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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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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Sangwoo Oh x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I'm sorry. [ SYNOPSIS ] Desperate for guidance you turn to your parish's beloved priest. [ WORD COUNT ] 5.2k [ CONTENT ] DARK CONTENT, modern AU, y/n wears a dress, sacrilege (I sexualize Saint Sebastian among other things), violence, gore, noncon, sadomasochism, oral sex (m + f receiving), facial, vaginal fingering, virginity loss, alcohol, drugging, manipulation, gaslighting, degradation (he calls you a bitch and a slut), strength kink, size kink, creampie, blood, cannibalism, murder.

Mass was the only thing you looked forward to. All week you would anxiously await Sunday morning, unable to sleep. Sitting in the pews, hanging on your priest’s words was the only time you felt even a modicum of joy. It was a sanctuary, a place untainted by the trappings of the world.

The world was cruel and unforgiving, secular and obscene, a temptress. It stirred up the wanton feelings you tried to keep buried. Its lax rules and unrestrained passions marred you, kept you away from God’s shining light. However you never considered yourself wholly devoted to God; your relationship was always on shaky ground. Even as a kid you doubted your place in the church. The darkness lurking inside you convinced you that you weren’t worthy.

Your love of your family trumped your love of Christ. You coveted the riches of your neighbors, their fancy cars and their fashionable yet tasteful clothing. You were lazy, haunted by the illnesses you feigned as a child so you could miss school. You felt envious of your peers. Being a good Catholic came so naturally to them. Why was it such a struggle for you? Why were you cursed to wrestle with Satan?

For the longest time you kept your struggle to yourself. Sometimes you even fantasized about leaving it all behind. God wouldn’t miss a heathen, especially one constantly fighting the disgusting beast inside them. There was no point of keeping up the charade if you were so bad at it.

But that all changed when Father Sangwoo took over your parish. He was young for a priest, maybe a few years older than you at most. You constantly found yourself gazing at him during service. His voice was deep and reassuring. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was an image of perfection, though he did look perpetually sleep deprived. His beauty was enough to make you recommit yourself to the Lord.

This revived fervor came with a new shade of self-loathing. You spent every Saturday night fingering yourself and whimpering his name. Lusting after a priest was unforgivable. But you couldn’t help it; you were insatiable.

This loathed hunger gave you the courage to linger around after mass though, your eyes fixed on Father Sangwoo. You never uttered a word or even approached him. You knew you’d end up saying something stupid. Lurking was the only intimacy you could handle. Having his direct attention would be agonizing. It’d bring you to your knees.

Usually you were content with this arrangement, but sitting in the back of the pews while two women preened him was driving you crazy. One fastened a loose button on his shirt. Another plucked a stray hair off his shoulder. You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palm. They didn’t deserve to touch him.

You were so absorbed by your silent rage you didn’t notice him staring back at you. You flinched as your eyes met his. You tried to get up, but nearly tripped over your own foot. Your face was hot as you escaped, baptized by the crisp morning air.

“We’ll see you next Sunday, Father,” one of the women said in a sing-song voice as she brushed past you.

“We’ll see you next Sunday, Father,” you repeated under your breath mockingly.

A weighty hand grabbed a hold of your shoulder, pulling you out of your hateful haze.

“What was that?” Father Sangwoo asked, freezing you on the spot.

Your nerves got the better of you and you laughed. “It was nothing.”

You turned around to face him. He tilted his head to the side, his concerned look left you feeling exposed. It was as if he could see through you, like he could peel back whatever lies you were desperately trying to craft.

“I was just talking to myself.”

“Well that was obvious. But you didn’t answer my question. What were you saying?” he asked with a smile.

We’ll see you next Sunday, Father. You repeated the words over and over in your head, trying to conjure up a sentence that had a similar ring to it. It was maddening. Nothing came to mind. It was as if you had never spoken in your life.

“I… I said… I was saying—”

“Father!” an old woman shouted as she scurried out of the church. “There’s a bat in there!”

“Not again,” he sighed.

You went to leave but he latched onto your wrist. His grip made your joints pop.

“I’ve noticed you hanging around after service. It has me a little concerned.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh tha—that’s because I’m waiting for my ride.”

“Then why do I always see you walking down to the bus stop?”

“That’s where they get me!” you said, trying to pull your wrist out of his hand.

“That doesn’t explain why you look so miserable all the time.”

“Miserable?” you repeated in a small voice, finally freeing yourself from his grasp.

You felt ill. You always assumed you kept your anguish hidden on Sundays.

“I only noticed because I feel like that more often than not. If you ever need someone to talk to that understands, I’m here for you.”

It sounded strangely rehearsed, like he was acting in a play. But that could have been because speaking to him felt unreal. You never planned on getting this close to him.

“Father! The bat!!” the old woman called out impatiently.

“I’m on it!” He turned his attention back towards you, his gaze gentle. “Why don’t you come by the rectory tonight?”

“Me?”

He nodded. “You deserve my full attention.”

“I do?”

He patted you on the head. “Yes. I want to help you in any way I can. I hate to see any of my children so upset.”

“Fa—”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” he replied, disappearing into the church.

You stood, mouth agape. He had noticed you. This whole time he knew you were hanging around like a kicked puppy, watching him with sad eyes. You felt so exposed. But a part of you was elated. He wanted to be there for you. It was like a dream come true despite the anxiety it agitated.

The day crawled by. You felt like time slowed down to spite you. You paced around, practicing what you were going to say. Making a fool of yourself wasn’t an option. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you messed everything up.

Once the sun began to set you started to get ready. You dug through your closet, desperate to find something cute and modest. You weren’t planning on seducing Father Sangwoo or anything; you just wanted to look your best. You decided your best option was a black denim pinafore dress cut at the knee with a boxy white t-shirt underneath. Not too flashy, but not too matronly.

You took the last bus. It was a risky move, but you planned on asking him to drive you home after your talk. There was no way he’d say no. You’d be stranded without his assistance. Plotting to take advantage of his kindness felt bad, but you were greedy. The more time around him the better.

“Don’t say anything stupid. Don’t say anything stupid,” you chanted on your way up the hill.

Seeing the rectory made your stomach hurt, nerves once again getting the better of you. You stood in front of it for several minutes before you found the brave to knock on his door.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to come,” he said.

The sunset’s warm light made him look angelic. His hair was damp, towel dried by the looks of it. He was dressed incredibly casual in a cozy, chunky sweatshirt and a pair of low hanging sweatpants. You struggled not to stare at the deep, muscular v-cut of his abs.

“You didn’t specify a time so I, uh, just left when it felt night-ish.”

“I said seven o’clock.”

He was lying. You remembered how he proposed. His wording was vague.

“No. You definitely said night.”

The warmth left his eyes, but he maintained his cheery disposition. “I don’t need you telling me what I said.”

You couldn’t imagine why he’d lie about something so benign. Maybe he did say seven and you couldn’t remember. You were pretty on edge during your conversation. It would make sense that your recollection would be tenuous.

You stared at your feet. “I’m sorry, Father.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he let you inside.

The rectory was sparsely decorated. You would never expect a man of God to have lavish material possessions, but Father Sangwoo’s home was barren. There was nothing on the walls except for a wooden crucifix over what you assumed was the door to his bedroom.

It smelled fetid, absolutely reeking of cigarettes. The walls were stained a nauseating yellow. Everything looked worn. You wondered if maybe the furniture was handed down from the previous priest. You tried to not let it phase you, but you couldn’t help but be alarmed by the chef’s knife stabbed into his dining room table. It was sticking straight up, erect in its posture.

“Take a seat.”

His couch sat low to the ground and was woefully uncomfortable. There were cigarette burns in the cushions which you willed yourself to ignore. In front of it was a round wooden table with a dying succulent in the middle.

He took a seat beside you, his body broaching your personal space. “So,” he said. “What’s bothering you?”

“Um. Where do I begin…”

“I don’t know. Maybe the beginning.”

His tone was still sweet, but there was a bite to it. He was probably just trying to be funny, but you didn’t feel familiar enough with him to joke around like that.

“I’ve never felt as close to God as I should.”

“And why is that?”

“I don’t know.” You paused; you couldn’t remember any of the things you had rehearsed earlier. “I’ve never felt good enough. I feel… unworthy. I want to be closer to God, but I don’t deserve it.”

He frowned. “What makes you think you don’t deserve it?”

