#sangwoo fanfiction

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ million dollar man ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ cho sang-woo x girlfriend!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! this story takes place in an alternate ending for squid game where sang-woo wins instead of gi-hun! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ it had been over two weeks since you last heard from cho sang-woo. no calls, no texts, not even the smallest acknowledgment of your existence. the silence weighed on you, growing heavier with every passing day. sang-woo, your long-term boyfriend, the man you had imagined spending the rest of your life with, had seemingly vanished without explanation.

˚ ༘♡ he was everything you had dreamed of, handsome, intelligent, educated. in your eyes, he was near perfect. you had moved to south korea a year and a half ago. the two of you met only a month after your arrival in seoul. you were standing at a convenience store counter, struggling to buy an iced coffee before work. the cashier’s words blurred into a language barrier you couldn’t break through, leaving you flustered and embarrassed.

˚ ༘♡ then there he was. cho sang-woo, with his neatly pressed suit and square-rimmed glasses, stepping in to translate with a calm assurance that immediately put you at ease. he went further and insisted on paying for your coffee, brushing off your protests with a polite smile. “you can pay me back with your number,” he had said, his tone light but his warm gaze unwavering. you gave it to him without hesitation, your heart racing as he walked away with a casual, confident stride that lingered in your mind for days.

˚ ༘♡ what followed was akin to a fantasy. your first few dates were sweet and unassuming, dinners at cozy restaurants, walks through bustling markets, late-night phone calls that stretched into the early hours of the morning. before long, it became more than casual. he wasn’t simply a charming man in a suit, he was someone you trusted, someone you leaned on. yet, as your relationship deepened, so did the flaws.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo treated you well in many ways. he insisted on paying for meals, even when you protested. he offered to help with rent when he noticed you were stressed about expenses. his job at joy investments afforded him a lifestyle of financial stability, one that he willingly extended to you. however, beneath his polished exterior, there was an undeniable distance.

˚ ༘♡ it started small, little things that nagged at you but seemed too insignificant to bring up. his phone was always locked, the screen flashing dark whenever you glanced at it. he would leave suddenly, without warning, offering only vague explanations that never quite satisfied your curiosity. “work,” he would say, brushing off your questions as though they were irrelevant. and no matter how many times you pressed him for the truth, he never admitted anything.

˚ ༘♡ those moments of secrecy chipped away at your trust, leaving an uneasy ache in your chest. you told yourself it was nothing, that you were overthinking. but the fights that erupted when you brought it up told a different story. his calm facade would crack, and he would grow defensive, his words sharp and cutting. “don’t you trust me?” he had asked more than once, the accusation in his tone a slap in the face.

˚ ༘♡ despite the arguments, despite the unanswered questions, you loved him. you loved the way he smoothed a hand down your back when you were upset, the way his voice softened when he called you by name. you loved the rare instances of vulnerability he let slip, the heartfelt glimpses of the man beneath the polished exterior. you loved him enough to forgive, enough to overlook the secrets that cast shadows over your relationship.

˚ ༘♡ as you sat alone in your apartment, staring at your phone with an empty inbox mocking your worry. two weeks of silence was unbearable. the man you loved, the one who had promised to protect you, had left you with nothing but questions and a ache where his presence used to be.

˚ ༘♡ the doorbell rang, cutting through the quiet of your apartment as though it were a sharp blade. it wasn’t merely unusual, it was unsettling. who would come at this hour? you glanced at the clock on the wall, its glowing numbers reminding you that it was well past midnight. your stomach churned uneasily as you stood up, your fatigue from a long shift at the café clinging to you.

˚ ༘♡ working from sunrise to sunset every day had worn you thin, but you had refused sang-woo’s offers to help you financially. he had already done so much, given so generously, and the thought of taking more was crossing a line you couldn’t bring yourself to breach. it would be an abuse of his kindness.

˚ ༘♡ the hallway was dark as you approached the door, your bare feet silent on the cool floor. you hesitated before unlocking it, your hand hovering over the latch. “hello?” you called out cautiously as you cracked it open, peering into the dimly lit corridor.

˚ ༘♡ before you could register what was happening, a hard shove sent the door crashing into you, knocking you backward. you stumbled, barely managing to catch yourself against the wall. your heart leapt into your throat as the figure who had forced their way inside quickly shut the door behind them.

˚ ༘♡ your confusion turned to disbelief as the light from your apartment fell on their face. it was sang-woo.

˚ ༘♡ his chest heaved with each labored breath, his shirt wrinkled and unbuttoned at the collar, his dress pants scuffed and slightly torn. his glasses, the ones you always teased him about for making him look too serious, were nowhere to be seen. instead, his face bore the evidence of recent hardships, bruises, faint scars, and scabbed-over cuts that marred his formerly pristine appearance. even his hands, the ones you’d grown so used to seeing holding a pen or a glass of wine, were scratched and battered.

˚ ༘♡ he looked like he had aged years in the short time he had been gone.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo,” you stammered, your voice unsteady with equal parts confusion and fear, “what the hell are you doing? it’s the middle of the night, and… why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

˚ ༘♡ he opened his mouth as if to respond, but the words didn’t come immediately. instead, he leaned against the door, his shoulders slumping as though the weight of the world was pressing down on him. “i…” he started, his voice hoarse and raw, but he seemed unable to finish.

˚ ༘♡ without warning, he crossed the room in a single stride and pulled you into a tight embrace. his arms wrapped around you with a desperation that felt almost suffocating, his head burying into the crook of your neck as he clung to you.

˚ ༘♡ you stood unmoving, the shock of his sudden appearance warring with the affection of his touch. part of you was relieved beyond words to have him back, while another part was angry. angry at his disappearance, at the unanswered calls and texts, at the fear and doubt he had left you to wrestle with.

˚ ༘♡ “i missed you,” he murmured against your shoulder, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear it.

˚ ༘♡ his words tugged at your heart, but they weren’t enough to quell the storm of questions brewing inside you. “sang-woo,” you said, your voice softer now but still laced with frustration, “what’s going on? where have you been? what happened to you?”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t answer right away, his grip tightening, as though the very act of holding onto you could keep him grounded. his breath was unstable, his chest rising and falling against yours in a way that betrayed the turmoil beneath his silence. the room felt oppressively quiet.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo!” you exclaimed, your voice sharp, desperate for clarity. the sound seemed to jolt him, his body stiffening before he reluctantly pulled back.

