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My Shayla
if you look closely you can see him holding my hair up ☺️
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are you willing to do a squid game salesman fic: where when with the reader his controlling and calm aura is gone and he's at her will. he's just so pathetically enamoured
«More of You.»
The Salesman x fem!reader 🌺
He's so obsessed, utterly smitten, entirely at your mercy. In your words: pathetically enarmoured.
Warnings: obsession, praise kink, oral (reader receiving), begging, body worship, dom!reader, unhealthy/controlling dynamics but that's what you're here for, emphasis on the "pathetically", I giggled many times while writing this
As you can see, I was more than willing to write it. Also, please accept my apologies for taking so long (this was requested all the way back in January). It starts as sfw and then has a smut section. It's marked in case you didn't want the nsfw, sexual content! Enjoy ♡
No one ever sees him sweat.
That smooth, calculating mask?
Untouchable.
Men twice his size flinch at his smile. He has ruined lives and walked away without a crease in his suit.
But now?
Now he is on his knees.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
He hasn't seen you in three days.
Not since the fight -sharp words, a slammed door, your voice like ice... "Maybe I need someone who actually feels things!" You hadn't answered his calls. And the second you finally let him in today, something inside him cracked open. His calm mask slipped off. He dropped to his knees without thinking, hands trembling as he clutched your waist. Because he's missed you, so much it hurts. And now that he has you again, even for a moment, he'll do anything not to lose you.
So...
Kneeling before you on the floor of your apartment, tie loosened, hair mussed from your hands -his eyes wide and starved like he hasn't tasted anything sweet in decades. And you, smirking down at him like a goddess with too much power.
He stares up at you like you walked out of a dream he isn't worthy to experience.
"You're unreal" he whispers, reverent. "Do you know what you do to me? What you are?"
You raise a brow, amused. "A woman with standards?"
"No" he gasps. "A woman with gravity. You pull me in. Ruin my spine. I- I used to stand tall. Now I crawl, just to be near your shadow."
Your knee slides between his legs and presses, slow and deliberate. His own knees buckle.
"You don't even know how beautiful you are. How cruel it is to exist like this... So soft, yet so sharp. You smile and I forget my name. You look away and I spiral."
"You're ridiculous" you murmur, brushing his cheek with your knuckles.
His breath hitches. He leans into the touch like a man parched.
"Yes, yes, my sweetheart" he whispers, voice hoarse. "You're incredible. I need more. More of you. I can't get enough."
You can hear the tremble in it. Can see the twitch in his fingers, aching to touch you, but not unless you allow it. The same hands that have held violence like second nature now hover helplessly.
"What happened to that terrifying little businessman persona?" you tease, circling him slowly. "You used to talk in riddles. Manipulate people into betting their lives. But now look at you."
You lean in close. His breath catches when your lips graze his ear.
"You beg so nicely."
He whimpers. Actually whimpers.
It's delicious.
"I tried to stay in control" he says, voice cracking like he's confessing his sins. "But you… You ruin me. You ruin everything. I- I wait outside your door sometimes, just to hear you laugh through the wall. I memorize how your mouth moves. I fall apart when you don't text me back."
You laugh.
And that breaks him even more.
He grabs your hand -desperate, shaking- but still gentle. Worshipping.
"Please" he breathes against your palm. "Command me. Break me. Keep me. I'll never leave. I'll never want anyone else. I'll ruin every man who looks at you sideways. Just- Say the word."
He looks up at you with blown pupils and the softest, most dangerous and hopeful smile you've ever seen.
And you realize:
He is not playing a game anymore.
You are.
And he has already lost.
You tilt his chin up with your fingers, slow and indulgent, like he's some curious, trembling thing you're trying to decide whether to keep, or destroy.
His eyes flutter closed, lashes kissing flushed cheeks, lips parted like a prayer.
"I could ask you for anything, couldn't I?" you whisper, watching his throat bob.
He nods before you even finish.
"Anything" he breaths. "Everything. Take it all."
You tilt your head. "Even your games?"
A pause.
A flicker of something in his eyes... Dread? Delight? You cannot tell. It doesn't matter.
"Yes" he says. "I'll quit. One word from you and I'll give up my position. Even if all I get is a couple hours before they come for me."
You run your thumb across his bottom lip, and he practically melts into your touch like he's starving.
"You'd ruin yourself… just for me?"
"I'd ruin the world" he answers, eyes blazing. "I'd watch it all fall and smile if you asked. Just don't- don't pull away. Please."
That was the real fear. Not law enforcement. Not power. You. The idea of losing your warmth. Your voice. Your fingers in his hair.
He is beautiful like this, undone and obedient.
"You're not very scary like this" you muse, curling your hand around his tie and tugging it just tight enough to remind him of who owns his breath.
"No?" he rasps.
"No. I think you're just… pitiful."
He chuckles then, ragged and unhinged. "Only for you. Only ever for you."
You step back, just to watch him follow on instinct -on hands and knees.
