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never even rubbed my clit as hard and fast as I rub my screen for this fuck ass mini game

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☆ caleb 73/? ☆

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caleb pls be real

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Enemies to lovers SLOW burn smut series with Joel miller recs I beg!

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Hey! Please can someone give some Joel miller recs? I need something that is established relationship I’ve had enough😩

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CHO SANGWOO

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Teachers Pet

Cho Sang Woo x reader

Request: anonymous

Synopsis: The strict but hot substitute takes over your college class today. College setting.

Warnings: READER IS 18+! MDNI, smut, p in v

Rushing quickly to your next class, dreading your coursework hand-in—perhaps because you didn’t do it. Technically, it wasn’t your fault. Long story short, you thought it was next week.

"We’re all human," you think to yourself, cringing at how your professor is gonna react. Hopefully the old bastard won’t notice, and you can melt into the background of the class. Perfect strategy.

Walking into the room, you head straight to the back right corner, covertly ignoring the professor at the front—trying your absolute hardest to avoid attention. Once seated and settled, you do a quick glance up… only to find someone far worse than your professor.

Professor Sang Woo. Head of your dissertation module.

What the fuck is he doing covering this class? you scream in your head.

"Hello, students. I’ll be covering Professor Stanton today due to unforeseen sickness. I’m aware I’m not the usual substitute—everything has been rather last minute.”He speaks confidently, almost bored.

"Today, you’ll be handing in your rough drafts, and I’ll be organizing one-on-one feedback throughout the day. Everyone, drop in the papers now and put your name next to a time slot on the board." He finishes as he sits at the desk leaning back. His demeanour, one of complete superiority makes your skin crawl. You hated people like him, how they enjoy being in charge.

Everyone starts lining up and taking their slots. You stay seated, watching everything unfold as the last person leaves the classroom. He doesn’t look up from his notes as you slowly approach.

"Erm, really sorry, sir, but I don’t have a full draft—just notes," you squeak out.

He huffs and looks up at you over his glasses.

“Ah, Miss Y/N, I’ve heard what you're like from Stanton. Safe to say, I will not be putting up with your behavior the way he does."

"I want you here at five o’clock," he says, standing up and making his way to the front of his desk.

Getting very close, he leans in and whispers into your ear, "I don’t respond well to poorly behaved students. Have something written by then, or I’ll have a punishment lined up for you."

He almost growls the words, making your legs shake—but you can’t quite pinpoint whether it’s from fear or a slight thrill.

He leans back against the desk, looking smug, clearly picking up on the inner war your mind is waging.

You clear your throat and nod. "Yes, sir," you manage to get out before hurriedly making your way out of the classroom. Perhaps a little too quickly. You swear you hear a chuckle as you leave.

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You had found a secluded corner in the library, somewhere to have your meltdown in peace.

Frantically scribbling down probably some of your worst work ever, but anything is better than nothing, surely.

You had five minutes before you had your one-on-one.

Taking a deep breath, you walk into the classroom. He’s already there, waiting, leaning back in his chair. Face blank, watching you walk towards the seat opposite him, although there is a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Sitting down, you hand him your draft—well, you weren’t even sure if you could call it that.

He takes the paper, you see his eyes skim over your poor handwriting. You fiddle with your hands, the nerves starting to really kick in. He places it down smoothly and starts taking off his glasses. You both sit there looking at each other, his eyebrow raised, clearly not impressed with your work.

“This is all you managed to do with the time I gave you?” he asks, unimpressed.

“Yes,” you squeak, feeling yourself start to shake.

“I think this deserves a reprimand, truly unacceptable work. I’d expect better from you—your grades are good, if not exceptional,” he sighs.

“Reprimand?” you ask timidly.

“Stand up and come around here now,” he demands.

At first, you don’t budge, shocked and honestly quite unsure about what his next move was. You rapidly scramble onto your feet and walk around the desk.

Suddenly, he pulls you onto his lap. You stare at him, wide-eyed with shock.

"Good girl," he whispers into your ear. "Now, lie over my lap—face down, ass up," he almost growls.

Shocked, you hesitate for a moment before obeying, heat creeping up your skin. You hate to admit how thrilling this feels.

“Bad girls get punished,” he states, pulling up your skirt and panties down. “Oh, look at you—wet for me already. Bad girl, I’m going to have to punish you for that too.”

“Say, ‘Yes, Professor, I’m a bad girl,’” he says while rubbing your cheek.

“Sorry Professor, I’m a bad girl” you whisper trying hard not to moan as you feel his fingers dip to your core. Before he got any further you get a slap to your cheeks, followed by another and then another. He groans out clearly enjoying himself.

Out of nowhere you both hear a knock at the door. Frozen in place you start shaking. “Shit” he mumbles under his breath.

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I never finished this but I thought I’d post let me know if anyone wanfts a part 2

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Gynecologist~Cho Sang-woo

Wearning: +18,smut,age gap

You arrive at Dr. Cho Sang Woo's office with a mixture of excitement and nerves. You've just turned 22 and this is your first gynecological visit. You're not sure what to expect, but the fear of the unknown makes you particularly nervous.

The office is modern and well-lit, with pastel-colored walls that should convey serenity, even if the accelerated beating of your heart doesn't seem to want to follow that intent. The secretary welcomes you with a kind smile and shows you to the waiting room. After a few minutes, the door of the office opens and a man in his forties emerges, with strong features and an authoritative air. He wears a perfectly pressed white coat and has an inscrutable expression, although not without a certain kindness.

"Good morning, please, come in." His voice is calm and reassuring.

You get up quickly, smoothing your clothes, and follow him into his office. He points you to a chair in front of his desk and takes a seat on the other side, opening your file.

“So, Miss...” he looks up at you, waiting for you to introduce yourself.

“Oh, my name is y/n,” you reply in a small voice.

He nods and continues to leaf through the documents. “Okay, y/n. This is your first visit, right?”

You nod, your hands clenched nervously in your lap.

“I understand that you may be a little intimidated, but I assure you that we will do this calmly and as comfortably as possible. I will explain each step to you, so you will always know what is happening. Is that okay?”

“Y-yes, thank you,” you stammer, finding a small comfort in his professionalism.

He studies you for a moment, then leans back in his chair. “Before we begin, is there anything in particular that concerns you? Do you have any questions?”

You think about it for a moment. “Um, I’m not sure what will happen during the visit...”

He smiles slightly. “That’s a fair question. Let me explain: we’ll start with some general questions about your health and your menstrual cycle. Then we’ll move on to an external check-up, to make sure everything is in order. If you’re comfortable, we can also do a more thorough check-up, but it’s up to you. The most important thing is that you feel safe and calm.”

You nod, trying to absorb all the information.

“Good,” he finally says, standing up from his chair. “If you’re ready, we can begin.”

You stand up slowly, still a little hesitant, but determined to face this new experience with courage. You follow the doctor towards the examination area, trusting in his professionalism and his promise to make you feel safe.

The examination room is bright, with a small bed in the center. The doctor gestures towards it, signaling for you to take a seat.

"Please lie down and make yourself comfortable," he instructs you, with a gentle, professional demeanor. As you lay on the bed, you adjust your skirt, which is a little shorter than you had intended. You feel slightly exposed.

The doctor watches you silently, and you catch his gaze lingering on your bare legs for a moment longer than necessary. His eyes are intense, studying you with unabashed curiosity."So what's the problem?" Sang woo asks studying you and you blush with embarrassment. "I can't come during sex" you whispered embarrassed.

A slight smirk appears on Doctor Cho’s face at your words, but it's not a mocking expression. Rather, it's the look of someone who has just found an interesting case to solve.

