#cho sang woo fanfic

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ squid game masterlist ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ hwang in-ho, cho sang-woo, seong gi-hun, park gyeong-seok, hwang jun-ho, lee myung-gi, kang dae-ho

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ hwang in-ho. ੈ♡˳

playing dangerous.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ cho sang-woo. ੈ♡˳

tba.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ seong gi-hun. ੈ♡˳

tba.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ park gyeong-seok. ੈ♡˳

tba.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ hwang jun-ho. ੈ♡˳

tba.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ lee myung-gi. ੈ♡˳

tba.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ kang dae-ho. ੈ♡˳

tba.

[ahsxual]

Hi! Your writing is wonderful, and I wanted to wish you the best of luck on your exams in advance 🥰 could you imagine the stoic Sang-woo proposing to his girlfriend? Idk the idea of him being in a relationship and coming to terms with his emotions fascinates me. Thanks!

Sweet Proposal

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,2k

A/N: Awww thank you, dear anon! I truly appreciate your kind words, it means the world to me 🥺💓 I have to say that I agree with you and I absolutely loved your idea for this request! I hope you enjoy my writing and I wish you the best <33 I wrote this request a long time ago and never posted it idk why, but here goes (my apologies🥺)

You and Sang-woo have been dating a few years now: you met him through his mother, the woman who you visited everytime you passed by her store and who you always bought something fresh to eat. Her products were of great quality, besides the fact that she was the kindest woman you have ever met in your entire life. She treated you like her own daughter/son, and since you lived by yourself in south korea, you really appreciated having someone who you could count on. Whenever you had a bad day, you would tell her and she would help you by giving you the best advices from her life experience, so your relationship was pretty close. Until one day, her son visited her, and that's when you met the love of your life.

"Good morning, miss Cho!" you greeted your second mother as you liked to call her, only for her to turn to you with the biggest smile and bright eyes on her face, as always. However, this time she had company.

"Oh, my sweet Y/N! Come here sweetie, please let me introduce you my wonderful son, Cho Sang-woo!" she seemed so excited, in contrast to her son who seemed pretty serious and uncomfortable with the all situation.

"Hey." he simply said with a low, yet neutral tone, making you realize that he was quite the opposite from his mother: she shined even in the darkest days, while he somehow brings darkness wherever he goes to. But the fact that he had such a hard personality to deal with and understand, instead of pushing you away, only made you even more curious about that mysterious man. Besides the fact that he is incredibly handsome, but that's another story.

"Hey there! I'm L/N Y/N, nice to meet you." you put your hand in front of him so you wouldn't be just standing there looking awkwardly at each other. He looked at it for a second, before taking it and shaking it gently, like he was afraid to break your way smaller hand.

"I'm so happy you finally met my son! I'm sure you two will get along just perfectly!" her joy was contagious, yet her own son didn't seem to let his mother's charm get him. You heard her talking about her amazing son so many times, saying how he was a kind man, and extremely intelligent and responsible. Yet, here he is, looking like his life was a complete chaos.

"Yeah, I'm sure we will." you answered shyly, only for him to look at you with a surprised expression. You simply smiled at him, making him blush slightly at your cuteness.

Now you are in the bed with your soulmate by your side, watching him sleep peacefully: who would have known you two would get here? Together?? You didn't know the right answer for that as well, but the truth is that life can really surprise you.

You were Sang-woo’s first love: the only person who stood with him no matter how many problems he had, both professionally and psychologically. You would never give up on him, and that's what made him realize you were the love of his life, the soulmate he was unconsciously looking for so desperately. No one would ever guessed, but one of Sang-woo’s main goals in his life is creating a family who loved and supported him until the end, to feel the happiness and comfort of waking up every day next to his significant other. However, before meeting you, his problem was that he never had the patience or motivation to find love or to continue to please his possible partner until they fell for him. No, he wanted to focus on his professional career first, the rest just being mere details. What made him fall for you, was your dedication to be with him and build a promising life by his side, supporting him and helping him whenever he needed: you were also the first and only person who he told about his fears, insecurities and feelings about certain topics, but only after a few, long months of building trust and courage. And you did the same: you considered him your best friend, because he always helped you with the most racional advices, which were the best in your opinion.

After a few minutes of analyzing lovingly every feature that you knew so well of your loved one, you noticed him moving slightly and groaning from waking up from his precious sleep.

"Good morning, tough guy." you joked, only to receive a confused expression from him just before he rolled his reddish eyes and laugh at the nickname.

"Good morning, babe." his voice was so deep that it made you have inappropriate thoughts, however you knew he was too tired for it right now. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I actually did. As for you, I think I don't even have to ask." you laughed at his still sleepy state, before putting your legs over him and hug his long torso. He pulled you closer, closing the space that separated your hungry lips before kissing you slowly, yet with the perfect amount of passion and love.

"Yeah, I really needed to rest my mind and body from yesterday." you shyly laughed at him before hitting his arm when he reminded you from your passionate love session from the night before.

"You silly!" the moment you called him that, he rolled you over so he could be on top.

"Call me that again and see what happens." he warned you with a serious face, yet you knew him better. He was obviously messing with you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't like his demanding behavior.

"Can you join me in the shower, babe? Please?" you decided to change the subject, giving him the pleading look that you knew he couldn't resist.

"Yeah, sure." he smiled before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. "Just wait for me, I'll be right back."

"Ok, I'll wait for you." you gave him a last peck on his lips, before making your way to the bathroom, unconscious of what was coming for you.

That day your boyfriend invited you to dinner at a fancy restaurant, so you thought it would be a simple date like the many you've had before. But this time, he had promising plans for you and your future together, something you weren't expecting to happen so soon. It was already 7:30 pm, so he called you to hurry so you could be on time at the restaurant.

"I'm coming!" you warned your handsome boyfriend, before you appeared in front of him dressing your favorite date outfit that he bought you a few days ago.

"You look gorgeous, sweetheart." his eyes were full of love, admiration and pride for you, making your heart melt with happiness. You felt so loved at that moment... you still couldn't believe you were dating that man.

"Thank you, love. Let's go." you thanked him, before leaving your house and walk to get into his expensive black car.

You and Sang-woo arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes earlier, so you took your time to sit at your reserved table. The restaurant was outstanding: everyone was dressed nicely and the environment was peaceful and romantic; it was an expensive and well known restaurant from your city, which made you feel important. You also felt really happy to know that your boyfriend took you on a date at a very welcoming and beautiful place: it meant that he really loved you and makes a real effort to build up your relationship by changing your routine from time to time, which was healthy for both of you.

A few hours passed and you talked about everything and anything: your plans for your future together, funny stories that happened in your childhood that you didn't know about, how work was going and who are the people you like or dislike... it was a really nice, yet nostalgic and interesting conversation. After that, he insisted to pay your dinner. You felt bad, so he promised next time you could pay, which you knew he was lying.

When you left the restaurant, hand in hand, he told you that his plans for that night weren't done yet.

"I need you to do something for me, honey." your future husband said as soon as you entered the car. You looked at him suspiciously, waiting for whatever was coming. "Close your eyes." he simply said.

"What? Why would you-"

"Just trust me, ok? It's not like I'll kidnap you or something." he made sure to use his sarcasm to relax you a little bit, indirectly telling you that he wasn't going to do anything bad.

"I wouldn't mind if you did so." your sassy comment made him laugh quietly, before you closed your eyes and heard his car running.

Minutes passed and you were starting to get bored with having your eyes closed for so long. At least his strong grip on your inner thigh kept you entertained during the car trip. Suddenly, you felt the car stop slowly, and that's when you realized you had finally arrived at your destination. You were about to open your eyes, when you felt a smack on your thigh.

"Ah! I didn't say you could open your eyes already, did I?" his demanding tone made you internally scream and blush hard, but you needed to remain calm to not lead things to another way, since you didn't want to ruin the plans he made for you.

He helped you getting out of the car, before putting his hand on your waist to guide you to the place where he would make the big proposal.

"Open your eyes, love." he whispered into your ear. The moment you opened your eyes, tears instantly made their way to your warm cheeks: you could watch and admire each star on the sky, shining in your direction; it was full moon night, which made you think that Sang-woo chose this specific night for that reason; in front of you, you could also see and hear the calm and relaxing dark-blue sea moving at a slow and therapeutical pace. It was the most romantic moment you ever had and even imagined. You were too focus on the ocean and the brilliant stars above you, that you didn't even notice what was written on the sand: "Will you marry me, Y/N?" was written in huge and well marked letters. This made your heart beat at an incredibly fast pace and your vision to go blurry due to the emotional warm tears that wanted to escape from your eyes.

"Baby, what's all of thi-" when you turned around in hope that the man of your life would explain what was happening at that moment, even tho you knew already, you saw him kneeling instead, looking at you nervously with a small black box on his hands which contained a shining ring inside.

"L/n Y/n, I know I'm not the best lover sometimes due to my emotionless personality, however you liberate a more loving, caring and passionate side of me that I never knew I could have until I met you. I never thought I could be so in love with someone... and to be honest, I didn't even know what was love before I kissed you for the first time. I'm sorry for all the times I made you upset, but I promise I'll be a better person for you. So... will you marry me, my love?" you never saw your boyfriend being so open with his feelings, not even towards you, so you knew this was extremely hard for him and that all what he was saying was the pure truth. Also for the first time you noticed Sang-woo cry in front of you, even though he remained with a neutral facial expression.

Deep inside, you knew he feels a lot, he just used this "mask" to hide his vulnerability and pretend he is emotionless. But with you, he doesn't feel the need to pretend to be strong all the time. And that's when he realized it was you who he was going to marry and spend the rest of his life with.

You couldn't help but cry in front of him, his action caughting you by surprise, in a good sense.

"Of course my love, of course I will marry you!! There is nothing I desire more than to have you as my husband." he smiled until his cheeks started to get sore: this moment was unique and special for both of you. You always made him forget any pain he might feel. He quickly stood up and picked up into his arms, spinning you over and over again until you both felt almost dizzy.

That night was unforgettable for both of you, and now that you had a wedding ring on your finger, you couldn't think about anything else than stepping onto the altar and marry the man of your dreams.

[holy3cake]

I'm ruminating a lot today after watching Squid Game Season 2. I know it's just a show, but when I watched Squid Game Season 1, it completely changed my life. I started writing fanfiction, and even though I wasn't completely happy with it back then, it gave me so much joy. To say thank you, I'm reposting one of my favourite artists work that she commissioned for me so long ago, and I still have it today <3

The ship that I wrote for back then was Sangwoo and Ali, and with this new season out I think there will be more fic to come! This art was made by @san-tsun who will always remain one of my favourite people!

I know it's such a silly little momento, but I met so many beautiful souls through the SG projects, and this was a true pleasure in a low point of my life :)

[mctna2019]

Dead memories

I really love Seon-ho at ep13 and my heart was so broken for him at that ep. he had suffered too much but in that ep he really was dead man,I thought about what he was thinking at that time,so I wrote this.hope you like it

[lokischocolatefountain]

Masterlist

Javier Peña Masterlist

Joel Miller Masterlist

Everyone Loves Contractors (abandoned)

Chapter 1: If Your Daughter Needs a Void

General Acacius Masterlist

Din Djarin

Din x Mechanic!Reader

Guess , Daddy Issues

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Cho Sang-Woo

My Grumpy Valentine (New oneshot)

Sangwoo was a man who stuck to traditions. He never let you pay for dates, held doors open for you, offered his jacket when you were cold and showed his love with little gifts. As lovely as it is to receive, you want more than enough to give him something. But, your Grumpy Valentine won’t go down without a fight.

Happily Divorced

You and Cho Sang-woo have been going through life one milestone at a time. Go to university- check, graduate- check, get a job- check, get married- check, stay married- well, that was more complicated. But, if you can’t be happily married, the two of you are determined to be Happily Divorced.

Chapter 1: How to Enjoy a Party

Chapter 2: How to Make Coffee

Chapter 3: How to Ruin a Tie

Chapter 4: How to Make a Sacrifice

Chapter 5

Trophy (oneshot)

Drabble based on these characters here

Who said being a trophy wife was easy? I did. Several times. All a trophy wife had to do was look pretty, go shopping, and spread her legs, right? Being Cho Sang-Woo's trophy wife was all that and more.

Fic teaser

Berlin

Berlin’s Good Bitch

[hoewkeye]

Sun & Moon Masterlist

Summary: Y/N moves to South Korea after a PhD proposal, entering an extremely intense relationship with Cho Sang-Woo, the moody businessman next door.

This fic is set to start before the Squid Game and it is prolonged until the Game’s end.

Pairing: Cho Sang-Woo/Reader

Word Count: 7,691 - word count updated as I post.

Tags: ANGST, smut, violence, death threats, gaslighting, fluff, age gap (reader’s in hers 20s), suicide attempts, PTSD, Sang-Woo is kind of a cunt, panic attacks, rejection, alcohol, language, codependency - parts will be tagged individually.

DISCLAIMER: At some point, it will be mentioned English isn’t the reader’s first language, since she has been idealized as a latina, but it will not affect your reading, since you’ll miss it if you blink. To simplify: she can be from wherever you want.

A/N: Since I started watching Squid Game I became completely obsessed and in love with Park Hae-Soo’ character, so I’d naturally write something for him. I decided to put together the songs I've been listening to the most these last few days and turned each one of them into chapters, so here we are.

Didn’t use the song names as the chapters names because, you know, it could spoil everything.

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Prologue

Chapter One: “I just find my way back in”

Chapter Two: “Religion is in your lips”

Chapter Three: “Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow”

Chapter Four: “You made me hate this city”

Chapter Five: “I just wanted you to know”

Bonus Chapter: “I’m still fact, she’s fiction”

Chapter Six — FINAL: “And if I didn’t know better”

Alternative Ending: “I know better”

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To be tagged, send me an ask.

