#Cho sang woo smut

[phoebecatesl0vr]

YALL HE'S GIVING US A DAMN FEAST, WE'RE BEING FED WELL THIS MONTH 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ no one has to know what we do ]❜

ft. cho sang-woo x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ you lay in bed with your dad’s best friend after a night of passion┊1.3k words

contains: slight smut!! dom sang-woo & sub reader┊age gap (reader is early 20s & sang-woo’s early 40s), (adopted) dad’s best friend trope, purposeful seduction, one-night stands, unprotected piv (don’t do anything the reader does, this is fiction & unrealistic, stay safe), creampie, biting, smoking, 

➤ author's note: i was thinking about this man all night, i’m not kidding, i’m doing it again tongiht too because he’s so fine idc if he’s evil, i wanna fuck him not fix him

it’s nearly four in the morning on another cold winter’s night with nothing but a yellow-tinted bedside lamp illuminating the room, completely silent aside from the rustling of the blanket from your movement. you sigh softly and nestle closer to the man lying flat on his back for more of the addicting warmth radiating off his body, your face nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder and your legs entangling with his. he doesn’t pull away like you expected him to, just takes another drag on his cigarette and ignores you for the most part with the weight of the past few hours— the weight of the sins he committed tonight— pressing into his mind.

you, on the other hand, were all soft smiles and feeling content as if you just crossed off an accomplishment on the top of your bucket list. for a situation that could ruin both of your lives if discovered, it certainly feels blissful and freeing to finally fuck the man you’ve been dreaming about almost religiously ever since you came back home from university for the holidays a week ago. you have no idea how you’ve never met him until now when you’ve heard so much about him, but perhaps it was better that way when your thoughts were less than innocent. 

despite being middle-aged, he was still very handsome with intelligent albeit weary eyes which seemed to hide some sort of darkness to them. you found yourself studying him from afar, noticing him not wearing a wedding ring and making no mention of a family other than his mother, so you quickly made up your mind that you were going to fuck him before going back to school. it’s not like you had anything better to do anyway.

it actually didn’t take much to seduce him surprisingly: accidental eye contact filled with longing, lingering touches when you handed him his chilled cheap beer, careful actions and words to play up your sex appeal— it reminded you that most men are the same even if the stoic cho sang-woo was older and prided himself in his cunning mind, starved for affection with wandering eyes that frequently followed beneath the hem of your skirt. he looked at you behind his glasses with distrust and tried to act indifferent towards you in front of gi-hun, probably already suspicious about your intentions, but you could already see him drinking up your appearance in your cute little outfit as he downed another bottle. this little game was one you knew well and you always won in the end, there has yet to be anyone you wanted who couldn’t resist you and he certainly wasn’t going to be the first.

he stayed the night in the guest bedroom because it was already dark out, your former room which was converted after you moved out (sometimes it was rented out for extra cash), and at the strike of midnight, you knocked on the door and presented yourself to him seeking his comfort for an unspecified reason with slightly teary doe eyes. it was clear that you didn’t disturb him from his slumber and that he was already awake, visibly restless, and maybe even stressed. it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what was bothering him so much. he was hesitant to let you in at first, as any good man would, but his resolve crumbled after seeing how beautiful you looked in the dim light (not like it wasn’t already a breeze away from collapsing after the alcohol). it’s surprising what a little silk nightgown can do with the thin straps threatening to slip off your shoulders, the short hem revealing your soft thighs, your perk nipples straining through the thin fabric, and how small and vulnerable you looked shivering in your lack of clothes.

“you shouldn’t be here at this time.”

“are you going to turn me away?”

still, even if it all went according to plan, he’s not in love with you. you don’t think he is anyway. you don’t expect him to be. would you like him to be in love with you? it might put the aching loneliness at ease even if it won’t make it disappear entirely. he’s a man old enough to be your father after all, he’s a man who grew up with your father and considered him to be a close friend. is this how you thank your father for taking you in and sharing what little he had with you? by seducing and sleeping with his best friend? 

in all honestly, though, he certainly fucked like he was in love with you— like you two were the last two souls on this earth. he was a lot more pent up than you anticipated, or a lot more lonely, trusting into you so deeply one would think he was trying to reach your empty heart as you clawed at his back leaving red rivers of scratched skin. you barely even needed any prep for his size with how soaked you were, evident with a wet patch on your underwear which he teased before throwing it to be forgotten on the floor along with all your other clothes. 

it was difficult to keep the sinful sounds of sex to a minimum, skin against skin with moans slipping from your mouth and groans from his. he had to resort to covering your mouth with his large palm to shut you up and bit into your collarbone leaving his mark on you, finally finishing inside of you in his haze before using his fingers to help you reach your orgasm and embarrassing you for once by staring intently at how the mix of your arousals dripped all over his hand.

“when are you leaving for university?”