"I see," he murmurs, taking notes on the pad he's holding. "That can be a very common problem, actually. It happens for a variety of reasons."

He sets the pad down and moves closer to you, his gaze becoming more focused. "Can you tell me when this problem started?"

“I don't know,” you whispered. The doctor's expression remains patient as he responds. "That's okay. It can be difficult to pinpoint exactly when something like this began. But anything you can tell me might be helpful."

He moves even closer, his eyes roaming over your body with clinical detachment, and yet there's something almost primal in his gaze. The air in the room feels heavy.

"Is there anything that you think might have triggered it?" he asks, his voice soft. "Any emotional or psychological stressors in your life recently? Any changes in your relationship with your partner?"

“I'm very stressed these days,” you say, looking at him.

The doctor nods, his expression understanding but serious. "Stress can certainly have an effect on many areas of our lives, including our sexual functioning. It can be a significant contributing factor to problems like the one you're experiencing."

He moves away slightly, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. "Have you tried any relaxation techniques to deal with stress? Like yoga, meditation or breathing exercises?"

"No" you say looking at him and Sang woo look at your legs again. "i'll help you with this massage, take off your skirt and panties please" sang woo said.

You freeze briefly at the doctor's words. There’s a subtle note of command in his voice that wasn’t there before. You hesitate for a moment, but then his gaze is so intense that you can only stare at him for a long moment. Finally, you swallow and your fingers go to the hem of your skirt, slowly pulling it up. Doctor Cho watches your hands intently, licking his lips.As you slide the skirt over your hips, he moves closer to you, making you feel a little vulnerable, like a prey being stalked by a predator. You're not sure why you're obeying him so easily, but there's something about him that elicit an almost animalistic response from you. You lift your hips and he helps you pull the skirt down along your legs and off, tossing it carelessly across the room. You shiver as his eyes roam over your body, his gaze heavy, almost possessive.

Sang woo looks at his watch, a simple gesture in an almost clinical manner. Then he takes a bottle of massage oil out of his pocket and squeezes some on his hands. He rubs his palms together, the oil giving way to an almost sensual sound. He looks you in the eyes and motions for you to lie down on your stomach.

“Lie down on ,medical examination table” he whispers to you.

You feel a strange mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. Doctor Cho's tone of command leaves little room for hesitation, and you obey his instructions, almost as if you're in a trance.

You climb up onto the bed and lie flat on the surface, your face facing the wall, your body completely exposed."Now I will touch some parts of your body tell me what you feel" sang woo tells you. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you hear his voice, the command clear in his words. "Y-yes, doctor," you manage to say, your voice a little shaky.

He starts to touch you slowly, his hands gliding over your skin. It takes you by surprise how good his touch feels, his fingers strong and sure, exploring every inch of your back, your arms, your thighs.

"How does this feel?" he asks, his voice low and soothing. You can feel his breath on the back of your neck, sending tingles of electricity down your spine.

"It f-feels good," you stammer, your words trembling a little. The sensations he's causing are both familiar and foreign, awakening something deep inside you that you didn't even know existed.The doctor continues his exploration, his hands moving more confidently over your skin. Every touch, every movement is calculated, as if he knows exactly where to touch you to draw out the strongest reaction. You can feel his eyes observing you closely, his gaze heated and intense.His touch goes lower and lower until he slides two fingers into your pussy.

You moaned at the sensation ."Oh" whispers and sang woo smirk. Doctor Cho chuckles lightly at the sound of your moan, the corners of his mouth curled up in a sly smile. He can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the effect he's having on you.

"Does it feel good?" he asks, his voice low and sensual. "Don't hold back, I want to hear you."

“Yes, so good,” you say, your voice filled with desire.

A soft chuckle escapes the doctor's lips at your response, the sound both soothing and arousing. He moves his fingers a little faster in anticipation. “Just relax, don’t think about anything, feel the sensations, feel me”.You close your eyes and leave your mouth open moaning, feeling his fingers touch your g-spot.

You're completely under his control, the sensations he's creating within you overwhelming any logic or reason. You feel his fingers moving inside you, their touch like fire.

The doctor's fingers move with precision, finding that sweet spot that makes you moan softly each time they touch. He seems to know exactly how to make you feel good, almost as if he's studying your body like he would a patient.

"You like that, don't you?" He whispers, his voice a soft caress to your already heightened state. "Just relax."

You can only nod, unable to form words. All coherent thought has left you, replaced by a single-minded need and craving. His touch is addictive, like a drug that you've never known before.Sang woo pushes his fingers inside you in circular motions, on your g-spot.

You arch your back, pressing into his touch. The sensations are almost too much to bear, but you can't get enough. You feel like you're being consumed by a fire that's burning brighter and brighter, every inch of you alive with desire.You can't believe how good it feels. Every inch of your body is alive with pleasure, and every movement of the doctor's fingers feels like an electric jolt. You've never experienced anything so intense before, and it's almost terrifying.But despite the intensity, there's a strange sense of safety too. You know that he's in control, and that knowledge somehow makes the whole experience even more powerful. You feel completely at his mercy, and yet you trust him implicitly.

“So good,” you whimper. Sang woo lets out a low chuckle, satisfied and smug at the effect he's having on you. His fingers continue to move, pressing harder against your g-spot, drawing out more gasps and moans.

"You're being such a good girl for me," he whispers, his voice like silk against your skin. "I bet you've never felt anything like this before, have you?"

You have never indeed. The intensity is something you've never experienced before, and it's like he's unlocking something deep inside you. Your body is on overdrive, every nerve ending buzzing with pleasure.

You can't help but surrender completely to the sensations. It's like you're being possessed by them, and there's nothing you can do but ride the wave wherever it takes you.

“Please don't stop,” you moan. He smiles again, the corners of his mouth curving upwards. "Of course not," he murmurs, his voice so low that only you could hear him. "I want to see you fall apart completely."

His fingers move faster, applying just the right amount of pressure. It's like he knows exactly how much you can take, and he's pushing you to the brink. You can feel an overwhelming tension building up inside you, and you're not sure if you can take much more. But you don't want him to stop.Your mind is a whirlwind of sensation, and you can almost feel your body trembling with the intensity. And then you hear his voice, low and steady in your ear, "That's it, let go. I'll catch you."

You cling to his words like a lifeline, trusting him to guide you through this experience. Your body is tight, coiled like a spring, and the pleasure is so intense it's almost painful. You're hanging on the edge, teetering on the brink of something huge and overwhelming.

You don't know how much longer you can hold on. The pleasure is so intense that it's almost like pain, and you feel like you're being consumed by it. Every cell in your body is crying out for release, and you’re not sure if you can take much more. But then...Everything else vanishes, and you're lost in a wave of pleasure that swamps both mind and body with pure ecstasy. It's as if the whole universe has shrunk to just two points, you and him, and the sensations coursing between you. You're drowning in bliss, unable to do anything but surrender and let it wash over you. You can't even make a sound - your voice is caught and lost in the storm of sensations. You're shaking, trembling from head to toe, and you're not sure if you'll ever be able to speak again. But there's something calming about it too, a sense of peace and fulfilment that makes everything feel worthwhile.As the waves of pleasure slowly subside, you're left panting and trembling on the bed, feeling as if you've run a marathon. You have never felt anything like it in your life, and it's a little terrifying to think that a single man could bring you to that point.

