#cho sang woo imagine

[ahsxual]

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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[sonnyleaves]

I can’t believe checking the Squid Game tags led me down the rabbit hole of BL Drama because a couple characters share a similar name XD

#cho sang woo #one of the antagonists from the survival horror squid game #is like one letter off from #chu sangwoo #deuteragonist and love interest from the bl k drama semantic error #and that is hilarious #imagine my confusion looking for fanart about a complex morally grey character #only to see this random twink living his best life and making out with his love interest #such a jarring contrast #but I’m also intrigued??? #why did no one tell me the east was pumping out gay romance shows? #this is adorable #squid game #semantic error #bl drama #k drama #gay romance

[chatbots-for-straykids]

I started doing art again so I might start posting some of it (it’s digital art)

#stray kids #killing stalking #stray kids smut #oh sangwoo #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #cho sang woo #killing stalking sangwoo #shitpost #squid game #squid game sangwoo #stray kids reactions

[samsvenn]

I'm the only one who feel Reiji energe in Cho Sang Woo?

I haven’t watched Squid Games but from what I know about Reiji, he’ll probably pull some strings and try to show off. By show off, I mean he’ll try to leverage not only the game but also the people behind and participating in it

His pride is high so what he’d do is try to entertain himself by substituting his position with a family member from one of the smarter contestants, such as Cho Sang Woo. Whether it’s by manipulation or something else is up to your imagination. Why, you may ask? Because he can and for the bragging rights that he’s able to

#diabolik lovers #sam murmurs #diabolik lovers fandom #diahell #dl #reiji sakamaki #diabolik lovers memes #memes

[enterenews]

Forestella celebration stage…

Group Forestella opened the second part of the 'Acting Awards'.

On the 31st, the '2022 KBS Drama Awards' ceremony was held at KBS in Yeouido, Yeongdeungpo-gu, Seoul. It was hosted by Jeon Hyun-moo, Jung Yong-hwa, and Lee Hye-ri.

Part 2 of the 'KBS Drama Awards' started with the stage of Imagine Dragons' 'Warriors' sung by Forestella.

The beautiful harmony of Yuna Kim's husband Go Woo-rim, as well as Hyung-ho Kang, Doo-hoon Bae, and Min-gyu Cho caught the eye. Historical dramas from KBS, such as 'Taejong Lee Bang-won', 'When Flowers Bloom, Think of the Moon', and 'Love Story' appeared in the background to increase immersion.

He also sang Cho Yong-pil's 'Song of the Wind'. The actors generously applauded the voices of the four people.

#먹튀검증사이트 #먹튀검증

[blu-joons]

Too Many Troubles ~ Cho Sang Woo

Your eyes glanced to your right as you watched Sangwoo try and catch his breath, the rise and fall of his chest keeping your attention. You were the same, with the duvet wrapped tightly around you, but your smile not quite as wide as Sangwoo’s.

You were fed up with being nobody to Sangwoo, whenever you tried to push for more from him, he only pushed you away. You were nothing to him, except a quick fix when he needed you, but that wasn’t what you wanted any longer.

The blank expression on your face soon caught Sangwoo’s attention as he turned to look at you. He reached across to try and take a hold of your hand, but you moved it away, resting it against your chest instead.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sangwoo questioned as he sat up in the bed, dropping the duvet to reveal his bare chest.

“Nothing,” you lied, not even bringing yourself to look across at him, opting to stare up at the ceiling instead, biting down on your tongue to try and keep yourself composed.

Deep down however, Sangwoo knew what was troubling you, he knew what was on your mind, and worst of all what he could do to fix it. But he was broken too, troubled and burdened more than you could have ever imagined him to be.

Despite the suit he wore and the confidence he carried himself with around you, he was a far cry from the man he portrayed himself to be around you.

“Do you ever feel like there could be anything else here Sangwoo?”

He knew that the question was coming, not even having to think as he shook his head. “I like how we are at the moment, no string attached, no emotions between us.”

“Surely you must feel something, you can’t just sleep with someone, can you?”

His shoulders shrugged in reply to you, reaching across to pick up his phone from the bedside table of the hotel. Your head shook at how distant he was, not even bothering to engage with you.

“What’s so wrong about me that you don’t want to be with me?”

It was heart breaking for Sangwoo as he listened to you tell him just how much you liked him, knowing that he felt the same. But he came with too much, baggage that you didn’t need to carry, let alone even find out about, not wanting to lose the small bit of pride he had left.

“Do you expect me to stick around forever when you don’t talk to me Sangwoo?”

“What’s there really to talk about between us?”

“Are you joking?” You gasped, sitting up beside him too, “I thought you’d want to make a go of things too, I thought there was something there between us.”

When Sangwoo’s head shook back at you, your shoulders dropped in disbelief. You weren’t quite sure how you’d managed to read the signals so wrong, nor why Sangwoo had it in him to string you along when all along he had no intentions of settling down with you.

“It seems we’ve come to different conclusions about what this is about.”

“Obviously,” you muttered underneath your breath, leaning down to pick your shirt up off of the bedroom floor, “because clearly it would be irrational for someone to think that after six months of hooking up, there could be something there, but instead they’ve just been used by someone to satisfy themselves instead.”

“It’s not like that,” Sangwoo interrupted, slamming his hand down beside him, “I would never just use you Y/N, I’m not that kind of person.”

The man that you thought he was, seemed to have been a complete misjudgement on your part as he continued to push you to one side. You weren’t quite sure why he had suddenly decided to be so distant with you, closing off when you made the effort with him.

“What’s so wrong that means that you don’t want to be with me?” You pushed, reaching down to pick up your trousers once you’d thrown your shirt over your head.

“You don’t want to be with someone like me.”

Your head shook back at him, throwing your arms up in the air in frustration, failing to see how that was a decision for him to make on your behalf.

“If I didn’t want to be with you, I wouldn’t here Sangwoo. Surely, there is nothing that can be bad enough to really scare me away, what are you? A murderer or something?”

