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moonlbabe2 · 2 years ago

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✧˖°This has my whole heart ✧˖°🌷📎⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Forever is a long time: C. Guesung

Pairings :: college! Guesung x college! reader

Summary :: Guesung is a well-known soccer player among the students at your university- the college's heartthrob also. So after a one-night stand and then falling pregnant, you both realize that you may be glued to one another for a while.

Warnings :: Unprotected sex (always keep it safe out there), hair pulling, biting, scratches, semi-public, use of nicknames (baby, princess, baby girl), accidental pregnancy, oral (both receiving), in the shower

Songs: Moonlight - Kali Uchis, Locked out of Heaven - Bruno Mars

Bambi's notes: After I procrastinated for the longest time, here she is! The first section of smut isn't much but believe me, as this goes on, it gets...wild lol. There is also a change in the story's premise as I decided it needed a change. As per usual, the ending is lowkey sucky. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Reblogs / Comments are appreciated and encouraged!

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One night stands aren't new to college students, yet to you, they were.

"Fuck, hold onto me"

You held onto Guesung's shoulder as he carried you into his room, kicking the door closed behind you both as your lips melt into each others. You couldn't really pin point how you ended up making out with your university's top soccer player and now in his bed, but you didn't mind. He was hot and he wanted you, so why not give into it tonight?

Guesung helped you strip down as his lips moved around the newly shown skin, his hands haphazardly tossing away the fabrics as he pushed you back onto his bed before he did the same. He leaned down to kiss down your thighs as he pushed slowly into you, both of you far too horny for one another to even prep. "Fuck, Y/N, you're so tight and wet for me, baby," you let your arms wrap around his shoulders as he began to pump himself into you, his own hands gripping your thighs as he continues to fuck you. Even though you both didn't know each other, it felt like he already knew your body so well as he continued to fuck you, his lips pressing against your sweet spot as he moved in you.

To you, nothing can ruin this moment.

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"That is correct, miss Y/N: You are two weeks pregnant."

You stared at your doctor in shock as she hands you her clipboard, showing that you are in fact, two weeks pregnant. You couldn't help but grip the clipboard, trying to figure out how the hell you were going to be a goddam mother while in college. You felt your eyes begin to fill with tears as you tried to comprehend how your life was now changing. Your doctor offered your a kind smile before she asked "Do you have any idea of who the father may be?"

You slowly met your doctor's eyes as your mind flashed back to the bed you were in two weeks ago, your lips covered with his as his hips met yours. The night that you felt the best you ever did during sex also seemed to be the night that you became pregnant with his baby.

Guesung's baby.

You knew it was right to tell him, but you felt nervous to do so; he was the top soccer player at the university and you didn't want to ruin his life plans as you had heard he had plans to go pro. However, you knew you couldn't hide this baby from him as the baby was his. You gathered your courage after class one day to make your way to the practice felid where you knew the soccer team practiced, rehearsing the words in your mind as you watched him run up and down the felid. How would he react? Would he be mad and want nothing to do with the baby?

Guesung soon spotted you from across the felid as he gathered his things after having a successful practice. He felt his lips move into a smile as he noticed you, remembering you from two weeks ago. He jogged over to you, his smile fading slightly as he noticed your worried face. While you both had only had a one night stand, he still didn't like seeing you upset. "Hey, Y/N, are you alright?"

You were shocked he even remembered your name, gripping your backpack's strap before saying "we need to talk, Guesung"

At your tone of voice, he nodded, telling his teammates that he'd find them later before walking with you away from the field to a nearby diner. He ordered some burgers and fries before sitting down across from you in the table you chose in the back of the place. It was secluded from everyone else, which made him feel even more worried about what you had to say. You accepted the burger before meeting his eyes, seeing the care in them for you. You sighed before deciding to get it over with, saying "I'm pregnant, Guesung. And I know it's yours because you're the only person I've slept with in a while and-"

"Pregnant?" Guesung looked at you in shock as processed your words, then realizing that the baby was in fact his. He was going to be a father, if you didn't want to get rid of the baby. You nodded, trying not cry as you could feel your anxiety rise up at his shocked expression. "I know you don't want to raise this baby so I'll see to it that you never see me or the baby again-"

Guesung cut you off again, this time by placing his hand over yours to comfort you. His thumb rubbed the back of your hand, his voice calm as he met your teary eyes. "Y/N, I don't mind helping you raise this baby. Making a baby is a two person effort which included me. Plus, I've always wanted to be a father." You felt comforted by his smile, words, and touch as he intertwined his hand with yours. "We'll do this together, Y/N, I promise. One step at a time, one day at a time. For now, let's eat then we can discuss this more in detail later."

