House Wife(Cho Sang-Woo x Reader Smut)
Summary: you and sang-woo enter the games together as friends. two things have happened since entering the game. seeing sang-woo shirtless now distracts you and he wants you to be his housewife.
Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, oral in female, house wife kink?, kinda sexism due to the fact that sang-woo wants you to be his house wife.
You looked up from your game to see the tall man fully shirtless. You drop the bag marbles that were in your hand. He looked fucking good. But who were you kidding Sang-woo always looked good. But now in such a distressed sweaty and shirtless state made you lose your mind. He started to ripe his shirt and his muscles flexed with the strength he used. The thought of running your hands across his toned muscles drove you crazy. Then he started to use his teeth to rip the shirt and you felt wetness gather inside you.
You shook your head and moved back your attention to the nameless woman you were playing with.
“Odd.” You said and she opened her hand and in it sat 3 marbles and in your hand sat three marbles. It was her last 3 marbles you sighed in relief in your survival and she looked petrified.
“I’m sorr-” You began to speak but it was too late the guard raised his gun and the load noise ringed in the room. Sang-woo looked over at the noise and he stared at you with those dark eyes. He looked scared, truly scared. He looked the most scared he ever felt during this whole game. He was panting and his chest was heaving. He quickly turned his attention back to the man he was paired with. The guard escorted you out of the neighborhood and into a dark room.
You watched as Sang-woo made it through the room. He looked petrified for someone who just escaped death. You walked up to him.
“Sang-woo.” You placed your hand on his shoulder. He immediately pushed away from you.
“Not now y/n.” You looked down ashamed for even asking him if he was okay. You just stood in your place while he walked off to the other side of the room.
When you got back to the room you were tense. Not only from the game but the way Sang-woo treated you. It was upsetting, you thought he liked you. He appreciated you. But now he was dismissing you.
“Meet me in the bathroom in 2 minutes.” As you sat on your bed a man’s voice spoke in your ear. You turned to see the man was Sang-woo, you gulped as he looked around the room before asking a guard to go to the bathroom.
You waited and god did those 2 minutes feel like hours. You stood and asked one of the guards as well and they escorted you to the large room. You walked in nervously. Sang-woo was standing in the middle of the floor, staring directly at you.
“What? Finally decide to acknowledge me.” You scuff.
“I’m sorry for the way I behaved.” He spoke in a calm nature. “I was under a lot of pressure.”
“So was I. And the only person I know in here acts as if I’m a pest.” He walked closer to you putting his hand on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry y/n, please let me make it up to you.”
You didn’t know how you ended up here but you’re ass his perched against the concrete sink while Sang-woo dives into your pussy with his thick tongue. Your hand is in his hair guiding him. You look down at the man in front of you and the view is glorious. His eyes are glued shut while he concentrates, his hair is in disarray. He moves his hand to push up the glasses are were slipping off his face.
This is when he looks up at you to see what your reaction and he didn’t disappointed. He can see your pleasure filled eyes and your nipples are pebbled. It is the perfect view and it only encourages him more to continue his assault on your sensitive bud. It was like it didn’t move anywhere but that area. It was bringing your orgasm on fasting that you thought would be physically possible.
“Sang, so fucking good. So close.” He hums against you which sends more shock waves through your body. He closes his eyes once again focusing all his attention on making you snap against his mouth. He wanted to taste your come so bad he was desperate for it. After a few long licks of his rough tongue, the twig in your stomach snaps as a flood of pleasure rides your body.
“Sang-woo!” You moan out as your body starts to settle from the orgasm. He doesn’t stop his licking but moves from your clit to hole as he tastes the new sweetness that litters it. “Please I’m sensitive.” You moan as your hips jitter. By your request he removes himself and stands up.
Before you can say anything he is pressing his body into your, capturing your lips in his. Even though he hasn’t smoked in days you can still taste the cigarette on his mouth and it tastes amazing. You whine against the kiss as you feel Sang-woo pull down his pants quickly. Soon you feel him press his tip to your entrance, traced it with your wetness. You bite your lip from the tension.
“Please, daddy, please.” The word makes Sang-woo go crazy as he immediately shows himself into you. You moan out as the foreign feeling of his cock in you shocks you. He barely lets you adjust before he starts rocking his hips, pushing himself deeper into you.
“Say that word again.” Sang-woo desperately asks.
“Daddy.” You whine out as you stare at each other deeply. You feel his hips stutter a little before he starts ramming into you faster. “Your cock is so big.” You grab onto his hair to stabilize yourself.
“Yeah you like my cock you fucking slut.” You give him a nod and a whine and it seems to satisfied him as he continues his thrusts.
He felt so good inside you. Like he was made for you and vice versa. Your mind began to wonder while being plummeted with pleasure. Would this be the last time you had sex? Would this be the last time you felt such pleasure? Would it be the last time you had sex with Sang-woo? As much as you tired to stop the tears from falling they couldn't be stopped and soon you were sniffling while drops littered your face. Sang-woo immediately noticed this and stopped his thrusts.
“What did I do something? Did I say something?” He asked frantic. You just shook your head in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, I-I just what if this is my last time having sex.” You sobbed more as you realized how stupid you probably sounded. “I’m sorry this is stupid, I’m stupid.”
“No it’s not, this isn’t going to be the last time. We’re gonna win this thing together y/n, we will get out of here with that prize money and we will be able to do whatever we want to do.” He soothed you as he rubbed his finger along your jaw.
“Promise?” You blathered against him.
“I promise.” He whispered before capturing your lips in a kiss. Once again you were met with the taste of cigarettes but you couldn’t complain.
“Do you want to-” he says as he broke the kiss.
“Yes, yes more than anything.” You say as you smile up at him. He enters you again gently and his thrusts are more slow and intimate.
“You gonna be my little housewife?” He whispered against your lips.
“W-what?” You say to him confused.
“Once we get out of here with our money, I’m gonna rebuild myself and you’ll get to be my pretty little house wife. You won’t have to work a day in your life.” You had no idea why but his words made you gush around him. Maybe it was the fact that he would provide for you for the rest of your life, you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. You got all the luxuries you would ever want in life and when Sang-woo comes home he gets to fuck the shit out of you.
