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riboism · 2 years ago

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the beguiled

pairing: inkeeper! p.sh x married! f. reader

blurb: As a last attempt to save your marriage, you and your husband take a short vacation to a secluded lake house. But what happens when the owner of the bed and breakfast derails your plans?

genre: smut, angst, infidelity, mentions of alcohol, f. reader x husband! kim hongjoong, reader x park seonghwa, cheater!reader, husband!hongjoong, inkeeper!seonghwa

wc: 5.9k

This week wasn’t at all what you imagined it to be. You pictured being in a nice Airbnb that overlooked the snowy mountains of Aspen. You loved cold, brutal winters, as they gave you an excuse to cozy up by the fire with your husband. You imagined laying your head against his chest while he draped a blanket over you and told you stories about his childhood. He’d quiet his voice like he was whispering something that he didn’t want anyone other than you to hear, even though it was just the two of you alone in the room. You loved when he did that. The softness of his tone and the warmth from being in his arms would lull you to sleep, and he’d chuckle softly when he looked down and saw you drooling all over the new sweater you got for him. But you weren’t in Aspen. And you weren’t drifting off to sleep in your husband’s arms. You were in a secluded lakehouse in the middle of a humid forest, ass up and face down on a creaky mattress while your husband drilled into you from behind.

It was the first time in months that he touched you. You weren’t enjoying it- not at first, at least. He fucked you like it was an obligation. Hongjoong knew you were upset with him, and unfortunately, there weren’t any jewelry stores nearby for him to go buy you a “Sorry for being a shitty husband and ruining our vacation” gift. So when you came upstairs after dinner, Hongjoong gave in to your displeased look and decided to make amends in a way he thought would help you forget about the whole thing. And you let him.

You were immune to him. Honestly, he was the last thing on your mind right now. Even with him gripping your hips and groaning as he plunged into you like this, all you could think about was Mr. Park. The Innkeeper, Mr. Park.

At first, his presence irked you. The whole point of this vacation was to get some alone time with Hongjoong and rekindle whatever sparks were left in your marriage. But how could you do that with this random stranger hovering over you two all day? You had to enjoy dinner with him every night, and it didn’t help that he slept right downstairs. But then, your husband’s work phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and he started to flake from your lakeside plans to go and handle his “emergency work stuff” in your rooms. You couldn’t believe that he brought his work to your vacation. At first, you blamed the promotion for your current marital crisis. But after the past few days, you started to see that the decline was caused by you, not his job. You weren’t exciting anymore, well not as exciting as his job, so when it came down to it, Hongjoong would rather attend a four-hour-long meeting than go to a picnic with his wife.

You knew he wasn’t enjoying it either. Well, he was enjoying getting his dick wet as any man would, but he didn’t see it as making love to his wife. He didn’t see you at all, and you didn’t see him either. The most intimate act wasn’t intimate anymore because both of you had someone else in your mind at the moment. Him, he was probably thinking about the end-of-the-year bonus, or maybe that scantily clad secretary at his work. Since when were push-up bras and deep v-necks office-appropriate attire? You never brought it up to him, but it bothered you that she got to see your husband more than you did.

But you weren’t any better. Since Hongjoong was absent most of the time, Mr. Park took it upon himself to keep you company. It was innocent at first. You helped him out in the kitchen from time to time, and after lunch, you two would walk under the never-ending green canopies and talk about anything and everything. And yes, you did develop a small crush on him, who wouldn’t? He looked like he was carved out of marble by Michaelangelo himself- perfect brows, plush and full lips, shiny black hair, and that voice. Velvety and smooth with a slight thickness that made you squeeze your thighs together whenever he called your name. It was just a harmless crush. Married women can have crushes, can’t they?

Then something happened at dinner tonight. You were upset. You had spent most of the day in the kitchen with Mr. Park preparing Hongjoong’s favorite dish for dinner. Only after setting the table, did you get a text from your dear husband saying that his meeting was running late and that, “you guys should just start without me.” So yeah, you were upset. Reasonably upset. And a little drunk because you drank more Pinot Noir than you can handle. And Mr. Park, like any nice host, comforted you while you ranted about your dying marriage and how badly you wished you never walked down that aisle.

It felt nice to have someone by your side and holding your hand while you quieted your sobs. Just his presence alone put you at ease. He said he knew how it felt to be lonely. He said a lot of sweet things that you couldn’t remember. Honestly, everything leading up to it was a blur, but the one thing you couldn’t get out of your head right now was when his hand moved to your bare thigh.

“You deserve to be ravished” was all he said before he leaned in. You were shocked at first, but you didn’t pull away. His lips were intoxicating, and you were desperate to have more of him. He worked his hand up your thigh, and you automatically spread your legs apart to make it easier for him. You could feel him smile into your lips at the impulse, and he didn’t hesitate to cup your clothed heat. He swallowed up all your moans and palmed over your wet panties with his skilled hand, his thumb flicking over your clit just the way you liked. You wanted to straddle him right then and there, let him rip your clothes off and ravish you over the dinner table, but suddenly you felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. You realized what you were doing and pushed Mr. Park off you.

“I’m sorry I…I have to go to my husband.” You panicked before fixing yourself and running up the stairs to where your loyal husband was waiting for you, leaving a disheveled Mr. Park behind at the dinner table.

Your heart was stuck in your throat. You worried that Hongjoong heard something, or worse, saw you with the Innkeeper’s hands stuffed inside your panties. But to your relief, he was blissfully unaware of your adultery. He apologized for missing dinner, and when you didn’t react to his apology, he started up with his sweet talking and kissed up your neck before pulling you into bed with him.

You were disgusted with yourself. Yes, your marriage was in shambles and you were unhappy, but this wasn’t the solution. You thought you were better than this. You still loved Hongjoong and would never in a million years think to hurt him like this. But if that were true, why were you sort of bummed that you ended things so abruptly with Mr. Park? Why did you secretly wish you two had just continued? Were you seriously thinking about another man while your husband was inside of you?

You turned your head to the door. Could he hear you two? You knew he had to have heard the creaking bed, at least. Does he think you're a slut for that? For letting another man touch you and then immediately go and have sex with your husband? You wondered if he was watching. Maybe he had a hidden peephole and was watching you from afar, stroking himself to your wet sounds. Thoughts of his cock flooded your brain. You knew he had to be big- bigger than this. He’d probably fill you up just right and it would only take a few pumps before you were creaming all over his-

No. Snap out of it.

“Feels so good Joongie,” You whined, worried he might think something was wrong from the lack of noises coming from you. He gripped your hips tighter and slammed into you even harder.

“Almost there baby” He groaned. How romantic.

Your eyes were still glued to the door. What if he really was watching you? From the keyhole maybe? Should you put on a show for him?

You brought your fingers down to your heat and gently rubbed your clit. You thought about Mr. Park’s mouth. It was probably the prettiest mouth you’ve ever seen. How badly you wanted them peppering kisses all over your body. You let out a string of moans while you worked yourself faster. They were getting louder and more urgent, in hopes that maybe he could hear you reaching your high.

You took your other hand and squeezed your breast, your eyes still studying the door. If he were watching, he’d find you absolutely stunning right now. Hair a mess, slightly covering your eyes but thankfully your mouth was visible while you moaned and held your lips agape. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself seeing you play with your most sensitive spots while taking it from the back. You were absolutely filthy and it was all because of him.

“Joong, I’m gonna-” You grasped your breast tighter and prepared yourself.

One last thrust and he reached his high with you. His cum leaked out of you and dripped down on the sheets. You sighed, slightly annoyed because now you have to change the sheets before bed.

Hongjoong fell sloppily next to you, chest heaving up and down as he caught his breath. He looked over at you, pleased to see how fucked out you look from his cock. It boosted his ego just a little bit.

“I don’t think you’ve ever been that vocal before babe.”

“Shut up and get me a towel.”

The next day you spent avoiding Mr. Park. You let Hongjoong go down for breakfast without you and stayed in bed, claiming that you were having a stomach ache and that you just wanted to rest for a bit. You couldn’t face him, not after last night. You went a little overboard, for sure, and you honestly felt nothing but shame about it. What were you thinking letting another man touch you like that? You’re married! And what if he heard you making those lewd sounds last night? At this point, you just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

You told yourself it was a weak moment. A sudden lapse in judgment. A drunken mistake that will never happen again. It wasn’t your fault anyway. Mr. Park basically threw himself at you. No, you were a good wife because you ended things before they got too far. And those fantasies…they’re just fantasies. All that happened last night was that you made love to your husband and went to sleep. That’s it.

Everything was going fine until dinner came around. Hongjoong took your quietness and the newfound desire of staying in your room all day as a sign that you were still mad at him. So to make amends to you and to Mr. Park for skipping out on dinner last night, Hongjoong decided to drag you out of bed and force you downstairs to the dinner table with him. He really had to decide to be a present husband now? It was just your luck.

“Foods delicious Mr. Park, as always. Thank you” Hongjoong complimented. You forced yourself to keep your head down, too embarrassed to be sitting across the very man who could ruin your relationship with a snap of his fingers. Mr. Park noticed your discomfort. He almost found it amusing and wondered if he should mess with you a little.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” He spoke so calmly like nothing had happened between you two last night. Meanwhile, you were struggling to get even your first bite down your throat. The whole situation had you uneasy and you were beginning to think of an excuse to leave the table.

“And thank you for taking such good care of my wife,” Hongjoong smiled at you. “I know I’ve been away for most of the trip, but I’m glad she had someone to spend time with while I was handling my work calls.”

You could’ve just ignored the calls and let some interns deal with it.

“It’s my pleasure,” Mr. Park swirled his wine glass. “But you know, if I had a wife like yours, I’d let all the calls go to voicemail.”

You froze in your seat. What was he doing? Hongjoong, even if he may seem uninterested in you at times, still felt possessive over you, especially when other men gave you unprompted compliments. You worried he might take the comment the wrong way, but to your surprise, he seemed oddly okay. Hongjoong took your hand into his and gave it a small squeeze.

“Yes, she is a beauty, isn’t she? You should see the wedding pictures. I’ve never seen a more beautiful bride.” Hongjoong smiled at you fondly.

“I bet.” Mr. Park took a long sip of his drink while staring intently at you. You felt hot under his gaze and tried to busy yourself by shoveling the rice around your plate. Suddenly, you felt something snaking up your leg. You darted your eyes across the table to a very smiley Mr. Park.

“So, how did you two meet?”

It was an innocent question, but you wished Mr. Park wasn’t playing footsies with you under the table while you and your husband recanted your love story.

“We met in college” Hongjoong began. “It was, what, junior year?”

“Senior year.” you smiled through gritted teeth.

“Right, senior year. Anyway, we had a group project for one of our classes, and none of the group members ever reached out. The deadline was approaching, so we decided to work on it in the library without them. And when that was over, we became friends, and then at the end of the semester, y/n confessed to me.”

Mr. Park leaned in, intrigued to learn that it was you who pursued him. “Y/n confessed to you?”

Hongjoong blushed. “Yes, she beat me to it! Took the words right out of my mouth. We’ve been together ever since.”

“That’s just surprising to me, that y/n confessed to you first. She doesn’t seem like the type of person to just…open up so easily.”

His foot inched even higher up your leg, and he toyed with the ends of your dress. You knew what he meant by opening up. You thought back to last night, feeling stupid over how quickly you spread your legs for him. Your cheeks were flamed now, and you silently prayed that he’d stop before Hongjoong noticed how much of a mess you were becoming.

