#sang-woo x reader smut

[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

[whitefeathers]

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

ILY real af there needs to be more

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

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

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

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

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

“Hear that, little girl?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

[celestiamour]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you shouldn’t be here at this time.”

“are you going to turn me away?”

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

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

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

“when are you leaving for university?”

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

“we shouldn’t be doing this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fear-is-truth]

❝ V A C A N C Y ❞ ・── cho sang-woo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[carnalcrows]

LOLLIPOP - CHO SANGWOO

pairing: dad's best friend!cho sang-woo x trans male reader

synopsis: When your dad’s hot best friend crashes at your place for a week, things heat up faster than the broken AC—throw in drunken confessions, lollipops, and a whole lot of unresolved tension, and you’ve got a summer break you’ll never forget.

content warnings: 18+, reader definitely has an oral fixation, too much plot, mentions of a transphobic mother, (GI HUN IS READER'S DAD), age gap (reader is 19 and sang-woo is in his 40's), unprotected sex, P in V, back-scratching? fingering, lots of unspoken tension.

word count: - 4.3k

A/N: ty to @art-gang-money , their request was what made me go on a spiral w this fic 🙏🏼🫡

Summer in your dad’s apartment always smelled like kimchi stew and stale cigarettes, a combination you’d grown weirdly fond of since moving back in after you started uni. The ceiling fan wobbled as it turned, and the couch sagged just enough to remind you how old it was. You were sprawled out on it lazily sucking on a cranberry lollipop and scrolling through your phone, when your dad cleared his throat dramatically.

“You’ll never guess who’s coming over,” he said, leaning against the doorframe like he was delivering some kind of life-altering news.

“Let me guess,” you deadpanned. “The landlord? Because I think the AC’s about to give out.”

He waved you off, grinning. “No, you brat. Cho Sangwoo. You’ve heard me talk about him, right?”

Heard? More like endured. Sangwoo was the mythical figure your dad brought up at every family gathering, a symbol of everything Seong Gi-hun wanted you to be: successful, hardworking, and an SNU graduate. You’d rolled your eyes through countless retellings of his achievements, imagining some stiff, balding guy in glasses who probably spoke in lectures.

“Yeah, sure,” you muttered, not looking up.

“He’s staying here for a week,” your dad added, oblivious to your lack of enthusiasm. “He’s got a client nearby, and I told him he could crash here. You’ll like him. He’s... cool.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Cool? Coming from you, that doesn’t mean much.”

Your dad ignored the jab, already walking toward the door. “He should be here any minute!”

When the door opened a few minutes later, you barely glanced up—until you heard the deep, smooth voice that followed.

“Gi-hun,” the man said warmly, stepping inside. “It’s been too long.”

You looked up and your sucker almost fell out of your mouth.

This wasn’t the stiff, balding guy you’d imagined. Sangwoo was tall, broad-shouldered, and wearing a suit that looked like it cost more than your dad’s entire wardrobe. His hair was styled just enough to look effortless, and the way he carried himself screamed confidence.

“Finally, you’re here!” your dad said, pulling him into a back-slapping hug. “Sangwoo, this is my son.”

“Nice to meet you kid,” Sangwoo said, extending a hand toward you.

You shook it, trying not to let your thoughts show on your face. His grip was firm, and his eyes lingered a moment longer than necessary.

“So you’re the famous Sangwoo,” you grinned, “Didn’t expect you to be so... old.”

Sangwoo raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a faint smirk. “Old?”

“Yeah,” you teased, leaning back against the couch. “Forty’s ancient.”

Your dad barked out a laugh. “Don’t mind him. He thinks anyone over twenty-five is ancient.”

Sangwoo didn’t reply, but the way his gaze lingered on you made your stomach twist.

After dinner, the hum of the evening settled over the apartment. Gi-hun had retreated to the couch, already half-asleep with the TV droning in the background. You had volunteered—reluctantly—to wash the dishes, partly out of guilt for eating so much and partly to avoid sitting awkwardly in the living room while Sangwoo and your dad chatted about old times.

The warm water ran over your hands as you scrubbed a plate, the faint scent of dish soap filling the air. You had just started to lose yourself in the monotony when you felt it—the faint shift of the air behind you.

“Need help?” Sangwoo’s voice came, low and smooth, almost too close.

You froze for a split second, your grip tightening on the plate. “Uh... I’ve got it,” you said, trying to sound casual, but your voice came out tighter than you’d hoped.

He didn’t seem to care—or maybe he didn’t believe you. Instead of leaving, he moved closer, his arm brushing against yours as he reached for the sponge in your hand.

“Don’t be stubborn,” he said, his tone light but with an edge of amusement.

Before you could protest, he had already slid the sponge from your fingers, his other hand gently nudging you to the side—not enough to move you completely, but just enough so he could stand behind you, his chest brushing your back.

The countertop pressed against your hips, trapping you between the solid wood and Sangwoo. You swallowed hard, your thoughts scattering like leaves in a gust of wind.

His scent hit you first—clean and sharp, a mix of soap and something faintly musky, like fresh cedarwood. He had clearly just stepped out of the shower; his hair was still damp, and the faint warmth of his skin radiated against you.

“Just rinse them,” he said, his voice a soft rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

You nodded dumbly, reaching for the faucet, but your hands felt clumsy, your fingers fumbling with the knobs. The sound of the water splashing into the sink seemed impossibly loud in the otherwise quiet kitchen.

Sangwoo leaned forward slightly, his arm stretching past you to grab another plate. The movement brought him even closer, his chest pressing more firmly against your back. You could feel the faint rise and fall of his breath, steady and unhurried, as if he weren’t fully aware of what he was doing—or maybe he was too aware.

“You’re tense,” he commented, his voice laced with amusement.

You let out a breathless laugh, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. “Yeah, well, I didn’t expect to be body-blocked while washing dishes.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your back. “You’re overthinking it. Just relax.”

Easier said than done, especially with him standing this close. Every time his arm brushed yours or his hand grazed yours as he passed a plate, it sent tiny jolts of electricity through you.

“You always make dishwashing this awkward?” you asked, your tone half-joking, half-desperate to diffuse the tension.

“Only when I’m working with someone as clumsy as you,” he shot back, his smirk practically audible.

You turned your head slightly to glare at him, but the motion brought your face dangerously close to his. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back to you, and for a moment, neither of you moved.

The air between you was heavy, charged with something unspoken but impossible to ignore. He was so close you could see the faint droplets of water still clinging to his hair, the curve of his mouth as he smiled faintly, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Well,” you managed to say, your voice quieter now, “if you’re going to take over, at least let me get out of your way.”

“Who said I wanted you to move?” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you thought you’d misheard him. But then he turned back to the sink, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips as he continued washing the dishes as if nothing had happened.

You stayed frozen in place, your mind racing and your pulse hammering in your ears. If this was some kind of game, Sangwoo was winning effortlessly.

On the third day of Sangwoo’s stay, your dad insisted on taking you both out for drinks, and Sangwoo agreed with a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Gi-hun, unsurprisingly, got wasted. You and Sangwoo ended up practically dragging him back to The humid summer night hung heavy as you and Sangwoo maneuvered your dad through the narrow streets, Gi-hun stumbling slightly with every step. He reeked of soju and cheap beer, his arm slung around Sangwoo’s shoulder while you tried to steady him from the other side.