Your palms were clammy. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“I—uh. It’s like… I just—”

“You need to loosen up,” he interrupted.

You felt ashamed for being so uptight. He looked so bored by you.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” he sighed as he got up.

Your heart was in your throat as he walked past the knife. For a brief moment you had the clearest image of him grabbing it and lunging at you. You felt so guilty when he left it alone.

He came back with two shot glasses and a sizable bottle of soju. He lazily shook the bottle before cracking it open.

“Grab a glass.”

You looked at the shot glasses on the table. One looked dustier than the other. You went to grab the cleaner looking one.

“Not that one.”

You grabbed the other glass. You looked at the bottom of the glass and saw what looked like powder.

“It looks a little dirty,” you said, holding it out.

He glanced at it. “I don’t see anything.”

“Really? It—”

“Do I look like someone that would offer a guest a dirty glass?” he laughed.

You shook your head and watched him fill it. Your cheeks felt hot.

“This is my first time,” you blurted out.

He raised his eyebrows. “Well, I’m the perfect person to break you in.”

You laughed nervously and tried to avert his gaze. It was like having a spotlight on you. The glass felt so heavy in your hands. You weren’t sure how to wield it. You never saw your parents drink alcohol, excluding the Eucharist. There was no point of reference so you knocked it back in one gulp.

It didn’t taste nearly as bad as you were expecting. It was crisp with a faint sweetness. The finish was bitter. You felt like something had coated your mouth. You didn’t like it.

“Impressive,” he said smiling. “Have another.”

You held out your glass and watched him pour you another drink. You drank it just as fast the first time. You were pleased that aftertaste was pleasantly astringent rather than bitter. You went to set your glass down, but he poured you another drink. You didn’t want to be impolite so you accepted it.

“Aren’t you going to have any?”

“I will when you pour me some.”

You wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you said, taking the bottle from him. “I—I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Your hands trembled as you served him. It didn’t help that he was watching you so intently.

“That’s obvious.” He took a sip and set the glass down. “Now tell me why you don’t deserve to be close to God.”

“I’m a bad person. I mean, maybe I’m not. But I feel like I am. I’m jealous of everyone. And nothing makes me happy so I just never do anything… which makes me feel worse. I don’t know. I feel like I’m bad at loving God and cherishing his gifts no matter how hard I try. And—this is so ridiculous—but If I can’t be the best at it, why even bother?”

“That is ridiculous,” he said, pouring you another shot.

“I know. I know. And that’s why I never wa—wanna talk about it. It’s so stupid. It’s not a competition. I tell myself that all the time, but it doesn’t stop me from comparing myself to others. It makes me wanna give up. But I’d feel so lost without the church and the world is so… overwhelming. I get swept up in the temptations. I’m not strong enough. Not strong enough to leave. Not strong enough to survive. I’m stuck.”

“Temptations? Like what exactly?”

You swallowed hard. “Uh. Um. You know… people.”

He poured you another shot. You drank it down happily, but noticed he still hadn’t finished his.

“They’re…” You let out an embarrassed laugh. “I get urges.”

He smirked. “Everyone has those.”

“Do you?”

“I said everyone, didn’t I?”

Your cheeks were on fire. You wanted to bury your face in your hands, but your arms were too heavy.

“What do you do about these urges?” he asked.

“Father, I’m not sure we should talk about that.”

“I can’t help you if you keep things for me.”

“… I don’t act on them. I wanna wait until I’m married. But… sometimes at night I…I can’t. It’s too embarrassing.”

He leaned in. “You touch yourself, don’t you?”

You started feeling woozy. “I know I shouldn’t, but I don’t know what else I’m su—supposed to do.”

“You can always find someone else to do it for you.”

“Isn’t that even worse?” you slurred.

“It depends on the person.”

He put his hand on your thigh. Your head was swimming. Your body felt heavier by the second. It was like you were slowly descending into an abyss. He slipped his hand under your dress. You closed your thighs and cursed the wet spot blossoming between your legs. You didn’t want this. Fantasizing was one thing. Living them out was terrifying. If you fooled around with a priest, you would burn in Hell for eternity.

You tried to brush his hand away. “Don’t.”

“Shssh. Let me help you.”

He lifted up your dress and opened your thighs. You winced as he rubbed the wet patch on your underwear.

“I’m serious. Stop.”

“Don’t be a tease.”

“We’re not allow—”

“Who fucking cares,” he cooed as he forced his hand under your underwear. “Just relax.”

“Father, please.”

He spread apart your folds and slipped his fingers inside you.

“I can’t,” you whimpered, your body tensing up.

He ignored you and rubbed your clit. You hated how good it felt. It made the pain of having his fingers inside you a little bearable, but still the inherent wrongness of it all weighed on you. You tried to keep quiet, but a breathy moan fell from your lips as he applied more pressure.

“Who would you imagine touching you?”

“I don—I don’t wanna say…'' you drawled.

You were losing your grip.

“Quit being a bitch and tell me,” he demanded as he fingered you.

He curled his fingers inside you, grinning as you gasped.

“You.”

He smirked. “Aw. This must be a dream come true then.”

Your body was getting limper by the second. Staying conscious was barely possible. You writhed against the couch as he thrust his fingers deep inside you. You arched your back and rolled your hips against them. You wondered if this was God punishing you for not being devout.

“Look at how easily you’re falling apart.”

You cursed your body for betraying you.

“Don’t. Please,” you begged.

“You think you get to act like a slut and tell me no?”

Tears trickled from the corners of your eyes. You felt like an idiot for crying.

“I’m… I’m s—so sorry, Father.”

“It’s okay.” He wiped away one of your tears. “I forgive you for tempting me.”

He was knuckles deep in your cunt and showed your clit no mercy.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you moaned.

He smirked and pulled you into a kiss. His mouth tasted like cigarettes. You thought about pulling away, but things weren’t so bad now that he couldn’t berate you. It was kind of nice actually. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on his chest. He bit down on your bottom lip before brushing his tongue along the tender skin. You opened your mouth and rolled your tongue against his. You had no idea what you were doing and prayed you were doing a good job.

“Father,” you whimpered. “I don’t feel so good.”

You felt yourself losing consciousness. You could barely keep your eyes open.

“You’re fine,” he said, pressing his lips to your neck. “It’s okay.”

You tried to speak, but all you could do was groan. He sunk his teeth into your neck and you drifted away.

A stinging pain roused you from your daze. You didn’t know where you were or how you ended up there. You could barely open your eyes; it was as if they were glued shut. It was such a simple act, but for some reason it was a herculean effort. Your body felt like lead and your head was throbbing.

You felt a cool breeze against your skin, stronger than a fan or air conditioning. You fought to lift your head, but all you managed to do was roll it slightly to the side, your chin pressing against your chest. You groaned and tried to will yourself out of your haze.

God must have taken pity on you because like clockwork your eyes sprung open. Unfortunately what roused you was the sting of something penetrating your ribs. It was the kind of pain that came on sharp and fast, and radiated through your body.

You groaned and tried to focus. The world was a blur, the light blinding. You were freezing and sore. You tried to swat away whatever had penetrated you, but your arms were bent back and tied at the wrists. All you could do was writhe.

You looked down and saw your body, unclothed and bruised. You choked on your breath when you noticed two wooden arrows jutting out of your thigh. Your stomach was in your throat. You could barely shriek as another arrow whizzed past your ear.

“Whoops.” It was a low voice, eerily familiar. “Don’t move around so much.”

The saccharine tone made you sick. Spit pooled in your mouth. You finally found the strength to lift your head. Your eyes met his. You recognized him. No, you knew him.

“Good morning,” Father Sangwoo said, shooting another arrow at you. It pierced the soft skin of your underarm.

“STOP!” you screamed. “What are you doing?!”

Stomach acid inched up the back of your throat.

He smiled. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You spat at the ground before shaking your head. You couldn’t make sense of anything. The muscles in your shoulders felt like they were on fire. You must’ve been tied up for hours.

You turned your head to the right and saw a dense forest of red pines.

You inhaled sharply. “Why ar—”

He sighed and set his bow down gently. His looming figure made his way over, dread pooling in your stomach. His steps were slow and deliberate. His lips curled into a smirk. He grabbed you by the hair and forced you to look at him.

“Why all the dumb questions?”

“M—my rib—”

He glanced at the arrow sticking out of your ribs. “What about them?”

“Hurts,” you choked out through gritted teeth.

