#player 218 smut

[k1mbe3rly]

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thrusting up into you

sitting on his face

tying and blindfolding him

making the bed shake

fucking you thru your panties

floor sex

breeding you

giving you what you want

getting your brains fucked out

There’s always time for more

[ferrarifinnick]

THE WOLF | CHO SANG-WOO (PLAYER 218)

pairing: perv!sang-woo x fem!reader summary: it's the ones you least expect that will pray on you. warnings: implied but undescribed smut, manipulation, sexual coercion, perversion, dark themes, age gap (legal! reader in early 20s), naïve reader, father figure as a manipulation tactic. word count: 0.9k

sang-woo sat on the edge of your bunk bed. he followed you back into the hall after the end of the first game, red light green light, without realising, so focussed on your little frame that trembled at every bark of the guards. even now he was towering over your little frame as he sat beside you. he settled into the silence between you. normally he enjoyed silence, but he didn’t want it with the pretty stranger he’d just taken an interest in.

but he didn’t take it personally. you’d each witnessed so many bullets pierce over half of the bodies you’d woken up in the hall with earlier this morning, so it wasn’t surprising that you weren’t feeling chipper.

he glanced down at your lap. your fidgeting hands were trembling, and he wondered if the blood on your skin was yours. he didn’t really care either way, but he wanted you to think he did. so he took your discarded jacket from under your lap and wiped your hands as clean as he could get them.

he didn’t want to stain his own jacket with the blood of strangers.

when he finished doting on you, he hooked your jacket over the side of the bed and only then did he notice the blood on his own hands. it certainly wasn’t his, so he quickly checked your head was still hung before wiping his palms on your jacket, too.

sang-woo then leaned back beside you.

“hey,” he said quietly, as if he didn’t care if you heard him.

you glanced up at him and his heart nearly split in two just like that. your pupils were blown wide, eyebrows knitted together with your bottom lip pouted out. “yes, mister?” he barely caught the squeak of your frightened little voice.

he didn’t fight the urge to scooch closer and wrap an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. “it’s alright, it’s over now. you’re okay,” he cooed, heat rushing into your skin as he rubbed your arm comfortingly.

you immediately melted under his touch and clung onto his shirt, nestling impossibly closer. “i want to go home, sir. i want to see my mother,” you cried into his chest, and he held you tighter.

“you’ll see your mother soon.” he didn’t know why he promised you, only that he did. you relaxed into his touch further and he couldn’t help but add, “i’ve got you for now, til you get home to her safe.”

he worried why you pulled away from his embrace, but his nerves eased as you gazed into his eyes like he’d promised you the world. “really, sir? you’ll look after me?”

sang-woo swallowed the lump forming in his throat. he knew it was wrong, and he blinked and looked away to try to stop it, but all he could think about was you on your knees looking up at him like this. like your saviour. like your ticket out of this nightmare.

he steadied his breathing and glanced back at you. “i will,” he agreed, and wondered if you could sense the battle in his head. so he lied, and he didn’t know why, but he settled on easing any suspicion about his motives by telling you, “you remind me of my daughter.”

your eyes widened and you rested a hand on top of his. he looked down at your entwined fingers, his comically larger than yours.

“oh, sir,” you sighed sympathetically. “you must be really worried about her.”

sang woo nodded, a tight lipped smile forming to please your concern. “yes, i…” he sighed for effect, and continued. “i worry about her a lot,” he said, and glanced from your hands to your face. “if she were in these games, i’d want somebody to be looking out for her.”

the smile spread across your face slowly, lighting up your eyes and suddenly you were glowing. sang-woo thought you looked much more beautiful like this, like you weren’t traumatised.

“just like you’re looking out for me,” you finished his thought, squeezing his hands reassuringly, as if to say you’re such a good man.

but he wasn’t. sang-woo was anything but a good man. he knew it to be true because he didn’t even have a daughter, and if he did, he wouldn’t want her running into a man like him. a man who only wanted one thing.

sang-woo didn’t let himself dwell on what he was or wasn’t. he squeezed your hand and looked you in the eye, channeling all the warmth he could feign as he told you, “why don’t you share my bunk with me tonight? i worry what the men in the room might think to do to a young girl like you when it gets dark.”

if anyone else had said it, maybe you wouldn’t have agreed. maybe you wouldn’t have said, “that’s very kind of you, mister.” and maybe then you wouldn’t have been trapped under his body when the lights went out that night.

and maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t be walking funny when the lights came on in the morning.

in every girl’s life, there comes a day where she learns that men with honeyed words are the ones to trust the least. but not you. the sweet words roll off sang-woo’s tongue like a river, and you drank every drop he gave you.

and every night, when the lights went off, you followed him into his bunk and believed him when he told you he only wanted to keep you safe from the dirty men in the bunks around you. that he was only making sure no man got any sick ideas about you. that he was only slipping himself inside your hole to distract you from your worries of the next games.

that he was only looking after you, just like he’d hope another man would do for his daughter.

i would let this man manipulate me any day of the week with PLEASURE !!! like, comment, and reblog please. love <3

[sensationallysangwoo]

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍: 𝚂𝚞𝚋!𝙲𝚑𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚆𝚘𝚘 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝙳𝚘𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃🩶

🩶*𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘’𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅*

🩶𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝-𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.

🩶𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃!𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚂𝚞𝚋!𝙲𝚑𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘, 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝙳𝚘𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝!𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘, 𝚂𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎-𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝙿𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔!𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘, 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙 (𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙳𝚄𝙻𝚃!)

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🩶Sang-woo’s POV🩶

A sigh escapes my lips as my chest heaves. The tight, sharp ache in my temples throbs as I’m sitting on the couch. My girlfriend is mad at me. We don’t fight very often at all but today, for some reason, every little thing I say or do gets under her skin.

I know she has been stressed out lately due to some family drama. Her mother has been causing problems, specifically. I told her to just tell her to back off. Tell her don’t even bother talking to us if she’s going to be nosey and judgy 24/7. I’m beyond tired of her letting her mother walk all over her and pick on her. It’s getting to a point where it’s affecting our relationship, almost. She did not appreciate my input.

“You act like you know everything Sang-Woo. Not everyone’s as cold as you, you know? It’s my own Mom, okay? I can’t just tell her to back off and never talk to me again.”

“So you’re going to let her keep using you as a doormat? You’re okay with her coming in here and nitpicking and judging you, and me, too? You complain about the way she acts but you don’t want to do anything about it, tell me, why is that? It’s practically your own fault that you keep letting her critique you.”

I felt my face burn as I said that. It’s the truth, though. And people need to be able to handle the truth, plain and simple. Even if it is your own family.

“Why are you such a smartass? Why can’t you just support me and understand me, huh? I can’t just cut her off. I do love her you know..” She huffed.

“Well, it’s true. You gotta face it whether you like it or not. You never stand up for yourself and you just let her pick on you every single day. But whatever. Be miserable.”

Her lack of boundaries frustrates me to no end. She’s so soft-hearted, which is why I love her so much. But she can be too soft-hearted for her own good.

She storms away to the bedroom. I remain on the couch. If she wants to be stubborn, then fine. I said what I said.

I go to the kitchen and start fixing some ramyeon, since she’s so mad at me she’s not going to cook. She comes around the corner silently and starts making herself a cup of tea. “So you’re not going to talk to me huh.” I say, breaking the heavy silence. She glares at me.

“You just don’t wanna know when to keep your mouth shut Sang-Woo.”

“And what if I don’t?”

“What if you don’t? You wanna fucking see what happens if you don’t?”

Her threat excites me. I feel the blood rush to my dick instantly. That familiar throb followed by the feeling of desperation for relief. “What happens if I don’t? What are you gonna do little girl, huh?” I tease back. I really, REALLY want to see what she will do.

“On your knees.” She commands.

Here we go. I’m so fucking horny my head is cloudy. Seeing her pissed off just really, really does something to me.

I drop to my knees obediently. As I’m looking up at her, she takes my cheek in her hand. “You stupid fucking whore. Always running your mouth. I’m gonna shut you up, alright.”

I swallow thickly. No one, absolutely no one on this Earth, could ever know I’m on my knees for a girl over half my age. I have a reputation. But whenever she’s barking commands at me like a dog I can’t help but feel weak in the knees.

She pulls her sweatpants down and grabs a fistful of my hair. “Let me put that mouth to work, you stupid slut. Shut up for once.”

I am painfully hard. It literally fucking hurts. Just the feeling of my pants brushing against my dick is agonizing. I pull my glasses off and instantly bury my face in her perfect pussy. I lap and suck at her clit as she harshly pulls my hair.

“Ughhhh Sang-woo….g-good boy…” she gasps. The praise just makes me even harder somehow. My tongue dances along her folds. She tastes so sweet, so delicate.

“Gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours Sang-woo-ah.” She moans crudely.

I groan at this, licking and sucking on her clit harder and harder until her thighs shake.

I’m licking up every last drop of her juices as she cums fiercely. Making her lose control with my tongue turns me on more than anything.

“Come on. We’re going to the bedroom.”

She pushes me down on the bed roughly. She yanks my pants down and I groan at the cool air hitting my dick. She digs her fingers into my thighs, holding them down roughly as she kisses and bites along my hips, leaving hickies. I’m absolutely dying to feel her hot, wet mouth on my dick.

“P-please..Please…” I choke out. A steady, clear dribble of pre-cum leaks out of my tip. “Please suck it, please.” I beg. If my friends or my colleagues knew I was this pathetic in the bedroom, absolutely no one would respect me. But I just fucking love it.

“Hmmm…should I? Should I suck it, baby? Is that what you want?” She coos as she rubs my tip against her cheek. The friction makes me choke out a sob. “Please…I want you to—AHH.” I can’t even finish my thought as she shoves my cock in her mouth, almost deepthroating it. The pressure and heat feels insane. “I’m gonna fucking cum in your mouth.” I warn her.

She pulls her mouth off my dick at an instant. “What the fuck, already? You’re such a fucking slut. I haven’t even had my mouth on your dick for a whole minute and you’re already gonna bust. This is a punishment so no, you’re not fucking cumming yet.”

All I can do is moan in response. I can’t even form a coherent thought right now. I just want to cum. Suddenly, an idea pops into my head. I should challenge her. I want this to be the best “punishment” yet.

“So that’s all you’re going to do? That wasn’t even a good blowjob.” I sneer.

My smirk is wiped off of my face by a sharp slap on my cheek. It stings in the absolute best way. “Shut up or I’m leaving you with blue balls.”

“You won’t. You want this just as much as I do.”

“Baby, I have a vibrator in the drawer over there. I don’t need you, you fucking dumb whore.”

Suddenly she walks over to the drawer and I think to myself, ah fuck, maybe the backtalk was a stupid idea after all. My balls literally ache. I need to just feel her tight walls around my dick, I need to shoot my cum deep inside her and knock her up, I need to. Fuck.

She pulls out…rope? From the beside table. I have never seen that before.

“Bet you didn’t know I had this, huh. Since you chose to act like a tough guy, this is the consequence you have to face.”

She wraps the rope around my wrists, tying a tight knot. She then fastens my wrists to the bed post.

Now that I have absolutely no freedom, she’s going to tease me til I break. I know it.