“I guess I’m just special.” Hongjoong smiled, gleefully unaware of what was going on under the table.

“So, how did he propose? Sorry, I’m just dying to know. I get a lot of couples here, and I love hearing their proposal stories.” His gaze shifted back at you. You were in no state to talk right now, but Hongjoong and Mr. Park eagerly waited for you to retell the story. With Mr. Park’s touch getting dangerously close to your heart, you struggled to get even the first few words out.

“I-It was during our vacation in P-Prague.” He was right between your legs now, rubbing at the skin between your thighs. He looked at you innocently, like he wasn’t making a mess of you right in front of your husband. You were scared that Hongjoong could somehow notice what was going on. Tucking your anxious thoughts away, you continued telling the tale. “W-we were just about to go skiing and then-”

He finally made contact with your clothed clit, rubbing his toe up and down at your aching bud. The sudden motion made you jump out of your seat, causing your chair to fall back onto the ground.

“Honey, are you okay?” Hongjoong asked confused. He placed his hand on the small of your back, furrowing his brows in concern. You quickly pulled your dress down, feeling out of breath from the sudden rush.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m feeling well tonight.”

Before anyone could say anything more, you gathered yourself and scurried out of there. Hongjoong got up and followed after you, asking you over and over what was wrong. Mr. Park sat back and smiled to himself before taking another long sip of his wine. He loved seeing you flustered. He made it a goal to see you like that one more time before you left.

Hongjoong was like a wave. There were periods when he would be absolutely enthralled by you. He was more attentive, caring, and sweet. It was like you could see a glimpse of who he was when you first met him all those years ago at the library. Of course, the rising tide always has to fall and the periods of sweet and caring Hongjoong went back to careless and overworked Hongjoong. Like right now.

“Do you really have to go?”

Hongjoong shimmied into his pants, running his hand over his dress shirt to tuck it in. He got a call from work and was asked to come back to the office.

“I told you, honey if it were up to me, I’d stay here with you. But the Anderson group is thinking of pulling out, and I’m the only one who can talk them out of it.”

“But you’re on vacation. We’re on vacation.”

Hongjoong sighed before sitting down on the bed next to you. “I know, I know, but I told you. This merger is huge. We can’t lose it.”

You crossed your arms and looked away from him. You were too angry and too tired to continue arguing. Hongjoong slipped his fingers underneath your chin and force you to look back at him. He leaned closer to you, now speaking in a lower and more serious voice.

“This can be big for us. I’m doing this for you, for us.”

You pushed his hand away from you. You wanted to spit at him, to tell him that you couldn’t care less about a merger and that you know he’s doing this for him, not you. But again, you were too tired to argue so you held your tongue. “You’re really just gonna leave me here? With that guy?”

“That guy is a wonderful host who has been nothing but kind to us. And I’ll be back before lunch, okay?”

Not waiting for an answer, Hongjoong pressed a quick kiss on your forehead before he started to head out. Now you were all alone. Wonderful. Your friends back home must be dying to hear how your husband ran out in the middle of your vacation to go to work.

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Now came a new dilemma. After a few hours of laying in bed, you started to feel hungry. You thought about going downstairs to get something quick to eat, but you worried that you might run into Mr. Park. You didn’t want to see him, not after what happened last night and the night before. But your hunger pains grew more difficult to ignore, and you had no choice but to sneak downstairs for a quick snack.

The fridge was fully stocked. You don’t think you’ve seen a fridge this well-stocked than when you visited your parents’ house last Thanksgiving. You scanned the shelves of its contents, indecisive over whether you should take a couple of string cheeses or the freshly made berry yogurt parfait. You figured there wouldn’t be any harm in taking both.

“If you were hungry, you should’ve come down for breakfast. I made your favorite.”

The voice coming from behind you made your stomach churn. You took a deep breath before closing the refrigerator door and turning around to face Mr. Park. His gaze on you made you feel small, even though he was a couple feet away from him.

“I-“

Mr. Park walked up to you, slowly closing the gap between you two. You held your breath as you two were chest to chest now, his eyes heavy on you. Before you could say anything more, he cut you off again.

“You’re in my way.”

After realizing he needed access to the fridge, you stepped aside for him. You watched him as he opened the door and bent down to look at his inventory. “You still like your eggs French, right?”

You had told him about the time Hongjoong and you went to France for your honeymoon and how you’d eat creamy French style scrambled eggs for almost every meal because they were too good to have just once a day. “Yes.” You said in a small voice.

Mr. Park took out a carton of eggs, butter, milk, and chives before closing the refrigerator door with his foot. Juggling all the ingredients in his arms, he flashed you a quick smile. “Good.”

The whole situation was odd. You felt like you couldn’t leave so you stayed in the kitchen while he prepared your eggs. You couldn’t deny that you didn’t enjoy the view. Watching a handsome man with a kitchen towel laid over his shoulder, preparing you your breakfast was any woman’s dream. But you weren’t just any woman, you reminded yourself. You were a married woman. Out of shame, you looked down at your feet and forced yourself to keep your eyes off from him. Mr. Park noticed and smiled to himself.

“Come here.”

There was that voice again. Even saying something as simple of a demand as come here made you melt into the floor. You hated how every essence of his being- his voice, his eyes, his touch- made you weak and hopeless as ever.

“Why?” You managed to ask. He smiled to himself again as he reduced the flame under the pan.

“Just want to show you something.”

After hesitating for a short while, you finally walked over to his spot at the counter. You watched him as he whisked the eggs over a pan of boiling water, his arms flexing a little as he did so. “You always temper them over a low heat. That’s what makes them nice and creamy.” It seemed like he was acting as if the last two nights didn’t happen and was continuing with the small cooking lessons, he’d give you whenever you helped in the kitchen. You nodded along as the eggs began to curd. Suddenly, Mr. Park stopped whisking and handed you the whisk. “Now you try.”

Unsurely, you took the whisk from his hand and moved closer to the stove. He gave you a nod to proceed. You tried to mimic his whisking, but Mr. Park immediately stopped you, clicking his tongue at your lack of experience in the kitchen.

“No, no, no.” He stood behind you now and you could catch a whiff of his cologne. It was salty and breezy, almost like the ocean. It was a nice scent. Much calmer than the intense sandalwood Hongjoong would wear. “You’re going too slow. You have to be fast or else they won’t cream as nicely.” He took the whisk from your hand and demonstrated for you. You tried your best to pay attention, but it was hard with his scent overpowering you. He stopped his demonstration and handed you back the whisk. “Now take some of the butter and mix it in.”

You did as instructed and dropped a few cubes of butter into the eggs. You began whisking as he told you to, unsure of whether you were doing it correctly. Honestly, whisking eggs wasn’t difficult, and you hated that he made the most mundane tasks so difficult for you.

“Just like that.” He said into your ear. Your breath hitched after feeling his lips ghost over your ear. You pulled yourself together and continued on with your task, trying your best not to show any weakness. But he noticed and was smiling to himself the entire time because of it.

“Now take the spatula and mix it all together one last time.”

Putting the whisk down, you took the spatula from the counter and did as you were told. The eggs looked just like the ones you ate in France and a small smile spread across your lips from the accomplishment.

“Good girl.”

It was like every cell in your body melted into one another. Good girl. He had no idea what he was doing to you, and you no longer had the restrain to hold yourself together. Mr. Park feathered his lips around your ear lobe before taking it into his mouth. You whimpered as he suckled onto your skin, biting back any moans that threatened to escape your mouth. His hands made their way to your chest, tracing his fingertips over your nipples before giving your breast a tight squeeze. His hands felt so good; no matter how hard you denied it, your body would always betray you. From the goosebumps prickling over your skin, your hardened peaks, and the wetness pooling between your legs, Mr. Park knew he had an effect on you and there was no way either of you could back out now.

You felt him press himself into you more. His hardness was hard to ignore and that only made you needier for him. Unable to hold yourself back, you wrapped your arm behind you and palmed over his cock. Mr. Park’s breathing grew shakier as he grinded himself into your hand. Unable to hold back any longer, Mr. Park placed a hand on the back of your neck and gently tried to bend you over the counter, while using his other hand to drag your dress up. Before he could do so, your conscious rang in and the overwhelming rush of guilt and disgust took over and ultimately led you to push him off of you.

"We can’t” you panted, scrambling to fix your dress in case Hongjoong walked in.

“Why not?”

“I’m married.”

He laughed. “Just a few days ago you said you didn’t want to be.”

“That was before. Things are different now.”

He stepped closer to you. “Oh yeah? And where is he now?”

“He’s um…” you looked down at your feet, “he had to go to the office for something.”

“The office? During your vacation? Sounds to me like he hasn’t changed at all.”

You were starting to grow impatient with him. Who was he to act like he knew anything about your marriage? “You don’t know my husband. You don’t even know me.”

He took another few steps closer to you. “Oh, I know you, y/n. You’re easy to read.” He continued walking towards you, making you take a few steps back as he talked, “I know you’re unhappy. You have been for a while now. I know that you’re desperately holding onto something that you know is seconds away from falling apart. I know you're lonely…you just want someone to pay attention to you, don’t you?”

He had you cornered now. You gasped when you felt the wall up against your back. “Am I right on the money?”

“I-I love him” you stuttered. The way you said it didn’t sound too convincing. But it was true, he was your husband and even if things were complicated at the moment, you still had feelings for him. Right?

Mr. Park kneeled down in front of you, not affected by what you were saying to him. “Okay.”

“And what we did…it was a mistake.”

“Okay.”

“A-and…and he can never know about this.”

His lips caressed over your skin, leaving a trail of lazy open mouth kisses up your leg. “Okay” he said in between kisses.

“I made a vow” you warned, but your words weren’t enough to stop him. His head slowly disappeared under your dress, inching closer and closer to your wet center. “T-this can’t h-happen. Ever.”

“Then tell me to stop,” he spoke into your skin, “tell me you don’t want this.”

Your head grew dizzy from how close he was to your aching cunt. You wanted to tell him to stop, but the words failed to come out of your mouth. His kisses halted right before he got to your center, “Should I stop? Or can I keep going?”

You were glad that he couldn’t see you from under your dress, or he’d probably laugh at your fucked out expression. His fingers gripped onto your panties and pulled them to the side to reveal your glistening cunt. Your wetness being exposed to the cool air made you shiver. Mr. Park cooed at your dripping cunt, “Doesn’t look like you want me to stop. Or do you?”

“No, please,” you breathed out, finally giving in, “keep going.”

After you gave him the green light, Mr. Park lunged at your heat, lapping up every bit of your essence. He loved that he could draw out so many broken moans out from your lips with his tongue alone. He suckled over your clit, allowing himself to moan one because of your taste and two because he knew that would drive you over the edge. He was right.

“Mr. Park!” You wailed, trying to grab his hair but your dress was still draped over his head. Somehow, not seeing what he was doing down there made the experience even more delicious because your body was truly at his whim.

“Call me Seonghwa.” He mumbled into you. He then inserted one of his fingers into you, continuing to suck over your clit as he did so. Your head fell back against the wall and you wished you had something to hold on to because Mr. Park had no intention of being slow and gentle with you.

“T-too fast!” You cried. “Gonna cum!”

