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One of the many things that disturb me in lookism is how inconsistent characteristics of the characters are. (There are many more things, but i'd like to see these get revived)
One of my favourites was Samuel with his brass knuckles. He had a habit of touching his knuckles from time to time, which PTJ forgot about.
Another Samuel habit: he absolutely hated anyone interrupting him.
One more is Warren with his speech style. I dunno but it was quite unique and even funny at sometimes.
I'm wondering if Jake's mom actually did fall for him and accepted his proposal when he went for her the first time only to realise her mistakes later on. Future deadbeat-ery aside, Gap is actually a pretty funny character icl. He also looks like a sharper, black haired version of Goo.
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Hello! Good day ahead. Can i please request these characters
Gun, Goo, Samuel and Jake seeing their s/o with a baby? Like it happens when a colleague of s/o comes over and has a few months old newborn with them. The baby doesn't cry in her arms and the mother (colleague) praises her that she'll be a good mom someday. After that, the characters asks if s/o wants to have one in the future. All just fluff and sweet conversation about it.
But it's still up to you! Your work is amazing!!
I love this idea and also tyyy anon!
GUN PARK
It wasn’t as if domesticity was lacking in your life, but certain topics were simply left hanging in the air. And when things are left unsaid, there is always room for them to be filled in strange ways.
Gun usually ignored so-called domestic matters. Sometimes the ajummas doted on him when he was surprisingly chivalrous with them, but to him, all of it was background noise.
So when your colleague arrived carrying a bundled-up newborn, Gun barely spared them a glance. You all met in the park.
He stood near the sidewalk, arms folded, expression unreadable as always. Thankfully, he had his shades on, otherwise the baby might never have come near you.
But then the baby started fussing.
Your colleague looked apologetic, bouncing the tiny child in her arms with visible exhaustion. You instinctively reached out.
“May I?”
Your colleague looked surprised, but she handed the baby over carefully.
The moment the infant settled into your arms, everything changed.
The crying stopped almost immediately.
You adjusted the blanket, swaying gently, speaking in that soft voice Gun rarely got to hear, one he most likely had never heard before.
The baby blinked up at you, quiet and content.
Your colleague sighed in relief. “Wow… look at that. She likes you already.... You’ll be such a good mom, dear.”
You laughed, flustered. “That’s a lot to assume.”
Gun said nothin but his gaze stayed fixed on you longer than usual. Somehow, he even wanted to hold the baby himself, just to see if the child would react the same way but thought better of it.
He watched the way your face softened. The way you beamed when your colleague said you’d be a good mother. The unconscious gentleness with which you rocked the baby.
Something about it all felt strange.
Later, after everyone left and the two of you headed home, Gun approached you while you were reading some papers.
He stood behind you.
“You calmed the baby surprisingly fast,” he said.
You glanced back. “What’s surprising about that?”
“I fought someone while holding a baby and the baby was still asleep.”
You smiled faintly. “Should’ve tried that today as well.”
“All those weaklings I should’ve fought?”
The pillow you threw went straight over his head.
“Even with a baby there, you still wanted to fight someone?” you asked.
He didn’t really know why, but the image of you holding the child so contentedly had shifted something in his mind.
Then Gun wondered... if Eli Jang could do it, why not him?
But it also crushed him, uncharacteristically, to know he was no Eli Jang. He was what the Yamazaki shaped, what Somi made him, what Shingen failed to achieve.
Despite it all…
“Do you want one?”
You turned fully this time, surprised by how serious he sounded.
“A baby?”
He looked almost annoyed at needing to clarify. “Obviously.”
You studied him. “Are you asking because you want one?”
“I’m asking because if you do… I can consider it.”
The way he worded it, coming from anyone else, might have sounded unromantic.
Coming from Gun, it was the barest peice of himself he had ever shown.
You patted the space beside you, motioning for him to sit.
“I’d want one someday,” you said. “Only if you wanted it too.”
His hand came up, not to hold your face, but to rest on your shoulder.
“If that’s what you want.”
And even if Gun would never fully trust words like these, when you said—
“You’d make a great father, Gun.”
...something in him shifted.
Maybe with you, he’d like to be one.
Even if part of him wanted to know how strong his child could become, he still wanted to nurture one alongside you.
GOO KIM
The baby had Goo fascinated within thirty seconds.
He crouched dramatically in front of the stroller like he’d encountered a Kpop Idol.
“Look at those cheeks. What a little fatass.”
You smacked Goo on the head and quickly explained to your colleague that this was simply your husband’s strange way of showing affection.
Your colleague laughed while adjusting the stroller. “You can hold him if you’d like.”
Goo pointed to himself. “Me? Are you sure?”
Then the baby began crying.
Your face scrunched in despair. Did the baby already sense Goo was dangerous?
Not wanting to make things worse and partly because of what Goo had said earlier, you stepped in and took the baby into your arms.
You swayed gently, humming under your breath, and the crying stopped slowly.
Goo looked at you as if you were some kind of sorcerer.
“Damn, babe. Watching Jujutsu Kaisen really turned you into one.”
You gritted your teeth, already planning how to make him stop talking, but chose to ignore him.
Instead, you focused on the bundle of joy in your arms.
You bounced the baby gently, smiling down at him. He stared up at you, perfectly calm.
Your colleague grinned. “Aww. He likes you already.”
“I think babies are smart enough to recognize danger,” you said pointedly, glancing at Goo.
“Hmm, yes… instincts,” your colleague said. And then... “You’d make such a good mom the way you handled my child.”
That made Goo go quiet for once.
There was something about seeing you with a baby tucked against your shoulder, so gentle, and warm, that made his chest feel oddly tight.
Though, of course, his mind also immediately began running through all the ways babies could be made.
Later, after your colleague left, Goo flopped dramatically onto your side.
He was quiet for a few minutes, kissing your shoulder absentmindedly.
You looked over suspiciously. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Then what’s all this?”
He turned dramatically toward you.
“I think I have baby fever.”
You blinked.
“I’ve already imagined the different positions we could use to conceive one.”
You stared at him. “You have what? Did you even ask me if I want one?”
Goo stopped mid-shenanigan and actually thought about it.
Right. Your consent mattered most.