She hovers her bare pussy over my dick and I swear I can feel her heat radiating off of it. I buck my hips up, trying to thrust into her but I can’t. I want it so fucking bad.

She laughs at my attempts. “You want this pussy, don’t you, baby? Huh? Let me hear you beg for it. Beg.”

I’ve never ever been this desperate for any woman EVER. “I want to feel your cunt so badly..please…please princess…I want to be deep inside you…Want you to fuck me so hard.. Wanna put a baby in you.” I’m babbling like a fucking moron. I look up at her, sweat coating my hair and my dick feeling as full as ever.

She slowly lowers her hips onto mine. She grabs my dick and inserts it into herself in a painfully slow manor. I moan like a fucking pornstar at the feeling of her warm cunt squeezing my dick. I feel so filthy and needy.

She sits all the way down and I feel the tip of my dick slam against her wall. She moans out a loud “Fuuuuuck” and wraps her pretty fingers around my neck. She starts pounding herself up and down on me and it feels so fucking good I can barely see. My vision is clouded by pleasure and I feel all of the air leaving my lungs as she chokes me out.

Slowly I feel myself slipping away. Black spots form in my peripheral vision as I start feeling faint. The only thing keeping me conscious is the raw, immense, animalistic pleasure I feel from her sopping wet cunt squeezing my cock. I can feel my vocal cords vibrating as I moan uncontrollably.

Slowly, she releases and I gasp for air. I feel almost…drunk. I’m woozy and out of it and all I can focus on is the feeling of her slamming herself down onto me mercilessly.

“You. Little. Fucking. Slut.” She grunts each word as her beautiful hips connect with my thighs. “Look at yourself. Tied up with a girl over half your age fucking your brains out. You’re old enough to be my dad you disgusting perverted old man. Who the fuck do you belong to?”

She slaps me again as I moan out her name like it’s the only word I have in my vocabulary.

“You! I belong to you, princess!” I cry out. I sound so fucking whiny. I can’t believe this little girl reduces me down to this. I’m not complaining though. I can’t get enough.

She slips her fingers into my mouth and I suck obediently. I moan around them as I look deeply into her eyes. She looks so fucking gorgeous. Her perfect body bouncing up and down on my dick, treating me as her own personal fucktoy. This is where I belong, underneath a goddess.

I feel my stomach squeeze and my thigh muscles tighten. I’m gonna cum any second now.

“Aww is someone going to cum? Go ahead, cum for me since you’ve been such a good boy.” That’s all I needed to hear. Her fingers find their way into my hair. Pulling tightly, she rides out her own orgasm. The stinging sensation on my scalp paired with her tensing up around my dick is enough for me.

I practically scream as I explode inside of her. My orgasm lasts at least a minute. I’m filling her to the brim with my cum, so much so that I can feel it pooling onto my own thighs mixed with her own juices.

I’m on autopilot. My brain is absolutely empty, for once. I feel used. Fucked out. Braindead. Pussydrunk. Both of our chests are shiny with sweat, heaving rapidly as we look at each other lovingly. She unties my wrists.

The corners of my lips upturn as I look at her, still on top of me as she tries to regain the strength to get off.

“Sang-woo…” she coos. Her hand gently strokes my cheek.

“I’m sorry about earlier. I will try to understand you better and see things from your perspective, from now on.” I say softly.

She smiles widely at me. She climbs off of me and rolls onto the bed next to me. She grabs my face, kissing me deeply. I melt into the kiss as I wrap my arms around her waist. She lays her head on my chest. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I forgive you.”

My arms tighten around her. The feeling of her weight on top of me paired with her warmth is enough to lull me to sleep.

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Well guys I hope you loved it ahhhh!!! I’ve never written a male POV before but it was fun for a change! Sangwoo is so subby to me but mayhaps I’ll write him as a dom to try it out! I think I will make a master list soon as well. We shall see. Question can you do a master list on mobile? Please tell me lol! See you guys in the next fic have a good night!!✌️🩶 -G

[wastedpanda]

Cho Sangwoo/Player 218 NSFW Audio

MDNI 18+ ONLY

Warnings: stepdad, dubcon, high sex

You and your stepdad Sangwoo get high together. High and horny…

LINK (Normal Ver.)

LINK (Inner monologue Ver.)

[exstazeey]

cho sang woo x f!reader | unlikely lust

squid game season one

warning(s): smut, light description of cuts, unprotected sex(p in v), oral sex (m receiving), age gap, sleepily proof read😴

summary: after majority of the contestants of the sadistic games voted to leave, the destitute businessman believed his fate was sealed- dooming him to take his own life. unbeknownst to him, he was on the verge of encountering someone who would rock his world and reignite his will to live.

“Mmgh that’s gonna bruise” she muttered under her breath as she braced herself for the sheer impact of being manhandled and ejected out of a moving van, onto the gravel road as if she were mere refuse.

Rugged, breathy groans emanated from the lips of the man tossed just behind her. He was too close for comfort. The moisture and mint of his exhales danced in her hair.

Instinctively, her bounded up arms shot away from her body to create some sort of distance between the two of them. Her palm and finger tips were met with rock hard abs. The man curled his abdomen back. “let me untie you.”

Flustered, she complied as soon as she felt his hands draw closer to hers. The moment her hands were liberated, she tore off her blindfold and discarded it, then swiftly untied her legs. She contorted her right forearm and thigh to review the damage left on her skin. It was flushed with a pink tender hue that greatly contrasted the unaffected skin surrounding it. Droplets of blood oozed out from the deeper scrapes.

"Excuse me, miss? Could you, untie me." the same bass voice, devoid of discernible emotion, resonates from behind her, piercing the stillness of the air surrounding them.

“Me too please!” a chirpier voice rang from further away.

“Oh right, sorry.” she did per their request.

Only now did she become acutely aware of the biting chill that permeated the air, its icy tendrils combing through the erect hairs on her skin and sending shivers cascading down her spine. Sheepishly, she picked up her share of the pieces of fabric sprawled on the asphalt and rocks.

“Ugh! Shibal!” the tip of her tongue pushed against the bottom left corner of her agape mouth. In a fit of frustration, she unleashed a swift, vengeful kick upon an unsuspecting rock, sending it tumbling across the ground with audible clacks.

“What’s wrong, miss?” the man who was previously within an unsettling proximity of her inquired monotonously. She whipped her body around only to be met with the sight of him, pulling up his trousers.

Him.

The man she had mentally, playfully declared was the hottest, for lack of a better word, dilf in the abnormally large room before she was promptly informed of the psychotic, evil intentions behind the horrific game. It felt as though her eyes had been stripped of their autonomy, operating independently of her conscious will as they scanned every inch and crevice of his body and face. His skin was moderately tan and coated in sweat residue that meticulously highlighted his hard earned physique. His shoulders were broad, very broad. His back muscles rippled beneath his taut skin, no dimple or groove going unnoticed. His sinewy arms no doubt harmonised flawlessly with his build.

With her mouth agape and genuine drool foolishly pooling in her mouth, she somehow manage to blurt, “They took my fucking panties.”

The smug bastard smirked and chuckled. He unhurriedly twisted his neck to face her and upon further inspection, he realised she was donning a school uniform, “you’re a student?” his expression hardened and his eyes speckled with guilt.

“Nope, graduated two years ago.” she replied, her voice steady. “I just haven’t got any other clothes to wear,” she added, her gaze drifting away. She figured explaining how her parents had disowned her right before she graduated high school would be far too heavy a topic to discuss with a man she barely knew.

He began to notice the signs of wear on her now-soiled white button-up. Surely, the weather would consume her in this state. Even in his thermal-lined coat, he was shivering.

“Here, take this.” he stripped off his coat and tossed it to her.

“Oh, you really don’t have to.” she objected. He insisted she had it, and even appeared ticked off when she attempted to refuse his offer.

“Alright then. Thank you, sir.” her lips pressed against one another and an awkward silence ensued.

“Excuse me sir, i’m so sorry. Could I please borrow your phone? I need to make an urgent call.” she watched as the good looking man not only lend him his phone but generously sponsor him enough cash to catch the last bus to ansan.

Who the hell even is this man? And if he’s so rich what was he doing in a game made to punish the destitute, like herself?

“Where are you headed?” he directed his attention back to her.

“Oh um, probably where ever is empty enough to settle for the night.” she answered truthfully and scoffed at her own situation.

“You can crash at my hotel room if you’d like. I’ve got something else i need to do anyway.” he offered in such a detached manner, she swore there was no way he was cash strapped. She was dumbfounded at his indifference to monetary commodities. “Are you serious?”

She was sure he had to have ulterior motives to his generosity but to be perfectly candid, she crossed her fingers that that would be the case. “Just follow me.”

———

The walk there was dreadful. The hairs on the exposed skin of her legs stood. Her bare pussy was freezing due to the midnight breeze whooshing between her legs. All this coupled with the fact that the man trekking beside her made her imagination run wild. She fantasised that he’d just bend her over one of the many abandoned benches they passed by and fuck her right then and there. Oh how she’d take him so well.

Because his strides were longer, she lagged behind him. While trying to keep up with his pace she unintentionally yelped as the keychain she had been fiddling with dropped on the muddy ground. This caught the man’s attention.

As she turned heel and bent over to pick it up, he noticed that her exposed cunt, perfectly framed by her plush ass, glistened under the street lights. His breath hitched and his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed saliva. His cock grew in his regular-fit dress pants, forming a bulge. The fantasies had now been shouldered by the both of them, no longer just the girl.

He mentally berated himself because there was no way he could hide his erection now that he had given her his jacket. Thankfully, the hotel was within eyeshot and it wouldn’t be long before he could take care of his desires, solo, or so he thought.

———

Ding!

The sound of the elevator halting infront of them echoed off the walls of the desolate hotel lobby. “i just need to grab a couple of things and use the bathroom. You can have the room to yourself.” he stated, his eyes failing to meet hers. He was ashamed in his self for getting off on someone much younger than him.

She nodded and hummed in response, quietly wishing that he’d stay. And

…4..5..6…

the numbers flashed in red increased agonisingly slowly. Both of them kept their eyes glued to the floor hoping to avoid any and all things uncomfortable but to no avail as that’s when it happened.

Drip.

The the surface tension of the sweet juices that pooled between her legs could no longer hold the liquid in place. Her eyes widened in horror, fully aware that he was fully aware of the situation.

Fuck! What the fuck? No because what the fuck does one even do in this situation?

And that’s when she noticed it, the protrusion in his slacks. He traced her line of sight to his crotch and connected the dots.

As if on command, the elevator doors open. They look at the doors then at each other. “You know maybe i’ll just go back down, you can have the room.” he pressed the open button signalling for her to exit. His other hand scratching the back of his head and his body language was a scrambled mess.

“No.” she grabs his tie and pulls him out of the elevator then pushes herself against the wall opposite the shutting lift doors. “Because if you leave you won’t be able to enjoy this.” she smooths her hand over his clothe erection and palms it, earning a low grunt from him.

“Fucking hell you needy girl.”

He picks her up, bridal style, causing her to giggle slightly as he makes his way to his hotel room. The door unlocks as he scans the keycard already in his hands and he pushes it open with his back.

He gently throws her on the unmade bed and begins unbuckling his belt. And then it dawned on him. He didn’t have a condom. He threw his head back in defeat.

