#246

★ if u were to ask him what his love language was, he’d say it was quality time or acts of service but, really, that’s only what be wants to provide that for his partner. what he really want is physical touchh:( and words of affirmation!!

★ crafty guy. he would make u cards, letters and those paper origami flowers. it doesn't even have to be on special occasions, sometimes you just come home from your work and he surprises you with a new paper craft he discovered. made out of anything he could recycle. be it a receipt, a paper bag, newspaper.

★ very touchy. but not in a bad way. always asking if you're okay with it.

★ this man probably gets all flushed and shy when you call him handsome.

call him your good looking boy and he already has that sweet smile you always loved to see. burying his face on your shoulder as you run your fingers through his hair.

“what’s with all your sweet words?” his voice muffled by your shirt. you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“can i not call you handsome?”

“aahh.. quit it,” he rolled his eyes, pushing you down the couch and peppering your face with kisses.

★ loves hugging you from behind, especially when you cook or you’re at the grocery store. you’d be looking at the list of things you needed to restock on while he pushed the cart not too far behind you.

was it powder or liquid detergent? you thought to yourself, pulling out the list from the back pocket of your pants. then, out of nowhere do you feel arms around your waist, warm hands settling on your hips. “where's our cart?” you murmured with a smile. gosh, you were just starting to freeze under the cold air conditioner of this damn store.

“its fine. ‘just right behind us,” gyeong-seok reassures you as he rests his chin on your shoulder. he really couldn’t care less if people stare. he wants them to see how much he loves you. “is this okay..?” he whispered, his breath tickling your jaw.

you just chuckle, not bothering to give him a verbal response. instead, you lean back into his touch. your back pressed against his chest. his lips curled into a sheepish smile, pulling his head up to place a soft kiss on that sensitive spot of your neck.

★ definitely has multiple drawings and doodles of you in his sketchpad. never shows you because he’s afraid you might think he’s being a bit much.

★ musician!reader & him? perfect pair. art recognises art! when he hears you playing your instrument in a different room, he immediately drops whatever he’s doing and carefully walks to where you were to watch you do your stuff. if na-yeon is home, he’d definitely bring her with him.

★ always has his eyes on you even during times when he probably shouldn’t, like when the two of you are having a conversation with na-yeon’s teacher about how well she’s been doing in her classes. or when you were having dinner with your parents. you were explaining how you met him and he just admires you like he’s looking at you for the very first time.

★ adding onto the previous one, because of how often he just stares at you; you often mistook this as him spacing out and not listening but he actually was listening to every single word you said. your voice sounded like heaven to him, how could he not? when you ask him to recite what you just said, you were surprised to see how he got it right, word for word.

★ definitely the type to go out of his way to do something because he thinks you’d like it. during one of your library dates, he catches you picking up a book about poetry, complimenting the work inside and how beautiful people write when they’re in love. after that day, he definitely went home and wrote multiple poem drafts about you.

★ speaking of dates!! this man would be the type to apologise to you because he can’t take you to those fancy restaurants. you had to remind him multiple times that eating at fine dinings wasn’t really your thing anyway, that it made you self-conscious to be around such fancy people. he frowned, thinking you were just saying that so he’d stop apologising and you knew just how to cure that.

“you know.. i always did have a soft spot for library dates.”

his face lit up and ever since then, he never forgets to take you on your weekly library dates. it was a good place to unwind as well. killing two bird with one stone; spending quality time with you knowing that you actually enjoy being here, and being able to have some peace and quiet.

★ the protective and worried type!! always texting “are you home?” after dropping you off at your place. “are you tired? do you want to sleep?” as much as he’d love to text you up until the early morning even if it meant he had no sleep when he got to work tomorrow, he doesn’t want you to be sleep deprived.

★ i’ve seen other ppl say this and i just can’t get it out of my head; he’s probably insecure about himself whenever you introduce him to your friends and your family :(

when you invite him to attend a dinner party, telling him it was just a get together with some old friends from your hometown, he misheard you.