He could feel your walls clenching around him, forcing another moan out from his lips while he licked and sucked at your pussy. He used two fingers now and quickened his pace, the squelching sounds from your wet center along with his hand slapping into your cunt filling up the room and ultimately making your cheeks redden in embarrassment.

“Go ahead. I wanna taste your cum.”

And with that you bucked your hips up, the wave of pleasure almost making you fall over. Mr. Park kissed your inner thighs as you came down, careful not to touch your pussy as you were still sensitive from your orgasm. Unveiling himself from your dress, he stayed on his knees and gazed up at you, completely allured by how gorgeous you looked right now. You felt the same way, loving the way your arousal coated over his lips like a gloss. He had no intention of wiping it off.

Mr. Park was upset that he didn’t get to see you when you reached your peak. He was too consumed by your taste and pretty and whiny moans that he missed out on it. How badly he wanted to see you when you were pushed to the edge like the time at the dinner table. He remembered promising himself that he’d see you like that one more time and he decided to start another round.

“Get on the table.”

With how eager you two were, if there were any place-mats and dishes on the table, you would’ve pushed them off the table all dramatically. You laid on top of the table, your dress completely discarded and thrown to the floor. All that remained was your bra which failed to cover one of your breasts fully, and your panties which were still pushed to the side. Mr. Park lined himself up with you, rubbing his tip over your swollen bud.

“So fucking wet” he breathed. His cock breached into you with ease, but your eyes welled up from the stretch. He was bigger than you were used to but your pussy swallowed him up perfectly. Once he was fully buried into you, you gasped at how full you felt. Mr. Park didn’t wait for you to get used to him and began rocking into you with no remorse. You had nothing to hold onto but your breasts, kneading them in your hands as he set his own pace.

“You know, I could hear you the other night.”

You suddenly felt shy. “And?”

“You wanted me to hear you, didn’t you?”

When you didn’t answer, Mr. Park grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer to his pelvis. He pushed his hands onto your lower stomach, feeling his cock slide in and out of you. The pressure on your stomach felt so good that you thought you could finish any minute now.

“You were calling out for me, weren’t you? While your husband was fucking you. I bet you wanted me to watch, didn’t you?” He teased. You were too far gone now, he fucked every sense of composure and reason out of your system, so you gave in to his teases.

“I wish I just let you take me on the table that night, your cock feels so good.” You admitted. He chuckled before bending down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips. He was sloppy with his kisses, jamming his tongue into your mouth to explore yours. His hand reached down to reunite with your heat again, and he rubbed small circles over your clit as he pushed himself deep into you. You moaned into the kiss, your vision getting dizzy with pleasure.

Mr. Park pulled away from you, making you whine from the loss of contact. He pushed your legs up more, gripping onto the back of your thighs as he drilled himself deeper into you. You could start to see him losing himself into you, his release imminent. Your pussy felt so good to him, and he wondered what pathetic loser could give up such good pussy for an office job. Although, he didn’t want to bring that up and kill the mood by bringing up your husband.

He could last a lot longer than this, but your tight walls and the rush from being caught at any minute pushed him to his release earlier than he wanted it to. He groaned as he emptied himself into you, and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Once the aftershocks went away, he made two or three more long strokes before completely pulling out of you. You hummed seeing his cock completely drenched in your and his cum.

“Seonghwa” you called. He looked down at you with hazy eyes, immediately knowing what you wanted. He leaned down again, reconnecting his lips with yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moving your lips in a slow and passionate kiss. It had been so long since you’d been taken care of like this and you almost wanted to cry when his lips trailed away and kissed your eyes, forehead, cheeks, just anywhere on your face that he could get his lips on. You knew what you two did was wrong, but you’ve never felt this loved in such a long time.

After he retired and laid his head on your chest, you held him close and signed into his hair. “Why did I have to find you now?”

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seonghwa giving you you're first experience of head

again s

giving ex seonghwa another chance

kim hongjoong - 홍중

22:48 s

giving head to hongjoong while he works

tired s

cockwarming with hongjoong

jeong yunho - 윤호

princess s / f

yunho has been teasing you all day and finally giving you what you want

good girl s

small blurb of you being so good for your bf

forget about him s

yunho helping you forget about your mean boyfriend

kang yeosang - 여상

15:05 s

yeosang giving you head

choi san - 산

22:34 s

bf san pleasing his girl

pool side s

giving san head at the pool

[18:23] f

san making you feel better after a long day at work

answer s

san making you feel so good while you talk to your boyfriend on the phone

song mingi - 민기

miss you s

mingi has been too busy all week to see you but he finally gets a break

[19:10] f

himbo sweet bf mingi

[21:06] s

mingi fucking his bestfriend

jealous s

showing you just how perfect you are for him

jung wooyoung - 우영

ride s

riding wooyoungs face

lips sg

making out with wooyoung

choi jongho - 종호

new s

trying some new with jongho

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missmaniac25 · 4 months ago

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Kim Hongjoong - Quiet Please

Librarian!Hongjoong x gn!reader (no use of y/n) Pure fluff 1.7k words No warnings. Please let me know if there's any spelling or grammar errors. Enjoy! ✨

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“Staring at the door isn’t going to make them arrive any faster.”

Hongjoong glares at Seonghwa.

“I’m not waiting for anyone.”

“Hmm, sure.”

The head librarian walks off to help a patron who’s appeared at the counter, leaving Hongjoong to look at the entrance of the library in peace.

‘Any moment now…’

Moving to a small town had not been a part of your big life plan. But the world works in mysterious ways and for five months now, you’d been happily enjoying the calmness of your new life.

The only disadvantage of a small town?

Minimal entertainment.

Sure, you could go for a walk or… something else. That was really it.

And that’s how after a month of living here, you’d ventured into the community library just to see if they had anything to keep you busy: stories or otherwise.

“Hello,” the man behind the counter had greeted. “Let me know if you need any assistance.”

“Just browsing for now, thank you,” you answered.

He nodded and gone back to clicking away on his computer – doing librarian stuff, you guessed.

For a while, you simply wandered through the forest of shelves, stopping every now and then to read the blurb on the back of a book.

“Excuse me.”

You turned from the shelf to find a timid looking man standing behind you. He wore a very cosy looking cardigan and a pair of glasses were perched on his nose. Almost out of place, you noticed, were the number of piercings that adorned his ears.

“Can I assist you?” He was already holding a mountain of books in his arms which made you smile.

“No thank you, I’m ok for now.”

You noted how his face flushed pink as he started to turn away.

“Actually.” You managed to catch him before he left. You gripped the book you’d picked up closer to your chest. “I’d like to get a library card. Is that something that you can help me with?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He gave you a shy smile and abandoned his stack of novels on the nearest flat surface. “Please follow me to the front.”

Happily, you did as he asked and waited patiently as he took all you information.

“Thank you, Hongjoong,” you said when he finally handed over your new card.

“Um, yeah, no problem. How did you know my name?”

You almost laughed but managed to hold it in.

“Your nametag.”

“Oh.” He glances down as if he suddenly remembered that he had one. “Right.”

“See you guys soon,” you told him before leaving. “Enjoy the rest of your day.”

Hongjoong watched as you went and felt how his heart finally started to calm down.

“You’re smitten already,” came the voice of Seonghwa, and Hongjoong gave him a gentle shove.

“Am not.”

“Are too.” The older man said. “Luckily for you, they have to come back to hand in the book eventually.”

Since that day, you’d made it habit to pop into the library at least once a week and your favourite librarian is always there to greet you when you walk in.

Today is no exception.

“Hi, Hongjoong!” you cheerfully say, placing your books on the countertop.

“Good afternoon.” He smiles before getting to work. “I tried that recipe you gave me. It was really good.”

“Do you want to know a secret?”

Hongjoong’s eyebrows furrow.

“Sure…” he says hesitantly.

“I got it out of a book from here.”

His eyes sparkle with pride and amusement.

“No wonder it was so good.”

Hongjoong looks a little bit smug as he takes your books to pack away on the shelves.

With one last glance, you turn to go and begin the search for your next big fictional adventure. You wave hello to whoever you meet along the way, weaving through the shelves and ending up in a quiet nook where hardly anyone goes to.

After scouring the spines, you find a book that captures your attention. Taking it with you, you settle into the window seat that you’ve unofficially claimed as your own. Almost a whole chapter has gone by when you feel another presence in the vicinity. Glancing up, you find Hongjoong quietly sorting some books – putting them back into the correct order on the shelf.

Admittedly, you had developed a teeny, tiny crush on him. It couldn’t be helped, really. Not only was he kind, had a gorgeous smile and a good sense of humour; he just made you curious. If you could just get to know him a little better…

“I didn’t think that shelf sorting was so interesting.”

Hongjoong’s voice pulls you out of your daze and reality hits you: you’ve been staring at him.

“Oh… it’s not really.” You’re trying to think quickly and come up with an excuse. “I was just…”

“Lost in thought?” He offers and you nod.

“Something like that.”

The librarian smiles, almost bashfully, returning to his work. You take the hint and stick your nose back in between the pages – not that you get much more reading done with him around.

Hongjoong is back working the front desk when you finally emerge from your nook.

“Only one book today?” He asks, scanning the barcode.

“What can I say, it’s captivated me.” You give a little shrug.

“You captivate me.”

The two of you lock eyes. Hongjoong looks utterly bewildered – he can’t believe those words just left his mouth.

“I… um… sorry.” He quickly looks down and hurriedly hands back your book and library card. He scurries off to the staff room before you have a chance to reply.

You think of nothing else but what he said as you walk home that evening.

When you next return to library, Hongjoong is nowhere to be seen. It’s Seonghwa who greets you when you come in and it’s Seonghwa who scans your books out when you leave.

You want to assume that it was just coincidence. Maybe Hongjoong is sick? Maybe he’s helping other patrons?

That was what you believed until it happened again. And again.

“Seonghwa, where is Hongjoong?” You finally ask after the third visit. It hard to keep the frustration out of your voice.

The head librarian looks a little frustrated himself, if only for a second, before returning to a look of neutrality as he speaks.

“He’s hiding in the staffroom. Every time he sees you coming, he rushes in there like a rabbit being hunted.”

With a soft sigh, you thank Seonghwa and begin the walk to your corner of the library with one thing on your mind: he’s avoiding you.

The news hurts more than you’d like it too; pulling at your chest. When you reach your window seat, there’s a note sitting neatly on the cushion. It has your name on it. Uncertainly, you open it.

‘I’m sorry for what I said the other day. I didn’t mean to say it. Can we still be friends?’

The ache in your chest softens ever so slightly but it doesn’t disappear completely. You tuck the little piece of paper safely into your pocket.

When you return to the front desk with a new set of books to take home, you feel a wave of relief. Hongjoong is there. He briefly looks up, locking eyes with you before swiftly turning his gaze down again. You also see Seonghwa giving you a little nod before he vanishes between the shelves like some kind of novel magician.

You realise that you owe him one.

“I got your note” you tell Hongjoong, waiting for him to meet your eye.

He shuffles on his feet.

“Are… are we still friends?”

“Yeah,” you tell the shy librarian. “We’re still friends.”

He smiles and finally he lifts his eyes.

“Thank you.”

Things go back to normal after that. Well, mostly normal. What’s new is that every time you step foot into the building and see Hongjoong, your heart beats a little faster.

What was once a playful little crush is now a problem.

“This book, I think you’ll like it,” Hongjoong says, leaning past you to reach the shelf where it sits. The proximity is suffocating.