You nodded, taking a bite of your burger as he continues to meet your eyes with a smile. You slowly felt all of your worries fade away as you both ate, happy that he wasn't going to just up and leave you for this.

Maybe everything would be alright.

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"But what about going pro? Do you think you still can?"

You leaned back in the bleachers as Guesung licked his ice cream, his arm resting beside him as he nods. The sunset added a beautiful light to the moment as you both enjoyed your ice creams, trying to figure out your new lives together. "I think I still can go pro, lots of soccer players have families at home. Plus, I'll make good money for the both of us." You nodded at his words, knowing how well soccer players get paid. Now that you knew you had his support, you didn't feel so scared about raising the baby. He looked over at you, admiring how you looked in this light before saying "I think you'll make a great mom, Y/N. I think the two of us can do this."

You smiled at his words, thanking him softly as he moves a bit closer to you, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. The kiss was slow as you both smiled at the taste of each other's ice cream on your lips before he cupped your face, kissing you deeper as he slowly opened his mouth so your tongue could meet his. The kiss picked up in pace as both of your tongues met before Guesung picked you up, carrying you to the locker room below the bleachers. It almost felt like deja vu from how he was carrying you into the locker room, his feet kicking the door closed behind you both before he pressed your back against the door, his lips moving down your neck as his hands move to grip your thighs. He softly moaned your name as your nails dig into his back, his own hips rolling into yours as he grinded against your soaking core as his teeth nipped at your neck, his tongue moving over the bite marks as he says "you're mine, princess. If giving you my fucking baby didn't prove it, than these marks will"

You gasped as he moved down your body, placing you on top of his shoulders as he moved to his knees in front of you, his hands pushing up your skirt as he kisses your clothed pussy, practically drooling at the idea of getting to eat you out. Guesung softly apologized before his fingers moved to your panties, ripping them apart at the wet spot before he instantly dove his tongue in as his hands tossed away the fabric, his hands moving back to your thighs to stop you from slipping from his shoulders. You tossed your head back as he practically fucks you with his tongue, lapping up your juices as he moans your name, praising your taste as you can't help but wrap your legs around his head. Since you and Guesung were both too horny to even think about foreplay, he didn't get to taste you, but now that he was he didn't know how he could ever live without the taste. "You taste so fucking sweet, princess. I could fucking drown in here, fuck"

You gripped his hair as you grinded against his face, his tongue moving deeper into you as he helped you do so, his nose rubbing against your clit as he focused on making you cum on his tongue. As you felt your stomach tighten, you tossed your head back against the wall, whining out his name as he sped up, momentarily removing his mouth from you to push in two fingers into you, curling them as he looked up at you. "Cum for me, Y/N, that's it. Give me everything you got in that sexy body of yours. If you cum hard enough, I'll even fuck you nice and hard" Your body came instantly at his words as he curls his fingers, watching as you arch your back from the wall. Guesung can't help but smirk at how fast you came from his mouth and words, moving you to a nearby shower. You looked at him through your dazed expression as he turns it on, leaning against the outside of the shower as he begins to strip down, his eyes staying on yours as he enters the shower before leaning against the door frame. "I went to practice before dinner, so I need a shower and you made a mess all over yourself. Come in here, princess"

You soon caught on to what he wanted, carefully stripping down before stepping into the shower behind him. He shuts the door behind you both, moving you to face the now closed door as he moves behind you, his hands slowly moving down your body as the water wets you. "Place your hands on the door, princess"

His hands gripped your hips as your hand tried to find purchase on the shower door, a loud smack now echoing through the locker room, making you jump. Guesung smirked at your reaction, rubbing the area he had spanked before slowly pushing into you, moaning at how wet you were for him, your pussy sucking him in even though he was pretty big and thick. He gave you a moment to adjust before his hips began to meet your ass in a fast rate, the water only acting as a lubricant as he tries to move deeper in you.