“If you don’t, that’s fine,” he said, still pressing kisses along your shoulder and neck to show he wouldn’t love you any less.
But you beat him to it...
“I just think it’d be nice… to have a mini you and me.” you said.
He stared at your joined hands, then grinned.
And immediately pounced. Consent was duly given.
A baby was apparently already in the making.
SAMUEL SEO
Truth be told, Samuel didn’t want children, let alone someone basking in the glow of having one, much like your annoyingly cheerful colleague.
He was sitting across the room, pretending to scroll through his phone while your colleague apologized for her crying baby.
The dirty glances Samuel was giving her did not go unnoticed.
The baby was red-faced and wailing loud enough to shake the room.
You hesitated, then eventually gave in. Better to try than let things continue.
So you stepped forward.
You held the baby close, stroking his back softly.
Within moments, the cries softened into little noises before fading altogether.
Your colleague looked amazed and grateful.
“She never settles that fast with strangers.”
Samuel clicked his tongue in the background, earning him a sharp glare from you.
“I think luck was on my side today,” you said humbly, still cradling the baby.
“It’s more than luck,” your colleague smiled warmly. “It’s your energy. You know… you’d be a great mom .”
Samuel dropped his phone. Then caught it just in time.
What did he just hear?
The way you looked shy and happy at those words made something twist unpleasantly in his stomach.
He needed to talk to you.
When the visit ended you found him on the balcony later, leaning against the railing. He immediately put out his cigarette when you came beside him.
“You need to learn how to behave,” you said sternly.
“Very much like you.”
“Learn from me then. Bet you can’t make a baby stop crying.”
“Isn’t that precisely the issue?” Samuel said, his tone suddenly sharp.
Why was he feeling this twisted frustration? This emptiness in his stomach?
“Do you want children that badly?” he asked.
He had to let it out before it became uglier.
You couldn’t quite understand where it came from, but you had a feeling where this conversation might lead.
“Someday, maybe,” you said carefully. “Why?”
He stared out at the city lights, thinking of his dream of becoming king and the variables he had never accounted for.
“You know everything, right?” he asked quietly.
You nodded and moved closer.
“Yes, I know.”
You continued...
“That’s why I think I’d want to build one properly.”
You slipped your hand into his.
“You’d be better than you think.”
He scoffed lightly. “That’s a blatant lie.”
“It’s not.”
His free hand still held the cigarette as he considered whether what you said was nonsense or not.
“If we ever had one,” he murmured, “I’d…”
He paused. Thought hard.
“I’d try my best.”
And that was the best he could come up with.
He cursed himself for it.
“And that’s what truly matters.”
“What?”
“You trying.”
Samuel might have thought it was corny, but somehow, for once, he had nothing to say.
And as the two of you remained there, hands intertwined, Samuel thought that maybe he would try.
Try to be better.
A king leads by example, after all.
JAKE KIM
As soon as Jake met your colleague and her child on Big Deal Street, he immediately began trying to amuse the baby and brighten the atmosphere.
“Hello there,” he said softly, crouching beside the carrier. “Aren’t you a precious one?”
The baby blinked at him, then started babbling.
Jake had a feeling his charm was being rejected.
Your colleague noticed his crestfallen face and laughed.
“She’s been grumpy all day. It’s the summer heat, nothing serious.”
But the soft babbling soon turned into full-blown cries.
Jake’s attempts were futile. Your colleague struggled too.
So you stepped in.
You carefully lifted the baby and settled her against you.
Almost instantly, she relaxed.
Your colleague sighed gratefully.
“My, my. Look at you a natural, aren’t you?”
“It was just a little help,” you said shyly.
“And that little help goes a long way toward being a great mother.”
Jake jumped in immediately.
“Yeah? You think she’d be a great mother?”
Your colleague nodded.
You blushed. “You both need to stop saying that.”
Jake just kissed the side of your head, which somehow made the baby giggle.
“You want a friend to play with, right?” Jake cooed to the child.
When she clapped her hands, that was enough for him...
Later, as the two of you walked home together, the moment lingered in your mind.
Jake happily swung your joined hands back and forth before suddenly breaking the silence.
“Would you want kids one day?”
You glanced at him. “That came out of nowhere.”
“Did it really?”
His cheeks were slightly flushed.
You smiled. “Maybe. With the right person.”
Jake squeezed your hand.
“And who’s that?”
You stopped walking.
He looked nervous now. He knew the answer but what if you rejected him because of who his father was? Would it be fair to judge him for that? Jake thought the possibility existed.
Then you kissed his cheek and murmured—
“I mean… not now, obviously. But in the future.”
“In the future, at the right time,” you said slowly, “with you… yes.”
Jake’s nervousness vanished, replaced by a bright glint in his eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
He wrapped you in a hug right there on the sidewalk.
“Bet they’ll have my handsome face,” he murmured.
“Ah yes. I just pray they have good teeth.”
That was foul of you.
But Jake only held you tighter and hoped the future would be as bright as the two of you imagined.
yall i wouldn’t last 2 seconds in lookism, i’d be bouncing from man to man.
seeing yenna all grown up made me feel maternal instincts yall don't understand.
I bet this is the kind of shit Gapryong used to tell Minseon🥀 almost all cheaters do this.
Lookism boys: Entering an overly kawaii room for the first time
SAMUEL SEO
Samuel stands in the doorway, looking entirely out of place against your pastel wallpaper.
His eyes sweep around your room. He doesn't even try to hide his disgust.
He sits down on the edge of your bed, and a giant, squishy plushie slightly deflates under his heavy frame. He picks it up by its tiny ears, staring it dead in the eyes with a serious expression.
He scoffs, but his grip on the plushie doesn't loosen. In fact, he rests his forearm over it.
"What the hell? You live like a child."
But the second you step out of the room to get him something to drink, he’s poking its squishy face.
GUN PARK
Gun doesn't give a damn about how you decorate your room.
He stops in front of a shelf crowded with round, soft plushies arranged perfectly by size.
He reaches out and pushes one slightly to the left to align it perfectly.
Gun views everything you own as an extension of you, which means he immediately assumes ownership of the plushies, too. He sits at your desk, unbuttoning his suit jacket, completely unfazed by the giant teddies around him.