[swagatron9]

Forbidden Love | Chapter 3 |

Pairings: Sang-woo x OC

The sheet of paper in my hands had a list of names I was ordered to survey. The most trusted square guards were all given the role of watching over the players in case they exposed the games to someone of high authority.

It had been a long day of watching over uninteresting people who lazed around all day, but my eye finally caught a player who was doing something other than sitting around. As a matter of fact, he was hiding behind a corner and staring at a woman in the stall. She appeared to be older, so my first assumption was that she was a guardian or some relative.

As I looked over my shoulder, I noticed another player approaching Sang-woo with a curious look in his eyes. I pulled out my phone and looked down at it because the two were now facing my direction as they spoke to one another.

The player that approached Sang-woo, player 456, he was another that I was told to watch over. My heart almost fell out of my chest as I timed how long he was in the police station. I had high doubts that he would actually be able to convince law enforcement that he was kidnapped for a psychotic game where people were brutally murdered in front of his own eyes, but the longer he spent in the station, the more I began to panic.

I decided to move away from my position in order to not look as suspicious, so instead, I walked over to the woman that Sang-woo had previously been staring at. She had some things for sale, so I brought what I wanted the most and left her with a large tip. When I glanced over my shoulder, I could see the two looking over at me. Sang-woo was shocked as he watched me hand over the money without any hesitation. "Are you sure? You really don't need to do this." The woman insisted as she attempted to hand the money back over.

"It's nothing. Keep the change." I quickly walked away, making sure to stay close enough that I could watch over the two players without them spotting me.

By now, the two of them had walked to another place much quieter, allowing me to be able to hear them from around a corner. "Why aren't you talking to your mother? Is it because you're in debt?" Gi-hun asked Sang-woo. He waited for a reply but didn't receive one, causing him to continue talking. "Come on, you're still Ssangmun-dong's own pride and joy. You're still the genius who got accepted to SNU Business School. So don't worry. You'll make money again. Go tell your mum all about it, make a fresh start." Gi-hun gushed.

"Just make 6 billion won?" I looked down at my piece of paper, making sure that what I had heard was correct, but on the sheet of paper, written beside Sang-woo's name, 600 million won in debt. How did they miss this much money?

"I used my own mother's house as financial collateral and her shop. I put it all on the line." My eyes landed back on the woman working hard in her shop as she tried to sell to the people walking past. It was a sad sight as I watched her desperately try to persuade people into buying while being completely oblivious to what was actually in store for her.

I walked away as I heard Gi-hun mentioning that he had to leave.

My phone was now out as I typed down everything that I had learned from following around Sang-woo in this short amount of time, making sure to add every little detail. "You were the one that gave my mother a tip." I was startled as I heard the all too familiar voice right next to me. As quick as possible, I placed my phone in my pocket, hoping that he hadn't seen anything on the screen.

"Oh, the woman in the store?" I feigned confusion. He nodded his head as he looked me over with suspicion in his eyes. The way he looked at me, I would almost say he was annoyed, and that confused me more than ever.

"Why'd you do it?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders in response. "No one gives someone that much money for no reason. Was it drug money? Are you trying to get her in trouble?" Sang-woo Interrogated.

"No, I would never do that. I just like what she has in there, that's all, and besides, I'm sure she would be able to get more customers if her store was looking a little nicer." I defended myself. "I promise I don't mean any harm by leaving her with a tip. I just wanted to help out, is all." Sang-woo still didn't seem convinced as he slowly nodded his head before walking away. Letting out a sigh of relief, I decided to leave the area before anything like this happened again. That was way too close for comfort, and I wasn't about to put myself in that position once more.

After reporting back to the Frontman what I discovered today, I finally allowed myself to get the much-deserved rest in my own bed instead of the uncomfy ones they supply us with. Still, it wouldn't be long before I would get a call about the players making their way back to where the games were held.

[saebyeoked]

Hiiii after seeing your recent post, could I please get sangwoo marriage headcanons 🥺❤ thanks so much 🥰

sure! i love writing for sangwoo so this'll be super fun!

gn!reader

being married to cho sangwoo headcanons

sangwoo wouldn't want a big wedding. he'll invite very few trusted friends and family members to it and no one else. he just doesn't see the need for a large wedding with people he doesn't talk to there

he isn't ever really fully ready for your wedding. he had vows prepared but it still didn't feel real to him for some reason

you'd have to be together for a few years for him to even consider marriage. he doesn't see much use in it, but whenever he sees you he just wants to marry you for some reason. he doesn't quite understand it

he proposes to you and you almost start crying on the spot. he probably would take you to wherever you first met to do so and it would warm your heart knowing he remembered 

as soon as you said yes, he would hug you so tight. tighter than he'd ever hugged you before. he had such a huge weight on his chest prior to proposing to you and hearing you say yes made it go away in a split second

he would want to actually plan a nice wedding for the two of you. he would let you choose the venue and pick out invitations but he would help you with food available and anything else you needed help with

he doesn't really have doubts about not being good enough for you anymore. when he saw the look in your eyes as he proposed, all of his worries about it faded away into memories

you'll have a small wedding with a small amount of guests. your parents, siblings (if applicable) and a few of your closest friends would come on your side. it would be a perfect number. not huge, like most people seemed to enjoy

he'll be so nervous while he's standing there waiting for you to walk down the isle. he's lost in thought for a while, knowing that you'll look stunning in whatever clothing option you chose. he had no doubt in his mind that you would look perfect

and you did

as soon as you turned the corner to walk down the isle he felt his face heat up and his heart start beating faster as he admired you. he hadn't ever felt this much love for anyone or anything before

his vows aren't extremely long. they're to the point and get what he means across. he'll talk about how you cared about him from the moment you met and how you were the one to ask him out first. he'd mention all the little things he adores about you and kiss the light blush on your cheeks as he does so

your vows are short too but probably longer than sangwoo's. you'll talk about some similar things but you'd also probably just tell him how much he means to you and how grateful you are that he made his way into your life

his kiss he shared with you is gentle and sweet. it's crowd appropriate, but it's still the happiest moment you've ever experienced. he'll rest his hands on your waist and pull you close, the glasses on his nose slipping down as he kisses you

he'll let you choose the destination for your honeymoon because he feels like you'd pick better than he would. no matter where you go it wouldn't matter to him anyways

as soon as you get into your hotel you'd lay down on the bed and immediately start kissing. you'd be laughing in between kisses and soon, he would be too. he'd be out of breath when he finally pulled away, but as you looked up at him you would realize this is all you've ever wanted in life

he'll take you to all of the tourist attractions and take cute pictures of you for his new lockscreen on his phone. he'll hold your hand in public even if he isn't a fan of pda. he doesn't care then, he only cares about you

he loves seeing the rings on your finger, telling the world of your marriage. it makes him so happy knowing that you actually married him. he still wonders why you chose him in the first place

your married life is similar to when you were dating, but it's also so different. his touches and gazes feel different and you cant pinpoint why, but it doesn't matter

being married to you is the happiest he's ever been and sangwoo can only wish he could relieve the day over and over again <3

[squidgamesmut]

Seong Gi-hun & Cho Sang-woo | Your wish, our desire 🦑🌶️

GIF by drunkendawg

I wrote this in collaboration with the beautiful, talented and marvellous @therealromewrites also known as @squidgamefanfic ! Go check out her sideblogs and give her all the love you can, because she's so good! <3

Prompt: There is no shame in sharing your deepest secrets with the people at whose side you'll die the day after. Convinced that you're going to lose the Game, you unexpectedly lose something more personal in the welcoming arms of your rivals. Pairing: Seong Gi-hun X Reader X Cho Sang-woo

Word count: 6.8K

Tags: NSFW, virginity loss, double penetration

Spoilers: None

MINORS DNI

The tension in the room was almost stifling. On the eve of your final day, you sat with Gi-hun and Sang-woo in the eerily empty common room, cross-legged on your bed. Every sound echoed well around the large hall, bouncing off the walls before silencing again. No matter how much you cared for those two men with you, the ambiance was far from pleasing.

If nothing happened soon, you feared the worst would come true, that you’d squeeze at each other’s throats before the final game could even be announced. If things turned out to become like that, you figured, it’d leave nothing but a bitter aftertaste of your once-so-close friendship.

“How about we play a game to kill time?” you suggested, before adding a mental note: Before we inevitably have to kill each other.

Gi-hun rubbed his chin, pondering over the question for a few moments.

“What sort of game are you thinking of? After what's happened, I’m not sure if I’m too fond of playing games anymore. They’ve been turning out to be working against our favour lately.”

A small smile broke out as you scooted closer to the two men. The guards had given you a few moments to settle down before preparations for the next game. You didn't want to sit alone in the big room so you asked for Sang-woo and Gi-hun to bring their beds close to yours.

The room felt eerily large, and you enjoyed the idea of cosiness on your last evening alive. Had you been in any other situation, knowing it would be your final night, you might have roasted marshmallows over an open fire, reminiscing over the memories of your life whilst enjoying snacks that you normally wouldn’t eat.

Sadly, this was no ordinary night, nor did it give you the chance to face death in the way that you always imagined it to be: surrounded by the people that loved and cared for you. Instead, your doom was hidden behind those thick, iron doors you ignored the very presence of. In twenty-four hours from now, you’d presumably be dead.

“This one won’t result in our deaths,” you promised, “Perhaps in something that looks like it, but I'm certain that we'll live to see another day… One more day, at least.”

For a brief second, it seemed you were resigned to grieving your own death. Wondering if there was anyone outside who would actually care about your passing.

“What were you thinking about, then?” Sang-woo queried. Your eyes dropped to the way he was fiddling with the sleeve of his suit jacket. You echoed his apprehension. In all honesty, you didn’t feel too comfortable, either. Even more reason to try and face the dawn of the new day with newfound courage.

“If you could accomplish one more thing in life,” you began, “When you know that you’re going to die tomorrow. What would that be? Anything. From fixing a problem, to trying something new. What would you do before you die?”

Silence cut through the air as you gave the men a moment to think. Gi-hun shifted, his face fell into a sad frown, as if he immediately knew what he would do.

“I would hug Ga-yeong.” Going by the encouraging softness in your face, he continued to explain. “My daughter. I - I love her more than anything in the world. Out of all the mistakes I've made in my life, I'd want to hold Ga-yeong one more time. Maybe it'll let her know that I’ve always tried to be the best father I could be, because I know that to her, it mustn’t always have felt that way.”

You leant over towards him, putting your hand on his to comfort him. For a moment, the two of you shared a long gentle look with tearful eyes, both fully aware of your impending doom. Nothing was certain anymore, and it was heartbreaking to say the least.

“That’s really nice, Gi-hun,” You whispered. “I can see that you love her very much.”

He gave a stiff nod and swiped a hand across his nose to clear the sniffles away. His messy hair drooped in front of his eyes. You resisted the urge to brush the messy lock away from his forehead.

“I do.” He said with an unrecognisable tone of certainty that made the hairs of your neck stand.

Sang-woo sniffed deeply which made you turn your head towards him. Scooting closer to hold his hand. He was struggling to choose the right words as his eyes avoided meeting yours. A bitter chuckle left his lips as he muttered.

“It’s difficult, isn’t it?” He lifted his head up to see nothing but soft smiles from you and Gi-hun. Sending kind encouragement to open up to them as he cleared his throat.

“If … If I could do one more thing, I would go and visit my mother. I owe her an apology. It’s the least I can do, she deserves closure. If -”

Sang-woo took a deep breath, unshed tears in his eyes as he desperately glanced between you and Gi-hun. “If either of you survive this, will you visit her for me?"

You brought your hand over his mouth to quieten his despairing words. You didn't want to hear words of promises and death. It would remind you of the reality you were in, you wanted to cling on to hopes and dreams for a bit longer. Sang-woo shook his head and lifted your hand off his mouth.

"Please. Tell her that I love her very much?”

Your head bowed down as you refused to let your tears show on your face. Gi-hun gave a firm nod and gently pat Sang-woo's hand.

“I promise, Sang-woo. If it comes down to a single person, I'll tell your mother about your efforts in rectifying your mistakes."

You could sense Sang-woo's eyes on yours as a finger curled under your chin to lift your head up. His eyes were gentle and tender that you couldn’t bring yourself to refuse his request.

“I promise. Even though I’m certain that I will not be the person surviving, I will go to her and say so.”

Sang-woo gave the pair of you a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you.” he whispered with a tiny voice, unable to speak any louder. “That means a lot.”

For a few moments, you sat in pregnant silence, before Gi-hun addressed you

“And you, (Y/N). What would you do?”

You blinked rapidly for a second, feeling your face heat up. “I… Listening to the two of you, I don’t think mine’s interesting at all.” A rush of heat flushed in your cheeks whilst Sang-woo scooted closer, curious to know more.

“Come on, we told you what we were going to do. What does it matter if we all know each other’s deepest secrets? It’s not like we are all going to get out of here alive…”

He was right, and you knew it. Still, you hid your face in your hands, blushing brightly. “I don’t think it’s appropriate to share. Especially after those two emotional scenarios you two were thinking of.”

Gi-hun raised an eyebrow, bringing a gentle playful smile to his face as a way to lighten the mood.

“Don’t chicken out now, (Y/N)! We won’t judge you. We’ve all done weird stuff so knowing what you’d do, if you had the chance, would not make things any stranger.”

You didn’t dare to look at the men either side of you, instead deciding to look at your feet.

“I’d want to lose my virginity.” You whispered with the tiniest voice, shame lacing the tone of your admission.

“Pardon?” Sang-woo questioned, as he was unable to hear your words clearly. Your face grew darker and hotter whilst you swallowed thickly, increasing the volume of your voice.

“I’d go out somewhere and give my virginity to someone. All my life, I’ve never felt like I was truly … loved or wanted by someone, to be desired romantically or even sexually. If there is one thing I could have done, it would have been to have sex with someone so I can feel loved.”

Silence.

Sighing in embarrassment, you brought your knees up to your chest, hugging them to make yourself as small as possible. You cursed yourself for having such carnal desires whilst they opened up with precious familial wishes.