His suit is wrinkled. The man who once offered strangers a path to destruction now drags himself toward you like a zealot begging his goddess for absolution.
You turn away and he whimpers again.
Pathetic. Addicted. Yours.
There is no game to outwit anymore.
No puzzle to solve.
He's already handed you every key, every lock, every inch of himself.
"Well, good boy" you praise, voice dripping with honey.
He moans.
Loudly.
And you didn't even have to touch him.
smut ahead
You dont even have to touch him, you heard me right.
He's trembling already.
His suit jacket now discarded -crumpled somewhere between the threshold and living room.
"Lie back" you command and he obeys so quickly you hear the whisper of breath leave his lungs in... yes, another whimper.
"Y-Yes. Yes, darling."
He's already panting, pupils wide and black, flushed down to the collarbone. Desperation rolls off him in waves.
You stand over him with that look he's dreamt of for days. Cool. Cruel. Amused.
"You're always so in control, aren't you?" You ask, sinking to your knees beside him. "Little games. Little lies. But here you are..."
Your fingers slip into his hair once more.
"...mine."
A shudder tears through him, full-bodied and helpless.
"Please" he rasps. "Please, I- I can't think. I need you. I need you, I'd do anything-"
"You will do anything" you correct him, tugging his soft hair back so he has to look into your eyes. "You're so eager. You want to be good for me, don't you?"
"Yes! Yes, darling, please- I'll be so good, I promise, I'll make you feel good, I-"
You straddle his face before he can finish, and he gasps like it's a fricking miracle.
He moans as his mouth meets your heat, tongue lapping with reverence, like every inch of you is sacred.
His hands clutch your thighs, not for control -he doesn't dare- but for grounding, like he might come from just this.
From you sitting on his face.
Summer dress, no panties.
"God" you groan, your hips rocking against his face. "Look at you. This is all you wanted, huh?"
He nods under you, unable to speak but so, so, so obedient.
"You don't want power. You don't want money. You want this. My body. My voice. My praise."
You feel his desperate whimper vibrate through you. He is messy with it -nose buried, eyes rolled back, grinding up into nothing just to taste you.
"Good boy" you pant, threading your fingers through his hair. "That's it. You're making me feel so good. So perfect. Keep going. Don't stop."
He moans, hips bucking into air, shaking beneath you, the praise alone enough to bring him to the edge.
He's lost in it. Drenched in worship. A man with nothing left but need.
And you?
You just smile down at him, breathless and laughing, riding the wave of his obsession.
Because the Salesman finally got what he wanted.
And he'll never be able to live without it again.
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Full kdrama sketch series!! This was rlly fun to do. Anyways I wish I could watch Coffee Prince and Vincenzo for the first time again
𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 || 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐖𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
part one: angel of satisfaction || part two: here
summary_the fallout of your love story with jeong-won and how he begged long enough to drastically change your life.
warnings_ age gap (not specified but reader is in uni), implied sex, cheating, fluff, angst but happy ending , reader smokes, is implied to be American and PLOT TWIST at the end, NO PROOFREADING
notes_ need to watch goblin and the silent sea :( using the salesman tag to avoid the flop allegations
♫ ♪ the worst playlist 4 gong yoo
✰ Index (+ fics here)
୨ৎ───୨ৎ───୨ৎ———୨ৎ───୨ৎ
The smell of cigars filled your home: you never thought you would deliberately find yourself smoking.
But there you were, looking at the cloudy skyline while you threw out the unhealthy smoke.
Your phone rang and you pulled it out of your pocket.
The ninth call of the day. Three times three is the charm.
“What the fuck do you want?” You neutrally ask, ignoring the beating of your heart.
“…y/n? Thank goodness you’re answering” You roll your eyes. “We need to talk, there’s a lot you-“
“Jeong-won, I don’t want to talk about anything with you” The exasperated tone in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by him, which makes him feel even more stressed out. “In fact, I don’t want you to keep calling me. I don’t want you messaging me. I don’t want to have your follow on social media. I don’t want to hear your music in the clubs. I don’t want to ever fucking see your face again”
“Please, y/n. I don’t deserve to explain myself but-“
“I told you, you only had to pay for that dinner and forget about me. I suppose you didn’t mend things with your wife…” you abruptly cut him off, watching the smoke of the cigar fly out of your place.
“It’s complicated…” he sounds tired, sad and pathetic.
“Yeah… Everything’s that way with you. I just didn’t want to see it” you spit out, hanging up, leaving him to make a mess over the deadline.
You didn’t know how, but you would try everything just to forget him. But when you get out of the apartment the first thing you notice is the public trash can.
There lies the flower bouquet that appeared at your door three days ago. It had been Jeong-won’s first attempt to say sorry.
But so far it wasn’t working.
…
Three weeks into trying to move on. The first days felt like walking throwing a dark alleyway with no return. Tears always find a way to run out of your eyes, but you couldn’t deny, that you felt better.
