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BOSS

PARING: SEOK-WOO X READER

Summary: You made a mistake by correcting him in a meeting, now you must face the consequences.

Warning: (18+), coarse language, unprotected sex (wrap it before you touch it!), piv, desk sex, office sex.

Working for Seok-woo wasn't easy. He was demanding, punctual, meticulous to the point of seeming like a machine designed for success. Ever since I was assigned as his personal assistant, my days were marked by his schedule. But over time, I learned there was more to it than that. There was more behind his firm voice, more in his silences.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with the elegant bearing of a man accustomed to being obeyed. His always dark, perfectly tailored suits contrasted with his serious, controlled expression. His black hair fell impeccably over his forehead, his lips were straight, and his dark eyes left no room for misinterpretation. He didn't tolerate mistakes, much less disrespect.

And yet, I had done it.

That day, during a meeting with the executives, I inadvertently interrupted him.

—With all due respect, Director Seok-woo, the data you mentioned is from the previous quarter,—I said, concentrating on the reports.

Silence.

His gaze fixed on me. Tense. Cold.

He nodded, barely, and continued with the presentation without correcting me or showing any emotion.

But I noticed it.

And I knew I wouldn't let it go.

That night, the office lights were dim. Everyone had already left. I was finishing organizing some documents when my cell phone vibrated. His name appeared on the screen.

—Come to my office,—he ordered simply. I grabbed the papers and, almost instinctively, the bento box I'd ordered in case he forgot dinner.

I walked to his office in silence, the echo of my footsteps echoing through the empty hallways.

Knock.

—Go ahead! —he said in a low voice.

I walked in and saw him. He was leaning against his desk, his back turned, talking on the phone. He was smiling.

A real smile.

—Of course, honey. Tell Grandma I'll pick you up tomorrow. I love you. —he said, and when he turned around, he saw me. The smile disappeared immediately.

—See you, princess —he added before hanging up the call.

—Here are the documents you requested—I murmured, approaching—. And I brought him something for dinner. I thought… he hadn't eaten.

He nodded without looking at me.

—Thank you.

I turned to leave, but I'd barely taken a step when his hand caught my wrist. Hard. It didn't hurt, but his grip was clear: he wasn't going to let me go.

He stood up, his imposing figure dwarfing everything around me. He walked slowly until my back hit his desk. His body was facing mine. Almost touching.

—Who gave you permission to correct me in front of my managers?

His voice was low. Deep. A whisper laden with tension.

—I… just wanted to help—I said, feeling the warmth of his closeness.

—Help? —His face was dangerously close to mine—. You think that was helpful? You contradicted me. You challenged me. Is that how you want me to see you? As someone who challenges me in front of everyone?

—It wasn't my intention… —I whispered.

He laughed, without humor.

—Always so obedient, so proper… until today. I wonder if you're forgetting your place.

His fingers slid from my wrist to my waist, slowly and deliberately. Then his hands rested on either side of my body, trapping me between the desk and his chest.

—Do you have any idea what you're doing when you do something like that?

My breathing became agitated.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I didn't dare.

—Look at me—ordered.

I looked up. His eyes were a blazing fire.

—When everyone leaves... you know what happens. You know who owns you.

He leaned toward me. His lips brushed mine. Just that. A minimal touch, laden with unspoken intentions. As if he wanted to prove he could take more… but wouldn't. Not yet.

—Don't do that again. Do you understand?

I nodded. Shaking, but firm.

And he smiled. Not out of tenderness. But out of control. Knowing that, even without kissing me, he already had me.

After saying that, Seok-woo picked you up firmly and sat you on the table. His lips sought yours with suppressed desire, but they barely touched your skin before straying to your neck. With determined hands, he opened your shirt and began placing wet kisses on your collarbone, causing you to throw your head back, letting out a sigh heavy with anticipation.

Your eyes searched for his, longing for a kiss that never came. You leaned forward to reach for him, but he stopped, looking down at you with a cocky smile.

—Today you don't deserve kisses —he whispered in a low, deep voice.

A frustrated moan escaped your lips, and he laughed mockingly, caressing your cheek with his knuckles.

—Mmm... don't pout, beautiful.—he added, enjoying your expression.

Undeterred, you began to slowly unbutton his shirt, brushing your fingertips over his muscles. Your lips moved down his neck, placing small kisses as he slid a hand under your skirt. With a determined movement, he pushed your panties to the side and began caressing your clit with gentle, almost tortuous movements.

Your body reacted instantly, clinging to his shoulders as you moaned into his neck, your breath caught in your throat. Seok-woo pulled away to watch your face, reveling in your expression of pleasure. Then, without warning, he slid a finger inside you and began to move with slow thrusts, continuing to stimulate your clit with his thumb.

You held onto him tightly as moans escaped your lips. Your body shuddered, growing closer to climax, and he felt it clearly as you began to clench around his fingers. Just as you were about to cum, he pulled out abruptly, drawing a frustrated moan from you.

—Not so fast —He said with a crooked smile, as he lifted your skirt higher and unbuttoned his pants.

He pulled out his already hard member, stroking himself slowly as he watched you. Then he aligned himself with your entrance and, without warning, entered you in one thrust. You clutched his shoulders with a loud moan, and he murmured in your ear:

—This will teach you not to question me again.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, overwhelmed with pleasure, and you whispered to him between gasps:

—I'm... I'm cumming...

—Oh really? —He replied playfully. At that moment, he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and frustrated again.

A moan escaped your throat. Before you could react, he pulled you off the table, firmly turned you around, and pressed your chest against the desk. He lifted your skirt again and thrust into you again, deeper and faster this time. Your moans filled the room, and he pulled you close and pressed your back against his torso, murmuring in your ear:

—Don't do that again, you hear me?

With your voice barely audible from pleasure, you asked him:

—Will you kiss me again...?

—Yeah —He replied without stopping.

—Okay, boss... it won't happen again...—you gasped, trembling with pleasure.

He smiled and kissed your cheek tenderly, continuing to move inside you. Then, he slid one of his hands down to your clit and began stroking it in gentle circles.

—It's... too much... —you murmured, your body on the verge of collapse.

—You can cum, baby. —he whispered.

And you did, climaxing with an intensity that made your whole body shake. Soon after, he followed with a few last deep thrusts, moaning your name.

Then he turned your face towards his and finally kissed you, deep, slow, as if sealing everything he had just made you feel.

And that night, the city witnessed a silent storm within four walls, where desire, tension, and power intertwined in every breath.

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HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY PEDRO PASCAL! 2nd of April 1975

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DESIRE |Gong Yoo x Reader

Summary: You want a baby and he is willing to give it to you.

Warning: unprotected sex, breeding kink.

It was 1920 in Seoul. Night fell gently over the city, blanketing it with a blanket of tranquility. Inside your home, the soft crackling of the firewood in the kitchen accompanied the aroma of the dinner you were carefully preparing. You had arrived in Korea a few years ago, and although everything had been strange and new at first, this country now felt like home, especially since you married Gong Yoo.

He was the owner of an antique shop, a hardworking man who left early and returned when the sun had already set. His love for objects from the past seemed to be reflected in his calm and thoughtful demeanor, but when he was with you, that seriousness faded away to give way to a warmth that made you feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

You'd only been married for a few months, and every day with him was a new reason to love him more. But lately, a new desire had begun to blossom in your heart. Your friend Ji-Ah had given birth to a beautiful baby boy, and ever since you saw him, you couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to have a baby with Gong Yoo.