You watch Sang woo as he licks your juices from his fingers and moan at the sight. Your reaction isn't lost on Doctor Cho, and he smiles again, still looking so smug and satisfied. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice dripping with male pride. He keeps his eye contact on you as he licks his fingers clean, the sight of it making your cheeks flush even more than they already are. You feel a little ashamed, but at the same time, you can't help but feel aroused at the sight.You feel so embarrassed. Sang woo notices your reaction and decides to mess with you even more. he leans over towards your face, his mouth only inches from yours. "Are you feeling embarrassed now?" he asks, his voice soft and smooth. "Don't be. I'm a doctor, remember? It's my job to explore every inch of your body. I've seen everything before."

Your legs were shaking with pleasure. "Well, you do a great job," you whispered, looking at his lips for a second. He laughs softly, noticing the direction of your gaze. He slowly leans closer to you, until his lips are just a breath away from your ear. "You're so cute when you're all flustered," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.

You can feel your skin tingle where his lips are, as if there's an electrical current running between you. He pulls back slightly, studying your face, his eyes intent and intense. "You're gorgeous, you know that?" he says softly, his gaze roaming over your features.

"I can't believe how responsive you are," he continues, his voice dropping lower. "I've never seen anyone react like you do. It's like your body was made for this."

You look at him with longing. He notices the look in your eyes and smirks a little. "You want more, don't you?" he whispers, his voice low and seductive.

“Yes please, I've never felt that way before,” you say desperately as you clasp your hands to his shirt. His smirk widens as you grab onto his shirt, pulling him closer to you. He's clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. "I know you haven't," he says, his voice taking on a teasing edge. "And I bet there are plenty of other things I can make you feel, too."

He leans down, his lips just brushes against your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. "I'll bet I can make you feel even better than this," he murmurs, his hand sliding down your side.

You nod excitedly. “Oh I guess,” you murmur longingly as you press yourself against him. He laughs softly, his hand roaming over the curves of your body. "You're so eager," he says, his voice growing huskier. "I like that." His lips move down, trailing across your collarbone, his kisses soft and teasing.

"You taste sweet," he murmurs against your skin, his lips hot and wet. "I could eat you up." He bites gently on your neck, and you whimper, unable to stop the sound from escaping your lips.

You grip his shirt even tighter, desperate for more contact. "Please," you gasp, your voice betraying just how much you want him. "Don't stop."

Sang woo smiled and unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his boxers, just enough to reveal his cock. He took your knees and put them around his hips and rubbed himself without entering, making you moan. "Please, I want you inside me" you begged. Sang woo chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. "So impatient," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "I like it"

He enters in one fell swoop and you scream, gripping him tighter. “So big,” you mutter, moaning. Sang woo groans as he enters you, your body's sudden tightness driving him wild. "God, you're so tight," he gasps.His eyes darken, as if he's struggling to keep control. "I can't believe how good you feel," he says, his voice strained. "You're driving me crazy."

You moan and pull him into a kiss.He kisses back, his mouth hot and demanding against yours. His body moves against you, his hips driving hard and fast, drawing out sounds of ecstasy from you that you didn't even know you were capable of making. It's like he knows exactly how to make your body sing, bringing every nerve ending alive with pleasure.You're completely lost in the sensations, consumed by the fire that's burning between you. Your body is on autopilot, every muscle tight and trembling with pleasure. All you can focus on is him and the way he makes you feel, like you're being unraveled and stitched together again all at once.You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. You don't want any distance between you, wanting him as close as possible, wanting to feel every inch of him.

You feel his breath against your skin, hot and uneven. His hands are everywhere, touching you everywhere, as if he needs to touch every part of you at once. And you're burning under his touch, every brush of his skin against yours adding fuel to the fire that's consuming you.With every push Sang woo gave you, you screamed 'yes'. Every push of his body against yours drives you higher and higher, the sensations so intense that you can't even form words anymore. All you can do is gasp and moan, your voice getting louder with every passing second.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you keep saying, the words tumbling from your mouth like a desperate mantra. You feel like you're going to explode, like you're being taken to the edge of a cliff and pushed over, leaving you to dangle in mid-air.

"Sang woo" you scream in pleasure.

He moans at the sound of his name, the sound coming out like a low growl. "You're so hot when you scream my name," he mutters, his face pressed against your shoulder.

You whimpered at his words and could feel how his cock was introducing you to parts of your body you never knew existed. Every movement, every touch feels like a revelation, as if he's mapping out territory that no one has ever explored before. You feel like he has toed and touched every nerve ending in your body, awakening sensations that you had never fathomed possible before.

It's as if he's reaching places so deep inside you that you didn't even know they existed. And yet, it doesn’t feel strange or uncomfortable, it feels right. It feels perfect."Look at you moaning for me baby girl, your boyfriend ain't fucking you like he should, huh?" he growled slamming himself deeper into you.

Your body tenses at his words and at the increased force of his movements. "He couldn't," you gasp. "Never like this."

"Because he's not me," Sang woo says, his voice taking on a possessive edge. "And you're mine."His movements become even more intense, and it feels like he's trying to claim every part of you.

"This pussy is magic, I would die buried inside this hot pussy" Sang woo growls as he thrusts harder into you. Every word out of his mouth fuels the fire inside you. Your body is on fire, consumed by the pleasure and the intensity of it all. And you don't ever want it to stop.

"Tell me it's mine" he demands, his voice rough and dominant. You can feel the tension in his body, the need to claim you.

“My pussy is yours,” you moan. A pleased smile spreads across his face at your words, his eyes darker and even more intense. "That's right," he grits out, his voice strained. "It's all mine."

He claims your mouth with his, the kiss hard and possessive, as if he's marking you as his and his alone.

"You belong to me," he says against your lips, his words edged with a primal, possessive edge. "Every part of you."He takes you with a fervor that leaves you breathless, as if he's trying to pour every bit of himself into you, to make you completely and utterly his.

“Open your mouth,” he orders you.

You obey, your mouth parting instinctively as if he's already trained you to respond to him without question.Sang woo spits in your mouth and fucks you harder. "Swallow"

You swallow reflexively, the act feeling almost submissive. But there's something about it that excites you, knowing that he's completely taking control and you're willingly giving him that power.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, sounding satisfied, as if he's enjoying the power he holds over you.

“I have to come,” you mutter, moaning, scratching his back.

"Please," you gasp, "I need - I need..." you're unable to form the words, so consumed by the sensations coursing through you.

And Sang woo knows exactly what you need, as if he's tuned in to your body, reading your responses in a way that's almost uncanny."Let go," he urges, his voice commanding. "Let it happen."It's as if he's commanding the orgasm out of you, his words holding that power over you, making you tremble helplessly as you're unable to deny a word.

You could feel Sang woo was about to come too and was about to come out but you wrapped your thighs tightly around him and made him come inside you. You both moaned. Your body trembles uncontrollably as you feel him spill inside you, his body shuddering with release. "Jesus," Sang woo mutters, his forehead resting on your shoulder. "You're gonna be the death of me."

“Don’t you mind if I forced you to come inside me?” You whisper, stroking his back. He chuckles softly at your question, his face still buried against your shoulder. "No, I don't mind," he says, his voice rough but amused. "But you're a little trouble, aren't you?"

You giggle softly, stroking his hair. "It's your fault, you awakened a part of me that I thought I didn't have."

He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes dark and intense. "I did, huh?" he says, a little smugly. But there's something almost tender in his gaze too, as if he's pleased that he could bring out this side of you."Well, I'm not complaining," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your neck. "I kind of like this side of you."

"Even if it's a little bit trouble?" you ask teasingly, running your fingers through his hair.

He chuckles again, his lips tracing a path along your collarbone. "Especially if it's a bit of trouble," he says, his voice low and rough. "Keeps things interesting."You moan softly at the feeling of his lips against your skin, the sensation sending small sparks of pleasure through you. "Is that so?" you murmur, your body arching slightly.