˚ ༘♡ his hands were shaking as he reached into his pocket, the movement clumsy and hurried. when he withdrew, he thrust a thick stack of cash into your arms, one hundred million won, neatly bound and unnervingly out of place in your modest apartment. the weight of the money startled you, as you stared at the crisp bills in disbelief.

˚ ༘♡ “listen to me,” he said, his voice shaking but steadfast. “after this, after i take care of everything, i’ll buy us a beautiful home. somewhere quiet, somewhere safe. hold onto this for now.”

˚ ༘♡ you blinked at him, your mind struggling to process the sudden shift, the money heavy in your grasp. “sang-woo,” you said, your tone rising with vexation and confusion, “where did you get this money?”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t answer, his eyes avoiding yours, and that only fueled your frustration. “tell me!” you demanded. “where have you been? do you have any idea what I’ve been through? i thought you left me for another woman or fled the country!”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw clenched, his expression fading as guilt flashed across his face, but he said nothing.

˚ ༘♡ you pressed further, your voice strained with a mix of hurt and fury. “i talked to your mother. she said you haven’t called her in ages! i went to your work. they haven’t seen you in weeks! your friends? same thing. no one knows where you’ve been!” your hands tightened around the cash, your knuckles white as your chest heaved with the distress of your tone. “how could you do this to me? how could you leave without a word, without an explanation?”

˚ ༘♡ his silence hurt more than any words could have. he looked at you, his expression a painful mix of regret and something darker, something you couldn’t place. his lips parted as if to speak, but he hesitated, the words caught somewhere between his chest and his throat.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo,” you whispered, your voice trembling as tears began to sting your eyes. “please. i need to understand.”

˚ ༘♡ “i’ll tell you everything soon, i promise, sweetheart,” sang-woo murmured, his voice unsteady, as if it pained him to speak. his hand, calloused and trembling, reached out to rest gently on your cheek, his touch delicate. your heart ached as you met his gaze, those dark, exhausted eyes glistening with unshed tears. it was a look so raw, so unfamiliar.

˚ ༘♡ “you have to trust me,” he said, his tone soft but pleading. “you have to listen to me. i’ve already given you what you need to cover your expenses.” his hand lingered against your cheek for a monthly moment before falling away, his fingers curling into a fist at his side. “i have urgent legal and business matters to deal with, but once they’re resolved… we’ll have the life we’ve dreamed of. everything we’ve talked about.”

˚ ༘♡ his lips brushed against your forehead, the kiss light but filled with a quiet desperation that made your chest tighten. “nothing could ever keep me from you,” he breathed, the words barely audible. “promise me you’ll do as i ask.”

˚ ༘♡ everything about this felt wrong, the way he avoided your questions, the haunting exhaustion in his voice, the bruises that lined his hands and face. you wanted answers. you wanted to demand he tell you everything right then and there, but the way he looked at you, so broken, so unlike the composed sang-woo you knew, kept you from saying anymore.

˚ ༘♡ uncertainty clouded your mind, nonetheless you nodded, your voice hardly above a whisper. “i promise.”

˚ ༘♡ his shoulders sagged slightly at your answer, the tension in his body loosening, though not entirely disappearing. “good,” he said softly, almost to himself. he was still nervous, his eyes darting toward the door as though expecting someone to burst through at any moment.

˚ ༘♡ “i have to go,” he said, his voice tinged with reluctance. “but i’ll come back. i swear, okay?”

˚ ༘♡ “okay,” you replied, unsure but unwilling to push him further.

˚ ༘♡ he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a fleeting, tender kiss that left you yearning for answers. then, without another word, he turned and left the apartment, closing the door behind him.

˚ ༘♡ you stood there, the silence of his absence pressing down on you, dread engulfed your thoughts. your mind churned with questions, with doubts, but one thing was certain, you were relieved, no matter how strange the circumstances of his return, to have seen sang-woo again. the agonizing ache in your chest told you that his departure had left you with far more questions than answers.

a/n: my first sang-woo fanfiction!! is it controversial for me to say i love his character and he’s my favorite one in squid game? please let me know if you have any requests! 🤍

[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

[sensationallysangwoo]

𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝙲𝚑𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍!𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙵𝙵

𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙲𝚑𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚢, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗! 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝: 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃, 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃, 𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕, 𝚂𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎, 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝𝙳𝚘𝚖!𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘, 𝚂𝚞𝚋!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚙 (𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙳𝚄𝙻𝚃)

**𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛: 𝙼𝚒𝚗-𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍!

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“Take that off. You’re dressed like a complete hoe. Why do you feel the need to show yourself off to everyone huh? I’ve never seen someone so desperate for attention. Go change now or I’m not taking your ass out.”

Your head hangs low at the words of your asshole husband, Min-joon. You’re wearing a dress you just bought the other day. You loved it on yourself in the fitting room, you really did. You felt so confident and sexy gazing at yourself in the mirror, and now, that’s all shot down due to your insecure, good-for-nothing, narcissistic husband.

Min-joon comes from a privileged background. His father is a CEO of a real estate company, and spoiled his son absolutely rotten since day 1. Min-joon never held a job and is, well, a nepo baby. At first, the relationship was okay. He complimented you, took you on nice expensive dates, held the door for you, and put on the facade of caring about you. He had you fooled for quite some time.

The two of you married due to familial pressure. He’s handsome, loaded, and could easily provide for you for life. Your mother told you it was a no-brainer and, aforementioned, he treated you alright.

However, as the two of you settled into married life, things became…sour. You noticed Min-joon would throw little digs at you here and there. “Was your stomach always that pudgy?” “I can’t go out with you with that zit on your forehead. That’s humiliating.” “You’re going to eat all of that?” Are just a few examples.

These digs evolved into full-blown arguments. Tears, stress, anxiety attacks, feelings of hopelessness and just overall a cloud of dread hanging over you any time you were inside your own home with him present.

He began to withdraw from you entirely. Barely speaking to you. Not even sleeping in the same bed as you. No hugs. No kisses. No intimacy in almost a year. It’s like you don’t even exist to him. You cook, you clean, and you do his laundry. That’s it. You’re an unpaid, live-in maid.