“C’mon. It didn’t even go in that deep.”

He yanked it out. A stream of warm blood flowed from the wound. All you could do was shriek.

“Yell all you want,” he said, licking your blood off the tip. “It’s not like anyone’s around to hear you.”

You decided to take a chance and kept screaming. Your voice cracked as you called out for help. At first he seemed amused, but his expression soon changed to one of disgust and boredom.

“Are you done? Did you get it out of your system?”

You let out one last anguished cry before settling down. Your throat ached.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset. You agreed to this last night.”

You sniffled. “I would never agree to something like this.”

He laughed. “Oh, really? You told me I could while I was filling your ass with my cum. Or at least I think you did. You were saying a lot of weird shit.”

“You’re lying!”

“So what if I am? It’s not like me telling the truth is going to help you.”

His cock was hard, fighting against the cloth of his sweatpants. You started to sob.

“Please just let me go.”

“Why would I do that? You’re my little crybaby.”

“I won’t tell anyone. I won’t say anything,” you pleaded.

You clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth. You desperately tried to ignore the searing pain of the arrows.

“That’s very kind of you, but I’m not letting you go.”

You fought against the rope tying you to the tree. You wanted to kick his teeth in. Your fear had mutated into a fury like no other.

“Let. Me. Go.”

“Alright. I’ll let you go.”

He quickly untied your arms. The relief was immense. You could have sworn angels were singing as your shoulders finally relaxed. As you sunk down into the ground he pulled out his erect cock.

“But you gotta suck me off first.”

You immediately opened your mouth. You’d do anything to get out of there.

“Good girl,” he said, stroking his shaft.

It was long and veiny, the slit dripping precum. He guided it into your mouth, groaning as you struggled to take it in. Tears ran down your cheeks and you choked.

“Breathe through your nose.”

You heeded his advice and it helped a little. You were too weak to bob your head so he held the base of your skull and gently thrusted against it. Anytime his cock slipped down your throat you gagged. He looked so smug as he stared down at you, grinning as you struggled to suck.

“You’re so pathetic,” he said as he rutted against your face. “You’re lucky you’re cute or else it’d be annoying.”

You whimpered.

“Is it too much for you?”

He pushed you off of his cock. A thin string of drool clung to it, connecting your mouth to his tip.

“Mhm,” you answered feebly.

“Really? Do you wanna stop?”

“Yes.”

“Ah, I see. So you’re rejecting me? That doesn’t make me feel good considering I listened to you bitch about your life last night. You should be kinder to your host. Didn’t your family teach you any manners?”

“I—But you said you were going to help—”

He laughed. “What is it with you and telling me what I said? You keep doing that and I’m gonna have to bash your skull in.”

Your eyes were so wide you thought they were going to fall out of your head. You refused to believe this was happening. You pretended like you were anywhere else. You tried to ignore the cold breeze pricking your skin, the blood drying on your body, how exposed you felt, and most of all you tried to ignore Father Sangwoo.

“Don’t look so scared.”

You shut your eyes and thought about your warm bed. Your cat was probably curled up at the foot of it, waiting for you to come home and feed him. All it did was make you cry harder. You should have kissed his little forehead before you left. But you were in such a rush, too eager to meet up with the Devil himself.

“Hey.” He kicked you with his bare foot. “Listen to me when I’m talking to you.”

“What?” you sniffled.

“You look terrified. You should smile.”

Your expression didn’t change.

“Do you wanna live?”

You nodded.

“Then smile!” he cheered.

You grimaced.

“Perfect,” he said as he jerked off.

You sat there, grinning like an idiot and trying to ignore the immense pain you were in. He looked down at you with a predator’s gaze, teeth biting into his bottom lip. His breathing grew shallow and he tossed his head back as his cum splattered against your face.

“Do you feel blessed?” You didn’t, so you chose not to answer and kept smiling. He kicked you again. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Good girl,” he said. “You look cold. I think you’ve earned going inside.”

He took his time pulling the arrows out of you, talking about how badly he wanted to fill your wounds with his cum. He assured you he was kidding, but gave you absolutely no reason to believe him. How could trust someone so duplicitous?

He carried you like a bride through the red pines. He did it with such ease; it made your heart flutter. You were still terrified, but you clung to him. You imagined you were in the arms of someone else, someone that wouldn’t call you names and maim you.

“How much further?” you asked. The forest seemed to have no end.

“I wouldn’t be in a rush if I were you.”

“I’m ju—just really cold.”

He kissed your cheek and assured you it wouldn’t be much longer.

When you reached the grounds, he went in the opposite direction of the rectory.

“Why—”

“Don’t worry about it.”

The church wasn’t much warmer than outside. You actually felt less comfortable. You knew you were going to Hell. There was no escaping your fate at this point. You buried your face in his neck.

He laid you down on the altar. A clear plastic tarp was draped over it. It stuck to your grimy, bloody skin. You attempted to cover your chest with your aching arms.

“I don’t know why you’re trying to be modest now,” he said as he got undressed. “I’ve already seen everything.”

“Not in here,” you said weakly.

He rolled his eyes and spread apart your legs. He positioned himself between them and ran his tongue down your folds. Your toes curled as he kissed your clit. His gaze never left yours. He took in every whimper and moan that fell from your lips. You found yourself enjoying the bliss of his kiss and the pain radiating from your wounds.

“Father,” you mewled as you ran your fingers through his hair.

It was so soft. You twirled a strand between your fingers as he feasted on your dripping cunt. You rolled your hips against his face, surrendering yourself to euphoria. He kissed the inside of your thigh before biting into your tender flesh. You winced as he applied more and more pressure. His teeth broke through your skin. You tried to push him away, but you were too weak.

The pain was indescribable. You would have rather he shot you with more arrows. His teeth dug further into your thigh and he pulled away with your flesh between his teeth. Blood poured from the newfound wound.

You watched in horror as he swallowed. You looked at your thigh and shrieked when you saw the chunk he took out of you.

“What?” he asked as he lapped at the blood spilling out.

You tried to get up but he held you in place.

“Please stop! I’ll do anything!”

He ignored you and bit down on another part of your thigh.

“Just let me go! I won’t say anything! You’ll never see me again! I’ll leave you alone! I promise! I swear to God!”

He ripped off another piece of flesh. Your blood covered the bottom half of his face. He looked like a wild animal. He crawled back on top of you, his face unbearably close to yours.

“You should be honored,” he cooed.

You tried to wriggle away from him, but he was too strong.

“I usually don’t do this, but fuck. You’re so pure. I need you to be a part of me.”

All you could do was weep.

“Hush. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay,” he consoled as he forced his cock inside you. “Jesus Christ, you’re so tight.”

He began to thrust. He clenched his jaw and rutted against your limp body. You watched as his cheeks turned pink and his brows knitted together in rapturous agony.

“I couldn’t throw you away like the others. You’re such a precious, little thing.” He kissed you. “I needed more time with you. I thought about snapping your neck last night, but that would’ve been such a waste. You deserve better.”

You felt so small underneath him.

“Fuck! If I could keep you I would, but that’d be too complicated.”

“So yo—you’ll let me go?”

“Huh?” He moaned as his cock hit your cervix.

“After this… you’ll let me go home?”

He burst out into laughter. “What? Are you a fucking idiot? Of course I’m not letting you go home.”

“Then please keep me! I won’t cause you any problems! I won’t say anything to anyone! I’ll do whatever you want! Just please don’t kill me! I don’t wanna die!”

“Wouldn’t death be better than being miserable all the time?” he asked, stroking your cheek. “Think about it. It would solve all your problems.”

“No, it wouldn’t! I don’t wanna give up. Please just let me live.”

“I’ve already made up my mind. I’m sorry,” he said. “It’ll be okay. Your death won’t be in vain or anything.” He picked up the pace. It felt like his cock was going to split you in two. “I promise I’ll put your body to good use.”

“Father—”

“Shut up,” he said, covering your mouth. “I’m gonna come.”

He filled your cunt to the brim with his cum. He held your body close to him and pressed his forehead against yours. You lost all hope. There was no escape. You had completely resigned yourself to your fate. All you could do was hope his hand would be swift, and you wouldn’t suffer much.

#oh sangwoo x reader #sangwoo oh x reader #sangwoo smut #killing stalking smut #killing stalking x reader #.fics #cw.sangwoo #reader insert #x reader

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 ⎹ 𝓢.𝓞.

