woongiez

[woongiez]

🍓Lovers Rock

🧺 a park gunwook x reader fic // lowercase intended // cw: fluff, kissing // wc: 345 // not proofread

💋a/n: heres a little something inspired by lovers rock, since it’s a good song and i need it injected into me

you sit with gunwook in your room, looking at the stars by the window. it’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, with music playing from your laptop and your family chatting in the background. he came over to see you, but your family was over as well. not wanting to overwhelm him, you invited him to your room instead. neither of you are speaking, simply just enjoying each other’s company.

you turn to look at gunwook, who’s still looking out the window. he’s perfect. his sharp jawline yet soft cheeks, his thick eyebrows, his plump lips, soft hair, everything. you look at him as if he was a piece of art in a museum. so sacred, so special.

you decide to break the silence, by asking him a question. “how many girls have you kissed?” you ask, looking down at his lips before looking up again. he turns around, a bit surprised, but answers your question. “very few.”

you get closer to him and grab his hand, as you lace his fingers together with your own. “but you offered me a kiss… why?”

he smiles. he puts one hand on your face, and pulls you in. with both of your noses touching, he answers “such a foolish reason, im afraid. i just… wanted to kiss you.”

with that, he locks his lips with yours. it’s a passionate yet gentle kiss. he’s always kissed you like his heart depended on it. but this time, it’s different. he’s kissing you like it’s the last time he’s ever kissing you. your tongues meet, fighting for dominance. this goes on for some time, neither of you wanting to pull away from each other.

finally, you both pull away. panting and looking at each other while smiling, you burst into giggles. he pulls you into his lap, and wraps an arm around your waist.

“i love you, thank you for being with me.”

“i love you too.”

you sit in silence once again, this time with smiles painting your face. you relish the moment, feeling happy and contented.

[woongiez]

ml <3 please elaborate on the headlock point from bf gunwook i’m going insane 😩

hiiiii, gladly because honestly im so obsessed with gunwooks arms 😟

imagine laying on your side, hugging his arms to your chest with your head tugged over his shoulder, running your fingers over his skin. gunwook talking to you about a game he recently started playing, explaining it to you in the most detailed way not realizing that your mind kind of drifted off. and who can blame you when you have his thick arm under at your fingers, feeling how goosebumps form every time you lightly scratch your nails over his skin.

“you could honestly put me in a headlock and i wouldn’t mind”

you’ve never seen your boyfriend going silent this quickly, his mind spinning as he looks you dead in the eye. he’s honestly already imagining the filthiest things, you on all fours in front of him, our ass jiggling as he thrusts into you with a brutal pace before gently wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you against his chest. his lips finding your shoulder, biting down slightly and flexing his bicep every now and then, his pace faltering as he feels you twitch around his cock.

i feel like gunwook would normally be a bit quieter in bed? letting out harsh breaths and little groans rather than actually moaning. not in this scenario though, the way he has control over your breathing in the most primal way (+ knowing you trust him enough to let him have just that) will drive him absolutely crazy, that combined with the way you’re desperately grinding back into him while you’re almost drooling on his arm - yeah he’s moaning and whimpering into your ear. let him come inside and he’s the happiest man alive.

“gunwook” you giggle, slapping his chest lightly as you eye his growing bulge “i was just joking damn”

lets just say he would not be having that, he needs this scenario to become true and it would not take a lot to have you think the same. + he’s strong enough to flip you over and have his way with you

[woongiez]

✦ INTIMATE HORIZONS ┊ GUNWOOK

001. PAIRING , virgin ! gunwook × virgin ! afab reader

002. SYNOPSIS , gunwook and you have been dating for years. despite your deep connection, the topic of sex has always been awkwardly avoided. both virgins and nervous about messing things up. but one night, you decide it’s time to take that step together.

003. WARNING(S) , virgins, clumsy and imperfect sex, kisses, boob play, nipple play, clit rubbing, first time, NSFW, MDNI, mentions of premature release, protected sex, a little dirty talk (?), etc, lmk if i missed anything.

004. WORD COUNT , 2k

♫︎ REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED

The storm outside was a symphony of chaos, the heavy rain drumming a frenzied rhythm against the windowpanes, each droplet a tiny drumstick pounding out a primal beat that seemed to echo the fervent tempo of your heart.

You sat across from Gunwook, your breaths coming in soft, uneven gasps that mirrored the tumultuous weather outside. Your heart raced beneath the thin fabric of your blouse, and your chest rose and fell as your eyes drank in every inch of him.

