"Roh Jae-won and His Questionable Girlfriend Pics"
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Characters: Roh Jae-won (Nam-Gyu’s actor from Squid Game) x actress!reader
Genre: romantic comedy(?), public relationship, secondhand embarrassment, chaotic love
Author’s Note: this has been rotting in my drafts for a while so i’m finally posting it 🫠 also i’ll definitely be doing more stuff about jae bc i’m absolutely obsessed with him… that’s it i guess 🙂
requests are open if you wanna send me something!! (pls read my rules first ♡)
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[because every couple has that one person who won’t stop posting cursed photos.]
Headcanons:
• Jae-won is obsessed with taking pictures of you.
In any situation. Slurping ramen, drooling in your sleep, half-done with makeup on set, passed out face-first on the couch after a 14-hour shoot…
“You look gorgeous with that defeated face, babe.”
“DELETE THAT, YOU MENACE!”
He never deletes them.
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• Sometimes, he posts them without warning.
Like that story of you passed out at 3AM, drool on your pillow, captioned:
“Unbothered queen ❤️”
Your Instagram explodes. Fans DM asking for your tutorial on how to look iconic while sleeping like that.
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• The most embarrassing one was when he posted a selfie of you two with a clown filter and didn’t notice.
You only found out when you woke up to 437 notifications.
“BABE!!! I HAVE A CLOWN NOSE IN A 200K LIKES PHOTO!!”
“It’s cute, don’t be dramatic.”
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• He LOVES making crappy photo edits on his phone.
Like putting your face on a dog’s body, or pasting both your heads onto sumo wrestlers.
He even uploaded a story with the caption:
“Couple goals. Starring in our next drama: ‘Fat Lovers Wrestling’”
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• For all his clownery, the spontaneous pics are actually beautiful.
That one he took of you reading your script, hair a mess, biting your pen cap? He posted it with:
“My girl… and the reason I can’t memorize lines properly because I keep staring at her.”
You forgave all the other cursed photos after that.
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• Classic move: he takes pics of you without makeup and swears that’s his favorite version of you.
Even when you’re in a raggedy old pajama set.
“I’m posting this. You look perfect.”
“Like hell you are, Roh Jae-won.”
Spoiler: he posts it.
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• Yes, you’ve fought about it.
There was that one time he filmed you lying on the dressing room floor, dying laughing because someone tripped during a scene.
“DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW!”
“But you look so happy, baby.”
Result: he slept on the couch that night.
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• But deep down, you adore his dumbass way of capturing every moment.
And you always end up laughing at the dumb captions.
“You embarrass me too much, Jae.”
“And you make me too happy to care.”
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📸 • And yes — his phone’s photo album titled “MY CRAZY GIRL™” has over 500 pictures.
Summary: You come home from a long day of work to your husband, Tom Cruise, swimming laps in the pool. He reminds you that even after a rough day at work, you still have him. Everyday.
This was inspired by the pool scene in Oblivion. It's mostly fluff. But this is your reminder to watch Oblivion if you haven't already because it is simply amazing.
The walk to the front door seems extra long today. After you were put through the ringer at work with clients backing out of your movie promotion here and there, the strength you had to get up those steps and into the front door was completely non-existent.
“Tom?” the echo of your voice vibrates off the walls of your two-story beach front home. “I’m home!” you call once more, receiving silence as a response. The sound of your heels clicking on the hardwood floor follows you as you search through the house for your husband. If there was one thing you looked forward to at the end of each day, it was wrapping yourself up in his muscular arms and feeling his heartbeat against your ear. It was a magical melody.
Splashing noises from the back porch catch your attention. There he is, you smile to yourself. As you make your way through the wall of sliding glass, you see Tom swimming laps in the pool. He was training for a new movie, you couldn’t keep track of the name at this point.
His head popped out of the water, his hands coming up to smooth the hair out of his face. “Hello, darling.” he heard as he turned to find you. The shimmering water reflected shades of blue in his emeralds. “There’s my girl,” he smiles, “welcome home, sweetheart. How was your day?” Kneeling at the side of the pool you shrug your shoulders and roll your eyes with a smile trying to leave your bad day at the front door.
Tom places his hands on the side of the pool and pushes himself up to kiss you. “How was your day?” you ask. His world interested you more than anything. It was always exciting even when it wasn’t. “Ya know, it wasn’t that bad. We went over the script again, making some final adjustments and McQ and I walked around town scouting a few locations for where we might want to shoot a couple of scenes. Tomorrow we have a meeting to set everything up in Ontario, where most of the shooting will be done. Are you sure you’re going to be ok without me, darling? We start filming soon, and I know you won’t be able to come to Canada for a couple of months.” The look of genuine concern on Tom’s face makes you giggle with how cute his consideration is. “Of course, I’ll be fine”. Kicking your heels off you sit at the edge and swing your legs over the side of the pool. Tom swims closer to you pulling your legs into him and wrapping his arms around your lower half. “Besides, it will give me something to look forward to,” you say with a wink. Leaning down you place a kiss on top of his head.
Tom places his lips lightly on one of your knees before looking up at you. “Wanna know something I’ve been looking forward to?” Before you could answer him you were already in the pool. Dress and all. He pulled you into him and lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. “This. Everyday.” he responded before kissing you as deeply and passionately as he could. He moved the tiny strands of hair out of your face and stroked from your temple down to your chin with his fingers before smiling and going back in for more.
Before you knew it you were undoing the top of his bathing suit as he removed the panties from under your dress. Tom took the back of your head in his hand and pulled you underwater on top of him. He made love to you as the coastal sun was setting in the sky above. Coming up for air you both are slowly spinning in the water with your foreheads together. Tom’s lips lightly grazing yours.
He turns to see the last of the sun sinking below the ocean and swims to the edge of the pool to take in this moment with you. You wrap your legs around him once again, this time from behind as your head finds its home in the middle of his back. You kiss his shoulder before closing your eyes. This. Everyday. You smile to yourself dripping with water and contentment.
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“Happy Yule Benedict” This is a harry potter/Benedict cross over where Ben is a student at Hogwarts and has a little thing for Luna.
“The Goddess of Light” A Sci-Fi. I don’t even know how to describe this one…Smut
“Loki’s Mixup” Accidentally drinking Loki’s passion potion could lead to some major complications.
“Prince Tom” An AU where you find some interesting things about Tom that you never would have guessed.
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Chapter two… The Escape - You and Khan attempt to escape from the Enterprise.
"Benedict, the Son of Ares” Benedict, a half blood born to the Greek god Ares has a little hard time figuring out his place among his kind.
