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After what you think was an unsatisfactory performance on your part, your co-star comforts you in a way that will make you speechless for several days. Inspired from the play Volpone; Or The Fox by Ben Jonson (no need to read in order to get it)
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♡ 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ➵ actor!hwanwoong x newbie actress!reader
♡ 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼/𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓼 ➵ fingering against a wall; wet dream; lots of licking; cunnilingus; coming untouched; mirror sex; reader becomes speechless w/ arousal; nipple play; clothed sex; foreplay; Woong is a flirtatious & seductive son of a bitch, also has a voice kink; Seoho & Keonhee mentioned; ft. Xion/Dongju in brief moments, Leedo/Geonhak interrupting
♡ 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 ➵ 4k (or close to..)
♡ 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 ➵ this man...
[Exeunt CORVINO and MOSCA. Enter CELIA.]
The wooing scene. The one scene that made you sweat bullets, because you were alone on stage with him.
You got over stage fright long ago. It was the pressure of all eyes on you, absorbing your every move, that still remained. Your stomach sucking in on itself, your palms sweating like a warmed-up water bottle taken out of the fridge, and your eyes darting away at times. Your whole body illuminated by the reflectors, every small part, each imperfection clearly visible. The spectators’ cheers at the end make all of those previous worries evaporate at once.
Despite those minor inconveniences, you were good at this kind of thing. And surprisingly enough to you, you eagerly took up this role. Was it because you secretly liked to place yourself in the arms of a handsome man?
The handsome man was none other than your co-star Hwanwoong. Mr. Too Good at His Job. Monsieur Debonair. And you were his biggest fan ever since you decided to professionally set foot on stage. He was already an established phenomenal dancer, and not too long after persuaded into the acting sphere. On the insistence of his friend Seoho, he got his first role—a vengeful vampire.
The character he played this time, Volpone, is a spoiled-to-the-core, greedy scoundrel blinded by money and treasures. Not too different from the original “ravisher, the rider on men's wives, the great impostor,” except in this modernized adaptation he's not elderly and doesn't have to pretend to be bedridden. Still he feigns sickness and fakes his death so as to try and expertly steal from others. Not to mention, there's double the wooing in this one.
And you weren't sure you could take it.
Modern Celia has more personality, thanks to the exclusion of some characters from the original. You would've thrown hands otherwise. And you were especially glad you didn't have to wear an actual corset. However, this was your first big role, and you did feel quite naked in the red sequin dress, which showed off your bare shoulders and back, and your left leg was peeking through the slit.
The meaning of the name Volpone, “an old fox; a sneaking, lurking deceiver,” somewhat altered—while he’s not an aged man in the modern version, his tastes certainly are. A Victorian mansion, his favorite English period, as his home with no traces of the modernist or postmodernist era. As if stuck in time. When you see him out and about, his way of dress blends well with the times, the late twentieth century. Yet at home, particularly when guests come over, he returns to his Victorian robes. And Mosca, introduced in the play as his parasite, dons the title of a subtly narcissistic butler. He's the one to reveal, through his manipulative tactics, that Celia's husband, Corvino, is the one greedier for money, and Volpone’s actual main vice is lust.
Volpone’s actor is deemed a bisexual icon by his colleagues and the public. It wasn't known whether he was actually bi, but he certainly captured the hearts of both, if not all, gender orientations. That's why you wondered time and time again if you're a worthy match.
Not knowing Hwanwoong's love status didn’t stop your mind from conjuring images of him in… inappropriate scenarios. You shook them off in your waking hours, but the same couldn't be done when asleep.
Your subconscious found ways to give your dreams a little spice—or just enough for you to need a good shower afterwards. Hands on your neck while claiming your lips; he strips every bit of clothing off of him painfully slowly (because you do think he must've been a stripper in his past life), then takes off yours at the speed of light. Kneading and kissing your breasts, a small taste of heaven. His shaft touching the walls of your vagina, ready to penetrate you, and… that's where it ended. You weren’t frustrated—not in the slightest bit. The bed sheets were soaked enough to tell the tale. It was an indisputable fact that you were easily aroused.