Gunwook's hands, large and gentle, were clenched on his thighs, his knuckles turned white from the force of his grip. His eyes, dark pools of emotion, darted from your face to the curves of your body, and back again, a silent conversation passing between you.

Your fingers toyed with the fabric of your top, the pads of your fingertips tracing the delicate fabric, as if seeking the courage to reach out and touch him. You watched Gunwook's lips, full and soft, as he spoke, memorizing every word that passed between you.

“May I...?” Gunwook's voice was barely a whisper, his words laced with hesitation His eyes met yours.

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak. His touch was warm, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, his thumb gently brushing against your pulse. He guided your hand to his chest, his own heartbeat a rapid drum against your palm. “I’m nervous,” he confessed, his voice low.

You could feel the taut muscles beneath his shirt, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. His eyes were locked onto yours, his expression a mix of vulnerability and desire. You slid your hand upwards, your fingers tracing the line of his collarbone before wrapping around the back of his neck.

He leaned in, his eyes fluttering closed as he neared your lips. “I've wanted to do this for so long,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. Your lips met, a soft, hesitant kiss that quickly turned into something more.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You could feel his heart pounding in a steady rhythm against yours, his grip tightening as he traced your bottom lip with his tongue. His touch was electric, sending tingles down your spine that made your head spin.

You gasped as he broke the kiss, your chests rising and falling in sync. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated with desire and a hint of mischief. “Shall we continue this inside?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper as you responded, “Yes, please.” Your eyes fluttered closed as his hands slid down to your waist, lifting you effortlessly from the chair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck as he carried you towards the bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft rustling of clothes as Gunwook laid you down on the bed. He stood over you, his eyes roaming over your face before he slowly removed his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs.

You bit your lip, your eyes taking in every inch of him as he slowly crawled onto the bed. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. “May I?” His voice was soft, his eyes meeting yours for permission.

You nodded, your breath hitching in your throat as he slowly peeled your shirt off, his fingers brushing against your skin. He leaned down, his lips pressing against your collarbone, his hands sliding up your sides to unhook your bra. “You're so perfect,”

Your breasts spilled free from their confines, his hands cupping them gently, his thumbs brushing against your hardened nipples. The peaks taut and begging for his touch.

Gunwook's mouth moved lower, his lips wrapping around your right nipple while his hand teased the other. He sucked on it gently, swirling his tongue around the peak while his fingers pinched and rolled the other nipple between them.

Your back arched off the bed, your body responding to his touch instinctively. Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently and encouraging him to continue. Gunwook’s free hand made its way down your torso, tracing a path over your stomach until he reached the waistband of your pants.

His touch was gentle, his fingers trembling slightly as he unbuttoned your pants and slowly slid the zipper down. He glanced up at you, his eyes seeking permission once more. You nodded, your own hands shaking as you reached for his belt, mirroring his actions.

Together, you both undressed each other, each touch tentative and filled with desire. When you were both bare, Gunwook settled between your thighs, his eyes locked onto yours. “I...I've never done this before,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. “I want you so much.”

Gunwook threw the last piece of cloth off, his cock sprang free from his boxers, the mushroom tip already glistening with precum. He quickly tore open a condom wrapper, rolling it down his shaft with practiced ease.

But as soon as he attempted to enter you, the condom burst, slick with his premature release. Gunwook let out a frustrated groan, discarding the ruined condom aside and reaching for another one. You couldn't help but giggle softly at the sight, finding his flustered state utterly adorable.

Gunwook leaned forward, his eyes locked on yours as he positioned himself between your legs. He reached down, running the mushroom tip of his leaking cock against your wetness, smearing the precum around your pussy lips and slicking himself up.

“You're so wet,” he breathed, his voice husky with desire. “Is that all for me?” He asked, his fingers spreading your folds apart to reveal your swollen, needy flesh. He ran his thumb over your entrance, pressing it inside you as he slowly pumped it in and out.

“Y-Yes, all for you,” you stammered, your face flushing with embarrassment. Gunwook’s touch was clumsy, his inexperience evident as he tried to prepare you for him. He pushed another finger inside, scissoring them to stretch you wider.

“It-It's not enough,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking your nectar off of them. Your eyes widened at the gesture, your heart pounding in your chest. “Tastes like you,”

Gunwook positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance once more, his hand shaking slightly as he tried to align himself. He pushed forward, his thick head bumping against your tight ring of muscles. “Fuck, you're so small,”

“I-I know,” you replied, biting your lower lip as you stared up at him. “It's my first time after all,” you whispered, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Gunwook groaned, his face contorting in concentration as he tried to force his way inside. He pushed, and pushed, his cockhead stretching your delicate hymen to its breaking point. Finally, with a sharp pop, he broke through, the head of his dick sinking into your tight, virgin pussy.