Your friends helped a lot. Seoun-mi was the only one who said that if Jeong-won insisted, you could let him explain himself. Ruby and Jade immediately said no.
The spring was right around the corner. The rain was slowly coming to an end. The coats were being replaced with sweaters and cardigans. Even the sun cooperated, warming enough to make you go out to run.
Jeong-won crossed the street to walk towards his car. He had submitted a mini EP of music, expected to release mid-spring.
The city looked active, almost as if everyone had been trapped by the winter. He pulled out the keys to his car when he looked up.
His feet dragged him away, noticing a woman jogging down the street.
His face turned in awe after realizing it was you. Your matching grey tracksuit was hard to miss. He remembered you mentioned you were asthmatic, he wondered if you carried your inhalator.
“Y/N!” Jeong-won couldn’t care less if everyone stared at him as if he was insane. He started running hoping to get your attention.
His heart started beating so fast, the rush of seeing your face again, the hope of having you by his side again.
But that didn’t happen, you didn’t even listen. Music was playing so loud through your wireless headphones.
Jeong-won stopped running. He stared at your blurred vision and sighed in dismay.
His phone rang and he answered, still looking at you.
“Are you busy?” In-ji asked.
“No. I’m going home…” the man answered.
…
As the desperation started to burn you, the need to go out also grew stronger.
Ruby and Seoun-mi had seminars, and Jade had a meeting with her major advisor.
The outcome? You dancing all alone in a club.
You couldn’t go to the same one where you used to go. That’s where you met Jeong-won, it was too painful.
But as the alcohol sinks in, you start to feel tipsy, alerting you to stop drinking.
For a second you thought it was already too late but Han Jeong-won was actually there.
He gently pushed people to come to you.
There isn’t even time to feel angry, nervous, or panicked.
“What are you doing here?” You ask loudly.
“I came with a friend…” he admits, looking hopeful.
When you try to sneak away, Jeong-won grabs your wrist and pushes you against his chest. Only to then kiss you.
In his arms, you felt safe.
With his kisses, you felt cherished.
The man who urgently smashed his lips with yours in the middle of the dance floor while music blasted from the speakers was the love of your life.
He couldn't resist the temptation. Couldn't miss the chance and needed to let you know he always loved you. That everything was true.
"Please, believe me..." he pleaded, holding your hands.
"Fuck you, Jeong-won"
Frivolously, you leave the taste of poison on his lips. His hand tried to grab yours again, but you slipped, leaving him.
Like you had already done before.
But it didn't make it easier, because tears started falling down the first step out of the club.
And in the middle of the cold night, you slip into your coat and start a quiet walk towards home.
You wished you knew he was mourning a life he had before you.
…
Caffè Americano…
The smell fills your nostrils and the warmth of the cup soothes the cold of your hands. Too many thoughts have run through your head over the days. And it was very rushed to say you were over Jeong-won. Walking through the same streets you once walked while feeling in love was devastating, as dramatic as it sounded.
But it’s a good day. You can feel like you are reaching peacefulness and it’s enough.
It’s been a month and a half since you last saw him. The world is not fresh, but it’s still open.
You walk out of the coffee shop, your boots sound with every step you take and the cool air makes the very few cherry blossoms in the trees fall.
Your eyes scan the street; everyone is just there living.
When would you start feeling like yourself again?
Apparently not at that moment. After coming down the little steps of the coffee shop, you look up and meet two people talking, just inches away.
Why was life so cruel? Why do you have to meet your ex-boyfriend and his wife right then and there?
They feel someone staring, but they try to act so normal, like you hadn’t seen them. You start walking away. With firm steps and a well-hidden urge to run as well.
His hair looked the same, but his face looked less tired. She looked younger if that was even possible, with longer hair and more casual clothes.
Jeong-won and In-ji stare at each other awkwardly.
“Go after her” she softly tells him. Jeong-won stares back at her with unease before turning back his attention to you.
He knew you wanted to run away the moment you saw them.
“We already met once. What if we met again and she’s in the middle once again?” He can’t deny the anxiety growing as you stop waiting for the traffic lights to change.
“Jeong-won, perhaps we were really never meant to be together…” his face almost turns into a childish pout.
But maybe… In-ji was right.
She was kind, supportive and caring. She would’ve been a great wife. But their marriage started as a contract, Jeong-won never knew her completely.
He never felt the same way he did with you.
“We couldn’t even say ‘I love you’ to each other…” the woman admitted with a sad smile.
Then both turned to look at you.
“Go, explain her everything. And if we see each other again. It’s because we are meant to be friends. But that’s it…” Jeong-won almost felt his eyes turn glassy. But he nodded, gave Noh In-ju a brief kiss on the forehead, and literally started running towards you.
For a moment he thought about
You are still waiting for the green light when you hear him. You spot a cab and make him a sign to stop by you.
“Y/N !” When you look back, you see Jeong-won running, out of breath with his hand waving in an attempt to make you notice him.
