#kdrama smut

[sehodreams]

a good girl's paradox

TW and Tags: plus size!coworker!reader x coworker!lee tang (he changed his name to Gyeong-su in the episode), mentions of violent acts (stalking, killing, bullying), smut, p in v (with protection), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), suicidal thoughts, trauma, related to the series but it changes the storyline for the fic purposes, unclear descriptions of the place (Busan) because I have no interest into learning more geography for a fic.

WC: 10K

Summary: Everyone goes to that province to hide, and you’re not the exception, but it’s also said that everyone wants to leave, and perhaps, you’re the exception to that.

Comment: Sorry guys I know I have a lot of requests and other drafts waiting, but I love this man so much I couldn’t help it, I started it yesterday and finished it today because I've been having so many problems finishing other fics and decided this was not going to be one of those half done. It's long so there are definitely mistakes, please be kind, again, English is not my first language.

Feeling the ocean breeze mess up with your hair and leave little particles of salt on it, you sat over the bench and watched the sun appear over the horizon. It was incredibly calm, and beautiful, and you inhaled the aroma of the sea in front of you, an aroma your mother used to love when you were younger, always carrying you in her arms to take you there and watch the sunrise together while eating marmalade and butter sandwiches.

You stopped completely going there once she passed away, and everyone knew why you tried to avoid its existence as if it woke up all the melancholic memories you had with her.

The truth was, you always hated it, and you stopped completely going only because you had no reason to do it anymore. You could make your own decisions once she wasn’t around anymore, and your father never cared enough to keep you company even on important events, so for as long as you could, you just didn’t go.

However, now that you saw it in front of you, you did remember some moments with your mother, her smile, and her excited voice telling you to wake up and watch the sun appear.

‘’Fucking sea’’ you said once the sun completely stayed up there, an orange light showering the whole scenery making it even more breathtaking, but still hating it.

You stood up, grabbed the suitcase handle, and walked alongside the sea, trying to catch a cab in that part of the countryside little city, different from Seoul, which was always awake, you saw how only a couple of people were walking around there, and most of them where fishers getting ready for work, or maybe they were coming back, but you, a city girl your whole life, didn’t know.

You found a taxi not much later and telling him where you were going, the driver rolled his window even more, and giving you a good look, he nodded for you to jump in.

‘’It’s not far from here’’ he said, and you nodded, not feeling like talking much with him. ‘’When you leave, don’t let them charge you too much, never pay more than 15 dollars for any cab, and never go to the sea at night.’’

That last sentence caught your attention, sounding like advice but with a hint of uninterest, assuming that you were going to leave one day.

‘’When I leave?’’ you asked.

‘’You’re going to a rented apartment, I know that building, we know everyone here, and you’re a city girl, I can hear it in your voice, all pretty and clear, something happened to you there so you came here to hide, it’s always the same thing, but your kind never like it here enough to stay’’ he answered sure of his statement.

You looked out the window, the sea was blue, pure, immaculate, and the sun wasn’t orange anymore, a clear sky showing the clouds up there, which you could see reflected into the sea.

But it all looked so grey to you, after all, a beautiful thing like that one still killed people every now and then, fishers who tried to make a living, tourists curious of what was deep inside, or simply people who tried to refresh themselves with the cool temperature of it in the summer, so you nodded.

It was beautiful, a dream, but you would never fall in love with it, if you never did it before even with the memories of your childhood, why would you do it now?

‘’Thank you’’ you said, agreeing with him.

You’d never like it enough to stay.

Still, you kind of appreciated his words after living there for almost a month.

Something you never forgot was how that driver, only with that short conversation, helped you so much, because it was true, you never had to pay more than 15 bucks for any cab, and every time the drivers tried to take advantage of you because of your accent, you only had to spit a short fuck off before they called you a bitch and accepted your bills before driving away.

At first, it was hard, you had never cursed in front of another person and you felt almost sick whenever you did it, but after deciding no one knew you there enough to have the right to judge you, or reminding yourself to just say what went through your mind to not punish yourself later with an I should’ve done something different, you started to feel better with your life there.

Also, he had been right about city people hiding there.

There weren’t many, but they were there, and it was incredibly easy to recognize them.

Apart from the dialect, which was pretty much obvious, there was just something about them that screamed I’m not from here that you always noticed.

Perhaps it was the way most of you were programmed to be colder than most of the countryside people, always being respectful and polite, but always lacking that warmness they had, most of them treating each other like friends or family, while all of you were from the exterior, uninvited guests that one day would leave, and knowing your place, all of you said thank you, hello and goodbye without smiling or eye contact.

It wasn’t that bad for you thought, you had already told yourself to not be involved with people at all if it wasn’t necessary to avoid useless problems, but again, you were only a girl, and Gyeong-ah was just a girl too, and girls, as much as you tried to deny it, feel easily alone.

You met while buying groceries, and you knew immediately she was from Seoul because instead of choosing the detergent almost all the residents there bought, which had a powerful, almost heavy aroma of flowers to mask the sea smell, she chose the softer version without aroma that most girls that lived alone in Seol used to not mess with your perfumes.

You didn’t wear perfume, you never liked it, but you recognized the brand as if it was general knowledge taught at school.

‘’You’re from Seoul’’ you said before you could think it, and it wasn’t a question at all, it was a fact that she, when she heard it, couldn’t even deny because she recognized you too.

‘’You too’’ she said, and suddenly you had a friend.

Just as city girls, you two knew how to talk to each other, never crossing lines and being as cordial as you could, wanting to know but never digging too deep unless you were sure the other deserved to know delicate information about yourselves.

In a month you became best friends, and you started to like to live there, the grey color the area had wasn’t as grey anymore, taking a brighter variation now, almost becoming white, as white as her ceilings, or as the smile she sometimes showed you.

Both of you had really white teeth from performing as perfect city girls before arriving there, religiously visiting the dentist to get expensive treatments at least twice a year and using the famous toothpaste that girl group promoted on TV between music shows, with the phrase ‘’a pretty smile is a pretty heart’’ pushing half the population to buy it, effective, an incredibly overpriced.

Both of you stopped using it, but you respected how it still showed its results.

‘’The supermarket is opening a new position as a cashier, you could come if you want, you receive discounts as an employee’’ she said to the air when you were rambling about almost not having enough savings.

Even if it was the countryside and rent wasn’t even half of what you paid before, with everything you spent after unsuccessfully trying to fit the beauty standards when you lived there, your savings weren’t enough to live unemployed for too much time.

Next week you, instead of waking up to take a little walk before breakfast, now got ready to go to work and be a useful human being to society again.

And with that, both of you took a step further into your friendship, being able to reveal, after drinking a couple of beers, why you escaped from the city.

Gyeong-ah told you everything, from the pretty sequence of how she and her boyfriend met, to then what he did to hurt her, and how she suffered until she had to go through all those surgeries before she moved to Busan.

You told her everything too, how your boss pushed his hand under your skirt, how you reported it and how everyone looked at you as if you were crazy, ‘’She’s the one that reported the sexual assault case? She should be grateful anyone wanted to fuck her’’, and how, being completely alone, you were bullied until you had to quit.

‘’I was the first place in my class’’ she said.

‘’I closed the best deal the company ever had’’ you said.

Both of you cried until you fell slept together on her bed, and only woke up because both of you had to get ready for work.

It didn’t take long for you to get used to your new job, you were already a seller before arriving there, you knew how to talk to people and how to fake a good smile, charming customers into buying products they didn’t need and quickly gaining the manager approbation, because, after all, as everyone said, you were a good girl.

Sadly, Gyeong-ah didn’t have the same luck, and you understood her, she studied to do something different with her life, and you did it too, but she was younger and never had to learn how to make people love her before because she was incredibly gorgeous, but now that beauty wasn’t as useful anymore, and not knowing how to pretend as much as you, she couldn’t gain the appreciation you did, getting more scolds than praises.

It was on one occasion that her inexperience got her into a big argument with a client, and sadly you saw the first crack of your friendship appear.

That client was demanding a refund for a product without the receipt, and you wanted to run to her and repeat how you also couldn’t find the purchase on the system, but that woman was screaming so bad you got flashbacks of your boss’s wife screaming at you to take back the complaint, how her husband would never touch a disgusting pig like you (calling you that when she was as fat, to not say more, than you), and how you should just ruin your own life if you wanted to ruin someone’s.

She had the same voice tone, and even looked exactly like her, with dark red lipstick, a failed perm and all those cheap accessories, she was her spitting image.

You couldn’t move, watching the situation happen from afar, feet stuck to the floor and hands shaking, you repeated inside your mind to go and help her, to take her side, but you couldn’t, and making eye contact with one of the boys from the fish section when he walked in front of you, you closed your eyes to ignore the situation and not feel as pathetic as you did.

Later, when your break came, you went out to breathe as much air as you could, and trying to erase the memory of the past moment from your mind, you tried to think what could you do to apologize to Gyeong-ah.

Out there, between a couple of cars, in the middle of the immense parking lot, you tried to hide so no one saw you spiraling into a thousand thoughts, and there, almost breaking down, you stopped yourself from doing it when you saw the guy from before talking to that woman.

It looked as if she wanted to discuss with him too. He was beside her car, and she started to get closer to him while talking, you couldn’t hear it, but you saw her mouth moving as fast as before.

You were about to get closer to hear them, but you stopped once you saw a disgusting string of saliva being spit on the concrete by him.

It was so long and thick that you didn’t doubt it was a consequence of all those cigarettes he smoked every day.

You didn’t smoke, but Gyeong-ah did, and sometimes the smoke got impregnated in your clothes, so you could easily identify the Marlboro smell of the pack the two of them chose all the time, but he, unlike Gyeong-ah, had a smell a lot stronger.

Your thoughts were left aside once you saw the woman moving around nervous and he trying to take her phone. What the hell, you thought, and you were about to intervene when the woman jumped into her car and drove away.

Making eye contact with him again, he watched you for a couple of seconds before he turned around and completely ignored you, continuing to smoke his cigarette in peace.

‘’I don’t have time for this’’, you whispered to yourself and walked inside to talk with Gyeong-ah and not overthink anymore.

The first crack wasn’t deep, she said she understood it, and you hugged before finishing your shift and going back home to drink and badmouth that terrible woman, especially you, not thinking much of the woman from the supermarket, but of your boss’s wife.

She laughed while hearing all the insults you had about her appearance, going to sleep with a smile on her face and telling you that she would understand if the situation happened again because it wasn’t your fault, or hers, it was theirs for not understanding you two.

Little cracks continued to appear on the frame of your friendship, but it was still solid enough to survive everything.

At least, until Sangnim appeared, and completely smashed it to leave no trace of it.

That fucking bastard, as you used to call him, ruined everything with his existence.

The minute you saw him you knew something was off with him, you couldn’t help but notice small details when the two of them gave you a lift home, sensing the aroma of a perfume you used to smell a lot in Seoul inside his car, it was impossible Gyeong-ah was the only woman riding it, and you tried to slip a question without looking suspicious.

‘’Sangmin-ah, do you have sisters? I can’t believe how much you understand my Gyeong-ah’’ you said with a smile.

He made eye contact with you through the mirror and showed you a wide grin.

‘’I don’t have any sisters, but you’re so sweet, I really try to take care of Gyeong-ah as much as I can, she deserves it’’ he answered immediately.

‘’You’re right, she deserves it’’ you repeated, still smiling.

Shut the fuck off, you contained yourself from saying that out loud, nodding and looking around to find any other clue.