“Office Lunch” A Chris Evans smut. Chris has come to the office for “lunch”, what does he have in mind?
“A Birthday Walk” Chris and you go on a walk to celebrate his birthday.
“A Hero’s Silver Linings" After nearly 70 years Steve Rogers has awoken in New York City. Will his life be turned upside down or will he be able to adjust to the changing times and the new ways of society.
“That's Enough” A Steve Rogers short reflection fic
"The Ladies and Gentlemen Network” The day Sherlock Holmes was due to depart for exile, the world’s only consulting detective was called back after a message from Moriarty was broadcasted all over London.
“Chris Pine in ‘The Baker’" Trying to bake something without Chris’s help is next to impossible.
"Chris Pine in ‘First Laid Eyes on You’” Fun little fluffy story with Chris and You playing games..
"Chris Pine in ‘Not The Only Actor’” Trying to surprise Chris takes a little planning.
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It’s midnight and you stare at the clock on your desk and sigh. Dropping your pen on the desk, you putt your hands over your face, and let out a little scream of frustration. You were tired, and longed for your bed, and the arms of the love of your life. Not to mention food.
It was the end of the month and your quarterly reports were due for your department. You were a Global Services Coordinator for a large company, and the Team Lead for your department. It didn’t always feel like you were, when your own boss would leave their work for you to do. So, everyone in your department looked to you for guidance. But to be honest, your boss never actually kept up with the weekly reports, and it was your job to gather the data every quarter so that your team didn’t get into trouble.
So, to prevent this, you had a little meeting with your team, a system was developed to where everyone kept track, and at the end of the week, it would be entered. This made the job a little easier, but there was still a lot to enter. Not to mention your boyfriend had come into town, and you felt awful for not meeting him at that airport to greet him.
The entire day you would stare at your phone at the encouraging texts, with smiley face emojis, xoxoxxx messages, and a adorable gif he made, of him blowing you a kiss. Your phone buzzes, and you part your hands, to see another message from him.
RICHARD: {You can do this sweetheart. Just think of me, at home waiting for you. XXX (Smiley face ) }
So you pick up your phone and reply…
YOU: {That is the only thing keeping me going. If I quit my job, would you hold that against me?} SEND
RICHARD: {Go ahead if you are truly unhappy there. I know that you are a very independent woman, but I can’t help but to admit that I would love nothing more than to take care of you.}
You smile at his message, and start to type a reply, but then another message from him pops up.
RICHARD: {Also, the only thing I would hold against you is….me. And seeing that I haven’t touched you in months, I can’t wait for you to come home. (Winkey face & heart emoji)
You immediately blush, and erase the text you were typing, to reply back to him.
YOU: {Omg, please don’t say that. Not while I am here, I just might say fuck these reports, and jump in an Uber and come home.} SEND
RICHARD: {Please do, so that I can…fuck you.}
You let out a soft scream, and giggle to yourself.
It’s almost been a year since you’ve been a couple and dating an actor wasn’t easy. He was away for weeks at a time, and with other beautiful woman, who made you look like trash, but he always found a way to let you know that you were the most beautiful woman to him. He called you every morning, to leave a sweet message for you when you woke, and he would wake up in the middle of the night to just talk to you when he knew it was day time for you in the States.
Your birthday had recently passed, and he was upset that he couldn’t make it. Fearful really. A side of him you never saw. He called you, in a panic state, apologizing that he couldn’t leave, or arrange for you to come to him, due to his schedule in Berlin. He begged you to forgive him, and to not give up on him or the relationship. Due to his job, he was always so careful with relationships. He tended to take it easy, and not get too serious. He learned that when he was serious about a woman, they would move in together, she would get tired of him being away, and she would leave him. So, missing your birthday was the moment he thought he would lose you. So to prevent that, you were sent flowers in the morning before you left for work, a personal chef to cook you breakfast, lunch and dinner, a personal shopper, with Richards credit card to treat yourself to whatever you wants, PLUS when you were at work, your entire office was covered in balloons, chocolates, flowers, and a GIANT, GIANT brown teddy bear that took two of your male co-workers to get down into the Uber when you left for home. Then the poor driver had to get it out of the car.
This time, he had come home from shooting Berlin Station, and he didn’t waste time getting on a plane. He scheduled it ahead of time, and said nothing, and no one was going to stop him from seeing you again. He told his assistant not to bother him unless it was a 911 situation. He wanted nothing to distract him from you, and he meant it. Richard could show such devotion and attention to you it was scary.
4 hours later, your reports were done, turned in, and everyone was saying goodbye in the parking lot. They wanted to go out and go to one of the 24 hr bars, but you wanted to go home. So you did, and wished them a goodnight. 20 minutes later, you get to your apartment block, grab the keys out of your bag and climb the stairs by two. You walk into the apartment and directly make a beeline to the bathroom to freshen up. As you push open the bedroom door, you see Richard a sleep on top of the covers. Legs crossed at the ankles, one arm over his stomach the other behind his head, and he was still sitting up against the headboard, with pillows behind his back. Your shared golden retriever Loki was lying near him, and was too sleepy to fully greet you, but his tail swayed and tapped on the bed. The glow of the low volume TV filled the room. You place your bag down, and go into the bathroom, and close the door.
The water splashed over your skin as it clings and crawls down. Slowly, it carries away the evidence of today's hard work, leaving you raw and exposed for the night to come. You battle up with the fresh sent of honey and pomegranate. The body wash felt cold but refreshing against your skin, the strong sent consumed your sense. The heat of the water was pleasant, and you knew that you could stay in here all night, but you couldn’t. You would much rather your bed, and your man.
Once washed, you step out of the shower and dry your body off. You walked towards your open bedroom and when you poked your head out, you still see that Richard is asleep. You didn’t want to wake him, and it wasn’t fair to when he traveled so far. You would have tomorrow, and tonight you would let him rest. So, you step out, and make your way to the dresser, and you allow the towel to drop on the floor. The cold air of the room chills your skin, but you love the sensation. The air allowed your body wash to flow around you, and the scent of honey and pomegranate hits you. So, you smell your wrist and indulge yourself for a moment. God you loved that body wash. So did Richard. It was his favorite.
You never heard the bed, nor the feet on the ground, but you immediately felt the hold of hands on your waist. A hard body pressed against your back, and a fully hard groan pressed against your ass. Richard had gotten up and started kissing your neck, as he moved your wet hair over to one shoulder. His hands exploring the curves of your newly washed flesh. His right hand slipped up the curve of your waist, over your toned stomach, and up to your breast. He took one fully and squeezed.