The sound of the door opening pulled you from your thoughts.

—"I'm home," his deep, familiar voice announced. You smiled, setting aside your utensils to greet him. He approached you and, without hesitation, took your face in his hands and placed a kiss on your lips, as he did every night when he arrived.

—“Go to the table, dinner is ready,” you told him with a smile.

He nodded, calmly taking off his coat before sitting down. His eyes followed you fondly as you carried the plates to the table. Once the food was served, you sat across from him and asked curiously:

—¿How was your day?

—"Hectic, but good. I sold a beautiful piece of porcelain to a Japanese collector, though it took some convincing.” He smiled proudly. Then, he looked at you and asked, “And you? How was your day?” You took a sip of water before answering excitedly:

—Ji-Ah had her baby today. A boy. He's beautiful. Gong Yoo's eyes widened in surprise.

—Really?

—"Yes," you nodded enthusiastically. "So small and delicate..."

You continued eating, but your mind was still focused on the image of that baby. After the meal, Gong Yoo helped you wash the cutlery as usual. When you were finished, he settled onto his single sofa, flipping through a book he'd brought from the store.

You changed into your sleepwear and, heart pounding, approached him, sitting on his lap. Gong Yoo looked at you curiously, putting his book aside.

—What's happening?

You bit your lip, a little nervous, but you didn't want to keep this to yourself.

—"Seeing the baby... it made me want one," you confessed quietly, seeking his reaction.

For a moment, he said nothing. Then, a crooked smile appeared on his face.

—Oh really?

—Yes. Don't you want one?

He exhaled slowly, looking at you tenderly.

—I never thought about having children… but imagining a baby that looks like you… oh, that would be a dream.

Your heart filled with joy and you couldn't help but smile sweetly at him.

—"So... do you want to try it?" you asked with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Gong Yoo narrowed his eyes, his smile growing.

—“Fine,” he agreed without hesitation.

Without waiting any longer, you kissed him passionately. He reciprocated, deepening the kiss with a new desire blossoming between you. But suddenly, you pulled away and quickly stood up.

—“Let’s go to the room,” you said, holding out your hand.

He let out a low, amused laugh.

—"Come on," he replied, taking your hand.

And together, with laughter and breathless kisses, they ran to their room, letting love envelop them on that night full of promises and shared dreams.

In the bedroom, Gong Yoo quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took off his suit pants. You helped him remove it while still kissing him. He then removed the white sleeveless shirt he was wearing underneath, and your hands ran over his muscles and shoulders as he kissed your neck, causing you to sigh.

With slow movements, he slid the straps of your nightgown off your shoulders, leaving kisses on your skin until you were left in only your panties. Then, he completely removed his pants, leaving you in only boxers and stockings. Impatient, he effortlessly picked you up, tired of having to bend down to reach you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He quickly carried you to the bed and, as he placed you on the mattress, began to leave kisses on your chest and neck. He took one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked it gently, drawing involuntary moans from you. Then he went down kissing your belly and, with a deep voice, he murmured:

—In a few months...

Without giving you time to respond, he moved down to your panties and gently removed them. He parted your legs and, holding them on the side of his head, positioned himself between them. When his mouth made contact with your skin, a stifled moan escaped your lips, causing you to arch your back as your hands gripped the sheets. His name drifted between your sighs until, unable to resist any longer, you climaxed.

He sat up, his mouth still wet and a satisfied smile on his face, wiping his lips with a hand. Although it wasn't the first time he'd done it, you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Gong Yoo moved up on top of you and kissed you again, deepening the contact with passion. As they kissed, he removed his underwear and tossed it to the side of the room. He settled between your legs, aligning himself at your entrance, and stared at you before whispering intensely:

— My Wife...

You smiled at his words and kissed him tenderly. Then, he began to move slowly inside you, setting a rhythm that soon grew more intense. You both moaned into each other's mouths until, with increasing desire, his thrusts increased in speed and depth. Your nails dug into his back, and your gasps mingled with his. Gong Yoo broke the kiss and lowered his face to your chest, capturing a nipple between his lips as he continued his movements. Your head fell back against the pillow, his eyes clouded with pleasure. He smiled at your reaction and let out a satisfied groan.

The peak reached you first, and soon after, he followed, burying his face in your neck as he trembled against your body. Breathless, you both stared at each other before kissing desperately.

—"I like this whole trying-to-have-babies thing," he murmured against your lips with a mischievous smile.

You let out a soft laugh and hugged him close. And so, between caresses and whispers, you fell asleep together.

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Error 404: Your clothes not found: Hacker!Gong Yoo x F!Reader

Summary: Your hacker boyfriend has been distant lately, so you decide to take matters into your own hands to get his attention back.

Warnings: (18+), graphic smut, unprotected sex (wrap him before you touch him!), creampie, piv, cunnilingus.

Gong Yoo has always been meticulous, serious, and organized, but lately he’s been so wrapped up in his work that he’s barely paid you any attention.

You decide it’s time to remind him that you’re a part of his world, too, so you slip into his work area wearing only one of his t-shirts, loose enough to cover you… but not so loose that it hides your intentions. You sit on his lap with a mischievous smile and whisper in his ear:

—“Still busy, love?”

He barely looks up from the screen, giving you a slight smile before continuing with his software. It’s not the reaction you were expecting, but you’re not going to give up either. You lean down and begin to slowly kiss his neck, pressing your lips against his warm skin.

—“You haven’t been paying attention to me lately…” you murmur, sliding your hands down his chest.

Gong Yoo closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying your touch, but he continues to try to concentrate. Seeing that he still resists, you decide to take more drastic measures: you take off his shirt in one movement, revealing the red lingerie you chose especially for him.

When he looks back at you, his eyes scan your body with apparent indifference, though the slight darkening in his gaze gives it away. Frustrated, you frown and blurt out:

—“Pay attention to me, dammit!”

He calmly sets down the keyboard and flashes a lopsided smile.

—“You shouldn’t have touched my computer,” he says in a deep voice.

—“I did it to buy this,” you reply, pointing to your lingerie.

His gaze slowly slides down your body before you take the liberty of straddling him. This time, he doesn’t hold back. Gong Yoo calmly takes off his glasses and sets them on the desk before wrapping you in his arms. With a firm movement, he picks you up, and instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you into the bedroom. His lips find their way to your collarbone, leaving a trail of warm kisses on your skin.

With eager hands, you slide his shirt down his torso, feeling every line of his well-defined muscles beneath your fingers. He responds with another deep kiss before undoing his pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

You can’t help but run soft caresses over his toned abdomen, enjoying the feel of his warm skin against your fingertips. Slowly, you unhook your bra, letting it fall to the floor, and his gaze darkens with desire. He’s quick to lean down to capture one of your breasts in his mouth, playing with his tongue as a moan escapes your lips.

He then slides down to the other, sending shivers down your spine. His mouth travels lower, placing kisses on your belly before removing the last piece of clothing and dipping between your legs.

The first brush of his tongue makes you arch your back and let out a ragged gasp. Still looking at you, he slides a finger inside you, exploring with precision until he finds that spot that makes you shudder.