"Mhm," he hums, his mouth making its way to your ear. "I like a bit of trouble." He bites gently on your earlobe, drawing another soft moan from you.

"And you," he continues, his breath warm against your ear, "are definitely trouble."There's a possessive edge to his tone that sends a shiver down your spine, a reminder that he considers you his.He pulls back slightly so he can look at you, his eyes roaming over your face. "But you're my trouble," he says, his gaze hot and possessive.

You smile and hug him, kissing him. He responds to the kiss fiercely, his arms wrapping around you tightly, pulling you closer against him. It feels like he can't get enough of you, his body and mouth desperate for more of your touch, your taste.

You grind against his cock moaning. "I want it inside me again" you mutter moaning.He lets out a low moan at your words, his body already responding to your touch. "Greedy," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "You just can't get enough, can you?"

“I think I'm addicted to your cock, Doctor,” you whisper seductively as you grind against his cock. A groan escapes his lips and he clutches you tighter, his body responding eagerly to your words and your movements. "You have no idea what you do to me," he mutters, his voice strained.

"The things I want to do to you" he continues, his words almost a growl. "The things I want to make you feel."

You grind yourself even harder moaning and Sang woo grinds himself against you. You're both lost in the sensations, all thoughts driven away by the fire that's consuming you. Every touch, every movement, just adding fuel to the flames licking at your skin.

"I'd like to fuck you again but I have another visitor in five minutes." Sang woo says rubbing himself on your wet pussy for him.

You whine softly at the thought of stopping, your body protesting the idea. "So soon?" you protest, your voice edged with a needy desperation."I know," he mutters, his face buried in your neck, "trust me, I don't want to either."

“We’ll be quick,” you plead, grinding yourself against his cock. “Just keep rubbing yourself,” you moan.

He groans at your words, his self-control straining. "You're killing me," he mutters, his voice almost a pained gasp.Despite your words, he knows that taking you again would be risky. It wouldn't just be a quick moment, it would be everything.

“Come on love,rub yourself on my pussy, just so we can finish faster” you murmured, moaning as you continued to grind against his cock.

He cursed softly under his breath, his body shaking with need. "You're testing my control," he muttered, his voice strained.But despite his words, he couldn't deny the overwhelming desire coursing through him, the need to satisfy you and himself, even if it was just a small amount while still maintaining control.

He pushed himself against you, his movements becoming rougher and more urgent. He was desperately trying to satisfy the need between you, not caring about the risk or the potential consequences.

You moan and rub yourself against him, stroking his hair. His hair is soft under your touch, the strands like silk between your fingers. He moans against your neck, his breath hot and uneven against your skin.

He can't help but respond to your touch, his body moving against yours almost instinctively. The need, the desire, it's all-consuming.

Your hands are everywhere, roaming over his body, trying to touch every inch of him. It's like you can't get enough, like you're trying to memorize every curve and line of his flesh.

You both come rubbing against each other and you smile looking at the clock. "Just in time" you whisper kissing him. He huffs out a breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're a menace," he says, but there's a fondness in his voice that betrays his true feelings.

"I don't know how you do that," he adds, his body still trembling with the after-effects of your encounter. "Make me forget everything but you."

You smile and caress his cheeks. “Give me your number,” Sang woo whispers. “I want to see you again.”

You smile at his words, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Of course," you say softly, taking out your phone from your purse. You exchange numbers with him, fingers brushing against each other in the process.

"When can I see you again?" he asks, his voice betraying just how eager he is to see you again.

“As often as you want,” you say softly. He smiles at your words, looking satisfied with your answer. "I'll hold you to that," he says, a hint of a challenge in his tone, as if he's already making plans for your next encounter.

You smile and walk away from him, getting dressed. "Thanks for visit," you murmur amusedly, hugging him.

He chuckles softly at your words, returning the hug, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "Always a pleasure," he says, his voice taking on a teasing edge. "Can't wait until your next 'appointment'."

You laugh softly, leaning your head against his chest for a moment before pulling away. "I'll see you, doctor," you say, giving him one last smile before exiting the room.

He watches you leave, his gaze appreciating your figure before the door closes . He sighs, his heart still racing. He can't remember the last time a patient had such an effect on him.

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ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ's ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ

ʙᴇʀʟɪɴ/ sᴏɴɢ ᴊᴜɴɢ ʜᴏ x ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

A.N.: I was so disappointed there wasn't much on this fine piece of a man yet. Then I remember, "Wait, I can write…." Sooo, I put something out! Enjoy while I work on requests. 

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): sᴍᴜᴛ ᴡ/ᴏ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

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"Hahh… hahh, sir…! Ahhh!" 

A nip to your helix has you shuddering, the rumbling laughter of the man having goosebumps run across your body.  "Shhh, you don't want to alert the others, now do you…?" He whispers, his clothed chest flush against your bare back as hot breath tickles your ear, hands gripping your waist and pulling you back into his hips. "It'd be such a shame if we can't finish. You wouldn't want that, right…?"

You shake your head, mewling as he sinks you back onto his cock, gasping at the stretch of his thick girth, clenching your thighs together whilst tears lear at your eyes. For a criminal, he really knew how to break a woman, how to have her melt into a babbling mess under his touch and still wish for more. 

A stream of pants and small whines slip past your parted lips, gripping onto the desk presiding in the main office of operations, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the crown of his cock presses against your cervix. He groans, burying his face into your hair, screwing his eyes shut from your tight cunt constricts around him. The man could feel himself getting lost in your warmth, knowing it would be difficult to push back his own release from coming early. God, he was grateful you two were the only ones awake — for now.

He laughs breathlessly, a single hand trailing up your body and wrapping around your pretty throat. He gives a few squeezes, eliciting an adorable whine from you. Berlin hums, satisfied with your answer, knowing the cute little assistant wanted this just as much as him. "Of course you don't, darling…. Can't have my favorite girl left in such an unsatisfied position. Mm, f-fuck…!"

The feeling of his palm against your windpipe had blood rushing to your head, head spinning as your senses heightened, whimpering pathetically as you gushed around his shaft once more. You couldn't keep count how many times you cummed, but you didn't care. Fuck, you couldn't care as long as he keeps fucking you like you were nothing more than his own damn personal coccksleeve. Shame bubbled in your chest at the thought, only to be ignored by how his tongue ran across the flesh of your shoulder, painting the canvas of your body with dark welts, bringing you back to your own filthy desires. 

The world be damned, you craved the criminal and the pleasure he gave you — the attention, the compliments, the feeling of being wanted — you craved it all. And now, you were more than addicted and he knew it.

You start pushing your hips back into his pelvis, desperately fucking yourself on him in an attempt to reach the famailar high again, to feel him spill his fertile seed in your cunny. You sob pitifully, "O-Oh, sir, please, please, want – ah—hahhh…!"

"Hm? What? Tell me, what does my pretty girl want...?" He coos, tightening his hold on your throat. 

Throwing your pride aside, you plead to him, voice dripping with longing, "Need your cum, sir, please — please cum inside! Ngh–ahh!"

He stays silent for a moment, stuttering in his movements for a moment. His breath fans the shell of your ear, muttering, "Are you sure? Because once you agree, I will not hold myself back anymore…."

The dangerous edge dripping in his voice made your core throb, nodding frantically as he chuckled in pure delight. You truly were a whore. 

Berlin bites his tongue and swallows dryly, letting go of your throat and leaning up. Who was he to deny your wish, he thought before rutting into you, clutching your plush. You were nothing but obedient and so very giving, now, it was up to him to graciously return the favor.

