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Habitual Sin
Seo Moon Jo x Fem!Reader
Lee Dong Wook x Fem!Reader
Summary - There’s something wrong with the new priest at your church. He’s… off. No one else has noticed; he’s stunning and they all just want to be around the shiny new thing. Small towns get dull, but this priest promises to be very entertaining.
Genre - Smut
Warnings - Unprotected sex… in a church, fingering, mentions of religion obviously, swearing, is he the devil?! Will need to go to confession after reading this fic! Beta reader needed to take breaks while reading! Read at your own risk! It’s too hot to handle!
Word Count - 2.8k
A/N - This is a request for my impromptu 1500 follower celebration. God have mercy 🙏I know what I do, but this was too hot not to write <3 If I’m going to hell I’m taking @trashlord-007 with me (thanks for the request 😂)
There’s something up with this priest. He. Is. Off. You’re not sure how else to describe it, that feeling that makes the hair on the back of your hair stand up and triggers goosebumps on your arms, the emptiness within that lets you know something isn’t quite right.
You’re feeling it now.
There’s something wrong with this priest.
He’s a priest (at least that’s how he’s presenting himself) so there shouldn’t be alarms ringing in your head, the sound clanging deep within your gut and vibrating off your ribcage as it threatens to burst out like something from a sci-fi horror film. Scrunching up your face at the thought, you shift back and forth on your heels and look out past the small group currently organising medical kits.
It’s a beautiful day. The sun is bright, there’s minimal clouds. The temperature is perfect with a slight breeze that caresses your face. The place is packed, the turnout is amazing. Natural disasters seem to bring out the best in people.
Everything is, for lack of a better word, perfect… yet that priest keeps catching your attention and you know, you know that something isn’t quite right.
Placing the last thermometer into the emergency kits you’re in charge of assembling, you nod at your small group of five before moving closer to him. He’s working in the food section. It’s the largest pile and therefore the most people are in his area, though you wonder if he’s the reason for the influx of people. They’re all fawning over him. It’s pathetic, really. Don’t they see it?
And yes, he is stunning, but hold onto your tits, ladies. Afterall he is still a priest. Even if his black shirt and black pants hug him in all the right places, and if it weren’t for that white clerical collar you would take him for any typical person here.
But he’s a man of the cloth. Just an average priest.
Well, not just an averagepriest. He towers over the volunteers, though that’s not the only thing catching people’s attention. It’s his wavy hair that threatens length yet doesn’t fall past his neck, and lips that defy the laws of gravity; full and plush, moving in the most peculiar ways, with teeth that peek out when he smiles. He’s beautiful but cute, a contradiction in parts, and otherworldly.
He stands out.
That’s what gives him away. A priest shouldn’t stand out, shouldn't bring attention to himself. They wouldn’t. After all that attention belongs to God.
“The service was beautiful, Father.”
Rolling your eyes, you toss a few cans into the box in front of you. The service felt off, too. The words were all correct, he knew each line but… that’s just it – they felt like lines. Something he had to say, not something he actually meant.
“Yes, it really was! What a blessing it is to have you here. We’re so glad you came to visit us, Father Moon Jo,” one of the women drooling over the priest pipes up, her eyes flickering back and forth between his face and the food she’s packing.
“I’m the one who’s blessed,” he says with a small smile. You’re still surprised by how soft spoken he is. You didn’t notice it at first, but his voice is deep, and there’s danger hidden beneath the allure of calm. “This really is a wonderful conjugation.”
The women practically swoon. You scoff at their obvious infatuation, then cough to cover your slip-up when they look over. Flashing your most demure grin, you continue to pack food neatly into the cardboard box in front of you.
Once the box is full you move to the end of the table to grab another. Your lip curls as you bend down to look for one but come up short. You search the area for a moment, hoping there’s one more box. Just one would be fine.
“There’s some boxes in the church.” He’s behind you. From the way the ladies further down the table nonchalantly crane their necks, it seems they can’t hear him. “Follow me. I’ll show you where.”
“Oh surely someone else would prefer…” the words drift off as you turn and come face to face with him. Well, technically face to chest. Your eyes scan the broad expanse briefly before finding his face. The look of disdain that contorts his features has you looking down to the ground, nodding your head like a schoolgirl. “Sure, let’s do that.”
Dragging your feet you follow behind, kicking up dirt and small pebbles along the thin, paved path in a half-assed display of rebellion. That is until he glances at you with that intense, dead stare and waits for you to catch back up. When he moves again you quicken your pace to keep up with his long strides, each step taking you further away from the gossiping group now all huddled together instead of performing the tasks they’ve been assigned.
The small church isn’t earth shattering, it won’t win any awards for its architecture, but it’s still breathtaking. Withered bricks and stained glass greet all who pass with a whisper of a broken past. The building was erected when the town was first established. The interior, however, had been damaged in a plumbing mishap a few years back. The whole place was a disaster and had to be completely stripped down to bare bones and was replaced with cheap wood pews and sleek modern white walls. Now only the exterior is holding out its original glory.
Stepping inside you dunk two fingers into the bowl of holy water and make the sign of the cross in front of the crucifix gracing the opposite wall with a small bow before glancing around the small church for the boxes. They must be in the back. You start to walk further into the church but come to an abrupt halt when halfway down the aisle the priest turns.
“You know, I just remembered,” he says, clicking his fingers, “I left the boxes in the confessional.”
“The confessional?” Narrowing your eyes, you look over your shoulder towards the confession booth. It’s small, smaller than the original. Just a wooden box with tempered glass and intricate lattice inbetween to help make you comfortable as you confess your sins, keeping those inside from prying eyes as if the town and priest alike don’t know who’s on the other side. “Are you sure?”
“Quite.” His face is still. He’s waiting for you to walk over there but there’s no way. Why would he put the boxes in there? Okay, yes, when they are not assembled it’s just flat cardboard, but still, how many could you cram in there?
“Well,” you say, shuffling back and forth before turning on your heels. He’s a priest, what’s the worst that could happen? The confessional booth is closer to the front door anyway.
Taking tentative steps towards the booth, you look over your shoulder just as he starts to follow, a small half-smile on his face. It’s somehow worse than if he wasn’t smiling at all, the way each muscle bends and twists as if against its own will. Swallowing hard, you continue to place one foot in front of the other until you’re in front of the booth. Reaching out, your fingers graze the smooth redwood door.
You push it open.
It’s empty.
Peeking over your shoulder you’re confronted with unmoving eyes. A sharp inhale courses through your body and you step back. It has to be on the other side, you try to reason with yourself, not wanting to admit the truth. Your shoulders tremble as you shuffle over to the other door, swallowing hard as you push it open.
Empty.
Before you can turn around he’s behind you, caging you in with his large frame. Rhythmic beats pound from deep within your eardrums as your heart attempts to escape your chest once more. Searching the small room for anything, anything at all besides the small built-in chair, you come up empty. You’re the only weapon you have. Turning, you hold up your fists and back into the room.
“Oh?” His smile turns into a full grin, distorting the pretty features of his face the further it spreads. “I guess they’re not here after all.”
“What are you playing at, priest,” you spit the last word, backing up until you’re flush against the wall.
“Hmm? It’s a simple mistake,” he says, bowing his head to walk into the tiny room.
“It’s not in here!”
“Are you sure? Did you check every inch of it?” He takes up the whole space with both height and presence. Even the air is magnetized by him.
“Where?” Struggling to suck in shallow breaths, you hold out your hands in what you hope is a threatening gesture. “They’re not here.”
“Oh?” His hands close over yours, pushing them down to your sides as he takes another step towards you. His hair falls over his eyes, making it harder to see his face in the already dim light.
“You’re not a priest.”
He chuckles before asking, “What am I?”
“You’re a devil.”
“Not the?”
“What?”
“Not the devil, just one of them?” He bends down, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispers, “There must be so many of us.”
“What are you?” The whispered words wouldn’t have been heard anywhere else but the intimacy of the small room makes them audible.
“I thought you had it all figured out.”
“Demon.”
He chuckles again, the sound vibrating against your skin and causing shivers down the right half of your body. His scent circles you, trying to make you bend to its intoxicating will. He smells of danger and lust, and it takes your entire being to resist. “Who’s to say?”
“You’re vile!”
“I’ve been called worse.”
“What are you?” you ask again, pushing your palms firm against his chest. He doesn’t budge.
“What if I said I’m just a priest?”
“I’d saying you’re lying–”
“A priest who’s concerned as to why one of God’s children is so interested in everything he does. A priest that’s noticed a particular member of the flock who’s been watching him. Keeping him close while trying to catch him doing something he shouldn’t. Trying to do only God knows what,” he says, making the sign of the cross while looking towards the ceiling.
“You’re not a priest.”
“Then what? Maybe I’m an actor who’s researching a role? Or a mobster who’s on the run?” He lists off the options on his fingers. “Or, no, maybe I’m part of the witness protection program. Are you trying to blow my cover?”
Narrowing your eyes, your face scrunches as you try to read his face. Between the dull light and the monotone expression he’s providing, you don’t know what to think.
“Or,” he continues, “maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m a devil. Maybe I’m the thing your mother warned you about when you were a child. Maybe I’m the thing in the closet, the monster under the bed, your darkest desires made flesh.”
Desire?
“Please let me go,” you whisper. “If you let me out of here I won’t say anything.”
“You won’t?”
“I promise. I’ll forget everything”
“In His house?” When you nod his laughter fills the room and echoes off the walls. “You’re willing to allow darkness to fall on someone else. As long as it’s not you, is that it?”
“What–”
“You’ll forget?” His fingers dig into your scalp, tangling within your hair and snapping your head back. You jut your fists out against his chest as dread fills your body, weighing it down like cement. “What is there to forget? Have I done something to you?”
“I… I don’t know,” you say, the words weak under your strained neck. “Please, I don’t–”
His lips on yours stop the words forming, making you lose your train of thought in the shock of the kiss, both due to the fact that he’s a priest but also from the pleasure it elicits. Heat spreads out across your skin and the hands that had been held up in defence now circle around his back, pulling him closer. He tastes provocative, like the forbidden fruit, like power and control.
Addictive. His scent, his taste, his face; he’s a drug, pure addiction.
Grinding your hips against his, his cock firm under your touch, you suck on his tongue as he lifts you up by your arse. Moaning, you wrap your legs around him with wanton abandon, wanting him more than you’ve wanted anything before. Your hands pull at the tucked material of his shirt in frustration, tugging on the fabric until it yields to your will and you’re able to slip your hands under.
He’s unbuckling his belt and you’re inspecting his chest with your fingertips, neither of you allowing a moment to pass without your lips on each other's skin. Neck, throat, ears and lips, every sensation worshipped as your tongues explore every inch within reach.
His fingers sneak under your skirt, pulling your panties to the side so he can slip a finger inside. Currents of molten lava threaten to erupt from within as you throw your head back. His finger curls up to find that perfect spot with ease, as if he’d already found it before. His thumb circles your clit. Between the pressure of your g-spot and the bundle of nerves he’s caressing, your pussy throbs, each stroke bringing you closer to the orgasm you’ve been denying yourself for way too long.
“This is wrong,” you mutter against his cheek as he adds another finger and nibbles on your ear.
