back to friends was so *chef’s kiss*! cant wait for pt 2 💐 I was wondering if you could write a similar fic for gyeong seok. maybe the tension between him and y/n grows until they both can’t take it anymore and he gets a little rough and feels guilty even though she enjoyed it
- Park Gyeong-seok x f!reader
Warnings: Unprotected p in v, maybe a lil breeding kink, breeding, hair pulling, spanking, mentions of cancer
A/N: Literally wrote this over the span of like two weeks sorry for taking so long. Also I‘m a little overwhelmed because I have like 6 more requests just give me time guys pleaseee.
Being a Kindergarten teacher is many things; annoying, stressing, frustrating. But it’s what you love. Being apart of children’s life’s, watching them grow.
There was this one specific little girl; Nayeon.
The sweetest. Polite, sweet, full of life. But incredibly sick.
You were the first to notice. That mole on the back of her shoulder that was unusually dark and itchy.
After a few days of watching her closely, you decided to just report immediately. Rather a false report than the risk of untreated skin cancer.
And you were right; Nayeon was suffering from the early stages of pediatric melanoma- a type of skin cancer.
You began seeing her less and less due to her many hospital visits and stays. But when she came, she was always eccentric. Running up to you (even if weakly) and jumping into your arms. Her father would stand in the doorway, not yet ready to go.
You always noticed him; his face was tired, three-day beard unkept, his hat dangling from his hand. You felt nothing but empathy. His face was defeated, yet a smile on his face from watching his daughter be so happy.
He looked up at you and smiled politely.
„She likes you. Didn’t stop saying how much she missed you the last weeks.“
You chuckled sweetly, running your hand over the bit of hair Nayeon still had.
„Well I missed her too.“ Nayeon squealed happily at your words and hugged you tighter.
„Would you have dinner with us tonight?“ Nayeons father blurted after a moment of silence. His face was polite, not urging or awkward.
You hummed in thought. It felt too personal. Joining one of your students and her father for dinner.
„I still have a few things to do. I’m not sure I can make it.“
Nayeon whined, pressing her face against your thighs. „Please!“ She cried, voice muffled.
Your initial thoughts were a big fat no. But could you really say no to a sweet child like Nayeon? And she was sick. You didn’t want to think about it but maybe, just maybe, Nayeon didn’t have too much time left.
You bit your lip before nodding slowly.
Her father smiled and pulled out his phone.
„I‘ll give you my number so you can text if that’s fine.“
You nodded and handed him your phone. He typed his digits in and handed you back your phone.
It’s been months. You join them for dinner almost every single day now.
Nayeon was getting better after finally receiving the right treatment thanks to your added help.
You stood in their kitchen, chopping up some vegetables and listening to the music that quietly played from your phone. You decided against wearing headphones, just in case Nayeon woke up crying.
Gyeong-seok had kindly asked you to babysit for him tonight, that guilty look on his face from asking you for the same favor over and over again with his hands clasped together pleadingly kept replaying in your mind. He always felt like he owed you something, but you had grown such a bond with Nayeon, you could never ever ask for anything in return. You were more than happy to look after this angel of a child and cook the family of two a nice, warm meal.
And maybe you just kind of liked the way he pleaded like that.
You physically shook your head with a sigh. Not the time for inappropriate thoughts. Those you could keep for the many lonely nights you spend tangled alone in your sheets, fingers curling inside of you as you hiss his name.
You jump in fright, cutting into your finger in the process.
Gyeong-seok, just now having returned from work, stumbled over and grabbed your finger in concern.
„It’s okay. Just me.“ He joked lightheartedly, smiling up at you before examining the little cut.
You sighed, free hand clutching your chest.
„Let‘s patch this up, yeah?“ He leaned over to open a cabinet that was right above your head, his chest brushing against yours in the process.
You bit your lip. The close proximity made you a little nervous.
„Welcome home, by the way.“ You tried to chuckle your nerves away. He stopped rummaging for a moment and looked down at you, your faces so close you might have felt the stubble of his beard if he dipped down just a hush more. He smiled, eyes glimmering in that deep brown, right into yours.
„Not the best sight to come home to-“ He gestured to your finger.
God, that voice made you crazy. Warmth pooled in your belly. You were about to slap yourself.
He pulled out a box with medical stuff, taking out a plaster before putting the box back and closing the cabinet.
Gently, he tended to your little cut. With such care that made your heart still.
When he finished, he gave you another smile.
You stumbled on your breath for a moment before answering.
„Just some vegetables soup. Nayeon asked for it.“
„I‘ll help you. Just let me shower first please.“ He chuckled and you nodded.
You finished everything before he came out of the shower.
His socked feet thumbed against the squeaky floors as he came up behind you, now in a pair of jeans and a simple shirt. Not much comfortable but he just felt like dressing more modest with you. He told himself that it was out of respect but honestly, he just was scared of scaring you away somehow. He’d actually not know what to do if he shied a gorgeous woman such as yourself away.
His hair was still damp, a little droplet fell on your neck as he leaned over your shoulder.
You shuddered. That raspy voice did things to you no fuck could.