You couldn’t find anything, but he was definitely a cheater, and you, not having any solid proof, didn’t know how to break the news, so you pretended to not know anything to find the correct moment to say it.

Still, you left little comments every now and then, not blaming him, but leaving a trail of doubts around, doubts that sadly were never enough for Gyong-ah, fracturing too much your relationship.

You even thought that maybe you were exaggerating too, maybe deep inside you just tried to find a reason for her to end things with him, he was never going to stay, he said it before when you three had dinner, he’d go back to Seoul next year, and contrary to all predictions, thanks to your friendship, you liked it here enough to stay.

The future wasn’t bright at all, but it was enough for you, maybe in a couple of years you could escalate to a better position, you’d get benefits, you would walk around the beach every Sunday morning, and then you’d go and have breakfast with Gyeong-ah.

You had to apologize, for the sake of your friendship.

However, you didn’t have to, or more than that, you could never do it, because three days later Gyeong-ah passed away.

Waking up in your free day, you sent her a text to ask for an hour of her time to talk, but she didn’t answer in fifteen minutes, and you just knew something was wrong.

Taking a cab to her house, you saw the ashes all around, and how her room was the one who started it.

‘’It seems the oven was on’’ you heard one firefighter say.

Dropping to your knees, you denied it, because she always checked everything at least three times before going to sleep, it didn’t matter how drunk she was, she would check the door, the kitchen, and would unplug her phone charger from the wall.

‘’I saw on the news that chargers can get on fire’’ she said, and you laughed in her face because that only happened once every thousand times, ‘’Well, with my luck, I could be that one time.’’

‘’Shut up’’ you said while knocking three times on her wooden headboard.

 It had to be him, it had to be him, it’s the only answer, she would never do it, she wouldn’t let her oven on in a million times, they didn’t know her like you did, and sadly, soon no one would remember her like you did.

Calling her mother was the hardest part, you couldn’t remember how the hug of a mother felt in real life, and when she wrapped you into her arms, you broke down with her, because even if you didn’t know her, Gyeong-ah had been telling her about you, always finishing the calls with the same sentence, ‘’Don’t worry mom, my friend’s is taking care of me here.’’

‘’I’m so sorry, I should’ve taken more care of her, I’m so sorry’’ you repeated in her arms, and her mother denied it, saying how that wasn’t your fault at all, but you felt as it was, because you could've stopped her from seeing him, you should’ve stopped her the minute you figured him out.

You didn’t, and it didn’t matter how many nights passed, you couldn’t sleep with the guilt consuming you.

Looking at the beach at night one day, not being able to sleep again, you remembered how the first day you arrived you were told to never go to the sea at night, and right there, you understood why that driver told you that.

For the first time ever, you thought that maybe, maybe, you should just get lost in it, like the fishers, like the tourists, like the innocents.

You weren’t none of them, none of them deserved it, but you were convinced you did.

And you were about to go meet her, until you realized that, there, on earth, you could continue taking care of her, because even if she wasn’t there with you anymore, you could do what was necessary to make Sangmin pay for what he did.

You wouldn’t survive another I should’ve, so you would do it, you would do what was necessary, and nothing would stop you.

Finding Sangmin’s information wasn’t hard, you just had to do a couple of clicks on the internet, and you had everything you could need.

If only you had done that before, but you refused to go back into social media, all your profiles were flooded with hate comments from people you used to work with, or your boss’s family, or people who didn’t know anything at all but felt the right to talk about your body, and she had also deleted all kind of social media for a similar reason, so none of you knew how he was about to get married, and how you had been right about the smell of her fiance's perfume and all the little comments you had left around.

It was simply impossible how they met was a coincidence, getting sex extorted just like Gyeong-ah? He knew how to get close to her and break down her walls, he planned everything, and finally, you had no doubt about doing something.

You planned to wait for him out of his job, you wanted to do it quick and easy, and no one would suspect you, you looked like a good girl, you were a good girl, you were one until he appeared and stole the little family you had, he stole your whole life, and you would do it too.

With a knife in hand, you waited for him to get out of work, and you thought that he would drive his car, but he didn’t, so you followed him down the dark street to an unknown place.

Gripping onto your weapon, you felt your heart punching your ribcage, nervous as never before.

I can do it, I can do it, you repeated inside your mind, trying to convince you again.

But you couldn’t, and entering an alley, letting him go, you started to cry while hugging your knees, apologizing to Gyeong-ah for not being able to do anything for her.

You felt a cold sensation touch your nape and you jumped away from it surprised, looking up at the sky night and watching the guy from work you never liked.

‘’Drink this’’ he pushed the water bottle to your face, almost obliging you to take it, and your heart started to beat again, knowing he had seen what you tried to do, knife on the floor easily to differentiate even in the dark.

‘’Gyeong… Su?’’ you tried to remember his name.

‘’Go home, sleep, and tomorrow go to work, the manager keeps calling you and leaving messages, your position is still yours’’ he said, almost immediately walking away, but you stopped him gripping his jeans.

‘’You saw me’’ you affirmed,

‘’I did’’ he didn’t try to lie.

‘’Don’t you think I’m bad? I tried to do something really bad.’’

Your voice almost broke, and your hand on his jeans was trembling.

He looked down at you, maintaining eye contact and scanning you, and you felt as if he was inside your mind, finding exactly what he wanted to know.

‘’You’re not bad’’, he said after a long silence.

‘’You don’t know me’’, you replied as soon as he finished talking.

He shrugged and pulling apart from your grip, he talked one last time before leaving, ‘’That’s true.’’

Completely alone there, you cried again until you felt satisfied, and looking up to the dark clear sky, you apologized one last time to Gyeong-ah, and to your mom, and to you, and after drinking the whole bottle of water, you walked to the beach, burring the knife into a hole in the sand you dug with your own hands, to then go home, take a shower, and sleep.

The next day you had to go to work, and you needed to sleep at least a couple of hours.

When you arrived at work the next day you told yourself to completely ignore Gyeong-su, not wanting to talk with someone who had seen you in such deplorable moments like the ones you had.

However, again, you were just a girl, and not having anyone around you anymore, he was the closest thing to intimacy you had.

The relationship you had wasn’t deep enough to be called a friendship, he rarely talked about himself, only keeping you company when he smoked a cigarette in his break and when his turn finished.

You can’t remember how you started to get closer to him, you just remember seeing him smoke near the plastic table behind the supermarket, near the entrance in which all trucks left the daily order of products, and sitting next to him in silence, missing the smell of the Marlboro Gyeong-ah used to smoke.

Somehow, it brought you a calm feeling, and your mind stopped thinking, becoming a blank sheet that didn’t need to be filled with anything, not memories of her, or your past life in Seoul, or Sangmin, only breathing and watching the ugly metallic green bars that surrounded the place as if it was a prison, separating it from the outside world.

He didn’t mind you staying there, and days after days, you started to notice his presence around more often inside the supermarket, and the little behaviors he had.

‘’A man of few words’’, you called him when he didn’t answer your question if he was from Seoul too, thing he never acknowledged, but it was too obvious.

He didn’t have the province dialect, he had a soft way of slurring words whenever the manager or his superior in the fish section made him questions, like most boys in the city did, especially those who worked as part-timers in convenience stores, a polite but tired tone, and you were sure he had received some kind of superior education because when you carried a copy of Justice written by Michael Sandel, he followed it with his eyes until you pushed it inside your bag.

‘’Those who insist that only bleeding wounds should count believe that post-traumatic stress reflects a weakness of character unworthy of honor. Those who believe that psychological wounds should qualify argue that veterans suffering long-term trauma and severe depression have sacrificed for their country as surely, and as honorably, as those who’ve lost a limb’’ you quoted the next day while he lighted his second cigarette and seemed more relaxed next to you.

‘’I’m too dumb for that’’ was the only thing he said before exhaling a long line of smoke.

You don’t know why, but after hearing him so sure while saying that, and after such a long time, you were able to laugh again.

Things were slightly getting better after two months, you could sleep at least four hours now, and you were doing things again, not only staring at your TV when you arrived home. You opened old books she had left at your house, cleaned your place more, and ate proper meals, and you still cried, but at least you were able to smile when you saw pictures of her in your phone.

Still, there were moments in which you crumbled, and one of them was when you heard what happened to Sangmin a long time ago, only a couple days after you tried to do… that.

You heard it from one of the clients, how weird things were happening, first the death of a former worker there in the supermarket, and then the death of her boyfriend, and how now there were other two girls dead.

‘’This never happened before those people started to move here’’ her companion, another elderly woman said, and of course they referred to the people like you, people that weren’t born or grew up there, but you couldn’t help but only think in what you had heard about Sangmin.

Sangmin was dead, and what should’ve brought you joy for fair karma, instead made you hide in the warehouse, crying and spiraling into your thoughts about Gyeong-ah, and how you didn’t even make an effort to make sure she got her real justice, cleaning her name from everyone’s mouths.

‘’What’s going on?’’ you heard Gyeong-su’s voice come from behind the shelf you were leaning to.

‘’He-He’s dead’’ you answered, you didn’t need much to think of how to phrase it, he knew who you were referring to.

‘’Isn’t that what you wanted?’’ he asked you.

You stayed silent, muffled cries hiding in your knees.

‘’I don’t know, but I’m hurting so much, and all I keep thinking about is how Gyeong-ah must have suffered more than me when she left this place, and how I’ll never be able to know if he received what he deserved, even more, how because of that I’ll never be able to clean her name, and now no one will remember her as clearly as I do’’ you then confessed.

Feeling like a sinner telling a priest all of her secrets, you felt as if something had left your chest free, your mind finally was out there, formed into words and tears, and you didn’t see his face, but that let you speak your mind even more free.

‘’I see’’ he murmured, ‘’and you’ve thought that all this time, I guess.’’

‘’Yes,’’ everything was out, your tears sliding down your cheeks and your body lighter, almost numb.

‘’Well, you shouldn’t compare your pain, or hers, or his, each of you went through things none of you three know, she doesn’t know how you’re mourning her death, you don’t know how she suffered the process of it, and none of you know how he suffered his, those are things none of you will ever know, so it’s okay if you hurt, but you don’t have to think much into what he deserved, because you’ll never have an answer, and you shouldn’t condition what you feel into an answer you’ll never receive.’’

You sniffed your tears, looking at the packages of toilet paper in front of you, wishing you could take one to clean your face.

‘’And I do remember her, not as clearly as you do, of course, no one will, she was your friend, but I remember she liked to buy fresh tuna every Friday to eat with you, she always had a blank face when the manager scolded her or when she talked to rude clients, and she would rarely smile, but with you, she would do it in front of others sometimes.’’

You exhaled.

That was exactly her, she liked tuna when you hated it, and you picked on her for having an old man's taste buds, you preferred chicken over it, but you let her win every time one of you had to choose, and yeah, she did stare blankly at others, including you, but if it was a good day, she would smiled at you with those white pearls she had inside her mouth.

Feeling as if some heavy weight was lifted from your shoulders, you exhaled and let your head fall to the shelf you were leaning into.

‘’You two were the city pair’’ he finished, making you laugh.

‘’You’re also a city boy’’ you said, and he coughed, ‘’and you’re a liar, you said you were dumb.’’

‘’I am, I never understood that book’’ he said before grabbing the box between you two, lifting it, and going out, leaving you there alone.

You felt as if finally, you had taken a step in the right direction, moving from your position, you cleaned your tears with the ugly blue vest, too hard for your cheeks, and waking you up with the pain.