“Oh god, it's so tight,” he hissed, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “Is it hurting you?” He asked softly, his voice barely a whisper. You nodded, but wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Gunwook's breath hitched as he was pulled closer, his cock sinking deeper into your tight heat. He could feel your walls stretching to accommodate him, the pressure incredible. He looked down at where you two were connected, his dick disappearing into your tiny pussy. “Fuck, you're so fucking tight,”

He began to move slowly, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward again. His rhythm was uncoordinated, his movements clumsy as he struggled to find a comfortable pace. But with each thrust, he became bolder, his hips snapping forward harder, burying himself to the hilt inside of you.

You moaned, your back arching as his cock struck every sensitive spot inside of you. His hands moved to cup your breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he fucked you. Your walls began to clench around him, tighter with each passing moment as pleasure rolled through your body.

Gunwook leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His fingers left your breasts and slid down your body, slipping between your slick folds to find your swollen clit. He began to rub the sensitive nub gently as he continued to fuck you slowly.

You broke the kiss, panting heavily. “I love you so much,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. Gunwook's heart swelled in his chest, his love for you overwhelming him.

“And I love you too,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. He began to rub your clit faster, feeling the walls of your pussy contract around his cock in response. Gunwook knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with the way you were responding to his touch.

You reached up, tangling your fingers in Gunwook's hair as he rubbed your clit and fucked you. “Don't stop,” you begged, your hips bucking against him desperately. Gunwook kissed you again, his lips moving against yours as he rubbed your clit with one hand and fucked you with the other.

The pressure inside you grew unbearable, your body tensing as you climbed closer and closer to the edge. “Gunwook...” you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper. He nodded, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he increased the pressure on your swollen nub.

Your world narrowed down to the feeling of Gunwook's fingers on your clit and his cock buried inside you. The pressure became too much, and you came suddenly, your pussy spasming around his dick as you cried out in ecstasy.

Gunwook groaned against your neck, his own control snapping. He thrust into you twice more before burying himself to the hilt and coming inside you, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He slumped against you, his weight a comforting pressure on your body.

Gunwook lifted his head, looking into your eyes He quickly disposed of the condom in the nearby trash can, returning to your side almost immediately.

You blushed, suddenly shy as you pulled the blankets over your naked body. Gunwook chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Why so shy now?” He asked gently, his fingers entwining with yours beneath the blankets. “We just...you know...like that.”

You hid your face in his chest, mumbling, “I know, but...it's different now. I'm not a virgin anymore. And you're...you're looking at me like you want to do it again.” Gunwook laughed, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

“That's because I do,” he admitted, his voice muffled against your hair. “But for now, let's just cuddle, okay?” He settled you against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. “We have the rest of our lives to keep making love, after all.”

You snuggled closer, your arms wrapping around him tightly. “I love you,” you murmured contentedly. Gunwook tightened his grip on you, his love for you overflowing. “And I love you too,” he replied, his voice filled with emotion.

He began to stroke your hair gently, his fingers running through the soft strands as you lay contentedly in his arms. Outside, the rain continued to pour, the sound a soothing lullaby that matched the rhythm of your breathing.

As you drifted off to sleep, nestled in Gunwook's arms, you knew that this was where you belonged. With him. Always. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the storm outside, not the past, only the two of you and the love that bound you together.

© 2024 all rights reserved to fanbasetwo !

[woongiez]

thinking of… silly bf gunwook with his cutie purple hair being HUNG🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 SPREADING THE PARK HUNGWOOK AGENDA!!!!!!!!!

mdni nsfw under the cut

it is no secret to the world that your boyfriend park gunwook is the cutest boy in the world. he’s so kind, smart, loving, and funny. he’s always got that cute vibrant grin on his face that matches all too well with his bright purple hair.

of course… even in bed he’s such a gentleman. always asking if you’re okay, making sure you feel good, always touching your body in all the right places.

what you didn’t expect was for him to be so big. call him park hungwook the way this man has such a stupidly big dick, and he doesn’t even know how to make use of it.

the first time you and gunwook ever had sex, it was very intimate. gunwook peppered your body with kisses and left marks on you, took care of you so well, even ate you out so you were wet n ready for him. as soon aa he felt like you were ready to take him, he needily removed his boxers. safe to say that when his rock hard dick slapped onto his stomach, your jaw dropped. i mean… i don’t blame you? no one would expect such a monster to be hiding beneath his adorable personality.