A second finger joins in, moving in perfect sync with his mouth that never stops playing with your clit. Your hands clutch at his hair, holding him tighter to you, and between muffled whispers, you beg him not to stop.

Pleasure consumes you suddenly, leaving you trembling under his expert touch. With a satisfied smile, Gong Yoo sits up and undoes his boxers, revealing his erection. You roll over on the bed, lying face down, and feel him align himself with you before slowly entering, stretching every fiber of your body with his size.

His thrusts start slow, torturously deep, until his grip on your waist becomes more demanding. With one hand, he grabs a fistful of your hair, tilting your head to the side to whisper in a deep voice:

—“You can’t last even a few hours without my attention, can you? Small and needy…” A shudder runs through your body as you gasp between moans.

—“No… I can’t be without you…” you confess, lost in the feeling of him inside you.

His response is a firm spank that makes you arch even further against him, followed by three more that only intensify your desire.

He pulls out of you suddenly and drops onto the bed, giving you an expectant look. Understanding his invitation, you straddle him and take control, aligning yourself with him before slowly sinking into his hardness.

His hands grip your hips as you begin to move, the rhythm of your hips matching his perfectly. His gaze is lost in the way your breasts move with each swing and, unable to resist, he captures one with his mouth.

—“Tell me about your computer…” you murmur between moans, enjoying the friction between your bodies.

Gong Yoo lets out a laugh between gasps and, without stopping moving inside you, begins to explain about settings and systems, his deep voice making you tremble even more. You feel an intense heat build up in your belly.

He senses it too, and in a quick movement, he pushes you onto the bed and settles between your legs, taking control again. His rhythm intensifies, his skin hitting against yours in an increasingly frantic swing.

You wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him as your nails leave marks on his back.

Your climax hits you again with overwhelming force, making you moan his name as you cling to him desperately.

A few thrusts later, he follows, burying himself deep as his own pleasure consumes him. You’re both left panting, sweaty, tangled up in each other. His face hides in the crook of your neck before he leaves a soft kiss on your skin.

—“That was amazing…” you whisper with a satisfied smile.

Gong Yoo props himself up on one elbow and looks at you with that confident expression that turns you on even more.

—“Who said this is over?” he murmurs before leaning over you again.

And without waiting for an answer, he claims you for himself again.

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Stranger Danger

Part 1

Pairing: The Salesman x Reader

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Helplessness, Manipulation

I think there are no more warnings for this chapter, but so far, I'm sure there will be Noncon in the future. I'm just saying that now already to make sure people who get triggered by that know it.

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Your father always warned you not to get into a stranger's car, but he never mentioned what you should do if you need help and the stranger seems like a good guy.

You remembered your father’s words like a mantra, safe and gentle, but no less stern.

Don’t get into stranger’s cars.

Looking back, you always assumed he saw you as rather silly or slow. He hadn’t warned your sister half as much as he had you. You were weak-willed. You were naïve. You trusted anyone, no matter how many times they fucked you over – your father knew. And yet, he couldn't help you. No one could.

He had been there to protect you most of your life. Many things you never needed to do yourself – take out the trash, build any furniture or even walk to school. He was there to do these things for you, even long after you moved out. You never saw anything weird in it, though you assumed some people might have. Yes, you were a little naïve, silly even when it came to trusting people. But why would you not? Your parents were good people and you grew up in a perfect world.

Of course you weren’t some kind of internal deadbeat. You knew how to cook and clean, you got your school finished and you got yourself a job. It wasn’t like your parents just did everything for you, but you always knew that they were there.

You had always depended on them and you weren’t shy to admit that. You loved your parents.

Your mother was the epitome of motherly love. Whatever it was about, you and your sister came first. She didn’t think about herself, up to point where it got really annoying. Whenever she got something, like a perfume set or a gift card, she’d offer it to you. You and your sister, you had to forcefully make her go and buy something for herself. It was just in her nature. Her own parents had been like that, giving everything to her and her brother, before they thought about themselves and so she simply continued with the cycle.

Your father was a little different – at least his upbringing. His parents hadn’t loved him. Not because he wouldn’t be lovable, no, he had been no more than a little boy. But his own mother was a selfish hag who cared only about herself, leaving him to live with her parents, after she left your grandfather. Your father didn’t have a relationship with him until he was over thirty. He got raised by his grandparents. They loved him, yes, but they simply weren’t his parents.

The devil – how you liked to refer to your grandmother – snuck her way back into his life, right after he got married to your mother. You’d spent most of your childhood watching her eat away at your mother’s soul, keeping her small and belittled every step of the way. So, it was safe to say, your mother was unhappy – but she never took that bitterness out on you.

Your father, surprisingly, turned out to be a good father. Great, even. It was mostly your mother’s influence, but you could the spark of a great person, hidden behind all that suppressed anger.

You and your sister got really lucky with your parents, you knew that and you appreciated it. Appreciated them. You’d spend many nights of your childhood sleeping curled up between them and they never complained. There was always space for you. You had always felt the safest that way, not only as a child, but even as a teenager.

At some point that stopped of course, but you never felt any less safe around them. You had your problems like all families, but one thing was always a priority: your safety.

So, when your father told you to never get into a stranger’s car, you believed him and you listened. It wasn’t exactly that anyone ever tried to kidnap you. You got lucky in that regard as well. But the problem was, you had no idea what exactly would happen if someone did.

Of course you weren’t an idiot and not a virgin, either. You had sex with a few people, most of them regrets. Except for one. Your ex-boyfriend. The only meaningful thing you had ever had or so you thought.

You’d fallen in love with him like people did in movies – quick and relentless.

If he had asked you to die back then, you probably would have. Just to please him. That was how much you loved him. But of course he didn’t take advantage of it, not like that. He was a good person. Your parents raised you well in that regard – you recognized good people. And when you loved, you loved. So, you loved him for years.

But at some point life got in-between you, just like work and everything else – and in the end, you were alone. The love had simply not been there anymore, not in the way you both wished it had. Looking back, you still had no idea if there had been a main reason or many small reasons. Whatever it was - you broke up and now you were alone.

At twenty-five.

Probably not that bad, right?

But to you it felt like you were thirty-five, divorced with five children to raise on your own.

How were you supposed to start anew? Meet someone new?

The thought was almost ridiculous to you. You had never really been alone, it was a foreign concept to you. There were always either your family, your friends or your boyfriend.

But maybe, you thought, maybe you needed a change.

Maybe you needed to be alone, at least for a while. Really on your own.

You needed to face the struggles you had been spared so far. Maybe, you needed to build your own wardrobe. And if it took fucking weeks. Maybe you needed space.

A new space. For yourself. On your very own.

The thought had sounded tempting back in the day, but now, as you struggled to see through the dark, getting lost on Was this even a road? Oh God, had you lost the road? you weren’t so sure anymore.

You couldn’t tell why you had picked Seoul of all places. You hated big cities. You had grown up in a small town, facing the same people every day.

Safe.

Being young, you had hated it and only ever waited to grow up and move to a big city to live the fucking life. But the older you got and the more you understood how the world worked, the less tempting it became.

A small town sounded just perfect.

It wasn’t even really safe there, it wasn’t safe anywhere being a woman. But a big city sounded even more insane.

