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

Sweet Proposal

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What? Why would you-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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theganymedes · 2 years

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GIRLFRIENDS…!? [ k. sae-byeok ]

content warnings — intoxication, explicit sexual/profane speech eluding to smut, etc..

note — HI ALL! i’m back and i’ve missed tumblr sm. i promised to put out some of my unpublished saebyeok pieces and this is the first of many. BEWARE! this is a very lusty MATURE plot sparked by one of my favorite songs that i wrote like forever ago— it is the foreplay/first part to a smut i began and never finished. there is no real smut in this piece, and if you’re into that sort of thing, it will leave you wanting for more! read at ur own risks luv! (if you like this enough, i’ll finish the second part for you (if requested!), but this is pretty cute on it’s own, imo :) i hope you enjoy!

synopsis — you’re not sober, and saebyeok, (who apparently might be your girlfriend) is on the way…

Okay. You really need to stop drinking.

It isn't helping. In fact, it's making everything worse. With every bittersweet swig of Stella Rosa, you crave the taste of something much more satisfying— Much more intoxicating.

Saebyeok's lips.

You sigh softly, your tongue sliding across the roof of your mouth with a chuckle as you shook your head at yourself, staring back at the MacBook screen thats still blank, besides your name and a due date prompted in MLA format on the left hand corner.

You’re supposed to be writing a paper for your english course, yet it's nearly 1AM and you got nothing— You're all alone in your one-bedroom apartment, level of intoxication tangoing with tipsy, head empty, only thoughts being... her.

It's a Friday night.

You could submit yourself into the astiring streets crawling with shit-faced students from your college university, as your apartment complex was just barely off campus— All it took was a few miles walk, and you could be at some wild frat rave, getting drunk for free and partying with pretty strangers...

You don’t want to. You want one thing. One person. And her name is Saebyeok.

The thought of her dizzies your brain more than normal. Not just because of the spirit juice spiraling through your system, but because she finally made your relationship official!

Four days ago. She finally asked you to be her girlfriend!

Well, okay... Maybe ‘asked’ is a bit of a stretch.

Four days ago, she was helping you study for a mid-term via FaceTime,

(SaeByeok lives off campus as well, back at home with her mother and little brother whom she takes care of, and avoids coming to college unnecessarily as much as possible... She's not much of a people person.)

Anyways...

Her kid brother, Cheol interrupted your study sess, asking who his sister was on the phone with. She replied saying, and you quote—

"My girlfriend."

Your heart nearly exploded.

You’re her girlfriend!?!?! I mean, sure, you guys have been getting closer, and your relationship has certainly surpassed the status of college acquaintances who share each other’s notes...

Sometimes, Saebyeok seems to be quite fond of your company... and spooning you, and making out with you all the time, and sleeping over at your place, and leaving her hoodies and toothbrush at your apartment… and maybe you've seen her naked once or twice, and or had sex in the backseat of her car...

But girlfriends!?!

This is big news to you. And it leaves you feeling... Some type of way.

You like her. You like her a lot. And the fact that she spoke to Cheol, the human she loves most on this planet, about your little 'ol existence? It proves she likes you just as much.

Or so you assume. You can’t really be sure if your love-sick mind had misinterpreted the whole girlfriend-Cheol-facetime thing— Yet, the rousing scent of Saebyeok’s oversized tapestry hoodie you’re wearing and the enthralling influence tainting your sense of wit just won’t leave it to chance.

Fuck the english paper. You need pure pellucidity straight from the horse’s mouth, and you’re determined to get it — That, and maybe a little something else too…

With fidgety fingers, you tend to your cellphone’s call list, fishing for that freckle-faced contact photo in an unbidden blur.

You’ve never called her this late before, and the last thing you want to do is scare her off after she (possibly) just made things official, but your morals are missing at the moment.

She picks up the phone on the first ring, which isn’t unusual, but it still makes your heart beat berserk each time.

"Yeah?" The sultry sound of her voice is buried under swift breeze, honking cars, and diluted laughs commencing in the background.

Where ever she is, it’s crowded. It sounds like she’s passing near a pile of traffic on a sleepless city street.

You furrow your brows, almost taken aback by the fact that she’s out and about this late.

"Where are you right now?" You ask while fighting back a grin, a snarky twinge interlacing your vocals.

Saebyeok is a homebody, and you're positive that you have to be one of the couple people she enjoys enough to spend her free time with on a Friday night.

You were curious as to what the hell she could be doing right now besides touching you...

"Out." She submits simply. "Is everything okay? Why are you calling me now?"

Always so plain...

You twirl the drawstring to her hoodie giddishly, hanging on to her every word.

"Well what are you doing? It's pretty late." You pry a little, shamelessly too.

You are her girlfriend after all... Right!?

"Making money. Are you okay?"

Always so curt... Always so sketchy... Always showing concern for your well being... Why is this turning you on even more?

"Sounds realllll sketchy, Ms.Kang." You tease in a slight slur, following a few giggles. "Where do you work again?"

You're well aware that whatever she does to get enough cash to support her family was probably boarding the line of illegal, and she knows that you know, but she refuses to ever involve you in her less than lawful activities.

As long as she assures you she's safe and not an any sort of danger, there's no harm in poking a little fun…

She scoffs lightly, catching onto your antics. "What's this about, (Name)? Do you need something?"

"I need you here with me." You exhale dramatically with a protruding pout. "I've had a few drinks and... I really wanna see you."

Saebyeok is silent for a few seconds.

She knows you, and judging from your overly-sensuous tone and the time of night, she's beginning to gather what this call is really about.

She gulps thickly, "You want me to come over? ... Right now?" Before she excites herself, she needs you to confirm.

"Yes, please. If you can." You aren't afraid to beg, nor of seeming desperate. "I've been without you all week... You're all I can think about right now."

Another taut silence. You swear you can almost feel her hitched breath nestling against the nape of your neck threw the phone.

"I'm on my way."

As white noise swallows the line, you scarf down the remaining wine in your glass, jolting from the couch to your feet, excitement surging your skeleton in its entirety.

Your head spins as you briefly reminisce on the last time you had her in your presence— Her dark eyes being so attentive to you, adoring your every move. Her lips on yours, tongue so modestly asking for entrance to your mouth and her hand trailing up your thigh with reluctance, patiently awaiting your shy shows of consent…

You pace around your apartment, too antsy to sit still. Already freshly showered and shaved, you tidy up a bit, lighting a vanilla bean candle — An airy savor, not too potent. You don't want the aroma to conflict with your perfume oil.

When you hear your phone ding with a new notification less than 20 minutes later, you don't even check it — You run straight to your door, knowing it’s SaeByeok making you aware she's outside.

Swinging back the knob eagerly, your lips softly part at the sight of her. She's sporting a cream-colored kawaii crewneck and simple sweats, palms shoved in her pockets as she stares at her shoes.

Gosh, the things this girl did to you.

You pretend your heart doesn't stop when her glance dwindles to meet with yours, always managing to forget how tall she is.

The star-like speckles dappled on the apples of her cheekbones sprout skyward as her smile widens — She sizes you up, her eyes slowly trail from your fluffy house slippers to your bare legs, skin only covered from your mid-thigh and above… Then she realizes you're wearing her most homely hoodie.

She licks her lips nervously, lustful eyes nearly looking threw you, speaking of the impure words she can’t form, for her breath is beyond her.

You feel a blowsy tint blooming on your cheeks.

"Like what you see?" Mists of lightweight liquor loosens your lips and emboldens your audacious body language.

Blinking from her daze, Sae chuckles in the cutest coy manner.

"It's huge on you." Her verbal taunting is kittenish, though the tacit teases tattooed on the back of her skull are not.

You huff a wispy laugh. "Whatever, Giant." Rolling your eyes, you shuffle off to the side. "Come in."

And so, she does, but she doesn't get far.

Slipping past the door seal, Saebyeok is jolted forward — You softly snatch the fabric of her sweater, cornering her back against the front door. It slams shut as you envelope her neck in your arms, embracing her into a kiss.

You sigh instantly at the tiny contentment. Kissing Saebyeok is like a saccharine dream — Her warm lips kindle a burning desire that seems otherworldly, a pillowy bliss of passion.

Sensual, defining the tender undertones of your adoration, but sloppy, personifying the aching hunger between you both.

Her fingers whirl along your waist, yearning for closeness, yet only wandering shyly around your midriff— Too meek to trickle lower, leaving you to pine for more.

Before her tantalizing touch can linger too long, she simply pulls away, breathless and bashful.

Her brows knit, "You taste drunk." Saebyeok breathes out. "How much have you had, exactly?"

The implication unnerves you. Arms flying to your sides, you straighten how your (really hers) hoodie a bit, as a wave of embarrassment seems to spite you.

Oh, no. Are you coming on too strong? Are you making her uncomfortable? Is she not as into this as you?

You let out a timid giggle, untangling yourself from her personal bubble.

You need to chill. Don't give her the impression that she's only here because you're horny. At least figure out if she’s even actually your girlfriend before you try to seduce her, geez!

"Uh, a.. few glasses?" You confess, awkwardly leisuring over to your living room.

Saebyeok notices your abrupt shift in nature, and it disappoints her a little, but she says nothing, merely following after your lead.

"It's only wine, though." You assure her. "I was trying to loosen myself up enough to write my english paper."

Hips swaying as you strut, you can feel her eyes attached to you— Devouring you, admiring the way her clothing encompasses your curves.

"Yeah?" Her voice is like stifling satin, which makes you shiver. "Get anything done?"