❝ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ⤻ killing stalking / kinktober 2022 / @dollsanime-library

❝ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ⤻ sangwoo oh x hostage!reader ( f! )

❝ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⤻ nsfw! none of my writings are meant for anyone under the age of 18, and any minors interacting will be blocked on site.

❝ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ⤻ this is a dark fic. suggested kidnapping, if you know sangwoo then you know how toxic he is, forced freebleeding, humiliation & degradation, noncon, fingering, period smut, lots and lots of blood play & graphic descriptions of blood, masturbation ( him ), face fucking ( and not the way you think ), name calling ( bitch, mostly ), facial

❝ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⤻ 1.9k / mini musing

❝ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ⤻ i do not consent to having my work reposted / translated / stolen in any capacity for any reason. please reblog and leave a comment to support content creators! my work is very rarely proof read so mistakes may be present. all characters / pairings i write for are 18+ with no exceptions.

“Made another fucking mess?”

you yelp in surprise— you hadn’t heard Sangwoo come in. sitting on your knees in the laundry room, you scramble, nervously, to stuff the crimson stained sheet into the machine before he stomped inside, heart pounding hard in your chest. “Y—you scared me,” you stammered, attempting to redirect his attention away from the laundry, “you’re home earl—“

“You bleed all over the bed again?” he scoffs, shoving both hands into his pockets, glaring down at you. there was so much hatred in his eyes— or was it hunger?— as he looked you over, and then glanced at the machine. “Do you want to get kicked back down to the floor again?” you shake your head, opening your mouth to speak, but he steps forward, squats down, and grabs you by your face, pressing his thumb and forefinger into the supple flesh of your cheeks. you whimper and cower in submission, falling back on to your bum on the floor with your back flat against the washer door and his eyes narrow. “No? You want to keep being my little lapdog?”

“Y—yes.” no. not at all. you wanted to go home; you wanted to run as far and fast away from your captor as your legs would take you, but you knew he might just slice your tongue in half if you ever said that to him. so, you played your part. “P—please let me sleep in the bed… I like when you hold me…” pouring honey in your tone, you plead with him, but he only squeezes your cheeks tighter, “I’ll be more careful!” you yip, clenching fists against the wooden floor. your nails scrape against it, splintering micro shards. “I— I— won’t bleed on the sheets anymore, I promise!” but how could you help it? Sangwoo had shredded every pair of panties he bought you, and then berated you when he had to buy more, until finally, he grew tired of it and stopped buying them. you’d tried to wear the destroyed pairs, but it only angered him. i decide what you can and can’t cover, he’d said as he threw them all away, don’t forget that pussy is mine.

what Sangwoo said was law— you’d come to terms with that.

however, trying to control the blood when you weren’t even allowed underwear, but if it would make Sangwoo stop hurting you in this moment, you’d say whatever he wanted to hear.

Sangwoo wasn’t convinced, or he didn’t care, because he was still just staring at you.

the silence was deafening.

“Sangwoo—“

“Spread your legs.”

your eyes widened at the request, knees turning inwards, trying to close even tighter, but his free hand and one knee were already prying them apart, jamming in the gap to keep them open. you blush, madly. even though your skirt draped between your open thighs, you knew they must’ve been streaked, faintly, with drying blood. Sangwoo’s eyeline falls to them, and then he wrenches the skirt out of the way, ruffling it up on to your lap and you flinch— expecting some certain cruelty. “Are you ashamed of yourself?”

nodding, you nibble on your lip. could you help it? no. but, did Sangwoo have a way that made you feel two feet tall, disgusting, and utterly pathetic? of course he did.

“Let’s see.” he mumbles, before he releases your thigh and clamps his hand over your sex. you choke on a surprised cry when both fingers hook into you, curling fiercely, pumping knuckle deep inside you. Sangwoo’s jaw tightens, his brows furrowing, “That’s not shame that I feel in that cunt,” he growls leaning closer, and you bite your tongue to force the moans to the back of your throat, closing your eyes tightly. snorting through your nostrils, you try to stay as quiet as possible, but it was so damn hard when he was fucking you so rough with his fingers. “That’s lust, isn’t it?”

you shake your head, but you can’t avoid the avid clenching around his knuckles as your walls spasm.

“Shameless and a little, fucking liar.” he spits, using the grip on your face to shove your head back against the washer. the contact is solid, and you see stars behind your lids for a solid second as the base of your scalp stings, and you exhale, your eyelids flittering. “You should feel filthy, you know? Instead, you’re moaning like a bitch in heat while you bleed all over my nice, clean floor.”

“I—I’m sorry!” you whine, but it comes out garbled and broken.

finally, after several more, brutal thrusts, he wrenches his fingers free and you jerk at the sudden emptiness, cringing when you feel more rubies drip on to the floor under you. you’re already panting, eyelashes wet with what would’ve been tears had he tortured you any longer, and you squint as you look up at him once you notice he hadn’t spoken in a moment or two.

what you see truly turns your stomach.

his hand is soaked in crimson, smeared and sparkling from the tips of his fingers to the base of his wrist, and he’s just staring at it, expression unreadable. he’s stood up now, feet flat on the floor in front of you.

“I—I—“ but you didn’t know what to say. should you apologize again? should you say nothing?

the corners of his lip twitch, etching them upwards in a sleazy smirk. “So disgusting—“ but he moaned it, a breathy and husky utterance, and he releases your face to shove his clean hand into his sweatpants, fishing his cock out. your face was sore, and your head was throbbing. when he pulls his manhood free from its fabric confines, you see just how hard he is, and you feel your stomach flip. he could be absolutely cruel when he fucked you, and you didn’t know if you had it in you today— your body might simply give out. the bloody extremity lingers closer to his face, and he tilts his head slowly from one side to the other, examining the webs that drew taut when he spread the soaked digits. but, he was doing something else, too. inhaling, deep. smelling you. taking in the scent of your blood on his fingers. he brings them even closer, his tongue lazing out to drag along his bottom lip. “Heh…” he exhales.

for a moment, you stared, frozen, expecting him to lap at the blood, but he doesn’t. he wraps his bloody fist around the base of his cock and drags it, slowly, up to the tip, squeezing hard as he goes. he groans, blissful, smearing cerise over his sex. “Ahh…” you bite your lip, trying not to stare.

but Sangwoo smirks, arching a brow as he strokes himself, “Doesn’t my cock look so good covered in your blood, bitch?”

you don’t want to see it, and you force yourself to avert your gaze, staring at the wall with your cheeks on fire.

Sangwoo grits his teeth, patience as thin as ever, and grabs a fistful of your hair at the crown of your head with his free hand and uses the grip to drag you forward, “Watch me.” he snarls. you wince, following close to his fist to avoid any painful snatching, and obediently open your eyes. you’re much closer now, face only inches from the swollen head, and he chuckles, raspy, when your eyes widened. he’s slathered your blood over every inch, and is furiously fucking the red fist, hips pistoning in a rhythm you recognize all too well— mercilessly Sangwoo. “Your pussy’s nice as slippery when you bleed like this, bet even my big cock would just slide right in,” he grunts , staring down his torso at you. “Maybe I should pound it out, but I think I might drown in it— fuck.” his jaw tightens, as does the grip on your hair, and you bend to him, inching on your knees to get even closer; just as long as he stopped pulling on your scalp. “Eager, aren’t you, whore? Why don’t you get a closer look?”

with that, Sangwoo guides his length to drape it over your countenance. his warmth always astounded you; for someone so cold, his blood was always boiling. what’s worse is that you can smell yourself on him. sealing your lips tight and closing one eye, you stare up at him with the other, and see just how wickedly he’s smirking. “Feel that?” he mutters, clamping his hand against his cock, creating a canal against your face, “How fucking hard I am right now?” you nod, and his hips start to rock. he was right; his cock was solid and pulsating with a primal need that could only be bloodlust. smearing his manhood over your face, it slides between that and his palm— before long, he’s adapted that same, familiar and cruel pace. “I’ve never been this fucking hard before,” he’s starting to pant— on the brink of an orgasm, you knew, “you did this, you know. The smell of your blood, hng, the feeling of it on my fingers…” Sangwoo tilted his head back, mouth hanging open as he bucked his hips, chasing his high, “This feels so fucking good, so intense.”

your hands were on your thighs, digging your own nails into your skin to keep from pulling away from him, even as he came undone and drizzled warm release over your visage. the musky scent of his cum cocktailing with your blood was enough to make you dizzy. you close your eyes and let him guide your head by the tight vice on your roots, rubbing his cock against it until he was spent and panting, before he shoved you back with a satisfied groan. “Fucking hell.” he said after a moment, pressing his palms on the top of the washer and leaning forward against it to catch his breath. “I think I’m going to have to make you bleed for me more often.” he takes a moment, getting his breath under control, before he gave the top of your head a rough pat, which you cowered beneath. “Clean up your mess and get those sheets washed, they better not stain or I’ll tie them in knots around your neck.” you flinch, but nod obediently, finally opening your eyes again. his release was already getting tacky with the blood on your cheeks, and you swallow hard around the lump in your throat, watching him swagger out into the hall. “And hurry up, I’m starving.”