And yet you thought, that was just the way. Maybe you needed a little excitement, just to get back on track and finally feel alive again.

Being seventeen, life had felt endless. Up to the point where it almost annoyed you. Couldn’t you ever grow up enough to make your own decisions?

But now, being twenty-five and being able to make your own decisions, you had quickly realized: making decisions sucked. Probably not for everyone, but for you it sure did. Because somehow you felt like you always made the wrong ones.

So, you needed something new. A change of color, a new perspective, anything.

You were twenty-five, for God’s sake. But you felt like you were about to die.

So, you quit your job. It wasn’t the most sane decision, probably, but you soon realized you wanted more than the boring life of a retail worker in a small town with no chance at anything new.

SNU.

That was the way.

You’d do something reckless, something entirely insane.

Psychology maybe. Or neuroscience.

You had a great interest in many things, but you never finished anything. You just…existed. You didn’t burn for anything.

Until that one day that you called a landlord in Seoul, the day you sent away your university application…

And got accepted. By both.

Your family was devastated. Seoul wasn’t the end of the world, but sure enough it was far away. Too far to see them every day.

Your mother was especially bad. She had been crying more than you could take and so had you. You had begged and assured that you would come back – you just needed to do this. For you.

Eventually, she accepted it. But you saw the pain in her eyes and it was killing you. Even your tough-as-nails sister had cried. But what stung worst?

Your father.

Your father was a good man and he sure was a good father, but that didn’t mean he was soft. Looking back you had only ever seen him be strong for you. Crying? You had only seen him cry once. When his father died. And he didn’t even cry because of that, no, he cried because he had to leave you and your family behind to go to the funeral. He was only gone for a week, but it had been bad enough. The way he sat by your bed, his eyes red and stinging, in the middle of the night. You were still a kid back then, but the look in his eyes haunted you.

When you told him you would move away, he had protested just as much, but begrudgingly accepted it. That was until the day came.

He stood before you, his hands holding onto your arms just a fraction too tight – and you saw it. His red-rimmed eyes, his concern, his pain.

He was in pain because of you. They all were.

You would never forget that sight.

And yet, you went ahead and left.

They weren’t angry. Only heartbroken. But God, would you have preferred their anger.

Of course your father arranged everything with precision. You, him and a few of his friends had taken your stuff to your new apartment. Your mother had insisted to help you clean it. So, you’d spent days scrubbing and cleaning, while your sister stood-by, shooting you playful glares as she pretended to clean your windows, until your mother scolded her.

The apartment wasn’t big, but it was enough. It was yours.

Covered in paintings you liked and a few things from home you needed to keep you grounded. Family pictures all over of course. Your mothers oven cloths. The blue mug your sister bought you when you were still little. Your father’s black, worn-out jacket. It covered you almost whole and you needed it. You needed it all, because you needed them.

It would have been a good idea if one those times you went there, you had been the one to drive. But of course your father didn’t let you, because he didn’t want to make your life any harder than it was. So, he drove – and you had no idea how to get there on your own.

It wasn’t an all too long drive, only forty-five minutes. You went early enough, by three pm, but you somehow managed to fuck everything up and get lost anyway. So bad, that of course, it got dark outside.

Your life was a tragic comedy.

 It didn’t help that your battery was at fifteen percent. The clever thing would have been to call your father. But you didn’t want to, not yet at least. You didn’t want to be such a baby. And what would you have told him anyway?

Dad, I’m too dumb to read Google Maps. Can you come and pick me up?

He would, of course. But you could already picture your sister making fun of you for the rest of your life. You knew, in the end, she wanted you to be safe as well. But you wanted to make it on your own, just this one time.

But when you heard that God-awful sound, you knew you were in trouble.

Something about the engine wasn’t right, it made these sounds sometimes. But so far it had never smelled like smoke.

The moment you smelled it, you didn’t hesitate to hit the brakes. With wide eyes, you stared at the road ahead of you. No sight of a fucking city, just darkness and you were trapped here.

The panic you felt was unlike you had ever felt before. Everything else had been peanuts, but this was real. A real problem.

Your fingers curled around the steering wheel tightly and you took a deep, shaky breath in order to calm down.

“Fucking shit.”

You reached for your phone, already in dire need of whatever help you could get. So, you did what you had to and you dialed your father’s number.

But he didn’t pick up. Not by the first try, nor the second. Your mother had lost her phone only yesterday and your sister was most likely still at work. And there you were. Trapped.

You stared down at the phone in your hand, your eyes wide and your breath stuttering in your chest.

Should you call the police? And what would you tell them?

Please track my phone, I don’t know where I am and I don’t know how to drive a manual car.

Fuck.

You flinched when you saw the light in the rearview mirror.

Fuck. Fuck.

You were in the middle of the road – if one could call this muddy puddle a road. You quickly reached for the key and turned it in order to take your car to the side, but nothing. You turned it again and still.

Dead.

“Fuck!”

You kept yanking at the key, desperate to make anything work. Your brain was clouded, it was almost as if you suddenly forgot how to start a car. You pushed every button and pedal there was, but nothing happened.

“Oh, no…”

Your grip on the wheel tightened and you looked into the mirror again. The car behind you was waiting, almost patiently. You couldn’t see the driver, but your panic was making you nauseous.

You raised a hand as if to symbolize your apology – that you were doing your best. But still nothing.

You fumbled for your phone again, calling your father countless times.

“Pleasepleaseplease- Fuck!”

Your fingers were trembling.

Oh God, this was so embarrassing.

You looked into the mirror again. No honk to be heard. Whoever there was behind you was more patient than you were, because you began to hit your phone against the wheel, as if that would help you, anyway. You tugged on your hair and released a frustrated shriek.

“Fuck!”

It was only then that you saw it. A movement in the corner of your eye. His form approached your window in the darkness, gently tapping his knuckles against it. You flinched so violently, that he immediately took a step back. His eyes widened and he held up his hands, as if surrendering.

You stared at him like a madwoman.

Fuck. It couldn’t get any more embarrassing than this, right?

You swallowed and rolled the window down the tiniest bit. You could never know.

“I’m sorry.” You croaked out. “It won’t start. I’ll be gone in a minute, I promise.”

“It’s okay.” The man’s expression softened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He raked a hand through his dark hair and looked back at his own car, before he met your gaze again. “What happened?” He suddenly frowned. “And what’s that smell?”

You sighed deeply and slumped back against the seat. “I don’t know. I just now smelled it and it won’t start. I don’t know what to-“

You felt a lump in your throat and you quickly forced your gaze away. Of course you’d end up crying to a stranger, the one time you tried to make it on your own.

He exhaled a slow breath. “It’s okay.” He said in a soft tone. “Take your time. I’m not in a hurry.”

His voice was so gentle and reassuring that the lump passed. You took a deep breath and tried to start the car again, but still nothing. You shot him a helpless look.

His expression was a mixture of concern and mild amusement. Not in a mocking way, the situation was just so…ridiculous. You couldn’t blame him.

“I could try, if you want me to.”

You bit your lip and glanced back down at your phone. What were the facts? It was dark and he was a stranger. But what else? You were alone and trapped. So, if you didn’t want to end up here all night…

You eyed him almost imperceptibly. He was a handsome man, maybe in his late thirties or early forties. He was wearing a suit and a mild smile. He didn’t exactly look like the axe murder type.