“It’s not that, just trust me that it’s not worth it Y/N.”

Your patience was slowly beginning to tire with Sangwoo as he continued to create more of a divide between the two of you. As you stood up from the bed, Sangwoo didn’t even flinch, staring down into his lap, knowing that it would be for the best.

“If I go tonight Sangwoo, then that’s it,” you warned him, looking around for your bag, “I’m not coming back if things aren’t going to change between us.”

“I think you should go, for your own sake more than anything else.”

Your head nodded, taking a deep breath in as you picked your bag up from the floor, hoping for a little something from Sangwoo, but instead he remained silent.

“You still can’t bring yourself to say anything, is that really the kind of person that you are?”

More than anything else Sangwoo wanted to tell you to stay, to give things a try, but he didn’t have it in him. His life was too messed up to have you stuck in the middle of it too, and although you didn’t understand now, he hoped that you would one day.

“I just don’t care Y/N,” he lied, making sure that he kept you safe with his words, “if you want me to be honest with you, I don’t want to try anything with you because I don’t have feelings for you, all along I suppose this has just been a hook up for me.”

“You must be joking Sangwoo, how can you say that after all of this?”

His shoulders shrugged, feeling your eyes staring across at him, not able to look back at you too. What he wanted and what he needed to do were two different things, but only one of them would protect you like he wanted to.

“I’m sorry that I’m having to tell you this Y/N, but you wanted the truth.”

“So, when you told me that you didn’t use me, you lied? How else can you explain what these few months have been about?”

“I’m not a bad person,” he called out as you opened up the door to your hotel room, “you probably hate me right now, but I’m not the evil monster that you think I am. I’ve made too many mistakes to ever be the man that you need Y/N.”

“I know Sangwoo, you’ve proven that to me tonight loud and clear.”

His eyes looked across at last as you began to walk out of the door, “one day if things change, I’ll be able to explain all of this properly to you Y/N, and then you’ll understand.”

You were left with thousands of questions as you took one last look at Sangwoo, struggling to believe that someone you liked had turned out to be so unpleasurable.

Sangwoo didn’t want to see you leave either, but he knew it was for the best, hoping more than anything else that your paths would cross again.

“I wish I could be more for you,” Sangwoo called out, “maybe one day I might just get to be the person that you need too.”

“You had your chance,” you whispered, “I don’t care if you change the world, I don’t ever want to make the same mistake twice.”

“This hasn’t been a mistake Y/N, you know that.”

“For you, maybe. For me? These six months have been wasted.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, please just know that.”

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Masterlist

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[xoxo101]

Dating Sang Woo Moodboard

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[mo0nfairy]

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˚ ✩ 🌷 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🦷

𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

( 📦 ) . . .  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

( 📦 ) . . .  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

( 📦 ) . . .  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬

( 📦 ) . . .  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

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[swagatron9]

Forbidden Love | Chapter 3 |

Pairings: Sang-woo x OC

The sheet of paper in my hands had a list of names I was ordered to survey. The most trusted square guards were all given the role of watching over the players in case they exposed the games to someone of high authority.

It had been a long day of watching over uninteresting people who lazed around all day, but my eye finally caught a player who was doing something other than sitting around. As a matter of fact, he was hiding behind a corner and staring at a woman in the stall. She appeared to be older, so my first assumption was that she was a guardian or some relative.

As I looked over my shoulder, I noticed another player approaching Sang-woo with a curious look in his eyes. I pulled out my phone and looked down at it because the two were now facing my direction as they spoke to one another.

The player that approached Sang-woo, player 456, he was another that I was told to watch over. My heart almost fell out of my chest as I timed how long he was in the police station. I had high doubts that he would actually be able to convince law enforcement that he was kidnapped for a psychotic game where people were brutally murdered in front of his own eyes, but the longer he spent in the station, the more I began to panic.

I decided to move away from my position in order to not look as suspicious, so instead, I walked over to the woman that Sang-woo had previously been staring at. She had some things for sale, so I brought what I wanted the most and left her with a large tip. When I glanced over my shoulder, I could see the two looking over at me. Sang-woo was shocked as he watched me hand over the money without any hesitation. "Are you sure? You really don't need to do this." The woman insisted as she attempted to hand the money back over.

"It's nothing. Keep the change." I quickly walked away, making sure to stay close enough that I could watch over the two players without them spotting me.

By now, the two of them had walked to another place much quieter, allowing me to be able to hear them from around a corner. "Why aren't you talking to your mother? Is it because you're in debt?" Gi-hun asked Sang-woo. He waited for a reply but didn't receive one, causing him to continue talking. "Come on, you're still Ssangmun-dong's own pride and joy. You're still the genius who got accepted to SNU Business School. So don't worry. You'll make money again. Go tell your mum all about it, make a fresh start." Gi-hun gushed.

"Just make 6 billion won?" I looked down at my piece of paper, making sure that what I had heard was correct, but on the sheet of paper, written beside Sang-woo's name, 600 million won in debt. How did they miss this much money?

"I used my own mother's house as financial collateral and her shop. I put it all on the line." My eyes landed back on the woman working hard in her shop as she tried to sell to the people walking past. It was a sad sight as I watched her desperately try to persuade people into buying while being completely oblivious to what was actually in store for her.

I walked away as I heard Gi-hun mentioning that he had to leave.

My phone was now out as I typed down everything that I had learned from following around Sang-woo in this short amount of time, making sure to add every little detail. "You were the one that gave my mother a tip." I was startled as I heard the all too familiar voice right next to me. As quick as possible, I placed my phone in my pocket, hoping that he hadn't seen anything on the screen.

"Oh, the woman in the store?" I feigned confusion. He nodded his head as he looked me over with suspicion in his eyes. The way he looked at me, I would almost say he was annoyed, and that confused me more than ever.