"There we go, baby, nice and hard, just for you, fuck! Isn't this what you wanted? To have my thick cock deep inside your needy and sweet fucking pussy until I cum inside you again? Gonna cum so much that you're belly will be swollen with it and my fucking kid"

The loud sounds of not only you both moaning but from Guesung fucking you filled the empty locker room, even spilling a bit outside if anyone walked by. The idea made you clench around him, only making him groan louder before picking up one of your legs, his hips now pistoling inside of you as you felt your climax rush over you suddenly, Guesung's own doing the same at the feeling. You closed your eyes as you felt his warm cum fill you up, his chest now resting against your back as he slowly lowered your leg back down so he could properly hug you. After a brief moment of silence, Guesung chuckled "well if you weren't pregnant before, you're surely pregnant now"

You hit arm as you laughed, wincing as he slowly pulled out of you. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder before helping you to move under the water, washing both of your bodies before he held you close saying "After class tomorrow, let me take you out on a date. I know we kinda skipped some steps but I really like you, Y/N." You nodded tiredly against his chest, smiling as you felt him press a kiss to your forehead.

Even though you both did skip some steps, you still couldn't be happier

~~~~~

"Sorry for coming home so late from practice, baby. I did get your taco bell, though"

You sat up in your bed as Guesung entered your dorm room, holding your taco bell order and his gym bag. He handed it to you before sitting down next to you, massaging your stomach gently as you took a bite of your food. Despite both of your school schedules being hectic, Guesung still made sure to stop by your dorm at least once a day to check on you and the baby. He also tried to get your cravings whenever he could, wanting to make this as comforting and easy for you as possible. After he showered, he returned to your dorm, sitting down next to you while you did your homework. You decided to try and finish your degree, despite being so tired. You were already almost done, so why not go ahead and finish it?

Guesung of course supported you, as that was the type of boyfriend he was. As you studied, Guesung laid on your lap, speaking to your belly with a smile on his face, his wet hair tickling your thighs as he spoke to your baby. "Ah hello there, it's daddy again. I had another game tonight and scored big, so I know you and mommy are so proud of me, right?" You smiled as he spoke, running your hand through his hair, making him smile. He soon placed a kiss to your thighs, slowly kissing up your body to your lips, making you laugh softly. He smile against your lips, kissing you again before he shoved away your textbook, officially claiming your attention. You let your hands move down his broad shoulders, taking in all of his muscles as you did so. He kissed you lovingly before he pulled from your lips, looking at you with heart eyes, which made you laugh. There was something about how he was looking at you that not only made you fall more in love with him, but turned you on. He was so caring and sweet with you that all you wanted to do was take care of him.

"Y/N, baby, what are you-" Guesung looked at you shocked as you pushed him back so he was sitting down before you began to untie his sweatpants, eager to taste him. Guesung had become used to your random need for him, which he thought was just hormones going crazy. You had so far given him oral while he was driving you to and from an appointment, when he took you with him when the team was traveling, and more. As you successfully remove his hardening cock from his pants, he closed his eyes, deciding to enjoy this. He wasn't complaining, of course, sometimes doing extra things for you just for you to take him in your mouth, like you're doing right now.

"That's it, baby girl, take me all down your throat, just like that" He sighed as you let him move down your throat, bobbing your head as Guesung tried to focus on you. He groans loudly as you moved faster, licking his lips as you continue to wet his cock. "Gag on my cock, Y/N. Let me hear how much you enjoy sucking my cock. Can't fucking live without it now, can't you? You're so addicted to the taste, huh?" Guesung moans loudly as you gag around his cock as it twitches in your mouth, the only warning you get before he cums down your throat.

As you slowly remove yourself from his softening cock, he takes a deep breath at the sensation. "I think I got really worked up because of your mouth, baby. I don't think I've ever cum that fast" he chuckles, resting his head against your bed as you wipe his cum from your lips. You smile before resting your head against the bed as well as Guesung cleans himself up, pausing as you feel your stomach move. You move to grip his hand, placing it on your stomach as the movements move to where his hand is. Guesung's eyes slowly well up at the feeling, leaning over to kiss your stomach before rubbing it, trying to hide his emotions as feels the kicks once more.

You couldn't help but smile at his reaction, feeling happy to have someone that you are sure will love your baby unconditionally. "Mommy and I will love you forever, little baby, and forever is a long time" You laugh softly at his words, making him look up at you with a smile before kissing you lovingly.

"And I mean that, Y/N. I'll love you and our baby forever." You smile, nodding before kissing him again as you enjoy the moment.

~~~~~

"Cho Guesung! Cho Guesung!"