“See, not that interesting.” You exhaled deeply, resting your chin on your knees. “You two have actual people to return home to. Love and family waiting for you. I’m here just … Wishing about things I should have done when I was still outside. Should have settled down instead of doing stupid shit.”

“You’re … You’ve actually never…” Gi-hun struggled to find the right words, his cheeks becoming flushed with the mention of you being a virgin.

You blinked at him, jaw slightly agape. “Well, actually… No, I haven’t.”

Sang-woo let out a sound that almost sounded like a scoff. “But you’re… You’re really…” he cleared his throat, “Attractive, I’d say.”

A laugh built at the base of your throat but you refused to let it out. “You don’t have to compliment me just because you think it will make me feel better, Sang-woo.” You mused, “I’ve never been popular with guys. I’ve been kissed a few times in my lifetime, but it never went beyond that.”

“I agree with Sang-woo,” Gi-hun told you, “You’re very pretty, (Y/N).”

Even though you didn’t deem it possible, your blush grew even deeper than before.

“Thank you.” You told the men and then there was silence again. Nothing more to do but to wait for the next game. Unbeknownst to you, the two men were sharing a silent conversation. The two of them privately expressed their affections for you and now it seemed that there was an opportunity being presented to them.

You brought your head up to see the two of them sharing indiscernible expressions. Were they disgusted or unimpressed?

“What?” You questioned, curious to know what they were silently conversing about. “What are you thinking about? Are you judging me? (Y/N) the prude, is that it?”

“Not at all, (Y/N).” Sang-woo told you, bringing his hand up to rest on your knee, “Don’t worry, we aren’t judging you. It’s just … If this is the final night for the two of us, right?”

“Supposedly,” you told him, at which Sang-woo nodded.

“Yes, supposedly… And looking at the fact that the last wishes of Gi-hun and I are practically unobtainable…”

You frowned in confusion, looking between the two men, uncertain of where this conversation was going, “Yes?”

“Well, yours isn’t.”

You nearly choked on your own saliva as you dropped your knees and sat up properly. You hoped they weren’t suggesting what you were thinking of. Going by your silence, Gi-hun took it upon himself to further explain their intentions.

“What Sang-woo is getting at, (Y/N), it’s that the two of us can make your wish a reality.”

Your heart skipped several beats. Were your ears deceiving you? You couldn’t tell as you watched Sang-woo and Gi-hun place tentative hands on your knees. Gi-hun rubbed tender circles with his thumb whilst Sang-woo dragged his hands up and down.

Your breath hitched at the base of your throat as your eyes darted between them, met with warm and lustful eyes. “Are you suggesting…” You mumbled, before reaffirming your previous thoughts.

“If you will have us, that is.” Gi-hun told you, clearing his throat. You opened your mouth to respond, but you were cut off by Gi-hun, who quickly added: “But if you don’t want us, then that’s fine! Just say so and we’ll stop, we won’t force you to do anyth--”

“Gi-hun!” You interrupted with a small smile and a laugh. “We’re on the brink of life and death. I’d be stupid to say no. If anything, there is no time for me to regret it. Not that I would, because I’d love for my first time to be with two attractive men.”

Sang-woo let out a choked noise which caused you to glance at him. His grip on your knee tightened.

“You… You think we’re attractive?” For a man who you had always considered to be very collected, he was oddly flustered. It caused a warm knot to form in your stomach as you placed your hand on top of his, leaning closer.

“Yes, of course.” The compliment was heartfelt and sincere. You couldn’t deny that you found Gi-hun and Sang-woo attractive. Gi-hun’s tender kindness and Sang-woo’s confidence were one of many qualities that drew you to stick by them. Both men scooted closer towards you which made your smile grow, your other hand reaching over to Gi-hun’s, who’s face flushed with warmth. Their growing eagerness did not go unnoticed despite your inexperience, and you leaned in, lowering the volume of your voice to a whisper.

“I’d want nothing more than to give myself to you two.”

The two men stared at each other for a second, deliberating and shocked by the fact that you agreed.

“(Y/N) ... Thank you.”

Your eyebrow quirked up at Sang-woo’s comment, unsure of why he would say such a thing. He sensed your puzzlement, swallowing thickly.

“For trusting us with something as precious as that.”

A sweet melodious laugh left your lips as you patted Sang-woo’s cheek, feeling the unshaven stubble that was growing. “Oh, don’t act all sentimental on me, Sang-woo. I’ve seen how you play this game. Honeyed words won’t save you tomorrow.”

“This isn’t about survival, (Y/N).” Gi-hun sighed, his hand sliding from your leg to your waist. His eyes locked onto your face, gauging your response. It was a welcome jolt as newfound arousal shunted up your spine at his touch. “This is about you. Just… You are precious. You might not realise it, but I’ve grown fond of you, as has Sang-woo.”

You were overcome with the urge to kiss him as you turned your head to see Sang-woo agreeing to what Gi-hun was saying. Not wanting to delay the desires brewing in the atmosphere, you clasped your fingers around their wrists. You guided Gi-hun’s hand up towards your breast whilst using your other hand to guide Sang-woo to the edge of your waistband.

“What are you waiting for?”

A soft smile broke out on their faces as they moved towards you, Sang-woo brushed your hair aside and pressed gentle kisses to the back of your neck. Gi-hun squeezed your breast whilst bringing his lips to purse over the side of your neck. Your head lolled back subconsciously to let them work at you. Your body already knew what it needed to do as you focused on the sweet motions.

It felt like a never ending dream as you let Sang-woo tug the blazer off your arms so he and Gi-hun had better access to your body. Gi-hun’s teeth grazed against your skin before digging in to leave a mark, which had your body flinch at the sudden gesture. You could sense Sang-woo’s smile against the back of your neck as Gi-hun unlatched his teeth and lapped his tongue over the bite mark.

Gi-hun moved his mouth away from your neck to gaze intently into your face, a smirk breaking out at the drunken pleasure leaking from your face. Your mouth was parted and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as Gi-hun tugged your chin down so your eyes were level with his.

“(Y/N), open your eyes please.”

Your eyes fluttered open and almost watered at the soft look Gi-hun was giving to you. His lips were soaked with his saliva as you leant forward to press yours against his. He was soft and supple as your lips molded together. You used your other hand to curl back and dig into Sang-woo’s dark thick hair, using it to keep him held against your neck. Gi-hun’s left hand rested against your sternum whilst the other was flat on the bed.

Sang-woo traced his hands up under your shirt, over to your breasts where he let out a gruff groan at the lack of a bra there. You gasped at the cold sensation of his hands which allowed Gi-hun to slip his tongue through the barrier of your teeth. His mouth exploded with the taste of something uniquely you. Sang-woo took the opportunity to give you a brand of his own as he nibbled at the crook of your neck.

Your vision faded away as a soft hum rumbled from the taste of Gi-hun's lips before letting go of his lips to turn to Sang-woo. Both Gi-hun and Sang-woo dragged their fingers to the hem of your shirt, opening the first two buttons and dragging the cotton up over your torso and head so you were topless in front of them.

Silence once again filled the room as your body shivered from the lack of warmth. Your eyebrows pierced in confusion as you noticed the two men almost mesmerised by your torso. At least you hoped it was as you anticipated their eyes seemed to zero in on the faint jagged scars left on your body. Each one told different stories and memories of your misfortunate life.

There was a gentle glow in your face as you watched the men trace one of many scars scattered across your body. You could sense a million questions in their minds but you shook your head to reassure them.

"Don't worry about them. It's what happened in the past. Nothing more to it."

"It still shouldn't have happened." Sang-woo piped up with renewed concern. You cupped his cheek and gave him a small reassuring peck, informing the two of them.

"It's okay. They're a part of me now and they'll be a part of me when I die. I don’t want to think of the past or the future. I just want to focus on this moment, right here and now.”

With the finality in your statement, Sang-woo and Gi-hun smiled then grinned. Your skin was suddenly overrun with goosebumps, the hairs of your neck standing on end albeit in a pleasant way. They were able to roam their palms all over your bare skin now, and your nipples hardened at their touch. Gi-hun pressed his loving lips against your naked upper arm, dangerously close to your breast, whilst you got a first real taste of Sang-woo, his tongue sharper in its behaviour than Gi-hun’s had been.

Both of them were excellent kissers, you realised when Sang-woo drew your bottom lip in between his teeth to give it a playful nibble. At the sudden sensation of Gi-hun’s mouth closing itself around your nipple, you gasped, slightly moving away from the kiss to look at the man who sucked the sensitive bud against his tongue, gentle eyes meeting yours.

Like a snake charmer, he had your eyes locked on him as he used his tongue to trace one of the scars under the swell of your breast. There was a tone of playfulness in his eyes as he went to your other breast to lap over your areola. Using his veneers he tugged and nibbled as you felt a large palm enclose over your other breast. Squeezing and rolling your nipple before Sang-woo’s fingers grazed towards the waistband of your slacks.

Your body had fully leant into Sang-woo’s clothed chest as Gi-hun was sitting beside you to play with your breast. Fingers tapped rhythmically on your skin before slipping under to feel the trimmed hair of your mons pubis, your throat rumbled as the fingers then went down to press onto your clitoris. Sang-woo smirked as he watched your back arch at the sudden contact, his fingers flicked up and down before circling around your lips.

It was no surprise that your vagina was incredibly wet from the intimate touches Gi-hun and Sang-woo were giving you. They were going to ruin you to bring heaven to your soul as you sluggishly pleaded with either one of them.

“Please?”

“Please, what (Y/N)?”

“Please fuck me!”

“That’s what we’re doing, (Y/N).”

Your eyes almost pierced through Gi-hun’s teasing expression, whilst you didn’t mind being loved and cared for, you wanted them to get a move on as you decided to turn the tables on the both of them. Bringing yourself up on your knees which made Gi-hun lean back on the bed, onto his elbows, your fingers walked up his knee, across his tense thighs and stopping just before his groin.

“I might be a virgin but it doesn’t mean I’m dumb. So when I ask for something, it means I want it now.”

With the firmness in your voice, you pushed your hand down Gi-hun’s pants to feel his cock, which was stiff and smooth. You blindly followed a line of a vein to his tip which had a small drop of precum leaking from the slit. Gi-hun was long and you could only imagine what Sang-woo’s size was as you took to dragging your hand over his dick in an up-down motion. Gi-hun tensed as a red blush grew near his neck and cheeks, his head rolling back at your rough touches.

Sang-woo’s eyebrows arched up as he watched the way your ass danced around his face, your body arched like a cat as you focused on teasing Gi-hun. He couldn’t wait to sink his penis into your undoubtedly tight cunt as he curled his fingers to tug down your suit pants along with your underwear. Your teasing halted as your head turned over your shoulder to see Sang-woo admiring your butt.

“Like what you see, Sang-woo?” You purred, biting your bottom lip whilst wiggling your hips in his face. “Have a taste, I won’t stop you.”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. The businessman lunged forward, indulging himself in the nectar of your soaked sex, plunging his tongue into your pussy without warning. Your eyes screwed shut and your grip on Gi-hun’s erection froze momentarily at the sensation, a wonderful moan escaping you. This noise, in turn, caused Gi-hun’s cock to twitch in your grip.

If you had known that getting eaten out felt this delicious - even though you were certain that Sang-woo would be the type of man to be considered skillful when performing oral - you truly would’ve gotten out of your way to lose your virginity sooner.

Sang-woo’s hands rested on your bare butt, face pressed in between your cheeks whilst he ate you like a starving dog, the scruff on his chin causing heightened pleasure by how it grazed against your thighs. You soon snapped out of the tipsy pleasure, returning focus onto Gi-hun, whose length was desperately weeping at the tip.

Pressing your mouth against it in a sloppy kiss, a drop of saliva soon rolling across the vein that you had traced with your finger earlier, you brought down your head, Gi-hun fisting the sheets as a strained grunt left his lungs. You moaned around him, taking him as far as you could into your inexperienced mouth, surprised at how good he tasted.

“(Y/N),” Sang-woo whispered into your cunt, “You taste so good. It’s an honour that I’m the first person to ever eat you.” He pulled back, pressing a few kisses onto your bottom, trailing up your spine before crawling over to your face. “Why not try it yourself?”

You drew yourself away from Gi-hun’s thick length and craned your neck, feeling Sang-woo’s tongue slip into your mouth, sharing your flavour with you. Moaning, you shifted, allowing him to pull you onto his lap. His button up was lightly scratching at your naked chest, tickling your nipples and you were desperate to feel his skin. With hesitation, you pulled your lips away from Sang-woo to paw his blazer and shirt off.

Having an idea of what you wanted, Sang-woo clumsily ripped his bowtie off, followed by shaking his blazer away and tearing the buttons of his shirt apart so you finally had access to his chest. He took your breath away as your hands dragged down to rest on his pectorals, you leaned down to press a kiss to the base of his jugular. A sweet taste of sweat and cologne mingled with your taste buds as you dragged your tongue up to reconnect with Sang-woo’s lips.

Gi-hun sat up, wrapping his arms around you from behind, and snaked a hand in between your legs. You tensed slightly at the sudden contact of Gi-hun’s warm chest before a low moan rumbled from the back of your throat. Sang-woo felt the vibrations of your moan as you felt agile fingers circle around your clit, teasing a little, testing the waters. Gi-hun gauged your response to his touch, keen to continue once he sensed your eagerness, slipping his hand a bit lower.

One of your hands went back to tangle into the shaggy locks of Seong Gi-hun, the other nervously reaching for the thick clothed erection of Sang-woo, which was pushing the spot right between your legs. Sang-woo was a little bit longer and girthier than Gi-hun, which almost had you worried at the prospects of their penis’ entering you. But you were going to take it because it was your last night and you didn’t want to go out like a virgin. Gi-hun pressed his lips against the nape of your neck, sucking your skin against his tongue whilst he began fingering you, teasing at your tight hole, a slender digit prodding at the entrance.

