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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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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.
#fanfiction#kpop smut#seo moonjo x reader#strangers from hell#hell is other people#lee dong wook#lee dong wook x reader#seo moonjo#house#please enjoy
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I need strangers from hell writing ideas 😭😭
#strangers from hell#no smut stuff pls#seo moonjo#mjjw#yoon jongwoo#this hyperfixation is kicking my ass
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Last Updated | 4.7.24
bts - dark wips
Their s/o brings a baby on their date
Yoongi with a long lost sister
stray kids
Their s/o has ptsd from years of family trauma/abusive relationships/SA
Minho trying to help a depressed s/o (fic)
ateez
Yunho smut (short fic)
monsta x
love languages
Shinee
Taemin fic based on his song Sad Kids
Seventeen
obsessive older stepbrother Minghao or Wonwoo
enemies to lovers with Jeonghan
breaking no contact
Nct 127
None
Txt
None
Dramas:
sweet home
Yandere Hyunsu
Strangers from hell
Yandere headcanons for Seo Moonjo, Jongwoo, and Kihyuk
Yandere Moonjo about him being jealous
Relationship/jealousy with Kihyuk
moonjo locking up their s/o on the fourth floor for talking with one of the neighbors
#silvers wips#wips#bts reactions#ateez reactions#stray kids reactions#monsta x reactions#shinee x reader#seventeen reactions#nct 127 x reader#txt reactions#sweet home x reader#strangers from hell x reader
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Do you write for lee dong wook?
YEES 1000%. I have been writing a smut for him actually, I’ve just been unmotivated the past few days 😅😅 i write for him and so far his characters seo moonjo and ryu su yeol 💗
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so i found this [while i was definitely not “stalking” a moon-jo blog]… and i was wondering if you could write a little something with moon-jo, pretty fluffy, just them running away from the shitty seoul [and drama]. you don’t have to change his personality and you could do it with your own twist, but i’m seeking from some moon-jo fluff:[ have a nice day!
authors note: your wish is my command. hope you enjoy:)
A New Life With You... Only You
Summary: After saving for years, it was finally time for Moon-jo to reveal the life-changing news.
Genre: Modern- Romance
Rate: 14+
Word Count: 1, 130
Warnings: Slight Mention of Murder, but Mainly, Pure Fluff
“Y/N, where are you?” Moon-jo walked into your shared apartment after a long day at work. His profession as a dentist was oh so draining, but one thing for sure, it finally supplied him with enough money to leave his crappy life behind in Seoul and start a new future in America.
From Seoul to America? What a drastic change of a life. And how he looked forward to such a change. His life had been a series of ups and downs. And his mind was twisted. He admitted that, sure, but he allowed his twisted thoughts to take over his entire youth and young adulthood. But he wanted it to stop. Immediately. Of course, his psychotic thoughts will forever be there, but taming them was his goal, and starting a new life with a new identity would help. After years of saving up his paychecks, it was finally time to fly out of Seoul and to have a beautiful, yet crazy, life in New York City. And he was so excited to tell you.
“Y/N?” he repeated your name, this time earning a response.
“Coming!” you responded as he heard you bustling to make your way to the living room. You came walking down the hall with a coffee cup in one hand and your phone in the other. A smile spread across his face, your presence changing the aura of the room.
Oh, how Moon-jo loved you. He can admit that it first started off as an obsession, destroying everyone who stood in between the two of you. Murder wasn’t apart of his agenda, but soon, it became a daily occurrence at the beginning of your relationship. Did you know that he was doing these formidable actions? You did find out eventually, yea. But it didn’t bother you for some odd reason which surprised Moon-jo. And sooner than later, after he proposed, his killing stopped, knowing that you were his forever. Divorce wasn’t an option for Moon-jo, so you were going to be together forever in his mind. And you agreed. Moon-jo was your life. He was your everything. After loosing your parents in a horrible car accident a few years ago, you had no one else. And you believe that it was just pure luck that you happened to have a tooth ache only a few weeks later. A filling of a cavity was all that was done, but the man who was doing the dental work was going to be the man who changed your life. Moon-jo, dentist with a high degree and high pay, seemed to find a liking in you, complimenting your teeth every few minutes. And from then on, you have been in love with him. Moving in with him only after a few months of dating may seem insane to others, but too you, it only seemed fitting. And here you are now, still with him to this day with a marriage ring on your finger.