You smile as the stands scream your husband's name, your daughter cheering his name equally as loudly as he bows to the fans. Being in the world cup has always been Guesung's dream, so to be there representing his country with you and his daughter in the stands made him feel even prouder. As the game ends, you and your daughter make your way to the locker room where the team was, Sunny immediately picking up your daughter as the team surrounds her excitedly. You smile as you watch them interact, your smile then growing as you feel Guesung's arms wrap around your waist, placing a kiss to your shoulder.

You lean back to his body, closing your eyes as you hear your daughter playing with the teammates. Even though this has been a long time coming, and lots of trouble has happened, you, Guesung, and your daughter are surviving and thriving. When your daughter sees him, she immediately runs to her father, giggling as he holds her in his arms as you watch with a smile on your face as Guesung holds her daughter. "Let's go back to the hotel, yeah?" You nodded, going with Guesung to the hotel before helping your daughter get ready for bed.

Once your daughter is asleep, you and Guesung sit down on the patio before you give him a small envelope, watching with a smile on your face as he opens the envelope. It takes Guesung a few moments to realize what you gave him as he pulls out a picture, squinting his eyes before he realizes what you just gave him.

"Y/N...you're pregnant again?" You nodded as Guesung's eyes well up, rushing to hug you as your hold back your own tears. Guesung always wanted a family and now he had it with you and your daughter, but now with your second child on the way.

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apcomplexhq · 2 months ago

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✦ Nome do personagem: Ryu Kiyong. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Cho Gue-Sung - Jogador de Futebol. ✦ Data de nascimento: 05/11/1997. ✦ Idade: 27 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Resiliente, determinado e protetor. ✦ Defeitos: Autodestrutivo, desconfiado e impaciente. ✦ Moradia: Elysian Fields. ✦ Ocupação: Proprietário da Atlas Gym. ✦ Bluesky: @EF97RK ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Costuma ser reservado, mas seu passado no futebol e algumas polêmicas envolvendo seu nome fazem com que isso seja difícil. É relativamente tranquilo, desde que respeitem seu espaço e, principalmente, o de seu filho.

TW's na bio: uso de drogas e menção à overdose. Biografia:

Assim como muitas crianças ao redor do mundo, Kiyong teve sua vida salva pelo futebol.

Nascido em Daejon, cresceu na pobreza, filho de mãe solteira que dava seu suor e sangue para sustentar dois filhos, Kiyong não tinha grandes esperanças para seu futuro. Se imaginava trabalhando desde muito cedo, e assim o fazendo até morrer.

Por isso, foi uma criança rebelde, amarga, crescendo rápido demais de uma maneira triste. As notas eram sempre vermelhas – se importava mais se iria conseguir comer naquele dia. Amigos, não tinha. Muitas vezes foi suspenso por bater em um ou outro que tentava a sorte o xingando e descobria que o prêmio era um nariz quebrado. Aos doze, parecia mais ter dezesseis, assim como as companhias erradas com quem ele andava. A rua o ensinava a sobreviver o dia a dia enquanto a escola se preocupava demais com um amanhã que ele não conseguia imaginar.

Aos treze, a chegada um novo professor de educação física trouxe uma mudança significativa. O Sr. Cho não se abalava com a rispidez do menino magrelo que sempre o respondia. O que via nele era um líder, que brilhava quando uma bola tocava seu pé, que tornava-se outro em campo.

Kiyong costuma dizer que aquele professor era três vezes mais teimoso que ele, e ninguém nunca havia conseguido esse feito.

Sr. Cho convenceu o moleque a participar do projeto social fundado pelo time de Daejon, o Daejon Hana Citizen Fc. Daí para frente, Kiyong descobriu sua paixão pelo esporte e, finalmente, conseguiu imaginar um futuro para si. Até que, aos 16 anos, engravida sua namorada. Estava disposto a largar tudo e ficar ao lado de Mihee, não querendo que a menina passasse pelo mesmo que vira sua mãe passar. Voltou a imaginar-se trabalhando até morrer, e agora com um filho para criar.

Ao mesmo tempo, não se sentia tão derrotado. Estava ali a oportunidade que ele tinha de ser o que o próprio pai não foi: um bom homem. Começaram a sonhar juntos. Ia ser difícil, mas eles iam conseguir!

No entanto, ela não resistiu ao parto do pequeno Sangki.