Dark hues trail to where you two connect, mesmerized at the sight of your dripping  pussy, arousal stringing to his dick as he pistons his hips in and out your weeping heat. A  squeal rips from your throat as he pumps inside your poor cunt with fervor, determined to coat your walls with his cum, wanting to see your young cunny filled to the brim.  The sounds of slapping skin and  squelching came in continuous wet clicks, resonating in the empty room. Oh it all created such a sinful symphony of lust.

A series of broken moans drifted in the air, mixing with your cries and chanting of his name, arching your spine and clawing at the wooden surface. Praises trickled from his mouth, shaft twitching and balls tightening as he dragged his cock, whispering how well you were taking him – how beautiful you were, how precious you were to him, and he couldn't wait to make you his for good.

Each sugar-coated word had you reeling and soon, believing every promise as your orgasm washed over you in waves, clenching and releasing around him as your juices dribbled down the curve of your ass. He did not deter and merely quickened his pace, chuckling darkly at the irony of the situation. 

Berlin, however, was not even close to being done and now that you made it abundantly clear how much you wanted him, he would use it to his advantage. You were a wicked rapture of his own creation, and he would be stupid to not abuse the emotions you held towards him.

Afterall, he needed some way to pass the time and someone like you to make the stress of the heist all the worth bearing. 

You'd forgive him though, right?

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©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

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𓆩♱𓆪

♡Squid Game Men

on Valentines Day♡

SANG-WOO

<3 He’s a cold man, hard to read sometimes and perhaps not the most emotionally in tune person. For you though, he does everything he can to make you feel loved and happy. Some times you can see that him being out of his comfort zone is making him a little uncomfortable, for example PDA. You tell him he doesn’t need to, you know how much he loves you, but he insists on it.

<3 Everything is booked in advance, he has time off work too. He’s a very organised man, and doesn’t like the idea of rushing an evening with you.

THANOS

<3 His plans are a lot more relaxed than the other men. Poorly planned but more due to him overthinking what he should do. He orders your favourite takeaway and set ups the bedroom with some candles and flowers. You snuggle and watch movies together.

<3 Writes a short rap to perform for you and only you about how beautiful you are. It’s make you giggle which he loves.

GI-HUN

<3 He starts the day by knocking on your door with a big bouquet of flowers and huge grin on his face.

<3 Gi Hun is all over you the whole day. He’s taking you out for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Goes for a walk around the town. Anything he can think of to show you off to everyone and spend the day by your side.

IN HO

<3 In Ho buys you a stunning dress and makes plans at a very classy restaurant to treat you like a princess. Stares at you like you’re on the menu all night.

<3 A true gentleman all day, arm around waist hand on knees always trying to find a way to touch you. Very possessive in public.

Oops posted this a lil late!

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Heyyyyy! Can you write a teacher’s pet type of sangwoo x female reader fic ?? And ofc the reader is not a minor!

Will be working on this one next!!

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Can I get a Cho sangwoo smut where he's all busy and worked up from his Job and takes it out on us?

Finished and posted!!

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can you like where reader and sang woo are at the club together and someone tries to mess with the reader (prob a guy) and sang woo protects her

Done!!

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Stress Reliever

Cho Sang Woo x Reader

Request - anonymous

Synopsis - Sang Woo having a long day at work appears at your door.

Warnings - MDNI, Smut, dom!sangwoo, p in v, idk what other warnings to give usual sex stuff I guess.

After your much-needed stroll through the neighborhood, hands full of unnecessary food you had randomly bought from the corner shop, you stop just before reaching your apartment.

There, sitting on your stairs, is Cho Sang-Woo, his head resting against your door, a cigarette held loosely in his right hand. He hasn’t noticed you yet. You take the opportunity to observe him. He looks annoyed… stressed? Whatever it is, it doesn’t seem positive.

Walking up to him, “Sang-Woo? Are you okay?”

He doesn’t respond but stands up, waiting for you to open the door. You do so quietly, clearly not wanting to provoke his already bad temper. He follows behind you as you walk up the stairs.

Once inside, he grabs your groceries and sets them down for you—roughly.

Raising a brow, you turn and start taking your jacket off. While your back is turned, you ask, “You going to speak to me, or just brood?”

“Stop talking. I’m not in the mood for a conversation,” he mutters.

Turning around, ready to make a snarky comment about him arriving at your house uninvited.

You're immediately pinned up against the wall, his mouth on yours, tasting of cigarettes and coffee. You try your hardest to refrain from moaning into the kiss. Squirming, trying to get out of his grip to lay into him for being a dick, quickly you feel him through his jeans, heat starts coursing through you and building in your stomach rapidly.

“Stop squirming and be quiet. I’ve had a rough day, and I’m using you to feel better, okay, baby? Can you do that for me?” he groans, grinding into you.

“Use your words, darling,” he says again.

Your cheeks heat up as you stutter slightly. “Yes,” you whisper as he starts kissing and nipping up your neck.

“Good girl, that’s what I thought,” he growls, spinning you around and pinning you to the wall. He quickly pulls up your skirt and your panties down.

“Look at you, enjoying this—and to think you were gonna tell me off,” he grumbles into your ear.

Before you can say anything more, he plunges into you, without warning. Putting his fingers in your mouth keeping your moans muffled, almost gagging you. “Fuck, this is exactly what I needed” he groans loudly.

He starts picking up the pace, working your hole. You can already feel yourself clenching around him—the pace he’s setting is brutal, almost too much. Tears stream down your face as you’re fucked into a state of bliss.

“Look at you, crying. Such a pretty sight,” you hear him smirk.

All sense of dignity leaves you, only turning you on more.

“Please, Sangwoo,” you plead, needing him to touch you more.

“Only because you’re taking it so well,” he says, moving his hand down circling your clit. The heat curling in your belly making you feel dizzy.

“So good for me, clenching so hard,” he moans loudly.

Your apartment is full of explicit sounds. Normally, you would care or worry about your roommate overhearing, but you just can’t bring yourself to.

You start to feel his breaths stagger and his rhythm become sloppier. He works your clit so well, making your vision almost darken from how hard you cum.

Leaning against the wall, trying to keep yourself up, you hear him cum behind you.

You're both there, panting, trying to catch each other's breaths.

Standing there for a few seconds, he turns and kisses your temple before pulling out of you and tucking himself back in.

Turning around, you find him looking far chirpier, a smirk on his face.

Just as you pull your trousers up, the door unlocks, and your roommate walks in. Poor Gi-hun. You’re both dressed, but judging by how disheveled and out of breath you are, he quickly gathers what happened.

He makes a face. “Gross. Not in the kitchen, please.”

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More than enemies-Cho Sang woo

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

The conflict had become your daily bread. Every day, every interaction, was a new opportunity to challenge each other, to throw sharp jabs, to ridicule each other. Neither of you ever gave in. The silence was tense, but it was soon shattered by another exchange that seemed to never end. The room, though small, felt too big to contain the tension between you and Sang-woo.

“You really don’t understand a damn thing, do you?” Sang-woo huffed, crossing his arms with an air of superiority. “Do you think I’m talking to please you?”

You didn’t even need to respond right away. You knew there was no reasoning with him, but his words always hurt, more than you ever wanted to admit. “I don’t care if you’re talking to please me,” you replied coldly, “but maybe you should learn to respect people instead of thinking they’re beneath you.”

Sang-woo laughed, but it was a laugh full of contempt. “Respect? Have you ever wondered why I don’t respect you? Maybe because you don’t deserve respect.”

His words stung, but you weren’t going to back down. “Maybe you should look at yourself in the mirror, Sang-woo. Because all I see is a man who’s trying to look bigger than he really is.”