You sigh, already feeling stressed out.
“This needs to stop. I can’t take it anymore!” You almost yell as soon as he ends up face-to-face with you. “I know it was just a coincidence and she’s your wife, but it’s not fair. I can’t do this anymore…”
You’re so mentally exhausted that you don’t even notice your eyes tearing up until the cool air makes you aware of the tears.
“Please, don’t cry. If you just let me explain… you and I-“
Boom. You explode…
“YOU AND I, NOTHING!”
It spills out of your mouth. The words even hurt you since you know it’s not true. People around stare but you don’t care.
“This is why I can’t go out anymore. I’m so scared that I will have to see your face again… “ his heart breaks, he can’t stand your tired and hurt tone, your burning cheeks, and your red eyes.
He wants to make it better but doesn’t know how.
“I never wanted to hurt you…” he admits with his broken voice and you find the strength to chuckle. “I will remember that when I’m gone…”
“You’re leaving?” Jeong-won finds himself panicking, already desperate to make you stay.
“If the office approves my petition, yes. I’ll leave in three weeks” his face goes pale. “And even after everything… I can’t hate you, Jeong-won”
Your cab arrives just in time, and you disappear without saying anything else. You don’t even look at him again.
And as the cab drives away, you begin to think about anything else. In hopes of forgetting about everything, starting with his face.
…
2:00 am…
You can’t sleep. It was the following night after a hangover day. Your friends almost cried, pleading you stay at least the rest of the semester. You hadn’t thought about leaving the apartment and all of the good memories built there.
You look through the open curtains at the skyline. The same crystal diving you from the city that once was your lullaby as Jeong-won hugged you and combed his fingers through your hair.
You were so sober that you even questioned if he deserved to explain himself.
What if he was in a bad marriage and he couldn’t get divorced but started seeing you? No… Then why did they look very happy talking to each other the last time?
What if he actually never meant to cheat on his wife but tremendously fell in love with you? No… He still cheated and never told you about it.
But he said he loved you.
And he looked sincere while doing so…
*beep beep*
Your phone makes you touch the ground again.
After hours of being in the dark, the light of the screen blinds you for a second.
Five new messages…
Jeong-won ♡
You never removed the heart beside his name in the contract.
Jeong-won ♡ ׂ╰┈➤
I can’t sleep again.
and not because I’ve taken
the pills again. I miss you like
you have no idea.
I know I hurt you despite not
wanting to. But as I said, it’s complicated.
Jeong-won ♡ ׂ╰┈➤
My first wife and I had issues.
She always wanted to
control me. We almost had a kid,
but we lost it and that shattered my
life once again. So she urged me
to sign a fake marriage, now I see
how twisted and stupid it is.
Jeong-won ♡ ׂ╰┈➤
I was so uncomfortable when this
new woman appeared at my place.
It was already a bad place
and it added up to my neglect. It was
never my intention to cheat on In-ji.
I was only being friendly
that night we met in the club. But the
more I heard you, the more I realized
how lonely I was. It was luck or a fluke
that you were in that burger shop
days after.
Jeong-won ♡ ׂ╰┈➤
I swear to you, y/n, that every
word, caress, and moment I shared
with you was real. Never in my life
I’ve been more sure about
feeling like this. I wanted to tell
you about the marriage, but I
didn’t know how. I thought that
no matter how much I tried to
explain, it would sound terrible.
I was so close to falling in love
with her. But thank goodness
I didn’t, because I would have
settled for so little compared
to you. The marriage contract is
over. That day you saw us together,
it was the first time I saw her
in months. She told me to go after you.
Jeong-won ♡ ׂ╰┈➤
I don’t think it’s enough
explanation. But I hope it’s
enough for you to believe me
when I say I truly love you.
I’m so sure I want to waste as
many years as needed as long as
you forgive me. Please don’t leave,
I need you. Even when I don’t deserve
it.
✓ ✓
You don’t cry, you don’t panic, you don’t even blink. You just lock the phone and set it aside. Your eyes locked on the ceiling as you start drifting off, succumbing to sleep.
…
It could’ve been any other day. But it was raining when you decided to drop the final papers to withdraw from the study abroad program and return home. The apartment was a mess, half of it already packed up inside carton boxes and the other half resting as if nothing was happening.
The decision was not properly made, that was clear.
Your head was a disaster, a swimming mess.
Your life has been quite boring but comforting ever since you entered your teenage years. Never in your wildest dreams, you thought you would be stressing over a failed relationship where the man was married.
Three months after that embarrassing night at the restaurant, you are in a very different place and situation.
The rain has stopped, the sun peaks between grey clouds but the streets are still a wet mess.
You avoid the puddles of water that form across the sidewalk. Your cable earphones get tangled with the bunch of papers in your arms. It’s annoying until you slow down to take them off and hold the papers properly.
You bump into someone. The altercation being a little violent makes you almost fall to your knees, but the stranger holds your shoulders.
And the papers fall from your hands, drenching in the water.
