Summary: Do Kang Wooâs mental illness is getting worse every time you bring up the topic about it he getâs mad. The two of you had a fight and he left but when he came back he saw you hugging another man in front of your house. That triggered his illness that led him to recklessly fucking you.
ps: this is my first time writing a story, i havenât seen any dokangwooxreader fanfic so i made one. I hope you enjoy this!đ
Do Kang Woo's mental disorder continues to worsen, you as his girlfriend can no longer bear to see him struggling. One night, after his duty as a police officer, you decided to talk to him. "Kang-Woo, can we talk?" he immediately sat down next to you âtalk about what?â Kang Woo said. You didn't know how to start, you scratched your head and said "about your illness" you didn't think Kangwoo would be angry about this "didn't I tell you I'm fine! You're always messing with me, can't you see that I'm fine?!" he said this while holding your wrist tightly. "Love you're hurting me, stop please" you begged as you removed his hand. "Why are you doing this to me? if you can't take it anymore then leave me y/n" you could see the anger mixed with sadness on his face. He removed his tight grip on your wrist and left the house. You were left crying and wondering why he didn't want to talk about his illness.
It's been a few hours since Kang Woo left. You can't help but worry but you're afraid he might get even angrier if you call him. After a while, you decided to call him "Love, where are you? Please come home, I'm worried" you're begging and crying. He didn't answer your question and said "I don't want to go home, I might not be able to control myself and hurt you. Take a rest and donât wait up for me" he hang up the phone after saying this. You couldn't sleep all night, you didn't realize that you were up until morning waiting for Kang Woo.
You were lying on the couch like you were lifeless, thinking of nothing but what happened to Kangwoo. Suddenly, someone rang the doorbell, you immediately opened the door thinking it was Kangwoo. But instead of Kangwoo, you saw your high school boy best friend "Juyeon! What are you doing here?" You smiled because you hadn't seen him in a while. "Y/n! How have you been? It's been a while!" He hugged you and lightly kissed your cheek.
Kang Woo was on his way home when he saw you hugging Juyeon in front of your house. The smile on his lips slowly faded, he immediately ran towards the two of you and punched Juyeon. You were surprised and immediately stopped Kangwoo. "Kang Woo, what the hell! Why are you suddenly hurting people?" you got angry at Kang Woo. You can see Kang Wooâs eyes glaring with anger "Ah, you're taking that guy's side even more! Tell me, y/n, the reason why you want me to get treatment so badly is because you're fucking cheating on me?" You suddenly donât know how to respond because your brain is already confused about what's happening and you know that Kang Wooâs mental illness is acting up again, taking over his body and mind. Juyeon decided to speak and said "No sir, you're wrong. Y/n is not cheating on you. she's my friend since high school, my name is Juyeon, Kang Juyeon" Juyeon innocently said and stretched his arm for a hand shake. Kang Woo shook of Juyeon's hand and smirked "Do you think I'll believe you? Get lost and don't get involved in our relationship if you want to live" Kang Woo slammed the door and dragged you inside
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You're so scared because Kang Woo's behavior is different. You've seen him get angry before but he's completely different now, the looks in his eyes are fuming with anger as if he's ready to kill anyone, to kill you. "Kang Woo, please listen to me first. I will explain everything to you, I will never cheat on you" you're pleading and begging him but it looks like he doesn't have plans to listen. "Tell me y/n do I have to remind you who owns you?" he tried to grab your face and bring it close to him. Kang Woo enjoyed seeing you so scared and begging him. "Love, this isn't you please. Kang Woo listen to me!" your voice was shaking because of fear. "Oh really? Then who am I? A monster?" Kang Woo said it and laughed.
Before you could speak again, Kang Woo crashed his lips on you forcing his tongue inside your mouth. You canât breathe anymore so you pushed him âKang Woo are you crazy!â He didnât reply to you, instead he pinned you against the wall and pressed his body against yours where you can feel his already half-hard thing âIâm the only one who can fuck you, y/nâ he said as he started to hold your neck âCan he fuck you like I do hmm? Is he better than me? Bigger? Longer? Thicker? Answer me Love!â He continued to press his hard cock against yours. âNoâ ugh, only you Kousuke!â You stuttered as he was hardly choking you. And that was it for Do Kang Woo, he started to roughly undress you. He ripped your top off removed your bra and started to massage your breastâ sucking, licking your left breast while his hands is massaging the right one âPlease baby-ngghhhâ Pleading him for more. Kang Woo lifted you effortlessly and brought you to the bedroomâ on your way to the bedroom, the two of you are making outâ
He roughly put you down the bed and harshly removed your pants âNot wearing underwear huhâ he scoffs âWhat are you thinking, y/n? Meeting him behind my back and not wearing anything?â Looking directly to your eyes as he continued to massage your breast. You didnât expect him to force himself inside you without a warning âUGHHâ Kang Woo fff-fuuckkââ He fucked you as if heâs punishing you, rough, messy, hard, rocking his hips too deep into you as if thereâs no tomorrow âfuck baby, so fucking tight for meâ he gasped âIâm almost there, baby fuckkâ you told him, almost whispering because of how rough he is. âOh not yet love, youâre not going to cum until i say soâ he panted as he continued to slam his hips against yours. Kang Woo flipped you over and started riding you âGood girl, y/n. Taking my cock so goodâ You canât say anything because you are too tired. The only thing that he can hear from you is your loud moans âKang Woo please, iâm almost thereâ pleading him to let you cum âNo, no baby, not yetâ as he continued to fuck you recklessly. He sat up and positioned your face in front of his hard fat cock âsuck itâ you sucked him off for 20 minutes. âSo eager for me y/n, pretending not to like it at first huhâ. He flipped you over again and finger fucked you, licked your clit, and eat you out for 20 more minutes. He positioned you on top of him and told you to ride him. He watched as you bounce on top of him, you breast going up and down, your face full of emotion and you canât stop yourself from moaning his name.
âBaby.. Kang Woo⊠please iâm almost thereâuggghhhâ You whined, tears threatening to spill due to the fact your pussy was so overstimulated but wanted so much more at the same time. âMe too, baby fff..fuckkâ he fucked you faster, and harder until he reached his climax. âIâm cumming inside you, i donât fucking care if i get you pregnant if thatâs what is takes for you to stay with meâ You can feel his seed filling you up âI love you, Do Kang Woo. I wonât leave you, neverâ
After your hot and rough night with him, he cleaned you. Heâs so gentle and caring after fucking you hard. âIâm sorry, y/n. Letâs clean you upâ You look up at him and smiled gently âItâs ok, loveâ You feel so happy at the same time youâre hurting. He layed you down in bed slowly and layed beside you putting his arm over you and your head resting on top of his chest. âLove, i just want to let you know that if you have a problem, you can talk to me. Please remember that i will never leave you, i love you kang woo, i love you so much.â That night you decided not to talk about his illness and cherish the love and care heâs giving you. âI love you too, y/n. Please donât leave me, i donât want to lose you.â The day left is full of love, two of you cuddled for the rest of the day until you both fell asleep.
summary - she was untouchable, always composed â the quiet nurse with a secret she never dared to speak. father paolo was the cold priest who kept his distance, completely convinced she couldnât stand him. but one night, with a little too much wine, all her buried feelings send her straight to his door.
warnings - drunkenness, slow burn tension, implied make out (not really mentioned), religious setting
the hospital at night was always too quiet, though you had long understood the way emptiness pressed against the walls once the patients slept. the chapel lamps burned low, and you moved through the halls as always. everyone respected your calmness; that was the woman they believed you to be.
but inside, you were nothing like the peacefulness you wore on your face.
father paolo passed you often, with his cold voice and firm beliefs. he never lingered, never softened, and never saw you as anything more than merely another nurse walking by. and why would he? he was utterly convinced you despised him, and frankly, you never bothered to correct him. it was easier to let him think so. easier to stand on the other side of the wall he built between you. easier to do that than admitting how your chest would tighten whenever his cassock brushed against your shoulder.
you wanted him, and you hated yourself for wanting him.
that night, you drank. a glass of wine, then another, until your hands felt warm and your face flushed with the kind of honesty you worked so hard to swallow down. the rain had already begun to fall outside, soft at first, then gradually harder, as if even the sky could no longer hold itself back. you thought of your apartment, how the loneliness and darkness would consume you whole, and you realised you could not go there. not tonight.
you should have gone to bed. you should have pressed your hands together, whispered forgiveness, closed your eyes, and slept the longing away.
but instead, you left your glass without thinking, and your feet carried you not home, but back to the hospital. to him. by then, your hair was damp, breath uneven. the lights in the offices were mostly off, except his door, which glowed faintly with lamplight. you told yourself you were foolish even as you stopped before his door, drenched and shivering, your heart pounding so violently you thought it might give yourself away.
you stood there for a long moment. before you could change your own mind, your knuckles tapped gently against the wood. the silence that followed felt endless, until at last, the latch clicked, and the door opened. father paolo looked at you, almost startled â robe unfastened, collar loosened, hair dishevelled from tired hands. a candle burned on a desk behind him, the flickering light softening the edges of his face.
âyou shouldnât be here.â his voice was low, hesitant, but he didnât close the door. you took that opportunity to take a step inside.
you swallowed. âi couldnât go anywhere but here.â for a moment, neither of you spoke. all that could be heard was the sound of rain crashing against the roof and windows. it was unbearable.
âi donât hate you.â
you watched his jaw clench, like he was holding all his words back. âi never have,â you added. your voice shook, every word sounded like some childish confession.
he stepped closer, dangerously close, and you couldnât help but place your chilled hands on his shoulders. his fingers lifted, then traced slowly along your jaw. his eyes carefully followed his own moves. the touch was barely there, as if he was scared youâd break if he added the slightest pressure.
âyouâre a gift, father. a gift sent for me.â
back to friends was so *chefâs kiss*! cant wait for pt 2 đ 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 canât take it anymore and he gets a little rough and feels guilty even though she enjoyed it
Guilty pleasure
- Park Gyeong-seok x f!reader
smut
Content: as above!
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 Iâm a little overwhelmed because I have like 6 more requests just give me time guys pleaseee.
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Being a Kindergarten teacher is many things; annoying, stressing, frustrating. But itâs what you love. Being apart of childrenâs lifeâs, 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.
âShe likes you. Didnât stop saying how much she missed you the last weeks.â
You chuckled sweetly, running your hand over the bit of hair Nayeon still had.
âWell I missed her too.â Nayeon squealed happily at your words and hugged you tighter.
âWould you have dinner with us tonight?â Nayeons father blurted after a moment of silence. His face was polite, not urging or awkward.
â6pm?â
You hummed in thought. It felt too personal. Joining one of your students and her father for dinner.
âI still have a few things to do. Iâm not sure I can make it.â
Nayeon whined, pressing her face against your thighs. âPlease!â 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 didnât want to think about it but maybe, just maybe, Nayeon didnât have too much time left.
You bit your lip before nodding slowly.
âI will try.â
Her father smiled and pulled out his phone.