“you should definitely go! i know how much you miss your friends,” he beamed, giving you a thumbs up.

you furrowed your brows. “honey.. wait, no, i want you to come with me, yeah?”

he looks at you confused. you want to bring him with you? for what? he was never the type to be jealous of you attending events by yourself. maybe it was because he trusted you or maybe because he didn’t want to hold you back. he knew you to be too good for him. a single father, struggling to make ends meet and provide for his sickly daughter—it wouldn’t be much of a shock to him if you ghosted him out of nowhere or if you leave him for another person. please give this man some reassurance!!! :(

★ always wakes up before you in the morning. his fingers trailing across your face while he admires the way the sun shines behind you making it look like you were glowing. he really doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, but my god, did he consider himself the luckiest man alive for that reason.

★ loves it when you cup his face with both your hands. he’ll have the biggest and silliest smile on his face when you do so.

nsfw! gender-neutral & fem!reader.

★ a soft dom, but would gladly be submissive if you asked.

★ as we already know, he’s a very good listener, even in bed. he’s always listening to the way you moan, the sound of your whine, the pitch. does flicking his tongue feel good? he’d ask but he had a feeling that the sound of you already gave him the answer.

★ probably would prefer to be intimate in comfortable spaces. although he would never object if you offered to give him a quickie, each time he’d remind you of how you never needed to do this. that he’d take care of it himself.

“you don’t have to. it’ll go away. i can—”

“i want to. please?”

how could he say no to those eyes?

★ prioritizes your comfort above anything else, above his own. if you were in an awkward place, but you really needed to get off—needed him—he would hold your hand firmly. “i’ll take you home, come on,” he’d say as he pulls you next to him.

★ loooves having you ride him, but he worries that it’ll tire you out too much

★ when your face gets sweaty, hair clinging to your forehead with your mouth open, he makes sure to brush your hair back with his fingers. he wants to see your flushed and fucked out face clearly, wants to see if he’s doing good

★ always preps you beforehand. he can’t stand the thought of hurting you, even IF you’ve done it countless times before.

reaching for the zipper of his jeans as he gently swats your hand away. “i need to prep you first, honey..” he cooed, pulling your pants down. he knows how eager you are, but he needs to take care of you first.

★ the only times he wouldn’t prep you would probably be when he’d be the sub. you ordering him around, telling him what to do and what not to do

★ subtle touches doesn’t get him turned on right away (he’s more mature than that. he’s not a pervert) this probably also means that he’s a little oblivious to your advances, you’d have to tell him directly what you needed or wanted of him and watch as his eyes widen, looking around to see if na-yeon heard the two of you. “honey.. are you sure?”

★ there would be times when you’d show off your skin and instead of him getting aroused, he’d just be in awe of your beauty. i mean, he probably IS aroused but he just doesn’t go insane over it.

★ breeding kink, FOR SURE, but he always asks first.

“can i come in you, baby? please?”

“i’m so close.. ‘so close..”

“pleaseee...” paired by him whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

★ doesn’t like BDSM. i mean, he’s a father now. also hates the thought of hurting you purposefully. he’d also probably never say it, but he doesn’t like getting degraded as well :( just give this man some praises, he’s already sad enough as is!

★ saw ppl saying he has a daddy kink and im just like nooooo 💔💔 he has a daughter that literally calls him daddy, why would he ever want you to call him that in the bedroom?

★ his rhythm would be slow and gentle, wanting to feel all of you and be with you in the moment. you would have to beg this man to go faster

★ the type to hold your hair back during blowjobs. he’d probably accidentally pull on it when you flick your tongue over his tip, but apologies would quickly come spilling out of his lips.

“‘m sorry.. sorry, honey.. i didn’t mean to.. fuck, that felt good..”

★ always reminding you of how beautiful you are while his cock is buried deep inside you.

“you’re so beautiful like this.. taking me in so well..”

“yes, that’s it.. c’mon.. you’re so pretty..”

★ he makes sure you come before he does, and when he does come (whether it’s in you or on you) he takes a minute afterwards to take a breath while you feel his cock still half-hard inside you.