He caught your gaze and his expression softened further.

“I could also call the car service, if you’d prefer that.”

No. He wasn’t the murderous type.

But you didn’t want to cause more fuss than necessary.

You clutched your phone in one hand and your home keys in the other. One key between each finger, just like your father showed you. Then you shook your head.

“Maybe you could get it to work.” With a soft click, you opened the door. He took a respectful step back as you got out. Once you stood you realized he was even more handsome close-up. He was also much taller than you, but he didn’t really seem like the intimidating type. You took a step back, allowing him entrance.

He slid into the driver’s seat with a gentle elegance. He adjusted a few settings, before he tried to start the engine. The motor roared, but nothing more. And that burnt smell only ever got worse.

He crinkled his nose and shook his head. “Did that ever happen before?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think so. It’s my father’s old car, so I’m not sure.”

He nodded. “Can I take a look?”

You shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He slid outside and circled the car. With a soft click he opened the bonnet. You used the moment to check him out further. He looked like a business man, probably on his way home from work. He didn’t wear a ring though. You had, at least, expected a wife. Would have made him less of a danger, right?

Maybe he was divorced.

Maybe he was a single father and his bitch wife left him and the children behind.

You decided to go with that story. That made you feel less uneasy. He was a good person, in that case. Working hard and taking care of his poor children.

Your focus quickly shifted back to the car the second you saw the smoke rise from under the hood.

“What the-“

“It’s okay.” He said immediately. “Cars don’t just explode. They only do that in movies.” He shot you a reassuring smile, though his forehead was still crinkled in a small frown. “I’m pretty sure it’s only overheated. Do you have any coolant on you?”

You stared at him with wide eyes, that one look enough to give away how helpless you were.

That made him smile, but only halfway.

“That’s okay. Maybe your father keeps it in the trunk? I’ll go take a look.”

With a soft sigh, you watched him circle the car again and open the trunk with ease.

“Oh, are you moving?” He called over as he caught sight of the last few items you were carrying from home, like a few backpacks, a computer and a plant you would, no question, end up killing anyway. But your mother insisted you took it with you.

“Yes.” You said hesitantly. “I’m moving to Seoul.”

“I am from Seoul.” He said calmly, as he rummaged through the things in order to find something helpful. “You’re quite a bit off the road here.”

His words sent an unpleasant shiver down your spine. You couldn’t stop yourself from asking. “And what are you doing here then?”

You knew how stupid it sounded, almost accusing. But you couldn’t help it. You still heard your father’s voice in your head. A quick glance down at your phone showed you that still no-one had called back.

He pulled his head back and regarded you with an understanding smile. “I work not far from here. You might even have passed by. It’s actually impossible to miss. A great, grey building complex with a stallion up front. We sell Mercedes cars.”

You thought back to it and indeed. You remembered the horse.

“That’s where you work?”

He nodded. “Unfortunately, I’m not as good at repairing cars as I am at selling them.” His smile softened and he quietly closed the trunk. “I don’t have any coolant on me either, I’m afraid. That’s my company car, not my private one. It’s mostly to show off.”

That made your own expression soften. “No, no, that’s not your…I’ll call my father.” You were already dialing again. But, fucking shit, he didn’t pick up. He always picked up his phone and today, of course, he didn’t.

He stood opposite you and looked at you curiously. “Will it take him long to get here? I wouldn’t want to leave you here alone. I can wait with you, until he arrives.”

You looked down at the phone in your hands, a soft sigh on your lips. “It might take him a while. I just moved out today and I was hoping…” You looked at him with a tilt of your head and a careful smile. “I was hoping I would make it at least a day without having to call him.”

His expression softened even more, loosening his handsome features into something you really enjoyed looking at.

“I understand.” He murmured. “Listen, I could have the car service here within a few minutes. I will gladly pay for it.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and your head snapped up. That was a really generous offer and you simply didn’t expect it. Maybe it wasn’t really necessary to keep your guard up all the time. Maybe not all people were bad. Though your father did make it sound like most of them were.

“That’s very kind, but I cannot accept that. But thank you. Really. I’ll just…” You shrugged and smiled again, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’ll just call my father. It’s not that big of a deal.”

He regarded you with a thoughtful look and you suddenly realized, he must think I’m stupid. If I want to call my father, why am I not already talking to him? Fuck, because he isn’t picking up his goddamn phone.

Before you could say anything more though, he spoke up. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you know, I could just take you to the garage.”

When you didn’t answer at first, he shrugged. “I don’t have any coolant, but I sure do have a tow bar.”

The thought of getting this done without your families help sounded tempting, but the thought of getting in his car still made you feel uneasy. No matter how nice he was being, he was still a stranger – and you knew what those could do. You had watched enough documentaries to know everyone from Jim Jones to Richard Ramirez.

“I…”

He held up his hands again. “No pressure. As I said, I’ll gladly wait with you until your father arrives.”

You took a quick glance at your phone and bit your lip. It was almost six. Until your father arrived, it would be at least seven. And you already heard your sister’s voice in your head.

I knew you couldn’t make it on your own. Silly little thing, moving to Seoul.

She had pulled you out of trouble more than once and she had never shut up about it. Eventually, you looked up to meet his gaze again. “I don’t want to be any trouble.”

He smiled at that. Soft. Reassuring. Almost trustworthy.

“I promise you, you’re not. I’m not exactly a knight, but I wouldn’t forgive myself if I left you here like this.”

A few moments later, you finally gave in.

How bad could it possibly end? After all, he had the ghost of a wife and his poor children at home, right?

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COWBOY: GONG YOO! X F!READER

summary: Their constant disputes over the delimitation of their lands led them to a moment of weakness in which, between insults and pushing, they found themselves devouring each other.

warnings: MINORS ID (18+) language, graphic smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you touch it!), creampie, piv.

The sun burned over the vast lands of the Gong family, painting the fields in a golden glow. In the distance, the silhouette of a lone rider loomed against the horizon, moving with the dexterity of someone who had been born and raised in the saddle. Gong Yoo, the eldest son of the Gongs, walked forward with his usual hardened expression, the brim of his black hat shading his sharp eyes. His worn leather boots banged against the stirrup with every movement of the horse, his frown signaling that he was in a bad mood.

And he was right to be.

In the distance, right on the line where his lands ended and those of the Lees began, he saw a familiar figure: a short but imposing woman, mounted on a black steed, staring at him boldly. Lee Y/N

—Damn you, Gong Yoo! —she shouted, making her horse trot a few meters ahead.— I told you not to put a single pole on this part of the land!

Gong Yoo sighed heavily. That woman's mouth had no rest.

—“And I told you that this fence goes here, Y/N,” he replied in a deep voice, dismounting in a single agile movement. He took off his leather gloves and tucked them into his belt. "It is my father's order. If you want to argue, do it with him."

—Your father is a stubborn old man, just like you,— she snapped, dismounting with a speed that made it clear that she was not a fragile lady. His dark leather riding jean shook in the wind.—I won't let you steal more land than you already have.

—"We're not stealing anything, woman," he responded with forced patience."But if you want to fight, go ahead".

