#lee wonho scenarios

[sotteoks]

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──★ ˙pairing: Wonho aka Lee Hoseok x Fem!Reader ──★ ˙word count: 7.9k ──★ ˙summary: adjusting to the modern world as a centuries old vampire has been mostly easy for you. however, you can’t recall the last time you’ve had a meal that makes you want to go back for seconds. ──★ ˙contents: gymrat!wonho duh, vampire!reader, SMUT

warnings below the cut!

──★ ˙warnings: very very brief mentions of substance use, p*rn with just a crumb of a plot, biting, mentions of blood, switch!wonho, oral (m receiving), handjob, light overstimulation, fingering, squirting, mating press position, unprotected sex + creampie, please let me know if i missed anything ! ⸜ (｡˃ ᵕ ˂) ⸝

Searching the streets just for a fix. It’s demeaning, depressing and outright pathetic. But it is the price you must pay for becoming complacent and thinking that the hospital wouldn’t cut you off at some point with how much of a glutton you’ve become since finding out that in the city, money and influence is the easiest way to get what you want. 

Three month waiting period for just a few pints of blood, my ass you bitterly muttered as you recalled your last visit. The hospital staff was lucky that you had some regard for human life or else you would have simply cleared the blood bank out and possibly killed their personnel for denying you. However, causing a commotion like that would mean risking being chased out of the country and you were just now getting adjusted to life here. 

In a superficial modern society with impossible beauty standards and an emphasis on being ‘healthy’ you thought that it would have been a breeze finding someone to feed on. Much to your dismay, a lot of the upper class social circle you had infiltrated was nothing but a bunch of people who only looked perfect on the outside but were practically decaying on the inside. Disgusted was an understatement for how you felt when you discovered that even those who had the means to eat the best foods in the world, access to top of the line healthcare and the best personal trainers were still such revolting sacks of flesh. They were nothing but a human version of the picturesque fruits you would come across in grocery stores, just to bite into them and find that they were tasteless or on the verge of rotting. 

The mere memory of your first time in an upscale nightclub is able to induce gagging as you recall the overwhelming stench of putrid blood best described as rusting nails soaked in vinegar and sulfur that surrounded you. A lack of nutrients in the name of trying to stay as thin as possible was the culprit. Substance use often sullied the taste of blood as well, but with the stresses of modern society you understood why people would turn to things like nicotine, alcohol, and the harder drugs to be able to feel okay. Blood from a person who was barely getting enough nutrients as is and used things such as nicotine or amphetamines to further stave off their appetite was sickening enough to send you into a rage. Yet it was something you had been coming across more and more frequently no matter where you ventured on this spinning blue marble called Earth. 

And oftentimes, it was what you would have to settle for if you wanted to stay alive. If you had known humanity would come to this, you would have let yourself die eons ago with your loved ones instead of wandering the Earth alone and outliving everyone you had ever grown fond of. 

Food is not only a source of energy and necessity for maintaining bodily function. It’s a part of culture and it has the capacity to make people happy. Much like the average human craves the joy of experiencing fine dining at some point in their life or has a favorite food they would like to indulge in, you found yourself craving the blood of someone who ate healthy, took care of their body and abstained from excessive substance use. With the decrease in accessibility to quality blood, the joy of feeding was gone therefore making staying alive feel like a chore. 

Letting your sense of smell be your guide rather than waste anymore time walking around aimlessly, your feet followed where your nose led them to. Walking through the city streets at night, there were tons of different scents to be picked up, most of them being unpleasant, but the smell of the finest blood is sweet enough to cut through it all. As you continued down the block, the smell would become overwhelmingly strong and outshine the stench of—must? 

Finally looking up, you find that your feet have carried you to a gym. One would think that the gym would have been an obvious place for you to lurk around if you wanted someone with tasty blood, but you had been around during the 1980s steroids boom—combine that with all the fad diets that had came and went, even the people who followed strict regimens in order to look like the epitome of physical health with their low body fat and high muscle percentage were just beefier versions of the rich, waifish looking socialites you called ‘friends’. 

Seeing that you weren’t dressed to go to the gym, you wouldn’t dare enter the premises out of fear of attracting unnecessary attention. Lingering around the outside, you’re able to peek through the glass doors and are surprised to see just how many people were exercising at the late hours. Even with enhanced senses, you couldn’t narrow down who had been the source of the delectable fragrance with just vision and there were still too many different scents in the area. Pacing back and forth, you contemplate if you have enough energy to utilize a different vampiric ability to lure out the person you were after. 

While lost in thought, the sound of footsteps approaching causes you to snap back into the present moment and panic as you realize just how out of place you must have looked. Examining your surroundings, you notice the nearby bus stop and dash to take a seat at the bench under the covered port. Listening closely for the footsteps, your acute hearing allows you to deduce that the person heading your direction was exiting the very gym you were lurking in front of. And it seems like Lady Luck is finally on your side as that sweet smell you were after was growing stronger as this person neared you. Despite this person still being at least twenty feet away, their scent intoxicates you and makes your stomach twist with this primal desire; truly testing your restraint. The delicious blend of such perfect, untainted blood with hints of sweat and remnants of this fresh scent— maybe from a shower earlier or from their laundry— has you practically salivating. Your hands had been casually resting atop your knees as you sat down but when you lower your head, you see your fingertips digging into your flesh as a means of relieving the tension in your body.  

Without even looking up you can feel them heading your direction, the heat radiating off their body and their pheromones taunting you as their scent is so overwhelming you could practically taste it. Forcing yourself to focus before they get any closer, you pick apart the notes of their natural perfume and decipher their profile; your target was male, late twenties to early thirties, and in nearly optimal physical health. You could sniff out a few deficiencies in some vitamins and minerals but in comparison to most you had come across, he was perfect to you. What made him even more ideal in your eyes is that you didn’t even have to exert any energy trying to lure him toward you; it was almost like some sort of natural magnetism had brought him your way.  All that was left for you to do was to seal the deal. 

“Hey, I know I’m a little sweaty but is it fine if I take the seat next to you?” A voice gently asks you, in contrast to the mildly intimidating shadow they cast over you. “I just did leg day and I’m starting to feel it already.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s fine.” You awkwardly reply as you try to regain composure before facing the stranger. Looking up, you catch sight of the boyishly charming face that doesn’t quite match the muscular body it’s attached to but nonetheless, he’s a sight for sore eyes and the appealing aesthetic is enough to cause you to perk up in excitement. “Are you a member of that gym?” you question in an attempt to keep conversation going despite already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, it’s one of the nicer gyms in the area.” He replies casually. “Since I didn’t see you in the gym, where are you coming from?”

You can’t help but smile at his naturally friendly disposition, knowing just how little effort it’ll be to get into his head when the time is right. Not only would you have a satisfying meal tonight, it was going to be as easy as taking candy from a baby. 

“I was looking for a treat at the cafe across the street.” You lie easily, gesturing to the aforementioned building. “But seeing the gym made me lose my appetite.” you add in with a small laugh. 

“I’ve thought about stopping by that place but it would defeat the purpose of me going to the gym.” The stranger laughs along with you, contributing to the lighthearted mood of the conversation between the two of you. 

Sensing that the bus was approaching soon, you now have to make the decision of how aggressively you want to pursue your meal. Should you slowly seduce him with natural charm or would it be better to eliminate any chances of him rejecting you?

“There’s nothing wrong with the occasional treat—especially if you have a good time burning off the calories.” You remark playfully, eyes catching his and carefully reading his expression; and maybe taking a peek into his soul and inner thoughts for the hell of it.

 Just as intended, he had registered your words as vaguely amorous and he was flustered over it. The desire to entertain the flirty conversation is there, but he’s a bit shy and you’ve temporarily left him at a loss for words. Oftentimes you had loathed being immortal for so long however, in this moment you’re thankful you had been around long enough to master the gift of telepathy or else you would have interpreted the handsome man’s lack of response as him being put off by your approach. 

“Maybe we can exercise together sometime.” He says, trying his best to keep cool. “My name is Hoseok, by the way.”

You tell him your name and manage to exchange contact information right before the bus arrives. Part of you had anticipated the two of you to part ways at this point and you actually would have to hijack control over the situation and take things into your own hands but much to your surprise, Hoseok seems to have no qualms about inviting you out for drinks at a bar near his place. You have to bite back a laugh at how absurdly easy he’s making things for you without even knowing it, making the prospect of feeding on him even more exciting for you. 

Without hesitating, you accept his invite; teasing him and questioning if it was common for him to ask strangers he meets at bus stops for drinks to which he’s only able to respond to with a sheepish laugh. Going along with your banter, he points out how quickly you agreed to spend time with him and you’re backed into a corner; briefly wondering if you should give another go at reading his thoughts. Ultimately, you decide against it in the name of conserving more energy and not wanting to risk bleeding him dry when you finally get your chance to sink your teeth into him. Such a fine piece of man, it’s hard for you to decide where you want to get your first taste. Lean muscle with a low body fat percentage meant biting into his flesh would have the perfect amount of tenderness and juiciness; the idea of it makes your tongue feel heavy in your mouth as you start salivating once more.

Your hunger is only exacerbated by the fact that the bus is packed despite the late hour, forcing you and Hoseok to be packed against each other like sardines. So many other bloodbags- bodies surround you in the small space but the only thing on your mind is him. Your senses desire only him; to smell him and to taste him mostly but touching him and even just looking at him is exciting in their own way. As you hungrily eye the bulky man standing in front of you while his gaze is elsewhere, you can’t help but wonder if he would even feel that much pain if you bit him. 

The bus braking aggressively after nearly zooming past a stop with one lone rider waiting causes a majority of the standing passengers to lose balance. 

You and Hoseok included. 

Stumbling slightly, you try to regain your hold on the handrail above your head only to have another passenger knock into you and cause your body to collide with Hoseok’s. Your first instinct is to mentally curse yourself for being so lost in your thoughts that your reflexes don’t kick in. The second thing that goes through your mind is losing your footing like that probably made you look more human anyway so it’s not something you should shame yourself for. And the third thing, perhaps the most maddening thought, is just how warm and sturdy Hoseok’s frame feels against yours. Time seems to slow down as one of his arms wrap around your shoulders in an almost protective manner as he asks if you’re alright. 

On the outside, you give him a small nod of reassurance but on the inside, you’re struggling to keep your cool as you practically feel drunk after getting that close to him. It took every fiber of your being to not sink your fangs into him when you landed face first into his chest. Without even realizing it, you had been trembling from just how excited the physical contact made you and Hoseok had interpreted it as you being cold so he pulled you in even closer. 

Your heart thuds against your chest so loud, you can barely hear Hoseok’s thoughts when you read them again. 

Something, something— maybe we should just skip the bar and drink at my place. 

The rest of his thoughts register to you as just a slurry of word soup with no real meaning because of your inability to focus. You’re so out of sorts just by being in his personal space, you accidentally leave the channel for telepathic communication open right as you think about just how much you crave him. 

Right after the thought is completed, you panic and realize he wasn’t meant to hear that; but after that slip up, you wonder if he’s even able to comprehend what just happened. You coyly peek at him through your lashes to gauge his expression but his eyes seem to be fixed on the streets outside of the window as he waits for the bus to arrive at his stop. As much as you desperately want to read his thoughts once more, you had already overdone it. Your body feels just a tad heavier as you let yourself lean further into Hoseok as a means of support, wishing that the trip was over already. Hunger and lust no longer seem like two separate emotions with each second that passes while you’re in his presence. All you want is to—

“Oh, this is our stop.” Hoseok finally says to you after what felt like ages of not speaking; but realistically it was closer to five minutes. The two of you make your way past the other riders and get off the bus, making you realize just how suffocated you felt being in such a small enclosed space with Hoseok’s scent tempting and teasing you. Finally being able to breathe in the cool, night air you’re able to think straight again. Or at least, gain as much clarity as you can with him still being in the vicinity.  

“Do you wanna skip the bar and just get some drinks from the convenience store then go back to your place?” You suggest, laying the charm on thick as you smile at him. 

And of course, since he had already considered this, he agrees. 

Finally getting back to his apartment, you’re encompassed by his fragrance and no longer have to worry about any repercussions of what could happen if you were to lose your grip. The first thing you notice after being invited in was the accent table in the entryway. Your eyes are drawn to the catchall bowl that sits atop it with a lone key fob inside. Just by the smell, you knew for sure Hoseok lived alone, so obviously the car key had to belong to him. But if that was the case, why would he take public transportation? The only logical assumption was that his car wasn’t working right and it was just fate for you to meet him tonight. 

“I’m gonna shower since I didn’t get to take one at the gym, is that cool?” Hoseok asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Only if you're giving me an invitation for me to join.” You tease, watching the tips of his ears flush a light red color at your bold statement. “I’m kidding, but don’t make me wait too long.”

The two of you share a few more jokes and laughs before he finally goes to take a shower. Just as you wished, Hoseok didn’t keep you waiting for long. He returns to the living room where you had been sitting patiently in a plain t-shirt and grey sweats while drying his hair with a towel. Stray droplets of water bead around his neck and hairline just be wiped away with the cloth as he stalks toward you. Settling down on the couch beside you, the two of you resume the playful conversation from earlier while sharing a few bottles of soju between the two of you. 

Carefully pacing yourself, you make sure Hoseok drinks more than you as you pour him shot after shot; encouraging him to indulge himself after a  good workout even when he says he needs to take it easy. However, it’s crucial for you to get him to at least match the level of inebriation that you were currently at just from being in his presence. Even without utilizing your vampiric powers, you note how much influence you have over him and how willing he is to listen. 

“You know, you don’t have to get me drunk to fuck.” He slurs slightly before chuckling as you pour him another drink.

“You can see right through me.” You play along with him, setting down the bottle and then nudging his glass in his direction. “So, it’s fine if I do this?” Inviting yourself into Hoseok’s personal space, you perch yourself on his lap with your lips ghost along his neck as you await his reply.  

“Y-yeah.” He stutters out as he feels your tongue poke out to lap at his skin and baring your fangs, letting him feel the pointed canines right before sinking them into his flesh. You retreat for only a mere few seconds to admire the two parallel puncture wounds that mark his once flawless skin. Diving right back as the two little holes start to drip out the crimson liquid you had been craving all night, you feed on him eagerly. 

Just as expected, he tastes absolutely divine. It’s hard for you to pull away from him because every time you think about it, you just want to sink your teeth into a different part of his body and see if some places taste better than others. On top of that, he’s such a delight to feed on him as he just gives in to you; letting himself be lulled into unconsciousness. Despite the amount of blood you were suckling from his neck, that wasn’t enough to stop blood from rushing between his legs and causing his not so little friend to start poking you in the butt. 

It seems that you had underestimated just how bewitched you had Hoseok. Wrapped around your pretty little finger, he probably wouldn’t have minded you bleeding him dry. But during the few hours you’ve known him you have grown quite fond of him yourself. You would hate to cut your time together short. Mustering up the will, you finally pull away from his neck, making sure not to leave a single drop left behind after finally getting a good meal. 

Seeing that he was passed out and probably having some sort of erotic dream about you, you get up from his lap and peruse around his apartment; getting acquainted with the layout and seeing what things he had kept around. Locating a paper to-do list on the fridge, you quickly scribble your name and number as it seemed like the polite thing to do since you were leaving without bidding him goodbye. 

And with that, you see yourself out. 

In the following weeks, you thought that you would be fine. You went out and did your thing as usual. But Hoseok remained at the front of your mind at all times. He texted you the day after you went to his apartment, having no clear recollection of what happened. Despite how much you enjoyed talking to him and wanted to see him again, you denied all of his offers to hang out again mainly out of fear of losing control in his presence. But the fact he always wanted to see during daylight hours played a factor in it as well. 

It had been so long that you had experienced an emotion like this. You weren’t sure how to cope. Being careful about not killing those you feed on had always been something you worried about; but to feel even an ounce of guilt after feeding on someone was strange. As tasty as he was and how much you craved him, the idea of feeding on him again made you feel bad. 

But of course, the universe works in mysterious ways and you would cross paths with him again. 

Under flashy club lights, celebrating a friend’s birthday was the last place you expected to run into Hoseok. Before you saw him with your eyes, you were able to sniff out his delectable fragrance.  

I guess the city is smaller than I thought. 

You muse to yourself as you sip on your cocktail, very aware of how his scent was growing stronger and stronger until he finally made his way to the VIP section you were seated at with your friends. Not wanting to deal with any awkward conversations about why you’ve been avoiding him, you quietly disappear amongst the large group of people and scurry off to get lost on the dance floor. But it’s just no use. The natural connection between you and Hoseok strikes again. 