You turn on your heels to face her, aligning your gazes. "Ummm, I found a pretty font and layout to type my name in! The words are gonna be really cute when I finally write them." You smile innocently, interlocking your arms around her torso.

She glares you down, subtly nibbling on the inside of her cheek, in her best attempts to scold your darn adorable face.

"(Name), there's nothing aesthetic about procrastination."

You giggle, pressing a chastise peck to her lips, "I'll get it done! I promise, it's not even due for another week anyways."

"That doesn't mean you have more time to pretend it doesn't exist."

That's exactly what it means in your mind. You know it, and she knows it.

She can't stand when you procrastinate like this, ultimately being cause of an inevitable anxiety attack and mental breakdown when due dates roll around.

It stresses Saebyeok out just as much as it does you, so she's strict on you about turning in assignments on time — You aren't complaining. You find her stern traits to be quite endearing.

Endearing, and in this special case, conveniently opportunistic.

"Look at youuu, all worried about your girlfriend's studies." You coo in jest, floating an odd amount of extra emphasis on the spoony slogan.

In the beats of silence that follow, you stare deeply into her eyes, smile unwavering, awaiting her retort. Patient for the moment she begins to fluster and blush about how she'd made your relationship official— for Saebyeok to bring up some sort of formal conversation about the thing that's got a tsunami in between your thighs.

Instead, she blinks at you— Stammering her response and searching for the correct answer within your cherishing glimpse.

It was weird... Like you were expecting her to have a certain reaction to your words that just sound like... plain 'ol words to her.

She lets it fly. You're a weirdo. A drunk one too. Nothing new.

"Let me see the rubric.” Sae insists softly. “Maybe I can help." She bends down slightly as her faint callouses begin to reach just beside you for the scattered loose leafs across your coffee table.

Though you clasp her wrist before she can proceed any further.

“Not a chance!” Damning her in the most delicate way possible, your touch drifts off to graze her palm. “I didn’t invite you here so you could do my homework. I wanted you here so we could… Spend time together.”

The use of a neutral tone is good enough to shadow the shake in your liquid courage, because SaeByeok is still convinced that it is the liquid courage meddling with your coherence.

So, her heartening hands come to engulf yours— The affectionate gesture sweet enough to make you swoon.

“It still counts as us spending time together, as long as we’re together…” Her thumbs gently caress your knuckles as she shrugs. “I don’t mind.”

One of the innumerable reasons you endlessly adored Kang SaeByeok was because she was the rare type of person who truly didn’t mind.

“Well too bad,” You declare to her, “Because I do.”

She regards your doting orbs as you sweep the short raven strands swinging in her sights behind the lobe of her ear, waiting for you to continue.

“I don’t know, I’ve just been hoping for a while now that we can… Start spending more quality time together…”

While the intent behind your coquettish request is wholesome, Saebyeok looks disappointed — Her features contort slightly with confusion, and if you didn’t know her so well, you might say she was pouting.

“Anytime I’m with you is quality time to me.” Her dainty disclosure whistles up in the wind and implores for your confirmation.

“No!” Your frantic console is spat in a hurry, before your little scheme can skew south.

“I mean yes it is, I feel the same way— It’s just… You’ve been busier lately and we don’t have as much face time together like usual…” In the persuading sputter of stutters, you somehow work your way back to the original point.

“Wouldn’t you prefer to do something more intimate with… Your girlfriend… rather than writing her thesis?”

Your apartment falls noiseless.

Saebyeok squints as she silently seeks for the reason why you’re suddenly a third person in this conversation.

Maybe she forgot that you’re kind of an angsty weirdo — You sometimes have this excessive tendency to complicate things into oblivion.

The way you’re wired reminds her of an overstrung piano— a morass orchestra of sublime symphonies amalgamating into one swell song.

And thus, Saebyeok’s accepted that when you try to sing the lyrics, she may have to listen closely in between the overlapping labyrinths.

Her wary ears are open, but her innate need to be rational keeps her mouth closed.

“We can do whatever you want.” Is all she obliges to you, her features nearly impassive. “This is your place. What do you have in mind?”

Damnit. Saebyeok is harder to read than text subtitles across a theater screen.

Nevertheless, you sat aside your unsettled stomach and scrunch your shoulders like you’re careless.

“I guess I should at least be a decent host and offer you some food.” With her hand coalesced in your grasp, you lug over to your cushy kitchen area.

“Are you hungry? I have leftover pizza in the fridge, or I could make you something really quick.”

… Not exactly the hunger Sae was hoping to satisfy when she came over, but she supposes this’ll do too.

“Whatever is easiest is fine.” She replies, her body sticking close to yours with her every movement, as she knows the subtle steam of her skin will stir tension.

A simpering smile adorns your face while you dawdle to your fridge door.

“Pizza it is!” You move quickly, scurrying over to the cozy corner where your air-fryer lives while pulling the plastic wrap from the plate of pie, “After I heat this up, do you maybe wanna watch something by Ghibli!?”

The dopey grin on Sae’s lips offsets how she rolls her eyes and her heads shakes at the suggestion (that’s she pretty sure is becoming an obsession) of yours.

“Sure...” She agrees, chewing her bottom lip as her feet maunder in your direction. “Guess what?”

When the mini-fryer begins to aerate, you turn to face her hovering above you, pressing your back to lean against the cold marble countertop.

“What?” Ignoring the sweltering ache simmering between you, you ponder curiously with the flutter of your lashes.

There are the tiniest shards of luster lathing in Sae’s eyes— A supple smirk springing on the rim of her lips, and you instantly know the name she’ll say next.

“Cheol got invited to another kid’s birthday party this weekend.” The animation cresting through the undertones of her dour vocals could make you croon.

“Oh my gosh, really!? That’s so good!” Without noticing, your voice is lifted a few octaves, your hands are flapping together like a penguin’s, and you’re nearly jumping up and down.

Saebyeok is almost annoyed that she can feel the stupidly huge beam painting her features pink, and still can’t do anything to stop it— You’re just too precious.

She’s only strong enough to snicker at your reaction as she watches you in revere.

Once your feet plant again, you urge for all the juicy details.

“I take it he’s starting to fit in better at school?”

Sae nods. “He seems to be, yeah.”

For a second, her glimpse loses yours— She ducks her head a little, fingers running to fiddle with the hem of your (really hers) hoodie’s pouch before she proceeds…

“Anyways, I wanted to ask you.. If you felt like chaperoning at the party with me.” Her volume is shallow of any base and her eyes are anywhere but on yours. “I know it sounds kind of lame, but it’s supposed to be some laser tag thing with like, bouncy houses. You don’t have to play or anything—“

“Are you kidding!?” You can’t help to interrupt, voice dripping of wry humor and Saebyeok’s sights suddenly jolt up at you.

“I get to beat a buncha kids at laser tag and possibly meet the incredible, infamous Kang Cheol? Count me in.” You snort with a sardonic scoff.

Her face falters— Brows boosting to the baseline of her forehead, bewildered and all bushy-tailed.

“Really? You’d actually go with me?”

“Of course.” Starkly, you say, allowing your palm to skim tepid along her collarbone…

In moments like these, you sometimes wish you were more like Saebyeok.

You wish you were the type of person who knows how to chill— The type who didn’t nag, poke, or probe … Someone who didn’t throw a tizzy over silly things like labels and titles, who knew how to let things be…

But you weren’t. And you don’t.

So, if you just so happened to sense a perfectly good opening…

“I mean… That’s what… Girlfriends are for, right?”

Luckily for you, the third time Saebyeok has to cringe through you awkwardly highlighting the word girlfriend out loud, is a charm.

“Okay, why do you keep repeating that?”

She’s blunt — Boring an unblinking gaze upon you as she scoffs beneath her breath, as if she found your behavior confusingly hilarious.

Your eyes go doe, and you put on a phony frown to avoid being so vilely prompted on the spot.

“Uh— I don’t know what you mean.” You puff a timorous chortle. “I’m not repeating anything—“

Your lying has never been very good, but Saebyeok is especially over your little larks tonight.

“Girlfriend.” She badgers you stubbornly with no remorse. “You keep saying the word girlfriend over and over on purpose. Why?”

You analyze her stony response with a churning stomach.

“Why are you being so hostile?” A swig of somber seeps into your defensive delivery. “Does that word make you uncomfortable by chance?”

“It might start to if you keep emphasizing it in every sentence.” She deadpans. “What is it?”

The air is dull of noise as your jaw clenches.

This is much more embarrassing to admit aloud than you could’ve imagined, but you can only dodge Saebyeok glaring daggers at you for so long — Before your cast crumbles…

“You called me your girlfriend last week.” You spit it out so fast, it nearly blends together like a single syllable.

Assuming you have more to spill, she quirks a brow at your seemingly insignificant statement.

“Okay… And?”

“Anddd…” You attempt to shrug off your inhibitions, as all the correct words twist on the tip of your tastebuds, yet never come out straight.

“I-I’m- kind of— I’m just wondering if you, possibly, actually really meant it.”

Your eyes divert downward like lightning, though there really isn’t anywhere else to look— Saebyeok practically has you pinned against the air-fryer on the countertop behind you, and her body not much farther from melting into yours feels like thunder.

“You’ve never really referred to me as that before and, I guess I’m just trying to figure out what you see this— Us, as.”

Clearing your throat, you hope to expel the butterflies from your gullet.

Your apartment is peep-less again and you’re this isn’t the greatest sign.

At this point, you think your toes are sweating, your heart is beating so bad that it hurts, and you’re staring at the floor so hard that the tiles are beginning to wiggle.

