#monsta x wonho fanfiction

[kcake555]

Wonho cake 🍰

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[18+ MDNI!!!]

MirrorKink!Wonho and the laugh he lets out when he sees you struggling to keep your eyes on him through the large mirror leaning against the bedroom wall as he fucks you from behind with a passion. Your head falling forward, but he clicks his tongue in a reprimanding manner as he grabs a hold of your chin to make you look at him, his eyes darkening with lust as you meet his gaze. He smiles at you as he picks up the pace, watching you fall apart for him.

MirrorKink!Wonho who will send you videos when you’re long distance (with sound because he knows how much you love it). Something about him kneeling on the rug in front of the Ultrafragola mirror you bought him for his birthday, recording himself with his grey sweats tugged down to his thighs as he strokes his oiled cock is enough to make him cum untouched. He holds the hem of his tank top between his teeth as he works himself in front of the camera for your eyes only, his precum leaking out warning him to slow his movements. MirrorKink!Wonho as he tries not to sound needy with the amount of whimpers he lets escape his mouth but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t wish your hands were there instead of his. The soft pink illumination from the mirror’s rim adding an almost artistic beauty to such a sinful video. The camera catches the reflection of his dick as Wonho falls over the edge, and he inches closer to the mirror as strings of his cum shoot onto the glass.

MirrorKink!Wonho who watches you lean your head back in pure ecstasy as you ride him from the ceiling mirror he installed and wanted to test out. You put one arm on his thigh as you lean back to steady yourself and one on his defined abdomen to maybe lessen the impact of his thrusts, to no avail.

MirrorKink!Wonho who pushes your face flush against the mirror behind the bathroom door while there’s a whole party going on in the other room, fucking into you at a slow and torturous pace, just deep enough to trigger that euphoric off switch in your mind. MirrorKink!Wonho that will pick up speed but won’t cover your mouth because he loves the way your frantic breaths fog up the glass, so instead he threatens to stop if you get too loud and blow your cover to the party guests.

[sotteoks]

Fresh Meat | 🔞

──★ ˙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.

[kmultismut]

"Do you think he knows?"

Genre: smut

Member: Wonho x reader

Wonho was talking on the phone in the living room. You just got out of the shower and put on your favorite lingerie. You put your cloak over that and walked into the living room. You immediately felt his eyes on your figure. You smiled at him and let your hands untie your cloak. He watched your every move. You let your cloak fall down onto the ground. Wonho's mouth was open while looking at your body. "Hello? Are you listening to me?" "Oh, yeah, yeah, sure.", Wonho replied while watching you step closer to him. "Right. As I was saying...." You palmed his c*ck over his dress pants. "What are you doing?", he whispered to you. "Just wanna have some fun.", you smiled at him and pulled down his dress pants. You stroked his c*ck a few times before licking his tip. You soon took him into your mouth as much as you could. You sucked and moaned around him. He pulled your chin up and gave you a warning look. You ignored him and slowly sped up your movements. He grabbed your hair, fighting his moans. "Right. Look, hyung, I have to go." "What do you mean? We haven't even talked about.." "Yeah, yeah, I know, call you later.", he quickly hung up the phone and threw it beside him. He grabbed your hair with both hands and guided your head up and down. You moved your hand down to play with his balls. "Oh, God, baby!", he moaned as he reached his high. You swallowed his cum and got up to kiss him. "Do you think he knows?" "Probably.", you both laughed.

[bangchanshehe]

The Trespasser pt. 26

You were on top of the world with the new title of leader of your family’s clan. You were the strongest clan in all of the orient and you were proud. But your family feels that there are threats still lurking around making you a target. When they introduce you to a potential man for a business and marriage merger will it help your clan or make matters worse?

Wonho x Reader, Shownu x Reader, Jooheon x Reader

The next morning you woke up feeling groggy and tired. The entire night you kept thinking about Hoseok wondering, did he get home okay? He’s not hurt right? Why was he so drunk? Why did he have to come here of all places? Did he really mean what he said last night? And although your mind kept telling you that it was just a drunken mishap, your heart wanted to fully believe that he had come for you. It made your mind wonder if he was doing as horribly as you had been. If he was feeling like an emotional zombie, focusing only on work, and just getting through the next day like you had been doing.  But once again your brain had reared its ugly head and told you that he hadn’t, that it was just a mistake and that he only said those things because he was so drunk.

You let out a loud yawn and stretched in bed feeling your sheets glide across your skin before you reached over to find your phone on your nightstand. You clicked the lock button once to see what time it was only to find that you had close to a dozen notifications from your mother alone. You quickly unlocked your phone and rummaged through the messages and missed calls.

4 New Messages, 6 Missed calls…

Mom: You had better give me a damn good explanation as to why I heard that you and Hoseok decided to end things

Mom:  Your father is beyond pissed!!!

Mom: If you want to ever come over here again you better pick up the phone!

Mom: Fine!

You let out a loud sigh and pinched the bridge of your nose. In the mix of everything that had been going on you had tried so hard to maintain appearances so that you could explain to your parents what had happened on your own terms, and not when wounds were still so fresh.

You got up and immediately went to the bathroom to freshen up before you subjected yourself to the emotional warfare that was your mother on the phone. and while you sat on the toilet you stared down at the pad that remained completely clean after your night’s rest. You gently ripped the pad away and wadded it up in toilet tissue before you threw it away.

“it’s finally done” you whispered softly to yourself as you stared at it in the trash can. There was a particularly enslaving feeling that overwhelmed you as you looked down into the bin. Many people may not know that you were once pregnant, but you would always know and every time that you had a period you would feel a small tinge of guilt.

You finished things in the bathroom and then took a seat on the side of your bed and stared at your phone for a moment, before picking it up and calling the last person who you wanted to discuss your marriage with.

“You have some nerve calling me this late in the day missy!” Your mom almost immediately answered.

“Hello to you to mom, oh I’m fine by the way, thanks for asking!” you said back.

“What the hell happened to you? Did someone piss in your cheerios today?” she asked back, “Why the hell am I hearing that you and Hoseok decided to end things?” she paused for half a second before she continued, not allowing you to answer the question. “Get your ass over here! You have some explaining to do!” she barked out before she hung up the phone.

You sat there in complete silence like a statue for a few seconds before you unfroze. You heard the chime of a new text message alert, and you looked down at your phone to see what it was.

Mom: Don’t you dare think about disappearing! If you don’t come today, then there will be some restructuring of this family!

Your eyes widened for a moment as you processed what your mother had sent to. You knew that she was going to be disappointed that you had ended the contract with Hoseok, but you didn’t think that it was going to become so serious! You got up from your bed and quickly put on some clothes before you headed off to your parents’ home.

As you parked your car you looked up to your family home and let out a quick deep breath. Today was going to fucking suck! As you got out of your car and started your walk to the front door you looked up to see your mother standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest and a look of disapproval on her face. As soon as she was sure that you had seen her, she walked away from the door into the house leaving you by yourself outside. You completed the few steps with a scoff and a final sigh before you shut and locked the door behind you.

When you entered the house, you followed the smell of cigars and coffee to the living room where your father was smoking and reading the news paper and your mother was sitting, sipping on her coffee like a prima donna. Sensing your presence, your father looked up from his paper and quickly took hold of his cigar.

“There’s my little puppy! What are you doing here darling!” he exclaimed, obviously unaware of what was going on.

You cut your glance over to your mother before you smiled softly at him and took a seat in a chair across from her. If things weren’t already terrible now you would have to cut the news to him too, which you’re assuming that your mother was going to allow you to do as a form of punishment. “Mom called me over!” you finally answered.

“Good! It’s been a while since I’d seen you last kiddo!” he said with a chuckle.