As you set the dirty dish in the sink, Moon-jo made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. “I missed you today…”
A giggle escaped you lips, “Mmm… I missed you too. How was your day?” and when no response was heard, you turned around to see an unreadable expression across his face. “Baby… what's that face about?”
No words were said as he picked you up in his arms, and you were startled by his sudden action. He carried you to the king sized bed which sat in your shared room and dropped you on the soft surface. He buried his face in your neck, laying delicate kisses on your skin. “I have the most fantastic news Y/N.” His lips tickled your skin and an outburst of giggles escaped your lips.
“What?” you laughed as you tried to push him away. “Stop! That tickles..”
He chuckled in the nook of your neck and pushed his head up, “I have enough money… We can finally leave…”
You pushed him off of you as disbelief spread throughout your entire being. “What are you talking about, honey?”
“We have enough money to leave Seoul, baby. I already have an apartment in mind to check out. It is right up out price range; its perfect for us. Our past can stay behind us here, and we can start a new future. Together…” he squeezed your hand as tears flooded your eyes. You couldn’t believe it; you have been waiting so long to leave Seoul. It held to much pain and sad memories. America may not be all that it’s cracked up to be, but at least it didn’t hold the painful memories which haunted your thoughts. A new life is all you need, and finally, it was time to leave.
“Oh shit! Oh my god, baby… I can’t believe it!” it was your turn to jump on him, sitting on his lap as you hugged him with all the love within you. “Finally!” your tears stained his white shirt, sobbing uncontrollably. And it didn’t bother him one bit. He usually hated seeing you cry, but it was an exception this time. As long as it wasn’t someone else making you cry, tears were allowed to flow. “When are we leaving??”
“As soon as possible, baby,” he said and in response, you jumped out his arms instantly.
“Then we need to start packing right now!” you were so excited; you could barely breath. Moon-jo smiled and nodded. He enjoyed seeing you this happy, so enthusiastic about life. “I have so much I need to pack. I-”
“Breathe, wife. We have time.” He knew what you were so excited, and it made him even more happy. Was it all apart of his plan to isolate you from your friends and family from the very beginning? Yes… but now, things have changed. A little bit. All he wanted was you to himself, and finally, he had you to himself, and soon, all the way across the ocean.
A Month Later…
You walked off the airplane with hope in your eyes… you were finally here. And it was beautiful. It was the Christmas season, and snow coated the sidewalks outside. White flakes fell from the clouds for tis the season. And Moon-jo held your hand the entire time. It was a new chapter of your life, and you couldn’t wait to finally start it, even though it just began a few minutes ago. After grabbing your luggage that had clothes which would only last a few days on end (the moving truck had everything else), you walked outside into the freezing cold and gasped, “Moon-jo… we did it.”
He pulled you closer to him and looked into your eyes, “We sure did.”
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noir-esque "one-night-stand to enemies to lovers" mjjw set in the late 1920s in which jongwoo is a gritty private detective with anger issues and moonjo a flirtatious but ruthless gang boss
also peep my first attempt at explicit smut, and downwards spiral into my 3rd giant multichapter project (no i'm not ok)
#strangers from hell#seo moonjo#yoon jongwoo#mjjw#jongmoon#mjjw fanfiction#1920s au#enemies to lovers#basically jongwoo is done with jieun's shit and also tired#thank god moonjo (a slut) is there to help#also murder#and cruise ships#and lots and lots of alcohol and cigarettes#i died 100 times of embarrassment writing the smut but it's ok
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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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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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Hii!! I was wondering where’s the priest moonjo fic? I’m absolutely addicted to your moonjo fics😭
Hello 👋
I will be posting this soon! 🥰 I love my Seo Moon Jo addicted readers hehe 💕
Looks like my account is back in the tags (knock on wood lol) so I am going to post my Wonwoo fic today when I have a moment after work and then I’ll post the Lee Dong Wook fic on the weekend!!! Yay!!! Haha
Warning - my beta reader had to take a break from reading it lol I guess it’s quite intense lol ����
#anon 💕💕💕#seo moonjo x reader#lee dong wook smut#strangers from hell fanfic#kdrama smut#wonwoo x reader#wonwoo fic#svt fluff#kpop smut#writeformesinpie
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Wattpad deleted the story I made.