“why, are you going to miss me when i’m gone?”

“we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“no one has to know what we do,” you giggled, placing a kiss against the corner of his mouth and inhaling the smoke. “i’m old enough to keep a secret.”

those last words made him pause for a second. this was immoral and forbidden. if seong gi-hun were ever to find out, their relationship would be ruined forever and you would be disowned, and he could only imagine the look of betrayal on his face. yet you didn’t seem to care in the least bit about what he would think, gingerly rubbing your thighs together at the feeling of him leaking out of you and touching the area where he bit you. it drew his attention, finally turning to you and admiring the mark sunken into your skin, looking almost proud of it like art on a clean canvas. 

“i don’t want you sleeping with some other stupid boys when you go back.”

“hm, only if you promise that this won’t be the last time and that you also don’t fuck anyone else while i’m gone.”

“you know, i can’t promise that. we were lucky to not get caught this time, but who’s to say there will be a next time?”

“well, then i’ll go back to university and have sex with whoever i want, then you can do the same—”

“oh, shut up,” he scolded, pinching your cheeks to pull you towards him and kissing you possessively as if he could consume you whole by it. you were glad to reciprocate, allowing him to climb back on top of you while your arms wrapped around his neck. “fine, as long as you keep your word.”

he said it like he didn’t really want to continue this, like he was conceding to your demands and was merely tolerating you with better things to do, but the thinly veiled desperate need in his words and actions was clearer than glass to you. not that you minded, it was all working out just how you wanted it to.

[fear-is-truth]

❝ V A C A N C Y ❞ ・── cho sang-woo

◟warnings — dom!sang-woo ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ unprotected p in v ⋆ MDNI 18+

it’s late. the lighting in shitty motel room is dim, the neon glow from the sign outside bleeding through the dusty curtains. the air reeks with the smell of sex, sweat, stale cigarettes and cheap detergent. CHO SANG-WOO has you on your stomach, one big, calloused hand splayed between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed into the mattress. he’s slow tonight. not in a teasing manner—he’s never been that type of man—but to relish the way you clench around him with every measured thrust.

“shh,” he murmurs when you whimper, his hand sliding up to the nape of your neck. he squeezes gently, thumb brushing over your pulse. “keep quiet for me.”

he’s not being mean about it. if anything, his voice is soft, damn near affectionate. but there’s an edge, a quiet authority that makes your stomach flip. he leans in, his chest pressing to your back, lips brushing over the cartilage of your ear.

“the walls are thin. don’t wanna wake anyone, do we?”

you shake your head, but it’s hard to focus when he’s buried so deep inside you, rolling his hips slow and steady, dragging every inch of himself along your walls. he’s so fucking deep it’s making you dizzy. his free hand slides under your body, fingertips tracing the curve of your stomach before dipping between your legs. the touch is gentle, a contrast to the firm grip still holding you down.

“fuck,” he exhales, voice rough, strained. “you feel that?” he presses his palm against your stomach, right over where he’s stretching you open. “so full, huh? taking me so well.”his pace stutters then, something raw breaking through his control. he groans into your skin, lips trailing down your neck, sucking a mark into your shoulder.

“gonna come for me, sweetheart?” his voice is low, coaxing, but there’s a quiet demand underneath the sweetness. “be good and give it to me.”

and when you do—when you shudder beneath him, nails digging into the sheets, walls fluttering around him—he exhales sharply, thrusts turning rougher, more erratic. his hand clamps over your mouth just as he groans against your shoulder, hips grinding deep, burying himself to the hilt as he comes inside you. his breath is hot against your skin, and he stays like that for a moment, pressed against you, cock still nestled deep. then, finally, he exhales, smoothing a hand over your back, thumb rubbing slow circles against your spine.

“good girl,” he mutters, kissing the nape of your neck before pulling the blanket over the both of you.

[pukah]

please do cho sangwoo twt links

cho sang-woo nsfw twitter links

— riding him

— rubbing and teasing your holes

— he found your toy..

— loves the way your pussy feels

— definitely one of his favorite positions

— playing with your pussy

— slamming into you repeatedly

— hungry for his cock

— coating himself with your juices

— fucking your body into the couch

— pushing you into the bed

— making you cum over and over again

— riding his face

— loves the way your tits feel

— netflix and chill

— car sex in the front seat

[forchosangwoo]

— relationship w cho sangwoo ☆ sfw + nsfw headcannons

warnings : mdni, nsfw notes : first time writing headcannons on this account! hope yall like it and that no one thinks its really bad TT feel free to leave feedback <3 this is written with a female reader in mind but all genders are welcome!!