You felt his lips at your ear.
“I missed you sweetheart.” He said. He was always so loving and gentle with you. He may seem sweet in front of others, and the camera, and he really was. But when he was alone with you, his dominate, side always showed. He was protective, assertive, and god was he an animal in bed. Naughty and sweet. Just how you like it.
“I missed you too baby.” You said with a sigh, leaning back into his arms, enjoying the caress of his hands on your body. You slowly turn to face him, your head fully tilted up to meet his gaze. The blue eyes of a sex god stared back at you. His pink lips were welcoming and exciting.
You both fall silent. The clock ticks and hearts beat in double time. The heat of his breath and skin against your s contrasts against the cold of the bedroom. You’re not sure exactly when it happened, or how but there wasn’t a gap between your bodies anymore. You weren’t sure of who started it. You weren’t sure where you were or what day it was. Were you still awake or dreaming, but all you knew and cared about was that you were kissing Richard Armitage. Feeling pure ecstasy under his lips, his hands, his voice, his scent, his body. He kissed your neck and your eyes flutter shut. Your breathing hitches in your throat. He stares at you as he leans in. Your mind is saying to stop but your body isn't responding nor is your mouth moving. You were tired but you wanted him badly.
His lips slightly brush yours. You couldn’t take it anymore and you crash your lips onto his. He moans just like you do. Pleasure is taking over your body. He pushes you up under your thighs so your legs are wrapped around his waist. He turns and carries you to the bed. Loki jumped down know what was about to happen. You feel him grind his hips into you and a surprising growl leaves his mouth.
He breaks the kiss and pulls back looking at you. Taking in the sight before him, his eyes travel up and down your naked body, then he makes eye contact again.
“As much as I would love to take advantage of you in the state. I am afraid I cannot do so when you are this tired.” He voices his concern. He leans in atop you, his hands caressing your cheeks. He kisses on and then the other.
“But what if I told you I wanted to?” You ask, Turing your head to allow him the chance to kiss you. You missed his touches, and kisses. The weight of his body against yours was heaven. He didn’t want it to stop. You didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. On the other hand, you were exhausted. A 18 hour work shift wasn’t your favorite, and you knew that if you started, you wouldn’t have been able to concentrate for long.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is for me right now?” Richard said dryly, almost a growl as his eyes moved up and down your naked frame.
“hmmm...” You moan as your hand moved to the waist band of his pants, and sliding under them you took hold of his full erection in your hand. He gasped, in response, and slowly started to move in your hand. He moaned loudly, and closed his eyes, lost in the moment.
He then caught himself, and pulled back, and your hand released him. He took a deep breath and let out a puff of air.
“I want to as well, but I would much rather you get your rest.” He finally managed to say as he cleared his throat.
“Really?”
“Yes, especially for what I have planned for you in the morning, later that day and at night. You will not be leaving this bed.” He said with a devilish smirk. Fuck. You knew you were in trouble. The last time Richard was gone for this long, you were sore for days, and every time you looked at him, you blushed hard. You would never look at your ottoman the same, and now whenever you eat strawberries you get horny. Richard new how to touch and fuck you in such a way that it was sinful.
His intentions might be pure, and he might really just want to cuddle, but he wouldn’t mind if this escalated. It might even just be that he really just wanted to cuddle, but then being so close to you got him all riled up. Unless you’re cuddling post-sex, odds are he wouldn’t mind you putting the moves on him. But you knew that he would not do anything while you were this tired. He was always concerned about your rest, and he knew this day was hard for you.
So, you both crawled to the top of the bed, Richard removed his clothes, and Loki jumped back on the bed join you. You nestled into Richards arms, and he kissed you goodnight. You watched TV until you didn’t realize that you fell asleep. Richard whispered he loved you into your ears, and pulled you so close to his body, and rested his head on yours. You both fell into a blissful sleep.
END
Morning light poured softly through the curtains, painting the room in golden hues. The air was warm and lazy, smelling faintly of fresh sheets and his cologne — that subtle woody scent that always clung to him.
You were still lying on your side, facing the window, body relaxed, sleep still weighing on your limbs. But you were very aware of the man behind you — his chest pressed against your back, his breath slow and warm on the back of your neck.
Then you felt it.
That hard thing pushing against your ass.
You shifted a little, and he groaned low in his throat.
— "Mm… morning," he murmured, voice still thick with sleep.
— "Jae-won... seriously? Already?" you mumbled, half laughing, half embarrassed.
— "I wake up like this every time I sleep with you. Not my fault you tease me in your sleep."
His hand slid under your shirt, slow and warm, fingers tracing up your stomach.
— "No bra. Thin shirt. And those tits bouncing..."
You let out a breathy little moan, already shivering.
He pulled you closer, now fully grinding against you from behind.
— "You know I’m obsessed with them, right?" he whispered against your ear.
— "You say that every day," you said, voice barely there.
— "Because it’s true. I could worship these tits for hours."
He tugged your shirt up and off, letting you help him peel it away. He rolled you onto your back gently, hovering over you with that hungry look in his eyes.
— "Let me see your pretty face while I play with my favorite toys."
His hands — big, warm, possessive — cupped your breasts, squeezing them hard before lowering his mouth to suck on your nipple.
— "Fuck, you’re perfect," he groaned, switching sides, nipping and licking.
— "Jae..." you whimpered, eyes fluttering.
— "Say it again. In that cute little voice. I love it when you sound like my needy little whore in the morning."
You were already soaked. Humiliatingly wet.
He smirked when he felt it — hand slipping down your shorts and instantly finding the drenched fabric of your panties.
— "Oh? You’re this wet just from a little breast play?"
— "M-missed you..." you confessed softly, blushing hard.
— "Missed me? Baby, I slept right next to you."
— "Still missed you…"
He laughed, low and dirty, clearly loving your whiny tone.
— "You’re so damn clingy in the mornings. I love it."
He slipped your shorts and panties down in one move, exposing you completely. His fingers slid along your folds, teasing before slowly pushing two fingers deep inside you.
— "Fuck, you’re tight… and greedy."
— "Feels so good, Jae… please…"
— "You gonna cum just from my fingers?" he growled, sucking hard on your nipple again.
— "Y-yes, I… I think so—"
He picked up the pace, curling his fingers with precision, his mouth locked to your tits like he couldn’t get enough.
— "I swear, these tits make me insane. I’d fucking die for them."
— "Ahhh... I’m close—Jae-won—!"
Your orgasm hit hard, thighs shaking, back arching, your moans spilling out as tears blurred your vision.