“Oh, Gi-hun,” you mewled, “Sang-woo… Please, more, I need more.”

Sang-woo let go of your lips to share a rather scheming look to Gi-hun, the two of them seemingly knowing what the other was planning as your eyes darted from one’s face to the other. A frown settled on your face as you were about to open your mouth when a thick finger pushed past the tight ring of your vagina, making you choke on your saliva as your eyes went down to see Gi-hun’s fingers deep inside you.

“She’s really tight, Sang-woo.”

“Really? Let me see.”

At that moment, you knew that both men were ready to bring heaven to you as Sang-woo’s fingers trailed down your sternum, over your stomach and down to your lips, circling your clitoris to feel at your arousal before joining Gi-hun’s finger deep inside of you. Sang-woo had slender fingers that seemed to reach further inside of you as you felt your core tense out at the surprise intrusion. It was only two fingers as of now, and you already felt like you were close to the edge.

“He’s right, you’re tight! Never stuck a finger in there, did you? You wanted real men to take your virginity? Fuck you ‘till you had tears down your face?”

You had always thought of Sang-woo as a reserved man that only spoke out of necessity. However, he was proving you wrong as he whispered seductive words into your ear that had you shiver. Your hand moved away from his groin and onto his shoulder as a way to anchor yourself, judging by the way they were pistoning their fingers deep inside the walls, you were close to falling off the edge.

Your grip in Gi-hun’s hair tightened as your head rolled back onto his shoulder, your hips went on auto-pilot as you gyrated against their fingers. Gi-hun added another finger inside of you which grazed against your spongy walls and close to your g-spot. Sang-woo pressed his thumb against your clitoris, alternating between slow and fast circles.

All the words you wanted to say had died in your brain as your only coherent words were a mixture of groans, whines and mumbles of their names. Gi-hun kept a slow pace of his fingers focusing on pressing deeper into you whilst Sang-woo was pushing faster into you, this had your head spinning, unable to cope with the different pressures in your vagina as your orgasm was released in a never-ending crescendo.

Both men were hypnotised by the way your hair was matted against your forehead, sweat dripping down your neck, eyes shut and your jaw wide open. Your walls tightened around their fingers before relaxing as they felt a gush of your fluids leak onto their hands. Gi-hun pressed soft kisses against your temple, praising you for sharing such a beautiful sight with them, his free hand rubbed against your torso to feel the stuttering jerks of your body cooling down.

“Do you think she’s ready to take us both?”

Your eyes snapped open as you took to looking into Gi-hun’s face, unable to comprehend what he had just asked. Then it dawned on you, that they had probably only just gotten started and they had yet to let you feel their cocks inside you. Going by the way you were drunk on pleasure, they needed to reaffirm that you were ready to continue, Sang-woo cupped your cheek and made you face him.

“(Y/N), we can stop here if you like? We don’t have to go further if you’re tired.”

You inhaled a deep breath as your eyes moved from Sang-woo to Gi-hun. Your heart melted at the tender softness in their eyes as a firm resolve settled on your face. Grabbing their fingers which were soaked in your arousal, you brought them close to your lips, your tongue peeked out to lap at your tangy fluids, your eyes snapping between the way their chests puffed out and their lips pursed.

“Did I ever say to stop? I want both of you to take my virginity. Make my night last forever in my mind.”

A rather wolfish grin grew on their faces as Gi-hun clasped your face, turning you to kiss him, his tongue dancing with your own to taste a faint tang of your arousal. Sang-woo watched the way your body arched and curled to their actions, faint red marks of their bites were scattered around your neck as he thanked his stars for this opportunity.

You were dragged into a world of your own as Gi-hun had you resettle onto his lap, this time his uncovered penis was grinding against the lips of your vagina, your arousal was soaking him, almost preparing him to sink inside you. The two of you pulled away as your breaths mingled, Gi-hun brought his hand down to angle his dick at your slit, your core tensed as your left hand curled to grab on to Gi-hun’s hair at the nape of his neck.

This was it. This was the moment as you and Gi-hun shared a soft sad smile, you turned over your shoulder to share the same smile to Sang-woo as you reached your hand out to bring him closer, have him press his chest against your back as you pressed gentle kisses against his jaw. Sang-woo unzipped his slacks, taking his cock out and having it press in between your butt cheeks.

"Take a deep breath, (Y/N)."

With a deep inhalation, your eyes shut tightly in anticipation of the pain. You were always told that losing one's virginity would be painful and therefore your fingers curled in their hair as a way to offshoot the pain that was yet to come. You slowly exhaled once you felt someone's dick push into your vagina, sliding comfortably through the walls as you hummed, curling your toes at the overwhelming sensation.

It didn't hurt like you thought it would - if anything, there was a sense of feeling warm and snug as the dick sat inside you, almost feeling like home as a deep purr left your lips. You felt like you were adrift in the sea as the silence echoed and all you could smell was sweat and musk. A lax expression appeared on your face, your eyes slowly opening and you drowned in the expression of love in Gi-hun's face.

You glanced over your shoulder to see the same expression on Sang-woo, your voice hoarse and slow as you expressed your gratitude.

"Thank you."

"No, thank you (Y/N)."

You didn’t dare to look down as you wanted this moment to be the both of them taking you first, you almost giggled at the way the cock slid out of you only for it to take your breath away as it thrusted and pushed deeper. Then you felt the tip of the other dick start to push in, and it was a tighter squeeze as your legs began to shake in a stuttering motion, whilst you hissed a curse.

"Fuck!"

You dared a glance down, almost fainting at the way your lower belly slightly protruded out more than usual. Hoping that what you were thinking wasn't possible, you brought your left hand down to press against your lower belly, a choked gasp cracking through your throat as you felt a shift and stiffness. It was one of their dicks pressing against your uterus as you unconsciously clenched your core.

Sang-woo and Gi-hun hissed and groaned at the uncontrollable sensations, Gi-hun bowed his head to nuzzle into your neck while Sang-woo's head lolled back at the tightness and clenching of your vagina. For a moment, neither of you could breathe or move as you tried to settle into each other. Your eyes watered slightly, Gi-hun was giving you butterfly kisses and Sang-woo leant forward to groan in your ear.

"Please, move."

Unable to say anything, Gi-hun gave a nod and slightly lifted you up before pushing in again, a low rumble of your name left his lips. All you could do was remain in their arms as they slowly rolled their hips deep into you. They kept up with a languid pace because both men wanted to ensure you came first.

Both men were gentle and soft with you, which was unlike their personalities, especially Sang-woo’s, whose hands rested on your breast and waist. Gi-hun couldn't believe the way the night turned out as he watched the way you were drifting and melting in their arms. He felt pride swell at the honour being bestowed upon him, the fact that of all men, you trusted him and Sang-woo to give you pleasure.

The businessman, on the other hand, was determined to give you everything, running his hand over your body and whispering honeyed words into your ears. A faint scent of chamomile and lilies burst into his nose as he tried to forge this memory into his mind. Despite all the shit they went through, this is the only memory he didn't want to burn with the other traumatic events. He wanted to imprint his touch onto you and your touch onto himself.

"Sang-woo! Gi-hun. I-"

At the broken stutter coming from your mouth, Sang-woo was inspired to go harder as he dragged his dick out almost to the tip before yanking you hard onto his length - so hard that the head brushed near your cervix.

"Ahh! Sang-woo!"

Sang-woo increased his pace which had you careening as both men used your body, Gi-hun was quieter as he grunted at your constant whines and mewls.

"You're so tight! Made just for me and Gi-hun. You're doing so well."

"All for you!" you cried out.

Sang-woo's face broke out in a grin as he pressed his face into your hair, keeping up with his pace, never stuttering. Another set of hands began stroking your body, going down to circle and flick at your clitoris which made a lone tear stream down your face. The pleasure was too much for you to handle as your legs began jerking faster at the tenderness in your body.

"Gi-hun! Sang-woo! I - I -"

With a vehement nod, Gi-hun increased the speed and depths of his thrusts as he pecked your lips, letting your sweet breath mingle with his. His words were a soothing drink of coolness over your body as he encouraged you, gently patting your head.

"It's okay, cum for us. Cum for us, (Y/N)."

With the green light from Gi-hun the tight coil in your uterus snapped, a wordless gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure. You had touched yourself before, but no amount of stimulation could’ve added up to feel this good. You were floating, specks filling your vision, and despite the room being almost pitch dark, you could swear that you saw a galaxy.

Small mindless hums left your lips as you tried to relish in the intense explosion of ecstasy. The way your body was tensing atop theirs, Gi-hun and Sang-woo were not far behind with their climax, locking eyes for a brief moment over your shoulder as if deliberating where to spill. There was a slight hesitation in their thrusts as your eyes opened to take in their puzzled expressions. Having a faint idea of what they were deliberating, one of your hands went down to grip Sang-woo’s thighs, your other rested on Gi-hun’s lower back, sending a non verbal signal to the two of them, your hoarse voice cracking out.

“Cum in me.”

What did any of you have to lose if they came inside of you?

It seemed as if they were thinking the same thing. Eyes focusing on your glistening, vulnerable body again, they came respectively, Sang-woo grunting against the nape of your neck, Gi-hun moaning your name and throwing back his head. Your inner walls were painted with their seed, leaving you feeling full even when they lifted you off their cocks.

You flinched at the removal and sighed at the sensation of their sperm leaking from your sensitive, satisfied hole, letting them carefully put you down on the bed. It wasn’t like you were in any situation to move, and sticky cum dribbled over your thighs, staining the sheets.

“How was that for losing your virginity?” Sang-woo smugly spoke, puffing out his chest proudly. You smiled tiredly, still attempting to catch your breath, crooning at the feeling of Gi-hun’s marvellous fingers through your hair. He scraped his nails against your scalp, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead. Their limpened cocks laid wonderfully thick against their stomachs, slick with the juices that came from your love-making.

“We don’t need sleep, do we?” You wondered out loud with a laugh, opening your eyes to gaze at the beautiful men in front of you. “Please, I don’t think I will be able to stop touching you two now. That was wonderful, and I can’t believe…”

Your voice trailed off, suddenly thick with emotion. You swallowed away the tears, but a few still managed to escape your eyes. “I can’t believe that this is my final night. But it’s still the best night of my life.”

Gi-hun’s vision blurred and Sang-woo gave you a tight-lipped smile, resting a warm palm on your thigh. “Spread your legs, pretty thing.” he murmured, “Show us the mess we made.”

Cold air hit your swollen pussy as you spread your legs and you sighed deeply, feeling how new arousal settled within your gut. “There is so much more we can do to you.”

Your lips quivered with both grief and lust. “This is already the best night of my life,” you told them, “But if you can do that for me… If you can familiarise me with more pleasure… It would make it even better.”

Sang-woo leant down, laying down on his stomach to draw your legs over his shoulders, pressing a few hot kisses against your thighs. “It’s our legacy, now.”

Gi-hun nodded, giving you a smile, cradling a hand against your cheek. “We want to give you more,” he added. “More than we already gave.”

“What can I give in return?” you said, desperation in your voice. “I’d do anything to pleasure you as well.”

New lust settled in Gi-hun’s groin, and it grew hot in front of your very eyes. His lips curled up with a mischievous smirk as he glanced down at Sang-woo between your legs. “You mind if I have a taste of her? I’m sure she’d love to have a taste of you in her mouth.” Sang-woo had a cheshire grin on his face as he dropped your legs and came to sit beside your head.

Gesturing to Gi-hun, “Be my guest, Gi-hun.”

Replacing Sang-woo’s original position, Gi-hun’s eyes lit up like fairy lights as he admired your engorged leaking vulva. His finger swiped over your labia, pushing in the pulsing fluids back inside you. You glanced up at Sang-woo as his thumb swipes over your plump bottom lip, your tongue peaks out to kitten lick the pad of it.

“Come on princess, take me in your hand,” he proposed, “Better yet, into your mouth.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice - Gi-hun’s tongue colliding with your sensitive cunt alongside the taste of yourself on Sang-woo’s hard cock brought forth a wave of bliss.

There was a bittersweet edge to it which caused your throat to screw shut. Pushing away the sorrow, you moaned loudly, eyes fluttering closed, opting to focus on your euphoria instead.

Tonight, you had to seize every opportunity you’d get. If this was the day you’d go out, it would be without regret.

You loathed the very break of dawn.

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[aurasaurora]

10 minutes

Request: Hi there! Im not sure if you accept requests or not, but if you do, can I ask for a Squid Game, Sangwoo x Y/n scenario? Lets say that, for the sake of the fic, 3 people can be winners in the game instead of only 1, but right now there are 4 people alive. Gihun, Saebyeok, Sangwoo and Y/n. Y/n is given the choise to eliminate someone with a gun, and declare the winners. But, the players witness Y/n eliminating themselves, in order for them to win. Even worse if Y/n and Sangwoo were in a long term relationship/ married. Y/n can be afab or gender neutral, but Im so curious of how this scenario would play out. Thank you for reading!

Parings: Cho Sang-Woo x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angst Suicide, fighting, guns

A/N: I changed the pacing of the pic to suit my own taste, but I still hope the person who requested this still enjoys it.

“Did his life mean nothing to you?” You shouted towards Sang-Woo, the two of you had just re-entered the resting rooms, waiting for the rest of the survivors to arrive. The brutal and emotional betrayal of Ali done by your fiancé, in order to keep you alive broke you. All the games were traumatic, but this one specifically showed you just how cunning your fiancé really was. Ali someone who thought both you and your fiancé as friends, someone he could trust in the insanity of this is game. Ali looked at you in disbelief once he realized the bags were switched, he screamed and yelled, heartbroken at your unintentional betrayal. You couldn’t even believe it when you saw a bag full of marbles in your own hands, you never even realized the switch happening nor did either of you witness it. You begged the guards to let you die instead of him, you tugged at the guard’s body practically trying to aim the gun at yourself. But they weren’t going to let you escape from the gruesome reality that the game brought. Regardless the timer already went off, so any negotiation would be useless. Ali was shot right in front of your eyes.