SFW . . . !

he'd love to take you to expensive or nice restaurants on his day offs.

he'd give you lots of gifts rather than words of affection since he has trouble expressing his feelings to anyone.

he'd would cuddle you after he finishes his work. he'd kiss your forehead and run his hands through his hair as you drift to sleep.

if you were cooking something for dinner, he'd come and help you.

he'd love to hold your hand or waist in public, making sure everyone knows you're his.

when someone else starts flirting with you, he'd get super jealous. he'd give them a glare and pull you closer to himself.

if he's away from home, he'd send you "good morning" and "good night" texts to you everyday.

he'd be the bigger spoon when cuddling in bed.

he'd have a picture of you in his wallet and on his phone wallpaper. he'd smile every time he sees it.

he trusts you a lot and would slowly start opening up to you about his problems but would still be careful to not burden you.

he would love to listen to your yapping.

he'd always let you pick a movie to watch together and he'd end up watching you instead of the movie.

he'd ask you questions about your interests just so he could hear you talk more. he finds it cute.

when you compliment him, he smile to himself and defend himself humbly. however, eventually he would give in and start teasing you back.

he'd love to shower with you together and help wash your hair.

NSFW . . . !

he'd give you LOTS of praise but mostly "good girl".

he definitely prefers being dom but would try out being sub if you wanted him to since he loves you.

he'd start soft and gentle but then start becoming rougher and rougher until you begin to cry out.

he'd love hearing you being vocal and reacting to his touch.

he'd make sure not to overstimulate you and be careful to not cause you any pain.

he'd collapse on top of you as he cums onto your stomach and kisses your neck.

he'd prefer to receive oral since he loves playing with your hair as you pleasure him, although of course he also loves to eat you out and pleasure you too.

he'd give the BEST after care. every time he'd make sure to clean you and everything up and shower you with love. he'd whisper sweet and affectionate words to you before falling asleep while holding each other close.

Thank you so much for reading! More coming soon . . ?

[insidekatmind]

Work call~Cho Sang-woo

Wearning: +18,smut,age gap

Request: yes!

It was a quiet evening, and the atmosphere in your apartment was peaceful. Sang Woo was sitting on the couch, his phone pressed to his ear as he spoke in a calm and confident tone. He wore a slightly unbuttoned white shirt and dark pants, always looking effortlessly put together, even when focused on work.

You, on the other hand, were feeling a little bored and craving his attention. With a playful smile, you slid onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He shot you a warning glance, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

“Mm? Hold on a second.” He said to the person on the other end of the call, trying to stay focused as your fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt.

Feigning innocence, you rested your head on his shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent. He let out a soft sigh, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with one hand while keeping his phone in the other.

“Yes, as I was saying, we should be able to close the deal by the end of the week.” His voice remained professional, but the subtle tension in his arms betrayed the fact that he was fully aware of your presence.

Unable to resist, you pressed a light kiss to his jawline. You felt him tense for a split second before his eyes met yours with a spark of challenge.

“Give me a moment.” He murmured into the phone before lowering it slightly. Then, in one swift but controlled motion, he pulled you even closer, his warm breath teasing your ear.

“You do realize what you’re doing, don’t you?” He whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You smiled innocently. “Me? Nothing.”

He shook his head, returning to his call, but his hand trailed down your back, holding you firmly against him. It was a silent game between the two of you, a delicate balance between work and temptation.

You get up from him to unbutton his pants and to pull down his boxers.Sang Woo's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his conversation momentarily forgotten. He quickly composed himself, his years of experience allowing him to maintain his composure even as your unexpected actions sent a jolt of arousal through him.

“Continue.” He spoke into the phone, his voice betraying no hint of the tension that was building within him.

You knelt in front of him, your eyes locking with his. His grip on the phone tightened as your fingers traced the contour of his muscular thighs. You could tell he was doing his best to maintain his focus on the call, but his eyes were darkened with desire.You smiled and licked a strip of his cock when he was talking.His words caught in his throat, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he fought to keep his composure. His free hand instinctively gripped the edge of the couch, his knuckles turning white.

"That's..." He cleared his throat, trying to regain control of the situation. "Yes, that sounds like a reasonable proposal."

His usually sharp mind was clouded with a haze of arousal, his voice strained. He glanced down at you, his eyes narrowing in a silent warning and promise at the same time.You give him a sly smile and stand up while stripping in front of his eyes. His eyes trailed over your body, his gaze heated and filled with a fierce hunger that bordered on possessive. Despite his best efforts to keep his focus on the call, his gaze kept flickering back to you, roaming over your curves.

He shifted on the couch, his thighs tensing as he fought the urge to stand up and claim what was his. His hand gripped the phone so tightly that his knuckles were practically shaking.

"Can you give me a moment?" He managed to say into the phone, his voice tinged with the edge of control slipping.You could see the struggle in his eyes as he attempted to juggle the call with the growing desire that was coursing through him. But he managed to keep his voice steady and his tone professional, betraying nothing of the internal war he was fighting.

"I apologize for the interruption. There's a small issue I need to take care of...Yes, I'll hold."