#oh sangwoo #sangwoo x reader #sangwoo x you #sangwoo smut #oh sangwoo smut #killing stalking #killing stalking x reader #killing stalking x you #killing stalking smut #sangwoo oh #oh sangwoo x reader #oh sangwoo x you

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morzyin · 2 years

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𝗢𝗵 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗼 × 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗵𝘄𝗮 𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴

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seokka0o · 6 months

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🎃 ᴅᴀʏ 22

sɪʀᴇɴ

Kim Sangwoo 🎃 Siren!Reader

Warning; Unprotected sex;squirting; manipulation; noncon

@luvitria 🥰 hope enjoy

English is not my first language, so there may be some grammar errors

Sangwoo felt his insides vibrating in pure madness, his mind screaming to run and his body walking blindly across the beach bay, the hot wind rushing his defined face, he was walking towards your hiding place, your wet body waiting for him, from inside from your being to the vibration of your voice, he answered your call for the third night in a row, so faithful, yours, and no one else's.

“Take off your clothes darling” you sounded sweetly, opening your legs for him, your body on the sand waiting for him, Sangwoo looked at you, mesmerized, you could see his father growing in his pants and you smiled. Soon he removed the clothes he was wearing, leaving the corner and falling between your legs and you took him by the lips, desperately, at the height of your mating season, you grabbed your legs around his hips while your tongues tangled around each other. his dick touching your leg made your pussy burn with desire. "Fuck me, I want you to put all that cum inside me,now"

You whispered in his ear, digging your nails into the golden skin, pulling and leaving a mark. Sangwoo trembled, supported himself on your body and then used one hand to place his dick at your entrance and obeyed, his body followed trails that he couldn't control, soon he was fucking you, eyes empty in the hypnosis of his corner. You smiled and moaned softly, your body lifted off the sand, the sea waves paid a visit to your ears, his cock traveling through your insides, leaving you completely wet and writhing for him.

"Okay, darling, tell me your name" you looked at him with your eyes shining like a snake

"S-Sangwoo" the voice came out shaky, it was almost not his, the look of confusion on his face took him out of the air, suddenly sangwoo was back, slowing down on you "w-what are you?"

He questioned looking at you, he didn't understand how he had ended up there, how he could be fucking someone when he lay down to sleep and as soon as their eyes met you smiled

"Continue, Sangwoo" you moved your hips towards him, your lips hummed and then he returned to the state of deep hypnosis, Sangwoo fell in front of your body and began to fuck you quickly, hard, you moaning loudly, desperately.

"Like that- Sangwoo, fuck, fuck me!" You caressed your chest, feeling them sore from neglect, you squeezed the nipples violently "do you want to suck them?"

There was no response, sangwoo was just responding to the command and fucking you, you moaned again and with this you touched his face forcing him to look at you

"Suck it" you ordered and then he obeyed, he grabbed your right breast, sucking violently, running his tongue over the erect nipple, the deep thrusts hitting your sweet spot and your eyes rolling back, your nails returned to his back, scratching more and more, Caught up in the pleasure of him fucking you, the moans leaving his lips painfully, his body heat was cozy, it made your insides vibrate.

"You're mine, I'm going to take you to the bottom of the sea with me" you sang again, Sangwoo's body trembling, switching from one nipple to the other, biting, licking, sucking, your silent commands making him move up to your neck, marking him .

"My man, my Sangwoo" you said over his ears cursing him, your bodies came together in a sequence, you moaned slyly, your fingers going to sangwoo's sweaty strands of hair, he growled tiredly close to your ear, making your entrance burn for more of it "harder"

He accelerated, violently, his body twitching.

"Harder, Sangwoo, Harder!" you were consuming him, he felt it, contracting, your moans sung around the perimeter of the beach, Sangwoo felt his body give in violently, keeping quick jets of cum inside you, your legs opened completely, the maximum that it could, in an animalistic way, you received it with glory, your eyes closing in pleasure as your intense orgasm made your pussy gush liquid, wetting both bodies and even after the end sangwoo still moved his hips over you, tired.

"It's great my love, just rest and then go home, tomorrow I'll call you" you took Sangwoo off of you, you lay down next to him, caressing your loved one's face, you left a kiss on his lips, Today you would not take him to the sea with you, you wanted him until the end of your mating, in one piece, and with that, you returned to your home, to the sea.

#🕸.spooky0o #justb smut #justb hard hours #sangwoo smut #sangwoo hard hours

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gurlbesimpin · 2 years

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

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

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

requested: yes

pairing: sangwoo x fem!reader

oldie but a goldie (sangwoo x fem!reader)

"are you sure darling?"

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

"yes baby"

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

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

"baby please-"

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

"awww so desperate darling?"

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

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

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

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

"so desperate hmm?"

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

"yes-"

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

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

"someone is becoming inpatient"

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

"just fuck me already-"

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

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

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

Nodding perfusely, sangwoo seemed dissapointed.

"use your words darling"

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

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

"ready sweetheart?"

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

"yes-"

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

"fuck baby-"

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

"right there-"

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

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

"shit baby-"

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

"fuuck-"

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

"i'm coming-"

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

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

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

"goddamn-"

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

"you alright sweetheart?"

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

"i take that as a yes?"

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

"yes. yes indeed"

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

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melavoris · 2 years

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I need killing stalking smut I need sangwoo x reader smut I need a smut where instead of sangwoo being nice to the reader he literally slaps her and ties her to his bed and goes absolutely fucking wild on her pls why doesnt anybody write stuff like that

#killing stalking #sangwoo #sangwoo smut #sangwoo ks

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lilyrennifer · 10 months

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Always feel free to request! 😁

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🐻 Bain

Nothing So Far

🐯 Lim Jimin

Nothing So Far

🐺 Sangwoo

Nothing So Far

🦭 Geonu

Nothing So Far

🐱 Doyum

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crimsonwwitch · 3 months

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Canon

#can’t make this up #canon event #that’s what i think of all day lately #dabi #ryomen sukuna #oh sangwoo #toji fushiguro #smut #sinful thoughts #sinful desires #girl things

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Sangwoo Marks You So Everyone Knows Who You Belong To

Pairing: Oh Sangwoo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, knife play (one cut on the thigh), dom/sub dynamic, extreme possessiveness, marking, thigh kissing, rough sex, hair-pulling (for Reader), clothes ripping, tears, dom!Songwoo

A/N: One of my most toxic favorites for sure. This guy is a freak and a half and no, I can't fix him, no one can.

"Better stay still for this one baby. Your clothes is the only thing I wanna cut." The sound of clothes ripping echoed in your ears along with Sangwoo's maniacal laughter and the fast squelching of your pussy. "Much better."

"I liked that dress, and those panties too." He pressed his hand against your chin, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. The hard floor made your back hurt so you had no choice but to arch upwards. This not only put your breasts on display but allowed his cock to hit the deepest parts of you, making you moan.

"And I like having a girlfriend who won't flirt with the first group of men she sees at the nightclub. I bought you these for me, you wear them for me, and since you can't seem to do that you don't deserve them." His hand ripped the dress down more, tearing it fully in half. You could tell him to stop, but part of you hoped he wouldn't ever stop seeing you as his, as someone to claim over and over. "Days are still warm enough. I think I'll have walk around naked for a week. That way maybe you'll learn not to flaunt yourself like a slut. Can't wait to see you walk around dripping and covered in my cum."

You surged forward to kiss him, not soothe him, this was a kiss just for your own sake. If he selfish then you would be too, getting your lipstick all over his mouth as a small victory. Sangwoo smiled at you, it warmed your heart, even followed by a sharp tug against your hear which almost slammed your head against the floor.