As your cunt squeezes around him, his thrusts began to quicken and become more rough. “Mhm you like that? You little lazy slut.” He grunts out. He unexpectedly lifts you slightly off the sink and slaps your ass and you lunge forward.
“Answer me whore.” He grits out.
“Yes, yes Sang-woo.” He slaps your ass again.
“What was that?”
“Yes daddy. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah you better be fucking sorry.” He grits out as he grabs onto your hips, using them as leverage pump himself into you faster. You’re barely able to think at his thrusts and speech.
“What are you gonna be.” His breath quickens.
“Daddy’s little slutty wife.”
“Yes. Yes, you are. Gonna just come home from work and unload in you. Fuck all my frustrations out on you. Were where you before these games when I needed to let my frustrations out.” He’s moving so quickly now your breasts shake against your chest.
“Daddy I’m so close.”
“Me too baby, me too.” His hips keep stuttering as he moves closer and closer to orgasm. “Come for daddy. Come for me.” He whispers and soon you feel your orgasm flood you once again.
“Good girl, making me feel so good.” He says in response to your orgasm clenching around his. “Fuck, fuck I’m coming too baby.” He says before you feel his hot sticky liquid fill you. You gasp as what he does but you don’t mind. He pulls out to see the work he’s done. Your abused pussy is now dripping with his come into the sink.
“That was so good.” You say laying your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around your back.
All of a sudden you hear banging at the door. You both quickly dress and leave the bathroom, both of you faces flushed with embarrassment.
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friday evenings - cho sang-woo
word count; 7k
cw; smut, sub!sang-woo, oral (m recieving), dirty talk, use of sex toys, choking, begging, ruined orgasms, vague mention of daddy kink, clothed sex.
authors note; feedback is appreciated so please please give it! thank you so much! also tagging @xiernia as requested!
“Can’t stay away from you, can I?” Sang-woo said with a smile as he sat himself down on one of the many bar stools.
“The usual?” you asked, already going to pour him a whiskey just as he liked it. Sang-woo had been visiting the bar that you worked in for the last few months, a weekly trip on a Friday night to calm his nerves after a testing working week. “So, what’s stressed you out so much today that you’ve come back here? This is becoming a little bit of a routine.”
“The usual work. I’d rather not talk about my problems when all I'm trying to do is relax after a stressful shift,” he answered, handing you some money.
You already knew that you could keep the change, he didn’t even need to tell you anymore. The two of you had fallen into a casual friendship, he only ever spoke to you when he was at the bar and it's almost as if he knew what shift patterns you worked. You weren't going to lie - there was nothing better than getting ready on an early Friday evening knowing that you were going to see your favourite customer at some point throughout the night. Sang-woo always tipped well plus he was a delight to look at compared to the rest of the drunken idiots that stayed there drinking cheap lager right until the last minute.
“Want to talk about how pretty my new skirt is?” you asked with a smirk, doing a twirl to show Sang-woo the skirt you had purchased with him in the mind. It was a short black skirt that you had got the day before, dirty thoughts in your mind whilst paying for it at the till with the tips that Sang-woo had given you the previous week. You had spent a solid fifteen minutes admiring yourself in the mirror before your shift and wondered what Sang-woo would say, or do, when he saw you in the outfit. “Do I look like a dirty girl?” you added mischievously.
Sexual flirting had become routine between the two of you. Although the friendship had started off as normal, him giving you advice and you helping him relax with endless amounts of booze, it had soon turned into more. Neither one of you acted upon the feelings though, just odd comments throughout the night and quick glances which told you everything that you needed to know about the handsome gentleman.
“Watch your mouth,” he muttered, a hint of humour there however. He nodded towards the new barmaid who was still being trained up by your boss, she was a nice enough girl but you hadn’t conversed with her enough to know much about her. “Who’s that new barmaid?”
“Don’t ask about her when you are sitting across from me. She’s nice though, that’s all you need to know. Don’t be going and giving my tips to her.”
Sang-woo chuckled and shook his head. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. “Why would I do such a thing?” he asked, looking up at you through his eyelashes as he lit his cigarette in one quick movement.
“Maybe you want to fuck her.”
Sang-woo watched as you turned your back to him and grabbed the bottle of Whiskey, getting ready to pour him the next drink. Luckily, it was quiet for a Friday night so you were able to keep all your attention on him and only him.
“No, I don’t. I have my eyes on someone else.”
“Anyone in particular?”
“Nobody that concerns you,” he answered, saddening you slightly even though you knew what he was saying. This is how it had always been, mysterious comments that had you wondering if you were making all of this up in your head. You were fairly positive that Sang-woo wanted you in whichever way he could have you and you knew for a fact that you wanted him more than you had wanted anybody else in your whole entire life. There was just something about him that you couldn’t quite understand. “What time did you start?”
“Six, I'm on the late shift tonight. Been looking for other jobs like you suggested but no-one wants me, my qualifications just aren’t as good as everybody else's and all my CV shows is bar work so it’s not as if they are going to give me a well-paying job straight away.”
“You need to get some work experience somewhere and maybe go back to school. The place where I work is taking on summer interns if you’re interested in that sort of stuff.”
“You’re only saying that so you can stare at me all day.” You filled Sang-woo’s glass back up to the top and held out your hand, silently asking for the money. Sang-woo smiled with the cigarette dangling from his lips as he handed you another note. “Don’t deny your attraction, Sang-woo.”
“Attraction? You seem so confident,.”
You scoffed and stuffed the rest of the money into your pocket. Sang-woo was stubbing out the cigarette into the ashtray and watching you closely as he waited for your next response. “Your desire is blatantly obvious so don’t try and deny it.”
Before Sang-woo could fire back with another comment, a customer waved you down and shouted over his order. You looked back at Sang-woo and sighed, you really did hate your job most of the time. It sucked when other people came and interrupted your time with Sang-woo - he was entertaining and made your shift go quick and his sexual comments were not slimy and disgusting when they came from him. It was the elders that were the worst for making you feel overly sexualised in your job - the typical joke about the head of a beer something you heard multiple times a shift. With Sang-woo, it was different. He set you alight with his words.
“Are you going to serve him?” Sang-woo asked, slightly amused by your clear annoyance with having to leave him, even if it was only for a mere five minutes.
“Much rather serve you.”
“Sure you would, darling.”
“Another whiskey?” you asked.