He’ll pick up the biggest, softest plushie on your bed, toss it onto his lap, and casually rest his hands on top of it while he discusses something important with you.
GOO KIM
Goo enters the room and literally gasps like he just found a treasure chest.
He dives straight onto your bed, burying his face into a mountain of pastel pillows.
"Holy shit! Why didn't you tell me you lived inside a manga!"
He has already named three of your plushies with reference to manga characters.
He is 100% going to try and steal one.
If you catch him stealing, he'll resort to puppy eye attack.
"Can I have this one? Please? Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?
JOHAN SEONG
Johan steps inside and his eyes immediately his eyes dart around the bright room, and his cheeks turn a violent shade of pink.
He awkwardly sits on a chair, which was the only unplushied area in your room.
He keeps on looking at a dog plushie on your shelf.
When you pass him the plushie, he freezes. But slowly he holds onto it.
"I knew it! You liked it!"
"No. I just think Eden and Miru will like it."
"Yeah, right."
Later you give the plushie to him, which he takes reluctantly.
And no. It's not for Eden and Miru. Johan sleeps with every night. . . . . . . . . . .
A/N: ty for the request @justnanad<3 it was certainly a unique request
My Man Wouldn't Touch You With A 10 Foot Pole
(pls get the reference)
Kento Nanami x f!reader
Warnings: NSFW
Divider credit: @aquazero
okay hey! so what exactly do you like about samuel seo???
everything man. everything. i have no description or pointers for what i like in him, everything. that’s my husband
yoo this one is dedicated to Sammy cuz yk i haven't found any new fic for him for a long time that's why im craving his content so much 🥲🥲 anyways, the situation involves an argument leading to a day of silent treatment. after falling asleep on the couch, you wake up to find him sleeping beside you, having carried you to bed. you hug him from behind, he turns to cuddle you, and you two end up resolve the earlier issue 👏🏼👏🏼 (this is ooc af but who cares, i'd die for these bastards being a big softie for their gf 🥲)
thankewww *sending a big hug* ✨
why are you care so much?!
tw ; argument, hurt/comfort
author's note ; i changed idea just a little of you don’t mind!! also i still think we don’t know that much about Sammy, but i tried to make him less ooc as possible. it’s been a while since the last time i wrote for our baby Sammy😭😭 thank you for request😋💌
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“you’re so impossible sometimes!” your voice cracked with frustration, the tension that had been building for days finally boiling over. Seongeun didn’t flinch. instead, his eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms, his posture rigid and unyielding. “impossible?” he scoffed, his tone dripping with condescension. “you’re the one making a big deal out of nothing. why are you always so sensitive?”
that was it. the arrogance, the dismissiveness — it was like he couldn’t understand why any of this mattered. his cold, superior attitude pushed all the wrong buttons, and you felt a surge of anger rise in your chest.
“because i care, Seongeun! i care about us, about you! but it’s like you don’t even want to try!” your voice trembled with emotion, frustration boiling over as you tried to make him see how much this hurt.
he rolled his eyes, as if your words were nothing more than a mild inconvenience. “you care too much. not everything has to be an issue. you make it seem like the world’s ending every time we fight.”
his indifference felt like a slap in the face. it wasn’t just the argument that hurt — it was how he always acted like he was above it, like your feelings were an inconvenience to him. the wall he put up, the coldness — it was suffocating. he didn’t understand, and worse, he didn’t seem to care.
you felt a lump forming in your throat, but you refused to let the tears fall. “i can’t do this right now,” you muttered, your voice small and defeated. grabbing your pillow and blanket from the bed, you shot him one last look, your heart aching with the weight of everything left unsaid.
Haiiii!! I was wondering if u could do some Lookism fanfic ? (seo seongeun)🧎🏻♀️💔
So look.. Y/N virgin and inexperienced (only read smut novels lol) and it's there first time to have bombaia
Hope u have a great day~ (つ≧▽≦)つ
First time together
Seo Seongeun x Fem!Reader (Black Reader)
~a/n: I loveeee smut novels but I’m not seeing other characters like that for Looksim like why💔~
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Warning ⚠️: Oral sex, Fingering, Vaginal sex, Losing Virginity
Small summary: you had decided to give your boyfriend your virginity after months of dating, you were nerves since you knew he was more experienced and you weren’t.
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“S-Seongeun..” Reader gasps brows furrowed, hands gripping at the black silk sheets beneath you. Seongeun hums against you sending small vibrations against your clit chasing your hips to buckle.
His strong hands grip your plump thighs a bit tighter in his hold, his glasses had long been removed from his face after a while of him becoming irritated with how they kept fogging.
Having thrown them on the other side of his bed. Dragging his warm tongue along your clit.
Your slick coating his tongue as he lets out a deep groan. It all felt weird to you , having never had anyone between your legs like this.
You didn’t think he would take you on the offer when you had texted him while he was still at work, honestly you were more curious about sex than anything.
But you also didn’t want to just sleep with anyone and the only person you trusted with your life at the moment was your boyfriend, Seo Seongeun.
You expect him to come home so early after leaving your text on read for a good hour or two, you assumed he didn’t want to be your first …but you were wrong, very , VERY wrong.
Releasing one of your thighs as his hand slowly moves higher down your inner thigh before using two of his fingers to collect your folds in his fingers.
A small gaspy moan leaves your lips , your (eye color) eyes looking down at Seongeun. As he rubs his ring and index fingers against your tight entrance, collecting your juices as they coat his fingers acting as lubricant.
Pulling away from your clit a whine leaving your lips as you watching Seongeun , pulling his fingers away from your pussy before licking your juices from his fingers.
A groan leaves his lips , spreading your legs a bit wider as you whimper. Pushing his fingers past your folds as he slowly slips ten past your tight entrance.
A moan leaves your lips watching as his fingers slide past your walls inch by inch causing you to tighten around his fingers.
“Gotta prep this pretty cunt of yours first pretty girl, or else I won’t fit but if you perfect the pa-”Seongeun says , laying his head on your inner thigh his fingers away sliding in and out of your pussy.
A small grin forming on his lips as he watches your juices coat his fingers. It felt weird , to have your legs spread for someone , anyone even if it was your boyfriend.
