Who: Simon Dominic (Jung Kiseok) x Reader
What: Smut 18+ Very mature content.
Story: On the first day of smutmas Craig gave to me, a fanfic of Simon being Naughty!
I stood in the penthouse looking out the window; the view was just as captivating as ever, and the snow seemed to add to its allure. The fire place was on, giving the room a nice toasty feel. I was wearing my purple turtle neck sweater and grey fitted leggings. It hugged my body just right, the way his arms would when he walked into the room.
The front door started to make a noise, the sound of someone inserting a key and turning the knob. I could feel myself get excited on the inside, there was only one person with a key to this place. I just didn't want him to think I was eager to see him. When he opened that door, I knew he'd just walk in with that smug look of his, that smooth walk he had with that smoldering pout he likes to give. He was handsome, sexy...
He wasn't mine but I wanted him, his body at least. Perhaps it was because he wasn't mine that made him so desirable for me. Jung Kiseok was such a looker he could draw any woman in just by looking at them. She might deny him but you could tell her body wanted him. The woman that tied him down.... she was my sister. She was annoying as hell, trying to be the perfect wife and all. She didn't know I gave him a key to my place. He told me himself he didn't tell her because she might ask too many questions... questions that he couldn't answer... or rather that he didn't want to answer.
The door opened and he walked in. I didn't move an inch. The wineglass in my hand was still a bit full. It looked as if I hadn't drank a thing from it, then his arms wrapped around me. Oh god, those arms made me weak. We talked shit to each other when we were around my sister. She thought we hated each other, he was my editor and not by my choice. Maybe on some level I did hate him, I hated him for choosing her instead of me. Maybe that's why these moments always felt so good to me. I was definitely getting coal for Christmas this year and every year after that but, as he buried his face into my neck and his lips peppered soft kisses in that tender space, I couldn't help but smile and think it was all worth it.
I tilted my head to give him more room. Soon, his lips drew up to my ear where he nibbled at my ear lobe. He easily slipped my wineglass out of my hand and set it on the decorative coffee table beside us. The tickle from his breath sent me jerking my ass into his groin. I teased him as I felt him grow against my clothed cheeks. He wrapped his arms around my body and reached up to grab my breasts. A deep groan released from his throat as he squeezed my tits through my thick sweater. He took them in handfuls and bounced them up and down.
I couldn't tell you how this began. A stupid drunken fight we had, I didn't like something he said to me and I shot back. He shot back with even more fire and before we knew it we were attacking each other with our lips. Our hands moved in a hurry, ripping off every article of clothing we wore that night and he made a mess of me until the sun came up. All those years of heated arguments had over shadowed something we were actually feeling. There was a lust inside of us that we had ignored for each other...all because of my sister. She was staying with our parents that night. They were having a rough time but they had disowned me a long time ago for all the things I had written. Blasphemous, dishonorable, shameful books on sex, faithfulness and families. I exposed more than one of my family members secrets in those chronicles so of course they hated me.... all except my dear, dear sister.
One of his hands left my breast and snaked down my body. He slipped his hand into my pants, past my panties and drew fast circles on my clit. My voice raised in a moan, it bounced off the walls and turned him on more. Confirmation that he was making me feel good always made him hard. He felt solid against my ass. I continued to roll my behind against his print. It was my way of begging for it. I licked my lips while he played with my pussy, my mind flashed to the time he fingered me under the table in front of her. He played it off so well, the idea of almost getting caught was hot to him... to me too.
Don't ask me if I ever considered how my sister felt. I loved her, as only a big sister could but I was never a good big sister. I was never the golden child of the family.
She was everything, a prized child, a gifted child. She got to be happy her whole life... I was only stealing a little bit of happiness for myself especially since I knew what was going on between us would stop soon. Come new year's... Forbidden fruit would no longer linger around to entice me to sin.... If you asked me if I thought about my sister's feelings...the answer is yes... I just thought about mine first.
I'm taking what I can get before I send her man back for good...
Kiseok put my hands on the glass window, he bent me over but kept himself hovered on top of me. His lips came to my ear as he pressed on my clit harder drawing his circles faster, driving me insane.
"I wish we were lower." He whispered in my ear.
I moaned while I bit my lip. My eyes rolled back and my nails scraped at the window. I was holding onto everything I could so that I didn't cum. He pressed his body against me even more until my face was pressed to the window. My legs felt weak, my breath fogged up the glass.
"If we were on the second or even third floor, someone might see us."
"Kiseok." I mewled.
"All they'd have to do was look up... they'd see you making that face."
"You're gonna make me cum."
"Not yet." He whispered.
His whispers were as dark as my desire to have him. My hand balled into fists while he teased me more. His hand left my breast and pushed my leggings down. I stepped out of them and he had my legs spread open. He stood behind me and his hand roamed around my ass. His hand came down on my cheek and left a sting. The sound clashed with my yelp and then a giggle followed. I could feel his eyes examining my lower half. He lifted my sweater over my head and tossed it aside. He pushed me a little closer to the window. His finger slipping inside me, curving up. They moved slow and my heart throbbed, the air felt thick some how.
I looked out the window seeing the snow dance outside, falling to the ground below. I licked my lips while he continued to play in my waters. His hand pulled at my hair, he yanked my head back and growled in my ear. He pecked my cheek and said,
"Could you imagine it? All those eyes on you?" He said.