“This is a survival game, for fucks sake. We cannot worry about anyone except for ourselves, otherwise we’ll never come out here alive.” Sang-Woo’s behaviour was downright dirty, but he was the only one being realistic out of the two. This idea of building up friendships is illogical, and he blames your nativity for that. Because if it came down to it, Ali would’ve saved himself over you. Which was what was going to happen regardless. He couldn’t comprehend why you were so star struck by the betrayal, any connection you made with other team players were out of desperation for survival. Sang-Woo figured he was being objective, while you weren’t. This money could be life changing, not could…would be. He figured enough therapy would put your sorrows away, but his need to win ignored that your traumas could never go away.

“He..he has a family, a child waiting for his father to return. You took that away from him.” Your voice became more hushed, but still spat the same venom as earlier. “Well then maybe he should’ve thought about them before he decided partaking in this game. Whether he died now, or later. It wouldn’t make a difference for you and I.” He was getting agitated; he didn’t want to have this conversation with you. Not discussing his recent brutality, allowed him to ignore that side of him. He didn’t want to confront his demons, and neither should you.

“Well, he never had a chance so who knows, maybe he would’ve won the game. But we will never know because you took that chance, the possibility away from him.” Sang-Woo had a response, but he didn’t say anything, he knew arguing with you back would serve no justice to the situation. When you knew he wouldn’t respond, you sat yourself down on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest.

Eventually, Sang-Woo approached you, sitting himself right besides you. “If you had the opportunity to save me…would you?” his voiced was soft and endearing. He placed his arm around your shoulder.

“Yes.” You didn’t even think twice your response.

“Then why do you judge me for something you would’ve done yourself? You only feel guilty because of the emotional attachment, but had you not known him, you probably wouldn’t even thought twice at what I did.” His voice gave out wisdom, but your face layed with confusion. I mean yeah, you’re going to feel guilty betraying someone you have a connection with vs someone you don’t. He’s just stating the obvious.

Before you could respond the rest of the survivors finally arrived, making it just four people left alive. Yourself, Sang-Woo, Gi-hun, and Saebyeok. The night was approaching, and you knew the final game was arriving. Your anxiety was becoming unbearable, that you couldn’t even sleep. Sang-Woo was resting besides you, and you looked at him what seemed to be the only moment of peace he’s had since the beginning of the game. You fiddled with your engagement ring; you couldn’t help but wonder if marrying someone as ruthless as he was? Granted he did it to save your life, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it came down to the two of you, would he have brutally tricked you to save his own life? Maybe not, maybe so. But the hypothetical thought brought you to shivers. You didn’t want to know, but you’ll soon find out.

It seems that Saebyeok was also awake, because she saw you fiddling with your engagement ring. She quietly walked over to your side of the bed. Waving a hand in order to not startle you, she wanted to ask if you were okay, but the answer was obvious. “Are you ready for the final game?” she whispered. Once again Saebyeok knew the answer, nobody ever felt ready, but she wanted to create conversation in hopes to ease out your nerves.

“As ready as I can be. Any guesses on what the next game might be?” you asked hopelessly.

“Considering it’s the last game, probably something that requires 3 of us dead.” Saebyeok instantly regretted her words once she realizes that you were slightly scared by her words. “I-I mean, who knows. Maybe that won’t be the case.” She stumbled over her own words.

“I really enjoyed our time together.” You knew she was most likely right. Having one survivor win the game felt the most realistic. You looked around the room, realizing that this would be the last moment you saw any of them alive. You knew better than to think you’d survive this game.

“I appreciate your kindness…You always had my back, even with the way I treated you.” Her voice was filled with forgiveness, when she first met you, she was cold towards you, yet you were nothing but kind.

“Well, you can repay me” you told her playfully. “If you win, you’ll have to take care of my cat.” You smiled at her.

She smiled back at you for a bit, then her face went back to sadness. “Will you take care of my brother…if you win?”

You gave her a hug “Of course.”

***

The walk towards the next game made you so anxious you felt like you could throw up. Your head was dizzy, and you couldn’t walk straight. Sang-Woo picked up on that and slide an arm around your waist to keep you stable.

You arrived to a luminated room, there was no intricate designs, or crazy sets. Just an empty room, with a gun on a pillar with a red velvet cushion beneath it.

“The rules are simple; three survivors are required for the game to be complete. Kill off one remaining member of the group, using the gun provided. The gun has 3 bullets however, use it wisely. You have 10 minutes. If all members remain after the timer is up, all will be eliminated.”

As soon as the voice finishes, a timer appears beginning to count down. Everyone froze, nobody knew who was going to go first, and grab the gun. Neither did they know who’d be killed off. It was already clear to Gi-Hun that there was a disadvantage. You were sided with Sang-Woo as his fiancée, and Gi-Hun overheard your conversation with Saebyeok. So, at the very least there was an alliance there.

Sang-Woo was the first to walk towards the gun, then Gi-Hun both you and Saebyeok were frozen in your place having no idea what the fuck to do.

Sang-Woo was able to grab the gun off of the piler, just for it to slip out of his hand. Saebyeok ran towards the direction in which the gun fell from the floor. Gi-Hun pushed her which led her to fall harshly onto the floor. Saebyeok let out a harsh groan from the fall, you ran over towards her direction to check on her. You felt like you weren’t built for this battle. You had no clue what you were going to do. “Are you alright?” You asked leaning down to her level on the floor. She looked at you in disbelief “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Go fight.” She shouted at you.

Meanwhile Sang-Woo and Gi-Hun were both struggling with tackling each other. You realized that they were fighting to put each other down, then grabbing the gun. You ran to go pick it up, then Gi-Hun released himself off of Sang-Woo and ran towards you. His hands were now on top of your own, battling for the dominance of the gun. Sang Woo ran to grab Gi-Hun off you, and Saebyeok ran to do the same. Just as when Sang-Woo was able to pull Gi-Hun off your body, Gi Huns finger was still around the trigger unintentionally rather he just wanted to have a better grip. As both Saebyeok and Sang-Woo successfully pulled Gi-hun off you, his hand slips over the trigger, and sends a bullet directly into your stomach.

Your screams were loud, if not louder than the gunshot itself. Everyone froze, in disbelief. You were crying in agony, the pain essentially being unbearable. Your body began to tremble at the inescapable pain as a hole was sliced through your organs. The gun had fell to the ground and Gi-Hun quickly began to apologize, his survival instincts override his brain, he felt nothing but guilt. Sang-Woo looked at him with nothing but blood. And he grabbed the gun off the ground.

“ASSHOLE!” he yelled, shooting the second gun aimlessly, as did Gi-Hun before, hitting Gi-Huns foot. Gi-Hun screamed aggressively falling to the ground. The gun dropped near your face and Sang-Woos hands trembled as he looks at your helpless body. Saebyeok face was covered in shock, she couldn’t believe what was going on.

“Baby… Oh my god.. Baby say something.” Sang-Woos face was teary, he couldn’t keep his eyes open to see your face as they were filled with waves of tears. He held your bleeding body tightly to his own, rocking your dying body back and forth. You took your free less weakened hand and grabbed the gun. And pulled it behind your back. Going unnoticed by San-Woo.

“Please, please just fucking speak to me.” His shaky voice cracked mid-sentence. “The game isn’t over love.” You croaked out. “There’s still 3 minutes left.”

He didn’t listen to your words despite having begged you to speak merely seconds ago.

“Baby... Y/N.. baby I love you so much. So fucking much. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. For Ali, for everything. I need you; I fuck..I can’t do this without you. We were supposed to get married- We-“

He felt something slip into his pockets and slowly let you go to see what it was; it was your engagement ring. He scrunched his hands at the sight. “No-“

“Remember earlier, when you asked if I would save you? Well, it’s my turn baby.” Your voice was disappearing as the pain consumed your body. “Take care of Saebyeok will you? Make sure Gi-Hun spends his money wisely, and please take care of the cats” you tried to be humours, yet no laughs were met.

Saebyeok was on the other side of the room due to her checking on Gi-hun, and your words were finally clicking in for her. She began running towards your direction “Y/N NO” she practically screamed.

“I love you Woo.” Sang-Woo’s brain froze as you proceeded to pull the gun to your head. Without hesitation clicking the gun, sending the bullet directly into your brain. With 30 seconds left on the clock, you were declared dead.

Saebyeok stopped in her tracks and fell to her knees, in tears. Gi-Hun face was plastered with disbelief, and Sang-Woo, was emotionless. His last 24 hours with you, was spent breaking your heart. Turning you against your own friend and arguing away your final moments together. The last moment of happiness you had together was hours before you both joined the game, when he got on his knees and asked you to be the one to spend eternity together.

Unfortunately, eternity meant 96 hours and 10 minutes.

[d4ncingque3n]

Traitor

Paring: Sang-Woo x GN! Reader

Fandom: Squid Game

Summary: Y/N had stuck with Sang-Woo through the good and the bad, but when that very man that they swore to love forever was faced with a choice of life and death, did he choose the right one? (inspired by "traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo)

Warnings: major character death, mentions of gunshots and violence (no graphic depictions)

A/N: low key hate how this turned out but here it is anyway <3

Y/N and Sang-Woo had met long before the games had started, back when he had just started out on a then promising career in business. Back then he was still a struggling to rise up in the ranks, and had to stay with his mother.

As for Y/N, well Y/N was a hopeful young soul who's smile lit up a room. They had been visiting his mother's shop, doing their weekly errands and had run into the man. A small smile and a formal greeting was all that was exchanged, yet something in him had been sparked.

And over time, they grew to become close friends which blossomed into something much more wonderful.

The only problem was that Sang-Woo much too ambitious. When he had a goal he was hellbent on achieving it no matter the cost. Which caused him to gather a rather large amount of debt.

By that time the two were in a steady relationship. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Y/N, but would he even be able to give them a life?

He tried hiding it, he did. The man was always good at hiding emotions. But Y/N wasn't dumb, and he knew that they would find out eventually.

So when that unavoidable day came he braced himself for the screaming, the yelling of how he betrayed them. But it never came. Rather they hugged him, and his broken down form, promising that they would find a way to get out of this together. They told him that Sang-Woo could never betray them. And when asked why they hadn't got angry they laughed and replied "I love you too much to ever get mad at you."

During the games, they stood by him in everything. From his decisions to his strategies. "Numbers 218 and 219 against the world" they would joke. Y/N was the beacon of hope that kept Sang-Woo going. The light in the dark world that they had been thrown in.

So when they were pit against each other in a game of marbles, he made the worst decision he'd ever made.

"Sang-Woo?" Turning his head towards Y/N, his brown eyes met theirs.

Tears streamed down their face, rocks in hand. But they just smiled, like that day so many years ago when they had met.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to run back to them. He wanted to apologize and say that it was a stupid decision he had just made minutes ago. But the guard just shoved him to keep walking. So he did.

And with a choked out sob, Y/N said one final thing "I love you Sang-Woo"

BANG

He didn’t cheat, but he was still a traitor.

[dean-samw67]

Can you write a angst fic about Sang-woo’s S/O going into the games instead of him and returning as the winner? My first time asking so I hope you don’t mind!

(Uh hell yes. I love this idea! Thank you for the suggestion! Hope you enjoy it!)

Finally Home

Cho Sang-woo x GN! Reader

Warnings ⚠️⚠️: angst

Words: 557

Sang-woo's POV:

They haven't been home for a week. No call. No message. No letter. Nothing. Did they abandon me? I tried to give them everything I could. Or what if something really bad happened to them? God that hurt just to think about. The door opens and I jolt up to see Y/n walking in.

My eyes widen as I take in the fact that they were beat up and bruised. Their hand was wrapped up and they appeared to be limping. Instead of them looking at me with their normal, bright smile they were just staring at the ground.

"Where were you? Why didn't you say anything?" I rush over to them. They just keep their eyes on the ground. "What happened to you?" No response. Instead they lean into me and start to cry into my chest. I wanted to be mad for not hearing from them but those cries... They were an awful sound to hear. I encase their body in my arms and kiss their head.

"Shhh..." I coo. What happened to them?

"Please. Please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry." They sob.

"Where were you?" I rock them as I stroke their back.

"I was at these games... I knew how badly we needed money so I got this offer and thought it would be helpful. They killed everyone. They had no mercy. Anyone who failed to follow rules died." They grip onto me tightly.

"What?" They sounded crazy but from the way they talked seemed like they weren't lying. I knew when they would lie to me.

"It was awful Sang-woo. I barely made it out." They whisper.

"It's okay. You're out. That's what matters. How about I run you a bath?" I suggest. "Hmm?" I hum. They just nod in response. I lead them into the bathroom and sit them on the closed toilet seat. I turn on the water an make it warm before putting the drain cover. I let the water fill up. I turn to Y/n who is nude and looking in the mirror with tear filled eyes. They were covered in blood and dirt. They had cuts all over. Their hand was still wrapped up and their ankle was wrapped as well. I walk towards them and place my hand carefully on their back. They jump and look at me with wide eyes.

"It's okay. It's just me." I reassure.

"Do you want to take these off." I gesture to their hand and ankle.

"I guess..." They mumble. They sit back down. I turn off the water before I get down in front of them and take their hand into mine. I slowly unwrap it to reveal a stab mark on their hand. It looked pretty bad. I help clean it and rewrap it. I then move to their ankle. I unwrap that as well. It was cut up and swollen. I clean this as well.

"We'll have these looked at tomorrow okay?" I say. They nod. I lead them to the tub and help them carefully in. The whimpers of pain they make breaks my heart to pieces.

"I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" I cup their cheek.

"I just disappeared and then come back like this." They sigh.

"It's okay. Just relax. I'll take care of you." I promise.

"I love you." They lean into my touch.

"I love you." I kiss their head. I'm so glad they were finally home.

(I apologize for it being so short. I tried my best 🧡)

[ahsxual]

This Wasn't Supposed To Happen...