"Why'd you do it?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders in response. "No one gives someone that much money for no reason. Was it drug money? Are you trying to get her in trouble?" Sang-woo Interrogated.

"No, I would never do that. I just like what she has in there, that's all, and besides, I'm sure she would be able to get more customers if her store was looking a little nicer." I defended myself. "I promise I don't mean any harm by leaving her with a tip. I just wanted to help out, is all." Sang-woo still didn't seem convinced as he slowly nodded his head before walking away. Letting out a sigh of relief, I decided to leave the area before anything like this happened again. That was way too close for comfort, and I wasn't about to put myself in that position once more.

After reporting back to the Frontman what I discovered today, I finally allowed myself to get the much-deserved rest in my own bed instead of the uncomfy ones they supply us with. Still, it wouldn't be long before I would get a call about the players making their way back to where the games were held.

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[parkvcrs]

Guardian Angel

SUMMARY: s/n y/n accidentally catches the eye of one of the guards.

PAIRING: guard! x player!fem!reader.

WARNING(S): death, blood, that sort of stuff.

NOTES: i guess minor spoilers for the third episode of squid game if you haven’t seen it.

Player 018 fiddled with the end of her uniform as she grabbed her breakfast from one of the guards, “Thank you.” She nodded her head towards him. A circle is drawn on his mask. It stands for being below the triangle and the square. This is a simple rule. However, the player seemed to be genuine in showing her appreciation of the meal — as if feeding her is not their responsibility, but a generous gesture.

The guard, in particular, was well-costumed to the rules that he must obey. He was not a manager nor a soldier, but a worker. A worker who is the "civilian" staff in the sense that they are given menial tasks — body disposal, preparing games, cleaning maintenance, and food distribution. Their role in the Games does not require them to speak or possess weapons. But most importantly:

1. ALWAYS WEAR YOUR MASK OUTSIDE OF YOUR ROOM

2. DO NOT CONVERSE WITHOUT PERMISSION

3. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR ROOM WITHOUT PERMISSION

He knew he wasn’t supposed to converse on his jurisdiction, but found himself compelled to respond to Player 018. He opened his mouth to engage in a conversation, but stopped himself, reminding himself of the rules and what would happen if he disobeyed. “S/n Y/n!” A voice called for the young woman, prompting her to tense. Turning around, the contestant retreated to her group with her breakfast in hand.

As the guard continued passing out the meal to the remaining players, he couldn’t help but glance occasionally in Player 018’s, or rather, S/n’s, general direction. Before the two knew it, it was time for the second game.

All players were herded to a spacious room that was made up to mimic a giant-sized playground, with a towering jungle jim and an adult-sized slide and so on. Despite the circumstances, Player 018 couldn’t help but get distracted by the scenery until the intercom rang loudly throughout the room: “Players, welcome to the second game. We will begin shortly.” At this, she frowned — reminding herself that she could spare no expense. She could not let herself daydream at a time like this, for it could jeopardize her chances of advancing to the next round. With a small sigh, she tilted her head back as she listened carefully to the instructions. “Players, before the game begins, choose one of the four available shapes you see on the wall. Once you’ve chosen your shape, please stand in front of it. Choose a shape and stand in front of it immediately.”

At this, S/n’s eyebrows furrowed together with subtle confusion as she tried her best to look past the shoulders of everyone in front of her. She looked at her options: a circle, a triangle, a star, and an umbrella. Player 018 stood there for a moment whilst trying to make up her mind for making her final decision before the intercom prompted that everyone should move faster, “Choose a shape and stand in front of it immediately.” It repeated.

Feeling as if she was being rushed, Player 018 began to pace in front of the various lines but ultimately decided to pick the star. Even though she was compelled to pick the umbrella from the beginning, her gut authorized against it.

“The time to select your shape has ended. I will now explain the rules of the next game. All players, please take one case each from the table at the front of your line.” With that, the lines started to move as guards handed out small tins. Eventually, it got to S/n’s turn and she was met face-to-face with another guard with a circle pattern imprinted onto his mask. Unbeknownst to her, it was the same guard from this morning. Player 018’s gaze shifted between the tin and the guard’s mask. “All players, please take one case each from the table at the front of your line.” The voice recited.

Realizing that she was holding up the line, she let out an embarrassed chuckle as she went to reach out for her tin but accidentally grazed over the guard’s hand. “Oh, my apologies…” She whispered before nodding her head to show her gratitude once more. “Thank you.” She turned her heel to find a place to sit down. The guard, however, temporarily stopped his duties as he recalled how small and gentle her hands were compared to his.

“Please take a moment to open the case and check the contents.” The voice continued and S/n, sitting against the slide, did as she was told and opened the lid to reveal a dalgona with a pattern of a star engraved onto it. “The second game is sugar honeycombs. The shape you have chosen is the shape you must remove from the honeycomb,” S/n’s heard felt as if it was going to burst as this was revealed to her, but she tried to calm herself with the fact that it could have been worse. “The time limit is ten minutes. You will pass if you trim out the shape without breaking or cracking within the time limit. With that, let the game begin.”

Hesitantly, Player 018 picked up the needle and looked back at the wafer in front of her. “You have got to be joking…” She let out a shaky sigh and carefully began to scrap it. It wasn’t long before a shot erupted in the once quiet area. S/n jumped at the sudden noise but made sure to not have her needle close to the wafer as this happened. She looked up for a moment and watched as blood trailed down the slide immediately after the first eliminated player is executed. She did not move for a few seconds as she watched numerous people get eliminated after this death since they accidentally destroyed their dalgona. 

After a few seconds, S/n slowly looked back down at the wafer and resumed her work but maintained wary of her surroundings. She was so engrossed in carving out the perfect shape that she did not notice the sound of the sand crunching under the boots of the guard approaching. His silhouette fell over her small figure as he unintentionally kicked up sand onto her. Player 018 bit the inside of her cheek, agitated as this happened before wiping the sand off of her. “I’m not finished yet.” She mumbled under her breath. She side-eyed the boots beside her leg and watched as they did not leave when she mentioned this. Frowning, S/n halted and showed the guard her almost finished carved star.

