Squid Games Hot Guy Novels & Stories

She works me without mercy, her knuckles rubbing against my sensitive spot. — You're so tight, little one. So hot. Are you going to come like this, standing in the entryway, like the little slut you are? I shake my head but my body says yes. I'm about to explode... — Enough. The voice cracks like thunder. Isadora withdraws her fingers. I stagger. She licks them slowly, savoring. I look up. Kael. At the top of a spiral staircase. Perfect black suit. High cheekbones. Square jaw. And those eyes, pale blue almost white. Ice. Death.

He had to think of something quickly. "SUGA!" he said quickly without any hesitation as it was his name when he used to play basketball in highschool. He's a pro at playing that game. ................ She let the cold water to fall on her body and she rubbed her body so harshly that her skin became red due to the harshness. Even though she tried hard to get rid off the disgusting feeling of their hands all over her body, she couldn't erase them. What would have happened to her if they both didn't show up? I would have been dead. She thought hugging her body tightly and let her tears wash away.

I am internally crying right now. He is so good. He saved me and didn’t even case on me for faking. I might well start worshiping him. God, why you made such a hot piece gay? Hotty throws his suit on the couch and walks closer to me, invading my personal space. I am surprisingly taken aback by his sudden closeness. "So, you don't have a dick?" He asks flirtatiously as he smiles wide, his eyebrows are above dancing in a teasing way. What the hell is wrong with this guy?

Some hot, breathtaking guys sat back with drinks in their hands, with a few girls on their laps, making out, while a couple didn’t even bother looking ashamed, as his hand was up in his girl's skirt, her legs spread across his lap as he fingered her right there. Her soft moans filled the lounge but were covered by the music. I froze, swallowing, while my whole body remained stiff. My eyes moved to the side landing on another guy who seemed to be wearing something entirely different from the rest of the guys. Fuck. Here I was thinking Mr. Blackwood was hot. This guy was... ten times hotter. I mean a younger version, like Mr. Blackwood if you added every beautiful sin included and every tempta

The boys whooped. Jayden leaned forward, grinning evilly. “Alright, new guy. Dare: kiss the hottest person in the room. Full ten seconds. No pecks.” My stomach dropped. The room went quiet—anticipation thick. I looked around—slowly, deliberately. Jayden. Dreadlocks. The other guy whose name I forgot. Luca. My eyes landed on Luca. He was already watching me—green eyes dark, lips parted, small smirk like he knew exactly where this was going.

“If no one comes out soon, just go inside. I don’t care if he’s fifty and bald. As long as he’s got working swimmers.” “What?! He could be a creepy old man with five kids!” “At least he’ll get the job done!” she cackled. “You’re mad. I said I want a hot guy!” She rolled her eyes. “Girl, you’re already hot enough. Your genes can do the heavy lifting.” I sighed, looking away, and that’s when I saw him. Tall and well built. He was wearing a black shirt, sleeves rolled just enough. His jawline could cut glass. His walk? Confidence. His vibe? Dangerous.

"Of course, it does. What do guys like Noah Flynn from Kissing Booth, Cole Velasquez from Love in Spring, and Kian Davies from I Bet on You all have in common?" "Stupid smirks?" I offered, but he just shook his head, chuckling as though I was the weird one among us who asked such a question in the first place. "So, what is it then?" I asked, nearing my wits end. But nothing could have prepared me for his reply. "Leather jackets." "SpongeBob," I started with a half-smile. "You're so dead!" I screeched. Before he could catch my meaning, he'd already become the target for my purse.

Then when he took off his sweater, my mouth couldn't stay closed. "Holy Lord of hotness," I heard Star murmur. You got that right, sister. The body Jiro was hiding was something I couldn't believe. Jesus Christ, his body was hot, hot freaking hot. As hot as Zyaire's, hotter than Zayne's. Freckled, but what the hell! And this guy is single!

“Hi! I’m Reggie. I’m the maknae and, no doubt, the cutest member of DMG. Even though I’m the youngest, my hyungs should stop asking me to cook kimchi-bokkuem because I can’t. I can’t even cook eggs.” “You can cook ramyeon,” Cyber jumps in. “Oh, right! I can cook ramyeon. Also, I’m into soccer and I’m prolly the biggest Ronaldo fan.” “Hello! I’m Neo. I compose EDM and I like computer games too. I’m (almost) unbeatable on StarCraft. Even though I’m not the maknae, I’m the one who cooks a big pan of kimchi-bokkeum for the group’s secret late-night snacks.”

I giggled. Putting her on speaker again, I went to Mythinder and took a screenshot of his profile. The profile picture is of him in a fitted white button up and his hair is styled nice. On his page, you can see a picture of him with his dog and another of him shirtless. And my goddess, it’s definitely hard to breathe when you’re looking at that one. He’s got a firm chest and a thin torso. He’s playing soccer in another one with very short shorts. You just want to lick the sweat dripping down his thigh muscles. I sent the screenshot to her and she was quiet as she clicked on it. “Holy shit he’s hot,” she groaned.