You stared at him for a moment, taking in his happy image. You knew that his mood was going to do a whole 180 after he was finally in the loop, and your ass was going to be on the line. You looked down at your feet for a second and took a deep breath before you aired it all out.

“Dad there’s something that i-“…. You started softly but before you had time to say anything else you were interrupted.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were here! Want any coffee?” Hoseok chimed out in a positive tone as he entered the room with a coffee pot to fill your father and mothers’ cups.

You looked up at him in complete confusion and immediately began to feel yourself tighten up and close off. You looked over to your mother who was looking over at him sweetly with her cup stretch outward for a refill, and you immediately were filled with a silent rage. You were already going through enough of a tough time as is and the last person who you expected to exploit your emotions right now was your mother. But if she was going to do this to you and play around with threats then you were going to go straight to the source and make sure that she couldn’t do it again.

“Dad, there’s something that I need to talk to you about and I would prefer it if we could do that in private.” You said to him with a serious tone hoping that he could feel your sense of urgency.

Your father pursed his eyebrows together but then as soon as he had, he released them and gave you a soft smile back in return with a slight nod. As soon as he began folding his paper you stood up from your chair, ready to follow him to his study. But just as quickly as you stood up your mother had already began making her move.

“Darling none of that right now, you just got here!” Your mother trying to complain.

“If she has something that she needs to discuss with me then let her do it. She’s a busy girl!” Your father chimed in, standing from his seat.

The two of you were about to turn to leave the room when you suddenly felt a hand grabbing your wrist, restricting any further movement forward. You looked down at the hand that held onto you and followed it back to Hoseok, who had a particular look of urgency in his eyes.

“Actually, if you don’t mind… can I have a word with you first?” he asked softly.

You gave him a blank stare for a moment before you nodded your head. You looked over to your father who had already sat back down in his chair and waved his hand at you to go on. You looked back at Hoseok and pulled your hand away from his grasp, and he let go reluctantly.

You guided Hoseok to your father’s office where you knew that your conversation would remain private from any lurking eyes and ears. You locked the door behind the two of you as he entered behind you, and you gestured to the chairs that your father had arranged for meetings. You took a seat and the two of you sat in silence for a while and stared at each other’s faces.

Hoseok looked as good as ever and possibly even better, which pissed you off. Some days you could just manage to get out of bed, and yet here he was looking handsome after a night binge drinking while you were sober and feeling like a freight train had hit you.

“Why didn’t you unblock me?” Hoseok asked first thing.

You looked up to him surprised that he had remembered that much of last night. “To be honest I didn’t think that you would even remember showing up last night.”

Hoseok gave you a soft smile, but you could tell that there was nothing but a slight sting of pain behind it. “That’s fair. But if you know me at all you know that I’m a man of my word.” He said with a cheesier grin, “And… I know that you’re a woman of your word, so unblock me” he challenged.

You gave him an emotionless stare for a second before you pulled out your phone and unblocked his contact in your settings. You locked your phone and sat it down in your lap and looked up at him with a look of tiredness. “Are we done now?” you asked.

“Well….” He started to say but before he could get anything else out, he cleared his throat and looked around the room for a moment. You watched him in anticipation, which only seemed to make him more nervous. “I wanted to tell you a few things. And I know that right here, right now, is probably not the place where you want to hear them, but it’s the only way that I could get to you.”

“Well now you’re unblocked, so can we please do this another time?!” you pleaded with him

“No!” he said quickly, causing you to look up at him in shock. “I need to get this off of my chest before you go out there and tell your father that we’re done!” he said without being able to look you in the eyes.

Hoseok stood up from his chair and walked over to your father’s desk, letting his back face you. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t trust you anymore.” He said just louder than a sigh, “and I don’t want you to think that I don’t like you because of the pregnancy.” Hoseok finally turned around to face you from the desk and you could see that there was a single tear ready to spill out of his eye. “And I understand why…” he said with a broken voice.

You clenched your teeth and your fist into a tight ball as you worried about spilling tears of your own. You could see how this had affected Hoseok and it hurt to know that what you had done had caused him pain, but there was also a sense of relief that he had felt that pain. That you weren’t alone in your own thoughts and feelings. You closed your eyes and a shudder racked through your chest as you tried your best to keep yourself together.

Hoseok quickly cleared the office with a few steps and sat down on his feet in front of you holding your fists to his face as he cried. Slowly, you relaxed your hands and held his face, wiping away his stray tears with your thumbs.

“what’s done is done” you said in a soft whisper.

Hoseok gathered his breath, and he looked up at you. “I know, and I’m sorry that I tried to make the decision about my own wants… I only though of my own happiness before I even considered that this was something that could hurt you.”

You ran a hand over his hair and placed it back to his cheek trying your best to comfort him. “I know, and I’m sorry that I hid it from you.” You admitted “I should have been honest with you, but I was scared and nervous.”

Hoseok tilted his head further into your palm and shut his eyes. “Please…. Please don’t let this ruin everything that we had.” He prayed silently in your hand as you looked down on him.

“Hoseok…” you started and let out a small sob of your own. “I don’t know that it can go back to how it was after this.” You admitted “what happened is still so raw for me.”

“I know, I know.” He repeated and nodded his head “I’m sorry!” he sat up on his knees and reached out for your face to place soft kisses on your cheeks, nose, chin, forehead and eventually your lips. “I just want to be there to help pick up the pieces.” He said looking into your eyes.

You considered it… all of it. The happy moments, the moments of concern, the nights spent together and apart. The tears and the anger. And how the two of you had left each other so easily.

“I want that too…” you admitted “but I’m scared that this will always be there to haunt us.”

Hoseok pulled you down from the chair into his lap and he held you close to his chest. “I will never ever use this to harm you, start arguments, or belittle your character.” He said strongly “y/n, what I want the most is to be able to call you a partner again. And I know that right now you just need some time and space to heal, but I want to continue the contract…with you.”

You pulled back from him after your breathing and tears had settled and you looked up at him, holding onto his broad shoulders. “Are you sure?” you asked him.

He scoffed and gently tucked loose strands of your hair away from your face. “I never wanted to end it in the first place.” He said with a sad chuckle, causing you to look at him confused. “You were the one who had said that we should end things.” He smiled.

You looked down at his chest while you recalled what you had said … “Since we have come to such an outstanding disagreement then I think it’s best that we end our contract here. There’s no point of continuing if we can’t agree on such important principles or trust each other from here on out.”

“You had immediately pulled out the contract and signed it as completed, so what could I do?!” he stated. “You had already made up your mind, before I could even try to work things out.”

You nodded your head, taking ownership of how rash you had come to the decision without letting him discuss his own feelings or pain and how the pregnancy would have altered the relationship between the two of you. You had been the sole provider of your pain instead of talking things out.

“I’m sorry.” you said clearing your throat and wiping away any tear stains on your face. “I don’t really want to end things either, and things have been though lately without you there.” You admitted to him. “But I think before we jump headfirst in again, we should maybe take things slow, while we get everything figured out.”

Hoseok smiled at you and pulled you in once again, embracing you in a full body hug. You were shocked for a single moment before you allowed yourself to find comfort in his embrace again. You smiled to yourself and let out a deep breath, letting the dust settle over the animosity between the two of you.

“I’m okay with slow” Hoseok whispered to you, as he held you close.