He placed the call on hold before finally setting the phone down on the couch beside him. His eyes tracked your movements, burning with a mix of desire and dominance."Come here." He said, his voice low and commanding.

You obeyed, slowly closing the distance between you and him. His gaze never left your body as you sauntered towards him, a confident sway to your hips.

Once you were close enough, he reached out and pulled you onto his lap, his hand settling possessively on the small of your back. His other hand toyed with a lock of your hair, his eyes roaming over your face with a calculated intensity.His touch was possessive but gentle, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he reeled you closer. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, his voice a soft growl.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me."

He pressed his lips to a sensitive spot on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin lightly, sending a delicious shiver up your spine.You moan softly and grind against his cock without letting him enter you. He stifled a moan, his grip on you tightening. You could feel the tension coiled in his body, his muscles coiled tightly as he fought to keep control.

"You're playing with fire, princess" he warned, his words a delicious threat.

His gaze was dark, a mix of desire and irritation. He was trying to maintain his composure, to keep his control. But every subtle movement, every little moan, tore at his restraint, weakening it bit by bit.

Sang woo pats your ass and enters you. "Now be a good girl for daddy and warm up my cock while I finish this call." Sang woo orders and you nod. His words sent a ripple of anticipation through you, your body instantly responding to the commanding tone in his voice.

"Yes, daddy." You replied, your voice soft and obedient.

He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before nodding and picking up his phone. He unmuted the call, seamlessly resuming the conversation as if nothing had happened. On the other end, the person on the phone was completely oblivious to the sensual scene unfolding on sang woo's end.His eyes locked with yours as he spoke into the phone, his voice composed and steady.

"We'll need to schedule a follow-up meeting to discuss the finer details, but I think we have the basics...Yes, I'm confident we can work out a win-win situation for both parties."

He kept his hand on your hip, his touch firm and possessive.

"In the meantime, I'll have my associate send over some paperwork for you to review...Yes, thank you. We'll touch base soon."In the meantime, you closed your eyes as you felt his cock pulsating inside you and you had to hold on to all your strength to not moan and move and ride him. Sang woo could feel the tension building within you, your body trembling with the effort to remain still and quiet. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, his own control starting to fray as well.

He continued his conversation on the phone, trying to maintain the illusion of normalcy. "Of course, feel free to reach out to me or my team with any questions. We're here to find the best solution for your business needs."

He kept his hands possessively on your body, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fought to keep his own desire under control.While Sang woo was talking on the phone he pinched your nipples and you let out a little moan. His gaze flicked to you, his eyes narrowing in warning. "Quiet." He said gruffly, a hint of challenge in his voice. Then, he continued his conversation on the phone as if nothing had happened. But you could see the barely concealed smirk that played on his lips.

He continued to speak calmly, his words even, but every now and then, he would tease your sensitive spots, making you arch your back or let out a stifled gasp.

The call went on, Sang Woo's voice professional and businesslike, his actions anything but.

The heat of it all and the fullness of his cock filling you is just heavenly. You whimper and lean against him, putting your head in the crook of his neck, trying not to move your hips. Sang Woo's breath hitched, but he managed to maintain his composure, his voice staying steady as he responded to the person on the phone.

"Of course, I understand your concerns. We can certainly address those in more detail during our next meeting."

He pressed a gentle but firm hand on your hip, a tacit reminder to stay still.

"In the meantime, I'll follow up with our legal team to get an update on the contract status...No, thank you. I look forward to hearing from you as well."

As Sang Woo wrapped up the call, he finally set the phone down on the couch, shutting it off with a soft click. Then, he turned his attention fully to you, his gaze dark with desire and possession.

He wrapped his arms around you, his touch possessive as he pulled you flush against him. "You did so well, princess." He murmured, his lips brushing against your neck. "Such a good girl for daddy."

"Can I ride you now?" You whimpered in need. He chuckled, his grip on your hip tightening. "You're such an impatient little princess, aren't you?"

He leaned back against the couch, his eyes roaming over your body. "Is that what you want? To ride me like a good girl?"

There was a hint of teasing in his voice, but there was also an undercurrent of possessiveness, a reminder that everything he did was on his terms. He slid his hand down your waist, his touch firm and confident. He was still in control, his dominant nature never straying far. But there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of your obedience.You nod and pull him into a kiss as you start to ride him but Sang woo stops your hips holding you still making you whimper. He grins, his eyes dark and filled with a possessive lust. "Not yet, princess." He leans in, his lips close to your ear, his voice a taunting whisper."Remember, I'm in charge here."

You moan as you feel his cock throbbing in your pussy.He chuckled, the sound low and possessive. "You're so eager, princess. So desperate for me."He runs a hand up your back, his fingers trailing along your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "But you'll have to be patient. I'm not done playing with you yet."