The others, sitting in the corner of the room, were enjoying the spectacle of your constant back-and-forth. Gi-hun was the first to laugh, amused by the way you two were challenging each other like a pair of wild animals ready to pounce. Ali, with his always genuine smile, looked confused but intrigued by the situation. Sae-byeok, on the other hand, observed silently, her sharp gaze tracking every move, every word, as though it was a chess game where you two were the key pieces.

“Look at them, looks like they’re putting on a show,” Gi-hun whispered, but loud enough to be heard. “There’s more tension here than in one of our games.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them breaks down,” Ali added, chuckling. “They’re so used to fighting, I don’t think they can stop.”

Sae-byeok lifted the corner of her mouth, watching intently, as though she was trying to figure out where this dynamic would lead. “There’s got to be something more to it,” she said seriously. “It’s not just hate.”

You could feel your blood boiling, the anger burning inside, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break. “Yeah, sure, as if you’re the only one here with a brain,” you replied, but the sarcasm in your voice didn’t hide the frustration eating away at you.

Sang-woo, however, wasn’t backing down. “You don’t get it, do you? That’s exactly what pisses me off about you. Always acting tough, but underneath that hard exterior, there’s just a bunch of weaknesses.”

Your heart felt like it was going to burst, but before you could respond, Gi-hun threw a glance between you and Sang-woo. “Okay, guys, enough, we can’t be here all day watching you two fight,” he said, his tone joking but a little nervous, as if he was trying to calm the situation. “Please, at least let us breathe.”

Ali chuckled. “I think we’ve just witnessed a new form of psychological torture.”

Sae-byeok remained silent, but a small smile crept onto her face as she watched the way you both provoked each other, as though she was taking mental notes for something that might come in handy later.

But you knew, despite everything, it wasn’t over. The war between you and Sang-woo would never end. It didn’t matter how much you hated each other. It was too deep, too ingrained. And you both knew it.

After a while you get the guard to take you to the bathroom and sang woo follows you. Since the bathrooms were unique for both males and females.You were washing your hands when you heard his voice.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk on his face.“You don’t need to hide in the bathroom to avoid me, you know,” he said, his tone a mix of mockery and amusement.You turn around, looking at him boredly. "Now a person can't go to the bathroom because otherwise it will make your head go up" you say approaching him.

Sang-woo chuckled. "Oh, come on, we both know that’s not what I meant." He didn’t flinch as you got closer; the smirk on his face only seemed to intensify."Besides, you’re not exactly subtle," he said, tilting his head to one side. "It’s almost pathetic, the way you try to avoid me."

Your blood boiled at his words, but you kept your cool, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you get worked up. "I’m not avoiding you," you replied, your voice tinged with irritation. "I just find you absolutely insufferable."

His smirk grew wider, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Oh, please, you’re not fooling anyone." He took a step closer, closing the distance between you two. "The way you glare at me, the way you snap at my every word, it’s clear that I get under your skin," he said, his voice low and taunting.

You backed away instinctually as he stepped closer, but you quickly regained your composure, refusing to let him get the upper hand. "Don’t flatter yourself,” you retorted. “You’re not the first arrogant, overconfident prick I’ve had to deal with.”

Sango woo looks at you and grabs you by the neck pushing you against the bathroom wall. “careful how you talk little girl” Sang woo says looking at you as his grip on your neck tightened.

Your heart jumped at the sudden physical contact and the way he pressed you against the wall, his grip around your neck tight and threatening. "What, you can't handle hearing the truth?" You retorted, trying to keep your voice from quivering, even as his grip tightened, making it harder to talk.He leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. "You really enjoy pushing my buttons, don’t you?"

You tried to stand your ground, ignoring the way your heart raced in your chest and your breath caught in your throat, but the close proximity to him and the grip he had on your neck made it difficult to think straight. "At least I'm not afraid to be honest, unlike some people," you manage to say, glaring up at him defiantly.

Sang-woo’s grip tightened even more, his fingers digging into your skin almost painfully, as if to punish you for your stubbornness. He leaned in even closer, his face only inches from yours now, his gaze intense and unyielding."Honesty, huh?" He huffed, his voice a low growl. "Or perhaps you’re just too stupid to know when to keep your mouth shut."

Sang-woo’s eyes widened slightly as your hand touched his arm, and his grip on your neck loosened just a bit. He noticed you looking at his lips, and for a brief moment, it seemed like something passed between you two, an almost electric energy flowing through the air. He held your gaze, his expression still hardened, but there was a glimmer of something in his eyes, a hint of surprise and perhaps a shadow of something else.

Sang woo kisses you roughly without saying anything. The kiss took you by surprise, Sang-woo's lips pressing against yours roughly, demanding and controlling. You felt a mix of shock and defiance, but something deep within you responded to the kiss, a desire you'd never wanted to admit being ignited. For a moment, everything else melted away, the tension and animosity that always hung between you two seemed to vanish. There was just the two of you, the feel of his lips on yours, the firm grip of his hand on your neck.

You moan softly and try to hold on to him. Sang-woo's lips moved from your lips to your jawline, your neck, creating a trail of kisses that sent shivers down your spine. He pushed you harder against the wall, his grip around your waist tight and possessive. The sound of your soft moan seemed to awaken something in him, a feral hunger that made his actions more urgent. "You’re mine now," he whispered against your skin, his voice raspy and possessive.

You moan and give him more space as you look at him longingly. Sang-woo’s eyes darkened with desire as he pressed himself against you, his body molding to yours in a way that felt both dangerous and intoxicating. He moved his hand from your neck to your face, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, his touch almost caressing. "You’ve been mine since the moment we met," he whispered, his voice rough with a possessive edge.

Your breath hitched at his words, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew the truth in them, even though you’d always denied it. There was something about him, a darkness and intensity that called to something deep within you. His grip on your waist tightened, and he pulled you even closer, his lips against your ear. "Say you’re mine," he demanded, his voice low and seductive.

“I'm yours,” you whisper, clinging to him, kissing his jaw. Sang-woo let out a low moan as your lips touched his jaw, his hand on your waist sliding up to your back, pulling you even closer.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He caught your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You have no idea what you do to me," he said, his eyes dark and hooded, his breath fanning across your face.

He takes off your sweatpants and underwear and quickly unwinds you and turns you gently against the wall, entering you, making you both moan. “So tight,” he whispers in his ear as he pushes into you. You moan and lean into him and Sang woo nips at your neck, making you moan lo

“You make such beautiful sounds” Sang woo whispers as he places his hands tighter on your hips fucking you harder.

“Sang woo” you moan loudly as you lean against the wall and he grunts. Sang-woo growls lowly, the sound sending a jolt through your body. He pushes you harder against the wall, trapping you between it and his body, his hands roaming over you possessively.

"Say it again," he demands, his lips moving down to your neck, trailing kisses along the sensitive skin. "Say my name again."

“Sango woo” you moan even louder feeling his thrusts increase. Sang-woo lets out a guttural moan as you say his name, his grip on you tightening almost to the point of pain.

"That’s right," he breathes, his voice ragged, barely coherent as he continues to move against you, his desires taking over all reason. "Moan my name, let me hear you." Every sound you make, every gasp and moan drives him wilder. He can hardly control himself, the primal need to claim you, to make you his and only his, is all-consuming. His lips move back to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites, marking you as his.

He bites down on a sensitive spot on your neck and you let out a yelp of pain, but he just laughs against your skin, the pain adding another layer to the overwhelming sensations. Sang-woo's body is pressed tightly against yours, his muscles rippling with the effort to hold himself back. He can sense he’s on the edge, his breath ragged and his heart pounding.

"You're going to make me lose control," he mutters against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along your collarbone. His hands roams over your body, leaving burning trails wherever they touch. He grabs onto your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh, as if he's trying to brand you with his touch.