“Sinner.” He chuckles and between the friction of his movements and the way he taunts you with his words, you come undone in his hands, your body shuddering against his as flames course through your veins. It’s bliss.
Is this heaven or hell? Before you can ponder the question, your muscles still spasming from your high, he removes his hand and plunges his thick cock into your dripping pussy. A guttural sob exits your lips and you tense at both the shock of your own voice and the overstimulation of your throbbing clit. Was your heartbeat always this loud? Can he feel it beating against his dick?
“Father Moon Jo?”
Breath hitching, you freeze. It’s one of the gossiping women from the tent. You’ve known her since you were a child but for the life of you you can’t seem to remember her name. She’s walking inside, up the aisle, looking for the man currently balls deep inside your tight cunt. This is your punishment, God is angry that you’re fucking one of His priests, or, well, someone in His church. Letting out a jagged breath, you hope she’ll give up and go away on her own.
The priest bites into your neck and you let out a gasp. Balling up your fists still twisted up inside his shirt, you glare up at him as he continues to move inside you, long slow movements with a devious grin on his lips.
“Ah, Father Moon Jo? Is that you?”
She turns back, the outline of her body barely visible through the grated wood and frosted glass shielding the door. The closer she gets, the easier it is to make her out… meaning the easier it is to make you out. Breathing in a staggered inhale as tears spring to your eyes, you plead silently with the demon in front of you. His grin widens and instead he picks up the pace, thrusting inside you with a carnal hunger. You tremble under the pleasure and if he wasn’t already holding you up, your knees would surely have buckled underneath you.
She’s only a few steps away now. Pounding your fists against his chest doesn’t help. He continues to pound into you at a frantic pace. Shaking your head back and forth, huffed pants and soft whines filling the booth, you drive your hips into his. The room is a sauna, sweat dripping down your back.
“Ah, is someone in there?”
“Yes! Yes!” you scream out the words as he drives into you. She says your name right as you release an animalistic growl.
“Can you come back later?” The priest’s voice is calm, serene. “I’m in the middle of an impromptu confession.”
“Oh? Oh! I’m so sorry! I’ll wait outside,” she says, walking quickly back the way she came, throwing a questionable look over her shoulder before she exits.
“The face of the fallen woman is the most delicious,” he says, slamming your back against the wall. He slides his tongue along your throat and across your jaw. “You taste like starlight and broken dreams – exquisite.”
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I want to do a breeding FF but idk who to write it for…so y’all can pick, it’ll be posted Wednesday with part 3 of the Jisung AU.
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Dinner date with Lee Dongwook
You came home after your dinner date with Lee Dongwook. You sat on a couch and he laid on top of you, pushing you down on your back. You giggled and he kissed you on the lips. His hand started traveling over your body, squeezing the soft flesh. You moaned into the kiss as he put his hand between your bodies and circled your clit with his fingers. You helped him slip your dress off and he pushed your thongs aside. He pushed in two of his fingers, slowly sliding them in and out. Once his fingers were dripping with your arousal he pushed his dress pants down and slid his c*ck over your p*ssy. He pushed himself in and you wrapped your legs around his torso. You relaxed your body and enjoyed his member going in and out of you. His hand soon started circling your clit again. He places kisses on your neck as you arched your back. "Baby, baby!", you moaned as you came around him. He slowed down his thrusts to a stop and let you enjoy the feeling of being full while calming down. "That was so good, baby.", you mumbled out of your breath and kissed him. "I know, baby.", he answered while smirking. You slapped his biceps and you both laughed. He lifted your legs over his shoulder and slowly continued thrusting into you. "Oh, God!", you moaned at the new position. He sped up his rhythm and soon pulled out to cum on your thighs and tummy. He laid on top of you for a minute as he came down from his high. Without warning he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom. He filled up the bathtub and let you get in first. He sat behind you and pulled you to lay on him. He placed kisses on your neck, cheek and hair here and there as he talked to you about funny moments that happened today on the set.
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Lee Dong Wook (Korean Actor) - Ideal Partner Tarot Reading
Disclaimer:
All readings have purely entertainment nature
I don’t know any of the celebrities personally
Don’t base life decisions purely on tarot readings
I can never guarantee any of what’s said in the reading
Before requesting, read the pinned post and appropriate linked post
Tarot readings are my hobby - I’m not obligated to accept any of the requests nor to complete them, it’s my choice, not duty
Waiting time is long, even several months
If you can’t wait, please, seek other tarot reader
Reading Info:
Rating: 18+
Reading Type: Single - Couple
Requested: Yes - No
Requester: /
Deck: Mythic Goddess Tarot + Goddesses and Sirens Oracle
Spread: Ideal Partner
Questions:
Body
Heart
Spirit
Soul
Time
Place
Celebrity Info:
Full Name: Lee Dong Wook
Stage Name: Lee Dong Wook
Group: Korean Actor
DOB: 06.11.1981
Sun Sign: Scorpio
Chinese Sign: Metal Rooster
Life Path Number: 9
Masterpost: Solo Artists
Ko-fi - Voluntary Tip for Readings
Happy Happy Happy and the Happiest of Birthday to Lee Dong Wook!! This beautiful and charming man, the Mr. Darcy of KDrama! I wish him all the best yet to come and joy and love and respect. May he always be merry and surrounded by good people! 💖
Lee Dong Wook
Lee Dong Wook (Korean Actor)
Deck: Mythic Goddess Tarot + Goddesses and Sirens Oracle
Spread: Ideal Partner
Body - XV The Devil (Ananke - Rebirth) + Morgana Le Fae (Magic)
Wook’s special person doesn’t have to be the most beautiful creature in the world, in fact, they can have features speaking of what they have been through in the past, something that might put superficial people off. However, due to the fact they have been reborn, shed all the past addictions, bad habits, toxicity, let go of their past and started to rebuild themselves anew, they have certain magic magnetism. Their eyes are mysterious and they are not easy to read, their fashion says nothing specific about their true personality. They will only reveal their true self to those who are worth it and everybody else can only guess what’s going on behind their poker face.
Heart - 8 of Swords (Restriction) + Hathor (Contentment)
Wook’s perfect match is likely someone who has been through heartbreaks before and they have probably, quite sensibly, decided to put some thick walls and heavy locks around it so no more fickle individuals can come and play with it again. Putting restrictions on their own heart and feelings brought them needed contentment. They can now experience joy which they themselves bring and regulate, they are the creators of their own happiness and live in peace without their moods being dependent on someone having a grasp on their heart. Wook might need to put some real effort in to find the way to them. However, he’s a man up for the challenge.
Spirit - Queen of Pentacles (Unifying), 2 of Pentacles (Balancing Resources) + Rhiannon (Self-trust)
Wook’s significant other is someone well balanced and with a nearly maternal approach towards people they love. They are caring and nurturing but at the same time they will try to support others in a healthy way - teach them how to handle things on their own rather than doing everything on their behalf. This person is likely healing at the time from their past and they are reinstating their self-esteem and self-trust again. They are learning how to be themselves and how to say no when something doesn’t align with their true path. It’s possible they have been through manipulation or gaslighting in the past and now they need to start trusting their own instincts again.
Soul - XIV Temperance (Bao Gu - Healing) + Boudicca (Unity)
We are hitting the same theme in this reading again and again. Wook’s ideal partner has a little beaten soul. They are going through a process of healing after being treated with disrespect or cruelty even. They are collecting the pieces of their own core, glueing them together, assembling themselves like a jigsaw puzzle. On the other hand, their experience with mistreatment might actually help them to help others, to be the balm on their wounds because they simply know how it feels. Wook’s ideal person is a strong individual deep down in their soul, they don’t give up easily even when they have been temporarily defeated or when the enemy has vastly bigger power than them.
Time - 7 of Cups (Abundance of Options)
Here the cards are not exactly sure when or at what occasion Wook meets his ideal partner. It can be really any time. It’s more like an uncertain future type of card so I dare to say they haven’t met yet and it’s not even decided whether they will actually meet. It’s possible Wook will simply miss his ideal partner on the way, never meeting them.
Place - 6 of Swords (Healing)
However, if Wook manages to find his destined lover (or they find him) and they decide to live together, their home will be a place of deep healing, a secure, protected and blessed place for both of them, a safe harbour, their very private space where nobody is allowed to disturb them. They might actually live extremely privately, their home being a top secret location, no journalists knowing where it is.
Zodiac Sign - /
I have to say, I love to do Lee Dong Wook's readings because this man is so special, it's never boring. There's always something completely unique I find out in the reading. I swear he's gonna stay a bachelor for the rest of his life because finding someone who could actually satisfy him, that's a Herculean task. Although I could be a good substitute if he comes and asks me, no problem. 😂
Yeah, consider the option, Mr. Lee. I'll be here waiting for you. 😂
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They won't notice.
Summary: Dong Wook is attracted to you.
Today you will be visiting a variety show, well, you're gonna be one of the cast/members.
You will be with Kim Beom, Lee Dong-Wook,Song Kang and Kim Soohyun. You might be wondering why it's all boys... Well I am too.
Right now you are in the car, waiting patiently until you get to your destination. Today was a very tough day as a trainee actor, not only you need to be a member of some show, but with professional actors too! (Hot too, hehe)
Your train of thoughts got cut off when the vehicle suddenly stopped, making you look at the driver and to the window, that's when it hits you, you're here. (That's kind of a dumb paragraph)
Your palms started to sweat and your whole half body became noodles-- you are so nervous right now, being with professional actors with a lot of money! And in a big industry too! (Big dick 🤭)
The door opened, gesturing you to get out of the car, in which you did. Following the producers, you are now face to face with the handsome actors.
“hi everyone!” I bowed, bending my knees, “it's nice to meet you!” you beamed.
The actors smiled and introduced themselves, “I'm (Full Name), you can call me anything you want!”
“anything?” Mr. Lee repeated, making you nod and smile.
Mr. Lee looked at the rest of the men and smirked, in which they confusedly did too.
“well then, why don't you start your day?” the producers start, making y'all go inside and find your room, making the way to the room, you noticed it's a lavender painted room, it's fascinating. You will be the only one who will sleep here, sadly, while the men will be in one big room.
You unpacked your things and got outside.
“hi again” you smiled at them, making them copy the action, suddenly Beom asked us what to eat for lunch, we all agreed on eating bibimbap.
Mr. Lee cut the ingredients needed, while the rest of them were doing things, “Princess, do you know how to make desserts or anything sweet?” Wook ask, making you nod. “my family owns a cafe, you can trust me on that!” making him smile and continue what his doing.
You decide to grab the ingredients you're gonna need, you'll make Brownies, your favorite, since it's only 11:00PM, you can finish this.
Finding where the flour is, you found it above the counter, making you frown. You tried reaching it, but it was really high, you're too focused on getting the flour to notice that there is a person behind you, which is really close.
“do you need a little help?” Dong Wook/s deep voice let out, making you turn around, only to bump into his chest, which takes you long to process.
Looking up with a doe eyes, you smiled, nodding, “yes please ” you replied. He suddenly raised his brows, making you notice that there is only a single inch between your faces because he came downwards..
Your eyes widened, when he leaned to give your lips a peck.
“they won't notice that we are almost fucking, they won't.. plus I turned off the cameras.. just for you”
“we barely know each other.”
“so?..”
“we can't--” you got cut off when he smashed his lips into your own, making you stop taking.