Worst of all, you couldn't unlearn the bit of information you overheard while he was talking to Keonhee not too long ago.
The length of his… tongue.
Even whoever considered themselves his biggest fan online didn't take hold of such a fact. Only you and Keonhee did.
While romance between colleagues wasn’t forbidden in this case, you still felt guilty to a degree for thinking of him in that way.
You peeked from the curtains. So many people came to see him. Was it the same for you?
“Hello there, Jessica Rabbit.” His eyebrows wiggled.
His attempt at startling you didn't work. You looked at him sternly. “Oh, I’m far removed from her.”
“You're just as gorgeous as her, though.”
You smacked his shoulder playfully.
“That was a compliment, dearie!” He responded in his Volpone voice.
“Too bad I can't accept it! And I just know for a fact you were staring at my butt!”
“I merely looked at it.”
“Sure you did.” You failed to hide a smile.
“It doesn't sound like you dislike that.”
You noticed Dongju smirking at you both. Hwanwoong was the one to call him out on it. “What're you smirking there for, boy?”
“Nothing. I just find your interactions amusing. Like two lovebirds.”
You jumped a bit too quickly to say, “We are not!”
Why were you so quick to defend yourself when that’s what you wanted to hear?
“You are adorable when together. Is that such a bad thing to be upset about?”
“No…”
“Give her time, and she’s going to be all over me.”
“Hey!” Another smack.
“Okay, okay! Maybe that was enough teasing… for now.”
Well, that definitely meant he would tease the fuck out of you later.
Then came the time for them to go up on stage. And you had to wait until act two.
There was a part of you that wanted to be on the other side again, just to see the play in full as a spectator. To be amazed all over again by the actors and the stage effects. But then… you wouldn’t be the one to dance with him, to subtly show him that he’s the only one constantly on your mind. Very much like the current you, you would miss his feather-light touches, him inspecting your skin with his fingertips. Even if it burned, even if it stung after by the absence, you craved more.
Before your first appearance together, he extended his gloved hand to you. “Your hand, m'lady.”
You gladly took it. Still in character off stage… or was he?
Everyone left saddened that it was over, still stunned by the contrast—Corvino/Geonhak's booming voice, that of a controlling husband, versus Volpone/Hwanwoong's at times lively and at times serene voice, the carefree swindler.
And you wonder how the hell you survived all of it. The way he caressed your cheek, like you were made of silk. Something precious to him. And yet, he had to put up a front of a materialist man, unconcerned with genuine affection. Why is he so damn good at pretending to be bad? How is he even more attractive in a villainous cloak?
He was mostly to blame for your nervousness on stage. Stealing glances your way any chance he gets, and even sending a wink your way after he heard the line: “mark these hands: / Are they not fit to stroke a lady's breasts?”
As a defense mechanism, you pretended not to fall for it and oftentimes ignored his advances. Basically, you played the role of a woman that's hard to get, but if you had to be honest, you were oh so easy when it came to Hwanwoong. His voice was enough to turn you on. Damn him.
Even the little things didn't go unnoticed. You could see beneath the mask, his gaze lingering on your shiny lips a little too long, like he was thinking of devouring them. It was torturous, especially when you recalled how he tasted you in your dreams.
He must've heard your heartbeat thumping loudly when his lips got awfully close to touching yours in the wooing scene in the third act. It didn't get any further than that to the audience's disappointment, but they certainly enjoyed the tension. You didn’t feel any different from them, especially when you felt his hand on your bare back while waltzing, still longing for his touch after he withdrew it. You were radiating heat, burning for him, from the way his breath tickled your skin.
There was the heat in his expressive eyes too, the intensity of which caused you to look away shyly. However, you weren’t completely distracted—you had to thank your muscle memory for the great execution. And him, of course, for proving himself to be an excellent instructor.