You nodded. „Yeah. Just gotta let it boil.“
You leaned against the counter slightly to stir the soup. Gyeong-seok averted his gaze from your spine. It arched so perfectly. Made him want to run his finger down it, open the clasp of your bra, dig his fingers into your flesh.
The two of you ate in silence. Nayeon refused to wake up for dinner so you just let her rest and settled down.
The clinking of the metal spoons against ceramic plates was the only thing keeping you from staying in touch with the present and not drifting into your fantasies.
You didn’t even register when they started. Maybe when you realized just how good he smelled, or felt his big, rough hands slide against your arm for the first time. Maybe they were just always there, lingering in the back of your mind like a predator eyeing its prey.
And you didn’t realize that the tension was close to boiling over. Not until you were back in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes. You dried them as Gyeong-seok rinsed.
He kept glancing over subtly, but your gaze was glued to the plate in your hand. Scared of meeting his eyes and doing something you might regret.
He set the last spoon down for you to dry and slowly sneaked closer to you. His chest brushed against your back. His face close to your neck, right over your left shoulder. Your breath hitched.
„Is that okay?“ He whispered, barely audible.
Was ist okay to be this close? Was ist okay to whisper to you like one would do to their lover? Was ist okay to desire you as much as he does?
You heard him inhale, and lick his lips. His hands very slowly circled your hips. Firm, but gentle. Ready to let go if you object.
„You look good today.“ He began, testing the waters.
You turned your head to meet his eyes. They dropped down to your lips.
Neither of you really made the first move. You just clashed like desperate animals. Your lips moved sloppily, messily as he turned you to face him and pushed you against the counter.
Gyeong-seok sighed in to your mouth as your hands began wandering, grabbing his collar and pulling him closer.
You pulled away when you were out of breath, his fingers gripping into the back of your thighs.
„Nayeon might see.“ You whispered.
He thought for a second before pulling you towards his bedroom. Closing the door behind him, he gently pushed you down onto the bed, hovering over you and pulling his shirt over his head.
Everything felt rushed but in the moment, you didn’t care. Not when your pussy was basically crying for him.
He pushed you up further by your knees and settled between your legs. His hands worked on unbuttoning your shirt from bottom to top, his lips peppering kisses from your bellybutton up to your collar. You pulled the shirt of and his mouth found yours against, hand sliding behind you and unclasping your bra.
You were so lost in the moment, clouded with pure desire. None of you cared about how inappropriate and unprofessional this was- sleeping with your students father.
His belt clinkered as he unbuckled it slowly. Grazing down on you like you were prey he wanted to devour.
You looked up at him, leaned your head back and unbuttoned your own jeans.
Gyeong-seok pulled the last piece of clothing down, his thick cock slapping againt your inner thigh.
„I won’t go slow, honey. You alright with that?“
Your moans were muffled poorly by a pillow, face pushed against the mattress, Gyeonk-seoks one hands balled into your hair while the other bruised your hips with his grip. His thrusts were slow and hard, leaving you begging for more, for him to go faster.
„You said you‘d go fast!“ Your voice was hushed and barely audible. His hips snapped and you chocked on a moan.
He sped up, angling your hips just right and forcing you to arch your back. He hit spots that made you see stars, drool into the damn pillow. He was so good you were sure his cock would mold you forever.
You cried out his name desperately. He tugged your hair, craning your neck.
„Not so loud, baby. Nayeons sleeping.“
You nodded immediately and he pushed your face back into the pillow.
His thighs hit your own, balls slapping against you, hips rolling into you. You felt your second orgasm approach.
„Lemme cum, please..!“ You pleaded desperately. He slapped your thigh before gripping it. You moaned out.
He leaned over, caging you with his body as his hands wandered again, one pinching and rolling your nipple while to other circled your clit. Fast, merciless. You bucked into his hand with a cry. His cock hit your sweet spot over and over again.
You became a babbling mess, begging to cum, for him to fill you up. He groaned against your shoulder.
„Fuck. Come for me. Let me fill you up, yeah?“
Your orgasm crashed down on you, your scream muffled by his hand clasping over your mouth. You twitched when his release shot inside of you, dripping down with how much it was.
The two of you collapsed on the bed.
Gyeong-seok slowly pulled out, making you hiss from the loss.
A few moments of silence were shared to come down from your highs. Gyeong-seok kept his arms wrapped securely around you, your face against his chest.
He licked his lips, looking down at the several bruises on your hips, then looking back up at your tear streamed, puffy face. His chest tightened. Had he gone too far?
„Did I- uhm..“ He struggled to find the right words. Instead, he brought his fingers down to graze over the fingerprints. You twitched, sore. He immediately recoiled.
„Fuck. I‘m sorry. I should have been gentle. I should have taken my time.“ He rambled, all panicked now.
You grabbed his hand, confused.
„No, no. I loved it. I wanted that.“ You tried to reassure but honestly, you were a little too spent.
He didn‘t really look convinced.
„Mhm.“ You brought his hand down inbetween your legs, pressing his middle finger against your clit.
„Thinking ‘bout it makes me all wet again.“