You knew that Seongeun had a short temper depending on what it was , so you were a little surprised with how gentle he was being with you.
His fingers curls at your sweet spot earning a sweet moan from you as his cock twitches in his boxers.
His clothes had long been gone the moment he entered his penthouse with you already being than having a spare key he had given you a few months ago.
His white dress shirt was now on the floor beside the bed, his pants were thrown somewhere in the room, he didn’t to owner care to know where he had thrown them. The only thing that had been on his mind was you and you only.
“N-No, Sammy..p-please”Reader moans small tears welling your eyes looking down at your boyfriend, it was funny to you how small you were compared to him.
Or was he just too tall and huge compared to you. That’s some you would never really know the answer to.
Kissing your inner thigh before pumping his fingers a little faster inside you, your walls tighten as your eyes widen slightly.
You’ve touched yourself before of course but your fingers were small so they couldn’t reach as far or deep as Samuel.
“Sammy..that’s a new one say it again” Seongeun says amused sticking out his tongue to lick up your inner thigh before, his fingers sliding in and out of your cunt.
Leaving a kiss close to your pussy causing your hips to buck the best they could with Samuel laying on one of your thighs to keep them spread for him.
There was a weird pressure forming you your stomach, you didn’t know what it was having never experienced it before.
“Samuel, s-stop..”Reader moans biting your bottom lip as Seongeun curling his fingers to hit at your sweet spot.
Your legs tremble as you feel the pressure snap as something warm oozes out of you , coating Seongeun fingers.
Seongeun grins before slowly slipping his fingers out of your pulsing hole, a clear string of slick connects from his fingers to your pulsing hole.
Licking your slick from his fingers before he slowly climbs up you body his harden cock pressed against your wet pussy as Samuel grabs your chin turning to face to look at him.
“You should be ready enough…I’m starting to get impatient” Seongeun says looking down at you his tip slowly slips past your slit as it nudges at your tight entrance.
Lifting your legs , putting them over his shoulders before slowly thrusting his hips forward, his tip slipping past your tight entrance, nails digging in the muscle of his arms.
It hurt…it felt like you were being torn in two, your widen eyes lock on Seongeun’s. His tip was barely inside you and you already felt like it wouldn’t fit.
Samuel was huge and you were small compared to him, I mean sure you’ve never had sex before with anyone let along Samuel but that doesn’t mean you haven’t saw him half naked or anything before either.
“S-Sam..”Reader whimpers a bit in pain mouth falling a gasp as Seongun starts to move his cock in side of you.
Your walls tighten around his cock each time his cock slips out of you before pushing deeper inside you.
After a while your body relaxes a bit, letting out a small moan as your nails dig at his back. A quiet groan leaves his lips,his hand reaching to intertwine with yours, keeping your legs trapped over his shoulders.
“Shit..your gripping me to tight”Seongeun groans as he cock fucks in your walls, pace picking up a bit as his tip hits at your cervix. Your mouth gaps as you feel every vein along his thick cock , nails digging in the flesh of his arms.
Your brown eyes bore into his with a pleading gaze as Seongeun gives your hips a gently squeeze. One of his removing your legs from his shoulder before wrapping it around his torso.
“Ah…S-Seon”Reader moans , hands fighting their hold on him as his cock slide in and out of your tight hole. A groan leaves Seongeun feeling your walls clench down on him.
His eyes looking down at you as his pace quicken, your back arches off the mattress. Yeah he had sex before , probably more times than he could even count or think of if he honest.
But this…this was the best by far, any other fuck was either just some whore he used for release or turned into a fuck buddy.
NEVER had it been a girlfriend, hell he wasn’t sure he ever had real one before you came along. Again if he dated they weren’t looking as a girlfriend ..not in his eyes anyways.
His hand moves down between your legs as his fingers find your sensitive bud, rubbing fasted circles against your clit. The room fills with the sound of his hips connecting with your own. Your walls tighten as you feel the thick veins along his cock, his balls slapping against the plush of your ass.
The slick from your pussy covering his abdomen, Seongeun’s eyes look down at his cock seeping in and out of your warm walls, the thick bade of his cock smeared in your slick. His black eyes boring on the bulge that formed on your lower belly.
Another knot slowly forms in your lower stomach as your walls clamp down on his cock. The frame of the bed slams against the wall as it creaks , scraping the floor with his hard thirst. Your toes curl , mouth falling open as moans leaves your lips.
Throat becoming dry from the loud moans that escaped you. The knot snaps as your juices seeps out of you slowly dropping on the sheets beneath you , his cock glistens with you juices as your nails dig in his flesh leaving deep scratches.
Seongeun groans as he feels your walls pulse clamping down of him , his cock twitches as he continues to fuck into you. With a final thirst as he still his hips against your , cock buried deep inside your womb as his hot seed coats your inner walls , your eyes widen as you feel his seed mix with your juices as you whimper.
This was so good! 😭💕
Haiiii!! I was wondering if u could do some Lookism fanfic ? (seo seongeun)🧎🏻♀️💔
So look.. Y/N virgin and inexperienced (only read smut novels lol) and it's there first time to have bombaia
Hope u have a great day~ (つ≧▽≦)つ
First time together
Seo Seongeun x Fem!Reader (Black Reader)
~a/n: I loveeee smut novels but I’m not seeing other characters like that for Looksim like why💔~
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Warning ⚠️: Oral sex, Fingering, Vaginal sex, Losing Virginity
Small summary: you had decided to give your boyfriend your virginity after months of dating, you were nerves since you knew he was more experienced and you weren’t.
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“S-Seongeun..” Reader gasps brows furrowed, hands gripping at the black silk sheets beneath you. Seongeun hums against you sending small vibrations against your clit chasing your hips to buckle.
His strong hands grip your plump thighs a bit tighter in his hold, his glasses had long been removed from his face after a while of him becoming irritated with how they kept fogging.
Having thrown them on the other side of his bed. Dragging his warm tongue along your clit.
Your slick coating his tongue as he lets out a deep groan. It all felt weird to you , having never had anyone between your legs like this.
You didn’t think he would take you on the offer when you had texted him while he was still at work, honestly you were more curious about sex than anything.
But you also didn’t want to just sleep with anyone and the only person you trusted with your life at the moment was your boyfriend, Seo Seongeun.