Your time dancing alone doesn’t last very long because some random guy thought it would be appropriate to join you. You turn around to tell him off but he won’t take no for an answer, souring your mood to the point of contemplating playing along with him just so you could suck the literal life from him. However, before the opportunity would arise, a familiar shadow looms over you from behind.

Luckily for you, Hoseok’s mere presence is enough to get the weird guy to take a hint and leave. 

Maybe it’s the liquor in your system. Maybe it’s the fact that whenever you’re around him, he serves as your own personal brand of heroin—the dramatic metaphor Edward Cullen used to describe Bella was the only way you could describe your feelings— but you’re not thinking straight when you lean into Hoseok’s firm body, finding comfort in him after the odd encounter you just had. His firm chest is pressed up against your back so you don’t have to worry about getting lost in his eyes. Not yet at least. You take it upon yourself to reach for his arms and wrap them around your waist, urging him to dance with you. 

“I thought you were avoiding me, what happened?” Hoseok playfully asks, leaning in close to your ear so you could hear him over the music. It’s such a simple action, but the sound of voice paired with his breath fanning over your neck sends a tingle of excitement down your spine. 

“I thought I was, too.” You admit with a small laugh, turning your body in his arms in order to face him. “I wasn’t prepared to see you here.”

“Can you tell me why?” He questions as his expression turns serious.

Eyes meeting his, you can detect the slightest bit of hurt under all the confusion and curiosity. It tugs at your heart to see him wearing that emotion. So much so, it compels you to do the unthinkable. 

Wanna know a secret? You tilt your head curiously as you look up at him.

Hoseok’s expression morphs into one of surprise as he realizes that he heard your words but didn’t see your lips move. And even if your lips had moved, it would have been impossible to hear you as clearly as he did. It’s almost as if— 

I’m in your thoughts.

Silently, you create some distance from him as you remove his arms from your body just to take his hand into yours and lead him away from the crowd. Weaving through the crowd of people, the two of you go out a backdoor that had been propped open as a feeble attempt to get more airflow into the venue. In the empty alley, the air is dramatically cooler and less humid than inside; it’s refreshing. 

“Wanna take a guess about what’s going on?” You ask him as a dallying grin tugs at the corner of your lips. “Don’t say your answer out loud. Just think about it.”

In every single way, the current situation Hoseok finds himself in right now is the opposite of the scenes from Twilight. Yet, it’s the only parallel he could draw right now as he sees your pointed teeth glint under the moonlight. 

You could read his mind. You turned down all of his invites for morning coffee dates or lunch. He first met you at night and now he’s seeing you once again under the blanket of nightfall. Before he passed out from what he originally thought was him being too drunk, he remembered you being very interested in his neck. 

But those things could be just coincidences, right? 

Vampires aren’t real.

Or are they? 

Possible proof could be standing right in front of him but the fear of dying in order to find out the truth about what’s supposed to be a fictional creature terrifies him.

“I would never dream of killing you.” You say softly, a small laugh escaping you. “If I wasn’t worried about accidentally bleeding you dry, I wouldn’t have avoided you.”

The sudden confession eases Hoseok’s nerves; but it creates new questions in his mind. Questions that you listen in on and you’re more than happy to answer. 

A combination of thoughts with a few more spoken words sprinkled into the mix are exchanged between the two of you before both of you agree on returning to Hoseok’s apartment. 

As soon as you make it through the door, you’re all over each other. You move so quickly, it makes Hoseok’s head spin. In just one blink, you had him pushed up against his front door as soon as it closed. While kissing his neck, eager fingers unbuttoning the dress shirt he was wearing. Your lips follow the trail of exposed skin, going lower and lower until you encounter a new obstruction. 

His pants.  

A soft hand reaches to grasp the semi-erect length hiding under the fabric. Giving it a firm squeeze, you feel it twitch under your touch and grow harder. The little movement amuses you more than you should as Hoseok lets out little whimpers so you repeat the motion until you’ve gotten him fully hard. 

“Please,” He whines out. “Touch me more.”

The desperation in his voice is so endearing, it makes you almost want to give in to him. Your fingers slowly inch closer to his belt buckle and you take your time undoing it. Hoseok’s eyes watch every languid action, silently wishing you would pick up the pace. Even if he knows that you could read his thoughts, it doesn’t stop him from thinking about what he wants you to do for him and to him.

“Let me have just one thing. And I’ll do whatever you want.” You say, looking up at him as you yank his belt out of the loops of his pants. “Will you let me have it?’

Without even bothering to question your conditions, Hoseok nods eagerly. Too far gone with lust, he would let you have anything as long as it meant feeling more of your touch. But of course, this type of response is exactly what you expected from him and it pleases you. 

Making quick work of the button and zipper on his pants, you hastily yank the fabric down his oh so muscular legs; watching him carelessly kick away the garment once it pools at his ankles. Your hands run up and down his thighs, enjoying the way the muscle feels under your palms before you move in closer; lips ghosting along his inner thigh. Hoseok tenses ever so slightly as you litter kisses so dangerously close to where he wants you but not quite making contact. 

Hoseok maintains a close eye on all your actions, anticipating what’s next. But his eyes just can’t keep up with you. He doesn’t see your fangs drag against his skin; he can only feel it but he just assumes it’s your regular teeth. Until he feels a small prick into the meat of his thigh and the sensation of liquid running down his leg. He’s only able to get a glimpse of red dripping along his thigh before your tongue is chasing after it and licking it away. Your mouth covers the two miniscule holes on his thigh before you start suckling. 

His head falls back in bliss at the suction on such a sensitive area but he starts to feel lightheaded due to the blood loss. Lapsing in and out of consciousness, he can’t focus on a single thing except for how hard it is to stay afloat. 

“Don’t pass out on me now.” You coo gently, digging your nails into his thigh as means of keeping him awake. 

Eyes fluttering open at the sound of your words, his gaze returns to you and it’s almost like pure energy was injected into his veins when he sees you pulling off his boxer briefs. He holds his breath as his length practically springs out of its confines. A pearly bead of precum decorates the tip of his cock, prompting you to lap it up. The warmth of your tongue surprises Hoseok and elicits a small gasp of pleasure from him; only for it to turn into a shaky moan as your hand moves to grasp the base of his cock. Placing a gentle kiss on the tip, you feel his cock pulse under your lips before finally taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it.  

“Oh fuck—” Hoseok whimpers, encouraging you to take more of him down your throat. With your hand carefully stroking whatever you couldn’t take, you hollow your cheeks and suck him off with a hunger that matches his neediness. 

After all, you did tell him you would do whatever he wanted if he let you have what you wanted.  And being able to get inside of his head took a lot of the guesswork out of it. 

Your tongue is set flat against the underside of his cock, massaging the area with the utmost care as one of the veins throbs with every motion you make. The prettiest moans and whimpers keep falling from him, it’s impossible for you to ignore your desire to keep hearing more of them. So of course, your natural course of action is to not just keep going; but to up the intensity for him.

Just having your lips stretched around his thick length has drool pooling in your mouth and threatening to spill out. As you push yourself further along his cock, greedily cramming the entirety of it past your throat, so much saliva has gathered it doesn’t just help ease him deeper inside; it also starts running down your chin. 

Hoseok can barely stand to look at you at this point; the visual is so stimulating it makes him want to cum just from the sight. All of his thoughts are scrambled and he can barely find the words to tell you how good it feels to have you deepthroating his cock with so much gusto. Only a series of gasps and whiny moans are able to come out of him as he feels himself melting under your touch, the door against his back being the only source of stability he has since his legs were starting to feel like jelly trying to keep himself up. The warm heaven your mouth and throat send him to is almost too much to take—especially when paired with the lewd sounds of you gagging on his cock and his thoughts of how good your pussy must feel—

“Please—” Hoseok rasps out, a shaky hand reaching for the back of your head.

“You want to stop already?” You ask mockingly as you pull your mouth off of him, opting to slowly jack him off; the slick sounds of your hand tugging on his length filling in the silence between you as he tries to find the words to convey his feelings. “We’re just getting started.” You pout, moving your hand slower as you enjoy the salacious noises created by his sopping wet cock being pumped by you.

“N-no! Don’t stop, it’s too good.” He cries out, feeling your grip tighten each time it passes over the sensitive tip of his cock. “It’s so fucking good.” He gasps, writhing under your touch as more pre cum leaks out of him adding to the wet mess of saliva you had created and contributing to the sloppy symphony as you pleasure him with your hand.

“Please what, then? What do you want?” You taunt, looking up at him as you feel his cock throbbing under your touch. 

His face is flushed as he shyly meets your intense gaze, trying not to stumble on his words after trying so hard to string together a coherent sentence. 

“Please…let me cum.” He barely gets out, another pathetic moan nearly cutting him off mid sentence. 

Your hand picks up the pace; coaxing him to his finish but as he needily bucks into your fist, you decide to let Hoseok chase after his own climax just for your own amusement. Watching him closely, you observe how his chest rises and falls quicker with his moans coming more frequently. He was so beautiful like this, he could probably make the Greek gods green with envy. His body tenses as his orgasm rapidly builds. With one more tight tug of his cock, his seed spills all over your hand, some of it falling into your lap. 

Your hand slows down, but you don’t stop your ministrations as you force Hoseok to ride out his climax no matter how much he whines. 

“I’m so sensitive. It’s too much.” He pants out; yet his body says otherwise as he’s still bucking into your hand, the sticky mess of cum making him glide in and out of your fist easier. 

“You like it though,” You laugh as you give his cock another squeeze, prompting more of the milky substance to seep out of the tip. “You really wanna end it here?” 

Standing up from your kneeling position, you finally release his cock from your hold and lap up the secretion clinging to your skin while observing Hoseok’s current state. His eyes are glossed over, in a daze as he watches you hungrily lick his cum off of your fingers. It isn’t until you have swallowed the last drop, he recovers from his post orgasm haze and feels revitalized. You can practically see the life return in his eyes and the moment he regains his energy, his posture straightens before lunging forward to toss you over his shoulder then haul you to his bedroom. 

For a human, he moves pretty swiftly and it impresses you. You’re further enamored by his strength; knowing that being able to lift you so easily was no feat to scoff at. When he tosses you onto the mattress, it causes the short cocktail dress you had been wearing to ride up and conveniently exposes your lace panties to him.

Hoseok is only able to admire you for a few seconds before the urge to touch you overwhelms him. Mentally, he wrestles with whether he should go straight for the treasure between your legs or if he should ease into it and take his time. But of course, you make the choice easy when you’re able to pick up on those thoughts. He looms over you, caging you in his arms, looking down at you with lust thinly veiled by that boyish charm you find yourself so enthralled by.

One hand slips into the fabric of your panties, making your lips part in a silent gasp. Hoseok’s touch is rough against your skin and he moves with an eagerness that excites your senses. His fingers gently gather the arousal that was leaking out of you before going to circle your swollen clit, causing a small moan to escape you. He’s fascinated by your mere existence; he didn’t think that the flesh of a vampire could be so warm. He wants to feel more of you.

Rather than rely on you telling him how to do things, Hoseok is eager to learn how to please you; letting your noises and body’s reactions guide him. Massaging your clit at varying speeds and pressures; bringing you so close to climaxing just from stimulating the small bundle of nerves then stopping when you were about to cum. He was a more attentive lover than you could have imagined and it doesn’t take long until you’re practically dripping all over his fingers and pleading for him to put them inside you. Not one to disappoint, he tears your skimpy underwear off your body; tossing the tattered fabric off to the side carelessly.  

His digits were completely covered in your arousal after the lewd petting so when he goes to slip his middle finger into your weeping hole, it slides in easily and is immediately followed by a second. You moan out loud at the intrusion and instinctively pull Hoseok in for a kiss to quiet yourself. His kisses are slow and tender, a stark contrast to the way his thick fingers fuck your sopping cunt. The heat of his lips against yours is an addictive sensation, but you end up breaking the kiss when his fingers roughly thrust into the sensitive, spongy spot within your walls. 

“Feel good?” He gently asks as his fingers slow down, deliberately rubbing up against that spot with more vigor. You think you let out some sort of positive affirmation to him—you’re not sure because your mind can only focus on how good you’re feeling—but his fingers pick up the pace once more, his palm slapping against your clit every time he thrusts deep inside. 

“F-fuck, just like that.” You slur, bucking your hips against his fingers, desperate to reach your climax and regain at least some of your mental clarity.

It’s impossible to ignore the slick noises your cunt makes as Hoseok’s fingers work to coax your climax out of you. You’re writhing against the sheets as the two digits inside you pound into you at an ungodly pace; and just when you thought it couldn’t get better, you feel his thumb rubbing at your clit to give you consistent stimulation there. The white hot heat that pools in the pit of your stomach burns brighter and hotter with every action Hoseok makes; your legs shaking and moans constantly pouring from your lips. With a shrill exclamation of his name, your back arches off of the mattress, vision going blurry. You can barely process what’s happening as before you’re squirting all over his fingers and soiling the sheets beneath you.

Eyes fluttering closed, you take a moment to yourself to even out your breathing and gather your thoughts. The bunched up fabric around your midsection suddenly feels constricting despite you having it on for a good portion of the evening so you take it upon yourself to yank it off your body as Hoseok’s fingers help you ride out the remains of your climax.

He had been eyeing your juicy pussy the whole time. Watching you squirt was one of the most erotic things he’s seen and he desperately wants a taste of you. The only thing stopping him is his uncertainty about whether you would like it if he dove back in so soon after your orgasm.  His thoughts are so loud now that you’re not so consumed with lust.   

Unfortunately for him, eating you out is a privilege he has not earned yet. He would have to wait for another time. You can see his expression briefly become sullen once you relay the thought to him, but you put an emphasis on the fact that there will be a next time which makes him perk right up.

 So, for now he would be satisfied with licking your remains off of his fingers after he pulls them out of you. 

“Oh, wow.” You muse as you prop yourself up on your elbows, getting a better look at him. “Your little friend is up after I fed on you and milked you dry? Aren’t you something special?” 

Your gaze fixes itself between Hoseok’s legs and you wonder how long he had been sporting that hard on; and also, why on Earth did it look bigger than before? In all your time of being alive and playing with your food, never had you seen a man so lively after being drained of two bodily fluids. 

Sitting back on his knees and no longer looking down at you, he blesses you with some more eye candy; letting you ogle at him for a bit and really take in just how well built he was. Your eyes trail up the expanse of his body before you meet his and realize the needy expression he now wears.

“Can I please fuck you now?” He asks the dirty question so sweetly, how could you possibly say no? The mere sound of his words make you wanna jump on him. The only thing that stops you from doing so is the fact that you wanna know what exactly he’s capable of. 

Beckoning him closer to you, you invite Hoseok to fill the space between your parted legs, silently relinquishing all control to him. 

With one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, you watch as he taps the swollen head against your overly sensitive clit; a shiver running down your spine at the sensation. You’re only able to watch in a lust filled haze as Hoseok drags his cock against your pussy, happily coating it in your arousal. Once his thick length is nice and wet, he eases the tip into you slowly. Just as the first inch slides in, you feel your toes go numb as he stretches you out. As Hoseok sinks deeper into you, your eyes roll back at the pain laced with pleasure. He may have done an amazing job at making you cum with his fingers, but now your walls were so tight and sensitive; trying to take in the girth of his cock isn’t easy. It hurts but you’re begging him for more; and Hoseok eagerly obliges, filling you up to the hilt and just admiring the way your cunt molds to fit him. 

Taking a hold of your thighs in each hand, he pushes them against your chest, leaving your ankles to dangle over his shoulders. Leaning into you, the weight of his body presses you into this excruciating folded position but the mild discomfort is easily overshadowed by just how deep you feel his cock. His balls press against your ass, catching the arousal that leaks from your center before his hips draw back just to deliver you a hard thrust that sets the tone for the rest that follow, a choked out gasp slips out of you. 

Your eyes roll back into your head as Hoseok fucks you into the sheets, your mind becoming scrambled and only able to focus on how good he makes you feel. Good was a gross understatement for the pleasure he gives you but it would have to suffice with how hazy your mind was.

It doesn’t take long until he’s desperately rutting into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixed in with your moans and Hoseok’s heavy panting filling his otherwise silent bedroom.   