Bring it back to the present. Red-faced, you snap back at him. “I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want, Min-joon. K? This is the first date we’ve even attempted to go on in almost a year and you’re starting shit. I’ll just go my damn self!”

“What the fuck ever. Go be a fucking slob in some gross dive bar, I don’t care. You can go pick up some grungy guy and catch something. Have fun.” He spits back before turning on his heel and storming into the bedroom.

You grab your purse and stamp out the door, to the car, making sure to grab his credit card on the way out.

Fuck him.

You relish on the harsh words he spoke to you moments earlier, and you tell yourself that Min-joon’s bullshit is well, just bullshit. You’re not an ugly slob. You’re not a hoe for wearing what you feel confident in. You’re beautiful, stunning, sexy and sophisticated.

You’re going to go have fun on his dime without a care in the world.

You pull up to your favorite bar. Not some hoity-toity, high-end country club that you and Shithead frequent. A down-to-Earth, locally owned cozy bar that you have plenty of memories in.

Memories of laughter, smiles, and passionate short-lived flings that felt like a roller coaster ride. Happier times.

Speaking of flings, as soon as your walk through the doorway, you instantly lay eyes on him.

Cho Sang-woo.

He’s seated at the bartop, whiskey on the rocks in one hand, cigarette in the other. A grey blazer hugs his body as his glasses sit on his perfectly shaped nose.

The memories flood back into your mind. Suddenly it’s 4 years ago. You hadn’t even known Min-joon at this time.

It’s 12a.m., and you’re stumbling clumsily out of this very bar on Cho Sang-woo’s arm. You’re laughing loudly and the older man chuckles deeply. Some stupid drunken joke you made. You knew neither of you were okay to drive, but you needed somewhere a bit more private to unleash the tension that’s been plaguing the two of you all night.

The backseat of his little black sedan. Strong, veiny hands wander under your shirt. Soft lips crash onto yours, the taste of whiskey and cigarettes on his tongue mingling with the remnants of a fruity cocktail on yours.

Fingertips tangled in hair, skin on skin, blurry vision and vertigo. Moans and gasps and magnificent highs. More cigarettes and post-sex deep conversations.

You woke up on your best friend’s couch the very next day, and Cho Sang-woo was nothing but a memory.

He slurred his name to you that night, before shoving his tongue down your throat. You never exchanged phone numbers though. You searched high and low for him on social media but he definitely doesn’t have any, as he is pushing 50. He hasn’t left your mind these past 4 years. These past 4, unhappy years you’ve been yearning for the older man whose presence felt like home.

Here he is, about 10 feet away from you right this very moment. Same exact bar. Same way he was sitting back then, when you first saw him, too. Deja vu at its finest.

Your heart is beating in your neck. Should you walk up to him? Say hello? Should you act like a complete stranger? Or should you remind him of 4 years ago? His dark eyes lock with yours from across the room before you can even select an option.

Swallowing thickly, you walk over to him, zig-zagging through the noisy socializing bar patrons scattered about. As you get closer, the corners of his mouth upturn ever so slightly. That shy, barely-there smile of his never fails to make your heart flutter.

“Hey, you. What are you doing here? Haven’t seen you in a minute.” He says coolly. You can see a spark in his eyes, though. That stoicism of his is all a facade.

You swallow thickly. “I just…wanted to get out. That’s all.” You stammer, feeling small in his presence. You forgot how damn intimidating he is up close.

“Married now, huh?” He points to your left hand with a free finger, his other digits pinching the burning cigarette he’s been puffing on.

“Yeah….I can’t even believe you remember me. I mean…it’s been so long…” You trail off.

He takes a puff before pushing his glasses up. “How could I forget you? Back to that ring though. You happy?”

You couldn’t even change the subject. He’s dying for an answer. He gently sucks on his straw, waiting for your response. You know exactly what he’s trying to do.

You sigh. “To be honest with you, no. Not one bit.” You confess as you slink onto the stool next to his.

And here comes your internal struggle. You are a good hearted person. You’ve always been faithful to Min-joon despite his mistreatment of you because you simply don’t believe in cheating. You’ve always been dependable and held your word to everyone and anyone. But if someone is verbally abusing you day-in and day-out, then why should you remain faithful? The relationship is already tainted. Your mental tug-of-war is interrupted by Sang-woo passing the cigarette to you.

You take a drag, your heart fluttering at the thought of his lips being on that cigarette, too. “Okay so you’re not happy. So why are you with him? You know divorce exists, right?” He asks, inquisitively raising his brows.

“I’m just too…comfortable…I guess. I haven’t worked since him and I got together. Life is easy physically but mentally—“

“It’s shit. I know Min-joon.” He replies casually while handing the bartender his credit card.

Your eyes widen. “How the fuck do you know Min-joon?”

“Well, correction, I know his father. He finances with Joy Investments. I’ve helped him out before. Real fuckin’ dick. Can’t imagine his son is any better. Hey, thank you.” He nods at the bartender, who just set his next drink down.

“You knew we got married? How?” You inquire, shocked.

“His father was showing us all pictures of your wedding in Greece. Bragging to us all in the office saying that we could never even dream of that. I recognized your face.”

Small world, huh. Small, small world.

“Well that was all for show. He hurts me deeply every single day.” You say matter-of-factly.

A lazy trail of smoke slides out of Sang-woo’s lips. “Does he put his hands on you?”

“No…not yet at least…It’s all verbal abuse.”

“That’s just as bad.”

You can feel Sang-woo’s dark eyes on you, studying you like you’re a bug under a microscope. You’re giving him every answer he’s been dying for these past 4 years.

After hours of conversing, drinking, laughing, and flirting, it’s almost time to wrap it up. The bartender announces last call as patrons start to put on their jackets and clear out. You and Sang-woo are tipsy and his arm has found its way completely around you.

He’s hugging you close, so close you can feel his breath on your jawline. “Let’s go.” He whispers lowly in your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

Your mind flashes to Min-joon one last time. You hate him more than any other human being on this planet, and you’ve come to realize that you are completely, entirely done with him. For good.

“I can’t drive. Neither can you.” Sang-woo slurs. “I’m going to call my buddy to come get us. We’re going back to my place, if that’s okay with you.”

You nod your head almost too eagerly, your thoughts going a thousand miles an hour imagining what will happen when you arrive there.

“Hyung! How are you? And who’s this lovely lady?” Seong Gi-hun asks excitedly, beaming at his best friend and you.