A week later another girl died, and your boss had to organize a meeting.

‘’It seems the current situation is getting dangerous, especially for young girls, so the superiors have ordered all the women to leave while the sun is still up’’ he said, and you don’t know if it was because of an empathy people from where you grew up didn’t have, but you got surprised when none of the men argued with it, everyone nodding in unison.

You had permission to leave early, so you did it, not being able to share Gyeong-su’s company when your turn finished, only seeing each other in the first break.

‘’You’ll miss me’’ you said the first day, and he never made any sound to acknowledge your silly jokes, but this time he let a soft snicker, almost imperceptible, that made you smile too.

You tried to always do what you were told to, so you left before the sun went down, but that day you were in charge of counting merchandise in the warehouse, so you didn’t see how late it was until you checked your phone.

It was even later than the time for everyone to leave, so you quickly grabbed your things, said good night to your male coworkers, and left.

You tried to not get paranoid with the news, they specified that the killer only directed its attention to pretty girls, loving long legs and soft features.

Gyeong-ah and Sangmin cases were mentioned every now and then to repeat how dangerous things were getting, but they were never related to the girl’s deaths, being two different situations.

That’s why, you tried to convince yourself you would be okay, you didn’t share any of the characteristics the killer loved in their victims, and he supermarket wasn’t far from your house, but you didn’t dare to walk alone anymore between all the buildings, so you waited for a cab to appear and take you home.

You made sure to always be careful when you were alone, yes you took cabs, but you always had a pen on your hand and your phone ready to call 119 in the other, checking the routes and if the driver looked at you too much.

Everything was okay, you were already relaxed when you saw your building in front of you, so you shoved your things in your bag, pulled out the bill, and paid, walking home with an easy mind.

You never thought you would get snatched right next to your door.

With a hand on your mouth and the other on your tummy, you felt how you were dragged into the alley next to your building, darkness surrounding you while you felt a disgusting presence behind you.

The one who pulled you in was a man, taller than you, with big hands and an erection already ready to make your worst nightmare real.

You started to cry, muffled by his gloved hand, you couldn’t say anything when you heard his voice calling you sweet treat, ordering you to be silent if you didn’t want things to get ugly.

Begging Gyeong-ah, your mother, and God to send you help, you nodded when he said he would let you go if you were good.

‘’Promise?’’ he murmured.

‘’Promise’’ you agreed, closing your eyes and letting his hand cup your pussy with force, not making a single sound, only trembling with tears running down your cheeks.

He pushed your face to the wall and made you show him your bubbly ass, touching it as much as he wanted without an ounce of shame.

You thought this is it, my karma, repeating inside your head how this was your punishment for all the things you should and shouldn’t have done.

The man couldn’t even open the button of your jeans before you heard a loud bang and his body fell to the floor.

Staying in your position, you pressed your face to your hands and didn’t dare to turn around to see what was making all that noise, it was metallic, and it didn’t stop even when the man didn’t make a single noise anymore.

When things got silent, you, still trembling, turned your head to see what, or who stopped the man.

You never expected to see Gyeong-su covered in black clothes from head to toe, paint all over the floor, covering the man's body and face, and the can totally smashed and tossed to the side.

‘’Uh?’’ was the only thing that came out of your mouth.

‘’I knew he was going to come for you, this sick bastard’’ he said.

You didn’t understand why he thought that, and watching your white sneakers get ruined with the blood and the red paint, you started to cry even more, still in silence.

‘’It’s okay, you’re okay’’ he said, giving you your messed bag and, once again, leaving you alone.

You called the police, the number still there on your screen ready to only press the green button, and when you did it, you said your direction as clearly as you could.

‘’Did you see who did it?’’ one of the officers asked you, and you stayed silent for a good minute before answering.

‘’I didn’t’’ then you said.

The two cops keeping you company looked at each other and then the one writing things down nodded.

‘’I see’’ was the only thing he said before leaving you alone.

You didn’t have much to do, the man was dead, and now nothing could be done.

Was that justice? You thought.

They immediately recognized him as the killer, he had a patron, pretty girls who lived alone, and all the bodies showed the same signs of abuse before dying.

Perhaps he had lied to all of them, and he had lied to you, convincing you that if you did no sound you would live, but you’d have died just like them at the end.

But did he deserve to die? Just like Sangmin, wasn’t there another way to get justice for your pain? For yours, Gyeong-ah’s, and all those girls’.

Still, what you knew was that, even if it was contrary to all your values, knowing how valuable life was, Gyeong-su didn’t deserve any punishment, he had saved you, and justice for you, was that he continued free out there.

The next day before you went to work, you saw rests of the red paint still over the cement, thin layers already dry after so many hours, cracked with the breeze of the sea, and you thought how, if Gyeong-su hadn’t saved you yesterday, what anyone else would have seen in daylight was your cold body lying out there.

All your coworkers hugged you when you arrived, and your manager told you to take the day off if you needed, but you couldn’t go back home or you’d start to overthink things again, if what you did was the correct thing to do, if he deserved to die like that, if you were a killer too, taking into account how you saved Gyeong-su’s secret.

When the first break came you walked out to the plastic table, but Gyeong-su wasn’t there, and hugging your coat, you sat to wait for him, but he didn’t come.

He avoided you for days, and you thought the pseudo-friendship you had was over, until a detective arrived and started to make questions about what had happened to you that day.

‘’You really didn’t see who did it?’’ he asked, and you denied again, already used to say that lie as if it was an unchanging truth, ‘’Do you mind if I walk around here a little bit?’’

You didn’t have a reason to say no, but your eyes caught how Gyeong-su opened the curtain separating the counter from the freezer where all the fish waited to be cut and packed to be sold, and how he immediately took a step back, not letting himself be seen.

You don’t know why, but you knew Gyeong-su didn’t want that detective to see him.

‘’I’m sorry, but I really don’t want to see any more cops lurking around, he’s dead, and looking at you only brings me back the bad memories of that night’’ you didn’t know why you said something like that, it didn’t make any sense, all the older ladies loved to see the cops near, feeling a lot safer, but you didn’t know what else to say to make them leave.

His younger companion frowned and was about to say something before the detective stopped him and nodded, leaving you his card and telling you to call him in case you ever needed help or remembered something.

You didn’t answer, shoving it into one of the numerous pockets your vest had, and turned your back to continue writing down the stock you were counting.

‘’Ugly girls should learn how to talk prettily at least’’ you heard the younger say.

‘’Shut up, she’s a victim, she doesn’t have to entertain you with pretty words’’ the older quickly replied, ‘’and you don’t know what you’re saying, her face is very pretty.’’

Jand Nam-gam, you read in the card he left you.

He seemed like the kind of person who was only respected by the people who were near him, used to receive no as answers, and a bit blunt and unsophisticated, from the city, just like you, but without the calm and respectable vibe a detective from there usually had, and too honest and correct to survive there for long.

When you went out for your break a couple of hours later you saw Gyeong-su sitting on the table, smoking and waiting for you.

You sat next to him and for the first time, you showed him your palm, asking for a cigarette too.

Without looking at you, he gave you the one he was smoking, still new and ready for you to take it.

Your fingers brushed his when he gave it to you, and you tried to not think much about it, but you always thought too much, so to shut your mind up, you inhaled the cancer stick and held it as long as you could, slowly letting the grey cloud appear in front of your face.

The city had the same grey color it used to have before Gyeong-ah, and you weren’t sure how long you could stay there.

Your imagination wasn’t filled with a future there, you didn’t want to walk around the beach anymore, you had no one eating breakfast with you in your head, and you were afraid every time your turn finished and you had to go back home, running the few steps to open your building door, and only feeling safe once you checked that your oven was off and you put a chair behind your secured door.

‘’I didn’t ask for your help’’ he then said.

‘’Me neither’’ you answered.

He nodded, still looking at the metallic bars surrounding you.

‘’How did you know I didn’t want him to see me’’ he asked, breathing the air and pushing his hands inside his apron pockets.

‘’How did you know he was going to come for me’’ you asked back.

He shrugged like every time you asked him anything he couldn’t ignore.

‘’I just knew he would come for you, after all, they said he followed pretty girls.’’

It felt completely different from when the detective said it, and you bit the inside of your cheek, feeling a warm sensation reach your cold hands.

‘’I just knew it too’’ you said, tossing the rest of the stick to the floor.

It tasted like shit, and you couldn’t understand how he and Gyeong-ah smoked it every day.

‘’I won’t come to work tomorrow.’’

You felt incredibly alone again, you knew he meant that he wouldn’t come back, he would, again, leave you there on your own.

‘’Can you walk me home today? I’m afraid of going on my own.’’

He knew why you asked him that, a goodbye, a farewell, so he nodded and told you to wait for him at the front door.

Your turn finished and then you were waiting for him right where he had told you, a good girl following his words exactly like he wanted.

You stayed there, hands playing with the leather strap of your bag, the bag you used when you lived in Seoul, too noisy in the province, reason why you preferred to go around with your canvas tote bag, a lot more discreet and common, but that one had been ruined with the red paint that day, and just like your white sneakers, you had to toss it away.

When he appeared he nodded at you, indicating you with a tilt of his head to lead the way.

You two walked on silent, you couldn’t make any question or comment or silly joke, and it was obvious, by the grip on your bag, that you were nervous.

He noticed it, and pulling out his hand from the pocket of his bomber jacket, he grabbed your left hand and held it all the way to your house.

You felt incredibly calm, thinking how you shouldn’t because you knew, deep down, that he was dangerous. It was impossible, by the fear of facing the detective, that he hadn’t killed more people, and it was clear he was being followed.

That makes sense, you thought, if you weren’t sent to that province because of work, like Sangmin, you were hiding, and he was just like Gyeong-ah and you, escaping from things that had happened in the past, or perhaps, things that were still happening now.

But you hadn’t felt so safe in so long, because you knew that, with him, nothing would snatch you next to your house, and that no one would be able to enter your house, or that your oven was never going to magically explode.

With him by your side everything was okay, you were okay, and that was enough to make all those preoccupations disappear.

When you got to your entrance you let his hand go to open the principal door with your key, and he was behind you, observing you, you could feel his eyes on the back of your head, but when you turned to him, he let his eyes fall to the floor.

‘’Do you want to drink some coffee?’’ you asked, and he nodded, following you inside and walking up the stairs until you got to your little apartment.

It wasn’t amazing, but it was yours. You didn’t have an elevator, and you always had to go up to the fifth floor to let your clothes dry with a big basket, but it was okay, you liked your building, your neighbors were quiet, and you felt safe and sound there. Until that happened.

Inside your room you let him close the door for you, and you didn’t feel the need to immediately put the secure on, leaving your coat on the hanger instead, and taking off your shoes, you walked to your little kitchen, putting water in an electric kettle to boil it.

You could cook in your kitchen, but you never used the oven, and you preferred the electric kettle over the traditional one because once the water was done, it would automatically turn off.

Then you sat on the floor, leaving two cups, sugar and coffee over the little wooden table you had, and turning on the TV, you looked at him in the eyes until he sat beside you on the floor.

He was wearing an ugly grey sweater that kind of smelled like fish, mascaraed with what you identified as the cheap deodorant you sold in the store, but you were used to the fish smell he had, so you didn’t mind.

‘’Do you mind if I take a shower?’’ He said not much after.

You nodded, the news had just started, and you mindlessly changed the channel to try to find anything interesting.