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x Fem!Reader

Summary: The reader and Sang-woo had a one night stand. However, things didn't go as planned... or maybe they did.

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Request: Yes, by @kittyreads4u

Warnings: pregnancy, swearing, mentions of anxiety, probably some grammar errors

Word Count: 1,6k

A/N: Omg guys, I loved writing this so so much!! Thanks for requesting this @kittyreads4u, I hope you enjoy it! Have a nice day my friends, luv y'all <3

You never thought you would end up in this situation: hopeless, frustrated... and pregnant.

It was supposed to be just a lovely night, full of lust and desire between you and Sang-woo, the man who you deeply fell in love with. You didn't know how to tell him: you were too afraid to discover what his reaction would be. Was he going to leave you alone with an innocent baby?? Was he going to support you no matter what and stay by your side? Was he going to ignore you and pretend you never existed? Sang-woo is an unpredictable man, and those terrifying thoughts were what caused your anxiety to take control over you.

"This can't be happening..." you repeated over and over again, wishing nothing more then to wake up from this terrible nightmare. Right now, only you and your positive pregnancy test were the ones who knew about your pregnancy, and you wanted to keep it that way... But you couldn't. You had to tell him: it would be an unfair and imature gesture of you, and it is extremely wrong hiding a child from his own father.

You gripped your positive pregnancy test with such force, that you almost broke the fragile object in two pieces; you were sitting on the hard toilet lid while your head was turned down and your eyes were tightly closed; your cold, yet sweaty hands were on top of each knee of yours, and silence was your only company inside your dark bathroom. You kept thinking about your future nonstop: about your baby, about your radical life change... about creating a life beside your lover's side, who happens to be the father of your child.

Hours had passed and you barely moved from the place you were standing at, your back aching so much and your head feeling like it was going to explode any minute... That's when you realized you couldn’t do this alone and had to do something about it. Right now.

"Hello?" you heard his voice, his sweet, yet deep voice that gives you butterflies every time you hear it. You stood in silence, crying and suffering quietly, but Sang-woo knew better: he knew you better than you knew yourself, so of course he noticed your devastating state. "Y/N, what the hell happened? Did someone hurt you??" he cared about you. He truly did. And by that simple question, a small amount of hope shined through your heart and mind.

"N-no, no one hurt me... I just... need you here... please Sang-woo..." this time, you couldn't hide your fear from him, your voice and loud cries being the heartbreaking proof that you where in your worst state. You didn't hear anything for a few seconds, making you believe that that was the end, when suddenly your heard him once again.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes. Just hold on." and then he hung up. A sight of relief rushed over your body, but you were still far from being relaxed. You hadn't processed yet what you were going to say to him: he didn't even know that you love him, and now you're going to tell him that you are also pregnant of his child?? It was too much to you, and you deeply believed that it would be too much for him as well.

Eight minutes passed when you heard someone knocking desperately on your door. You couldn't wait any longer, so you ran to the front door and opened it as fast as possible, only to see an incredibly worried Sang-woo standing in front of you. His heart broke in million pieces the moment he saw your shocking figure: your hair was disheveled and your eyes were extremely red; your baggy clothes were a sign that you were too upset to even dress nicely to him, and that's when he knew something was really wrong. After what seemed like an eternity, he came to you and hugged you so hard that you could swear he was going to crush all your bones because of his tight embrace. His large chest was really warm, probably because he was running to you, and for a moment you felt like you were in heaven. There is no other place that brings you so much peace and comfort than your secret lover's arms and strong torso. And if you even think about it, that was probably the first time he hugged you... and holy damn, if it wasn't the best feeling you ever felt.

"Come here sweetie, let me help you." he picked you in bridal style before closing your front door with his right foot. You placed your weak arms around his broad shoulders, while your head was placed on the crock of his lightly sweaty neck, which you didn't mind at all. He gently sat on the sofa to not cause you any discomfort, and kept you in the same comfortable position, without saying a single word, until you calmed down. You took this chance to smell his fragrant perfume; the way he breathed so slowly, yet so deeply in order to control himself and stay strong for you; the way he held you on his lap so firmly, like he was terrified of letting you go. All those little details were the ones that made you fell even harder for him, making you question yourself how would you live without him if he choses to leave. All those thoughts invaded your mind over and over again without showing any mercy to your mental health, when you finally heard him mutter something under his breath, in a very low tone.

"Would you mind telling me what happened? And why are you in such pain?" you slowly looked up at him, meeting his eyes for the second time of that cold, dark night, and noticed how your feelings really affected him too, once you saw his teary eyes staring at you, waiting for a honest, straight answer. You got up from your comfy position to think better about your answer, without feeling the pressure of Sang-woo's eyes burning into yours. He felt uncomfortable and a little disappointed the moment he lost your physical touch, but you didn't paid too much attention to that detail. Right now, you had a lot to think about in a very short amount of time, since you couldn't let the tall man besides you suffer in antecipation.

"I'm pregnant." you stated as fast as you could, so this situation could end as soon as possible. Your eyes were closed and your expression was blank, the only possible thing to be heard being the loud and unbearable silence that was installed in the living room. You didn't dare to look at Sang-Woo, too afraid to see his reaction towards such a delicate situation. Minutes passed by and nothing changed: your anxiety started to grow up inside you at a fast pace, while it consumed the remaining energy you had left inside your body. But before you could cry, you felt a pair of big, strong hands grabbing your face in place. You jumped at the sudden and unexpected physical contact, making you have no other choice than to look up at him. When you opened your eyes, you saw a silent crying Sang-woo with wide-open red eyes looking at your owns, looking like he was trying to find your sweet, peaceful soul back. You glared at him in return with burning eyes, noticing how hard he was bitting his dry lips while painfully clenching his jaw, so he could hold his cries and remain strong for you.

"You know what?" he started, his voice trembling more than he expected. "I know exactly what you are thinking about. And I can't decide what hurts me the most: seeing you hurt, or the fact that you dared to think for a single fucking second that I would leave you alone with our child." this isn't the Sang-woo others knew: he is a selfish, rude and cold-hearted man in everyone's eyes, but for you... he was nothing but the most caring and protective man you have ever been with. You felt ashamed for him to discovered the truth: how could you forget that he was such a intelligent and insightful man? But none of that mattered now: suddenly, you started crying harder, but this time from pure relief and hope.

"I'm so sorry Sang-Woo, I was so fucking scared to lose you... I love you with all my forces and the truth is that I can't stand the thought of living a happy life without you... I loved you for such a long time, yet I never had the courage to confess my love to you... and then this happened. I just freaked out..."

"Don't talk like our son is just a mere accident! We caused that pregnancy, and now we are taking the responsibility of taking that child the better way we know!" his tone was harsh and loud, yet you knew his intentions were good and that he was right. You weakly smiled at him, since you had no energy left to reply to him. He noticed how tired you were, and hugged you one more time before kissing your head with a kiss full of love and respect for you. He didn't say he loved you back yet, but you knew that isn't his love language: his actions speak way louder and mean way more than 3 simple words.

"We are in this together, ok? I would never let you do this alone, never." and that's when you realized that a new phase of your life was about to start... an important phase where your soulmate would be apart of, to comfort and love you until the end of your days, for the rest of your lives.

[gihunscumsock]

~~Sang-Woo and Ali Abdul react to injury~~

~~~Hi! I’m gonna try to finish an ask every day now that I have the next 4 or 8 weeks off! (yes I’m missing my job LMFAO) This ask was made by @sassysamanthie !! As always, thank you for all the support!!~~~

~~~~~~~~~~~~Cho Sang-Woo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

.I honestly think he’d be an ass at first

.Scolding you for you’re mistakes or whatever led you to getting hurt

.Would soon feel bad and start comfort mode

.Asking if you need anything or anyone

.He would be an ass to everyone who would even dare try to tell you to get over it or calm down

.Staying by you’re side until you tell him to leave. (you never do)

.Gives the BEST comfort/protection cuddles

.whispers sweet words to calm you down

.He is also amazing at cleaning and tending to wounds if needed

.Very gentle and careful with you no matter what

.Will stay with you though the night without sleeping himself, staying awake to watch you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ali Abdul~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

.Would immediately go into worried panic-

.Running over to you as fast as his legs could take him

.Gets rather emotional

.Holds you tightly for the next couple days

.Treats your wounds with soft hands at all times

.Kisses you all better

.Stays up watching you in worry

.Worry cuddles ALL THE TIME AFTER

[dreamyfreak]

Sali gif pack pt. 1

"Now that I'm working with you, I feel like we could win."

[lokischocolatefountain]

Smoker’s Heart

Chapter 1- Stage 1A

Chapter Warning: Consensual non-con, choking, smoking, writing on the body, name-calling, humiliation, face slapping, gender roles, masturbation, anal sex, sexting

Navigation: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Fandom: Squid Game

Pairing: Cho Sang-Woo x Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ but has a lot of fluff)

Word count: 7.3k (sorry?)

Summary: Cho Sang-Woo, chronic smoker, knows the smoker's lung too well. It's dark, mottled and hyperinflated. A smoker’s lungs function better 2 weeks to 3 months after his last cigarette. The lungs can clean itself 1 to 12 months later. Ten years later, the risk of lung cancer is halved. But, when does the smoker’s heart get better?

A/N: It’s my first fic of the year and oh boy what a way to start a year. I hope you have a good year. I hope you'll be safe and healthy. Unlike Sang-Woo. He’s umm not in the best shape

My phone screen illuminated once again as I tapped on it, smiling as I saw my lock screen— the picture we’d taken on our balcony on our first day living together. I waited as the minutes passed slower than they usually did, taunting and torturing me before finally turning to 07:00 am. It was 09:00 pm back home and I knew she’d be back from work. I dialed her number and put it on loud speaker. It only took one full ring before I heard her sweet voice from the other side of the planet. It warmed my heart that she was just as eager to talk to me.

“Good morning,” she sang as soon as she picked up.

“Good evening, Jagiya… How was work?” I asked, my smile making me sound happier than I was to be so far away from her.

“It was great, actually. It was a rare peaceful day. Nobody died.”

“Good. Good girl.”

“I know. I’m the best. What did you have for dinner last night,” she asked, making me sigh. I hated being asked about food. It was a most unproductive question. Very pointless. Yes, I ate. It’s something I do everyday to stay alive. It was like being asked if I breathed today. And there was the complaining, oh god the complaining. No matter what I ate, she didn’t think it was nutritious enough. She was of the opinion that I didn’t take adequate care of her husband.

“I ate. That’s all you need to know.”

“That’s so rude. I’m just a wife missing her husband, wishing to know if he’s taking care of himself when I’m not there to take care of him.”

“I am taking care of myself. I’ll come home to you in one piece. Happy?”

“Not yet,” she said. I could picture her cute little pout as she said it. “Tell me what you ate.”

“Not pussy, unfortunately,” I said, directing her away from the topic of food.

“Unfortunately?” She gasped dramatically. “So you want to be eating pussy when you’re on the other side of the world where your wife isn’t.”

“You know what I meant. You know I only want you.”

“Good boy,” she breathed into the phone, making me gulp.  

I quite liked it when she praised me. It made me feel all tingly. I did my fair share of the chores? Good boy. I remembered our friend’s birthday? Good boy. It was stupid to expect appreciation for the basic tasks I did at home, but it was much appreciated because I barely got any at work.

“Did you have dinner?” I asked, breaking my own rule regarding food-related questions. I just wanted to know if she ate. She came home much later than I did sometimes, so I cooked and made sure she ate before bed. Without me there, I was worried about whether she was feeding herself. She also tended to not cook when I wasn’t home, claiming that it was boring to cook just for herself.

“No. I’m on a hunger strike,” she mocked, clearly annoyed at my hypocrisy.

I decided to entertain her sarcastic response. “Oh? Why?”

“Because I miss my husband. AndI have decided I will not even touch a morsel of food until he comes back.”

“It's going to take your husband two short weeks to return to you. You must eat.”

“Everything tastes like ash without you here. I won't eat it. You must return at once.”

“Are you buying food from a restaurant? Because your food always tastes good, not like ash.”

“Nothing tastes good without you,” she whined. “Food alone can't nourish me.”

“Oh, Jagiya…” I cooed, opening the gallery on my phone. “We can't have that. Next time, I'll pack you up for my trip along with my clothes,” I teased. The conversation was quite unproductive and silly. I didn’t ever entertain pointless conversations. Until her. With her, I could talk about nothing for minutes.

“Or you could just come back home sooner. We would save the fees on the extra luggage.”

“Oh, I don't mind spending extra on luggage if I can have you here with me. I'll tie you up nicely, make you compact for the suitcase. You look great in ropes so that shouldn't be a problem,” I said, opening the drawer on my desk where I had pictures of her in compromising positions, bound tight by my skilled hands. “And umm I could still get close to the weight limit by not packing you any clothes.”

“It’s like 6 in the morning for you, you pervert!” She exclaimed, making me chuckle. “How are you so horny early in the morning? And so insensitive to my state of starvation. And now you want me to be starving and shivering in the winter cold? What kind of husband are you?”

“Hmm, you are very attractive when you’re shivering under my body…” I punctuated my words with a groan, recalling how I would trap her under my weight as she came down from orgasms I gave her.

“Wow,” she gasped. “That’s it, I’m getting a divorce.”

“Don’t even joke about that. You’re mine” I said, sternly. “I was just proposing a solution, trying to solve my dear wife’s problems. Come with me wherever I go, stay naked throughout, let me feed you nutritious food. And if that doesn't satisfy your appetite, there are other things I can occupy your mouth with. I’ll spare you a blanket if you can be a good girl. I’ll tie you up nicely to my bed, use you whenever I want…”

I flipped through the pictures of her, landing on the picture of her on her knees, her mouth full of my cock and her eyes full of devotion. The next picture was taken shortly after, her pure innocent face covered in my come. Feeling myself getting excited, I threw the pictures back in my drawer.