Serving one customer had turned into serving another ten. It seemed that everyone finished work at the same time and that they all had the same idea. You had spent the last half an hour having to converse with other customers, none of them as exciting as Sang-woo. The whole time, your eyes had flickered back to him and watched as he scrolled through his phone and patiently waited for you to return. He had been nursing the same glass of Whiskey since you had left so he wouldn’t have to give his money to anyone else other than you. You found it rather sweet of him.
“Please,” he said as he side-eyed a group of young men who were being obnoxiously loud. “Think this will be my last one and then I'm going to go home and hit the sack. It’s been a long day and is there anything better than climbing into a big bed after all the stress of the working day?”
“Must be lonely.”
“Can be,” he said as he handed you some more money for the third time this night. “Maybe I need to find someone to keep me company.”
“What about that girl you had your eye on, hmm?” you asked teasingly.
You had decided that you wanted Sang-woo tonight. You were sick of going home on a Friday night and having to use your own fingers to get yourself off whilst thinking of Sang-woo when you could be coming because of him, because of his fingers and because of his cock.
“She’s working tonight, sure she will be too busy to keep me entertained.”
“What job does she do?”
“She’s a barmaid, has the charisma to go further than that though. I’m thinking about encouraging her to join my company as an intern.”
You turned around and smiled widely to yourself, you had gotten further with him in the last five minutes than you had done since he had first entered the pub and you couldn’t help but feel excited at the thought of what was going to happen when your shift was over and you were laid on his bed.
“Is she pretty?”
“Tell me more.”
You turned around and looked at Sang-woo, taking note of the way he shifted around in his chair as if he was trying to hide something. You walked over to him and leaned across the bar, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as you looked at him with innocent eyes. You needed an ego boost, especially from someone like Sang-woo.
It was with this closeness that you could truly take in his beauty. There was no denying the fact that he was a handsome older gentleman who reeked of sophistication and money. He had told you all about his job and the things that he had done within his company and although a lot of it made no sense to you and went in one ear and out the other, you still paid attention. Sang-woo was always dressed so smart too, his suits clearly expensive and tailored perfectly to his body. And his hair, you desperately wanted to run your fingers through his hair whilst his hand was in between your thighs.
“Nothing to tell other than she’s the prettiest thing I’ve seen in a long time. She has legs for days, hair that’s begging to be wrapped around my hand and let’s not even get onto the topic of her ass because I think I'd be sitting here all night telling you why I think it’s the best thing in the world.”
You chuckled lowly at his words, every sentence he spoke going straight in between your legs. A part of you hated how calm and collected Sang-woo looked, almost as if there was no emotion there. You were positive that it was another story underneath the bar though and all you could picture was his hardening cock desperate to have some release - whether that be in your mouth, on your face or inside of you. You would let Sang-woo use your body however he wanted too.
“Anyone would think that you were desperate to have me sit on your face, Sang-woo?”
With a huff, Sang-woo pulled away slightly from the closeness before placing his hand on top of yours. “I wouldn’t say desperate.”
“That’s a lie,” you said quietly so no-one else could overhear the conversation. You tilted your head to the side slightly and gave him a small smirk, teasing him in the most subtle of ways.“I can see it in your eyes, you want me more than you have wanted anyone. I’ve noticed the way that you look at me from across the bar, how you always come to me instead of the other bartenders. Just tell me that you want to fuck me…” you trailed off and removed your hand from his grip, only to move it slowly up his arm in a teasing manner. “Don’t tell me actually, ask me.”
“What makes you so confident that I want any of this, hey? You think because I enjoy your company whilst I have a drink, it means that i want to take you home and fuck you?”
Of course it did, Sang-woo was just messing with you. His lips were threatening to turn into a smirk but he managed to keep himself calm and composed, you hated that, hated it more than you had hated anything in your life. You wanted him to be in a frenzy like you were, wanted him to be desperate for any sort of touch underneath the clothing that he wore. You wanted him begging and desperate, teach him a lesson for all the teasing that he had thrown at you over the last few months.
“It’s the way you look at me, the way you lick your lips. You don’t even realise how desperate you look for me, out here looking like a puppy dog whenever I’m around. Everyone notices how you behave around me, Sang-woo…”
It was true. One of the other bartenders had made a comment about yourself and Sang-woo and the clear feelings there were between the two of you. You hadn’t noticed them yourself until your friend pointed them out and commented on the fact that Sang-woo would always be glancing over at you and checking you out, making sure that you were safe whenever a sports related fight broke out between a bunch of ridiculous drunken men.
“If it’s like this then shall we talk about the fact that you blatantly want me too?” Sang-woo removed himself from you completely and leaned back on the bar stool. You stood yourself up straight and watched him closely, awaiting his next comment that would have you weak at the knees. “I mean, your skirts have gone shorter since i’ve started paying attention to you and you just love to accidentally drop something right in front of me, don’t you? If anyone is desperate then it’s you.”
“Sang-woo. Do you want to fuck me, yes or no? It’s a pretty simple answer, don’t you think?”
“I’d fuck you right now in front of all these people if it meant I got to have your wet pussy wrapped around my cock.”
You took a deep breath and ignored the feeling that was rushing through all of your veins and straight into your bloodstream. You felt high on him, almost like a teenage girl who had just received her first kiss from her new boyfriend. No man had ever made you feel like this simply from his words so you could only imagine what fucking him would feel like but then of course, you remembered your intentions. As much as you wanted to be fucked by him roughly, it didn’t change the fact that you wanted him exactly how you had always wanted.
“I get the feeling that you think I'm going to submit to your every desire?”
“Are you not?”
“Oh, i’ll give you what you want but don’t think you’ll get away with it Sang-woo. I’ll have you handcuffed and blindfolded to your bed and begging me to let you cum if I really wanted to.” You leaned back down across the bar into the same position you were in before, this time dominance clear in your eyes. Sang-woo seemed taken back by your comments but not repulsed, if anything intrigued. It had been a long time since he had been at the mercy of another woman in the bedroom and he swore he would never do it again but with you, God he would do it every night. “I know you want to fuck me and you want to be in control but come on, let me take charge. I can see how stressed out you can get and don’t you think the thought of being handcuffed and me on top of you isn’t the best thing ever?”
