OKAY FIRST OF ALL HEY BABY IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH
And yesssss I see the update where you’re writing for killing stalking!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 literally going to die I’m so happy
BUT OKAY, a chubby reader (yk your girl thicc 🤪) yandere/toxic relationship/SMUTTT with Sangwoo where he cheats on Y/n all the time but she’s cocky because he always comes back to them. Then one day Sangwoo gets upset by Y/n’s cockiness and he teaches her a lesson…..
I LOVE YOU BABE AND MUAHHH I MISSED YOU
LOSING YOU
OH SANGWOON X FEM!CHUBBY!READER
cw: degrading, dubcon, implied kidnapping, references to murder, infidelity, he’s just super mean and weird, jealousy, threats of murder
a/n: this one is so fucking late and i’m sorry but i did it! this is going to flop because i never post and it’s a weird one so reblog please i love you
“Y/N? You awake?”
Of course you are, you always wait for him.
“Yes. You’re back late.”
Your voice was quiet with fatigue, but he could hear you alright as he removed his clothes and dropped them beside the bed. You had your back to him, but you could hear the soft thud of his jeans coming down to the hardwood floor, you could hear his shirt land on the edge of the bed. The house was eerily quiet when he wasn’t there, you didn’t like when he was gone. He always came back though. Always.
“Yeah, I was talking to this girl, Jieun. She goes to the same university as me.”
He lifted the covers and slotted himself behind you, your ass tucked right into his crotch, and he slung his big arm across your chest. You could smell him, he reeked of alcohol and girl. You’re sure if you turned around you would see his neck littered in hickeys, the top of his shoulders covered in nail marks. It was the same every time he went out, but what did that matter?
Those girls may think they’ve done it, gotten sangwoo to ’open up’, show them the ‘real him’, but they’re wrong. They’re all wrong. Only you know sangwoo, the real him. He probably tells all those girls about some version of his tragic past, his abusive father, his suicidal mother, and they think they know all there is to know about him. Until the next day and there’s parts of them rotting in sangwoo’s trunk.
You know everything. And you love him anyway. You are the only one for him, and you know it. He always comes back. You know he belongs to you. With you. He needs you like air, every day he comes home and fucks you like an animal, holds you tight, kisses you, he’s even soft with you, real sappy and disgusting. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he likes you a lot, he just... has a short attention span. You’re all he thinks of when he gets home, and it’s not like he really thinks about the other girls. You know it means less than nothing to him with them, and that’s all that matters. And when they’re dead afterwards, there no competition of who he likes more. You were never a jealous type anyway.
“I had sex with her in the men’s bathroom. From behind, against the wall. Then up against the mirror.”
Well, that was new.
“Oh?” you said, ”Did you have fun?”
He never told you the details of his flings, he just didn’t try to hide them, so this was strange. Maybe it was a close call with the authorities and he’s anxious about it.
You feel an curt exhale on your back.
“Of course I had fun. She’s not dead if that’s what you’re thinking. We just fucked.”
Why was sangwoo being so strange?
“Ok,” you turned around to face him, still in his hold. You noticed it’s getting tighter. Just as you thought, you could see blotchy pink hickeys on his neck in the dimming light. His face was neutral, unreadable looking down at you. You can’t lie, he was intimidating like this. To survive sangwoo, to live with him, you have to read him, and read him you cannot.
“Are you alright sangwoo?”
“Obviously,” he snapped, before sighing,
”Don’t you even want to have sex?”
You nearly laughed, but it’s in your best interest not to.
“You mean right now? Aren’t you tired?”
“No I’m not tired!” his voice booms, and you flinch against the covers.
He rolled you over to your back and now he loomed above you, something burning in his eyes. His hands were either side of your face, and his knees caged in your body, tapering in at the thighs, pushing the fat around to a near painful squeeze.
“Whats wrong with you? Aren’t you angry? I fucked someone else, stupid bitch.”
Mouth slightly agape, you tried to process. You didn’t even react to the name calling anymore, although the throb of hurt would never go away.
“You want me to be angry with you?”
“No, of course I don’t. I just want to know why you’re so ok that I cheated on you.”
You had absolutely no idea what was going on, and you were afraid to ask.
Isn’t this every mans dream? A girl that doesn’t care when he sleeps around? What’s his problem?
“Sangwoo...” you breathed, struggling to find the words. You were so confused.
“You always come back,” you wait a second, and when he doesn’t seem to be appeased, you continue, “I don’t care because you always come back to me. I know you like me best, that’s all I care about.”
His frown falters, momentarily, before a meaner, colder look takes his face. In the darkness he’s still beautiful and terrifying.