He pushes his cock into you even harder making you both cum. At that moment Sae byeok, Gi hun and Ali come in since they were worried that you hadn't come back. And when they see the scene Ali giggles. “Finally,” Gi-hun murmurs.

Sang-woo freezes, his body still pressed against you as Sae-byeok and Gi-hun appear in the doorway, their expressions a mix of surprise and disbelief. It takes a moment for the reality of the situation to sink in, and a wave of shame and embarrassment washes over both of you. Ali laughs heartily, clearly finding the entire situation amusing. "Looks like we were right!" he exclaims.

Sang woo covers your body with his. “Go away” Sang woo murmurs who was still inside you.

Gi-hun and Sae-byeok exchange amused glances, but both of them seem to realize the gravity of the situation. "Alright, alright, we'll go," Gi-hun relents, grabbing Ali's arm and heading for the door. "You two behave yourselves."

Ali's laughter trails behind him as they exit, leaving you and Sang-woo alone once again, but this time with the aftermath of what had just happened.

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Girls Night

Cho Sang Woo x reader

Request: anonymous

Summary: A spontaneous girls night is interrupted by an unwanted guest.

Warnings: kissing?

I couldn’t remember the last time I actually went out and let my hair down. Work had been relentless—non-stop, brain-numbing torture just to scrape by paycheck to paycheck. It was exhausting. Soul-crushing, even.

So, I messaged the girls. We need a night out.

Thank god they all agreed. Friday. Drinks. Dancing.

It was in the calendar, and nothing—absolutely nothing—was going to get in the way of me losing my mind on the dance floor, ten shots deep.

Well. Almost nothing.

Just as I was halfway through getting ready, a knock sounded at my door. I groaned, annoyed at the interruption. Wrapped in nothing but a towel, hair dripping onto my shoulders, I yanked the door open, fully prepared to tell off whoever thought now was a good time to bother me.

Then I froze.

Sang Woo.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, dark eyes flickering over me in amusement.

“Nice outfit,” he said, smirking.

I scowled. “What do you want?”

He leaned against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. “Missed me?”

I exhaled sharply, my night already getting more complicated than I’d planned.

“What are your plans tonight?” he smirked, still leaning against my doorframe.

I huffed, turning around and leaving the door open for him to follow me in. “Why do you ask, Sang Woo? We haven’t spoken in over a week,” I sighed, feigning disinterest.

“I’ve been busy. Let me make it up to you,” he smiled.

“No can do. Girls' night. And you’re very much not invited.” I turned around, hands on my hips, praying to dear god the towel stayed up.

- - - - -

Safe to say, he wasn’t bothered by my clear instructions to stay behind.

Now, walking down the street, Sang Woo strolled casually beside me, cigarette in hand, dressed annoyingly well.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy his pestering. It had been a while since I’d seen my on-and-off-again friend with benefits. I mean, I guess you could call it that—it was an interesting arrangement.

I had met Sang Woo through a mutual friend. Gi-Hun, the absolute sweetheart that he is, introduced me to this infuriating man. Sadly, Sang Woo didn’t share his friend’s cheerful nature.

Hearing the loud music as I approached the strip, I suddenly heard my name being called out.

The girls were huddled together in their mini skirts, waving at me excitedly. I ran over, giggling, and pulled them all into a hug.

As soon as I let go, they opened their mouths, ready to say something—until their eyes flicked behind me. Eyebrows were definitely raised.

“I’m sorry, girls, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Trust me, though, let’s just pretend he’s not here,” I whispered—loud enough for Sang Woo to hear.

I heard him chuckle behind me.

“Oh, please, Y/N,” one of the girls giggled. “We all know you’re gonna struggle to ignore him.”

Walking into the bar, the group definitely garnered some looks. Can’t blame them really, the girls looked incredible. Trust them to go all out. Heading to the bar, I start to order a very strong drink.

“Hi, can I get a double—“ you were rudely cut off.

“Rum and coke—make that two, please, on card.”

I turn to see I hadn’t managed to lose Sang Woo in the crowd. He stood behind me, smug smile, hand ghosting my hip.

“You’re infuriating.” I mutter.

“Only for you.” His whispers into my ear.

I happily take his drink, making full eye contact, gulping it down. A bit of the drink dribbles slightly down my chin. I watch his eyes follow the droplet, hand raising to swipe it with his thumb, catching my lips ever so slightly.

I blush, turning my head, looking for the girls—finding them giggling, looking my way, mocking the lip swipe and swooning.

Ignoring Sang Woo, I rush over to my closest friend, grabbing her hand and yanking her to the dance floor. If he was going to be a menace, I’d be much worse.

I sway my hips to the music, base thumping as the alcohol shoots straight to my head.

“Girl, he’s looking at you like he’s going to eat you alive,” my friend shouts over the music with a grin on her face.

“Let him look,” I giggle, alcohol giving me some liquid courage.

After a few more rounds of shots, each one of the girls taking their turn to pay, I was definitely feeling the liquor in my legs.

I stray off to the dance floor, feeling the music, waiting for the girls to join.

I feel a hand on my waist—thinking it’s one of the girls, swaying with them to the music. Whoever the hand belongs to grips me slightly tighter, hand wandering further towards my ass.

Turning around to make a joke to one of my friends about being a perv, only to find a complete stranger.

Shocked at first, I stop dancing and move away, spotting the girls coming towards me.

“Where do you think you’re going, pretty?” he says, giving a slimy smile.

I ignore him, weaving through the crowd, only to be grabbed by the wrist.

“Not a chance. You were just grinding on me—I want you to finish the dance,” he growls, pulling at me.

This guy was truly gross.

“Get your hands off of her now.”

I hear a voice boom through the crowd.

The creepy guy turns to see Sang Woo walking toward us, a scowl on his face.

“Now, why would I do that, old man?” he laughs, clearly feeling cocky.

Before I can open my mouth to tell the guy to fuck off, Sang Woo swings for him.

Before I could scream, they’re both on the floor. Sang Woo pins the guy as he pulls his fist back, ready to strike again.

“Fine, keep your whore,” shouts the perv, trying to save himself from the coming onslaught of punches.

The girls gather around me, asking whether I’m fine. Honestly, I’m more than okay—truthfully, slightly turned on. Seeing the usual well-kept Sang Woo with messy hair, looking feral, did things to me.

The crowd starts to open up around the fight. Chants begin, alerting the bouncers.

“Apologize to my girl,” Sang Woo growls.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, Jesus, please get off me, man!” the guy pleads.

They’re both pulled apart and escorted out of the club. With some boos from the crowd they go back to the usual antics of the night.

I turn to look at the girls, mouths open—speechless, to say the least. They all look at me with smiles, some with their arms crossed.

“Girl, just go. You’re clearly gonna get laid to the high heavens; that’ll at least be a good stress reliever. We can always go out tomorrow night,” one of them giggles and gives me a wink.

I roll my eyes trying to hide my blush, saying my goodbyes.

Heading outside to find Sang Woo sorting his jacket out, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He spots me, strolling over and pinning me to the wall. Luckily, the streets are quiet, as it’s on the later side of the night.

He says nothing but brings his lips to mine. Giving me a rough kiss, clearly riled up by the fight.

“I hate it when they touch what’s mine,” he whispers into my ear as he leaves hot kisses down my neck.

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OMG my first fic! Hope you enjoy, please be nice I’m new to this!