She, who was unbuttoning her own shirt realised his halt and frustrated grunt.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a condom on me.” he grumbled simultaneously redoing his belt. She sat up and crawled towards the edge of the bed and pushed his hands out the way.

“So?” she said, gazing at him with wide, doe eyed innocence, her gaze peeking out from beneath her furrowed brows.

His cock twitched at her words. “oh fuck, okay baby, as long as you’re alright with it.” her left hand sensually pulled his belt out of his belt loops while her right hand unbuttoned his slacks. His pants pooled around his legs as she hooked her finger on the elastic of his underwear, carefully stripping it down to reveal his rock hard dick that sprung up touching the man’s toned abs upon its release. Her eyes fixed hungrily at the sight bestowed upon her. She bit her lips admiring how lengthy and thick his cock was and hummed audibly, unable to contain her excitement for him to fill her up. She squeezed her legs together providing minimum relief to her immense need.

She lowers her mouth to his crotch and licked her lips. He gazed down at her lustfully but adoringly “squeeze my legs if it gets too much, okay baby?” she nodded and proceeded to lick the pre-cum off his tip before fully inserting the length of his member into her mouth. She skillfully bobbed her head back and fourth, slowly easing his dick into the back of her throat. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging it ever so slightly, providing her with the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. She moaned into his dick as tears welled up in the side of her eyes. The vibration from her noises nearly sent him over the edge. He pulled back and out of her mouth “okay baby, it’s your turn.”

She her lips curled into a genuine smile as she reversed towards the headboard. He quickly removed his shirt and made his way towards her. Her giggles of excitement couldn’t be contained. He smashed his lips into hers, adeptly unclasping her bra and throwing it across the room. Their kiss broke when he pulled her skirt over her head but quickly reconnected as his chilly hands traced down to her nipples, caressing them gently before drawing a line down to her pulsing heat. “oh fuck baby, you’re even wetter than i imagined.” he groaned into her lips as he rubbed his tip along her folds.

“Fuck. Please sir, i need you in me right now.” she screamed. A smug smirk tugged at his lips.

“It’s sang-woo.” he moaned breathily before immediately thrusting his cock hard into her entrance. She gasped at the sudden intrusion. The sheer size of it made it hurt like a bitch initially, but the pain soon turned into pleasure. His dick felt much better than her petite fingers. This was the first time something other than her fingers penetrated her core and it sent her over the moon.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes! That feel so good, oh!” her voice reached a pitch she herself wasn’t familiar with. Each word came out unstable, revolving around how deep he would thrust in the moment of articulation.

Both his hands were pinned on the firm mattress on both sides of her head, encapsulating her in his cage. Her velvet walls clenched around his dick. His thrusts were so deep, his balls flattened against her labia. Her breast moved in sync with each of his thrusts. The sight of her below him drove him insane. He couldn’t remember the last time he had good, passionate sex like this. He started to notice her features and how beautiful they looked with his shadow casted on her. The expression on her face was priceless, a sight that motivated him to fill her up with his seed.

“You want me to release into you so bad, huh baby girl? Want me to fill your hole up?”

“mmmh! Please yes, i’m gonna cum!” she really was, the knot in her stomach was growing bigger and bigger and was damn near unraveling itself. She dug her nails into his lean back, leaving crescent shaped marks. The sting motivated him to increase his pace, exponentially.

Not long after, she reached a high she had never, even in her wildest hormone driven fantasies, dreamed of reaching. Genuine tears of pleasure and pure bliss rolled down her temples. Her sweet juices gushed out of her already drenched cunt all over him, causing his dick and v-line to become one big sticky mess. Each push into her forced more liquid out.

“sang-woo!” she practically whimpered. His eyes shut at the the sound of his name rolling off her sweet tongue. It was exactly the final push he needed for his ribbons of semen to be unleashed into her. He threw is head back and grunted lowly. The last few thrust were heavenly for the both of them, her riding out her high and him reaching his. Pleasure coursed through both of their bodies, from their legs to their brain. As his thrust began to slow, their gazes met. They were ecstatic. It felt as though in that moment, they were the only two people in the world. Just him, and her. Or rather, him in her. All the noisy distractions from the world drowned out into unimportant background noise. Who knew such a horrifying, sick game could lead to such a beautiful union. He pulled out her, their combined juices leaking out of her and coating him. He tucked a tendril of her hair behind her ear. He proceeded to use two of his fingers and scooped their fluids from her heat, forcing them into her mouth. She licked his fingers clean and hummed contently.

This was undoubtedly a far better choice than ending his own life.

a/n: hihi, i’m vic, this is my first ever fic (harhar that rhymes) i hope you enjoyed this filthyyyy little oneshot:)) to be honest, i wrote the beginning months ago and haven’t had the motivation to continue it till now. sooo if you notice a difference in the writing in the earlier parts uhh no you didn’t loll

anywayyy if you did enjoy it i would greatly appreciate a reblog or any other kind of support ❤️ also do feel free to give any feedback or suggestions you may have!

the english used in here may also not be superb and there is undoubtedly a fair few mistakes. i’m hoping to improve my english through writing as it is not my first language.

have a wonderful day!

- love vic✌️

[fear-is-truth]

❝ V A C A N C Y ❞ ・── cho sang-woo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[forchosangwoo]

— relationship w cho sangwoo ☆ sfw + nsfw headcannons

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

SFW . . . !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he would love to listen to your yapping.

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

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

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

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

NSFW . . . !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lovemepartly]

bf!sang-woo ✩ headcanons

read part 2 here!

warnings: 18+, smut

a/n: this is for me and the three other sang-woo girlies. i see you guys fr 😔✊

sfw ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• sang-woo buys gifts as a way of showing his love for you. it doesn’t matter if he’s in debt or not, any extra money he has, he wants to spend on you so you feel special. sometimes it’ll just be something as simple as your favorite snack or drink, but on other times he saves for an expensive piece of jewelry, especially if it’s a special occasion.

• he usually likes to be the bigger spoon when you guys are cuddling, but if work gets especially stressful he’ll quietly lay down in your arms and let you play with his hair and stroke his back. don’t say anything about it though, or he’ll get embarrassed.

• your fights mostly stem from his long nights at work that make you feel neglected, but the two of you are pretty good at talking about a situation before it gets into a full-blown fight. when the fight gets bad, he’ll cool down and go smoke on the balcony or will literally get on his knees and kiss your hands because he feels so bad. (ik you guys know which squid game scene i'm referencing here teehee)

• sang-woo might be genuinely obsessed with you. not anything creepy ofc, but once you guys are in a committed relationship he just can’t help but be so enthralled by you. he will listen to you talk about nonsense for hours. he loves to watch you do the most mundane tasks, just studying your features.

• he definitely has a picture of you in his wallet and it always makes him smile. i feel like he would keep the default wallpaper for his phone, but if you changed his wallpaper to a picture of the two of you, he wouldn’t change it back.

• he is such a gentleman. if it’s cold out, he’ll always take off his coat and give it to you - it doesn’t matter if he’s cold or how much you protest. when your feet begin to hurt from heels, he’ll carry you home or lend you his shoes. he opens all the doors for you - even the car door. speaking of, when he drives, his hand always holds yours on the center console or rests on your thigh.

• he secretly loves it when you kiss him and your lipstick stains his lips or cheek. unless he’s going to work, he won’t wipe off the subtle mark. he sees it as a small way of telling the world he’s yours.

• this man just definitely loves you so much. you are the most important thing in his life.

nsfw under cut ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• sang-woo definitely likes to take his time with you, working slowly and savoring every moment with you. on some mornings where he’s particularly stressed about the day of work ahead, he’ll wake you up by planting kisses all over your face and the next thing you know you’re face down on the bed while he quickly thrusts inside you.

• he likes to make you beg sometimes. not all the time, but he finds it endearing when you use your words to tell him exactly what you want, your cheeks flushed from shyness.

• in general, i think he would enjoy showering with you in a non-sexual way as he sees it as just an intimate way to spend time together. although sometimes, he’ll place kisses down your neck and turn you around, lifting up your leg and entering you slowly.

• he definitely gets jealous easily when he sees you talking to another guy but will never do anything about it in the moment or even say anything to you about it afterwards. it’s not until you get home that he initiates sex, roughly crashing his lips into yours and carrying you to the bedroom. in the morning, you’ll wake up covered in hickeys, but only in intimate places (like your chest and thighs)- i don’t think he would mark your neck tbh.

• he definitely praises you. i don’t even think he does intentionally, just little comments like “good girl” and “you take it so well” slip out quietly. his voice becomes softer and lower.

• when sangwoo goes down on you it might be the best feeling in the whole world. he knows your body so well, and will start slow, lapping at your folds, before he begins sucking on your clit and inserting a finger in you. he would definitely keep going even after you’ve orgasmed, just because he likes your taste that much. (GOD CAN YOU GUYS IMAGINE HIM EATING YOU OUT WITH THOSE FUCKASS GLASSES)

• he’ll never ask you to give him head, but when you do, he loves it. he holds your hair back every single time. you don’t even have to ask him to. he loves to see you choke on his cock, tears forming in your eyes as you try to take all of him, drooling all over him. just the sight of you on your knees, taking him in, is enough to make him finish.

[murderofravens]

BLACKEST DAY

pairing: cho sangwoo x fem reader

summary: old feelings are rekindled when you encounter your father's old friend at the games.

warnings: age gap (reader is 20, sangwoo is 46) badly written smut, face slapping, slightly toxic dynamics, a smidge of some age-gap kink. lots of angst. body worship. this is a oneshot.

word count: around 5k

[feedback and reblogs are a writer's biggest motivation.]

MASTERLIST

life has a funny way of reuniting people.

when you woke up in the hall, surrounded by strangers wearing those ugly green clothes much like yourself, your first thought was— 'i should have brought someone with me.'

you were always rather wary of doing things by yourself. things seem much easier when you have a helping hand to give you advice, or to make bad decisions together.

your first shock came upon the mention of his name, taken by one of the guards.

player 218, cho sangwoo.

your eyes snapped up to the screen where you could see a clip of him getting slapped after repeatedly losing the game.