You expect him to come home so early after leaving your text on read for a good hour or two, you assumed he didn’t want to be your first …but you were wrong, very , VERY wrong.
Releasing one of your thighs as his hand slowly moves higher down your inner thigh before using two of his fingers to collect your folds in his fingers.
A small gaspy moan leaves your lips , your (eye color) eyes looking down at Seongeun. As he rubs his ring and index fingers against your tight entrance, collecting your juices as they coat his fingers acting as lubricant.
Pulling away from your clit a whine leaving your lips as you watching Seongeun , pulling his fingers away from your pussy before licking your juices from his fingers.
A groan leaves his lips , spreading your legs a bit wider as you whimper. Pushing his fingers past your folds as he slowly slips ten past your tight entrance.
A moan leaves your lips watching as his fingers slide past your walls inch by inch causing you to tighten around his fingers.
“Gotta prep this pretty cunt of yours first pretty girl, or else I won’t fit but if you perfect the pa-”Seongeun says , laying his head on your inner thigh his fingers away sliding in and out of your pussy.
A small grin forming on his lips as he watches your juices coat his fingers. It felt weird , to have your legs spread for someone , anyone even if it was your boyfriend.
You knew that Seongeun had a short temper depending on what it was , so you were a little surprised with how gentle he was being with you.
His fingers curls at your sweet spot earning a sweet moan from you as his cock twitches in his boxers.
His clothes had long been gone the moment he entered his penthouse with you already being than having a spare key he had given you a few months ago.
His white dress shirt was now on the floor beside the bed, his pants were thrown somewhere in the room, he didn’t to owner care to know where he had thrown them. The only thing that had been on his mind was you and you only.
“N-No, Sammy..p-please”Reader moans small tears welling your eyes looking down at your boyfriend, it was funny to you how small you were compared to him.
Or was he just too tall and huge compared to you. That’s some you would never really know the answer to.
Kissing your inner thigh before pumping his fingers a little faster inside you, your walls tighten as your eyes widen slightly.
You’ve touched yourself before of course but your fingers were small so they couldn’t reach as far or deep as Samuel.
“Sammy..that’s a new one say it again” Seongeun says amused sticking out his tongue to lick up your inner thigh before, his fingers sliding in and out of your cunt.
Leaving a kiss close to your pussy causing your hips to buck the best they could with Samuel laying on one of your thighs to keep them spread for him.
There was a weird pressure forming you your stomach, you didn’t know what it was having never experienced it before.
“Samuel, s-stop..”Reader moans biting your bottom lip as Seongeun curling his fingers to hit at your sweet spot.
Your legs tremble as you feel the pressure snap as something warm oozes out of you , coating Seongeun fingers.
Seongeun grins before slowly slipping his fingers out of your pulsing hole, a clear string of slick connects from his fingers to your pulsing hole.
Licking your slick from his fingers before he slowly climbs up you body his harden cock pressed against your wet pussy as Samuel grabs your chin turning to face to look at him.
“You should be ready enough…I’m starting to get impatient” Seongeun says looking down at you his tip slowly slips past your slit as it nudges at your tight entrance.
Lifting your legs , putting them over his shoulders before slowly thrusting his hips forward, his tip slipping past your tight entrance, nails digging in the muscle of his arms.
It hurt…it felt like you were being torn in two, your widen eyes lock on Seongeun’s. His tip was barely inside you and you already felt like it wouldn’t fit.
Samuel was huge and you were small compared to him, I mean sure you’ve never had sex before with anyone let along Samuel but that doesn’t mean you haven’t saw him half naked or anything before either.
“S-Sam..”Reader whimpers a bit in pain mouth falling a gasp as Seongun starts to move his cock in side of you.
Your walls tighten around his cock each time his cock slips out of you before pushing deeper inside you.
After a while your body relaxes a bit, letting out a small moan as your nails dig at his back. A quiet groan leaves his lips,his hand reaching to intertwine with yours, keeping your legs trapped over his shoulders.
“Shit..your gripping me to tight”Seongeun groans as he cock fucks in your walls, pace picking up a bit as his tip hits at your cervix. Your mouth gaps as you feel every vein along his thick cock , nails digging in the flesh of his arms.
Your brown eyes bore into his with a pleading gaze as Seongeun gives your hips a gently squeeze. One of his removing your legs from his shoulder before wrapping it around his torso.
“Ah…S-Seon”Reader moans , hands fighting their hold on him as his cock slide in and out of your tight hole. A groan leaves Seongeun feeling your walls clench down on him.
His eyes looking down at you as his pace quicken, your back arches off the mattress. Yeah he had sex before , probably more times than he could even count or think of if he honest.
But this…this was the best by far, any other fuck was either just some whore he used for release or turned into a fuck buddy.
NEVER had it been a girlfriend, hell he wasn’t sure he ever had real one before you came along. Again if he dated they weren’t looking as a girlfriend ..not in his eyes anyways.
His hand moves down between your legs as his fingers find your sensitive bud, rubbing fasted circles against your clit. The room fills with the sound of his hips connecting with your own. Your walls tighten as you feel the thick veins along his cock, his balls slapping against the plush of your ass.
The slick from your pussy covering his abdomen, Seongeun’s eyes look down at his cock seeping in and out of your warm walls, the thick bade of his cock smeared in your slick. His black eyes boring on the bulge that formed on your lower belly.
Another knot slowly forms in your lower stomach as your walls clamp down on his cock. The frame of the bed slams against the wall as it creaks , scraping the floor with his hard thirst. Your toes curl , mouth falling open as moans leaves your lips.
Throat becoming dry from the loud moans that escaped you. The knot snaps as your juices seeps out of you slowly dropping on the sheets beneath you , his cock glistens with you juices as your nails dig in his flesh leaving deep scratches.
Seongeun groans as he feels your walls pulse clamping down of him , his cock twitches as he continues to fuck into you. With a final thirst as he still his hips against your , cock buried deep inside your womb as his hot seed coats your inner walls , your eyes widen as you feel his seed mix with your juices as you whimper.