And when you finally gather the gall to look at her again, Saebyeok is on the verge of bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Seriously?” She goads with giggles, her voice full of cynical glee. “(Name), I have a toothbrush here.”

Well, when you put it so curtly…

“Yeah— Well, It’s easy to misplace toothbrushes on accident.”

You’re sure that’s a thing… Somewhere in the world…

“We’ve been intimate…” Saebyeok reminds you. “Like multiple times.”

Obvious is starting to sound like an absurd understatement— Even though you feel like your face is caked with clown makeup, you contradict her quickly—

“Okay, the first time we had sex was in your car…”

She sports a conceited sneer, her features glossed with gloat.

“Only because someone was too eager to wait…”

You are wordless, as your eye-sockets see the back of your brains for the third time she’s brought this up.

“Besides, I’m bringing you to meet my brother this weekend.”

“So what!?” You exclaim, solely for the petty purpose of putting up a fight. “If you really think about it, the sacredness of meeting family is very subjective—“

Saebyeok settles your debate with the covetous crash of her lips onto yours— A pale groan escapes you without your permission, your reciprocation impatient and hungry, as you pleach your palm into her hair.

She grunts lightly as you tug along her scalp, hands pulling your bodies even closer, nearly pressing your center against her hips.

Goosebumps inflame like prints all over your skin, a seething fever stewing your senses as your tongues entangle, the grip entwined in her fluffy tresses only getting tighter…

Saebyeok stops — Pulling back ever so slightly that her dense breath fans the hot flush coating your cheeks.

“We’re girlfriends.” She tells you. “I see you as my girlfriend, (Name).”

“Oh. Okay.” Exhaling heavily, you simply nod, trying to steady more than one throbbing pulse. “I see you as my girlfriend too, Saebyeok.”

“Good.” She sighs out with swollen lips.

“Great.”

Your air-fryer beeps, right on cue to slice the tension with a knife.

“Well, now that that’s settled…” You swallow breathlessly. “Do you still want your pizza?”

“Depends.” She gawks at you with no indignity, slightly leaning in, as her hands soothe the cinch of your waist.

“Is that really what you called me over here to eat?”

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impixx · 2 years

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Squid Game Headcannons: The players’ love languages

warnings: none other than one swear word lol

gifs are not mine

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Seong Gi-hun

Gi hun’s top two love languages are physical touch and gift giving.

He doesn’t have much money, but even still he absolutely loves to spoil his significant other any time he gets the chance to. He secretly enjoys receiving gifts as well, but sometimes he feels bad taking from others. Especially if it’s money.

When in a relationship with Gi Hun physical affection is a MUST. This man will always be holding his partner’s hands or wrapping his arm around their waist, anything to feel close. He’s super cuddly, especially if he or his partner has had a bad day.

Cho Sang-Woo

Sangwoo’s biggest love languages are gift giving and acts of service, as well as physical touch in private.

Sangwoo is pretty reserved, which can make it hard for him to be vulnerable with people, which is really what makes physical touch one of his love languages. Cuddling and hand holding with him is essentially a show of trust for him, showing that he feels comfortable enough to show his soft side around his partner.

He’s much less shy about acts of service and gifts, though. His partner can always expect him to open doors, make meals, and do chores for them. As well, it’s a very common occurrence for him to come home with gifts or flowers (probably bought with company money).

Kang Sae-byeok

Sae Byeok definitely likes physical affection in private, but her main love language is quality time.

Like Sangwoo, Sae Byeok is reserved with her emotions, so physical touch is mostly reserved for in private. She adores cuddling, especially if she gets to be the big spoon. She’ll never admit how much she loves it, but it’s clear from how every morning she holds on tighter as her partner tries to get up from bed, mumbling about how she wants ‘five more minutes.’ She’ll hold hands in public if her partner wants to, or if she wants to show that they’re hers.

She absolutely loves spending time with her significant other. Watching TV together, playing videogames, doing activities, anything. As long ad she’s spending time with them, it doesn’t matter.

Ali Abdul

Ali’s main love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation.

Ali is super cuddly. He’s like the overly clingy couples you see in lines for rides at the amusement park, just constantly hugging on his partner or playing with their hands or hair. He knows when to stop though, and if his partner isn’t a fan of PDA, then he’ll respect it. That just means all the more cuddling in private.

Words of affirmation is less of him saying it to his partner and more of them saying it to him. Being told how much he means to them or how handsome he is makes his heart absolutely soar. It makes him feel so loved and appreciated.

Ji-yeong

Ji-yeong mainly enjoys quality time and receiving gifts.

She knows how short life can be, so to her it’s extremely important to spend as much time as possible with her significant other. As well, she just likes to hang out with them, feeling most connected when spending time together.

She also enjoys receiving gifts, but it isn’t required for her to be happy in the relationship. Little gifts here and there really show her that she is appreciated. Even if she doesn’t always think she’s that important, the fact that her partner thought about her enough to get her a gift quickly proves her wrong.

Hwang Jun-ho

Jun ho’s top love languages are physical touch and quality time.

As an officer, Jun ho also knows the dangers of the world and how important it is to spend time with those you love, hence the reason why quality time is so important to him. He really likes going on dates, drives, and even shopping trips, but he also appreciates staying in and having a lazy day with his partner.

Jun ho also is pretty touchy. Hand holding, hugging, cuddling, all of it. He really likes his hair being played with during cuddles, the feeling often putting him to sleep within minutes. He enjoys appropriate PDA, which triples when he’s jealous. If someone is hitting on his partner, expect him to swoop in with that PDA to put an end to it.

Jang Deok-su

Deok su is very emotionally closed off, used to any weakness being exploited with the amount of enemies he has. He generally shows love through acts of service, and on occasion gift giving.

He won’t make a big show of it, no. He might not show it, but he listens to his partner very well, remembering what tasks need to be done around the house or what has been stressing them out so he can do it while they’re gone to surprise them. If it’s brought up to him, he simply says he wanted to help out or noticed that his partner was stressed about it so he decided to do it instead.

On occasion he will also come home with gifts. It could be some small trinket that reminded him of his partner, or even something expensive, but he will always act like it isn’t a big deal.

“Here. I saw it at the market and thought you might like it.”

“Deok su, how much did this cost?!”

“It doesn’t matter. Do you like it?”

Han Mi-nyeo

Mi nyeo is definitely a fan of physical touch. She also enjoys receiving gifts and words of affirmation.

She can be pretty touchy, holding her partners arm in public and hugging on them in private. While she can be independent if she wants to be, she tends to be pretty clingy.

Receiving gifts and compliments are the big two ways to make her feel loved. It makes her feel special and reassured her that her partner thinks about her and truly does love her.

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lokischocolatefountain · 2 years

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Berlin's Good B*tch

Fandom: Money Heist: Korea Joint Economic Area

Pairing: Berlin (Song Jun-ho) x Reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Berlin knew from his lessons from the camp that fear, real fear, was the only thing that worked in controlling people. So good was he at instilling fear that she found nothing nobler in life than being Berlin's Good Bitch.

A/N: I have nothing to say for myself. I have no shame and I am going to hell (where Berlin will be). Anyone else writing Berlin fics? Please help! I’m thirsty for Haesoo and I can only find the Spanish Berlin fics

The cold breeze caressed my face as we sped on the empty road. Berlin hummed an unfamiliar tune that was calming yet strangely unsettling. Just as he was. I wanted to see what was around me, to know which part of the city we were in, to see his beautiful face and to know what he wore. But, my hands remained on my lap and away from the blindfold just as he had requested. It was part of the rules we had in place in this strange relationship of ours. Berlin treated me well and did not hurt a hair on my body— well, not more than I liked. And in return, I obeyed his every word. It was blissful torture.

His humming stopped just as the car did. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come. In just a few seconds, I would be in heaven. The car door opened and I felt his hand grab my elbow and pull me out. I stumbled in my heels, falling on him. He steadied me by my shoulders before grabbing me by my wrist. I struggled as he walked, unable to keep up with his long strides in my high heels. Yet, I navigated the grass, the cobblestone floor and the stairs easily with my experience of being here countless times.

When he stopped, I knew what would come next. Having gone through this ritual many times did nothing to keep me from getting shamelessly wet. I spread my legs apart and my arms parallel to the ground. I shivered as I felt his presence behind me and his warm breath on my neck. He started with my head as he always did, his large hands touching and inching down my face and then my neck. He moved from my shoulders to my arms down to the tips of my trembling fingers.

I felt a tug at the strings that held my dress together on my back. Berlin traced along the strings on my back, tugging at the knot that tied everything together. I felt a slight chill as the satin fabric slid down my breasts. He hummed appreciatively as he cupped my breasts in his hands and kneaded them quite roughly. His hands weren’t made to give pleasure, they were calloused and rough and quite the expert at manhandling me. He finished his inspection of my breasts by pinching my nipples. When I screamed in pain, he slapped them before wrapping a hand around my throat and hauling me above the ground. I kicked my legs and brought my hands up to my throat, afraid for my safety even though I knew I would survive this. I always did.

“I know you’re hiding something,” he breathed into my ear.

“I’m not, Berlin. I promise, I’m not,” I said, fighting against his cruel hand to keep breathing. I was in his lair, at his mercy and every breath I took was an act of charity from the kindness of his heart.

“So, I won’t find anything if I searched you with a metal detector?”

I shook my head, gasping when I was finally put down to my feet. I coughed, struggling to catch my breath. But, he spared me no time to collect myself, grabbing my ass in his hands and kneading them through my dress. I felt like something he was testing before buying but of course, he already owned me in every sense of the word. Seconds after his hands left my body, I heard the familiar beeping sound of the metal detector behind me.