[michiko6783]

[certified-cix-hellbeast]

WHAT'S UP GAMERS

i said that this would be primarily a cix fan account and then the first work of mine that i post is not cix smh im a disgrace forgive me fix's

thjis shit has been withering away in my storage for like two years and i can tell it's that old because there are proper capitals. i haven't looked at it since july 2020. and i don't think i will after this. Haha! it's a monsta x fanfiction that is based off of and inspired by their dramarama mv because i was absolutely obsessed with the song and its storyline. i have no fukin clue where i was going with it <3

i'm generally pretty embarrassed of my older works from at least a year ago lord help me but! i dont know any of u ppl and i am completely fine with crying myself to sleep tonight over this so it's all gucci

it seems like this was going to be hyungwon x wonho pairing but idk wtf i was thinking tbh i am probably never going to finish it or think about it ever again <3

i hope u enjoy! thx lov u

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Four watches.

He had four watches.

He actually never thought of ever giving them away at first. He wanted to keep them to himself, hidden away from the world to never have another touch or see them. It was never meant to be handled by anyone who didn't deserve it. It wasn't smart that way. The wrong hands could be seen from the wrong eyes, and the wrong eyes could lead to the wrong words meeting the wrong ears. The less that knew of this privilege, the better. Besides, he didn’t want tainted hands to rust the precious metal anyways.

So he concealed the watches in a cheap wooden box for years. Nothing special - no lock or code. Because it wasn't special. He didn't want it to seem special to him, so he left it on a shelf in plain sight too. He was playing smart. He was playing safe.

To be fair, he didn't want to take up this responsibility to begin with. It was never handed down from generation to generation, and it wasn't created to be. It was just something his father miraculously invented for his own enjoyment. Then when his parents passed away abruptly in a tragic car accident that involved the three of them, he really wanted to turn back time. He almost blamed himself for being the sole survivor. It wasn't careful, the way he took over what his father used to do. It was driven by grief. The invention is still very new.

Sadly, being new and different has its disadvantages. Everyone is terrified of the power which comes from it. Because they are scared, of course, measures must be taken to ease the fear.

Time skipping is illegal.

He wouldn't have cared much back then. But now, it nearly made Hyungwon want to scream.

He didn't, though. He stayed calm, cool and collected, like he always did, with the same passive, unreadable expression. He acted like any other civilian - relieved that the police finally took action. He acted like he wasn't a time skipper himself. It only had become apparent and known because of his father, who was overexcited and cocky with it. His father skipped all around the town - boasted to everyone he knew. Even made copies of the watches for others to have. Like the domino effect, one person knew, and then that person told another, and it continued until it was heard from authorities. Then the authorities sent out secret agents.

Those secret agents seem to be everywhere.

Hyungwon has learned, now, where their blind spots are.

One blind spot is a single-room hideaway in which he resides. It is his home. His safe haven. His sanctuary. Everything that is inside it is his, and his only, except for the watches. No one else has set foot in it but him and the watches. The only things in there that hold any significance are the watches.

It's always about the watches.

And as he realizes this, Hyungwon thinks that maybe - just maybe - he should finally take a look at them.

So he did. The box which he hadn't touched or even remotely thought about for years was off of its shelf and onto his desk. Back then, he wouldn't have made it this far with the watches. He would have never thought to touch or wear them. He didn't want the burden of being an heir to such a thing, but lately things have more than prodded at his mind. He found himself glancing at the box more often than not these days, and he wanted to know why. So he opened the box and took out the first watch he saw.

The glass was shattered - no doubt the rest of it was broken too. He precisely remembered this one, and the memories that followed it, like it was haunted by a ghost. Plagued by some kind of evil. Back then, he would've choked up at the sight. He was better now. This was the watch his father wore when he died. It was the only broken one amongst the rest, and the only to hold such a weight of emotions. But Hyungwon didn't feel that weight anymore.

Instead, he found a purpose. A desire to fix it.

And maybe, Hyungwon thought, just maybe, it might be time to give the others away too.

Hyungwon knew it would be difficult, choosing who he decided was worthy enough to wield something so special. He gathered together parts and tools, splaying them all across his desk which used to be so neat. He didn't mind it anymore. In between fixing his father's old watch, he went out more often. He observed from afar, a skill that he excelled in, as he was always so silent and attentive. When he came home, he went straight back to the broken watch. Eventually he stopped counting the days that went by - he was almost embarrassed at how long it was taking him.

It was late at night now. Hyungwon had just gotten home; after throwing his jacket, keys and wallet onto his unmade bed, he plopped himself down onto his chair. He picked up a tool and immediately resumed back to the work he left on his desk. It hadn't been that long since he started before he heard a dull thud. He paused, and then heard it again, quickly learning that it was a knock at his door.

"I-I'm sorry. Are-are you Hyungwon? Chae Hyungwon?"

He looked down towards the voice of a slightly disheveled man with short raven-colored hair and bangs that were damp against his forehead. His dark, wide eyes stared up at him, filled with a sense of distress. Hyungwon kept the door cracked enough for his head to fit through and that was it.

"Did you follow me here?" Hyungwon questioned warily.

Then those dark eyes looked away in shame, "Uh, yeah, I'm sorry. I need- I need your help."

"My help? Why mine?"

"Your father," the man started, before bringing his tone down to a soft murmur, "He was a time traveller, right?"

Hyungwon couldn't control the sharpness in his response, "Time skipper."

"So it's true?"

Hyungwon then realized that he had basically confirmed the other's suspicions. There was silence for a time, as Hyungwon pondered his next course of action - whether to trust the guy or not. He figured he looked innocent enough to, but he didn't fail to catch how big and well-muscled his arms were. It was obvious that Hyungwon would be no match against a fist fight with the man, especially with his own lanky stature. Finally, he just rolled his eyes, throwing the thought away and opening the door enough to allow the other inside.

To the taller's surprise, the stranger didn't comment on how small and unhomely it seemed in there as he invited himself to take a seat on the bed. Hyungwon did notice, though, how his gaze had settled on his desk for just a bit too long. Hyungwon probably thought more of it than he should, almost believing that he would try to take a watch then run with it. Instead, the man looked away, towards Hyungwon to follow his every move.

"I'm Lee Hoseok - just call me Wonho."

Hyungwon sat down at his desk, heaving a sigh, "Why are you here, Wonho?"

"Well, I- uh," he swallowed thickly before continuing, "I was hoping you had an extra watch. And if I could… borrow it."

"Borrow? A watch?"

Wonho was squirming in his spot, tripping over words before finally getting something out, "To meet a friend I have. Back… back in time. We were very close, and then we got separated… used to visit him so we could practice Kumdo."

"How did you two get separated?"

"I… I used to be a time skipper, until I got caught." the visitor grew quieter, "Took my watch and everything."

It was silent, silent and tense from the stranger's perspective. Hyungwon's stare never wavered as he thought long and hard about the man in front of him, begging for his assistance, basically. Then he slowly turned his head to stare at his watches - his oh, so precious watches - which still resided in the open box sat atop his desk. Then he looked back, staring into lost, pleading eyes.

"Please…" Wonho breathed, "You have no idea how long I've been looking for you."

Hyungwon murmured, "How long?"

He had told him that he was searching for months - almost a year even. In the comfort of Hyungwon's hideaway, which avoided all eyes and ears except for those inside the room, he listened to the stranger intently, nodding every so often in understanding. Wonho told him about how his father was a friend of Hyungwon's father, and he had given him a watch as a gift. It was then eventually handed down to Wonho, who met his friend, Hyunwoo, with it. The conversation branched off when he began talking about Hyunwoo.

"He was very… patient… and gentle," Wonho spoke thoughtfully, "He's the reason I got into Kumdo. Turns out he's a pretty good instructor, too."

"Until you were caught?"

"Until I was caught." he nodded sadly, "Two men, they held me down, ripped the watch right off of my wrist and then left."