Looking up, she found it was not one of the men with the triangle staring down at her but rather a circle. She looked around at the other guard’s mask and found the individual in front of her was the odd man out. “I don’t think you should be here,” she said vaguely. “You’ll get into trouble, won’t you?” She tilted her head to the side and then began to finish up carving out her piece.

The guard, however, as to not draw suspicion, remained quiet and simply stared down at the participant. She shifted in her spot, showing obvious signs of discomfort. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I cannot focus if you are hovering over my shoulder…” S/n tried to remain as polite as possible. She could hear a slight scoff emit from the guard as he crouched down beside her before placing a lighter near her leg. Player 018 opened her mouth to reply but the guard gently grabbed her arm to get her attention as he raised his index finger to his mask to gesture to her to be quiet. She nodded, understanding but found herself looking at the lighter as he scurried away.

‘Did he confiscate this from another player? Did he bring it here? How did the others not find this?’ She chewed on her lip as she picked up the lighter, moving under the slide so she won’t be easily spotted by the other competitors or the guards. She huffed as she heated the needle which gave her an easy advantage in the game. She smirked at the sight of how easily she cut through the treat.

Within a few minutes, S/n Y/n was able to successfully cut through the shape of the star. Looking up, she quickly discarded the lighter into her pants as she went up to the nearest guard and showed him that she completed the challenge.

“Player 018, pass.” The intercom rang out which caused her to sigh in contempt and then was directed outside of the room to regroup in the main area.

Much to her credit, she did acknowledge that she wouldn’t have passed if it wasn’t for the worker — she fiddled with the lighter in her pocket as she walked down the corridor, frowning. S/n knew that she had to return it to him. She had to thank him in some sort of way for she was in his debt.

The very thought of the sworn enemy being her protector or knight in shining armor made Player 018 giggle at the irony which prompted the guard in front of her to look over his shoulder, as to stare at her inquisitively. “Oh… my apologies. My head was in the clouds.” She partially lied and almost immediately returned to her thoughts.

‘Looks like I have a little guardian angel on my side…’

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author’s note: ah! i am sorry if this came off as corny, cliché, or anticlimactic in any way! i just wanted to focus on the tension between you, the player, and the guard— plus, i am nooooo good when it comes to writing ends for stuff. 0-o

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sex & sorries

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cho sang-woo x f!reader [ smut ] minors dni !

summary ⇄ how does your husband make it up to you after a busy afternoon of working? late night sex in the bathtub perhaps?

word count ⇄ 1.4k

taking one last puff of the cigarette lightly locked between his fingers, before tossing it in the ashtray. deeply frustrated as his eyes scan through the stack of files he needs to go through. you stare at the dim yellow light illuminating his wooden desk, his back facing you as you lay on your shared bed.

it was around 9 p.m. now. the sheets beside you were ice cold. the tick of the clock along with the patter of the rain going in your ears and into your head. he had been sitting there almost the whole afternoon. silence felt like your only companion. you often refuse to disturb him while he works since you didn’t want to add any more frustration, but something in you felt like you just had to. maybe even help him relax for a bit.

“sangwoo.”

only gaining you a hum in response as he continues to write and flick through the never-ending piles of paper. you get up from the mattress as you slowly walk closer to him. your hands kneading his shoulders from behind, placing soft kisses in the nape of his neck. inhaling the strong scent of musk and cigarettes.

god, the way his glasses sit perfectly on the bridge of his nose and the sight of his fingers toying with the corner of the page was enough to heighten your arousal. he didn’t even seem to acknowledge your presence, yet so effortlessly makes you crave him by the second.

“i’m going to take a warm bath. mind joining me?” you sweetly say.

not a word emitting from his lips as he was so deeply concentrated in his work.

“sangwoo.”

“oh, yeah. i’ll catch up or something.” he plainly retorts. making you roll your eyes, lightly stomping your feet in the hardwood floor on the way to the bathroom.

—

you gently slipped off your clothing in front of the mirror. a pout evident on your face as you toss your clothes into the hamper.

the steam of the hot tub almost stinging your skin. closing your eyes, wanting nothing but to drift into slumber. but instead, you found yourself dreaming about the lustful nights you’ve had with your husband. oh, how you missed his touch that never ceased to drive you over the edge. the late nights he’d pound onto you mercilessly until your eyes would roll to the back of your head. how you’d scream his name as he looks down at you with his mouth half open from pleasure.

you had already unknowingly been touching yourself. your fingers circling and rubbing against your clit. massaging your breasts as you subtly whimper. wishing that he was the one that’d been touching you right now.

—

sangwoo leans onto his chair, dropping the pen on his desk whilst he takes off his specs. hands rubbing his eyes in frustration, a groan leaving his lips. he was almost done with his work. an afternoon filled with unending calls and documents. just when he was about to open another pack of cigarettes, his eyes drifted to the clock and then to the picture frame displayed on the right corner of his desk.

it was a photo of the both of you. covered in the frosty winter snow, wrapped in layers and layers of garment. a photo that captured you kissing his cheek, as a wide grin visible on his face. he stares at the photograph, a hue of red rushing into his cheeks, licking his lips as he charmingly smiles in delight.

spinning his chair to face the bed expecting to see your sleeping form, but you weren’t there. he suddenly recalls that you had told him you were going to take a bath. so caught up with his work that he didn’t even bother to check on his awaiting wife, immediately getting up from his seat to search for you.

as his hand gripped the glass sliding door, he all of a sudden heard his name being called. only a faint whisper but his mind thought much greater things.

“seems like someone got a little impatient and handled it all by herself.”

your eyes shot open at the view of your spouse next to the sink, immediately snapping your legs together. he swiftly takes off his button-down revealing his toned torso. it’s amusing how he so effortlessly riles you up.