This was so good! 😭💕
papa!samuel guiding your little one as she colors
as you continue to chop the veggies on the cutting board, one by one from the ice soaked raw potatoes to the cleaned cucumbers, tomatoes and some carrots, proceeding for the breakfast of the day, fries and sandwiches.
while you are at it peacefully hearing the mornings birds on a dawn chorus with alexa playing your favorite song as you hum to that piece of work. there comes a loud whooping from the living room!
you cross your arms on the doorway, as you lean sideways towards the jamb, samuel is on the floor with his back against the pink sofa that he picked thinking seo-arin (your little one) would love the color he's a biggie for this kind of space, crayons scattered on the marble tile staining the flooring like confetti.
seo-arin got the dark black hair, from her papa who she always calls da-da babbling, as she's a five year old and not fluent yet, her hazel eyes from you and a streak of being stubborn that reminds sammy of himself and makes him laugh even when he pretends not to find it funny in front of you.
"okay," he says his voice sweet as honey but still a tad bit deep. "so start with the red one first- yes like this!" he takes the crayon holding her hand guiding through her fingers, drawing a shaky heart. "see? princess it doesn't matter if it's crooked okay? it's yours."
arin pokes her tongue out which makes her dad chuckle, grabbing the blue crayon smacking it across his knuckles, "now you're blue! da-da me red u blue."
he stares at his right hand seeing the blue line filling his tattoos, like some kid's graffiti artwork, he smiled and sighed like he has already gone soft. he pouted "marvelous. now i look like a walking art museum" exaggerating.
she giggled falling in his lap. "teach me dinosaurrr da-da!"
he nods with the softest smile possible "okay. okay... but first get up so da-da can help you draw okay?"
"yayyyyyy!" she cheers. samuel takes the green crayon, sketches the velociraptor's fat body, adds a few fluffy shyster stripes. then carefully helps her hand color the baby dino's hand wings, by the end of the chaos she's grinning so wide it makes you flush in the cheeks at the sight of it.
"good job! my princess," he mutters ruffling his huge hands through her hair, then the door creaks all of a sudden and both of them notice you.
"she gets that from you, the stubborn part." samuel says proudly smirking at you.
you snap back at him jokingly. "uh huh? and the mess?"
he shrugs, putting both his hands up in the air. "that's me baby." you blush which makes him widen his eyes remembering why he fell for you after all.
arin yawns, the green crayon she used to color the baby dino with her dad still clutched in her fist. she falls into her daddy's lap again and curls against his chest. he wraps his right arm around her, his big hands on her back. he keeps coloring the dino, one-handed like it's the most easiest thing ever.
you slide down beside them. he glances over at your face, your eyes meeting his. "baby..she's out."
"mhmm," you whisper. "you're stuck now 'da-da'," you mock.
he does not move an inch, just keeps scribbling on the paper and filling the baby dino line by line, arin's breathing evens out her chest easing as she falls deep asleep. his thumb brushes her cheek.
"you both are my entire world, i'll burn down anything for you both," he says his voice barely audible.
you lean your head on his shoulder, "sammy, you're my whole world, thank you for this and everythin-
before you can finish he kisses you on the mouth, holding you by one of his arms. like he's saying the things he never really knows how to voice, his lips warm in your mouth tasting the coffee he had earlier, when he pulls back just enough for the both of you to breathe, his forehead rests against yours. his eyes half-lid closed, his dark lashes brushing your underage.
"don't thank me," he rasps. "you're the one who made a home out of a thorn bed, you made this real my baby." you smile shyly meeting his eyes that he refuses to take off you.
"stay like this a little longer? mm?" you pout on his face your lips almost touching his nose.
he almost snorts. "yes my love. longer than that. forever by you side," his arm tightens around the both of you tangled together like nothing else matters.
"let us have our breakfast after this hm?"
he kisses your forehead again. "yes. ma." you snicker kissing his nose.
papa!samuel experiencing dadhood .𖥔 ݁
the hospital room smelled like antiseptic and something faintly sweet. new life, maybe, or just the jasmine candle you’d insisted on bringing despite the nurses’ raised eyebrows. samuel seo stood by the window, arms crossed over his rumpled white dress shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows so the edges of his tattoos peeked out like secrets he no longer bothered hiding from you. his tie was long gone, discarded somewhere between your third contraction and the moment the doctor said “push.”
he hadn’t sat down in hours.
you were still catching your breath on the bed, hair damp against your forehead, body aching in ways you didn’t know were possible. the epidural had worn off just enough for reality to settle in: you’d done it. the baby. your baby, was here.
samuel hadn’t spoken much since the first cry filled the room. he’d just stared, wide-eyed and motionless, as the nurse placed the tiny, red, wrinkled bundle on your chest. you’d laughed through tears, weak and delirious, and whispered, “look at her, samuel. look at our girl.”
he’d looked. and something in his face had cracked open.
now, hours later, the lights were dimmed. the baby was swaddled in a soft white blanket, sleeping against your skin under the thin hospital gown. samuel finally moved. taking soft steps like he was approaching something fragile enough to shatter if he walked any faster.
he stopped at the edge of the bed.
“can i…?” his voice was rough, quieter than you’d ever heard it.
you nodded, smiling tiredly. “of course.”
he reached out with careful hands that had broken jaws, signed multimillion-dollar deals, clenched into fists during boardroom battles and lifted the baby like she was made of glass. the motion was so gentle it almost didn’t look like him. the broad shoulders, the sharp jaw, the polished menace that usually clung to him like expensive cologne, all of it softened as he cradled her against his chest.
she stirred, tiny mouth working in a silent yawn. one fist escaped the blanket and brushed his collarbone.
samuel exhaled, long and shaky.
“she’s so small,” he murmured, almost to himself. “how is she this small and already perfect?”
you watched him, heart so full it hurt. “she takes after her dad.”
he glanced at you then, really looked and the corner of his mouth twitched in that rare, genuine half-smile that was only for you.
“don’t start,” he said, but there was no bite in it.
he sank into the chair beside your bed, still holding her like she might vanish if he let go. the baby’s head tucked under his chin, her dark fuzz of hair against his skin. he rocked her instinctively, barely moving, just enough for her to feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
you reached out and brushed your fingers over his forearm. “you’re doing it already. being a dad.”
samuel’s eyes flicked to yours. for a second, something raw flashed there.