"former supervisor of team two at joy investments, embezzled money from his clients, invested it in derivatives and figures and failed. current loss, 650 million won."

you looked around frantically before you caught sight of him— handsome as ever, although visibly distraught. his shocked eyes were looking at the guards with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

you had known sangwoo since you were rather young. idolized him at one point, even. he and your father used to be some sort of business partners— which you can guess was another word for friends who gambled and hung out occasionally. most of your years went by with him acknowledging you politely, getting you chocolate everytime he came to visit, and patting your head with a proud smile whenever your parents told him about one of your achievements at school. you wanted to be like him— smart, ambitious and a hard worker.

you'd moved off for college when you were of age, and according to his mother, he had moved to the US for business purposes.

which, as you can see, didn't work out.

you don't really try to make conversation with him, don't even look at his side of the room. mainly because you're embarrassed. there are two reasons— the first being that you don't want to see the man you idolized at a place like this. and the second is personal. your last memory of him isn't something you're fond of. it still fills you with resentment and a sense of sadness— you had asked to meet up with him before you were going off to college, hoping to express your feelings. you'd developed a childish crush on him when you were growing up, and it had expanded into genuine feelings over time.

but he never showed up, and you were left sitting in the expensive restaurant all by yourself. you never revealed that to anyone, deciding to take that moment of humiliation to the grave.

the first game was terrifying, to say the least. while you could tell there was something inherently shady about the whole organization, what left you in genuine shock was the first shot that rang out through the field, killing the person who moved. you were careful about your steps then, walking forward rather meticulously, ensuring you were not a victim in whatever hellhole you've found yourself in.

splatters of blood covered your face as you almost reached the line, hiding behind another taller man. there were a mere 10 seconds left. your heart was quite literally trying to beat out of your chest, and sweat dripped down your forehead. and that's when you first made eye contact with him.

sangwoo, who was bent in half, was panting as he looked at the finish line. his gaze rose, and connected with yours— eyes immediately widening with recognition. you were frozen as you looked at him, jaw clenched and panic stricken. he looked at the timer, and the doll turned away. you quickly began running, and you saw him straighten up as the timer began nearing zero. you jumped across the finish line, and his hand grabbed you to help. you stumbled into him and the both of you fell onto the dusty ground— a mess of sweaty limbs.

you don't say a word to him as the guards guide you back to the hall. he is just as silent behind you, and you wonder if it's because he's embarrassed about being there, or if he remembered what he did to you and is reluctant to acknowledge you after.

"i didn't expect to see you here." he remarks quietly, voice grim. his head is lowered, and there's an almost disappointed look in his eyes.

the audacity.

"i could say the same about you," you shoot back dryly, sitting cross legged on the floor. he looks at you then, and your gaze challenged his.

"you've grown since i last saw you." he adds, and you scoff in response. so what? you were still bitter.

"it's just two years."

he clenches his jaw and looks away, his ears feeling hot. you've always had a problem with keeping your mouth shut, and apparently it still applies. you look up at him, eyes accusatory.

"i thought you went to the states." there's a taunting edge to your voice— rather shallow and childish on your end, but you can't help yourself. you're playing with life and death, but still you're angrier about your history with him than anything else.

"all those degrees just to scam people? i'd expect more from someone like you, mr. sangwoo—"

"you don't know what you're talking about," he shuts your words down quickly, voice firm. he's quick to change the topic, visibly agitated. "i thought you went to college. what happened to your—"

"father?" you interrupt, sitting straighter. "he got scammed."

you look at him pointedly as you say the last word, and his eye twitches.

"he gambled away his money on some non existent race. i dont live with him anymore and i need money to continue college and pay rent. my mom doesn't know and i don't wanna worry her." you take a sharp breath, voice getting lower, "my landlady threw me out before i found the ddakji guy."

his face softens with every sentence, an expression close to pity taking over. you hate pity, so you shut it down with a glare.

"don't give me that look," you sigh with exhaustion, running a hand down your face.

"i'm sorry to hear that," he says quietly, avoiding your eyes. he blinks a few times, adjusts his glasses. he doesn't know what else to say, and he's almost glad for the interruption when the staff walks in and announces the results of the first game.

it's so sudden how people begin to beg for their lives— kneeling before the guards, pleading to be spared. it makes you feel sorry and disgusted at the same time— you can understand why they'd do so, but you can't imagine kneeling before an organisation like this in any way. you value your dignity.

when the gunshot rings out to silence the begging crowd, the guard announces the second clause of the contract: a player who refuses to play will be terminated.

your head snaps up at the sound of sangwoo's confident voice.

"clause three of the consent form—" he steps forward, "the games may be terminated upon a majority vote."

the guard nods, "that is correct."

"then," he looks around, and his eyes fall on you. he looks away, and cocks his head to the side, "let us take a vote."

you almost feel that sense of admiration for him once again— he was always smart, that you can admit. more attentive than others, better at remembering little details. he's stepping forward to directly challenge these guards while people are begging for their lives. he's brave, like he's always been.

you fall in line beside him, and he looks down at you. you give him a slight nod, before your attention is diverted to the next announcement. the staff then show the money accumulated by the deaths of the previous player— 100 million won for each. as the massive piggy bank hanging from the ceiling glows, you can feel him stiffen at the mere sight of the money.

and the voting starts. your number comes soon enough— player 420.

you don't hesitate.

this money is not more important than your life. you need to consider all your options— you're not confident that you would make it till the end. and you don't want to fucking die yet.

you press the cross, and fall into the crowd.

sangwoo's number comes a while after— and you watch him like a hawk. you know he's a smart guy who knows better than to put himself in a compromising situation. you hope he'll help you go home.

until he presses the 'O.'

you feel utterly betrayed once again and he goes to his side of the crowd, not looking at you even once. you scoff to yourself, baffled by his audacity, before redirecting your focus to the voting counter. you start hoping your side wins purely out of spite.

player 001 presses X. your side erupts into cheers and you let out a breath of relief, glancing at sangwoo who stands frozen with his head lowered.

you don't remember much after.

the car ride feels suffocating— everything is dark. there's shuffling before you feel yourself being shoved, and you let out a yelp as your bare skin hits the gravel. "ouch— fuck!"

you hear your name— and recognise the voice.

"mister sangwoo?" you gasp, and hear a pained 'yes'. you can feel a cloth wrapped around your eyes, and your hands and legs are tied. you groan, shifting and writhing on the ground, impatiently trying to free yourself. you feel teeth on the front of your wrists before your hands are released.

you sit up quickly and snatch the cloth off your eyes. you turn to sangwoo then, and quickly untie his wrists. he grunts before sitting up, and the two of you untie your legs.

"shit, it's cold—" you hiss, quickly standing up. those bastards had only left you in a plain white sports bra and underwear. he was naked as well save for a pair of white boxers. the sight makes your skin feel hot, and you take a greedy but discreet glance at his chest before rushing towards your jeans and hoodie that are tossed to the side of the road, quickly getting dressed.

you clear your throat and turn around, only to see him quickly looking away from you, his clothes still in his hands. your eyes narrow knowingly and he wordlessly gets dressed, buttoning up his white shirt.

"are we still in seoul?" you ask, and he clears his throat, adjusting his glasses before looking up towards the buildings. he nods, and you shiver slightly.

he turns to you and hesitates before moving forward to put his grey blazer over you. you raise your eyebrows in question, and he doesn't respond before checking his pockets.

"are you hungry?" he asks, and almost comically in that same moment your stomach growls. he holds back a smile, and you wrap his blazer tighter around yourself.

you rest your head against the table while you wait. you can feel it pounding, but the smell of hot ramen tempts you to raise it. he takes a seat beside you and places the steaming bowl in front of you.

"do you have the money for this?" you cant help but ask.

"dont worry about it," he says with a wave of his hand, bringing out his chopsticks to eat. you decide to leave the job of worrying to him and get to eating.

you're a rather slow eater, and he doesn't complain. he steps out of the store, and you can see his back as he takes out a cigarette. you slurp up the rest of your food and follow him out.

"i don't feel that cold anymore," you hand him his blazer, and he turns to look at you. you're thankful about your self control, because he is a sight. so devilishly handsome even after witnessing such horrors— his cigarette teasingly hanging off his lips, the smoke wafting up and making his eyes squint just a little. his glasses make him look so much more sophisticated, or perhaps you have a thing for nerdy looking men. you're not a smoker, but he makes it look so good. if you were a weaker woman, you would've gasped. no wonder half of your childhood went by with that barely disguised crush on him— no wonder no guy your age back in college seemed good enough.

you clear your throat, bring yourself back to earth and continue. "you can have it. thank you."

he takes the blazer with a nod and puts it on. takes another puff of the cigarette, and watches you look around.

"i thought you'd come back with an american wife." you almost cringe at your own words. but conversation is conversation, you don't know how else to start. it's a discreet way to find out his relationship status, if any.

"marriage is the last thing on my mind." he responds quietly, taking a puff. you look at the side of his face, and his eyes stare at the road in front of him— thoughtful. you wonder what he's thinking about.

"where will you go?" he asks without looking at you.

you shrug, "i don't know."

"do you have any money?"

you pause, suddenly feeling a sense of dread. you have no money, and what little you got from the ddakji guy, you spent on your rent. which got you thrown out anyway.

your silence speaks volumes. he tosses the cigarette to the floor and stomps on it. you sigh.

"i don't have any money."

"come with me," he looks at you, gaze intense and serious. "i have enough for the both of us. atleast for a few days till we can figure things out."

"why?" you cross your arms over your chest almost defensively, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

he grits his teeth as he glares at you, mouth twitching. he looks away then, tonguing the inside of his cheek before returning your gaze. "you have nowhere else to go. it wouldn't be responsible to leave you alone like this."

you almost scoff— the words on the tip of your tongue. but you were okay with leaving me alone back then? but you don't say it, not yet, because you could use his financial help right now. you sigh, before nodding, and gesturing forward.

"fine, lead the way."

the motel he takes you to looks respectable enough. you look around, eyeing the plain decor. the man behind the counter looks at the two of you, and then gives sangwoo a toothy grin, which immediately alerts you.

"only one room available."

sangwoo doesn't protest. he doesn't have the finances to get two separate rooms either. he opens the room and you go in first, looking around. there's a single bed and some flashy lights, and it makes you roll your eyes. you turn around to settle him with a pointed look.

"it's better than i thought," he grunts, taking his blazer off as he takes in the scene. he steps forward and drags a finger down the side table, examines the dust it leaves on his skin with mild disgust.

you bite your lower lip as you watch him— his shirt stretching across his chest, his hair falling messily across his forehead. his glasses resting delicately on the bridge of his nose.

fucking nerd.

his gaze snaps up to you and that's when you realize you'd said that out loud. you wince, looking away and he straightens up, blinking innocently.

"you're still upset with me."

you cross your arms over your chest as you sit on the bed. you quirk an eyebrow, and he cocks his head to the side, eyeing you from a respectable distance.

you decide to play dumb.

"about what?"

he's not amused. he stares at you, expression serious and intense, "i didn't plan to stand you up that day."

so we're going straight to it, you think.

"then why did you?" you snap, unable to hold back the hurt from your voice, "i waited for an hour. you never came. i wanted to talk to you."

"i know." he nods. he walks up to you then, stands at the foot of the bed. "i know what you wanted to talk to me about. i was scared."

you freeze, looking at him cautiously, your heartbeat rising. "scared?"

"i knew you had feelings for me." he sighs, sitting down beside you. his voice is hushed, making the moment feel more intimate than you'd like. "i could tell that's what you wanted to talk to me about. it terrified me."

your breath feels like it's knocked out of your lungs. you swallow the lump in your throat, holding back the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. "did anyone ever tell you that you're an asshole?"

he grunts, takes out another cigarette. he lights it up and takes a long drag— taking his time to respond.

"many people," he says, blowing some smoke through his nostrils. the sight almost makes your mouth water, but you ignore it.

"you're a dick," you shoot back dryly.

"what i am—" he points his cigarette at you, "— is too old for you. surely you didn't think it was a good idea?"

"you could've rejected me instead," you chuckle bitterly, "but you decided to leave me there to look stupid."

"you were too young." his voice is low, and his response almost makes you want to strangle him. he dusts some ash off his cigarette, adjusts his glasses, and looks at you with an intensity that makes your skin feel hot. "i couldn't keep you happy even if i wanted to."

you frown, gritting your teeth. he looks away.