 ‘’Sure, there are towels in the cabinet, I’ll get you some clothes, they’re mine, but I’m sure they’ll fit you’’ you said, and he didn’t waste a second to walk to your bathroom.

You gulped while changing the channels, you knew what you were going to do, but you hadn’t done it in so long, you needed a second to recognize what that sensation forming on your abdomen was.

You hadn’t done anything at all, and you felt yourself already getting wet inside your panties.

The click the jug did after the water was done caught your attention and you stood up to get the water, pulling out the cord from the plug, but knowing you had to get him his clothes, you walked to your little closet to find a t-shirt and some pants that could fit him.

He wasn’t buff at all, but he was lean, a normal guy there, not fat, not big, not small, and taller than normal, so you decided to find the biggest clothes you had.

You were choosing when you heard the door open and you felt him walking behind you, hands surrounding your waist and wetting your back with the drops that were still sliding down his chest.

‘’I chose this’’ you said, lifting the clothes so he could see them, feeling his breath touch the side of your neck and his nose brushing your skin.

‘’I’ll wear them later then’’ he answered, pushing you to your closed closet and making you turn to him.

You weren’t that short, but just then you noticed how much taller than you he was. He made you lift your eyes to him with a touch to your hands, taking the clothes from your hands and letting them fall to the floor.

‘’I- I don’t remember much how this was… it’s been years for me’’ you admitted, and he nodded.

‘’It’s been years for me too’’ he said, not as ashamed as you.

With the same hand that tossed the clothes, he made you look at him and accept his mouth over yours, taking the lead in the kiss and erasing all your thoughts.

It felt good, his lips were chapped, and he had the taste of smoke in his mouth, but you didn’t mind, it finally tasted good, and moving your hands to his neck, you let him press his body against yours, the lower half of his body only covered by one of your towels.

He wasn’t hard, but you could feel something poking at the front of your jeans, and you wanted him to lay on your bed, so after a couple of long minutes, and just after he had enough of your mouth, you murmured something.

‘’Let’s go to my bed’’ you begged with hazy eyes and weak legs, leaning onto him, who was holding you with his body against your closet doors.

He nodded, and taking your hand, he guided you there, making you sit and look up to him.

Your lights were on, and you felt nervous, you had never had sex with the lights on, you only had a couple of partners, and they always turned them off before fucking you.

‘’You can turn off the lights if you want’’ you said, looking at him in the eyes.

He didn’t answer, his hand went to your cheek, and he pressed the tips of his fingers over your skin, caressing it and then brushing your wet lips after all his kisses, slightly red and plump thanks to the way his lips covered them.

He didn’t acknowledge what you said, bending down to retake the contact between both mouths.

Full of life, unlike his usual demeanor, eager, he pushed you to your back, making you receive him between your legs.

Slightly harder, you felt the border of his boner only covered by the fabric damp your jeans, but he didn’t stop kissing you, one hand lying on your neck and the other helping him stay still over you to not let all his weight crush you.

You opened your legs as much as you could with the jeans stopping you from going too far.

 ‘’You know what I’ll do to you’’ he said after a minute.

You nodded.

‘’I won’t stop’’ he warned.

‘’I don’t want you to’’ you answered.

You knew no one was going to save you from that place, it wasn’t his job, so you’d accept this as enough, and you’d let him go without resentment and an I should’ve done it.

‘’Will you be okay?’’ he asked, afraid of hurting you more.

‘’I want this to happen’’ you said, making him look at you, caress your cheek once again, and give you another kiss before his hands went to your button and helped you take your jeans off.

Sliding the clothing off your legs, he pushed your thighs wide open, and feeling the texture of the towel, his now hard cock against your clothed clit made you whimper.

‘’It feels good’’ you said, to what he agreed with you.

‘’It feels good’’ he affirmed.

He did soft movements to stimulate you with his cock, only letting you feel what would soon be inside you.

Looking at your eyes flutter, he pushed up your shirt, showing him your black bra hugging your chest.

Touching the skin uncovered by your cups, he pressed his thumb to see how far it could sink into your skin.

Your chest was bigger than normal, just like your tummy, but he liked it, it looked comforting and soft, perfect for him to rest a little bit, after his exhausting life, it looked like a taste of paradise.

You pushed his hands while taking your shirt off without asking, to then unhook your bra and toss it to the floor.

‘’Touch me properly’’ you said, making him snicker.

You had forgotten how that little grin looked like, and you smiled when it appeared again.

‘’Okay,’’ he replied, unabashedly grabbing both tits and groping them, looking at how the skin flooded his grip between fingers, and feeling good with both sensations, his cock against your cunt, and his hands in your chest, you closed your eyes and moaned, moving your head to your side and cover your mouth with the back of your hand.

He didn’t let you hide yourself for long, making you open your mouth for him and pushing his tongue inside your mouth, obliging you to let the moans out.

Your panties were incredibly wet, and he left one of your tits free to sneak a hand inside them.

Juices gladly receiving him, he groaned when he felt you dripping all over his fingers.

Without asking, just like when you took your shirt, he introduced a finger.

You cried with his mouth over yours.

His finger was long, and it sent a delicious shock to your core, making you frown at how good it felt.

‘’More’’ you begged, and he gladly obliged, pushing one more finger to make scissoring motions and prepare you for him.

‘’Shit, it’s begging for it’’ he groaned when he heard how much your insides were squelching, asking for him to fill you up.

‘’Yes, yes’’ you cried, listening to his nasty approbations telling you how good you’d take him, and how much he couldn’t wait to fill that sweet pussy of yours.

Fucking you with his fingers, you moaned as much as you wanted, not caring to hide anymore, it was your only night with him, so you decided to not hold anything.

His mouth went to your nipple, tits falling to the sides of how heavy they were and shaking with his attention to your cunt.

He licked them, first with just the tip of his tongue, but then let it flat so it covered your buds and made you shake even more.

‘’Su- so good’’ you cried.

His fingers were making you dizzy, and you had to get up on your elbows to see his hand inside your panties moving to make you cum.

It was hard to see yourself like that, so naked, so exposed.

You couldn’t hide the way your tummy rolls were in front of his eyes, the marks on your skin, or the way your big tits didn’t look perfect on your body, but he seemed to not care, even liking it, guiding his mouth to your nipples again and looking into your eyes when he left soft pecks over them.

‘’You’re going to cum for me, right?’’ he murmured when you started to clench over him.

‘’I-I don’t know’’ you cried, never having an orgasm with your partners before, you didn’t know if that was an orgasm, or what the hell was it.

‘’You’re going to’’ he didn’t ask, ‘’and it’s because of my fingers, so good’’ he pushed his fingers faster and harder, stretching your panties with how brutal he was.

You couldn’t maintain your position and dropped over your back, crying with your walls pulsating around him.

‘’That’s it, so fucking good, my good girl’’ he said still moving his fingers.

You tried to push his hand away, eyes rolling to the back of your head and tears falling down your cheeks of overstimulation, and he stopped when you left a singular loud cry out, but only to take off your messed underwear and toss the towel wrapping his hips.

He let you take a second to breathe properly again, and pushing up your legs, he made you show him your glossy cunt, lips open and ready for him.

He couldn’t help it, it was all shiny and pretty, he had to taste it a little bit, and sinking to his knees over the floor, he pulled your body to the border of the bed, mouth going directly to your pussy.

Drinking your orgasm, the slurping sound was so nasty you had to put your hands over your face, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

‘’That’s too much’’ you tried to stop him, but he, mouth still stuck to your entrance, and nose poking at your clit, denied with his head, smearing your arousal over his face.

‘’You have no idea all the things I want to do to you’’ he replied, pushing his thumb to your opening, and pressing his tongue over your clit this time.

You cried, hands going to his wet hair and trying to pull him away, but he was stronger than you, and you never had a chance to stop him.

You couldn’t fight him, so you wanted to finish quickly instead, hips jolting to feel him more and grasp that sweet second orgasm you felt coming.

About to call his name, he separated and said something before going back to his work.

‘’Lee Tang’’ he said, and that was enough for you to know what he meant.

That was his name, not Gyeong-su, but Lee Tang, and you thought, that fits him a lot more.

‘’Lee… Tang’’ you said as you could, and then the only thing that came out of your mouth was a ton of Tang, Tang, repeating proudly his real name.

You were so close that you could feel your toes curling, walls ready to let your orgasm free and relax again, and your back was curving, your body needing to cum once again because of him.

But he was so cruel.

He stopped, and getting up his knees, he thumbed your clit, flicking the little button a couple of times before he slid his dick between your lips, making you feel his length resting over you.

‘’Please, I’m so close, please’’ you saw the light of your room above him, watching his dark eyes examine you, searching for another answer in your eyes.

You left a disappointed cry when he, instead of touching, walked away to grab his jacket hung next to yours, and sitting, you saw him pull a little box from his pocket.

So that’s why he made me wait for him outside, you thought, he didn’t want you to see what he was buying.

Opening the film package, you saw him sliding the condom over his member with experience, walking back at you and showing you how it looked, slightly jumping over the air, standing hard and thick, and pushing you to your back again, he pressed his tip on your entrance, making you clench over it, and nodded to your past pleading. ‘’You deserve it’’ he said before pushing his member inside.

He didn’t let you adjust, but you didn’t need it, you just wanted him to keep moving, and soon that soft pace wasn’t enough for you.

‘’Fuck’’ you couldn’t hold the curses in your throat.

It felt so good, the weight of his member inside, pushing the limits of your walls, taking what he wanted from you, it was so good your hands searched for something of him to grip, finding his hands over your hips to maintain you in your place for him.

‘’Tang, so good, please make me cum’’ you cried.

One of his hands interlocked with yours, helping you find comfort between all the intense sensations your insides were feeling.

You looked so good under him, your chubby torse facing him, showing him everything he wanted to see, and your thighs jiggling with each of his thrusts.

You were close, and so was he, but he needed something more, a little thing that had been wandering inside his mind since he started to see you differently.

‘’Can you turn for me?’’ he asked, needing to see your pretty ass taking him.

Not answering, you immediately crawled further in your bed, and searching for your pillow, you hugged it, pressing your face to your bedsheets and showing him your ass without any ounce of shame left.

‘’Fuck me’’ you begged again, opening your lips with your fingers and showing him your entrance gaping around nothing, ‘’Tang, please fuck me.’’

His breath stopped, he had never seen something that bold and hot before, and he admired your needy side calling for him to calm you.

Going to you, he pushed his entire length inside, bottoming out and pushing it inside in a single thrust to see your gorgeous back and thick thighs trembling with his cock.

You were crying and hugging your pillow, shoulders becoming smaller and one of your hands on your back searching for his to hold it again.

Lee Tang, not daring to ignore you, his good girl, like that, held your hand.

‘’You’re the one who wanted me to fuck you, and now you can’t take it?’’ he teased, not liking how much he was spoiling you.

‘’No, I can take it, please don’t stop’’ you implored, feeling his hard and fast thrusts pushing your sanity away.

He didn’t care how weak he was to you, feeling your walls wrapping around him like that was like nothing he had felt before, watching the curves of your waist interrupted with your little fat rolls, your ass bouncing against his pelvis with his strength, taking his cock like a gift, and your hand not letting him go even with how hard he was being with you, was everything he ever needed.

Hearing your sweet moans and cries all out when you came, with your sweet walls fluttering around him, pushed the last string inside him, and he pressed his cock inside you to let everything out in the condom.

‘’Tang-‘’ you gripped his hand harder.