"Please daddy" you whimpered and Sang woo chuckled. "After princess, for now you will continue to warm up my cock. I have more work calls to make" he replied caressing your ass.

You let out a frustrated moan, your body trembling with anticipation. His words were a mixture of command and control, a reminder of who was in charge.

Sang Woo leaned back on the couch again, his gaze on you, possessive and dark. He picked up the phone and made a call, his voice cool and professional as if nothing was happening.

"Yes, this is Sang Woo. I'm calling to follow up on the progress of the merger."

For now you could only enjoy his cock inside your pussy and you were surely waiting anxiously for the call to end.

[whitefeathers]

literally if you write ANYTHING for squid games i’ll read it, there’s not enough fics for any of the characters (aside from player 067 lol but still) 💔

ILY real af there needs to be more

I’m just struggling w ideas that haven’t already been done 😩 lots of thoughts abt messy SLOPPY sex with sang woo in the squid game toilets tho…

Tags: minors do not interact. Legal age gap, daddy issues, sang woo refers to himself as old enough to be your dad & calls you little girl (but you’re 20+), rough bathroom floor sex, Sang woo probably ooc bc he’s evil but a little bit soft for you, IDK MANNN this isn’t my best work I wrote it in 10 mins

You’re folded over and pinned to the floor, Sang Woo’s jacket the only thing protecting you from the dirty floor of the men’s bathroom. He’s a gentleman - in some ways, at least. Definitely not in the way he fucks you.

Sang Woo is rough. He’s strong and tall and powerful, moving his cock almost out of you before slamming back home in a quick thrust, so deep you’re sure he has to be in your guts.

He has your cunt dripping, your pussy slick and warm as he forces your insides open around his cock.

“Hear that, little girl?”

“H-huh?” Your eyes flutter open, staring up at him, dazed. You fight hard for them to not roll back as he continues to pound you into the floor, exactly the way your poor pussy (and daddy issues) crave.

“That sound. You’re soaked,” you listen to the plap, plap, plap of his thrusts, and whine in embarrassment. Fight or flight is gone. The fear of the games is gone. All that you are is his, brainless and drooling on his cock. It strokes something inside Sang Woo. Your vulnerability, your trust, his capability to have you a mess. He wants to drive you further into this headspace until you’re crawling after him to protect you.

“All this over a man old enough to be your dad. You’re messed up, sweetie,”he looks relaxed, other than the slight sheen of sweat on his chest and arms, barely exerting himself as he fucks you into oblivion. It’s so hot that he’s this experienced and physically fixed that you clench, and Sang Woo laughs at you, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he continues to fuck you. You nuzzle into it, closing your eyes and feeling.

“So vulnerable. I’ve got you,” he drives his point home by slowing his thrusts but making them impossibly deeper, letting you feel the slow drag of his length in your little cunt as he stuffs you to the hilt.

“Going to make it out of these games together. Going to spoil you, little love.” He doesn’t know if he’s lying or not. He thinks he is - but the sight of you sprawled out has his heart and cock thinking stupid things, stupid things like betraying his greed, his morals, his need to be the best.

In this moment, that doesn’t matter. All that matters is you.

[marianasbored]

Pervy Gi-hun or sangwoo p!links please 😔

OFC I GOT YOU :3

I need them both 🙏 and Ik they’re both absolute freaks 🤤

Pervy! Gi-Hun and Sang-woo links !!

୭ 🎬 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎱ྀིྀི

Pervy Gi-hun links !! :

-He made you send him a video >.<

-can’t keep his hands off what’s his…!!

-He wouldn’t let you put on any panties :(

-playing with his toy >.<

Pervy Sang-woo links !! :

-Making you sit on it :3

-He’s obsessed with your body >.<

-He just wants to get you horny so you guys can leave :(

-You’re so pretty he loves humiliating you >.<

[voxslays]

ART DECO — CHO SANG-WOO

^ྀི Absolutely loves your voice, especially if you have a non-Korean accent. He will ask you about your day, just so you will rant and he can hear your voice for hours on end.

^ྀི On his rare days off, Sang-woo would take you the fanciest five star restaurants in all of Seoul. He would order whatever you want—Hell, he’d order the whole menu if you asked. Only the best for his girl.

^ྀི Definitely the type to want to move in together. After about a year of dating, he knows he wants to marry you. So when he finally convinces you to move in with him, he buys a fancy penthouse that you can share together.

^ྀི I’d like to think he’s a little more traditional than most men. Sang-Woo is the type to keep your picture in his wallet at all times. Maybe he even pulls it out and stares at your beautiful features when he’s bored.

^ྀི Gift-giving and acts of service are his love languages. Sang-woo isn’t always the best at expressing his feelings and emotions, although it is admittedly easier with you around—nor is he experienced in giving words of affirmation. But, through his gifts and actions, you can tell he cares.