He hated that you make him burn. Sangwoo doesn’t burn for anyone, he burns people. And yet, everything about you is so... he can’t put it into words how he needs you. The thought of you with another man makes him close to violence, very close. So why can’t you do the same? Why don’t you care? He knows you love him, he isn’t an idiot. But... you aren’t showing it how he wants. Maybe you’ve gotten a little too comfortable. Maybe he needs to rectify that.
“You think I need you that much?” his voice had dropped an octave, gotten quieter. You knew to be careful now.
“No, but-“
“You do, don’t you? You think I’m your lovesick puppy? You think you’re in control?”
“Sangwoo, you’re not-“
“Don’t try and deny it.” his face was blank, totally blank, eyes boring into yours. He stares at you a while longer, and when he got no reply, he continued.
“Well, you’re wrong Y/N. I don’t need you. You need me.”
“I know Sangwoo, I do need you,” your voice shook, heat of the bed doing nothing to quell the cold creeping up your spine.
“Do you think you’re the only one that makes me cum?”
“No, but-“
“But I’m the only one that makes you cum?”
“Well, yes-“
“So what are you so smug about? Get up.”
He leant back, away from you to let you obey him, and got up slowly, towering above you. He stood expectantly, and you stared up at him from the mattress, not quite sure what to think.
“I said, get up,” his tone was sharp, it was hard to disobey.
You pushed yourself up as fast as you could manage, rocking gently to your feet. Your arms hung awkwardly at your sides, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. His glare was unforgiving, but you couldn’t deny the throb in your clit at the anticipation.
“Turn around.”
And you did, a thrill running through your body. You were still stood stock still when he pried your arms from your sides and he pushed you against the wall, body pressing up against you. It hurt a little, but he was quick to make you forget.
Hands gripping your waist, he ground himself against your plump ass. Your hands were in front of you, bracing yourself against the wall. You made chopped breaths and little whimpers as he groaned into your skin, getting more and more annoyed at you; you drive him insane, why are you so calm? Why can’t you be like he is? You should be stupider, need him more. What the fuck is wrong with you?
He stopped grinding his erection on you all of a sudden, grip not relaxing for a second. Your eyes darted around the icy dark, heart thundering in your chest, face still against the wall.
“Sangwoo...” you whimpered, and he could feel the heart beat of your fat little pussy, “please, keep going.”
He huffed from his nose and his breathe ran down you neck once again.
“Then beg.”
Tears pricked your eyes as you stopped to process what he had said.
“Are you deaf? I told you to beg. Beg for me if you really want me that bad. Prove it.”
“Oh!”, you started as it clicked in your head, and the throbbing of your pussy became insatiable,”Please Sangwoo! Please, give it to me, please! I need you, please!”
He smiled at the whininess in your voice, the desperation. The need.
“I still don’t know if you deserve it,” he had taken on a playful tone now, temper seemingly subdued by your little display.
“Sangwoo!” you whined in protest, desperately pushing back into him. He groaned breathily at the feeling of your ass pressed right into him, the fat cushioning his cock teasingly.
His dick throbbed and he gave in,
“Fine, I’ll give it to you. You really are pathetic you know that?”
And he yanked down your tiny little pyjama shorts, to find your bare pussy underneath.
“Anything I tell you to do you do it.”
Your eyes squeezed shut and you yelped when he delivers a sharp slap between your legs, spread awkwardly open for him against the wall.
“But you still act like your better than me.”
He pressed against the small of your back with one hand, keeping you squashed tightly against the wall, chubby cheeks squishing at the pressure. With the other hand, he hastily undid the zip of his jeans, pulling them down around his thighs. Erection bobbing against your bare ass, he pulled his boxers down to his jeans and you stifled a whimper at the anticipation.
He always got weird like this when he was angry, and mostly you just had to stick it through. He would calm down after he had had his way with you.
Slowly, he lined up, relishing in the little whimpers coming from you. And he pushed in, groaning at how fucking wet you were. It was nearly impossible to go slow, you were so soft and he was angry at you, and yet he did, for fear he would cum too quick if he didn’t.
“You’re not better than me, alright?”
You huff, the stretch of his thick cock making you tense.
“Alright?”
“Yes,” you whined through pouty, drooly lips,”I’m not better than you. I’m sorry Sangwoo, I’m really sorry.”
“tsk,” he gives you one grind of his hips, nestling his enormous cock into you,”You’re just saying that ‘cause you want me to fuck you.”
“No! That’s not it.”
Tears were blurring your vision and you fought with your entire being not to moan, feeling his fat dick rub warm against your insides. He was moving ever so slightly to torment you, make you feel guilty for wanting to moan like a bitch when your poor boyfriend was so upset at you. You knew you had to keep talking, because he still wasn’t moving, and the feeling was enough to drive you mad.