Ok I'm tired I'll continue this tomorrow.
Plus this is fanfiction, you know it will have alot of chapters.
And tomorrow the continuation will be smut.
Don't worry, every man in this fic will have sex with you.
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So hot 🔥
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The Private Show
Seo Moon Jo x Male Reader
Lee Dong Wook x Male Reader
Summary - He’s on the other side of that wall and he knows what you’re doing, so why can’t you stop yourself?
Genre - Smut
Warnings - Smut, male masturbation, voyeurism, nipple play, sub reader, bottom reader, because sorry but Seo Moon Jo am I right?
Word Count - 525 (Just a quickie)
A/N - I can’t find the request for this one so I must have accidentally deleted it. Oops! 🥺 It was basically just asking for a male reader x Seo Moon Jo watching you masturbate - hope you like it!
He’s listening.
The muffled inhale and exhale of your breath is inarticulate. If he’s listening, it means he’s watching.
The image of him desperately grappling his belt and zipper as silent as possible so you won’t hear him flashes through your mind. The thought of him licking his lips as he watches your little show seeps into your thoughts and you can’t let it go.
With each stroke you wonder if he’s touching himself right now. Are you both in unison? Your breath hitches at the thought as you glide your fingertips across the silky soft skin of your cock, using the precum currently dripping from the tip of your dick as lube. God, you wish he would burst through the door and fuck you right here, right now.
But he won’t, and if you’re being honest with yourself you don’t want him to, at least not yet. After all, this little spectacle of yours is for him, to let him be the one left wanting for a change.
You’re feeling frisky so you use your non-dominant hand while arching back against the bed frame, your body pointing towards the wall that separates you. The long, twisting strokes almost feel like they’re from another person. Almost.
Dancing fingers glide across your chest, circling your nipple as you bite your lip, looking towards the wall that connects you. That’s it, right there. You know all your sensitive spots, and now so does he. Closing your eyes, you imagine his hands exploring your body, inspecting every inch of you.
Letting out a hoarse moan you switch hands and start to move your hips, the sound of skin on skin bounces off the walls of the small room as you pick up speed. Behind your lids you see him, lips wrapped around your cock, that signature intense gaze drinking you in. His soft waves flutter across his face as you thrust into his mouth, unable to hold it in, unable to hold back.
You’re close. You want to resist, to prolong the excitement and let the pressure build up until you burst, but you also want to chase that high as fast as you can. Just thinking about all the things he might do to you when you’re done is enough to tip you over the edge. Your breathing is erratic as you start gyrating your hips against your hand, small pants tumbling from your lips.
The beating of your heart pounds in your ears and your thoughts fade away as you tug lightly on your balls to intensify the sensation of heat spiraling throughout your body as you climax. Rubbing your shaft a few more times to allow the pulsing of your dick to surge, your taut muscles finally release the tension you’d been building up within. Warm spurts of come drip down your thighs, onto the cheap sheets. Letting out a long sigh you fall against the bed with a huff, turning back to the wall while biting your lip. You shoot him a sheepish wink.
Right as you’re about to clean up you hear a knock at the door. “I guess Daddy’s come to play.”
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Lee Dong Wook (Actor) Love is a Battlefield
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Reading Info:
Rating: 18+
Reading Type: Single - Couple
Requested: Yes - No
Deck: E. A. Poe
Spread: Love is a Battlefield
Questions:
Shining Armour (Their defence tactics)
Excalibur (Their contra attack tactics)
Achilles Heel (Their weak spot)
Abracadabra (The spell to crack their resistance)
Waterloo (How to defeat them)
Full Name: Lee Dong Wook
Stage Name: Lee Dong Wook
Group: Korean Actor
Masterpost: Solo Artists
Lee Dong Wook
Lee Dong Wook (Actor)
Deck: E. A. Poe
Spread: Love is a Battlefield
Shining Armour (Their defence tactics) - King of Wands
See the three kings in Wook’s spread? That’s one powerful and masculine energy right there. Lol. This is gonna be fun even for me. Anyway! When Wook’s falling in love off his schedule, he will become moody and bossy and might even act slightly aggressive. Not that he would punch you in the face, he’s too much of a gentleman to do that, but he’s not a soft gentleman and will use his height and proportions to try to scare you away. To put it simply, he will try to play a perfect villain. Yeah, amazing tactic because girls don’t love villains and bad boys, right?
Excalibur (Their contra attack tactics) - King of Swords
When you start to hang around even more because his “mad” stares are sexy and his height makes your head spin, he steps to verbal attacks. And they can be ruthless and savage ones. This man knows how to wound with sarcasm and irony, he’s got the wits and brains to truly hurt and destroy weaker people. Too bad your own wit can easily stand against his.
Achilles Heel (Their weak spot) - King of Pentacles
Show Wook how good you are for him. Be wise, be dependable, be the right choice. Help him with career, study scripts for roles with him, introduce him to people who can be of asset to him. Don’t act up, stand his vicious tirades with poker face and burn him when he’s finished. Show how well you can cope with his moods, stay loyal and unbothered even if Wook tries to hurt you by making that kissing scene with his colleague especially passionate in order to put you off.
Abracadabra (The spell to crack their resistance) - 9 of Swords
Wook is a difficult man to crack. He has no mercy, he doesn’t need anyone, he’s perfectly independent and self-sufficient. You will have to destroy his confidence. Make him doubt himself, his decisions. Make him believe that if he loses you, it’s gonna hurt him on way too many levels. Play mind games with him even when he’s the master of those. You have to defeat him on his field.
Waterloo (How to defeat them) - III The Empress
Marry Wook. That’s the only way to make Wook confess he loves you. He’s not saying it before the wedding takes place and you are officially and lawfully doomed to stay together. And even then he might take his time. You might actually hear his first “I love you” when your firstborn is born. Good luck. Also notice how one Empress can defeat three kings. Lol!
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Read For Me 》 P. Seonghwa
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𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔:
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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: books, fanfictions, TV shows and games took your excitement about real life away. nothing has your heart beating fast, everything is pretty much the same and dull to you. nobody could pull you out of your void of fantasy for a long time. still, your best friend decides to try one last time. she does succeed, but not in the way she meant.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: psh x reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.9k
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: smut, angst, best friend's father seonghwa
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, nsfw scenes, unprotected sex
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: in my dilf atz phase.
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.
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Buried into your books and the void of the fantasy world, you had little to no excitement left in your body for the real life events. They lacked... something. Everything was awkward, miscalculated, weird and stiff. In books, the world was so fluid. Tension, passion, strong emotions like love and hate were on almost all pages. It filled your empty memories and fantasies just right. You now wished to drop out of college, buy a castle, run into a mysterious higher vampire and be the reason he exists as a good person now. Or maybe succeed in going through the wall and ending up on Platform 9¾, preferably face first into Cedric Diggory's chest.
Erotica isn't foreign to you either. They say the dirtiest ones are usually the virgins. And they weren't wrong. The amount of frustration trapped in you did you no good. You used to wonder how your male friends could do it so often, but once you got a taste of that side, you understood better than anyone. Countless nights of your fingers working on all your sensitive buds had you only wishing for more, even after release. It just wasn't enough. You hoped for a miracle every single time. You hoped that one of the men from your fantasies would appear in your room and satisfy you just how you wanted. Wouldn't it be just perfect if Henry Cavill appeared in the room? Preferably in his Witcher costume? If not him, then Lee Dong Wook would do equally good.
You drop your book on the bed. Your eyes skimmed over words, but you didn't pay attention to a single thing that was written. You decide to take a break from reading. Maybe you could even drink your first glass of water today. The sun was almost setting, yet you only had a bowl of cereal and half of a pizza slice. You glance at the clock. You despised it. It only reminded you of how fast time flies. You didn't even get to the steamy part of your fantasy, yet you already had to get dressed and wait for your friend in the driveway.
Your college best friend is back from her seasonal vacation in the Alps. Or was it Greece this time? It didn't even matter. It seemed like they only went to keep the tradition, not because they wanted to. She was probably richer than the whole college combined, yet she didn't know where to use all her fortune. So she settled for buying presents for her friends, which is why you now have a full wall covered with books and collectible figures and movie props.
Thirty minutes later, you are outside, your eyes searching for a black Mercedes with light up wheels and a suspicious looking driver. All three of their bodyguards were funny. They weren't as they described them in books. Her bodyguards were stiff, bland, and didn't say more than a greeting. You didn't exactly expect them to flirt with you any chance they get like you were used to on the pages, but the behaviour was still a disappointment for you.
Chills run up your spine as you watch the sun set. You regret picking out the outfit you are wearing. As if you weren't aware that the summer days are far behind. You wore the dress you got from her last trip to Paris. She had a great fashion sense and loved fashion in general, and to turn down her clothes meant a heartbreak for her.
"As soon as I saw it, I thought: her."
The way she described how she found it was amusing to you. It was knee-length and had long see-through sleeves. You felt the prettiest in it.
Finally, you heard the familiar engine. You didn't even have to look. The vehicle pulled up in front of you, and before the driver could get out, the door opened. A tall masculine figure stepped out of the car, and opened the door all the way for you. You feel chills run up your spine once again, this time not from the cold, but from the sight in front of you.
The man in front of you was absolutely stunning. He had the sparkliest and biggest eyes you had ever seen, broad shoulders, a confident smirk and-
"Dad, stop messing with her! She will think she is going to get kidnapped!" Your friend's voice yelled from inside the car.
You gulped, eyes still not leaving his face. In the three years of your friendship with her, you never saw her parents. Especially her father. Not even on photos. So, naturally, you'd need time to recover from this shock.
"Whenever you are ready."
The man politely bowed his head towards the seats, then stepped back so he could close the door after you. He sat in the front seat, then nodded towards the driver as a sign to turn on the engine.
The ride was peaceful, if you exclude your friend's nails clicking against the phone screen.
"I hear you like books." The words drip from his lips like honey.
You blush at simple eye contact through the rear mirror. His gaze has your fingers playing in your lap and your thighs pressed together.
He is so hot.
"I do, Mr Park."
"That's lovely. It's rare to find people in younger generations that enjoy reading. They mainly use it as a reason to bully someone."
"It truly is," you confirm, wanting to keep the conversation going. "You enjoy books too, Sir?"
Fathers of your other friends usually tell you to call them by their names. But not Park Seonghwa. He sure as fuck is not like other fathers you've met. You don't remember the last time your cheeks felt so hot because of someone.
"Of course. I have a whole library in my house. You are free to see it if you wish. My sweet social daughter will show you. Won't you, darling?"
His gaze switches to your friend, who is too invested in the ongoing conversation on her phone to pay attention to the one happening in real life.
"Sure, sure."
Park Seonghwa shook his head with a chuckle, then sat back in silence. You looked around you. The girl next to you was dressed beautifully as usual. It surprised you how she could make all those weird elements feel so ordinary and pretty. You, on the other hand, struggled to pair the jeans and a top. You barely figured out which shoes went with the dress. You felt underdressed. Her father wore a suit, and she had an elegant short blazer which matched her trousers, paired up with heels and a matching purse. You had a phone in your hand and a tote bag with your pajamas for the night. And a jacket to keep you warm. It didn't go with the outfit you had poorly put together at all. You wanted to run back home and wear something more fitting for the house you'll be staying in for a day or two.