“i love you so much.”

“you did so good f’me..”

★ aftercare king 🫡🫡

a/n: there are literally no fics of him (x reader) on ao3 so i have turned to tumblr bc tumblr RARELY disappoints when it comes to content for side characters 🙏

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Gunshots echoed through the hallways, the tense atmosphere straight out of an action movie. Hyun-ju stayed behind the pink wall, checking if she had enough ammo while Gyeong-seok listened to the guards firing. Gi-hun — player 456 — and Jung-bae — player 390 — were hidden nearby. Four Guards were shooting precisely in their direction, while two others players had been killed by Player 001, Young-il—who, in reality was the leader of the games. The Front Man.

“I’ve got enough.” Gyeong-seok whispered, breaking the silence. The tension in Hyun-ju’s shoulders eased slightly as she glanced at him.

Before they could move forward, another Guard stepped in, shooting Young-il in the back. The shot wasn’t fatal, but strong enough to knock him unconscious. Gyeong-seok and Hyun-ju widened their eyes at the sight as the Guard approached, covering for them and throwing the others off their trail.

“Is this a trap?” Gyeong-seok muttered to the woman beside him, who kept her eyes on the Guard.

The Guard looked at them, her expression unreadable through the black mask marked with a "△", Gyeong-seok frowned, holding his submachine gun protectively. Hyun-ju just observed, sharp and silent.

“You two know someone who interests me too.” It wasn’t a question — it was a statement, cold but oddly soft in tone.

Hyun-ju noticed the forced inflection in the Guard’s voice, like she was trying to disguise the femininity in it.

Before they could ask anything, the Guard disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared, slipping back among the others, leaving the duo confused. Hyun-ju looked at Gyeong-seok, who mirrored her expression.

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When the tension settled, Gi-hun confronted their old ally, now lying impassively on one of the dorm beds, handcuffed. Dae-ho apologized on his knees for not returning and explained he’d suffered a sudden anxiety attack. Jung-bae scolded him but eventually calmed him down.

As soon as Hyun-ju and Gyeong-seok passed through the doors and locked them, they immediately ran to you—Player 366.

Hyun-ju had first met you in the second game, when she tried to form a team. You had been part of Team 3 while she led Team 4, and when your team won, you ended up chatting in the hallway as fellow leaders. As for Gyeong-seok, you’d met him during the third game. When the number three was announced, he had pulled both you and Hyun-ju into a room, saving both your lives. From then on, the three of you had developed a friendship.

Friendship.

“God—you’re alive!” you sighed in relief, feeling Hyun-ju pull you into a hug. “What took you two so long to come back?!”

Gyeong-seok cleared his throat, making Hyun-ju step back. He hugged you seconds later, while the woman watched.

“We had to make sure no Guard would come back.” Hyun-ju explained, and you nodded, relieved by her tone.

It was a lie. But she was very good at lying.

They were still discussing what that Guard had meant—who or what she was talking about.

“Are you okay?”

“I should be asking that.” you replied to Gyeong-seok, who smiled faintly.

“I’m relieved at the thought that we might actually get out of here,” Hyun-ju said, glancing at where Gi-hun was interrogating Young-il with other players around. “we have the Front Man in our hands.”

You smiled at the thought of finally going home. You had a fling a few years ago, Sae-Byeok. You were close to her younger brother, Cheol — when you made enough money, you paid for his custody and adopted him. He was probably worried about your sudden disappearance. He only had you left, since Sae-Byeok had also vanished and was presumed dead by the state.

“When we get out, we’re having lunch at Mrs. Jang’s place, right?” you asked. Hyun-ju looked at you with a smile, while Gyeong-seok seemed shy.

“She didn’t exactly invite me-”

"I invite you," you interrupted him confidently. Gyeong-seok blushed, still shy. " If you want."

“Then… can I bring my daughter with me?”

You looked at him in surprise, just like Hyun-ju.

“Excuse me, you have a daughter?”