It's Soo good, even tho it has grammatical errors! But the plot is good 😡
#fanfiction#chishiya smut#lee dong wook#lee dong wook x reader#seo moonjo x reader#x reader#gong yoo x reader
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hi hi hi :] i hope that you’re doing well~ can i please get a small fic (or anything that you’re capable of constructing and comfortable with in the meantime!) of moonjo? :D since he’s so clever and astute, he would surely not be oblivious to when someone would have a *thing* for him... at least, i don’t think he would? let’s say, the reader’s crush on him sparks while they’re working their shifts together at his dental clinic. she’d often send him puppy-dog-eyed stare when she thinks he doesn’t notice, or couldn’t maintain eye-contact when talking to him directly, or make ‘accidental’ touches last just a second longer than necessary... all in all, how do you think moonjo would react to someone crushing on him? :3 although i’m not sure, i imagine that he wouldn’t indulge her and even chose to ignore it at first, because there’s another side of him that he thinks that maybe she wouldn’t be able to handle... or do you think that his manipulative nature would kick into overdrive instead and use the crush that clouds her sensibility to twist her into doing... well, anything unreasonable that he probably has in mind?
please feel free to skip this request if you think it’s too complicated to write! i wish that you’ll have an enjoyable time gathering the spirits and motivation to get back to writing without so much as straining yourself. :)
I love this idea!!!
I have a few ideas on how to write this one! I have written it down and can’t wait to work on it 😍
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I demand the voting be closed while my pick is in the lead!
Wonwoo and Mingyu are great and so are Jaehyun and Taeyong... but... :((( think of my feelings??
Okay, okay. I KNOW the Jeffrey and TY Track fic is gonna be HOT, and I know you're excited for the Rent A Boyfriend SVT... but... LDW!!
so this is a PSA to everyone who sees this: vote for Seo Moon Jo coffee shop au, this is important, do not get distracted by how hot Jaehyun is or pulled in by the much cooler concept of Rent A BF -- coffee shops are valid too, okay?
HAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!
The Seventeen fic is already catching up lol 😂
Either way I’ll get to it eventually - plus I just finished the Priest LDW and just need to edit that one 😉🥰
#tana 🥰#the fight is getting intense lol 😂#lee dong wook x reader#yandere seo moonjo#kdrama smut#seventeen smut#nct smut#yandere jaehyun#we will see lol 😂#love you 😻#haha
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I really loved your moonjo fanfiction. Will there be a second part
Thank you 😊
I am working on a Priest Lee Dong Wook/Seo Moonjo fic right now actually and I have a request for a dental assistant reader x Seo Moonjo so I will be working on that some time in the future.
I don’t think I’ll do a second part to the one I already wrote though, but you never know.
#anon 💕💕💕#thanks for the ask!#seo moonjo x reader#lee dong wook smut#strangers from hell#kdrama requests
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seo moonjo in bed
-honnnnestly think he’s a soft dom
-wants to please YOU
-10000000000% a giver
-his kisses are deep and passionate
-👅👅 kissing
-he’s gotta be a tease
-i just feel like he’s love edging you and making you beg to cum
-loves caressing your body
-massages after a rough day or just because he loves you😭😭
-but he will ask you for a massage if he wants one
-thinks you’re a walking piece of art
-“your body is perfect.”
-“such soft skin.”
-“i can’t be around you without wanting to fuck you. you’re a goddess.”
-pays attention to the way you react to every touch, bite, kiss, smack, etc.