âIâll give you my number so you can text if thatâs fine.â
You nodded and handed him your phone. He typed his digits in and handed you back your phone.
âIâm Gyeong-seok.â
â
Itâs 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.
â(Y/N)?â
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.
âItâs okay. Just me.â He joked lightheartedly, smiling up at you before examining the little cut.
You sighed, free hand clutching your chest.
âLetâs patch this up, yeah?â 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.
âWelcome home, by the way.â 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.
âNot the best sight to come home to-â He gestured to your finger.
âBut Iâll take it.â
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.
âWhat were you cooking?â
You stumbled on your breath for a moment before answering.
âJust some vegetables soup. Nayeon asked for it.â
âIâll help you. Just let me shower first please.â He chuckled and you nodded.
âOf course, of course.â
â
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. Heâd 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.
âFinished already?â
You shuddered. That raspy voice did things to you no fuck could.
You nodded. âYeah. Just gotta let it boil.â
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.
âIâll set the table.â
â
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 didnât 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 didnât 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.
âIs that okay?â 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?
âYeah..â
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.
âYou look good today.â He began, testing the waters.
âAnd I want you.â
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.
âNayeon might see.â 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 didnât 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.
âI wonât go slow, honey. You alright with that?â
â
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.
âYou said youâd go fast!â Your voice was hushed and barely audible. His hips snapped and you chocked on a moan.
âYou really want it?â
âYes!â
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.
âNot so loud, baby. Nayeons sleeping.â
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.
âLemme cum, please..!â You pleaded desperately. He slapped your thigh before gripping it. You moaned out.
âNot yet, baby.â
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.
âFuck. Come for me. Let me fill you up, yeah?â
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.
â(Y/N)?â
You hummed.
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?
âDid I- uhm..â He struggled to find the right words. Instead, he brought his fingers down to graze over the fingerprints. You twitched, sore. He immediately recoiled.
âFuck. Iâm sorry. I should have been gentle. I should have taken my time.â He rambled, all panicked now.
You grabbed his hand, confused.
âNo, no. I loved it. I wanted that.â You tried to reassure but honestly, you were a little too spent.
He didnât really look convinced.
âAre you sure?â
âMhm.â You brought his hand down inbetween your legs, pressing his middle finger against your clit.
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ïčąïčâŒïžă €CWă €âŠă €Dom!Gyeong-seok x Sub!Reader â Power dynamics / domination & submission (Gyeong-seok is a shy dominator... but that might change). Vulgar clothes, teasing, dirty talk, painting, half-nudity (Gyeong-seok paints you half-nude), kisses, pet names (princess, babe). Sex on the couch (without much talking), sucking/groping breasts/nipples (#gyeongseoklovestits), oral/cunnilingus (reader receiving), unprotected P in V, creampie (?), cumshot on breasts, mentioned aftercare and bathroom teasing (but nothing happens). Reader is a provocateur. No-eul appears at the end and is a predator in action. Idk if I forgot something. English is not my first language. ă €đ„ïčážáž
NOTE âŻâŻÂ  I have no idea if there's an app for hiring babysitters, but pretend there is. Sorry for the delay in posting the chapters; starting next time, I'll focus on other characters as well. âĄ
Gyeong-seok scrolled through countless nanny profiles on his phone. His daughter was already making progress with her cancer treatment thanks to the money heâd received after leaving the Games. He and Hyun-ju had grown closer because of the polyamorous relationship they had with you and, speaking of thatâŠ
And you showed it off to both Gyeong-seok and Hyun-ju. They were left breathless.
And honestly, that was what had been breaking the manâs concentration latelyâhis paintings left unfinished, smudged, or ruined with basic mistakes.
To distract himself, he decided to open a local babysitter app, looking for someone to take care of Na-yeon while he worked. Most had good ratings, but one stood out.
Kang No-eul.
She had only been working for a yearâaccording to her bioâbut already had a five-star rating. She looked serious from her expression, but her profile said she was fully committed to her work.
Gyeong-seok frowned, studying the womanâs profile. She looked like the one heâd spoken to at the park after leaving the Gamesâthe same one whoâd asked him about the realistic painting heâd done of Hyun-ju and you. And her eyes had been fixed on Na-yeon. Not in a perverted or threatening way, but protective.
âI hired a nanny for Na-yeon.â the painter commented as he sat on the stool.
You smiled, settling onto the couch at Gyeong-seokâs place, still in your waitress outfit since you had just gotten back from work.
âIs she nice?â
âApparentlyâ he nodded, picking up a brush the same color as your outfit.
You shifted on the couch, trying to find the perfect pose. By your own insistence, you had asked him to paint you again.
But you had a little plan to tease him.
âWhatâs my best angle?â you teased, pretending to be innocent, positioning yourself on all fours on the couch with your head turned toward him.
Gyeong-seok blushed, swallowing hard, his gaze darting back to the small canvas where he was supposed to paint you.
âAll of them.â he answered hoarsely, nerves lacing his voice.
You bit your lip, then sat again, thinking of a better pose. Then, an idea came. While he was picking out the right shades of paint, you lifted your mini skirt all the way up, curious about his reaction.
âHow about painting me half-naked?â you asked, teasing the poor man. âNa-yeonâs at schoolâŠâ
The painter bit his lip at the idea. When he looked at you, his eyes widenedâyou were sitting there with your mini skirt up around your waist, your dark blue panties in full viewâŠ
Fuck.
âWouldnât that bother you?â he asked nervously, eyes flicking back to your face.
âNot at all,â you answered, slipping off your blouse and skirt, now only in panties and a bra. âDoes this bother you?â
âN-No.â
Bother? Never. But his trembling hands might ruin the painting.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. His hands stopped shaking just enough for him to start sketching. He kept stealing glances at you, both to focus on the painting and to admire you.
He wasnât the kind of man who got aroused easily. Having a daughter had taught him to control his body. Even if he was hard right now, seeing you like that on his couch, he still held onto some professionalism.
Except for his nerves.
Of course, you couldnât hold the same position for over an hourâyour muscles started to ache. Gyeong-seok noticed too, even though the painting was far from complete.
âWant to take a break?â he asked with concern, looking at you.
âYeah, sounds perfect,â you teased, sighing in relief as you shifted position.
He kept painting part of your bra while you stretched. But when you noticed how focused he was, you tilted your head, an idea sparking.
âI thought we were on a breakâŠâ you murmured, your voice dripping with mischief.
Gyeong-seok frowned, his eyes darting from the canvas back to your body. His cheeks flushed when he saw you tug your panties aside with one finger, a playful smirk on your face.
That smirk was going to disappear.
His self-control snapped. He dropped the brush and stood up so fast the stool clattered to the floor. In seconds, you were lying down, pinned to the couch under his taller, stronger frame. Gyeong-seok kissed you slowly, but his hands roamed your body with urgency, memorizing every curve.
You lifted your hips as the kiss deepened, trying to create friction. His strong hands clutched your waist, holding you still. His lips trailed down your neck, while his hands slid up to your breasts. You hummed softly, giving him permission to continue. His touch grew bolder, squeezing your breasts under your bra, one of his knees pressing between your thighs.
âDo you really want to keep going here, princess? On the couch?â he whispered against your skin.
âEven on the ceiling, if we could,â you teased, fingers threading through his hair.
He chuckled, blushing at the thought, but kept going. His hands slid down to your thighs, spreading them apart. With one hand, he tugged your panties down to your knees, then gripped your thighs again. Leaning closer, his warm breath ghosted over your core, making you wetter. You whimpered.
âGyeong-seokâŠâ
âPatience,â he rasped, before closing the distance.
You moaned as his tongue slid over your folds, teasing, before sucking your clit. Your hand tangled in his hair, the other clutching the couch. He took his time, savoring your reactions, before finally pulling back.
You whined, only to see him unbuckle his belt. He wasnât rushing, calmly removing his belt and pants. You couldnât tell if he was teasing you on purpose or not, but either way, your pussy was throbbing, desperate for relief. You didnât dare rush him. When he lowered his boxers, your mouth watered at the sight of his cock twitching under your gaze. He smirked faintly, guiding the tip to your entrance. âIf itâs too much, tell me.â
âAs if youâd break me,â you muttered sarcastically, not to insult him, just blurting out nonsense.
Gyeong-seok frowned at your words, gripping your hips and hooking your legs around his waist as he thrust deep into your wet heat, the sound of your bodies slapping filling the room. You gasped, clawing at the couch.
âD-Damn, I-I was kidding!â you moaned as he began to move, slow at first.
He didnât answer, debating whether to go fast or slow. But when you rolled your hips, begging for more, he sighed and gave in. No mercy today. Not after your teasing during the painting, and now this?
He picked up the pace, his cock slamming into your walls, his strong grip steady on your hips as your moans grew uncontrollable. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, and his speed was almost inhuman. You had only been together a few days, but youâd never seen him like thisânot even during the Games.
He lowered his mouth to your breasts, sucking your nipples like a starved man. His thrusts didnât falter, pounding deep, hitting spots you didnât even know existed. When you felt your orgasm build, he nibbled your nipple lightly, groaning at how tightly you clenched around him.
âCan I cum on your tits, babe?â he blurted, blushing, but hoping youâd agree.
Your brows furrowed, intrigued, then you nodded through your moans. âY-Yeah, a-anywhere you wantâŠâ
He hummed against your breast, switching to the other one. His thrusts grew rougher, relentless, until your climax hit, liquid spilling as you cried out. He pulled back just in time, stroking himself before spilling hot cum across your breasts. You giggled, breathless, teasing him.
Fuckâhe was going to ruin you once the nanny started spending more time with Na-yeon.
After that amazing moment, you and your boyfriend took a shower together. He didnât touch you, except when he ran the soap along your curves. Even though you kept teasing him by rubbing your ass against his cock, he managed to resist. Now, you were both dressed, clean, and free from desire, waiting for Na-yeonâs new nanny to arrive.
The little girl was sitting on the couch, all excited, playing with her father and talking about her day at school. You smiled at the sight, but a thought crossed your mind.
Na-yeon still didnât know about you two.
Gyeong-seok had said heâd wait another week, since he also needed to tell the nanny that he was committed to TWO women. Even though at first Hyun-ju and he were in the throuple just because of you, now they couldnât deny the attraction they felt for each other.
When calm knocks echoed at the door, you signaled that youâd open it for Gyeong-seok. He nodded in thanks, going back to chatting with his daughter. You smiled, fixing your hair, before opening the door.
âHello, you must be the new nanny?â you asked excitedly, since the womanâs face matched the profile Gyeong-seok had shown you.
Tall, short hair, taller than you â almost Hyun-juâs height, but not too much.
âYes.â she nodded neutrally, expressionless, though with a barely noticeable smile. âIâm Kang No-eul.â she said, though she knew you already knew.
âY/n. Nice to meet you.â you replied, opening the door for her to come in, which she did shyly, clutching her bag.
âIf you donât mind me asking⊠what are you to the child? Sorry, itâs just that on the profile it said âsingle father.ââ she asked with a tone of curiosity, but you didnât notice the other tone hidden in her voice.