“Yes… I’m here to pay for her treatment. She’s seven, and she has skin cancer…” he said quietly, looking lost in thought.

Sadness hit you.

You glanced at Hyun-ju, and both of you placed a hand on each of his shoulders.

“I’m sure Mrs. Jang won’t mind if you bring one more person, especially a little girl. I was even thinking of bringing a friend myself, if Mrs. Jang doesn’t mindm” you said with a weak smile, trying to cheer him up.

Hyun-ju looked around.

“Well, it looks like our lunch is settled then.”

You and Gyeong-seok followed her gaze, spotting Young-il free, opening the doors to announce the games were over. No bluff — he seemed confident. Of course he was: Gi-hun and Jung-bae were pointing a gun at his head.

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The man wasn’t lying. The games were over. There was no vote, just a decision — backed by the threat of violence.

The same process as the kidnapping was repeated. During the night, toxic gas was released into the dormitory. The Guards stripped the players down to their underwear, then tossed them into separate vans. Each person was blindfolded, wrists and ankles bound, and dumped in different cities along with their belongings.

You were thrown onto a street in Gwangmyeong, the city where you’d been living temporarily after gaining custody of Cheol. Strangely, nothing covered your mouth, so you used it to gnaw at the rope around your wrists, eventually freeing yourself after countless tries. Pulling off the blindfold, you sat on the ground and looked around, spotting someone a little ahead doing the same thing.

“Hyun-ju??”

The woman seemed to hear you and immediately nodded. The night made it a little hard to see.

You smiled with relief as you recognized her, then returned to struggling with the ropes on your ankles. Whoever had tied them had made the knot even tighter than the one on your wrists, making it harder. Minutes later, a shadow loomed over you. Looking up, you saw Hyun-ju, already dressed in normal clothes.

A white blouse and a black skirt. She looked… cute.

“Let me help you.”

You didn’t even answer, just watched her untie the knot, feeling a bit embarrassed to be half-naked. But her gaze didn’t linger on your body; she was focused on freeing you. When she finally got the rope off, you sighed in relief and quickly put your clothes back on.

“Where do you live?” Hyun-ju asked curiously.

Even though you had grown closer to her than to Gyeong-seok, you’d never shared much about your personal life. She only knew you were a foreigner and that you and that you had custody of Cheol.

“Two blocks from here. And you?”

“Looks like we’re neighbors.” she said with a faint smile.

The walk to your house was comfortable. The streets were empty, but it didn’t feel like a horror movie — after all, you were with Cho Hyun-ju. At one point, you remembered hearing her talk to Gyeong-seok about being a former sergeant in the South Korean special forces, which was pretty badass.

Too bad those bastards had rejected her for being a trans woman.

Her house was just three doors down from yours. You exchanged numbers before saying goodbye. Cheol had been asleep, but he woke to the noise, and when he saw you, he cried in your arms all night, terrified you had abandoned him.

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The next day, you took a two-and-a-half-hour shower, making up for the three days without bathing on that mysterious game island. Afterward, you put on clothes you liked and walked Cheol to his school. Even though he didn’t want to go, desperate to know where you had been.

“I already told you, I’ll explain everything later, okay?” The boy huffed indignantly before hugging you and heading inside.

As you stepped outside, you spotted Hyun-ju at a lottery shop, holding a surprise card. You crossed the street to greet her warmly, and she returned the gesture, showing you her card before revealing the balance.

₩2.6 billion.

“Wow!”

The word left your mouth automatically. Hyun-ju smiled faintly, guilt lingering in her eyes at the thought that all that money carried the blood of so many others.

“You must’ve gotten one too. Mine was inside my bag.”

You frowned, checking your bag. Sure enough, there was the same card inside.

“So… what’s the first thing you’re gonna do with this money?” you asked playfully, staring at the card in thought.

“I’m not sure yet,” she admitted with a shy smile as the two of you left the shop. “I don’t want to spend it all at once. I’ll try to find a job, earn slowly until I feel safe enough to move to Thailand and finish my surgeries.”