“Fuck…” you whisper, hurrying to kneel, not caring that your knees get wet, you can only save the top papers. You see the hands of the stranger also trying to save them. That’s when you look up at the stranger.
Without a warning you end up smiling, Jeong-won smiles back at the instant. Both of you chuckle.
The half-drenched papers slip from your hands again, completely drowning in the puddle of water.
“Is it too late?” He asks.
“For what?”
“For begging you to stay with me…” your hands snake to grab his. He had a black turtleneck sweater and a jacket hanging over his shoulder. He looked painfully gorgeous.
You think about all those hours you spent re-reading his messages.
“I think you have begged enough” you reply.
Needless to say… you just know it was meant to happen.
Your arms lock around his neck and it’s you the one kissing him. Jeong-won mentally sighs, feeling relieved and renewed.
You can feel his arms embracing you tightly, as if scared you would slip away from him again.
Out of breath, he rests his forehead against yours, witnessing how the pain slowly washed away.
“It’s okay…” you almost whisper, he nods, briefly smiling. “Jeong-won, let's go home”
You knew he understood. Both of you knew home was wherever the two of you were together.
…
The heat was slowly building up. The windows started to remain open all day and night. Jeong-won was slightly stressed out, he had an upcoming trip and was in a mall, outside of a candle store.
His phone was almost burning when he realized the day was indeed hot.
“Jeong-won?” He turns only to encounter In-ji, smiling brightly at him.
“In-ji…”
His ex-wife appeared upon him, looking gorgeous. She looked happy, with her long hair now dyed chocolate brown.
“How are you?” He asked giving her a quick hug. “I haven’t seen you in… a long time”
It had been a year, to be exact.
“What happened with y/n?” She asks straight to the point and Jeong-won chuckles. “Why are you laughing?”
“It was bad… Remember?” In-ji nods, then he points at a woman squatting while looking at candles inside the store.
It was you, wearing a sundress that hunched over the floor. A purse hanging from your shoulder with many keychains. And when you stood up and turned to the side, In-ji noticed your left arm was also busy, holding a newborn baby.
“HAN JEONG-WON, YOU HAD A BABY?” the man starts laughing while nodding. “Oh my goddess! Congratulations!”
“I can’t believe it myself” he admits after accepting the hug In-ji gave him.
It felt nice to see her. She was right, they functioned better as friends.
“It’s a girl, right? What’s her name?” His eyes brightened at the subject.
Jeong-won had a baby with you…
“She has two names. June Iseul” the name of the baby rolled over his tongue and he found himself smiling again.
June Iseul was born in the peak of the winter, weighing and measuring less than expected, with matted raven hair and grey irises that were slowly becoming like yours but shaped just like her father’s.
“That’s adorable!” In-hi admitted, feeling awe at the sight of the baby in your arms, wearing a rainbow onesie.
“And I guess you married her?” Jeong-won huffed.
You never denied how June Iseul had been an accident. She came to slow down your academic career, she also made you gain weight and lose some hair but her arrival amidst winter gave you half a year to recover. You felt amazing and June Iseul was growing healthy.
Jeong-won was happier than ever. He was just a little worried about the reason why they were in the mall. Your parents were slightly mad and very confused as to why you left home being single and a full-time student and you were going to visit them being a part-time student, with a boyfriend and a baby.
Jeong-won was nervous, excited, and eager to marry you.
“Well… happens that y/n doesn’t fully believe in traditional marriage. I’ve asked her on multiple occasions but she keeps saying that we shouldn’t push it yet” Jeong-won admits rolling his eyes, she chuckles, turning her head to see you invested in the newborn section. “She’s very smart”
“She is…” he agrees, joining the chuckles and smiling like an idiot at the sight of you with his daughter.
“Well I didn’t have a baby, but I got married” In-ji revealed, making Jeong-won almost gag.
“What? When?”
“Two weeks ago. I met him in Thailand and… I don’t know. I’m just… very happy” Both smiled, feeling in peace knowing everyone had moved on. “I’m happy for you, Jeong-won. I can tell you are living a dream”
“I’m also happy for you…” both smiled at each other.
…
An hour later, you are done shopping and the most important thing is in your hands; a stroller for June Iseul.
Jeong-won pushed the stroller as both of you walked towards a pasta restaurant.
“It sucks that you got me pregnant before my twenties ended. I should be in the club!” you object, exaggerating. You can hear Jeong-won huffing in disbelief.
“You literally go out to the club every week!”
He was right. Your life pretty much remained the same.
“And that’s one more reason I love you so much”
Even with the arrival of June Iseul, Jeong-won had no problems with staying with the baby while you attended classes or decided to hang out with your friends. He used to have a lot of free time, but now… he found the perfect routine.
“What are we ordering?” He asks, grabbing a menu as you both wait your turn to order and pay.
“You pick the pasta and I want a pizza with truffle oil. What do you say?” You negotiate with a smile.