“It’s a bit of an older one but it has content that I think you’ll enjoy.”

Your fingers brush against his as you take the book from his hand. Your head knows not to read into it; your heart is doing backflips.

“I’ll give it a chance,” you say.

“Just like that?” Hongjoong asks, grinning. “You trust my opinion that much?”

“Yes. I trust you that much.”

If he notices the change of words, Hongjoong makes no motion to acknowledge it. Instead, he continues with idle chit-chat – telling you about different stories he’s read and the authors he likes. He says something about liking romance novels and your brain wakes up.

“Hongjoong.”

The man in front of you stops talking and looks at you with wide eyes.

“I was wondering.” You try your hardest to keep calm. “Would you maybe like to meet up? Outside of the library, I mean?”

The quietness is infuriating. You can hear the blood rushing in your ears; the dull crackle of the ceiling lights.

“Like a date?” Hongjoong breaks the silence, pink creeping up his neck.

“Yes,” you confirm. “Like a date.”

You think he’s going to turn you down – the pause is too long for the answer to be anything else.

“Ok, yeah.” He says with a little smile. “I’d like to go on a date with you.”

There’s life around you again – you hear people talking, birds outside chirping. Your heart is still beating fast but now it’s from excitement.

“Great!” You pull your phone out and hand it to him. “Let me get your number and we can make a plan.”

Hongjoong doesn’t need to be told twice. Before you know it, you have your device back and you peak at his contact name.

‘Hongjoong 📖’

‘Cute,’ you think to yourself.

The two of you walk to the front desk together, a little giddy, which doesn’t go unnoticed. Once you have your books, you wave goodbye to your favourite librarian with the promise to message him soon.

“It’s about time.”

Hongjoong jumps in his skin as Seonghwa appears next to him.

“You two were driving me insane.”

Hongjoong just shakes his head. It doesn’t matter what the head librarian says: he’s going on a date with you and he hopes that it’s the start of a beautiful story of his own.

#i had lots of fun with this one #kim hongjoong fanfic #kim hongjoong fluff #kim hongjoong x reader #Hongjoong #Miss Maniacs Writing

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lynnt1ny · 5 months ago

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You're Magic To Me: Ch. 2

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Woosan (Multichaptered; Prince!Wooyoung and Servant!San)

Full WC: 91.3k Ch. 2 WC: 3.9k

Fic Blurb:

Wooyoung didn’t know what he did to deserve such a horrible manservant. With the weight of the kingdom over his head and the constant demands of his father, he couldn’t afford to deal with this every day. But why did San have to be so bloody endearing? After a series of coincidences, San found himself stuck at the Prince’s side, day in and day out. Of course he’d accidentally fall in love along the way. San didn’t know what to expect when he moved into the castle, but it certainly wasn’t this. --- Aka, my Merlin-obsessed ass decided to write a Merlin-inspired fic.

The Nightmare Begins

After a week of gathering herbs from the surrounding forests and learning about a variety of afflictions and remedies, San felt pretty accustomed to life at the castle. It was hard-going at first: He still occasionally found himself lost in the maze of corridors, but he hadn’t run into any royals or knights after the first day, so he’d call it a win.

Hongjoong was, as he was told earlier, the perfect mentor. San couldn’t have asked for better. Hongjoong clearly loved his work, and while San couldn’t quite replicate his passion for medicine, Hongjoong was a constant source of energy and inspiration.

Every day, San looked forward to sitting by the fire with Hongjoong in the evenings, sometimes with Yeosang popping in to say hello. It was almost familial, and San finally felt like he had carved a place for himself in the castle.

Hongjoong took care of most of the patients that had come in so far, but San was always there, watching. He was constantly in awe of how calm and gentle Hongjoong was with those who came in. Now, he knew exactly how Hongoong got both his position and well-rounded reputation.

However, today, Hongjoong was going to attend to the King.

San sat at one of the desks in the chamber, a book open in front of him. He deliberately avoided Hongjoong’s eye. He hoped today would be the exception to their new routine; hopefully, today, he wouldn’t have to go with him.

Hongjoong walked over and placed a hand on San’s shoulder, and San gave him a tentative smile.

“I suppose I won’t get this day off?”

“No.” Hongjoong replied. “You must be able to treat the King if something happens while I’m away.”

“You’re going away?” San asked. A knot of worry formed in his stomach. He didn’t think he’d be able to shoulder Hongjoong’s workload so early.

But his worry disappeared as Hongjoong laughed. “Not now. But something may happen while I’m down in the lower villages or really, anywhere else other than the castle.” He smiled sympathetically. “That’s why you’re here, you know. I can’t be everywhere at once, and in case of an emergency…” he shrugged.

And now, that’s how San found himself trailing behind Hongjoong, a crate of supplies in his arms and a furrow between his eyebrows.

He couldn’t believe that he was mere footsteps away from meeting King Beomseok.

Beomseok was well known even beyond the borders of Sinsu. While nobody said he was downright cruel, he was known to have a temper. He ruled with an iron fist, and he had brought Sinsu many years of prosperity, conquering lands and expanding the kingdom to great lengths.

Far too soon, they stopped in front of a pair of fortified doors. A clump of guards stood there, nodding to Hongjoong as they walked past.

“Remember to address him properly,” he whispered to San. “It’d be best to leave a good first impression.”

San nodded, and Hongjoong knocked on the door. “Kim Hongjoong, Your Majesty,” he called out. “And my new apprentice.”

“Yes, come in,” San heard a deep voice respond, muffled by the barrier.

The doors creaked as the guards pushed them open, standing to the side to allow them entrance. San gulped as Hongjoong walked in, and he hesitated before following behind. By the end of this, he just knew that he’d find a way to mess this up: he’ll drop the supplies, or he’ll trip over his own feet and make a fool of himself. Or worse of all: he’ll let his mouth run away again, just as it had with the Prince.

The thought came to him then- Wooyoung wouldn’t tell his father about what happened earlier, right? Yes, he was only an apprentice, but not only had San spilt water all over his clothes, but he called him a twat of all things.

‘If my father heard you saying things like that, he’d have you flogged.’

San knew he was breathing heavily now. He hoped the weight in his arms and the flight of stairs worked as a fair excuse, but he did what he does best: overthink things until it sent him into a panic.

If Wooyoung did tell Beomseok, something would have happened by now, right? Yes, he was definitely overthinking this. There was no way Wooyoung even knew who he was, right? He didn’t remember saying his name...

The King’s chambers were unlike anything San had seen before. Everywhere he looked, he could only see wealth and intricacies. The room itself was huge. Inside, it had a large bed in the corner, a table with neat stacks of paper adorning it, and a long dining table, gilded in gold. Wardrobes and shelves took up space along the walls, and everything was pristine. San didn’t think he’d be able to find one spec of dust. Overall, it seemed very practical, for living’s quarters, but it exuded a sense of affluence at the same time.

The man himself sat at his table. He didn’t look like San imagined he would. The King had dark hair, like his son, and he wore simple attire at the moment. Deep-set wrinkles betrayed his age, and his eyes held a somber edge to them. Beomseok scratched thoughtfully at a trace of stubble on his chin and kept his focus on his work. The lack of attention only unnerved San even more.

“Your Majesty,” Hongjoong began. “What can I do for you today?”

Without looking up, Beomseok beckoned them closer and said, “Draw yourself some chairs and sit.”

Hongjoong bowed deeply and took a chair from the dining table. San scurried after him to do the same. Before he knew it, he was uncomfortably close to the King, sitting across from him. He prayed that Beomseok wouldn’t pay him any attention.

“I’ve had the worst migraine today,” Beomseok finally said. He looked up at them then, and San felt a chill down his spine when his beady eyes landed on him. “Do you have a sufficient tonic that could help?”

Hongjoong nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty, I do.” He gestured for San to hand him the crate of supplies. With nothing to do with his hands now, San wrung his fingers together, avoiding the King’s eyes.

“With all due respect, what has been causing you trouble, Your Highness?” Hongjoong said as he picked out a few bottles. “Learning the cause of a migraine is an easy way to fix it.”

San almost gasped at the question. It seemed too invasive to ask the King. A new batch of butterflies set loose in his stomach, and not the good kind.

However, Beomseok didn’t seem to be too bothered by the question. He even smiled at Hongjoong, like they were old friends. San shouldn’t be surprised at this point- as literally everyone had said, Hongjoong was friends with everyone, and it seemed the King was no exception.

Suddenly, Hongjoong’s strangely calm demeanor in this situation made a lot more sense.

“It’s my son,” Beomseok said. “He can’t seem to keep a manservant in his service. At this point, we’ve gone through all of the available servants I can trust with the job.”

His words didn’t surprise San at all. Just from one meeting, San knew he wouldn’t want to be stuck with Wooyoung for long periods of time either.

“It’s such a trivial matter, but it’s becoming such a nuisance that even I must get involved.”

Hongjoong began mixing a small concoction in a cup. San vaguely recognized a few of the ingredients Hongjoong had put in the tonic, but his attention was too skewed to try to learn anything useful now.

“Are they leaving on their own accord?” Hongjoong asked.

Beomseok leaned back against his chair. San saw the King eyeing his fidgeting hands, and San now focused on keeping them still on his lap.

“No, Wooyoung is getting rid of them himself. He claims they’re too boring. I’m afraid he’s set his standards too high for our working class,” Beomseok said.

San winced, stealing another glance at Hongjoong, but the man had a smile on his face. “I’m sure he’ll find someone to take the position. There are many able-bodied men in the kingdom,” Hongjoong said.

“And here, the source of the problem,” Beomseok said. “He refuses to find a replacement. I will have to resort to finding one for him myself. It’s no job for a king.” Beomseok’s eyes turned dark for a second, and San could see a flash of rage there, so fleeting that he would have missed it if he were not paying close attention. “If I, the King himself, assigns Wooyoung a manservant, that position must stay permanently filled by that man, or consequences may be in order.”

San’s breath hitched, the words sending a faint wave of fear over him. He understood why, though. It would be a blow to Bomseok’s reputation if Wooyoung sacked the one man the King picked out himself. Involving the King in such a trifling matter was bad enough. The whole thing made San’s head spin, and he understood the source of Beomseok’s migraine.

“Well, I may not be able to help in the matter directly, but this is the least I can do,” Hongjoong said, handing the completed tonic to the King. “If there’s anything else I can do to help, don’t hesitate to call.”

San felt relieved, as the conversation seemed to be ending, and they were soon to be on their way. The King only had to dismiss them, and he could go back and be anywhere but here.

Beomseok’s gaze snapped to him, then. “Before you leave, Hongjoong, this is your new apprentice?” he asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Beomseok scrutinized him, his narrowed eyes sending waves of panic over San. “Does he speak?”

San’s breath hitched and he hurried to say, “Yes, I’m Choi San.” He stumbled over the words.

Hongjoong kicked his shin.

“Your Highness,” San tacked on at the last second. “I arrived only a few days ago.”

“Arrived?” Beomseok lifted a dark eyebrow and looked back at Hongjoong. San allowed himself to take a deep breath with those calculating eyes off of him.

“I met his mother during one of my visits to the lower towns,” Hongjoong said. “We’ve become close, and I can assure you of his loyalty to the crown.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” the King said. “But I’m afraid anything he does will reflect onto you, and any form of dissent on his end will damage your position in my court.”

Hongjoong nodded, and for the first time since they walked in, his calm demeanor broke, and San could see his shoulders tense.