He watched you cry with a crooked grin, licking his fingers clean.
— "Already crying, baby? We barely started."
— "Y-you’re such a perv…" you whispered.
— "A perv? For my girl? Fuck yeah I am."
He pressed his cock against your soaked entrance, teasing.
— "Now ride me. I wanna see those tits bounce for me while I ruin you."
Your hands rested on his chest as you straddled him, sinking down slowly.
He groaned deep and slapped your ass hard.
— "I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t walk straight today."
You whimpered.
And then you started to move.
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You climbed on top of him slowly, your knees sliding against the messy sheets, your legs still trembling from the orgasm he’d just given you.
His cock was hot, thick, throbbing beneath you.
“Sit on it already. Show me how you like waking up all used and fucked,” he growled, voice low and filthy, eyes dark with hunger.
You whimpered softly, holding him at the base and lowering yourself down, taking every inch inside you.
“F-fuck, Jae…”
“That’s it, fuck. Always so tight. Always so perfect.”
His hands gripped your waist, pulling you down completely.
“If you sit on me like this every morning, I swear I’ll never let you leave this bed.”
You started rocking your hips gently, moving slow, moaning.
But that wasn’t enough for him.
“No… don’t grind. Fuck me. I wanna see my baby bounce like the good little fucktoy she is.”
He slapped your ass hard and grabbed your hips, guiding you to ride faster.
Your tits began to bounce, and he couldn’t take his eyes off them.
“Look at these tits. God, I’m fucking obsessed with them.”
He leaned in, sucking your nipple, biting, licking.
“Make ‘em bounce for me. Give me a real fucking show.”
You whimpered, bouncing harder, hips slapping against his.
He moaned low, mouth switching between your tits and your lips, devouring you.
“Crying again?” he mocked, eyes fixed on your teary face.
“Shit, baby, I haven’t even started yet.”
His fingers slid down to your soaked pussy again, rubbing your clit fast and rough.
“You’re gonna cum again, huh? Gonna soak my cock like the needy little thing you are?”
“P-please… don’t stop…”
“You beg so pretty… my sweet little crybaby.”
You came again. Second orgasm. Harder than the first.
Clutching his shoulders, trembling and sobbing.
But he didn’t stop.
He flipped you under him—missionary—spreading your legs wide and slamming into you without mercy.
“You thought I’d stop? After all this? Nah, baby. You’re mine until I cum inside this sweet, fucked-out pussy.”
You screamed when he bottomed out again, deeper, rougher.
His hands pinned your wrists down. His mouth was at your ear, panting and groaning.
“You can take it. My little slut always takes it.”
“Jae… it’s too—”
“Too what, huh? Too good? Too deep? Too fucking mine?”
He spanked your ass again, and you let out a weak, broken moan.
“Love that face. My pathetic little mess.”
He didn’t slow down.
Thrusting hard, fucking you deeper, whispering filth in your ear.
“I’m gonna cum inside. And you’re gonna be dripping with me ‘til lunch, baby.”
“I-I’m gonna—”
And you came again. Third time. Eyes rolling back, legs shaking, body spent and soaked.
He watched you fall apart, moaning.
“Look at you crying again… fuck, you’re so perfect like this.”
He growled, burying himself deep and cumming hard inside you, gripping your waist like he’d never let go.
Silence.
Only your heavy breaths, the smell of sex, the heat between you both.
He collapsed on top of you, cock still inside, his hand stroking your hair slowly.
“My sweet little thing… look what you do to me.”
You whimpered again, voice soft and broken.
He laughed.
“Aww, love… still whining? God, I love you like this.”
Hiiiii! Yep, it’s me again with another Squid Game-related story because I’m completely obsessed with the series and the cast . I mean — Gi-hun is literally one of the hottest characters in the show, so of course I had to write something about Jung-jae. Hope you like it!
[I’ll probably open requests sometime soon, but if you feel like sending something, go ahead! (Just a heads up: I might be slow to reply!) 💖]
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“Mine to Ruin”
He was done.
Done watching you post pictures with that little fuck Han-neul.
Done seeing fans ship you two on every post, every livestream, every interview.
Done pretending it didn’t burn in his blood every time your name was mentioned next to his.
You were his.
Even if you didn’t fully realize it yet.
And tonight — he was going to make you remember.
The message came in short, sharp:
“I’m coming over. Open the fucking door.”
You read it, your stomach dropping, pulse spiking immediately.
You knew that tone.
The way he got when he was pissed.
When he was possessive.
When he needed to stake his claim all over again.
And God, you loved it.
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He stepped inside without a word.
Face mask off, cap tossed, jacket thrown over the chair.
T-shirt clinging to that broad chest, eyes already dark with that storm you knew too well.
Predator.
“Cute little photo you posted tonight,” he growled, closing the distance, the scent of him filling your space — that expensive, woodsy cologne and pure masculine heat.
“Smiling, clinging to him like a good little whore.”
“Jung-jae, it’s just—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
His hand was in your hair before you could blink, fisting it tight and dragging your head back so his mouth could crush against yours — hungry, brutal, devouring.
Teeth, tongue, spit, dominance.
You moaned into it, thighs already pressing together, body wired for him like muscle memory.
He ripped your shirt off, shoved your pants down, tearing your panties clean in half.
“Fucking dripping for me already?” he snarled, fingers slipping between your legs. “Greedy little cunt. Bet you were soaking wet reading those comments too, weren’t you?”
You whimpered.
“Open your legs. Now.”
You obeyed.
And he dropped to his knees.
“I’m gonna make you scream so loud the neighbors call the cops.”
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His mouth hit your pussy like a man starved.
No teasing, no warmup.
Hot, wet, filthy tongue dragging over your folds, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking like he meant to pull your soul out through it.
“Fucking taste of you,” he groaned against you. “No one gets this. No one ever will.”
Two fingers pushed deep, crooking up, finding your spot instantly — because of course he knew it.
Knew you better than anyone else ever could.
The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth, his fingers working inside you, your helpless cries filled the room.
“Good little slut,” he growled. “You’re gonna cum for me. Right fucking now.”
And you did.
Hard.
Your whole body clenched, thighs trembling, back arching as the first squirting orgasm hit you — soaking his fingers, his hand, your fucking couch.
He chuckled, dark and satisfied.
“Fuck yes… I knew it. Knew this pussy was made to squirt all over me.”
But he wasn’t done.
Not even close.
He kept going — tongue lapping, fingers thrusting, dragging another squirt from you, another.
Until your legs gave out and you were crying his name like a prayer.