“He’s heavy for someone who barely eats,” you grumbled, adjusting your grip.

“He’s always been like this,” Sangwoo said, shaking his head. “Some things never change.”

“Y’know,” Gi-hun suddenly slurred, his voice unusually loud in the stillness of the night, “I never thought I’d be one of those dads.”

“Which kind?” you asked, bracing yourself for whatever drunken confession was about to follow.

“The good ones!” he proclaimed, nearly tripping over his own feet. Sangwoo caught him effortlessly, his expression unreadable as Gi-hun continued. “Your mom… she didn’t think so. Thought I was crazy for defending you.”

“Dad,” you muttered, feeling the familiar prick of discomfort settle in your chest. “Maybe now’s not the time—”

“Why not?” Gi-hun cut you off, his eyes glassy but filled with a strange intensity. “Sangwoo doesn’t care. Do you, Sangwoo?”

Sangwoo hesitated, glancing at you before replying softly, “Not at all.”

Gi-hun nodded triumphantly, as if Sangwoo’s approval was all the validation he needed. “See? Told you. No shame in it. Not a damn bit.”

You didn’t reply, focusing instead on guiding him toward the apartment. But Gi-hun wasn’t done.

“Your mom…” His voice grew quieter, tinged with bitterness. “She couldn’t handle it. Said it wasn’t natural. Like you weren’t her kid anymore, just because you stopped wearing dresses and started wearing ties.” He barked out a humorless laugh. “As if a piece of fabric could change the fact that you’re you.”

Your chest tightened, but you didn’t interrupt. This wasn’t the first time he’d brought it up, but it still hit like a sucker punch every time.

“She wanted you to be her perfect little daughter,” Gi-hun continued, his words starting to blur together. ���And when you wouldn’t… she packed up your sister and left. Going all the way to America like that would fix everything.”

He stumbled again, and this time Sangwoo steadied him with a firm grip. “America’s got more people like you anyway,” Gi-hun added, his tone lightening into something almost comedic. “She probably hates it there. Serves her right.”

You let out a soft, startled laugh despite yourself. The absurdity of it all—the drunken way he said it, the thought of your mother fuming in a country full of people who were allowed to be themselves (kinda)—was too ridiculous not to.

Gi-hun turned to look at you, his expression suddenly serious. “But you know… I’m glad you stayed with me. I wouldn’t trade you for anything. Not for a wife, not for money, not for anything.”

Your throat tightened, and you could only nod, your voice caught somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

Gi-hun leaned heavily against Sangwoo, his weight almost toppling both of them. “My kid’s a damn good man,” he declared, his voice wobbling with emotion. “Better than I’ll ever be.”

Sangwoo’s gaze flickered toward you, his dark eyes softening in understanding. He didn’t say anything, but the slight dip of his head felt like a silent acknowledgment—a recognition of everything unsaid.

When you finally got Gi-hun back to the apartment, he collapsed onto the couch, snoring almost instantly. You stood there for a moment, staring at him, your emotions too tangled to sort through.

Sangwoo broke the silence, his voice low. “He’s a good father.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the quiet sincerity in his tone. “Yeah,” you replied, your voice softer than usual. “He is.”

When you finally got your dad into bed from the couch, you turned to Sangwoo, expecting some kind of witty remark.

Instead, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable.

“What?” you asked, your voice coming out more defensive than you intended.

“Why do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“Acting like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing,” he said, stepping closer. His voice was low, almost a growl, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Maybe I don’t,” you replied, your tone defiant.

“Don’t play dumb.” He was close now, so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. “You’ve been pushing me all week. Do you even know what you’re asking for?”

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t back down. “Maybe I do.”

That was all it took.

His hand shot out, gripping the back of your neck as his lips crashed into yours. The kiss was rough, heated, filled with all the tension that had been building between you.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands clutching at his shirt as he pressed you against the wall. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, and you let out a quiet gasp that only spurred him on.

The kiss had left you breathless, your pulse pounding in your ears as Sangwoo’s grip on the back of your neck softened just slightly. The wall at your back was cool, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. His forehead rested against yours, and for a brief moment, neither of you spoke.

“You’re trouble,” he muttered again, his voice quieter this time, but no less intense.

“You’re the one kissing me,” you shot back, the words shaky but bold.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, and his fingers slid from your neck to trace the line of your jaw. The touch was maddeningly slow, deliberate, and you couldn’t help but lean into it.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” he asked, his tone tinged with something between amusement and exasperation.

“Do you?” you countered, meeting his gaze.

His eyes darkened, and his hand dropped to your waist, pulling you closer. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Good thing I’m not scared of getting burned.”

That was all it took for him to lose the last thread of restraint. His lips were on yours again, fiercer this time, his hands gripping your waist as if anchoring himself. You clung to him just as desperately, your fingers tangling in his shirt.

When he pulled back again, his lips hovered near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “You’ve been driving me insane,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

“Yeah?” you whispered, a teasing edge creeping into your tone despite the way your heart was racing. “And here I thought you were just ignoring me.”

His laugh was soft, almost bitter. “Ignoring you? Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands off you?”

Your face heated at his words, but you couldn’t resist pushing him just a little further. “Sounds like a you problem, old man.”

His grip tightened on your waist, and he pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression a mix of frustration and desire. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

You opened your mouth to retort, but he didn’t give you the chance. His lips were on yours again, his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt to rest against your bare skin. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through you, and you gasped softly against his mouth.

“Sangwoo—” you started, but he silenced you with another kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before he pulled away just slightly.

“Say my name again,” he murmured, his voice so low it sent a thrill down your spine.

Your lips parted, but the sound of a door creaking down the hall snapped you both back to reality.

“Shit,” you whispered, your head jerking toward the noise.

He let out a soft curse, his hands slipping from your waist as he stepped back, putting just enough space between you to make it look like nothing had happened.

“Dad?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Probably,” Sangwoo replied, his tone clipped. He straightened his shirt, his expression already hardening back into the composed mask he’d worn all week.

You didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed as you watched him pull himself together, but the heat in his gaze when he glanced back at you told you this wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

“Go to bed,” he said quietly, the corner of his mouth twitching into the faintest hint of a smirk. “We’ll talk about this later.”

“Promise?” you asked, your voice light but your heart still pounding.

He didn’t answer, but the look he gave you said enough.

Saturday had never felt so bittersweet. Usually, it was your favorite day of the week—a time to sleep in, lounge around, and revel in doing absolutely nothing. But this Saturday was different. Sangwoo’s stay was coming to an end, and the thought of him leaving left a knot in your stomach.

You hadn’t had the chance to talk about what had happened that night after the pub—or maybe you’d both avoided it. Every brush of his hand, every lingering look, had felt heavier in the days that followed. But neither of you had acknowledged it. Not once.

The tension in the apartment was unbearable, made worse by your dad’s cheery obliviousness. That morning, he announced he had to run out for work and wouldn’t be back until evening. He didn’t even glance up as he slipped on his shoes, leaving you alone with Sangwoo.

You sat at the kitchen table, absently swirling the stick of a grape lollipop between your lips as you scrolled through your phone. The candy clicked softly against your teeth, your thoughts miles away.