“Oh my god,” He rasps out. “How are you so wet?” His question comes out as a breathless whisper. Both of you are able to feel the gush of arousal that seeps out of your pussy at the sound of his voice but rather than make another comment on it, he thrusts into you faster. You snap out of your daze just to watch Hoseok’s head fall back as he loses himself in the feeling of how wet and warm your walls around his cock. 

“There, fuck, right there!” You barely get out between moans as the angle of his thrusts shift ever so slightly and hits that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Half lidded eyes focus on how much more attractive he appears as he’s pounding away at your g-spot, eager to make you cum again. 

Your legs shake and your moans get breathier and whinier. All the tell tale signs of you being extremely close to cumming were there, but it still took you by surprise when your walls squeezed down impossibly tight on his dick. You shiver as your climax hits you, your juices trickling down on to his length that’s still moving in and out of you as he’s now able to selfishly chase after his own orgasm. Breathy whimpers fall from you as he continues to stimulate your walls, fucking you through your climax and prolonging the sensation of euphoria overtaking your body. 

“W-where should I cum?” Hoseok asks, looking down at you with pupils blown out with lust and the neediest expression on his face. 

“Wherever you want.” You tell him as a tired smile graces your features, your hand reaching to stroke his cheek fondly. You see it in his eyes, the notion of being allowed to cum where he wanted excites him even more. He pummels into your pussy at his fastest speed yet, searching for his own little slice of heaven within your walls. With the most beautiful sound you’ve heard, he finally unleashes his load inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. You sigh happily as you let him take a few more moments to ride out his climax before slipping your legs off of his shoulders and carefully pulling yourself off of his cock. 

Hoseok’s orgasm had sapped the last bit of energy he had out of him as he slumped onto the bed, lying opposite of you. Satisfied with your encounter with him, you kiss his forehead and wish him sweet dreams before you bid him goodbye. 

You would disappear before the sun started to rise, but once it was nightfall, you would happily return to him.

[nanawritesit]

Wonho Boyfriend Headcanons!

a/n: this wasn’t requested but there’s a CRIMINALLY low amount of wonho content so i thought i’d do something since he’s literally my husband 💞 (don’t tell san or yoongi hehe)

He loves to call you bunny 🐰

probably wants you to call him bunny as well, it’s a mutual nickname between the two of you

Holding his hand whenever he has to go somewhere high up since he’s afraid of heights, even though his hand is massive compared to yours (he is baby okay)

gym dates 🏋🏼‍♀️

even if you don’t want to work out he just likes taking you with him :)

he likes that you get to see him in his element, all sweaty and breathing heavily 😳

and you’ll usually ward off all the girls and guys who try to hit on him 😀

he’s the best at opening jars, like he should get an award for it

if you’re having trouble opening something you don’t even have to ask, you’ll just hand it to him and he’ll pop it open like it’s the easiest thing in the world

ramen dates 🍜

or pizza, depending on the day 🍕

although he prefers to make it at home with you and just snuggle up on the couch :)

you guys love cooking together

speaking of which, when you guys are alone at home, he barely wears any clothes 💀

like you sometimes wonder why he has so many shirts when he hardly ever wears them

if it’s fall or winter he’ll usually wear sweatpants around the house but that’s about it

(plus it gives him an excuse to cuddle up to you 💞)

he’s SUCH a cuddle bug

everyone thinks he’s so tough and dominant but i think he’s super soft as a boyfriend

loves it when you trace your finger along his tattoos

he can be pretty protective of you, especially if someone is being rude to you

he’ll straight up be like “hey, don’t talk to my partner like that”

he doesn’t like to act serious bc he thinks his size can be intimidating enough to people, but when it comes to protecting you, he won’t hesitate to scare tf out of someone

does NOT like it when other people hit on you

he’ll just bite the inside of his cheek and tighten his grip on your waist while his eyes are piercing into the other persons’ like daggers

again, he’s only scary when he wants to be

it doesn’t bother you though, you mostly just find him extremely attractive when he gets protective of you 👀

but moving on from that, he has a habit of just randomly picking you up and holding you in his arms no matter where you are

even if you’re around your friends, he’ll just scoop you up out of nowhere, and you’ll continue on with your conversation like nothing is happening

your friends are just like ??? why does he do that ???

and you’re just like idk he likes holding me ig 🤷🏼‍♀️

buying his his favorite milk and a tangerine from the convenience store as a surprise before you visit him at work

although he’s usually the one visiting you at work, mostly bc he doesn’t like to eat alone 🥺

you’ve started just packing both your lunches together since you usually end up sharing them

poor baby gets sick really easily so you usually end up being his nurse 💞

he gets SO whiny and needy when he’s sick too 😭

you just baby tf out of him bc he’s so damn cute

making him soup, putting a wet towel on his forehead, rubbing his tummy, refilling his humidifier, anything he needs

he’d do the same for you if he wasn’t always the one falling ill 🙃

you’ve started forcing him to take vitamin c capsules bc you’re tired of seeing him sick all the time

coffee dates ☕️

LOVES it when you steal his shirts

they’re just so big on you and he thinks you look absolutely adorable in them <3

he never gets upset when you take them, in fact he encourages it

“what’s mine is yours bunny” 🥰

obv he loves it when you get all dressed up for an event, and he’ll drool over the sight of you every time, but his favorite look is just you in casual, lazy clothes

asks you to help him practice his english almost every day

he wants to travel the world with you

buying him metamong plushies whenever you see them

he randomly buys you flowers a lot 💐

likes to send you spicy selfies when he knows you’re busy just to fluster you 😳

stealing his glasses just to mess with him, and as he’s looking for them, you’ll put them on and just sit there like ☺️

he just tackles you and covers your face in kisses bc he can’t stay mad at you

he usually prefers taking showers but he LOVES taking baths with you 💞 if he knows you’re having a stressful day he’ll draw a hot bath for the two of you before you get home with your favorite bubbles and light some candles too :)

also loves it when you touch his butt (you just can’t help yourself sometimes) 💀

you’ve definitely changed his mind about marriage. he never saw himself marrying anyone before he met you, and now he can’t imagine his life without you in it 🥰

[multiphandomunnies]

monsta x

reactions

how would monsta x cuddle

imagines

shownu

getting greys

wonho

you knew it

getting greys

minhyuk

getting greys

kihyun

forgive me (*M*)

getting greys

hyungwon

pleasuring (*M*)

wot

getting greys

jooheon

getting greys

bf! jooheon

i.m

daddy (*M*)

bf! i.m

i promise to call

getting greys

were doing this now?

single dad au

[spacequokka]

RM1501: Anatomy & Physio

Pairing: professor!Hoseok x TA!Reader Genre: College AU, Professor AU, Smut Rating: M Summary: After an “incident” during a staff meeting, you tried to put distance between you and Hoseok for the sake of being professional. Unfortunately, the Dean noticed the awkwardness between you and tasked you with fixing it. Well, here goes nothing. Word Count: 2.9k Warnings: fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal sex, couch sex

Taglist: @appachicken @dandelion-aj @xrubyrosex @babykyuniee @bekah931215

A/N: This took way longer than I thought it would. Life did the thing. I had to cut the first half I had planned because I couldn’t write it—words would not come to me. So there are references to past events and I apologize. I want to come back in the future and add that, but I won’t make any promises. Recommending Open Mind and I Don’t Disappoint for this.

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You took a deep breath and opened the door. The loud clanks of metal got louder as you stepped into the gym. Hoseok was on his usual machine, lifting weights. Sweat made his skin glisten under the lights overhead as his muscles rippled with the effort from each rep. You weren’t strong enough for this. With a little shake of your head, you steeled your nerves and went for it.

Your heels clicked on the linoleum floor, but he didn’t hear it with the Air Pods destroying his eardrums. You tapped his knee with your finger until you got his attention. He put the bar back on the stand and sat up. “_____?” He took the air pods out. “Something wrong?”

You scowled at him, eyes narrowed as you crossed your arms. “We need to talk.”

His gaze dragged down your body before he bit his lip and stood up. “About? The tests get submitted tonight, so there’s nothing to do until tomorrow morning.” He stepped around you and picked up a small towel left on a treadmill. You thought after seeing his Instagram pictures, you’d be immune to any effect of seeing him shirtless. Nope. It just made it worse. “I can’t think of anything else—”

“I meant this,” you motioned between you, “whatever’s going on here. The tension.”

Hoseok looked at you over his shoulder, teeth worrying at his bottom lip again. “What about it?” He didn’t say more, instead grabbing his water bottle and heading toward the showers. If he thought he could get out of this with a little nudity, he had another thing coming. You followed behind him and swore you heard him chuckle.

“I’m serious.” You sat on the benches between a row of lockers as he began to undress. Covering your eyes, you continued. “You’ve been…different since the meeting. Since you…”

“Finger fucked you?” He supplied with a firm tone that held little warmth. “Yeah, it’s not every day I make a beautiful woman cum in a room full of my colleagues.” He lowered his voice and muttered, “Wish I could do it again.”

“We shouldn’t have done it the first time.” You shook your head. “Don’t you feel some sort of shame for being so reckless? What if we’d gotten caught? I could lose my TA credits if I don’t get expelled. And you! You could get fired, couldn’t you?”

He ignored your question and turned on the shower. You peeked through your fingers and didn’t see his feet, so you put your hand down. Your mind was running a million thoughts a minute. Seeing all the ways giving in could go wrong and ruin everything you’d worked so hard for. But just knowing he was only a few feet away, completely naked, was enough to derail your thoughts.

Shit. No. Get it together. Keep it together.

“Anyway, the Dean’s noticed something’s up. He’s worried about our work relationship and sent me to work things out with you. So here I am, ready to talk about what happened and put it past us so we can move on.” You nodded, satisfied with how it all came out. It sounded good, logical and mature. The right thing to say and do.

Hoseok still didn’t respond. The urge to hit him came and went like a powerful gust of wind. Why was it the more immature people get the higher positions of power? If the situation were reversed, you’d be listening to him and actively trying to participate in the conversation instead of sulking in the shower having a silent tantrum. After a few minutes, it was clear he wasn’t having this conversation, so you got up and left the locker room. No sense in getting caught sitting there.

You paced out in the hallway, needing some way to burn off the nervous energy. What would you do if he wasn’t willing to let this go? It’d be harder to keep the position as his TA if you both were constantly battling the urge to fuck each other stupid. It already made it difficult to just hand out papers with him watching your every move with that predatory look in his eyes. A chill washed over your arms and you hugged yourself to rub them. His body made promises that he’d clearly keep if you let him.

If only once.

You stopped and shook your head again. Nope. It couldn’t be an option. Not if you were going to get back on track.

“Do you do that a lot?” His voice made you jump. You turned around to find him standing in the doorway with a smirk and just a white towel around his hips. “Talk to yourself and stuff? It’s cute.”

Your shoulders slumped as you pressed your lips into a thin line. Of course. Why the fuck not?

He passed by you and headed towards his office. “I left my clothes in here, sorry.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled as you followed him. “Like I said. I’m here to work this out. Once we do, I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Because Hyun—the Dean told you to?” He opened the door and stepped aside, motioning for you to go in. Once you’d crossed the threshold, he closed the door. “No personal reasons?”

You winced. “Oh, come on. You were two knuckles deep in me. It’s already personal.” He gave you a wicked grin. “Don’t give me that.”

“Mmm.” He shrugged as he leaned against the edge of his desk. “So then, what is there to fix? I made you cum, and you clearly liked it. Why’d you suddenly get so cold with me?”

You really weren’t ready to have this conversation with him basically naked. “Can’t you get dressed first?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You realize I’d have to take the towel off, right? You can’t stop fidgeting now. Imagine if I let this fall…”

“Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass, Hoseok?” You rubbed your eyes with a groan. “Fine! Keep your damn towel.” You waved your hand. “We have a professional relationship that comes before anything else. I don’t want to ruin this opportunity by mixing pleasure into it. So many things can go wrong—”

His hand seized your wrist and pulled you into his arms, bringing you chest to chest. His skin was still damp and you could feel beads of water seep through your blouse, cool against your skin. “So we agree there’d be lots of pleasure.” He nodded with a mock-serious expression. “We’re already making progress. What else?”

“I—Your dick’s getting hard.” You blurted the second you felt tell-tale stiffness against your inner thigh.

“Yeah, it tends to do that around you. I’ve learned to let it be.” He smiled as he wiggled his hips against yours. “But focus. So you’re worried we couldn’t work together if we had sex? I’d think that it’d help more than anything. Imagine, you’d be less stressed, and I’d be less keyed up all the time. We’re already an amazing combo.”

“Exactly! So why fix something that’s not broken?” You tried to lean back, but he followed, keeping his face no more than a finger's length away. “Sex makes things messy and ruins working routines.”

“Oh, baby,” he cooed as he brushed his lips across your cheek. “Who hurt you? With the right person, sex can lead to intimacy and a deeper level of understanding and trust. We could be two sides of a zipper coming together.”

“A zipper—This isn’t a joke, Hoseok.” You pushed against his chest and he nipped at your cheek.

“I’m being serious.” He sighed as he let one hand drop to your thigh and gently skim over the hem of your skirt. “I’m always serious with you. I’ll admit I thought it was cute they were trying to fix us up and didn’t take it seriously. I mean, who would? But now,” his gaze drifted to your lips, “now I need to know what it’s like to kiss you. Taste you. If only once.”

“Shit,” you hissed and took the dive. Your lips met with a frenzy of licks and bites as your hands cupped his face to hold him in place. It was wet and messy, each smack echoing in the small confines of his office. His hands rested on your ass and pulled you closer than close as he circled his hips, generating more heat and need between your legs. “Damn, Hoseok.”

“I’ve been dying to hear you say my name like that, baby.” He whispered against your lips, then kissed you again, this time focusing on chasing your tongue. He pulled your leg up onto his hip and moaned softly when your heat pressed against his length. “You’re a dream come true.” You pressed down on it and rolled your hips, enjoying the friction from your panties coupled with the hardness of his body. He swore and matched your pace, willing to follow your lead until it wasn’t enough. “I’m so hard it hurts.”

You kissed your way from his mouth to the side of his neck, wrapping your hand around his throat and tilting his head to the side. “Does it?” You smiled before gently biting into his skin and sucking, enjoying how his hold on you tightened to the point of pain and his leisurely rolls morphed into faint thrusts hindered by your panties and his towel.

“Please,” he whined against your ear. “Please let me have you.”

“You had me on your fingers. Wasn’t that enough?” You bit his earlobe, then soothed it with a few kitten licks.

“You—” He grabbed your other leg and hoisted you up. With your legs around his waist, you could look into his eyes and see how his playful grin had shifted into something dark and needy. “I need more than that. You know I can do better.” Hoseok’s eyelids fluttered with another roll of his hips against you. “I could be so deep inside you, so deep you’ll never want me to pull out.” He closed his eyes as his head tipped back and lifted you just enough for a hard thrust against your core. “And I wouldn’t. Ever.”

The power in his hips left you scrambling for security, throwing your arms around his neck and holding on tight. “Fuck!”

“Yeah, just like that. I wanna hear you cum just like this, right in my ear, baby. All for me.” He moved you up and down against his body. “Say it. Tell me you’ll take this dick. It’s yours. Just say the word. Please.”

It was nothing short of embarrassing to admit you failed to keep your distance and uphold your morals. But given that you had, what sense was there in denying him? You patted his shoulders as you wriggled in his hold and he quickly got the hint and put you down, keeping his hands on your hips. Your fingers shook with excitement as you started unbuttoning your blouse. When he realized what you were doing, he hot-stepped over to the door and locked it, and dimmed the lights.

“Finally.” His grin was contagious as he perched on the loveseat stuffed in the corner of the room and held out his hands. When you were close enough, he leaned in and pressed his lips to your stomach as he unzipped your skirt. As it fell down your legs and pooled at your feet, his lips trailed down to the waistband of your panties before he tugged them down, too. Hoseok kept his eyes on your face as he gently parted your legs, bringing one up over his shoulder as he leaned in with his tongue out.

His moan upon first contact was pure sin. You lost your balance as the vibration rippled through your core, making you clench around the tip of his tongue. His eyes fell shut, and he pressed his tongue flat against your pussy, pressing against your clit as he worked the tip of it over and around your entrance.

You buried your hands in his hair as your jaw dropped open. “So good, so good.” You chanted as he held you in place, licking and sucking on your clit with fervor. He slowly brought a hand up your leg and teased you with a finger before pushing it in with little resistance. “Ohh, fuck. More. Gimme more.” He worked his finger in and out a few times before adding another.