Not related to Gyeong-seok â but to you. Or even the way her eyes flicked down to your lips⊠and back up to your eyes.
'Single'? You tried not to think about it too much, after all, you both hadn't exactly assumed polyamory yet.
âAh, I-...â you cut yourself off, not sure how to answer.
Luckily, Gyeong-seok stepped closer, with Na-yeon by his side.
âHi, Kang No-eul?â
âPlease, just âNo-eul.ââ she replied kindly, nodding, before turning her gaze toward Na-yeon. âAnd you must be the queen of bunnies Iâll be looking after?â
You raised an eyebrow, having heard that nickname before. Na-yeonâs jaw dropped in surprise.
âHow do you know Iâm the queen of bunnies??â she asked, excited.
âA little bunny told me.â No-eul winked at the girl, making her giggle.
Na-yeon turned to her father, who was smiling at the scene, relieved his daughter already seemed to like the nanny.
âCan she be my nanny, daddy?â she asked, curious and sweet.
You had to resist the urge to squeeze her cheeks. Gyeong-seok smiled. âSheâs already hired.â
No-eul let out a deep sigh of relief. You smiled when Na-yeon jumped on the woman, already talking about the pink bunny sheâd seen at the park a few weeks ago. Gyeong-seok began showing her around the house, and you already needed to head back â Cheol was probably getting home from school. Before leaving, you gave the woman one last glance and, surprisingly, she was already looking at you.
Looking at you the way a predator would look at its prey.
But you didnât notice â you just smiled politely, and quietly left, closing the door behind you.
warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, creampie, lots of praise, established relationship
synopsis: your boyfriend has always had a thing for how small you look compared to him.
requested.
gyeong-seok has always had a thing for how small you are next to him.
it shows in the little momentsâthe way his hand always seems to find your waist, the way he looks down at you when you stand beside him.
his eyes warm with a mix of pride and hunger. and especially when youâre beneath him, caged by his broad shoulders, your body nearly swallowed by his.
tonight is no different. gyeong-seok hovers over you, bracing his weight carefully. his eyes dragging slowly down your body as if he needs to see it againâto prove to himself youâre real. his hand trails down your stomach, covering so much of you it makes your heart race.
âlook at you,â he murmured, his voice low, almost amused. âyouâre so tiny under me.â
the way he said it wasnât mockingâit was adoring. like your size only made you more precious to him. he shifted closer, bracing his weight carefully so you wouldnât feel crushed. the solid heat of his chest still pressed firmly against you.
your fingers curled into his shirt, trying to pull him closer even though he already felt impossibly near. his laugh was soft, breath brushing against your cheek as he leaned in to kiss youâslow, messy, like he couldnât help himself.
you squirmed when his hand drifted lower, fingertips brushing the band of your panties.
the feather-light touch made your stomach flip, anticipation pulling tight in your chest. he smirked at the way you shifted, your thighs pressing together like you could hide from him.
âalready restless?â he teased, nudging his knee between yours until you parted for him. his knuckles skimmed over the thin fabric, not quite touching where you wanted âjust close enough to make your breath catch.
you gasped when he hooked a finger at the edge of your panties and tugged them aside, baring you just enough to let his fingertips glide against your wet heat. his touch was achingly gentle, as if he couldnât get over how perfect you felt beneath him.
âso soft,â he whispered, leaning closer, his lips brushing your cheek. â..and already so wet for me.â his fingers circled lazily, never rushing, as if he was savoring every reactionâyour squirming hips, your shaky breath, the way your body arched toward his.
he kissed you then, deep and unhurried, swallowing the little sounds that slipped out as his fingers explored. the contrast of it allâthe sheer size of his hand against the delicate heat of your bodyâhad him groaning softly into your mouth.
his hand slid into yours, fingers weaving easily between your smaller ones. the contrast made his chest acheâyour palm swallowed up by his. your knuckles delicate against the roughness of his skin. he squeezed lightly, grounding himself before shifting closer.
âhold on to me,â gyeong-seok murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. he lined himself up, moving slow, every inch deliberate. you gasped as he pressed forward, the stretch sharp and gentle all at once.
he stilled, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard like he needed to steady himself. âGod⊠look at you,â he whispered, voice low and reverent. âyouâre taking me so well..â
you whimpered, squeezing his hand tighter and that alone nearly undid him. inch by inch, he sank deeper, his jaw clenched as he tried to move slowly enough not to overwhelm you. his other hand smoothed over your hip, spanning nearly the entire curve as if to remind himself how fragile you looked beneath his weight.
when he finally bottomed out, he stayed there, chest rising and falling with yours. he glanced down, marveling at the way you sucked him in. your body arching to meet his.
he kissed you againâmessy, lingering, his breath uneven against your lipsâbefore pulling back just enough to look at your flushed face. his hips shifted slightly and the way your body clenched around him had him groaning low in his throat.
fingers still laced with yours, slowly, he began to move. he drew his hips back just a little before sliding in again.
the rhythm he found was slow at first, each thrust purposeful. savoring the way your smaller frame arched beneath his.
your breath came out in short, shaky gasps and he bent down to swallow them with another kiss, whispering against your lips, âso good for me⊠look how easily i cover you.â
every roll of his hips pressed you deeper into the mattress, his size overwhelming yet his touch impossibly gentle. he intertwined your fingers tighter, holding them above your head like he wanted to anchor you to him. âmine,â he murmured, lips brushing your temple.
the more he sank back into you, the more your body yielded to him. he felt it tooâfelt you opening up for him.
his rhythm stuttered, a groan tearing from his chest as he pressed deeper, burying himself fully inside you.
when his release came, he held you tight. his body shuddering as he spilled into you.
after, he stayed inside you, his hips flush with yours, as though reluctant to let go of the feeling of you wrapped so snugly around him. his fingers loosened around yours only to trail gently down your arm, his voice quiet and reverent as he kissed your cheek.
âmy perfect girl.â he whispered, brushing back the damp hair from your face.
you sighed when he finally eased out of you, your body trembling from the stretch and the way he had filled you so completely.
gyeong-seok kissed your forehead before moving, slow and careful.
âstay here,â he murmured, brushing his thumb across your lips. he slipped away only long enough to grab a warm cloth, returning almost immediately.
the mattress dipped as his weight settled beside you again and you felt the careful touch of his hand as he cleaned you up. murmuring soft apologies whenever you flinched from sensitivity.
tossing the cloth aside, he pulled the blanket up over both of you. he gathered you into his arms, your body fitting neatly against his chest. his arms wrapped around you like he meant to shield you from the world.
you curled into him, the steady thump of his heart grounding you. he tucked your head beneath his chin, his palm smoothing up and down your back in slow strokes.
he cradled you close, almost as if he couldnât bear to let you go and the warmth of his body surrounded you until you melted into sleep.
he will hold you, telling you how amazing you were for him.
even if he is tired, he will hold you to sleep.
he keeps water on the nightstand to keep you hydrated.
body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
gyeong-seok loves his hands.
his hands create art, and create the pleasure in-between your legs.
gyeong is in love with your face.
he loves tracing your facial features, imagining them in a drawing.
he will hold your face in missionary, admiring how beautiful you are.
cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
loves cumming inside of you.
if your panties are pulled to the side, he will cum inside of you then move your panties back to covering you, making sure that it catches his cum leaking out of you.
dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
gyeong-seok imagines himself filming a sex tape with you.
he does not know where this desire came from.
he imagines himself watching a video of him fucking the shit out of you.
he wants to approach you about it, but is nervous about your potential reaction to the idea.
experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
experienced due to his ex-wife.
he had a good idea on what he was doing with you.
gyeong-seok had to relearn since he was celibate for a few years after the death of his ex-wife, but he got the hang of it again once he got with you.
favorite position (this goes without saying)
missionary.
its so vanilla, yet perfect to him.
he can see your beautiful face, close to his, in this position.
goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
mostly serious.
serious in a 'I want to make you feel good' way and not in an intense dominating way.
hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
unevenly trimmed.
the carpet matches the drapes.
happy trail starts below his belly button and down.
intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
gyeongseok is calm, and content.
he LOVES the foreplay before sex.
mainly giving you massages that lead up to the actual sex.
being romantic is apart of gyeongseok's aura.
jack off (masturbation headcanon)
when he was in the games, he jacked off (at the thought of you) in the bathroom stalls.
he missed you so much, and needed to do anything to take the stress away.
it happened shortly before the special game, with the rebellion happening after that.
kink (one or more of their kinks)
auralism
orgasm denial/edging
location (favorite places to do the do)
in his bedroom
if he has an art studio, he'd fuck you in there too.
motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
hearing praise from you, or feeling your touch, turns him on.
gyeongseok gets going when you directly tell him what you want.
no (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
no daddy kinks.
gyeong-seok is a father himself, and feels uncomfortable being called that in a sexual setting.
oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
giving 95%
he is an eaterrrr.
gyeongseok will eat it from the front, back, side, and from below if you're riding his face.
pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
slow and steady wins the race
quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
being parents, quickies come with the territory
quickies happen twice a week.
mostly before work in the morning
risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
no risks
he will experiment, but nothing that can have negative consequences
'the unknown' gives gyeongseok anxiety <3
stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
gyeongseok can go three or four rounds.
he can last for a couple of hours.
toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
no toys he owns.
gyeong-seok would use your toys on yourself if you consented.
for example: your rose toy or butt plugs.
unfair (how much they like to tease)
he teases during makeup sex.
especially if he is trying to last all night.
he likes teasing you, but hates how it can affect himself as well.
volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
gyeongseok GROANS
he can be loud, but tries not to be.
whines from him happens when you're riding him.
wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
gyeongseok LOVES painting or drawing your naked body in poses.
it takes a lot of restraint from him stopping in the middle of drawing just to get his hands on your body.
one time, he did.
you were wearing a blue lingerie set, his favorite one on you.
you pulled your panties to the side, teasing him in the middle of his artwork.
gyeongseok put the paint brush down and fucked you until your inner thighs were sore.
x-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
gyeong-seok has a normal body shape.
maybe a sleep build??
5 inches on soft, 6 inches on hard.
has girth, it is heavy looking.
yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
on the lower side.
he is attracted to you, but having a child takes his time away.
since he might be too tired to do things^
sex two-three times a week.
luckily, it lasts all night long^
zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he is QUICK to fall asleep.
well, he might put on his night robe and leave the room to check on his child first.
warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, creampie, fingering, lots of praise
synopsis: above!
pairings: park gyeong-seok x fem!reader
your back met the mattress with a soft thud, and gyeong-seok followed, hovering above you with that look â the one that always made your breath catch.
not hunger. not greed. devotion.
âyouâre so pretty like this,â he murmured, eyes dragging down your flushed skin, fingers ghosting over the curve of your waist. âi could look at you all night.â
you tried to hide your face in your arm, but he caught your wrist gently and pressed a kiss there â then another, higher this time, just below the bend of your elbow.