The sound of a chair scraping across the floor snapped you back to reality. You glanced up to see Sangwoo sitting across from you, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

“Is it good?” he asked, nodding toward the lollipop.

You pulled it out of your mouth with a soft pop, tilting your head. “What, this?” You swirled the candy dramatically. “Amazing. Want a taste, old man?”

His lips quirked into that maddening smirk, but he didn’t reply. Instead, he stood, moving toward you with deliberate slowness.

“Sangwoo,” you started, a warning in your tone.

He stopped right beside you, one hand braced on the table as he leaned down. His voice was low, a soft rumble that made your pulse quicken. “You’ve been driving me insane all week.”

You tried for a laugh, but it came out shaky. “Is this about the coffee thing again? (you had put salt in his coffee instead of sugar because you were so fixated on his face-) Because I already apologized—”

His hand reached out, his fingers gently gripping your chin, tilting your face toward him. The sudden proximity stole the words from your throat.

“Stop,” he said quietly, his eyes locked on yours. “Stop pretending like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”

Your heart was hammering now, the lollipop stick trembling slightly in your fingers. “Maybe I don’t,” you replied, though the smirk tugging at your lips said otherwise.

His gaze dropped to your mouth, and for a moment, he seemed to wrestle with himself. Then he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re going to make me lose control.”

The words sent a thrill through you, but before you could respond, his lips crashed into yours.

It wasn’t gentle. It was rough, messy, and desperate, like he’d been holding back for too long and couldn’t stand it anymore. The lollipop tumbled from your hand, forgotten as you gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer.

He groaned softly against your mouth, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you out of the chair and into him. Your back hit the wall a second later, and you gasped, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands tangled in his hair, still faintly damp from his morning shower. He kissed you like he was starving, his lips hot and insistent against yours. One of his hands slid up, tangling in your hair, while the other gripped your hip, keeping you firmly in place.

“You taste sweet,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough.

You managed a breathless laugh, tilting your head to nip at his jaw. “Blame the lollipop.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and heated. “Where’s the rest of it?”

“On the table,” you teased, the corner of your mouth quirking up.

With a low chuckle, he grabbed the discarded lollipop, holding it up as if examining it. Then, to your shock, he popped it into his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours.

“That’s mine,” you protested weakly, though your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Not anymore,” he said, his tone laced with amusement.

Before you could respond, he was kissing you again, the faint sweetness of the candy mixing with the heat of his mouth. The combination was intoxicating, making your head spin.

His hands roamed, gripping your waist, sliding under your shirt to brush against your bare skin. Every touch left a trail of fire in its wake, and you couldn’t help the soft sound that escaped your lips.

“Sangwoo,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck.

“Sangwoo,” you repeated, your hands clutching at his shoulders.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his breathing ragged. “You’ve been driving me crazy all week,” he said, his voice low and raw.

“Good,” you shot back, your smirk returning. “Serves you right, old man.”

His laugh was quiet, almost disbelieving, before his lips found yours again, pulling you into another dizzying kiss.

His hand was going lower and lower, first to your collarbone, then to your waist. It slowly inched the topband of your shorts, pulling it back and letting it slap onto your skip, making you yelp.

His other hand held you steady at the waist, while his dominant one went under your boxers.

You whimpered as you felt his hand graze your cunt, teasing one finger against your wet folds. It had been a solid minute since you even touched yourself down there. You were always too anxious that Sangwoo would be able to hear you (Dad was tone deaf) or he might come home earlier than expected from his business meetings.

And his fingers— God, his hands. So strong and thick. They linger over the soft pudge of your cunt, pressing into the warm skin and pulling apart each sticky fold to ghost over the quiver and throb of your acawaiting, needy clit. How overwhelming they were, using his thumb to rub smooth circles into it, eliciting a wet squelch as his fingers sunk into your hot, gummy walls.

You latched your hands on his shoulders, back arching into the wall with the sudden intrusion. You muffled any noise you made by hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

He propped you up higher on the wall, letting your head fall back, while his eyes never left yours.

“Sangwo–,” you were cut off by him suddenly sliding your shorts down. You remembered with embarrassment that you had worn–

“Huh. Hello Kitty.” the man stated while looking at your bright pink boxers. Your face flushed, turning to look away, while Sanwoo slid your boxers down and continued to have his way with your sopping cunt. 

You had no idea how long you had been in that position. He had taken your leg and placed it on your shoulder, making you somewhat balance on one leg, back resting on the wall and your hands on his shoulder.

Sangwoo on the other hand was obsessed with how his fingers were practically being devoured by your needy cunt, the slick making it easier to slide in every time.

He determined that you had been prepped enough, and removed his belt, along with his pants and boxers, which were now pooling at his knees.

He used his toned arms to steadily lift both your legs up, making you squeak. Your knees were now at the same level of your shoulders. Before you could let out a remark, he had slid the tip of his length into your gummy walls, eyes going wide with how tight you were.

“Fuck…so tight f’me, aren’t you?” It wasn’t really a question, more of a statement, and before you could respond, he had slid all the way in, making you gasp.

Using the opportunity, he captured your lips with his once more, muffling the sweet moans that came from you. He wanted to hear you, but your neighbours seemed to be quite…nosy.

When he had buried his cock all the way to the hilt, he stopped.

“Please…fuck, Sangwoo–,” you whined, feeling full but it just. wasn’t. enough.

“Please what doll? Use your words,” he teased, the smugness evident on his face.

“Fuck me till my legs are shaking. Please please plea–,” before you could finish, Sangwoo had slid out and he rammed into you once more, making you let out an almost pornographic moan.

He went at it like an animal, fucking into you with reckless abandon, as though he was in a rut. Your hands went from his shoulders to his back, your nails (whatever was left of them after you bit them off) scratched his back, leaving crescent shaped indents on his skin.

Your cunt clamped tightly around his cock, as you tried to babble something but only moans left your lips. He seemed so heavily into chasing his own orgasm at this point. 

“San..Sangwoo..I– ” You tried to say but could only cry out as you felt your orgasm wash over you like a rapid stream. Your fingers dug ineffectually into his back as a way of forgetting the overstimulation against the older man’s harsh thrusts.

He groaned, feeling the sting of your nails and how your cunt was clenching around his length with every thrust.

He continued going even after you came, his hips retracting at a fast pace. His grip on your waist tightened, pressing down onto your flesh.

“ I’m gonna-- “, he breathes out before (reluctantly) pulling out of your tight hole and climaxing all over your stomach. 

The warmth of the liquid seeped down your stomach, settling in your navel and even going further to your used cunt.

As he was staring at your hole, that was still clenching around nothing, you brought your shaky hand to his face and dived in for another kiss.

The sound of a key turning in the door was unheard. Your dad’s voice rang out from the hallway. “Forgot my wallet! Need to get the groceries– What the… CHO SANGWOO WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SON–”

Shit.

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[pukah]

please do cho sangwoo twt links

cho sang-woo nsfw twitter links

— riding him

— rubbing and teasing your holes

— he found your toy..