You were in it once. You felt ridiculously small inside it. The ceilings were so high, dazzling chandeliers hanging from them. The windows were tall and in a minimalistic style. You only wondered how much time it took to clean them. They had all sorts of things you thought were unnecessary. Like a pool. The beach was just fifteen minutes away, the pool was there just to show off. So many bedrooms also had you confused. Since Spring, only two people live there now; your friend and her father. The mother filed for a divorce as she found love in a tourist from Poland. Poor Mr Park.
"Let's go," your friend finally put the phone away.
It took you a few moments to take in all the differences that were made. The portrait of a woman and a child above the fireplace was now gone and replaced with one of the man you just met and a young lady in which you found a sister 3 years ago.
"Anyone want my famous fig cheese prosciutto bites?" The man held a silver plate full of the said bites in front of the girls.
"No, dad, disgusting. Fruit and meat?"
"Growing up this spoiled one would think your taste in food would get better. Chicken nuggets don't really pass as an appetiser meal."
You watch with amusement as the two exchange a few funny grimaces, before your friend makes her way towards her room. "You eat some of that, since I know damn well you didn't eat shit today."
"I so did."
"You're so lying, bitch."
You laugh, ready to throw the word right back at her, when you feel Mr Park's gaze on you.
"Cuss her out all you want. It is none of my business."
"No, no. It's not quite appropriate for someone to talk like that."
In front of you, you add in your mind.
He hums, then smiles at you. "Bite?"
"I'd love to."
It takes only an eyebrow raise from him to let you know that you could've worded it better.
"I mean, I'd love one."
You take one from the plate, then admire it. Were you supposed to shove the whole thing in your mouth? Maybe pull it apart and eat it in rows? Bite into it?
"I don't usually try to poison my daughter's friends, doll. Just enjoy it. If we don't eat these tonight, they will go bad and I'll have to throw them away."
The little nickname slip had your toes wiggling in your shoes. He is so effortlessly breathtaking. Seeing that you're still struggling with the food, he takes one bite in his hand. He removes the toothpick holding the ingredients together, then steps towards you.
Every thought you had in your mind until then disappeared. Park Seonghwa gently cupped your lower jaw, and you relax into his touch. You look straight into his eyes as he puts the food between your lips. When you fail to move on your own, he smirks with amusement. Two fingers gently push the food into your mouth, resting on your tongue for a split second.
"Can you chew that for me?"
You feel your core throb. You feel fragile and weak under his touch. Most of all, you feel horny for your friend's dad. You remember to blink, then start chewing on the delicious food. He does not avert his eyes as you do so. Once you made sure to chew enough times, you finally swallow. A satisfied smile decorated his face as his thumb caressed your cheek, hand still cupping your jaw.
"Good girl."
You think you see stars. Park Seonghwa has an impact nobody ever had on you. And lots of them tried. Park Seonghwa didn't even need to try. He just - existed.
The man lets go of your face, then silently makes his way towards his room. At least you assume it is his room. He walked away so calmly, almost making you think you imagined what had just happened. Your face suddenly feels empty and cold without his touch. He had you in a chokehold with a simple touch and a smile.
You almost forget about your best friend waiting in her room. You hope your blushing won't betray you. After all, she must be tired of people wanting to fuck her dad.
Your conversations and jokes don't stop until after midnight. By now, you've had a stand-up show, a few episodes of your favorite TV show, a few funny clips of your favorite artists, and a fashion show. You are exhausted, almost ready for bed. Almost. You still need to get the frustration out somehow. The younger girl is more than ready for bed. The moment her head touched the pillow, she was out of this world. You laugh at her smeared makeup, then reach for the box of wet wipes. You gently clean her face, then try to do her usual routine. You don't remember it, but you try your best.
You make your way to her tall mirror, ready to clean your face too. If your best friend didn't study and work with fashion, she would surely be a makeup artist. It's a pity that you have to wipe down the art she created. Your hands fall down, and your eyes skim over your outfit and hair. She made you wear the brand new lingerie she got for her birthday as a joke. It was funny when they were in her hands, but you'll never forget the gasp that came out of her when you stepped out of the big wardrobe.
"Wanna scissor?"
You'd be up to try it, just not with her. Not while you have her dad on your mind. Perhaps- perhaps you could suddenly get thirsty and go to the kitchen dressed like that? The lingerie was now hidden under a short silver silk dress she wore for her ex boyfriend's birthday party. It looked plain and stupid, but the young girl had the power to turn it into something jaw dropping. Paired with silver heels and dazzling makeup, you looked ready for, well, someone to destroy it.
You open the door, then slowly step in the hallway. The girl explained that Mr Park's room is at the end of the hallway, but you cannot just walk in and expect something to happen. Maybe he simply liked teasing. Maybe he never responds to all those calls for pleasure. He is surely aware of what an impact he has on people, and maybe he finds it amusing. You still have a shot to see for yourself.
You drink a glass of water. Then another one. He isn't here. He must be asleep already. He is a hard working man after all. All this didn't come into his life easily. God, good looking and hard-working? He must be the whole package. Who in their right mind would leave a man like this? Perhaps she couldn't keep up with his sex drive. You hope.
You set the glass aside, and examine the kitchen again. Many drinks decorated the shelves, along with luxurious looking glasses and other glass decorations. You could only dream of having a home like this. You could probably afford a single spoon from the bottom drawer. You just couldn't wait to meet your soul mate and force your brilliant ideas on them. After all, you have a gift for that. Decorating, I mean. Not the forcing part.
You feel less sleepy now that you've drank so much water. You wander around the living room for a while, hoping he would come down at any moment. Yet it still doesn't happen. Your feet carry you to the door near the staircase. You slowly open it, then look around. With your luck, he will come down now that you are snooping around his home. He better stay asleep now.
You step inside, debating whether to turn on the lights. Fuck it, you think. Your hand finds the light switch on the cold wall. You squint at the sudden brightness. It takes a while for your eyes to get used to it, but when they do, all you can do is gasp.
The walls were covered with antique bookshelves, each filled with books from top to bottom. They were divided in sections, and they had the most beautiful covers and spines you've ever seen. You step inside, closing the door behind. The room was endless rows of fantasy, sci-fi, romance, poetry, educational books, and-
Erotica.
Fuck, lots of erotica. A whole wall, maybe even two, dedicated to the sinful delight. You didn't even need to check if you're right. You'd recognise some of those spines even in darkness. A single desk is placed in the middle of the room, along with a comfortable looking chair. Pens and notebooks are neatly placed in the top corner, and a book rests at the edge. A suit jacket, most probably Mr Park's, is placed over the backrest. The room was organised, clean, and smelled like sandalwood mixed with jasmine. It was pleasant enough to just stand there. Yet the curiosity got the best (or worst) of you, as it always did.
The smell of books takes over your senses. You feel the worn out spines and edges under your fingertips. He has them all: from the very first romance novels with the very first sex scenes to steamy books who had sex written all over them. You weren't sure which ones you liked more. You only knew that you'd settle for anything just to get a little taste.
Your gaze falls on the book which laid on the desk. His most recent read, perhaps? It still had a bookmark, you notice. You sit on the chair, and almost sink into it from the softness. You close your eyes, inhaling all the scents you can. You sense a hint of bourbon. Even his scent makes your lower stomach burn with unreleased sensation.
You take the book into your hands, then turn it over. The summary made your curiosity even worse, and you could forget about sleep for at least two more hours. You lean back, put your feet on the desk, and happily start with the book. It has a plot, of course, but currently? You couldn't give a single fuck about it. But you aren't one to skip pages just to get to a certain point in the story. So you force yourself to read through the little boring descriptions. In the corner of your eye, you spot a box of tissues peeking out of the bottom drawers. You see no other chairs around here. It means that nobody enters the room.
A man and a box of tissues mean only one thing.
You sigh at the picture that forms in your head. You see Mr Park sitting on the chair. He is wearing his suit vest, a book in his hand and legs spread comfortably. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, which you know is thick. Your eyes have dropped down there once or twice. He is lazily stroking himself, his attention still fully on the book. There is just something so fucking hot about watching a man satisfy himself.
You feel your throat go dry. You open your eyes, ready to put the book away and try to go to sleep. Yet the plot has just started to get steamy. You sit back once again, the book in your hand not getting any rest tonight. Your eyes skim over the hot descriptions, each making you more flustered. The thought of Park Seonghwa reading this is driving you crazy.
Nicholas has waited for this moment for months, yet it felt like years to him. He would use every second of it, and he will be the best she ever had.
He worshipped her all night long, explored her body with his tongue, whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and grabbed at anything he could. He devoured her, his wet muscle tirelessly working on her sensitive bud. Her cries of pleasure had him cumming in his own pants, yet he didn't care. He existed for her, and her only.
Was it too much to ask for a simple eating out? You wonder how it feels. You had one, a long time ago. Along with a messy first time. God, the second time might've been ever messier. None of it was enjoyable. You too wanted to be manhandled. You too wanted to be worshipped. You wanted someone to tirelessly eat you out until you cream. And scream.
You groan. Continuing will do you no good, but going to sleep is impossible. You could rub out a quick one and then try to rest. Wouldn't be your first time. You feel yourself dripping through your panties. All these descriptions have your head spinning. You reach for the box of tissues. The last thing you needed was to leave evidence that you snooped around. If you're going to leave one, it better not be an arousal stain on the chair.
You pull the drawer so you can take the box out easier. If your jaw could drop to the floor, it probably would. Deeper in the drawer laid a purple gadget. You knew very well what it was. You were never brave enough to get one for yourself. Your parents liked to snoop a lot, and just now you realise where you got it from. He didn't use it on anyone, did he? Your friend did not mention any women near Mr Park. Besides, it feels good for men too.
You carefully take out the wand. It looks brand new, the see through film still wrapped around the head. It could help you out. You'd be finished even quicker. Nobody will ever know. You cannot afford it anymore anyway, so wasting an opportunity like this seems like a shame to you.
You put each leg over the armrests, then lay back comfortably. You press a button. The buzzing sound has your stomach filled with excitement. You resume the reading, the wand dangerously close to your crotch. You didn't remove the film, nor will you remove the panties. If someone barges in, you can throw it in the drawer and act stupid.
You bring the buzzing device closer, and closer, until it finally touches your burning clit. A gasp leaves your lips, the first vibrations giving you the satisfaction you needed. You try to focus on the words, yet the toy feels so good against you that you choose to drop the book and enjoy. You throw your head back, sighs and hums leaving your mouth as you work the toy on your clit. Your mind is clouded with thoughts of a single man. He is so close, yet so far. The scent from his vest is helping you get a clearer picture. He is skillfully working his fingers on you, filling you up just right and licking your juices off his hand so sinfully.
You groan. The vibrations are strong against you, and you don't think you can take it. You are not used to it. Fingers will have to do. You blindly search for the button. When you fail to find it, you open your eyes.
"Fuck-"
The rest of the words come out muffled. A hand is placed over your lips, and another one is covering yours on the wand. You shamelessly stare into the eyes of the man you want to fuck so bad. Judging by his gaze, you think he shares the idea. Without a single word, he presses the toy back into your clit. You sigh into his hand, head falling back and your back arching. You try to close your eyes, but a slap to your inner thigh makes you jump.