You nodded understandingly. Hyun-ju always seemed shy when talking about her surgeries and her past, but with you, she seemed more comfortable.

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“Is that Gyeong-seok?” Hyun-ju tilted her head.

You didn’t even answer, dashing toward him excitedly. The moment he saw you, he froze in place. His daughter noticed you and slid down from his lap, grabbing some paintbrushes curiously.

“Gyeong-seok!! Remember us??” you asked playfully, out of breath as you stopped in front of him.

He stood up so quickly his stool toppled over.

“Y/n-” He hugged you tightly, clearly having missed you.

Subtly, he breathed in the scent of your neck — not enough to make you uncomfortable, but enough that he noticed he liked it.

“Oh, so you work here” Hyun-ju remarked as she approached, admiring the surroundings.

The short-haired woman he had been speaking to was still there, watching silently but keeping her attention on the child.

“I’m glad you came. Jun-hee just passed by,” he said cheerfully, pulling a piece of paper with a handwritten number from his pocket and handing it to you. “It’s Mrs. Jang’s address—she invited us all for lunch one of these days. She even said I could bring Na-yeon.”

You glanced at the paper, reading the number, then looked back at him.

“‘Na-yeon’? That’s your daughter’s name?” Hyun-ju asked sweetly.

You looked at the little girl playing with the paintbrushes and smiled warmly.

“Clearly a tribute to Lee Yoo-mi.”

Gyeong-seok looked confused. “Who’s ‘Lee Yoo-mi’?”

Hyun-ju stared at him in surprise while you looked at him in disbelief.

“Daddy, are those the women you were drawing?” Na-yeon asked, holding up a sketch.

A beautifully detailed drawing of you and Hyun-ju. Cute, realistic.

Hyun-ju blushed with a shy smile while you fought the urge to cry. Nobody had ever drawn you before.

“Na-yeon...”

“That’s so sweet! Nobody’s ever drawn me before. Thank you!” you said in a shaky, emotional tone, hugging Gyeong-seok.

He blinked in confusion but hugged you back.

“Uh, yes, thank you?” Hyun-ju muttered, still a bit flustered.

And that woman was still there.

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When it was time to pick up Cheol from school, Gyeong-seok and Hyun-ju walked with you, Na-yeon asleep in her father’s arms. The three of you got to know each other better, even scheduling other supposedly "friendly" meetups. When Cheol returned with you, he bombarded you with questions about where you’d all met, but Hyun-ju was quick to spin some convincing lies that eased his suspicions.

The week went on like that. You always found yourself meeting them, and even got Gyeong-seok’s number. The games faded into the background for now, leaving only the joy of being alive — watching Gyeong-seok sketch in the park or watching Na-yeon play with Cheol.

By early Friday afternoon, two weeks after escaping the games, the lunch at Mrs. Jang’s house was set. You showered, debating whether to wear something cute… or something a little more provocative.

You weren’t sure why the thought crossed your mind—maybe spending so many days close to Hyun-ju and Gyeong-seok had awakened something in you. You’d felt the same way around Sae-Byeok once, even if you weren’t officially dating and only shared kisses and touches. Now, you felt that way for two people at the same time.

And the best part? You were sure they felt the same about you.

Once Cheol was dressed, you waited for Hyun-ju before heading together to the elderly woman’s house. Hyun-ju tried to hide it, but you noticed the way her gaze lingered on your body — your legs, your shoulders… your ass. When you arrived, Gyeong-seok was already at the door, and when Yong-sik opened it, there were hugs and emotional greetings. Especially between Young-mi and Hyun-ju, who seemed oddly close.

Even though everyone had just seen each other days ago—on a mysterious island.

Mrs. Jang finished lunch and Yong-sik set the table. Jun-hee and Dae-ho seemed overjoyed to see you, Gi-hun got emotional at the sight of Cheol, since he’d known him as he’d known Sae-Byeok—though you weren’t sure how. Jun-hee had also brought along a friend, Se-mi, who had been Player 380 in the games. You’d never noticed her before, so you greeted her with a nod, though you could feel her eyes on you throughout the meal.