i feel like he’d have a cock that’s maybe 7-7.5 in long when its hard, reddish tip but the base itself pretty much matches his skintone. a long vein around the left side of it, and you can feel it when it enters you. i think he definitely keeps that area clean and bald, except his balls he’s kinda scared lol.

gunwook, after finally making sure you are fully prepped for him finally takes off his pants and underwear. he lets out a groan when his dick slaps his stomach as it escapes the confinements of his underwear. you are looking at his thick, girthy length, practically drooling at his size. “damn baby… i didn’t know you were hiding all that. is that why you act like such a cutie all the time? because you’re hiding this? hm?” gunwook only whines and tries to cover his length with his hand. (not effective btw hes too fucking big) you are quicker though, beating him to it by putting your own hands on his dick.

“fuck.. look at your pretty leaking cock baby.. all for me, right?” you say as you rub the reddish leaking tip, smiling at him. “y-yeah.. all f-f’you— ngh, f-fuck.” you giggle at his response, amused at how sensitive he is to your touch. you let go of his cock and position yourself in his lap, grinding yourself onto him before slowly sinking down.

“seems like you don’t really know how to make use of this… so i’ll use you however i want, m’kay?” you say before sinking down on him.

tbh his purple hair played no part in this but i miss grapewook so bad

[woongiez]

camping under the jiwoong & gunwook smut tags because i miss them so much 🥲

[woongiez]

genuinely insane how she had us all fooled.

Hi everyone! i know a lot of you might know jasmine aka xuhuihuis (formerly jasminexox5) who was a writer on here (she has deactivated now) but jasmine was a minor. 17 years old and writing smut for the past 2-3 years. As bad as that already is, however, that’s not the only thing she’s done. She's lied about her entire life to us.

- she claimed she was a lawyer working in a law firm but she was supposedly 23 at the time and you…cannot be a lawyer at 23.

- she made up a fake Korean boyfriend named Jaehyun (also the name of her nct bias…how ironic.)

- and not only that. she lied about being pregnant. she told people she was pregnant and made up a full story of how her being a bitch to everyone is due to the pregnancy hormones (dot dot dot.) she lied about a lot of things like the stolen ultrasound pic, her saying that her dad was racist and her saying that her mom wasn’t supportive of her pregnancy and then faking a gender reveal. It was a lot.

- To top it all off, we found out that not only is she fucked up, she’s also a minor. She faked being a 2000 liner when in reality she was born in 2007

she was someone i was close to for a while but i noticed her lying about very little things and it made her look really suspicious but then when she pulled out the pregnancy test pic i KNEW. it was fake. she proceeded to send ultrasound pictures that were taken from the internet

she even took it as far as faking cutting off her parents because they don’t approve of her pregnancy (which wasn’t even real)

she lied about having a bunch of tattoos only to later send a picture of her fake baby bump and there were no tattoos in sight.

we called her out and she immediately deactivated her tumblr and has not once spoken since. though everytime i did try to call her out on her pregnancy facts being incorrect, she’d just blame it on the baby and her pregnancy hormones which made absolutely no sense.

she was a writer for zerobaseone, nct and seventeen. i will keep an eye peeled in the tags and if she tries to come back, i will update.

this serves as your reminder to not believe everything someone tells you on the internet and be cautious of who you talk to out here.

[woongiez]

hi tysm for reblogging my jiwoong hard thought :) also i lurked a bit on your blog and YOU SAW ZB1 IRL??? that's so cool!! i hope you had fun 💗💗

and we're both 06 liners so let's be friends!

HIIIII of course let's be friends 🥹

[woongiez]

i was scrolling through my photos and saw the pic of jiwoong with wet hair in the pool.

so now i’m thinking… and thinking HARD about shower sex with jiwoong. i think his blonde hair looks so good when its wet 🤤. UGH im having sm jiwoong thoughts TwT

(FUCK the way i knew which pic you were talking about)

shower sex with jiwoong?? hot. passionate. steamy. wet. all in between which would make your knees buckle. but no worries, the shower wall and the glass panes around the shower area are actually useful in this scenario. he'd pin you against them (plus points if the glass pane/wall is cold, you'll be shivering).

it's not a steamy shower sex if he doesn't have his hands all over you. he'd leave every inch untouched. and of course i can't miss this: trailing kisses from your collarbone to your neck in a slow, languid pace. that's fucking hot. and then he finally kissed you properly on the lips.

pace? slower if he has you pinned against a glass pane. faster if he has you pinned against the wall. but either way would make you helplessly moan around his cock. luckily the water can wash out most of the sounds. just turn the water on to maximum (however...you two are gonna pay more on water bills if you two fuck in the shower often)

of course he has to include some dirty talk because why not. he loves it when you are so helpless underneath him.