He gets so lost in your beautiful face that he ends up smiling back like an idiot.
“What?” You ask again, chuckling at his silly face. “Nothing, I just love you so much”
You blush. And before you can say anything.
You hear some coos.
“I’ll order, you pick a table and feed Junjun” Jeong-won reassures you, knowing very well his daughter was demanding and using the silly nickname he had given her.
You take a seat at a secluded table and turn the stroller so you can uncover it.
June Iseul was awake.
“Hello, little blossom” she smiled and it melted your heart. “I know you’re hungry…”
She was very small and soft. She had that baby smell but as her mother, you thought your baby smelled perfectly compared to the others.
She locked her eyes with yours as you breastfed her, not caring about the attention because your back was facing the world, and the table was secluded enough to cover you.
June Iseul’s pale skin resembled her father’s, making her look a little like a porcelain doll. Like the one your friend Jade gifted her from Japan months ago.
The doll was very sophisticated and rested along with some baby books and toys.
“Your father isn’t very good at conversations with strangers, right?” You ask your baby as you pull her out of the stroller and into your chest. Your boyfriend seemed to awkwardly be exchanging words with the woman taking the order. It made you chuckle.
After a long night talking and him telling you every single detail of his life, everything changed.
Just when he got a little house in a modest neighborhood and asked you to move in, you accidentally got pregnant.
What seemed like a challenge turned out to be easier than expected. Jeong-won had been the perfect partner all along.
Ignoring the judgment from your peers in classes after you waddled around campus with a baby bump, everything was perfect.
Also ignoring all the insults you threw to Jeong-won while he held your hand in the delivery room, everything was perfect.
So seeing him come with the receipt of the order and taking June Iseul from your arms to burp her made you realize how lucky you were.
How fucked up things were until they weren’t.
You have a boyfriend begging you to marry him and a perfect baby that looks like him. Both are in wait to visit your homeland and parents for the first time.
The flash of your phone pulls Jeong-won out of his trance with June Iseul.
“Are you taking us a picture?” he asks.
“Yes, you both look so adorable” you admit looking at the screen. June Iseul perfectly locked eyes with his father and you captured it in a picture.
You would print it, use it as your lock screen, and send it to your friends.
Ruby immediately replies in the group chat, then Jade, and lastly Seoun-mi.
Rubz <3 ׂ╰┈➤
DILF + adorable baby spotted!!!!
Jadore ׂ╰┈➤
Is that the onesie I bought her?
June Iseul my baby 🩷🩷🩷
misu :) ׂ╰┈➤
Tell Jeong-won he’s not
holding her neck properly:)
misu:) ׂ╰┈➤
I love her <3
you ׂ╰┈➤
Everyone gets In-N-Out and
animal fries after we come
back to Korea (cold ofc)
you ׂ╰┈➤
For being such a good
trio of aunts 💋
You lock your phone with a smile on your face as you stand up.
“Where are you going?” Jeong-won asks.
“To wash my hands, silly” You lean forward to kiss him briefly and you can feel him smiling amidst the kiss.
It’s inappropriate but since the table is secluded, you feel playful enough to add tongue and have a little touch with his.
And then you remember your daughter is in the middle of you two and had just burped.
“She spilled some milk…” Jeong-won hurriedly says, breaking the kiss.
You chuckle and kiss your daughter’s matted hair.
“Then clean her, Jeong-won,” you say before leaving to finally wash your hands. As your steps grow further, you can hear your boyfriend talking in Korean with June Iseul.
“Your mother is a little spitfire. That’s why I want to marry her…”
There’s an embarrassing smile on your face when you look at yourself in the bathroom mirror.
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Your lips, my lips
Han Jeong-won X Reader
Warnings: smut, penetration (p in v), blowjob, shower sex, mirror sex, kissing, oral (m receiving), gn reader, female anatomy, male anatomy, arranged marriage, no use of y/n, leg humping, fluff.
Word count: 2,5K
A/n: he's so pathetic in this show it hurts my heart
He hates this agreement. He’s against it completely. Or at least he was at the beginning. He was doing it because it meant he had a chance with his wife. But things hadn’t gone as he’d expected. You’d shown up and taken him completely by surprise. He wanted to hate you. He wanted it more than anything and for a while, a small while, he’d convinced himself he did. But it wasn’t the truth. He could never hate you, not truly. You were far too good to him for that to be possible. He was unbearable at times. He knew this of course but you didn’t let it affect you. You’d come into his life as an agreement and turned into something else.
The shower was warm, causing steam to fill the room. He had his head down, eyes closed as he tried to get his muscles to relax. He desperately wanted to fall asleep but he couldn’t seem to. That's why he was here now, standing under the shower head, waiting for his mind to quiet down.
At first the way he behaved had left you irritated. You did a good job of not showing it. This was part of the job, not everyone you “married” was always completely willing. But you’d make it work. You always did.