“Doing well tonight, hyung. This is an old friend of mine, we know each other from a few years ago. I think I told you about her? Remember?” Sang-woo replies.

Gi-hun’s smile dramatically drops, his lips twisting and his brow furrowing as he struggles to remember. “Hm, I don’t recall. Well, nice to meet you again!”

You two duck into Gi-hun’s back seat as Sang-woo slips him some cash.

The three of you laugh and mingle on the way there, and finally you arrive at Sang-woo’s apartment. You stumble out of Gi-hun’s car, thanking him for the ride, as he smiles widely once more and gives Sang-woo a sly thumbs-up.

You two make your way up to the 2nd floor, Sang-woo’s arm wrapped around you the entire time. As soon as his front door shuts behind you, he instantly pulls you in for a kiss.

You don’t hesitate one bit. His large hand is resting on the back of your head as his other hand is on your bottom. Your arms are around his neck, hungrily smashing your lips against his.

His lips are soft and supple and his kisses are full of passion. Your tongues slip and slide against each other before you both realize you need to breathe.

Sang-woo pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours with a content sigh. “Do you want this? If not we can stop here. I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Sang-woo…you’re all I’ve ever wanted after all these years. I want you again, just like back then.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He picks you up, carrying you to his room. You’re too focused on the moment to take in the appearance of his living space. Normally you’d be picking out the details, but right now you want him and only him. Like you two are the last human beings on this Earth.

He gets on top of you, kissing you deeply once more before moving down to your next. He slowly licks and bites the sensitive skin, causing you to moan softly.

“You look beautiful tonight, my dear. However I must take this off, if that’s okay.” He breathes against your skin making every hair on your body stand up.

You nod, tangling a hand in his dark hair. He slowly peels your dress off and gently places it on the floor. He gently wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking gently, looking up at you to ensure you’re enjoying this.

Muted moans escape your lips as his warm mouth engulfs the sensitive skin of your breasts.

He kisses down your stomach until he reaches your pussy. His tongue gently laps at your clit. Your face burns red hot at the sight of him. He’s so, so fucking handsome. He maintains eye contact with you, silently seeking approval. You breathe out his name as he pleasures you. Your fingers are gently tugging at his hair as his tongue gingerly prods at your entrance. He’s soaking in the sight of you as well, lost in your beauty.

Your sweet moans are music to his ears. “L-lay down.” You choke out.

Sang-woo hesitantly stops eating you out and takes his pants off. He lays down like you told him too, and you position yourself between his legs.

You slowly rub his member through his boxers, eliciting a groan from him.

You slide them off of him and your eyes scan his cock. You didn’t quite get a good look at it 4 years ago since you hooked up in the darkness of his backseat.

It’s about 7 inches with a blush pink tip, oozing tiny droplets of precum from his excitement. You gulp before you take the tip in your mouth, sucking gently and softly. He moans lowly, his fingers finding their way to your scalp.

You become more confident as you sink your mouth further and further down his cock. You suck and teasingly swirl your tongue around the shaft. You look up at him and he’s completely lost in the sensations. “Mmm. You’re doing fucking amazing, pretty girl. Look at that face, you’re gorgeous.” He coos, stroking your full cheek gently.

You moan around his dick at the praise. You slide your mouth off of his dick for just a second, taking a little break. You lick from the base to the tip, causing him to shiver.

He grabs your chin between his pointer finger and his thumb. “Do you want me inside of you, angel?” He asks sweetly. You nod as he slips his thumb into your mouth.

You lay back down and he lines himself up with your pussy. “Last time we did this, it was a sloppy hookup. This time, I want to make love to you, sweetheart. Just relax.” He says, looking at you softly.

He slowly pushes his tip into you as your hole stretches. The feelings of pressure and slight discomfort are only temporary as pleasure follows shortly thereafter. He slids in all the way as you moan his name. “Sang-woo…”

He moans, too. His deep voice sounding angelic as you squeeze his dick perfectly. He slowly starts thrusting. Deep, long strokes that hit your cervix just right. With both of your chests heaving and your hearts hammering, your bodies connect in the most intimate way.

His dick fits perfectly in you. Your walls clench and tingle with pleasure as he fucks you passionately. He leans down and kisses you again, this time moaning into each other’s mouths. “I’ll bet you that so-called husband of yours hasn’t ever fucked you like this, hm, doll?”

“No-ah-he hasn’t. I’ve-ah-never ever felt this good before.” You moan as he pounds you harder. You both are blinded by the pleasure.

He smiles cockily. “He doesn’t deserve you, angel. You need a real man to take care of you and fuck you.”

He flips you around so you’re on your hands and knees. He slams into you from the back, gently grabbing your throat, holding it. Not choking you, but just as a sign of possessiveness.

He plows you from the back, his dick feeling deeper than ever at this angle. You swear you can feel him in your stomach. It almost hurts. You explode internally, your whole body tensing as your own climax rips through your body. You cry out, gripping the bedsheets and saying Sang-woo’s name over and over as if it were a prayer.

“Where do you want my cum, lovey?” He slams into you harder than ever, chasing his orgasm.

“In my mouth.” You say, your voice laced with satisfaction. You can’t chance him cumming inside you just yet.

He pulls out and you eagerly swallow his dick in your mouth again. You lewdly taste your own juices as you suck his dick passionately, wanting to give him the best climax he’s ever had. With a loud moan of your name and his strong hand on the back of your head, his cum coats the inside of your mouth and throat. You swallow eagerly and obediently, savoring the salty yet plain flavor.

You both feel as satisfied as ever. In the air, lust isn’t the only feeling that lingers. There’s love, care, and passion accompanying it.

You both sober up from the drinks and your sexual highs. The night progresses on and you’re snuggled up laying on Sang-woo’s bare chest as he puff’s on a cigarette. His other arm is wrapped protectively around you.

You pull out your phone and check your messages. “Has that fuckin’ asshole said anything to you?” Sang-woo asks, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

“Nope. He doesn’t give a fuck about me.”

“Give me your phone for a sec. I have an idea.” He has a devious twinkle in his eye and a shit eating grin.

“Okay…..” You reply suspiciously as you hand him the device.

He quickly opens the camera app, flips it to front-facing, and deviously commands you to “Smile!”