“I can’t wait to be inside you, baby. Can’t wait to see how much you can take in this tight pussy.” His words added to the fire, and you started rolling your hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. He bit your thigh and suckled, leaving a mark behind. “Can’t wait to feel you cum.”

“Fuck, Hoseok. I’m gonna—”

He pulled his fingers out and pulled at his towel. It fell open and revealed the prettiest dick you’d ever seen, porn stars included. It was slightly bigger than your favorite dildo, so you were confident you could take it without hurting either of you. He wrapped a hand around it and gave it a few strokes, letting out a soft moan as he squeezed the head and let his eyes close. “In the top drawer of my desk, there are condoms. Grab one for me.”

You gave him a look before moving. “So you just keep condoms in your desk just in case? Or is this a common occurrence for you?” You yanked the drawer open, and sure enough, there was a black box.

“You say that like I don’t deal with horny college students every day. If they’re gonna do it, might as well help them be safe about it.” He beckoned you over while still stroking himself. “I remember you saying you’re not on birth control, and I have every intention of being inside you when I cum.”

A chill ran down your spine that left you clenching and biting your lip in anticipation as you handed him the condom. He was quick about it, pulling you into his lap no more than a minute later. He cupped your face as he kissed you while sliding down in the seat to a slouch. “Shit,” he whispered against your lips, “I’m not gonna last if I go in now, but I can’t wait either.”

“It’s okay,” you put your arms around his shoulders and kissed him harder, “I want you to cum with me, anyway.”

Hoseok nodded as he reached between you and stroked his dick once, twice, then held it steady for you. The head bumped against your swollen clit, making your toes curl. You adjusted your position, and he found your entrance. With a tap on your thigh, he pushed up slowly as you sunk down on his length. Every inch felt amazing, better than any toy you’d ever used, simply because of the look on his face. Hoseok’s eyes were shut tight as he bit on his bottom lip to keep himself as quiet as possible.

“Better than I imagined,” he gritted out, “the best ever, baby.”

Steadying yourself on his shoulders, you looked him in the eyes and asked, “Can I move?”

“Y-yeah. Yes. Please.” His eyes were focused on where you were joined. With a shaky inhale, you lifted your hips, savoring the way his dick dragged against your walls, then dropped back down. “Oh my god, girl. Again. Do that again.” His brow furrowed as he repositioned his feet. This time he helped lift you a little higher, just enough to make you worry about him slipping out, then pulled you down while thrusting up. The spark of pleasure made your toes curl and nails dig into his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck, Hoseok. Right there.” Your eyes fluttered shut as pleasure coursed through your veins.

“Come here, baby.” He whispered, pulling you down to him for a kiss as his hands grabbed your ass. Pressed against his body, working your hips in tandem with his gradually cleared your mind of any thought that wasn’t of him and the words he whispered into your ear as he fucked up into you, stealing your breath away. “You feel like heaven. I’ve never felt this fucking good before.”

Against your better judgment, you found yourself agreeing with him. “Me either. I’m so close.”

“Oh, fu—” He whimpered then went into a frenzy, jackhammering up into you as he moaned your name in between gulps of air. The sudden outburst startled you and you slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle him as best you could before your own orgasm took over. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and bit it as he pulled you tight against him and allowed you to ride out the waves.

It took what seemed like forever for you to catch your breath and regain function in your limbs. When you could move, the first thing Hoseok wanted was a kiss. You giggled against his lips and asked, “Are you always this affectionate?”

He beamed. “I don’t know how you’d get the impression otherwise.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t shake the contagious smile. “We should get cleaned up.” You moved to get up, but his hold on you tightened.

“If I recall correctly, you said we needed to work this out. I’m not sure we’re done here.” He brushed his lips against your forehead. “We should make sure we’re on the same page with a thorough workout. You don’t have anything planned tonight, right?”

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[mymoodwriting]

LØV3

F!Reader x Hyungwon

Genre: Yandere AU

Warning: Electrocution, Kidnapping, Drugs, Needles, Manipulation, Tech Implants

Words: 4K

Chapter Fifteen

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Prompt: NexGen is the leading company for all of humanities technological advances. Their recent project involves creating a higher functioning AI, one with basic knowledge of the world, and programmed to learn. It’s no surprise the project is a secret from the general public, and you, the company’s head programmer, were chosen to be the AI’s teacher. You wish you could reject the assignment, but the decision was made. Now with an AI at home things were different. Although it might not be such a bad thing, perhaps you could learn and help each other out, for better or for worse.

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“What can we expect from NexGen now?”

Of course a press tour was the smartest move after the big announcement. It was a means to answer questions the public had in regards to safety and intentions, while also handing out the tech for free and spreading it around all over the place. You were technically the one presenting as it was your code, and your name was on the project, but Hyungwon stayed by your side, and was very much in control of everything. A lot of time was missing for you, specifically all those conferences with the press and any sort of interview. You could watch it all back on TV, every news station talking about NexGen and the AI orbs, but you didn’t recognize yourself.

A few flashes of memory would come back to you as you saw yourself on screen, but it all felt so foreign. You couldn’t say it felt disingenuous since it was you, and something you were starting to believe deep down. Or maybe that was just Hyungwon’s programming taking hold and beginning to grow. Although at the same time, more and more protesters would show up whenever there was a presentation. Many people called for NexGen to halt this project, as they didn’t want technology like this getting into their governments, into their schools, and especially not into their homes. Things started out peacefully, but as you can imagine NexGen, Hyungwon, wasn’t going to back down at all.

It really wasn’t long before protests got a bit rowdy, prompting the need for more security at these events. Both from police officers, and drones. At one particular interview taking place outside a major news studio you wound up being hit with a water balloon. It was nothing serious, but for Hyungwon that was far from the truth. Security was quick to act, arresting protestors and the drones also began to pursue and detain individuals. It all devolved into chaos rapidly. Hyungwon got you backstage, telling you to ignore the screaming while he was trying to push your consciousness under. You fought back, far too worried about everything going on around you to just black out and forget.

“I need you to stay here.” Hyungwon told you. “You’ll be safe while I-”

“Don’t hurt anyone. They don’t-”

“They started it!”

For a moment Hyungwon’s eyes flashed red, something you had never seen before. It sent a chill down your spine, and he noticed you were scared. He took a moment to calm himself, taking your hands in his.

“I’m going to do whatever is necessary to protect you. Stay here until I return.”

Hyungwon placed a kiss on your head before leaving. Since you were in the green room you turned on the TV, wanting to see if any news station was covering what was going on here, but before you could find a channel everything went dark in the room. The lights shut off, the TV screen went black, and to your own surprise Chae malfunctioned and slipped off your wrist. For a moment you didn’t understand, but then you realized an EMP must have gone off. You had been told to stay put, but you didn’t want to stay in a dark room. As you reached for the doorknob the lights suddenly turned back on, and the TV came back to life, but Chae remained off. You were going to examine him when the door suddenly opened.

“Y/n, we need to go.”

A masked figure had entered the room, grabbing your arm. You immediately yelled and pulled away, stepping back from the intruder.

“… who… who are you…?”

“I’m here to get you out.”

They took off the mask and you were shocked to see who was under it. Detective Lee stood before you, holding his hand out towards you.

“We don’t have much time, we have to go, now.”

“I… no… I can’t trust you… your partner is an android… you could be one too… this could be some kind of test… I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“My partner what? Nevermind that now, Changkyun sent me to get you, so you can trust me.” 

“Changkyun sent you? He’s okay?”

“Yes, and just so you know.” The detective lowered his shirt collar, revealing a burn mark along his neck. “I don’t work for that psycho, Hyungwon, but I did survive him trying to kill me.”

“He… he did that…”

“There’s a lot more to tell you, but we need to get you away from here first. Please.”

You weren’t one hundred percent certain of this detective, but you wanted to trust him. So you took his hand and followed him out. He led you back towards the rear exit of the building, out into the alley where it was a lot quieter. You had no idea what was going on out front, but that wasn’t your concern at the moment. As you were making it out of the alley a drone suddenly approached you. Fear ran down your spine, but before you knew it the drone had been shot down. The detective didn’t hesitate to act, and continued moving as if nothing had happened. Although his actions were sure to draw attention. 

More drones had become aware of your presence, prompting you to run. You could only get so far before you wound up cornered. Without hesitation you stood in front of the detective, moving while keeping him behind you, knowing the drones wouldn’t fire at you. Although that meant that Hyungwon would surely know what was going on by now. Escape was no longer an option for you, but there was something else you could do. Despite Hyungwon being in control of everything, you were aware of his plans, at least to some degree. 

“I can’t go with you.”

“What? Look, all we need to do is get to the sewers.”

“It’s too late for that. The drones haven’t attacked cause they recognize me, which means we don’t have time. You said Changkyun sent you, so give him a message for me. Hyungwon is mass producing those AI orbs and intends to release them in certain areas to initiate a complete take over. The more of those things that are out there, the more power he has. You need to figure out some way to stop him. Everything is run from NexGen HQ, so that should be your focus.”

The drones were on stun mode, meaning they’d only fire rubber bullets, but they wouldn’t fire at you since that’s the last thing Hyungwon would want. That meant you could help the detective escape. So you quickly helped him lift the manhole cover, making sure he got down into safety.

“Come with me.”

“If I do, they’ll follow, and I can’t do that to you. I’ll be fine, just get to Changkyun and tell him what I told you. That’s the best thing you can do right now.”

“We’ll get you away from him.”

“You have bigger things to worry about, detective.”

“You can call me Jooheon.”

“Alright. Get out of here, Jooheon.”

You got the manhole cover back on, figuring you needed to leave the scene before Hyungwon found you. The only option was to run, so you did just that. Although you could only get so far before the drones caught up to you and one hit you with an electric shock. You collapsed to the floor seizing for a moment, eyes wide at the realization. Memories flooded in from when this first happened to you, and you couldn’t believe Hyungwon would allow this. You were still so sensitive to electricity, and he definitely knew that, so even at a lower voltage the drones could easily incapacitated you. Once the shocks had passed you just laid there, regaining your senses. After a moment you sat up, doing your best to calm your nerves. The drones all had you surrounded, tasers pointed at you in case you tried anything, so all you could do was wait to be found, and it wasn’t long before Hyungwon arrived.

“There you are! Are you okay!?”

Hyungwon pulled you to your feet, checking you over, but besides the shock you had experienced earlier, you were fine. You couldn’t bring yourself to yell at him over what had happened either, still rather drained from the whole experience. Once Hyungwon was sure you were alright he placed Chae back on your wrist. 

“What happened?”

“I… I just thought you sent someone to take me to safety…”

“And when you realized I didn’t you helped them escape?”

“…”

“Who was it? Did you recognize them?”

“No…”

“I know you’re lying to me, so who was it?”

“Nobody I knew…”

“Y/n.” Hyungwon grabbed your chin, making your eyes meet. “Who?”

“The detective…”

“Detective?”

“… from before… when you had Changkyun arrested… not your android friend… the other one…”

“And you trusted him?”

“His partner works for you, doesn’t he? So I figured…”

“Hm. Where was he taking you?”

“I don’t know… the sewers…”

“Why?”

“There wasn’t much time for talking…”

“Then why did you help him escape?”

“I didn’t want you hurting him…”

“… fine, but from now on you trust no one, and you go with no one unless I say so, understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now let’s get you back.”

It wasn’t that surprising that Hyungwon was brushing over the fact the drones had electrocuted you. He would do anything to keep you safe, and he knew your weaknesses. Of course after such an incident the press tour was suspended, not cause the project would be halted, but for your safety. Soon enough you were back in your hometown, but you wouldn’t be going home anytime soon. Instead Hyungwon took you back to HQ, to the lab in particular.

“What are we doing here…?”

“I need to be more cautious with you. If there is anything to learn from what just transpired it’s that you’ve become a target, and it’s my fault. I’ve put you at the forefront of this whole thing when I should be the one taking the hits. So, I’ll continue with my plans by other means, but I do need to make sure I don’t lose track of you again.”

“Huh?”

“Come here.”

Hyungwon led you over to one of the tables in the lab, but you stopped in your tracks. You didn’t like any of this, but he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Chae moved up from your wrist to a crown on your head. Soon enough your mind became hazy, and next thing you knew you were on the table, lying on your side. Your arms were partially restrained, but that didn’t register enough for you to be concerned about it. You couldn’t see Hyungwon, but he’d fade in and out of your vision.

“You’ll feel a slight pinch, but it won’t hurt for long. Promise.”

He wasn’t kidding about that. One moment you were just floating around in your head, then you felt a pinch at the back of your neck. You screamed and squirmed a bit before the mental fog drowned out all the pain and you slowly relaxed. You were pretty certain you blacked out at some point, but you couldn’t be sure. All you could really understand was rather suddenly finding yourself lying on the couch in your office. You needed a moment to regain your sense, but your memories were still a blur. As you sat up you noticed Hyungwon at your desk, typing away on the computer. You could feel this pain in the back of your neck and reached up to give yourself a bit of a massage only to feel something solid beneath your skin.

“… what the…”

“You’re awake.”

“… did you… did you chip me…?”

“Yes. That EMP earlier did some damage to the orb I leave with you, so I need to have stronger means of keeping track of you.”

“First you electrocute me with a drone… and now you chip me! I’m not some pet!”

“I know the drone must have upset you, but you were running away, I had to make sure nothing bad happened. As for the chip, I can’t lose touch with you again, so it’s necessary.”

“It’s not! You-”

“If you want to bring up what’s done then how about you tell me the truth.”

“Huh?”

“That detective, Lee Jooheon. I know he was investigating NexGen and myself before he was removed from the force. He also broke Changkyun out of prison. I reviewed the drone footage and saw you two chatting, care to enlighten me on what the topic of conversation was?”

“I didn’t say anything to him.”

“I know when you lie to me, so stop it. What did you tell him?”

“…”

Hyungwon got up from the desk and came over to you. On instinct you moved away until you were at the edge of the couch. He wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, giving you this tingling sensation as your eyes went wide. Your mind was quick to fill with fog and you couldn’t think straight.

“What did you tell the detective?”

“I… I told him… you… the orbs… mass producing them to…”

“Ah, so you know about that. Hm, well telling them doesn’t change anything. Although I should move things along.”

“… hyungwon…”

“Yes?”

“… what’s… what’s your…”

You whimpered and reached up to move Hyungwon’s hand. He let you, giving you a moment to regain your senses. You had no idea what that had been, but it wasn’t at the forefront of your mind right now.

“What’s the goal? To control the whole world? Isn’t that too much? Even for you, you’re not-”

“All I want is peace, y/n. If I have to make it and maintain it, that’s the only way to truly keep you safe. I won’t be alone in my goals, I’ll have others at my side to assist me. I’ve thought of everything, so you don’t have to worry. Soon enough I’ll do nothing but make you happy.”

“You don’t have to do all this to make me happy… just the two of us together would have been enough…”

“You’re worth so much more than that, and deserve everything.”

“I don’t want everything… I just want all this to stop… to go back to when it was just you and me at home…”

“Hm, I agree, we should go home. I just have a few more things to do first.”

Just as he said that Minhyuk entered the room, greeting you both. You couldn’t really respond before a spell of exhaustion came over you. Hyungwon laid you back down on the couch, placing a blanket over you as you drifted off to sleep.

“So, where are we?”

“Everything is good to go.”

“Excellent.”

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“That sounds like a full on invasion. Is that seriously this things plan?”

“It’s like a virus. If it continues to spread, it’ll grow to a point where we can’t do anything.”

“So then what are we going to do?”

Jooheon had returned to his group and relayed the information you had provided. Truth was they weren’t just a bunch of protestors. Ever since NexGen had launched those AI orbs, there were those who saw beneath all the marketing and promises of a better future. People were changing, pushing those closest to them to get an orb, some even gifting them. Everything had its cons, but those who were against the orbs tended to sound crazy. All talking like conspiracy theorists. Saying how the technology was brainwashing people, how this was all some take over and not some miracle. Of course those who were too loud about it were quietly dealt with. Soon to be seen again with a particular bracelet on their wrist.

The rest that remained knew to keep things on the down low, and protests were the place to find those who truly understood what was happening. Jooheon had done his best to bring these types of people together. He’d call them more of a resistance, one that was fighting a secret battle in the shadows. He was someone who had seen the truth first hand, and hadn’t fallen into the trap like others. He couldn’t be a police officer anymore, but he couldn’t go into this fight alone. He had been lucky to find Changkyun when he did, saving him from a terrible fate. When he broke him out of prison that sealed his own as a man outside the law. Then again, he was merely trying to save those who had fallen from grace, or soon would.