Young-mi sat beside Hyun-ju, chatting happily. You didn’t mind—or at least you told yourself you didn’t — but a sharp sting of jealousy pierced your chest. Gyeong-seok noticed your look but pretended otherwise.

“(...) Your daughter’s very cute, by the way, Gyeong-seok!” Jun-hee said brightly, resting a hand on her pregnant belly.

“Yes! What’s her name?” Mrs. Jang asked curiously, since he hadn’t spoken much during the meal.

The painter smiled sheepishly, realizing his slip, while his daughter was already enjoying her dessert. “Park Na-yeon. That’s her name, sorry.”

“What a lovely name!”

“Na-yeon? Like from TWICE?” Yong-sik teased.

Mrs. Jang sighed, smacking her son’s shoulder and muttering something. Jung-bae and Dae-ho laughed loudly, while the others tried to hold it in.

When dessert arrived, Cheol began talking about life with Sae-Byeok back in North Korea, describing how they had never had access to healthy meals. The atmosphere grew heavy at the table, but not enough to distract Gyeong-seok’s eyes from the revealing clothes you had chosen to wear.

In a moment of distraction, Jung-bae started recounting his time in the Marine, for some reason making Dae-ho uncomfortable—though he hid it well. Gyeong-seok had to cover Na-yeon’s ears when Jung-bae detailed killing some random guy with multiple gunshots. The graphic story, combined with the heavier mood, left Young-mi startled, clinging to Hyun-ju for comfort. The older woman held her protectively.

And suddenly, she didn’t seem to be paying you much attention at all.

You let out a quiet sigh when you noticed everyone’s eyes fixed on Jung-bae, still telling his story like some psychopath. Even Cheol seemed intrigued, though his appetite had already disappeared. You stood silently from the table, walking away and slipping into the bathroom, hoping no one noticed.

Gyeong-seok noticed.

He saw you leave and frowned, glancing at Young-mi clinging to Hyun-ju. He put the pieces together; he suspected you felt something for the ex-sergeant. He slipped away from the table just as quietly. Hyun-ju noticed too.

The man knocked on the bathroom door, the sound thankfully soft. You washed your face at the sink, murmuring something that sounded like permission. As soon as he stepped in, he moved silently toward you, meeting your gaze through the mirror.

“…You like her, don’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer, leaving you startled.

Of course, it was too obvious.

You nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, embarrassed at being alone with him in such a tight space. Gyeong-seok felt the same, his heart pounding as flashes of indecent scenes crossed his mind. But before he dared suggest anything, you did it for him.

“You’re very handsome, you know that?” you turned to face him directly, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “Na-yeon is lucky to have a father like you. Handsome and kind.”

The man swallowed hard, blushing. Instead of shrinking away like he normally would, he stepped forward, pressing his body against yours, making your back hit the wall.

“You’re beautiful too, Y/n.” His eyes dropped to your lips, then flicked back up to your eyes. “Na-yeon would be lucky to have you as a stepmother.”

That was it.

You grabbed him by the collar, closing your eyes and pulling him into a desperate but unhurried kiss. The painter didn’t hesitate, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

The bathroom felt hotter, your tongues sliding against each other. One of your hands tangled in his hair, tugging strands that earned you a low moan, while the other dug into his shoulder, your nails scratching his skin through the fabric. He didn’t let that slide, sliding a hand under your skirt, gripping your thigh and hooking it around his waist, both of you groaning as his hard length pressed against you through his pants.

When he ground against your clothed core, his hardness rubbing firmly, the door suddenly swung open.

Gyeong-seok tore himself from the kiss instantly, eyes wide, stepping beside you, both hands covering the bulge in his pants. You froze, breathless, staring at Hyun-ju in the doorway, her expression unreadable.

“Y-You could’ve knocked!” you muttered, embarrassed, biting your lip.

Hyun-ju’s face stayed impassive as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Gyeong-seok blinked when he saw her lock it, her gaze never leaving the two of you.