The flash of white floods both of your faces. You’re doing more than smiling, you’re actively laughing in the photo. Sang-woo has a coy smirk on his face.

You’re both clearly naked in the photo, making it obvious what the two of you had just done. He selects your chat with Min-joon, attaches the selfie, and captions it with “She’s mine now, asshole.”

You hear the familiar “boop” sound effect of the message going through. Your phone begins to absolutely blow up with texts and calls from Min-joon, but you don’t give even half of a fuck. You power off your phone. The two of you are absolutely laughing your asses off.

You and Sang-woo are giddy and in love. You throw your arms around his neck, kissing him once more.

A week has passed, and you’ve packed up all your stuff into your car. Min-joon has been served divorce papers, and he is legally not allowed to even be in the same vicinity as you. This chapter of your life is over. You’ve come to realize that you can absolutely meet the right person at the wrong time. However, the right time will come, sooner or later.

One year later, you strut out of yours and Sang-woo’s shared bedroom. You’re dolled up in a dress for date night. “You look so sexy, my princess. So beautiful and gorgeous. Turn around.” Sang-woo gawks. Your mind flashes back to Min-joon’s hateful comments. You couldn’t be more grateful for the complete 180 that your life took.

Sang-woo kisses you, takes your hand, and leads you out the door for another memorable date night, followed by an even more memorable proposal.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Well there ya have it! Hope you loved it, Anon! Sorry it’s kinda a longer one! I’ll be working on the next request! Have a good night everyone! 🫶🖤 -G

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[ferrarifinnick]

IT’S OVER! | MEN OF SQUID GAME HEADCANONS

you tell them you want out of the relationship, and they react to your revelation.

includes: daeho (player 388), myung-gi (player 333), sang-woo (player 218), jun-ho (police officer).

warnings: mildly toxic behaviour from myung-gi.

wc: 0.8k

a/n: i had a little writer's block, but the inspiration is starting to flow again so get used to seeing me back in your feed hehe. enjoy <3

DAEHO / PLAYER 388

he would stare at you for a long moment, his face falling as his heart sinks to his feet. “w-what?” he asks, his voice so uncharacteristically sombre it nearly doesn’t sound like it’s him speaking. his shoulders deflate, and he’ll stare intensely at you as he begins to realise this isn’t a cruel joke you’re playing on him.

he’ll gaze at you helplessly, his lips quivering as they curl into a frown. the urge to bury his face in your neck and hold you tight is one he has to fight, because for the first time since he met you, he knows he can no longer seek comfort in you.

“i love you,” he’ll say, even if people outside the room might call him pathetic for clinging on. “i’ll do better,” he promises. “i’ll get another job, pay off my debt, i just…” he’ll look down and slowly reach out for your hand, gently taking it and rubbing his thumb over your skin. he’ll look up into your eyes, desperate and longing for you to change your mind. “i can’t lose you.”

MYUNG-GI / PLAYER 333

he doesn’t let you finish your speech and will cut you off once he gets the gist of what you’re saying. his face will twist and he’ll wave a hand to stop you from talking. “so that’s just it?” he’ll ask flatly. “you’re going to throw away this, us, just like that?”

he’ll search your eyes for any sign of hesitation, and once he realises you’re serious, he’ll just scoff and look away. he’ll push himself off the couch and onto his feet, and make a point to loudly pack some belongings into a bag. “i can’t believe you,” he’ll mutter, along with “you’re so dramatic” as he sighs and shakes his head the whole time he mopes around.

when he opens the front door and sees you not even looking at him, he realises you aren’t playing games with him. that you’re serious. his heart spikes with fear as he slowly comes to terms with the fact that this really is the end. but he won’t let you think you’re in control. he’ll sigh and, as if it’s inevitable, he’ll say “call me when you come to your senses,” before slamming the door shut behind him.

SANG-WOO / PLAYER 218

he’ll patiently sit through your speech, hands loosely clasped together because he knows he can’t reach out for yours anymore. for once, he isn’t taking mental notes of things to circle back to like he does in work. he just listens, lets you pour your heart out, because even if he disagrees with ending the relationship, he will always respect your opinion.

after you’re done, he’ll need a minute to process it all before he can respond. he’s always thinking two steps ahead, working out what words will get the best response, but not now. not when his heart is aching and his lover is hurting.

he’ll let out a shaky sigh, look into your eyes and sincerely say, “i’m sorry i haven’t been making you happy.” there’s no trick, no mind games, just crushing regret that he didn’t catch onto this issue before it had ruined the one good thing he had: you.

he won’t let you see how deeply in despair he is, because his vulnerability isn’t meant to guilt you into staying. if you change your mind, it won’t be because you were manipulated into it, and if you do, he’ll be ready and he’ll be better for you.

or so he says when he opens the front door. he gazes at you once more, before quietly slipping out, closing the door softly behind him.

JUNHO / POLICE OFFICER

while you explain how his job is too demanding, his phone will continuously interrupt with vibrations of new notifications. he’ll dismiss it and urge you to continue explaining, but when his phone starts to ring with an incoming call from his boss, he’ll freeze as he’s halfway through instinctively answering it.

this is exactly what you mean.

he’ll slowly lower the phone, realising just how neglectful he’s been to your relationship. he turns off his phone and tosses it behind him dismissively, then turns to give you his full attention. he takes your hands in his, squeezing them gently as he leans in closer.

“i’m sorry, i see what you’re saying and i agree, i am too focussed on work,” he says, soft and sincere. “i realise it now, and i’ll make changes to make you happier, just give me a chance to show you.”

if you say no and try to leave, he won’t stop you. he respects himself too much to beg you to stay, but he’ll still follow you to the door and help you put on your shoes. he cares about you too much not to. but as you go to leave, he’ll draw your attention by taking and squeezing your hand again, letting you go after he softly says, “i’ll be here if you change your mind.” he’ll kiss your hand and watch as you walk away.

nobody would ever break up with daeho so you know this is fiction lol. like, comment, reblog. love <3

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

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

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

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

Word count: 3656 (holy moly)

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

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

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

“What are you doing here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s up his ass?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?”

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

“Are you hurt? Did you-”

“It’s not hers.”

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

“What?”

“The blood Gi hun. It’s not hers.”

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

“It’s okay. We’re okay.”

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

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

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

“It’s okay. We still have a chance.”