Soon after, Hyungwon was returning the favor by telling the other about himself. He told him about how bold his father had been upon coming across the invention of time skipping. How famous he became for such a thing, and that he knew lots of people, while Hyungwon was quite the opposite growing up. Because of that, though, many people also didn't like his father - he would find himself in trouble occasionally. Hyungwon remembered when his father had gotten beaten up because he wouldn't give away the blueprints of the watch he created. His father saw Hyungwon as the perfect watch-bearer, though he would turn down the opportunity as he wasn't interested then. Hyungwon almost despised the idea of carrying such a power, and didn't like the responsibility of it.

"Only my father knows how to make these," Hyungwon said while gazing down at the watch in his grasp, "It's dying out as soon as it became known."

"Do you want it to die out?"

"Not exactly," he murmured, "I just don't mind if it does."

By the end of their conversation, they could pretty much consider themselves as friends. It was strange to Hyungwon, as he let him in so easily just because they had similar backgrounds, but it wasn't like either of them were complaining.

"You can have it."

Wonho blinked, "What?"

"You can have the watch."

"I… really?"

There was certainly no way Hyungwon could turn back now, but somehow he knew that he wouldn't regret the decision, after seeing how the other lit up like nothing else. So he gave him a watch. Took it out of the box carefully, thumbing at the cool metal with a long look before handing it out. Wonho accepted it just as gently, to the taller's appreciation.

"Take care of it, and stay safe." Hyungwon said.

Wonho smiled, "I will."

Before anything else, the visitor disappeared out of thin air.

Hyongwon had already assumed that he wouldn't see the man again, and he didn't mind that thought too much. He wasn't a very talkative guy - not entirely antisocial or awkward, but rather indifferent about anything that comes at him. He didn't exactly thrive off of having and keeping a relationship of any sort. Not that he didn't try to keep one, it just hasn't always worked out too well for him. So he's basically learned to just take whatever life will give at this point.

Weeks passed since his encounter with Wonho, and only little progress has been made with his father's broken watch. He begins debating on whether he should just give up or not after his first mild breakdown. It's early in the afternoon when this happens. He finds himself growing increasingly frustrated as he picks and prods at the object, wondering what more he could do. This is also when he wishes he had asked his father to teach him the ways of time skipping, back when he was alive. Hyungwon never really thought that he would be in this position though.

But why was he, though? Why did he feel so drawn to the stupid thing?

He finally lets out a yell, dropping everything back down on the desk. He pushed himself away from the scene, hunching over in his seat with his head in his hands. This was supposed to help him cool off; instead, his mind continued to pester him. It reminded him of the car crash, his parents laying lifeless against the dashboard. He hadn't thought about the incident in years, hadn't thought about how broke and lost he was. He realizes just now, as a single tear falls past his cheek, that he still feels a little bit lost.

"Ah, s-sorry- uh, H-Hyungwon-ah?"

Hyungwon's head shot up to the voice, eyes widening and mouth agape at the man standing before him. Wonho.

[kpoptrashboiii]

Welcome to my page! Honestly I have no idea how this app works but here is some stuff about me!

I write on Wattpad predominantly but I don't upload a lot of my work due to my ADHD so I am planning on just posting some here.

I listen to:

Nct (all units), BTS (rarely anymore), Stray kids, TXT (Rarely), Enhyphen (rarely), newjeans, nmixx, kard, Mamamoo, (g)-idle, Jay Park, blackpink, seventeen, Itzy, xg, bibi, yugyeom, ash island, ive, dean, twice, dpr Ian, dpr live, xdinary heroes, exo, superm, dreamcatcher, big naughty, ph-1, Zion.t, grey, Jackson wang, the rose, wonho, woodz, bewhy, ateez, red velvet, kingdom, omegax, day6, zico, MCND, block b, bigbang, and monsta x

I will write:

Smut, angst (rarely), fluff, reactions, and text scenarios

I may upload fanfiction

If you request a story:

If it's smut the idol MUST be OVER 18

That's pretty much it, thank you for reading.

[catboy-jaebeom]

this vessel is a shapeshifting lie

hi, I'm Autumn, but you can call me Leaf or Faon as well, my pronouns are they/them, I currently live in central europe, am very queer, and was born in '95. after more than a decade on this hellsite ( affectionate ) — which is btw insane, like?? ten years??? — I think I'm staying for good. and what better way to sorta commemorate this decision than to finally write up an about me that I can pin? nothing, the answer is— [ untintelligiable ]

I've pretty early on decided not to have a sideblog for all of my hundreds of interests. so, on this blog I reblog and post everything I like to reblog or post. at the moment that's mostly kpop, pretty aesthetic stuff, and whichever show has currently caught my interest; I also reblog stuff about old favourites like dragon age, the Craig!Bond movies, marvel and DC stuff, shadowhunters and others. I really like vampires, languages, and I'm a plant parent and future university student, as well as a writer, a witch and fanfiction author. you can follow me on my irregularly updated writing blog @splittergheist ( that's the only sideblog worth noting tho ).

my last tumblr wrapped I think said it's like 90 percent reblogs and 10 percent original posts on here; I'm not really a gif maker or anything of the sort, but I will reblog every single Spirit - Stallion of Cimarron gif set that crosses my dash.

be kind in my inbox or I'll simply delete your ask. I tag all of my posts, but if you ask ( kindly ) I will try to remember tagging specific things! I also copy someone's previous tags sometimes and add 'prev tags' to comment on them or to immortalize them; but I really hate people using only prev tags, I don't think that's practical at all.

underneath the read more you'll find kpop related stuff and a tiny, stupid but lovely thing one of my mutuals wrote. thank you for reading, I hope your day finds you well. <3

@meant-to-be-a-hero was kind and stupid enough to actually write me a character reference for this because he's lovely like that.

How do you sum up Autumn in five lines or less?

The Best kpop teacher, they're the Author Of Everything You Wanted To Know About GOT7 And Some Things You Didn't for a reason - I owe everything I know to them.

Master Of Keyboard Smashes. The nuance, the skill, the variation, impeccable.

They can command conversation like no one else. Do you want to talk about multiple insane, hilarious, amazing things in quick succession? Then they're your person.

Basically, Autumn is 10/10, highly recommended. Is that five lines? Who knows, I wrote this in Notepad.

—Lem, who 1000% knows what he's talking about.

and now, for the kpop people reading this, an abbreviated list of the groups I like and stan, and my biases and wreckers.

if you've come here from twitter, please don't try and start a fight over multistanning / solostanning, or over voting and streaming. this is tumblr, not twitter, and we don't do that here. you can find me on twitter @ ahgasevenbirds.

ult group: GOT7 ( post-Encore / GOT7 era )

other groups & solo artists I like: NCT, G-IDLE, Kim Junsu aka XIA, ITZY, ATEEZ, Wonho & Monsta X, ONEUS, SHINee, SVT, MOMOLAND, MAMAMOO, EXO, KARD,...

biases: Jay B, Youngjae - GOT7; Yuta, Xiaojun, Renjun - NCT; Seonghwa, Yunho - ATEEZ; Leedo, Keonhee - ONEUS; Taemin, Minho - SHINee; Joshua - SVT; Nancy - MOMOLAND; Sehun, Yixing - EXO

wreckers: Mark, Yugyeom - GOT7; Ten, Johnny - NCT; Yeosang - ATEEZ; Seoho - ONEUS; Mingyu - SVT; Kai - EXO

[wonkiewolfie]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: post the file names of your wips and let followers send the titles that intrigue them the most to your ask box. You then tell them a little about it or post a snippet as your reply.