“You will never have control over me, is that - “
“I will and frankly, I already do.” You glanced around the bar, suddenly grateful for the horrendous singing of some elderly drunk folk as it silenced yours and Sang-woo’s conversation from every-one else. You didn’t really want your manager to find out about the filthy conversations you were having on the floor, nor the fact that you were wetter than you had ever been in your life because of one of the customers. “i know for a fact that your cock is hard as fuck right now and probably leaking. Do you want me to suck your cock, Sang-woo?”
Leaning closer to him, you began to whisper in his ear, your breath warm on his skin. “Do you want me to do it whilst you're handcuffed and unable to touch me?”
“Do you want me to tease you until you’re begging me to let you cum? Suck your cock nice and slow and bring you to the edge over and over and over again until you're just about bursting at the seams?”
“Stop - “
“Answer my question, Sang-woo.”
“You already know the answer.”
“Say it,” you said more forcefully, turning your head so you were looking at him directly in the eyes. You had him exactly where you wanted him.
Sang-woo took a deep breath. “I want you to suck my cock until I’m begging you to let me cum.”
“That wasn’t too hard, was it?” you giggled to yourself as you stood up straight and grabbed the bottle of Whiskey from the other side of the bar. Sang-woo looked shell shocked as he watched you move around so effortlessly and without any thought, almost acting as if you had just not whispered filth in his ear. “My shift finishes soon so wait here and when I’m done, I'll help you relax better than that whiskey ever will. Understood?”
The walk back to your house with Sang-woo had been pleasant enough. The two of you had engaged in small conversation, mostly about work and things they liked to do outside of working but nothing more when it came to the sexaul conversations you had both been engaged in earlier.
You found that Sang-woo was more relaxed when the two of you were alone. He had held your hand the whole walk home and rubbed his thumb across your skin to soothe you when he noticed that you were getting stressed out at the mention of some drunken man who had made a fool of himself and you had been left to deal with the cleaning up of his sick.
“It was kind of gross,” Sang-woo said with a chuckle as the two of you walked peacefully.
“Gross? It was absolutely rancid, Sang-woo. This is why I don't like my job. I shouldn’t have to clean up after people who don’t know where the toilets are.”
“But if you didn’t have this job, you wouldn’t have met me.” Sang-woo looked down at you as he spoke and he took note of the blush on your cheeks at his words, a small smile appearing on his face.
“That’s true, suppose you are the silver lining to it all. However, it doesn’t change the fact that I want something more for myself.”
“And you shall have more, don’t doubt yourself.”
You hummed at his words before taking a deep breath. “Let’s stop talking about the fact that my life is a disaster.”
“Don’t be a drama queen.”
“Shut up,” you responded with a smile. “Welcome to my house anyways,” you said as you opened the door for Sang-woo to step into. “It’s not the best but it's okay for the price of rent and it’s close to work so can I really complain?”
“I think it’s nice.”
“You’re just saying that to be kind. I bet you live in a nice big apartment, don’t you? That overlooks the city and looks really lovely at night time,” you said, moving yourself effortlessly around his body as you grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and a cheap bottle of rose wine that you had picked up the day before. “This is a hostel compared to where you live.”
“No, I disagree. A big apartment or house always seems like a great idea until you actually move into it and then you realise just how lonely it can actually be. Plus, this has character. Mine looks like it belongs in the middle of a showroom.”
You handed Sang-woo the glass of wine that you had poured for him and moved towards the bedroom, grabbing his hand with your spare one. “I think if i had to choose between living here and living somewhere nice and expensive, I’d choose somewhere nice and expensive.” You paused and twirled around until you were facing Sang-woo, your spare hand now pressed against his chest as you took a sip of your wine. “Although, I’d be happy anywhere as long as there was a bed with you handcuffed to it.”
Sang-woo chuckled and took a large gulp of the wine, he was going to need all the alcohol he could get to deal with you. “You really want me all to yourself, don’t you?”
“I want to tease the fuck out of you until you are obbessed with me and want me every day.”
“Don’t need to handcuff me to do that.”
“Well, I still want to see you beg for me repeatedly, is that a crime?” you asked as you sat down at the bottom of the bed, now looking up at Sang-woo through your eyelashes, the height difference between the two of you was nothing more but a huge turn on.
“No, just not something I don't usually do when I’m sleeping with other women. I’m the one that’s usually in charge and takes control of the matters. I don’t let just anybody use my body for their pleasure, you know?”
“You can say no if you want too.”
“I want you too, badly. It’s just something that I’m not used to but it doesn’t mean I'm not willing to give it a go. It also means that I am not going to give up easily though. “
“Well get used to it darling because when i’m around, I’m in charge.”
You placed the now empty glass of wine onto the floor before turning yourself over onto your hands and knees. Slowly, you moved yourself up the bed, proud of your skirt for complying as it moved upwards, showing your ass to Sang-woo.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered as he stood at the end of the bed. He moved his hand down to his clothed cock and began to move over it slowly to release some tension as he continued to watch you put on a show for him. In your eyes, he looked absolutely unreal with a glass of wine in one hand and his other hand on his cock, all whilst being stood at the end of your bed with a suit that made him extremely fuckable.
“Look what I have,” you said as you moved yourself on your back, a pair of handcuffs dangling from your fingers. “Are you going to let me use them on you?”
“Come over here,” Sang-woo whispered as he crawled up the bed towards you, his now empty glass of wine discarded beside yours. “Gimme a kiss, think it’s the least I deserve.”
Giggling quietly to yourself, you sat up and wrapped your arms around Sang-woo's neck before pulling him down so that his body was fully laid across your smaller frame. The handcuffs laid beside your body as Sang-woo continued to assault your mouth with his own, not holding back in the slightest as he was finally able to kiss you after months of wanting and needing it. You moved your hand down to ruck up Sang-woo’s shirt, carelessly rubbing your hand across the toned, warm stomach, the skin on skin contact making you wonder how you managed to go so long without dragging him into your bed before. You cursed yourself for not allowing yourself to have him sooner, you were already obsessed with the way his skin felt on yours.
“Please take off your shirt,” you whispered against his mouth, making a pathetic attempt to undo the buttons with one hand. “I want to feel every inch of you against me.”
Shaking his head, Sang-woo moved back in for another kiss. “Tonight is about you and making you feel good and special.”