"you looked at me like i hung the moon and the stars." he continues, looking ahead at the wall, gaze distant. "i couldn't maintain those expectations. we were in two completely different stages. you were meant to go to college, study well, get a good job, a boy your age—"

"stop talking like you're my father," you snap before he can finish, standing up. there's heat behind your glare and you almost laugh at his expression, "i had no expectations from you. so stop with your- your little— excuses. what's done is done, right? you've stood me up once, no need to reject me by wording it smartly. i don't wanna be with you anymore anyway."

that was a lie. you just hoped he couldn't see through your act. you're riled up because you're still affected by him, and his polite behaviour is driving you insane— you want to tear away at his walls, expose the passion he hides behind his smart guy facade. you know it because you've seen it in the way his eyes light up when he talks about his ambitions— how willing he is to cross any line to achieve what he wants. you want to butcher his self control and unleash the animal underneath, the one he's so desperate to hide. it's what made you fall for him in the first place.

he merely looks at you boredly, taking another drag of his cigarette. you snatch it off him, bring it to your own lips. he looks at you with mild shock as you take a drag, and you blow the smoke out on his face.

it all goes smoothly until you cough, and he's snatching the cigarette away again, watching you almost amusedly.

"you can't even handle a cigarette," he remarks dryly, putting it out on the bedframe. and that one line finally ticks you off. almost as if on instinct, your hand pulls back and delivers a sharp slap to his face— making it turn to the side. he snorts, adjusts his glasses again before he looks at you, unimpressed.

"you've been waiting to do that, haven't you?" he asks. your nostrils flare with anger. you can't hurt him physically— but your tongue is sharp. you'll use it.

"you're one to talk about different stages in life," you add, leaning towards him. a smirk curls upon your face, "look at you. all that ambition and experience only to end up scamming people."

out of the need to provoke him, your hand shoots out, jabbing a finger to his chest.

"how would your mother feel if she found out?"

it's a low blow, and you would be ashamed if it hadn't worked. it does its work to finally get to him. he grabs your wrist, and harshly pulls you down towards him, knocking your breath out. he shoves you on the bed and hovers over you, panting slightly. you chuckle.

"my life is hard enough," he hisses sharply, body trembling with concealed rage. his gaze drifts down to your lips before settling upon your eyes again. "do you really want to keep testing me?"

you can't help but smile smugly as you stare at him. there he is— almost on the verge of losing his composure. a few more quips and you're sure he'll crumble. it makes your skin feel tingly. your face leans up slightly, your hungry gaze drifting down to his lips. your hand reaches up, pries his glasses off his face. and then you flick his nose.

"fuck you."

the way his mouth comes crashing onto yours is animalistic. he desperately kisses you with the passion of a madman— his tongue entering your mouth and messily colliding with your own. as if to tease him, you bite his bottom lip sharply and he pulls back, eyes widening as a small trickle of blood falls down the corner of his mouth. his hand pulls back and strikes you across the face, and you can't help but laugh. your cheek stings and feels like it's burning— and you're addicted. you hope he'll do it again. you look back at him with an almost crazed look in your eyes, and you can see it finally dawn upon him that he's finally giving you exactly what you wanted.

"you're enjoying this too much, you little minx—" he hisses, grabbing your neck and kissing you again. your hands immediately reach up to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons as you try to keep up with his pace. he pulls away and tosses his shirt to the side, and you take that opportunity to use all your strength to flip the two of you around so he's the one on his back. it makes him gasp, and you look down at him with darkened eyes— a finger teasingly running down his chest, making him let out a shudder.

he's the object of all your desires for as long as you've ever known. the man of your dreams, the man that you kept comparing every single one of your college boys to. no wonder they never seemed good enough. how could they? they were no match for this beautiful man laying under you.

with a newfound vigour your head drops to his neck, licking and kissing every inch of his skin. your hungry mouth trails down his chest, breathing in the smell of him, leaving greedy bites in its wake. the sounds your actions evoke out of him are downright pornographic— soft, breathless groans that make you want to consume him entirely. his hand comes down to your head, holding you in place as you worship his body— and you moan when his fingers dig into your scalp.

your lips leave a wet trail and cherry red bites down his torso, until you reach the waistband of his pants. teasingly, you mouth at his bulge, making him hiss in return. his hips buck up slightly and you place a soft kiss to the material before leaning up to his face. his hands wrap around your waist and he flips the two of you over again, desperately tearing away at your clothes.

"i shouldn't be doing this," he mutters under his breath, talking more so to himself than you. you raise your hips and he pulls your jeans down, a throaty groan escaping him at the sight of your panties. they're almost transparent from how wet you are. he frees himself from the confines of his underwear and you watch with fascination as he holds you down with a hand on your stomach. you're panting when he's pushing them to the side and entering you immediately— making you scream from the stretch.

he clenches his jaw, squeezes his eyes shut as he buries himself to the hilt with a grunt. you choke on a pained sob, your fingers digging into his back as he grabs the side of your face.

"it hurts—" you hiss through gritted teeth, a tear running down your cheek. it burns, and he waits a second before wordlessly pulling back and thrusting again. the pain morphs into pleasure soon enough, and you whine as he falls into an easy rhythm, wrapping your legs around his waist. you whine in return, and he gives your cheek a light slap, prompting you to open your eyes. your breath hitches as he looks at you intensely— his own eyes glassy.

"not that young now am i?" you grit out with a glare, crying out as he retaliates with a harsh, pointed thrust. "y-you're my first—"

"fuck," he moans, his head dropping down to your chest. his thrusts get quicker, voice raspy and low, "don't— don't say that—"

"i always wanted you to take my virginity," you moan, throwing your head back, dragging your nails down his back. it makes him hiss, "ever since i was a—"

he slams his hand on your mouth, refusing to allow you to finish your sentence. "shut the fuck up."

he doesn't want to be reminded of the age difference between you two, even though you can tell it gets him hot. the moment his hand clasps over your mouth, you cum with a loud moan. your body trembles but he keeps going— not allowing you a moment to breathe. his eyes are full of rage as he bares his teeth in anger. you chuckle breathlessly against his hand, your eyes fluttering. he looks like an angry cat— you want to kiss him all over his face. his thrusts eventually get sloppy— he's close.

you lock your legs tightly around his waist, and he smacks you again. it surprises you this time, and he takes that opportunity to pull out, jerking himself off quickly.

"i can't afford taking risks," he grunts, clenching his jaw. you whine in response, pouting slightly, and he gives you an exasperated glare before he's cumming all over your stomach with a shaky groan.

you pant heavily as you come down from your high, and almost as if on fire— he quickly dresses himself. he pulls out a handkerchief from his blazer pocket, gently wipes off the fluids on your stomach. he just watches you on the bed— his eyes examining his handiwork. you notice his gaze lingers on your cheek. after a few minutes, he wordlessly gets up and goes to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. you roll your eyes as you pull up your jeans too. a few moments pass, and you breathe a puff of air through your nostrils.

"are we going to talk about this?" you call out. there's no answer. you get up and rush to the bathroom door, except he's locked it. you can hear light splashing of water. you scoff in disbelief, going back to the bed. you lay on your side and grab a pillow, your lips wobbling as you go over everything that happened.

this was not how it was supposed to go. he was not supposed to seem this detached. you'd expected atleast a cuddle after sex.

you don't realize when you fall asleep. it's morning when you wake up— sunlight streaming in through the window and directly onto your face, making you wince. you stretch, look over your shoulder.

sangwoo isn't there.

you immediately go to the bathroom. it's empty, though the tub is full. you frown in confusion before turning back to the bed. there, a note on the side table has you stopping.

'i'm sorry,' it said, in his handwriting. placed along with it were a few won bills.

you sniffle as you stare at the note— the writing on it almost mocking you. you crumple it up, your fist shaking as you resist the urge to cry. suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and it makes your entire body stiffen.

a card slides from the little space under the door. the same one you remember the ddakji guy giving you. the shapes on it just look sinister now. the number on it is different this time.

your breathing gets heavy as you stare at it— your head beginning to hurt. you're sure you can hear your ears ringing.

you're alone. you wonder if leaving in the first place was a mistake. your feelings are conflicted— and worst of all, you feel used and betrayed. you're not sure if you should go back to the games. you're not sure if you could survive without any money.

sangwoo had left. you don't know where he is and you have nowhere else to go. no home, and you don't know how you would face your mother. you don't know how long the money he left you could go on.

you don't want to die. but you can't keep living like this either. you bite your bottom lip as you contemplate your options, the hurt from sangwoo's departure still lingering in your chest like a stab wound.

you pick up the card and place the call.

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[crimsonnsstuff]

Mean!older!sangwoo headcannons!

Sangwoo, who just can’t help but hearing you cry. Whenever you guys get into arguments, he jerks off thinking about watching tears run down your pretty little face as he pounds into you.

Sangwoo, who even tho he fucks you like he absolutely hates your guts, still cares about you so fucking much.

Sangwoo, who will blow cigarette smoke into your f ace and laugh whenever you cough and try to swat it away.

Sangwoo, who will make you just stand in front of him naked as he drinks a bottle of whiskey just because he likes to humiliate you and you just look oh, so cute embarrassed.

Sangwoo, who doesn’t care if it hurts, he will just keep pounding into you.

Sangwoo, who will make you ride his thigh and if you aren’t able to make yourself cum in his chosen amount of time, you won’t get to cum the whole night.

Sangwoo, who will leave bite marks and hickeys all over you before you two go out so he can watch your face flush as people ask you about it.

Sangwoo, who will force you to ride his cock, knowing you know better to stop and disobey him.

Sangwoo, who will force you to wear a butt plug around the house because he loves it when he gets to see you squirm.

Sangwoo, who will bend you over his lap and slap and punch your ass to punish you, or when he just feels like it.

Sangwoo, who always calls you ‘his little girl’ to remind you of the age gap and make you feel like a needy little slut.