He stood, cock straining against his pants.
“On your knees.”
You dropped instantly.
He unzipped, thick and heavy in his hand.
“Open that mouth.”
And you did, taking him deep, choking, spit running down your chin as he held your head and fucked your throat, eyes locked on yours.
“Look at this messy little whore,” he groaned. “Can’t get enough of my cock, huh?”
You moaned around him, tears prickling your eyes.
He pulled out with a wet pop and flipped you over the couch.
“Ass up.”
A harsh slap to your ass made you cry out.
“Only mine,” he growled, lining up and slamming in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
You screamed.
He grunted, hands bruising your hips, fucking into you with punishing pace.
“This pussy belongs to me. Say it.”
“Y-yours… it’s yours, Jung-jae—”
“Louder.”
“YOURS! It’s fucking yours!”
Another hard slap.
“Good fucking girl.”
You felt your orgasm building fast again, the thick drag of his cock against your walls too much.
“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—”
“Do it. Fucking squirt on my cock. Right now.”
And you did.
Again.
A gush of wetness splashing between you both, your scream muffled by the cushions.
“FUCK,” he growled, pounding harder. “Yes — fuck yes. That’s my girl.”
He didn’t stop until you’d cum twice more, leaving you ruined, limp, trembling.
Then he spilled inside you with a deep, guttural groan, holding you tight to him as he emptied every last drop.
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You both collapsed on the couch, sticky, sweating, wrecked.
He pulled you onto his lap, kissed your forehead.
Next time, if you so much as smiled at Han-neul again — he was fucking you right there on set.
teme: Coworkers AU | Hand kink | Sexual tension | Intense teasing|Hot | fluffy
Day 10: hand kink
Kinktober
You didn’t remember exactly when it started.
Maybe it was the first day Roh Jae-won joined the team — quiet, polite, with that soft smile and posture way too relaxed for someone who looked that good up close. He was introduced as the new assistant art director, and since then, his eyes had always been... steady.
Not insistent. Not invasive. Just steady.
The kind of gaze that made you feel like there was something on your face. Or a stain on your shirt. But there was never anything there. It was just him. Watching you with those calm eyes. Almost always in silence. Almost always playing with something: a pen, a cup, his ring spinning slowly on his finger.
And for some reason, that made your heart pound in a way you didn’t want to admit.
You started noticing his hands too fast.
Maybe it was the long, elegant fingers. Or the veins. Or the way he moved them so naturally — like he had no idea how sinful his gestures looked.
You tried to avoid him at first. Or at least tried. You made a point to work on the opposite side of the room, to not stare too long when he talked — because every time you did… you ended up looking at his fingers. Thinking things. Imagining the touch. The possibilities.
But he noticed. Of course he did.
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“You always stare at my hands when you think I’m not looking,” he said one day, adjusting some papers beside you. “Curious, huh?”
You choked on your own breath. “With… what?”
He turned his face slowly, and that slight smirk on his lips said he was way too amused.
“What they can do.”
You fake-laughed. “You’re full of yourself.”
“No. I just notice things.”
He stepped away, but that night, you could barely sleep. Your body pulsed with heat. You dreamt of his hands again — on your waist, squeezing, sliding inside your panties.
After that, ignoring him became impossible.
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The next Friday, the team made plans to hit a bar after work. You weren’t planning on going. You were tired. But when you found out he’d be there… you dressed up more than usual.
Your skirt was short enough to be noticed, but still acceptable. Your tight top showed off your shoulders just right. And when you entered the bar, Roh Jae-won spotted you from across the room — one eyebrow raising in slow, blatant appreciation.
“Did you dress like that for someone?” he asked when you sat across from him.
“Maybe.”
“Do I have a chance?”
You laughed, but your cheeks were burning.
“Do you flirt like this with everyone or just me?”
He rested his chin on the palm of that hand. The long fingers curled just under his cheek, and his eyes didn’t leave yours.
“Only with people who stare at my hands.”
The table was loud. Everyone was drinking, laughing, talking nonsense. But you could only focus on him. On the veins on the back of his hand. On the way he stirred the ice in his whiskey glass. On how his words felt like promises left unsaid.
“Are you brave enough?” he asked in a whisper, nudging your foot under the table.
“Brave for what?”
“To stop staring at my hands with lust and actually do something about it.”
Your heart stopped. Blood rushed from your face straight down to between your legs.
You looked away, but he already knew.
Then, without missing a beat, he leaned in and said:
“Come with me.”
Your stomach flipped. You looked around — your coworkers were drunk, laughing loudly, totally oblivious.
“To where?” you asked, voice barely there.
“My place.”
You hesitated.
He leaned closer, voice low, deep, and seductive.
“If you come with me now, I’ll show you everything these hands know how to do.”
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The ride to his apartment was a blur. You remembered nothing but the shaky feeling in your chest, the scent of his jacket beside you, the heavy silence between you.
And when you stepped inside, the door barely clicked shut before he had you pinned against it — one hand on your face, the other gripping your waist, his lips brushing yours in a teasing almost-kiss.
“Can I touch you?” he asked, voice rough and hot in your ear.
You could only nod. And then his hands began learning every inch of you.
Slowly.
With control.
With intention.
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His mouth found yours before you could even breathe. Tongue sliding deep, soft but demanding, hands gripping your waist like he’d been waiting forever to touch you.
And maybe he had.
Because the moment you melted into his chest, he groaned like a man starved. One hand cradled the back of your head, the other pressed against the curve of your ass, squeezing with sinful intent. His fingers splayed, slow, greedy, dragging up your thigh like he was memorizing the way your skin felt.
“You wore that skirt for me, didn’t you?” he murmured against your mouth, voice low and dangerous. “Wanted me to look at you and lose my fucking mind.”
You whined, nodding, body already trembling under his touch.
“You think about me?” he whispered, teeth grazing your jaw. “When you're alone at home… do your fingers pretend to be mine?”
Your hips bucked at the question, and he chuckled darkly.
“I bet they don’t feel half as good.”
Without waiting, he picked you up — strong arms lifting you like you weighed nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. He carried you to the couch, sat down, and kept you straddling his lap. His hand ran up your back, into your hair, pulling gently, just enough to make your eyes flutter.
“Take it off,” he said, voice raspy. “Slowly.”
You reached for your top, pulling it over your head. His eyes darkened instantly. He leaned back, looking at you like you were art — hands running up your waist, fingers brushing your ribs, thumbs teasing under your bra.
“Fuck, you're so pretty,” he whispered, squeezing your hips. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
And then he kissed your chest — hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your cleavage, sucking until the skin was marked and sensitive.