ânone of that,â he whispered. âlet me see you.â
you swallowed, heart thudding. his touch was slow, reverent â fingertips tracing over every inch like he wanted to memorize you all over again.
he didnât rush. he never did.
every second stretched out like he had all the time in the world to love you.
âyou always get so shy when I tell you how perfect you are,â he said with a soft laugh, brushing your hair back.
âbut itâs true. every part of you.. made for me.â
you whimpered when he pressed a kiss to your collarbone â not from roughness, but from the weight of his words.
âdoing so well for me,â he breathed, lips trailing lower, hand splayed protectively over your stomach. âletting me take care of you like this. thatâs it⊠just relax.â
you did. you always did with him.
his hand settled low on your waist, thumb brushing beneath the hem of your shirt. not demandingâjust there. present. waiting for your breath to hitch like it always did when he touched you like this.
âyouâre trembling,â he murmured, voice laced with quiet pride. âyou like when i talk to you like this?â
you nodded, heat blooming beneath your skin. his gaze softened.
âof course you do,â he whispered, lips brushing your cheek before slowly trailing over your jaw. âso responsive. so sweet. you always listen so well for me, donât you?â
you felt yourself melt under the weight of his gaze, the way he never rushed youâ just let his hands and words wrap around you until there was nothing left but him.
âlet me take care of you,â he said, lifting your shirt slowly, fingertips grazing bare skin like you were something fragile.
he kissed down the center of your chest, slow, like every inch of you deserved a moment of worship.
you gasped softly, and his hands stilled for a breath. your hands curled into the fabric of his shirt.
he leaned in, close enough his breath kissed the shell of your ear. âthere she is,â he murmured, voice low. âso sensitive for me.â
his fingers resumed their slow journey up your ribsâreverent, not rushed. the drag of his knuckles made your skin tingle, but it wasnât enough. not yet.
he mustâve felt the way your hips shifted, restless events him.
he smirked, chuckling softly. âbe patient, baby. donât worry, iâll give you everything.â
you whimperedâ a small aching sound, and he kissed it from your lips, soft and deep. like it was something scared. like you were.
âyouâre already doing so well for me,â he whispered, brushing his nose against yours.
his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts, and your breath caught.
âbreathe, baby. let me feel you.â he soothed, fingers stroking slow, featherlight.
you did and he groaned softly against your throatâ not from lust, but from awe. like he couldnât believe you were letting him have this. have you.
âlook at you,â he whispered. âso wet. so beautiful. and all mine.â
you couldnât speak. not when his fingers moved with such aching care. not when each stroke had more praise than pressure. he wasnât trying to push you over the edge.
he was guiding you there, sweet and unhurried.
and when your hips lifted, chasing more, he only smiledâlow and proud.
âgreedy little thing,â he murmured, voice low and teasing against your neck. âdidnât i tell you i would take care of you?â
his fingers didnât speed up. he kept the same torturously slow rhythm, every stroke and curl a whisper against where you needed him most.
it wasnât meant to overwhelm youâ not yet. just to remind you who was in control, and he knew you.
âyou donât have to move, baby,â he said, tone thick with affection. âjust feel me.â
your lips parted, a soft moan spilling out before you could stop it. he kissed you, slow and deep, tasting every sound you gave him.
âthatâs it,â he whispered, fingers sliding deeper, finding that spot that made your legs tremble. âright there. you feel that?â
you nodded, breath stuttering. ây-yes,â you gasped, âthereâright there..â
he groaned softly, clearly affected by the way you said his name. his thumb applying more pressure that makes your back arch.
eveything felt like too much and not enoughâ his voice, his hands, the way he watched every reaction like it mattered. like you mattered.
âiâve got you,â he whispered, fingers curling inside you. âlet go for me.â
you clung to him, trembling, chasing the high he was offering so patiently. and when you came with a soft cry of his name, he held you through it, grounded you.
he brushed his nose along your cheek, lips ghosting over the corner of your mouth.
âyou did so well for me,â he murmured. âso good. you always are.â
you turned your face into the curve of his neck, trying to hide the heat blooming across your skin. but gyeong-seok only held you tighter, thumb stroking gently along your spine.
âno hiding,â he said softly. ânot after that. let me see all of you. every part.â
you exhaled slowly, melting into the calm he wrapped around you so effortlessly. there was no rush in his voice, no expectation â just steady affection. warmth. safety.
he shifted slightly, brushing his knuckles along your jaw. âstill with me?â
you nodded, eyes hazy and lips parted. âmore,â you breathed. âplease.â
something in his expression shifted at that, âyouâre incredible.â he said, voice low as he slotted himself in between your thighs. âyou donât even know what you do to me.â
you felt him, hard and heavy, pressing against your entrance, but not pushing inânot yet. his hand found yours, fingers lacing together, grounding you as he slowly nudged forward.
the stretch was steady, patient. he watched your face the entire time.
âyou take me so well, every single time.â he murmured, forehead resting against yours as he bottomed out inside you.
you whimpered softly, adjusting to the fullness and he pausedâ gave you a moment. his free hand slid up and down your side soothingly.
âyou okay?â he asked again, voice ragged.
âperfect.â you whispered.
and then he moved.
not rough, not fast, just deep. purposeful. every thrust dragged him along your walls in a way that had you gasping, overwhelmed by the rhythm of his hips, the sound of your name in his mouth.
âso tight, baby.. you feel that?â
you nodded, too far gone for words now, clinging to him like he was the only thing holding you together.
âgod,â he breathed, groaning low against your shoulder. âyou feel unreal.â
he picked up the pace just slightly, hips snapping forward harder, deeper. but his words never lost their warmth, whispering breathless praises against your neck.
your nails scraped down his back, desperate to hold on and he groanedâ not from pain, but from the sheer feeling of your wrapped around him, so tight, so warm, so his.
âi can feel youââ he panted, almost in awe. âclenching around me like that.. youâre close arenât you?â
you could only nod, trembling under him, everything blurred. his praise, his pace, the way his mouth covered every inch of your body.
âiâve got you,â he said again, hips grinding deep and slow once more, âlet go for me, baby. be good for me one last time.â
and you did. a soft, broken moan slipping past your lips as the wave crashed through you, your whole body curling into him.
he followed seconds later with a quiet curse and a low groan of your name. burying his face into your neck as he spilled inside you.
his hips slowed, breath uneven. but he never stopped holding you.
you stayed tangled together for a while, bodies slick and warm, skin flushed and glowing under the dim lighting.
gyeong-seokâs arms were tight around you, lips pressed to your shoulder. he shifted carefully, pulling out slowly, and wrapping you fully into his arms, chest to chest.
he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lipsâ soft, slow and deep.
âwas it too much?â he asks gently, brushing your damp hair back from your face.
you shook your head, barely able to keep your eyes open. âno,â you murmured, voice sleepy and soft. âyou were perfect.â
his lips curved into the smallest smile. he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple â slow, lingering.
âso were you,â he whispered.
you let out a small, content sigh, curling closer, and he pulled the blanket over both of you, one arm wrapped securely around your waist.
then he pulls you in, blanket and all, and lets you drift off against his chest, wrapped in warmth and quiet.
ur so talented omg I love ur gyeongseok fic!!! asking for another one where f!reader lets him release his pent-up stress. maybe he gets a little rough and heâs sorry about it afterwards but itâs okay because theyâre both into it aaaaaaa
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warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, creampie, rough sex, dirty talk, there might be more
a/n - thank you!! youâre so sweet enjoy đ„č
synopsis: above!
pairings: park gyeong-seok x fem!reader
he didnât mean to lose control.
one minute, he was just kissing you â hard, needy, desperate. the next, he had you pinned, hands keeping your wrists captive above your head.
his breath was ragged against your mouth, eyes blown wide with something feral. heat. frustration. want.
âi need this,â he growled, voice low, barely hanging onto control. âtell me you do too.â
you didnât hesitate. âi do.â
those words shattered the last bit of restraint he had.
his body pinned yours, thigh pressing between yours as his mouth dragged down your neck, biting just enough to make you gasp.
âyouâre mine,â he muttered against your collarbone, voice wrecked. âsay it.â
âiâm yours,â you breathed, dizzy from his movements, the way he filled every space like he belonged there â like you belonged to him.
he grabbed your thigh, hitched it around his waist, and thrust into you in one rough, deep motion that knocked the air out of your lungs.
you cried out, clinging to him.
he was relentless â fast, deep, each stroke along your walls had you gasping, clawing down his back. his hand gripped your jaw, making you look at him.
âlook at me,â he grunted between his deep thrusts. âi need to see you.â
you did â eyes locked with his as he drove into you harder, each movement laced with desperation.
it wasnât just about pleasure. it was something heavier â a quiet, urgent ache behind every thrust. like he was trying to lose himself in you, bury the weight he had been carrying.
his jaw was clenched, breathing ragged as he pushed deeper, faster, the tension in his body pulling tighter with every second.
your hands threaded through his hair, anchoring him. âiâm here.â you whispered, voice trembling, legs shaking around his waist. âiâve got you.â
something in him cracked.
he groaned your name, voice raw and low, his forehead dropped to yours. his rhythm faltered â not from hesitation, but the way his body started to unravel.
you felt it in the way his grip tightened on your hips, in the way he moved like he didnât know how to stop.
and then he cameâ hard, breath catching as he buried himself in you, before he collapsed against you, chest heaving.
for a long moment, he didnât say anything.
you held him, fingers stroking gently down his back. his breathing slowed, but his body stayed tense.
then came the quiet, broken whisper: âi shouldnât have done that. not like that.â
you touched his face, making him look at you. âyou didnât hurt me.â
âi was rough. too rough.â his brows furrowed. âi lost control.â
âyou needed to let go,â you say softly. âi let you. i wanted you to.â
he searched your face, like he was waiting for you to pull away.
gyeong-seokâs breath hitched as you guided him down onto the bed. your hands moved slowly, deliberately â unbuttoning his shirt, pressing soft kisses along the new skin revealed.
his hands stayed by his side, trying not to reach, not to rush.
he was warm under your touch, already trembling just from the pace, the anticipation.
âyouâre shaking, baby.â you coo.
âi canât help it,â he murmurs. âyouâre sitting thereâtouching me like thatâfuck.â
you tilt your head, thumb brushing over the corner of his mouth. he leans into your touch like itâs oxygen. his cock strains against his pants, twitching every time you breathe his name.
âyouâll wait,â you whisper. âuntil i decide youâve earned it.â
your hand dips below his waistband with that same excruciating slowness, fingertips brushing hot skin.
he gasps â sharp and helpless as you finally wrap your fingers around him. so hard. so sensitive. his hips twitch, resisting the urge to grab ahold of you.
his cock twitches in your grip. he whimpers â a raw, broken sound that shoots straight through you. you squeeze just a little, feeling how he trembles.