‘’Yes baby, I’m cumming’’ he exhaled, letting all inside you.

 ‘’Okay’’ you said happy.

He wished he could stay connected to you forever, but he couldn’t, and he had to pull out of you to make sure the condom, and you, were alright.

Going to the bathroom to toss it in the trash, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, not recognizing himself with how relaxed he looked.

Tense all the time, he saw his eyes drowsy, ready to rest the whole night.

You, lying on your side to catch your breath, hoped that he could at least spend this night with you, his last night there, but maybe that was too much to ask.

When he came you didn’t look at him, and he simply accommodated behind you, spooning you with a hand over your tummy, letting his hand land there, and sighed.

‘’Let’s get inside the covers, the night is cold’’ he murmured, and you followed his request.

Under your bedsheets, a lot warmer thanks to the fabric and his skin, your mind started to drift away, so you looked at him one last time before falling asleep, closing your eyes when he left a last kiss over your lips.

When you woke up you were alone, feeling incredibly sore, and sad.

You stood up to drink a glass of water, not thinking much about how lonely you felt, concentrating on what would you do later that day to fill your head.

Would you be able to stay? You doubted it, you had too many memories here, and maybe the driver was right, all of you would leave one day.

You were about to go back to bed when you saw a little note next to your electric kettle.

I’ll come back in three weeks was written, and you closed your eyes, happy to not be abandoned again.

You had to stay so he could find you, that was your home now.

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I AM SO SINFUL Y'ALL.

ok so I was rewatching the scene where Hyunsu is held captive from season 2, and I'm like...??????????? I HAVE AN IDEA

filth beneath the cut yall. You have been warned, I am wild.

So what if y/n was a scientist sent to do some tests on Hyunsu? And she's like WOAH this test subject is hot...I sort of want to test other things on him...??? Like mean, mad scientist girl gets obsessed with half human Cha Hyunsu and pretend he escapes sooner like bc y/n says she'll get him out of there if he passes all her tests...🤭 and the tests are like can monsters still ejaculate? Can he keep going bc of his healing ability? 💀 Wait what if he's totally chained up and she just uses him for whatever? Lets not forget how hes totally naked and looks GORGEOUS even covered in blood. DAT ASS TOO!!! HOW GOOD IS HIS MONSTER IN BED????? Is he able to fuck her with that wing- too far? Ok. 😩😩😩😩 And how Hyunsu secretly is attracted to y/n too, and actually wants to be used? Like he hasn't had a good fuck in ages cuz I mean 💀 he's been having a lot of other problems like being a monster etc and is like hell yeah I'm shameless but whatever imma yeet tf outta here.

I am so sorry. I am a messed up person. I wanna write a Hyunsu x Scientist!Reader where this happens and then they actually escape...and then have a little quiet peaceful life together (apart from nights they gon be wild).🤣

#sweet home imagine #sweet home x reader #sweet home smut #sweet home #hyunsoo #cha hyunsoo #hyunsu #hyunsu x reader #cha hyunsu #hyunsoo x reader #song kang #kdrama x reader #kdrama imagine #kdrama smut #kdrama #imagine #x reader #smut #dom!reader #sub!character

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Unexpected Love (Ha Do-yeong & Jeon Jae-jun)

pairings: Ha Do-yeong x Fem!Reader, Jeon Jae-jun x Fem!Reader.

word count: 1.904

genre: fluffy, smut.

summary: In unusual situations, love can arise.

warnings: shy Do-yeong, drinking, kissing, grinding, blowjob, cum on face, annoying Jae-jun (start), swearing, groping, riding, shy reader running away from Jae-jun, romantic Jae-jun (?).

a/n: hey guys, I'm placing orders now... I had no internet these days, so I'm late! patience sweethearts 😭🤲🏻

request: yes, I just forgot to reply 😭

Ha Do-yeong

★ Do-yeong saw you for the first time at a business meeting, you were a partner in one of the companies that wanted to partner with his company. You looked stunning in a tight knee-length skirt, a gray blazer and a white blouse, simple but in Ha's eyes it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He was so shy with her presence that he had to gather strength to talk to her about the company, her sweet and gentle voice made the hairs on his skin stand up and his heart beat faster in his chest.

★ After several formal meetings between business partners, he asked you out, you smiled at how he seemed nervous and was denying that he wanted to take advantage of you, that he wasn't that kind of man. He said he would pick him up at home and he did, wearing one of his expensive suits, he stopped in front of his house; Do-yeong went out to open the door for you and when he saw you leaving his house in a long dress that perfectly hugged your body, his jaw dropped to the floor, struck by your beauty, if you were already beautiful at work, imagine casually. He opened the car door so nervous that his hands were sweating, him praising how you were doing, the drive to the restaurant was him trying to stop praising you with every word that came out of your mouth as you giggled softly at his cuteness.

★ Dinner was something magical, the restaurant was so elegant and luxurious, there were candles on the tables in the room, music softly playing in the background, orders were made while you talked about your personal lives and ended up talking about work. The minutes you spent together, full of laughter and compliments, all very polite and romantic, you realized that there was something about him that attracted you, you liked him and his gentlemanly way.

★ He took her to a more private area of the restaurant, where there was a deck, the moonlight shining along with some candles, comfortable armchairs, couples hugging each other because of the cold while holding a glass of wine. Do-yeong ordered two glasses, standing up next to you in one of the armchairs and saying that he loved meeting you, how brilliant you are and an excellent worker.

★ With the arrival of the wine, he felt really shy, becoming more smiling and flirtatious, he noticed that you were starting to shrink, he took off his own blaze and placed it on your shoulders to keep you warm. In a moment, your eyes met, smiles on your faces, your hearts beating in sets, warm and excited, then, you separated the distance between you, kissing his lips, him feeling your soft and plump lips on his, a kiss calm and passionate, followed by several other kisses.

★ He quickly paid the bill and took it home, his hand on your thigh as he drove. When they arrived in front of your house, you pulled him inside and started kissing, this time being more hot and needy, you looked into his eyes to see if he wanted that too, when he gave the green flag, devouring him. You became so fierce, maybe it was because of the glasses of wine you drank. He almost died when you took off your dress and threw it away, just stripping down to your lingerie and sitting on his lap, your eyes on his and saying, "I know I'm not that kind of person, just like you, but you're so sweet that I need it. You seem so right." you whimpered into his ear.

★ You started rubbing against him, so softly. Some murmurs came out of his mouth as she kissed him and his hands wandered around his waist. He kisses down her neck and his hands go to her breasts to massage, pressing them against her bra. Your hands unbuttoning his shirt, reaching his belt buckle, you got up from him and knelt in front of him, pulling down his pants, so submissive to him, his thick and big cock, barely closed in your hand, you almost worried if would fit you. You licked his glans, which expelled pre-semen, making him moan, licking the length to his balls, leaving no part unattended.

★ Your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and swallowed it, putting it down your throat and taking it out, his head moving up and down, him murmuring how good you were doing, he grabbed a handful of your hair, starting to pump it into your mouth from behind of your pleasure, when his hips stuttered and you took him out of your mouth, cupping the valley of your soft breasts and stimulating him again until he released jets of cum covering your breasts and your chin.

★ He mumbled something watching you lick your chin until he got up and climbed onto you making you let out a little scream, lying on your back on the soft sofa, without delay, stuffing your insides and starting to pound you, your moans being music to his ears , begging him to go faster as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails hurting his shoulders and back. The sound of their skin slapping together, their sweaty bodies, sloppy kisses, their stained skin, panting and needing an orgasm.

★ He pounded into you more, feeling on edge as he shed a few tears as he moaned that he was close. You came in a strong orgasm, screaming loudly as you arched his back, pressing your chest to his, he hit it a few more times until he withdrew and came on your thigh. Silence filled the place, as he looked at you, brushing a few strands of hair off your sweaty face and gave you a gentle smile, saying: "I never imagined you would do something like that. You are unreal.", leaving you shy as you hid the face on his neck and he laughed in his own way.

Jeon Jae-jun

★ When you met Jae-jun, you found him irritating and presumptuous, thinking that the world revolved around him and he could have everything he had whenever he wanted. But you wouldn't say that, because he was his boss. The way he treated his employees was that of an arrogant and annoying boss, you and the others always had to swallow the complaints coming from Jeon in silence.

★ He wasn't the sweetest person in the world, but I must admit that he was handsome and seductive, it depended on what he was using that charm for, he was actually nice. Good, kind. One night, it was raining a lot and you were the only one there to close the store, there was no way to go with the storm on the other side of the window, it was heavy rain.

★ His eyes were looking outside when suddenly his boss came out of the "fitting room", upon seeing you he turned off his phone and put it away. "What the fuck, this all of a sudden!" He complained seeing that he couldn't get out of there so soon. "Are you still here? Oh, why?" Jeon addressed you. "I was closing the store, I didn't know you were there." She answered his question shyly.

★ He mumbled a few more things, walking side to side, until everything went dark. The light went away with the storm, of course; Bad place and time for this. "What the hell- We pay the power bill this month?" He asked again, receiving a nod. He took off his blazer with the heat that was starting to form, you swallowed hard seeing his muscular body, quickly looking away.

★ He sat next to you, his cell phone went dead and if he walked a little further it would ring louder. The silence was occupied by the sound of rain outside, not knowing what to do, nervous. You always denied that you had a crush on your boss, even if he was a scumbag, he was hot. Jae-jun looked at you, taking in your features and realizing how beautiful you were, his eyes traveling down the side of your face to your breasts trapped in your work blazer. "You're pretty, wow." He praised without thinking and you gasped. "What?" You asked and when you went to turn around, you felt his lips on yours.

★ He held the back of your head, kissing your lips in a rough, therefore delicate, way. At first, hesitant until you reciprocate. Just pulling away when he was out of breath, seeing his bruised lips, starting to kiss down, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his neck, unbuttoning his blazer and throwing it in some corner of the floor. So confused and excited that your shaking hands didn't know what to do, what were you doing? His hands quickly moving up to take off their clothes.

★ You barely remember how you got to the dressing room, sitting on your boss's dick while he said dirty things in your ears, fucking your brains out until your brains were mush. The rain falling heavily, the heat of the room and their bodies feeling as if they were on fire from the lack of light, their sweaty, thrashing bodies causing sounds that filled the room, their stained necks, messy hair, dizzy with pleasure and eager to reach its peak.

★ "Fuck! I never thought your pussy would be so good to fuck. I should have done it sooner Y/N, you're so hot." He said thrusting his hips into you, moaning together and kissing your lips in a way that made your hearts catch fire. Why is he saying these things? You thought, he wasn't that kind of person, but you weren't caring at the moment, feeling her dick kiss your cervix, making you moan louder. Both tired and overwhelmed, reaching their limits, so sensitive and weak, their bodies becoming limp until they lay down straight on the couch.

★ In the following days, you didn't speak to each other, you barely looked into his eyes, out of shame and shyness, you had sex with your boss, at the place you work, you just wanted to get into the ground even more because you couldn't get him out of own head. Intrusive thoughts causing excitement as he worked, flash of him fucking you in every position imaginable, abusing and filling your pussy perfectly with his thick, robust cock. When he would appear when you had these thoughts, making you blush and dizzy, always finding a way to escape.