You ground your hips against him, feeling the hard bulge in his jeans, and his hands flew to your ass again, gripping hard. Really hard. The kind of grip that left imprints. That claimed you.
“I’ve been dying to feel you like this,” he groaned. “Your body against mine. My hands all over you.”
You rocked against him again, desperate, your panties soaked.
“I want to ride you,” you whispered, voice broken. “Please.”
He stared at you for a second, then leaned in.
“Then ride me, baby,” he growled. “Ride me like you’ve been dreaming about it every night.”
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His pants hit the floor, and your breath caught at the size of him — thick, hard, the kind of cock that made your mouth water just from looking. You didn’t need foreplay. You were soaked just from the way he’d touched you.
He grabbed a condom from the drawer beside the couch, tore it open with his teeth, and rolled it down slowly — those long fingers wrapping around himself like he was teasing you.
Then, he leaned back again, arms draped lazily on the couch, legs spread.
“Come sit,” he said.
Your hands braced on his chest as you lined yourself up, heart pounding so loud it echoed in your ears.
And when you sank down on him — inch by inch, slowly — both of you gasped at the stretch.
“Fuck—” you whimpered, head falling back.
His hands found your hips, then your ass again, and he guided you down until he was fully buried inside you. His eyes were locked on where your bodies connected, mouth open, panting.
“You feel… unreal,” he groaned.
You began to move. Slow at first, just grinding, rolling your hips. His hands never left you. One slid up your back, the other squeezed your ass harshly.
Smack.
The first slap made you jolt — loud, hot, sharp enough to sting.
“You like that?” he growled, voice dark with lust.
“Yes,” you gasped, hips stuttering.
Smack. Another slap, harder. Then his fingers dug in, grabbing the flesh roughly as you started bouncing on his cock, your moans filling the room.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Look at you, taking all of me so well.”
His hand slid around your throat, not choking, just holding — just enough to ground you.
“You were made for this,” he whispered. “For me.”
You fucked yourself on him harder, chasing the friction, chasing the sound of skin against skin. His hand was everywhere — gripping your hips, slapping your ass, curling around your waist to pull you closer. You could barely think. Barely breathe.
And then he leaned forward, pressed his forehead to yours.
“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. “Cum all over my cock. I wanna feel you break.”
His thumb found your clit at the same time his hips bucked up — fucking into you from below while you rode him, desperate, wild.
You shattered. Moaning loud, thighs shaking, your orgasm crashing over you so hard you nearly collapsed.
He caught you, arms strong, holding you close.
But he wasn’t done.
He kept thrusting from underneath, harder, sloppier now, chasing his own release. His fingers dug into your skin again.
Smack. Another slap. You whined, too sensitive, but it just made him grunt.
“God, you feel too good,” he growled. “I’m gonna cum—”
And then he did. With a deep, breathless moan, hips jerking up hard as he came inside you, cock pulsing deep.
You collapsed against his chest, both of you panting, sweaty, trembling.
And after a few seconds, his fingers softly traced your back — gentle now, almost reverent.
“You okay?” he asked, voice rough but tender.
You nodded against his shoulder. “More than okay…”
His lips found your temple.
“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
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The early morning light was barely peeking through the curtains when you felt a warm hand lazily slide over your waist.
Roh Jae-won’s hand.
You were lying on your side, barely covered by the sheets, still sore from last night. The dull ache between your legs was a sweet reminder of how intensely he’d handled you—your hips still tingling from how many times he had smacked your ass, and your thighs trembling from riding him for what felt like forever.
And he was still there.
Pressed up against your back like he couldn’t stand being apart from you even for a second. His breathing was steady and soft, brushing against your neck. His hand traced your waist, then your stomach, as if memorizing every inch of you.
“Mmm…” you mumbled sleepily. “Jae-won…?”
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. “I just… needed to touch you. Make sure last night wasn’t a dream.”
You smiled into the pillow, turning your head slightly to glance at him. His hair was tousled, eyes heavy with sleep, lips red and swollen from all the kissing the night before.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, concern lacing his voice. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
You shook your head, your heart swelling at his worried expression.
“I feel perfect,” you whispered. “You were… incredible.”
He let out a small sigh of relief and snuggled even closer, his chest flush against your back, his arm draped over your waist protectively.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured against your skin. “And dangerous.”
You let out a soft laugh. “Dangerous?”
“Mhm,” he said. “You wake up the most primitive instincts in me.”
The way he said it, so sincerely, so possessively, made you shiver.
His hand started drifting lower, sliding down your belly to rest on your hip.
“Still sore?”
“Little bit,” you admitted.
He kissed the back of your neck again. “Sorry about all the spanking…”
“If you ever apologize for that again,” you warned playfully, “I’m leaving.”
He chuckled and slid his hand between your thighs slowly, his fingers teasing along your inner thigh—so soft, so slow.
Then you felt it. The hardness of him, pressing against your ass. Hot. Thick. Ready again.
“Jae…”
“I know,” he whispered. “I just can’t help it. You feel so fucking good.”
You whined softly as he rocked his hips against you, grinding slowly, lazily. His voice dropped to a breathy whisper in your ear.
“Let me have you again… real slow this time.”
You nodded, gasping softly as he lined himself up and slid inside you from behind, his cock stretching you open so delicately, so deliciously.
You moaned into the pillow, your body relaxing into the sensation of being filled.
“God…” he groaned. “You’re still so tight…”
He started thrusting gently, his arm holding you tightly, the other hand sliding under the sheet to cup your breast, fingers rubbing your nipple while his hips rocked steadily against yours.
“You’re perfect like this,” he whispered. “Warm… soft… mine.”
Each word sent waves of heat through you.
“Jae… fuck… you’re so deep…”
“I know, baby,” he breathed, kissing your shoulder again. “I wanna stay inside you forever.”
His pace stayed slow and sensual, but every now and then he’d thrust a little deeper, a little harder—just enough to make you gasp and squirm. He could feel you clench around him, your body reacting to him like he owned it.
“Do you like when I fuck you like this, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice thick with need. “In the morning, slow and deep?”
“Yes,” you whispered, your hand reaching behind to grab his hip, needing him closer. “Don’t stop…”
His hand slid down to your clit, rubbing soft, slow circles that made your legs tremble.
“That’s it, baby… come on, give it to me again…”
You cried out his name as the orgasm took you—sharp and sweet—your body pulsing around his cock.
Jae-won cursed under his breath and followed you seconds later, burying his cock deep as he spilled inside you, groaning against your neck, hips jerking uncontrollably.