“i never thought…” he started, then stopped. swallowed. “i never thought i’d get this.”
you squeezed his arm. “you deserve it. we both do.” he didn’t answer right away. just looked down at the baby again, thumb brushing the tiniest knuckle on her hand.
“what if i’m not good at it?” the words came out so quiet you almost missed them.
you shifted closer despite the ache in your body. “then we’ll figure it out together. but samuel…” you waited until he met your eyes. “you’re already good at it. look at her. she’s safe. she’s loved. that’s all she needs right now.”
he stared at you for a long moment, something softening in the hard lines of his face. then he leaned over careful not to jostle the baby, and pressed the gentlest kiss to your forehead.
“thank you,” he whispered against your skin. “for giving me this. for giving me both of you.”
you closed your eyes, breathing him in, clean cotton, faint cologne, and now the warm, milky scent of newborn.
“we’re just getting started, papa.”
he huffed a soft laugh. the first real one since labor started.
“don’t call me that yet,” he muttered. “she hasn’t even said it.” but the way he held her said otherwise. outside the window, seoul’s buildings glittered in the dark. inside the room, it was just the three of you quietly breathing, tiny heartbeats, and the beginning of something samuel seo had never dared to imagine.
the drive home from the hospital felt longer than it should have.
seoul’s night traffic was mercifully light, but samuel drove like the car was carrying priceless cargo which to him it was. the infant car seat was secured in the back like it had been installed by engineers, not just clipped in. you sat beside it, one hand resting on the edge of the seat, thumb brushing the soft edge of the blanket every few seconds just to feel her breathing.
samuel’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror every ten seconds. not dramatically just steady enough to check he was always looking over and checking.
when you finally pulled into the underground garage of his high-rise apartment, he killed the engine and sat there for a beat. hands still on the wheel. breathing slow.
“we’re home,” you said softly. he nodded once. then twice. like he was convincing himself.
he got out first, opened the back door with careful precision, and unbuckled the car seat like he’d studied the manual for weeks (he had). the baby, your daughter still nameless in that dreamy newborn way you both kept putting off stirred but didn’t wake. samuel lifted the entire seat out, one arm under it, the other hand instinctively shielding her head even though the canopy was up.
you followed behind, legs still shaky from labor, leaning on him when the elevator ride made the world tilt a little.
inside the apartment everything smelled faintly of the lavender diffuser you’d set up weeks ago. the lights were low, warm. the nursery door was cracked open, pale sage walls, a white crib with the softest gray bedding, a rocking chair you’d both argued over he wanted leather, you wanted something cozy, ofcourse. you won.
samuel set the car seat down on the living room rug like it was a bomb about to go off. then he knelt, unbuckled her with fingers that looked too big for the tiny clips, and lifted her out.
she made a small, sleepy sound. he froze.
“shh,” he whispered, voice barely audible. “i’ve got you.”
he carried her to the nursery, you trailing behind. he didn’t turn on the overhead light. just the little star-shaped nightlight that cast gentle constellations across the ceiling. he lowered her into the crib so slowly it looked like choreography. tucked the blanket around her. adjusted it. adjusted it again.
then he just… stood there. watching her chest rise and fall. you came up beside him, slipped your hand into his. his fingers closed around yours immediately. tight. like he needed the anchor.
“she’s really here,” he said after a long silence. “in our house. in my house.”
“our house,” you corrected gently.
he huffed the tiniest laugh. “yeah. ours.”
you both stayed like that until your legs started to protest. he noticed of course he did and guided you to the rocking chair. sat you down. then disappeared for a minute, coming back with a glass of water and the pain meds the hospital had sent home.
“take these,” he said, pressing them into your palm. “you’re still tired. don’t argue.” you swallowed them obediently. he watched to make sure.
then he did something that made your chest ache: he dragged the ottoman over, sat on it in front of you, and rested his forehead against your knee. eyes closed.
“i’m tired,” he admitted his voice muffled against the fabric of your leggings.
you threaded your fingers through his hair, still perfectly styled somehow, even after twenty hours of labor. “i know.”
“i thought i’d be… better at this part. calmer.” he exhaled. “but every time she makes a sound i think something’s wrong.”
“that’s normal,” you whispered. “first night home is scary for everyone.” he lifted his head. looked at you with those dark eyes that usually hid everything.
“i don’t want to mess this up.” you cupped his face. thumb over the sharp line of his cheekbone.
“you won’t.” he turned his head and kissed your palm. lingered there. then the baby let out a tiny, pitiful cry. samuel was on his feet in half a second.
he scooped her up before the cry could build, cradling her against his chest. paced the small room in slow circles. one big hand supporting her head, the other rubbing gentle circles on her back.
“hey, hey,” he murmured. “papa’s here. you’re okay.” the word slipped out naturally. he didn’t even notice. you watched from the chair, eyes stinging. she calmed down almost immediately. nestled into the crook of his neck. tiny fist curling against his collar.
samuel kept pacing. kept murmuring. kept holding her like she was the only thing keeping the world from falling apart.
eventually he sank into the rocking chair across from you, baby still on his chest. her breathing evened out again. he looked over at you, eyes soft in the starlight.
“go sleep in the bedroom,” he said quietly. “i’ll stay with her.”
“samuel-
“i want to.” he swallowed. “i need to.” you studied him for a moment, the way his shoulders had finally relaxed, the way his thumb kept brushing her tiny ear.
“okay,” you whispered. “but wake me if you need anything.” he nodded. you leaned over and kissed him, tasting salt from the tears neither of you had noticed. then you kissed the top of her head. “goodnight, little one.”
“goodnight,” samuel echoed, voice barely above a breath. you left the door cracked. in the hallway you paused, listening.
just the soft creak of the rocking chair. his low humming some old song you didn’t recognize. the quietest “shh… i’ve got you.” you pressed a hand to your chest. this was your family.
the first week home blurred into a gentle haze of milk, burps, and 3 a.m. feedings.
samuel had taken exactly three days off work. three days he’d never taken before in his life. the rest he handled remotely from the living room couch or the nursery rocking chair, laptop balanced on one knee, baby on the other. his team learned quickly: when “mr. seo is unavailable” meant he was holding a tiny fist that refused to let go of his finger, no one pushed.
you were still healing stitches pulling when you moved too fast, breasts aching and leaking at the worst moments, body exhausted in a way sleep couldn’t fix. but every time you looked at him with the baby, the tiredness felt worth it.
he had become… unexpectedly good at this.
the diaper disasters of day one were long gone. by day three he changed her with surgical precision: wipe, cream, fresh diaper, onesie snaps done in under thirty seconds. he even warmed the wipes in his hands first so she wouldn’t startle.