★ Until one day, he cornered you. "Why are you running away from me?", quickly responding saying that he wasn't and that he was just doing his job, until an: "Um… Are you still thinking about me fucking your pussy?", his head shaking negatively, completely flushed and embarrassed. "It's okay. I hope you are, because I haven't stopped thinking about you since that day." Jae-jun whispered until he kissed you in a different, passionate and unusual way, your heart melting in your chest until he pulled away and smiled. "Tomorrow, at 8pm. I'll pick you up at your house, wear your best clothes." he said before kissing your lips again and leaving, leaving a red and confused you, almost bursting with happiness.

#👻 gh0st headcanons ! #fluffy #smut #the glory #kdrama #kdrama fic #kdrama smut #ha do yeong #ha doyeong x reader #jeon jae jun #jeon jaejun x reader

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

☾ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ☽

Hi :3 this is the event I've been eagerly waiting to announce 🙈

Firstly I'd like to start off by saying, thanks to all of you for loving this blog and supporting me all this while^^

I will try my best to answer all of your requests for this event! And with that the rules for requesting for requesting and the prompts will be given below!

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ/ᴋɪɴᴋꜱ

"Who would guess you would turn out to be such a filthy slut?" - Degradation

"Crawl for me" - Pet play

"How many rounds do you think you can go before you turn into a whiny mess" - Overstimulation

"You wouldn't run your mouth like this when I egde you till you're digging your nails into the sheets and begging me like a bitch in heat." - Edging

"Be a good girl and bend over for daddy." - Daddy kink

"Stay still while I fuck your thighs nice and good, Hm?" - Thighfucking

"Don't you just love the marks I leave on your face?" - Face slapping

"Let's see if this throat of yours is as tight as your cunt" - Throatfucking

"Love the way your pretty neck fits right in between my fingers" - Choking

"My belt or my hand? Either way your ass is going to be bruised by the end of the night." - Spanking

"Your tears make me want to fuck you harder till all you can do is shed those pretty tears for me." - Dacryphilia

"I don't think ___ would mind a little show" - Voyeurism

"The more you beg for me to go faster, the slower I move to torture you." - Teasing

ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ

"All I wanted was for you to hold me, was that so selfish of me?"

"Everyday I wish – for me to be the one holding you like that"

"Is it too late for me to realise that I'm losing you? Or have I lost you already?"

"I wish I held you while you were still here, so that I could tell you how much I still loved you before you left the world"

"Your words are just pretty decorations for your actions that clearly show I was never the one for you."

"If only you'd understand, it wasn't just a game for me"

"I hope you're never as happy with her/him as you were with me."

"Did you ever care?"

"It's like you never knew me at all."

"All I wanted was for you to stay here with me."

ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ

"My clothes look better on you"

"Kisses with you feel like I just visited heaven"

"If I could, I would hold your hand for every second of my life"

"I wanna spend every night of my life with you"

"I'll never let you go"

"You make me so fucking proud, darling."

"I can't wait to meet you so I can shower you with my kisses and have you back in my arms"

"Being yours has never felt so ethereal than right now"

"A day without you?" *shudders at the thought*

"You wanna talk about your day while I give you a massage?"

Rules for requesting:

Please Mention which genre you're choosing the prompt from before requesting. Ex: #2 from Smut

The groups I will be writing for are ATEEZ, Seventeen and NCT. And the actors I will currently be taking requests for are: Cha Woomin - Song Kang - Kwak Dongyeon - Lee Soohyuk - Byeon Wooseok.

For the Smut Genre: You can mention any kinks which you'd like along with it or any kinks that you will be uncomfortable with (since I will be adding kinks of my own)

Every drabble will be at the minimum word count of 600

I will try to answer as many as requests as possible, please don't feel disheartened if I haven't answered yours.

If you have other prompt (/kinks) requests or a certain trope that you'd like (for any genre) which is not mentioned in the list above – feel free to send it in lovely <3

I will try to post atleast two requests a day (if not more) till the event closes!

If you'd like to be tagged in the event, please comment under this post ^^

#ateez #ateez smut #svt #svt smut #nct #nct smut #cha woomin #cha woomin smut #ko kyungjun #song kang #song kang smut #lee soo hyuk #lee soohyuk smut #byeon woo seok #kwak dong yeon #kdrama #kdrama smut #smut event #ateez x reader #svt x reader #nct x reader #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #svt imagines #svt drabbles #nct imagines #nct drabbles

[femmad]

"Don't look at me like that"

Lee Eun-hyuk x reader.

Warning: +18. Mature content below, I am not responsible for any discomfort, I already gave a warning. Unedited. English is not my language, if there are errors, excuse me.

- I need you to help me undress - I murmur softly walking down the empty hallway.

- Okay - Eun-hyuk gently pushes me into the bathroom, then locks the door while I clean my hands with some water. When we are both in the area used for showering, he begins his task. He kneels in front of me, making me look at the wall to suppress my nerves and avoid doing something embarrassing. First, he frees me from my shoes and stockings. I feel his fingers on my skin, causing tickles to follow them wherever they go. He gets up and helps me unbutton some buttons on my shirt, I feel his rough hands run over my skin as he takes the hem of the shirt to take it off, leaving my breasts exposed, which he does slowly, his eyes remaining fixed on mine.

I look at his face with adoration, Eun-hyuk is always worried about everyone and tries to do the best, many don't understand him but I know he wants us all to be safe. My heart swells because of how it is - Do I have something on my face? - he asks amused.

I look down, embarrassed for having stared at him like a fool. Seeing no movement from the man in front of me, I look up only to find him looking at me with love in his eyes. I smile at his beautiful look. I use both hands to carefully bring his face closer to mine, making him bend down to reach my height, he gently joins our lips, his hands find my waist, he walks closer, making me step back.

As always, he dominates the kiss, making me gasp for his rough treatment, leaving bites on my lips - Eun-hyuk, please - his hands slide down my belly and unbutton my pants, his lips devour mine, leaving my brain without thoughts, only pleasure. from his lips. His hand slides through my panties, he wastes no time using his middle finger to start rubbing my clit, I gasp into his lips as I push my legs together, I squeeze his shirt between my fingers and push my chest towards him.

- You're so wet for me, I could easily slide - he grabs my neck, pushing my head back, I watch him with tears in my eyes, feeling him insert two fingers into my pussy, I frown at the stretch.

- You have to prepare me - I gasp taking the wrist that cups my neck, my words come out slurred, his fingers move faster - I've never done that - the pleasure I feel makes my eyebrows arch upwards.

- But you couldn't stop me - he murmurs with lowered eyes, his hand tightens a little but still allows me to breathe - You couldn't stop me from taking you however I want - he tilts his head to the side, his gaze is strange as if he were somewhere else. - You like that, don't you? - he asks with a malicious smile as he feels my walls tighten - You're a whore.

- Eun-hyuk... - I gasp his name as I feel a third finger opening me. He brings our lips together in a hard kiss, I sob, feeling like an orgasm comes quickly to me - I-i'm...

He stops his movements and pushes me towards the wall, turning me over so that my cheek is pressed against it. His rough hands lower my pants along with my panties, he opens my legs and I listen to how he unbuttons his pants before I feel how he hits his hand against my butt, I moan feeling the burning which he calms by gently touching, I turn my face a little and look at him wrong - Don't look at me like that, you haven't received your punishment yet.

The hand that was on my cheek approaches my pussy, collects the moisture there rubbing everywhere making a mess, I hear him pump himself before feeling his tip caressing my folds soaking his cock and then pushes the tip into my little hole , making me moan from the burning - It hurts Hyuk.....

- You can handle it, be a good girl - his fingers venture to caress my clit making me relax a little but his large girth makes it difficult - That's it. Relax for me, love - his breath hits my neck and his chest presses against my back. He pushes gently trying not to hurt me, I bite my lips trying not to complain about the burning, his movements on my button become rougher making me shudder from the contrast of pleasure. When he finishes inserting his cock he begins to hit it gently, his hand leaves my pussy to join the other on my hip. I feel the pleasure running through me with his soft blows but I want more, I want him to be hard with me.

- H-harder - I gasp as chills attack my body, leaving it with goosebumps. He stops his movements for a moment and takes out his cock, moves away from me and pushes my back, making it arch, revealing my swollen and shiny pussy with my juices.

- A pretty, pretty pussy, right? - Confused, I turned my head but before I could ask, he thrusts his cock in suddenly, making a scream come out of my lips. His thrusts become abrupt and I can't do anything but moan with each blow. His hand grabs my hair and pulls it back, I look up meeting his eyes - You should be quiet, you don't want anyone else to find out that you're a whore, right? - he asks with false concern and a mocking pout forms on his lips as he sees how some tears slip from my eyes.

His free hand slides in and rubs my sensitive spot in quick movements making a sob escape my mouth, I try to lower my head but Eun-hyuk pulls my hair making me keep it up - Are you going to cum yet? So fast? - a cruel laugh leaves his lips.

I moan as my abused pussy spasms around his big cock - Eun-hyuk I'm going to.....

- Come pretty girl, make sure to put on a show - his fingers hit my pussy a couple of times making me grab his wrist trying to stop the painful pleasure forced by his slaps, the sounds of wet skin colliding can be heard throughout the room. The hand that was holding my hair goes down to my mouth, covering it to prevent more sounds from escaping.

The strong pleasure that runs through my entire body reveals the strong orgasm that leaves my eyes blank, I let out loud muffled moans almost like crying sounds and a puddle of semen between my trembling legs. Unfinished Eun-hyuk still holds my limp body, using my pussy like a sleeve, his loud grunts falling into my ear, feeling my pussy swollen and sensitive from my recent orgasm makes me try to beg him to stop but his hand hasn't moved from my mouth. His thrusts begin to lose pace and he just rubs against me, I gasp feeling how he cums filling me with his semen - That's it, that's my girl - he says between agitated breaths feeling how my pussy absorbs him not wanting to let anything escape, he lets go of my mouth to surround my body with his big arms in a warm embrace.

Our agitated breathing synchronizes until we calm them down - I have to clean myself - I whisper, not wanting to separate from his embrace but my thighs are uncomfortably sticky.

- Okay, wait - he comes out of my pussy, leaving us both with a moan and a shiver, he adjusts his glasses and closes his pants, then he takes off his shirt and places it on top of me without buttoning it, it's so big that it almost reaches to my knees.

- What are you doing? - I ask, confused, still with my panties and pants below my knees.

- Come out so she can clean herself - Eun-hyuk says loudly. Confused, I tilt my head slightly away from his arm to look at where he is looking and notice the door of a cubicle half open, it slowly opens completely showing a nervous Hyunsu with a completely red face and his eyes fixed on the floor. Quickly my cheeks compete with his and I press against Eun-hyuk's back trying to hide, although it doesn't help because it's obvious that he saw everything - Did you like the show?

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#sweet home #kdrama smut #kdrama x reader #song kang #cha hyun su x reader #cha hyun soo #cha hyunsu #lee eun hyuk smut #lee eun hyuk x reader #lee eun hyuk

[writeformesinpie]

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.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this content! If you did, please consider liking, commenting, reblogging and/or following, and check out my masterlist for similar content. Have a great day!

#lee dong wook #strangers from hell #seo moonjo x reader #kdrama smut #lee dong wook smut #strangers from hell fanfic #lee dong wook x reader #seo moonjo smut #seo moon jo #strangers from hell x reader #kdrama x reader #yandere seo moonjo #x female reader #kdrama #hell is other people #seo moonjo imagines #seo moonjo fanfic #writeformesinpie

[jeon-ify]

Hii! Can I request a dom!park hyungsik smut with the prompts 10, 13 and 16 from your recent post? Tysm 😭💕 you're doing so well frr🫶🏻

a/n: hi!! of course you can!! and thank you so much! 🩷 i hope it’s not terrible because i have no idea who this man is, so i hope i did enough research to make this kinda seem right. hope you have fun with this one pretty!!

warnings: ?? idk just smut

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10. “you act so high and mighty, wonder what they’d think when they see you on your knees half naked for me”

13. “hands behind your back”

16. “stop fucking crying”

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mdni.