Tagged by: @felixtok

Tagging: whoever wants to lol

I’m always late af to these things bc I’m always so busy and never check tumblr lol I saw this one when it was posted but forgot about it haha oops

Stray Kids

5+1 Cockwarming || chanlix

Blow Your Mind || Changbin

Dom Chan/Sub Felix concept

Holding Onto You || chanlix

Like Fanfiction || chanlix

Of Nightmares and the Sweetest Dreams || chanlix

Secret Admirer || chanlix

Bad Boy Complex || Changbin

Fakers || Bang Chan

Midnight DJ || Felix

Take Care || chanlix

Apples and Cinnamon || bang chan

Bring Me Back to Earth || bang chan

Don’t Be Afraid || chanlix

Match Made || chanlix

Moondance || chanlix

So Soft || chanlix

Swing of Your Hips, Swish of Your Tail || chanlix

Your World, My World || bang chan

Missing Your Touch || OT8

Breathe Me In || Bang Chan

Gone Away || Chanlix

Sorry, I Love You || Chanlix

Sweet Stuff || chanlix

Monsta X

Bell Peppers and Tiny Paws || Wonho

Divine Intervention || Wonho

Fantasy Section || Minhyuk

Party’s Over || I.M

[t3kandson]

Conflicted Love

Declaimer

Firstly Thanks for at least finding yourself here, it means that your here to weigh up your views and not making an uneducated opinion.

It’s important that I reapply the declaimer I have on my Blog page ~~

"My Story’s is purely fictional and none of the happening events are even remotely true for the real characters. This is purely a work of fiction."

So for those who are probably ready to attack my Out of Character for Sehyoon should be reminded of the above ^.

I am a multi of over 100’s of Kpop (and other Asian music) idols/Groups and my ult of all ults is Sehyoon. I’ve written many Fanfictions of him and many different ranges of characters. Many include his true gentle loving personality that me and many love.

Also If many follow my story’s, if I’ve portrayed an idol negatively I will always redeem then character before it has ended. On the rare occasion I haven’t to fit the story, I’ve written declaimers to state it’s reasons and that the idols deserves love and support.

On my A03 I was attacked for this series that was written and half published BEFORE Ravn’s Allegations.

I paused the rest of the chapters being published while I took note of the situation. I made plans to remove and switch Ravn character with another, so that my story wouldn’t need to go to waste especially as I spent months working on this.

However, I held on to keeping Ravn in this fanfiction and after all the evidence I’ve viewed for my conscious, I feel he is innocent and will be continuing with Ravn in Conflicted love.

If at any point Ravn is found to be guilty of Sexual abuse I will Remove his name from this story.

Another Questioned put to me was why I refer the fandom to Oneus when he’s left.

Firstly like I’ve said repeatedly this was written BEFORE the allegations. Secondly because it’s my page and my work for me as I will explain further on.

Like Wonho is included under monsta X and Hwall under The Boyz. If your offended with that, then that is more of an issue with you not me!

If your continuing with me on this Ravn & Sehyoon journey thank you I appreciate it.

If your not and you go quietly thanks for listen to me Rabbling on.

If your a Ravn anti that’s here just to cause drama, know I don’t care. I don’t care for real drama (that’s why I write them instead lol) engaging with this is just going to have me laugh at you for being a 🤡. You won’t get me pissed off, annoyed or even have me reply, because everything I need to say is here in this! Condemn my writing if you need to, I won’t cry tears. I write for myself as some form of therapy. I would write if I had thousands of love or even none. If you still feel the need to continue negatively after knowing all this then it says more about you then me.

Back to Conflicted Love

Main Masterlist

[kcake555]

Wonho cake 🍰

[btswishes]

I am not enough.

Werewolf Au (Wonho)

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 /

A/N:  I feel like I will get killed for the cockblock XD Sorry for any mistakes made and hope you all enjoy it.

Word count:  2,288

Warnings: Dirty, flirting, suggestive language, cursing

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  The day passed like it never was here in the first place. The house felt like the den of ghosts, no soul was making any sounds. Even you were sitting on your bed covered in a thick blanket, just staring outside the window.You were hoping that the rest of the boys would get back home as soon as possible from wherever they were right now. It started to get dark outside and your stomach had rumbled not once, but a couple of times.

   Breakfast wasn’t keeping you fueled up anymore and you were starting to get uneasy.Hunger was very bad for a werewolf , but the sheer fact that he was in the same house as you kept you chained to the room.It had been more than half a day already and you were starting to tremble. For once humans had it easy when it came to hunger. If a werewolf is starved for more than a day, they lose control of their human self and surrender to their animalistic nature and needs.

 *knock knock* 

  A shiver ran down your spine, but you didn’t know if it was the hunger or the fact that there could be only one person on the other end of the door. No word came out of the room, you didn’t even move, waiting for him to leave.

*knock knock*

  That forsaken sound echoed again down the hall and inside the locked off chamber, but once more it didn’t get anything in return.

“It’s been more than 6 hours.As much as you don’t want to come out, you haven’t eaten yet since that tiny cereal.” his voice followed the silence, passing through the walls. Wonho waited and waited, but you weren’t speaking up at all. His forehead made contact with the door ,as his big arm leaned onto the frame “I will leave the house.” your head perked up “If I am the problem I will leave, since you won’t even eat. I don’t want you to starve yourself to madness. Give me 10 min, I will get my stuff and leav-” 

  His head lost balance ,when the hard surface holding it moved back. You stepped out of the room with the blanket tightly wrapped around you. Barefoot, your head was on his chest-level, not looking up at him. Walking passed the stunned boy, you went downstairs and grabbed food from the fridge. Still shocked, Wonho followed you and just stared as you whipped up something. The plate hitting the marble counter made the boy shake himself out of the state he was in. You took your food and sat on the couch, crossing your legs up on it.

“Is that?” he pointed at the steaming food and you nodded, without eye contact or a sound. He slowly pulled the chair and sat down, trying out the food.

“It’s good.” 

  Far away from each other as the sun was setting and the utensils were singing against the dishes.

“Stay.” your words choked him up with the egg 

“What?”

“Are you deff?”you hissed at him and the boy shook his head “Don’t decide things on your own without talking to me first.I should have known you would run with your tail between your legs.”

“Wow wow, wait a minute.” Wonho closed his eyes as his head crooked to the side, trying to see if he heard correctly “Are you calling me a coward?” his pride suffered a heavy blow 

“If you weren’t one you would just take responsibility, since it is your fault.” you leaned forward and placed the now empty plate onto the glass top coffee table. 

  He eyed you from top to bottom . Wonho didn’t know what to say as he sighed and licked his lips. He was fighting with his inner self, wondering if he should be saying the things he is thinking.

“Do you like me?” 

“What!?” you coughed out the question almost like a scream of confusion. You didn’t expect him to be this direct so sudden. You didn’t want to beat around the bush, but now that this was asked, you would have preferred to keep him in the dark.

“Answer me.” Wonho pushed the chair away aggressively and walked right in front of you. Standing tall ,he was staring at you ,waiting for an answer.

“What the heck is this sudden question about?!” brows frowned and mouth wide open, you were staring to sweat. Was there even a way to slip out of this one too? “I don’t know what you expect me to say.” you crossed your hands in front of your chest.  

“I don’t like you.” this is how things were supposed to be, back to normal. But his answer didn’t stay well within your heart. Your head was staring at the house, eyes beginning to slowly water against your will. You were about to laugh out prideful and say something stupid to hide your true emotions, since you kept thinking that no matter what ,this was the best decision for the whole pack. But before even a sound went out your mouth ,an almost silent thud grabbed your attention.

  Wonho’s hands were holding onto your arms as his head hit your knees, resting on them. Body low with defeat 

“Wonho...?” 

“I don’t like you at all.”he shook his head, rubbing his fluffy and soft hair against your skin “But I can’t run away anymore, I tried to so many times.”