The King laughed.

“Don’t worry, old friend. I like him already. I can tell he has many qualities an apprentice, or servant, should have.” San let himself give the King a small smile at the words, though it felt forced to him and probably came across that way as well.

“That’s very kind of you, Your Majesty,” Hongjoong said.

The King nodded, and after a slight pause, he clapped his hands together. “Well, I believe that is all. You’re both dismissed.”

Both San and Hongjoong stood, the former stumbling slightly, and took their leave after a quick bow. San let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding after they crossed the doorway, the guards watching as they made their way back to the physician’s chambers.

“Well, that could have gone a lot worse,” Hongjoong said, closing the door behind them.

“That’s for sure.”

“You know, you don’t have to be so afraid of him,” Hongjoong said. “As long as you’re in his good graces, there’s nothing to fear.”

San thought back to his encounter with Wooyoung. He didn’t have the best track record with royals, and he definitely didn’t want to test that with the King.

“I’m not sure if it’ll be easy for me to stay in his ‘good graces,’” San mumbled.

The sun had begun its descent, and the familiar room was bathed in a golden glow. San fell back into one of the cots and let out a groan. He couldn’t help but let his eyelids droop, the events of the day wearing him thin.

“Hey, I’m going to go fetch some soup from the kitchens. Why don’t you take some time to rest?” Hongjoong said, seeming unaffected by everything.

“Gladly.”

(。-`ω´-)

Wooyoung was stressed.

The knights were doing well in training, that was for sure, but there was something missing. There was a certain clumsiness to the blows and drills today, and every wrong movement caught Wooyoung’s eye. He found himself on edge for the entirety of today’s training.

It didn’t help that there was no one there to clean or hold his equipment. Of course, it was technically his fault, but who could blame him? The last few servants he’d gone through were completely worthless.

But as much as he wanted the endless drills to end, he dreaded what would come after. His father had asked to dine with him after the session, and he never looked forward to those talks.

Wooyoung weaved his way between his sparring knights. They were practicing simple drills, but tiring and repetitive ones at that. Drops of sweat dripped down their faces, and the field was full of heaving breathing and the clang of metal. The sky darkened, and Wooyoung knew he couldn’t drag this out any longer.

“Hold,” he called out, and around him, the knights ceased in their actions. Wooyoung felt their attention shift to him, all eyes in his direction. “That will be all for today. Get some rest. We have a lot of kinks to work out tomorrow.”

At the dismissal, the field cleared as the men dispersed. Wooyoung caught the eye of Jongho, one of his best knights, and he gave him a slight nod. Jongho had been the only knight who had come close to beating him in combat today. Wooyoung’s arms still ached from blocking his blows. Wooyoung saw a lot of potential in him, and he knew Jongho would grow to become one of Sinsu’s best.

Wooyoung had a tight-knit group of knights whom he trusted the most, Jongho being one of them. While all of the knights swore loyalty to the King, there were a few whose allegiance fell to Wooyoung in the end. If Wooyoung ever were to defy his father, he knew those few knights would follow him to the ends of the earth.

He gave Yunho and Mingi a slight wave as he walked past. He carried his own equipment, and again, he cursed the servants he had dismissed.

Wooyoung had a sneaking suspicion that this was what his father wanted to talk to him about- his obvious lack of a servant would be sure to turn some heads. Not only that, but his chambers were beginning to get cluttered with no one there to clean them.

He reached the pavilion that housed all of their training equipment and tossed everything aside. Someone else would take care of it at some point. He struggled out of the armor, fiddling with all of the buckles and straps that he never took the time to familiarize himself with. Once again, that was a servant’s job, he thought with a frown.

He needed to stop by his rooms and freshen up before meeting his father. On the way, his thoughts began to wander. He noticed that it happened a lot in the past week- He’d be busy doing something important — whether his own duties or an order from his father — and then a certain face would pop into his thoughts, usually accompanied with a snarky voice and an impish smile.

The truth was, he still hadn’t recovered from his encounter with Dimples (the nickname sounded so stupid in his head, but in his defense, he didn’t have much to work with).

There was something so irritating about him, yet there was something so compelling at the same time. Wooyoung found himself looking all the serving boys in the face now, hoping to catch a familiar one, but all he could see were the same, boring, submissive eyes.

There was one time he thought he heard Dimples’ voice, but when he rounded the corner, it was just Yeosang snickering to himself in the hallway, footsteps echoing in the opposite direction. He thought about asking Yeosang about it, but he decided against it. Yeosang would definitely press him on why he was asking, and Wooyoung wouldn’t have an answer for him.

At one point, Wooyoung entertained the idea of having Dimples as his manservant instead of the usual fodder... And then he dropped the thought immediately. If he saw those eyes first thing every morning, he’d probably go insane.

Those eyes made him want to punch a wall.

But for now, he needed to forget about Dimples. He needed to dine with his father, and he needed to better himself as a prince for his people (minus Dimples; he could go rot in hell).

When Wooyoung walked into Beomseok’s rooms, the King was already eating at the dining table.

“You’re late,” his father said. A plate had already been prepared for Wooyoung at his father’s side: bread, cheese, a few vegetables, and a slab of beef, spiced so heavily that Wooyoung could smell it from the doorway.

“My apologies, I had a few complications,” Wooyoung said.

Beomseok narrowed his eyes, and Wooyoung gulped. He waited until his father spoke again.

“Come. Sit.”

Wooyoung sat at the table and dug into the food. They settled into a silence. Wooyoung wouldn’t call it a comfortable one, but the King didn’t seem too irritated at the moment. Wooyoung felt his nerves settle. Next to him, Beomseok cleared his throat.

“Hongjoong has a new apprentice,” his father said. “Have you met him?”

“No, I’m afraid not,” Wooyoung said. He wasn’t close to Hongjoong- not like Yeosang or the rest of the bloody castle. Hongjoong even had Wooyoung’s father wrapped around his finger. Sometimes, Wooyoung thought Beomseok wished Hongjoong were his son instead of himself, but he cast those thoughts aside as soon as they came up. “I’m sure he’ll do well as long as Hongjoong keeps him out of trouble,” he added on.

“I doubt he will get into any. He was the epitome of a perfect servant.”

Wooyoung’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. Coming from his father, that was high praise. Something almost like jealousy turned his stomach, but he ignored it.

“Oh? What makes you think so?” Wooyoung swallowed around his fork, his interest peaked about the new apprentice. To catch the King’s eye was a big deal.

“He doesn’t speak unless spoken to, and to be an apprentice for Hongjoong, he must be somewhat competent,” the King said. “What more could you ask?”

Oh.

So this apprentice was just like the others.

Wooyoung felt his curiosity drain immediately. Of course, that was all his father cared about. To be honest, those were the exact qualities he had sent the others away for.

“Why, may I ask, are we talking about the physician’s apprentice? Is there another matter you wish to discuss?”

“That’s just the thing. You’ve exhausted all of our options,” the King said. “You know exactly where this conversation is going, Jung Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung desperately tried to think of excuses to get out of this, but the whole ordeal was useless. “But he already has a position?” he said. His voice grew squeaky the way it usually does when he gets nervous; a trait he’d spent years trying to beat out of his system to no avail. “He has a good place in court. Stripping him of that would be cruel.”

The King shook his head. “A place in the royal household is respected, even as a servant.” He took a sip of wine. “And I think we can all agree that Hongjoong is too young to have an apprentice now. It isn’t urgent.”

Wooyoung grimaced.

“You leave me no choice, Wooyoung. You’ve rejected our best servants, and this is a problem that needs to be resolved quickly. I don’t have time to mull over the choices for you.” Beomseok’s voice grew agitated, and Wooyoung shrank back. “I am the King. This is not something I should be doing for you. If I hear that you’re unsatisfied, there will be consequences for both of you.”

Wooyoung set his fork down, his appetite lost. “Hongjoong was clearing out his storage for an apprentice,” he mumbled. “Are you going to kick him out of his living quarters as well?”

Beomseok scoffed. “That’s a matter he’ll have to settle with Hongjoong. I don’t have time to care.”

Wooyoung’s fists clenched on his lap, and his nails bit into his palms. He knew he needed a servant, but this seemed… so unfair. If his father had met the apprentice only a few days later, yes, Wooyoung would probably be stuck with someone just as incompetant, but at least it would be a proper servant- not someone who had come to their kingdom to learn a dignified practice. He couldn’t help but feel a strong pang of sympathy, something his father would ridicule him for if he knew.

“I am calling for him tomorrow and giving him one day to prepare. You can expect him the day after,” Beomseok said.

After a sigh of defeat, Wooyoung nodded. He could never argue with his father on something like this. He’ll have to live with it. Who knows, maybe the apprentice won’t be that bad. Hongjoong picked him, after all. Wooyoung will have to make the most of it.

“Can I at least have his name?” he asked. He stared down at the half-eaten plate. A part of him was glad his meals would once again be hand delivered, but the guilt; it wouldn’t go away.

The King paused for a moment. “I think he said his name was San.” Another sip of wine. “Ah, yes, I remember now. Choi San.”

Choi San.

“Is he good looking at least?” Wooyoung asked in an attempt to lift the mood. His father didn’t have the best sense of humor, or any at all, for that matter, but he could try.

Beomseok seemed to catch on, though, and he hummed, slouching a little in his chair. “How would I know?”

“No apparent qualities? That’s a shame. I hope you aren’t sticking me with a troll,” Wooyoung muttered. He took his own sip of wine and scrunched up his face at the taste.

The King sighed, and to Wooyoung’s surprise, he gave in.

“He has black hair.”

“And?” Wooyoung leaned forward, eager to know more about this apprentice that had left such a good impression on his father.

“What else do you want to know?”

“I don’t know... black hair doesn’t tell me much,” Wooyoung said.

Beomseok thought hard for a moment, and his next words would haunt Wooyoung through the following day.

“Well, his cheeks dimple easily, I guess. Honestly, son, I don’t know what you want from me.”

Oh.

“That’s enough idle chit chat.” Beomseok said. He dabbed at his mouth with a handkerchief. “You’ll meet him soon enough. Now that the matter is settled, you’re dismissed.”

Wooyoung nodded and stumbled to his feet in a daze. There’s no way.

There’s no way.

He didn’t know whether to laugh or scream. This had to be a coincidence. There was no way Dimples was the physician’s apprentice and his... his soon to be manservant.

But if it was Dimples….

Why did Wooyoung’s ears burn at the thought?

#ateez fanfic #ateez #woosan #choi san #jung wooyoung #lyn-fanworks

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dancinglikebutterflywings · 2 months ago

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Interruption | Part 03

-> Pairing: mafia husband!Kim Hongjoong x mafia wife!Reader

-> Sypnosis: Things are revealed and someone underestimated that power that Y/N and Hongjoong has.

-> Warnings: mafia au. Mentions of estranged father/daughter relationship, a very minor character gets murdered, murder threats. Someone gets called a whore.

-> Word Count: 1439

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When they pull up to Mun's restaurant, Y/N reaches for the car door handle to get out, but Hongjoong gently holds her back.

“Something feels off. I have a bad feeling about this,” he expresses, worry etched on his face. “It seems like a setup.”

She nods, sharing his unease. The dimly lit exterior of the restaurant feels eerily quiet. "Unfortunately, we're more involved in this than I would like us to be. We need to get to the bottom of what's going on."