“cold wipes are inefficient,” he’d said once, dead serious, as if it were a business strategy meeting. you’d laughed so hard you winced. bath time became his favorite ritual.
every evening around seven, he’d fill the small baby tub in the sink with warm water, test it three times with his wrist like the instructions said and then a fourth time because he didn’t trust the thermometer. he’d strip down to a plain black t-shirt sleeves rolled, tattoos curling over his forearms like ink shadows and kneel by the counter.
you sat on a stool nearby, wrapped in a robe, watching.
he’d lower her in slowly, supporting her head with one palm, the other cupping water over her belly. she’d kick her tiny legs, splashing his shirt. he never flinched.
“look at you,” he murmured to her. “already causing trouble.”
she’d stare up at him with those big, unfocused newborn eyes, lashes still stuck together from birth. sometimes she’d grab his thumb and hold on like it was a lifeline.
he’d smile, the kind that made your heart stutter.
after the bath he’d wrap her in the fluffiest towel, pat her dry with careful dabs, then lotion her skin unscented, hypoallergenic he’d researched brands for days. he’d dress her in whatever onesie you’d picked that day: today it was pale yellow with tiny ducks.
then he’d carry her to the nursery, rock her until her eyelids drooped, and lay her down with the same slow reverence every time. you’d follow him in, lean against the doorframe.
“you’re really good at this, you know.” he’d glance over his shoulder, hair falling slightly into his eyes from all the leaning down.
“i read the books.”
“you read three parenting books in a week.”
“four,” he corrected. “the fifth one was useless.” you stepped closer, wrapped your arms around his waist from behind. rested your cheek against his back. “i love watching you with her.” he went still for a second. then his hand covered yours on his stomach.
“i love that she’s ours,” he said quietly. “i love that you trusted me with this.” you pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.
“i never doubted you.” that night she woke at 2:17 a.m. crying, hungry, fussy, refusing the bottle you tried first.
samuel was already up before you could sit. he scooped her from the crib, changed her in the dim glow of the nightlight, then settled into the rocking chair with her against his chest. you padded in barefoot, leaning in the doorway. he looked up. shadows under his eyes, but they were soft.
“go back to bed,” he said. “i’ve got her.”
“i want to stay.” he nodded once. you curled up in the armchair across from him, knees to your chest,
he rocked her slowly. rubbed her back in wide circles. hummed low. some old lullaby he must’ve heard somewhere, voice rough around the edges but steady. she settled eventually. mouth slack against his collarbone. tiny hand fisted in his shirt. samuel’s eyes met yours over her head.
“she’s perfect,” he whispered.
“she is.” a long pause. the rocking chair creaked softly.
“i was scared,” he admitted, so quiet you almost missed it. “scared i’d be… like her. like my mother. cold, rude and absent.”
your throat tightened.“samuel…”
“but i look at her and all i want is to keep her safe. keep you both safe.” he swallowed. “i want to be here. every day. every night. even when it’s hard.” you stood up, crossed the small space, knelt beside the chair. you rested your head on his thigh, hand on the baby’s back so you were both touching her.
“you already are,” you whispered. “you’re here. right now. that’s everything.” he leaned down careful not to disturb her and kissed the top of your head.
“i love you,” he said against your hair. simple. fierce. like a promise he’d never break.
“i love you too.”
samuel didn’t move until she stirred again, ready for the next feed. he handed her to you gently, then stood and stretched, joints popping.
“coffee?” he asked.
“please.”
he kissed you, lingering and so soft, then disappeared to the kitchen. you looked down at your daughter, her little face peaceful against you. and you thought: this is it.
and samuel seo. once so sure he’d never have one was already the heart of it.
© written by kill4ill, all rights reserved.
pairing. . . kento nanami x fem!reader
In which Kento Nanami has a (very) talkative date
It is a known fact that while Kento Nanami wasn’t exactly anti-social, but he preferred the quiet, intimate moments in life more than the ones that were surrounded by the ever-flowing noise coming out of most people’s mouths. Everyone except you, of course. However, you weren’t completely convinced of it at the start of your relationship.
His quiet nods and low chuckles in response to what you were convinced was boring nonsense spewing from your mouth seemed like a way to avoid being blatantly rude. A man of his regard probably had thousands of more interesting things to listen to— hearing your college stories and daily itinerary was probably at the end of his hierarchy of importance. You wondered why he put up with you at all at this point. “You know you can tell me to stop whenever, right?” Your fingers moved to lay your fork down onto the ceramic plate, holding a meal that would probably chip out of your weekly budget (as if he would ever let you pay). “I could probably come up with a thousand things that you would rather hear about, like...” Your finger waved around in a way that reminded him of when Shoko rambled on about science or medicine, connecting the dots in her head while attempting to capture the attention of Satoru and Suguru. “Stocks or something.”
His brows knit together before responding with a soft smile and a hand running through his sandy hair. “Please, don’t stop.” His mouth opened to continue before closing and looking back down at his meal. He couldn’t tell you he was obsessed with your voice or how he loved how you laughed before you could even start a story. The last thing he wanted to do was for you to stop talking— the idea of going on another date with you was the only motivation that he had to survive whatever ungodly horror was thrown at him today. He looked back up as he heard the radio silence coming from the opposite end of the table, huffing out your name quietly as he met your eyes.
"Please," it came out sounding like more of a plea than he originally intended, deliberately stopping himself from reaching out to touch the soft of your hand as he spoke— what if he made you uncomfortable? Maybe he was overthinking this? No. He was definitely overthinking this.
"I assure you, being in your company was the only reason I wanted to open my eyes this morning,” against his better judgement, he reached out for your hand. Slender fingers tracing your knuckles for a fleeting moment. “I adore your stories.”
Kento didn’t enjoy silence much anymore now that you filled it.