Afterward, he didn’t pull out.
He stayed pressed to your back, his arm hugging you tightly, his hand holding yours under the pillow.
“You okay?” he whispered, kissing your hair.
You nodded, overwhelmed, dazed, full of love and heat and everything in between.
“You feel like home,” you whispered back.
He smiled against your skin and murmured, “Then I’m never letting you go.”
Warnings: Swearing, ridiculous dad behavior, Roh Jae-won being emotionally and competitive with his own child. Silly fluff and a LOT of humor.
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Author's notes:
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📌 Finding Out About the Pregnancy
You weren’t planning it. Neither was he.
Both of you were drowning in work — you with a new acting project, him juggling three productions at once. The last thing you expected was that pharmacy test showing two bright red lines like a punch in the face.
The first person you told was… yourself, locked inside your apartment bathroom. Roh Jae-won knocked on the door three times.
“Yah, are you okay in there? You’re way too quiet… you didn’t drown in the bath, did you?”
His voice was half-concerned, half-teasing as always.
You opened the door with teary eyes and trembling hands, the positive test hidden behind your back. Roh looked at you like, what did you do now? and why the hell are you crying like that?
“I… I’m pregnant.”
That smug little smile he always wore dropped instantly.
“You’re…?” He pointed at your stomach, then at the test. “Mine?”
“Of course it’s yours, you idiot.”
Silence. Two full minutes. You counted.
And then, like a bad romcom, Roh Jae-won ran a hand down his face, turned around, and literally banged his forehead against the wall.
“Holy shit.”
You thought he’d freak out. But when he turned back around, he was laughing. A nervous, unhinged laugh, half terrified, half excited. He pulled you into the most awkward hug and mumbled into your hair:
“Fuck… I’m gonna be a dad.”
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📌 Telling the Family
His mom cried. Out of joy… and absolute panic.
“Do you know what you’re doing, Jae-won? Your career, your projects… what if something goes wrong?”
He didn’t care.
He cared about you.
“If it goes wrong, I’ll fix it. I swear I’ll fix it.”
And from that moment on, he became the most overprotective, neurotic man in South Korea.
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📌 The Pregnancy Months
• First Three Months:
Roh turned into a cloud of anxiety. Every time you threw up, he looked at you like you were dying.
“Want me to take you to the hospital?”
“It’s just nausea, babe.”
“But what if…”
You nearly punched him for asking so much.
• Downloaded a pregnancy app and updated you every single day.
“Today our baby’s the size of a plum!”
“Jae-won, nobody cares.”
“I do!”
• Started sleeping with his head on your stomach as soon as it showed even a little bump.
Even if he couldn’t feel anything yet, he loved pretending he could.
“Appa’s here, little one.”
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• Four to Six Months:
You fought over names.
He wanted something classic Korean.
You wanted something modern.
“What if it’s a girl?”
“What if it’s a boy?”
“What if it’s twins?”
You nearly fainted at that one.
• He bought baby clothes like a maniac.
Onesies, socks, mittens. You almost killed him when you found a ridiculously expensive panda onesie.
“It’s so cute!”
“Is it imported from BTS’s house or what?!”
• Cried at every ultrasound.
The first time you heard the heartbeat, Roh lost it. Walked out of the clinic with puffy eyes, denying he cried.
“It was dust, okay?”
You let him lie.
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• Food cravings:
He fulfilled every weird, impossible craving at 3 AM.
“Babe… I really want rice cakes, sundae, and watermelon.”
“Now? It’s 3 in the morning.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Be right back.”
And he always came back.
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• Jealousy
If any male coworker came too close, or even mentioned you in an interview, he got pissy.
“That guy… I don’t like him.”
“He just asked if I wanted water, Jae-won.”
“Don’t care. I’ll get it for you.”
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📌 Preparing for Birth
• Setting up the nursery
It turned into an event.
Roh picked out animal wallpaper, built the crib, got mad at the instructions.
“These damn screws don’t even fit!”
“Calm down, I’ll help you.”
“I don’t want your help. I’m this baby’s appa. I’ve got this.”
Fifteen minutes later — sweaty, messy, but victorious — he proudly stood next to the assembled crib.
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• His Secret Fear
In the last week, he got weird. Quiet. Avoided eye contact.
You only found out why when you caught him secretly smoking out on the balcony — something he’d quit years ago.
“You started smoking again?!”
He froze, dropped the cigarette, stomped it out.
“I’m scared.”
His voice cracked.
Scared you’d get hurt.
Scared he’d lose you both.
Scared he wouldn’t know how to be a dad.
You stepped closer and cupped his face.
“You’re going to be the best appa in the world.”
And he believed it.
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📌 The Birth
You went into labor at two in the morning.
He completely lost his shit.
Dropped his phone, tripped on the rug, forgot the hospital bag, almost left the house in slippers.
• In the delivery room:
Held your hand so tight you thought he’d break your fingers.
“You got this, babe. You got this… shit, you got this, okay?”
The doctor told him to calm down.
He did not calm down.
When the baby cried for the first time, the room filled with sound — and Roh Jae-won completely shattered. Tears pouring down his face like a kid.
“Is it… is it mine? Is this real?”
The doctor placed the baby in his arms.
That man who walked through film sets like nothing could touch him… broke into pieces.
“Hey, little one. It’s me… appa.”
He looked at you with the happiest, most terrified face you’d ever seen.
“He’s perfect… he’s ours.”
And you cried too.
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And that’s how it started.
📌 First Night Home
The baby cried.
You were exhausted.
Roh Jae-won was in a state of emergency.
“Why is he crying? Didn’t he just eat? His diaper’s dry! Is he… is he running a fever?!”
“Jae-won… he’s just sleepy.”
“Are you sure? I’m calling the hospital. I’ll call.”
“IF YOU CALL, I’LL KILL YOU.”
He froze, phone mid-air. Swallowed hard.
“Okay… but if he sneezes, I’m calling.”
You wanted to laugh and slap him at the same time.
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📌 Backward Diaper Disaster
His first time changing a diaper solo? Total disaster.
He put it on backwards, then complained it wouldn’t close.
“This diaper’s defective.”
“Jae-won… you put it on upside down.”
“Oh. That’s why it’s leaking.”
Result: the baby peed on him.
He screamed.
You laughed.
“IS THIS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!”
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📌 Existential Crisis By The Crib
One night you woke up and found him standing by the crib, staring at the baby like he’d just discovered the meaning of life.
“You okay?”
“How can something so tiny be this perfect?”
You laughed.