— loves the way your pussy feels

— definitely one of his favorite positions

— playing with your pussy

— slamming into you repeatedly

— hungry for his cock

— coating himself with your juices

— fucking your body into the couch

— pushing you into the bed

— making you cum over and over again

— riding his face

— loves the way your tits feel

— netflix and chill

— car sex in the front seat

[forchosangwoo]

— relationship w cho sangwoo ☆ sfw + nsfw headcannons

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

SFW . . . !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he would love to listen to your yapping.

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

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

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

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

NSFW . . . !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[k1mbe3rly]

pls do cho sangwoo twt links

since you asked so nicely 😘

Cho Sangwoo twitter links

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

[voxslays]

VALENTINES DAY WITH THE SQUID GAMES MEN

HWANG IN-HO

‪‪❤︎‬ Very romantic. In-ho knows how to please a woman. He will start the morning with a fancy breakfast in bed and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Once you’re done with breakfast, you two hop in the shower together (your choice if it gets steamy or not).

‪‪❤︎ Then, in the evening, he takes you to a five star, seven course, restaurant with the best view of Seoul. On the boat ride back to the island, he passionately makes out with you, draping his coat over you even if you insist you’re not cold.

KANG DAE-HO

‪‪❤︎‬ Being the sweetheart he is, he makes sure he spends the entire day with you. Dae-ho makes sure to pick up both a huge pink teddy bear (that you can barely fit on your bed) and a bouquet of bright pink and yellow tulips.

‪‪❤︎‬ Dae-ho will take you for a walk in a nearby park, under the blossoming cherry blossom trees. He is kissing you the entire time. Not in an overly sexual or rough way, but in a sweet lovey dovey way.

SANG-WOO

‪‪❤︎‬ Sang-Woo is a very busy man. Being the leader of investment in his workplace. Being the diligent worker he is—he usually works late nights and early mornings. But on Valentine’s Day? He takes the entire day off, just for you.

‪‪❤︎ Sang-Woo will make sure the day goes by perfectly smooth. He will take you to your favorite high end restaurant, watching you get dolled up is his favorite part. And when the end of the night rolls around, he makes love to you.

SEONG GI-HUN

‪‪❤︎ So sweet. Gi-hun is just a complete sweetheart with the weight of the world on his shoulders and a lot of trauma. Like he did for his daughter in season one, he would try so hard to win you one of the little prizes from the claw machines. It would be so cute.

‪‪❤︎ He would make you a home cooked meal. It may not be a fancy five star, seven course meal, but it’s made with heart, and that’s what counts. As you two wind down for the evening, he will put on a sappy rom-com as you cuddle into him.

THANOS

‪‪❤︎‬ Thanos has never been big on Valentine’s Day or love in general, until he met you. In past years, he’d usually hook up with one of his fans and call it a day, but this year? He was going to make it one you would remember.

‪‪❤︎‬ Will take you to an arcade and win you one of those cute little bears holding a heart (you know what I mean). After the arcade, he will go home and rap his heart out to you. It’s one he made over the last week, and it’s dedicated to you! It’s cringey, but cute.

GONG YOO

‪‪❤︎‬ Like Sang-Woo, the recruiter is a very busy man—especially in the weeks before the games. Whether it’s dodging Gi-hun and his team of investigators, or recruiting the correct number for the games, he has no time for himself.

‪‪❤︎‬ But that doesn’t mean when he comes home at night, he won’t make time for you. Although, he unfortunately isn’t able to afford the luxury of taking the day off, you’d best believe when he comes home he’ll show you how much he loves and missed you.

[snickerdoodlebaby]

a sangwoo x inho combo is probably lethal they would want to destroy you 😵‍💫 idk who’s meaner

The dream team combo fr 🙏

I see Sangwoo being more of a pervert, always pushing your boundaries and cleverly manipulating your innocent self. And I see Inho as more strict, roughly dealing out punishments to set your bratty ass in line.

Sangwoo holds you down against his sitting form, his big hands digging into the plush of your bare thighs, your ass high in the air. His lap is warm against your abdomen as your head is bowed down.

“Hold still.” You try your hardest to stop your wiggling and whimpering when the command comes from Sangwoo, you really do! You know he means business because he rolled up his sleeves and removed his glasses for this particular occasion. It’s not like you can move much anyways, with Inho’s tie binding your wrists together.

Oh, that’s right.

You can’t forget about the other man in the room, standing tall next to the two of you. Inho has a dark look as he eyes your plump ass in Sangwoo’s lap, raising his hand high behind you.

The slap is delivered with an echo around the room, your cheek rippling violently at the spank. You immediately cry out, you can’t help yourself!

“Shut her the fuck up.” Inho directs Sangwoo this time, the man moving quick to bend down with his mouth against your ear. “Shut that whore mouth before I put something in it. Be a good girl and take your punishment quietly.”

Your ass stings so badly it makes your eyes water, your lip nearly bleeding from how hard you’re biting down on it to silence yourself. Inho goes in for a second one when you’ve barely even recovered from the first.

You internally curse and squeeze your eyes shut, Sangwoo’s large body now covering your small naked one to keep you still. You try to shuffle your ass away from Inho’s hand but he grabs your thighs from the back roughly, tugging you back up.

Ah shit, you were in for it…you really shouldn’t have pissed them off.

By the end of the night your ass is littered with red hand marks from both of the men, you can pick out which one belongs to who because they each picked a cheek to abuse <3

[xynoford]

Fucking Gi hun when he still was married. In their house, in their bedroom and their space making him arch his back and let out pretty moans that in no way his wife can recreate. Making their bed creak like it never had before. And all of a sudden his honey sweet moans and pleas are interrupted by the sound of keys jingling and the door opening. His eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hand. You heard his wife call for him but no answer. "Guess they decided to go out" she said to herself. The walls were pretty thin. You smirked and started moving your hips once again, not hard enough to make sound but effective enough to get him to silently beg you to stop. One hand holding his waist, your free hand went to his cock and started stroking him. You could hear his wife tidying up the place in the other room. 'please-" he begged you, taking his hand off his mouth momentarily, the single word he said being interrupted by a moan. You were sure his wife couldn't hear it. Nonetheless you leaned into his ear, "you are so cute trying to muffle your moans darling" you said. "But not well enough. What if your wife hears you? What if she notices that you are being fucked by your 'best friend"? What then?" Your words him squirm in your grasp. You started pressing open mouthed kisses to his neck. You know he's sensitive there. This made his hand go from his mouth to your back, desperately trying to ground himself. He came with a loud moan, a moan the whole block let alone his wife could most definitely hear. And before he could realize his mistake you heard the footsteps of the only other person in the apartment getting closer to their bedroom.

[carlosainzgf]

PAYBACK

cho sang woo x fem!reader

warning: smut but nothing crazy. mdni.

the players were walking up the stairs to their next game. sang-woo had a feeling you knew something. he heard you mention it to han Mi-nyeo last night.

he caught up to you on the stairs. “you know something, don’t you? what did you see?” he asked, walking slightly behind you.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you said bluntly. “don’t play dumb with me.” he said in a more stern tone, grabbing your wrist and stopping you from walking. “i heard you talking to player 212 about knowing something. tell me.”

“if i did know something…what makes you think that i’ll tell you?” he kept his hold on your wrist as he got a little closer to your face. “because you don’t wanna know what happens if you don’t.” he said in a low tone. he stared at you, looking into your eyes with a serious look on his face.