“No matter what happens in there, I’m with you,” he assures her, his worry still evident as he leans in for a tender kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she says as they part ways.

Stepping out of the car, they head into the small restaurant and finds the gang members who have allegedly been harassing Mr. Mun scattered throughout the dining area. The one she assumes is the leader has his gun aimed at a terrified woman. Ha-Na, now known to be Mun's step-daughter, sits in a chair, shaking with fear and tears brimming in her eyes as she struggles to hold back her sobs.

As they enter the restaurant with their men behind them, the sound of Y/N's heels clicking on the concrete floor reverberates through the room, drawing all the mens attention to her. Before the leader can turn his gun towards her, Jongho sneaks up behind him, taking him down while Y/N swiftly disarms him, aiming the gun at one of his associates who steps forward, pulling the trigger and killing him instantly. Just as another man approaches, Hongjoong positions himself between Y/N and the threat, his own weapon aimed at the idiot. In an instant, everyone’s guns are directed at someone.

“Yunho, get Ha-Na out of here,” Y/N orders the tall man. Mingi, with his gun still pointed at his target, moves to shield Yunho as he approaches the frightened woman.

As Yunho nears her, Ha-Na’s fearful look morphs into a smug smile, and she bursts into laughter. “Oh, that was too easy,” she giggles, shifting her gaze to Y/N. Her expression falters when she sees she hasn’t gotten the reaction she was anticipating. “Why aren’t you surprised?” she asks, her smugness fading into a pout, clearly disappointed. “Sister.”

“What? You didn’t we wouldn’t find out that Mun was a plant and that we wouldn’t dig deeper into the information you wanted us to find and the stuff you planted?” She questions, her voice sounding almost offended. “You severely underestimated me and my men,” Y/N taunts, turning the gun she’s holding onto Ha-Na. “We’ll never be sisters, even if we share the same father’s DNA.”

“Boys, lower your weapons. These are our guests.” Ha-Na maintains her composure, but a flicker of anger crosses her eyes. “All I want is to chat.”

"To chat? You went to all this trouble just to chat?" Y/N retorted, her voice dripping with annoyance as her grip on the gun tightened, her finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. No one knew what was going to happen next.

The dim lights of the restaurant flickered as Ha-Na stands from her chair and steps forward, her demeanor calm but her eyes betraying her true feelings. "You misunderstand me, Y/N. How else was I supposed to get your attention." She gestures to her men now standing behind her, their weapons lowered but their stances tense. "Now, we can do this the hard way, or we can talk like civilized people."

Y/N chuckles, "So now you're threatening me?"

Ha-Na’s lips curled into a smile, “I’m simply trying to make you understand the gravity of the situation.”

“A situation you’ve brought on yourself,” Y/N replies, feigning contemplation. "All just so you could talk to me. You could have saved my time and your lives and made an appointment with my secretary."

“You know as well as I do that this isn’t just a simple conversation,” Ha-Na says.

"Instead of yapping on about how serious this is, you better start talking, or I might just start shooting again." The threat hung in the air, a clear indication of how fed up she was with the situation Ha-Na brought her into.

It was the reaction Ha-Na had been hoping for. "We're sisters by blood," she starts, admitting to why she went to all this trouble.

"Now which one of you is she fucking?” Y/N says pretending to ignore her. Her eyes scan the men behind Ha-Na and the man Jongho has kneeling on the ground, who gives himself away as he looks at Ha-Na with fear in his eyes. She moves the gun towards the man she had assumed was the leader and waves her fingers at him with a smile. “Should have known.”

Ha-Na's voice grows louder as she trying to her sister’s attention back on her and away from her own husband. "Why would I pass up the chance to build an alliance? After all, our father and I are the only blood family you have left."

"An alliance? You really don’t know me at all,” Y/N says turning her attention back to Ha-Na. She shakes her head in astonishment. It’s taking everything in her not to pull the trigger and end it all now. But she has another plan. “If you did, you would know that blood means nothing to me.” She scoffs, "Did you really think you can make a grand entrance into my life, waving the banner of sisterhood, and expect me to forget everything?” Her voice turns to one of anger. “The lies, the manipulation, the way our father turned is back on me when I needed him the most for your whore of a mother?"

Ha-Na's face contorted into a look of rage. "My mother isn't a whore," she growls at her.

Y/N's own anger turns into a smirk realizing she's struck a nerve as she hoped she would. She turns around to face her men, her back facing Ha-Na feeling secure enough that she wouldn't be stupid enough to have her goons try something. She looks at Yeosang and San, "Our own guests should be here by now. It's time to bring them in."

Yeosang and San nod before making their way to the back of the restaurant and leaving through the kitchen.

Hongjoong takes this moment to step closer to his wife. "Are you okay?" he whispers into her ear as he leans closer, his eyes never leaving Ha-Na or her men.

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She can feel the weight of the gun in her hand, her finger itching to pull the trigger.

"I’ll be better once this is all over," she whispers back to him, her voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside her. She closes the gap between them, giving him a sweet peck on his lips. "Just keep your eyes on her. She’s unraveling and might lose it when she sees who we’ve brought with us.”

As if on que, Ha-Na's furious voice slices through the tense silence that had enveloped the room as everyone held their breath in anticipation of who was about to come in. "You think you can just ignore the bond we share because daddy didn’t love you enough to stick around?" she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "You’re wrong, Y/N. You’re so wrong about everything."

Y/N doesn’t say anything as her hand once again tightens around the gun she’s holding. As Ha-Na continues to ramble on, the itch only grows stronger.

“You need me, Y/N!” Ha-Na continues, causing Y/N to roll her eyes.

Hongjoong’s presence beside her is keeping her grounded, but Y/N can feel the tension in the air thickening around her that it’s almost suffocating. She can sense the storm brewing inside Ha-Na, the way her voice is mixed with anger and desperation.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Hongjoong murmurs, the concern for his wife in his eyes is unmistakable. He shifts slightly, positioning himself so that he can shield her from Ha-Na.

She’s about to reply to Hongjoong when a shot rings out. She turns back to Ha-Na, who now has her own smoking gun pointed towards the ceiling where there is now a bullet sized hole.

Y/N goes to speak, but catches sight of San and Yeosang entering the room again with two people following behind them. A sinister smile makes its way onto Y/N’s lips as she looks at her half sister, “Oh look, now we can have a proper family reunion.”

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kisshwa · 8 months ago

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could you do texts of the reader thirsting after bf!ateez? i think you would make it super funny too!!

ATEEZ as BFS

and their thirsty s/o

pairing: bf!ateez x reader

warnings: strong language, sewerslide joke, sexual comments, reader is not (necessarily) healthy minded

notes: i think reader’s responses are valid but maybe that’s just me :p

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monarcascension · 1 year ago

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FEVER DIARIES

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The compiled archive of all written works for ATEEZ separated for every member and will be updated as stories are released ¡! ❞

STORY TYPE LEGEND

*ALL NECESSARY CONTENT WILL CONTAIN TRIGGER WARNINGS AND SEPARATE TAGGINGS DEPENDING ON THE CRITERIA BEFORE EVERY STORY BEGINS . READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

🔗- ‘ATEEZ LOVEZONE’

MEMBER TABLE VIII

KIM HONGJOONG | 1998

All For Us | exbf!hongjoong x fem!reader 𓆙— COMING SOON

Super☆star | idol!hongjoong x staff!reader 𓆙— COMING SOON

Muse | photographer!hongjoong x fem!reader 𓆙 — COMIMG SOON

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PARK SEONGHWA | 1998

Black Swan | seonghwa x fem!reader 𓆙 — COMING SOON

The Cafe On Saint-Andre | seonghwa x black!reader ♡ — COMING SOON

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JEONG YUNHO | 1999

Louder Than Bombs | Yunho x fem!reader 𓆙 —

Wørship | Pastor!Yunho x fem!reader — COMING SOON

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KANG YEOSANG | 1999

Paradise | yeosang x fem!reader — COMING SOON

Yellow | prince!yeosang x healer!reader

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CHOI SAN | 1999

Spine Breaker | san x fem!reader 𓆙 — COMING SOON

Wicked Games | san x fem!reader 𓆙 -

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SONG MINGI | 1999

A Little Sugar | mingi x fem!reader 𓆙

Trigger Finger | cowboy!mingi x assassin!reader

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JUNG WOOYOUNG | 1999

The Less They Know | wooyoung x blkfem!reader 𓆙

Dare Me | wooyoung x fem!reader 𓆙 — COMING SOON

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CHOI JONGHO | 2000

How Many Drinks? | mafia!jongho x fem!reader — 𓆙 COMING SOON

Break of Dawn | boynextdoor!jongho x fem!reader

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raewrites423 · 5 months ago

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Home Run: Coming Soon

Allow me to expand into Ateez with Kim Hongjoong! Hi Atiny <3 I'm obsessed with Captain!AUs for him. Read the blurb below!!

***this fic is 18+ MDNI, below is SFW

You, on your college softball team, had your eye on the Captain of the Baseball team, Kim Hongjoong. The strong aura of a leader drew you in. Not to mention his beautiful face. Although your teammates dated the players on and off, no one said a word about Hongjoong. He was a mystery, he was attractive, and he knew how to lead a team. Maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't strike out.

#kpop fanfiction #kpop #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #hongjoong x you #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x y/n #self insert #ateez fanfic #ateez #ateez fic #ateez smut #hongjoong smut

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atzbabyy · 4 years ago

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Hi, how are you?? Can I get a hongjoong and all of his children scenario with the phrases 2, 14 and 16? I'm too soft for this man istg Thank youu

Aurora = 7 / Ophelia = 3 / Pheonix = 9 months

“Pheonix! Pheonix!” Ophelia shouted.

“Pheonix!” Aurora laughed.

“Kim Bonghwang!” Hongjoong joined in, making the girls giggle.

“He’s coming! He’s coming!” you exclaimed, walking in to the living room, Bonghwang in your arms as you gasped, “did you decorate the tree without me?! I can’t believe this!”

“Mummy, we can decorate the back room tree together!” Aurora exclaimed, “and all the other rooms.”

“I know, baby, it’s okay I was joking,” you chuckled, kissing your eldest daughter’s head, “it looks beautiful!”

The tree was lit up with multi-coloured lights and the baubles ranged from stupid Christmas animals to things made at school by Aurora.

“So what was Pheonix needed for?” you asked, handing your son over to his dad.

“We thought that Mister could put the star on the top of the tree,” Hongjoong said, sitting Pheonix on his arm so his back was against his chest, the baby looking forward, “would you like to be the one to put the star on the very top of the tree?”

Kissing the side of his head, Pheonix giggled as Hongjoong gave him the star and lifted him up, the baby just waving around the ornament until you reached your hand up and guided it where it needed to go.

“Finished!” you announced.

Aurora and Ophelia cheered, dancing around the living room as Hongjoong put Pheonix back on the floor to crawl around.

“I’ll go and do the outside,” Hongjoong said, leaning down to kiss you, “you decorate the rest of the inside with the girls.”

“You’re doing the outside by yourself?” you asked.

“Yeah. That okay?”

“Well do you need help hanging up the Christmas lights?” you asked.

“No! It’ll be fine!” Hongjoong exclaimed, taking the roll of lights outside while Aurora and Ophelia dragged you over to the boxes of decorations.

“Ooh well this banner goes over the pictures! Remember?” you said, taking it out, “let’s do it together.”