“I heard everything.”

You let out a heavy breath, unsure how to react. Gyeong-seok’s expression shifted to unreadable now too, watching Hyun-ju move closer. She glanced at the painter, then at you, her hand rising to your cheek, thumb stroking slow circles on your skin.

“I like you too, Y/n.”

You couldn’t hold back the smile that spread across your lips, though it faltered when you glanced at Gyeong-seok, guilt washing over you.

“B-But I like him too...” you admitted, eyes locking on the painter.

Gyeong-seok smiled at you. Hyun-ju smiled as well. “Yeah, me too.”

Your eyes widened, shifting between them.

“Uh… so now what?”

Both shrugged. Hyun-ju took your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to it.

“Now… we could be girlfriends?” she glanced at Gyeong-seok, smiling faintly. “I mean, we can be dating? Sorry.”

The man just chuckled softly.

“Sounds like a good idea.” He looked at you with hope. “So… boyfriend and girlfriends?”

You pretended to think it over, then nodded, taking Gyeong-seok’s hand with your free one.

“Yes, boyfriends and girlfriends.”

Hyun-ju let out a breath of relief, leaning in to press her lips to yours. You kissed her back happily, one hand resting on her shoulder. Gyeong-seok squeezed your hand gently before moving behind you, trailing kisses down your neck and shoulder, letting go of your hand to grip your waist firmly with both.

“Where did we leave off?” Gyeong-seok teased, nibbling at your shoulder.

You sighed into Hyun-ju’s kiss, fighting the urge to moan, your hands roaming under her shirt, exploring the lines of her abdomen.

“At the part where we prove our love to our sweetie princess.” Hyun-ju murmured against your lips, cupping your face with both hands.

A muffled moan escaped you, breaking the kiss for air, then tugging your shirt up and off. Hyun-ju’s eyes flicked down to your sports bra. You felt something hard press against your ass, Gyeong-seok’s ragged breath heavy in your ear.

“I’ve been craving this.” you whispered, tossing your shirt onto the sink.

Hyun-ju’s hands slid up to your bra, her eyes silently asking for permission. You nodded, and she lifted the fabric, exposing your hardened breasts to her. The ex-sergeant began to squeeze them slowly, pulling needy moans from your lips. Behind you, Gyeong-seok admired the scene, his cock hardening at the sight.

“Y-Y/n…” the man murmured nervously, his hands gripping your hips lightly. “Can I go inside you?”

You smirked, hiking your skirt up and sliding your panties down. Hyun-ju’s gaze flicked down, while Gyeong-seok exhaled deeply, his hands moving to your ass, kneading the flesh, nearly making you gasp.

“Won’t they miss us at the table?” Hyun-ju suddenly asked, still not looking away.

“You didn’t think about that when you played with my tits.”

Gyeong-seok grinned, and you heard him unzip his pants. Hyun-ju gave you a serious look before doing the same. Your eyes dropped to her trousers, only now noticing the bulge. She leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“You talk too much.” she growled, the sound making your skin tingle. She finished tugging her trousers and boxers down, revealing her thick, hard cock leaking pre-cum. “Don’t you agree, Gyeong-seok?”

The painter hummed uncertainly, shoving his boxers down to his knees, his shaft bouncing against your ass, igniting more fire in your core.

“Maybe.” one hand stroked his cock while the other slid across your back. “Sit down and get into the doggy position.”

Your throat bobbed as you obeyed, getting into position without breaking eye contact with Hyun-ju. She stepped back, one hand brushing your hair, caressing the strands as Gyeong-seok lined up behind you, the tip of his cock sliding against your folds, pulling out a whimper.

“Gyeong-seok…”

“Quiet.” Hyun-ju tugged your hair lightly — not hurting, just controlling — which only turned you on more. “You don’t want the others to hear, right?” you shook your head. “Then take my... cock like a good girl.”