Tired of submitting to Sang-woo after your earlier discussion, you decided to put your plan into place and with every bit of strength that you had in your body, you rolled Sang-woo over until he was laid on his back and slightly dazzled. Even though your comments about him being submissive were a turn on, he hadn’t even expected you to go through with it but here he was, laid on his back with the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on straddling his waist and the night had only just started for the two of you. The handcuffs fell from his mind as he moved his hands down to your waist, helping you to move up and down along his clothed cock.
With Sang-woo in complete and utter bliss at the feeling, you tried your hardest to suppress your own moans that were threatening to echo around the room. Instead, you grabbed hold of the handcuffs that had been discarded and then Sang-woo’s wrists. Still, he didn’t open his eyes as he was too focused on the pleasure of your clothed underwear rubbing against him and the stimulation that he had been craving for months until he felt the cold metal wrap around his skin and the look in his eyes was something you would not forget for a very long time. There was a mixture of excitement and fear, the unknown activities of what you was going to do to him know he had no option but to lay there and be used by you, excited him like nothing else ever had but God, he knew that he was in for a night of it just by the dominating look in your eye and the wide grin etched onto your face.
Leaning his head to the side as he admired your handy work, Sang-woo chuckled quietly. “That wasn’t a very nice thing to do, Y/N.”
You shrugged your shoulders casually and pressed a light kiss against his cheek, the smell of his aftershave invading your space. “You will come to learn that I am not a very nice person when it comes to getting what I want and I thought we had already established that I wanted you handcuffed to my bed so I could take full advantage of your cock?”
Releasing a deep breath, Sang-woo almost didn’t know how to respond to your comment. He was falling for you so hard. “I don’t think I will be a nice person either when you release me from these handcuffs.”
“I’m not complaining - “ your voice cracked as a long, beautiful moan left your lips, Sang-woo’s cock grinding against your core was sending you wild and you loathed the fact that despite it all, he still held some dominance within the relationship. Whether it be his cock grinding against your or the look in his eyes which told you that you were in for it when you did let him go.
“Handcuffed to the bed and I’ve still got you moaning and acting as if my cock is stuffed inside you. Aren’t I good?”
“Not for long, my lovely. Despite what you are currently thinking, it’ll be you that’s begging and moaning and desperate for your release by the time that i have finished with you. I’m not going to be fully satisfied until you're at my mercy, is that understood?”
Sang-woo threw his head back, fuck he didn’t know what he was going to do with you.
Gliding your hand down Sang-woo’s chest, you unbuttoned his work trousers slowly, your hand occasionally brushing over his hard cock until you were satisfied. You finished by pulling down on his underwear, just enough to get his erection free and then moved your body further down his until you were just straddling underneath Sang-woo’s knees, his cock on full display for you to admire for as long as you wanted too.
Sang-woo didn’t know if he was dreaming or if he had died and gone to heaven but the feeling of your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock had Sang-woo moaning loudly within seconds. It had been a while since a woman had been on his knees for him and he was positive that because it was you and the fact that he was handcuffed to the bed that everything felt so much better and intense than ever before.
It boosted your self-confidence when Sang-woo moaned and gave you the power to move your mouth further down his length until he was practically down your throat. One of your first thoughts was that Sang-woo’s moans and breathy whispers of your name sounded like a perfect melody created by the almighty God himself. The sound of metal clanking cut your thoughts short though as you looked up at Sang-woo through your eyelashes.
“Need to touch you,” he whispered, head falling back as you continued to skillfully move your mouth up and down his cock, working him up to a perfect speed. “Your mouth is so warm and wet, darling. Let me fuck it, please.”
Releasing his cock from your mouth, you placed your hand there instead and moved it up and down slowly, adding pressure every now and again that had Sang-woo bucking his hips up to get more friction. “No.” Was all you simply said, not allowing Sang-woo to get what he wanted. It was your chance to pleasure him and make him feel so good then he craved your mouth for the rest of time.
Your lips were darkened and wet with saliva and all Sang-woo wanted to do was pull you up and kiss you hard but the handcuffs above his head restricted him from doing anything - he cursed you for having strong, metal ones - at least with flimsy ones, he would be able to break them apart and flip you over so he could fuck you into the mattress.
Swirling your tongue around Sang-woo’s dick, you continued the action a few times and listened to the soft whimpers that left Sang-woo before finally engulfing his cock again. Your cheeks were hallowed as you bobbed up and down without mercy, keen to get Sang-woo to the edge just so you could ruin it, an action you wanted to do over and over again. You knew that it wouldn’t take Sang-woo long to reach his peak, the teasing that had been going on all night bringing him pleasure without even having to be touched but you weren't going to let him get away with it that easily, not even when you wanted nothing more but to taste his cum.
“Come on,” Sang-woo whispered, tugging at the handcuffs again. “Let me - “
Sang-woo was cut off by your sucking on the head of his cock, knowing full well that it would shut him up. You continued to work at his cock, using your hands when necessary and deep throating him enough to make you gag and splutter around his cock. Sang-woo soon decided that his favourite sight in the world was watching you have tears falling down your face with spit covering your mouth. It was only when Sang-woo began to tense up and his moans became needier and louder that you pulled away - ruining his first orgasm of the night.
“No,” he whispered with frustration and desperation. “You can’t do that to me, please.”
“Daddy's going to cry?” you asked with an overexaggerated pout on your lip. “Get over it Sang-woo, just the first of many tonight.”
“I need to cum,” he groaned, watching as you made yourself more comfortable on the bed. You were still straddling him but this time, you were removing your shirt so your breasts were on full display for Sang-woo. “So fucking beautiful…”
“Listen to me - “ you leaned down and grabbed Sang-woo’s chin so he was forced to look at you. “We will go at my speed, we will do this however I want and for as long as I want, is it starting to click in your brain yet that you won’t be in charge tonight?”
Leaning back, you moved your hand back down to Sang-woo’s cock and chuckled as he cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. You gripped your hand around and continued to apply pleasure to tease him, just like you had done before.
Sang-woo was ready to burst, the sexual frustration becoming too much but he allowed you to take over and have your wicked way with him. You thought you were winning and he believed it to be cute of you, you had no idea what you was letting yourself in for when he could finally fuck you like you had always desired.
“You’re in for it, you understand that?”
You chuckled lowly and shook your head, your hand continuing to move slowly up and down. “Maybe I should sit myself on your cock and use my vibrator to make myself come, you’d feel me come around your cock and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.”