"be loud, no one's going to hear us. we have the shower turned on anyways."

[woongiez]

hi hi hi i read through your rules and i didn’t see anything on mask kinks so if this isn’t something you’re comfortable with pls ignore it!! <3

spooky season is right around the corner and all i can think about is jiwoong in a ghostface mask 😣

Hii, I don't mind anything about mask kinks so please do send more! (I know this is late but happy halloween? also sorry if I dunno anything about ghostface accurately </3) Anyways:

Jiwoong in a ghostface mask would be so fucking attractive cause imagine him chasing you around, trying to catch you. When he finally does he backs you up in a corner, staring at you through the mask as you pant. His voice gets you so riled up, while all he said was: "Finally caught you." while sounding breathless. It has you rubbing your thighs together, and it's very clear how horny the situation got you despite knowing what he could do to you. Of course, you tease him with stuff like: "Oh, so you're trying to be the psycho killer, huh?" which he nods along your words, so you have to act a bit bratty and be like: "Please...don't kill me, Mr.Ghostface...or better off, please don't fuck me..."

And those words? Have him quickly turning you around, making you face the wall as he lifts up your skirt slightly and pushes your panties to the side, while he pulls down his pants just enough to pull out his cock. He has to tease you with the tip, watching as you push back against him, trying to get the tip to slip in but it doesn't work, the only thing you get is a slap on your ass, which has you whimpering. He takes his sweet time teasing you, but once he sees how much you're gushing he pushes inside, his cock filling you up perfectly. Too bad he has to silence you as soon as he starts thrusting into your needy hole, or else maybe he'll have to take your life <3

[woongiez]

HII 👋

..why do i feel like gunwook has a heavy praising kink like.... am i crazy or

Hii pookie! This is so real because it could go both ways:

Gunwook loves to praise you a lot. He's overall that type of person that would praise you for the smallest things even if it didn't feel like you've done much! Like no matter what you've done he just has to praise you for it. You've gotten out of bed? Gotten the energy to clean around your place? You're hit with a "Good job, baby...I'm so proud of you." and it has you melting. He just loves to encourage you that way because he knows how sometimes you don't feel like doing anything. But when it comes to sex...oh boy. Doesn't matter if you're sucking him off or if he's balls deep inside you, he's gonna praise you in so many ways: "So good for me, baby...I know you can take it." or "Such a good girl...taking it all, hm?" easily has your legs shaking, your pussy clenching around his cock and your nails digging in his back while he fucks into you.

But on the other hand:

Gunwook loves being praised, especially during sex. It's no surprise that he slowly becomes subby after a long period of time and that's when you need to encourage him with your words. Whenever he's eating you out or just sucking on your tits lazily it's a must to tell him "Such a good boy...doing so well for me." and it'll get him so whiny but more encouraged that he continues and doesn't stop till you're begging him for it. Same thing applies for when he's inside you and you're riding him. You just have to hit him with "My pretty boy...you're being so good, yeah?" which has him blushing and whining, gets him melted every single time <3

[woongiez]

straddling gunwook!!'?!_!!$((_(#( AGHDHGHHHH and he keeps on assuring u that ure doing great (cock warming) like his hands would be all over u😪

🐥 im srry if i keep on sending asks my brain is way too rotten to be left alone 😞

it’s okay luv, me too💔

i feel like gunwook would love to have you cock warm him all the time if he could… so one night while he’s busy gaming and misses your touch, he calls you over and sits you in his lap, your thighs on either side of him as he pulls you closer to him.

you think it’s sweet innocent cuddling until he’s slipping his hand under your his shirt and pushing your panties to the side before he pulls his cock out of his sweats, lifting you up to align himself with your entrance. his hand finds your lower back as you sink down on his length, soft moans leaving your lips as he stretches you out.

“s’okay, baby, i got you. just sit still on my cock, pretty.” he says, lips close to your ear as you lay your head on his chest. gunwook continues his game, smiling contently cause he has his pretty girl close to him and wrapped around his cock <33

[woongiez]

missing him lots :(

zb1 kim jiwoong

[woongiez]

zb1 kim jiwoong

[woongiez]

>> completely

wc: 0.4k take it right from the start

“How’d you get this one?” Jaehyun asks, taking your hand in his. 