“That might actually kill me since you’re never home. You’ll forget again that you have a wife pining for you at home and I’ll starve to death. And you’ll come home late and just pass out after eating dinner and smoking and then also working on the weekends. So I’ll die of starvation and not even have a good fuck to show for it.”

I opened my mouth to defend myself, but she interrupted me. “Did you say you’ll spare me a blanket? Just a blanket!? You’re working on Wall Street and all you can give your food-starved, touch-starved wife is a blanket? So cheap.”

“I wouldn’t be passing out at night after work if you gave me something nice to be excited about. Change from your scrubs into a pretty dress and high heels. Greet me at the door on your knees. Do that and I can be more generous about what I’ll let you wear— my shirt maybe, no bra, and have the top three– no, top four buttons undone.”

“The buttons stay done and I’m wearing pants too. I’ll be more generous and doll up for you if you give me a reason to.”

“Is having me as a husband not reason enough?”

She scoffed. “What's so special about having you as a husband? You aren't even here to feed your starving wife. Instead you're plotting to keep me cold and hungry.”

“I'm not planning to keep you cold and hungry. I'm planning to keep you well fed and naked for my pleasure. Feeding me is part of your job and I’d be taking it off your shoulders and feeding you myself. I would just be helping you with your wifely duties. In return, I just want you to put all your energy into your most important duty as a wife.”

“Most important? What would that be?” She asked, her voice dripping with lust.

“Being a good fuck for me.”

“I am a good fuck. A great fuck. You’d know that if you were here.” I could hear the hurt in her voice when she said, “But, I can’t really be of service when you forget about me and fly off to a foreign country every now and then.”

“Jagiya… I miss you dearly,” I confessed. We were trying to have a baby and saving up money to buy a house. So, we’d both been working long tiring hours. Unfortunately for us, my work took me away from home often. I told myself that it was just temporary– that we’d return to normal once we made the downpayment on the house. But as the days passed, it felt like the new normal. “And I haven’t forgotten you. You’re always in my thoughts and I can’t wait to be with you when I’m home. But until then, I have to do this. I should make some money. For our future.”

She sighed and said, “Yeah yeah I know, don't get so crabby. Maybe you should have breakfast early. You sound grumpy. Wear a scarf and an overcoat when you go out. It's really cold there.”

“It is especially cold here today…” I was able to survive with just my suit jacket yesterday, but today it looked like I’d need a sweater and an overcoat.

“I know. I check the weather forecast for New York everyday.”

“You do? That is so sweet in a nerdy way.” She cared. It never failed to warm my heart to be reminded of how much she cared about me. At first, I thought it was just her small-town girl naivety, but her kindness was all her unbridled love for the people in her life.

“Hmm, I know you like being romanced in a nerdy way. Maybe we can talk about our annual household budget over a candlelit dinner?”

I laughed at that and said, “You know me so well. We’re having dinner at Jungsik once I come home, okay?”

“Jungsik is expensive. You don’t have to woo me with a Michelin star restaurant, okay? Just buy me streetfood and fuck me however you like. And please don’t buy me too many gifts like last time. If you have to stay away from me to make money, don’t spend it on gifts. Save it for the house.”

Aish! She was always weird about money. In the early stages of our friendship, I bought her some snacks and she promised to pay me back once she got a job. She still had the receipt six years later even though the ink faded long ago. “It’s not about wooing you. I just don’t want to be one of those men who stop putting effort into their relationship after getting married. The gifts I buy you aren’t expensive enough to make a dent on the house funds. And they’re a way for me to show that I love you.”

“Show who? Not me. I already know you love me. You do it as some weird status symbol thing– putting me in expensive dresses and nice jewelry and showing me off to your colleagues. I’m not gonna lie, it kind of turns me on in a weird way that you want me on display hanging off your arms like I’m just your pretty little thing. But you have to reel in the spending, okay?”

“Okay. What can I buy for you, then? I might go shopping tonight after work. Just tell me one thing you want.”

“What did I just tell—”

“Just one thing, come on,” I begged, interrupting her scolding. She stayed silent for a few seconds and sighed, a sign that she was giving in.

“Fine. Only one thing. Something small. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Oh and don’t buy a pack of cigarettes. I know you’ll use how cold it is as an excuse to smoke.” She knew me well, but she was a bit too late in her warning. She never liked that I smoked. I managed to hide my habit from her for years until she caught me when she moved into my apartment. At first she thought it was sexy, but began pushing me to stop when she realized that it was a habit.

“Yeobo… I already bought a pack. They’re cheaper here. And nicer.” I could’ve easily lied to her, just said okay and ended the conversation. But she hated my lies more than my smoking.

She sighed before saying, “Can you just try the nicotine gum please? I don't care about the nicotine, it's the tobacco that's really really bad for you. I know they have those nicotine gums in America.”

“Okay, I will,” I said, not even believing it myself.

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Her: Are you planning to come home or not?

Me: Stuck in traffic. Maybe you can use this time to look pretty for me?

Her: I already do…

Me: Show me.

Her: You’ll see when you come home

Me: Give me a sample. Please.

My phone dinged as it loaded the picture she sent, stopping my heart as I took in the curves of her body in the red dress I bought her from my last trip abroad. She looked sinful. It was on the slutty side, revealing the curves of her breasts and her beautiful back. She never wore it outside, uncomfortable with how much of her body it exposed. But, she put it on at home just for my eyes. While I liked her in this dress, it was not suitable for what I had planned for her.

Me: I love it. You look like desire personified.

Her: Aww someone’s a little romantic all of a sudden… Missed me too much?

Me: I did. The dress is great, but I want you to wear something else for me.

Her: I like this one. It makes me look sexy

Me: Everything makes you sexy. Like that white dress with the lace you wore to your friend’s birthday. Put that on.

Her: Eh, I’ll pass. I don’t like that dress

Me: I thought you were dressing up for me.

Her: I am

Me: Then wear what I tell you to.

Her: I don’t like that dress anymore! Besides, it’s a cutesy dress. Not a sexy one

Me: Don’t argue with me.

Her: He comes back to Seoul and goes straight to work, neglects his wife he hasn’t seen in one and a half months and has the audacity to tell her to change her outfit after she spent an hour getting ready for him 🙄

An hour? I suddenly felt a little guilty. I just showered at the airport before work and washed my face with hand soap in my office bathroom.

Me: Yes. I do what I want. And you do what I tell you to. Change.

Her: No. I already put on my make up and I’ll have to start again for the white dress

Did she do her make up differently for each dress? I had never noticed. So clearly, it wouldn’t affect me if her make up didn’t match her white dress.

Me: Not my problem. Change or else.

Her: Or else what

Me: I won’t let you cover up the bruises I leave on your body when I fuck you today

Her: Oh? You’ve been neglecting me for so long. I doubt you still remember how to leave bruises on my body

Me: I haven’t forgotten anything. But it seems you don’t remember how to be respectful to your husband.

Her: 🙄 That’s your fault, Oppa. If you want me to know my place, you should put some effort into showing me my place

Me: Or you can simply listen to your husband. Make my life easy.

Her: Where is the fun in that?

Me: It’s fun for me. I love it when you do things without me having to tell you.

Her: I also love it, but you still don’t buy the groceries without me telling you 100 times. I’ll start being an obedient little wife when you can buy tomatoes without reminders from me 🙄

Me: You know I don’t suffer brats. Do what I say. End of discussion.

Her: 😑 fine. This better be good or I’ll be so pissed

I smiled at the text and scrolled up to see the picture she sent me again. God, she was a sight. Either she’d grown more beautiful in the time I was away or being separated from her for a month made me more desperate to have her. All those lonely nights in my hotel room wanking off to pictures of her were torture. We spoke on the phone, of course. But nothing compared to the closeness I felt with her when we fucked.

I took a drag of my cigarette and rolled down a window as I fantasized about her in the white dress. She better have listened to me. If she didn’t, it was her loss.

The traffic moved slowly and it felt like I would never reach home, but by some miracle I finally did. My eyes fell on our bedroom window as I counted the notes in my wallet to pay the driver. There she was, waving at me from the window, my dutiful wife in the beautiful white dress I asked her to wear. Seeing her put a smile on my face immediately. I hurried the counting and gave my driver the cash, not bothering to wait for the change or thank him for driving me through all that traffic. I dragged my suitcase to the front door, reaching just in time for her to open the door.

The white lace hugged her body tight until it reached her waist from where it flared out. If she twirled, she’d look like a beautiful doll you would buy for a child. Her makeup was light and that was about everything I could say about it. She looked so sweet, so pure in the dress that hid her sinful body so well. Anyone who saw her on the streets dressed like this wouldn’t take her for the kind of woman who would pose nude for her husband to take pictures to wank off to.

She leapt into my arms and I wrapped my arms tightly around her. I hummed in relief as I breathed in the familiar scent of her perfume, finally feeling relaxed and at home. I loved the work I did. It gave me purpose, the drive to achieve and climb the ladder. But, after a long day’s work– a month and a half in this case– there was nothing better than coming home to my wife.

“I missed you so much,” I said, placing a kiss on her head.

She looked up from my chest, giving me a sweet smile. “I missed you too, Oppa.”

I bent down to kiss her, but she recoiled and pushed at my chest.

“Come on, give me a kiss,” I said, pulling her close to me but she attempted to wriggle out of my arms.

I brought my lips close to her again, but she turned her head away. “You smell of cigarettes. Like you smoked every single pack they had in America.”

“It was a stressful day. I was angry that I couldn’t come home straight to you after missing you for so long,” I said, caressing her hair.

“Yeah, that’s not going to work on me. And everyday is stressful for you. Go shower,” she said, walking away, depriving me of the kiss I was looking forward to ever since our last one from a month and a half ago.

“I’ll go shower after you kiss me,” I grumbled, grabbing her by her wrist. She tried to shrug me off, but I tightened my grip on her.

“I’ll kiss you after you shower,” she said, turning around to burn holes into me with her eyes.

I tugged her towards me, grabbed her by her throat and slammed her against the wall. She shoved at my chest, but her strength was nothing compared to mine as I claimed her lips in a kiss. As hard as I tried, she refused to kiss back. I bit her bottom lip and she cried out, giving me room to slip my tongue into her mouth.

With no response from her, I pulled back and glared at her. “You’re going to deny me a kiss?”

“I don’t want to kiss you,” she mewled, struggling to speak with my hand around her throat. I loosened my grip enough to let her speak, but not so much so that she wouldn’t feel my authority. “But I think you should kiss me anyway.”

A guttural growl escaped my throat, making her flinch. “You don't get to tell me what I should do with you. Your job here is to just shut up and be a good set of holes for me to take. Is that understood?”

She cowered under my gaze, too stunned to speak. She gasped as I choked her harder. Her dainty hands came up to her throat and tried futilely to pry my hand away.

She flinched as I screamed, “Is that understood?”

“Please don't do this... let's... let's talk. Please,” she stammered over her words.

I tilted my head slightly and gave her an unamused smile. “Maybe that's the problem… I let you talk too much and you start thinking you’re allowed to talk back to me.”

Her voice lowered to a whisper as she pleaded, “Please, no…”

“Shh... Now, be a good girl for me.”

“Please, don't do this. I'll do what you say, just don't do this.”

“It's a bit too late for that. Now, shut up like I told you to or you'll make me angrier.”

“Don’t hurt me, please,” she said, rooted to the spot with her back to the wall, her eyes looking around frantically. I took her hand in mine and gave it a squeeze. She squeezed back, letting me know it was alright to proceed. It was our mechanism for us to let each other know during such sexual adventures that we were still comfortable with what was going on. If she squeezed my hand back, we were good to go. If she didn’t, I stopped everything. We had safewords, but we had this too.

I traced the lacy neckline of her dress with my index finger, enjoying her trembling under my touch. There was an innocent little pink ribbon fashioned into a bow at the center in between her breasts. It made the modest dress look even more innocent. Above the ribbon rested the heart-shaped pendant I gifted her for our first wedding anniversary. I flipped the pendant to its backside, revealing the engraving of my name. Mine.

I brought both hands to the center of her dress and pulled it apart with all my strength, making her gasp as the dress ripped in the center. I tugged harder, making the tear deeper until her bra was exposed to me.

“That was a nice– aah!” she cried as I slapped her on the cheek.

“So irreverent,” I mumbled, stroking her cheek with my thumb. She pouted up at me, her eyes brimming with tears. “I bought you the dress and I’ll do whatever I want with it,” I said, reaching into her bra and pushing the cups aside to expose her breasts. I took my phone out of my pocket and took a few pictures of her in her state between innocence and slutty. It would be a great help when I next travel.

“Were you a good girl when I was gone?” I asked, lifting her chin up to meet my eyes.

“Yes, Oppa,” she said, nodding.

“Look at you, lying to me without hesitation,” I said through gritted teeth, slapping her again. She gasped and struggled in my grip, her tears now escaping her eyes and running down her cheeks. My cock twitched as I took in the sight of my innocent little wife so deliciously exposed and so in fear of what I would do to her.

“I’m not lying, I promise.”

“You’re sure?” I raised an eyebrow at her as I bunched up the skirt of her dress around her waist. I let my hand travel up her legs slowly, barely touching her yet making her shiver. I touched her through her panties, finding her wet and ready for me. “Liar,” I said, slipping her panties aside and feeling her deliciously wet cunt.

“What did I tell you?” I asked, slipping a finger inside her.

“Not to touch myself.”

“And what were you doing?”

“I just wanted to be ready for you,” she whined defensively, earning another slap. Her cunt clenched around my fingers and I slapped her a few more times to savor the feeling.

“You’re lying again. Why didn’t you kiss me if you really were preparing your cunt for me, huh?” I asked, wiping the slick from one pair of her lips on her other.

“I want you, but not like this…please. Please just shower. I hate the cigarette smell.”

“Oh?” I said, reaching into my pocket and retrieving my lighter and a cigarette from the pack I brought back from my trip. I forced the lighter into her hand and slipped the cigarette between my lips and gestured with my eyes to light it for me. When she hesitated, I squeezed her neck, reminding her of what I would do if she did not follow my orders.