"Look at me."
You do as you are told. He does not avert his gaze, not even when you beg him to stop. You are feeling overstimulated, even though you did not orgasm.
"Found yourself a book to read?" He asks, eyes falling on it.
You nod. Now you know why the scent was stronger in the room. How long was he there?
"Come here."
He removes his hand from your face. You are taken aback by his demands. It is turning you on even more. With a single swipe, he drops all the pens and notebooks from the desk on the floor.
"You like wearing cute little dresses and parading around the house?"
"I wasn't-"
"I didn't say I didn't enjoy it." He licks his lips. His hands cup your waist, and you feel your body rise up. He places you on the desk, then rests his hands on your knees. In the most erotic way ever, he looks deep into your eyes, then gently spreads your legs. You want to melt into his arms right there. Mr Park steps between your thighs, hands resting on your cheeks.
"You look so innocent. So pretty for me to ruin."
You say nothing. Instead, you get closer to him. You wish to feel his lips. You wish to feel his tongue in many places.
"But you are far from innocent, aren't you? Probably the biggest slut I've ever met."
"Sir-"
"I don't fuck my daughter's friends, you know."
He places a hand on your chest, gently pushing you to lay down on the desk. He climbs on it with one knee, hand still caressing your cheek.
"Didn't promise anything about best friends though."
His lips hover above yours for a while. He is making it painful for you. He is making you beg. And you are ready to go down on your knees for him.
"I want to fucking ruin you, doll. I want to do all the things you've read about." He whispers into your mouth. His tongue peeks out to lick his lips, accidentally touching yours too. "I want to pound into you as you read your favorite book and struggle to focus. I want to tear you apart right on this desk."
You moan at his words. You swear you could cum from his dirty talk only.
"Will you let me get a taste of you?"
You nod eagerly. He chuckles, then presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. He is looking into your eyes in a way that has you rubbing your thighs together so you can get some friction.
"I need to hear you, love."
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"I'll let you get a taste of me," you repeat. It didn't sound as hot as when he said it. It didn't matter anyway.
Time passed so slow. You had an orgasm to chase, yet Park Seonghwa wouldn't move a single finger.
"Will you let me smear that pretty makeup of yours?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Will you let me stuff you with my cock like a good girl?"
"Y-yes, Sir," you breathe out. The formality is only adding up to the mood. First names are outdone anyway.
"And will you do as I say?"
"Yes," you nod, "yes I will. Anything."
"Anything?" He asks, his eyebrow raised.
"Anything, Sir."
Just when you think he is going to press his lips against yours, he reaches for something behind you. He holds the book in front of you, signaling you to take it.
"Read for me."
Read? It's erotica, not a bedtime story. Yet how can you say no when he asked you so nicely. You clear your throat, then continue where you left off.
"Nicholas held her thighs down to keep her from squirming. His tongue lapped at her clit without stopping. She begged, and begged for - oh!"
The buzzing device is spreading sensation on your clit. You look over the book, and find Mr Park focusing on the space between your legs. He is lazily dragging the wand across your crotch, occasionally pressing into the sensitive bud.
"Keep going," he ordered.
"S-she begged, and begged for more. She had cummed twice on his tongue already. Yet he didn't have enough. He wanted to watch her shake in his arms, beg ‐ ah, ‐ beg for him to stop. Nicholas then inserts his fingers into her, the tips searching for the sweet spot which - f‐fuck - had her groaning with pleasure."
The speed is increased, and your thighs are shaking. You think you're close already.
"I don't think I can handle it much longer." You say.
"I didn't ask."
With that, he increases the speed, this time dragging the toy more forcefully on your crotch. You could spill over the edge at any moment. You want to orgasm with his fingers, not a stupid toy.
"The books isn't going to read itself."
"She held onto his hair for dear life. The pressure was building up at the bottom, and- ah, fuck ‐ and, and-"
"And?"
"I'm going to cum," you cry out.
"I don't remember that being in that scene yet."
"Please-"
"Read."
Your eyes fall back on the words. You just want to lay down and enjoy. Why does he enjoy teasing so much? It's not as fun as it looks or sounds.
"‐and she could feel herself cumming all over his face once again."
You lower the book, just enough so you can look at him. He is focused on his movements. His long, slender fingers are gently pressing your thigh against the wooden surface, while his other hand is working the toy on you. The vibrations change speed and strength, and that's what's keeping you from finishing right in front of him. His tongue wets his lips again, and his lips stay open. He lets out shallow breaths as he watches you clench around nothing.
"Look at you, shamelessly dripping on my work desk." He says, his voice low and raspy. He looks into your eyes, right before he lifts the toy.
He does not break eye contact with you. He climbs on the desk again, spreading your legs with his own and resting his hand on your exposed lower stomach. His hand is hot against your skin. You are ready to give yourself to him in any way.
"You like the book so far?"
"Yes, Sir."
He drags his hand up your stomach, lifting your dress along the way. He takes his sweet time, doing nothing but giving you goosebumps and making your breathing harder. The dress is now scrunched above your breasts, your friend's brand new lingerie completely exposed to his big pupils. It was an ugly colour, but somehow, Mr Park seemed astonished by the view.
"Ah, fuck."
You feel your bra being yanked down, and right after that a warm wet muscle circling over your tense nipples. A gasp leaves your mouth. Then another, and another, with each lick he generously gives you. He squeezes your breasts, massages them, works his tongue on them like it's the most delicious meal in the world. You swear you could orgasm just from this.
Mr Park allows himself to get a bit vocal. He hums around your nipples, gently sucking at them and squeezing the soft flesh around them. He enjoys your squirming under him. He enjoys your moans and gasps. He enjoys your fingers pulling his hair. Most of all, he enjoys how you lift your thighs up and try to meet his crotch, in hopes of getting more relief down there.
He lifts his head from your sensitive breasts, and gets closer to your face. His breathing is heavy against your mouth, and you can almost feel his heart thumping against your chest.
"Tell me, what is your favorite scene from the book?"
"What?" You ask, confused as to why he is insisting on reading and talking about the book.
"You heard me," he speaks into your mouth. He is so close, yet he doesn't dare touch your lips. It's making you extremely frustrating. You wanted to taste the lips that spoke sinful words. You want all of him.
"Well, I kinda liked the first time he fingered her."
"Did you now?" He acts interested. His eyebrow is raised with amusement because of your utter confusion.
"Yeah, I mean, it was hot as fuck. Him fingering her right there in the corner of the club? I swear I'd — oh."
His finger dips inside of you with ease. Your walls swallow it, clench around it, and feel warm against it. Mr Park is lets out a groan. Still, he continues, still looking into your eyes. "What exactly did he do?"
"He made out with her. And fingered her."
"That's all?"
His finger is not moving. It sits there comfortably, enjoying the warmth of your pussy. He licks his lips for the third time that night. He is fighting every urge inside him to just slam his cock into you and ruin you on the table. He wants to enjoy everything you want to give him.
"H-he—" your eyes roll back as he gently presses his finger upwards, "he uses one finger first, to get her used to it. He fingers her slow, and- and‐"
The man slowly pulls out, then equally slowly goes back in. He repeats the motion, and each time it seems slower to you. It is more intense, but you don't think you have the patience.
"He inserts another finger, to stretch her out. He speeds up a bit, and asks her- ah, fuck, asks her if it feels good."
Mr Park leans into your ear. "Does it feel good?"
"Oh, fuck yes."
You feel another finger stretching you our, then another. He watches as his fingers disappear between your tight walls, preparing you so well for him. He speeds up his pace. The sounds of his palm slamming against your pelvis along with your cunt making wet noises is making you arch your back from the table. You shamelessly moan into his mouth, hands grabbing at his shoulders, hair, face, anything.
You are pulled away from the world of ecstasy. You find yourself sitting up straight, your wrists caught in his hand. You are ready to whine about being so close, yet he stops you by pulling you off the desk. The dress falls down your body, covering it once again. The man pulls you off the table, and in a split second, he has you slammed against the bookshelves. You are ready to complain, but he stops you by slamming his palms against the shelves near your head. He looks at you, as if asking if you still want it. You respond by getting closer to him, testing the waters. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he captures your lips with his, hungrily sucking on them and biting them. His tongue is gentle against yours, giving it light strokes and circles. Your fingers find themselves tangled into his hair, then down his neck, shoulders, until they finally rest on his chest. He stops your hands from unbuttoning his snow white shirt. He pulls away too quickly for your liking.
You stare with surprise as he drops down on his knees. Fuck, you love the way he looks at you from down there. His fingers graze the skin of your thighs, then gently lift up the dress.
"Hold that for me." He orders in a whisper. You quickly obey, grabbing the material and holding it above your lower stomach. "Then what happened?"
"The guy took her outside, behind the club. He made her stand against the wall, much like me now. And then—"
You now realise what he is doing. He is recreating the scenes you have just read. He is fulfilling your fantasy. He is doing just what you always wanted, and he doesn't even know it. A sudden boost of confidence enters your body. You could drop a few lines that weren't in the book. He wouldn't notice now, would je?
"He ate her out."
"Did he?" He asks, voice dripping with horny thoughts said out loud. "And just how did he do that?"
"He licked every inch of her skin, explored every curve and bump, and sucked on a specific spot."
The man smirks, then pokes his tongue out. You finally get a chance to see exactly how long it is. He licks a warm stripe over your folds and clit. Your knees are wobbly, and you wish you could've stayed sat down. His hands are gripping you thighs, buttocks, and the back of your knees. He is fully focused into absolutely ravishing you.
He mercilessly licks your clit, each swipe making you more sensitive. He works it up and down, then in circles, then flattens the wet muscle so that he can take in all of you. He makes lewd noises, almost slurping at your arousal and folds.
"So heavenly," he groans. He hums as he speeds up his tongue against your clit.
Short moans leave your mouth, and you find yourself gripping your nipples over the shiny fabric. You pull and squeeze his hair between your finger, and you think you'll choke him with your thighs. He doesn't complain once.
"I'm close—" you whimper, white dots already appearing in front of your eyes.
It was as if you said "stop". He stands up, hand resting on your jaw. He lifts your head to look at him. His lips are glistening with your arousal, and you think it's the hottest thing ever. He dips his thumb and index finger into your cheeks, making you hollow them and open your mouth. He leans in, and just when you think he is about to kiss you, two fingers find themselves resting on your tongue. He proceeds to push them back, right at the end of your tongue. You tear up, but don't gag. He is very distracting with his stare.
You close your lips around his fingers, tongue circling around them and wetting them. He takes them out, puts them in his own mouth. He steps back for a bit, and you carefully follow his every movement. He rips the fabric of his shirt, and buttons drop down on the floor. The sight has you dripping down your legs. You don't get a chance to say much, he pushes you against the desk, this time with you facing the surface. You feel the wet digits spread your folds. You then feel a wet trail rolling down your pussy.
Did he—? Did he spit directly on your pussy?
You hear the belt unbuckling, then fabric shuffling. Something hot touches your other cheeks, gently caressing them and leaving a trail of precum. His hand reaches near you, taking the book and opening it where you marked it. It then cups your neck, gently pressing the sides of it just enough to make you dizzy.
"Read for me, doll."
"But-"
He leans down, feeling a bit annoyed at all your protests. "Read for me so I can stuff you with my cock in peace."