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extra slippers - park hyungsik

“taehyung, can i borrow a pair of your slippers? hyungsik doesn’t have any comfortable ones.” you ask him. your boyfriend had the most uncomfortable slippers. his feet were too big (or at least bigger than yours) and they’d slide or fall off everytime you walk up the stairs.

you ask taehyung for the extra pair he left in his closet, “yeah, gimme a second. why don’t you ask your boyfriend for some, though?” he questions. he knows this would make hyungsik upset, considering how possessive he is over you.

you laugh, your hand lightly hitting taehyung’s shoulder, as he nervously laughs with you at the scene that just took place. “yeah, he has some but they’re uncomfortable. they don’t fit good.” you smile. you let out a breathily laugh and taehyung walks over to grab his pair of slippers. as he walks to his room upstairs, you hear your boyfriend coming down the stairs, his face emotionless and cold, already scolding you for what just happened.

he heard you, he heard the way you laughed. he heard taehyung laughing with you and the way you held the conversation in a flirtatious manner. you turn around to face him, his lazy outfit bouncing as he makes his way down the stairs. he waits for taehyung to come down the stairs to give you the pair of slippers you so desperately wanted.

“where were you? was looking everywhere for you, baby.” he asks. you know he wasn’t looking for you, because you were right next to taehyung in the kitchen the entire time.

“i was asking tae for slippers, i don’t have an extra pair.” you manage to let out. you already feel him scolding you and him telling you you’re his to have and to never fuck around with his friends. you knew better than to flirt with anyone else, let alone touching and laughing up a storm with his friends— his best friend.

“that so? he’s upstairs, think you should go get the slippers yourself.” he walks over to you, his large figure hovering over you. you feel like being bratty and annoying today, so you try go upstairs and get tae’s slippers yourself, until hyungsik stops you by grabbing your throat and making you stand in front of him.

“you wanna fuck him, don’t you?” he sulks. you feel your thighs pressing together as he grasps harder at your throat, his eyes moving down to glare at your thighs. you don’t answer— instead, you moan and shake (try to) your head.

“when i’m talking, you fucking answer me, mm? do you think about my friends like a fucking whore?” his other hand movss to grab your hair and pull so your neck is exposed for him to lick a stripe up your throat to your lips.

“no— fuck, please.” you moan. you finally manage to get words out, but you can’t comprehend a thing you’re saying.

he lets you go completely when you both hear taehyung coming down the stairs. he walks over to you and places the slippers right by your feet.

“taehyung, go buy me a box of soju. the peach one please. i’ll cashapp you the money.” hyungsik asks. he’s trying to get rid of taehyung and he succeeds when tae starts his car and leaves. luckily, they only sell soju at the mart downtown about 20 minutes from your house.

hyungsik hears the door shut and turns to you in an instant. he slides his shirt off and throws his slippers off.

“take your fucking clothes off. don’t say a fucking word. you wanna act like a whore in front of my friends when i’m not around? i can only imagine how you’d act if i wasn’t home and i left the both of you here alone.” he watches you undress, taking all his power to not throw you onto the couch and just fucking rawdog you right then and there.

“we were just playing around, you kn-“ you try. you were cut off by your boyfriend slapping your cheek, as he watches you roll your eyes back in pleasure from him inflicting pain onto you.

“you don’t play around with my friends. you wanna fuck around so bad, leave me then. what would they think? what would people think when they see you spreading your legs for just anybody?” he questions. he’s taking his pants off while you’re on your knees. he grabs your hair, pulling you closer to just see how hard he is from talking down to you, how hard he is from you teasing and pissing him off.

you feel like you’re walking on eggshells right now. he does this— when you bother him, he either chooses to let you cum, or you don’t cum at all. right now, you really need to be careful.

“asked you a question, baby. you act so high and mighty. wonder what they’d think when they see you naked on your knees for me.

“they’d think i’m a whore.” you moan. you open your mouth as he pushes his cock into your mouth. he pushes your head down deeper until you feel him in your throat. he fucks into you deeper while you choke, saliva forming at the base of his cock. he groans as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his hand tightening its grip on your hair, the other hand holding onto your jaw to feel how deep he is in your throat. you hold onto his thighs for support, but he slaps your hands away.

“hands behind your back. i didn’t say you could touch me.” he stops his movements, pulling you upwards to stand up straight.

“was gonna let you cum today, but you just can’t fucking use your brain, can you? dumb slut,” he tsks. you want to apologize, but this would only get you in deeper.

“i’m sorry, daddy, please~” you moan. he walks you up the stairs, holding onto your wrist. you make it into his room, his eyes growing darker by the minute.

“you’re gonna take me, and you’re gonna let everyone know how good i fuck you.” he hovers over you, his hand grabbing your neck while the other strokes your tit. you moan in response, already almost cumming from the feeling of being used.

“okay, baby.” you whimper. you get into his favorite position, your legs on his shoulders as he lines his cock up to your entrance. he slaps his tip on your clit, making you scream in response. “so fucking sensitive, don’t even need to prep you.”

he enters you in one motion just from how wet you are. he holds onto your jeweled ankles, his fingers toying with the anklets he bought you for valentines. he embraces the smell of your legs as you’ve started to put perfume on your pressure points since he’s pointed it out to you. so, everytime he fucks you in this position, he smells your perfume on your ankles and knees.

“you know your safeword. use it if you need to.” he fucks you at a relentless pace, your titties bouncing with his harsh thrusts. he squeezes your thigh as he slaps the sides of your ass.

“my god! fuck fuck fuck baby please, you feel so good.” you moan. your hand moves down to toy with your clit, but hyungsik slaps pins your wrist down.

“yeah, fucking take my dick baby. take that shit. so fucking good.” he moans. his voice is so throaty, you could literally cum just from hearing how hot he just sounded. he’s not letting you touch him, nor is he letting you close your eyes.

“look at me, look at me while i fuck you stupid— fuuckkk” he moans, his eyes roll to the back of his head as he throws his head back in pleasure. your eyes start tearing as you’re frustrated with not being able to use your hands.

“please- please let me cum,” you cry. your legs shake as you squirt onto his cock. you moan and cry out, begging to release the knot in your stomach.

“stop fucking crying. you wanted me to fuck you. you’re so cock drunk, i could give you nothing and you’d still cum. cus you’re a fucking whore. that right?” he grabs your throat, your legs wrapping around his waist. he grips your jaw and forces your mouth open.

“open.” a drop of saliva lands onto your tongue as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. he’s fucking you at his quickest, a record possibly no one could beat.

“fuck! fuck please please let me cum, please” you’re begging like this is life or death. “cum. cream my dick baby. want you all over it.” he groans. he slows his pace as you feel him twitch inside of you.

“cum with me, let it go.” he groans, he stills his motions as you both reach your orgasms. he pulls out of you and stands up to walk over to the bathroom. he soaks a towel with warm water to clean you up.

“let this be a warning for the next time you decide to fuck with my friends.”

#park hyungsik #kpop smut #kpop #kpop aesthetic #kpop idol #idol #korean #for you #kdrama x reader #kdrama smut

[skullpie]

hihi it’s lorelei ✿ !!

i’m a writer, welcome to my x reader blog!

about me: she/him, bi, sideblog . . .

this blog !! ; asian dramas mostly, fem reader unless specified by request, smut heavy (sorry!)

requests are . . . OPEN !! ⇩

fandoms i write for . . .

meteor garden

daoming si

huaze lei

xi men

mei zuo

all of us are dead

cheongsan

suhyeok

junyeong

gyeongsu

namra

onjo

alice in borderland

chishiya

arisu

karube

tatta

banda

kuina

usagi

sweet home

hyunsu

eunhyuk

jisu

sangwook

uimyoung

jaeheon

in terms of smut . . .

no-no’s

scat, rape play, race play, piss, ddlg, non-con

anything else i don’t want to…

requests . . .

rules

i’m allowed to say no to anything i want!

pls be patient and kind.

i’m posting this fan content for free–you are not entitled to any of my fics. dont act like it.

fandoms (and characters) may fluctuate.

thanks . . . ! ❀꧂

#meteor garden #meteor garden x reader #all of us are dead #all of us are dead x reader #aouad #aouad x reader #aib #aib x reader #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #sweet home #sweet home x reader #x reader #kdrama #kdrama x reader #kdrama smut #meteor garden smut #aib smut #alice in borderland smut #aouad smut #all of us are dead smut #sweet home smut #sweet home kdrama smut #meteor garden imagines #aouad imagines #all of us are dead imagines #aib imagines #alice in borderland imagines #sweet home imagines #requests

[penny44224]

NAH

Ima need someone PLEASEEEEE make Cha Eunwoo smuts, fluff, something bc this gif 🧍🏾‍♀️😀👹😩🏃🏾‍♀️🗣️

#cha eunwoo #eunwoo #wonderful world kdrama #kpop #optional bias #kdrama smut #astro

[kmultismut]

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.

#kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #fanfic #kdrama #kdrama smut #kactor #lee dong wook #lee dongwook #lee dong wook smut #lee dongwook imagines #kdrama imagine

[bobaheadshark]

Geulimja

Pairing: GY OC x f!reader

Genre: Noir

Wordcount: 6.1k, oneshot

Rating: Explicit

Link: archiveofourown.org/works/47759977

“Does it bother you that I’m here to surveil you?”

“No. Does it bother you that I find you attractive?” you ask, ever one to up the ante.

He tilts his head, and reaches into his pocket. You watch him light up, dark lashes peering into huge hands, and he exhales a long line of smoke.

Neither of you says anything for a long while.

You could be a femme fatale. You could. That currency has been accessible to you since you grew breasts and hips. But in the eyes of the machismo underworld, rules with an iron fist and plied with false perfumed boudoir love, your options have always been binary. The women aren’t much better - you’d made that mistake of trusting someone once, and she’d made off with the last of your savings. That left you with a mistrust of strangers, financially destitute, and stuck in the clutches of the Group. Having a roof and a bed to sleep on while you pay it back is a cold comfort.

Alienation is something you’re used to. From the world, and yourself. It’s easier this way.

So you see this for what it is. A performance, and an opportunity. The fact that it’s with a dangerous and untrustworthy man is just icing on the cake.

His eyes are unreadable. If you squint, you can see the five o’clock shadow growing on his jaw. You try your luck.

“Oh, Detective. Aren’t you a sad, sad dog. Always sniffing around where you shouldn’t. One day, you might even get to be a real boy.”

“Will I?”

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#gong yoo x reader #reader insert fic #fanfic #one shot #kdrama smut #gong yoo imagines #x you smut #x female reader #gong yoo smut #gong yoo

[smuttykdrama]

[Hyunsu & Chanyoung as Subs ; SWEET HOME]

Hi, this is my first smut drabble and first post so please be kind! also note that i've only watched through sweet home once! i've just finished the second season lol. ><

Warnings: smut, sub!hyunsu & chanyoung, dom!reader, female!reader, masochism, only read if you're eighteen or above.

This is written with an older reader in mind, with hyunsu being 19, the reader being 29, and chanyoung being 25. Forgive my HUGE noona kink. 🥲 Even tho I'm only 22 lol.