Ao mesmo tempo que a maior tragédia de sua vida acontecia, Kiyong recebia uma proposta que garantiria sua futura carreira: jogar na divisão sub-17 do Jeonbuk Hyundai Motors FC. O garoto precisava aceitar. Sangki precisaria de um pai que, ao menos, pudesse garantir que sua vida seria confortável em algum aspecto; e era só aquilo que ele poderia oferecer.

Sua carreira deslanchou a partir disso. Aos 22 anos estava jogando na Europa, em grandes campeonatos. Aos 25, até fora convocado para a seleção coreana. O dinheiro que recebia era mais do que o suficiente para sustentar o filho, que era criado pela mãe de Kiyong.

De início, parecia ser um jogador exemplar. Não participava de noitadas, não se envolvia em polêmicas, treinava como nenhum outro, era reconhecido como um dos melhores até pelos rivais.

Mas não era o suficiente.

Kiyong nunca teve, de fato, um pai; o homem viveu alguns poucos anos com a família, tendo um relacionamento conturbado com a mãe de Kiyong. O odiava com todas as forças por ter abandonado novamente sua família quando a irmã nasceu; por tê-lo feito amadurecer na marra e tornar-se o “homem da casa”; por nunca tê-lo procurado, nunca. Imaginava que o velho já estivesse morto, senão certamente viria atrás quando visse o filho na televisão. Toda noite, Kiyong se perguntava se seu próprio filho não se sentia assim. Se não se perguntava onde estava o pai, e por que não visitava.

Ao mesmo tempo, as memórias eram doloridas. Sentia-se culpado pela morte de Mihee; se tivessem se cuidado mais, se ele tivesse feito algo diferente! Tudo de bom que ele tinha, deixava um gosto amargo em sua boca. Ela merecia viver aquilo, ele não.

No fim das contas, por trás do grande artilheiro, tão amado pelos torcedores, estava uma fraude.

Kiyong sempre teve contato com drogas. Era o que todo mundo em sua volta acabava procurando para fugir de uma realidade indesejada - fosse a pobreza ou as cobranças da vida pública. Ele costumava ser o mais responsável de seus amigos. Usava o que precisava - bebida, cigarro e maconha - e rejeitava qualquer coisa que sentisse que não podia controlar tão bem. Mas agora, longe da família e com anos de ódio por si mesmo vindo à tona, não queria mais aquele controle.

Até hoje, não nega que a sensação de poder ser apenas um jovem inconsequente pela primeira vez em sua vida era libertadora. Deixou-se levar. Drogas, bebida, sexo. Depois, treinos e mais treinos, campeonatos e taças. Ignorava ligações da família, mentia sobre fusos horários e sobre a vida que estava levando.

À noite, vinha o vazio.

Mais drogas, mais e mais, para preencher aquele buraco em seu peito. Até resultar em uma overdose. Por sorte, o amigo com quem dividia o apartamento o encontrou a tempo. Os meses seguintes foram marcados por visitas a hospitais e a reabilitação.

Para os torcedores, a imprensa e sua própria família, estava tratando uma lesão séria e precisaria ficar os próximos meses afastado. Mas os meses se tornaram um ano, e nenhuma notícia da volta do atacante.

Largar seu sonho parecia irreal.

Porém, ao ver o rosto preocupado do filho pela tela do celular, perguntando se o pai havia se machucado muito e se voltaria para a Coréia para que pudesse cuidar dele, Kiyong sabia o que devia fazer. Por mais que houvesse lutado uma vida toda para se tornar jogador de futebol, havia algo muito mais importante que ele precisava ser: um exemplo para seu filho, um bom pai, um bom homem.

Agora, aos 27 anos, Kiyong está de volta à Coreia.

Havia comprado uma casa em Acropolis anteriormente, tendo vivido alguns de seus melhores meses por ali. Buscava conforto, mas também uma maneira de viver longe da vida pública e da correria, e o condomínio parecia o lugar perfeito para isso. Circunstâncias o levaram para longe, mas por pouco tempo.

Retornava então com o filho e a irmã.

Ainda batalhando com seus problemas internos, seus vícios e tentando reconstruir o que restou de sua vida, seu maior objetivo é cuidar de Sangki, que passou a morar com ele esse ano, e dar uma vida confortável à irmã, a qual o vê também como uma figura paterna após ter sido criada pelo irmão.

Kiyong tem um único sonho: se tornar digno de ser chamado de pai.

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