The slam of the door turned all of your heads; your husband, walking back in, looking defeated.

He sighed, “I need a ladder.”

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fairyjun · 5 years ago

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[9:43 PM] Boyfriend!Hongjoong whispered encouraging words to you, hands massaging your shoulders as you worked on your college essay that was due in two hours. He handed you a mug filled with peppermint tea that he had prepared for you and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head before leaving to go work on his own assignment.

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ateezinmymind · 3 years ago

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ateez and their s/o wanting period sex

ateez x fem!reader

smut, fluff

requested by anon, thank you so much <3

tag list: @bobateastay @hxneyboy

hongjoong:

this guy would probably be a little hesitant at first

BUT - he’d do anything for you, and that goes for getting a lil dirty ;)

and it’s a plus when ur asking for it bc ‘shwing’ boner town

“y/n, love, are you okay?” hongjoong soothes into your ear, worried about your balled up body on the couch. you had been wincing with sharp pains all morning, and he just hated like seeing you like this

“yeah” you groan, “just stupid fucking cramps” the churning of your uterus makes you a little annoyed and you shove your hands between your legs with a whine

hongjoong pouts, unsure about how he can help- “i’m sorry baby, is there anything you need?”, his concerned tone makes you force a smile out, and you begin to think

an idea suddenly causes flush to show up in your cheeks and hongjoong quickly cups your face, “oh my gosh, you’re burning up” groaning, and shaking his hands off- you stare at him dead in the eye. “you could help with something”

“anything y/n” he pleads, sitting on his knees beside your laying body still on the sofa.

swallowing nervously, you look down to your thighs and trace the bottom of your shorts. “well,” you start, trying to not make him uncomfortable “having an orgasm often helps me with m-my cramps”

at first he didn’t think he heard you right, but when you squeeze your eyes shut in another flash of pain- hongjoong fumbles his hands to dive into your shorts, and past your panties.

“i’ll make you cum, for sure” he watches your face smooth out and relax when he comes in contact with your clit, gently rubbing circles on it, feeling the warmth of it all as he slides more downward and to your seeping entrance.

“i’m s-sorry joong” you say with a hitch of your breath, “it’s gross, but- mmmh feels so good” moaning out loud as hongjoong inserts two fingers into your heat, he becomes in fascination of how slick you are (even when it’s your own blood)

“not at all princess, if anything- you’re more beautiful”

seonghwa:

umm… just because he is a clean freak does NOT mean he’s not gonna get that pussy, okay

man loves making you fall apart- and it’s even better when you’re sensitive and also a way for him to help

prepare to be pampered

lugging yourself down the hallway, you come to see seonghwa in the kitchen putting away the last few dishes in the drainer. when he takes notice of you, he stops his chore and gives you a bright smile

“hey my love, go lay down” his soft yet commanding tone makes your insides twist excitedly even through the groggy feeling in your uterus. pouting, you stand still waiting for him to actually do something instead of telling you

wiping his hands with the towel draped over his shoulder, he sets it on the counter and walks toward you with raised eyebrows. “let’s go get in the bath, yeah?” pressing a kiss to your forehead, you smile warmly and shake your head ‘no’.

“hmm?” he inquires, watching you tug at his hand. “i want to have sex hwa” your request makes him go wide eyed and chuckle out seductively

“that’s what you want?” he says and you answer with a nod. picking you up off the ground, seonghwa takes you back down the hall and into the bedroom. where he gently sets you down on the bed and exits to go grab a towel from the bathroom.

when he comes back, he sees how you��ve taken off your hoodie- revealing your slightly bigger breasts. “i’m needy hwa” your small voice adding into the sight doesn’t help him control his arousing body, so coming forward, placing the towel under your body. seonghwa kisses your lips hastily and grabs a condom out of the nightstand drawer.

“babygirl, i’m gonna help with that okay?”

taking off your bottoms, but leaving on your panties, seonghwa takes his cock out of his pants and begins pumping his shaft quickly having a hard time ripping his eyes from your swelled chest- letting out a low groan.

“hwa?” you pipe up, rubbing your thighs together. “yes baby?”

“make me a mess”

yunho:

puppy is gonna be weirdly fascinated lmao

gets really skittish and excited when you’re all horny, he will literally be all smiles

maybe he’ll get a bit carried away, lowkey degrading

the movie playing in the background quickly fades away from your mind as yunho continues to rub your stomach soothingly. his touch too distracting for you to pay attention in any way. your hormonal body reacts to his touch with more erotic thoughts of him to show in your mind than you usually have

“y/n you’re not even watching” he whispers in your ear with a little stifled laugh, running his long fingers across your belly button on the warmth of your skin. making you scoff out annoyed, “shut up”

your fierce reaction gives yunho another thing to laugh at lovingly, “you’re so cute when you’re on your period” he sings out, slipping his hand out from underneath your shirt. and resting it on your upper thigh, not moving in the slightest bit

“you’re annoying you know that?” you groan out, rolling out from your position laying down right in his hold- the loss of contact with him makes you pout but he can’t have the upper hand

“hey! baby, come back here. you know i’m just teasing” he reaches out for you, doing cute grabby hands making you roll your eyes. “yeah, teasing you have no idea what it does to me” you blurt out without filter, immediately blushing when he gives you that hot but evil shit eating grin

“oh yeah?” he lifts his upper body up off the bed and reaches for you again, this time touching your inner thighs. the feeling makes an involuntary moan come out of you, and your hands to immediately cover your mouth.

silence between you two lasts long enough, the tension growing too much as yunho just watches what you’re going to do next. “please, yunho.” you finally speak up, your voice embarrassingly high, “please fuck me”

wasting no time, he slumps you over his shoulder and carries you to the bathroom.

“took you long enough, i was waiting for you to say that”

yeosang:

a little bit of a nervous guy. bc- like blood?!?

but when you get pleasure, he follows like a sheep- desperately wanting to increase it for you

watch out bc he’ll turn into an animal, and after it’s done… he’ll be like ‘that was hot’

walking past the closed bathroom door, yeosang faintly hears the sound of you mumbling incoherent nonsense. exerting him to knock softly, “y/n, everything okay in there?”

listening to you clear your throat quickly, he waits for your answer taking his hand down to rest on the handle. “yeah, all good yeo” you voice out, but he doesn’t seem to believe “can i come in?”

giving him approval, you quickly pipe back out once he opens the door- to you on the toilet with a blush on your face “sorry!” yeosang smiles at you softly, and fully enters

closing the door behind him, not even paying mind to you sitting on the toilet in your panties, yeosang watches you fumble with your hands. “what’s going on?”

his question has you stutter out, “n-nothing.” making him click his tongue, walking towards your seated self. “who were you talking to then?” looking up into his eyes finally, you see his mischievous grin. the look of smugness. “i was talking to myself.” you say with a huff, pouting, “i’m so annoyed yeosang”

your confession peaks his interest, so kneeling in front of you on the bathroom tiles, yeosang touches your bare knee- rubbing the skin with the pad of his thumb soothingly. “what’s annoying you?” confiding in your partner, you close your eyes and blush harder. “well.. i just can’t get myself off- and.. ah you don’t want to know about this” you quickly try and get up

but pushing you back down, he moves his hands up your thighs reassuringly, “y/n, talk to me”

“i need y-your help.. i know i’m on my period and all, b-but i need you” your whine out, makes him press a kiss to your lips. moving his hands even further to grab your panties, and pulling off your mouth, yeosang listens to your little catch of breath with a smile

“i’ll take care of you, don’t worry”

san:

you wanna fuck? hell yeah he’s down

a lil blood never killed nobody- it’s only natural and he has an older sister… like it’s normal

absolutely loves the relief it gives you

“why don’t you want me to shower with you, y/n?” san pouts out, trying to grab ahold of your arm that holds your towel up

“because i’m on my period san, and i have to do something!” you pull away from him, and start running to the bathroom. where he quickly follows behind. little giggles coming out of both your mouths

trying to shut the door in front of him, san stops you and pushes through. coming face to face with your cheeky smile. “what do you have to do?”

his face leans in towards yours, making you gasp when he slides his hand around the lower of your back. “s-something”

hovering over your lips, san scoffs out and pulls away. the loss of his touch has you craving for it even more. “ugh, you’re no fun y/n” he pouts again. making you roll your eyes and adjust your towel, “it’s nothing you would want to do anyways”

“oh? enlighten me then” he says lifting his chin up with a smirk. you shuffle back to start the water, then lean yourself against the wall and stare at him blankly. “okay, i’ll be honest.” licking your lips you continue, “i need to touch myself, and of course i’d rather you be doing that- but i don’t want-“

“okay” he interjects, starting to take off his shirt. “my girl is on her period? so what, i’m gonna do my job in pleasing her whenever she needs it”

dropping your towel, revealing your naked body to san, you watch in desperation as he takes his own clothes off. stepping into the running shower, san follows in behind- grabbing your hips to press against his lower body. leaning in to your neck, and placing a kiss to the skin, he whispers out seductively

“mouth? fingers? what do you want baby?”

turning your body around, your boobs press against his chest and you feel his dick twitch on your hip. you moan out softly from his knee wedging it’s way between your legs and rubbing your pussy

“i want to ride your thigh”

mingi:

absolutely baby about it, like uhh ‘will it hurt you?’

needs reassuring- your moans will do perfectly fine actually

he’s not gonna lie, it’s different for him but … he knows you’re all hormonal and he’s gonna fuck you good

whining into his mouth as mingi kisses you with passion, you grind down on his straining cock in need of friction.

“mmmh-“ you slip off and dig your face in the crook of his neck, “mingi we should stop” your small voice and breath against his skin all make him want to groan because it makes him even more aroused.

“why, what’s wrong?” he asks, grabbing your hips and pulling you down on him again with a hum. “i’m on my period” you moan out, pressing your hands on his chest

“and i don’t want to bother you with, that.” trying to get up off his lap, to go get yourself off somewhere else (preferably the bathroom), mingi complains. “if it’s about you not wanting to have sex then i respect that-“ looking you in the eyes, he gives you a big smile, “but if you’re worried about whether i want it, don’t even bother baby, because i definitely want it”

his words melt your heart, and you feel yourself start grinding on him again- without resistance. “plus,” he grunts out from the pleasurable movements, “i wouldn’t want to see this needy, sexy woman sneak off to cum on her own somewhere else”

reaching his hand up to cup one of your boobs, and knead it delightfully, mingi smirks seeing your eyes fall shut with a little mewl past your lips. “i’d rather her cum with me, and by me”

fisting the loose fabric of his t-shirt on his chest, mingi’s talking brings impatience to your waiting and wanted pleasure

“just stop talking, and fuck me”

your strong demand goes straight to his cock, as you feel it against your pussy- it’s twitching makes you flush with warmth and excitement. fervently dropping your hands to undo the buttons on his pants, you hear mingi laugh softly in astonishment

“wow. i love you”

wooyoung:

does not bother him at all- like… you’re probably more worried than he is

he’ll make dumb jokes .. but it’s outta love

does everything possible to calm your nerves- gets cocky knowing how good he’s gonna make you feel

“what do girls even want on their period?” the question makes you roll your eyes, and turn to him with a face of confusion. “why are you like this wooyoung”

laughing, wooyoung leans himself on the sink and shrugs his shoulders smugly. “you didn’t answer my question y/n”

getting up, you walk to him with a little smile playing on your lips. his stupid statements always seem to make you feel amused. “well” you sigh out, standing in front of him with crossed arms, “we like lots of things”

wooyoung quirks a brow, interested in what you have to say. a small smile comes on his lips and you blush, suddenly thinking of an honest answer

“things like food. sleep. and-“ you pause, uncrossing your arms to put behind your back nervously.