Y/N, without hesitation, threw a punch straight at his shoulder. It wasn't the first time they had fought, and he knew it. However, this time, instead of moving away or stopping her, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him.

—Let go of me, you bastard,—she mumbled, struggling, but Gong Yoo only held her tighter.

—“Stop making a fuss,” he murmured, his face inches from hers.—"If they see us together like this, they're going to get suspicious".

Y/N trembled. Not from fear, but from rage. But also something deeper. Something they never said out loud.

Since that day, when they were younger and found themselves arguing near the river, their relationship had changed forever. She remembered it clearly: him yelling at her to stop meddling in his affairs, her throwing a rock at him that barely missed his arm. Gong Yoo, furious, had cornered her against a tree. His words, as always, turned into insults until neither of them could remain silent anymore. They didn't know how or when, but their mouths met in a kiss as furious as their hatred.

After that, there was no turning back. From that day on, every time they argued, every time they saw each other on the outskirts of their land, they ended up the same. Between sighs and hurried caresses, tangled in the grass or in the abandoned cabin that only they knew, among the shadows of the forest. They never talked about what they did. They never mentioned it afterwards. According to them, it wasn't love. But the problem was that they couldn't stop doing it.

—“I'm going to put up the fence, Y/N,” he said firmly, returning to the present. "I don't care how much you scream".

—You're a fucking Gong,— she spat, but her voice sounded weaker than she intended.

—"And you are a stubborn Lee".

They remained silent. They were both breathing heavily, as if they had just run at full speed across the field. Y/N clenched her fists. I knew what was coming next. The same as always. Gong Yoo let go of her, but instead of walking away, he brought a hand to her chin and forced her to look at him. Y/N felt like her heart was beating too fast. She hated the way he looked at her. She hated how her body responded to him without her being able to stop it.

—"See you at the cabin," he murmured.

And without further ado he let her go and mounted his horse. Y/N stood there, cursing him with her mouth but not her heart.

Hours later, as the sun began to set behind the mountains, the small cabin on the hill became their meeting point once again.

His lips were already on yours before he registered what was happening, his hand settling around her waist pulling her towards him as the two of them tore each other's clothes off.

Y/N stepped away for a moment, panting. Without saying a word, he quickly hooked his hands behind her knees and wrapped his legs around her waist, securing her firmly against his chest before slowly lowering her onto the cabin bed, his hand moving down to her butt and giving it a gentle squeeze.

His hair was messy as he fumbled with his belt buckle to unbutton his jeans, slide them down his legs, and kick them to the ground.

Y/N's fingers played with the buttons of her jeans as she began to undress as well. He could see a tent forming in his boxers, and he found himself struggling to wait as she finished removing her clothes until she was stripped to her lace lingerie and climbed onto his lap and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

A low moan escaped his chest, his hands holding her hips down over his crotch to get some sort of friction.

He sighed, letting his head fall back on the bed as Y/N began to move her hips she still wanted to torture him some more, she could tell he was impatient and eager to feel her.

—"Do it now," he said with a hoarse voice.

She smiled and didn't hesitate to pull the crotch of her panties to the side and float above him momentarily before finally sinking.

A low moan escaped his chest, small gasps falling from his mouth as he held her gaze with his own, his hips slowly falling into a comfortable rhythm onto her lap. The grip around her waist grew tighter, his fingers digging into her skin, sure to leave a mark.

—“Fuck, you feel so good,” he told you, as his hand moved up her back to pull her closer to him, his forehead falling on her collarbone as he continued to move. The heat of his skin enveloped her, increasing the pleasure that was growing ever greater in her stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair and gave it a good tug, earning a moan in his chest.

Breathless and overwhelmed by the man beneath her. Her hips began to lose control as he secured his muscular arm around her and began ramming his hips into her, fucking her into oblivion as she began to feel her high take over.

—Don't stop,—she said between lascivious moans. Her words seemed to push him over the edge, his pace stopping as he stood up from the couch with her legs still wrapped around him and laid her down, before beginning his movements at a faster, harder pace.

—"Do you like it when I fuck you like that?" —he growled in her ear, pressing his body against hers with so much passion and lust that her brain was foggy. He could feel her heart pounding against her chest, her pleasurable moans invading her brain. Y/N's hands clawed at his toned back, her nails tracing his skin and leaving red marks in their wake.

—God, I'm going to cum,— she moaned, and her head fell back onto his shoulder.

His hips slamming into hers recklessly as the two of them reached their point together as one, a feeling of euphoria exploding in their breasts mixed with their cries of pleasure.

The warm feeling of his release filling you left you entranced, the sticky substance beginning to ooze out of her and stain the inside of your thighs.

Her hips began to calm and her chest began to rise and fall heavily, tired and pleased as she lay beneath him lazily.

—Shit,—Y/N laughed softly, stroking Gong Yoo’s firm bicep, which was next to her head, with her fingertips.

He looked at her with a wide smile and heavy eyes, half-lidded with fatigue and pleasure. She had never seen a more beautiful sight than him in that moment: his bare chest, his dark hair, his warm skin against hers. Something he hadn't even allowed himself to dream about. Gong Yoo let out a low, hoarse laugh.

—"Yes," he answered in a low whisper. —"Fuck".

I felt the need to tell him everything. To confess to her that he was fucking lost for her, that since the first time he saw her at the Lee ranch, with that defiant attitude and those eyes shining with rage, he had not been able to get her out of his head. That every time he touched her, her world shook. But I wouldn't do it. I shouldn't have. Y/N leaned in slightly and rested her palm on his cheek, running her thumb along his jawline.

—“We should definitely argue a lot more often,” Gong Yoo murmured with a lazy smile. She smiled sideways.

—Yes,—she whispered, running soft caresses over him face.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, tangled in each other's warmth, until Y/N sighed and moved her hand away.

—I have to go,—she said quietly, although she didn't really want to.

Gong Yoo looked at her for a moment before nodding.

-"Alright"

They separated slowly, each dressing without rushing too much. There was a strange calm in the air, as if what they had just done wasn't some dirty secret, but something as natural as breathing. Y/N adjusted her shirt and put on her hat, while he adjusted his and stretched his muscles before opening the door.

Night had already completely fallen, covering the field with long shadows and the murmur of crickets. Y/N climbed onto her horse, as did Gong Yoo, and they looked at each other one last time before saying goodbye.

—Until next time, Gong Yoo.

—Until next time, Y/N. Without further words, each one took their way back.

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When Gong Yoo arrived home, he dismounted silently and let one of the workers take his horse to the stable. He walked with a firm step towards the entrance, but as soon as he set foot inside, his mother's voice stopped him.

—Where were you? —Mrs. Gong asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gong Yoo kept his face impassive and calmly took off his hat.

—"Riding through the lands," he answered simply.

His mother looked at him for a moment, searching for any sign of lying, but finally she just sighed and nodded.

—Go rest. Tomorrow there is work.

—"Yes, mother".

Without further ado, Gong Yoo walked up the stairs and entered his room, closing the door behind him. He fell onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, a fleeting smile on his lips.

✦ ✦ ✦

Y/N dismounted near the stable and walked to the main house. As soon as she stepped foot on the porch, her older sister intercepted her with her arms crossed.

—Where were you?

Y/N hid any hint of emotion on her face and shrugged.

—Strolling.