-he wants to know what you like the most and exactly what makes you squirm and scream for him
-praise kink both ways
-“you make me feel so good.”
-is aggressive when he’s jealous
-“you’re lucky i don’t punish you in front of him then end his life.
-“i’ll make sure the next scum bag to look at you watches me fuck you, huh? we’ll put on a show.”
-spanks you and makes you count as punishment
-also if he’s upset with someone in the family/clan *idk what to call them tbh, the people that kill with him*
-he’ll take it out on you sexually
-can take it too far sometimes when choking you
-the beautiful dirty words that he speaks to you oml
-“you take me so well. slides right in.”
-“don’t you dare be quiet. i want everyone to hear what im doing to you.”
-“music to my ears.”
-he likes tying you up
-even when you give him head hes in control
-he’ll hold your head down and choke you
-“what a beautiful sight.”
-“good girl, taking all of me down your throat.”
-i want him
#seo moonjo#strangers from hell#seo moonjo x reader#lee dong wook x reader#lee dong wook#dong wook#seo moonjo fanic#seo moonjo smut
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seo moonjo x jong woo x reader
warnings: smut 18+, oral f x m receiving, double p in v, cursing, fingering
“i’m here. do you want to meet me outside?” you had texted your boyfriend jong woo. he had been telling you about the strange people who lived with him and it concerned you. the place looked a little creepy but you didn’t want to judge a book buy it’s cover.
“are you lost?” a soft but deep voice spoke from behind you, startling you a little bit. the handsome stranger smiled and shook his hair so you could see his eyes. “didn’t mean to scare you, darling.” he smirked while openly checking you out. “i’m here to see my boyfriend. jong woo.” you turned so you were facing him. he was tall and lean, with a breath taking smile. his aura was enticing. it only made you a little on edge for him to show up because it was dark out and no one else was around. you forgot your pepper spray so you weren’t feeling very confident if you were to have to defend yourself.
he nodded and crossed his arms, keeping that hypnotizing smile on his face. “ah i see.” he was beautiful, you couldn’t lie to yourself. it made you wonder what woo could’ve thought was weird about him. “let me take y-“
“Y/N.” you heard your boyfriend as he frantically walked toward you. “you made it.” he smiled at you and took your hand, before discreetly glaring at his ‘neighbor’. “this is moonjo. he lives in the room next to me.” he gulped quietly and tightened his hold on your hand.
“it’s nice to meet you.” you blushed a little and nodded at him. you recognized the name from your conversations. it surprised you that he was the guy. that beautiful man was supposedly the most terrifying person in the building. it gave you chills wondering the things your boyfriend had seen to make him so afraid of where he lived.
“the pleasures all mine.” moonjo responded, returning the nod. his presence at all just gave you goosebumps, but the way he looked at you was enticing.
“come on love, it’s cold.” he came up with an excuse to leave and protectively wrapped an arm around your waist. he held you close to his side while he lead you to his room. you couldn’t deny the eery feeling this place gave you. “i missed you.” you said with a huge smile and gave his hand a squeeze while he drug you down the barely lit hallway.
jong woo’s heart fluttered at your words as you both reached his room. “i’ve missed you more.” he responded with a tired smile while unlocking the door. “you have no idea.” he sighed and walked you in his room.
“you know… you can still always just move in with me.” you told him for the 100th time while you examined his tiny room. you heard him groan and then felt his hands grab your hips to pull you down with him on the bed. you were straddling his lap, your hands settled around his neck watching your boyfriend pout at you.
“i wanted to show you i can be the man you deserve and make money… but i think your idea might be what i need.” he said with a defeated look on his face. “i don’t like it here.” he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a hug. he buried his face in your neck and kissed your skin softly. “i haven’t felt ok until you got here.”
you frowned and ran your hands up and down his back. “you are the man i deserve regardless of money.” you kissed his hair. “i want you with me.” you slid your hands up his t shirt, feeling his chest. his skin was warm and smooth.
jong woo lifted his head up to take his shirt off. you bit your lip and admired his toned chest. “you’re amazing.” he replied and cupped you’re cheek in his hand while leaning in to kiss you. it wasn’t aggressive but it was passionate. it had been almost months since you had gotten to be with each other between him living away from you and your job schedules. “so good to me.” he mumbled against your lips while sliding his hand up your skirt and into your panties. he couldn’t wait. he had never been so eager to touch you and make you squirm. he wanted to hear you scream his name .