“Run away from what? Wonho you are making so sense right now.” you shook him, but the boy’s palms traveled to your upper arm. His eyes focused on you with the look of a begging puppy 

“I never wanted to like you and I never did, because from the first moment I was already in love.” your breath stopped “That night I-I was drunk, I lost control over myself and I wandered in your room...is what I wanted you to believe. It’s true I wasn’t sober but I felt...I knew what I was doing but I kept going. I don’t like Dean, I hate that fucker! I don’t want him around you. I thought that if I marked you, even against your will he would give up.”

“Wonho...”

“When I saw you starving yourself just because I was in the same house as you, I knew you hated me so much.How could I possibly stay here any longer seeing you react like this.”

“Wonho!”you cupped his cheeks and pulled his face closer to yours, crashing your lips against his. It took him a second to snap out of his speechless self.His eyes relaxed as he grabbed your leg underneath and pulled you off the couch. Your fingers ran though his pink hair and he pushed you against the wall again, this time softly.

  You pulled back after what felt like 5 minutes to take a deep breath. You were panting in each other’s faces, before he placed his forehead against yours. Eyes focused on you, he smirked.

“So, does this mean you like me just a little?” you hit his shoulder and flashed the boy an angry look. Wonho’s head attacked your neck and started kissing from your jaw down to the still fresh bite mark. 

“S-stop, everyone might get back anytime now.” your words stuttered a bit, but still exposed your neck even more to him.

“Knowing them, it was probably some stupid idea to get us to make up, so I bet they will be back tomorrow.” Wonho kept going slowly down towards your chest, biting off the buttons with his sharp teeth. He was leaving little and gentle bites on random places all over your skin, subconsciously making them symmetric.

“How are you so dirty?I never expected all of this from you.” your arms were holding onto his back and neck, leaving him to explore wherever he wanted to go.

“I never expected you to be this sweet. I guess the forbidden fruit has to be the juiciest.But...” he stopped and looked up at you with hunger in his eyes “I haven’t been there yet though.”

“Stawp!”letting go of him, you hid your face into your palms. Your skin was tinted a light and innocent pink color. Wonho’s big hand grabbed your wrists and pinned them against the wall above your head.

“No no, let me see. I want everything you have.” crashing his lips against yours you unconsciously pulled your head away from the hard surface, pushing against him even more. Wonho was holding onto your arms, so when he pulled back from you, you kept struggling to get back against him, but his eyes were looking at the couch.

“We have the whole house to ourselves.” he threw you a playful smirk and a side look, head still facing the other direction “Come on.” your feet touched the ground for the first time in what felt like centuries.Even so he kept one of his hands on your lower back, pulling you flush against his tone body.Moving a strand of hair away from your face ,he looked at you waiting for an answer.

“What do you mean?” 

“You are just too pure.” he laughed “Chose a spot baby girl, I am letting you be a bit in control right now since I started this whole mess.” he was running his free hand though your hair and drawing circles on your back with his other “We can go to the bathroom, the bedroom or...” as he was talking, Wonho noticed your eyes drifted to the kitchen.

“Aw, so little kitten did have a dirty side after all. Not into vanilla?”

“What!!!”you panicked suddenly “NO!!!” a blush creeping back onto your soft skin “It’s because of you stupid!” Wonho laughed out as you hit his chest a few times, before he grabbed one of your arms and moved to eye level.

“I wouldn’t want to have it another way.” taking you by the hand he was already holding, Wonho pulled you towards the brightly lit corner of the house. Stopping in front of the kitchen island, he placed your hips against the edge. With one swift move he grabbed your waist and lifted you off the wooden floor in seconds. Your skin soon made contact with the cold surface, sending shivers down your spine. 

  His warm hands pulled your knees apart, positioning himself in between them.

“I will kill you if we get caught, I swear!” you grabbed the bottom of his already lose shirt. His body answered your movement by hooking his arm under your thigh and sliding you closer against his bulge . Attacking your neck, his soft kisses and licks turned into harsh bites. A small moan left your plump lips which caused his body to freeze and your eyes to widen. You couldn’t believe what just happened.

“Do that again...” his arm gripped the island hard causing his wound to reopen, but the heat was throwing him into a painless adrenaline rush “That was so hot.” Wonho licked his lips, taking deep beast like breaths. Suddenly he threw his shirt to the ground, bit down hard on your almost fully torn clothes and finished them. You were half naked at this point, your hair everywhere and needy. This was a fairly new feeling for you, but unlike you Wonho was pushing the situation even more.

“Lay back a bit.” he huffed out, towering over you.Legs around his hips, his hands holding the kitchen island. You lost yourself in his scent, for the first time without being scared.

“Wonho-o” you pouted rubbing your hips against his 

“I know I know.” his hands slipped under your underwear about to take them off.

*click*

“Honestly I am disappointed in that concert. I swear we can do a better one if we were sin-” Kihyun dropped the bag on the ground. Everyone else froze in one spot as their eyes were filling with the view in front of them.

“Hey! You are gonna break my bottle, dropping the bag like that.” Chang Kyun noticed the silence a bit late “Yo, wasup with ya-”

   Your breath choked you, not wanting to leave your lungs. Wonho’s lips were in a strange shape as your hand was pushing against his face!

  Joohoney’s body leaned almost like a leaf pushed by the wind and flew in your direction. Wonho took a few steps back. The boys gathered in front of you, Hyungwon throwing his jacket over you.

“Y/N are you ok?”Shownu asked worried, helping you sit back up, when he saw the tons of bites on your body. He could smell blood from your lips and pieced things together, a bit wrongly when seeing the young one’s hand.”You!” he threw a punch and Wonho took it without saying anything 

“I trusted you! I made Chang Kyun believe me that you weren’t a bad kid. What is all this shit about?!” he was growling at the alpha, forgetting about his beta blood “I should have known that if Y/N was trying to stay away from you, there was something up...” 

“Wonho, can you explain yourself!” Minhyuk looked at the boy

  He grabbed his jaw and smirked at his hyung “I guess I deserve that one.”

“YOU!”Chang Kyun started walking towards the injured boy with aggression, when Hyungwon grabbed him by the hand. 

“Get Y/N out of here first.” as much as he didn’t want to agree, he did as suggested. Your eyes were looking at Wonho, not being able to say a thing. After Shownu’s second punch he knelt to the floor. You were about to run up to him, when you noticed him shake his head slowly. Chang Kyun picked you up and ran passed Wonho.

                          ‘Be a good girl and wait for me, ok?’

[taexual]

Eleven / Wonho x Reader

Your independence from the whole world and its chains is exactly what draws Hoseok to you. You’re the mystery he’s dying to unravel.

pairing: Lee Hoseok x street racer!Reader

warnings: strong language

words: 2.7k

ANON REQUEST: Can you make a scenario with Wonho in which he falls in love with a badaas girl

If it weren’t for Jooheon, Hoseok would have never set a foot here. A motorcycle street race was not something he imagined himself as a part of. Not because he had something against it, but rather because he found the sport to be too dangerous and, not to mention, illegal. Oh, and he wasn’t a big fan of being in the middle of a very drunk crowd, either.

“Want to make any bets?” Jooheon asked, getting his wallet out. He was completely clueless about his friend's discomfort.

Hoseok didn’t even want to get water here, thinking that all beverages were overpriced and smelled vaguely like pee anyway. He hadn’t come here to spend his money.

“No,” he said. “Do street races like this usually last long?”

“Define long,” Jooheon replied, getting a few hundred bills out. “The race itself will be over in less than twenty minutes. The after-party, on the other hand—”

“Please tell me we’re not going there,” Hoseok groaned. “These people look like they deal drugs for a—”

He shut up after a particularly burly looking man glared at him. Hoseok could stand his ground, but he didn’t really want to get into a fight with anyone today. Or any day, actually.