My hand left her throat and took her hand, squeezing once again to check if she was okay with my demand. She had told me several times that it was unnecessary for me to check so frequently, that she would use her safeword if I happened to cross a line, but I needed to check for my own peace of mind. Especially with such extreme play. She quickly squeezed back before lighting my cigarette.

I sucked on it, blowing the smoke out without inhaling any. She wrinkled her nose and turned her head away from me. I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me before blowing out more smoke in her face. “Do you have something to say?” I asked before slipping it back between my lips. I smirked down at her as she shook her head and gave me a drunken smile.

I unbuckled my belt with one hand and pulled it off my pants. I passed the metal end behind her neck and let the buckle rest on her throat before passing the other end through it, creating a makeshift collar and leash. I tightened it around her before pulling her along with me towards the sofa. I sat back comfortably as she kneeled at my feet, her eyes begging to be let go.

“Is my smoking such a turn off?” I asked after blowing a puff of smoke in her direction.

Her shoulders slumped and she shook her head.

“Good. Continue with what you were doing before I came home,” I said, finding her cunt with the tip of my shoe. “I want to see what’s so good about touching yourself when I explicitly forbid you.”

“Oppa…please,” she begged, her voice choking with emotion. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

“What are you so afraid of? I just want to know. Go on, fuck yourself for me.”

She reached under her skirt and touched herself. I would’ve made her move her skirt to display herself for me, but I liked this better. It retained some of her innocence. My pretty little wife, dress torn, tits out, my belt wrapped around her delicate neck as she touched herself for me to watch— what more could a man want…

“You know how many nights I spent wanking off to you in my room? Thinking about how my obedient wife was depriving herself when I was away? And here you were all along, touching yourself. Breaking the rules, disobeying me. I understand why you want to keep touching yourself. It’s such an agony for me to keep my hands off you. But at some point, you should learn that your cunt is not yours to touch.”

She nodded, her eyes focused on me as her hands went to work under her skirt. I pulled her up by the belt and blew the smoke in her direction. I smiled as she sobbed from the humiliation, her hand moving noticeably faster. More tears flooded out, ruining her mascara as they rolled down her cheeks in dark grey droplets.

She was so good for me, so fucking perfect. She was the intelligent doctor who saved lives, the sweet respectful girl I introduced to my family, the elegantly dressed lady when she accompanied me to work events, the sweet wife who texted me during a busy day at work, the cockslut who begged to be broken and fucked as I liked. She was everything in one diminutive package.

Normally, she would kick me out for smoking at home. But now, she was getting off to me blowing smoke in her face. Perfect package, indeed.

I freed her necklace from under my belt and took another look at my name on the pendant. Her friends thought it was the most romantic thing that I presented her with a pendant with my name on it. Each time they did, she was reminded of the actual reason she had it on— because I wanted anyone who looked at her to know who she belonged to. I wanted them to take a look at the hickeys she tried so hard to cover, look at my name around her neck and know to whom she afforded the privilege.

“God, I can fucking smell your desperate cunt. Says something about your little drama about hating it when I smoke. You love it, don’t you? You love it when I smoke around you.”

She whimpered a meek, “No.” I threw my head back in laughter at her defiance.

“Stubborn bitch,” I said, still smoking. I dropped the belt to the floor but kept my hold on it under my shoe. I used my free hand to grab her breast, and fondled it lazily. I blew one last cloud of smoke in her face before I inhaled the smoke fully. I took her free hand and placed it on my cock. The expert that she was, she wrapped her delicate hand around me, stroking so lightly that I wasn’t in danger of coming but with enough pressure for me to feel good. Her hand on my cock combined with the smoke in my lungs was enough to relax me.

I found my foot on uneven ground and looked down to see the marker we used for writing down our chores on the whiteboard. Grinning, I bend down to pick it up. A smile slowly built up on her lips as I uncapped the marker.

I pulled her closer and she closed her eyes, her knowing smile letting me know she had guessed exactly what was coming. I took the tip of the marker to her chest, enjoying as the ink glided over her beautiful skin to spell out ‘Sang-woo’s slut’. My name looked quite good on her breasts. I took to the other side and scribbled out ‘Disobedient Whore’, smiling as I admired my work.

I alternated between inhaling the smoke and exhaling into her face, taking a few pictures of her here and there to document how stunning she looked. Her moans grew louder as I showed her the pictures. Behind the last cloud of smoke, her face contorted in pleasure.

I put my cigarette out in the glass of water on the side table and pushed her to lie down. I spread her legs apart and hiked her skirt up before prying her hand off her cunt. She cried and tried to free her hand from my iron grip, but I did not relent. With my other hand, I touched her, feeling just how sopping wet she was before slapping her cunt. She yelped and closed her legs, locking her knees together to keep me from hitting her again. I forced her legs apart effortlessly. A few more slaps to the disobedient hole and her building orgasm crashed and ruined, giving her just a glimpse of what she could have had as it fizzled out into an unsatisfying end.

“Were you going to come? Were you going to come, breathing in the smoke I blew out?” I taunted, pinching her swollen clit between my thumb and index finger, making her kick her legs around in pain.

“Nooo!” She screamed as I pinched her again.

As I felt around under her skirt, my hand caught something unexpected and cold. I ran my fingers over it tentatively as I tried to discern just what it was. I pulled at it and she hissed through gritted teeth. “What a lovely surprise,” I drawled, leering at her.

“Please don’t,” she whimpered, clenching her ass as I tried to remove the plug.

“How can I not when you’ve prepared your holes so well for me, hmm?” I taunted, pushing and pulling the plug. We’d been dating only for a few months when we were talking about what we’d like in bed as we watched porn together. After some teasing and persuading, she buried her shy smile in my chest and mentioned that she was interested in anal. Her confession aroused me so much that I couldn’t resist breaking the law.  I managed to sneak the buttplug into the country when I was coming back home from the US some years ago.

“Please…” she whimpered, her thighs still shaking from her ruined orgasm. “You can’t do this to me, please. I’m your wife…”

“Hmm, I am allowed to do this because you’re my wife.”

“Not now, please… Not like this. I’ll let you take me later, just not now.”

I snorted. “Let me? Who are you to let me?” I asked flipping her over and positioned her with her ass exposed to me. She wriggled out of my grasp and ran to our front door. I caught up to her and held her back by her leash.

“You‘re going to run away?” I mocked her with a pout and tugged my belt, letting it choke her. “Are you going to escape? Do you think someone will rescue the slut with her tits out for everyone to see? They might just take a piece of you for themselves. Will you go to the police? Complain about your husband? Do you think they’ll believe me, a respectable businessman or the wanton slut who has her ass plugged? And my name is right there on your body… They might just return you to me, ask me to take better care of my property.” I said as I moved my hands up the belt, pulling her closer the farther above I got. I uncapped the marker with my teeth and spat out the cap.

She slid down to the floor as she sobbed, hugging her knees to her chest and hiding her face from me. I didn’t like that… I wanted to see her tears, taste my victory in her submission. I forced her head up and her knees apart. She no longer resisted my touch, letting me move her around and expose her to my eyes. I took the marker to her skin again, writing, ‘If lost, return to Cho Sang-Woo- 011 246 7871’. I forced her up on her feet and unlocked the door. “You are free to go now,” I said, grabbing her by her once perfectly done hair as I opened the door. She hugged me in an attempt to keep herself inside the house as I pushed her out the door. I lifted her up as she accidentally stepped on the threshold. I wasn’t going to stop taking care of her even when pretending to kick her out of our home.

“Come on, get out. Didn’t you want to run?” I asked, tilting her chin up gently.

“I’m sorry,” she wailed, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry— please! Please don’t do this to me.”

“Why not?” I asked, frowning. “Our neighbors would love to see you. I have seen a lot of them drool over you when you walk by. Don’t you always say we should be good neighbors? Let me take the first step, share my toy with them.”

“No, no,” she whimpered, dropping to her knees and hugging my legs. She looked up at me, her eyes begging for mercy. “Please, I beg of you. Please.”

“Aww, how adorable…” I cooed. “Alright then, get the plug out for me,” I said, patting her cheek in a condescending manner.

“No, please. I don’t want to,” she pouted through her tears.

“Aish! I gave you two options, both of which you were prepared for— one, staying put as I take your ass which your have so generously prepared for me. Or two, getting out, which you tried to do only seconds ago. But now you reject both. What am I supposed to do with you?”

“I can’t, please. It’ll hurt,” she mewled, shrinking into herself.

“It will hurt?” I gasped, tilting my head and placing a hand on my heart. “That is quite unfortunate. For you. I think I’ll quite enjoy it. Actually, no. It is very fortunate. I will enjoy it even more knowing that you’ll be in pain. Thank you for letting me know,” I said, pushing her to lie on the rug face-first. I looked down on her, stepping on her ass through her pure white dress as I reached into my pocket for another cigarette. I lit it myself this time and hummed in satisfaction as I felt a faint burn in my lungs from the smoke.

The delicious sound of her sobs accompanied by the nicotine sent a high through my body, making me feel euphoric. I thought she’d stop putting up a fight by now, but she continued wriggling under my shoe and begging to be let go. While I liked breaking her and putting her in her place, I liked it more when she fought uselessly as I took my pleasure from her unwilling body. I took two puffs of my cigarette before I unzipped my pants, freeing my painfully hard cock.

I knelt on the ground, her struggling body trapped between my legs. I squeezed her hand again. Just in case. Just for my own satisfaction. She squeezed back.

She relaxed as I gave her a comforting rub on her back. I pulled the buttplug out gently and it came out with a very faint wet sound that I wouldn’t have heard if she weren’t silent for me. Some of the lube she used to get it in leaked out and I managed to gather some of it, smearing it on my cock before I inserted the tip inside.

She breathed hard and loud in between her sobs. I pulled out, giving her time to adjust before pushing back in slowly. She inhaled sharply and put her hand up. I exhaled the smoke, put my cigarette back between my lips and took her hand.

“Hold me…please,” she whimpered. I obliged, intertwining our fingers. I plucked my cigarette out of my lips and put it out on her dress, making sure it was the floor on the other side and not her body.

“Yes…” I moaned as I felt her walls tightening around my cock as I pushed in and out.  “You like that?”

“No!”

“Good.”

“Stop, please!”

“BEG ME,” I demanded, my nails digging into her plump ass.

“Please, I can’t! It hurts so bad. I— please Oppa, I’ll do anything. Anything but this! Let me go,” she cried, kicking her legs. I turned back swiftly and pushed the glass coffee table behind us out of the way in case she kicked it and hurt herself. I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled hard, making her scream between her sobs. She tightened around me, sending a ripple of pleasure throughout my body. I pulled again and again just to recreate that feeling.

“Good girl, good little fucktoy, cry for me,” I grunted, thrusting in.

She whimpered and whined pathetically into her hand, the muffled sounds encouraging me to thrust harder and faster. Her cries made my cock harder, made me want to hurt her more just for that hit of pleasure I got from her pain. Her sobs for mercy sent a rush of power through my veins.

I bit down on my lip as she clenched around my cock. Her thighs trembled and her cries grew more animalistic before she came down screaming my name. I lied on her, imposing the weight of my body on hers as I grunted into her ear.

“God, what a whore,” I blurted as I thrust in and out. “What kind of woman comes with a cock in her ass? Such a deceptive little bitch, walking around the streets like a good, respectable woman, pretending to be an innocent little thing,” I whispered into her ear as she stared mindlessly into the distance, her body still shivering from the effects of her orgasm. She pushed up against me and I lifted my body off of her for long enough to let her slip a finger inside her cunt.

A soft strangled sound escaped her. “I— I’m respectable! I don’t… I don't like this!”

“Stop lying to yourself. You just came for me. And you’re still touching yourself. A good woman likes to be taken gently on a bed. You like being thrown around and beaten and forced to debase yourself. You’re just a common whore in a pretty dress.”

“Fuuck!”

“What will people think of you when they—” I stopped to catch my breath. “What will they think of the whore who plugs her ass under her pretty lace dress?”

“Sang-Woo!” She mewled, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. Being much younger than I was, she rarely ever said my name. It was always a sweet ‘Oppa’ in front of others and ‘Yeobo’ when in the privacy of our home. Hearing my name from her lips was a rare blessing, a goddamn weapon that she knew how to wield against me.

More pliant from her recent orgasm, she tightened around me quickly, screaming my name again as she came.

My vision faded to black. A fire of desire pooled in my abdomen and muscles tensed up. I knew there was no way for me to stall, no way to extend the euphoria of being inside her as the world disappeared around me and there was just her, still moaning my name in her shaking voice. My lips cried out every expletive it knew as I hit the peak of pleasure and quickly came down, spilling inside her.

I nuzzled my face in her neck, breathing in the intoxicating smell of her perfume combined with our sweat and our lust. I placed a soft kiss on her jaw and she moaned in satisfaction.

I could hear her smile in her voice when she said, “Welcome home, Yeobo.”

I laughed and placed another kiss on her soft skin. “That was a warm welcome. A hot, tight, welcome,” I teased as I rolled off her. She shoved me and hid her face behind her hand, but I could see her shy smile between her fingers.

“I missed you so much.” I took her hand and placed gentle kisses on the back.

“I miss my dress more,” she said, sticking her tongue out at me.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“I don’t want a new one, I want this one.”

“Problem solved, you still have this one. You can wear it out for dinner with me this weekend,” I teased. She gasped, offended, before throwing her hands at me. I pretended to block them, but let her slap me as much as she wanted. They didn’t even hurt.

“About that kiss, Jagiya…” I trailed, leaning in. She grabbed my face and squished my cheeks together before pushing me away. I laughed. Still no kiss then. The woman just let me smoke all over her but wouldn’t give me a goddamn kiss.

“Go brush your teeth, steam engine,” she said, sticking her tongue out.

Fine, I’ll just work for it.

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