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

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

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

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

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

You let out a scoff.

“Like you give a shit.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You voted to stay!”

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

“I’m really not in the mood-”

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

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

“Don't look away from me!”

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

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

“Extra cash?” 

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

“That money would get rid of my debt!”

“It’s blood money Sang-woo!”

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

You shake your head at him.

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

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means!”

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

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

“You’re such a dick Sang-woo.”

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

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

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

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

“Take it. I know you’re cold.”

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

“Oh for fucks sake.”

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

“Thanks.”

“You’re still an asshole.”

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing here?”

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

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

“Did you fall into the bathtub?”

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

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

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

“Do you want me to help?”

He nodded slowly. 

“Okay.”

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

“Everything okay?”

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

“Sang-woo.”

“Hum?”

“Please don’t tease.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

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

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

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

“I missed you.”

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

Sangwoo grumbled at your words, fingers curling into you.

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

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

“Gi hun was all over you.”

“What?”

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

“In the games. He was all over you.” 

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

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

“Why’d you stop?”

“You’re mine.”

“What are-”

“Say it.”

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

“I’m yours.”

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

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

“Take your bra off.”

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

“Sang-woo please…”

“What is it, hum?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grabbed at your cunt and you keened. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t leave me again.”

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

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

[karaswnee]

Cho Sang-woo’s NSFW Alphabet

[ Headcanons ]

A – Aftercare:

Efficient.

He’ll clean you up, hand you water, straighten the sheets—but affection is subtle.

A hand on your back, a glance, nothing more.

B – Body Part:

Your hands.

He watches them constantly—how you grip him, pull at his tie, trace his skin.

They say everything you won’t.

C – Cum:

Quiet, controlled, always with a hiss of breath through gritted teeth.

He doesn’t lose composure—even when he’s falling apart.

D – Dirty Secret:

He fantasizes about being ruined.

Not gently—utterly.

By someone who makes him forget the job, the lies, the numbers.

E – Experience:

Polished. He’s had partners, all discreet.

He approaches sex like a negotiation—until someone breaks his routine and gets too close.

F – Favorite Position:

Missionary, but intense.

Deep eye contact, firm grip, his body pinning yours.

It’s not tender—it’s a claim, a focus.

G – Goofy:

Almost never.

Maybe once, drunk, he laughed during sex—and instantly shut down.

He doesn’t know how to be both vulnerable and light.

H – Hair:

Trimmed and tidy.

No-nonsense grooming.

He keeps everything presentable, just like his suits and spreadsheets.

I – Intimacy:

Complicated.

He wants it—fears it.

He’ll touch you like he’s starving, but if you call it love, he might leave.

J – Jack Off:

Infrequent, clinical.

Usually when stressed.

No fantasies, just friction and frustration.

He hates how much he needs it.

K – Kinks:

Control, denial, subtle power games.

He enjoys keeping you on edge—making you beg without raising his voice.

L – Location:

His apartment, clean and minimal.

He doesn’t do public.

Sex is a controlled environment—until someone throws him off-balance.

M – Motivation:

Obedience, restraint, being outsmarted.

A quiet challenge turns him on more than nudity.

The moment you disobey with a smirk—he’s hard and furious.

N – No:

Public displays, romantic theatrics, messy emotions.

He shuts down if it feels too exposed, too unscripted.

O – Oral:

Slow and focused.

He doesn’t brag—he just learns what you like and executes it perfectly.

He treats it like strategy, and wins every time.

P – Pace:

Deliberate. Measured.

He wants to feel every inch of you—every gasp, every reaction.

If he’s rough, it’s precise.

Q – Quickies:

Rare, unless he’s under pressure.

Then it’s brutal, fast, and silent—half-dressed and breathless, like it never happened.

R – Risk:

Low tolerance.

He values control too much.

But if he’s truly losing it?

That’s when the mask drops—and it’s unforgettable.

S – Stamina:

Impressive.

He doesn’t rush.

He’ll go until you’re too sore to argue, then act like it was nothing.

T – Toys:

Clean and discreet.

Silk ties, maybe a vibrator—things he can hide in a drawer.

Nothing flashy, everything effective.

U – Unfair:

Devastatingly so.

He knows exactly how to drag things out—how to almost let you come, then stop with that cold little smile.

V – Volume:

Low.

He grits his teeth, breathes hard, maybe groans into your skin.

You’ll never hear him shout—he holds himself too tight.

W – Wild Card:

He keeps your old texts, voice messages—replays them when alone.

He pretends it’s just data, but it’s the only time he smiles.

X – X-Ray:

Toned, well-kept, clean lines.

A body shaped by quiet discipline—but you’ll find stress in every tense muscle, scars he won’t explain.

Y – Yearning:

Moderate, but repressed.

He wants more than he acts on—buried under guilt and control.

When it breaks through?

Intense, almost obsessive.

Z – Zzz:

Falls asleep fast—but only if you’re there.

Your breathing steadies him.

Without it, he lies awake, staring at the ceiling.

ㅤㅤ

[dean-samw67]

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[blissfulbluee]

okay so i have a wip that will not be finished before s3 so im gonna write a oneshot about it here instead! pls enjoy. also note the wip has already successfully predicted several things so hey maybe this could happen..

what if gihun kills inho during the identity reveal?

what if he sneaks up a knife, or he shatters a whiskey glass and takes a shard in his hand

all it would take would be a single sentence, a few taunting words strung together that finally makes gihun snap

he jumps on inho, stabs him in his neck, repeatedly

it’s something gihun has never done before. For two games hes become a finalist without direct blood on his hands, aside from a few guards and the sacrificed players, but nothing like this.

this time the blood soaks through fabric and skin and soul, forever tainting gihun in spite of its justification

when he sees junhos face, forgiving himself will be entirely out of reach, but part of him has already felt atoned—because this was not merely a selfish act.

he did it for jungbae, the best friend who forgave him and placed his life in gihuns failing hands. who should he should have never let the games touch.

he did it for sae-byeok—who was only a girl, his agi, wanting to protect her little brother. he could picture her telling him he wasnt that type of person when he prepared to kill sangwoo, but now saebyeoks dead, and so is the gihun she knew.

he did it for sangwoo, despite everything, despite the glimpse he saw of him in hwang inho as blood poured out of the wound in his neck. because sangwoo was his friend and he forgave him. because sangwoo was only twisted and polluted by the games designed to do so. because sangwoo was still that little boy he played with as he died in gihuns arms.

he did it for every player who ever stepped foot in the games and had their lives ended or shattered beyond repair.

and he did it for hwang inho, who had no other escape from his sins, who accepted the mercy of death gihun granted upon him.