“Behave - “
“No, I won’t behave. Where is the fun in behaving when I could be doing this to you instead? Do you know how pretty you look right now with your flushed cheeks and messy hair? I want to take a photograph of you so I can touch myself for the rest of time whilst looking at it, looking at how stunning and fucked you look right now. So pretty…”
Sang-woo moaned out at your words, not once has he had a woman speak to him in such a way. There was something about your voice and the words that you spoke that went straight to his cock, making him harder than he thought was ever humanly possible. He was alight with your words alone so with your hand moving slowly and teasingly down your cock, he felt indescribable.
“Sit on my cock,” Sang-woo whispered, hips bucking much to your dismay. You placed your spare hand against his stomach and pushed him down, stopping his movements instantly. “Please, I need to feel you around me, please.”
Mockingly, you tilted your head to the side and turned your lips into a pout. “I’m not satisfied with your begging.”
Sang-woo wanted to die of embarrassment but the other part of him was so turned on, he would have done whatever you had wanted him to do at that moment. “Please ride my cock, it’s all i’ve been thinking about for months and I need it, i need it so fucking badly like you don’t understand. I just know that you’ll be the best fuck of my life so why don’t you prove me right, hey? Ride my cock like the good, filthy girl I know you are.”
You were infatuated but also conflicted. On one hand, you wanted to give Sang-woo what he wanted and ride his cock until he was crying out your name but the other part of you just wanted to continue to tease him for as long as he could take it.
“Tell me you deserve my pussy.”
“I deserve it,” he replied, heart racing as he watched you shuffle further up his body until his cock was lined up with your entrance. “Please,” he whispered, tongue licking his lips as he continued to watch you until you were hovered above his dick. “Ride my cock better than any other woman ever will or has.”
With a simple sentence like that, you lowered yourself down until Sang-woo’s cock was deep inside you. There was a loud gasp from the both of you. For Sang-woo, it was the feeling of having your warm, wet pussy wrapped around his cock after so long of fantasising about it every Friday night and for you, it was how big is cock was and how it fit inside you perfectly.
“Made to ride my cock,” Sang-woo said, hands once again tugging on the metal handcuffs that were keeping him in place. He couldn’t wait to get out of them and show you what a real fucking was, making you come until you had tears running down your face and you couldn’t take his cock anymore.
You took a moment for yourself to get used to the size of Sang-woo, it had been a while since you had been in this position with anyone but it wasn’t painful, more just uncomfortable. You tried to ignore the smirk that Sang-woo had on his face as you tried to adjust, the sneaky fucker was proud of himself. It was a known fact that he still held some of the dominance despite the position that he was currently in, a few words at the right time spoken by the right person would be enough to have you falling apart around him.
“Why don’t you move, hmm? I want you to feel how good my cock is around you, want you to make you come over and over again and cover me in - “
Sang-woo was cut off by the sudden movement of your hips and your small hand wrapping around his neck, a move neither of you had expected to do.
“Why don’t you shut that pretty mouth of yours before I gag it?” you asked him, tightening your hand slightly around his throat for effect. “I’ll ride your cock however I want to, whenever I want too and you will only come if I allow it, is that understood?”
Sang-woo nodded quickly although it didn’t change the fact that all he wanted to do was slam up into you and have you begging for him instead of the other way around. He could easily switch the positions, even with his hands cuffed together but he was going to allow you to have your fun, let you believe that you were in control for as long as you deemed fit.
You slowly began to move yourself along Sang-woo’s cock, loving the pleasure you were bringing yourself as well as Sang-woo. He looked like an angel as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, soft moans slipping from his mouth with every move of your hips but with your small hand wrapped around his neck, he somehow managed to look even more beautiful.
You improved your pace until you were bouncing up and down on Sang-woo’s cock, your own back arching at the pleasure as you continued to drain every little bit out of him. You had abandoned the hand around Sang-woo’s neck (much to his dismay) and instead had laced your fingers through his hair, tugging everytime his cock reached the right place.
“Think i’m in love with your cock,” you whispered as you leant down and shared a kiss with Sang-woo, full of tongues and heavy breathing as you continued to allow pleasure to run through every nerve of your body. Sang-woo was a mess underneath you, his earlier ruined orgasms making everything seem one hundred percent more heightened. “Where do you want to come, Sang-woo?”
“On your face,” he answered, now not worried about disobeying whatever rules you had setin place as he lifted his hips up to meet your own thrusts, the two of you joining together at the same time only heightening the feelings that you were both experiencing. It was intense and hot and you loved every moment of it. “Let me cover your pretty face in cum.”
“You think you deserve that?”
“I do, been so well behaved for you. Please let me cover you in my cum, please.”
Ignoring Sang-woo for the moment, you chase your own orgasm. You slid your hand in between your legs and began circling your clit, your own sweet release getting closer and closer with every thrust of Sang-woo’s hips and your own fingers working wonders.
“I’m close,” you told him, head flying back as Sang-woo thrusted up harder into you, the perfect rhythm established that had you needing more and more. “Don’t you dare come Sang-woo, don’t you dare. If you cum then I’ll punish you, is that understood?”
Sang-woo nodded with gritted teeth as he watched you use his cock for your own pleasure, your orgasm soon occuring and it took every part of you not to fully submit to Sang-woo as you felt your orgasm rush through your body, your legs tensing and your pussy tightening around Sang-woo’s cock which only dared to trigger his orgasm.
You took a minute to compose yourself, unsure of what your next move would be but knowing that you wanted it to involve Sang-woo’s cum. You felt alive, every part of your body desperate for the feelings all over again. In the space of an hour, he had ruined your life and made you become obsessed with him, his body and his cock. Every part of him was perfect as you looked down at him, his cock still hard inside of you and desperate for a release.
“I’m going to release you from your handcuffs but you have to be kind to me, Sang-woo.”
Even though you didn’t really want to, you lifted yourself up off Sang-woo’s cock, the sight of your wetness and his pre-cum making him groan loudly. His cock was painfully hard and red, desperate for some sort of touch or release.
Sang-woo watched closely as you moved up his body, reluctantly undoing the handcuffs that had been keeping him in place. Sang-woo admired how naive you were to the whole situation.