He pulls your arm to identify a scar running across the valleys of your knuckles. It takes a few seconds to register what he’s talking about; the tiny mark already long forgotten to you. He traces over it with his thumb, rousing your eyes to open.

“I think that’s from my childhood dog,” you reply, unsure. Face pressed into the familiar softness of his sheets, you wrack your brain for more context. 

“She wasn’t a fan of baths,” you tack on lamely.

“Clearly,” he teases, adjusting himself against the headboard. 

His gaze flicks over to you and a small smile pulls at his lips. You can already tell he’s picturing the exact scene: your 10-year-old self standing off against a dog covered in soap bubbles. The little laugh that follows gives him away easily; it’s so cute that you almost laugh too.

“Oh. Did you know you have a mole here?” he suddenly inquires, flipping your hand over.

You blink. Lifting your head, you lean over to follow his gaze. And through the dim light of his room, he points out a spot near the base of your pinky. There’s a pause as you study the newfound marking on you.

“See?” he turns to watch your reaction, leaning in close enough to where his lips brush against your hairline, softened by the mango-flavored lip balm he keeps stealing from you. 

You huff in disbelief. “Huh. I didn’t know that.”

“I figured,” he coolly presses a kiss to the side of your head and something in your chest fills with warmth. He’s always been more perceptive than he lets on.  

A short, airy chuckle vibrates through him as you fall back to settle against his shoulder. When your eyes close and he laces his fingers with yours, he rests his cheek atop your head. 

“I feel like you know me better than I know myself now,” you joke, stifling back a yawn. But a part of you truly means it. Noticing things about you has always come easy to him.

“Good,” he says. You can practically hear the grin in his voice.

“Good?” you parrot. “Why? Are you trying to steal my identity?”

“No,” he begins, trailing off. “It’s just…”

You look back up at him and the beginnings of a bashful smile start to appear on his sweet, dimpled face. He looks to where your hands are intertwined, steady atop his heart. 

“I want to love every part of you.”

[woongiez]

riding jaehyun like crazy would fix me

[woongiez]

step bro! gw WOAHHHH 🫢 who said dat.... ermmm step bro gw who snatches u away from ur parent's home at 3 am js to go to his place and do the most sibling thing ever (kissy each other like life depends on it 😽

— 🐥

tw: stepcest, aged-up!gunwook

mmm you in college while gunwook moved out of your parents’ home to a city an hour away so you don’t get to see him as much.. you two had a special relationship and all that went away when he moved...

one night, he felt a bit lonely so he calls you, telling you he misses his beloved stepsister.. tells you he’s coming to pick you up despite it being late in the night, but he doesn’t care.. he wants to see you.

after he picked you up from your parents’ house, the drive back was silent, gunwook trying his hardest not to pull the car over and make out with you right now.. you were the same, you’d missed your stepbrother and the encounters the two of you had back at home ;(

when you reach his home, he’s quick to help you out, his hand on the small of your back and he guides you into his home. “should we watch a movie?” he asks, setting your backpack down beside the couch. you nod, hoping over the couch and grabbing the remote to pick a movie.

gunwook came around and sat beside you, his arm stretched behind you on the chair. his eyes trailed down, noticing you were in a tank top that showed off your cleavage and shorts that rode up, leaving little to the imagination.

his hand dropped, now over your shoulder as he pulled you closer. “missed you so much, little sis.” he mumbled. you smiled in response, “missed you too, wookie.”

wookie. that name always had gunwook in a chokehold. you’d called out that name many times, his favorite being when he was between your legs, lapping at your folds as you loudly moaned his name.

he felt his cock harden at the nickname, a small groan leaving his lips. “fuck, you know what that name does to me.. c’mere.” he said before he pulled you into his lap, hands slipping under your shorts to grab your ass. “feel that? wookie’s missed you, angel. took everything in me to not pull the car over and kiss those pretty lips of yours.” he pulled your hips down, forcing you to grind on his clothed bulge.

“w-wookie-! please..” you begged, you mind was already full of gunwook, wanting nothing more but for him to kiss you, remind you of what you’ve been deprived of for so long. “please what? use your words.” he smirked, he knew what you wanted, he wanted to hear you say it though; let him hear how he’d molded you to be his perfect little slut.