“you don’t scare me.” you chuckled out. his eyebrow twitched, getting slightly annoyed by the fact you were chuckling as a response to his clear threat. he tugged on the wrist he was holding tightly. “im warning you. tell me what you know.” he said in a more serious tone, his other hand moving onto your shoulder. he held you by both of your arms, his face close to yours.

“what are you gonna do if i don’t?” he stayed silent for a second. “you wanna find out?” he asked, his face closer to yours as his grip on your arms tightened. his eyes locked onto your face, waiting for you to start talking.

“because i’ll make you talk if you don’t.” he continued, staring into your eyes. it was clear he wasn’t messing around. he wanted to know what you knew and wouldn’t take any bullshit.

“I’d love to see you try.” you say with amusement.

he suddenly shoved you against the wall behind you. he had you pinned up against the wall, his arms the only things holding you in place.

“stop playing games with me. tell me what you know.” he said in a calm yet intimidating tone, his eyes locked onto your face.

you suddenly kiss his lips, hoping to catch him off guard. he was indeed caught off guard, his eyes widening for a moment as his grip on you loosened. but it only lasted a few seconds but it was enough for you to get from his grasp. he shook his head, snapping himself back into focus as he looked at you. he let out a silent scoff, his eyes looking you up and down as his face was slightly flushed from when you kissed him.

“i don’t kiss and tell.”

“seriously? you use that to distract me?” he asked, his face still red from your kiss.

“but it worked. didn’t it?” you didn’t wait for an answer and turned to walk away.

“oh and they were melting sugar by the way, if it helps. you owe me one, player 218.”

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚

after the game, sang-woo walked into the dorms and soon found you once again. he walked up to you, deciding to sit beside you. “so…you said i owed you one. what did you mean?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at you. he stared at you as he waited for an answer.

“it depends. what did you have in mind to pay me back?”

he stayed silent for a second, trying to think of a way to pay you back. he looked away for a minute before moving his eyes back to you. though he looked hesitant, as if embarrassed to say what he thought of. “meet me at the bathroom after lights out.” he said, got up from his spot and walked away without saying another word.

ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡

after the lights went out and checking and making sure everyone was asleep, sang-woo got up and walked, heading for the bathroom. he got to the bathroom, waiting for you to get there. he stood at the sinks, leaning on them as he waited for you.

you followed soon after. sneaking into the men’s bathroom without the guards noticing. his hands were gripping the sink with his hands, his head was tilted down making his hair fall onto his face perfectly.

“you came.” he stated “good.”

he pushed himself off the, watching you walk over to him. before you could say anything he held you face forcefully, slamming his lips to your. he pushed you over to the sink, lips still attached. he used your surprised gasps as an opportunity to slide his tongue between your lips. he had a strong grip around your waist with his strong arms, not letting you go.

“look who’s caught off guard now?” he said when he pulled away for a second. but he wasted no time and found his was back to your lips. he used his hand to grope your breast under your shirt as the other arm was still holding you up.

he was everywhere. your lips, your neck, your breasts, your stomach. he got down on his knees, slid your tracksuit down, leaving you with just your underwear. which were embarrassingly wet.

“you’re so wet. for a man you don’t even know the name off.”

you tried to speak but nothing came out of your lips. not when he was playing with your clit over your damp panties.

“where did that arrogant, confident go now? not so talkative when im playing with you, huh? pathetic little slut.”

he practically ripped your panties off and wasted no time to dive into your wetness. his arms were wrapped around your thighs as he ate you out like there was no tomorrow. which actually might be true in such a place like this…

he was licking stripes up and down, focusing on your clit. sucking, biting and grazing over the bundle of nerves, leaving you breathless and making you grip and tug on his hair to ground yourself.

he moved his attention from your clit to your opening, showing his tongue deep inside your warm walls. moving it in and out in a slow but firm pace. he would stop once in a while to leave teasing kisses on your thighs but then dive right back into your pussy.

it was becoming too much. the way he toyed with your clit, how he moved his tongue inside of you, his tight grip on your thighs.

“im gonna, ngh, come.” you managed to let out in between moans as you were tugging at his hair. he was a man on a mission. he didn’t stop. just kept on going as you fell apart at his touch. he licked up everything, not missing a drop.

he rose from the ground. he looked like a mess. a very gorgeous mess, to be exact. his hair was a mess. the lower half of his handsome face wet from your wetness and his spit. and your pleasure must’ve had a effect on him to by the look of his tracksuit. his hard on was firmly resting against his bottoms. a little patch of wetness seeping through.

you reached to pull his pants down but were interrupted by loud bang at the door, the robotic voice of one of the guards telling us it was time to go back to the dorm.

“oops. i guess you’re gonna have to sort this out yourself. sorry.” you say ,in such a voice just to tick him off, then quickly put your clothes back on and reach for the door.

“you little-“ he called out but you closed the door on him.

he looked pathetic. it was funny really. even tho you would’ve loved to go further it was even more fun seeing him suffer.

but it’s okay. you’ll get even…later.

[dyingswanpavlova]

Sunshine Of Your Love

Part 1

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x Gi-hun's daughter!Reader

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Age Gap (Reader is in her early to mid-twenties, Sang-woo is in his mid to late-forties), I will mention warnings in each chapter, but I think in this one there are none so far.

Author's note: I'm still working on Chapter 21 of Your girl, but it might take me a little while to figure it out. Until then, this crossed my mind, based on this request. I love you, guys. 🤍

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"Sunshine Of Your Love" - Cho Sang-woo x Gi-hun's daughter!Reader Masterlist

Cho Sang-woo never considered himself a good person, but there are some lines he isn't willing to cross. He wouldn't ever corrupt someone as trusting and loving as you are. And yet, his feelings for you are getting more and more...complicated.

Cho Sang-woo was many things – a traitor, a liar, sometimes even a coward. But a sleazeball was not one of them.

So, he found himself more than a little troubled, the first time that weird feeling welled up in his chest. Looking back, he had always been a good friend to Seong Gi-hun. During the days of their childhood and their teenage years, he was an honest friend, who more often than not pulled him out of all sorts of complications. He didn’t mind it. He didn’t throw it in his face, either. That’s just not what friends do.

Things went rather smoothly for him, also. He was the darling child after all. Going to university wasn’t exactly something everyone from his neighborhood had managed. But he, he had done it. He finished his studies and he became someone.

What never changed though, was his firm politeness. He respected everyone. His elders, his mother, his old friend Gi-hun.

It didn’t matter how jealous he got of him at times. Not everyone was sought out for a happy family life. He knew that now.

Whenever he watched Gi-hun interact with his wife, every time he met them somewhere or he visited them for a nice, relaxed dinner, he found himself staring. And dreaming.

What could have been?

The way his wife would lightly scold him or nudge him, laugh at his jokes even though they weren’t anything close to funny. The way he got to cradle his little daughter in his arms.

They were fairly young when they had their first and only child. A beautiful little girl, with sparkling eyes and lips twisted in either mischief or kindness. There was no in-between.

The visits, however, became less and less frequent by the time he turned twenty-five. He was close to finishing his studies and his friend, anyhow, seemed caught in his own world. He didn’t need him, right? He had his own perfection created around him, a vision of tranquility and peace.

Until the divorce came.