You looked at him closely, waiting for his next move. You knew that Sang-woo would either stick by you or disobey everything that you had ever said, a part of you hoped for the latter just so you could be fucked nice and hard but you were enjoying the power that you had over him.
Sang-woo soothed his wrists before staring up at you - you were on your knees beside him, hair falling down past your face and flushed cheeks. “I’m not going to be nice to you.” Was all Sang-woo said before the positions had changed completely. Within a matter of seconds, Sang-woo had you on your back and your wrists pinned above your head.
“This wasn’t part of the rules,” you said as you struggled against Sang-woo.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”
You looked up at him with wide eyes. “I don’t want you to stop,” you admitted, eyes moving down to the handcuffs that Sang-woo held in his spare hand.
“Then shut up and behave yourself, think someone needs to learn a lesson on who's the boss around here.”
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Getting Even - Sang-Woo x Reader
Sang-Woo isn’t a fan of people using his ideas against him.
Warnings: Smut, choking, all that fun stuff
The stinging of the metallic smell of blood filled my nose. Shots rang out at those who couldn’t manage to keep their composure in front of that menacing doll, and my muscles remained frozen in my desperate will to keep my life. Coming here may have been a mistake, I began to realise. But really, would out there be so different? The people looking for me would probably kill me the same way.
The people around me dropped like flies, bullets flying past my head with staggering precision. I held myself firm against the spray of blood that lashed me, refusing to allow myself to flinch. Pulling myself together, I took the moment to take in my surroundings. The whispers of another player caught my attention and, as soon as she turned around, I shuffled closer to hear a little better.
One man was on the ground, a body laying on top of him, frozen in place with a terrified expression. The other crouched slightly, his strong frame shielded by the player in front of him. His head blatantly turned while the ominous eyes darted around the playing field and i braced for a shot to ring out - but nothing came. Its a motion sensor. He’s hiding from the motion sensor. Genius!
She turned back and I darted quickly behind another player, only to hear a shot ring out and watch my shield drop to the ground in front of me. My eyes scanned for another option, and the only person close enough who would be large enough to provide me with cover would be the man who gave me the idea. Putting my thoughts into gear, i made a move and landed just in time in the safety of his shadow.
He visibly tensed, feeling someone behind him, but he didn’t have the time to dwell. He had to move, and as he did, I followed. Without moving a muscle, he hissed at whoever was behind him. “Don’t you get too close. You’d probably be dead if you hadn’t copied me. You’re not using me as a shield.”
There was another lurch forward and he ducked behind another player, turning his head to finally lock eyes with me. Number 218. His eyes were cold and he clearly didn’t take kindly to someone using his life to protect their own, but there wasn’t any time to argue. We had to keep moving. The line was so close - all it would take is one good, final sprint.
218 landed first, his body hitting the dirt with a grunt. I followed closely, and the uneven surface sent me tripping, thankfully, over the line, but straight into the chest of the man who’d looked at me with such distain. Almost as if it were an instinct, his arms wrapped around me to catch me as I fell on him, breaking my fall and leaving us face to face as we pant. He was handsome but so hard to read. His eyes held so much rage but his features almost didn’t match the level of hate he had inside. Escaping with our lives, neither of us had a word to say. The animosity between the two of us had been replaced with a mutual appreciation for life - at least for a second.
Scrambling off him, I came back to reality. As if remembering what I’d been doing, his eyes grew fiery again. I didn’t give him a chance to start a verbal assault. I just pulled myself up, dusted myself off and followed the guard back into the dorms, leaving him behind to catch up. His eyes lingered on me as i left, rage bubbling that someone had dared not only steal his idea but to use it against him.
The next few hours were spent wondering if what just happened really happened. Even through the trauma and disbelief everyone in the room shared, I could feel someone’s eyes burning into the back of my neck. I knew it would be him. I refused to give him the satisfaction and I kept my eyes anywhere but him.
Eventually his gaze began to eat away at me. Excusing myself to the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror. Someone else’s blood stained my face and neck and I wiped at it with a wet hand, in vain as the dried blood refused to budge.
I heard the door swing open but I didn’t acknowledge it, until strong hands grabbed me by the upper arms, spun me around and slammed me against the tiled bathroom wall. I let out a gasp of shock and then a small whine of pain as my head collided with the tiles. It was him. 218. And he was mad.
“You think you can just do that and get away with it?” He spat, leaning in closer. His arms caged me in and his large frame kept me from moving as it pressed me into the cold tiles. His body pressed against mine as his face drew closer and closer until I could feel his breath on the skin of my neck. Frozen, I couldn’t react in time. He had me held in place and I couldn’t go anywhere.
“I did what I had to do to survive. Just like you did.” I hissed back, and a small chuckle left his lips, tickling beautifully against my soft skin.
“I’m glad I could help. What I don’t appreciate is you using me for your own self preservation. I’m not here to protect you.” His words were growled in a low tone, close to my ear. It sent shivers down my spine. “I could kill you. Right here, right now.” His movement was swift as his large right hand lifted to grip my throat, squeezing with a careful but steady pressure. His left hand braced himself against the wall. “I could wrap my hands around this delicate little neck and squeeze, and there’s nothing you could do to stop me.”
His grip tightened ever so slightly and I choked out a small moan, both out of shock and a little bit of fear, and the rush of electricity his movements sent through my veins, running the whole course of my system. Stuck in a trance, my hands laid limp by my side and my weight was held up by my weak legs and Sang-Woo’s tight grip. Snapping back into reality, my eyes found his and rather than being filled with hatred, they were filled with a curious lust. I realised as I came back to my sense that I’d made no attempt to stop him, and he noticed it too.
My head fell back against the tiles once more as his grip loosened to let me breathe. I held my gaze on him, and slowly he crept forward and pressed his lips to mine. For a split second, he was gentle. His lips worked against mine and his left hand bracing the wall was brought to gently rest on my cheek. It was a sweet moment, but it was just that - a moment. As quickly as the gentle kiss began, his grip tightened on my throat and his short fingernails dug into the reddened flesh. He held the pressure for a few seconds before releasing it to make sure I was breathing enough.
The hand around my throat yanked me forward before it left my flesh. He used both hands to spin my body around and press my front up against the tiles again, his right hand once again taking its place around my neck. Gasping at his sudden movements, my eye caught the door guarded by the men in pink.