You didn’t have much experience in the dancing department, so he taught you how to look like you knew what you were doing, when the opposite was true. Somehow, you were nailing it and he offered to teach you proper some other time. Your fascination with the man grew even bigger since then.
The roaring applause after he threw one glove in surrender said everything. But you were the one who was most impressed by him. Your eyes sparkled in his presence, swayed by his graceful movements. And he knew all too well.
Whenever you appeared next to Seoho or Geonhak, you looked over to the man of your dreams—he seemed rather perturbed. Was it just for show?
Even against your better reasoning, jealousy seized you whenever he interacted with a woman, on stage or not. Another thing that didn't escape him. Unbeknownst to you, he found it endearing.
The realization properly sunk in after the show—you love him dearly. Not just as a fan anymore.
As they finished, one by one, you praised your colleagues’ performance. The guys had such long speeches, and you were impressed they could remember every detail and even improvise so effortlessly. They are longer in the game than you, after all.
Seoho was notorious for being clumsy with props during rehearsals. However, this time, he masterfully handled the sword as Bonario, Celia’s savior. His love for her, unfortunately, one-sided.
Dongju made for an exceptional butler who’s a secret mastermind, and you told him as much. His response—“I know.” You hoped to achieve at least half of his confidence.
Keonhee was Sir Politic, the laughing stock of the play's sub-plot and Volpone’s foil. Although it was a last-minute role, he did a fantastic job at making himself a fool.
And Geonhak? His snarl, the insults and venom on his tongue all too powerful. The spectators gasped each time his voice increased in volume.
Then, last to descend from the stage… him. With a picture-perfect visual and a satisfied smirk.
“I'm surprised you haven’t fallen asleep already.”
He was alluding to the times you were particularly exhausted and dozed off after rehearsals. From time to time, so did he. Curled up in a chair, he looked peaceful and undisturbed while sleeping. You had to resist the urge to tousle his fluffy hair.
His well-constructed façade quickly melted away once he saw the frown on your face. You're upset, but wherefore?
“What’s that frown on your face for? Why droops my Celia?” You pretended to be disgusted at the reference. Still, you knew that it takes him a while to get out of character. “I regret to inform you that Volpone still lives within me.”
You didn't want to enlighten him. Your sigh was long enough to tell him why you're upset before you even uttered the words, “I don't feel like I did well out there.”
“You have to be kidding. You were excellent, аnd a feast for the audience's eyes, may I add!”
“I wasn't confident the whole time. Like there were moments when I thought I would break character.”
“But you were nervous, weren't you? It wasn't so noticeable because you took the role of a distressed woman. And those thoughts are completely normal when you're just starting out.”
“But you didn't have them, did you?”
“I did. I wasn't this confident all the time.”
“You?”
“Yeah, believe it or not. There was a time when I was frustrated because I couldn't deliver my lines the way they were intended to be. It was just a skewed perception on my part. And I have my fair share of failings to seduce, while you dearie were utterly seductive without trying.”
“Oh, believe me, I tried. A lot.”
“Okay, let me show you a little something.”
He pulled out his phone and unlocked it. “I haven't seen anything yet, but I can tell you with absolute certainty that the audience adores you. Here,” he handed you his phone, “tell me what you see.”
Praises all around, mostly about you and Hwanwoong and a good amount of thirst tweets about Geonhak. Every second post was on the chemistry between you two.
First time I'm seeing chemistry between actors and not between the characters they’re playing as. The whole cast made for an incredible performance 👏👏
I swear I saw y/n blush when dancing !! So cuuteee ☺️
A few even shipped him with Dongju, who played Mosca, because of that one singular line—*“Oh, that I could transform thee to a Venus!”—*which Volpone says, impressed at Mosca’s genius. A horndog, even in both versions.
Whoever made Celia's dress deserves a French kiss 💋 And Celia/y/n herself from whoever she likes ofc 💕💘
“Whoa.” Indeed, you were astounded.