He doesn't hear you come in, the sound of the falling water dulling the noise of your footsteps. A small chill enters the shower as you open the door to get in but the feeling is gone so quickly he barely registers it. It's only when your hands make contact with his back that he realizes you're here with him. He keeps his eyes closed. A couple of weeks ago he would be embarrassed knowing you’re seeing him naked but it seemed silly now. He's grown used to your presence. Your hands move over his muscles, tracing patterns on his back with a light hand. He can tell you close due to the way the water ricochets off your chest and into his back. Your close enough that he can feel the heat of your naked body, but not close enough to let your chest touch his back.
The first time you touched him had been a couple days after the arraignment had begun. You’d been in an elevator and at the time you didn’t know of his claustrophobia. He’d started breathing heavily beside you and before you even managed to hesitate your hand had gripped his. He’d looked at you from the side of his eye. You kept your eyes forward, not daring to look at him. You weren’t sure if you were crossing some boundary he’d made for himself. But then his grip on your palm had tightened and you knew you’d done the right thing.
Your touch wasn’t meant to be sexual. Even if the two of you were naked you had no intention of giving anything other than comfort. He could sense it of course. The way your hands just skimmed over his skin, never fully touching him but still making him know you were there. For the first time since he’d turned on the shower he opened his eyes. Immediately his gaze fell onto your face. The reflection of it is barely visible due to your smaller frame but still visable due to the angle in which you stood behind him. He watched you trace his back with your eyes, following the movement of your hands. He let a deep breath out, shifting so that he was standing straight. This caused him to back up into you, which lead to your chest bumping into his back. He felt your hands stop tracing him at the sudden contact. You stayed still for a moment before allowing your body to become flush with his. Your head leaned against his back as your arms wound around his frame. He could feel your breasts pushed up against him and although the feeling should have been aroused him all it seemed to do was make him feel safe. You hummed, your body vibrating against his.
“Are you tired?”
Surprisingly he was. He felt like he could fall asleep right here. He shifted around, forcing you to uncling from him. He was facing you now, brown eyes staring down into yours. His hand moved to your cheek, cupping it gently. You gave him a small smile, head leaning to rest on his hand. He’d kissed you before but it had been on impulse. Now he kissed you with tenderness he didn’t know where it came from. You sighed into the kiss, arms moving to wrap around his neck. Something seemed to ignite inside him. Suddenly his gentle hold on you shifted into something else. His arms tugged you flush against his body, his lips moving against yours with unfiltered desire.
The sudden shift had surprised you but you also enjoyed it. Your hands curled into his locks, fingers skimming against his scalp as he backed you up into the bathroom wall. The tiles were cold against your back, causing you to let out a small hiss. The sound seemed to go unnoticed by Jeong-won, his lips never faltering. He breaks the kiss, because he needs to breathe, and you take it as an opportunity to observe him.
His hair is stuck to his forehead, droplets of water covering his face as he stares down at you. Despite the situation he looks at you the same way he always seems to: his eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Before he can stop you you’re sinking to your knees before him. His eyes widened at the action, cheeks flushing red. His hands move to grab onto you in desperation. He wants you, of course he does, but he doesn't want to make you feel like you have to do anything. For all he knows you might not desire him the way he desires you. You sense his hesitation, seeing the way the muscles of his legs clench anxiously. You place a palm on his thigh, eyes never leaving his.
“Relax Jeong-won.”
His mouth is dry as the desert but he manages to speak.
“You don’t have to. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you need to-”
“You didn’t do anything. I want to do it.”
Your eyelashes flutter up at him.
“Can I please suck you off?”
That breaks him. They sight of you on your knees, asking him so kindly to take his dick in your mouth. He can tell you actually want this. So who is he to deny you? He gives you a small nod, far too shy to manage actually saying anything. You smile up at him, inching yourself into a more comfortable position. You give him a small stroke, testing the waters and giving him the chance to back out if he wants to. His breath hitches at the feeling of your hand so you kept going.
The second your lips wrapped around him he had to grip onto the wall. The feeling is indescribable. It’s not like he’d never done this before but it feels so different with you. Your hands hold onto his thighs as you bob your head up and down in a slow pace. You’re not trying to torture him, you’re just giving him a chance to get used to this. Before you know it his hips begin thrusting into your throat. You take it as a sign that he wants more, your hands moving to fondle his balls as you speed up. When the first moan slips from his lips you can’t help but grin. A couple of weeks ago this man wouldn’t even look at you and now here he was, completely at your mercy.
You enjoyed it more than you should.
Jeong-won is trying so hard not to cum too fast. He doesn’t think he can handle the embarrassment of finishing too quickly but the way you're pleasing him is making it very difficult. The way he’s twitching tells you he’s close. The thought of him cumming down your throat is enough to make you move with a new found fervour. Before he can stop himself his hand finds a way to your head, a grunt escaping his lips as he cums into your mouth. His stomach clenches as his orgasm washes through him, eyes closed tight as you milk him dry. Your knees sting as you pull your mouth off him. You stand up slowly, licking your lips as you watch him come down from his orgasm. Jeong-Won’s eyes snap open as his heart rate starts to calm down. His gaze falls on your face immediately, picking up on the swollen state of your lips. He watches you for a moment before crashing his lips onto yours. You whine as he claims your lips, his hands grabbing onto your waist roughly. He wedges his leg between your thighs and you unconsciously grind against him. The action causes an idea to pop into his head. He shifts his knee higher and you keen into his kiss.