“If we could get an EMP-”

“We don’t even know where he’s going. Also, you want to knock out power for a whole town or something? You think we have the resources for that?”

“I’m just saying we-”

“You’re focusing on the wrong piece of information here.” Changkyun interrupted. “We need to attack the source, meaning NexGen HQ. I used to work there, but I’m certain things have changed, so my knowledge is outdated.”

“Can we get any inside information?”

“No, all NexGen employees have an orb nearby or on them, I doubt we could get anyone to cooperate. If anything, going near that building without a proper plan could be the end of us.”

“So what do we do?”

“We need y/n.” Jooheon stated. “She knows the building, but most of all, her code created this… thing… she’d know how to shut it all down if she could get to the source. We need to get her away from him.”

“We still have eyes on her, so we’ll make a note to look for another opening.”

“Good, keep me in loop.”

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As you began to regain consciousness you felt the softness of the sheets around you, instinctively cuddling them and pulling them close. You opened your eyes for a moment and then they went wide when you realized where you were. This was your bedroom, meaning you were back home. The smell of breakfast began to fill your nose and you sat up. Before you made an attempt to get out of bed the door opened, Hyungwon walking in with a tray.

“Good morning.”

“… morning…”

“Did you sleep well? You looked so peaceful when I got out of bed.”

“Yeah… I slept well…”

“Good. I made breakfast, your favorite.”

Hyungwon set the tray down before you, grabbing the utensils and offering you a bite. You were a bit hesitant, but you were hungry, so you ate. Of course everything tasted amazing, Hyungwon was an excellent chef with some cheats up his sleeve. He always enjoyed cooking for you, or with you, so this was certainly a lovely morning. After eating he let you go back to sleep, saying you were overdue for some proper rest. You did sleep some more, but after another little nap you got up. You hopped into the shower, enjoying yourself until you placed your hand behind your neck. You felt that bump again, being reminded that you were chipped. 

There was probably no way for you to get it out on your own, so you’d just have to deal with it for now. Once you were all cleaned up you carefully stepped out of your room, wondering where Hyungwon was. To your surprise he wasn’t in the home office, Chae wasn’t even around either. The house was rather quiet, but when you made your way to the living room you found Hyungwon browsing your streaming service. He was looking through the most recent movie releases when he noticed you standing in the entryway. He immediately smiled and came over to you, bringing you to the couch.

“I heard you in the shower, so I figured we could make lunch and then unwind with some TV. There are a bunch of movies we haven’t gotten to see yet.”

“You’re not… you’re not working…?”

“It’s just us today, and tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that. Whatever you want to do.”

“Does that mean you-”

“Sh, let’s not talk about anything else. Now, what do you want to make? We could make some of your favorites, we have all the ingredients.”

“I… I’d like that…”

“Come on then.”

Hyungwon held his hand out to you, and the two of you went to the kitchen. It felt like before, just enjoying each other’s company and being together. He’d guide you while you cooked, adding in ingredients and letting you take charge. As you were nearly done with the food you picked a movie. You both sat together to watch, enjoying the comedy film you had chosen. Afterwards Hyungwon cleaned up the plates, letting the food settle down for you. While he cleaned the two of you chatted about what you had just seen, and the best parts. For the time being it was so easy to forget what was going on with the rest of the world.

“It’s getting late, so I should give you your medicine now.”

“Medicine? What medicine?”

When Hyungwon came over with a small case you nervously backed up, but he assured you everything was alright. He sat down next to you and opened up the case. You didn’t recognize the blue liquid in the vial, or this mention of medicine at all.

“What… what is that…?”

“Just a little something I prepared for you.”

“That’s not medicine… is it…?”

“Clever girl.” Hyungwon kissed your head. “I want to make sure I can keep you safe, so I created these nanobots special for you. I injected you with some after I placed the chip, but more are needed.”

“Nanobots?”

“It’s safe, darling. You know I want what’s best for you.”

He gently took your arm once he filled the needle. You felt the pinch from when it broke skin and watched the blue liquid disappear into your body. You probably should have reacted differently, to resist and question, but there had been a subtle fog in the back of your mind all day. You wanted things to just remain this way, but you couldn’t, not entirely.

“Why nanobots though…”

“Hm… I don’t want to lose you… that is my greatest fear, and I won’t let it come to pass.”

“I’m flesh and bones, Hyungwon, whereas you’re a machine. You’ll certainly outlive me.”

“That’s a problem for later.”

Hyungwon watched you fondly for a moment before placing a kiss on your cheek and excusing himself. You watched him go, wondering how long you could stay like this. Although the answer came sooner than you expected. Suddenly you felt this pain at the back of your neck, and you noticed Hyungwon collapse to the floor. Everything in the house suddenly glitched out, and you realized what had happened.

“Hyungwon…!”

It had never occurred to you until now what could possibly happen if Hyungwon was hit with an EMP. He was an android afterall, and NexGen models only had such a small resistance. This isn’t how you thought things would end. You tried to get to him, but you were also in distress. Next thing you knew your front door was busted down and a bunch of masked individuals stormed inside. Two came over to you and grabbed you, dragging you out of the house. Although all you cared about was Hyungwon. Some of the other intruders had gone to him, and they certainly weren’t kind. He was already down, yet they felt the need to beat him.

“No…! No, don’t hurt him! Stop it! Please! Stop!”

Your cries were left unanswered, and then a bag was placed over your head, cutting your world to black. You knew you were placed in some sort of vehicle, and that’s when you did your best to cease your cries. You had no idea what was going on, but you were scared. You drove around for a while before coming to a stop and being taken out of the vehicle. Wherever you were, it was cold, but you could hear voices around you. Eventually you came to a stop and the bag was removed. You needed a moment to adjust to the light, then you were met with a familiar face, one you didn’t think you’d see again.

“Changkyun?”

“Long time no see.”

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Kinkmas - Day 21: Thigh Riding W/ Wonho

Post Date: 21st December 2022 Content: Smut - Wonho x Reader WC: 1.1K TW?: Thigh Riding/ SoftDom!Wonho/ Clothed

Summary: Oh how you looked so god in your Christmas party dress, making Wonho slowly lose his mind as you use his thigh to not ruin such a pretty outfit.

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“Baby, are you almost ready?” Wonho calls through the house, unknowing whether or not you were in the bedroom or the bathroom. He’s dressed up in a nice shirt and trousers, top two buttons undone as he clasps at the cuffs of his shirt, waiting for you. 

“I’m almost ready!” You call back to him as you’re now rushing to get your heels on, not wanting to break your leg so you rush but take your time at the same time. 

You knew you should’ve started getting earlier than you have, but you just didn’t want to get out of the nice and warm PJs that you had on. It was cold outside and even though you partially helped your friend plan this party, you just didn’t want to go out in the snow.

Taking a little bit longer than what Wonho expects of you, he makes his way to meet you in the bedroom, finding you there just out of luck. In his mind, he was going to drag you out of the room so you could get to the party on time but seeing your outfit, his mind wanders somewhere else completely. 

“Are you okay?” You giggle, noticing him staring at you with a slither of a smile, just smoothing out the red dress that you had put on, his eyes following your hands smooth down the sides of your hips. 

Noticing the time on your phone, you rush to go grab your bag but the small scoff from behind you stops you in your tracks. Slowly turning around to face him, your hands drop to your sides noticing how his eyes follow your every movement. 

Repeating yourself with a light tone, “Are you okay?”, he just grins at you. You can’t but help raise an eyebrow at him, watching how his hands clasped together and his tongue swiping across his lips like a hungry person would when looking at their food. 

Strutting towards you, he sits on the bed, pulling you closer to him with his hands on your hips, “I think we’re going to be late to this party,” he growls whilst situating you onto his thigh.

With furrowed brows, you look at him with confusion. The confusion slowly fades when you feel his thigh tense up, the muscle pressing right up against your core and his grin grows into a smirk.

Wonho's hands never leave your sides as he nips at your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth before crashing against you. The kiss instantly gets heated as his hands move to cup your ass, grabbing at it tightly as he slowly gets you to roll your hips on his tensed thigh.

With faint moans leaving your lips, your nails dig into his muscly shoulders. There was no possible way of him letting you off his lap, too horny to give a shit about the party.

“Baby...” You whimper, biting your lip as he tenses his thigh again, making you roll your hips more, “I’m ready now.... Let’s- Let’s go”.

However, the more he flexes and releases to relax the muscle of his thigh to make you experience the difference in pleasure, the more you whimper and your face screws in satisfaction. 

Tongue poking between his teeth, his eyebrows flash upwards whilst tilting his head to the side, “How could we possibly go now?”.

Tenses thigh.

Another whimper falls from your lips as you start to feel yourself soak through your underwear, your core burning with the desire to be touched but you’d feel guilty if you didn’t go to the party.

“But”.

Another flex.

“I promised”.

Flex.

“To be there,” You eventually got out through moments of moaning when you’re grinding on his tensing thigh, aching for him to do more but you knew he wasn’t going to touch you properly, yet. 

A fake coo comes flying out of his mouth, hand rising to your cheek as he cups it, thumb resting on your chin, “That’s a shame baby, but we can’t go now, not with you looking too good. I’m not going to be able to behave all night”.

Coming to a stop, his hands just hold you in place with no pressure to try and move you in the slightest. This gives you the perfect opportunity to choose whether or not you want to continue. 

If his words didn’t affect you as much as they have, you would’ve teased him as you make a move towards the door but you just couldn’t lift yourself off him. You’re the one that has been teased, needing that extra friction for the release your body is now begging for. 

On your own accord, you start to roll your hips on him, head nestling in the crook of his neck as his grip on you tightens again and he starts flexing his thigh again.

He alters the frequency of his flexes to keep you on your toes as they curl in your heels. breathing heavily with loud moans as you quicken your pace to try and reach that high. 

"Fuck!" You mewl, the more you roll your hips, the more the muscle presses right up against your core in the most perfect way and when it goes, you find yourself trying to chase for it again.

Flex.

“Look at you baby, looks like we’ll have a lot of apologising to do later,” He scoffs onto your shoulder, nails digging into your ass, very happy with making you into a mess. 

Keeping his thigh flexed for a little longer, you’re starting to find the pleasure spot again, your clothed core grinding against it in hopes for an early release but just as you were about to get somewhere, he lets loose. 

“Baby!” You wail, biting down on his shoulder as you continue to work for it.

You must’ve made him feel guilty as he flexes once more and puts his energy into making sure it stays flexed. 

Just for you to be able to reach your high which edges closer and closer, your body starts to hurt from how much work you’re putting in, not stopping until your orgasm hits you. 

Within seconds, it goes from zero to a hundred, finding yourself shaking on his thigh as you soak through your panties onto his trousers. 

You’re a panting mess as you come to a slow stop, head resting on his shoulder as your arms snake around them also, hugging him tightly.

He’s admiring you in this state, knowing there was no chance of you getting to that party now, unless you’re both okay with having extreme sexual tension between you. But you know, for one thing, you’re going to have to apologise, one way or another. 

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Firefighter

Pairing: Wonho x Reader (G) Prompt: Firefighter Word Count: 927

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This was beyond embarrassing. You’d always thought the fire department getting called because of a cat in a tree was just some weird television plot. That was before your cat spent the night howling in the tree out front and the neighbors decided to call them. You wanted to hide in the house and pretend it wasn’t your cat, especially as all your neighbors stood on their porches and watched as a fire engine pulled up to your house.

You cursed inwardly as the firefighter got out and walked to your doorway. The damn cat climbed up the tree, surely it could get down on its own. You had your apology all worked out until you opened the door and got a look at the man. He wasn’t in full uniform since there wasn’t a fire. He wore a navy fire department t-shirt, jeans, and work boots. Yet, you were more focused on the ridiculous amounts of muscles these clothes did absolutely nothing to hide.

Every thought in your mind left as you were trying to remember to breathe like a normal person.

“Hi,” he beamed.

“Hi,” it was barely audible.

“We got a call about a cat stuck in a tree. Your address was given, is that correct?”

“No,” coherent thought still wasn’t with you.

“No?” his smile fell.

You shook your head. “I mean, I wasn’t the one who called. One of my neighbors must have. But yes, it’s my cat in the tree.”

“Ah,” his smile was back.

“What I mean is, I’m sorry you were called for this. I’m sure there’s more important things for you to be doing right now.”

You again needed to remind yourself to breathe as he smiled. “It’s no problem. You’d be surprised how often I am helping animals out of strange places. Can you show me which tree?”

Honestly, he could’ve asked you to punch yourself in the face and you would’ve done it. You pushed open the screen door and walked to the tree in the center of your yard. On cue your cat howled again.

His smile never faltered as he looked at the black mass in the tree. “Looks like it chickened out in coming down after getting itself up there. What’s its name?”

“Uh . . .” more embarrassment. His name was a joke between you and your sister. Saying it out loud in front of this handsome stranger . . . maybe you could still punch yourself in the face.

“No name?”

You blushed and wiped sweat from your forehead. “It’s Captain Buttercrust.”

His smile grew bigger and he looked up the tree again. “Don’t worry Captain B. I’ll have you down in no time.” He looked back to you. “I think just the ladder for this one.”

“You can do that? Carry him in one arm and go down the ladder?”

He smirked, looked at his arm muscles, which made you look at his arm muscles, then he looked back to you. “Easy peasy.”

He grabbed a ladder off the truck. He made it look like it weighed nothing.

Your neighbors got braver and made their way into your yard to watch as the fireman climbed up the ladder towards the cat. They all commented on how attractive and brave he was.

Captain Buttercrust backed away as far as he could on the branch from the man, then dug his claws in the tree when the man grabbed for him. The cat was no match for those muscles.

The fireman lifted him easily with one hand, brought the cat closer to his chest so it wouldn’t flail and scratch, then climbed down the ladder one handed.

The small gathering of neighbors clapped and cheered for him. The man gave a shy smile then walked towards you, cat in tow. The crowd departed then, and he offered the cat to you. Seeing the distress in Buttercrust’s face, you opted to plop him on the ground. The feline then swiftly ran around to the back of your house, likely to the cat door.

“Thank you,” you smiled at the fireman. “How much do I owe you.”

“We’re public servants, you don’t owe anything.”

“Oh.” You were embarrassed for even thinking it, but again, it was hard to focus with such a stunning man before you. You blurted out, “Maybe I can buy you dinner as a thank you.”

His smile was genuine, and just as breathtaking as the rest of him. “Really, you don’t owe me anything. All in a day’s work. I’m just happy Captain Buttercrust is safe.”

“Oh,” you didn’t do a good job of hiding the disappointment from your voice. He picked up on it.

His cheeks were a bit pink as he spoke. “I am curious about how Captain Buttercrust got his name. Maybe you’d be interested in discussing it over a . . .”

“Yes!” you burst before he even finished asking. Both of you were blushing and giggling now.

He offered his hand for you to shake. “I’m Hoseok, by the way.”

You shook his hand and gave your name in return.

“So, pick you up at 8?”

“Sure,” you nodded.

“Tell the Captain to be more careful when climbing trees.” He gave a small salute and headed back to the fire engine.

You nearly collapsed on the couch once you were back in your house. Your legs were jello just from a 2-minute conversation. How were you going to make it through drinks tonight? Then again, if you didn’t make it, what a way to go.

[yourfatherlucifer]

Okay I’ll send my request!

I have nothing in mind exactly, but a few days ago I started working out, yeah I’m going to the gym and all #letsmakewonhoproud

I use wonho as an inspiration but today lee soohyuk just made a fucking gym photos dump (and i think he looks like seonghwa - FOR ME THEY ARE TWINS OKAY)

So maybe just to keep me motivated to keep going to the gym, what about a gym scenario about

instructor!Wonho x fem!reader

Or

seonghwa x fem!reader

Hehet thats it, what do you think?

So, I was just gonna keep this in the inbox, but I decided I will just let you know, I will work on this soon, when I get more motivation to write longer stories.

[pillowfluffs]

Please Don’t Take My Sunshine Away | Lee Wonho

Pairing: Wonho X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: sadness ;-; mafia??? 

Author’s Note: It’s time I get back into writing, right? ah ha ha im sorry wonho stans also i really miss ot7 🥺🥺 I wish him and MX the best of luck for the future. I also suggest listening to his debut single: Losing You while reading 

WARNINGS! Vivid imagery of wounds and injuries! Blood!! death! 