âyouâre dripping, gyeong-seok.â you breathe, stroking him with an almost cruel gentleness. âall this for me?â
âyesâfuckâitâs always for you.â he chokes out, hips stuttering.
you smile, proud and fond. heâs holding on by a thread, his hands fisted in the sheets below you. you swipe your thumb over the tip, collecting the precum beading there.
he groans â low and broken. âlook at you. youâre a mess.â you whisper, âyou want to cum that bad?â
he nods, frantic. âplease, please .. i canât ââ
you stroke him tighter now, faster. âthen do it.â
thatâs all it takes. his hips jerk once, twice and he cries out â face crumpling as he loses control. âso desperate. so good for me.â you praise.
heâs still catching his breath, face buried in your chest. arms wrapped around your waist â just holding you.
but youâre not done.
âtake off your pants.â you say, quiet but firm.
his breath hitches and you feel him tense. but then he nods, obedient as ever â fumbling with the zipper of his pants and shoving the fabric down.
you strip just enough to straddle himâ knees planted on either side of his hips, your hands braced on his chest.
âyou want me?â you ask, lowering yourself just enough that the head of his cock brushes your entrance.
âfuck yes â please, please â i need to feel you.â he whispers.
you smile, slow and dangerous. and then you sink down onto him.
he groans, fisting the sheets, knuckles turning white as you take him inch by inch.
âf-fuck,â he chokes out, voice cracking. âyouâre so warm â too good.â
you start to move.
slow at first. deliberate. dragging yourself along him with a rhythm that is more torment, than relief. he whimpers with each rock of your hips, trying not to buck up into you.
âyou love this, donât you?â you whisper, leaning down to kiss below his ear.
âyes,â he groans. âi love it â i love you â fuck iââ
you cut him off with a kiss â deep, claiming, messy. your bodies move together, wet sounds and ragged breaths filling the air.
heâs close again, you feel it in the way he trembles beneath youâ in the helpless way his hands clutch the sheets, because you havenât told him he can touch you yet.
you pull back just enough to whisper, âyou can come.â
and he breaks.
his head falls back, mouth open in a silent moan as he stills â coming deep inside you. you ride him through it, slower now, dragging it out until heâs done, sweat soaked and shaking.
you stay there, still connected. heâs breathing hard and blinking up at you through half lidded eyes.
âyou okay?â you murmur after a moment, fingertips skimming up his arm soothingly. you press your cheek to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
he nods, still catching his breath. âiâm great. you were perfect.â
you smile, lifting your head to press a soft kiss to his lips.
you just stay there, wrapped in each others warmth, skin against skin.
neither of you say much after, because right there, in this moment, itâs just you two. and thatâs enough.
Would love for you to make a Park Gyeong-seok/Player 246 p-link post! <3 After what happened in S3, just.. Wow. I need more content of him in-game and out of the games đ
àČżà§ Gyeong-Seok / Player 246 twt p!links
cw: 18+!, mdni, handjob, links lead to twitter porn
a/n: heâs so daddy i literally love him, think iâll do another one with a subbier version of him
Playing with your pretty pussy
You told him he could only touch you covered <3
Likes you all tied up because itâs pretty (photo)
synopsis: gyeong-seok paints a portrait of your body
warnings: naked body, suggestive, one mention of sex
requested
its nosey outside, since the carnival hums with life and the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the striped tents and whirling rides.
gyeong-seok stands by his chair, a small wooden stand tucked between a ring toss game and a cotton candy machine.
the man's hands, stained with flecks of paint, move with a quiet grace as he sketches another self-portrait for a passing customer.
four years here, and heâs mastered the art of capturing people on canvas...the man in front of him has a sharp jawline, thoughtful eyes, a hint of a smile that never quite reaches his lips.
the carnival is his stage, his easel is what he is with most.
yet, his mind is elsewhere tonight.
youâre somewhere in the crowd, weaving through the throng of laughter and chatter, your presence a tether that pulls at him.
he knows youâre close, maybe buying a caramel apple or watching the ferris wheel spin. he can almost feel the warmth of your skin, the way your laughter cuts through the noise like a melody only he can hear.
gyeong-seok's brush pauses mid-stroke. for a moment, heâs not painting the customer but you.
your silhouette is still burned into his memory, alive.
you are his muse, his most profound inspiration. not in the way muses are often romanticized with being distant, and untouchable but in the moments that have stitched your lives together.
he knows your body like he knows his own, every line and dip memorized, not out of obsession but out of love so deep itâs become a part of him.
back at home, in the small apartment you share, thereâs a painting he keeps hidden.
not out of shame, but because itâs too precious....maybe so na-yeon doesn't get access to it as well.
the portrait is too intimate to be seen by anyone else.
itâs a portrait of you, one he painted one night when the world felt soft. the memory of that night is as clear as the canvas itself.
it was late, the kind of late where the world outside the window feels like itâs holding its breath.
youâd been restless, unable to sleep, and gyeong-seok had been sketching in bed, his charcoal smudging the sheets.
youâd laughed at the mess, teasing him about his inability to keep his art contained. heâd grinned, his eyes catching yours in the dim glow of the bedside lamp.
âlet me paint you,â heâd said, his voice low, not a command but a plea.
youâd raised an eyebrow, playful. something in his gaze, which was earnest, made you nod.
you slipped out of bed, the air cool against your skin, and stood by the wall.
there were no clothes on your body, no pretense, just you.
you leaned against the wall, one arm propped above your head, your body tilting just so.
the curve of your waist caught the bedroom lamp light, accentuating the gentle swell of your hips, the soft lines of your form.
it wasnât posed or performative.
it was you, letting him see you in a way that felt like a gift.
gyeong-seok worked quickly, his hands moving with a certainty that only comes from knowing someone so well.
he didnât need to study you, didnât need to measure proportions or second-guess shadows.
he knew the way your shoulder sloped, the way your hair fell across your collarbone, the way your breath moved your chest. the painting wasnât about capturing your body...it was about capturing the moment after the sex that happened just an hour before.
there was a loving trust between you two, the way you let him see you without fear.
it took him an hour, maybe less, but to him it felt like no time at all. the world had shrunk to just you, the canvas, and the soft scratch of his brushes.
when he finished, he stepped back, his breath catching.
the painting wasnât perfect, since no art ever is, but it was true.
it was you, leaning against the wall, your body a study in light and shadow, strength and softness. the curve of your waist was there, yes, but so was the vulnerability in your posture, the way your eyes held his even from the canvas.
it wasnât sexual, though it couldâve been mistaken for it by someone who didnât understand.
it was love.
it was intimate.
it was a secret kept between you, a testament to the way you loved each other.
not loudly, but deeply.
he keeps the painting in a corner of your bedroom, draped with a cloth when itâs not just the two of you. itâs not hidden because heâs ashamed, but because itâs yours, both of yours, and the world doesnât get to claim it.
sometimes, when youâre out and heâs alone, heâll uncover it, sit on the edge of the bed, and just look.
he sees you in it, but he also sees himself in the way that he loves you, the way heâs learned to see beauty in the quiet moments.
back at the carnival when he finds you, youâre standing near the carousel, watching the painted horses spin as you watch na-yeon carefully on one.
your silhouette against the lights mirrors the pose from that night, and his heart twists, not only with longing but with gratitude.
you turn and catch his eye and wave, a small gesture that feels like everything.
he packs up his booth earlyand walks over to you. the noise fades as you fall into step together, your hand slipping into his as you hold na-yeon with your other hand.
you donât need to talk, not really.
back home, the apartment is quiet.
you kick off your shoes, and he sets his paints by the door.
the familiar routine grounds you both.
after giving na-yeon a bath and putting her to bed, you go into your bedroom.
as you sit down on the bed, you glance at the corner where the painting hides, and a smile tugs at your lips.
âyou ever gonna show that to anyone?â you ask, your voice teasing as geyong-seok changes into pajama pants.
he shakes his head, his own smile mirroring yours.
ânope. thatâs ours.â
you laugh, and itâs a sound he wants to paint, if only he could find a way to capture it.
instead, he comes over onto the bed and pulls you close. your body is warm against his. for a moment, youâre that painting again. he doesnât need a canvas to see you since youâre here, real, and his.
desc ⊠when you come home falling apart, soaked from the rain and too tired to explain, he doesnât ask. he simply stays. listens. holds. loves.
word count ⊠5.1K
what to expect? ⊠second person pov, porn with plot, no Y/N usage, fem!reader, hurt/comfort, all lowercase (i got lazy im sorry)
warnings ⊠body dysmorphia, implied eating disorder, metaphorical body horror imagery (NO EXPLICIT GORE), oral sex (f!reader receiving). if any of these things concern you or you worry it may trigger something in you, please click away! :(
a/n ⊠this is my first time writing angst and publishing smut so please go easy on me đ
it was 6:47 PM. gyeong-seok had gotten home a while ago, having picked up na-yeon from her motherâs house. he waved, said goodbye then got on the bus. he pulled his phone out to send you a text.
âpicked up na-yeon â€ïž do you have anything you want to have for dinner? :)â
delivered appeared at the bottom. he smiled, remembering the conversation the two of you had on the matter. you were telling him about a friend of yours who kept complaining whenever you would leave them on delivered. you told him that you only did that because you had no idea what to even text back or because you simply had a life outside texting. apparently, your friend didnât get that. neither did gyeong-seokâbut in a much different way than your friend did.
he said that sometimes when heâd text someone, the bottom of his messages would either say sent or delivered. he never knew what the difference even was, or if it even mattered. you laughed, thinking about how adorable it was that he didnât know. of course he wouldnât. he only just got a hold of using his phone properly (or efficiently), it made sense that he wasnât aware of certain terminologies. you even tried getting him on instagram once, to post his artwork on that platform. he seemed shy, saying that heâll give it a go next time, that he thinks he has yet to perfect his paintings. that man, you thought, such a perfectionist of his works.
but that was a few hours ago; currently, na-yeon was asleep in her room while gyeong-seok sat on the sofa of your apartment, which he had moved into eight months ago after you complained about having so much space but never having anything to fill the rooms.Â
the room that you never used and only gathered dust, was now a room for na-yeon to sleep in. the pantry you had, now had a variety of different snacks; some were na-yeonâs, some were yours, some were his and some were for all of you to share. it was a nice touch. it made you feel more at home.
gyeong-seok was more grateful than ever for your soul. you were so kind and sweet to him, offering him and his daughter a nicer place to stay, and helping him with his daughterâs treatments, even if the two of you have only been going out for a year and a half. it meant a lot to him. he didnât think heâd ever find someone who would accept him, flaws and all, problems and all. there was absolutely no doubt in his heart that you were the right person for him, which is why he worries about you sometimes.
he worries that, behind your kindness, behind your soft exterior, was someone who just wanted to be treated the same way.
sure, you were open to him. told him your problems, your issues and whatnot, but they were always just the lighter ones. he didnât know if you were simply an unproblematic personâor if you still hesitate to share your feelings, even with him.
there would be times when your whole mood would change. but it was never anything drastic. just you being quiet. so quiet. with a blank expression on your face like you were thinking of something, something that was bothering you. that bothered him. he never forced you to do anything, let alone tell him anything, so to help you open up, heâd do small things like.. sharing his problems, telling you stories, his insecurities, his desires, his wishes.
but every time he thinks youâre about to tell him whatâs on your mind, itâs like you get reminded of something and quickly change the topic and the expression on your face.
gyeong-seok had a feeling that this night was one of those many.
he glances up at the clock, which reads 6:58 PM. he reaches for his phone on the coffee table, pressing the power button to see no new messages from you. you told him earlier this morning that youâd be home by 7:00, and youâd send him an update-text beforehand. but you didnât. did your phone die? what happened?
his finger reached up to hover on the call button.
should he call you?
maybe youâd think of him as clingy if he did. he is clingy, but he doesnât want to annoy you because of it, especially when youâre visiting your family. you wanted to bring him with you at first, wanted to introduce him to your parents and your cousins. it would be a great step forward in what you have together, but for some reason, you didnât. he didnât think much of it. he just figured that maybe it was too early to have that leapâtoo early for you. thatâs all he cared about. ever since the two of you started dating, he made it clear that you would do things at your own pace. not his. he wanted to make you feel loved and cared for, especially with this being your first serious relationship.
he was snapped out of his little thought bubble when he heard the sound of muffled keys rattling outside the door. that was probably you, he thought. a smile faded into his lips. oh, he couldnât wait to see you. every night, he always waited to see you. he stood up from the sofa, walking behind it and towards the door to greet you.
when the door opened, you were soaking wet from the rain.
his smile immediately faded into a look of concern.