“fuck.. you’re so wet.” he teased your pulsing hole with his finger. “why’re you wet baby?” he grinned. he loved the control he felt while being intimate with you. he hadn’t felt any control in days. “i didn’t do a thing.” he chuckled and slid a finger inside you. you whimpered and wiggled against his still hand.
“awww you missed me touching you didn’t you?” he enjoyed watching you try to get yourself off with his fingers. “don’t stop, that’s hot as fuck.” he smacked your ass and kept his other hand in place under you while you continued to ride his fingers. embarrassingly quick you climaxed on his fingers. he removed his fingers and put them in his mouth moaning at your taste. you bit your lip and felt your pussy tingle. “do it again, but on my tongue.” he flipped you onto your back on the bed.
unbeknownst to either of you someone was watching. moonjo watched through the whole, but he wanted a turn. he could feel your attraction to him and the feeling was mutual. he wanted a piece of you and he was determined to make it happen.
you pulled your shirt off and threw it to the ground. your panties were gone and your skirt was scrunched around your torso while jong woo devoured your lower lips. “f-fuck.. woo.” you tried to control your cries of pleasure. his tongue felt so good feeling your walls and flicking your click. your gripped his hair and closed your eyes lost in the feeling.
“mmmm.” his moans vibrating against you added to the pleasure he was giving you. he kept his tongue still and let your hips grind against his flat tongue. he looked up at you enjoying the expressions you made.
“what a show.” your eyes popped open at deep voice of an intruder. you saw seo moonjo with a wicked smile standing at the door. you pouted when jong woo jumped up and got infront of you, trying to hide your bare body. “i was trying to sleep, but was interrupted by a beautiful noise.” his eyes caught yours, giving you a seductive look.
“fuck off. you’re not welcome in here.” woo said with flared nostrils.
moonjo tilted his head and gave jong woo his signature grin. “why don’t we ask Y/N?” your name coming from his lips gave you chills. “how do you feel about having the two of us touch you?” he directed his gaze back to you. “i’ll be gentle.” he winked making jong woo ball his fists.
jong woo looked at you, trying to figure out what you felt. your hesitation made him nervous. “you can’t be serious.” you just shrugged and bit your lip. he scoffed and looked back at moonjo.
“what? you scared she might leave you?” moonjo taunted jong woo.
“don’t be silly.” you spoke up. “that won’t be happening.” you spoke directly to moonjo. “but i’m not opposed to getting fucked by the both of you right now.” you confessed with no shame.
your boyfriend sat in thought for a moment. he couldn’t deny his insecurities, but hearing you say that honestly did something to him. he’ll let his happen and he’s gonna prove to moonjo that he owns you. it turned him on to hear you put moonjo in his place. he stood up and moved next to your head with his crotch in front of your face.
“he can join, but you’re gonna suck me off.” he pushed his pants and boxers down his legs. you liked when he was this way. he was always so sweet and caring then would fuck you and do what he wanted with you til he was satisfied. whether that meant overstimulating you or cumming in you as many times as he wanted to. you LOVED it. “i missed being in your throat so. fucking. much.” he tapped the tip of his dick on your lips, demanding entrance.
you gasped when you felt warm lips wrap around your clit, sucking hard. you moaned and woo took that opportunity to shove his dick in your mouth until the tip hit the back of your throat. you gagged and dug your nails into his hip. his fingers were in your hair, holding your head steady so he could be in control. your other hand was grabbing moonjo hair, letting his tongue carress your folds.
“fuck..Y/N.” moonjo moaned while sliding his tongue deep inside you. he rubbed your clit with his thumb and wiggled his tongue against your walls making you moan on jong woo’s already twitching dick. moonjo had his hands on your thighs pressing them onto the bed to keep you from moving. every time you tried to buck your hips he’d slap one of your thighs, warning you.