“want you to kiss me, wookie..” you whined. he smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

the kiss quickly got sloppy, your hips grinding against his clothed bulge as you moaned into his mouth. his hands squeezed at whatever he could; your hips, your ass, your tits, while yours played with the hair on the back of his neck.

when the two of you pulled away for air, gunwook noticed how fucked out you already looked; your lips swollen and wet as younownted, trying to catch your breath.

that was his last straw, he pushed you off his lap, letting you fall on the couch as he sat up on his knees. gunwook quickly pulling down his sweats and freeing his cock, “gonna show you how much i missed you. just lay back and let wookie take care of you, okay?”

[woongiez]

between steel and velvet ➵ park gunwook

knight!park gunwook x ruler!reader

although you and gunwook knew your respective duties to rule and protect the adrestian empire, the reality is that you two are only kids forced into such responsibilities.

general genre/warnings ➵ friends to lovers, royalty au, hurt/comfort, angst, gender neutral reader, theo of p1h & seungcheol of svt mention, use of names from fe3h because im unoriginal to be thinking of new names

word count ➵ 1.7k words

playlist ➵ the lakes by taylor swift // die with a smile by lady gaga & bruno mars

a/n ➵ this drabble is connected to my upcoming fic "prayers for a garden" :]] this can be read alone for the time being but it would be good if you check it out once it releases! for @shegotthewoobies who survived the gluion drought. thank you real yearner for supporting me. if you enjoyed reading, please do reblog & leave feedback!

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gunwook is all too familiar with the weight of steel; rattling with every step and causing his shoulders to ache. the coolness of a silver hilt doesn’t faze him. his balance rarely falters with every jab and his arms are accustomed to every swing. still, he finds himself muttering complaints when he retreats to the quarters after a long day of training.

maybe it helps that he grew up surrounded by knights. with his father leading them, gunwook always found his home filled with men in armor who swung their tankards as they sung out sorrows of what it means to be one. on most nights, they’d tell gunwook to find another job (like he had a choice). they’d joke to him about running away from the life of a knight, but all he would do was smile as he shook his head.

because if gunwook had to be honest, he always found himself gravitating towards steel and chain—the only thing he hates is the idea of fitting into his father’s shoes; a well-respected commander who has known of sacrifice from the start, even going as far as having his own portrait on a wall filled with a lineage of rulers. after all, every king and commander is marked into the adrestian empire’s history—a pair from every tenure.

the reality is that gunwook lacks the skills of what it takes to be a commander. he has yet to learn what it means to lead an army, let alone know how to strategize, but his father had expectations that gunwook had to fulfill before he retires (or much worse, dies on the battlefield). 

gunwook can bear the weight of steel on his shoulders—not the title of a commander.

but his world shifted when he learned of who would be his partner—the one who he would be going down in history with—and he found himself constantly faced with the question his father would throw at him: does he have what it takes to serve you?

perhaps gunwook has time to level his expectations on what it means to take over his father’s role. because when he comes across you, he realizes that you two are in the same boat.

the only difference is that he seemed to have more time; more days to train and more hours to study battle plans.

your life, however, turned upside down in one day.

gunwook was going to call it a day. something about today’s training drained him until his legs were cramping. whenever he had to move his arms, he muttered profanities over the soreness. he already denied theo’s invitation for a night out at the saloon, to which he received an earful of complaints for. it didn’t help that seungcheol was making use of his superiority over him, going as far as ridiculing him for his lack of endurance.

but gunwook is all too familiar with his comrades; he wasn’t going to fall for the same tricks.

regardless of the objections, gunwook managed to escape the barracks. he didn’t even think to strip off his heavy armor. but the breeze of the night hit his cheeks—that was enough to give him the last ounce of energy for him to march back to the quarters.

he takes the same path from the barracks to his room; through the garden of different-colored hydrangeas, past the entrance of the chapel where he offers reverence, all the way to the hall filled with portraits. every time gunwook passes through this hall, his steps always slow down as he takes in the same paintings.

tonight shouldn’t be different.

as gunwook’s eyes grace through the portraits, paint strokes capturing commanders’ similar stern expressions, he recalls their history: their journey into the royal army, the sweat it took to become commander, and the sacrifices they made as they led the knights.

and similar to other nights, he makes the same comment: despite the bloodshed, they stood tall—will gunwook be able to say the same for himself?

yet, tonight presents its first difference.

from a distance, gunwook spots someone sitting on a velvet bench. his eyes squint as he continues to walk through the hall, only to make out that it’s you

it’s not unusual to spot you outside of your chambers but you were always accompanied, either by gunwook or a maid. yet, your lonely figure has their eyes peeled to a portrait.

his steps hasten—his majesty cannot be left unattended. no one would allow it—until he hears your sniffles. gunwook watches you wipe away your tears, only for more to stream down your cheeks, and he understands why you’re alone tonight.

you were never the type to cry in front of others. gunwook first learned that when you were scolded by the king. and while he can’t recall for what reason, he remembers the tremble in your voice as you asked him to wait outside your door for a few minutes. you came out of the room with a red, runny rose.

and it’s during these moments where gunwook curses the rattling of his armor because the next steps he takes draws your attention. you glance at him before blinking back the tears. “gunwook, i didn’t know you were here,” you say as you clear your throat in between words.