“The people here?” Jooheon asked him, cocking an eyebrow. “Are you stereotyping everyone who comes to motorcycle races?”

“I’m not,” Hoseok tried to defend himself. “I’m just saying, I’m not sure if it’s the right company for me. For us.”

“Wait here,” Jooheon said suddenly and then approached a tall guy with a black hoodie on. “Three on Eleven.”

Confused, Hoseok realized that the tall guy must have been the bookie here and Jooheon had just wasted three hundred dollars, betting on someone. Hoseok was groaning when his friend came back.

“Where were we?” he asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” Hoseok dismissed their previous conversation – mostly because he didn’t want to continue to try to explain how awful he thought the atmosphere here was. “Did you just seriously bet three-hundred dollars on a street racer?”

“I did,” Jooheon replied proudly. “I’m very confident and I’ve never lost with Eleven before. Eleven is my lucky charm.”

“What is this, Stranger Things?” Hoseok asked and watched the younger boy’s confused features before realizing a moment later that he didn’t get the reference. “Whatever. Where is this Eleven?”

Jooheon pointed at the street in front of them where racers were already putting their helmets on, their motorcycles next to them. “Right there.”

Hoseok squinted, his eyes scanning the numbers on the front of the bikes until he fount the eleventh one. The racer on it didn’t look like anything special, if he had to be honest, so he struggled to see why Jooheon betted on this one, specifically. He was about to ask, but every racer climbed on their respective bikes and Jooheon chuckled.

“It’s about to begin,” he said, an excited smile appearing on his face. “It’ll seem really loud at first, but you’ll get used to it soon.”

“What is their route?” Hoseok asked. “We’re at the start line, aren’t we?”

“Start and finish,” Jooheon explained. “The track is… sort of a circle. They follow the main street around the post building until they end up back here. All the interesting stuff happens right by this line.”

“What interesting stuff?”

“Well, you know,” Jooheon shrugged before continuing, “accidents.”

Hoseok gave him a horrified look. “Accidents is interesting stuff to you?”

Jooheon just nodded at the start line so Hoseok wouldn’t miss them opening their throttles before speeding off down the street. He turned his head just to see number eleven – Jooheon’s favorite, apparently – secure the helmet before climbing on the motorcycle as well. Hoseok watched every other racer get in position and then, less than thirty seconds later, the gunshot went off and Hoseok – after flinching – watched all fifteen racers step on it at the same time.

There was so much noise and smoke that Hoseok wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be covering up his eyes, or his ears. He tried to look around but the people around him weren’t doing either; instead, they were cheering.

Just as he was about to go deaf, or so it felt, he noticed three racers collide into the pavement in a loud crash, their bikes skidding down the street as the twelve others drove away, their motors still buzzing loudly no matter the distance. A few moments later, Hoseok felt himself get used to the noise – whether it was the screaming of the drunk people around him or the deafening purr of the motorcycles – but he still struggled to listen to the almost torturous screams of the drivers on the ground as the wheels of their bikes kept on spinning.

The three fallen racers scrambled to their feet – one of them fell over again before he even got to his motorcycle – and tried to get back on their bikes, but they were struggling and they obviously realized that the twelve others stood a much bigger chance of winning.

“Why are they even trying?” Hoseok asked his friend, yelling through the maddening noise. “They won’t win anyway.”

“They might come close, though,” Jooheon replied, equally as loudly. “There were a few instances when the racer who fell at the start line actually made it to the finish line first. I wasn’t here to see it personally, though.”

If Jooheon hadn’t seen it, then Hoseok wasn’t going to believe it. There was just no way for one of them to catch up to the other bikers and even beat them. And, after another few minutes, Hoseok’s thoughts were proven to be correct.

He could see all twelve of the first bikers in the distance already, speeding towards the finish line. The three other racers were still trying to catch up to them as the echo of their chortling engine reached Hoseok’s ears from the distance.

“Come on, Eleven!” Hoseok heard Jooheon encourage and he stood on his tippy toes to see better through the crowd of people. Did the racer Jooheon had betted on truly stand a chance to win?

Another few minutes later, they could see the racers clearly. There was a brutal fight going on at the front – Eleven was fighting off other racers left and right, the wheels of their bikes almost touching as they tried to drive past – but, sure enough, it was Eleven storming to take first place as the bike began to gain more momentum with just a few meters left to the finish line.

“There we go!” Jooheon elicited an excited scream, throwing his hands into the air. “Come, now! Come on, just a little bit more!”

It had to bee Jooheon’s enthusiasm brushing off on him, but Hoseok found himself rooting for Eleven, too. And then, just as the front wheel of her bike crossed the finish line a good two seconds before the other racers reached it, Hoseok screamed out cheerfully along with Jooheon and the rest of the crowd, too. Eleven truly had quite a fanbase here as the excited shrieks and jumps of victory all around him had Hoseok leaping up in joy as well.

“Fuck yes!” Jooheon exclaimed. “Never left me disappointed, that one! Another first place!”

“That was actually really cool!” Hoseok had to admit. “How long has he been racing?”

Jooheon stopped jumping up and down as he watched Eleven come to a stop. He turned to look at his friend, then, slightly confused.

“He?” Jooheon repeated Hoseok’s words. “What made you think it’s a “he”?”

“I—it’s not?” Hoseok’s eyes widened as he turned to the biker again.

That was the first time that Hoseok saw you. You had climbed off the bike, slowly taking your helmet off. Your short hair wasn’t waving in the wind as it would have in a rom-com, but Hoseok’s breath was already hitching. As you turned around, hanging your helmet on the handle of your bike, – something about the movement of your jaw as you effortlessly chewed gum while doing that almost made Hoseok swoon; you looked so badass to him in that moment, – you noticed your group of friends and headed towards them while the host of the race announced the results.

You didn’t need to hear them to know you’ve won. You haven’t lost a race once in all of the eight months that you’ve participated in street racing but some people still doubted you every time. Stupid of them, really. The others came here just to watch you win yet again.

You hadn’t caught sight of Jooheon yet – he wasn’t with your usual group of friends – but if you had, you would have noticed his wide-eyed friend following your every move.

“Close your mouth, Hoseok,” Jooheon warned him. “Don’t act like you’ve never seen a girl before.”

“Not like that I haven’t!” he said, his eyes still wide in shock. “Did you see the way she avoided the other racers right before she hit the pedal to reach the finish line? Fuck, that was intense! Or did you see the way she climbed off that bike after she won? Shit, I—oh, man! Do you know her? Can you introduce me?”

Jooheon hadn’t expected such enthusiasm from him. Obviously, Jooheon found you attractive as well but he’s never seen you in a romantic light before, perhaps because he knew you well enough to know he shouldn't waste his time trying to ask you out. Hoseok, on the other hand, had no idea.

“I will,” Jooheon said and then added as soon as Hoseok perked up, “if you tone it down a little.”

“I’m cool!” Hoseok said and then cleared his throat, wanting to get rid of the high-pitched voice, “I’m calm,” he tried again but then he felt himself smile uncontrollably. “Wow, okay, just give me a moment.”

Hoseok’s heart had never beat this fast before. He found you in the crowd again. Your name had been announced as the winner of the race but you merely smirked. God, did he find your dismissal of this victory attractive. It was like you expected to win but now that you had, you didn’t think much of it. You were truly unlike any other girl – or person, really – he’s ever seen before.

“Hoseok, seriously,” Jooheon said, noticing his friend’s interest. “Don’t expect too much from this. I’ll introduce you to her but don’t go overboard.”