"Such a pretty red color." He chuckled. With a spin of the knife he pressed the blade against your thigh, the jolt of his thrust rocking the flesh against the sharp edge, drawing blood. "Absolutely breathtaking." His cock twitched inside your walls as he pressed the knife harder. As soon as he saw the first tears spill from your eyes he came inside you, "First load of the week. Let's see how you take it."

After a few more pumps he slipped out, knife also gone from your thighs and replaced by his mouth and tongue. The red from your lipstick mixed with that of your blood, making perfect kiss marks on you. One leg and then the other, and then finally between your legs. Sangwoo used his tongue to push the escaping cum back in, triggering your orgasm along the way. He would never let anything escape him, not his cum from your pussy, not your pussy from his mouth, and most importantly not you away from him.

#sangwoo x reader #oh sangwoo x reader #killing stalking x reader #manhwa x reader #sangwoo x you #oh sangwoo x you #killing stalking x you #manhwa x you #sangwoo imagine #oh sangwoo imagine #killing stalking imagine #manhwa imagines #sangwoo smut #oh sangwoo smut #killing stalking smut #manhwa smut #smut drabble #x female reader

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chatbots-for-straykids · 1 year

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#stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #killing stalking #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #oh sangwoo

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dadyscumslutprincess20 · 4 months

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Helloooo, it's me the person that said I needed more sang-wook ficts! So idk if you remember in S2 not sure which episode it was when hyun-soo and "sang-wook" (I don't remember the monster's name) crashed because said monster was seeing sang-wook's memories and stuff? So can you do something based on that where sang-wook and reader had been together bfr hand and then they see eachother again but this time like the "monster" actually leaves and yeah sang-wook is ok. I know it sounds a little weird but trust me I think it'll turn out good!

Sang - wook X reader

Genre: romance I say idk

Warning ⚠️: violence, fighting , blood

As Sang Wook held Hyun su down with one of his footed boots against the dash board of the military , removing a hand from the steering wheel as he pops his nose back in to place

“Why did you kill him” Hyun su managed to let out as he struggles againstSang Wook foot as he tries to push his foot off his throat with all his force but he didn’t remove a inch

“Because … you pissed me off” Sang Wook replies with a heartless laugh as he gives Hyun su a quick glance quickly turning his gaze back toward the road

As he uses his free foot to press down on the gas a bit more , as he mind starts to play his past memories that he had with reader

You met Sang Wook at a friends gathering as you didn’t really know any one there but your two best friends Amy and Lisa

You were sitting in a corner as you didn’t felt like your fit in well , Sang Wook glances soon landing in your sitting figure as he starts to become curious since he never seen you there before

Slowly walking towards you as he gives you slight bow with a small smile as he greets you , which your greet back as you look away shyly , which he found adorable

Not to long after you started to hang out more as you start to become closer by the day , eventually Sang Wook decided to ask you out to which you happily accepted

After a couple of dates , 6 maybe 7 , he finally grew the guts to tell you how he really felt about you , to soon find out you felt the same way as you both soon started dating

After a year of being a happily couple as he made sure to keep you out of any dirty business he did so you could stay safe to which you understood and never pressured him about , always being there to patch him up if needed

Weeks later you both eventually moved into Green Home , as it made you super excited to finally be able to live with Sang Wook , although he was happy to live with you he was there to handle other business

Which soon caught up with him .. after you both started to open up to the other survivors at Green Home , a group of thugs needed up showing up , one of the men taking your front e group as he drags you to a near by room

After finally breaking free and getting Green Home back from the thugs , Sang Wook went looking for you , only to see you ‘lifeless body’..laying over the table

That same day Sang Wook decided to leave Green Home which soon ended him him being shot and soon being controlled by a monster

Shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts as he lets out a shaky breath

“You aren’t dead you mother fucker” sang Wook says as his eyes start to turn pitch black as he tries to take control over his body but fails seconds later abusing Sang Wook to let out a cocky laugh

His monster side was to caught up in making sure he didn’t gain back Sang Wook to gain control that he didn’t notice the sudden spikes that were thrown in the road

As the tired go flat causing the car to swerve a little as it , crashes into a small pole.. coming back to his senses as he groan in pain a bit , Hyun su quickly climbing out of the car as blood trails down his head slowly looking up once he was out as he stop in he tracks

Quietly watching as the unknown person slowly walks past him not paying him any mind as she slowly walks to the crashed vehicle, pulling open the drivers side door as she pulls out a bloodied Sang Wook

Gently pulling his body out of the car as she places him on the ground , quietly checking his pulse as Hyun su watches with silent tears running down his face as knew Sang Wook thought you were gone

“H-He’s not him self” Hyun su says softly as he watches as you make sure he was breathing through his nose

“I know..” you reply quietly, taking your bag as you grab a bottle of water slowly opening the cap as you splash a bit of water on Sang Wook

“SANG WOOK” reader yells as Sang Wook eyes opens abruptly staring up at the sky for a minute before slowly turning his head in your direction eyes becoming wide as he feels tears drop down his face

“W-Who are you” Sang Wook says lowly almost in a whisper

“You ducking idiot..” You say as you slap his shoulder carefully , “ your sure a dick head you know that , how can you let some monster take control over your just because you assume I was dead , how can you just leave me like that your fucking prick” you say in one breathe let out as your let out a deep breath looking at him with anger and hurt after a while of silence he eyes seemed a bit different.. no make almost as he tried to sit up looking at you in disbelief

“R-Reader..” San Wook let’s our as he chokes on a sob , slowly nodding your head as he pulls you in a tight hug crying on your shoulder as you rubbed his back with a smile

You had your Sang Wook back after a year of searching and thinking he had died ….all because of you

#black reader #fem reader #female reader #smut #sweet home #sweet home 2 #sweet home imagines #x reader #sweethomefanfic #sweet home fanfic #sweet home x reader #sangwoo x reader #kdrama x reader

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neganluver · 1 year

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Heaven and Back

warnings: smut, rough sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), sadism, masochism, older man/younger woman, five some f/m/m/m/m, innocence, creampie, choking, restraints, teasing, soft sangwoo (kinda), name calling, dom/sub, blindfolds, big dics, double penetration, sang woo and berlin in suits, crying, sir kink, manhandling, throat fucking, extended universe

You were bored sitting around and doing nothing all day, so you decided to go visit your dear boyfriend. Well…one of them at least.

You invited yourself into Chang ho’s office, noticing his colleagues weren’t there. As usual, he was wearing a button up, sleeves rolled up, revealing his veiny forearms that laid beneath the fabric. “Good morning, Chang!” You spoke happily, running up to him, him taking you into his arms.

Chang was a nickname you had given him once the two of you started to become close. He’s never been given a nickname, considering he was never really in a relationship and given such a cute nickname. Of course, he’s been with many women before. But he believes it was never too serious.

Placing a large hand on one side of your face, he speaks tenderly. “Morning, sweetheart. What brings you here?” Putting a pure smile on your face, you respond. “Nothing really..” Your tone was innocent but there was a hint of neediness and lustfulness within it. All he did in response to your innocent little act was smirk.

Right before you were about to pull your next trick, Berlin walks in. “Oh? Did I interrupt something?” Berlin questioned, chaffing as usual. Berlin seemed so intimidating to you at first, but after becoming close with him, you’ve adapted to his ways. Although he still has a huge affect on you and has the skills to make you nervous within seconds. Not just you though. You know he has a knack for making people nervous. You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen him actually mad because usually in stressful situations he seems to hide his anger with his bold, fearless, cocky and cold personality.

Rolling your eyes, you huff. “Actually you did interrupt something, Berlin.” The way you stated your sentence was full of attitude and sassy. He also noticed that you pronounced his name in a mocking matter as well. “Why’re you here, Berlin?” Chang ho questioning Berlin as well.

Sitting down, Berlin sighs. “Well…Why else? I couldn’t have my precious girl running around without any supervision, could I?” Berlin chaffed, yet truthfully speaking from his mind. Soon enough, Berlin turnt his attention towards you, patting his lap, silently inviting you to sit on his lap. Trying to hide your excitement, you roll your eyes. But it’s okay to him because he sure has all of your tricks and ways stuck in his mind now. Almost as if he has them tattooed onto his brain. It’s also as if he knows your every move. Not just that, he seems to be pretty patient with you.