He pushed up against me more and I pushed back. I rolled my butt in a circle against his groin as a feral growl rose from behind me. He grabbed me and pulled me to the couch. His movements were swift as he snatched at his belt buckle and removed his pants, briefs and pulled his sweater off. I laughed at him as I let my fingers crawl up his naked body. My nails gently raked at his flesh, and my legs wrapped around his waist as he lowered down to me to kiss me.
His tongue clashed with mine, it twisted and snaked in my mouth exploring like it hadn't been there before. He sat up, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His body was as hot as mine. My heat was wet and juicy, he had been fingering me while his lips attacked me. I sat up just as he dismounted me, his hand stroked his throbbing cock while his eyes locked with my own. I walked over to him and he stood by the window again. I know he really wanted to be lower, where the chances of being seen were greater. The possibility of getting caught was thrilling, that's why we both liked it.
He watched as I knelt down to my knees, as I wrapped my hand around his dick and as I parted my lips and took his length into my mouth. I pushed him back as far as he would go in my mouth. He groaned and grabbed my hair, he moved his hips softly, allowing his length to enjoy the feeling of my warm tongue cradling his man meat. He groaned and hissed between his teeth. He threw his head back in ecstasy and I sucked harder, allowing the sound of wet smacks and my muffled moans to fill the living room.
"Stop." He said softly.
I kept bobbing my head in defiance. He licked his lips and hummed for a moment, still enduring the pleasure, diving deeper into it. He took another breath, a moment of weakness arising.
"Stop babe." He moaned.
I went down on him completely and held him there until I gagged.
The curse lingered on his lips. His legs shook a little, he was out of my mouth and I could see him drip a little. I licked my lips and looked up at him with a smile. He pulled me up, he gripped my breast and pushed me against the wall next to the window. He buried his face into my chest, his tongue drawing lines everywhere. His lips captured the sensitive buds that had perked up during his attack. He licked them like they were covered in sugar and then he dropped to between my legs. As I looked down, he looked up. His eyes told me not to even attempt to look away. He wanted to be watched, his tongue swiped across my folds then slid between them. He found my clit touching it lightly, making me want it.
My hands came to the sides of his face almost mirroring his actions earlier. I was impatient, I rolled my hips on his face, he let me ride his tongue how I liked. His wet muscle wiggled and squirmed to make me work harder. I wanted to cum I could feel it building but before I could reach it, he stood up drawing kisses along my stomach.
He cupped my face and kissed me hard, he kissed me like he was intent on drawing out my soul. He lifted my leg and slid himself inside me with such ease it was incredible. He chuckled softly and said,
"You're juicy just for me."
He kissed me hard again as he slammed into me. My hand wrapped around his naked back and dug into him. I couldn't think, let alone worry if my nails left behind soft crescents on his back. I moaned loud and that made him rougher, more passionate and determined. He growled and bit at my skin like an animal.
I brought his head into the crook of my neck I kept him there and he sucked on my flesh. My lour moans dimmed to soft whines and heavy pants.
I didn't know who was at my door. I didn't care either but Kiseok was loving it. He looked over his shoulder and covered my mouth with his hand. I could hear him hiss again, his nose crinkled and he released all he had inside of me. My eyes opened wide and I smacked him in the face, I was shocked but I couldn't tell if it was because he came inside me or if it was because my first reflex was to smack him.
"Y/N I know you're home." the voice came from behind the door.
There was no mistaking that was Yoona's voice. I looked at Kiseok but he didn't seem fazed by anything that just happened. I settled for a moment as I watched him grab his clothes and walk deeper into the Penthouse disappearing like he was never here. I quickly got dressed as a smirk came across my face.
I grabbed my wineglass again. I messed up my hair as much as possible and made it seem like we had a fight....like normal. I knew what Kiseok had done, even if she didn't. He told her he was coming here. He liked the thrill of almost getting caught. I was sure he was getting hard all over again while he got dressed in the bathroom. I opened the door to let my sister in. She came in looking worried for me. I made it look like I was drunk and annoyed.
"Y/N are you alright? Where's Kiseok?" She said worried.
"Why are you bothered with my well being? I'm fine." I said.
"Well Kiseok said he was checking on you, he said you didn't seem well at work today. Why are you drinking?"
She sounded so worried for me. It made me sick with myself. She grabbed my glass from me and said,
"You shouldn't be drinking. Come sit down. Where is Kiseok?"
She brought me to the couch and we sat down just as Kiseok walked out from the bathroom. He put on a face like he was annoyed as well. He shot me an irritated look as he made his way to Yoona. He dipped down and kissed her and there was a mixture of fear that she'd taste remnants of me on his lips and arousal by the very idea of being caught. He kissed her in front of me because it turned him on as much as it did me.
Yoona spent time with us trying to help me with my fake drinking problem and worrying about me being alone during Christmas. Kiseok had set this up perfectly, I could feel an ambush coming Christmas day at the Jung home. Despite knowing his plan, despite planning to end it myself, despite loving my sister, I didn't decline the invitation. I walked straight into his trap. The two of them left together but not before Kiseok looked back at me and winked. I closed the door with a sigh, I wish it was in me to be a good but... I've always been so.... Naughty.