âoh, honey..â he quickly took your hand and pulled you inside, closing the door behind you and clicking the lock. âdid you not bring an umbrella, what happened?â
âi left it behind,â you murmured, your voice stoic.
he frowned, taking your shoulder bag and laying it down on the floor next to you. âyou should take a shower, darling, you must be..â his hands ran up your arms, you feel the warmth of it through the sleeves of your top, âcold..â he says.
your gaze dropped to the floor. all you wanted to do was crawl onto your bed and sleep like a baby all night. today was a long dayâand he could tell. but he didnât know exactly if this was just you being stressed over taking a vacation leave from your job or if it was something else entirely.
âhave you eaten dinner?â you spoke up, your breathing was unsteady.
he shook his head. âno, i was waiting for your message in case you wanted anythingââ he glanced into your eyes, brushing over the strands of your hair that clung to your forehead, âbut donât worry, na-yeon already had her dinner. her mother took care of it.â
you simply nod, mustering a weak smile, stumbling your way forward. he was going to catch you when he watched you take another step forward. it must be the cold affecting you. he went to your side, his hand on your waist as he guided you forward.
âare you heading to the bathroom?â
âmhm..â
âiâll get you a towel and some warm clothes, then.â
âthank you..â
he glanced at you, but you seemed to have your mind on something else. there it was again, he said to himself. something was bothering you.
you made your way to the shower while your lover busied himself with finding clothes for you to wear. you start to feel your body grow heavy. a fever is imminent. you start to unbutton your top, starting from the highest button.
the sound of the door knob twisting behind you made you jump, turning around to see it was just gyeong-seok carrying the garments and towel he promised you. he looked up at your startled face, chuckling softly. âitâs just me, honey..â he said, placing them on the sink counter. you let out a sigh of relief, going back to unbuttoning your clothes under the warm light of the bathroom.
he watched you struggle before walking over to help you.
âdo you want some help?â his tone was calm and reassuring.
you nodded. his hands came up to replace where yours were, his gaze met yours. he still seemed hesitant to take your top off, just like when the two of you slept together for the first time. you found it adorable, how gentle and caring he was with you.
a smile formed on your lips as you rested your palms on his hands as a way to tell him that youâre okay with it.
gyeong-seok leaned forward to place a shy kiss on your knuckle after which he began to undo your shirt. he was careful, up until the very last button. then, he slowly pushes your arms back to pull your shirt down. your breath became a little more unsteady as you avoided his gaze, avoided looking at your body in the mirror. once your shirt was off, leaving you in your brassier, he tossed it over his shoulder and went down to kneel in front of you. you were thankful that he didnât pay much attention to your bare torso.
you took a deep breath, which made him look up at you.
âis this okay..? can i take this off?â
you hesitated. âi.. uh..â
he could tell that you wanted to tell him something, your lips parted as you thought of the next words that were going to come out of your mouth.
âdo you want me to turn arouââ
âdid i gain weight?â
he suddenly stopped. a bit dumbfounded by your question. he just stared at you at first, processing the situation. maybe this was your way of opening up.
âdid someone.. say something like that to you?â he asked gently and for a moment, you actually felt the seams of your interior start to fray. sniffling, your vision began to blur. the familiar sting of unshed tears welled in your eyes.
gyeong-seokâs expression softened when he realised what was happening. he quickly got up from his knees and cupped your face. âoh, angel..â he cooed. you feel your throat constricting, like you couldnât breath, âyouâre okay.. iâm here.â the memories were all coming back to you. you were glad that you chose not to bring your lover with you to that stupid gathering, but a part of you was regretting that visit altogether.
his hand trailed down your cheek to rub your arm.
âdarling.. talk to me.â
you wanted to. but how would you even say it?
the words. they played on loop in your mind, like a broken record stuck on the cruelest parts. the glances, the hushed whispers, the sharp-tongued comments. the way they picked apart your outfit.
âdid you gain weight? you look a lot fuller than before.â
gyeong-seok tries to get you to look at him, his fingers tilting your face to him but it was like you were in a daze. your tears spilled over your lashes. he feels his heart clench, gosh, he hasnât seen you like this before.
you shook your head, trying to get rid of itâto not let it get to you. you were letting yourself go before you even got marriedâthat you were never gonna get married. no one was gonna marry someone like you. and in the blink of an eye, you were back to being 13 and picking at your skin in the mirror.
who am i if not kind?
that was your only redeeming quality. your kindness. everything else, you thought, were unreformable. your face, it was too wide. your stomach, too much was spilling. your eyes looked wider than an owlâs. how could you ever not let it get to you, when a nagging thought followed behind?
âdarling, hey.. can you hear me?â his voice was ever so calm.
what if gyeong-seok thinks of you the same way? Â it made your left hand reach over to your right arm, your nails digging into your skin. the idea seemed to claw its way deep into your head.
âhey.. hey, donât do thatââ he tries to brush your hand away, but it just came up to pinch another spot, âstop that. youâll hurt yourself.â
what if heâs just with you out of convenience? what if he only wants your kindness, not you? it made you sick, like you wanted to throw upâthrow up everything you ever ate. maybe then youâll learn to lose a couple pounds.
your sobs became louder, your fingers clenched around your wrist. you wanted to rip your body apart, reshape every edge, then sew yourself togetherâso tightly that nothing would spill over. gyeong-seok pulls your hand away from your arm, placing it on his shoulder instead. his hands were warm, steadyâone resting on your back, the other cupping your face. you wanted to say something, but the words tangled in your throat.
âif you need to pinch something, pinch me, alright?â he said, in a firm yet loving manner. he didnât want you to hurt yourself. whatever your past was, whatever was going through your head at this moment, he was determined to stay by your side.
with your eyes too wet to see, you simply closed them, allowing your head to fall forward on his shoulders as your sobs began to break free. you were shaking. he wasnât sure if it was from the cold or from your crying. either way, he wasnât gonna let you go anytime soon, but he also knew that you needed to take a warm shower. any time later and youâd catch a fever, that is, if you donât already have one.
âdarling..â he murmured, pressing a soft kiss onto your hair, âdo you want to talk about it?â
you barely moved your head, just enough to say no. the weight of it all was still heavy for youâyou needed time to calm down and collect yourself so you could tell him properly. so that he could understand.
âyeah. thatâs alright..â he brushed your soaked hair back, âbut.. you might need a shower, though. can you do that for me? a warm shower might help to clear your thoughts,â he says, making you pull your head back from his shoulder. he smiled. even with your face all flushed from sobbing, your eyes red and your cheeks stained with tears, you were still so beautiful to him.
âokay..â you responded, your voice sounding hoarse and dry. yeah, you were definitely going to get sick. gyeong-seok didnât seem to mind though, that meant heâd have an excuse to look after you and spend time with you.
he nods, âgreat, iâll get the water going. you can take your trousers and undergarments off while iâm at it, yeah?â he leaned forward, kissing your forehead before stepping towards the shower.
he turned the shower knob to the right, adjusting the temperature with his fingers.
you watch him from behind, taking your bra and then your trousers off but leaving your panties. you didnât want to be.. fully naked in front of him. not right now anyway. you were still a little overwhelmed. stepping into the shower with him, he feels your cold presence which made him turn around. âis this a good tempâ?â he asked, carefully taking your hand and pointing the tip of your index finger to the water.
you nodded, smiling weakly at your lover.
âokay, iâll leave you to it then.â
gyeong-seok gave you a gentle peck on your hair, running his fingers through before making his way out of the shower, unexpectedly being stopped by you grabbing onto his arm. his eyes landed on yours, an eyebrow raised.
âplease.. stay..â
his brows furrowed, a bit puzzled at your words. did you.. mean what he thought you meant? âiâm not going anywhere, honey. iâm just going to the kitchen, if thatâs what you meantââ he turned his body around, his hand taking yours that was on his arm to interlace your fingers together. âis it?â
ân.. no,â you sighed, your lips still quivering a bit.
he tilted his head to the side. âdo you want to shower together?â
your eyes met his, as if to say yes, but he needed more than that. he needed your word. âi need to hear you, is that a yes?â he asked, squeezing your hand ever so slightly. you look down at the tile flooring, nodding your head, ây.. yes. please.â
âof course. all you had to do was ask, sweetheart.â
with that, he closed the shower door behind him and tucked a strand behind your ear. âgosh, youâre beautiful..â he smiled, he couldnât help it. if he could, heâd just pamper you with compliments all day. actually, maybe he will try that some day.
you mindlessly pull his hand up, your lips pressing softly on top. gyeong-seok just stood there dumbfounded for a second, shaking his head. âohh.. you,â he didnât get a chance to do anything in return as he watched you take a step back, your eyes fluttering close while the warm stream of water hit your back. you got startled at first, before you realised it was warm.
âitâs warm, remember?â gyeong-seok chuckled. you open your eyes to see him pull his shirt off over his head. youâve seen him without a shirt multiple times before, but never in this lighting. never under the dim orange lighting, with the glass wall of your shower all fogged up.
his broad shoulders, his biceps that you loved to snuggle up to in bed. his muscles that werenât overly defined, but you knew could effortlessly carry you if he wanted to. then your eyes travelled to his chest, toned but not exaggerated. he was beautiful too. you wondered if he knew that.
lucky for you, he hadnât noticed you staring, having been too preoccupied with unbuttoning his jeans. once he did, he looked up at you once again, like he was asking if it was alright with you.