“well, my husband happens to be incredibly busy, so i thought to myself why not.”

he gets in the tub, laying slightly on top of you. his breath could be felt against your neck as you toy with his hair. combing through it as he nuzzles his face even deeper onto the crook of your neck.

“i’m sorry.” he plainly says, although a remorseful tone could be heard in his voice.

“no need to be sorry. i’m sorry. don’t worry about me. you shouldn’t worry about me while you work. the last thing I want is to be a bother.”

“you’re not a bother. don’t ever think that. i apologize again. i don’t want you to ever feel that way.”

you send him a sweet smile. the smile that never fails to warm his heart.

“how about I make it up to you?”

“and how do you plan on doing that?”

“leave that to me. I just need you to relax.”

you mutter a quick ‘okay’ as he dives in between your legs. gently lifting your feet up the sides of the bathtub and spreading your inner thighs. kissing them, as it nears closer, and closer to your cunt. his tongue flicks directly at your clit making you moan out in pleasure. his mouth skillfully begins to work around your soaked cunt. continuing to kiss your entrance, his tongue entering inside you, gripping his hair as you push him down even deeper. your hips bucking against his face making your back arch and the water swoosh around you.

your legs were trembling as you were close to your high. your body stiffening, hands gripping the sides of the tub while he proceeds to move his tongue faster.

“god, I missed this.” he groans against your heat, sending vibrations that reached your spine, making you shiver.

it only took a minute until your cum was coated around his tongue. swallowing your release down his throat. you, repeatedly muttering his name as he remained between your legs. your moans only made his desire to fuck you senseless greater.

“my lovely wife. tastes so sweet, hmm?”

getting up to face you, pressing his forehead against yours, devouring your lips with sincere passion. he starts to tease your entrance with his tip while he pumps his erect cock, causing you to whimper against his soft lips.

“have i told you how pretty you always look?” he states as he stares into your eyes. gripping your hair as he begins to slowly enter your sensitive cunt. the feeling of pure ecstasy making you scratch down his back. his damp hair dripping down onto your face, sending you a smile. a sweet one. the one that always reminded you how much he loves you. how every beat of his heart would beat for you, and only you.

slowly thrusting inside you, your groans in sync, echoing through the bathroom. the utter feeling of euphoria you so dearly missed. throwing his head back from the tightness, looking like an absolute god. his mouth latching on to your sensitive nipples. sucking and licking them, nipping all around your breasts. he pounds into you even faster causing them to bounce.

you were already approaching your second orgasm as he continued to hit and bruise your cervix over and over again. tears on the brim of falling from your eyes. screams almost deafening, coming out of your throat as you came around him.

“fuck— so perfect. too perfect.”

remaining contact with his dark hazel eyes, looking absolutely ethereal. he came soon after you. his groans were music to your ears. you often wonder how lucky you are to have him all for yourself.

your naked bodies mold together in the small tub, holding each other in your arms. his fingers combs through your wet hair delicately, caressing the nape of your neck. your face tucked in against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.

“what do you think? am I forgiven, sweetheart?” he teases, making you playfully slap his chest.

“well forgiven.”

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[gothbusterz]

Intoxicating - Teacher!Sang-Woo x Student!Reader

Sang-Woo can’t help but obsess over his perfect little star student.

Warnings - Jealous Sang-Woo, Smut, age gap (legal), oral (F receiving)

Word count - 3.8k (I may have gotten carried away 👀)

Requested by @14lovez 💚

Click, clack, click, clack.

The sound of heels rushing down the tiled hallway echoed through the classrooms as she passed, papers falling from her arms and her phone clattering on the floor. Cursing loudly, she scooped everything up and kept running. She’d never been late before, let alone for his class.

Mr Cho’s lecture hall was near empty. 9 AM finance lectures didn’t exactly draw in the numbers, but she made it a point to always be there. It made him feel appreciated in a way he’d never admit out loud. In his eyes, she was the perfect student; attentive, clever and beautiful. Although he’d never admit, the last 3 years he’d had her in his class, he’d had the privilege of watching her become her own woman.

Sang-Woo met her as a fresh-out-of-high-school 18 year old - young, naive and curious - and now she was graduating; moving on and leaving him behind. He couldn’t get used to the thought of not seeing her sweep into his class of a morning, fresh faced and ready to drink in every word that left his lips with such focus that sometimes it felt like they were the only two in the room. He wouldn’t hear her quietly giggle anymore, whenever that stupid little boy that sat next to her cracked jokes that only they could hear. He wouldn’t be able to admire her as he had been for so long now, his eyes taking an extended vacation around the curves of her body underneath the figure-accentuating outfits she chose. Her perfume wouldn’t overwhelm his senses anymore, triggering something dark in his brain as his face hovered so close to hers, quietly explaining something she’d so innocently asked for help with.

Deep down, she drove him crazy; but Sang-Woo knew his place and he knew there were lines he should never cross, so instead he buried the impure thoughts he had about her. Part of him wanted to say something to her, but where would he even begin? The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. He felt so sleazy. It’s not as if he’d intended this, but something about her was so… alluring. He couldn’t get her out of his head. She overwhelmed his thoughts even when she wasn’t there with him, and it made him feel an intense guilt. She was barely 21. Barely over the age of consent, and here he was, a grown man fantasising about the youngest possible woman without it being immoral. He hated himself for it, but no matter how hard he tried to ignore her, he simply couldn’t.

The students sitting before him chattered excitedly, paying no mind to the man sitting at his desk, chatting and giggling about the futures that they were about to embark on. The clock finally struck 9, and yet, she was nowhere to be seen. His heart sunk a little; the last lecture of the whole course and she didn’t show up to properly say goodbye. Of course, he’d see her briefly at the graduation ceremony, but after that, he knew he’d never see her again. He cursed himself, reminding his brain that she was off limits anyway. He knew he needed to move on but he was just stuck on a loop. The second he saw her, he knew the walls he built up to separate himself from her would be demolished by his own hand.