[meadowfics]

the five senses

cho sang woo x f!reader

headcannons based around the five senses: touch, taste, smell, sight, sound

warnings: minors do not interact! nsfw! 18+ smut. implied age gap relationship but reader is between 21-25, therefore a consenting adult. this is not entirely smut but it is in here

sight

sang-woo watches you with quiet admiration, his dark eyes lingering on the way you light up a room without even trying.

he never says it, but the slight upward tilt of his lips when you laugh is enough to give him away.

the first time he laid his eyes on you, he was aware about you looking young.

you look so much younger than the women his age.

however, your age was not a driven factor as to how attracted he was to you.

when you read on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, the soft glow of the lamp illuminating your face, he thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful.

the light age lines on his face soften as he watches, caught somewhere between awe and disbelief.

he catches himself staring often, though he’d never admit it.

the way your hair falls, the curve of your smile...

everything about you is etched into his memory like a cherished photograph.

the sight of your body at night, on top of him, is like a painting in his mind as well.

your waist, the curvature of your boobs, the way your hands trail along his chest, before going to his dick to align himself with your pussy before you sink down.... he could never get enough of you.

whenever you're on all fours, you look over your shoulder and see the way sangwoo's face contorts at the sight of your walls clenching around his thick length.

he looks so handsome.

touch

sang-woo’s touch is careful, like he’s afraid of holding on too tightly.

your man's hands are rough from years of schooling, but they cradle your face with the tenderness of a man who fears losing what he holds most dear.

when you slip your hand into his, he hesitates for a moment before squeezing it firmly.

the man's thumb brushes over your knuckles, and though the gesture is small, it speaks volumes of how much he loves you.

he isn’t one for grand displays of affection, but when you curl into him at night, his arm instinctively wraps around you.

the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear is the only reassurance you need.

however, his touch can be pretty rough in bed.

you love it, the way his hand curls around your throat as he fucks himself inside of you.

the way his hands smack your ass as he relives his stress.

you love his gentle, and rough touches.

sound

sang-woo’s voice is low and steady, with a warmth that only you seem to bring out.

though he often speaks with a stoic tone, you’ve learned to hear the subtle affection hidden beneath his words.

the sound of your laughter is his favorite.

he’ll never say it aloud, but the way his chest feels lighter when you’re happy is undeniable.

sometimes, he even teases you in private just to hear it again.

when he murmurs your name, usually in the early hours of the morning as he traces lazy patterns on your back, it’s the softest sound you’ve ever known.

the groans he lets out is like a melody to your ears.

your moans are light and nearly pronographic, while his is deep and soft.

the sounds of your wet walls around him fills both of your ears every night as well.

auralism is a big thing with sangwoo, and you fulfill that kink every time.

taste

sang-woo loves the way your lips taste, especially after you’ve had something sweet.

he kisses you like a man who doesn’t know if he deserves the softness you offer, but takes it anyway.

when you cook for him, he savors every bite, knowing how much love you’ve poured into each dish.

you watch with satisfaction as he reluctantly compliments your cooking, though you both know he’s holding back a smile.

on rare occasions, he’ll let you feed him a bite from your plate, the playful gesture making him shake his head with amusement.

he leans in every time, indulging in both the food and the joy you bring him.

the taste of your juices makes sangwoo feel like a starved man.

he can never have enough.

most times, he is in-between your legs for hours while pushing you to your climax over and over again.

your taste is a drug to sangwoo.

forget those cigarettes he needs, sometimes he just needs the taste of you.

smell

sang-woo’s cologne is subtle.

a mix of cedarwood and fresh linen that clings to his clothes and lingers on your skin after he holds you.

it’s a scent that brings comfort, reminding you of him even when he’s away.

when you rest your head against his chest, you breathe him in, savoring the familiar warmth that feels like home.

your own scent, which is soft and undeniably you, is something he’s grown to crave.

it clings to his pillows and sweaters, a constant reminder of the love that patiently waits for him.

sometimes when you aren't home, sangwoo will push his nose onto your pillow, overfilling his olfactory nerves with you.

the smell of you underneath him makes sangwoo almost animalistic.

after multiple rounds of sex, you start to smell like him, it brings out a possessiveness in sangwoo that you love to see everytime.

you are his, and he is yours.

masterlist

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[voxslays]

ART DECO — CHO SANG-WOO

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

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

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

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

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

A request for @jalicecookie

[sensationallysangwoo]

𝙿𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍?: 𝙲𝚑𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚆𝚘𝚘 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃

🍕𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚆𝚘𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎…𝚍��𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝’𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛.

🍕𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝙳𝚄𝙻𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃. 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃. 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎-𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚁𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚡. 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 (𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝). 𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙 (𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙳𝚄𝙻𝚃.)

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 @daeholuvs 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝! 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

🍕🖤🍕🖤🍕🖤🍕🖤🍕🖤🍕🖤🍕🖤🍕

The chicken and vegetables you’re currently stir-frying sizzle and crackle in the pan on the stovetop. It’s a cold, rainy, grey winter’s day. Friday. 4:30 p.m. Your husband, Sang-Woo’s voice echoes through the dining room.

“We can discuss this further during the end-of-day meeting on Monday. I’ll be giving everyone their personal performance reviews as well. Have a nice weekend.”

That marks the end of his 2-hour business call. 2 long hours of boring unintelligible corporate jargon that you don’t care to understand. You’re relieved you don’t have to listen to that anymore. On the flip side, you will now have Sang-Woo’s undivided attention for the rest of the day, and rest of the weekend too for that matter.

As you stir the food in the pan, you feel strong arms wrap around your midsection.

“That looks good. Need any help?” He asks, his voice vibrating so close to your ear you get chills.

“Yeah actually I do. Can you cut up some of those green onions for me?”

You’re trying so hard to stay on task, but his woodsy scent and the feeling of being held firmly in his arms has your mind wandering elsewhere. He grabs a knife and a cutting board and begins cutting the green onions for you.

You look over at him, watching him. His glasses are perched on his nose. His dark black hair laying softly on his forehead , gently framing his beautiful eyes. The gentle glow of the kitchen light illuminates his perfect complexion. The way his white button up shirt hugs his subtly toned body makes you nearly drool. You’re hungrier for him instead of the food.

“Alright, what’s next?.” He asks as he slides the chopped onions, still on the cutting board, towards you.

“Hmm…next task…” You pretend to ponder.

“Next task is…a reward for your help.” You smile coyly as you pull him in and kiss his lips deeply. His eyes sink shut as he melts into your touch. Your hands tangle in his hair gently as you lightly prod your tongue into his mouth.

He moans breathily into the kiss and feels his pants grow tighter at the groin. “W-wait. Better shut this off, if we’re going to do this. Don’t need a fire in here.” He comments, reaching for the knob on the stove.

The stir-fry can absolutely wait. You have a much more delicious meal in front of you.

He lifts you up onto the counter before crashing his lips onto yours once again. Your fingers clumsily fumble with the buttons on his shirt. You ghost your lips along his jawline, eliciting a breathy gasp from him.

You move to his neck, licking and sucking the delicate skin fervently. Little purple and blue marks adorn his throat as he silently pants, growing harder and harder at the contact. You reach down and palm him through his pants.

“Mmph, you naughty little girl. You love getting me all worked up, don’t you? I saw you eyeing me up. You filthy perverted little slut. Since you’re so needy for it I’m going to fuck those dirty thoughts right out of your head.”

His words cause your aching pussy to drip some more. You can feel the warmth of your arousal soaking through your panties. You need to feel him all the way up in you. You need to feel obscenely full as he berates you and punishes you for eye-fucking him.

He pulls your sweatshirt off, then your bra, tossing them carelessly on the kitchen floor. He takes one nipple in his mouth, the sensation of his warmth on the sensitive bud causing you to moan lewdly. With his other hand he roughly fondles your other breast.

He pulls off of your tit with a pop. He practically rips off your pants, then his own. A large wet spot adorns your panties, and you squeal as he runs his fingertips along your covered pussy. “Couldn’t even look at me for two seconds earlier without soaking your little panties, huh? You little fuckin nympho.”

“I’m sorry Sang-Woo…you’re just so…hnngg…sexy.” You grunt mid-sentence as he pushes your panties to the side and shoves not one, but two fingers inside you.

Your face flushes bright red as your mouth hangs open. Moans and whimpers escape you as he’s knuckle deep in your pussy. Your juices slosh and squelch loudly as he stretches you out with his large fingers. He adds a third, causing you to damn near scream out. Your walls are on fire. The friction of his fingers against your G-spot combined with the borderline painful feeling of being stretched is making you feel like you are close already.

He pulls his fingers out at once, causing you to whine at the feeling of emptiness. He sucks your juices off his own fingers before be rams his dick into you at an instant. He holds your hips painfully down onto the counter to prevent you from squirming, his blunt fingernails digging into your soft flesh.

You yelp loudly as he slams against your cervix. You feel the pressure of release in your abdomen from just this one thrust alone. You’re beyond horny. “Sang-Woo….ah..I cant take it..I already feel like I’m gonna cum.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “You’ve got a long way to go, princess.”

He starts pounding into you mercilessly. His name slips out of your mouth in a long, lewd, drawn out moan. “Sang-Woo…”

“Do that again.” He growls.

“Sang-Woo!” You cry out repeatedly, his name being broken up by your own moans and sobs. The sensation of pleasure is way, WAY too intense for you to bear.

His length pounds the same spot over and over and over again, bringing you closer and closer to release.

He slips his thumb into your mouth and you swirl your tongue around it in response. “Oh my god…” he groans as he watches you obediently suck the digit. “You don’t know what you do to me, little girl.”

His hand finds its way down to your throat, gripping it gently as he fucks you into the counter. “Who’s my pretty girl? My pretty little girl who’s a slut for me and only me…” He grabs your chin, forcing you to look him directly in the face.

Sang-Woo’s becoming close and you know it. He starts becoming more vocal, moaning and groaning and even letting your own name slip from his mouth a few times, all while his eyes are locked on yours.

He grips your waist tighter than ever. “Fuuuuuck. I’m gonna cum inside you, princess. Your tight little cunt’s gonna overflow.” His eyes are half-lidded and his face is slightly flushed. His hair sticks to his forehead as he comes undone, the feeling of your pussy squeezing him sending him into an oblivion of pleasure.

Your own orgasm follows. It’s explosive. Your pussy squeezes his cock tightly as a wave of pleasure engulfs your body. You’re digging your fingernails into his shoulder, nearly drawing blood as you choke out overstimulated sobs.

Sang-woo is still slowly thrusting into you, fucking his sperm deeper into your pussy. Your heat is tingling and aching at the same time, confusing your brain in the best way possible. You’re both riding it out as long as you can.

He looks at you through half-lidded eyes before sliding out of you slowly. A teeny tiny drop of cum dribbles out of you, the rest being deep inside you after being thoroughly bred.

“Look at all this fuss you caused.” The older man chuckles, pulling his pants back on.

“Me? You’re the one who shut the stove off and tossed me up here on the counter.” You playfully shoot back.

“Well now I’m extra hungry, thanks to you. We better get back to it.” He jokes in his signature sarcastic tone.

You hop down and kiss him on the cheek as he smiles widely. “Eh. Pizza instead?”

He rolls his eyes behind his glasses. “Pizza instead.”

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Heyyyyy guysss!! Happy Monday. Hope everyone has a great week! More fics to come of course. Life has been WILD. We’ve been prepping for Valentine’s Day at the bar and it’s just like AH CRAZZYYY. But I promise I will be writing more this week! Have a good night! -G

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Hi! Can you please do headcanons about how would be Sangwoo with her partner when she has the period?? 🫶🏻🩷

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Cho sang-woo x reader

he is the sweetest everrr

being gentler with you while your laying down resting, or knowing your cramping

His hand brushing your hair out your face while your sleeping, kissing your cheek softly.

gives the best cuddles when your on your period. His larger arms wrapped around you, your head nuzzled against his shoulder as his hands caress your arm lightly.

Need some pain killers or medicine? He’s quick to get it for you.

if you want to lay down and relax all day hes okay with that. But if you want to get up and go out still he won’t stop you. Just go along with it

you wanna be near him? hug and cuddle. He’ll try and make time for you, laying down with you and cuddling when he finishes his work.

procrastinates on his work to give you more attention, but if we’re being realistic. He’ll try getting all his work done before giving you his full attention since you want a lot of it.

Laying in his arms as your tummy hurts and cramps. Whimpering quietly and shuffling against him. “mm you okay?” He’d whisper gently, a slight hint of worry but mostly softness in his voice.