“your majesty, i didn’t mean to intrude. i was only on my way back to my quarters.”

you wave your hand in reassurance. “it’s okay.” another cough. “did your training finish just now?” you ask without sparing him a glance.

“yes, your majesty.”

with one nod, you say, “okay. i don’t want to keep you from resting. i’m sure you’ve had a long day.”

but gunwook doesn’t care for the lack of sleep he got today or the countless hours he spent in the barracks. “your majesty, there is no trouble with me staying.” you look at him, and he takes in your bloodshot eyes and red nose. “i’ll accompany you until the very end.”

all it takes is one smile from you before he stations himself beside you. as he looks straight ahead, he realizes what you’ve been looking at this whole time: a portrait of the king. your father.

“why don’t you sit down beside me?”

“your majesty, i don’t think it would be proper for me to do so. i’m only allowed to—”

“gunwook.” as your tone shifts from curiosity into agony, he peers over towards you. your eyes are glossy once more. “would you sit down beside me? just this once?”

and gunwook realizes that you didn’t need your commander right now—so, he follows.

he looks at the same painting you’re staring at, respecting and offering your last ounces of privacy. regardless of your request for him to stay by your side, he knows to not look should you shed any more tears.

but then you ask, “do you think you’re ready to be commander?”

gunwook thinks this is a test. if he lies, he might find himself poorly delivering his duties—but to be honest would mean to be removed from his job. away from you.

so, he settles for an answer that held a bit of both. “i don’t know.”

a soft hum leaves you, then silence follows.

gunwook thinks he might’ve failed to give the answer you were looking for. he shouldn’t have kept his guard down. he’s meant to serve you, after all—

“you have time.” his heart beats twice. “time to train. time to learn.” he exhales. “time to figure out if you want to be commander or not.”

gunwook can’t find the right words to say, so he opts for no response.

“i wish i had the same amount of time as you.”

your voice crack causes gunwook to glance at you, only to see you hiding your face behind your hands, and he looks away as he scolds himself for not respecting your privacy. 

he remains frozen in his seat. he didn’t know what to act as: your right-hand man or your counselor. at this moment, the boundaries are blurred.

gunwook doesn’t know how to serve you—until your hand reaches out for his.

he looks down to your linked hands that rest on his thigh; his callous-covered fingers in between yours. you grip onto his hand like it’s the first and last thing you can reach for in this hall, like how you were taught to hold a scepter, and gunwook figures out what you need him to be: your comfort.

as he laces his fingers with yours, your sobs turn into wails.

“gunwook, i can’t be the ruler. i can’t.” he looks at you whose eyes remain stuck to the painting. “i’m not fit for it, and i can’t be the ruler the empire wants. i can’t be what the people need.”

for a second, gunwook thinks he should interject. out of all the commoners and royalty within this castle, he’s certain about you. after all the time you’ve spent together, sharing to him in secrecy about your own plans for reformations, he knows where your heart lies—and that’s enough to prove your entitlement to the throne.

but it’s one sentence that changes his way of thinking, and he mourns with you.

“i’m only but a child.”

because like you, gunwook thinks the same of himself. maybe his hesitation doesn’t only come from his lack of skills and experience.

maybe it stems from the fact that he is still a kid, too.

and like every kid who cries, they long for a hug—and he does that for you.

as he wraps his arms around you, your face finds its spot by the crevice of his collar. the steel armor against your cheek is cold, and you try to chase his warmth by nuzzling into his neck, but his suit prevents you from doing so.

the last thing gunwook wants is to make you feel any lonelier, so he holds you close. his hand rubs your back in circles as you continue to sob, hoping that its warmth is enough to suffice. without thinking, his free hand reaches for the back of your head.

he freezes. he should be more careful with you. it’s not right for a knight to hold you—

you nuzzle your face closer to his neck.

gunwook realizes that this is what you need.

even if it meant going against the king. going against the commander. going against the world.

he’ll do anything if it means to remain by your side.

(gunwook would never expect the same thing from you.)

(but you would give up the world for him.)

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