You and Gyeong-seok were both breathless, and you obeyed the woman, wrapping your lips around the tip of her cock, tasting her before sliding deeper — not enough to choke, but enough to make her groan — then pulling back. At the same time, Gyeong-seok pushed just the head of his cock into your dripping entrance, making you swallow down a moan.

“F-Fuck, so tight…” he muttered, biting his lip. “Is this your first time, dear?”

You popped off Hyun-ju’s cock, earning a sigh of frustration from the ex-sergeant.

“No. Go all in.”

You weren’t sure why those words came out, but damn, you were glad they did.

Gyeong-seok buried himself fully in your pussy while you went back to sucking Hyun-ju. All three of you moaned low.

“Fuck, Y/n...” Hyun-ju groaned, gripping your hair tighter, not forcing, just holding.

The painter stilled for a few moments, letting you adjust, the wet sounds of your lips working Hyun-ju’s cock filling the air.

In a way, she really was your dessert.

When you pushed your hips back slightly, giving Gyeong-seok the green light, he grabbed your hips and started thrusting — slow, but deep — like he was testing if you were really experienced. Hyun-ju ignored him completely, her focus locked on watching you choke down her cock.

Only you could do that to her.

Feeling teased, you whined around Hyun-ju’s shaft, pushing your hips back harder against Gyeong-seok’s cock, begging for more.

Faster.

“Impatient…” he muttered, amused, before granting your request and quickening his pace.

You moaned, vibrations buzzing around Hyun-ju’s cock as you bobbed your head. Gyeong-seok stayed careful, not wanting to hurt you, and tried to keep the noise down so no one would catch you.

“Obedient.” Hyun-ju corrected him, her voice rough with the edge of climax.

Gyeong-seok didn’t slow, his grip bruising your hips. You knew you’d be marked up by the time you showered. A particularly sharp thrust made your eyes roll when he slammed against your cervix, hitting your sweet spot. You gagged around Hyun-ju and pulled back, panting.

“S-Shibal-” you moaned as Gyeong-seok pounded deeper. “I-I’m close-”

Hyun-ju cut you off, shoving her cock back into your mouth. You moaned, sucking harder as her shaft twitched on your tongue.

“Princess…” Gyeong-seok groaned low, biting his lip hard as your pussy clenched around him. “Can I cum inside?”

Bold.

Normally, you would’ve said no — you weren’t ready for that kind of responsibility. But now? With the three of you, maybe it didn’t sound so reckless.

Hyun-ju raised a brow at him, skeptical. You eagerly nodded, never letting go of her cock.

Relieved, Gyeong-seok slid his hands down to your ass, giving your hips some relief. Hyun-ju cursed in low Korean, pulling back slightly, but still cumming down your throat. You swallowed it all, locking eyes with her. Seconds later, Gyeong-seok spilled inside you, and the rush pushed you over the edge too. He couldn’t resist thrusting a few more times, milking you, before pulling out.

Hyun-ju sighed, aroused, pulling you up by the shoulders and stealing a kiss, tasting herself on your lips. Gyeong-seok just stood there, staring, not sure what to do — he’d never been in a threesome before, much less a relationship like this.

You broke away from Hyun-ju to kiss him too, while her lips traced down your neck and her hands roamed your body. His stayed on your ass, steady, grounding. Just when you thought round two was coming, someone knocked on the door.

Dead silence.

“Hate to ruin the fun, but Jun-hee’s in labor. Jung-bae and Gi-hun went with her in the ambulance, Mrs. Jang is freaking out,Yong-Sik, Young Mi and Dae-Ho are watching Na-yeon and Cheol. So… wrap it up.” an unfamiliar voice called from behind the door.

Se-mi.

You licked your lips, torn between lust and worry for Jun-hee. The three of you exchanged a look before hurrying to wash up and get dressed — no more teasing touches.

Once you’d splashed water on your face and straightened your clothes, you walked out first, embarrassed. Luckily, Se-mi had left, and Mrs. Jang was occupied elsewhere.

You could hardly wait to tell Cheol you were dating a hot ex-sergeant and a hot single dad.