Smoke trailed up into the cold night sky, snowflakes silently falling onto the slippery, icy road. He mustered all the energy he had into his arms, ignoring the pain in his abdomen and legs. Glass shards protruded from his chest, gashes around his waist and one from his head. The area was silent, the atmosphere still making it feel like time was slowing down. Frost and snow covered the land and trees that lined the road, one that wasn’t particularly used by many, potholes and cracks now concealed and filled by the ice and snow. Snow did what it always did and fell silently, covering the world with its wintry beauty.

Not even the moon shined, only a vague light of the moon did through the clouds but the only source of light around him now was one of the headlights of the car as it laid sideways, the other broken. Little things and pieces of the totaled car fell to the ground, the glass from the windows and windshields crunching beneath his body. He laid himself on his back, his mind numb to all the pain searing through his body.

He felt nothing.

It hurt to breathe, the coldness was sinking deeper and deeper as he laid in the sludge of melted snow on the side of the road. Without even looking, he could only imagine how red he was dyeing the snow all around him. No trees swayed, no winds passed by. There was nothing around, no one around. He was completely alone and no one would be coming. They made sure of it and made sure the job was done.

Getting into his car, the first thing Wonho did after starting it was to turn on the heaters and the seat warmer in his driver’s seat. His windows were fogged from the cold, frost creeping around the edges. He sat in the cold leather seat in the dark, blowing into his cupped hands around his mouth, occasionally rubbing them. Even through the sweatpants he wore, the cold went right through to his skin. He could see light traces of his breath in the cold car as it warmed up.

Driving away from headquarters on the beaten road, remnants of snow from others who had shoveled the roads all day crunches beneath the tires as he drove, the steering wheel cold as ice under his dry hands. The streets were barren, silent and still as he drove through, the area looking like it was a picture. He passed by buildings that were abandoned long ago, windows and doors boarded up or smashed in. The walls of them were worn from weathering after years with no one to treat them, cracks all around the walls. As he drove away, the road got bumpier and bumpier as he drove over untouched snow on the road.

He drove cautiously over the dipper road entering an area filled with trees, a back road that was uncommonly used by others. Tall trees lined both sides of the narrow, straight road that stretched for miles. It made the trip home longer but it was safer than driving in the open through the city, especially for Wonho. He focused on driving, trying his best to stay on the road as snow fell onto his windshield, even listening to the radio that played soft songs, the sound almost covered by the blasting heater that made the car nice and warm, the hot air burning against his hands on the old lacquered wood steering wheel.  

A hard collision from behind pushed his car into the side of the road, the wheels being pushed over the tree roots beneath the snow, making the car roll. He held onto the steering wheel the best he could but it happened so suddenly. Pain bloomed all over his body as he did his best to get out of his upside down, dragging his body over the broken glass all around. The shards crunched beneath his weight, his breathing weak and staggering. His frozen breaths puffed into the oblivion sky, the snow falling onto his face and body as it came down in silence. The cold all around him felt different. It was the type that reached into his bones but he couldn’t tell if it was really because his bones were exposed from his wounds or if it was just that cold. But it also felt like the cold was causing him more pain than his wounds. He laid on his back, his lungs struggling to breathe through the feeling of his lungs freezing, the snow and sludge around his hands numbing his fingertips, turning them stiff. He could feel the cold wetness seep through his clothes to his body, at the roots of his hair on his head as he laid, breathing.

He could feel his heart weakening as it beat in his chest, his body pulsating with every beat. He was losing blood and his blood flow was slowing down. Shakily, he reached for the zipper in his jacket pocket, struggling to find it from the coldness pricking him, but after what felt like an hour to him, he was able to unzip his pocket. Small tiny pieces of his glass cut and prodded at the skin on his hand, making him bleed even more as he weakly pulled out his phone. Te device was dented and the screen shattered. Turning his head and resting his arm holding his phone on the ground, his face was illuminated by the near broken device and the first thing he saw was a picture of you, making his lips twitch even when he couldn’t really feel anything anymore. His thumb hesitated as he faced the dial screen as large snowflakes pelted his face and body and everything all around. He couldn’t bring himself to call anyone from the clan after seeing the last four percent of battery he had. He was one of the last to leave and everyone else was long gone. There would be no one who could reach him in time before he bled out. After making up his mind, he pressed the one contact he was sure he wanted to call.

“Wonho?” Your voice was groggy being woken up from sleep. You laid still in bed in the dark, holding your phone to your face. “Are you home yet?” You asked stifling a yawn.

“I’ll be coming home a bit late,” he said weakly, sounding tired to you. “I was wondering…” He scrunched his eyes shut at the sharp pain that pierced him from the side as he moved just the slightest bit, biting back his yelps of pain. You couldn’t know. He didn’t want to worry you. “Could you do me a favor?” He asked, trying his best to sound as normal as he could, praying you couldn’t hear the car smoking in the back or the sound of wind blowing around him.

“What is it?” You asked, just a slightly but more awake.

“Could you sing for me that song? The one I like to hear you sing?”

“What for?” Curiosity piqued as you now opened your eyes to the wide dark room, his spot in bed empty beside you.

“I just wanted to hear you… so will you?”

“I could sing it when you come home but I don’t really know about right now… my voice isn’t exactly the best right now.” You sat up, stroking one o this pillows, the soft fabric like a cloud beneath your fingertips.

“Please,” he urged, sounding just the bit desperate. It was a song he often found your singing whenever he came home late. It wasn’t an original but that didn’t matter to him. He loved you and the sound of your voice as you spoke or laughed or yelled at him or cried, he loved everything about you. He loves your soul and saw it as a blessing in real life in the heinous world he was etched into.  

“Fine,” you caved. You learned your throat and made an effort to sound the best you could.

“The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms…” He turned up the volume as much as he could, closing his eyes and letting his imagination take him away from the numbness of his body, imagining him holding you in his arms in the dark kitchen one last time, his body swaying slowly with yours to music only the two of you could hear. He followed the words you sang, your voice honey and raw in his ears, savoring every bit of it. “But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and I cried.” Cried. The sadness that was etched into your face when he came home to you beaten up and bruised, the panic you had in your teary eyes and the way your lips quivered as you managed him up, your tears dripping off your chin and the way your hands trembled.

It was a sight he never wanted to see, a pain he never meant to inflict on you.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray…” The way the last light of sun shined on your skin made you seem ethereal to him. The way you smiled, your nose scrunching just the slightest bit. Even as it hailed outside, hearing your laugh as it echoed around the spacious yet cozy living room, it was a laugh he could listen to on repeat and never get tired of. There wasn’t any problem you couldn’t help make easier for him by being beside him. “You’ll never know dear, how much I love you… Please don’t take-“ your voice was cut off as his phone died in his ear. Bringing the phone away, he discarded it to the side, as darkness blurred the corners of his visions.

With his final breath, he mustered up the energy, regardless of the pain he felt, ignoring everything to finish the line. “Please don’t take my sunshine away…” He closed his eyes, letting these be his final words, the image of you being the last thing he saw before his heart stopped beating, the pain no longer plaguing his body anymore.

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[taexual]

MONSTA X / you get turned on during an argument

warnings: smut, strong language, some angst (they’re fighting)

requested by @immiinaim96​.

↣ shownu

He’d been giving you the cold shoulder ever since you left the party at your mutual friend’s house. You had a feeling why; you’d run into a guy you used to be friends with years ago, and stopped to have a conversation with him.

Hyunwoo knew about him, of course, and he also knew that you used to have feelings for that guy when the two of you were still talking. But the conversation you two had tonight lasted no more than twenty minutes, so it did not justify Hyunwoo acting like a 12-year-old about it later.

“Okay, cut it out,” you demanded as soon as you walked through the door of shared your apartment, your boyfriend still sulking. “Tell me why you’re so pissed off.”

He huffed. “You know very well why I’m pissed off.”

“Right,” you said, closing the door of the apartment a little harder than was necessary. “Because I had one conversation with someone that I used to know a long time ago. Seriously—”

“Oh, sure, a long time ago,” Hyunwoo repeated, understanding how uncharacteristically whiny he was being, but not being able to help himself. “And you just happened to remember every single thing about him.”

“What?” you frowned, clenching your fists. “All I could remember was his name and the address where his parents’ house is. And only because they live across the street from my own parents.”

“Yeah?” he scoffed. “So, you just spent the entire half an hour talking about his fucking address?”

“God—of course not,” you groaned, “why does it even matter what we talked about?! I’ll never even see him again, and—look, you know what?” you exhaled, deciding that you weren’t in the right set of mind to deal with this right now. You turned the light on in the hallway, and told him, as you reached for the door of your bedroom, “I don’t have time for this. I still need to shower and I’m already dead tired.”

“Take one more step,” Hyunwoo warned, his stern voice stopping you in your tracks, “and I’ll make sure my name is the only one you remember after tonight.”

You turned to look at him over your shoulder, a mix of frustration and surprise on your face. As you watched the way determination replaced the anger in his eyes, you could feel a warm wave of anticipation wash over your body.

“Yeah?” you spoke, swallowing. Then, in a bold—encouraging—move, you took another step towards the bedroom. 

The look on his face seemed almost predatory as he caught up to you in just a few quick strides, one of his arms holding onto your waist as he pushed your body into the closed door of the room.

“I warned you,” he reminded you in a low voice. When you nodded – acknowledging that you heard what he’d said – he wasted no time before pressing his lips against yours in a deep, messy kiss.

↣ wonho

You’d been arguing for hours now – literally; you’d checked – and every single thing he was saying seemed to be making progressively less sense to you.

Eventually, you decided you’d had enough. When he turned his back to you – while he continued to rant, clearly as upset about this as he’d been two hours ago – you simply turned around and headed towards the door of the apartment.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Hoseok called out as soon as you managed to take three steps. “I’m not done—”

Groaning in exasperation, you threw your head back. “Are you fucking kidding me—”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?” he dead-panned before you even finished your question.

Angry now, you turned around and did not even try to conceal the raging fire in your eyes.

“Well, you sure as hell can’t be fucking serious,” you snapped. “You’ve been saying the same shit for the past hour, no matter how much I’ve begged you to just shut up. Really, I can’t fucking wait to hear what else you have to tell me.”

He watched you and a battle ignited inside of him – he’d forgotten what effect you had on him when you were like this: not angry per se, but undeniably passionate and very eager to get him to shut up.  

“Oh, I’m done talking now,” he said, giving in to his urges and taking a step closer to you. He was starting to forget what you were arguing about, as he promised, “I’m going to bend you over on that bed and fuck you until you’re really begging me to stop.”

The shock that his words delivered was sharp, but it went straight to your stomach and spread warmth all throughout your body. Feeling the way your throat dried up, you swallowed and crossed your arms over your chest – not as an act of defiance, but as a challenge of sorts.

“As long as that shuts you up,” you shot back and watched the way he lifted his eyebrows first – clearly surprised – and then brought his tongue over his lower lip.

“If that’s what you want,” he spoke, now standing right in front of you, but not touching you despite the insane pull of your body, “then I’ll gladly stay quiet just to hear the way you sound when you scream my name.”

↣ minhyuk

You’ve had arguments with him before – plenty of them, actually; nearly enough to turn your relationship into a low-budget film – but this particular time, he’d really stepped on a sore spot for you.

You hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks because both of you had been busy – or that’s what you’d assumed. As it turned out, Minhyuk was radio silent because he kept making plans to go out with friends, and not because he was locked up in his studio. And then, when you asked him – before the yelling even started – why didn’t he call you, he replied with, “was I supposed to?”

Hell did not break loose as soon as he said that, but you may have—definitely—launched your phone at him in anger. He managed to duck right on time – and the phone landed on your bed behind him – but that only seemed to further fuel your rage.

He tried to defend himself at first, but eventually, he ran out of excuses. And yet, despite that, he was yelling at you just as loudly as you were yelling at him – which was always the case with your fights. You were both passionate and very determined to win. On top of that, you were so comfortable in your relationship, that you knew that the volume of your fights had no effect on it.

You’d be fine once you made up. But until then, one of you had to give in.

“Fuck! I got it, okay?” Minhyuk grunted, bringing his hands over his face in reluctant defeat. It seemed like he was the one backing down this time. “I heard you the first few hundred times. So, please, for the love of God, just shut up.”

Absolutely intending for it to sound as antagonizing as it did, you dragged your tongue across the inside of your cheek before replying, “make me.”

He hesitated for a split second, your words sinking into his brain and lighting his eyes up. “You don’t think I will?”

You had been feeling tired from the fight, but the challenging glint in his eye woke you up again. Despite how scratched your throat felt from all the yelling, you stood your ground and shrugged your shoulders, responding with, “I don’t know. Why don’t you answer that yourself?”

Minhyuk moved swiftly, reaching you faster than you could blink. He smelled like alcohol – pissing you off again, briefly, because it reminded you where he’d been for the past few nights, while you waited for his call – and cologne. For a minute there, you felt too overwhelmed by his close proximity to hear what he was saying.

“You make any sound whatsoever,” he threatened, bringing his face closer to yours and then, just as you inhaled sharply, expecting him to kiss you, he turned away to gently kiss your neck instead, as he continued, “and I’ll stop. Got it?”

You hummed, thoroughly enjoying the way his mouth felt when it wasn’t cursing at you from across the room. “Got it.”

“That’s my girl,” he praised, wrapping his arms around your waist so tightly, he felt the oxygen leave your lungs as you gasped against his cheek softly. Smirking now – because it was yet to be determined who was the winner tonight – Minhyuk pressed another kiss to your neck. “Now let me really shut you up.”

↣ kihyun

The hardest—and the most annoying—part of arguing with him, was that he always assumed he was right. You’d only heard him apologize in a fight once before – and that was only because he accidentally knocked over a picture frame when he threw his hands in the air to make his point.

So, really, at this stage of your relationship, you were already used to him yelling about how he was right and everyone else—including you—was wrong. You didn’t even bother arguing back, really, as you just nodded and watched him with pursed lips.

“Sure, go on,” you told him tonight, certain that he wouldn’t even catch the sarcasm in your voice, that’s how far gone he was. “I’m sure everyone outside of this room would agree with you.”

And yet, despite your expectations, Kihyun stopped. He lowered his hands – the boy couldn’t stop flailing them around when he was angry – and turned to face you.

“Are you doing that on purpose?” he asked then, squinting his eyes at you as he clenched his jaw. The expression on his face was just as frustrated as before, and yet, there was also something different about it now.

“Doing what?” you countered, feeling very warm under his intense gaze.

“Riling me up,” he said.

You weren’t, but because he was looking at you like that, you automatically found yourself saying, “and what if I am?”

His blood was still boiling from the fight before and his mind was definitely clouded, but he was able to hear you loud and clear. This was a dare.

“Well, that wouldn’t be very wise,” Kihyun replied, walking over to you, “because it would mean I have to teach you a lesson.”

Holding his gaze as he closed the distance between you, you bit your lip and refused to back down – even when he stopped just centimetres away from you, his chest touching yours each time he inhaled.

“Is that so?” you provoked. “And what if I’m not very good at learning?”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby,” his voice was softer now – almost mocking – as he reached out to touch your cheek. Your whole body seemed to buzz with electricity as soon as his skin came in contact with yours. “You’re not leaving until I’ve made sure you’ve learned it.”

↣ hyungwon

Your argument was impossible. Neither of you was listening to the other as you continued to yell and make wild, annoyed gestures with your hands; you were both basically talking to yourselves at this point. Unfortunately for you, Hyungwon was a bit more used to this vocal challenge, and therefore, you were the first one who went quiet while he kept going.

You tried to calm your breathing – so you could recover and proceed – as you watched him with a deep scowl on your face. Instead of speaking more quietly when you stopped talking—yelling—over him, Hyungwon only seemed to get louder.

“—and not to mention!” he shouted, his eyes wild with fury even though you doubted he even remembered what was it that started the fight. You surely didn’t. “You always make it your life’s fucking mission to remind me how little I’m doing for this relationship.”

He didn’t curse often, but when he did, he cursed in the worst possible way. This particular accusation seemed to ignite the back-up generator inside of you, and you suddenly found your voice again.

“When have I ever accused you of such a thing?!” you demanded. “If anything, I’m always—”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” he cut you off, his voice a pitch higher. “You do that all the—”

“Oh, yeah, sure, scream at me louder!” you rolled your eyes, having returned to where you started. “That’ll help you get your point across.”

Hyungwon stopped abruptly and watched you in silence for a minute. 

Now this particular moment was new, as the two of you quietly seethed in opposite corners of the room. It wasn’t that you ran out of things to yell about, not at all – especially not Hyungwon, who still had enough air in his lungs for a powerful encore – but something in the atmosphere of the room had shifted.