“What’s overboard?”

“I mean don’t ask her out.”

Hoseok hadn’t really thought of it. He was content with just expressing his admiration for you but now that Jooheon had planted this seed in his head, he allowed his mind to wander into scenarios of a different nature. Going on a date with you and getting to know you not just as the street racer who took his breath away did sound very appealing.

“Why not?” he asked Jooheon while watching you talk to your group of friends. You didn’t seem particularly close to any one of them. “Is she taken?”

“Not as far as I know,” Jooheon revealed. “She’s not really into that type of stuff.”

“What stuff?”

Jooheon groaned, somewhat annoyed by his friend’s inability to catch up. He really had to forgive Hoseok for this, though, he was just completely distracted by your presence, even if you were more than a hundred feet away from him.

“She’s not into dating,” Jooheon informed him and that got the older boy to whip his head to look at him. “So far, I only know of one boyfriend that she’s had and it didn’t end well. He wanted too much from her and he expected her to be someone else.”

Knowing how unnecessary this comment was, Hoseok still couldn’t stop himself from saying it, “I wouldn’t do that to her.”

“Right,” Jooheon snorted. “‘Not all men are the same.’ Try to say that in front of her and see what happens.”

Hoseok was genuinely intrigued now. “Just introduce us, please.”

If Jooheon wasn’t going to do it, Hoseok was going to do it himself. But right as he was turning his head to look at you again, Jooheon cleared his throat, grabbing Hoseok’s arm and stopping him.

“Wait,” he said when Hoseok looked at him expectantly. “Don’t put too much of your heart into this. I’m serious. She’ll break it.”

Weirdly, a shiver ran down Hoseok’s spine. “That’s… a warning I didn’t expect. But no need for that, I’m not even thinking that far, I just want to meet her and—”

“Meet whom?” a voice asked and both boys turned to look, startled. There you stood, smiling, already having grabbed your helmet and the keys of your bike. “Betted on me, I hope, Jooheon?”

“Of course,” Jooheon said, releasing his friend’s arm now that you had approached them. “You were amazing as always. Uh, this is my friend, by the way. Hoseok. It was his first time at a street race.”

“Pleasure,” you said, nodding at him. He was about to extend a hand for you to shake but he decided against it. You were glad. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Not at first,” Hoseok admitted, trying to resist the urge to smile as soon as you looked at him. You had such a cold gaze, he couldn’t help but wish to find out what lied beneath your icy exterior. “I found being here rather uncomfortable at first. But the adrenaline got to me eventually. You were awesome, by the way.”

“Thanks,” you said, your face looking just as unaffected as it had when you were announced as the winner. You truly were a difficult case and Hoseok was all the more intrigued. “You two will be heading to the after-party, I’m assuming?”

“Oh, actually, I think Hoseok mentioned not really feeling up for it—”

“I changed my mind,” Hoseok cut his friend off quickly. “I’d love to go.”

Squinting slightly when you looked at him, – you tried to figure out if he was hitting on you shamelessly just like everyone else was or if he was sincerely interested, – you nodded. “Cool. See you there, I guess.”

You walked away without saying another word and, for the first time in his life, although he was left with no promise of actually seeing you again, Hoseok was still smiling.

“She really got to you just like that, didn’t she?” Jooheon asked him, truly amazed by how little you had to do in order to get Hoseok to watch your every move as you walked away from them.

“Do you think she’d give me an autograph?” Hoseok asked. “I just really need a reason to talk to her again. Or should I ask her to teach me how to ride a motorcycle?”

“Maybe don’t do either,” Jooheon suggested. “Come on, let’s go. I’m going to get my money and then we can head to the party if you really did change your mind.”

“Is she going to be there?”

“She usually is.”

“Well, then I really did change my mind.”

Jooheon rolled his eyes. “Be a little harder-to-get, will you?”

“Why? Is that her type?”

“She doesn’t have a type,” he replied, finding Hoseok’s seemingly endless questions a bit tiring. He’s never seen him this infatuated with anyone before, so he didn’t quite know how to handle that. “But if you’re following her around like a lost puppy, she’ll just feel sorry for you.”

“So, should I like—”

“Leave her alone? Yeah, probably.”

Hoseok gave him a look. “I don’t want to. She’s so interesting. There are so many secrets in her eyes.”

“God, don’t tell that to her. You’re trying too hard—”

“But I’m serious!” he didn’t let Jooheon interject. “Please tell me more about her.”

“I told you not to get too invested,” Jooheon warned again but Hoseok’s mind was too busy replaying each word you’d said to him. “You’ll get your heart broken.”

“Oh, I heard you the first time,” Hoseok replied. “But after I met her, I’m not sure I really care about that.”

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[brightlywonho]

✰ Imagine ✰

your on FaceTime with Wonho

Y/N: “Do something Cute Babe!”

Wonho: Okay!

[thesubbiestofkpopmen]

Delicate

Wonho x gn! reader.

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Summary: Wonho just wrapped up with a new photoshoot. Although his shorts don't particularly fit you're sure the fans won't mind.

Warnings: miss/master kink, Wonho grinds on your strap/dick, begging, wonho whimpering, wonho cums in his shorts, exhibitionism, baby boy doesn't wear any underwear

(this man's dick is barely holding on in there.( And his fucking tongue) holy fucking hell)

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Wonho sees you out of the corner of his eye although, he's scared to see your reaction to his outfit.

You stand off to the side watching Wonho pose for the photographer. Seeing him like this always puts a sense of pride in you. Seeing how sexy your boyfriend is, watching his facial expressions that just read 'yeah, I'm the hottest person in the room'. You could even see the staff members staring at his thighs and his crotch.

The small booty shorts he's wearing has got everyone's eyes looking down. And you're sure you aren't the only one who noticed his lack of underwear and hard cock.

The moment wonho was freed from the camera he immediately went to the changing room, not talking to anyone or doing anything else, his only focus was to get into that room.

He swiftly opens and closes the door behind him and shifts the lock to ensure privacy.

"Well you certainly put on a show, didn't you darling?" You say before pulling him into a kiss.

He slowly breaks away from the kiss

"I wasn't trying to, I promise" he says subtly embarrassed.

"really? You weren't? Then tell me what were you thinking when you decided to wear these tiny shorts, especially with no underwear." You say while placing a hand on Wonho's aching cock.

"ah, I- um I was thinking of you a-and, I thought you would like it" he whimpers while his knees twitch and buckle from you rubbing his tip through the sheer fabric.

"Ah, so you wanted to make me happy, is that it darling?"

Wonho nods while trying to grind against your hand.

"ah, ah, ah baby I didn't tell you could grind on me, did I?" You say quickly taking your hand away.

"mhhm,I'm sorry, mm sorry I promise I'll be good! Please I need you" he cries.

"yeah, you wanna be a good doll for me baby?" You engage while pulling him over to the chair that sits right in front of his large vanity.

Pulling him into your lap with his legs spread to your sides. As he sits on your lap he feels the bulge in your pants and almost instantly starts to grind against your lap, moaning and melting against you.

"you like the feeling of my cock/strap against your ass, pretty boy?" You tease.

Yes, I love it so much miss/master. I love you so fucking much."

Wonho continues to grind against your lap and his cock strains against his pants as it's standing up straight.

His pretty face leans against your head as he watches his hard cock move against the little fabric of his shorts.

"ahh fuck baby, I'm gonna cum!" Wonho says eagerly as he quickens his pace any pushes his head farther into the crook of your neck. "You wanna come in your shorts for me baby?" You whisper in his ear while bringing a hand to his dick and feeling his breath against your neck and bucked his hips up into your hand as he came all over himself, making a big wet spot on his shorts.

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Written by Leo <3