âyou know that weâve slept together before, right?â
there it was. your silly attitude that he loved so much. âi know. i just want to make sure that youâre okay with someone stripping in front of you.â
âthat someone is my lover,â you corrected him, âif anything, i want to see you like this.â
âoh? you do?â a cheeky smirk made its way to his lips as he pulled off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, âthatâs something.â
you let out a soft laugh, making him glance up at you. your mood seemed to be improving, that was good. he needs to keep you like that. âyou know,â he started lowering his jeans down, the burgundy coloured garter of his boxers coming into view, âif i didnât know any better, iâd say you were ogling.â
your eyes slightly narrowing, you crossed your arms. âi was not ogling,â oh, you most definitely were now. gaze tracing his pants, the way he was sliding it down. lower, and lower. letting out a shaky breath, you closed your eyes for a second. calm down.
âuh huh, right..â he teased, tossing his trousers up his shoulder. his arm reached out to push the shower door open.
âwhere are you going?â
a soft laugh escaped his lips. âiâm gonna go get a towel, honey. âwonât be long,â he reassured you, giving you a gentle smile before stepping out.
you stare blankly at where he was for a moment, letting out a breath you didnât know you were holding. you scoffed. wonât be long.. wonât be longâhe was teasing you, like a father soothing his child on the first day of school. you turned around, leaning forward into the steam to allow the water to wash over you completely.Â
the warmth soaked your skin as your mind began to wander back to that house. no. you werenât gonna let it bother you all night. what were you thinking of anywayâvisiting? never again. at least, not alone anyways.
your arms loosened, falling to your side. you turn your head up, feeling the light tickle of the shower stream on your face. you tried thinking of something else, anything else. your thoughts drifted to something.. different, almost involuntarily. the image of your lover, hands gently loosening his trousers, that stupid coloured garter. you tried to shake the thought away, but it clung to you like hair stuck to your forehead when you got a little.. too.. hot.
finding your hands trailing down your stomach, you try to ignore the part of your head that was reminding you of your visit earlier. you imagined it was his, it was him touching you like this. you could get him to do that, but he was taking too long with that damn towel.
you open your eyes, looking down at your hand. where it was. just below your stomach. gosh. the things this man made you do, and he didnât even put his hands on you. a sigh through your lips as you leaned your head back, suddenly feeling warm skin behind you.
âoh, what the hellââ you jumped, turning around to see it was just gyeong-seok, his arms up with a look in his face that you could already tell was regretting sneaking up on you like that.
he swallowed. âiâm sorry! i didnât mean to.. iâ.. you were.. in the middle of somethingâŠâ he explained, but you just chuckled, âi didnât want to interrupt but you said you wanted a shower together.â
a smile played on your lips, shaking your head as you pulled him by his hands closer to you, his hair slowly getting soaked. âyou didnât interrupt.. trust me.â
his eyes remained locked on yours, a gentle curl on the edges of his lips. you watched as a bead of water pooled in the dip of his collarbone; slowly did it overflow, eventually trickling down his midriff. this time, he definitely caught you staring.
you feel his index finger pointed to your chin, tilting your head up. âeyes up here,â he said, his joke catching you off guard. a scoff came out of you as you gently pushed him away. âyou ruined the moment..â
âoh, iâm sorry.â
âno.. donât apologise.â
â.. okay.â
gyeong-seok hummed a quiet laugh as he stepped forward again, his arms pulling you towards him. âbetter?â
you narrowed your eyes.
âbetter.â
now it was his turn to scoff, making you smile even moreâone might even say you were beaming at him. he tucked a loose, wet strand of hair away from your cheek, cupping your face with one hand. âyou realise how beautiful you are, right?â
you closed your eyes. âalright, donât start pampering me with good words now. iâm not in the mood for that.â
his eyebrows raised.
âthen what mood are you in?â
you look up at him. does he know what heâs doing? breath hitching, your lips parted as you tilted your head to the side.. slowly, your palm pressed to his chest, you leaned in to close the space between you. when your lips met his, it felt soft as ever. making him use a chapstick paid off, you thought.
he felt a bit hesitant at first, not sure where this was going. when you slightly push yourself against him though, that was the hint he was waiting for.
oh. thatâs what she wants.
a hand coming up to the back of your neck, he pulled you closer, his lips finally moving against you in a rhythm that nearly felt addictive. he pulled away for a moment, eyes meeting yours only to kiss you even more under the warm stream of water. you had no idea if it was the steam getting to you, but you felt a lot hotter.
you stumble, your back hitting the cold tile wall of the shower, before your head could do the sameâthe hand on your neck went up to cushion the hit. you smile against his lips which made him ease away, his face slightly pink. he looked so adorable, with his hair dripping looking like a lost puppy for you.
ââyou okay..?â
âmhm..â you hummed, nodding your head.
he returned your smile. instead of going back to your lips however, you feel him nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. his breath warm, you exhaled slowly as he places a kiss on your skin. then another. and another.
your hands found themselves holding onto his shoulder, not wanting him to go anywhere.
âso beautiful.. so sweetâŠâ you hear him murmur against your neck.
his kisses were nothing but soft.. yet needyânot once did you feel him suck, like leaving a hickey. he was being so gentle with you. he switches his head to the other side, making your eyes flutter close as he peppers that side with more kisses.
his other hand travelled down your shoulder to your stomach, tracing circles before making its way to the supple curve of your breasts. he squeezed gently, dragging out a whimper from you.
âiâve barely done anything, sweetheart..â he teased.
your scrunch up your face in frustration. âyou know what youâreâ...â you cut yourself off as you watch him leave kisses in his wake until he reached your breast. he stuck his tongue out at the peak, taking it in his mouth and swirling it around. you looked away, trying to bite back a moan but failed miserably.
âhm..â gyeong-seok hummed.
then, you feel his mouth leaving your tit. you whine at the lost contact, your eyes blinking open. you see him slowly kneel down in front of you, kissing your stomach, your lower abdomen before reaching your panties.
right. you havenât taken them off yet. at first, you just simply didnât want to, now you were glad you chose not to so he could remove it for you. and remove it, he did. hooking his fingers under the band before pulling it down to your ankles. you raised your leg up slightly, one after the other, making it easier for him to discard it on the floor next to him. âwhyâd you keep it on..?â he asked, his tone ever so sweet.
you tried to speak but no words came out of you. not right now, not when heâs in front of you like this. kneeling, on the hard tile floor just for you. you simply stare, no, ogle him as he leaned forward to press a kiss on your folds.
lips parted yet again, you tried to tear your gaze but you couldnât. he parted you down under with his tongue, dragging it to that small bundle of nerves, his saliva mixing with the shower water and your slick. you shifted above him, moving your pussy on the bridge of his nose. âoh.. fuck. sorry..â you cursed, reaching down to brush his hair back, ây-you look so⊠handsome..â
âonly for you, darling,â he said. his hand reached up to rub your wrist, âdo pull on it if you want, dear. yeah?â
you feel a daze coming over you, your heart pounding in your chest as you try to keep your cool. âah.. uh huh.. s-sure.â he gently squeezed your hand, guiding it to his scalp before settling his own on either of your thighs, spreading it. you followed, slowly sliding your feet to spread yourself.
he leaned forward, gathering spit on his tongue before licking you up. you hissed, your fingers curling around his hair. âoh.. go-od..â you moaned.
he closed his eyes as he took your clit in his mouth, eating you out like it was his dinner for the night. his tongue moving in a circular motionâburying himself further, you feel him protruding your slit. you let out a soft gasp.
âo-ohâbaby.. s.. uhh.. mm..â you whine, your hips jerking forward which made him press you back on the wall to get you to stop moving. he pulled away for a moment, his eyes meeting yours with his chin shiny from the mix of spit and slick.
âare you okay? was that okay..?â he asked, his thumb soothing over the bone of your hips.
you nod, combing his hair back.
âi need to hear you, honey.âÂ
you swallowed. ây-yes.. it.. it felt good.â
âmay i do it again?â
âplease..â
you didnât need to tell him again before he dove back in. you looked up at the ceiling above you, closing your eyes again as you felt his tongue in you. a breathy moan escaped your lips, then one a pitch higher when his nose brushed hard against you. he was lapping at you like heâd been craving you for days. your walls clenching around his tongue, making him flick his tongue up your clit. it was no surprise when soon you felt a knot forming in your stomach. one that was no stranger to you.
you feel yourself arch instinctively, trying out his name on your lips again. a warning, perhaps, but it didnât really matter as the second one came out broken. caught in a moan as you ground yourself by gripping his hair tighter. that heat. it builds up fast. fast and sharp, you can almost feel it pooling in you. you didnât even know how long it has been, probably not even that long before your body tenses as you gave in.
slowly opening your eyes, you glanced down at him, but he was already looking at you. he gently withdrew, pressing soft kisses on your folds. âwhat a sight..â he murmured, a lazy yet satisfied smirk curling at his lips as you feel his thumb rubbing on the skin of your thigh.
your eyes narrowed a bit, breath hitching with your lips parting as you let out a weak whine from the lack of him down there. still feeling that fluttering feeling inside your stomach, your hand ran through his hair again as he started peppering kisses up your body.
a soft noise, nearly a whimper, from you when he reached your collarbones. now that he was standing straight in front of you, he gently took hold of your palm. âwhat is it, darling?âÂ
you shook your head.
âno. donât be like that, tell me what you want to do. iâm here, and i wonât do anything until you tell me to,â he squeezed softly, placing a firm kiss on your knuckles, âdo you understand that, honey?â
you let your head fall forward on his shoulder, closing your eyes.
âi just.. reallyâi need..â you stumble over your own words despite neither of you being in a hurry. he hushed you, pulling you in a hug. âoh, shh.. youâre okay. i know, and i got you.â
those were all you needed to hear to know that no matter what words spew from others, heâd always be there for you. his sweet little angel. also you probably should turn that water off. bills arenât cheap!
a/n 2 ⊠hihihiii!! i hope u enjoyed that fic. im sorry it took so long for me to finish and publish this. i know this might be a downer note or something but i got SAâd a while ago and have been having a hard time trying to finish or process anything thatâs.. you know. sexual. i was gonna go deeper with this fic but i really couldnât, i hope u guys understand :â) anyway, have a great day!! <3
also im like lowkey on a lewis pullman grind lately thanks to thunderbolts*. if ur also on that train, hmu w some requests! not smut preferably. im already working on some fluff though :D
the both of you tell na-yeon that she will be an older sister
youâve always been healthy, rarely catching a cold, never needing more than a day to shake off any sickness. lately, something has felt different.
all exhaustion has lingered in your bones, nausea creeps up at the worst times, and dizziness makes the world tilt when you stand too fast.
at first, you chalk it up to stress, maybe even something viral, but when the symptoms persist, you finally go to the doctor.
the moment they tell you, your mind blanks. pregnant.
the word feels too big, too surreal. you sit there, wide-eyed, hands pressing against your stomach as if waiting to feel something different.
the doctor hands you a list of prenatals, recommends rest, but all you can think about is how youâre going to tell gyeong-seok.
heâs been through so much already. raising na-yeon alone, watching her fight through cancer, standing by her side every second of the way.
you came into their lives when na-yeon was still healing, still learning how to be a child after spending so much of her early years in hospital rooms.
now, after two and a half years of loving both of them with all your heart, youâre carrying another piece of this family inside of you.
when you finally tell gyeong-seok, your heart pounds in your chest. you donât know how heâll react, if heâs even thought about having more children.
the moment the words leave your lips, his eyes widen before softening, hands reaching out to hold your face.