“What do we have here?” He sang delightfully as he pulled my dress the rest of the way down, leaving me completely bare for his eyes. Even blindfolded, I could feel his gaze on me, hungry like a starving predator eager to tear into his prey.

“Bend over,” he said, tapping my ass with the metal detector. “Spread yourself for me.”

I stepped out of my shoes, spread my legs and bent forward before spreading my cheeks for him. I felt warm tears of humiliation run down my cheeks as the shame seeped through every inch of my body that his eyes touched.

“Ah, yes. How could I have forgotten about this?” He said, inspecting the metal of the chastity belt that he locked around me just that morning. It was such torture knowing that I was locked away from my own pleasure, its key dangling on a chain around his neck.

“Are you enjoying your little prison, my dear friend?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Aww, what a good toy,” he cooed, stroking my hair, making me melt into his hand at his demeaning praise.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Good bitch. Down bitch, down,” he said, his hands gently pushing down on my shoulders. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him, eager for more praise.

“Good bitch,” he repeated as though he knew exactly what I needed. The clanging of metal attracted my attention followed by the opening of a lock.

Berlin tilted my head up by my chin and pushed my hair out of the way before securing the cold metal collar around my neck. It was tight around my neck, but only enough to remind me constantly of his ownership of me. My knees and hands moved forward as I felt a tug on my leash. I followed dutifully, enjoying the clinking of the chains he used to drag me along.

My blindfold finally came off when we stopped inside the room. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, before the blurry figure in front of me made itself evident as Berlin on his leather sofa. His right leg crossed over his left, his left hand holding a cigarette and his right wrapped around the chains of my leash, he was the perfect picture of power. I bent down, my eyes still trained on him, and placed a kiss on his boot.

His face was illuminated by the red lights above him, highlighting every bump and crevice on his hardened face. It told me more about his past than his lips ever have. There were no visible scars on his face, but it clearly wasn’t a face that was cared for. People took at least a little care in how their face looked. He had a handsome face, but it was too rugged, too neglected. Like he had no use for it beyond the senses. Like the face did not have to navigate society.

This room was all I knew about his life. Everywhere else, I was blindfolded to preserve his identity. I didn’t even know his real name. Just Berlin. But, he knew everything there was to know about me. Where I lived, where I worked, how I should be touched, what I feared, how I could be controlled… everything. At first, I found it creepy. It scared me to wake up to find him hovering over my bed, shackling my ankles and wrists to my bed posts before he took me. But, he eventually made me understand that this was good for me. It was in my best interest to be ready to take his cock at all times. It was in my best interest to be useful to him, to have my every thought and action consumed by him. He acted in my best interests today when he surprised me with his gun against my temple as I got into my car before being blindfolded and driven to this place, whatever it was.

“Turn around.”

When I did, he unlocked my belt and placed it on the carpeted floor beside me. I hissed as he pushed his fingers inside my cunt. He laughed at my reaction and forced himself in and out, making me hear the obscene wet noises my body made for him. It was the result of my frustrations that built up over the week as he brought me to the edge and denied me over and over. I was his plaything and boy did he love to play with me.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, slurping exaggeratedly at his fingers covered in my wetness. “So this is what they mean by a bitch in heat.”

My cunt creamed at his humiliating words as though it wanted to prove that I was his bitch. In my desperation, I fucked myself on his fingers as he watched, head tilted, lips curled up in a disturbing smile. He pushed into my cunt again and scooped up my wetness before shoving his fingers between my lips.

“Taste yourself, my pretty whore.”

I swirled my tongue around his fingers, worshiping them as I would his cock. I closed my eyes and moaned as I sucked myself off of him, tasting how I dripped for his cock. I was always ready for him. It had been like that ever since he pulled me to himself on the dance floor and relieved his frustrations in my cunt. The next day, I was back in the same bar, wearing the same dress, hoping to be taken again. He did not disappoint.

He pushed his fingers deeper down my throat, making me gag.

“If you can’t even take my fingers…” he trailed off, laughing as I choked on him.

I crumbled to the ground coughing when he finally let go. His boot pressed down on my naked chest that rumbled with more coughs. He smiled down at me, amused by my struggles and pressed harder and harder until I sobbed.

“Keep crying,” he demanded and like he’d turned on a switch in my brain, my sobs grew louder. I was crying in pain, yes, but I was crying more for his pleasure. Even without his boot on my chest, I would’ve cried if he commanded it. The pain was just a gentle reminder for me to perform for him.

He closed his eyes and smiled like he was intoxicated by the melody of my cries. His face was the picture of peace and serenity, but his foot was as cruel as ever as it exerted and released the pressure on my chest in a rhythm that only he knew.

After what felt like eons, he freed me from his boot and I rolled to the side, buried my face in his carpet and continued crying. From a gap through my hair, I could see him draped on the couch, his legs over one armrest and his broad back resting on the other. His fingers drummed against his thigh as I cried. I pressed my thighs together, content to feel something, anything on my deprived cunt. I felt my wetness leak out and coat my thighs, providing lubrication for my desperate attempt at pleasuring myself.

I couldn’t chase my pleasure for long. He pulled my leash forcefully, dragging me against the floor before I stopped at his feet. My skin burned where it rubbed against the rug. He played with my hair as I continued giving him his favorite melody, his rough hands gentle on my skin. He leaned closer and smelled my hair and I thanked myself silently for remembering to use the shampoo he gave me. The pain on my chest mixed with the soothing touch on my hair scrambled my thoughts. Did he want me to feel good or did he want me to hurt?

He licked a stripe up my cheek, lapping up my fresh tears. I squeezed my eyes shut and let more tears run down my cheeks, eager to give him more of my liquid pain.

“Good bitch.”

His praise went straight to my cunt and I whimpered despite myself.

“Does my fucktoy like being praised, hmm?” He asked, walking around me and stopping at my back.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Earn your praises, bitch,” he said, pushing my face into the chair on which he was seated mere seconds ago. I tried to free myself on instinct, but I was no match for his brute strength as he pressed my face into the leather.

He forced my hands behind me and made me spread myself for him. My breath caught in my throat when I heard the clinking of his belt followed by a swat to my cunt. I cried into the sofa and brought my hands to my head. He showed no mercy for me, forcing them back where they were.

“Be a good cunt for me, won’t you? And I promise I’ll take you back home in one piece,” he whispered into my ear.

“Y-yes, yes S-sir. P-please!” The last thing I saw before the blinding pain took over me was the sneer on his face. I cried and screamed this time too, but I did not dare to move my hands. As much as I loved his punishments, I’d had enough of his cruelty today to last the month. The seat of his sofa was wet with my tears and I knew it would only get worse from here.

I endured the searing pain of his belt against my cunt, hoping that it would stop soon. But a louder voice in my head wished for more of the searing pain, as much pain as it would take for him to be satisfied. The voice knew that this body was nothing but an outlet for his frustrations, for his desires and his experiments. The voice had no aspirations other than being his good bitch.

I had lost track of the number of hits I’d taken, but was relieved when I heard the metal buckle of his belt crash against the floor. Through my sobs, I managed to hear the sound of him unzipping his pants.

My eager smile stretched into an O as I gasped when he entered me in one stroke. There was no warning with him. No foreplay, well only if you don’t count the beatings. He wrapped my hair in his fist and pulled hard as he took my cunt for himself. I burned with the pleasure of him fucking me…or with the pain he gifted me with his belt. The sounds escaping my lips were unrecognizable, animalistic. The usually silent Berlin made little grunts of pleasure and I squeezed harder around him, giving him more resistance in his thrusts. It hurt to clench, but it was all worth it when he said…

“Good bitch!”

I moaned his name as he pushed me to the height of pain— no, pleasure… There was no difference when it came to him. My body trembled under his, unable to bear everything he gave me. I was being bombarded with a million different sensations, yet I felt like I was floating away from my body, my soul unable to take his assaults even for another second. My vision went blank and all I knew was his cock, thrusting in and out, taking his pleasure from my burning body.

As I came to, I felt his flesh slap against mine. His movements were inconsiderate, uncaring of the person he was using. Like I was a fleshlight he was pumping into to relieve himself. His groans grew more strained with each thrust. He stretched me out like no other man ever has, invading my body and mind, possessing me like the demon he was.

With a cry, he pulled out of me and I flinched as his warmth coated my back. The room was silent for the first time in a while. But, I knew that would change when I heard the familiar sound of his switchblade. I bit into my arm in time for the piercing of the knife on my back. My teeth sunk into my arm, hurting even my bones as his knife cut deep.

He licked my blood off my back as fresh tears poured from my eyes.

“Good bitch. Very good,” he sang, patting my head affectionately before he left me bleeding on his chair. Etched on my back, I saw old scars of the English letters “Song” and a freshly bleeding J.

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Note: Berlin’s real name is Song Jun-ho

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kyokiou · 2 months

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Hi! It's Lou. I'm a writer (or at least I was, hehe). How are you? I really want to get back to work here but I don't know how to do it! What would you like to read? More Squid Game smuts? K-dramas in general? Specific TV shows? Waiting for answers. xoxo'!

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gurlbesimpin · 2 years

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Hello, I hope you have a speedy recovery. I want to request sangwoo x wife doing the first smut thing which is the first-timer for his wife but not for him who has previously pro with his ex. Thank you so much!

thank you! i'm feeling a lot better <3

warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst, fingering, masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie

requested: yes

pairing: sangwoo x fem!reader

oldie but a goldie (sangwoo x fem!reader)

"are you sure darling?"

your husband asked, as his large hands rested on the hem of your panties. He arrived from work a few minutes ago, and a simple makeout progressed into something more. Both of your bodies sweating, filled with lust. However, you were nervous. It was your first time... espicially your first time with HIM, and you were afraid to mess it up somehow.