I don't care that Celia is married or that Volpone is a money-greedy piece of shit! Just kiss already damn 😔
(Joking obv, I don't condone non-con. I mean their actors should be getting it on)
“Sorry to disappoint you, buddy, but that's reserved for behind closed doors.”
You giggled and then realized a few seconds later what he said. “… Wait, what?”
“See, they love the chemistry we have! Volpone and Celia may not exactly have it, however… you and I…”
It was hard to deny it. You were simply enraptured by him.
Hwanwoong took your hand in his, carefully tracing your protruded veins with his index finger. “You made me fall in love with Celia's character. Or rather… through her I fell for you.”
He leaned closer and closer, minimizing the space between you. “You're not so innocent, just like her. I know you want to be ruined by my hand.”
He was goddamn right.
You didn't dare move. Or breathe. No… you had to breathe. Time stopped almost entirely in your eyes.
While you stood there dumbfounded, propped on the wall behind you, he lifted your chin gently. “These soft lips tempt me to an eternity of kissing…”
His voice was dangerously low and lethal. So much so that he made you wet just by speaking.
His thumb caressed your bottom lip before his lips landed on yours. Slowly he kissed his way into your mouth, his tongue slipping inside and swirling with yours. Kisses turned rougher with each passing second, claiming every bit of you, making you progressively lose yourself in them. You could drown in them forever.
Sudden shivers traveled down your spine. It wasn't like the dressing room was cold. Rather, it was his breath down your neck, and he was delighted at the little whimpers you responded with.
“How can I resist when you look so ravishing in that dress… Makes me wonder how you look underneath it…” His hand sneaked beneath the slit of your dress to grab your ass, which he definitely stared at before the play started.
You squeezed your thighs in an attempt to suppress your growing arousal. You couldn't control, however, the blush creeping up in your cheeks. A smooth talker through and through. He's definitely set his eyes on you and wasn't planning on letting you go.
He nipped your earlobe and whispered, “Now, I want you to be a good girl for me.”
His teeth grazed your shoulders—the thin strap of your dress between them falling down, slowly unwrapping you like you were a present waiting just for him.
“Such a divine body, waiting to be ruined… Don't mind if I do.”
He just had to say that and lick his lips.
No matter how hard your cunt was throbbing, no matter how badly you needed to feel him, you had to show your concern. “Someone could see us.”
“Then you can keep trying your hardest to be quiet… Or you don't have to. Your choice. As for me, I'd like you to be as loud as you can.”
You gulped when you felt his hard-on pressed flush against you. He knows and will make sure you’re going to be loud. Unbelievable.
The moment his fingers found your left nipple, you closed your eyes tightly. The tiniest bit of contact made you jerk uncontrollably, even making you hit your arm against a cabinet. “Shit!”
Someone must've heard that.
You tried to stifle the moans by biting your lips as he toyed with your nipples, but it was no use. They escaped like freed prisoners from your mouth every time you breathed out. “Woong-!”
“Let go. Give in to the feeling...”
To make it even harder for you to keep quiet, he started using his tongue to stimulate them. “Fuck- ah!”
“How I love to hear you swear… Sweet music to my ears.”
You grabbed his soft hair before you could knock something over. It was a struggle to keep your eyes open due to the overwhelming pleasure. But you wanted to see.
“Hold this for me, would you?” Your hands took hold of the front part of your dress.
A sneaky hand started taking off your panties, the moist fabric no longer stuck to your skin. One slick finger entered the passage between your walls, scooping some of your juices. Then two.
“Oh my. How soaking wet you are!”
It was then you realized that he cornered you right next to the big mirror. You could see your flushed face and his hand poking far deep in you. With his other hand, he comes back to your nipple for twice the impact.
“Nghh- ah-!”
“You’re doing great, love. Keep moaning like that…”
Your knees threatened to give away. You squirmed as he protruded deeper, stuck between defiance and submission. But gradually, you leaned more and more towards the latter.
In a state of great deliriousness, you grabbed his hand and pulled it out of you. You aimed to suck his finger, tasting yourself in the process.