A request for @jalicecookie

[cathers-world]

Pov Dating The Salesman

[wednezdvy]

Cho Sang-Woo twt links

he loves your pussy so much

he had a tough day at work :(

you both had a glass of wine with lunch

he couldn’t help himself

getting drunk on his big cock

treating you on your day off

making you squirt on his fingers

he begged to spank your ass and your cute cunt

[burningembers91]

Birthday Girl - Cho Sang-Woo x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Follow up piece to:

Biggest Regret

What Makes You Happy

Not Like You

Synopsis: it’s your birthday, but everything about the day reminds you of the man who left you. When he shows up to your party, emotions reach boiling point.

It was your birthday today. You’d always loved your special day, and Cho Sang-Woo had always enjoyed spoiling you when it came around. He remembered your last birthday together; he was up to his neck in debt but he still wanted you to have the best day. He bought you a bouquet of flowers and a necklace from a boutique that you liked. He cooked for you because he couldn’t afford to take you out, and then he made love to you in the bed you’d shared, his tongue tracing circles over your clit as you fell apart for him again and again.

He thought about that day a lot. Thought about how beautiful you’d looked, how sweet you’d sounded as he drew your pleasure from you in shuddering moans. He wondered what you’d be doing today, whether Jason would be taking you out. He hadn’t seen you since you’d kissed him, since he’d rejected you yet again and walked away. It had broken his heart to do it, and for a while he’d seriously wondered what the point was in continuing life. He couldn’t face this world without you; he’d been nothing but a shell for the last two years. You had been everything to him, you still were, and he’d walked away from you.

He’d overheard his mum saying you were planning on going out tonight. She’d seen you around a few times, and couldn’t resist meddling. You were both so unhappy, the light faded from your eyes, and it broke her heart. You and her son were meant to be together, but you were both too stubborn to realise it.

“I heard she’s headed to that bar she likes. What’s it called again? Glow, or something like that?”

Sang-Woo had spent many a night in there with you, drinking cocktails and dancing. He hated dancing, hated it with a fiery burning passion but you made it seem more bearable. When money had been good, he’d buy your friends the most expensive champagne, toasting to you. He’d give anything to be back on that dance floor with you, just one more time.

You weren’t looking forward to your birthday this year. Your meeting with Sang-Woo had broken you, and you’d spent the last few weeks being an absolute bitch. You were a bitch to Jason, a bitch to your friends, and a bitch to your colleagues. He’d rejected you again and it had hurt more than the first time had. You and Jason were constantly fighting, screaming matches that lasted into the early hours of the morning. You weren’t happy with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let him go. It was selfish of you, but you were scared to be on your own.

Despite your less than stellar attitude, your friends were determined to take you out. You hadn’t told them about Sang-Woo because you knew exactly what they’d say, but not being able to tell anyone was killing you. They were taking you to Glow, the place you’d used to love so much. But now it held nothing but heartache for you, full of memories of you and Sang-Woo.

But you forced yourself to get ready, applying your makeup while you downed half a bottle of wine. Jason was coming too, persuaded by your friends. He knew the relationship was ending, but like you, he didn’t want to be alone.

You drank more than you should have that night, you and Jason getting into yet another screaming match. Your friends didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to help. They hadn’t seen you like this since you’d been left at the altar and they didn’t know how to help you.

Sang-Woo was sitting outside the club, a cigarette perched between his lips. He didn’t know why he was here, but it was like his feet automatically guided him to you. He was trying to get up the courage to go in, to see if he could find you. He didn’t know exactly what he’d say, but he couldn’t seem to leave you alone. It was torture, the self-inflicted kind that ripped at his soul, tearing him in two. He’d left you twice, and yet he was unable to stay away.

You stormed out of the front doors, tears streaming down your face. You were so angry, so upset and the fact you couldn’t tell anyone was killing you. You felt like you were about to implode, the weight of your emotions suffocating you. You’d left your friends and you boyfriend staring dumbstruck after you, watching you stagger off the dance floor. The song you always danced to with Sang-Woo had started playing, and that had been the final straw.

He saw you exit the club, saw you tumble down the stone steps. He ran forward, hoisting you to your feet, his eyes full of concern.

“What are you doing here?” You cried, “can’t you just leave me alone?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I just… my mum told me where you were and I… I couldn’t help myself.” He took in your tear streaked face, your makeup smudged and your hair out of place. Had he done this to you?

“What do you want from me?” You sighed, sitting down on the pavement and reaching up for a drag of his cigarette. You hated smoking, but tonight you just needed something to take the edge off and alcohol alone wasn’t cutting it.

“I want you,” he whispered, “but I’m so scared. I can’t give you what you need. I’ll never be able to own a house, or have nice cars, or even go on vacation. That’s not the kind of person you want to be with.”