Her sister frowned, but did not insist.

—Tomorrow dad will want us to check the cattle early. Don't sleep late.

—I know.

Without waiting any longer, Y/N entered her room and closed the door carefully. He leaned his back against the wood and exhaled slowly.

Tomorrow they would be enemies again.

Tomorrow they would fight again.

Tomorrow they would look for excuses to cross each other's paths.

And at some point, they would find a way to see each other again.

As always, no promises. No confessions. Just the touch of their bodies and the desire hidden in the darkness.

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THE CALL: Han Jeong-Won x Fem!Reader x Fem!Reader~Epilogue

Summary: Your arrival would change everything, even if Jeong-Won didn't know it yet.

The park was filled with children's laughter and the soft rustle of leaves moving in the spring breeze. Han Jeong-Won was sitting on a bench, holding his baby in his arms.

Little Min Seo, with rosy cheeks and dark curls, looked at him with curious eyes as he spoke to her in a low, silly voice.

—"You know, MinMin?"he whispered, rocking her gently. —"Your dad used to be a very boring and grumpy guy. Nobody could stand it."

The baby made a little noise, as if she were about to laugh. Jeong-Won smiled.

—"But then your mom arrived, like a whirlwind, and changed everything. It was difficult at first, but…” he paused, gently kissing her daughter's little head, —“now I have everything I never thought I deserved".

He looked around the park, watching the families enjoying the sunny day. He remembered the dark years in which he had felt empty, broken. Love seemed like something meant for others, not for him.

But then there was Y/N. His Y/N with her carefree laugh, her stubbornness, her way of entering your life without asking permission and staying forever. Thanks to her, I had learned to love, to trust, to want to be better.

The baby began to move her small hands, as if demanding his full attention.

—"I'm sorry, MinMin. I know I talk too much," he laughed. —"But seeing you reminds me that it was all worth it".

At this moment, he saw Y/N walking towards them from the drinks stall. She carried two cold glasses in her hands, her yellow dress fluttering in the wind. Her smile was radiant, and just seeing her was enough for Jeong-Won to know that he had arrived at the right place in his life.

When Y/N arrived, he handed her one of the glasses.

—¿What were you two doing? —she asked amused.

—“Just talking about important things,” Jeong-Won replied with a soft smile.

—Oh, yes? Like what?

— "Like I'm the happiest man in the world," he said without hesitation.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her expression softened.

—You say it as if you didn't know.

Jeong-Won looked at his daughter and then at Y/N.

—"I know it now. And I don't ever plan to forget it".

As Y/N sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder, Jeong-Won knew he had found his home.

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THE CALL: Han Jeong-Won x Fem!Reader~31

Summary: Your arrival would change everything, even if Jeong-Won didn't know it yet.

Warnings: female reader, pregnancy, age difference(unspecified), allusions to sex.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the luxurious hotel on the Italian coast.

The soft murmur of the sea accompanied the quiet moment as Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting the elegant blue dress that fell just above her knees.

—How does it look on me? —She asked, turning to Jeong-Won, who was sitting on the bed with a serene expression. He looked her up and down, with a soft, warm smile.

—"You look beautiful," he responded without hesitation.

Y/N snorted in amusement, caressing her rounded belly.

—I think I would look even more beautiful if it weren't for this huge belly,—she joked, pouting exaggeratedly in front of the mirror.

Jeong-Won gave a low laugh, got out of bed and walked over to her. Without saying anything, he leaned down slightly and pretended to cover the baby's "ears" across Y/N's belly.

—"Don't talk like that," he said in a falsely indignant tone. —"You might get offended".

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, feeling how Jeong-Won's love for her was reflected even in those silly gestures.

—“It's okay, baby, don't mind mom,” Jeong-Won continued softly, gently caressing her belly. —"You are perfect".

—How dramatic you are,—Y/N mocked, although her gaze was full of tenderness.

— "I'm just being honest," he replied, putting his arms around her. —"But if you ask me, seeing you like this... with our family growing inside you, you've never looked more beautiful".

—If you keep saying things like that, I'm going to cry,—She warned with a shaky smile. —“Don't worry,” Jeong-Won whispered. —"I will be here for every tear, laugh and every moment that comes".

Y/N's heart raced, her chest rising and falling with a mix of emotions. For a moment, she thought about leaning into his warm embrace, but something in those words ignited something different in her, an unexpected spark she couldn't ignore.

—When you're this tender... you turn me on.

Before Jeong-Won could process her words, she gently pushed him onto the bed. His surprised laughter filled the air as his back hit the mattress.

—"Y/N...?"

—Don't talk,—she ordered playfully, climbing on top of him while her knees rested on either side of his body. —Just let me kiss you.

Without waiting for a response, her lips found his, deep and full of intent. Jeong-Won slid his hands around her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss intensified. The heat between them became palpable, each caress filling the air with pent-up desire.

She smiled against his lips, enjoying the soft chaos she had caused.

The barriers quickly vanished, leaving them immersed in unrestricted love. Between sighs and breathy laughter, the outside world ceased to exist, being replaced by the intimacy of his surrender in that quiet room.

When it was all over, Y/N rested her forehead against Jeong-Won's, both breathing heavily.

—You should definitely be cute more often,—she murmured, still smiling.

—"If this is what happens, I'm going to take it seriously," he responded between laughs, holding her even closer to his body.

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THE CALL: Han Jeong-Won x Fem!Reader~30

Summary: Your arrival would change everything, even if Jeong-Won didn't know it yet.

Warnings: female reader, piv, , age difference(unspecified), fainting, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of contraceptives.

It was a quiet Sunday morning, and the house was filled with warm sunlight streaming through the windows. Y/N moved around the kitchen, preparing coffee like every day.

The soft aroma filled the air as Loki, her faithful little dog, rested at her feet, while Momo and Cockie ate the food she had just given them. Jeong-Won, still disheveled from sleep, appeared in the kitchen doorway with a sleepy smile.

Since they had finally confessed their love, their days together were increasingly sweeter and full of small displays of affection.

—"Good morning, love," he murmured, approaching to kiss her forehead.

—Good morning,—Y/N responded with a soft smile.

But before she could say anything else, a pang of dizziness forced her to put a hand on the counter. Her vision blurred briefly, and in a clumsy attempt to keep his balance, he dropped the cup in his hand. The sound of breaking glass echoed throughout the kitchen.

—"¡Y/N!"—Jeong-Won exclaimed, running towards her as Loki barked in fear.

—I'm fine... I just got a little dizzy,— she said weakly, though her pale face told a different story.

Without answering, Jeong-Won gently took her by the shoulders and guided her to a chair.

—"Don't move," he ordered in a firm voice, but his concern was evident.

He knelt down to carefully pick up the pieces of the broken cup, making sure she was safe from any danger.

When he finished, he quickly washed his hands and returned to her side, crouching in front of her.

—"This isn't the first time, is it?"—he asked with a frown. Y/N looked away, uncomfortable.

—Well... I've been feeling a little weird for a few days now, but I thought it was just stress.

Jeong-Won didn't seem convinced.

—"Let's go to the doctor. Now,” he said with determination.

—There's no need, really...

—"I'm not going to discuss this with you, Y/N. You worry me,” he said softly, taking her hand.