“M-Maybe we should go into a stall..” I muttered as he released to allow me to breathe. I heard him chuckle lowly from behind me and his breathe tickled the skin of my ear as I felt him press his body to mine from the back, trapping me firmly against the wall.
“No. Right here. If someone walks in, then they’re lucky.” His voice was low and almost a whisper, his grip tightening once again and eliciting a choked moan. “If that’s okay with you. If all of this is okay with you…” his voice was a whisper, the hand that was wrapped around my throat releasing it and moving to turn my face to his. His eyes had softened slightly and he had pulled back as he waited for an answer. As soon as I nodded, the fire reignited in his eyes and a smirk broke out on his face. “Good girl. You don’t just get to get away with using me like that. You use me. I use you. Then we’ll be squared away.”
His hand pulled away from my throat and pushed my face into the wall, my left cheek pressed into the tiles, as a warning not to move while he took his hands off me for a split second. His hand gripped my wrists and brought them together, pushing my green jacket over them without having to pull my face from the wall. Every now and then, his hand would reach over and gently stroke my hair before gently pushing me again, making sure I stay immobilised. His fingers looped into my sweatpants and pushed them down my hips until they fell down at my feel. I kicked them away, and I was left in just my underwear and the T-shirt displaying my player number.
I heard the rustling of clothes as he shed his jacket and shirt, his sweatpants sitting deliciously on his hip bones. Pressing his body against mine, I could feel a bulge pressing against the almost bare skin of my ass.
“Feel that? Not even all the way hard. I’m going to have to speed this up if we don’t want to get interrupted.” His words held almost a sense of smugness and confidence, and he grabbed in his arms to swap our positions. His back lent against the wall and his hands gently held my wrists. Letting go of my wrists, his hand rested on my cheek, his thumb running along my lower lip. He pressed at it and I parted my lips to gently take his thumb onto my tongue. A groan rumbled from his lips and he began to push me downwards onto my knees. “I have to feel that tongue on my cock, not my thumb.”
I slid down onto my knees, sitting up with my back straight. I brought my hand up to palm the bulge in front of my eyes, applying gentle pressure and tracing the length of the hard bulge. Small hums vibrated from his lips as he watched me with intense eyes. Before I could, his fingers undid the drawstring of his pants and quickly pulled them down, leaving him in his white boxers. His hand rested on my head and as our eyes met again, he looked expectant.
There was a small wet patch right from his leaking tip. He’d been exercising an insane amount of self control ever since he walked in. He loved to be in charge and he loved taking the time to play but sometimes he has to really focus on keeping up his game and not just giving in to the temptation of fucking.
I realised I was staring, off in my own world when there was a job to do. My fingers pushed the elastic down his legs and he stepped out of the sweatpants and his underwear.
“Take your bra off” his tone was demanding and his eyes were watching my every move intently. It was almost like he was looking down on me, but i was on my knees for him so maybe it’d be hard not to. My fingers fumbled with the clasp and my eyes took in the sight in front of me. He stood totally bare in front of me. His cock was hard and leaking, and it was thick and long. He looked so beautiful standing there like that, even in the situation we were in. I discarded my bra quickly and set to work pleasing him. The head passed my lips onto my tongue and my hand gently stroked what wasn’t in my mouth. My tongue swirled around as i bobbed back and forward, earning delicious groans from him as his head lulls back against the tiles. His hand tangled into my hair and he began guiding my movements at the same pace I’d been at, as I’d he just wanted to be involved in some way. His eyes never left his cock passing my lips over and over again and before he knew it, he needed to stop.
The hand tangled in my hair tugged slightly and his other hand took mine, guiding me to my feet. He spun us around one more time and pressed my front against the cold tile. Pressing up against me, I could feel his warm skin melting into mine as his breath tickled my ear. His hands braced his body against the walls. “I’m going to fuck you now and I’m going to fuck you hard. I’m going to use you like you used me and I’m gonna fill your pussy with cum. Are you going to be a good girl and take it?”
His voice sent shivers down my spine and jolts of electricity between my legs. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded. He was silent, and I couldn’t see what he was doing until I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist to bend me over. My hands braced against the wall as delicate fingers collected the accumulation of wetness in my folds before gently spreading them with his fingers. I blushed slightly at being so exposed but the eroticism outweighed the embarrassment ten fold.
He replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock and he slowly slipped it in. I expected him to take it slow by the way he started, but as soon as the head of his cock was inside, Sang-Woo couldn’t control himself anymore. He thrusted like a wild animal, growling and groaning as one hand held me in place, around my waist and the other roughly grasped at my hip, pulling me back against him. He held up his speed and adjusted the angle of his thrusting, hitting the spot that made white dots appear in my vision. I cried out and the hand around my waist moved up to cover my mouth as he thrusted even more forcefully.
Suddenly, the doors flung open as another player entered the bathroom. His step tripped as he noticed what was going on in the bathroom, and with pure rage in his eyes, Sang-Woo turned around, still maintaining the rhythm. He noticed the intruder leer slightly, rage bubbling up further. “You think you can fuck her like this? Huh? I doubt you’d ever even get close. Get the fuck out. We’re busy.”
His voice was a roar and the other player stumbled over his words as he turned tail and left again. Sang-Woo knew it wouldn’t be long before he told the guards what was happening, so his efforts doubled. He held her twice as tight and thrusted with twice as much need and urgency. It wasn’t long before his hips were twitching, his grip on my throat became weaker and his thrusts became sloppy. One last hard thrust was enough to send him over the edge and shoot ropes of hot cum inside, filling me up so that it started dripping out of me as he gentle withdrew his cock.
I fell down against the wall, my legs not holding me. All I could do was lean back and feel the warm cum drip from my pussy. My eyes traveled to Sang-Woo and I found him dressing very slowly, not wanting to miss a second of watching his cum leak out. He was mesmerised and the sight almost got him ready for round two.
Handing me my discarded clothes, we dressed quickly and neatened our appearance before the door swung open again, this time it was two pink guards, a circle and a triangle. “Return to the dorms - Immediately!” The guards were none to pleased and the gun aimed at Sang-Woo made it pretty clear we should get going.
We hurried out and just before we pushed the doors to the dorm open, Sang-Woo leaned over and whispered into my ear one more time.
“Now we’re even.”
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