Tries and gets you most of the snacks or drinks you want, but not asking for a lot since you know hes so busy with his work.

“cmere..” he’d mumble. Once he finished all his work he’d climb into bed with you.

Cuddles and gentle kisses for the rest of the night since he has all the time to give you his attention now.

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Cho Sang Woo X F!Reader: A blast from the past

a/n: this was originally supposed to be a Gi hun x Sang-woo X reader but it became something else.

Warnings: smut, kissing, Sang woo being an ass, fluff, jealousy, fingering, penetration (p in v), mentions of attempted suicide, domish Sang woo, fighting, no use of y/n, not proofread, female reader

Word count: 3656 (holy moly)

Fate is a funny thing. Here you were, trapped inside a game of death with none other than your childhood best friends. You hadn’t seen them in ages but the moment you laid eyes on the two men you recognized them instantly. You raced over to them, a smile on your face as you watched the men's eyes widen in recognition.

“Oh my god! Sang-woo, look who it is!”

Gi hun wasted no time, immediately pulling you into a warm embrace. He smelled different then you remembered. The sugary scent that he had when he was a child was completely gone, replaced with a metallic scent that reminded you of coins. Gi hun pulled out of the embrace, his arms holding onto your shoulders as he turned to glance at Sang-woo with an easy smile. The other man gazed at you with an impassive expression. He had always had a sober look, even as a child. You smiled at him but he didn't return the gesture, opting instead to push his glasses up.

“What are you doing here?”

The emotionless tone in which he asked the question made a twinge of anger shoot through you. He sounded like he was judging you. 

“I could ask you the same thing, Mister SNU Business School graduate.”

Gi hun looked between the two of you, noticing the obvious tension. In a desperate attempt to stop this conversation before it became an argument, something that often happened when you and Sang-woo had any sort of interaction, Gi hun placed his hands on either one of your shoulders. You looked at him, your belly warming at the sight of his goofy smile. 

“Looks like we’re going to be playing some games. Should be fun right?”

You glanced at the doll at the edge of the room.

“I was always quite good at red light, green light.”

Sang-woo shrugged Gi hun's hand from his shoulder before silently moving away from the two of you. You scoffed at the action.

“What’s up his ass?”

“I think he’s embarrassed that you saw him like this.”

“But I'm in here too. And so are you.”

“Yeah well, I never had a promising future laid out for me.”

Your brows furrowed at his words but Gi hun just shrugged, as if he knew the affirmation was true.

“Plus, he always wanted to impress you. Even as kids.”

Before you could question Gi huns words a voice rang out through the room, telling you the games were about to begin. 

Your hands shook as you walked back into the dormitory. Blood stained your face and clothes. You looked like a zombie, stumbling around in silence until you reached your bed. You knew the boys had made it too, you’d gotten a quick glance at them as you walked back to the dormitory but you were far too out of it to do anything about it. Luckily you didn’t have to search for them. They found you instead.

You raised your head as a sudden darkness filled your field of vision. Sang-woo stood before you, his face covered in sweat. Somehow he’d managed to keep his glasses on during the game. He didn’t say anything, his eyes moving over the blood on your body. A shrill call of your name rang out from behind you, causing you to look over his shoulder. Gi hun raced towards you, pushing past Sang-woo so he could get to you. He kneeled before you, his hands moving to hold onto your face. 

“Are you okay?”

His eyes seemed to notice the blood for the first time, eyebrows raising with horror.

“Are you hurt? Did you-”

“It’s not hers.”

Sang-woos voice made the two of you look up at him.

“What?”

“The blood Gi hun. It’s not hers.”

Your lip started shaking. Before you could stop them the tears began flowing from your eyes. A small sob made its way from your lips, causing Gi hun’s head to snap back to you. He watched you with wide eyes for a moment before his hands moved to tug you into him. He pulled you to the floor, holding you in a fierce hug. 

“It’s okay. We’re okay.”

Sang-woo watched the exchange with a heavy heart. He watched the way your hands clawed at Gi huns jacket, desperately trying to cling onto something. He wanted to move but he didn't feel like he should. You were probably angry at him, he’d been a dick to you after all. He thought of moving away, leaving you and Gi hun to your tender embrace. But before he could turn around your voice ripped through the silence. You called out his name in a rough whisper, voice a barely contained sob. You hand moved from Gi hun’s jacket, extending it to him in invitation. Gi hun unclinged himself from your body, allowing him to look at Sang-woo. Sang-woo looked from your tear stained face to Gi hun's wide eyed expression and before he could stop himself he was sinking to the floor before you, allowing you to pull him into a tight hug. 

You were sitting on your bed, one of the boys on either side of you. Gi hun held one of your hands in his lap. Sangwoo’s gaze drifted to your hands ever so often, a small twinge of jealousy making its way into his mind. He didn’t know why he’d suddenly started caring about your caresses with Gi hun. Even as children you’d always been closer to the other boy, a consequence of Sangwoos cold nature. But now he wished you’d cling onto him the way you clung to Gi hun. The thought was ripped out of his head when the alarm sounded. 

During the whole voting process your hand remained glued to Gi huns. You watched player after player vote until finally it was Sangwoos' turn. You gave him a small smile as he walked over to the buttons. Your face dropped as you watched him press “O”. You could feel Gi hun's disappointment beside you but he pushed it down to whisper in your ear.

“It’s okay. We still have a chance.”

You nodded, eyes never moving away from the back of Sang-woos head. 

Your body crashed onto the harsh ground with a thud. You groaned as you tried to lift your body up. You couldn't see a thing and your body was bound at an awkward angle. You felt a pair of hands move against your face. You twisted away, a small shriek leaving your lips.

“Stop wiggling around.I’m trying to help.”

You recognized his voice instantly. A small part of you wanted to keep wiggling just to make his life harder, but the cold air on your body was becoming very uncomfortable so you stayed still. The moment both of you were free Sang-woo made his way over to his bag, pulling out his clothes. You stared at him in disbelief. He seemed to notice your eyes on him because he turned around.

“You should get dressed. You’ll get sick.”

You let out a scoff.

“Like you give a shit.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You voted to stay!”

You’d made your way over to him, hands moving to tug the bag out of his hand before throwing it at the floor. Sang-woo gave you a tired look.

“I’m really not in the mood-”

“Oh! I’m sorry! You’re not in the mood to listen to what a shit person you are?”

Sang-woo bit into his lips in anger, his head moving to look at the road.

“Don't look away from me!”

You hit his chest with all your might, something you would do when he’d pissed you off.

“What the hell were you thinking huh? People were killed! We were all going to die and you wanted to keep playing? For what? Some extra cash?”

“Extra cash?” 

He was angry now. You could tell from the look on his face, the way his lips became a small line as he spoke.

“That money would get rid of my debt!”

“It’s blood money Sang-woo!”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t think about it. I saw your face when they started to fill the piggy bank. You wanted it.”

You shake your head at him.

“You don't know anything about me. You never bothered to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means!”

Your face was so close to his that he could feel your breath on his skin. You were looking up at him with a scowl, your brows furrowed so intensely that the line on your forehead became very predominant. You’d only ever looked at him with such anger once before. He didn’t want to remember that day. His eyes shifted over to your body, gaze catching on the bare skin.He couldn’t help it, he’d always found you rather beautiful. He wanted to keep arguing but he was cold and tired. He knew you would keep this up all night if you had to. You were stubborn like that. So he did the only thing he knew would shut you up. He kissed you.

He tasted like cigarettes, his hands were cold as they grabbed onto your waist, pulling flush against his body. Your brain stopped working for a moment, the feeling of his lips was intoxicating but then you seemed to remember that you were mad at him. You shoved him off of you. Your face was flushed, chest rising and falling as you stared at him.

“You’re such a dick Sang-woo.”

With that you’d turned on your heels making your way to the bag that held your clothes. Sang-woo watched you rip it open, removing your clothes from inside before beginning to get dressed. He waited for a moment before beginning to get dressed too. 

Your shoulders shook as you walked down the road. You’d been giving Sang-woo the silent treatment ever since you’d both decided you would walk to the nearest convenience store so you could charge your phones. You kept up with Sang-woos pace but it was obvious you were having a hard time with the cold, not that you would ever admit it to him. Sang-woo stopped abruptly. You turned around to look at him.

“What are you doing? We're almost there.”

You watched him take off his suit jacket. He put his hand out to you, offering you the garment. You glanced at the jacket and then up at him. What was his deal? First he treats you like shit, then he kisses you and now he’s giving you his jacket.

“Take it. I know you’re cold.”

You're about to say you’re fine but a strong gust of wind blows causing you to shiver.

“Oh for fucks sake.”

Sang-woo makes his way to you, placing his jacket over your shoulders. You stare up at him as he drapes the jacket over your body. His glasses are slightly falling down his nose so you raise a finger to his face and push them up. He looks at you for a moment, surprised by the action. 

“Thanks.”

“You’re still an asshole.”

With that you start walking again, leaving Sang-woo behind with a shocked expression. 

It had been a day since you’d left the games. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t seem to stop thinking about that place. Or about Sang-woo. You hated to admit it but even since you’d seen him you’d been plagued by memories of your childhood. You had a crush on Sang-Woo when you were younger. It was hard not to be attracted to him. But as you two grew older he seemed to become more and more distant. One night you had a big fight. It was right before you’d gone off to college and neither one of you had spoken since then. That is until the games brought you back together. 

You stood in front of his door, a bag of takeout in your hand as the other moved to ring the doorbell. When there was no sign of an answer you rang again. You waited for him to come to the door but it seemed he wasn't home. With a disappointed sigh you began moving away. Your head snapped back to the door when you heard the lock click. 

Sang woo stared at you, his eyes moving to the bag in your hand before moving to glance at your face.

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought maybe you’d like some company…”

You looked at him, noticing the water that dripped from his pants.

“Did you fall into the bathtub?”

Sang-woo moved out of the way, not bothering to answer your question. You entered his apartment, being careful as to not slip on the watery floor. Sang woo trailed behind you in silence. He watched you remove the food from your bag, placing it on the table before turning to look at him. 

“You should probably change. You’re all wet.”

He looked down at his feet, watching the water drip from his pants. You watched him, worry filling your chest. You made your way to him. Sang-woo lifted his gaze from the floor as you approached him. The pitiful look you gave him made him feel pathetic. 

“Do you want me to help?”

He nodded slowly. 

“Okay.”

You moved your hand to his chest, slowly beginning to unbutton his shirt. Once you've managed to get all the buttons you reached beneath the cloth, pushing his shirt and jacket off in one go. The wet fabric landed with a dull thud on the ground. Your hand moved to his waistband, eyes gazing up at him through your lashes. The tension filled the air, making it hard to breathe. You moved slowly, afraid that any harsh move would make Sang-woo react negatively. You began to work on his belt but his hand stopped you. You looked up at him, searching for discomfort in his face. 

“Everything okay?”

He nodded, his hand moving to rest on your waist. You gasped as his cold hand made its way beneath the fabric, fingers skimming over the bare skin. He tugged your shirt up a bit, stopping only to look at you for confirmation that this was okay. You nodded at him, not trusting your voice. You lifted your arms, allowing him to tug your shirt off. He looked at you for a while, just talking in the sight of your flushed expression. One of his hands moved to trace your collarbone and you let out a breathy sigh. 