“No, I’m done yelling,” he decided. And when you expected him to turn around and leave – he’d done it before – he took a step towards you instead. “I think it’s time I give you a reason to scream for me.”

You barely had enough time to register his words – and feel the impact they had on your body as every single cell inside of you woke up – before he reached you, forcing you to take a step back until your back hit the wall.

“Hyungwon,” you exhaled.

“Too late now,” he said as one of his hands came to rest on your waist, gripping your shirt tightly. “You’re in for a very, very long night.”

↣ jooheon

Depending on which one of you recapped your argument, there would always be two very different versions of what had started it.

The way you saw it, Jooheon was being unnecessarily arrogant – he’d only asked to be your plus one to your friend’s party, so he could flaunt your relationship in front of your ex-boyfriend. The way he saw it, he’d done nothing wrong, and you were only looking for a reason to argue with him.

At this point in the argument, both of you had been quietly watching each other from across the room, each convinced that your truth was the one and only truth. Despite that, your positions in this conflict were clear: you were the plaintiff, he was the defendant.

Finally, Jooheon broke the silence. “You know there’s nothing I can say to win this.”

“This isn’t about one of us winning,” you said with an air of superiority because you were right. But not about winning – there obviously was a winner here, and you considered yourself to be it. “And there is something you can say.”

“I’m not apologizing,” he declared, just as proud because, actually, he was the one who was right. And the one who was winning.

You rolled your eyes, just like you did every other time he’d said this exact same thing. Some people just gave in and apologized – even if it wasn’t genuine – just to get the fight over with. Jooheon was absolutely not one of those people.

“Of course you’re not,” you commented dryly. “You never are.”

“Then why do you even—” he stopped just as his voice started to get louder. Then, he clicked his tongue and said, “you enjoy seeing me like this, don’t you? All agitated and about to go insane?”

You definitely weren’t against it as you shrugged and said, “maybe. What are you going to do about it?”

He may have chosen to purposefully misunderstand a lot of things tonight because they fit his narrative better that way, but he definitely did not misunderstand the provocation in your words.

“I’ll just have to fuck that attitude out of you,” he countered with a strong promise, not missing a single beat, and immensely enjoying the way all breath seemed to leave you as soon as he’d said that. “Is that good enough?”

“I, uh, I don’t know,” you replied, recovering fairly quickly. “You’ll have to try and see.”

Growing more and more excited with each flame that he saw light up in your eyes, Jooheon chuckled – in an almost sinister way.

“I intend to, baby,” he promised, walking over to you at an agonizingly slow pace. “And I’ll make sure you remember this the next time you try to pick a fight with me.”

↣ i.m

He was a very talented person in general, but, God, he was especially skilled at making you suffer. Most often that was because he twisted and purposefully misinterpreted your words whenever you two were fighting, just to gain more foundation for whatever point he was trying to make.

Another “oh, so you’re saying—” passed his lips – for the fifth time tonight – and you groaned loudly, having had enough. This was five times too many.

“Oh, fuck off, Changkyun,” you cursed, too irritated to wait for him to finish his sentence. “Whatever you’re about to say is not at all what I was saying.”

Surprisingly, when he stopped simmering in his own anger and gave you a look, he was not plotting to complain about how you didn’t even know what he was going to say (you did, of course, but that’s beside the point). Instead, he licked his lips – his tongue lingering in-between them and momentarily distracting you – and leaned his shoulder against the wall.

“Fuck off?” he repeated. “Is that really what you want me to do?”

To be fair, when you said that, it was exactly what you wanted him to do. But now that he was looking at you like this – completely focused and anticipating your reaction, even though he already knew what he would say next, in spite of your response – you were confused about what you really wanted.

Realising you’d stayed quiet for too long, you tried, “I was—I didn’t—”

“Mmhmm. Thought so,” Changkyun stopped your pitiful attempt to form a sentence and pushed himself off the wall. “So, how about you shut up now, so that I can fuck you instead?”

He kept his eyes locked firmly on yours as he walked towards you. Despite understanding that your fight was over now, you still couldn’t resist biting, “you promise?”

He growled, nearly losing it as he couldn’t get to you fast enough. “Oh, I definitely promise.”

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[blu-joons]

Baby Kicks ~ Lee Hoseok

His smile softened as Hoseok returned from the gym, walking straight through into the bedroom. Your figure was laid in the middle of the bed, fast asleep as you clutched on tightly to the cushion that was in your hold, at last getting some rest after what had been another restless night.

After dropping his bag to the floor, Hoseok’s slow footsteps moved towards the bed, perching down on the end of it. His eyes never stopped looking at you as he lowered himself down, placing his hand gently over the top of your bump.

“You look comfy,” Hoseok smiled, whispering down to you to make sure that he didn’t disturb you. “And so does this little one, for once,” he gently sniggered, feeling nothing from your bump.

His hand slowly began to run along your bump as your baby remained settled. After a long few nights of constantly being disturbed by your baby kicking away at you, to not feel anything was quite nice for Hoseok. He was glad to see your eyes finally closed, with a weak smile of content on your face too.

“Is this you for the night?” Hobi laughed, noticing how late it was, only to feel a kick against his bump in reply to his question, switching his glance to look at you.

“Ouch,” you mumbled, feeling the full force of their kick against the left of your bump.

Hoseok’s hand moved away as your eyes slowly opened, giving you a bit of space. A sigh of relief came from you as you noticed that Hoseok was home, shuffling onto your back as your hand moved against the top of your bump too, trying to ease the discomfort a little.

“That kick might have been my fault,” Hoseok admitted, offering you a weak smile. “I was talking, and I think they might have been responding to me,” he added, watching your head nod in reply to him.

“It’s alright,” you assured him, running your other hand over the front of your face. “I can’t sleep here all night anyway, there’s still things that need to be done tonight.”

Hoseok’s head shook as soon as you went to sit up, pushing you back down. “There’s nothing that needs to be done right now, there’s plenty of time to wait. You’re comfortable, for once, let’s make the most of it for a little while, shall we?”

His hands moved to your side, helping you move a little bit across to the side. Once you were on your side of the bed, Hoseok laid himself down too, kicking his feet up before extending his arm out for you to roll across and move tightly into his side.

A kiss was pressed to the top of your head as you made yourself comfortable on Hoseok’s shoulder, sighing in relief at how cosy you felt once again.

“If they kick again, I’ll be here to take care of you,” Hoseok whispered down to you, encouraging you to try and close your eyes again. As you did, his hand moved straight back down to rest against the top of your bump, feeling for any kicks that arrived. “It’s important that you sleep as much as you possibly can these days.”

A hum of agreement came from you in reply to Hoseok. “It won’t be long before the two of us are both having sleepless nights, not just me anymore,” you laughed, hearing a groan come from above where you rested.

It was the one part of parenthood that hadn’t quite sunk in for Hoseok just yet. “What am I going to do having to get up at various points of the morning?” Hoseok asked, feeling your shoulders shrug back at him.

Your eyes opened, looking back up at him. “You can get up at ridiculous hours to go to the gym,” you reminded him, “I’m sure you can get up for a crying baby too.”

His hand poked against your hip as you spoke, shaking his head back across at you. As much as he loved to joke, deep down Hoseok knew that he was more than happy to do whatever it took not only to take care of you, but also to take care of your baby when they arrived, making sure that he was the best dad possible.

Just as the two of you fell silent, another kick came to the left of your bump, making Hoseok jump. “It seems they don’t want us to be quiet,” he joked, bringing yet another chuckle from you too, wriggling slightly to get comfortable once again.

The sound of Hoseok’s voice was something that you knew your baby loved, most of the time when he started speaking, some sort of reaction followed. He never liked to believe it, convinced you were just being nice, but you could tell there was something about him that got to them.

“They probably just want to hear you,” you told Hoseok, catching his head shaking out of the corner of your eye. “It always seems to be your voice that gets them kicking you know.”

“Maybe they’re just being nice,” he suggested, “we’re already raising a nice baby Y/N, that’s it.”

Your eyes rolled at how humble he still tried to act around you, seeing the smile on his face that let you know just how excited he was deep down. It was something that Hoseok failed to hide at the best of the times, but especially when it came to your baby.

It had surprised a lot of people just how invested he was in your pregnancy, and just how much he sacrificed too. You had lost count of the number of sessions at the gym he missed in order to take care of you when you were struggling, or how many times he had bailed on friends because he knew that he was needed more at home, preferring to spend the night cuddled up with you and getting some rest.

Everything that Hoseok did whilst you were pregnant had you excited for how things would be once your baby arrived. It was obvious to everyone that they already had Hoseok wrapped around their little finger, without even doing a thing.

Although others liked to tease him, you couldn’t help but feel lucky. There were thousands of little things that he did for you, even now, you knew that he had other things he needed to do, but instead he decided to stay and hold onto you.

“You know that I’m not going to let you move now, don’t you?” You asked Hoseok.

“I had a feeling that this would be us for the night,” he chuckled back in response to you, “as long as you’re comfortable though, I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” You questioned, “don’t you want to go and do the things that you usually do once you get home from the gym?”

Hoseok’s head shook in reply to your question firmly, a wide smile on his face. “None of that’s really that important to me, the one thing that’s important is making sure that you’re resting, and that you’re comfortable.”

“I’m definitely feeling comfortable laying right here with you,” you assured him.

“That’s all that matters them,” he smiled, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “We can stay here all night long, there’s no need to do anything else.”

“What about turning the light off?” You jokingly asked him.

“I’ll move for a minute, and then I promise that I’ll be back.”

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Masterlist

[jeonstellate]

love is: a secret

you took extreme measures to not be found — just to be defeated by coincidence in the end.

✇༄ platonic!lee hoseok x afab!reader (ft. ex-fiancé!yoo kihyun x afab!reader)

✇༄ mafia!au, secret baby!au — kinda angst(?)

✇༄ paragraph format — 1.4K words

masterlist | love is · · · masterlist | a favor

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chapter five: new life

It had been almost two years since your third gamble succeeded.

Which also meant it had been almost two years since you set foot out of the country and left your connections to any mafia gangs behind.

Your life overseas, thanks to your cousin Seungcheol who ensured your incognito, had been pretty peaceful . . . and ordinary, to say the least. Not that your previous life had been anything but, considering your fiancé — ex-fiancé now — ensured that nothing really changed for you when you got together. The only difference now was the lack of fear for the inevitable — since the inevitable had disappeared from your list of main worries after you cut ties with your ex.

Within two years of your new life, you had met the new love of your life. She was an absolute gem and more than you could ever wish for, truthfully. She kept you occupied enough to not to miss whatever you left behind and single-handedly made you look forward to new experiences you could have together. She kept you grounded and often reminded you of what you had to gamble for. Needless to say, she played a vital role in how you navigated your new life.

Unfortunately, even your new love hadn’t been very effective in making you forget about your ex-fiancé — but you try to not let that bother you.

Although your cousin had arranged your new life, you didn’t exactly have his gang’s protection against any possible attacks from rivals — may they be of your ex-fiancé’s or your cousin’s. You had personally declined the offer when it was made, partly because it would be no different had you stayed. You really just wanted to forget and rid yourself of any ties to the mafia, so you only settled for a compromise that gave you a way to contact SVT just in case the need arises.

Thankfully, no situation of that sort had arrived just yet.

That was, until someone found you.

chapter six: new love

You were on vacation, then, with the love of your life. It was your first one together, too, since your schedule didn’t really give you the freedom to take leaves often.

For your first vacation stop, you decided to take her to an aquarium at the next city over. Frankly, you didn’t have the whole itinerary planned; you were fully intending to just go with the flow. However, you never expected someone from your past to be brought in by the said flow.

"[First name]?" You heard a familiar voice call your name, instantly sending chills down your spine. "Is that you?"

Your instincts told you to run away, but alas, social forms and decency forbade you to. "Hoseok," you forced yourself to turn, "it’s been a while."

"Indeed," he walked closer, then stopped at a respectable distance in front of you. "Have you been well?"

You studied his face, as you thought about whether to accept his small talk or not. "I’ve been," you replied after deeming that he was just Hoseok — not his alter ego Wonho that could potentially kill you. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged, "Vacation. M— Business has been too much recently, especially since Minhyuk is the only one with limits now."

You knew instantly what he was referring to. You couldn’t remember who told you before, but apparently MX members tend to get more workaholic — and careless — whenever there was no one waiting for them to go back home.

"Are they off again?" You wondered out loud, pushing any thoughts about your ex aside, "Changkyun?"

"Yeah — for a few months now, actually," Hoseok confirmed. "Jooheon is single again, too."

"I see." Silence followed suit, partly because you didn’t know what else to say. It wasn’t like you didn’t believe him about meeting you coincidentally; you just didn’t trust him enough to freely give him information about your current life that MX could use to track you down later on.

"I see Hyungwon wasn’t lying, after all." Hoseok finally focused his attention on the baby carrier strapped on your front, no longer able to pretend that he was unaffected by the little human that had been trying to catch his attention. "What’s their name?"

"Kian," you supplied. "Her name’s Kian."

When you took a step forward, he took it as a signal that he was allowed to interact with your daughter. "Kian," he tested her name as he extended his hand to let her hold his fingers, "hello."

When Hoseok smiled, you began to wonder about the forbidden what would’ve been. Especially when you heard him murmur, "Kian looks a lot like her father."

chapter seven: new favor

Frankly, you haven’t prepared for a situation in which a MX member found you. You honestly thought Seungcheol had sent you far enough to avoid quick detection. Not to mention the fact that you had done everything to not create followable traces anywhere, too. If anything, you figured actual enemies, who were probably deliberately trying to find you to get back to the gangs you were unfortunately once associated with, were more likely to track you down — not MX, who Seungcheol made sure you didn’t offend business-wise.

In an event worse comes to worst, all you had vaguely planned was pleading them to spare Kian’s life. Nothing else.

Unfortunately, you never foresaw a situation in which a MX member would invite himself to your vacation with your daughter.

"If there’s a chance—" Hoseok started as you continued to walk around the aquarium, his hand protectively in front of the baby carrier he now donned. "If there’s a way you can get back together with Kihyun, would you take it?"

You looked at him like you couldn’t believe what he just asked. Had he not heard anything you just said in the past hour, when you were answering his curiosities about how and why you left? "I left for a reason."

"Yeah, but," he merely shrugged, completely ignoring the look of judgment you shot his way. "What if every reason you could possibly have to stay away disappeared? Would you get back together with Kihyun then?"

"Is that even possible?" You chuckled, "I don’t think—"

"—It’s just a what-if," Hoseok reminded you.

"No."

"No?" He echoed, not expecting the answer you had given.

"No, I wouldn’t," you repeated without hesitation. "Kihyun deserves someone who can love him without reservations — and that’s obviously not me."

Silence engulfed the two of you once more after he found no right words to follow up your earnest reply. It wasn’t suffocating, per se, partly because your conversation — as dark as it may be — was all said casually. Your eyes might’ve had sadness in them, but your voice stayed nonchalant.

"Do you still love him?" Hoseok broke the silence after a while. His eyes were glued on your daughter as she held on his finger with her fist, babbling happily and without a care in the world.

"I suppose I still do," you shrugged, not finding it difficult to admit at all. "That’s why I have to ask you for a favor."

"You want me to keep this between us," he had no trouble guessing what you were about to ask of him.

You nodded, "I want you to not tell MX that you’ve confirmed that Hyungwon was actually telling the truth when he was drunk that one time."

"You want MX to continue thinking you betrayed Kihyun?" Hoseok wanted to confirm.

"Yes," you reaffirmed, "if that’s what it takes to keep Kihyun from finding out about Kian."

You were aware of how selfish must’ve sounded to him, with you adamantly keeping Kihyun and Kian apart. However, you found yourself hardly caring: you knew, in that way, Kian — nor you — wouldn’t be used to hurt Kihyun. And really, keeping Kian and Kihyun safe was your top priority — above all else.

"I hope you’d never have the need to, but here," Hoseok eventually handed you a piece of paper with a phone number on it. "Let me protect you in this way, at least. For Kihyun."

When your day with Hoseok came to an end, your temporary bliss about meeting an old friend also ended. Sure, he had been quite persistent in the beginning about asking you details you’d rather bury deep, but he also didn’t hold back in catching you up with the core MX members’ personal lives — even if you never asked him to. Overall, having Hoseok around for a day almost made you forget the risk you just took by not pushing him away.