He’s never had a soft spot for anyone but ever since you’ve came into his life, he treats you differently. You’re special. More special than anyone else in his life. He seems to be more intimidating, cold, and heartless to others.

Walking towards him, you seat yourself into his lap. Hands grabbing onto your waist, he smirks. Starting to become nervous, you straddle him, burying your face into his shoulder. He loves the huge affect he has on you. The sexual tension within the room was becoming heavier and heavier, it was almost unbearable. Before the two of you could continue any further, both Sang woo and Han walk in.

Berlin chuckles as he hears you whine into his shoulder, lowering his hand onto your ass. Slowly, he kneads the soft flesh there. Hearing you gasp, a smirk appears onto his face. “Don’t worry. It’s just your other two boyfriends, doll face.” Berlin reassured. Sang woo started to speak, breaking the silence. “Were you guys really going to start without us?”

“We weren’t going to do anything dirty!” You said in defense, lifting your head up, meeting eyes with the two men that had just entered the room. “Really? You seem to be enjoying yourself while sitting on Berlin’s lap.” Han joined in. Facing you towards the others, Berlin grabbing your ass forcefully, causing you to yelp and slightly jolt forward. Chuckling, he starts to place kisses on your neck. He was rough, yet his lips were as soft as a feather.

Humming, Chang ho seats himself next to both you and Berlin. “I’m sure she’s telling the truth. She did tell me that she wasn’t in here for much. I’m sure our precious girl was just missing us. Isn’t that right?” Chang ho spoke, the words rolling off his tongue so seductively yet tenderly, sounding like a gentle melody.

His right hand held your jaw firmly, but gentle enough to not hurt you, waiting for your response. Your mouth opened, yet no words came out. Although Chang ho knew your little action was not on purpose, he smirked, amused. Sang woo slowly stepped towards the three of you, crouching down, meeting you eye to eye, his dark orbs piercing you right through your head. “It’s rude to not answer people, darling.” Sang woo’s voice having the same amount of deepness as Chang ho’s, but his voice sounded more dark. It’s almost as if his statement was a threat.

You gulped nervously, speaking with a shaky voice. “Yes, s-sir…” Both Chang ho and Sang woo smirked, enjoying your nervousness. Han enjoyed as well from a distance, but he wanted to mess around too. Standing in front of you, towering over you, Han demands “, Stand up, doll face.”

Instantly standing up, you look up at him, giving him the most pure and innocent eyes you could. Before you could get an reaction out of him, he turnt you around, facing you towards the other the three men. You could clearly see all of their huge erections straining against their pants. “What a dirty girl, huh?” Han muttered, squeezing your side roughly causing you to yelp, slightly jumping.

“Kneel.” Han ordered clear and sternly. Positioning yourself onto your knees, you place your hands on your knees, waiting for his next command. “Now, tell us what you want. Loud and clear.” Han demanded.

“I-I…” Before you could continue your sentence, Han kicked your back gently, repeating himself “, Loud and clear.”

Whimpering, you started to speak again. “I want you guys to use me, p-please..” Tears slowly started to pool in your eyes as you begged. Berlin chuckled, noticing the tears in your eyes. “She must really want it. Look at her, holding back her tears.” He pointed out, teasing you.

“Alright. I want you to go up to those three and let them strip you. Got it, doll face?” You nodded in response. “Good slut. Starting at Sang woo. Go.”

These four are gonna be the death of you. You weren’t surprised about Berlin and Han having a lot of similarities, including kinks. They were both like each other in some type of way. You were pretty surprised though when they both told you they were into BDSM. Specifically, they both have huge interests in gun play. But that shouldn’t have surprised you as it’s already pretty obvious.

I mean…come on. It’s Berlin and Han were talking about here.

Both Han and Sang woo aren’t the biggest teases but on the other side…Berlin and Chang ho are the biggest teases known to man kind and when those two are alone with you, you just know you’re gonna be left on the edge for hours and teased back to back. But when Han and Sang woo are in the mood and they all have you for the night, you’re more than done for.

Crawling to Sang woo, you kneel by his feet, noticing him patting his lap, indicating for you to join him. You stood up weakly, legs slightly shaking. Pulling you onto his lap, Sang woo kisses your neck roughly, almost as if he’s been craving it for forever. He could tell by your face that you wanted to be touched and kissed up and down. He knew that you were craving it and that you needed it so badly, thus he helped fill in your needs. After all, you’re his precious girl.

You are much smaller than him, so he intended to be gentle on you but he finds it hard to because how could he not want to ruin someone like you? You’re so frail, it’s almost like he doesn’t want to be rough with you one bit. Leisurely, he removes your shirt. You were just like a delicate, fragile piece of art in his hands. After all, it’s true. He was the artist and you were his canvas. With gratification, you’d gladly let him paint as much as he pleases.

You were for sure a piece of art. A piece of art so beautiful and delightful. Observing your half exposed boy, he leans down, a gentle kiss placed on one of your breasts. Upon hearing you moan softly, he’s encouraged to pleasure you more. You’ve gotta admit, Sang woo was for sure the most gentle one out of the four. Of course, although he can be intensely rough, he definitely took it easy on you. A tender kiss was placed against your collarbone, a silent signal indicating your little moment with him was over.

Swiftly, he lifts you up, handing you over to Berlin. You never understood how they could always lift you as if you weighed nothing, as if you’re as light as a feather. I mean, of course, they were all well built but you never expected them to lift you up so effortlessly.

Now seated on Berlin’s lap, you look up at him. His eyes were dark and full of lust. You could tell he was having the most lewd thoughts running through his mind right now. A sinful smile spreads across his face, a little warning showing that he’s up to no good. He’s got the most flawless, prepossessing smile you’ve ever seen. The first time you saw him smile, you were more than in love. It had such a strong affect on you, you nearly passed out right then and there.

You’ve always encouraged him to smile, but of course, you’ve never pressured him into anything he’s uncomfortable doing. In the most quintessential way ever, he slides down your pants, removing them fully. Brutally, he grips your thigh. Hearing you whimper, a sadistic smirk creeps upon his face. His hands were rough on your body. Although they were rough, you could tell how experienced they were. Effortlessly, he places one of your legs on his side. Running his hand up and down your smooth, silky leg, he pulls you closer to him in attempt to press your body against his. Turning out to be a success, your bodies were pressed up against each other’s.

Enjoying how exposed you were to him, he whispers in your ear. “Such a pretty bitch. A beautiful little toy.” His words aiming straight towards your heart in the best way possible. You weren’t gonna deny it, you loved when he called you such names. The degrading names you always received from him were like a euphony to you.

Ultimately, he passes you over to Chang ho. Taking you into his lap, Chang ho gives your side a little squeeze. His hands were cold, the coldness of his hands and his action causing to slightly jump. An enchanting chuckle passes through his lips at your reaction.

Trouble-freely, his hand slips into your panties. You feel him starting to rub your clit in small, gentle circles, slowly getting rougher and rougher. Your moans and whimpers sounded like a melody to him. He was glad he was able to please you so well. His actions were becoming more and more brutal each second, you swear you started to see stars.

Han decided to join in, feeling his presence behind you, he unclasps your bra, revealing your breasts. Han pulls you back against him, rough hands squeezing your breasts, kneading them time to time. A pathetic whimper left you as the two of them played with you. In a state of euphoria, you start to move your hips back and fourth, desperately grinding onto Chang ho, hoping for some type of friction.

Chang ho chuckled at your desperateness. “You want it that bad? What a dirty, dirty girl.” Chang ho teased, rough fingers entering you, causing you to shudder and gasp softly. Han tilted your head backwards so that the two of you made eye contact. Looking down at you keenly, his dark and possessive eyes causing your heart to skip a few beats. Noticing the neediness in your eyes, he states “, Look at you. Still so needy, hm? What else is it you need, slut? Perhaps..” His attention and eyes turning towards Sang woo and Berlin, the two of them smirking and palming themselves through their pants.

Both Han and Chang ho stop touching you completely, the two men who were previously touching you, handed you over to the other two men who had been waiting patiently. “Lie on your back.” Sang woo ordered. Obediently and quickly, you lie on your back, waiting for your next order or their next action. Unzipping his pants, Berlin pulls down his pants enough for his cock to be freed, Sang woo doing the same. You whimpered at the sight, gulping nervously.

