Ok but like, breeding Oh Sangwoo would be so fun.
YESS I MEAN it would be so fun right???
cw: small smut. angst ig. babytrapping. breeding kink and stuff. m just bored to tag alr. dark content.
english not my first language, I wrote this while I was sleepy as hell I love you guys
His stupid smirk and psycho aura turned into a fucking submissive and depressed personality for the rest of his life.
we all know Oh Sangwoo had a really bad connection with his mom, arriving at obvious abusive and dark points about a horrible motherhood and figure out who should "educate" him. Sadly (and gracefully) Sangwoo could almost hit his own stomach when he finds out he's pregnant.
The breeding in your sexual activities is clearly fun and satisfying for you, forcing your cock deep inside Sangwoo's walls to milk it until he cannot move from a huge creampie in his cunt.
Oh Sangwoo has a vasectomy, doesn't he? Well, he has a cunt now, maybe he tried enough contraceptive methods but not at the time you fucking breeded his womb.
“It would be fun!” You cheered with a smile, looking at the positive pregnancy test in Sangwoo's trembling hand. You gave a quick look at his pale and almost motionless face, kissing his cheek anxiously. “You'll be such a great mom, Sangwoo.”
He doesn't want you to leave him alone in the bathroom, but also wants to be alone. He didn't wanted this, you know? he can't be a mom, he don't want to!
while you give soft and large kisses around his cheeks and neck, hugging his small waist; Sangwoo wants so bad to not believe this, just thinking about carring a child inside him makes it sick. He doesn't want to become what his mother was.
“Well, don't worry about too much of this,” You smiled. “You can give birth to the baby, but not look at it, touch it... even create a bond with the life that you created and expelled from your womb.”
Your words made him feel worse, obviously. So, well he did wanted to do all those things too, but something inside him, the smallest thing of all, was yelling at him about it, his own motherhood ruined because of a shitty experience with Eunseo.
“But I can't force you to that, it's your choice.” You smirked, like if Sangwoo originally don't would have forced women to give birth to his offspring, your ego was too selfish to let him keep sinking in on itself. “If you gave birth to the kid and don't even want to look at it, I'll go, and you will never see me again.”
“No!” You were startled for a moment by his strong, shaky voice. His trembling hands taking your arms softly, almost choking back a sob. “D-don't... leave me..”
“Oh?” You tilted your head to the side in full interest, hugging Sangwoo's hunched figure again. “You kidnapped me and forced me to stay here, so I did one of the worst things possible and got you pregnant. I know you want me out of here.”
“I-I don't,” The maniacal smile on your face lengthened, he looked so cute! “I can't raise it alone...”
You sighed at that. “Only that?” you rolled your eyes. “You can go to a bar and find an ugly old man with lots of money, duh. You'll be fine, and the fetus too.”
You separated for a moment from the embrace, kneeling in front of him to put your face back to a completely neutral state, this was something serious, wasn't it?
“You know how South Korea has been doing with the low birth rate,” You hummed. “You are gonna be a hero, Sangwoo.”
“But I w-want you to stay with me,” He sobbed, almost in a silent voice, his hands deepened in your clothes. “I really, really want to.”
Your face turned into another big smile, helping him get up from the edges of the tub, giving a small kiss on his dead lips.
“Oh, Sangwoo.” You teased, taking his waist from behind your arm. “we're gonna be great parents!”
Yeah, he didn't liked the sound of that.
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you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.
you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.
he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.
a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.
he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.
you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.
people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.
wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.
also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.
he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."
you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.
"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."
he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.
you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.
is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?
you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.
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