[angelfvngss]

*ೃ༄ Sangwoo Dating HCs - NSFW !!

Sangwoo isn’t shy at all in the bedroom. He’s fluid in his movements, he’s confident, and even slightly cocky. Sangwoo knows your body like the back of his hand.

He knows what you like, what turns you off, and he knows when you’re in the mood. Sangwoo is eerily accurate when it comes to reading your energy; it’s nearly impossible to hide your thoughts and feelings from this man.

He doesn’t rush it. Never skips foreplay, and it’s probably his favorite part of it all if he’s honest. Nothing gets him going more than hearing your breath hitch and speed up— just simply knowing he’s the one making you feel this way is more than enough to make him ache and need you.

Likes to make you beg. Not all the time, as he enjoys you being a pillow princess, but it’s fun to tease you here and there. He thinks you sound so cute when you’re desperately yearning for his touch.

Not vanilla but also not super kinky. He does what you like, although he has limits. He’s not a fan of physically harming you in the form of slapping or hardcore choking— he values you, and doesn’t want to act violently towards your body that he loves and respects so much.

Jealousy causes most of your rough nights. You’ll wake up with small bruises, love bites, hickeys, everything you can imagine.. it’s there on your body. It’s a reminder that you belong to him.

Aftercare is important! Sangwoo NEVER finishes first (unless you ask him to) and he NEVER lets you feel used or dirty afterwards. You will be cleaned up, fed, and cuddled until you fall asleep in his arms. Anything you may want or need after sex— he’s going to give it to you. You don’t even have to ask, either. Sangwoo does it without hesitation.

This man is loyal, and he loves you more than anyone or anything in this world. You will never feel unloved by him. As much as he struggles with intimacy regarding having vulnerable conversations; he doesn’t struggle one bit during physical intimacy and taking care of you after.

[moonlitsmile]

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╭┈─ ◌ೄ strangers from hell ✧･ﾟ:*

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~ rules about my writing here.

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ sad girl ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ cho sang-woo x girlfriend!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! this story takes place in an alternate ending for squid game where sang-woo wins instead of gi-hun! there is also a part one to this story, million dollar man! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ one week had passed since your boyfriend, sang-woo, reappeared in your life under strange circumstances that made your blood run cold. for two agonizing weeks, he had vanished without explanation. then, he returned, battered and hollow-eyed, his face bearing scars that seemed etched not only into his skin but into his very soul. he had come to your door clutching a bag of cash, his body trembling, his clothes soaked with sweat. “wait for me,” he had whispered, his voice hoarse and desperate. you promised you would, and so you did.

˚ ༘♡ you couldn’t stop replaying that moment in your mind, every detail a puzzle you couldn’t solve. had he been involved in something criminal? was he tangled in debts or worse? the thought that he might be ensnared in something far beyond your understanding consumed you. the sight of him, standing there, so broken and afraid, haunted you. you didn’t want to believe he was in danger, but deep down, you couldn’t dismiss the fear.

˚ ༘♡ then, this morning, a text came through on your phone. it was brief, offering no answers, only an instruction, “come to my house.” no explanation, no reassurance, merely a summoning. the clock had barely struck six, but you didn’t hesitate. sleep clung to you as you threw on the white, wool coat he had gifted you months ago for your three-month anniversary.

˚ ༘♡ the streets were quiet, the morning air biting at your skin as you made your way to his home. every breath a battle against the anxiety clawing at your chest. when you reached his door, it swung open almost immediately.

˚ ༘♡ before you could say a word, he pulled you inside, his movements quick, the door closing behind you with a soft click. the air inside was warm, contrasting the chill outside, but it did little to ease the tension in your body.

˚ ༘♡ “you’re here,” he murmured, his voice low, and then his lips kissed your cheek, cool and brief, a gesture that was both familiar and foreign. the touch left your skin tingling, not with comfort but with unease. his eyes lingered on you, their usual sharpness dulled by something you couldn’t place, something sinister.

˚ ༘♡ you stepped back from him, your voice trembling but firm. “you have to tell me everything right now,” you demanded, though the weight of your exhaustion seeped into every word. the fear you’d carried for weeks had worn you down, leaving sorrow in its wake. “i can’t keep living like this, with all the secrecy and half-truths. it’s killing me.”

˚ ༘♡ as you glanced around, you noticed his home looked different, emptier than you remembered. furniture was missing, and stacks of boxes lined the walls, their presence unnerving. your eyes narrowed as you turned back to him. “are you moving? why didn’t you tell me anything?” your voice cracked with disbelief. then, anger surged, and you shoved his chest, your frustration spilling over. “this has to stop! you can’t keep throwing money and gifts at me, thinking it’ll distract me from everything you’re hiding!”

˚ ༘♡ his posture stiffened, his muscles taut under the pressure of your words. his jaw clenched tightly, and for a moment, he looked away, as though searching for the right response. when he spoke, his voice was strained, his frustration cutting through. “if you would only give me a chance!” he snapped, the sharpness of his tone filling the room. his chest heaved and fell rapidly as he struggled to compose himself.

˚ ༘♡ letting out a slow, deep breath, he rubbed his temple, his hand trembling slightly as he pulled off his glasses. without them, his eyes looked more vulnerable, the walls he so carefully built around himself momentarily exposed. “why can’t you trust me?” he said, his voice quieter now, tinged with a mixture of anger and hurt. “why is it so hard for you to believe in me?”

˚ ༘♡ the scars on his face had faded slightly but still marred his handsome, angular features. your eyes lingered on them, the memories of his battered appearance resurfacing with a painful clarity. tears welled up, blurring your vision, and a tightness settled in your throat. “then tell me,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo exhaled deeply, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the truth he was about to share. “it was business dealings,” he began, his tone measured, “not illegal, but high-risk. it was meant to be a way to increase my earnings, and it worked. it was highly profitable and lucrative in the fiscal aspect. it was presented as a secure business opportunity.”

˚ ༘♡ you narrowed your gaze, suspicion flaring. “how much money are you talking about?”