Standing up, he greeted his class and congratulated them on making it all the way through their bachelor degrees. Detailing the tasks of his final class, his eyes lingered on the empty seats in the front row - the seats usually home to both his favourite student and the little lap dog that seemed to follow her around, Hwang Jun-Ho. He knew he had no good reason to dislike this boy. He actually was her age, handsome, athletic and he’d already proven he could make her laugh. Jun-Ho was a good student and he’d never done anything to disrespect or cross his professor. It was all pure, untainted jealousy from Sang-Woo.

Neither Y/N or Jun-Ho were present, and Sang-Woo’s mind swam with the possibilities. He couldn’t push through the images in his head of the two of them tangled together, sheets grazing their bare bodies as they actively skipped his lecture to study each other instead. He couldn’t help but envision his hands all over her gentle flesh, his fingers in her hair, her nails digging into his back, her lips wrapped around…

He quickly shook himself out of it, shame flooding through his veins as he noticed all the blood that had rushed south at his musings. The thoughts filled him with rage, even though he knew Jun-Ho would be a better boyfriend than he could ever be. Y/N and Jun-Ho could go out in public and no one would ever bat and eyelid. Her parents would surely be ecstatic for her to bring a young man like him home to them.

Click, clack, click, clack.

The sound drew closer and shook him from his daydreaming, and suddenly his heart fluttered with relief and hope as she barrelled through the doors. She was panting, beads of sweat adorning her forehead as she rasped out an apology for being so late.

She’d really done it today. As soon as he laid eyes in her, he began to salivate. Her blouse was sheer enough to make out the outline of the black bra she wore underneath and her hair hadn’t been brushed before it was thrown into a bun sitting on the top of her head. Her skirt danced against the swell of her ass as she quickly hustled over to her empty seat. He took in the sight in front of him. She was always beautiful, but something about seeing her so disheveled hit him right in the lust he had for her. As she turned her head, exposing a dark purple mark against the skin near her collarbone, white hot rage filled him. Taking a deep breath, he pushed it down and cleared his throat.

“Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence.” His voice was colder and harsh, a far cry from the joking tone he’d meant to express it in. It was real now. Someone else had her and it made his stomach drop. Her expression was one of shock and embarrassment, flecks of disappointment in her eyes at the way her normally caring professor greeted her. She mumbled another apology, sitting down and averting her eyes downwards to the quiz sheet he had laid on each table.

Sitting back in his seat, Sang-Woo let out a frustrated sigh. He felt bad for snapping at her, but he couldn’t help but feel a new emotion towards her - betrayal. In his mind, she was already his. It was hard to remember sometimes that it was just his imagination, and this young woman had done nothing to warrant the attraction he had for her. Sure, she’d drop things at seemingly convenient times, her long legs bending as she bent to pick it up, giving Sang-Woo a show in the process. Sure, she stayed back after almost every lecture, as if she relished the time they had alone together as much as he did. To Sang-Woo, none of this meant anything. He could never be truly sure if she was just really that innocent, or if maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way even just a little bit.

He stood from his seat, observing the other students with their heads either down on their paper or buried in their phone screens. Taking a deep breath to muster the courage, he worked his way across the room and leaned his two large hands on the front of her desk, leaning down so that his lips could whisper in her ear without alerting the other students. “You haven’t seen Jun-Ho by chance have you? He didn’t show up today.”

Her body stiffened involuntarily as she shifted her gaze to meet the intense, dark eyes of her professor. He hadn’t said anything of the sort, but she could only take his question as a roundabout way of saying I know what you did. His expression was hard to read. It was something she’d never seen him wear before - irritation. He was always so gentle with her; complimenting her and helping with every problem, no matter how small. Sometimes she’d even pretend to not understand just so that she could have him close to her. What Sang-Woo didn’t realise was that she felt the same way, maybe even stronger.

He walked back to his desk, sitting back down and lowering his gaze to the finished quizzes in front of him. He felt like an absolute piece of shit knowing how uncomfortable he’d just made her. He’d basically attacked her without even saying anything. His hotheaded attitude blinded him from the reality that he held no claim to her. She was just his student. His beautiful, smart, sexy student. But his student nevertheless.

The time passed on and on, students chatting and sharing their plans for the weekend and the afterparty for the graduation. A sadness set deep into Sang-Woo’s chest as he realised that as soon as that clock struck 12, she was no longer his student. Lifting his eyes to lay them on Y/N, his heart broke as he noticed she hadn’t lifted her head since his harsh words. He’d already regretted what he said as soon as the words left his lips, and now he felt like a monster. You don’t tear down someone you love. Whether they love you back or not, it’s not fair. She had and has every right to sleep with Jun-Ho if that’s what she wants, even though it killed him inside.

The other students started to pack their things up as the time drew nearer and nearer. A few students approached his desk to thank him and he wished them the best of luck with a warm smile. He meant it. He wished nothing for the best for all his students, even that stupid fucking Jun-Ho prick. Eventually everyone had filed out of the lecture hall, leaving only Y/N nervously shifting in her seat as she finally raised her eyes to meet his. Sighing sadly, he pulled himself up from his desk and made his way over to her. The few short steps felt like a marathon as the reality that this was it washed over him. He wasn’t ready to let her go.

“I’m sorry I spoke to you like that. It was out of line.” His voice was a whisper as he finally sat down in the seat that Jun-Ho usually occupied. Her arms crossed and he could tell she was making an effort to hide the bruise that had been sucked into her neck. She was timid, not the bubbly self she normally was. “And it was wrong of me to insinuate that about you and Jun-Ho. It’s none of my business…”

He trailed off, his eyes eventually finding their own way down onto the large bruise she was weakly attempting to hide. It fixated him, and even in this moment, all he could think of was sucking and biting bigger and better marks into her neck. Clenching his jaw, he made eye contact with her once more. Her voice was quiet and low, finally mustering up the courage to speak. “It was a mistake… but you were right about Jun-Ho. You didn’t even have to say it… you just knew.”