“How many times do I have to tell you?” You cried, throwing your hands up in the air. “I don’t care about money, or nice cars, or having a big home. All I ever wanted was you. But you always assumed you had to provide me with this life of luxury. I never wanted that.”

You sat staring at each other, the base from the club reverberating through your chest. Even when you cried, you looked so beautiful, and Sang-Woo couldn’t resist.

His lips were on yours in an instant, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as you clung to each other. You tasted like tequila, your tears soaking his cheeks as your fingers gripped his hair.

“Come home with me,” you whispered. “Please.”

Jason didn’t live with you, and after tonight you were pretty sure your relationship was done. But in that moment, you didn’t care; you only wanted Sang-Woo, and in the safety of your apartment, you didn’t need to hide the desperation you felt for him. You didn’t need to worry about being caught.

You hailed a taxi, your lips on each other as soon as you were seated. You tore his jacket from his shoulders, his hands snaking over your thighs and under your mini dress. He could feel the lace of your underwear against the tips of his fingers, could hear you moaning in his ear as he teased you through the delicate fabric.

It took you an age to open the front door, your fingers fumbling with the codes as Sang-Woo kissed your lips, jawline and neck. You were seeing stars, so overwhelmed by the feel of his skin on yours that you couldn’t concentrate.

Stumbling into your apartment, you began removing his shirt, your fingers shaky as you undid the buttons. You gave up three buttons in, ripping his shirt open instead. He was still toned, his muscles still as taut you remembered. You ran your fingers tips over his skin, tracing each line of toned muscle.

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered, pulling his shirt down over him arms before discarding it in a heap on the floor.

“I’ve missed you too,” his whispered, his arms snaking round your waist, his fingers searching for the zip of your dress. “I’ve missed you so much.”

He removed the chiffon fabric from your body, admiring your curves with awe. You’d somehow become even more beautiful since he’d last seen you naked, your delicate skin so soft to the touch. Your black lace underwear was all that remained, and he could see you tremble as he hooked his forefingers over the top of the fabric, pulling them down.

He sank to his knees before you, his tongue tracing patters through your slick folds. Your hands clung to his hair for support, hooking one knee over his shoulder to grant him better access to your tight, wet core. You were shaking, your moans falling in breathy gasps as he slid his fingers inside of you.

“I need more,” you begged, desperate to feel himself inside of you. His tongue, his fingers weren’t enough. You needed all of him.

Sang-Woo picked you up, making his way to your bed before placing you gently down on the mattress.

“I know you need more.” He soothed, trailing his fingers up the soft skin of your inner thighs. “But I need to show you how much I missed you.”

He buried himself between your thighs, his tongue pressing powerful strokes against your clit. You could hear him moan as he tasted you, could feel his urgency in the way his fingers slid in and out of your tight core. He’d always been able to make you feel pleasure beyond anything you’d ever known. You could feel the fire in your belly burn, could feel the wave of ecstasy building. Your legs shook, your hands grasping your silk sheets as you fell apart for him.

Your moans were fucking heavenly, so loud and unabashed as you shook with the intensity of your orgasm.

“Now you can have all of me,” he growled, pulling his pants off before lining himself up against you.

“I need you to fuck me hard,” you whispered. “Don’t hold back.”

The force with which he entered you was on the precipice of pleasure and pain. He stretched you out so deliciously, your moans swallowed as his mouth met yours. He thrust into you hard and fast, the mattress squeaking as you moved together.

It was like you’d never been apart, your bodies so in sync. His teeth grazed your lower lip, his hands braced against your pillow and headboard as he fucked into you again and again.

He could feel himself about to lose control, the edges of his vision blurring as he neared the edge.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling you into him as he spilled himself inside of you. You could feel him tremble through the sheer force of his release, could hear his whimpers of pleasure as he made sure you took every last drop of him.

You stay entwined together on your sheets, your lips against his as you waited for your heart rates to return to normal. Sang-Woo couldn’t believe he’d ever left you, couldn’t believe he’d walked away from the woman who brought him so much pleasure.

“Stay with me,” you whispered, pushing yourself further into his body, your head nestled on his chest.

“Always,” he promised you. “I’ll never leave you again, I swear.”

This thing between was you was messy and imperfect. Sang-Woo had a lot of making up to do, a lot of atoning for his sins that had to be done. The road wouldn’t be easy, but you were worth fighting for.

You were made for each other. He only regretted it had taken him so long to realise that nothing could keep you apart.

[ellfucksup]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Stress Reliever

Cho Sang Woo x Reader

Request - anonymous

Synopsis - Sang Woo having a long day at work appears at your door.

Warnings - MDNI, Smut, dom!sangwoo, p in v, idk what other warnings to give usual sex stuff I guess.

After your much-needed stroll through the neighborhood, hands full of unnecessary food you had randomly bought from the corner shop, you stop just before reaching your apartment.