“s-shit. s-so good, princess.” jong woo groaned and held your head still letting his cum shoot down your throat. “good girl. swallow it.” he bit lip and watched you, waiting for you to show him. you swallowed then stuck your tongue out so you could prove your obedience. he leaned down and gripped your jaw in his fingers, leveling his eyes with yours. “does he make you feel good?” he pressed his thumb on your tongue, watching your legs shake under moonjos hands. you nodded and felt bad, but you couldn’t lie to him.
he shoved his thumb down your throat making you gag and cough through your moans. jong woo was bent down, eyes looking into yours. he wiped a tear that slipped from your eyes with his wet thumb and smiled at you, admiring your flushed face.
“mmm… she likes being treated like a dirty bitch.” moonjo chuckled when he felt you tighten around his two fingers. he was staring into your eyes while twirling his tongue around your clit and fucking you with his long, slender fingers.
“she’s such a good girl isn’t she?” jong woo praised you while sliding behind you, laying your back into his chest so you were in between his legs. moonjo sped up his fingers continuously hitting your sweet spot ready to drink you up. he had been craving you since the second he saw you outside. you moaned and whimpered, loving the feeling of both of them touching you. “go ahead baby.” jong woo cooed while licking a skin tingling stripe up your neck to your ear. “cum.” he nibbled on your ear lobe while pinching your nipples with his fingers.
“fuck!!” you squealed feeling moonjos teeth nibble on your aching clit. “im cumming!!” you whined and writhed around against your boyfriends chest while moonjo slurped up your juices. he pulled his fingers out of you and rested his chin on your pelvis, staring up at you with lust filled eyes. you were panting with your head tilted back onto jong woos shoulder. jong woo kissed your forehead while his hands explored your body, calming you from your orgasm.
moonjo reached his arm up to hold his fingers in front of your lips, spreading them to show you the results of your orgasm. “clean your mess, doll.” he spoke with a sultry grin and tapped his two fingers on your bottom lip. you obliged immediately parting your lips and sucking on his fingers. you moaned and swirled your tongue around his digits, licking them clean. “a delicacy.” moonjo murmured and peppered kisses on your upper mound, watching you closely.
“you think you can take us both at the same time, angel?” jong woo whispered with his soft lips pressed onto your ear. “think you can handle it?” he flicked his tongue in the crevice of your ear, making your body shiver.
moonjo smiled wide at jong woos words, sitting up onto his knees to undo the button on his pants. “she can try.” he answered the question for you.
jong woo slid his hand up your body to wrap his hand around your neck, squeezing just enough to slightly choke you. “you gonna let us both fill you up?” you tilted your neck to let him bite your neck, giving you a deep purple mark. he was very possessive of you so the fact that this was even happening was blowing your mind.
“please.” you whimpered and looked in moonjos eyes. “i need you both in me right now.” you moaned and dug your nails into jong woos thighs. jong woo chuckled and pushed you off him so he could get out from behind you. you didn’t know if that meant fill both holes or take you in one at the same time, either way you didn’t care. you had never been so turned on in your life.
“you really think she can take it?” moonjo questioned and jerked himself off, looking down at your dripping cunt.
jong woo got on his knees on the bed next to his neighbor and put his hand on your pussy, coursing three fingers inside you to stretch you out. “I know she can.” he bit his lip and curled his fingers against the squishy pads inside your abdomen. “especially when she wants it so bad.” woo cooed while scissoring his fingers inside you. he removed his fingers to press his tip into your tight hole and scooted to the right side, angling to give moonjo room next to him.
“s-shit.* you hissed when you felt moonjo squeeze into you next to jong woo. in sync you felt both of them fill you up, giving you more pleasure than you ever have before. “mmm.. move. please.” you begged needing some type of friction.