Sang-woo wasn’t exactly happy about it. It was more a quiet kind of relief. And whenever he caught himself having that feeling, he immediately felt awful afterwards. Like he was the world’s greatest scum. Which he, kind of, was. He knew that. He admitted it to himself. And he hated himself, just the same.

Of course he was there for Gi-hun. He squeezed his shoulder and assured him, he’d get them back. He’d lend him money every so often. Gi-hun even spent quite some time crashing on his couch, before eventually he moved back in with his mother.

Anything to stop the guilt. Anything.

He loved his friend. And he hated himself, because he reveled in his misery.

What kind of friend would do that?

These thoughts were the first of the kind that showed him that he wasn’t really a good person.

There were things he did. He tried to donate money whenever he could, he took care of his mother and overall everything of which he thought a decent man should do.

But it wasn’t enough, was it?

Years passed, almost two decades even, but his guilt stayed firmly in place. With every mean, bad, deranged thought he had, he felt worse. Something was wrong with him. It had to be. He was a man in his prime, he was successful, he wasn’t bad-looking – So, why was he still alone?

He was charming. Every woman he met blinked at him with the same look, mercilessly flirting with him. He could tell when they did, when they swung their hips and smiled over something not quite funny he said.

So, what exactly was stopping him from ever flirting back?

There had been a few embarrassing attempts of course. Returning a smile, a lingering touch. Nothing ever felt right to him, though.

He had relations, physically so. Every now and then and whenever he felt like it. But there wasn’t much to say about that. He didn’t speak with these women, because they all had the same thing in mind. Nothing deep, nothing real, nothing complicated.

It was enough to keep him satisfied for a while. But at some point into his career – the point when everything went to shit, most likely – he wanted more. The release he found did nothing to feed his soul, the encounters not more than a mere exchange of spit and sweat.

It didn’t feel right. He wanted someone to laugh at his jokes. To dab his chin with a napkin, when he was entirely oblivious to the sauce on it and kept making a fool of himself. He wanted them to lean on him, to trust him. He wanted to take care of them. Make someone smile.

Make someone whole.

And for them to make him whole again.

It wasn’t until nineteen years after he finished his studies that he had this chilling encounter. It had been a long day at work, doing God-knows-what, because he was slowly losing count. His life was spiraling upside down and every day he made decisions which might not only cost him his career, but maybe even his life. His integrity was as good as gone.

He wanted nothing more than to see his mother. Something about being close to her, made him feel grounded. She was his conscience in a way. Whenever he felt like he was the worst human alive, she had this way of making him feel like he wasn’t. The kindness in her eyes didn’t vanish, not for him, not for anyone else. The way she spoke of him with such fondness and pride made him equally sad as it made him feel hopeful.

Maybe there was something good to him. Something useful, something kind.

He made his way through the light drizzle. The clouds had made a way of being thick and unyielding, matching his state of mind quite well. He didn’t mind the darkness, he didn’t even mind the cold. He simply pushed his hands deeper into his pockets and hid his face deep in the collar of his coat.

The streets were nearly empty, there wasn’t much going on. Most people preferred warmth and security. He, for one, felt safe in the shadows. Sometimes he felt like he was no more than a shadow himself. It was an odd thought to have, but it summed his entire being up quite well. No one really looked twice at him – at least not, when they didn’t think they could get some gain out of him. But what could he possibly give anyone?

He was polite, yes. Kind, so it seemed. But his mind was a dark place, tormented by years of guilt-ridden thoughts and loneliness.

His head perked up when, instead of only his mother’s humming and her polite squabble, he heard laughter. Hearty, melodic laughter. Was that his mother?

His mother had always been a rather lovely person to be around. He hadn’t ever met anyone who didn’t immediately adore her quick wit and warm smile. She was everything that he wasn’t.

But still, when he saw the silhouette of someone else beside her behind the counter, babbling out silly jokes, he paused for a moment. His mother worked alone, it had always been like this. She was as diligent as anyone could be, especially for her age. He felt relieved though, maybe she had finally taken his words to heart and hired someone to help her out. Not always. Just a few hours every week.

He approached her little shop with slow, measured steps and a slow smile formed on his face.

“Eomma?”

The elderly woman stilled in her movement, though her chest still heaved in heavy amusement and she had a hard time catching her breath. She spun around and her eyes lit up in affection and warmth.

“Sang-woo-ya, adeul.” She circled the counter within seconds and hugged him in a way that knocked the air out of his lungs. He gently wrapped his arms around her and his smile widened a fraction.

“Mother.” He murmured. “Forgive me. It’s been a while.”

She pulled back and shot him a look that was half teasing, half scolding. “Quite a while!” She then gave his shoulder a gentle nudge and turned to the other person behind the counter.

“Aga-ya, I’m sure you must remember my son.”

He followed her gaze and then suddenly…

You.

His eyes widened impossibly behind his glasses, when he caught sight of you. You were no longer the cheeky little brat he had gifted kilograms of sweets. This was impossible. It was untrue.

He recognized your features – your eyes and the way they shone with a little twinkle of mischief, but there was something else, something far bigger.

Warmth. Kindness.

The warmth radiating off of you was nearly enough to make him stare. You were beautiful, but that was no surprise. It had been years since he had last seen you, but even then he knew, you’d be quite the sight once you grew up. And that you had.

He had never, never looked at you with anything but something akin to fatherly admiration – and the small amount of guilt and jealousy that always lingered in his mind, because he desired what Gi-hun had. A family. A purpose. A life.

Even in that moment he didn’t have any lewd thoughts, God forbid. You were just beautiful.

Painfully much so.

“My God-“

“Samchon!”

The way you rushed forward and hugged him like a storm cloud was almost enough to knock him over. He couldn’t help but laugh, as he wrapped his arms around you and held you just as tightly. The sweet scent of shampoo and perfume filled his nostrils, combined with the faint hint of fish of course. He didn’t mind the fish. He never had.

“What on Earth?” He murmured. “Why aren’t you in the U.S.?”

When you pulled back and looked up at him with those shiny eyes and that wide grin, he felt something odd in his chest. Something fiercely protective.

“I was.” You responded in the sweetest voice. “My mother and step-father are still there. Didn’t Appa tell you? I’m going to SNU.”

His eyes widened even more and he needed a moment to understand the meaning behind your words. “But weren’t you going to Columbia?”

The softness in your smile nearly made him melt. “That’s just not where I belong.”

He stared at you for a moment longer, completely dumbfounded, when his mother’s voice brought him back to reality.

“I know you just came, but I’m sure there’s a storm coming up. Would you take her home?”

He didn’t hesitate to nod. “Of course. But what about you?”

She shook her head. “I need to finish a few things.”

Sang-woo frowned and tilted his head to the side. “No one’s buying anything when there’s a storm outside anyway.”

She tilted her chin up, almost challengingly. “Am I the parent or you?”

That made a fond smile cross his lips. “At least call me when you’re done. I’ll take you home.”

She returned the smile and kissed his cheek. “Go, go! And you – take this for your father and grandmother.”

When his mother handed you a bag with likely fish inside and you took it from her with a grateful nod, he was suddenly reminded that you were still there, still clinging to his one arm like a trusting child.

He watched as you gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and the way she watched you with a fondness which was normally spared for only him – and probably the grandchildren she’d most likely never have.