“Go to sleep, poet.”
“I can’t. What if he stops breathing?”
“Jae-won, he’s sleeping. He’s not gonna explode.”
“You don’t know that.”
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📌 First “Appa”
The baby had just turned eight months.
You were on the living room floor, surrounded by toys.
Roh was being ridiculous with a stuffed animal on his head when the baby blurted out:
“Appa.”
Silence.
Roh’s eyes went wide.
“He… he said Appa? Did you hear that? I HEARD IT! HE SAID IT!”
You confirmed, laughing.
“Yup. He said it.”
Roh bolted through the apartment, yelling:
“SUCK IT, WORLD! MY KID LOVES ME!”
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📌 Ridiculous Photo Obsession
Roh took pictures of the baby every time he moved.
Baby blinked → photo.
Baby sneezed → boomerang.
You had to delete half of them just to free up phone space.
“Babe, no one wants to see fifty photos of him making faces.”
“I do. And I’m posting all of them.”
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📌 Jealous of Other Babies
At the park, some random mom came over to compliment your baby.
“Such a cutie! Can I hold him?”
Roh went pale.
“No.”
The woman laughed, thinking it was a joke.
He repeated it.
“I’m serious.”
You had to step in.
“Sorry, he’s a bit… territorial.”
“A BIT? YOU’RE MY BABY, PUNK.”
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📌 Baby Says “Omma”
The first time the baby said “Omma,” you cried.
Roh pouted.
“I raised this little punk with my bare hands and this is what I get?”
You laughed.
“Ah, baby…”
“You know what? I’m hurt.”
Three minutes later, he was cuddling the baby.
“It’s fine… Appa still loves you, even if you’re ungrateful.”
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📌 Attempted Baby Food Chef
Roh swore he could cook.
“I saw it on YouTube. Easy.”
Made mashed potatoes and carrots.
Added so much garlic the baby made a face and spit it out.
“He loved it!”
“He spit… never mind.”
You grabbed the spoon.
“Come on, chef Appa, try again.”
He did.
The baby chucked the spoon at the floor.
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📌 First Fever
The baby got a little fever.
Roh panicked.
“We’re going to the hospital.”
“It’s just a fever, babe. It’ll go down with medicine.”
“Medicine’s dangerous! Side effects! He’s too small! He can’t!”
You placed a hand on his chest.
“Breathe, love. It’ll pass.”
Roh stayed up all night checking the baby’s temperature every five minutes.
By morning, he was a zombie.
“He’s alive?”
“Yep.”
“Thank God.”
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📌 First Birthday
You wanted something small.
Roh wanted a national event.
“I already ordered a cake with his face on it. Got gourmet brigadeiro. Bunny-shaped balloons.”
You gawked.
“You ordered a cake with his FACE?!”
“Yeah. Wanna see the model pic?”
It was ridiculous.
But you couldn’t say no.
At the party, the baby cried at his own face on the cake.
Roh was devastated.
“You don’t like it? Appa did this for you, kid.”
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📌 Late Night Couple Talks
After the baby slept, you’d lie on the couch.
“Do you think he’ll be more like you or me?”
“Hopefully me.”
“You arrogant ass.”
“No, seriously. If he’s like you, people will fall in love with him. I can’t deal with that.”
You laughed.
“If he’s like you, he’ll be a crybaby.”
Roh put a hand to his chest.
“Crybaby? I’m sensitive.”
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📌 Talking to the Baby Asleep
Roh had a habit of talking to the baby while he slept.
“Appa loves you, okay? Even when you crap on me, I love you. When you scream at 3 AM, I love you too. And if one day you call me old, I’ll still love you.”
You caught him once and almost cried laughing.
“You’re such a dumbass.”
“I know. But I’m your dumbass.”
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📌 First Steps
When the baby took his first steps, Roh absolutely lost it.
“FILM THIS, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!”
You nearly dropped your phone in the rush.
The baby took three steps, tripped, and fell.
Roh threw himself on the floor.
“MY KID IS WALKING! HE’S A GENIUS! EAT THAT, KOREA!”
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📌 Family Photos
Every month, Roh insisted on a family photo.
One serious.
One making silly faces.
One with the baby biting his nose.
“If I ever die, I want these at my funeral.”
“Shut up, idiot.”
“No, seriously. It’ll be legendary.”
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📌 Extra Headcanons
Roh is the kind of dad who cries at school plays.
Threatens to sue if someone calls the baby ugly.
Dresses up as Santa at Christmas and sobs with emotion.
Buys toys for the baby, but ends up playing with them himself.
Puts on lullabies and falls asleep before the baby.
Steals baby kisses 24/7.
Makes the baby wave goodbye even when he’s going to the bathroom.
Holds the baby up and says:
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. After pizza. Kidding. Before pizza. Way before.”
📌 First Mischief
At two years old, your kid had officially become a tiny version of Roh. And that meant: pure chaos.
You woke up to the sound of giggling and something crashing. Ran to the living room and found:
The TV remote inside a cereal bowl.
A sock floating in the fish tank.
Your toddler laughing, face smeared with toothpaste.
“What the hell is this?!”
Roh, beaming with pride:
“Our kid’s a genius.”
“He stuffed a sock in the aquarium!”
“BRILLIANT.”
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📌 First Swear Word
He dropped his toy on his foot.
And went:
“Shit.”
You froze. Roh turned pale.
“DID HE JUST SAY ‘SHIT’? WAS THAT YOU?!”
“IT WAS YOU, DISASTER.”
Result: both of you suffering moral shame while your kid happily repeated it for a week.
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📌 Roh Freaking Out Over Homework
At four years old came the first school assignment: draw your family.
He drew you, himself… and a giant green monster.
“Who’s this?”
“Appa when he’s mad.”
Roh was mortally offended.
“Unbelievable. I’m gentle.”
“Sure, babe. Gentle monster.”
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📌 First Little Crush
At kindergarten, a girl kissed your kid’s cheek.
Roh had a meltdown.
“NO! HE’S ONLY FIVE!”
“Love, it’s just a little kiss.”
“I’LL MURDER THAT CHILD.”
“ROH!”
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📌 Jealous of You
The little one was so clingy with you. If Roh tried to hug or kiss you:
“NO! MY OMMA!”
Roh would sulk.
“I’m your appa, you punk. Show some respect.”
You died laughing every time.
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📌 Extra Headcanons
Roh teaching him how to make silly faces.
The two of them roughhousing and knocking over your vase.
Roh pretending to dodge vaccines along with your kid.
Both of them napping on the couch while watching cartoons.