You have no other choice but to continue. You feel him circling your folds, but not touching you where you need it.
"Nicholas couldn't believe how long it had been since he last felt her. He pounded into her like there was no tomorrow. His hips forcefully connected with hers— ah!"
You feel him stretch you out. The sweet burning sensation is back, this time actually pleasant. He fills you to the end, hands tightly holding onto your waist and neck. He pulls out, just to slam back into you, much like Nicholas.
"He watched her tits bounce with every hip thrust he m-made, a sight for sore eyes. He fondled her nipples, listened to her moans and watched her face twist wit-th pleasure—"
His hands move your body towards him, making him reach spots that have you gripping the edge of the desk.
"Please let me enjoy this, Mr Park. Oh please, let me."
He pulls your hair, making your back arch and your head fall back. He looks at you from above, hips still working their pace.
"You're saying you're not", thrust, "enjoying this?"
"No, I just—"
"I spoiled you," thrust, "in such a," thrust, "short," thrust, "time."
He proceeds to thrust a few times faster, then slows down. He fucks you nice and gentle, occasionally letting out a grunt or a hiss. He goes deep, making you roll your eyes.
"Look at me," he pulls your hair more.
You whimper, the pleasant pain spreading over your body.
"Look at your pretty makeup running down your cheeks."
He wasn't lying when he said he is going to ruin you. He turns your body over with ease, and you wonder just how strong this man is. Mr Park lifts your legs on his shoulders, the position giving him more access to all the sweet spots. He slams into them with no mercy, abuses every weak spot you have, and fills your mouth with his fingers to keep you quiet. They don't help much, since you are equally loud even when he tries to make you gag.
"Want me to fill you up like a stuffed toy?"
"Please," you manage to beg.
Your eyes roll back from pleasure, and you are feeling like you're floating. You are so close, and if he cums inside you, you will cum right then. Mr Park is now moaning. His hands are gripping your waist, slamming your weaker body into his hips. Sweat is decorating his exposed body, and his hair is sticking up everywhere. Watching him focus on chasing his high is something you'll always remember with love. He is progressively getting sloppier and louder, and you just can't wait to see him cum.
You are squeezing and milking him so well, he could go all night long with you. He lets out a prolonged moan as he spills into you, hips still working in and out. You follow after, the feeling of warm seed touching the right places.
"Fuck—" you moan, moving your hips and riding out your high.
The man drops on top of you, cock still deep inside.
You notice the windows are foggy, and the smell of sex is more than present in the room. You don't want to move. You want more. It just isn't enough.
"Ah fuck, I could go for a second round." He admits.
"I can handle it."
"But I can't so please go to sleep or go fuck outside."
Shit.
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hello, my angel! congrats on your anniversary for starters hehehehe, i love you!
for the drabbles requests, could you do:
21 and 41 - smut
or
8 and 9 - fluff
thank you 🥰
velvet cherry | jjk (m.)
pairing: jungkook x reader
prompts: "call me that again." + "lay down and stay still."
rating: 18+ (minors dni)
genre: exes to lovers (??), agent/spy au (idk it's pretty vague but all you need to know is that their profession is smth like this!), some fluff, some angst, definitely smut
warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of violence (gunshots, blood), mentions of death, cursing, shower sex, unprotected sex (this is fictional. don't do it irl, be smart dudes), fingering, a lil dirty talk, UNEDITED bc i'm a menace :p
word count: 5.9k
note: pauli bby!! thank you for the request hehehe. the initial idea i had for this request was different but i was watching bad and crazy (kdrama) and every time lee dong wook has an action scene i'm just sitting there in front of my laptop, full on thirsting bc 🤤🥵 and i just had to channel it into this piece!!
— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
Everyone is yelling, screaming. Even the force trying to shake you into consciousness practically shouting in your face. Your head feels like it’s been split into two even without all of the loud noises threatening to deafen you. Your body hurts. You’ve definitely bruised your ribs, if they aren’t already broken. Even your face, which remains unmoving, aches from the simple act of breathing.
Inhale. One, two, three…
Exhale. One, two, three…
Stay alive.
It would kind of really suck if you died right now.
Embarrassing, even.
“C’mon, c’mon, wake up! Y/N!”
Huh? You know that voice.
It feels like your eyes have been glued shut, but that voice is so familiar that your lids wrestle with weariness to get a look. It can’t be him, can it? How would he even know that you were here?
Does that mean this is heaven? Or the void, or wherever the fuck it is that people often preach about? You have never believed in an afterlife because any and all life ends after death. Your soul doesn’t enter another spiritual plane of existence; you just simply cease to exist. This has always been your stance on the matter, but now, as you listen to that voice desperately cursing out your name, you waver.
Because that’s the only way you can explain why he’s here.
Oh, so you did die?
“Y/N!”
Heaven, or the void, or wherever the fuck this is, sure is loud.
You force your eyes open despite the debilitating exhaustion eating away at you. It takes a moment for your vision to adjust to your poorly lit surroundings. From the corner of your eye, you see small fireworks erupting before their booming echoes reverberate throughout the room. The lead projectiles whiz above your head, right behind the silhouette of him hovering over you, calling for you, shielding you.
Once his face becomes your focal point, everything around you staticizes. You can’t find it in yourself to care about the screams, nor the gunshots, or even the gash in your side where a knife grazed you earlier.
Not when he’s looking at you like that. Like if you were to die, there’s not a single part of him that would hesitate to follow.
“I thought I recognized th–that voice.” You cough, feeling the cut on your lips open wider. You hadn’t noticed the metallic taste on your tongue until now. “Funny seeing you here, Jeon.”
The feeling in the pit of your stomach thickens. It could be relief, or it could be dread. The lights go out before you get a chance to decipher which one it is.
The next time you wake, you jolt upright with a gasp.
“Ah, shit,” you instantly groan; it feels like something sharp is jabbing into your abdomen. You brush your hand over the spot to find smears of crimson on your clothes, but the wound underneath doesn’t seem to be bleeding anymore.
Where the fuck is it now?
Your frantic eyes scan the room, expecting to find yourself still in that warehouse, hopelessly holding on for life while your teammates get killed one by one.
But you aren’t there anymore. There aren’t bodies scattered all around you nor bloodstains splattered carelessly on peeling walls.
No, where you are smells like jasmine and fresh cotton. It’s warm and bright, and it’s filled with framed photos of a familiar dog that you once loved even more than his owner. The couch beneath you feels like a cloud carrying you through the pearly gates.
Arguably, this seems more like heaven. Or is it a twisted version hell? It feels like a stretch that someone like you could get into heaven, if there even is one.
“Welcome back, sleeping beauty.” His voice from behind startles you into action. You spring from the couch, or more like, you clumsily jump up only to be met with white hot pain that courses through your entire left side, and fall down onto the sofa again.
“Fuck!” you hiss through gritted teeth.
He rushes over, almost dropping the mug he was holding in his hand. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
Apologetic hands help you into a proper sitting position. You don’t know why or how, but it really is him.
Jeon Jungkook, what a sight for sore eyes.
The discomfort you feel in your body takes a backseat momentarily as you stare at him and his beautiful doe eyes, shimmering with concern though it’s now much more diluted than before. He examines the stitches on your forehead and your side, it’s been a while since he’s done this.
“Y/N, are you okay?”
You snap back into reality at the sound of this.
Fuck! How could it have possibly slipped your mind?
Your words come out in an uneasy rush. “Where’s Namjoon and the others?”
Jungkook stares at you, tongue in cheek, blinking in mild disbelief. Of course the first question you ask is about your team. You haven’t changed, he sees. “They’re at the hospital. They’re fine,” he says.
You close your eyes and heave a heavy sigh, visibly relaxing at his confirmation. When you turn to him again, you ask, “Where are we?”
“My apartment.”
“Why? Why am I not at the hospital with them?”
“You don’t remember?”
The confused look on your face tells him as much.
“You woke up while they were stitching you up. Nearly made a scene and everything. You kept saying you wanted to go home, but your place was trashed so I… brought you here.”
You wonder if you had actually demanded to be brought to his place specifically, after seeing him when you were so delirious before. You wonder if he’s just sparing you the embarrassment. “Oh,” you say simply, glancing around the room. You haven’t been here in a long time, but most of the things here are still the same.
“You haven’t answered my question. How are you feeling? Are you okay?”
You shrug, ignoring the throbbing pain that has dulled into a perpetual pinch in your side. “Of course I’m okay. Still alive and kicking.”
Jungkook’s brows furrow just the slightest. “You almost died tonight.”
“But I didn’t die, did I?”
“Why are you acting like it’s no big deal?”
Nostalgia washes over you in waves. You’ve had the same conversation a million times before.
“Because it isn’t that big a deal,” you say, feeling the urge to coat your words in a thick layer of bravery. “It’s not my first rodeo.”
“And that’s supposed to make it better? You could’ve died!”
“What is up your ass?” you ask jokingly, but it doesn’t sound right even to your ears. “You keep pushing it like you wanted me to die.”
Jungkook stares at you blankly, but you can tell that he’s agitated by your flippant attitude. You regret the words the very second you said them.
“That’s not funny,” he says, his voice strained.
Slightly ashamed, you look down at your hands and fiddle with your grimy fingers. “Y–yeah, I’m sorry. That was… too far.”
There’s a bitter taste in your mouth as you watch him grit his teeth and attempt to exhale a steady breath. It comes out a little shaky, a sign of his frustration. He takes a few minutes to calm his nerves while you sit there in silence, not usually tongue tied around him but even you know that what you just told him was pretty fucked up.
Finally, Jungkook says, “Get some rest. You had a long day.” He goes to help you up without you asking, still so considerate even when he’s trying to not be angry at you, but that’s not what you need right now.
“Can I take a shower first?” you ask.
“You just got your stitches a couple hours ago. You can shower in the morning.”
“I know. It’s… I’m covered in blood and dirt. I’d really like to wash it off.”
He looks at you as he considers it. This isn’t Jungkook’s first rodeo either. He had to deal with you countless times like this, when you’re freshly wounded but you don’t seem to give a damn about doing things that might hurt you even more.
“Suit yourself. You know where the bathroom is.”
You mutter a thanks as you let him pull you up from the cloud that he calls a couch. You could feel his eyes on you as you wobble to your desired destination, but even the short distance between his living room and bathroom proves to be a whole trek in your current condition. You’re surprised that you even made it to the hall when your legs finally gave out on you. You brace yourself against the wall, but one of Jungkook’s strong arms is already wrapped around your waist, steadying you before you could collapse.
“You should get some sleep. You can barely walk,” he urges gently.
“I feel like shit, Jeon,” you tell him. “I won’t be able to get any rest like this.”
“Y/N–”
“We both know you’re not talking me out of it. You can choose if you’re gonna help me or not, though.”
“You want me to help you… shower?”
“Will you?”
He won’t, you’re sure of this. Jungkook isn’t teasing or frivolous as you are. He doesn’t go around testing people’s patience like you do. The relationship didn’t end on bad terms, and you think he has deliberately kept it that way because you have to see each other at work so often, even though you’re assigned to different teams. You want to keep things light, to joke around with him, to essentially still be you and him minus the romance but Jungkook keeps you at arm’s length. And if you’re honest, you can’t blame him for that. That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t suck sometimes; you used to love him after all.