You slipped into your coat and grasped an umbrella from under the counter. He took it from you and opened it, covering you both with ease.

“Where’d you park?” You called out against the growing storm.

“Just down there.” He pointed to the parking lot. His car was the only one there left. He felt a pang of worry for his mother, but he knew how stubborn she was. He trusted her to call him at least.

You clung to him tightly, troubled to hide yourself away under the umbrella, while the small bag with fish swung around in the wind.

He shot you a concerned glance and made sure to take up as little space as possible. Half his face was getting soaked by the rain, but he didn’t mind, as long as it meant you wouldn’t catch a cold. A few moments later you thankfully got to his car. He unlocked it and held the door open for you, watching as you slid inside with little grace. You were shaking like a leaf and he made quick progress, closing the umbrella and swinging himself behind the steering wheel. He quickly turned the engine on and put the heater on high.

“What a plague.” You murmured as you held your hands up against the warmth.

He regarded you with a warm smile, before he pulled off his glasses and tried to wipe them clean.

You looked up and your face twisted in a mixture of surprise and concern. “You’re wet.”

That made him laugh. “Well, yes.”

Your smirk was contagious. “Don’t be such a smarty-pants, will you?”

“Smarty-pants? Did you learn that in New York?” He raised his brows and shot you a mock-scolding look. The way your smile softened made his heart soften as well. “I still can’t believe you’re back. So, you’re staying with your father?”

When you nodded, he released a soft sigh.

“What, he didn’t tell you?”

He regarded you with a soft look, before he put his glasses back on. “Not, because he wouldn’t care. We just…I haven’t spoken to him in a while.”

A look of concern crossed your face, while you watched him pull out of the parking lot. “But you’re still friends?”

“Yes, darling girl. We’re still friends.”

With a soft sigh, you sank back against the seat and grasped the bag in your hands softly.

“So, SNU.” He kept his gaze firmly locked onto the street. He barely even saw anything through the heavy rain. “What caused that? You always said Columbia is your dream.”

“I thought it was. But the States are…different.” You looked at his profile while you spoke in a softer tone. “The people are different. Their values and beliefs. I just felt like I was losing myself there. My roots. I barely even speak Korean anymore.”

He smirked almost imperceptibly. “Yes, I can hear that.”

You laughed at that. “Everyone always says you’re such a sweetheart, but I can see the menace in you.”

He smiled at your confidence. He had always admired it. Even as a little girl, you had been no less than a Sheriff, demanding respect.

“You didn’t change much.”

You shrugged. “I got older.”

He nearly rolled his eyes, but decided against it. Instead he kept his tone casual and polite. How could he banter with you, when he just now saw you again? “How old are you now? Like twenty-three?”

You nodded. “On the dot.”

He shot you a soft smile. “So, how have you been?”

“Exhausted, mostly. It’s a…demanding country. And you?”

You had never been shy. He loved that.

“Demanding?”

You nodded. “But isn’t every country?”

He shrugged and kept his eyes focused on the street, trying to see something through the haze of rain and darkness. He adjusted his slippery glasses every now and then, before he quickly brought both hands back to the steering wheel. “You’re too clever for your own good.”

“Does that surprise you?”

His brows shot up and he couldn’t hold back a huff of laughter. “You’re insufferable. You were always a brat, but it got far worse, now that you’re Miss America.”

You smiled a gentle smile. “I really missed you.”

You said it with such ease. With such trust. It made his heart ache. Here he was, withholding money and committing all kinds of crimes, while you looked at him with nothing short of warmth in your eyes. He didn’t hesitate to touch your hand, a brief and natural brush of your hands. It didn’t make him feel anything else but…home.

“I missed you, too. Your father was going insane without you.”

He heard the wistful sorrow in your voice when you sighed. “I hope you took good care of him.”

That made his brows rise in surprise and something else. Something softer. “Well, I…” But before he could come up with a response, you continued.

“He’s sillier than ever before.” You spoke with painful love and admiration in your quiet, smiling voice. “But I can see that he’s sad. Heartbroken even. I…I didn’t mean to hurt him like that.”

His forehead creased into a frown and he took his gaze off the street in front of you, to regard you with a careful look. “It wasn’t your choice to leave. He knows that. He knows that you would have stayed if you could have. But you were just a child.”

You nodded. “But still. He needed me. And I wasn’t there.”

He slowly returned his gaze to the road. “You needed him just as much.” He murmured.

After a long, heavy silence, you cleared your throat and glanced at him with the same, soft smile that so-often grazed your lips. “I’ve been talking about myself all the time. What about you? My father said your business has been going greater than ever. Is that true?”

A tight knot formed in his stomach as he tried to think of a response. Lying to you felt like an impossible deed. Not because you would have seen through it, but because you were simply so trusting – and he didn’t want to take advantage of that. You viewed him as nothing but good, as you did everyone…when he was so incredibly far from it.

“Ups and downs here and there, but all in all it’s a steady bet.” He murmured.

“I’m glad.” After a beat, you added: “And how have you been aside from that?”

He exhaled slowly through his nose, thinking about it. The last time someone asked how he was and actually meant it, was so long it the past, it might as well have been a dream.

“I’m good. I’m good, darling girl. Thank you.”

The way your brows crinkled showed your concern and how you saw through his weak lie. But you couldn’t just quite accuse him of lying, right?

“I’m glad.” You said again, softer this time, all the while you never took your eyes off him. “You deserve to be happy.”

The words were so simple and yet they made him feel as though someone had just kicked him right in the chest. His grip tightened ever so slightly on the steering wheel. “You’re always so kind.” He said quietly. “Too kind.”

You frowned in response. “There’s a thing such as too kind?”

He smiled and shot you a soft look, relaxing his grip again. You were so stubborn, so willful, so much trouble at times and yet –

You were good. Undeniable. An undying truth. You were good.

Too good for him or anyone else for that matter. Even too good for your own father. The protectiveness he felt didn’t come quiet and gentle, it was an angry force that dragged him into the abyss of his own thoughts.

He had made so many mistakes in his life. But maybe he could make up for some of them if only he helped you to keep your light.

Without a word, he pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine. He then turned to you with a soft, thoughtful look.

“Do you still like that one band so much?”

Your eyes lit up. “Arctic Monkeys? Oh, yes. I even saw them live at one point.”

His expression softened. He then reached out a hand and fumbled for something in the glove compartment of his car.

“Ah. Here it is.” He pulled out the CD cover and handed it to you. “I bought this for you. The songs are probably too old for your liking now, but well.”

Your fingers closed around the sleeve with a hesitation that was most uncommon in you. Your gaze fixed on the dark grey cover of the band you had adored for what was most of your life.

“You had this in here all this time?” You asked quietly, your eyes lighting up in a way that made his breath catch in his throat. Where did all this warmth come from? And how was it so contagious?

He smiled and shrugged. “It’s not that big of a deal. It was supposed to be a gift for your departure, but I didn’t make it in time.”

But your expression didn’t waver. Your gaze flicked from him to the cover and back, your eyes wide in wonder. Just as though no one had ever done anything comparable for you.

That was impossible. Everyone loved you. You were everyone’s sunshine. So, why did this seem like such a great gesture to you?

He observed you quietly, trying to gauge your reaction.