There, sitting on your stairs, is Cho Sang-Woo, his head resting against your door, a cigarette held loosely in his right hand. He hasn’t noticed you yet. You take the opportunity to observe him. He looks annoyed… stressed? Whatever it is, it doesn’t seem positive.

Walking up to him, “Sang-Woo? Are you okay?”

He doesn’t respond but stands up, waiting for you to open the door. You do so quietly, clearly not wanting to provoke his already bad temper. He follows behind you as you walk up the stairs.

Once inside, he grabs your groceries and sets them down for you—roughly.

Raising a brow, you turn and start taking your jacket off. While your back is turned, you ask, “You going to speak to me, or just brood?”

“Stop talking. I’m not in the mood for a conversation,” he mutters.

Turning around, ready to make a snarky comment about him arriving at your house uninvited.

You're immediately pinned up against the wall, his mouth on yours, tasting of cigarettes and coffee. You try your hardest to refrain from moaning into the kiss. Squirming, trying to get out of his grip to lay into him for being a dick, quickly you feel him through his jeans, heat starts coursing through you and building in your stomach rapidly.

“Stop squirming and be quiet. I’ve had a rough day, and I’m using you to feel better, okay, baby? Can you do that for me?” he groans, grinding into you.

“Use your words, darling,” he says again.

Your cheeks heat up as you stutter slightly. “Yes,” you whisper as he starts kissing and nipping up your neck.

“Good girl, that’s what I thought,” he growls, spinning you around and pinning you to the wall. He quickly pulls up your skirt and your panties down.

“Look at you, enjoying this—and to think you were gonna tell me off,” he grumbles into your ear.

Before you can say anything more, he plunges into you, without warning. Putting his fingers in your mouth keeping your moans muffled, almost gagging you. “Fuck, this is exactly what I needed” he groans loudly.

He starts picking up the pace, working your hole. You can already feel yourself clenching around him—the pace he’s setting is brutal, almost too much. Tears stream down your face as you’re fucked into a state of bliss.

“Look at you, crying. Such a pretty sight,” you hear him smirk.

All sense of dignity leaves you, only turning you on more.

“Please, Sangwoo,” you plead, needing him to touch you more.

“Only because you’re taking it so well,” he says, moving his hand down circling your clit. The heat curling in your belly making you feel dizzy.

“So good for me, clenching so hard,” he moans loudly.

Your apartment is full of explicit sounds. Normally, you would care or worry about your roommate overhearing, but you just can’t bring yourself to.

You start to feel his breaths stagger and his rhythm become sloppier. He works your clit so well, making your vision almost darken from how hard you cum.

Leaning against the wall, trying to keep yourself up, you hear him cum behind you.

You're both there, panting, trying to catch each other's breaths.

Standing there for a few seconds, he turns and kisses your temple before pulling out of you and tucking himself back in.

Turning around, you find him looking far chirpier, a smirk on his face.

Just as you pull your trousers up, the door unlocks, and your roommate walks in. Poor Gi-hun. You’re both dressed, but judging by how disheveled and out of breath you are, he quickly gathers what happened.

He makes a face. “Gross. Not in the kitchen, please.”

[phoebecatesl0vr]

[pukah]

til my asshole is sagging to my ankles, til my face looks like a glazed donut, til i cant feel my toes, til jung-bae emerges from the ground, til jun-ho finally finds that island, til my knees are numb, til people stop hating on dae-ho for having a normal PTSD panic attack, til my crack is bitten off, til my pussy looks like the mona lisa, til george washington becomes president again, til my boobs look like deflated whoopy cushions, til the room smells like funk-a-runk, til i see all the players in squid game take a shower, til steve lacy comes out with an album, til people stop saying min-su’s a vip, til people realize that sang-woo was the smartest one in there, til gi-hun reunites with his daughter, til sae-byeok moves to jeju island with her mom and her brother, til the walls are broken, til the bed is on life support, til deok-su has a bigger dick, til ali has a normal looking hand, til gi-hun gets his sexy hot mullet back, til cum erupts from my bootyhole like a volcano, til the games finally stop, and til i shit out diamonds.

#no take backsies

[forchosangwoo]

— about me

" . . . I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues . . . "

hi! im forchosangwoo but feel free to call me miyoung! im an infp and born in '06. im korean-canadian and my current obsession is squid game <33

ill do a lot of different things w this account!!

ill write for squid game's sangwoo mostly but also other characters from season 1 and 2 <3 feel free to leave requests!

will do : fluff, angst, smut, requests, headcannons, etc

will not do : character ships (only x reader sorry TT), anything to do with pee, incest, illegal age gaps, etc

i'll probably also write for hwang in-ho (001 / the frontman), hwang jun-ho, the recruiter, and maybe lee myung-gi (333)

ill also post shitposts, moodboards, icons etcc!!

thank you and bye bye xx