“I love you, Sangwoo, I promise, it’s not-“
But suddenly, he started drawing in and out of you, not slow but not fast either. You let out a gasp of relief, and he smirks behind you.
“Alright, that’s enough outta you. Just take my dick like a good slut. Ohh fuck-“
You squeezed hard and his hips stuttered, pace increasing involuntarily.
He fucked hard into your gummy cunt, and you dripped down onto his balls. Eyes rolling back, he let out a string of grunts right next to your ear, making you shudder.
“See how I got you?” he said breathlessly, gripping the fat of your waist so hard it will probably bruise. The feeling of his breath against your neck made your stomach flip.
“This is just how I was fucking her,” and he drove into you again, grunting.
“I’m fucking you just like I was fucking her.”
You can only whine in response, something he takes as dismay. It pleased him.
“She was tighter,” his balls slap on your clit,”Not such a whore.”
Drool is inched past you lips, but you’ve gone limp in his grasp, only able to brace yourself against the wall. You heard him, but you’re unable to think about what he’s saying. You mumbled,”yeah, yeah, yeah”, he likes to be listened to.
“Maybe I should just get rid of you and keep her instead, maybe she’d be more fucking grateful”
Your breath hitched and there’s a sinking feeling in your stomach. You froze, and he laughed.
“That got your attention, didn’t it?”
You whined as his cock ploughed against your insides, cheek mushing against the wall. But that sinking feeling got deeper.
“Shit,” he hissed, his pace slowing,”I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum inside you.”
You hummed, still panting.
That feeling of dread didn’t fade. It didn’t fade when he came inside you, gruff grunting and a punishing grip on your waist. It didn’t fade as he pulled out, let go of you and let you fall to the ground. It didn’t fade as you felt his presence behind you, staring down at the top of your head.
And it didn’t fade as he walked away, back into bed, called you to him like he loved you. Told you that he loved you, kisses your temple.
And as you crawled into his arms, shaken, sweating, Sangwoo smiles. You need him to keep you alive.
You need him.
His hand rested over your chest, he could feel your heart rate. He could feel your fear. And it made him happy.
You were as afraid of losing him as he was of losing you.
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🍼, COMO SERIA SE ELES TIVESSEM UM FILHO?
( 7 / 10 ) @beautifulstrcnger
Insik ♡ Sangwoon !
Nome: Ryu Chaemi
Do que gosta: Nadar e tudo que envolve água, carne, a cor verde e qualquer coisa de montar (blocos, lego, quebra cabeça)
Do que não gosta: Verduras, coisas fora do lugar, receber ordens e suco de uva e maracujá.
Primeira palavra: Infelizmente não pegaram, mas quando a adotaram, ela disse “eu gosto daqui”, que era a casa do Insik.
Com qual dos pais se parece mais: Por incrível que pareça, ela tem o sorriso do Sang, mas só.
Quem ele gosta mais entre eles: Gosta de ambos, mas troca os pais facilmente pelo avó Ryu... O pai do Insik mima ela demais.
HC com a criança: Chaemi gosta muito de lego, então o pai do Sik compra vários para ela e sobra pra quem montar? Isso mesmo, o Sangwoon porque o Insik inventa que tá ocupado já que não tem paciência alguma; mas fica de longe observando, porque acha fofo a filha falando que tá montando errado.
Nome: Ryu Taehyung
Do que gosta: Subir em árvores, ler, legumes e carrinhos.
Do que não gosta: Carne vermelha, sangue, qualquer coisa com morango ou laranja e quando briga com alguém que gosta.
Primeira palavra: "Papai Sang”, dessa vez, adotaram ele bem recém nascido quando a mãe veio a falecer (Insik estava responsável pela ômega que apareceu sozinha em sua alcateia).
Com qual dos pais se parece mais: Não parece com nenhum deles, mas a personalidade tá ficando cada vez mais parecida com a do Sangwoon.
Quem ele gosta mais entre eles: Grudado no Insik, porque ele quer ser o próximo líder da matilha, então acha que grudando no pai, vai ter resultado.
HC com a criança: Brigas na alcateia são frequentes, então Insik sempre tem que separar e em uma dessas vezes, estava acompanhado do marido e dos filhos, o problema é que a briga foi mais intensa do que o esperado e enquanto separava, um dos lobos machucou o ombro do Sik. Quando ele voltou a forma humana e o Tae viu o sangue, começou a chorar e saiu correndo atrás de alguém para ajudar, porque ele não queria o pai machucado.
Nabi ♡ Minah !
Também acho que elas não teriam filhos, a Nabi tem pavor de criança chorando por nunca saber... Ia preferir cuidar dos sobrinhos dela ou dos filhos dos amigos, do que ter um só seu.
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