"yes baby"

you mumbled as you looked up at him through hooded eyes. His wicked smirk sent shivers down your spine as he gently tugged your panties down. As the cold air hit your gleaming sex, your hips gently thrusted up into the air.

You ran your fingers along your husband's bare chest, making his muscles flex. His fingers danced around the inside of your thigh, making you grow needier for him with each second passing.

"baby please-"

you whined in protest of his teasing, as he used his other hand resting beside your head (keeping himself up), to pin your hands above your head as he continued to frustrate you-

"awww so desperate darling?"

He knew how to make you turn into mush with just his words, he was incredibly skillful at what he did, which gave you hope for the night.

"yes- yes plase sangwoo.... please!"

you practically screamed, making him gasp in surprise. He has never seen this side of you, and he was extremly shocked at how desperate you have grown in such a short time. Finally, finally his fingers sank into your soaking mound. Your back arched on the bed as his index 'n middle finger rubbed your clit in steady figure eights.

Your head flew back, as you let out a loud, desperate moan. Sangwoo sped up his pace, eventually slowing it down, just to repeat his actions. His brown eyes were staring into yours, carefully studying your reactions to his movements. He was nervous he would mess this up, not like he'd ever admit it-

"so desperate hmm?"

he groaned into your ear as he began sending soft kisses along your neck, occaisionally biting down onto your sensitive skin.

"yes-"

you maneged to cry out, caught up in the pleasure he bestowed upon you. You wished you could stay like this forever, stay in this intimate moment with the love of your life.

Your hips gently began grinding against his touch, trying to cause more friction, and make his hands veture further. He chuckled at your pathetic attempt, as he rose from your neck.

"someone is becoming inpatient"

he stated, as he removed both of his hands from you, leaving you a whining desperate mess on the bed. Perfectly spread befoer him.

"just fuck me already-"

you pouted, causing his dick to twitch within the confinement of boxer briefs. Briefly looking into your eyes, his hands flew to his shorts, pulling them down. You moaned as his long, hard cock sprang free, the tip leaking precum. There was no denying, he was large. Bold veins running along his thick dick, his balls shaved to perfection.

"you want it so badly, don't you babygirl?"

he groaned, as he lined himself up with your soaking core.

Nodding perfusely, sangwoo seemed dissapointed.

"use your words darling"

"yes, yes please- please give it to me"

you whined, becoming more impatient by the second. As his cock rubbed agianst your entrance, you held back a moan, not wanting to seem pathetic or overly desperate. Despite this, he knew how much you wanted his cock, how badly you needed him to fuck you, take you.

"ready sweetheart?"

he asked, as he placed both of his hands on either side on you.

"yes-"

With that, he slowly entered your soaking cunt. You let out a moan as sangwoo squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying the way you clenched around him. Slowly pulling out, he entered again, before repeating his slow and steady rhythim.

"fuck baby-"

he groaned, as his hand wandered to your aching clit again, rubbing it quickly as his pace sped up slightly with each thrust of his his hips. As you opened your eyes, you watched as his scanned your body, before your gaze met his. He couldn't help but smile at your beauty. Suddently his thick cock directly hit your cervix, making you let out a loud moan.

"right there-"

you cried out, and sangwoo took this statement and did exactly as requested. The tip of his dick continuing to hit all the right places as his fingers worked their magic on your clit.

The two sensation quickly sent you towards your orgasm as you felt that familiar knot in yout stomach beginning to come loose. However, you didn't have to tell him, he could feel it-

"shit baby-"

he cursed, still snapping his hips. Skin slapping on skin intermixed with moans filled the room, as the both of you inched closer to your highs. Your legs began to slightly shake which was all sangwoo had to see before knowing, you were nearly there.

"fuuck-"

you cried out, as sangwoo leaned down, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his shouders as he continued his addictive motions on your body.

"i'm coming-"

you whined, as sangwoo slipped his tongue into your mouth for a steamy open mouth kiss. This didn't last long as your legs violently shook and back arched off the hard mattress. With a scream of his name, you came. Your juices squirting onto him.

With a few more thrusts, sangwoo bit down on your neck once again, as his body stiffened. After pumping his hot load into you, he opened his eyes, looking at your fuckedout state. Your hands fell on either side on you, as your back hit the mattress again.

Staring into his eyes, you smiled. Wider than ever.

"goddamn-"

you mumbled, granting a laugh from your husband. he gently pulled out, swallowing hard as he watched his seed seep out of your cunt.

"you alright sweetheart?"

he asked as he laid down beside you, cupping your face with his large hand. Instead of answering, you kissed his forehead, smiling once again.

"i take that as a yes?"

he asked. Now it was your turn to laugh at his dorky comment.

"yes. yes indeed"

#jun ho squid game #squid game #squid game x reader #netflix squid game #squidgame #squid game netflix #seong gi hun #gi hun x reader #gi-hun #gi hun #sangwoo #saebyok #sangwoo x y/n #sangeet #sangwoo x reader #sangwoo smut #sang woo smut #cho sang woo #park hae soo

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bananaelephant · 1 year

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If you’re interested in reading my scribbles, then you can check out my Ao3: Riehlla.

Currently, I’m writing things about Alice in Borderland characters (usually Aguni is involved💙💙), but I’ve also done fics for Sang-woo from Squid Game, Gazef from Overlord, All Might from My Hero Academia, Yorick from League of Legends, and Han from Time to Hunt.

I am weak for middle-aged men, especially if they’re gentle giants or villains. Big time villain brain-rot over here, especially if Park Hae-soo is playing them 😭😭😭. I don’t only like the characters I’ve written for from those fandoms, but they’re the ones who live in my head rent-free until I feel compelled to scribble something down about them.

A couple of things to keep in mind:

Currently updating That Age-Old Problem Sunday and Thursday nights.

Everything I’ve ever posted on Archive is fem!reader-insert and has smut.

Some of my content is dub-con, dark, or angsty so please read over the tags.

I can’t help but write AUs for my favorite characters so I will be marking any AUs that I’ve written. If there’s no AU note on a fic, then it’s canon.

You might notice that not all of my works are done. I am cautiously optimistic that I’ll finish them sometime soon.

Full List of Fics:

(Reminder: everything is rated Explicit because it either has or will soon have smut.)

Alice in Borderland

That Age-Old Problem: teacher! Aguni / teacher! Reader - multi-chaptered (14/16) | High School AU

Pretty, Little Noises: Aguni / Reader / Hatter - one shot

Cross Pollination: Aguni / militant! Reader / Niragi - one shot

Squid Game

Naughty Thoughts: Sang-woo / milf! Reader - multi-chaptered (7/11) | Real world AU

Obedient: Sang-woo / Reader - multi-chaptered (3/4)

Time to Hunt

Rough: Han / Reader - one shot

Overlord

Unintended Side Effects: king! Gazef / noblewoman! Reader - multi-chaptered (43/43) | Historical AU

Some Help: orc! Gazef / witch! Reader - multi-chaptered (5/?) | Different fantasy world AU

Forthcoming: battle mage! Gazef / isekai’d! Reader - one-shot | Magic school AU

Generous: Gazef / succubus! Reader - one-shot

My Hero Academia

Control: werewolf! All Might / Reader - one shot | Werewolf / Historical AU part 1

Obscene: werewolf! All Might / Reader - multi-chaptered (5/5) | Werewolf / Historical AU part 2

League of Legends

Unsure: Yorick / researcher! Reader - multi-chaptered (3/3)

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urperfectcinnamonroll07 · 3 months

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Do's and Don'ts

Hello everyone! I'm not really that new to Tumblr, so I do know how this whole thing works. I just kinda deleted my old acc, and made this one for a fresh start so yeah:)

Do's

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Platonic

Girl x girl

Boy x boy

Gender nuetral reader/non binary reader

Platonic age gaps

PLATONIC family pieces (like, brother x sister, sister x sister, platonic stuff yk)

Don'ts

Rape

Huge age gaps (from four years apart and up)

Incest

Yandre/Tsundre

Character x animal/furry kinda thing

Kidnapping (unless it is part of a story and the kidnapper is platonic e.g. the grabber x platonic!reader etc)

A scenario in which the reader dies

Spirit x Reader (like a ghost kind of spirit, because that's js weird)

Specific AU's (e.g. Mafia!Seungcheol x reader. I'm general I js think it's a no)

People who I write for:

Seventeen

All members

Alice In Borderland

Shuntaro Chishiya

Yuzuha Usagi

Ryohei Arisu

Kuina

Ann

Suguru Niragi

Ginji Kyuma

Daikichi Karube

Mira

Aguni

Akane Heiya

Kotoko Shiga

Sunato Banda

Kōdai Tatta

Oki Yaba

All Of Us Are Dead

Lee Su-hyeok

Choi Nam-ra

Lee Cheong-san

Nam On-jo

Yoon Gwi-nam

Park Mi-jin

Jang Ha-ri

Jang Woo-jin

Min Eun-ji

Han Gyeong-su

Yang Dae-su

Stray Kids

All members

BTS

All members

Blackpink

All members

Any Kpop groups

Squid Game

Kang Sae-byeok

Seong Gi-hun

Hwang Jun ho

Abdul Ali

Front Man

Cho Sang woo

There might be more added to this, but I will try to make a Masterlist sometime soon. So cya, and have a lovely day. Don't forget to drink water and eat something, love you all!