“aww, such a needy slut.” woo growled before thrusting in and out if you, moaning from not just your walls suctioning around him but feeling the friction from moonjo rubbing against him with every thrust. “is two cocks not enough?” jong woo teased and and held your left thigh down onto the mattress.
moonjo pressed your right thigh down onto the mattress and thrusted inside you right after everytime jong woo did. not once did you go without a moment of pleasure. “do you like this?” moonjo hummed and reached down to grab your throat, making you choke on your screams. “being stuffed by two cocks at the same time? hmm?” moonjo taunted you and grazed his teeth over the tip of your nose.
“YES!!” you screamed and threw your head back against the pillows behind you. “so much. harder. please.” you whined and grasped the bed sheets between your fingers. you didn’t care if you sounded desperate. you were so overwhelmed in ecstasy yet at the same time it wasn’t enough.
“look at that.” moonjo let out a husky groan as he released your throat to reach his hand down to tease your clit with his thumb. you were panting and rocking your hips to meet their thrusts. “she really does like it.” he let out a deep laugh and rubbed quick circles on your clit.
“i told you.” your boyfriend admired your fucked out appearance. they both could feel you were ready to explode. “she’s such a good fucking girl.” woo growled and leaned down to shove his tongue passed your moaning lips. “my good girl.” he smirked and nibbled on your bottom lip while wrapping his hand back around your throat. he moaned and used his free hand to pinch one of your nipples.
“so good.” you whimpered and your doe eyes met jong woos intense stare.
“so pretty and submissive.” moonjo grunted and held your left thigh still, jong woo copied his action holding your other thigh. “cum.” moonjo ordered, both of their thrust synchronized hitting your g spot repeatedly.
“FUCK!!” you cried and areched your back. tears streamed down your face from being so full and stretched out. you squirted, making a mess of the bed and they’re lower halves.
“fucking hell..” moonjo groaned while spurting his cum inside of you. the feeling of both of them cumming inside of you was pure bliss. you felt so dirty but you mostly just felt like you experienced heaven.
“are you asleep, darling?” moonjo softly chuckled while jong woo rubbed your cheek. you shivered at the feeling of them sliding out of you. you felt empty. “nope.” you hummed and nuzzled your cheek into woo’s hand. “tired.” you kept your eyes closed, too fucked out to even move. “i wanna snuggle.” you added in a cute tone, making moonjo raise his eyebrows and look at your boyfriend with a curious smirk on his face. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this to happen again.
jong woo woo looked over to meet moonjos gaze. “i don’t know.” he chewed on his bottom lip in deep thought. “i don’t like sharing. this was kind of a heat of the moment thing..” he chuckled, replaying everything that just went down in his brain.
“i think after doing such a good job, it’s only fair we give the girl what she wants.” moonjo persuaded. he was wiping himself off with a towel from the dresser. “is that what you want, Y/N?” he spoke to you in a sweet voice while cleaning you up with the same towel.
jong woo gulped anxiously and tossed his shirt he used as a towel to the ground. he couldn’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach when you nodded your head with a pout and finally opened your eyes to look at him. the cuddling thing weirded him out a little but you’re too cute to say no too. that’s how you always get your way. he sighed and slid in front of you on the outside of the bed, leaving the space by the wall for moonjo to lay next to you. “ok baby. he can stay.” he nodded towards moonjo before nuzzling his face in your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist. he held you tight against his warm body. you loved feeling his skin on yours, you found it comforting. you rubbed his back soothingly and tangled your legs with his.
you felt moonjos warm body press into your back and he slid his hands to your chest to softly grope your breasts. “good girls always get what they want.” he whispered just for you to hear and left a tingling open mouth kiss on your neck, poking his tongue out to tickle your skin.
your body shivered from the action and you felt electricity shoot down to your core. you didn’t understand what that meant exactly but you were sure there was deeper meaning to the small statement.
you had come to this place to comfort your love and try to persuade him as usual to move in with you and it ACTUALLY worked this time you had convinced him to leave with you and now you sort of have a change of thought. you just might like this place.
#seo moonjo#strangers from hell#sfh#seo moonjo smut#jong woo#seo moonjo x reader#jong woo x reader#lee dong wook
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