He looks pensive for a moment, and you don’t know why he’s even pretending to consider it when he’ll just say no anyway. You’re prepared for him to reject you and leave you to your own devices, but then–
“Fine,” Jungkook says, voice flat, eyes blank. “C’mon, I’ll help you.” It surprises you into complete stillness, wondering if the doctors and nurses fucked up when they were stitching up your head. The man in front of you raises an eyebrow when you don’t respond to him, as if he’s challenging you, which staggers you even more because he usually doesn’t entertain your outrageous ideas like this. Especially not after you parted ways.
You blink a couple of times and find your voice from where it’s stuck to the back of your throat. “Okay then. Lead the way.”
Jungkook guides you down the hall and into the bathroom. You think he’s just baiting you, challenging you back to see if you would actually be okay with hopping into the shower with your ex because even though it isn’t that scandalous of an idea to you, it is to Jungkook. You expect him to back out any second now, but once you’re standing under the warm white light of his bathroom, he asks if he could take off your clothes.
Have you underestimated him?
You nod your head, eyeing him with a smug smile tugging at the corner of your lips and a barely-there layer of underlying nervousness. His face gives nothing away. So you two are really going to do this, huh?
Jungkook peels off your bloodied shirt, careful not to let his fingers brush against your skin though they will have to in just a few minutes. He averts his gaze as he helps you step out of your clothes until you’re completely bare.
You mistake his reluctant eye contact for shyness. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” you joke.
True.
But no, that’s not the reason why he refuses to look at you.
He hated seeing you in pain, covered in bruises and cuts. It’s why the two of you broke up. You were too stubborn to quit, and he couldn’t stand watching you treat yourself like mere collateral damage, as long as you get the job done.
It wasn’t that you couldn’t take care of yourself. In a lot of ways, you’re far more capable and skilled than he is. But sometimes you can be reckless, a little too hot headed for your own good, a little too heedless of your own safety than he can handle.
He loved that you were remarkable at what you do; it’s what drew him to you in the first place. When you used to spar together, at the beginning of your relationship, he loved that you could kick his ass so easily. Sometimes, even on his best days, he was still no match for you.
But what’s the point in dwelling? None of that matters anymore.
Jungkook takes off his own clothes then, and you resist the urge to focus on his body too much. He’s gotten even more muscular than the last time you got to see him naked. Hard pecs that are practically popping in your face, solid abs that demand to be touched… Well, this is going to be… interesting.
He tests the water first before he lets you go in. When you finally do, you sigh as the warm water rains down on your skin, enveloping you in a liquified blanket of comfort. You’re trying not to let your eyes wander, you really are.
You hum happily when he smooths the shampoo over your hair. As his fingers massage your scalp gently, a soft moan escapes your throat. The sound travels straight to his groin, making him stiffen just a little bit and poke into your thigh. You bite your bottom lip to suppress a giggle but Jungkook just clears his throat awkwardly. Getting a boner feels inappropriate in a moment like this, when you’re his ex and you had nearly died earlier tonight.
But he isn’t responsible for the way his body chooses to react, not really. You’re showering together, for fuck’s sake. Though to be fair, he has no one to blame but himself for this irrational decision.
When he lathers you up with his body wash, you decide to do it again, just to tease him. As his hands start kneading one of your breasts, you let out a slightly exaggerated moan.
He knows you’re doing it on purpose, but his dick is stupid and it hardens regardless. “Quit it,” Jungkook says.
“Quit what?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him coquettishly. You put a hand on his chest, then trails it lower to graze his defined abs. “You look like you’re enjoying it, no?”
He doesn’t answer you, choosing to focus on his task of washing you instead, as if ignoring you will make you stop whatever it is you’re doing.
You trace your fingers along his V-line until you wrap your hand around him, making him hiss as you touch him. You give him a few lazy pumps until his member is standing tall and proud, just for you.
“Y/N…” Jungkook grits his teeth and swallows thickly. The steam is suffocating him. You are suffocating him.
“You can tell me if you don’t want it.” You tilt your head up, letting your face inch closer to his until your breath fans his lips. You feel him grip your waist – an act of restraint – then quickly loosen his hands around your body as if he suddenly remembered that you’re still battered up. You brush your lips against his, just testing him. You both know a kiss would be so much more intimate than what you’re doing to him down there.
He parts his lips slightly, the temptation is getting too strong to resist. You cloud his judgment the same way the hot water encloses the room in a mystifying haze. He presses forward to capture your lips, only to feel himself completely melt against you in an instant.
You taste like longing, like regret. Something like a needle pierces right through his heart when you give him a needy sigh, muffled by his own lips.
He knows he shouldn’t do this, but is it a mistake? Even if it is a mistake, he can’t find it in himself to stop, now that it has already started. You’re still as alluring and captivating as ever, and he’s still the same Jungkook who always fell to his knees for you.
“Touch me,” you whisper.
“Y–you’re hurt,” Jungkook rasps. Is that the only reason? There’s no conviction behind his words and he knows you know it. If he was really against this, then he would’ve stopped you already.
“Please.” Your voice is different, desperate, when you say this. He can’t tell if you’re crying or not because of the water still glistening on your face, but it doesn’t matter. When your hand guides one of his between your legs, he squeezes his eyes shut, searching inward for that last bit of self-control that’s nowhere to be found right now. You’re so fucking slick, and as his middle finger slides through your sodden folds to find your entrance, your head falls upon his shoulder.
“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, barely audible to you over the sound of running water. You’re hurt. He knows he should stop, but he can’t. His thumb finds your clit in no time, and nudges it the way he remembers you liked. You choke on an exhale, now grinding against his hand and gripping his biceps to keep yourself upright. He rubs you leisurely as the water cascades down your bodies. A part of him thinks he’s twisted for enjoying the quiet whimpers you let out.
“Are you sure?” he asks, both hoping for and dreading the answer you might give him.
“Yes,” you confirm. You press his hand harder against your core, as if you’re begging him to pleasure you. “Make me feel better.”
Jungkook slides two digits into you before he slants his mouth over yours, swallowing the moan that you instantly keen out. You’re wet enough that his fingers can drive in and out of you without much mercy from the get-go. He buries them in you until he’s knuckles deep, scissoring you open how he always did to prepare you for his cock.
“Fuck, Jeon,” you purr, rolling your hips to meet the thrusts of his hand. “That’s good.”
“Yeah?” He smirks, finding that spot inside of you that never fails to make your legs shake. His strong arm holds you flush against his body as he relentlessly fingers you, absolutely loving the way your juices run down the back of his hand. There’s a sense of arrogance in the way he fucks you, even though he was hesitant about it just moments ago. The quivering moans that you grace him with are fucking addicting. At least for now, he has you. Standing in his shower, begging him for release, whispering in his ear things that he hasn’t realized how much he’s missed hearing until this very second.
His fingers ram into you until your inner walls are pulsing around him and your voice hitches beautifully. “Fuck!” you cry, holding onto him as the high crashes down on you, sending shockwaves throughout your entire body. You grind down on his hand, wanting so desperately to prolong the pleasure like you’re afraid he’ll take it away from you. Jungkook would never dream of giving you anything less than what you deserve, so he maintains the momentum of his thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm even when you clench so tightly around his digits that it becomes more difficult to move. He helps you through it until your breath no longer comes out in heavy pants, until the only stars you see are the ones in his eyes.
As he withdraws his fingers, you give him a chaste kiss as if to say thank you. He doesn’t expect anything more; it’s enough that he could give you a helping hand in your time of need, make you forget about everything even if it was only for a little while.
But then you’re deepening the kiss, one hand tugging on his hair as the other finds his hard cock again. He groans against your mouth, torn between asking you to keep going and letting you stop. “You don’t have to…” he mutters, placing a hand over yours.
“I want more,” you say breathily, but somehow it sounds almost demanding. “I want you.”
He stares at you with uncertainty in his eyes. “Are you sure you can handle it?”
Your answer comes in the form of a squeeze around his length, making his eyes flutter briefly as he rests his forehead against yours. “I can always take you.”
You watch Jungkook clench his jaw before he crashes his lips onto yours, promptly slipping his tongue into your mouth to draw the neediest of moans from you just by his kiss alone. He lifts you up by the back of your thighs and cages you between the wall and his chest. Your legs wrap around his waist as he presses his body against yours, slowly grinding his cock against your throbbing heat. You whimper when his tip nudges your sensitive clit.
“I need you,” you cry out, rutting against him desperately. He hears it then – the vulnerability in your voice that you try to mask with desire – and that’s when he thinks he gets it. You’re shaken.
You were scared tonight. That’s not something that happens very often.
He was scared too. He nearly lost his mind when he heard the news that your team was ambushed. You should’ve seen his frantic state when he raced to the scene, heart speeding a thousand miles an hour at the mere thought of something happening to you. He prayed to every god he didn’t believe in that you’d be okay, that the phone call he received minutes prior was just a sick prank someone was playing on him.
“I’ve got you,” Jungkook says, diving in to kiss you again. There’s a lot more to those words than either one of you would like to admit.
You both sigh when he pushes in, and although it’s been a long while since your bodies knew one another like this, there’s barely any resistance. He fits perfectly like you were made for each other. He’s bigger than you remember, already feeling so good inside of you that you think you could come with just a few thrusts. Instead of moving, he stays there like he wants to memorize the feeling of you, so warm around him and so inviting.
He was always the sentimental one.
“Move,” you whine, still bossy in a moment like this. He chuckles against your mouth before trailing his lips tantalizingly slowly across your jawline and down your neck to your breasts, where he sucks on your skin harshly, marking you. His hips pull back, making you moan from the delicious glide of him along your slickened walls, before they snap forward and set a pace that has your eyes rolling backward.
“Shit, nghhh…”
It’s like no time has passed at all. Jungkook still remembers everything you like, still knows your body like the back of his hand. You feel like you’re practically transcending the limits of space and time with every thrust of his hips and every motion of his mouth. The rough way that his fingers dig into your thighs to hold you up makes it so much more heightened as his lips wrap around one of your breasts, sucking it harshly into his mouth, his tongue laving at your hardened nipple. Now that you’re finally experiencing this again, you don’t know how you could go two whole years without it.
Every part of you misses him.
No one knows how to please you like he does.
“So fucking good…” Jungkook grunts, flicking your nipple with the wet muscle of his mouth. You arch your tits further into him as moans of unfiltered pleasure fall from you. Even as he fucks you into oblivion, he’s still mindful of your injuries. Strong hands kneading your skin roughly but softening when they brush over your bruised spots.
He tries not to pay much attention to your battle scars, but how could he not? He feels them under his fingertips everywhere they go. Some are from before you met him, some from after. Some he doesn’t recognize because you must have acquired them during your time apart. He always hated them. You used to tell him that you wore your scars proudly, that they are proof that you survived every horrible thing you’ve had to face.
That’s certainly one way of looking at it, but Jungkook hated them then and he hates them now. Not because he thought they made you ugly – no, nothing could make him see you as anything less than the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes upon – but because they remind him of all the times that you have had to suffer. They made him feel unworthy of you, for not being there to keep you safe.
But not like you would have let him anyway.
“Ah, fuck, Koo…”
His hips stutter in surprise. He’s not sure if you did it on purpose, or if it just slipped out in the heat of the moment.