#seventeen #kpop #fanfictions #alice in borderland #fanfiction #masterlist #what i write

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broken-ghost · 2 years

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Inbox is Open for Requests!

I typically write female reader out of habit so if you would prefer gender neutral or male reader please specify and you got it !

Fluff, Angst, Smut, I’m open for anything.

All requests welcome but if you are looking for prompts here’s the Latest Prompt List: First Kiss Prompts

Masterlist

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Fandoms/Characters I write for:

Stranger Things: Jim Hopper, Dmitri Antonov, Joyce Byers, Murray Bauman, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Alexei Smirnoff

Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Thranduil, Legolas, Elrond, Boromir, Kili, Fili, Bofur, Aragorn, Celeborn, Bilbo, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Eowyn, Arwen

Obey Me!: Lucifer, Diavolo, Mammon, Beelzabub

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul: Hank Schrader, Lalo Salamanca, Nacho Vargo, Jesse Pinkman, Howard Hamlin, Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman

Game of Thrones: Jamie Lannister, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Jorah Mormont, Sandor Clegane, Tormund Giantsbane, Stannis Baratheon, Bronn of the Blackwater, Gendry Baratheon, Jaqen H'ghar (This is the only fandom I’m open to writing character x character pairings in so feel free to send those as well)

The Boys: Homelander, Queen Maeve, Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy, Mother’s Milk, Frenchie

Squid Game: Seong Gi-hun, Cho Sang-woo, Hwang Jun-ho, Sae-byeok, Jang Deok-su, Salesman, Front Man

The Hollows/Rachel Morgan Series: Trent Kalamack, Rachel Morgan, Ivy Tamwood, Algaliarept “Al”, Rynn Cormel, Stanley Saladan, Kisten Felps, David Hue

#fan fiction #stranger things fanfiction #the lord of the rings fanfiction #the hobbit fanfiction #Tolkein FanFiction #obey me fanfiction #better call Saul FanFiction #breaking bad fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #the hollows FanFiction #the hollows reader insert #squid game FanFiction #squid game reader insert

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philomaay · 3 years

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Hey! First of all, thank you for writing about squid game! I was wondering if I could request a story about Sangwoo. I know he's far from a favorite character but for some reason he became one of the most memorable ones to me. Maybe a fic with angst in the beginning, like him disappearing to go to the games without his S/O knowing and then coming back after a while with the prize money to finally pay off his debt? Thank you!

Thank you! Yeah I hate him but he's so hot so I'll write for him💖

Happy husband, happy life.

Character: Cho Sang-woo x fem!reader

Summary: How can a father leave without any trace and come back rich?

Warnings: sangwoo being his usual asshole self and a father.

You whined in frustration as your daughter cried her lungs out, the shrieking sounds were making you feel insane and no matter how hard you tried to calm her, nothing worked. She needed one thing, and that's her father. Sang-woo knows how to put her to sleep, he's the reason she giggles and babbles so much. Even if she's only 7 months old, she's definitely a daddy's girl.

Sang-woo has been gone for six days, and no one had any idea where he was. Not his mother. Not the cops. No one.

“I know sweetheart, I know you're tired,” You walked back and forth in the living room, staring at the clock. 3:20 AM. But the baby never stopped screaming.

You finally got an idea, and you placed her on her playing mat, running off to the bedroom as you pulled out a CD. It was a video of your and Sang-woo's wedding, she'll definitely calm down once she sees his face. You set the CD inside of the DVD, turning up the volume and you picked your daughter up in your arms. Her head immediately turned to the TV, where the cameraman was zooming in on Sang-woo's face.

She stopped crying, and soon she began to yawn as her eyelids fell. You sighed in relief, and you slumped down on the couch, with her still in your arms. And suddenly, your eyes closed too.

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You woke up in a jolt, the light washes your face and you squint as it blinded you. Your skin felt stretched and you rubbed your face with both of your hands but halted quickly when you realized that your daughter was not in your arms. Panic. Panic. Panic. All you felt was panic and you jumped up as your sight suddenly got better, running around in the small living room before you headed to the bedroom, where her crib was.

You could hear her giggles and babbles, and you opened the slowly, only to reveal a man in a white wrinkled shirt, his jacket was held in his hands and his back was turned to you. His head turned over his shoulder, the side of his face was very familiar, but there was something so terrifying about him. He was not the usual father, the family man, loving husband that he always is. This man was different. Almost as if his soul was swapped with a demon, but still in the same body.

“Good morning, had a good sleep, dear?”

Even his voice was different. It was completely dead. His head turned back to his daughter, picking her up in his muscular arms and you couldn't help but notice his shirt being dirty. His hair was greasy and his hands were bloody.

“Let's make breakfast,” He walked past your shocked, trembling body. As if he hadn't been gone for 6 days. “Darling, are you feeling okay?”

You didn't notice the tears that fell from your eyes or the smile on your face that was even more confusing. You didn't know what to feel, happy or sad? Angry or terrified? Your mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say. He stood by the doorway, the baby's hands tried to reach his face but her chubby arms are way too short.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to calm your beating heart. “What...What's going on? I-I don't understand what's...wh-where...” Your mouth fell dry and no words could be spoken.

He said nothing for a few seconds, then he breathed in. “Let's eat.”

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“You have to report this, Sang-woo, that-that's not normal!” You slammed your palms on the dinner table, but your daughter ignored your small shouting as she nibbled on her spoon. “All those people...” You still didn't believe what he had just told you, it was sickening. But what was worse is that he entered this game and then won it. Who knows what he's done to reach that goal?

He said nothing, he just continued to eat his breakfast with his head down, his hair covering his eyes. He still wore dirty clothes and he hasn't showered.

“Where's the money now?” You whispered, scared that your daughter would hear, even though she doesn't understand anything.

“In my bank account.”

“Sang-woo...”

Finally, he looked at you when he heard your trembling voice, close to tears again. You sniffled and the lump in your throat got bigger.

“I-I don't think this is right...”

His eyes got darker and he glared at you, dropping his spoon against the bowl and it made a clanking noise. “Are you crazy? We finally got money. A lot of it. I can pay off my debts, and we can get a better life. Move into a bigger apartment. What about this isn't right, [Y/N]?”

You have never seen this side of him. He wasn't angry, just intimidating.

“I–”

“With this money, I can help with my mother's business, get her a better place. Do you understand what this money could get us?”

You nodded, scared to say anything else because he was right. With this money, you could pay off his debts and still have some left to get a better life. Despite sacrificing all those peoples lives. You nodded with a sigh, “I understand.”

“Good.” He picked his spoon up and continued to eat, ignoring the awkward tension in the air.

Your daughter babbled again and you smiled at her. At least now you could give her a better life. That's good, right?

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#Squid game x reader #Squid game x you #Squid game #cho sang woo #Cho sangwoo x reader #Cho sangwoo x you #Cho sangwoo #Cho Sang-woo #Cho sang-woo x reader #Sangwoo

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aurguries · 3 years

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headcanons — having an affair with cho sang-woo

pairing: cho sang-woo x reader author’s note: just hear me out, having sang-woo comfort you while you’re stuck in an unhappy marriage as a trophy wife? i needed to write this. honestly, he shouldn’t even be looking so goddamn fine in the first place while doing such horrible acts. but you know what? he can betray me all he wants djhdskla warnings: age gap, cheating

The both of you come from vastly different backgrounds.

His mother is a market vendor who sells fish and you’re the daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman.

The odds of crossing each other’s path were slim, and yet, the two of you meet for the first time when he’s introduced to you by your husband, a new client of his who is eager to show off his beautiful, young wife, whom he managed to secure through an arrangement of sorts.

From it, your father benefits while you’re forced to give up on the idea of marrying someone you love. What’s worse is that you can hardly stand your husband, who seems to have only married you for your looks and name. In fact, he prefers you to be seen and not heard.

You didn’t even want to go to the dinner with him tonight, but he insisted on dragging you along. After all, what would people think?

Right off the bat, Sang-woo sizes up the situation pretty quickly.

To him, it’s obvious you despise your husband, and that you’re stuck in nothing but a loveless marriage.

A part of him feels sorry for you, but he doesn’t dwell on it, thinking he’s hardly ever going to see you after tonight. After all, your husband is his client, not you, and so it only makes sense that the person he’s going to be mostly interacting with is him.

A month passes, and Sang-woo nearly forgets about you. That is until you show up at his office with some documents in your hand. The ones your husband was supposed to deliver to him.

Apparently, he couldn’t make it today, so you stepped in to help.

Sang-woo thinks it’s a bit odd that you troubled yourself to come all the way down here when you could have easily ordered someone else to do it. He also thinks it’s strange that you’re suddenly so helpful when it comes to matters concerning your husband.

Before he can ponder more on it, you flash a captivating smile at him as you hand over the documents, and invite him to lunch.

Needless to say, he’s quite taken aback by your sudden invitation, finding himself in a bit of an awkward spot. Having lunch with a client’s wife is nothing if not unprofessional. Especially when the client himself is not present at said lunch. And yet, if he were to decline, it might upset you, and he may come across as rude.

His thoughts get interrupted the moment he hears you laugh, and it’s almost as if you’re able to tell what he’s thinking, somehow finding it amusing.

You tell him not to worry, that you only need to discuss with him an important matter concerning the business he has with your husband as a client, and that it would be better to do it over lunch.

With this assurance, he accepts, albeit cautiously.

At the start of the lunch, he’s mostly polite and professional, if not a bit cold and distant. His responses are detached and impersonal when you try and make talk with him. But you don’t seem to notice.