˚ ༘♡ he hesitated for a moment before meeting your eyes. “forty-five billion six hundred million won,” he said, his expression unreadable.

˚ ༘♡ your breath caught in you throat, your mind struggling to process the sheer enormity of the figure. “what?” you managed to choke out, your disbelief evident. “sang-woo, that kind of money doesn’t come without strings attached. it can’t be clean.”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw tightened, and he looked at you with an intensity that made your stomach churn. “do you trust me enough to believe it is?”

˚ ༘♡ you faltered, the strength of his question bearing down on you. he wasn’t explaining, he was testing your loyalty, your ability to have faith in him despite the glaring inconsistencies. deep down, doubt clawed at you, but your love for him, flawed and reckless as it was, overpowered your reservations. “i trust you,” you murmured, guilt creeping into your voice. “i’m sorry for questioning you.”

˚ ༘♡ he nodded, the tension in his frame easing slightly, though his gaze remained guarded. “the investment fund ended a few weeks ago,” he continued, his tone darker now. “it got messy, very messy.” his bruised hand lifted, gesturing to the faint scars on his face. “this… was the price of my involvement.”

˚ ༘♡ the word lingered between you, heavy and suffocating. you stared at him, the weight of his choices crashing down on you like an unbearable tide. “why didn’t you tell me?” you demanded, your voice trembling. “don’t you know I would have stood by you? no matter what?”

˚ ༘♡ his eyes darkened, and his voice rose intensely, startling you. “because I didn’t want to drag you into my problems!” he shouted, the force of his words filling the room and making you flinch. the reaction caught him off guard, his frustration fading as he noticed the fear on your pallid face. he let out a deep sigh, running his hand through his disheveled hair before pacing the length of the room. when he returned, his expression softened, and he cupped your face gently, his touch warm despite the tension. “i’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with regret. “i didn’t mean to scare you. i’m sorry.”

˚ ༘♡ you had hoped that hearing the truth would make things easier, that it would bring the clarity you craved. but instead, it felt as though the distance between you had grown wider. “sang-woo,” you said softly, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions, “i don’t care what you’ve done or what happened. i only want to know that you’re safe, that we’ll be okay.” tears spilled freely down your pale cheeks, salty streaks marking the anguish you couldn’t hide.

˚ ༘♡ his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. your head rested against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you in a way his words couldn’t. his hand moved slowly along your back, a comforting motion that was far different than the turmoil brewing within you. “everything will be fine,” he whispered, his tone firm yet almost pleading. “i promise, it’ll all be fine.”

˚ ༘♡ despite his reassurance, you couldn’t shake the pang of unease in your stomach. his words might have been meant to comfort, but they felt fragile, as though they could shatter under the strain of whatever truths still remained hidden.

˚ ༘♡ “i love you,” he murmured, his hand gently tilting your chin until your eyes met his. his gaze was steady, filled with a tenderness that made your chest tighten. “i want to spend my life with you. to get married, have a family…”

˚ ༘♡ a shaky laugh escaped through your tears, a fragile moment of relief breaking through the tension. “alright,” you said softly, wiping at your damp cheeks. “let’s start with something simple. how about we go get something to eat?” your fingers brushed against his tired, weathered face, tracing the lines of exhaustion etched into his features. “you look like you haven’t had a decent meal in days,” you added with a small smile.

˚ ༘♡ sang woo’s lips curved upward, faint but genuine. “that sounds good,” he replied, his voice carrying a gentleness that was almost unfamiliar after everything.

a/n: i thought sang-woo wouldn’t tell his girlfriend about the squid game, with how concerned he is with maintaining a perfect reputation. let me know if you have any other requests! 🤍

[enfoutreur-du-futur]

INHUN / 457 SHIPPERS !!

I have just updated "All that glitters is blood", my Inhun fanfiction. It's a follow-up of season 2 and features : tied-up Gi-hun, kidnapped Gi-hun, traumatized Gi-hun...but also obsessive In-ho, manipulative In-ho, self-questionning In-ho...you know, the good stuff.

[sensationallysangwoo]

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

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

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

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🩶Sang-woo’s POV🩶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what if I don’t?”

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

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

“On your knees.” She commands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[f0linasahl0]

hey everyone! i wrote sangihun! its just a retelling of the final fight if you're interested.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63841327

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Smut=🫣

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Carmy: Sweet Symphony 🫣🥰

Carmy: Baby Fever 🫣🥰

Richie: Plus one🥰

Top Gun

Bob Floyd: Pretty Boy🥰

Bob Floyd: Drunk words, sober truths 🫣🥰

Bob Floyd: Speedy Landing 🫣🥰

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Squid game

Seong Gi Hun (player 456): Make believe 🥰

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Cho Sang Woo (player 218): A blast form the past 🫣

Kang Dae Ho (player 388): Warmth 🥰

Alice in Borderland

Chishiya: Crawling back to you🥰🥲

The trunk

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Polar

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Midnight Mass

Sheriff Hassan: The new sheriff in town🥲

Sheriff Hassan: So this is the end🥰🥲

Avatar

Lo'ak: Reborn🥰

Neteyam: Reckless Behaviour🥰

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson: A helping hand🥰

Wednesday

Tyler: Not a monster, just done monstrous things

Xavier: Unrequited love🥲

Good omens

Crowley: To love and be loved

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Triple Frontier

Santi/Frankie: Two is better than one🫣🥰

Saltburn

Oliver: The birthday boy🫣

One Piece (Live action)

Luffy: Love bites 🫣

Usopp: Shoot your shot 🫣 (request)

Sanji: Forbidden fruit 🫣

Star Wars

Cassian Andor: Rescue Mission🥰

Cassian Andor: Hold me even if your hands are bloody

Poe Dameron: Stubborn to a fault🥰

Din Djarin: Another day🥰🥲

Din Djarin: Yours🥰

Din Djarin: Guilty Pleasure 🫣

House of the Dragon

Alicent: Secret touches🫣

Alicent: Sworn protector 🥰 (request)

Helaena: A mothers pain🥰🥲

Aemond: Sweet Caresses 🥰🥲

Aemond: An olive branch 🫣🥰

Aemond: The cowardly king🫣🥲

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Aegon: A shoulder to cry on 🥰🥲

[ashishere0w0]

For the Sangihun nation..