dom!박건욱 x fem!sub!reader
warnings: slight size kink, light dom/sub dynamics, manhandling, strength kink, play fighting, slight praise kink, light roughness, very slight consensual non-consensual vibes
16+ only | nsfw under the cut!!!
You didn’t even remember how the play fight started — maybe you were teasing him about something dumb, maybe you poked at his ego one too many times — but now you were flat on your back on the bed, wrists pinned above your head, with Gunwook straddling your hips.
His breath came fast, laughing, strands of hair falling into his eyes as he smirked down at you. “You give up?”
You wriggled under him, pretending to fight, but honestly? You were already too distracted by how his hands felt around your wrists, how his body pressed into yours just right, how his knee nudged between your thighs.
“Gunwook, you’re heavy—” you mumbled, biting your lip.
His grin shifted, slow, dangerous. “Heavy? Thought you liked it when I’m heavy on you.”
Fuck. Your whole body heated up, squirming under him for a totally different reason now. His fingers tightened on your wrists, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you feel owned, and his hips pressed a little harder into yours.
“Say you surrender,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded, voice low.
You opened your mouth — to protest? to tease? you didn’t even know — but the only thing that came out was a shaky little whimper.
His smirk deepened. “That’s what I thought.”
Without warning, his lips crashed into yours, hard and hungry, and you gasped against his mouth as his grip shifted — one hand still pinning your wrists, the other sliding down your side, over your waist, gripping your thigh to pull it around his hip.
“God, you’re so fucking hot when you act like you’re gonna win,” he groaned against your neck, dragging his teeth lightly over your skin.
You bucked under him, breathless, feeling his size, his weight, the way he completely caged you in.
Your brain fuzzed out, thoughts dissolving into heat and need as his hand slipped under your shirt, fingers tracing fire over your skin.
Every little grind of his hips made you feel dizzy, mindless, aching.
“Surrender yet, doll?” he whispered, voice all rough and teasing.
“N-no—” you tried to choke out, but he swallowed the sound with another kiss, deep and filthy, rolling his hips just right to pull a broken cry from your throat.
The fight was long over.
You’d lost the second he pinned you down — not that you minded.
Gunwook’s mouth brushed against your jaw, soft at first, then hungrier, nipping just enough to make you gasp. You were already squirming under him, the feel of his weight pressing you into the bed, his knee nudging your thighs apart, every little shift making heat flood through your chest.
His hand slid down, teasing over your waist, fingers slipping under your shirt — slow, like he had all the time in the world. You arched up, a shaky breath falling from your lips, feeling your pulse race as he trailed his touch along your skin, chasing goosebumps.
“Still wanna play, hmm?” he murmured, breath hot against your neck, voice dipped so low it made your stomach flip.
That’s when you felt it — the way his hips rolled, slow and deliberate, grinding down just enough to make you keen. You clutched at the sheets, wrists still pinned, brain short-circuiting as the teasing turned heavier, rougher, hungrier.
You weren’t sure when the begging started — when the soft gasps turned to little pleads — but Gunwook’s chuckle rumbled low against your skin, and he rocked his hips again, dragging a whimper from your throat.
And then, suddenly, his hand was slipping lower — undoing his jeans, tugging at yours, the sound of zippers and breathless curses filling the room.
Your head spun, heart pounding so loud you almost didn’t catch the rough edge in his voice.
“Spread those pretty legs for me, sweetheart.”
You barely had time to register the words before he was there — thick, hot, pressing against you, the blunt head teasing at your entrance.
“God, you’re so fucking ready for me,” he groaned, dragging himself slowly through your folds, making you shiver.
“Please,” you gasped, hips bucking, feeling like you were dangling over a cliff.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmured, lining himself up.
And then, with one slow, deep push, he sank into you — stretching you open, filling you completely, making your breath catch and your back arch as you clung to him, shaking, nothing but shaky gasps and broken sounds spilling from your lips as Gunwook set a slow, deep rhythm — grinding into you like he had all the time in the world, pulling out just enough to make you feel every inch when he pushed back in.
“God, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby,” he groaned, forehead dropping to press against yours, sweat-damp hair brushing your skin.
You whimpered, legs trembling as you wrapped them tighter around his hips, desperate to pull him closer, deeper.
“Can’t—” you choked out, head tipping back, “Gunwook, I—”
“Shh, I know,” he murmured, voice thick with praise. “You’re doing so good for me. So good, just let go, baby, I’ve got you.”
His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding that sensitive spot, rubbing slow, firm circles that made you sob out his name, hips jerking up into his.
“That’s it,” he rasped, kissing along your throat, nipping at your pulse point, “give it to me, pretty, let me feel you fall apart.”
The heat built fast, coiling tight in your belly, your nails digging into his shoulders as your whole body clenched around him, dizzy with the way he filled you, owned you, made you his.
And when you finally broke, shattering under him with a breathless cry, Gunwook cursed low and rough, hips stuttering as he chased his own high — thick and hot inside you, hips pressing deep as he spilled everything into you.
You were shaking, gasping, feeling every aftershock as he held you through it, big hands stroking your sides, soothing you, grounding you.
“Fuck,” he breathed, dropping little kisses along your cheek, your jaw, your temple. “You’re unreal… so fucking perfect.”
You let out a weak, breathless laugh, burying your face in his shoulder as he chuckled, wrapping you up tight in his arms.
“Don’t think we’re done yet, baby,” he murmured, voice a little smug now. “Gonna make you cum on me again.”