You tell him things with such enthusiasm that it’s almost as if you’ve been keeping them locked up for ages and that you’re finally just allowing yourself the joy of sharing.

Over the course of several dishes, you start to chip away at him and he begins to let himself relax just a little, offering you a small, real smile every now and then.

It’s enough to make you light up, and he wonders if you’ve actually forgotten who you’re talking to. He has a professional relationship with your husband, so it’s not exactly proper for you to be conversing with him like this.

The thought’s enough to remind him why he’s here having lunch with you in the first place. You have something important to tell him, a fact he seems to have forgotten while spending all this time in your presence.

He immediately wastes no time in asking you about it, and it prompts you to reveal that you’re going to be handling all your husband’s transactions with him from now on, given how busy your husband’s schedule has gotten as of late.

Of course, Sang-woo is surprised by this, and immediately voices his concern, but when he hears that your husband has already agreed to it, it incites in him a bunch of mixed feelings.

He never liked your husband, but at the same time, he prefers meeting him over seeing you more often. From this lunch alone, he knows he should be more careful when it comes to you. You’ve proven yourself to be quite disarming, and he has already let his guard down a little. It makes him wonder if things might get out of hand, but for the most part, he’s confident that he won’t allow such a thing to happen.

And for the first few months, he’s actually right about himself.

You go out to lunch every now and then, and sometimes even dinner, but it always ends on a professional note.

He grows to enjoy your company, but makes sure to never overstep any boundaries.

That is until he finds you in tears at his doorstep one night.

He doesn’t even have to ask. He can tell that it has something to do with your husband, but before he can say anything, you look at him a certain way, and immediately, he knows. He knows why you’re here.

He’s not stupid, he’s figured out by now that you didn’t just come to his office that day to deliver some useless documents, nor did you ever care about your husband’s supposedly busy schedule.

Before he can change his mind, he immediately tugs your face upwards and lowers his own to meet your lips in an almost hungry kiss as the both of you stumble into the confines of his apartment.

And eventually, his bed.

Needless to say, things did get out of hand.

He shouldn’t be sleeping with his client’s wife, especially not when you’re someone so much younger than him, but somehow, he can’t bring himself to stop.

On weekdays, he often finds himself lighting cigarettes in cheap motel rooms with your bare form lazing by his side. And on weekends, you’re back in his bed, where he makes up for your husband’s failures.

In the aftermath, you’d tell him of your hopes and dreams with an almost childlike innocence that makes him remember just how sheltered you actually are in comparison to him.

All he’s ever known is hardship, and the thought of you ever having to go through that makes him want to pull you into his arms and tell you that no matter what happens, he’ll always be there for you, even if your husband won’t be.

Over time, he eventually allows himself to open up to you. He tells you of his childhood back in the small neighbourhood he grew up in, of his mother and the small shop she runs.

But the stories you seem to enjoy most are the ones about the games he used to play with the kids from around there.

Sang-woo was surprised to find out you didn’t know most of them, and the ones you did know, you had more or less forgotten, since you weren’t allowed to play them very often.

So he tries his best to describe them to you, and each time he attempts to do so, you always listen with rapt attention, elbows balanced on a pillow with your face cupped in your hands as you focus on him.

Whenever you look at him that way, there’s always a tug at his heart that makes him think of how much he actually cares for you, and that he might even love you.

It’s a fact that becomes especially obvious the longer you’re together.

Sang-woo’s not fooling himself. While you would probably leave your husband if he asked you to, he can’t bring himself to ask such a thing of you with the knowledge that he can never give you a life as comfortable as the one you’re living now, the one your husband is currently paying for. It’s also one you’ve likely been living since you were a child, given your father’s immense wealth, and to suddenly impose on you a life such as his own, it would be nothing but cruel.

So instead, he does the craziest thing he’s ever done so far and everything immediately goes wrong.

He shows up at your house one afternoon when your husband’s not in.

Seeing the colour drain from your face as he tells you what he did makes him feel like such a failure.

He was supposed to take care of you. And now he’s going to leave you alone with a man who doesn’t seem to realise just how lucky he is to be married to you.

What’s worse is that you immediately offer to pack a suitcase. You put on a brave front and tell him that you’re willing to leave with him right now and that no matter what, as long as you have each other, somehow, things will be alright.

You’re so naive.

It makes him so angry.

He wants to yell at you, try and knock some sense into you, because you must realise, the harsh truth is that he’s nothing but a penniless fugitive now, and that you of all people won’t be able to even comprehend just how difficult life would be if you were to flee with him.

But he doesn’t do that.

Instead, he takes you in his arms and tells you that he’ll be back. He holds you close to him, feels you cling on to the lapels of his crumpled suit as you start to cry.

Eventually though, it ends with him walking out your front door, and you left waiting for a man who will never show up.

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yes-i-am-a-tree · 3 years

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No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Sang-woo x reader)

Sang-woo x AFAB* reader story. (squid game)

* The only reason the reader is AFAB is because, in the story, they use the women’s restroom. I always try to use gender neutral pronouns*

Summary: you and sang-woo complete the 5th game together, and you end up getting hurt instead of Sae-byeok.

Warnings: Death, Main character death, Blood, Angst, Sang-woo being psychopathic :’)

I dunno if this classifies as Sae-byeok x reader bc you two do have a moment...

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It was the 5th game. You, Gi-hun, Sae-byeok, Sang-woo, and another man, ahead of all of you, were still alive. You were almost there to the end. Just one more glass panel in the way before all of you were to safety.

Thankfully you were one of the last ones to choose a number along with Gi-hun, and ended up between Sang-woo and Sae-byeok.

At first you were prone to choose one of the higher numbers, but before you chose Sang-woo told you to wait and choose a middle number or one of the last ones, and you respected and trusted him so you waited until you got a hold of number 15.

The only numbers left right now were 17,16,15,14, and 13. And at the moment 13 was stalling before he made his decision.

For the past minute 13 had been trying to determine which glass was tempered or normal, and you could tell everyone was feeling the pressure of the impending doom there was if we ran out of time.

You had all run out of ideas, and you could tell from behind Sang-woo that he was getting anxious. You had known him for 2 years when you both attended Seoul National University.

“I… I can’t tell them apart” you heard 13 say despairingly. “If we had another marble…”

He waited for something to intervene and save him from this situation. He didn’t want to die, and neither did anyone here, but time was running out and something needed to happen.

You shakily stood up from your sort of crouching position. You took a deep breath and leaped onto the glass Sang-woo was standing on, forcing him to move some to the side.

“What are you doing?” He brashly asked.

“We're running out of time.” You paused, “I’ll go.”

“No,” Sang-woo answered without hesitation. “You’re staying put, he’s going.” Sang-woo had always admired your bravery and determination when you knew each other back then, but now was not the time.

You looked at him “We don't have time to argue, we all need to live”

At that 13 stood up in expectation that you would join him to further jump on one of the last glass panels.

“You’re not moving,” Sang-woo directed at you, and then pointed at the man in front of him. “JUST GO!”

Number 13 stuttered at Sang-woo’s volume. Eyes glancing between you and Sang-woo. “They- They said they would-”

Sang-woo didn’t bother to listen to the man’s excuse for staying in place. He forcefully shoved him backward, the man breaking the tempered glass in front of him on the way down. Shortly afterward you could hear his body hit the bottom.

“GO!” Sang-woo yelled in your ear.

Mostly in fear of the man beside you, and the time running out, you quickly jumped across the last remaining glass to the end. Sang-woo and the other two followed just as briskly before the time hit zero.

Just when you thought you were safe after the clock stopped you heard glass shatter. You turned your head to see the glass panels explode before you, and in retaliation you tried to shield your body from the impending glass shards.

But it was not enough. A good sized chunk pierced you right in the side. You didn’t feel the pain much at first, but you could definitely tell it was deep. Deep enough to possibly kill you.

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Later, when you all arrived back to your shared chamber, You could hear Gi-hun argue with Sang-woo about how he murdered the man. But you were too tired, and in too much pain to care. You quickly noticed and accepted that there were four beds left, one for each person, and quickly claimed one to sit and wait.

But in not much time some guards entered and offered you all “gifts.” You quickly took this opportunity to check your wound, and hurried to the women’s restroom.

When you entered the women’s restroom, you wasted no time removing your shirt to inspect the wound. You looked bad, even worse than you thought, and you had to suppress a gag. You were never good with bloody injuries, but thankfully, surviving all previous games toughed you up a bit.

You bit into your shirt and prepared to carefully remove the glass shard.

When you yanked it out you let out a pained yell, clenching your teeth hard around the shirt, but it was muffled.

Now, the blood wasn’t being stopped by the glass and it was leaking at a fast pace down your side and onto the sink.

You took your shirt and wrapped it around the lower part of your torso where the wound was, and knotted it tight, eliciting another groan of pain from you.

You hoped that was enough to stop the bleeding and leaned against the cold mirror to catch your breath. Closing your eyes, you tried to think of good memories, something to distract you because the pain was almost unbearable.

Not long afterward, you faintly heard the door to the women’s restroom open.

You pried open one eye to catch Sae-byeok carrying the “gift” box. She was walking toward you.

You could only imagine the sight. Blood covering the sink and the floor beneath it. Some on the mirror, but mostly soaking your clothes. And you, clutching your wound and panting like you ran a couple miles.

“What happened?” you heard her monotone voice say.

“I-” your voice held a considerable amount of pain. “Some of the glass got me in my...side”

Sae-byeok nodded and for a while it was silent.

You knew what she was thinking. You were hurt. Badly hurt. If the last game was physical, there was no chance of your survival. In fact, you probably weren’t going to last the night. At this rate you were done. You were finished.