“Call me that again,” Jungkook tells you. It doesn’t matter that the simple nickname brings up feelings he’s been trying so hard to suppress. It doesn’t matter that those feelings are damn close to spilling over the confines of his wretched little heart, that it will fucking hurt later when you leave He just needs to hear you say it again.
“Koo, fuck! Right there, keep doing that…”
He tears his mouth away from your chest to come up and chase your lips. His tongue slips inside to dance with yours, so much more intimate than it is dirty that it makes you dizzy beyond nostalgia. In a split second of weakness, it makes your heart want to be his once more. His thrusts are now even faster than before, harder and more calculated.
He pulls back enough to look at you and takes in the blissed look on your face, how your lips part when he hits your g-spot just right. “Y/N, I…”
“I know,” you whimper, your nails digging into his back and leaving angry red trails in their wake as they drag downward. “I’m close too.”
That’s not what he was going to say. Maybe it’s a good thing that you’re too fucked out to notice it.
“C’mon, I’ve got you,” Jungkook resorts to saying. He keeps up the rhythm of his hips, determined to give you what you want the most. He’s pounding into you so impossibly deep that you can feel him in your guts, each thrust making the base of his cock grind against your aching clit. It feels so fucking good, you can’t even see straight anymore. His hand is unknowingly digging into a bruise on your leg but the pleasure is too overwhelming that you’ve stopped caring about the discomfort. This is exactly how you wanted him to fuck you – hard enough to make you forget the pain.
It hits you even harder than before. You cum with a cry of his name as your toes curl and your body shakes in his hold, stars exploding behind your eyelids when the orgasm wracks through you like an earthquake. Jungkook’s hips never cease their movements, fucking into you until you find enough strength to squeeze your walls around him and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss. He unravels then, filling you up endlessly with his warmth that you’re sure you’ll feel for days.
You stay like that for a while, just holding each other, until he softens inside of you and you feel your releases drip down your thighs and onto the floor. The water promptly washes away the remnants of your heated session. When he slips out and helps you to your feet, you want to chase it instantly – the feeling of him, with you, where he’s supposed to be.
You aren’t fully present for everything that happens afterward. As Jungkook dries you off and dresses you, he feels something tug on his heart at the sight of you in his clothes. Your tired face and the way you lean into him, trusting him to keep you steady as he prepares you for bed. Trusting him to keep you safe, to protect you.
He can’t help it.
He tilts your head up by your chin and kisses you softly. Slow. His lips are gentle, but he’s sure of himself. This isn’t the first kiss you’ve shared tonight, but in many ways, it is.
When Jungkook pulls away, he doesn’t say anything. No excuses or explanations on why he chose to do it when the lust has waned and the moment is no longer heated enough to muddle his mind. You don’t ask for anything either; you just let him lead you into his bedroom. That doesn’t mean that you don’t want him to just tell you anyway.
He tucks you into his bed as if you’re a child. When he’s sure that you’re comfortable enough, he turns to leave.
You protest immediately. “Where are you going?”
“To the couch,” he says, like it’s obvious.
You sit up in order to push yourself from the bed, erasing his previous effort of tucking you in. “I’m not making you sleep on the couch in your own home.”
“Lay down and stay still,” Jungkook sighs before pushing you back onto the mattress again. “If I stay here with you, will you please sleep in the bed?”
You purse your lips, considering this for a moment before you compromise. “Yes.”
He turns off all the lights and makes his way to the other side of the bed, getting under the covers with you. You’re disappointed when he puts a little distance between your bodies. It’s not that you expected anything to come from your brief reunion, but your heart sinks regardless. Surely, sleeping in the same bed as your ex can’t be worse than having sex with him? You’ve already done the latter, but somehow this feels so much more intimidating.
You do what you do best when you don’t want to deal with your more difficult feelings – crack lame jokes and hope they’re enough to diffuse the tension. “Why are you so stiff? Scared that I’ll fuck you? Already did that, Jeon.”
Jungkook throws you a humorless chuckle. “Was that your plan all along? To seduce me?”
“It just happened,” you say. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure if you even wanted it before y’know… you popped a boner.”
If the silence in the room was a little bit louder, then you could probably hear the way he pauses halfway through a breath. He doesn’t entertain you for much longer, even though it feels like he’s got something on his mind.
He doesn’t ask what this means for the two of you, if it even meant anything. What’s the point in trying if the outcome is the same? His stance on the matter hasn’t changed at all. After what happened to you tonight, it just fueled him even more. He won’t deny that his feelings for you are still there, because he’d be the first to admit that they never went away to begin with. Jungkook would try, he would try for you a million times over, but in the end, where would that lead to if you wouldn’t even try for yourself? You’ll just keep breaking his heart day in and day out, over and over again if this recklessness of yours persists.
“Go to sleep, Y/N,” he says tiredly.
You bite your lip, disheartened that he’s shutting you out again, even though he has every right to. “Okay,” you mumble.
Despite the exhaustion submerging you like a tidal wave, you can’t find rest. You were conscious for barely half a minute when Jungkook found you in that abandoned warehouse, but you could hear the panic in his voice as he tried to shake you awake. He never had to find you like that before. When you were still together, every time you got hurt, you never let anyone call him until after your wounds had already been stitched up, until you were sure that you were good enough to crack a joke once he’d rushed to the hospital.
Tonight was the first time he saw you on death’s door. You didn’t know if he even cared anymore. You were scared to think that he didn’t.
But then you heard that voice of his, and you opened your eyes just long enough to see the tears fill his eyes. You were so out of it that you thought maybe, just maybe, there was a piece of his heart that still felt something for you. Something beyond just concern for an ex lover.
You don’t know how much time has passed, with you lying there staring into darkness. “Jeon, are you asleep?” you ask quietly, only to be met with silence from his side. Nothing but his steady breathing. You want him to be awake to hear you say it, though you’re not sure how you want him to react to it. The past 2 years have been hard. Your own guilt chews you up and spits you out every single day. The breakup was your fault, wasn’t it? It wasn’t just Jungkook who repeatedly expressed concerns for your safety. Your parents never wanted you to go into this line of work in the first place.
You were too selfish to really consider anyone but yourself. You and Jungkook both do the same thing – you go out and risk your lives every day. But back then, you didn’t understand why you should be the one to stop. Why not him? Why just you?
The difference between the two of you is clear as day. Jungkook knows when to stop, and you don’t. He wanted to be able to make it back home to you more than he wanted to catch a bad guy. He put you first. He put the people who loved him first.
“I think I’m going to quit.”
Your chest feels so much lighter as soon as the words leave your mouth. Something evaporates from within you, a burden that’s finally been lifted, and that’s how you know it’s the right decision. You aren’t doing it just for everyone who loves you but is terrified for your life all the time. You aren’t doing it just for Jungkook. You’re doing it for yourself too.
Peace finally finds you then, as though it’s been waiting for you this entire time.
You don’t mind that Jungkook is already asleep. You said it, and admitting to yourself that maybe it’s time to stop, is good enough. Having that conversation with him in the morning won’t be late. You’re already halfway to dreamland when you feel him right behind you, enveloping you in a warmth that’s so distinctly Jungkook. He carefully wraps an arm around you and pulls you close to his chest, close enough that it feels like his heart is beating right into yours. He sighs, like he’s wholly relieved too.
You can’t discern what he says next, but you can feel the kiss he presses against your hair.
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THat's the link she sent me and YES ABSOLUTELY YES
Lee Dong Wook has similar placements to Yunho an d I would love LOVE to see Yunho play dark and emotionally ambigous which I'm \
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#ateez smut#ateez hard hours#anon ask#answered ask#lee dong wook#jeong yunho#yunho ateez#the things I would allow myself to be done to me by both of them
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part 2 of
If you still don't know, they're in a variety show, every man will have time with you.
They won't notice. Part 2
Warnings: choking,name calling/pet names kind of ‘princess,slut,whore’, almost? Obvious sex?, unprotected sex. The reader and Wook barely know each other!
He kissed you.
The one and only Lee Dong-Wook kissed you.
Then he pulled away, making you look at him. Titling your head in confusion, “we need to cook first, honey.” he smirked.
Shit.
(time skip)
Here you are now, awkwardly eating the bibimbap Wook made. You didn't even dare to look at anyone's eyes and continue on eating, not until Beom talked, asking you if you're enjoying the food, making you glance up at him, nodding “yes, it's good” you smile making him grin.
Your sweet time got cut off when the rest of the boys coughed, “oh..” Beom said smirking.
“why are you so stiff? Loosen up!” Song Kang let out, making you look at him, “oh! I'm just nervous, haha...” you laughed awkwardly.
“whys that?” the familiar voice said, making you look at the one and only Wook.
“i don't know at all..” you said, not until you looked up to him, he's changing his posture... Then suddenly you felt a foot, running to your thighs.
“oh! Dong-Wook, did you turn off the cameras? You're the one who handles them right now.” Soohyun finally talked, making Wook look at him. Still not removing his foot on your folds.
Then he slowly rubs it.
Making you choke up your food.
“are you okay?” Beom asked making them turn their attention to you. You just nodded, making them smile.
(time skip)
You and the man were playing earlier.
“im going to sleep now, good night everyone.” you said, making them do the same.
“good night (name), sweet dreams!” Beom said, making you look at him, you smiled replying a quick 'you too' and quickly ran off the stairs. Unaware of a man watching the interaction, and then got after you.
“you think you can just do that?” Wook said, making you flinch, looking at him.
“what are you doing here?!”you almost scream out of shock.
“what do you mean what I'm doing here? We're gonna continue of course.” he stated the obvious.
Then he started to come closer, “uhmm-- mph!” then he kisses you, roughly putting his tongue inside your mouth, your brain wants to stop itself from kissing back, but your body moves on its own and starts moving in sync with him.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, he starts to choke you lightly, making you look into his eyes.
“ah, princess, you're so good for me..” he kissed your neck, down to your jaw, then at your cleavage.
Then suddenly you two are naked.
“why don't you suck me off?” he asked, making you look at him. Then you slowly nodded.
Getting on your knees, you looked up to him, slowly kissing his shaft, his tip. Then fully sucking him off.
Bobbing your head up and down you felt him groan, grabbing a fistful of your hair he started to face fuck you. Making you choke. (Actually don't know where the fuck this is going, I don't even know how to write a fucking smut.)
“ahh! Such a slut.. slut for me..” you heard him say sweet things about you, making you more motivated to make him cum.
Then he came, making you look up to him, spitting his come on his cock and starts to lick him. Making his eyes go wide.
Suddenly, you are flipped on your back, then without a warning he puts it in, making you moan, then getting choked.
“you know damn well there are other people here, stay quiet whore.” he spank your ass.
Then his movements became rough and faster, making it harder to not moan, and be loud.
“t-too much!” you cried out, making him go slow and movements become sloppy. (Is that ok?)
“cum in me.. inside or out?” he asked.
“inside please! I'm taking pills!” you cried out.
“good girl..” he breathes out.
You both came.
Y'all shut the fuck up, it's me literally experiencing mental breakdowns with my grammar 😡😡
#fanfiction#kdrama x reader#chishiya smut#seo moonjo x reader#x reader#lee dong wook x reader#lee dong wook#variety#out of character.#read it
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