She sighed, knowing there was no point in resisting when he was so determined. A couple of hours later, they were at the clinic, waiting for the results of the tests the doctor had ordered. Y/N nervously drummed her fingers on her lap as Jeong-Won, without saying a word, slipped his arm around her shoulders and gently pulled her close. It was not enough for him to give him verbal comfort; He needed her to feel his support. —“Everything will be okay,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her hair, as Y/N leaned into his chest, finding peace in his closeness.

The doctor finally returned with a smile on his face.

—'Well, Mr. and Mrs. Han...I have good news. Congratulations, you are expecting a baby.' Silence filled the room for a moment.

Y/N blinked, surprised, while Jeong-Won seemed to need a moment to process what he had just heard.

—"A...baby?" —he repeated, incredulous.

She blinked, stunned.

—Sorry? —he managed to say, with a nervous laugh—That can't be possible.

The doctor raised an eyebrow, curious. —I'm taking birth control,— she explained quickly. There was no interruption, so... it's not possible.

The doctor tilted his head, as if he was waiting for that answer. —'Do you remember that I recently prescribed antibiotics for your cold?'

She nodded slowly. —'Well, antibiotics can reduce the effectiveness of oral contraceptives. It is quite common, although many people do not know it.'

Her heart stopped for a second. —What? —she murmured incredulously, as if the words made no sense—. Are you telling me that...?

—'That's probably what happened,' the doctor confirmed with a reassuring tone.

She stayed silent, her mind spinning in every direction, processing the information. Jeong-Won, for his part, gently squeezed her hand, his eyes shining with a mixture of amazement and something deeper, more intense.

—"So... we're going to be parents," he said, his voice full of contained emotion.

When they left the clinic, the cool air hit their faces, but neither of them spoke immediately.

—"¿Are you ok?"Jeong-Won finally asked, his voice soft.

—I think so… I'm just a little… shocked,— Y/N admitted, laughing nervously.

He stopped, gently turning her towards him.

—"We're going to be fine. The three of them,” he said with a smile that, although it contained some nervousness, also reflected pure happiness.

—“Well, the 7 of them counting Lokie, Momo, Cokie and Kiki.

Y/N smiled as tears filled her eyes.

—I love you, Jeong-Won,—She whispered.

—"And I love you," he replied, leaning down to kiss her tenderly.

As they walked back home, hands clasped and hearts filled with new emotions, they knew their story was just beginning.

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[pascalislove]

THE CALL: Han Jeong-Won x Fem!Reader~29

Summary: Your arrival would change everything, even if Jeong-Won didn't know it yet.

Warnings: female reader, piv, , age difference(unspecified), creampie, sex on the couch, unprotected sex.

A few weeks later, it was a quiet afternoon at home, but the atmosphere was far from serene for Y/N.

After days of feeling feveris (and not just from the recent cold) her body seemed to have lit up with an urgency that not even she could explain.

Since they had confessed their love two months ago and decided to continue with their marriage, something between them had changed: the passion was constant, intense and completely uncontrollable.

Jeong-Won was sitting on the couch, reviewing some work papers, completely oblivious to the storm that Y/N felt growing inside her. She watched him stand from the living room door, noting how his white shirt fit around his shoulders and how his steady hands turned the pages of a document. Desire invaded her strongly.

Without much thought, she walked towards him and before he could ask what she was doing, she straddled his lap.

—“Y/N…” he murmured in surprise, his eyebrows furrowed at the interruption, but with a spark of interest in his dark eyes.

—I want you,—she whispered, leaning down to kiss his neck, her soft lips leaving a burning trail on his skin.

Jeong-Won let out a low sigh, his control beginning to crumble. In one swift motion, he dropped the papers to the floor and grabbed her waist, pulling her even closer.

—"You're very bold lately," he commented hoarsely, his breathing already accelerated.

—Does it bother you? she asked, her lips brushing his in silent challenge.

—"Not at all," he responded before taking her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

Time seemed to stop as Jeong-Won's hands explored her back, slowly moving down to her hips. The couch creaked under the weight of their movements, but neither of them paid attention. Y/N felt the heat wash over her completely, the fever of desire consuming any trace of the cold she had felt during her cold a few days ago.

They took off their clothes urgently, they couldn't stop kissing and touching each other, when he finally entered inside, she began to bounce on top of him, until he realized that she was starting to get tired but he quickly grabbed her hips and began to thrust into her, they both came moaning into each other's mouths and when they finally fell on the couch, with the room filling with the echo of their labored breaths and their bodies intertwined, Y/N knew that something had changed. Maybe it was the intensity of the moment or the way Jeong-Won looked at her, as if he never wanted to let her go.

Unbeknownst to both of them, that afternoon would be the beginning of something much bigger: the life that was beginning to form within her, the fruit of a love that, against all odds, had been reborn to stay.

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[pascalislove]

THE CALL: Han Jeong-Won x Fem!Reader~28

Summary: Your arrival would change everything, even if Jeong-Won didn't know it yet.

The call came in the middle of the afternoon, interrupting Jeong-Won's work in the studio.

—'Mr. Han, your marriage contract is about to expire,' the agency's professional voice reported. —'We wanted to know if both of them have decided to end it or continue together.'

The question left him silent for a few seconds. His life with Y/N had changed everything; spontaneous laughter, light conversations, and warm nights were no longer part of a simple agreement. They were his reality.

—"I'll talk to her about it," he answered in a controlled voice, although his chest felt tight at the possibility of losing her.

That night, when he got home, he found her in the living room, petting Loki and Momo while the television played some random program. Jeong-Won put his backpack aside and cleared his throat.

—"We have to talk," he said seriously, sitting down next to her. Y/N looked up, her eyes bright, but her expression turned solemn. —I know,— she replied, as if she had anticipated the conversation. —In fact, I wanted to tell you something.

He waited, his heart pounding.

—I think we should finish this,— Y/N said, her voice firm, but her lips trembled just perceptibly.

The words hit him like an unexpected storm. Jeong-Won felt something inside him break.

—"Why?"he asked in a whisper, his voice breaking. She didn't respond immediately, looking away. —It's the best, don't you think? —she added, although his eyes watched him cautiously.

The silence spread like a thick fog until Jeong-Won lowered his head, unable to hold back the tears that filled his eyes.

—¿Why are you crying? Y/N asked, surprised to see him so vulnerable.

—"Because... because I love you," he confessed, his voice choked. —"I don't want to lose you, Y/N".

She opened her eyes in surprise, feeling her heart race. Suddenly, all seriousness disappeared from his face, giving way to a mischievous smile.

—It was a lie,— She said softly. I don't want to end anything with you. Jeong-Won raised his head, stunned.

—"What?

—I wanted to see how you would react,—Y/N admitted, laughing nervously. —I needed to make sure you wanted to stay with me too.

Relief and love mixed in his chest. Without a second thought, he wrapped her in a tight hug, burying his face in her neck.

—"Don't do anything like that to me again," he said hoarsely. —"I felt like my heart was broken".

—I promise I won't,—Y/N whispered, stroking his hair. —But, in case you don't know... I love you too, Han Jeong-Won.

And in that hug, they knew that their love no longer needed contracts or conditions. It was just enough to be together.

This story does not follow the plot of the series, tell me if you like it and if you want me to tag you in the chapters🫶

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