“Come on.”
“Huh?”
“Get off on my leg. Show me you can do it.”
You nod dumbly at him, your hips moving against his leg. He can feel your wetness leaking against his skin and he can’t help but groan. Your hands move to grip onto his shoulders, searching for some leverage. Jeong-won helps you out, his hands guiding your hips to move. His lips move to your neck, lovingly kissing the skin. Your head lols to the side, giving him easier access. You're so close to cumming but you need more.
“Jeong-Won.”
His head snaps up at the sound of his name, eyes seeing your fucked out expression. You whine in desperation, hips never stopping.
“I need you to help me.”
“Okay tell me what you need.”
“Your fingers please just, i need-”
“Shhh i got you.”
His hand moved between your bodies until he found you clit. The moan that ripped out of your mouth told him this was exactly what you wanted. He moved with expert precision, his thumb circling the bundle of nerves until your head fell back onto the wall, your thighs clenching as you came.
He was already hard again. It was amazing how you seemed to affect him so much, considering he barely knew you. He waited for you to come back down from your orgasm, trying his hardest to ignore the way his dick twitched against your thigh. You gaze up at him with a blissed out look. He can’t help but smile down at you.
“Fuck me Jeong-won. Please?”
You don’t have to ask him twice. He shifts you off his leg, moving your body with ease. He turns the two of you around so that you're facing the shower wall. You don’t know the reason behind the sudden change but then your eyes catch on your reflection in the mirror and everything clicks into place. He wants you to watch as he fucks you. You hadn’t expected that from him. Not that you’re complaining.
You turn the water off, allowing you to get a clear view of the mirror. Jeong-won positions himself behind you, his hand caressing your ass as he waits for you to get ready. You place your hand on either side of the mirror, eyes meeting his through the reflection as you nod for him to go ahed. He inches himself into you slowly, trying to savour the feeling of your walls around him. Your brows furrow at his size but he mannages to bottom out. He holds onto you for a moment, eyes closed as he concentrates on not blowing his load just yet. You feel like heaven. He starts off slow, thrusting into you at a tender pace. Your body rocks against his movement. You watch him through the mirror, noticing the way he watches his dick moving inside you. You call out his name and he looks at you through the reflection.
“Harder. Go harder.”
And there it was. The words he needed to hear, slipping out of your perfect mouth in what he could only consider a purr. He gave you what he wanted, hips slamming against your ass in rough thrusts. Your mouth opened into a silent moan. Hands clenching aginst the tiles. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, barely concealed by your moans. With every thrust Jeong-won manneged to hit your g-spot perfectly. You could feel sweet beginning to build on your body but it didn’t matter. Jeong-won’s hands moved to grab at your ribs, tugging you up so that his chest was flush against your back. His hands moved to cup your breats, toying with your nipples as he continued to pound into you.
“I’m close.”
“Me too.”
With a few more thrusts he came into you, his hand shifting to rub your clit rapidly as he filled you with his seed. You kined, your head resting on his chest as you gushed against him. The two of you stayed still for a moment, chests moving rapidly as you came down for your highs. Jeong-won moved out of you, causing you to groan at the sudden lack of fullness. He turned you around, pulling you into his chest. You melted into him as his hands caressed you back.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Okay.”
After both of you had managed to wash up you moved over to the closet, tugging on your pijamas before making your way to bed. Jeong-won was already laying down on his bed. Your feet padded against the floor as you made your way to your own bed causing him to look up at you.
“Goodnight.”
You were about to climb into your bed.
“What are you doing?”
You turned around, your knee still resting on the edge of your bed. You knew he was particular about his sleeping arrangements and your didn’t want to asume that just because he’d been inside you mere minutes ago that that meant he wanted to share his bed wth you.
“Going to bed.”
He inched himself to the other side of his bed before patting the now empty space. You gave him a questining glance.
“Sleep here tonight.”
Before you could answer he added.
“If you want to, that is. It would be okay with me.”
You gave him a small smile, making your way over to his bed. He watched you climb up, fluffing your pillow before laying down. You gazed at him, trying to see just how far he was willing to go. He moved closer to you, your noses almost touching. His hand found your waist, tugging you to his chest as he placed a kiss to your lips.
“Good night.”
“Sleep well Jeong-won.”
You nuzzled into him, allowing yourself to enjoy his closeness. He watched you for a while before closing his eyes. Miraculously no bad dreams came that night. Your presence worked as a sort of protective bubble that kept all the bad things out.
THE TRUNK 1.01