“Do you need help?” She asked quietly. “The gift was some clothes.”

You nodded. And She took out your suit and helped you change. If one person was going to leave this place, whoever it may be, you really hoped it was her.

“Sae-byeok…” you started. “ I hope that… when you get out-”

“I'm done” she cut you off. “You should leave, if you stay here too long the guards will get suspicious”

You slowly nodded before half limping away, but before you left you turned to her. “Thank you” You said, and exited the bathroom.

Sae-byeok continued to stare at the ground from when she was tying your shoelaces. She didn’t want to lose another nice person. She didn’t want to get close to anyone else. Not after her…

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When you all returned, the chamber had changed. There was a square shaped long dining table in the middle of it, the table was decorated fancily, and there were even candles and steak to eat.

You were ushered by guards to your assigned place to sit and then, after sometime you were left to yourself.

In normal situations, this could be seen as a nice, classy, even romantic atmosphere to eat. You would normally dig in, but right now. You felt too uncomfortable to eat, let aloe sit. And the atmosphere was tense, unsettling. Gi-hun was obviously still angry, and Sae-byeok’s mood was somber.

Then, almost hesitantly, Sang-woo was the first one to touch his food and eat. And the rest of you began too.

You could tell, even throughout eating, everyone was wary of each other. Of course, Gi-hun and Saebyeok had trust between each other, and they both also trusted you. So really, Sang-woo was the only one to be anxious about, and there were heavily uneven opposing sides. But part of you still believed in him. Part of you still believed in everyone, but mostly in him.

Sang-woo was never a bad person. Ever since the day you had met him you knew he had a humble soul, and you always understood and helped him, and he in turn, helped you. The last thing you wanted was to side with him and fight against Gi-hun and Sae-byeok, but maybe you could see if all four of you could work together in the last game. If you made it long enough…

But as the guards cleared the tables and cleaned up you felt worse and worse about it. Especially when one layed a single steak knife in front of you and to the rest. You knew what they were doing. They were setting you all up to kill each other before the next game!

...

A lot of time passed before anything happened. Everything was quiet in the Chamber room. No one had anything to say, but everyone knew not to fall asleep.

Earlier, Gi-hun had visited Sae-byeok’s bed, probably to discuss something about the next game. So it left you and Sang-woo alone on the other side of the large room.

It was extremely hard to stay awake, in fact, you were constantly fighting just to keep your eyes open, so you figured standing would be better.

You could see through the dim light that Sang-woo was having a hard time staying awake as well. And apparently you weren’t the only one who noticed this because you saw Gi-hun stalk toward him, just a bit, with the steak knife in his hands.

You didn’t want another murder, especially not on Sang-woo, so you (as fast as you could) limped over to Sang-woo’s cot.

There he was, sitting up, using the wall to support himself. His head was hanging and you could see the steak knife slip out of his hand and land on his mattress.

“Sang-woo” You said softly. Constantly adjusting your stance to accommodate the pain. “Sang-woo”

He slowly opened his eyes and panicked. Snatching the knife and holding it in a defensive position. His eyes looked crazy, completely different to the way you remember all those years ago.

“Sang-woo, it's me. I'm not here to kill you.”

He was still anxious, and it broke your heart to know he didn’t trust you.

“You were about to fall asleep. I didn’t want you to get hurt” You said truthfully.

“Where’s your knife?” He asked bluntly.

“I have it right here” You said as you pulled it from your pocket. “But I have no intention of using this” and you threw it far away, in the direction of your bed.

Sang-woo watched it clatter near the foot of your bed, and his attention was back on you. He calmed down, and remembered who he was talking to. He lowered his arm and released some tension.

“Can I sit down?” You asked, and motioned toward his bed.

He slowly nodded. He was more scared as to why you wanted to sit with him.

“Thanks” You answered and slowly sat down, to minimize the pain. But of course when you finally relaxed on the mattress you let out a groan of pain. This did not go unnoticed by Sang-woo, but he didn’t want to say anything, afraid of what he, himself, might do if he DID know you were injured.

“Why?” you asked simply. You were still thinking about what he did in the last game.

He hesitated before answering. He looked up at you but also caught Gi-hun and Sae-byeok staring at the both of you from across the chamber.

“It was the only way. He wouldn’t move-”

“That isn’t true, I could've gone. I wanted to go”

He sighed and put his knife somewhere behind him rather than in his hand.

“I couldn’t let you do that” He almost whispered, ignoring the question.

You both sat in silence. You didn’t want to argue with him.

“You…” he quietly uttered. “You mean a lot to me, I didn’t want to see you dead”

You couldn’t respond. You appreciated his concern, but murder is murder, and you weren’t easily forgiving that.

“You mean lots to me too, But I don’t know if I can forgive you.”

He nodded. “I… understand”

Not too long after, your vision went black for a second. And you swayed a bit in place. He instinctively reached out to balance you, but you swatted his hands away with whatever strength you had left.

“Please, I don’t need it. I’m fine.” but both of you knew you were lying. And he finally noticed the red coating the white button up underneath your coat.

“You’re hurt” He stated. And ignored your protests and laid you down, getting up in the process and moving his knife so you could lie down.

“Sang-woo...Listen” You spoke. Halting his movements to make you comfortable. “I’ll probably not make it to the end, my father depends on me back home. Please help him for me. Tell him I sent you.”

But Sang-woo was still silent. You thought he was listening but his thoughts were far elsewhere.

“Sang-woo…” you called, your voice pained, “Sang-woo?”

His eyes were frantic. You had never seen him so upset and unsettled.

You could feel yourself drift away. Your eyes were not focusing and you felt so, so heavy. Your eyes closed and you stilled.

But then, You could hear yelling. And all of a sudden, something plunged into the side of your neck.

Your eyes opened wide and at first you saw Sang-woo, he was holding himself above you. But then you saw his arm, and his hand.

He had stabbed the knife to hilt in your throat. And red covered your vision. You saw red on him. And then with one choked sob, your eyes lost that spark, and you died.

Gi-hun had seen it. He was worried about you the moment he saw you walk over to him. But he was also confused. How could you trust that bastard?

And now you were dead. He had seen Sang-woo lay you down, lean over you, and stab you. He was a cold hearted murderer. And as soon as he saw you faint he was running in your direction.

“SANG-WOO!” Gi-hun screamed in anger.

But Sang-woo didn't answer. He was still staring at you, holding you cheek. Your blood staining his face and hands.

Once Gi-hun reached you, He shoved Sang-woo off of you, and leaned over to look. You were really dead. And as if to prove it, the lights turned on and the door to the chamber opened.

Masked guards walked in with a coffin. And walked over to take your limp, lifeless body away.

Gi-hun finally looked up to see Sang-woo’s expressionless face. Sang-woo looked more tired than anything else.

“You!” Gi-hun got up. “You monster! You were friends!”

Yet Sang-woo continued to stay silent.

Gi-hun raised his knife, aiming to strike Sang-woo, but a guard pushed him away and restrained him.

Another guard shoved Sang-woo away with the end of their gun. As Gi-hun continued to yell and scream at Sang-woo, Sang-woo watched as they took your body away, probably to be disposed of, he wouldn’t know.

In truth, he didn’t know why he did it. You were going to die anyway. It was like an urge he couldn’t control. He would go his whole life not knowing why, but out of all the people he killed. Either outright or in the games to win. Yours hurt the worst. And he would probably think about you, until the day he died.

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hoewkeye · 2 years

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Sun & Moon Masterlist

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

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

Pairing: Cho Sang-Woo/Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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Prologue

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

Chapter Two: “Religion is in your lips”

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

Chapter Four: “You made me hate this city”

Chapter Five: “I just wanted you to know”

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

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

Alternative Ending: “I know better”

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therealromewrites · 3 years

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Your wish, Our Desire

IN COLLABORATION WITH @squidgamesmut

Fandom: Squid Game (Netflix)

Relationship: Seong Gi-hun (456) x Reader (Y/N) x Cho Sang-woo (218)

Age: 18+ Explicit (Under 18s go away!)

Warnings: Smut, angst, vaginal fingering, blowjob, handjob, oral (F and M receiving), cunilingus, belly bulge, dirty talk, unprotected sex, nipple play, P in V penetration, double vaginal penetration

Word Count Total: 6878

Note: I want to give a massive thanks to my co-writer @squidgamesmut . Massive props to your genius mind and words that make this such a delight to write. Thank you for your amazing patience and ideas and it was an amazing joy to write this with you. Please show @squidgamesmut so much love because they absolutely deserve it. They work so hard and post so much content so please give them the same love and support.

Thank you @gothbusterz for the amazing request! It was so much fun writing this and I think it’s one of the best stories I’ve participated in. I hope you enjoy and please do let me know what you think! I’d love to take requests for the characters from Squid Game. I have more fics on my masterlist if you’re interested!

Main Masterlist

Summary: There is no shame in sharing in sharing your deepest secrets with the people at whose side you’ll die the day after. Convinced that you’re going to lose the Game, you unxpectedly lose something more personal in the welcoming arms of your rivals.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you, (Y/N). What would you do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, yours isn’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“(Y/N) ... Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you waiting for?”

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

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

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

“(Y/N), open your eyes please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please?”

“Please, what (Y/N)?”

“Please fuck me!”

“That’s what we’re doing, (Y/N).”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s really tight, Sang-woo.”

“Really? Let me see.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you."

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

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

"Fuck!"

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

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

"Please, move."

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

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

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

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

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

"Ahh! Sang-woo!"

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

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

"All for you!" you cried out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum in me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You loathed the very break of dawn.

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