There was just something about the way they removed their belts with one hand.. It just had you distracted, mesmerized. Both interrupted by the sound of your whining, they glare down at you. Timidly, you become nervous by their full attention on you. “What is it?” Berlin’s deep voice knocking you out of your thoughts. “Nothing…i-it’s just that…The way you guys took off your belts j-just..” You spoke sheepishly, wanting to hide yourself, feeling embarrassed. A chuckle escaped from Berlin, “Do the littlest things we do really get you worked up like that, doll face? Hm?”

Berlin picks his belt up off the floor, motioning with his hand for you to come towards him. Crawling to him, his left hand gripping both of your wrists, his right wrapping his belt around both of your hands, restraining you completely. Afterwards, he yanked off his tie, positioning you onto your knees as he wraps his tie around your eyes, completely covering your vision. Hearing you whine, he chuckles sadistically yet seductively. He knew you wanted to see both his and Sang woo’s face as they took you and he used that to his advantage.

“There we go. Just behave and we’ll take it easy on you, got it?” Berlin spoke, his statement making you even more nervous. “Y-yes, sir…” You responded, nodding. Besides that, they were both long and girthy, so taking one of them would be a struggle. But…at the same time? They must be crazy to think you’ll be able to handle all that..

Berlin spreads your legs with slight force, lowering himself in between them. To start off, he covers your inner thighs with soft, tender kisses. But you knew he was just holding back his urges and getting you prepared for what’s to come. He licks a long stripe against your slit, smirking at your reaction at the contact. He was just getting started and you already were becoming undone. Slowly, he buries his head in between your legs, starting to lick you rapidly. Gasping at the sudden change, you start to squirm. Berlin grabs one of your sides roughly, enough to bruise, keeping you pinned down.

You started moaning louder and louder as his actions became rougher and rougher. You swear you went to heaven and back. He had you right where he wanted you, pleasuring you as rough as he wanted. He was an absolute professional at eating people out. If it were up to you, you’d want him to eat you out all day. He felt the same way as well. You tasted so heavenly to him, he would love to have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. The rope in your stomach was about to snap but then, he pulled away, licking his lips. You whined in defeat, struggling even more against the restraints. “Please…” You pleaded, your voice breaking in desperation. Berlin held your face in the palm of his hand, laughing at your pathetic state. “I don’t think so.” His response giving off an cruel and sadistic scent.

In records time, you felt him entering you, no warning or anything. He started off teasingly slow, stretching you out. But that quickly changed as he switched into a different category. Not allowing you to adjust, he roughly and quickly thrusts into you, bottoming out. Your back arched as you gasp, in another state of euphoria. In attempt to work you up, he thrusts at a teasingly slow pace. Protesting with a whimper, you started squirm. Before you could say or do anything further, Sang woo shuts you up by pushing his cock into your mouth.

In the process, Berlin suddenly picks up his pace. You moan loudly in response, trying to focus with Berlin fucking your guts out and Sang woo’s cock in your mouth. Whimpers and gasps leave your mouth as your wrap your lips around Sang woo’s cock, all sending vibrations through Sang woo’s body causing him to groan in response. Berlin leans down by your ear, muttering curses over and over whilst calling you the most lewd things ever, his thrusts getting brutally rougher and faster after every few thrusts. His groans were quiet, rumbling in his throat. You started getting closer and closer towards the edge, which makes Berlin grunt as you tighten around him. The grip he has on your hips is so hard, it has you whimpering in pain and pleasure. Eventually, the rope in your stomach snaps and with a squeal, you release your fluids all over Berlin’s cock, staining his black blazer and vest, him smirking at the sight of it.

You pull your head off Sang woo’s cock, gasping for air, slightly coughing. Berlin continues his brutal thrusts, continuously groaning, becoming more and more louder. Tears were starting to fill up into your eyes as you were relentlessly hammered into by Berlin. After a while, he let’s out a guttural groan, releasing his load inside of you, filling you up to the brim. Subsequently, he pulls out of you, leaving you empty. Before you could restart even catch your breath and relax, Sang woo pushes his cock back into your mouth, his grip on your hair tight causing you to whimper.

Cruelly, he pushes his cock all the way down your throat, trying your best to not choke on him, wanting to make him proud. Steadily, he moves his hips, listening to your little whimpers and whines. “Good, good..” A rasped praise slipping past his lips. Feeling your throat tighten around him, a deep grunt escapes from his mouth, his breathe being caught within his throat for a second. Glaring down at you, he loved the way your lips wrapped around his cock. So pink and plump. Such a pretty face you have as well. He loved every single one of your features.

Soon enough, his thrusts become more vicious, indicating he’s close. You couldn’t help it anymore and you continuously choke on his cock, whimpering. He enjoys seeing you in this state, slightly smirking. With a loud groan, he releases his load down your throat. As soon as he pulls out your mouth, you immediately gasp for air, wiping the saliva off your chin. Both Chang ho and Han smirked, realizing it’s their turn now.

You were nearly sent to heaven but you still have two more men to take. You start whining again, squirming impatiently. “Patience.” Chang ho muttered, grabbing one of your breasts roughly which easily shut you up. Hearing their pants unzipping, you started to squirm again, but this time, in anticipation. In a matter of seconds, you felt Han lift you up, shifting himself beneath you, your back pressed against his chest. Chang ho following, he positioned himself at your entrance. Suddenly, you felt Han take you from behind as Chang ho took you from the front. A loud, audible gasp escaped from your throat as they double penetrated you slowly yet painfully.

Instantly, their paces picked up, knocking the wind out of you. They both chuckled as you struggled to make any noises because of both of their cocks inside of you. They were both as girthy and long as Berlin and Sang woo so it was painful, yet pleasurable. They had a smooth rhythm and although they weren’t able to go as rough as they wanted, their thrusts were still rough enough to make you cry out in pain and pleasure. Soon enough, they were both pounding into you as rough as they could. You squealed and cried out only god knows how many times.

Han’s hand was wrapped around your throat so tightly, you could barely even make a noise. The most you could do was whimper and struggle, hoping he won’t kill you. Of course, you knew he wouldn’t do such a thing to you, but his grip on your neck was really tight, almost life threatening. Meanwhile, Chang ho’s left hand was squeezing your breasts roughly as his right held your hip tightly, as bruising as Berlin held it. Unexpectedly, you feel the rope in your stomach snap once again. Letting out a shriek, your juices spill all over the two of them.

They both grin at the huge mess you made. After a period of time, the two of them both let out deep, low groans, both finishing inside of you, filling you up completely. They both pull out, Han releasing your neck in the process, allowing you to breathe again. You instantly gasp for air, feeling glad to finally breathe again. You lie there, whimpering and panting heavily as you feel their loads leaking out of you, the blindfold around your eyes wet from your tears. “Good girl. You did a good job.” Chang ho spoke, the tone in his voice proving that he was all out of breath as well.

Berlin unties the blindfold around your eyes, Han removing the belt that was restraining you. It felt weird seeing the world again but you were glad you could finally see again. You whined, your wrists were red and hurt after being restrained for so long. Sang woo chuckled, taking your wrists into his hands, rubbing them gently, soothing them. You looked up at the four men that all took you to heaven and back, huffing. They were all already dressed, all looking professional as if nothing had just happened between the five of you. Chang ho smirks charmingly, taking your hand into his. “Come, sweetheart. Let’s get you dressed.”

The four of them were happy to have you. They all knew they had you right in the palm of their hands.

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GIRLFRIENDS…!? [ k. sae-byeok ]

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

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

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

Okay. You really need to stop drinking.

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

Saebyeok's lips.

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

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

It's a Friday night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anyways...

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

"My girlfriend."

Your heart nearly exploded.

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

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

But girlfriends!?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Always so plain...

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

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

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

"Making money. Are you okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Saebyeok is silent for a few seconds.

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

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

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

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

"I'm on my way."

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

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

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

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

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

Gosh, the things this girl did to you.

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

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

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

You feel a blowsy tint blooming on your cheeks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Endearing, and in this special case, conveniently opportunistic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your apartment falls noiseless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sae nods. “He seems to be, yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Really? You’d actually go with me?”

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

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

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

But you weren’t. And you don’t.

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

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

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

“Okay, why do you keep repeating that?”

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

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

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

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

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

You analyze her stony response with a churning stomach.

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

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

The air is dull of noise as your jaw clenches.

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

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

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

“Okay… And?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, when you put it so curtly…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only because someone was too eager to wait…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good.” She sighs out with swollen lips.

“Great.”

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

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

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

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

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