He was entirely taken aback. “Haah… Y-you're amazing…”
Next thing, he kneeled and placed himself under you. Right between your thighs, spreading them apart. Oh lord. He's thirsty.
In the reflection of the mirror, you saw his tongue in its full glory. He wasn’t kidding.
He knew exactly where to start licking—your g-spot was instantly assaulted by his wide tongue. The selfsame tongue whose length you unintentionally learned about.
You felt dizziness consume you, another orgasm incoming, but he held you steadfast. You weren't going anywhere until he licked every last bit of cum off of you.
Once he did, he stood up to look at you, with eyes full of adoration and pussy-drunkenness.
When you felt something else touch your folds, your eyes significantly widened. He’s been aching to feel you too. “You're driving me crazy, you know that?”
He embraced you tightly. You sat like that, melting into each other, for a good few minutes. So close to becoming one with him. With bated breath, you waited. Finally you managed to utter something. “I won't be able to see you the same way after this…”
“While I'm ecstatic to hear that with how good I made you feel, it pains me that we have to stop here.” He withdrew his length from between your thighs and started zipping up his pants.
Question marks surrounded you. “W-what?”
Then you heard them.
Footsteps. Geonhak's.
You straightened your clothes and held your breath. Fuck, what if he heard?
“So, will you two fi-”
He stopped in his tracks once he faced you. He eyed you and then Hwanwoong with a dose of suspicion. It wasn't hard for him to spot the differences from when he saw you an hour earlier—loosened collar, straps down your shoulder, smudged lipstick all over your faces. “You two have definitely been up to something, but I'll keep my mouth shut.”
“I would appreciate it if you did.” You still felt partly embarrassed.
However, Hwanwoong felt differently on the matter. “Who's to say you have to? We have no reason to be ashamed. Especially not in front of a friend. Isn't that right, y/n?”
“I suppose we don't.”
A faint disappointment could be traced in Geonhak's eyes. He had to clarify several times before that you were only friends, so why would he be disappointed? Unless…
“Heh, I can see it in your eyes. You want to join us.” Hwanwoong said, accompanied by a mischievous glint.
“Is it true, oppa?” You called Geonhak jokingly. Both you, Hwanwoong and the whole cast enjoyed teasing him.
Geonhak gulped, his expression mildly faltering. “N-no. And don't ask me again.” He left with a slightly droopy head. Another thing that left was the embarrassment you felt.
You thought that Hwanwoong wasn't the jealous type. But the way he looked at you after Geonhak saw himself out made your stomach drop. “I didn't say you could call him that.”
“You didn't say anything at all, yes.”
“Touché.”
You asked him with a playful tone, “Do you want me to call you that?”
“… Mayhaps I do.”
It was an interesting role reversal—Corvino the raven has a momentary lapse of judgement and shares his wife with the fox. Behind the scenes, the fox Hwanwoong is willing to share you with the raven Geonhak instead, because he has a hunch.
The actors of Corvino, Celia, and Volpone having a threesome—sounds like something a fan would think of. That would become real soon enough.
“He isn't going to admit it, but I'm almost certain that Geonhak's secretly a voyeur. I just don't have solid proof yet.” He traced his teeth with his long tongue. That same tongue that licked you senseless.
“Then, I'm willing to test that theory out for you,” you proclaimed.
“Wow, look at you, unleashing your inner freakiness!” He was truly astonished. “Should I fear you’ll overtake my position, love?”
“Not so soon, sweetie.” On the inside, you marveled at the idea. “Looks like I got my confidence back, thanks to you. You rewired my brain chemistry in miraculous ways.”
“And there are even more miraculous ways to come! What do you say… we continue what our lovely colleague and friend intercepted someplace else?”
You were so stupidly in love with him.
Afterwards, you remembered your friend's prediction…
“You're going to hit it big with... someone you admire from afar, and you secretly wish you were them because they look so effortless at what they do.”
Well, you most certainly hit the jackpot.
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