“and?” he asks. making you turn your face to the side and look at the kitchen floor, “sex.”

“sex?” wooyoung giggles. and groaning out, you quickly turn completely away from him and head out of his presence. trying to stay unbothered by his protests behind your back.

“wait y/n” he stifles another laugh, putting a hand on your shoulder trying to stop your walking. “what?” you snap back, “you’re the one that asked” and successfully turning you around, wooyoung presses a kiss to your cheek with a smack

“mwah!!” pulling away with a giggle and a playful smile, “if i’d known my y/n had been horny all these bloody times, i would’ve done something about it”

wiping your cheek of the remains of his kiss, you playfully push him away from you, “and what’s stopping you now?” you say with a quiver as his face completely changes

from smiling and teasing, to dark and serious. it immediately sends excited jolts into your stomach.

“well i’d say it’s those fucking clothes you still have on” wooyoung says lowly, pushing you back like you did to him- but now against a wall.

“take them off”

jongho:

literally needs guidance, but will quickly learn and become absolutely excellent in pleasure ;)

very cool with the concept, bc he’s an actual gentleman and mature

he just needs you to tell him what to do y’know (for the first times ehehe)

internally struggling on deciding whether to get up off the couch where you and jongho cuddle while watching the movie (you picked out). you didn’t realize that this certain scene would effect you in this way, legs beginning to tire out from being clenched together.

feeling him situate himself next to you, the graze of his hand along your arm brings a flutter to your heart. and you finally make your decision, averting your eyes from the erotic scene on the television. you start getting out from under the blankets, “i’ll be back”

“huh?” he says surprised, lifting himself up. “where are you going?”

turning your head to face him you give a little smile and pat his thigh, “i’ve gotta go do something” you laugh out a little, getting up- setting straight to your bedroom “just girl things, y’know something that happens once a month”

your confession makes him go stiff, and he watches you walk closer to the door. reaching the room, you stand in the door frame to give him a shy giggle. “you can come with me if you want”

jongho’s mind immediately goes dirty after you say ‘come with me’, and he fumbles for the remote to pause the sex scene. looking into your eyes with desperation

“what are you doing exactly?” he whispers out to you, making you step more into the room, away from him. “you really want to know jongho?” you ask him

nodding eagerly, he gets off the couch and walks towards you. “yeah..”

“i’m gonna touch myself, this movie made me a little more needy then i thought and i have deal with it”

gulping, he hums out, purely interested in what you requested. finally walking to where you disappeared in the room, pants already on the ground he clenches his jaw

“you want to help me jongho?” you say more playfully, looking at his red face and wide eyes

“let’s do it exactly how they were doing it in the movie, yeah?”

hearing him groan out, and place his hand on his growing cock, you take off your shirt

“i want to get fucked hard”

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Interruption | Part 02.

-> Pairing: mafia husband!Kim Hongjoong x mafia wife!Reader

-> Requested by: No one. But a few wanted a part 2. So, here it is.

-> Sypnosis: Thanks to Wooyoung and Yunho's research, Y/N finds a link to her past and Hongjoong provides a good distraction.

-> Warnings: mafia au. Mentions of estranged father/daughter relationship, an affair, murder, a little suggestive and hints at smut but there is none, talks of starting a family.

-> Word Count: 1637

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“Here’s what Yunho and I have found so far,” Wooyoung says as he enters Y/N and Hongjoong’s home office. He leans in closer to Y/N as he places a manila folder on her desk. Meeting her gaze, he settles into the chair across from her. “Hongjoong is still handling that cop who’s been poking around,” he continues before she could ask about her husband’s whereabouts.

“I thought we had taken care of him,” she replies, picking up the folder and examining its contents. Not even a day after Mr. Mun’s murdered body was discovered, a new rookie detective showed up at Hongjoong’s office when a witness came forward claiming to see Mun circling the mansion.

“Maybe it’s time to handle him differently,” Wooyoung suggests. “With the way he’s pushing Hongjoong’s patience, I’m surprised nothing has happened yet.”

“Hongjoong has more patience than you think. Afterall, has to deal with you,” she teases, glancing at him before focusing back on the folder.

Wooyoung chuckles softly, a playful glint in his eyes. “This cop seems determined to get under his skin.” He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he watches her sift through the documents.

Y/N nods, her brow furrowing slightly as she flips through the pages. “He’s just trying to prove himself. Imagine how well you’ll be respected for taking down the one of the biggest suspected crime-” She pauses, her fingers brushing over a particularly damning piece of information. She leans back in her chair, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

“I see you found it,” Wooyoung says, all traces of their teasing mood evaporated.

“She’s not his kid,” she says, skipping through the pages to find the DNA test, confirming Mun Dal Su’s daughter wasn’t his daughter.

“Her mother had an affair. I talked to an old private investigator friend. Mun knew about it and hired him. He gave me all his files,” he tells her, motioning for her to continue going through the documents. “The photos of her with the unknown man is who she had an affair with. Does he look familiar?”

“A little too familiar,” she frowns, feeling an unfamiliar feeling in her chest.

The face in the photograph, partially obscured but unmistakable has Y/N’s mind racing as she pieces together the fragments of her memories. She had closed that door on that part of her childhood, but the man’s presence had always lingered like a shadow.

“This doesn’t change anything,” she murmurs, her heart pounding.

But Wooyoung, her closest and longest friend who’s been more like family to her than her own, knows her better than that. He leans in closer, his gaze intent on hers. "Are you sure?" he asks.

The expression she gives him makes it clear that she’s not willing and ready to talk about it. A mix of disbelief and anger flickers across her face, and she quickly looks away, focusing on the scattered papers on the table.

At that moment, Hongjoong enters, immediately sensing the tension in the room. Wooyoung rises from his chair, wanting to give the couple some space.

Just as he’s about to leave, Y/N stops him. “Get Yeosang and Mingi to swing by Mun’s restaurant and have Yunho track down the real father? I have a feeling he’s still hiding.”

“Got it, boss,” he replies with a nod before leaving the room.

“Did you and Wooyoung have another fight?” Hongjoong asks once the door shuts behind him. He approaches her and leans over her shoulder to glance at the papers scattered before her.

"Wooyoung's safe for now. How’d it go with the detective?” she responds, turning to greet her husband with a kiss.

Hongjoong pulls back slightly, his brow furrowing as he takes in her expression. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he remarks, his voice filled with concern.

Y/N forces a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Let's not talk about it," she says standing up to let him sit down.

Once he’s seated, he pulls her down onto his lap, his hand gently cradling her face as he leans in for another kiss. She melts into the kiss, losing herself in the warmth of Hongjoong’s embrace. For a moment the world outside fades away, a temporary escape from the storm brewing in her mind. Hongjoong has always been her anchor, the one who makes her feel safe and loved. But the photograph, the man’s face, and the memories it brought up are still there, lurking just beneath the surface.

“Y/N,” Hongjoong’s voice breaks through her thoughts, soft yet insistent, as pulls away. “Talk to me. I can see something’s bothering you.”

"Mun isn't his daughter's father," she says, picking up one of the papers. The black-and-white image shows a young man with a beautiful woman, but the man isn’t her husband. "It seems that estranged fathers aren’t the only thing Mun’s daughter and I share."

Hongjoong frowns as he takes the paper from her, recognizing the man in the photo. "I understand why you want to find him."

"And until then—" she begins, taking the paper back and flipping it upside down as she stands up from his lap. "I want a moment with my husband that doesn’t have anything to do with business."

"What do you have in mind?" he asks, a playful smirk spreading across his lips as he looks up at her.

Y/N feels a rush of warmth at his playful demeanor, a stark contrast to the heaviness that had settled in air moments before. She pulls him in for another kiss, this one more passionate than the last.

Hongjoong smirks against her lips as he stands up, lifting her onto the desk and deepening the kiss. For a moment, the weight of her earlier thoughts fades into the background, replaced by the electric energy igniting a fire inside them.

A Few hours later, the couple are entwined under a blanket on the couch in their office. The dim light of the setting sun casts a warm glow around them, creating an intimate atmosphere making them feel as if the world outside ceases to exist. It’s just the two of them, lost in their own little world where there is no business to attend to.

Y/N's fingers lightly trace patterns over Hongjoong's skin, her head resting on his chest, feeling the steady beating of his heart beating against her cheek. Meanwhile, Hongjoong gently runs his fingers up and down her exposed back, his touch feather-light yet filled with tenderness as he looks down at her lovingly.

"Let's do it," she hears him say, his voice soft and calming.

"Do what?" she asks moving to look at him. Her eyes soften when she sees the soft look of love in his eyes.

"What we talked about at dinner the other night," he replies. "Starting a family."

She lifts her head slightly, searching his eyes for any hint of uncertainty, but all she finds is assurance. There had been whispers during quiet moments together about expanding their family, but hearing him say it out loud made it feel so much more real. Aside from building her empire, she dreamed of motherhood and giving her child everything she didn’t have growing up, the main thing being stability with a father who wasn’t going to leave at the first sign of trouble. She’s found that with Hongjoong.

"Are you sure?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” he assures her. "Well, except for the moment I realized I wanted to marry you," he quickly adds with a warm smile.

Without saying anything, she leans in, kissing him once again feeling a rush of emotions—hope, excitement, and a hint of fear. The thought of motherhood is both exciting and daunting, but with him by her side, she feels more than ready for it.

Just as the kiss begins to deepen, her phone suddenly rings, shattering the moment. Pulling away, Y/N lets out a groan and rests her head on Hongjoong’s shoulder, frustrated by the interruption. She rises from the couch, and begins to search for her underwear, which had been carelessly tossed aside in the heat of the moment. After she finds it, slips it back on, feeling a mix of frustration and lingering desire.

Next, she grabs Hongjoong’s black button up shirt, and pulls it on, buttoning one of the buttons. His familiar scent that she loves so much engulfs her, momentarily distracting her from her annoyance at whoever interrupted her moment with her husband. With a resigned sigh, she heads to the desk. Glancing at the screen od her phone, she sees Mingi’s name flashing.

“This better be important, Mingi,” she answers the call, her irritation evident in her tone while she settles into the desk chair. She can’t help but pout a little as she watches Hongjoong pull his pants back on.

Mingi, not immediately sensing her annoyance, responds with urgency, “We’ve got a situation at Mun’s Restaurant.”

“Can’t you take care of it?” she asks, leaning on the desk and rubbing her temples, her frustration escalating by the second. The last thing she wanted was to deal with a situation right now, not when her and Hongjoong could be trying to start their family.

"Let’s just say we’re a bit outnumbered," Yeosang’s deep voice chimes in through the phone, cutting through her thoughts. "And Mun’s daughter is about to walk into a trap."

Y/N’s heart sinks at the mention of Mun’s daughter. "Fine," she sighs, the weight of responsibility settling on her shoulders once again. "Call the others. Hongjoong and I are on our way."

Ending the call, she turns to Hongjoong, who is now looking at her with a mix of concern and determination. "Looks like work is calling again.”

A/N: There is going to be a part 03! this has turned into an unexpected series. If you like this please let me know so I can continue with it. Who knows how many parts there will be at this point.

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