, hands shaking, palms warm and greedy “they bounce so good when you… when you ride me like that”

you leaned in again, pressing one nipple to his mouth without a word, and he latched on immediately with a moan that vibrated against your skin. teeth grazing, tongue flicking fast, suckling hard

and underneath you, his cock throbbed like it could barely take any more

he kept suckling, lips flushed and wet around your nipple, his tongue teasing the tip in messy little swirls while his other hand rolled and tugged the other with more confidence now. flicking the bud, kneading your breast. your body jerked, the sounds spilling out of you no longer held back, your whimpers turned into breathless cries “min su. baby, just like that”

he caught that, that needy tone in your voice, and his fingers pinched tighter. the sudden sensation made you shudder hard around his cock, and your back arched, hips grinding down harder. his eyes open just briefly to watch the way your face twisted with pleasure then he shut them again, a soft hum vibrating against your breast

you could feel it, his cock twitching deep inside, thighs tensing beneath you, every bounce made him whimper, every clench of your walls around him made him stammer out another desperate breath

he suddenly let go of your nipple with a slick, wet pop, chin shining with spit, panting “g-gonna cum. fuck I’m gonna-”

you didn’t answer. just caught his flushed face in your hands, tilting it back down to your chest, guiding him back onto your tit. he latched without hesitation, lips closing again over the sensitive peak, and your voice dropped to a sweet coo against the shell of his ear “cmon min su…”

he whimpered helplessly into your skin, eyes squeezed shut tight, and then his hands flew to your hips, gripping hard like he was going to stop you, like he had to, like one more bounce would be it. “n-no, no, wait”

but you just moved them away

you pried his fingers from your waist, placed them back where they belonged, one at your breast, the other falling limp again as you rode him harder now, grinding deep

“you feel so good” you whispered “so deep baby, right there. yeah, just like that, let me feel it.”

his mouth was sloppy now, tongue flicking desperately, lips sucking weakly as his whole body tensed under you. his thighs trembled, cock pulsing with every clench of your pussy, and the way you moaned for him, the way your tits moved against his face, it was too much.

“fuuuck gonna cum, I can’t. ahh!”

you didn’t slow down. if anything, you fucked down harder, chasing his release, grinding your clit against the base of him, using his twitching cock to get yourself off. his voice broke, a long strangled groan muffled against your breast as he finally came. warm spurts deep inside you, hips stuttering, hands scrabbling uselessly against the sheets again

you stayed on him. his cock still twitching helplessly inside. he was still sucking softly, more out of instinct, breathing fast through his nose, and you stroked his hair while you rocked your hips, slower now

he groaned as you kept moving slow but deep, rolling your hips to milk every last drop from him, ignoring the way his thighs trembled and his cock twitched violently inside your soaked pussy. the overstimulation was sharp, almost unbearable, but he didn’t tell you to stop. he didn’t want to. he was laying comfortably on the sheets beneath him, chest heaving, watching you ride him

your tits bounced with every grind, and he stared in awe

his breath caught in his throat as your pussy squeezed around his overstimulated cock again, a hiss leaving him “nghh fuck, baby…”

still, he made no move to stop you. instead, his hands rose again, settling at your waist, thumbs rubbing lazy circles into your skin

“so pretty” he breathed, voice hoarse but warm, eyes trailing up your torso “look at these…”

he cupped your breast, slow and gentle now, thumb brushing over the tender peak, watching the way your face twitched when he grazed your nipple just right. his palm was hot and heavy, squeezing just enough to make you moan, and he looked so fucking gone. eyes half lidded, lips parted, flushed cheeks, still riding the high of his orgasm

“bouncing so nice for me” he murmured, thumb flicking your nipple lazily “keep going. fuck- just like that. ride it out…”

his cock throbbed again from the attention, overly sensitive but stiff inside you still, twitching at every clench of your walls, and you could feel the way he pulsed with every deep roll of your hips. his head rolled back slightly, mouth dropping open, a breathless whimper escaping as you ground down and circled your hips

“you feel so good” you groaned, your hands on his chest now “don’t think I can stop.”

he gave a weak laugh that turned into a moan, fingers tightening just slightly on your waist “don’t” he whispered, still watching your tits move “take what you need…”