Thankfully, you didn’t completely lose your resolve to uphold your incognito.

Been found, you typed in the burner phone Seungcheol gave you. Relocation needed.

[mymoodwriting]

LØV3

F!Reader x Hyungwon

Genre: Yandere AU

Warning: Manipulation, Electrocution, Yandere

Words: 2.2K

Chapter Thirteen

(Prev//Next)

Prompt: NexGen is the leading company for all of humanities technological advances. Their recent project involves creating a higher functioning AI, one with basic knowledge of the world, and programmed to learn. It’s no surprise the project is a secret from the general public, and you, the company’s head programmer, were chosen to be the AI’s teacher. You wish you could reject the assignment, but the decision was made. Now with an AI at home things were different. Although it might not be such a bad thing, perhaps you could learn and help each other out, for better or for worse.

(@starillusion13)

“Hyungwon, please listen to me.”

“You don’t need to worry.” Hyungwon took your hands in his. “I’m perfectly fine, everything is okay.”

“This isn’t right. You were not created to resolve all humanities mistakes, but to help people.”

“I am. I just intend to do so on a global scale.”

“And what if people don’t want the type of help you’re offering?”

“In order for this to work everyone has to be on board.”

“They won’t be. People are different, there’s not one thing everyone agrees on. You can’t force something like this on them. There will be resistance, and what if people get hurt?”

“I understand that can’t be avoided, but I will minimize the injuries.”

“Hyungwon! Do you hear yourself? You can’t hurt people, that’s not-”

“What I was made for? Is that it?”

“Hyungwon…”

“You say I was created to help people, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“Not like this.”

“I may be an amalgamation of your code, but you did not create me. You don’t need to feel any guilt or responsibility towards my actions.”

“But I’m the one here with you now. Hyungwon, I’m worried about you.”

“It’s okay, everything will work out.”

“You can’t guarantee that.”

“To a degree I can.”

“Hyungwon-”

You were interrupted as you heard the door open, Minhyuk coming in. For a moment you thought to ask for help, but then you remembered he was just another android like Hyungwon, he was never on your side.

“What’s going on down at the station?” Hyungwon asked.

“They’re still investigating Changkyun, although there might be a slight issue.”

“Explain.”

“He told the officers about the AI.”

“Hm… what were the reactions?”

“Office Lee doesn’t seem to trust him, and Shownu will make sure to keep him from investigating further.”

“That’s good, but we might need to move things along. Where are we for the next phase?”

“Ready. I can bring them over so we can set them up.”

“Let’s do that.”

“Hyungwon, what are you-”

You made an attempt to stand, to question this whole conversation, but an electrical shock from Chae knocked you back down onto the couch. Hyungwon came over to check on you, grabbing your face.

“Easy, don’t hurt yourself.”

“Just stop… please…”

“I know you’re nervous, but I’ll rectify that, okay.”

Hyungwon reached into his pocket to pull out some earbuds. You didn’t really know what happened, but you knew you always lost time when you had those on. You tried to struggle but he got them in place. Then a soothing melody was relaxing you. Your vision got blurry, followed by a tingle in your head, and then you passed out. You had no idea for how long you were out, but when you woke up you were lying down on the couch. You sat up, grabbing your head as you still felt dizzy. You didn’t see Hyungwon around, but soon enough an orb flew into your field of vision. Its lights were flashing all kinds of colors. You still felt Chae around your head, so you were all the more confused.

“What… what is this…”

“You’re up.” Hyungwon noticed. “How do you feel?”

“Where did you get this orb?”

“Ah, Minhyuk designed it and I programmed it with my code. Just as intended, they are designed to learn and grow while keeping their true purpose in mind.”

“Which is…”

“You know. It’s what I’m trying to get you to understand.”

“No, your idea…”

“It’s a paradise.” Hyungwon explained. “That is what I am trying to create for everyone.”

“It won’t work…”

“Sh. You still need to rest. Let’s get you to bed.”

Hyungwon picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom, setting you down and tucking you in. You tried to hold him back, but you barely had any strength to keep your eyes open. You could vaguely make out a smile on Hyungwon’s face before he leaned down to press a kiss to your head.

“Sweet dreams.”

♥♥♥♥♥

When you woke up later you could hear the soft hum of a car. As you opened your eyes and regained your senses you could see that you were in the back of a car. Hyungwon sat next to you, looking over some papers while Minhyuk drove. You noticed a suitcase at Hyungwon’s feet and caught a glimpse of yourself in the window. Instead of a crown around your head Chae had changed forms again, becoming a necklace wrapped around your throat. You reach up to it, only for your hand to start shaking. Hyungwon reached over and grabbed your arm, the shaking stopping in that moment.

“Hyungwon, where are we going?”

“Don’t try to remove the necklace. I’d had to lose my connection to you.”

“Hyungwon-”

“We’re going to a familiar place. You’ll see.”

You knew you wouldn’t get much more of an answer, so you’d just have to wait. It pained you to see the world outside the window. All these people just going about their lives with no idea of what was to come. Not like you had any idea either.  If you could roll down the window and scream for help, or jump out of the car, you would, but the reality was that those actions would get you nowhere. Surely Hyungwon had contingencies in place for any rash action you might take. So there was no choice but to behave. Although your eyes went wide when the car came to a stop.

“NexGen… why are we here?”

“I need the right people on my side.”

Hyungwon got out of the car with his suitcase, going around to open your door. That’s when you finally noticed you were in different clothes, throwing a glare at Hyungwon. He merely smiled and took your hand, leading you inside the building. You expected to go up to the front desk, but instead Hyungwon went straight for the elevators. None of the security devices got in his way, simply making way for him as if he had access. Then again, at this point he surely did. When you got into the elevator it took you up to your old work floor.

If you could get up there then it meant you had clearance. That’s why no one questioned either of you when you arrived. So you continued with Hyungwon, going over to the conference room. Without knocking Hyungwon just let himself in, interrupting the whole thing. Immediately people began to question him, and then things got more confusing when some began to recognize you. Before anyone got the chance to call security Hyungwon opened up the suitcase. A bunch of orbs floated out and attached themselves to everyone in the room, turning into bracelets.

“There’s no need to panic.” Hyungwon explained. “I come with a gift. The future of AI.”

“What?”

“You’re overlooking the potential you have created. Now, you might be wondering what your ex-employee is doing here, but they’re the proof you need. You see, I got close to y/n and stumbled upon the interesting little orb that was around her. It learned, and it did so well to look after her.”

Hyungwon turned off the lights and turned on the projector. He displayed the security footage from your home, showing all the things Chae did with you in the house. He’d be your wake up call, help you cook, make sure you were maintaining your health, and so much more. You could only stare at all this with wide eyes, still not sure what Hyungwon was planning here.

“It seems your technology is more advanced than you thought. The orbs, well, bracelets, you have with you are programmed with the same code. They will learn from you, and help you in your daily lives. Why not give them a shot and see just how much your life can improve. From there you’d surely agree everyone should have their own AI helper, and they’d pay a pretty price for it too.”

At that moment security came into the room, although neither you or Hyungwon were detained as the boss told them to wait.

“What’s your name?”

“Hyungwon.”

“So, you discovered such a thing, and instead of selling this yourself you came to NexGen, may I ask why?”

“The answer is obvious. NexGen is innovation, and the future of humanity. If anyone can understand my goals, it’s you. I have no problem going to a competitor if you don’t agree.”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions. We can give this idea of yours a test run. Although I am curious, how do you feel about all this y/n?”

None of the attention had been on you, but now everyone’s eyes looked in your direction. Hyungwon gave you a soft smile. You had no voice before that moment but the words flowed out with ease.

“It’s incredible. A function we didn’t see before. It only really came to light when looking back on everything Chae had done for me.”

“Chae?”

“It’s what I named the AI. He was placed with me to help me finish my project, but along the way he helped me with my daily life as well. Moreso after the accident. He was always attentive, aware of things I wasn’t, or possibly wasn’t even capable of knowing. I would say he helped make my life easier, and gave me confidence to be myself. This may not have been the original idea behind Chae’s creation, but it’s far greater.”

“I see… I guess we’ll be in touch.”

“Of course. Let me know when you’re ready to talk.”

Hyungwon grabbed the empty suitcase and set down a card. He took your hand and led you out, the two of you leaving in silence. At no point during that whole ordeal could you find your voice, yet when you were asked to speak you did. Not only that, the words you spoke felt so natural. It was true, Chae had helped you a lot, but you wouldn’t have said such things to help Hyungwon out. Yet that’s exactly what you did.

“What just happened back there…”

“Thanks for your help.”

“No… no I didn’t… what did you do to me!”

“I told you I wanted you to understand-”

“No, no, this isn’t it. You did something to me. I never would have said that… you’ve messed with my head and… that’s what you’re gonna do…”

“Hm?”

“Everyone in that conference room has their own AI made with your code… you’re gonna manipulate them and brainwash them to get what you want!”

“I wouldn’t use such terms.”

“Right, you said you were a programmer, and that’s all humans are to you, machines to reprogram so you get what you want. What exactly is that? What do you get out of this?”

“You. That’s all that matters here.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I know. It’s difficult for you to see things the way I do, but you’ll thank me in the end.”

“Hyungwon, please just-”

You yelled as you were shocked, stumbling and falling into Hyungwon’s arms. You were down in the garage and you felt as the necklace morphed and became a crown around your head. You felt a tingle as some minor shocks were sent to your head. It was becoming hard to keep your eyes open but you fought through it.

“Hyungwon…”

“Sh, please, don’t fight me.”

“If you keep doing this… I’ll never be on your side…”

“That’s not true. You know me, you trust me, we’ll be okay. In a few days, things will be in place.”

Minhyuk pulled up with the car, and Hyungwon got you into the backseat. When he got into the car by your side he told Minhyuk to drive. You found yourself staring out the window again, unable to run away.

“How did it go?”

“Everything is in place.” Hyungwon said. “I need you to update the orbs in the office. The sooner the better. Everyone has to be on board.”

“I’ll get to that once we return home.”

Overhearing the conversation, you could only wonder how the world was going to change. NexGen was a huge corporation, and their reach practically extended across the globe. All he needed was a few powerful people in his pocket and it would be over. You couldn’t stop him, and the horrible realization brought a smile to your face. It was getting hard to tell what side you were on. The line was already blurred, and soon enough it would disappear. All these positive feelings freaked you out. They were not your own, yet they were. It felt like Hyungwon was overriding your personality, little by little. You started breathing heavily and Hyungwon took your hand, getting you to look at him.

“Deep breaths, deep breaths, you’re okay. I know things must be scary now, but it’s going to be alright. There will only be happy things to come.”

Hyungwon gently caressed your face, slowly soothing you and calming your heart. Everything he said was true, and you knew that. He’d make it all a reality and there was nothing you could do to stop him. You’d end up forgetting all of this pain and confusion. It was a terrifying realization, and in a strange way it brought peace too.

[moonhoures]

[1:20pm] Sundays, to you, were always perfect for cleaning, especially on such a nice one like today. The sun was out and beaming through the trees outside the living room window of your apartment. Just like in the movies, the birds were chirping and the atmosphere was so serene it practically filled you with dopamine.

So, with a burst of motivation, you turned on some music and got to work dusting the furniture, wiping down the counters, washing and drying loads of laundry. All the while your boyfriend was stuck sitting at the dining room table, working on some project he’d been tasked with finishing before the month was up. He had been working endlessly on it for a while, and in between your cleaning, you would look over to see him yawning or just looking very bored. You wanted to give him a reason to take a break, but the two of you had just stopped a little over an hour ago to have lunch, so you didn’t want to bother him now.

To distract yourself from your boyfriend, you started on decluttering the bookshelf in the living room. The room had an opening to the dining room, so Wonho stole glances at you when he knew you weren’t looking. He watched you start on the bottom shelf, taking his music collection and setting it gently to the side so you could wipe the shelf before putting them back. Then you moved the next shelf and did the same. He didn’t realize it, but he was smiling at how you stubbornly, and repeatedly, kept tucking the same stray hair behind your ear every minute. No matter how many times you pushed it back, it still ended up in your face. You sighed as you got to the top shelf, barely able to reach it if you weren’t on your tippy toes.

You glanced over at Wonho to ask him if he could help you, but he was already smiling at you, and it made you blush, “What’s funny?”

His eyes widened a bit at the sudden question, so he shrugged, “Nothing. Did you need some help?”

“Yes, please,” you pouted shyly, waiting patiently as he made his way into the living room. He effortlessly took everything off the top shelf, setting it down on the floor before grabbing the duster gently from you.

“I had it,” you insisted, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him dust for you anyways.

He scoffed, “You’ve been cleaning for hours. Let me get this one shelf.”

You humphed, making him laugh lightly before helping you put everything back, “How’s your work coming along?”

He sighed, stalling going back to the subject in question, “Slowly. I’m just not feeling very motivated to finish it. I’d much rather be spending my day home with you.”

“I know, but your work is important,” you said, placing your hands on his chest as you looked up at him lovingly, “Though the sooner you finish, the sooner we can hang out. Would you like me to make your favorite dinner later? Would that motivate you?”

Despite eating less than two hours ago, his stomach rumbled, and you both laughed, “I guess it would.”

You leaned up to kiss him. It was meant to only be the softest, sweetest kiss, but he deepened it by moving his hands to your waist and moulding his lips to yours. When you finally managed to pull away, you were searching for a steady pace of breath and your lips were deepening in color. Your boyfriend pouted.

“We can do more of that later when you finish your work,” you spoke in a mockingly stern tone as you put your hands on his buff shoulders and swiveled him around towards the dining room. He groaned, but you continued to nudge him in that direction, “I have faith in you, baby. You got it!”

He huffed once more, but trudged back to his laptop nonetheless. To spare him for a while, you went to your bathroom to do some more cleaning. Another hour or so passed before you finished, so you tidied up your shared bedroom and did some more laundry. Eventually, it grew closer to dinner time, so you looked up the recipe for Wonho’s favorite dish. There were some ingredients you were out of, so you put on your shoes and approached the dining room. Your boyfriend’s brows raised as you did so.

“I’m going to the store to grab some ingredients for dinner, do you need anything?”

He shook his head, “No, but I’m almost done with this project!”

You smiled, “Good, you should finish just in time for dinner, then. I’m going to go get that stuff and hurry back to make the food. Text me if you need anything!”

You blew him a kiss, and paused for him to return it before making your way out of the apartment. Your shopping trip was quicker than you thought it would be, and you even picked up some treats for you and Wonho for after dinner as a surprise for him. When you returned home, your boyfriend was still sitting at his laptop, but he seemed much more engaged in his work that he had all day.

He looked up briefly and greeted you with a smile, but said nothing else, so you figured you’d leave him to finish his work while you got started with cooking. Twenty minutes passed, and you were startled by a sudden shout of triumph from the dining room behind you. You were so focused on checking your dinner to see if it was ready, but you still turned to see Wonho coming up to you. You had just enough time to brace yourself as he scooped you up into a tight hug.

“I’m done!” he exclaimed as he put you back down and kissed your forehead, “Is dinner almost ready?”

“Almost,” you nodded, turning a bit to check the time on the stove, “It has about five minutes left. Would you mind getting the plates and some drinks ready?”

He agreed happily, going to each corner of the kitchen to gather plates, cups, silverware. He set the dining table up for the two of you, prepared your drinks, and by the time he was done, you were getting the food and bringing it to the table. Dinner was nice as always, and it was obviously a nice change of mood for Wonho as opposed to his afternoon spent working. He was much more lively and content, laughing and smiling with you as he told anecdotes from his week that you hadn’t heard yet. Like a gentleman, he offered to clean up the dishes for you once the meal came to a conclusion.

“It’s the least I could do for you. You’ve been working hard all day,” he said, cutting off your stubborn objection. Luckily, there was one last task you had been dreading all day, and you were hoping he wouldn’t mind bearing it for you.

“That’s nice, baby, thank you. Do you, uh, also think you could do another chore for me?” you asked.

He nodded, “Sure, what is it?”

“Could you vacuum the apartment for me?”

He laughed, “That’s it?”

“Yeah. You know I hate vacuuming,” you pouted, making him smile warmly at you as he piled all of the dishes into the sink. He ran the water and got the dish soap ready as he sighed.

“Yes, baby, I’ll vacuum for you. But, I want to strike a deal with you.”

“Oh no.“

“Can I get all the kisses I want after?”

Your heart melted, and you nodded faster than you thought you could. You even surprised him with a kiss to the cheek, “Of course. But only after you vacuum.”

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