“Sang-woo.”

“Hum?”

“Please don’t tease.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

He was. But not on purpose. He was trying to remember every inch of your face. He needed to go back in time, even if just for one night. He wanted to feel like a teenager again. Young and unburdened. His hand moved to hold onto your face, fingers tracing your lips before he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was gentler than the one he’d given you the night before. Your hands wrapped around his neck, tugging him closer. Your pants began to drench up the water from his as the two of you kissed. You pulled away to breathe and Sang-woo took it as a chance to kiss your neck. You gasped as his tongue moved over your skin. Your hands fumbled against his belt, tugging it off in desperation before moving to pull his pants down. His own hands found their way to your bottoms, pulling them off as well.

The two of you broke apart for a moment, panting as you took in the sight of each other. Your eyes traced over Sang woo's body, you’d seen it hours prior but the circumstances had been very different. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together as your eyes caught onto his hard on. Sang-Woo's throat was suddenly dry. He’d been planning to kill himself moments ago, if you hadn't knocked he’d probably gone through with it. He pushed the thoughts down, trying to focus on the task at hand. There was a beautiful semi naked woman before him. He wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. 

With one long stride Sang woo made his way to you, kissing you with a newly found hunger. He pushed you against the wall, his lips swallowing your gasps. His hard on rubbed against your clothed cunt and you couldn’t help but moan. His hand moved down your body, fingers rubbing over your underwear for a moment before pushing it to the side. You gasped as his digits entered you, nails digging into the muscles of his back. The sound your pussy made as he fingered you was down right shameful but you couldn’t get yourself to care. Not when your body buzzed with your upcoming orgasm. Your mouth went slack as Sang woo shifted his hand, allowing him to enter his fingers even deeper. 

“I missed you.”

“You’re the one that didn’t keep contact.”

Sangwoo grumbled at your words, fingers curling into you.

“I- ah- had to find out how you-shit- were through your mother.”

He was moving at a rapid speed, his motions making the air leave your chest. 

“Gi hun was all over you.”

“What?”

The words caught you off guard. Here you were,in his apartment, with his fingers inside you. And he was talking about Gi hun.

“In the games. He was all over you.” 

“He was excited to see me. Unlike some people.”

Sang-woo stilled his movements at your words, making you whine.

“Why’d you stop?”

“You’re mine.”

“What are-”

“Say it.”

You looked up at Sang-woo with wide eyes. The pathetic puppy dog you’d found when you walked in was completely gone. Sang-woo was back and he knew exactly what he could do to you. Your walls clenched around his fingers as he waited for you to say what he wanted. 

“I’m yours.”

Sang-woo's neck twitched at your breathy voice. He crashed his lips onto yours, fingers moving inside you once again. Your moans became more and more high pitched. You were so close, your eyes began to roll back into your head, mouth becoming slack. Just as you were about to tell Sang-woo you were going to cum he removed himself from you completely. You wanted to yell at him. He'd brought you to the brink only to rip it away at the last second.

You moved forward, fully prepared to hit him but you stilled when your gaze fell to his boxers. He was incredibly hard. There was a small stain on the fabric you assumed was pre cum. You watched him place his fingers on the edge of his boxers, thighs rubbing together in anticipation.  In one smooth movement he tugged his boxers down, his dick slapping proudly against his stomach as he removed it from its confinement. Sang-woo hissed at the feeling of the cold air on his dick. You stared at him without a twinge of shame. 

“Take your bra off.”

You didn’t even question it, immediately moving to unclasp the garment. Sang-woo made his way back to you, his hand moving to caress your breasts. You whined as he kissed your neck.

“Sang-woo please…”

“What is it, hum?”

“I need you inside me. Please fuck me.”

You could feel him smirk against your skin. This cocky bastard. You grabbed at his dick causing him to let out a moan. His head snapped up to look at you.

“I’m starting to lose my patience, Sang-woo.”

The look he gave you was comical. He was always in control but he’d forgotten just who he was dealing with.

“Either you fuck me right now or i’m leaving you to deal with this alone.”

“Oh yeah? And what about you huh? Gonna deal with this yourself.”

He grabbed at your cunt and you keened. 

“Don’t worry about me. I’m sure Gi hun would love to help.”

A growl left Sang woo's lips. In a blink of an eye he’d dragged your underwear down, his hands pushing you against the wall as he inserted himself in you. He didn’t give you a moment to breathe, his dick beginning to bully into you. All you could do was whine as his dick rammed into your pussy. You grabbed onto him, legs moving to wrap around his waist.

“Think Gi hun could fuck you like this? Think he could even compare to me? Answer me!”

“No! Sang-woo only you can fuck me like this. Please!”

“Good girl. You gonna cum? Gonna cream all over my cock?”

You were a babbling mess, your head nodding eagerly as your orgasm approached. You half expected Sang-woo to pull away again. It’s not that he didn't think of punishing you, the idea did cross his mind but the feeling of you wrapped around him was far too irresistible. And then if it couldn’t get any better you came. A shrill screech of his name made its way out of your lips as your juices counted his dick. Your body sagged into his, head resting on the crock of his neck. His hands moved to grab at your ass, allowing his thrusts to quicken. You whined into his neck, a slight feeling of overstimulation beginning to come over you. Sang-woo gave one last harsh thrust before his body stopped moving. You felt his side spill into you, coating your walls with ease. 

You removed your legs from his waist slowly. Sang-woo continued to pant, trying to recover from his orgasm. You pushed some hair off his face. He looked at you, his eyes full of an unexpected tenderness.

“Don’t leave me again.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Sang Woo. I’m right here.”

As if to prove your point you placed a loving kiss to his lips, forehead resting against his as silence filled the room.

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Cigarette Smoke (p2)

Sang Woo x reader [SMUT]📖

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Part 1

Tw: smoking

Sang Woo pressed his lips on yours. Surprisingly gentle for a man like him. He tasted like cigarettes and minty toothpaste. There was a hint of liquor on his tongue. Delicious. You thought.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I shouldn’t be doing this. Your dad is my best friend and- god you’re so hot but he’s my-“ he stumbles over his words. You pressed your lips on his again. Making him shut his mouth.

“Shut up.” You tell him, taking a finished drag off your cigarette. “A kiss wouldn’t kill anyone” you say.

“Yeah, but you’re his daughter. Not just anyone” he says, putting his cigarette back in his mouth thoughtfully. Move to straddle his lap. His eyes wide, he was no longer calculated nor deliberate. He was a feeling and reactive human. You took his cigarette out of his mouth, pressing your lips against his again.

“His daughter, is going to deliberately make out with you” you whisper. He held you close to him, pressing his lips to yours again. Forcing his tongue inside your mouth, entwining your tongues you moaned into the kiss. The sinful sound making his cock harden in his bottoms. He trailed hot kisses down your neck, and to your collarbone.

You ground your hips down onto his member, making it throb. His hand found its way to your hair, pulling your head back so he can better access your neck. You ground faster on his clothed cock, seeking friction to now satisfy your aching pussy.

“Are you really trying to fuck me on your stairs?” He chuckles lowly, the rumble of laughter from his chest satisfying your ears.

“I’ll fuck you anywhere” you whisper.

“Let’s go to your room then” he lifts you off his lap and sets you down, following you quietly through the house and into your room. You locked your door, before pulling him down to kiss you again. He lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss. He walked to your bed. Laying you on it gently.

He pulled your hoodie off, realizing that there was nothing underneath. He lead his kisses down your neck and to your stomach, stopping just above your waist band. He pulled his shirt over his head, you scooted back on your bed, allowing him to crawl between your legs, setting his hips on your thighs.

“Your kisses are fucking addicting” he growled lowly in your ear, taking his glasses off and setting them on your bedside table.

Your hands drifted down his arms as he held himself above you. His cock begging to be let loose. He pulled your pants down, seeing a sheer thong. His groaned with arousal,

“Holy fuck” was the only thing that left his chest. He let you pull down his pants, no boxers on, revealed a long thick cock. He made easy work of your thing, discarding it with the rest of your combined clothes on the floor.

“I might never want you to leave” he warned.

“I don’t want to leave you” you ignored the warning tone, only caring about feeling the man you now so desperately desired. He entered into you. Sinful sounds arising from the two of you. He fucked you slowly, relishing the feeling of a pussy he shouldn’t even be indulging in, but he didn’t care.

“Oh my god” he groaned quietly. Before quickening his pace. He buried his face in the crook of your neck so he could hear those angelic sounds you were making.

“Sang Woo” you moaned as he fucked you. He hitched your leg up under his arm, better hitting your g-spot. Making you lose your mind. “That feels so good” you said too loudly. He put his palm over your mouth. Which his free hand, he grabbed your other leg, slinging them both on your shoulder. His deep groans making you wetter as you wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck don’t stop” you pleas quietly. He took both legs off his shoulders, spreading them out further as he placed himself deeper between your legs. His large hands gripped your ass, slamming into you as he brought you up to meet his thrusts. He fucked you like you were going to disappear the next day.

“I’m going to cum” he tells you. “Fuck I’m going to cum” he brought his head down and bit your collarbone, leaving a deep purple mark as he released deep into you, not bothering to stop.

“Oh my god, you feel so good” you whimper. He pulled out and laid beside you, pulling you close to him. He put his fingers into your throbbing pussy, moving them rapidly in a motion you’d never felt before, but fuck did it feel so good. You clenched around him.

“Cum for me” he coaxed. “Come on angel, cum for me” he moved his hand so fast you couldn’t handle it anymore. You squirted on his hand, letting out stiff moans as you did. “Good girl” he praised you, gently finger fucking you until you met your release. You two laid in the afterglow of your high, you small body illuminated by the yellow glow of your bathroom light. He rubbed your back gently before reaching for him pants, grabbing a cigarette and a lighter from them.

“Opened the window a little.” You say. “It better ventilates the room” he nodded and opened the window. You laid next to him, rubbing your thighs together as your mixed cum seeped from your slit. He looked down at you and smiled.

“Hey, don’t go fucking other guys when you go to that program.” He orders.

“If you promise me you won’t like, hook up with some chick and get married while I’m that far away”

“Well for one, I already told you, I’m hard to deal with. And secondly, I don’t want to share you with a bunch of other guys”

“You didn’t say that you wouldn’t hook up with another chick” you smirk.

“I won’t go hook up with another chick”

“Or?”

“Or get married” he softly grabbed your neck, pulling you to kiss him. “I promise” he snaked his arm around you to grip your ass. Putting out his cigarette in the ashtray by your bed, and reaching behind you to grab the blanket and pulling it over you,

“Your dad won’t-“

“Nope. My bed room door is locked and thjs bathroom connects to my room. The bathroom door is closed and he won’t enter without knocking. He has his own bathroom.” You cut him off. “Don’t worry, if he comes looking, just walked into the bathroom and close my door and when he does start calling for you just walk out” you add.

A quiet breath he was holding was let out into the silence. He kissed the top of your head and wrapped another protective arm around you.

“Good night, angel” he says.

“Good night, Sangie” you reply. Sangie? He said to himself. A nickname he now had that only you could ever call him.

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