Hyunsu

● Sub!Hyunsu, who only wants to please you, his noona, regardless of his own pleasure.

● Sub!Hyunsu who eats you out like you're a goddamn five course meal, savouring every part of you because you're his everything. The only light in his world.

● Sub!Hyunsu, who needs your praise like it's a drug. He's sadly very insecure, constantly worried that he's not doing well enough or that his body isn't good enough for you. You'd soon change those ridiculous thoughts of his.

● Sub!Hyunsu who is a sweet and caring boyfriend in the day, but a masochistic freak at night. You definitely take advantage of his healing abilities, allowing you to make Hyunsu's body your canvas. Scratches down his back, his front. Biting his chest, teasing him, and testing his pain tolerance.

● Sub!Hyunsu, who, after being in captivity and chained up, wants nothing more than to replace those memories with YOU. Tie him to the bedpost, put a hard metal collar around his neck. Anything to forget those painful times...and make new memories with you.

● Sub!Hyunsu who literally hate fucks you. Not because he's mad at you. But at himself. You know when he's depressed, because he shoves you onto the bed and buries his cock in your tight heat without warning. "Sorry, Noona...i really need you right now...i don't want to talk...i just need you."

● Sub! Hyunsu who gives you the best aftercare, even if he's the one who's all fucked out after a session. He'll even go out of his way to explore the city just to find a scented candle to light for you.

● Sub!Hyunsu who's monster wants you too, having felt just how satisfied Hyunsu was with you.

Chanyoung

● Sub!Chanyoung, who's a complete virgin when you first meet him, and he's unable to meet your gaze when you sleep together for the first time.

● Sub!Chanyoung who is so overstimulated the moment your pussy clenches around him that he doesn't know what to do with his hands other than clutch the pillow as you ride him.

● Sub!Chanyoung who loves being bossed around in bed, and being told what to do. Want him to fuck you like you're unbreakable? Got it. Want to finger him until hes a blushing mess beneath you? Done! He lives to be your living, breathing sex toy.

● Sub!Chanyoung who keeps his uniform on while he eats you out, having just come back from a mission outside the stadium, knowing about your soldier kink. He looks just so handsome in it, but oh so much prettier with it off.

● Sub!Chanyoung whos thighs and lower abdomen are the most sensitive parts of his body. The moment you start leaving hickeys on his thighs or tracing the lines of his abs, Chanyoung goes crazy. "Not there, jagiya...i'll go crazy."

● Sub!Chanyoung who kneels at your feet after a long day, practically begging to bed you, looking up at you with his puppy like eyes.

● Sub!Chanyoung who is so drunk on your kisses, that he could come in his pants from the mere sensation of your lips on his.

● Sub!Chanyoung who can't believe that even after the world went to shit, he still has you to look after him. He may be your protector, but really, you're the one who saved him.

[END]

(A/N): Wow first smut headcanons!! I am here totally for the Hyunsu switch & Chanyoung sub agenda. Please like and leave a comment/reblog if you liked ^^ Let me know what Sweet Home Hyunsu & Chanyoung reaction you'd like next! I currently only write for those 2 characters :)

#sweet home #sweet home imagine #sweet home x reader #chanyoung x reader #cha hyunsu #hyunsu x reader #sweet home smut #smut #x reader #dom!reader #sub!character #kdrama smut #kdrama imagine #kdrama x reader

[curi0us-gh0st]

Hi! May I please request dating headcanons (sfw and nsfw) for Choi Mujin and Gangjae (separately) with a female reader who is not in a gang but works as a office worker? Thank you ❤️

Love in the Office (Choi Mujin x Do Gangjae)

pairings: Choi Mujin x Fem!Reader!Secretary, Do Gangjae x Fem!Reader!Secretary

word count: 0.8k

genre: fluffy, smut

warnings: voyeurism, fuck in anger, protuberance, blowjob (let me know if something went unnoticed)

a/n: I know it took me a while, so I was without internet and had some delays, I'm writing the other requests, sorry for the delay!

Choi Mujin

★ When you walked into the office to be his secretary, you didn't know that he was a mobster who had been wanted for years, that's for sure.

★ You were so polite and kind to everyone in the company that some even felt bad about you working for them in such a violent industry.

★ Mujin was proud of how you decorated his favorite cafe, how he liked things and organized his appointment schedule.

★ He also felt a little jealous seeing some of your boys asking you out or singing you, of course, in those tight skirts you wore exposing your legs so wonderful and your blouses tight or almost transparent that there was no drool on your breasts.

★ When one day, after a fight, he arrived furious, hurt and frustrated, opening the doors violently and cursing God and the world. His eyes fell on her gentle and calm being sitting in his chair while delegating some activities, looking at him shocked by the sight of his injured boss, jumping to help him.

★ Mincing no words, he grabbed his face, kissing him fiercely, waiting for you to fight but you didn't, just melting into the kiss, blushing when he pulled away with a smug smile on his face. He didn't care about his security guard seeing them, just pushing you against the table to see under your skirt.

★ He pushed your chest against the table, lifting your skirt, revealing your pert ass and a stain on your panties, mocking him for not even touching you yet and you're wet for him; He runs his fingers over your panties, teasing you until you moan and ask for more.

★ He ripped your panties off, throwing them in some corner of your own office and taking his big, thick dick out, spraying pre cum, teasing your slobbery entrance until he completely shoved his dick inside you and pounded into you.

★ Him hitting you so deep, pulling your neck to rest against his chest so he could rip off your formal blouse and expose your breasts, pinching and pulling, until they were red and sensitive; Moving one of his hands down to his stomach, a small bulge could be seen in the area.

★ He kissed your neck and shoulders, marking you as his and his alone, making you squirt as he shot jets of cum inside you. In the end, you were destroyed by him, just being used to relieve your stress, there would be times when he would be romantic, but right now, that's not the case. ^^

Do Gangjae

★ We all know how Gangjae is, presumptuous, arrogant and envious. He knew he couldn't touch his boss's secretary, because she was his daughter and maybe whoever touched her would die as soon as she did, but for him, the limit is the sky.

★ He sang to you every time he saw you, asked you out and even gave you some gifts, which certainly made you a blushing and grateful mess.

★ He even left notes when he passed by her table, saying how hot and provocative she looked in those tight formal clothes.

★ When he had the opportunity to be alone with you, he liked to touch your shoulders, waist and chin, complimenting you, flirting and even asking you about what he was doing.

★ That was until he chased you while you were going to the file room, the tiny hallways full of shelves of company files and documents. You were startled when you saw him standing there when you were wanting to leave, a smile plastering his face before he kissed you, teasingly as he said, “I knew you were crazy about this, me too.”

★ He pinned you to one of the shelves, kissing you fiercely, licking your lips to enter with his tongue making you moan with the friction. He walked away, panting while smiling, making you kneel.

★ Caressing your pretty face, your teary eyes and red lips, as he unzipped your pants, making his dick pop out hitting your cheek, him laughing as he rubbed his dick against your lips, telling you to be a good girl and suck him.

★ So you did, opening your mouth and little by little swallowing his fat cock, your movements slow, your eyes watering, he sighs because your mouth is so hot and wet, imagine your pussy.

★ He grabbed your strands of hair, keeping your head still as he began pounding into your mouth, seeking your climax, moaning how much of a slut you were for giving him a blowjob, making your core clench into nothingness, you were so wet ..

★ He came in her mouth while moaning, spilling cum down her throat and leaking out the sides of her mouth, grabbing her chin to swallow it all and sticking out his tongue to prove it. He smiled, lifting you brutally from the floor and lifting your skirt, ripping your panties, you spent long hours in that file room and when you left, your father's security guard asked if you were okay because you were tripping while walking, little did he know that the boy your father hates the most fucked you mercilessly.

#👻 gh0st headcanons ! #fluffy #smut #kdrama #kdrama smut #my name #choi mujin #choi mujin x reader #do gangjae #do gangjae x reader

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 10

Knife kink - Ji Changwook

!dom Changwook

“Fuck,” You gasp, eyes widened in fear, “Shit… Wook.”

You are silenced with the cool metal pressed to your throat, not daring to make a move, not that you could while he holds you up against the wall with his full body strength. You are terrified of what he could do, but you put your full trust into him, satiating his desires as well as your own.

“Stay still, sweetheart,” He murmurs, “You don’t want to get hurt now, do you? I might slip.”

You barely breathe, head swimming as Changwook’s free hand traces down your chest, your bare skin unmarked so far, though you aren’t sure for how long.

His gaze is unwavering, leaving you feeling more vulnerable than ever, which in turn has you flushed, hot and ready for him to take you however he pleases.

“What if I fight?” You ask him, “What would you do to control me?”

It always fires him up when you ask questions, making him think of punishments drives him insane. It is your own way of telling him ‘do whatever you want to me’ without having to say it aloud, and he knows that.

“I don’t think I’d let you fight,” He growls, “I have a few things in mind to subdue you.”

You stifle a scream as he roughly turns you around so that you face the wall, pressing your face up to it, the knife now held against the back of your neck. This is far more dangerous, and you are far more turned on, whimpering at the feeling, your legs spreading apart without him even having to ask you.

“Take me,” You breathe, “Please, Wook… I’m yours.”

You can feel his cock, with his body pressed to yours, the tip rubs against the small of your back, and you stand up on your toes in an attempt to get him to come into you. You are enticing him, with every second more a painful anguish, the blade pressed hard enough that any false movement could cause trouble, you are sure that you are dripping for him, definitely ready.

“You really want this, don’t you?” He asks, bending slightly at the knees to give himself a better angle, “You love it when I make your heart race, you’re fucking crazy.”

The pain of him entering you is sharp, you are never adjusted even if he were to have prepared you, your nails scratch at the wall as he thrusts hard enough for your feet to leave the floor.

“Shit,” You cry, “Fuck yes, more, please.”

Changwook thrusts into you again, so hard that you swear your hips are going to bruise against the wall. You rest your head back against his chest, and he trails the knife along your neck with just enough pressure to leave a red line behind, but not enough to bleed.

“You’re doing so well,” He praises you, “I was really hoping I would break you tonight.”

You roll your eyes, but are quickly distracted by another moan as he hits a sweet spot inside you. He has been hellbent on getting you to drop your safeword lately, but has not succeeded yet, no matter how hard he takes you, it is never enough.

“Harder!” You whine, “Oh, fuck!”

He does exactly as you asked, fucking you harder than you were expecting, knocking the wind out of you and almost causing your head to fall forward, the knife piercing your skin just slightly, though this makes you moan even louder.

“Oh, you’re so fucking filthy,” He purrs, “Fuck, you’d let me fucking kill you if I wanted, wouldn’t you, slut?”

You leave scratch marks in the paint on the wall, gasping for air as he thrusts into you over and over, nodding furiously in agreement with him. All you are and all you want to be is his to use and take from, it gives you immeasurable pleasure to be fucked like the whore that he makes you out to be.

“Fuck,” You stutter, “All yours, fuck… I’m so close.”

Reminding him that you are his own is all that it takes for him to fuck you right up to your peak. Your body shakes as you tip over the edge, clenching to him while he fucks you through it. You aren’t sure at what point he climaxes too, but you hear the clatter of the blade as he drops it to the floor, his hand taking position around your throat to choke you while he fills you up, keeping you steady until he has nothing left to give.

“You’re too good to me,” He murmurs, kissing up the side of your neck as he catches his breath, “All mine.”

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Lee Eun-hyuk

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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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