He forced a small smile, his heart sinking at the admission. He knew. He always knew. But something about it being out in the open hit him right in the guts. Clearing his throat, he chose his next words very carefully. “The way he looks at you is-“

“The way you look at me, sir?” She cut him off, finally finding her voice. Colour drained from his face.

She knew. She fucking knew. My life is over.

Sang-Woo was speechless, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of anger or disgust. He knew he was in trouble now. He knew she could ruin him. Trying to deny it would be pointless. After all, he’d been staring at her blankly for far too long to dispute it now. Slowly reaching over, she brushed her fingers against his, resting on the smaller desk. A jolt of electricity shot from his finger tip all the way down to his cock and he jumped, snapping out of his stressed daydreaming state. His eyes landed on their hands just barely touching. She looked at him with both curiosity and hesitancy, concerned how he’d react.

Taking a deep breath, his fingers barely moved as he brushed back against her fingers before summoning the courage to gently place his hand on top of hers. She didn’t jolt or pull away like he’d secretly expected, not sure if what he was experiencing was a dream or not. Her fingers slowly closed around his hand and he revelled in the touch he’d been craving for the better part of 3 years.

“You’re a good guy, Sang-Woo. I’ve seen the way you look at me and I’ve seen the way you look at Jun-Ho. You don’t have to be jealous anymore…” standing up, she swung one leg over his thighs and wrapped her arms around his tense shoulders, sitting in his lap, face to face with him. His heart began to race as her scent engulfed him. His hips bucked upwards instinctively and his arms snaked their way around her waist so gently that he barely touched her, fingers brushing her skin. One hand gently rested against his cheek, and he leaned into her hand. His eyes remained transfixed with hers until she slowly dipped her head lower and lower, her breath fanning against his neck, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“You don’t need to worry… I’m not your student anymore.”

She punctuated her whisper with a small, gentle nip at his ear and that was it. Sang-Woo’s hand pushed her chin up so that she was face to face with him and, finally, he smashed his lips against hers. A small surprised moan escaped her lips, and he drank it down. His arms held her tightly, pulling her as close as he humanly could. His hands pawed at the skin covered by material, running the perimeter of her back before untucking her blouse from her skirt to let his hands travel up her back, dancing across the warm skin. It sent shivers down her spine, his short nails gently scraping down her body.

His fingers traced the clasp of her black bra, snapping it against her skin and eliciting a delicious moan from her, making her squirm in his lap and gently pushing against the bulge in his black dress pants. He groaned into her mouth at the friction, biting at her bottom lip and pulling it before trailing gentle but urgent kisses down her neck. He pressed several kisses to the broken capillaries forming the bruise on her soft skin. His mouth moved ever so slowly across the front of her neck, down to the collarbone exposed by her shirt, before drawing the line back up the other side of her neck. Her small moans and mewls only spurred him on more.

In one strong motion, he stood from the chair he was seated in and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her tightly as he lifted her into the air. He reconnected their lips and her hands tangled into his hair at the back, holding herself up against him. Sang-Woo laid her down on the empty row of desks, his large frame hovering over her small body as their lips danced and melted together. The perfume that once overwhelmed him now intoxicated him as he finally gave in to every desire he’d had for her since they first met.

His fingers nimbly popped each button undone before pushing her blouse back and admiring the beauty before him. His fingers then set to work on her skirt, finding the zipper before pulling it all the way down, the skirt falling open and leaving her in just her black bra and panties. His mouth began to water again as he pressed kisses from her collarbone, down the valley of her breasts, tenderly running kisses down the warm flesh of her stomach until he was sitting on his knees at the end of the table, staring up at the woman he’d obsessed over for years. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening. He couldn’t believe she actually wanted him the same way he wanted her. But sure enough, there she was; spread out against the desks, waiting for him to do whatever he pleased with her.

His fingers hooked into her panties and pulled them down, leaving him face to face with her pussy. He wasted no time, diving tongue first as if she was the most delicious meal to a man who’s ravenous. His strong hands pushed her thighs apart further as his tongue flicked and lapped at her clit, her back arching and perfect moans falling from her lips. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pushing him closer. He didn’t need to be told twice, his right hand moving off her thigh. His fingers crept their way up her body until they brushed her lips, asking to be taken in her mouth. She obliged, parting her lips and gently sucking at his fingers. He gently pulled the wet digits out of her mouth, using them to gently run up and down her folds before pushing one in and curling it upwards. Her body jolted, pulling a smirk onto his lips. He knew he was close. He slowly gently curled his finger, searching for the spot that he knew would send her flying, and when he found it, the cry she released was nothing short of heavenly to him.

He gently slipped the other finger in, massaging the spot he found while his tongue worked away at her clit. Her hands pulled and tugged on his hair enough to hurt, but he didn’t care. Her thighs tried to tense around his head but his other hand held her thigh in place as he continued his assault.

Sang-Woo felt her legs start to shake and he knew she was almost there for him. He added pressure to his fingers and quickened his pace and within seconds, a too-loud cry left her lips as she came crashing down around his fingers. He reacted quickly, withdrawing his fingers from her and slipping then between her lips as he covered her mouth with his hand. She whined at the loss but began to realise where it was they were actually doing this. They hadn’t stopped to think for one second. The University was still filled with people and at some point someone was going to have to use this lecture hall, but even with all that danger, the only thing Sang-Woo and Y/N could focus on was each other. There was no way in hell he was going to stop now, though.

She whined as he pulled away, dazed from the intensity of the orgasm he had allowed her to have. Sang-Woo, still fully dressed, quickly picked her up and carried her over to his desk; one more secluded from the line of sight of the door. One swoop of his arm cleared the surface off, and quickly undid her bra before he he laid her down one more time. His fingers made quick work of his shirt buttons, his shirt hanging open and exposing a toned chest and abdomen. Her finger reached over, gently tracing the lines of his gorgeous body as he speedily rid himself of his belt and pushed his dress pants and boxers down hastily, cock springing upwards.