After a moment, a smile tugged at your lips, warm and bright.

“Thank you, Samchon. That means… so much to me.”

He returned the smile.

“Come on. I should get you inside. I bet your father is getting worried already.”

Before he could open the door though, you lunged at him like you had before, wrapping your arms around his neck and tilting your head, resting your cheek on his shoulder. He was caught off-guard for a moment, but he quickly caught himself and wrapped his arms around you again. It felt natural to him. It was natural.

And still it felt as though something had changed, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

After what felt like half a minute, you finally pulled back, the same warm smile on your face and the CD cover pressed against your chest tightly.

“I will think of you when I listen to this.”

It was such a simple thing to say, an innocent phrase like every word that left your mouth.

And yet, it made him feel a certain way – his chest tightened and his fingers curled into a fist, as though he was stopping himself from saying something awkward, as he so often did, when he didn’t keep track.

You wouldn’t mind though.

You never did.

[insidekatmind]

Work call~Cho Sang-woo

Wearning: +18,smut,age gap

Request: yes!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled innocently. “Me? Nothing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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 😔✊

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• 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.

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• 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.

[carnalcrows]

satin

genre: smut

pairing: sang-woo x male!reader

CW: unprotected sex, cum as lube, somnophilia, slight-dubcon, feminization, anal sex, creampie, breeding, gaslighting, reader wears a dress (above image), the term [y/n] is not used

word count: 1.1k

The dining hall glimmered with cold grandeur, the pristine white tablecloths and shining silverware at odds with the blood-stained memories of the glass bridge. The four of you—Sang-woo, Gi-hun, Sae-byeok, and yourself—sat around the table, silently picking at the extravagant meal.

Sang-woo’s gaze kept drifting to you, and you could feel it like a weight pressing against your skin. You didn’t dare look up, too focused on cutting into the steak on your plate.

The dress.

The satin clung to you in ways that made Sang-woo’s throat dry, the slit revealing just enough of your thigh to drive him to distraction. It had been Sae-byeok’s dress originally, stark white against the deep hues of her bruises, but she’d been visibly uncomfortable in it. You had offered to switch, slipping into it with a shrug and a teasing grin, downplaying how strangely empowering it felt.

Now, Sang-woo could barely focus on the food in front of him. The cut of the fabric, the way it rose slightly when you shifted, the curve of your collarbone illuminated by the dim lighting—it was torture.

“You’re not eating much,” Gi-hun said, raising an eyebrow at Sang-woo.

Sang-woo’s jaw tightened, his fingers gripping the fork a little too hard. “Just not hungry.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Sae-byeok muttered under her breath, her sharp eyes flicking between him and you. Gi-hun smothered a laugh with his napkin.

Sang-woo shot them both a warning glare but said nothing, focusing instead on finishing his wine in a single, sharp gulp.

The night wore on, and eventually, you all returned to the living quarters. The empty bunks and the echoes of the fallen competitors made the space feel colder, lonelier. Gi-hun and Sae-byeok whispered in hushed tones at one end of the room, their conversation punctuated by the occasional chuckle.

You, however, wandered to the farthest corner, away from the others. The dress, though elegant, wasn’t designed for comfort, and you tugged at the hem as you curled up on one of the bunks. The fabric rode up your legs as you shifted, exposing more skin than you intended. Exhaustion quickly overtook you, and you drifted off.

Sang-woo returned from the bathroom, his steps quiet on the concrete floor. His gaze scanned the room, landing first on Gi-hun and Sae-byeok, who were still deep in conversation, then on you.

His breath caught.

The way the dress hugged your body, the faint rise and fall of your chest as you slept—it was intoxicating. His feet moved on their own, carrying him closer to where you lay.

He stopped a few steps away, his heart pounding as his eyes traced the length of your legs, the hem of the dress barely covering anything. You shifted in your sleep, and the fabric rode up higher, revealing more of your thighs.

Sang-woo’s jaw clenched. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, the sharp pull of desire mixed with guilt. He told himself to walk away, to stop staring, but he couldn’t.

He crouched down, his hand hesitating in the air for a moment before brushing his fingers across your exposed thigh. His fingers lingered for a fraction of a second too long, the soft texture of your skin sending a jolt through him.

“You shouldn’t tempt people like this,” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.

His hands travelled farther and farther up your dress until they reached the hem of your underwear. He had to stop; he had come too far. But as he pulled your boxers down, the whimper that escaped your mouth due to the cool air hitting your inner thighs – sealed your fate.

He hoped to God that Gi-hun and Sae-byok were well out of earshot, and he slowly pushed his pants down, revealing his throbbing erection.

He pushed your thighs together, and slowly slid his length between them. The tightness of the gap made him let out a groan, which he quickly stifled. He shouldn’t wake you up.

He thrust in and out slowly, with his cock often rubbing against your own length. You on the other hand, twisted and turned, oblivious of what was happening to you.

As Sang-woo reached his climax, he couldn’t help but let out a rather loud groan, releasing on your thighs with a shudder.

You stirred at the sound, your lashes fluttering open. Your eyes met his, bleary with sleep and lust  but quickly sharpening with awareness.

“Sang-woo?” you murmured, your voice soft and hoarse.

He froze, caught in the act. But instead of backing away, he leaned in, his breath ghosting over your cheek.

“You make it hard to focus,” he admitted, his voice low and rough.

Your lips quirked into a small, sleepy smile. “Good.” The stickiness on your thighs said enough. You were too far gone to think about the sanity of the situation.

The glazed look in your eyes did something to the man. He hoisted your legs up in a way that his cock was resting right at your ass. Before you could protest, he slowly slid his tip in, making your head hit the pillow. “Wait– what about lube-” you gasped, only to be interrupted by him slamming his entire length into you.

You shuddered, you were stretched beyond your capacity, but it felt so… good? He was slowly rocking in and out of you, while your hands desperately clutched the pillows, trying to redirect the pain elsewhere.

He brought your knees to your chest, eliciting a squeal from you. Your hand quickly went to cover your mouth. What if the other two had heard you? 

“Honestly, what did you expect? You walk around in that tight dress of your’s, swaying your hips for everyone to see. You thought I wouldn’t notice?” To this you could only mumble out incoherent words behind the palm of you hand, the new angle making his cock hit your sweet spot with every single thrust. 

“Pleas–se, slow down–”, you whimpered, to which he only chuckled. “Learn to take it, you whore. It’s your fault for walking around in this dress and thinking that no one wants this tight pussy of yours.”

Calling your ass a pussy igniting something inside of you. Noticing this, Sang-woo sped up his thrusts, whispering the dirtiest things in your ear. He removed one hand from your ankle, and brought it to your cock, slowly jerking it off, much slower to his cock pistoning in and out of your hole.

“I’m gonna–”,” I know darling, come with me”, he groaned, as both of you climaxed at the same time. You ruined your pretty dress, while he stained your insides white.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, catching his breath, before slowly pulling out of you, before shifting your positions do that you were on top of him.

You slowly closed your eyes, sleep embracing you all over again.

Meanwhile, across the room, Gi-hun  nudged Sae-byok, his expression unreadable. “Told you he’s obsessed,” he muttered, earning a grunt from the latter.

“I’m scared of gay people.”

“You’re just saying that because your girlfriend died.”

“Shut up.”

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