âweâre having a baby?â he asks, voice thick with emotion.
you nod, swallowing hard.
âwe are.â
the man's smile is slow, warm, overwhelming. then he laughs, shaking his head in disbelief.
âi never thought⊠i thought na-yeon would be my only child.â his hands drop to your stomach, hesitant but tender.
âbut now we get to do this together.â
tears burn at your eyes as he presses his forehead against yours. this is real. this is happening.
the two of you decide to tell na-yeon in the sweetest way possible... a cake! ever since she got treated for her cancer, from the long months of treatment that took away so many normal childhood joys, sheâs been obsessed with desserts.
every time she gets to have something sweet, her entire face lights up, as if making up for all the times she couldnât.
the cake is simple but meaningful. on the top, in soft pink frosting, the words read: youâre going to be a big sister!
na-yeon, now four years old, claps her hands excitedly when she sees the cake, but her little brow furrows as she tries to read the words.
âwhatâs it say?â she asks, looking between you and gyeong-seok.
you kneel in front of her, taking her small hands in yours.
âit says youâre going to be a big sister, na-yeon.â
the little girl's eyes widen, round and filled with wonder.
âa big sister?â
you nod, biting back the lump in your throat.
âyouâre going to have a baby brother or sister.â
for a second, she just stares at you, processing. suddenly, her entire face breaks into the biggest smile youâve ever seen. she throws herself at you, wrapping her little arms around your legs, holding on so tightly it nearly knocks you off balance.
your heart nearly bursts.
sheâs happy. sheâs really happy.
you bend down, lifting her up into your arms, pressing kisses to her cheeks as she giggles. her small hands cup your face before she pulls back just enough to look at you.
âwhat are you gonna name it, momma?â
the word stops you in your tracks.
momma.
sheâs never called you that before. youâve never expected her to, never wanted to push her into something she wasnât ready for. here she is, looking at you with those trusting, loving eyes, calling you the one thing you never realized you were waiting to hear.
your arms tighten around her as tears slip down your cheeks.
âweâll pick a name together, baby,â you whisper.
gyeong-seok steps forward, wrapping his arms around both of you, kissing the top of na-yeonâs head before resting his forehead against yours.
synopsis: your step-daughter falls in love a new furry friend
mostly platonic family park na-yeon x f!reader
requested <3
you and your stepdaughter na-yeon, the energetic four-year-old with a cutesy smile that lights up any room, head to a local animal shelter one sunny afternoon.
the girl's tiny hand grips your soft ones tightly as she practically bounces with excitement, her eyes wide at the sight of so many animals.
as you walk into the shelter, the place is full of barks, meows, and wagging tails, but na-yeonâs heart is stolen by the dogs.
she toddles from cage to cage, giggling as floppy-eared puppies lick her fingers through the bars.
one puppy, a fluffy scruffy little guy, keeps her attention the longest. from the paper attached to the cage, the puppy is three months old and it is a poodle and shih tzu mix.
your step-daughter names it âfluffyâ on the spot, since it is. also, she declares it her best friend.
na-yeon canât stop talking about fluffy on the way home, her high-pitched voice filling the car with stories about how soft its fur was and how it âsmiledâ at her.
she begs you to convince her dad to let her have the puppy. you see the spark in her eyes, a joy thatâs been rare since her long battle with cancer that thankfully was won by na-yeon months ago, and you promise to talk to him.
na-yeon claps her hands, already planning where fluffy will sleep (right next to her, obviously).
when you bring up the puppy idea, gyeong-seok crosses his arms, his brow furrowing in that classic dad way.
he launches into a lecture about na-yeon having responsibility. the feeding, walking, training, vet visits, the works.
âsheâs only four, y/n,â he says, shaking his head.
âa puppyâs a big commitment. what if she loses interest?â
you listen patiently, knowing heâs just being protective, his love for na-yeon making him cautious. however, you canât help noticing the worry lines on his face, the ones that were deepened during na-yeonâs sickness.
later that evening, after na-yeonâs tucked into bed, you sit gyeong-seok down with a cup of tea.
you gently remind him how much na-yeon has been through with the hospital stays, treatments, and the fear that clung to her tiny frame. you point out how her face lit up at the shelter, how she laughed in a way you havenât heard in months.
âa puppy could be good for her,â you say softly, âsomething to care for, to keep her company when things feel heavy. it might help her heal emotionally from the trauma, even just a little.â
gyeong-seokâs eyes soften, and after a long pause, he nods.
âyouâre right,â he murmurs, squeezing your hand.
âletâs do it.â
three days later, you and gyeong-seok plan the perfect surprise.
you pick up the puppy, or 'fluffy', from the shelter, its little tail wagging furiously. at home, you hide the puppy in a cozy blanket-lined box while gyeong-seok distracts na-yeon with a game.
when you call her over and lift the lid, fluffy pops out, and na-yeonâs squeal could probably be heard from the next street over.
your daughter's eyes are huge, sparkling with pure joy, but sheâs surprisingly gentle, kneeling down to let the puppy sniff her hand.
âfluffy!â she whispers, giggling as it licks her face.
she hugs you and gyeong-seok, babbling about how fluffy is âher puppy forever.â
na-yeon takes her new role as puppy parent seriously, toddling after fluffy with a tiny leash you bought her.
gyeong-seok, despite his earlier grumbling, melts every time he sees na-yeon and fluffy curled up together, her reading picture books to the puppy like it understands.
you catch him sneaking treats to fluffy when he thinks youâre not looking, proving heâs just as smitten.
gyeong-seok and you are peaceful knowing that this little furball has brought a new kind of warmth to your home, helping na-yeonâs heart heal slowly yet fully.
one of the best ways to relieve some stress, according to your partner
warnings: smut!!! minors do not interact, 18+! oral (reader receiving), vulgar dialogue, praise
you're sprawled on the couch, laptop balanced on your thighs, papers scattered like fallen leaves across the coffee table. your head throbs, a dull ache from hours of staring at lecture slides and work emails.
at 25, you thought going back to college would be empowering, but the weight of deadlines and shifts at your job has you fraying at the edges.
your fingers hover over the keyboard, frozen, when you hear the soft click of the apartment door.
gyeong-seok steps in, his presence like a warm current cutting through the chill of your stress. the man's dark hair is slightly mussed from the evening breeze, and his eyes, sharp yet tender, lock onto you.
heâs always had this way of seeing through you, peeling back the layers you try to hide. he sets his keys down quietly, his movements deliberate, as if heâs already decided something.
âyou look like youâre carrying the world,â he says, voice low, a gentle rumble that makes your chest loosen just a fraction.
you try to laugh, but it comes out brittle.
âjust the usual,â you mutter, rubbing your temples.
âwork, classes, the whole mess.â he crosses the room, his tall frame moving with that quiet grace youâve always envied.
he kneels beside the couch, his hand finding yours, fingers warm and steady.
âyouâve been running on empty sweetheart,â he says, thumb tracing slow circles over your knuckles.
âlet me take care of you tonight.â
thereâs no rush in his words, no demand... it is just an offer wrapped in softness. your breath catches, a flicker of warmth sparking beneath the exhaustion.
you nod, too tired to protest, and he smiles, small but genuine, like heâs been waiting for your surrender.
he stands, guiding you gently to your feet, his hand at the small of your back as he leads you to the bedroom.
the world feels quieter already, the stress muted by his steady presence.
he sits you on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight. the room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting shadows that dance across his face.
he kneels again, this time between your legs, his hands resting lightly on your thighs.
âbreathe for me,â he murmurs, his voice a velvet anchor.
you inhale shakily, exhale, and he nods, approval in his eyes.
âgood girl. just focus on me.â
gyeong-seok's fingers slide under the hem of your sweatshirt, lifting it slowly, giving you time to stop him if you want.
you donât.
the fabric slips over your head, leaving you in your bra and joggers, skin prickling in the cool air. your fiance's hands are warm as they trace your sides, slow and reverent, like heâs memorizing every curve.
âyouâre so tense,â he says, almost to himself, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through the lace.
your breath hitches, and he pauses, eyes flicking up to yours, checking.
âokay?â he asks, and you nod, heat pooling low in your belly.
he unhooks your bra with practiced ease, letting it fall away, and his gaze lingers, appreciative but not possessive. gyeong-seok's hands cup your breasts briefly, thumbs grazing your nipples, sending a shiver through you.
he doesnât linger there. instead, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your black joggers, tugging gently.
âlift,â he says, and you do, letting him peel them off along with your panties in one smooth motion.
youâre bare now, vulnerable, but his touch is so steady, so careful, that you feel safe.
he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, soft and fleeting, then another, higher, his breath warm against your skin.
âiâve got you, love,â he whispers, and you believe him.
your legs part instinctively, and he settles between them, one hand resting on your hip, the other stroking the sensitive skin just above your core.
the man's soft lips brush your thigh again, lingering this time, teeth grazing lightly, and your pulse quickens.
he moves slowly, deliberately, his mouth trailing closer to where youâre already aching.
the first touch of his tongue is featherlight, a tease that makes you gasp. he hums softly, the vibration sending a jolt through you, and then heâs there, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up your center.
your hands fist the sheets, and he pauses, looking up at you.
ârelax,â he says, voice muffled against your skin.
âlet go.â
you try, exhaling shakily as he resumes, his tongue circling your clit with maddening precision. heâs gentle but relentless, alternating between soft flicks and slow, deep licks that make your toes curl.
gyeong-seok's hand on your hip tightens slightly, grounding you, while the other slips beneath, lifting you just enough to give him better access.
the wet heat of his mouth is overwhelming, each stroke unraveling the knot of stress in your chest.
he takes his time, savoring you, his tongue dipping lower to taste your entrance before returning to your clit.
your hips buck, and he murmurs something approving, the sound vibrating against you.
âthatâs it,â he says, lips brushing your folds.
âlet me make you feel good.â his tongue flattens, pressing firmly, and you moan, the sound raw and unfiltered.
he builds a rhythm, steady but not rushed, reading every twitch and gasp to find what makes you unravel.
your hands find his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands, and he groans softly, the sound sending another wave of heat through you.
he sucks gently on your clit, then releases, licking slow circles that push you closer to the edge.
your thighs tremble, and he presses them wider, his shoulders holding you open as he dives deeper, tongue curling in a way that makes you see stars.
the tension in your body snaps, pleasure crashing over you in waves. you cry out, back arching, and he doesnât stop, guiding you through it with soft, steady licks until youâre trembling, oversensitive.
gyeong-seok pulls back slowly, kissing your thigh, your hip, his lips glistening as he looks up at you.
âbetter?â he asks, voice husky but warm.
you nod, breathless, the weight of the world gone for now. you mentally note to return the favor later.
he climbs onto the bed, pulling you into his arms, and you melt against him. you are safe, and feel at peace.