She pulled herself up and slid off the desk onto her knees, but Sang-Woo was far too impatient at this point. He caught her, flipped her around so she was bent over his desk and pressed his body against her so she couldn’t move. “As much as I would love that, I’ve been waiting for this for way too long.” He growled into her ear from behind before lining himself up and pushing himself slowly inside.

She was so tight and wet that his legs almost gave way and he could have cum right there, but he bit his lip and powered through. His hips snapped back and forth, her hands bracing the wooden desk underneath her. He pushed her further onto the desk, pushing one leg up to rest on the table to hit a delicious new angle. Cries and moans left her lips involuntarily, and his hand took its place over her mouth again as his thrusts became more erratic the longer he held out.

Small pants left his lips as he felt the tension building up. His growls became groans the closer he got, and his hands dragged her body back into him in time with his thrusts. A few more thrusts had him filling her up with his cum without even being able to warn her.

He fell forward, both panting as he laid against her back. His head was spinning from how good it felt and he wasn’t ready to pull out just yet. He held her for a couple of minutes, slowly pulling out as his cock softened. Y/N was absolutely shattered. She knew her legs wouldn’t hold her; all she could do was lean against that desk and feel his cum slowly dripping down her thigh. Sang-Woo pressed gentle kisses to her shoulders as he redressed, buttoning his shirt back up after helping her with her clothes.

Gently helping her stand, he turned her around and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. “I really don’t want this to be a one time thing. I’ve wanted you for so long - I don’t think I can let go now.” His words were a whisper, a smile forming on her exhausted lips as her arms wrap around his waist and her head rests against his shoulder.

A knock at the door startled the pair, jumping apart before another teacher entered the hall to begin his lecture. As they prepared to go their separate ways, she slipped a small piece of paper into his hand. She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before she hastily departed; god forbid someone were to check the security cameras. Sang-Woo watched her walk away, a dopey smile on his face. Unfolding the little piece of paper she gave him, he found her phone number written neatly with a little heart on the end. He pondered, wondering if she may actually be the one for him. It didn’t matter though. Now they were just two people, free to be in love, and Sang-Woo simply couldn’t wait to start.

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[mischievous-thunder]

What our ships deserve

What canon gives them

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[ayoitspatricia]

Imagine being a member of Gen Z and taking part in Squid Game :

(Y/n) : Rip player 277, rip player 74, rip player 189, rip player 301-

Sang-woo : Do you ever shut up kid?

(Y/n) : *gasp* What the hell man? I’ll be an adult soon

Sang-woo : You won’t be unless you get out of this place

Gi-hun : Sang-woo leave the kid alone

(Y/n) : No not again! Oh how my heart is aching right now

Sang-woo : I swear to god, if you don’t shut up-

(Y/n) : Ayo sir back away from me respectfully, I will sue you for threatening a kid

Gi-hun : *snickering* I thought you didn’t want to be called a kid?

(Y/n) : Whose side are you on grandpa!? The old man is literally in better shape than you, get it together

Gi-hun : I-

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[sang-woos]

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!

“Back again?”

“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?”

“She’s beautiful.”

“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?”

“Yes.”

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?”

“Yes.”

“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.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

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?”

“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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oh please do something nsfw for sangwoo in game 🙏🙏🙏😫😫😫 I'll worship you until the end of times

I see i’m not the only thirsty one in this fandom-

Summary: Sang-woo losing his mind because of you and goes to the bathroom to ”relieve” himself.

Warnings: Masturbation, Getting caught ig, NSFW all around, also did not proof read this

Sang-woo groaned. He shouldn’t be thinking about you in that way, especially in this situation. This wasn’t the time to feel this way nor do activities like these. But you were just so irresistible with the swaying hips, the way you bend over, a devilish smirk on your lips as you teased him and the way you found any excuse to touch him ever so slightly. Which lead to him being frustrated, his thoughts filled with sinful thoughts carrying him away, mind clouded with lust.

His hands slowly pulled down his pants, not being able to resist the urge anymore before he looked down and groaned again. He was hard already. He quickly released his cock from his boxers, getting impatient with himself. Not to mention the guards could come at any moment to drag him back to the main room where he couldn’t do anything unless he was ready to get caught. But truthfully the thought excited him. Getting caught by yours truly before he’d bend you over and fuck you right there and then, filling you up with his cum while you helplessly whimpered his name, taking every inch of his cock inside you. And before he noticed what was happening, his hand hold a tight grip around him, stroking it slowly, his mind filled with more lewd imagines with you.

Soft groans left from his lips as he stroked his cock faster, his head leaning back, the waves of pleasure filling his body. His breathing sharpened and his grip tightened around himself. How he wished it was you touching his cock instead of himself. What if he just asked instead of imagining these scenarios. He whispered your name, eyes closed tight as he felt himself getting closer to an orgasm but pulled away, leaving his cock twitching for attention, pathetic whines of your name leaving from his lips again. Even his hips twitched along with his cock from the pleasure and denied orgasm, getting him on the edge and lifting him to a lustful bliss, not hearing the footsteps getting closer before it was too late.

And there you stood, a proud smirk on your face as you swung the door open upon hearing your name being called by him, fully exposing Sang-woo’s current state. His head now snapping back up, eyes wide and his cheeks burning red as he realized that it was too late to try to cover himself up or his cock. But as you stood infront of him, a hungry look plastered on your face, licking your dry lips, Sang-woo let out a breathy chuckle. Your state seemed to be just as bad as his, lust overpowering every other emotion and as in to prove it, you slowly took off your jacket, closing the door behind you as your fingers ever so slowly took a grip of his cock, massaging the tip as you leaned closer to his ear before whispering,

”I heard you calling for me. Now let me help you with that.”

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