[ellfucksup]

All because of me || Cho Sang-woo x fem!Reader (oneshot) SMUT!!

suggested by: anonymous!

author’s note: if I didn’t make it clear in the title THIS IS SMUTTY! so if you feel uncomfortable with sexual content please do NOT read this fic! Also this is my first smut ever so if it’s poorly written, I apologise but I’m only used to reading smut not writing 😭 anyway enjoy!

player 218. The moment you laid eyes on him on the first game , red light green light , you knew you hated him. He looked like one of those people who you just look at their face and you know that they’re not likeable. Yes , he was attractive, but for you it’s not enough to like someone.

Unfortunately, for both of you , you guys were on the same team. He was player’s 456 , or Gi Hun’s , childhood best friend and , as he called him , the pride of the neighbourhood. He really did look like someone sophisticated and smart but it still wasn’t enough for you to like him. The way he looked at you or the way he talked to you in a different manner than the others made your blood boil. He always had something to say , a comment to make , especially when you made a suggestion or a guess about what the next game was gonna be.

—what if they make us play ddakji again?

—no , they can’t do that. We’ve basically already played the game before and the one’s who got in here are the one’s who won the game so no one’s gonna die because we’re technically all good at ddakji.

He’s right. But you can’t possibly accept that he’s right , you can’t boost his ego. Your hands turn into fists , your knuckles turning white , as you click your tongue , letting out a “ts” , and look away in frustration. Sang-woo can’t help but let out a slight smirk at your frustration knowing that you know that he’s right.

player 218 or Sang-woo didn’t like you either. But it was a complete different reason for him. The moment he looked at you for the first time , he felt like falling in love. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before. But Sang-woo has a really bad drawback. He’s a cold person , which means he doesn’t let his true feelings out and always lets his ego control him. His feelings for you slowly turned into hate for you but deep down he knew he needed you. He had never felt so needy for a woman before. He loved your strong personality and how you always spoke your mind and wasn’t afraid to do anything. He knew that if you told him to get down on his knees , he would do it , no matter how much he “hates” you.

Your other teammates always thought there was something up with you and Sang-woo but didn’t mention it. Everytime you fought with Sang-woo , they would look at each other with a smirk and you would both scold them about it. You both hated the idea of even looking at each other.

The guards come in , guiding you to the next game’s area. You get into teams of ten people and of course the team you’re in involves Sang-woo too. You hated the fact that you were in the same team as him but he had potential and you knew he would help you and your team win.

and he really did. He was the one to come up with a plan the last minute , just when you were about to die. You’re now returning to the main room , all sweaty sitting on the bunk beds quietly after what you just experienced. Player 212 , one of your new teammates walks up to Sang-woo with a smirk.

—wow player 218 , you’re so smart and your idea was so good! You know , I really like smart guys…

For some reason , a pang of anger and jealousy fills your heart but ignore it completely just like it never happened. Sang-woo coldly nods at her and then looks away , showing no interest in what player 212 just said. Instead , he looks at you , dead in the eye , feeling the unspoken tension between you two. You didn’t know if he was eye-fucking you or looking at you with hate but you liked it. You wanted him to look at you. You needed his full attention on you. You couldn’t lie to yourself after all , no matter how much you “hated” him.

The guards come in again , announcing the amount if money increased and then telling you to get into lines to get your lunch. Just when you get up , you feel a strong hand gripping your arm and stopping you from moving.

—you’re seriously not even gonna thank me for saving your miserable life? Hah , how selfish.

When you hear those words , you try to control yourself to not beat him up or at least shout at him and confront him. You take a deep breath and turn around to look at him with a sarcastic smile.

—being a team and being friends is different. you’re not my friend which means I don’t have to thank you for anything. The fact that we’re in the same team and you happened to come up with a plan last minute does not mean you’re the one who saved my life. I could’ve made it in any other team just like I made it in this one. It’s all just a coincidence.

Sang-woo does not respond. He looks around and quickly drags you into the bathrooms and backs you against the wall , gripping your arms tightly so you don’t try to escape. He looks at you with a dark gaze in his eyes , his lips parted , as he’s about to speak.

—are you serious right now? I’ve accepted your bratty behaviour for so long but this is unacceptable. You could’ve died back there and I was the one who saved you. Cut this shit out , you couldn’t have made it without me or in any other team. You need me. So you better say thank you for saving your little insignificant miserable life or you’ll have to face the consequences of being a bitch.

You let out a sarcastic laugh and he looks at you with confusion. He thought he would scare you but definitely failed to.

—you really think I’m scared or hurt right now? I didn’t die back there because it wasn’t my time to die and don’t owe it to anyone. You saved your life not mine. Stop trying to be a smartass all the time and thinking you are special. You think you’re so special? Look at you. You’re here wearing the same uniform as me and all the other players. You’re just as miserable. So stop being an egoistic idiot and think before you speak.

You’re right and he knows it but doesn’t give up. Your bratty attitude makes his blood boil and his grip on your arms tightens.

—you think you’re so smart , huh? Do you want me to show you who the smart one is in here ,hm?

He says and comes closer to you , feeling the heart in his body against yours. His body pressed against yours makes you weak and needy for him but you try to play tough.

—I dare you.

You say , knowing the consequences of your action. There’s no going back now. With one move , his hands go to your waist , lifting you up and placing you on a sink , your head resting on the mirror behind you.

—you’re such a needy slut. Knowing that you’ll get fucked by your rival but still acting bratty. Fuck , you’re making my blood boil so much , I wanna hear you screaming my name until your throat goes numb.

He whispers to yours ear as his hands slide down to your hips , pressing you harder on the sink. His words are making so you wet , you’re trying so hard to hold back a moan. Sang-woo looks at you with a smirk , his body pressing harder against you.

—cat got your tongue? You’re so desperate to get fucked , huh?

his hands go to the waistband of your pants , sliding them down with one movement and pressing his thumb on your already wet underwear.

—so fucking wet for me already…

He mutters to himself but still audible to you. He rubs his thumb on your clothed pussy and you can’t help it anymore , moans slip out of your mouth without realising it.

—fuck , I fucking hate you

You moan and Sang-woo chuckles

—doesn’t seem like it…

He says with a wide smirk on his face and lifts you up again and gently places you on the floor. He quickly removes his clothes and before you know it , his hard cock is inside you , hitting immediately just right where you like it. Your moans get louder as his pace gets faster and faster.

—look at you , so desperate for me…if you were dead who would be fucking you like this , huh? You’re alive because of me , just fucking admit it.

you respond with a loud moan. You can’t even form a normal sentence, he’s fucking you so good , you’ve never felt like this before. The way he’s touching you just where you want it , it’s like he already knows your body so well.

He gets rougher and faster , making your eyes tear up and your moans turn into screams.

—fuck , I’m gonna cum

He groans , as he holds onto your hips for dear life. You keep screaming and moaning his name not caring if anyone outside hears you. The time has finally come , he moans , his pace slowing down as he fills you up. You both catch your breath , your bodies are sweaty and his hands are caressing your torso as he’s trying to come down from his high. He slips his cock out of your pussy and bends down , filling your neck with hot kisses.

—what do you say now , hm? Changed your mind?

you close your eyes , enjoying his hot kisses on your neck as you finally calm down. You know that he’s right , you knew it all along but who agrees with their enemy? Your hand reaches his head , caressing his hear and you respond in a low and soft tone.

—thank you Sang-woo…

you can feel his smirk while kissing you and he caresses your sides , softer this time as he’s finally heard what he wanted to hear.

outside of the bathroom , everyone is shocked to hear screams and moans from the bathroom , wondering who it is except for your team. They know exactly who it is and they’re not surprised. But later you guys will have to deal with their teasing and the funny looks they will give you.

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The endddd! Thank you so much for reading and a speacial thanks to the person who suggested it! I hope I reached your expectations and if I misunderstood your suggestion please correct me! Anyway , more fics coming soon!💞