#monsta x wonho scenario

[kcake555]

Wonho cake 🍰

[femdomlieeh]

Riding your thigh (m)

Sub!Monsta X ✧ Dom!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS—nsfw ✧ thigh-riding ✧ praising ✧ degrading ✧ dirty talk ✧ mentions of spanking, breath play & oral sex ✧ BDSM ✧ pet names (mommy, babyboy, puppy, princess)

NOW PLAYING—vampire ✧ Olivia Rodrigo

[A/N.] This is unedited and I wrote this a long time ago but I want to prioritize my time and energy on writing new fics instead like

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이호석 / wonho

Wonho's cheeks would puff up, as well as redden at your words. He likes it when you introduce new positions, and in return always acts all innocent with a flustered reaction as if he never knew those types of positions existed — but it's just an act. His cutie-like self would not question you at all; he'd smile and get on your lap without a word. To add more effect to his angel acting he'd maybe ask you about directions.

But once he got to action he no longer seemed like an innocent angel who didn't know what thigh-riding was. His hips would be grinding very seducingly — as if it were an erotic dance he'd practice for months — and his hands would be on your shoulders so there would be space between you so you could see him. He'd love to get praised. Praises would be motivating. This boy would love it so much he'd continue riding you even after cumming if you allowed him to. His stamina comes in handy.

"Should I take my clothes off or keep them on, Mami?"

After your answer he got on your thigh and sat down, ready for fun time.

"Am I doing this right, Mami?" he asked innocently, fully knowing he was a pro, because he wanted praise.

He will not admit that he's a dirty boy. No way. He'll still act like he's too pure to know what thigh-riding is, but every time he gets back on your lap he proves your theory of him being a freak to be true. Despite craving to ride your thigh again, he'll wait for you to tell him to do it instead of asking you. If you want to mess with him you can refrain from ever bringing it up. If you rile him up enough his innocent bubble might burst and he'll beg to get on your though again. Innocent angel? Pfft.

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 손현우 / shownu

Hyunwoo's a softie, but he likes it rough. He knows that if he ever were to ride your thighs he wouldn't be able to go any different. Thus he'd be worried of actually getting off too hard on your thighs :C He'd be blushy and try to slow down, even if it wasn't enjoyable for him. You'd have to encourage him and grab his hips and physically make him ride your thigh harder and faster. After a while of seeing that you're completely fine, he'd get more comfortable and let loose of the tension he was previously feeling. The effort he'd put into it would be shocking since he's so shy and 'innocent'.

"B-But, Mama," he stuttered as his cheeks reddened.

"But what, Babybear?"

"I-I don't wanna hurt you," he looked down insecurely.

"You've been such a good boy this week, you deserve to get off on my thigh. Now listen to Mama and ride, okay?"

"Ye-Yes, Mama."

In the future, he would get flustered even at the mere mention of the first time he had ridden your thigh. And because of the embarrassment, he won't have the courage to ask you to do it again. If you asked him to do it again, however, he'd gladly do it (still blushing as if it were his first time, of course). He'd say he'd do it 'because he's a good boy', but the truth is that he had wanted to do it again ever since the first time.

Progressively, he'd feel more easy-going about it, and would muster up the courage to ask you if he could do it again. He'd be stuttering during the little speech that he had prepared beforehand and his face'd become red if you allow him to. Thigh-riding will only be occasional because it's his guilty pleasure and he feels abashed about asking you — but he'll give his all any time he does it. Take the first step for his sake.

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이민혁 / minhyuk

Minhyuk is the human version of a puppy. He would get on your lap and hump you like there was no tomorrow. Boy has no shame and is always up for the dirty.

"Get on my lap."

"Okayyy~" he sang cutely.

Baam! In a second he was sitting comfortably on your lap like you ordered.

"Now ride it, Puppy."

He grinned.

"Okay, Mommyyy~"

Not caring enough to take time to dedress when he's horny, he'd be the one to do it fully clothed. You would maybe need to slow him down, because his great excitement would make him go crazy on your thigh. Guide him through it.

If he doesn't listen to you, give him a spank and he'll be sure to listen. After a while into it, he'd take off his shirt or drag down his collar so you could give him some hickeys. Your attention and affection is important to him. Your hands guiding and caressing his body, your lips and teeth nibbling on his purple skin would be the only way to get him to cum.

"This is so much fun, Mommy," he moaned and arched his back at the sensation.

He threw his head further back to give you more access to his neck. Panting, he managed to say what he wanted the most during that moment: "M-Mark me, Mommy. Please, please, please—"

He will act like such an adorable and good boy for you if it means that he can ride your thigh in the end. From calling you Mommy in sweet scenarios to giving you head without wanting anything in return — he'll do everything to prove that he deserves it. He'll love to do it randomly too. Imagine watching a movie with him on your lap and he suddenly starts grinding slowly on you and whimpers out pleads.

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유기현 / kihyun

Kihyun's eyes would pop out. He'd be shocked people even do that, because he's a pure, holy child of God. It wouldn't take long until the stupefaction would turn into shyness. He'd be so flustered and ask you if he heard you right just to make sure his brain hadn't messed with him. Oh boy would he become even redder after you confirmed he'd heard you right. You'd have to lead him through the whole process or else he'd just sloppily ride you with insecure thoughts hunting him. In a very foreign situation like this one he'd need you to tell him what he should do and what he shouldn't do.

He'd be very obedient and would flush at any compliment you gave him, but on the inside he'd feel very sexy and confident in himself at the praising. By the end of it he'd be back to being pure and holy and would deny that it was indeed very pleasant to ride your thigh. But when you two'd go to sleep that night he wouldn't be able to stop thinking of it as he reluctantly smiled.

"You want me to w-wHat?"

"Ride my thigh."

"A-Are you for sure?"

"Yes. Now."

"I— Uhm— Okay—"

Sheepishly he followed through your command.

"Good boy."

"T-Thank you, M-Mommy."

He will never admit that it feels good. The only time he ever could go against himself and actually admit he was into it will be when he's very, very, very needy for your thigh — which is very rare. But you could also find out that he's into it if you find him watching thigh-riding porn, which by the way would result in him not being able to look you in the eyes for at least a week. It'll be better for you both if he himself tells you that he likes it. And if he does decide to tell you one day, he'll expect you guys to start doing it often.

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채형원 / hyungwon

Hyungwon would get on your lap and look you in the eyes confidently. He's often sassy and shit, but in the bedroom his missions are to impress you and satisfy you — he'd still be a power bottom, but he'd be a nice, not-too-bratty one. You'd have to grab his butt with one hand and choke him with the other, or else he'd physically bring your hands to where they should be. If you called him something other than Princess he'd tell you off. He's the definition of thigh-riding Princess. Since he wants to be a good Princess he'd need you to tell him he is one.

If you didn't praise him enough he'd think he didn't do good. But he wouldn't become sad about it, instead he'd ask you for guidance. By the end of the session he'd be tired and want the Princess treatment — cuddle him and let him sleep on top of you.

"Wanna take a ride?" you asked and patted your thigh.

"Of course, Mommy."

He made his way to you and plumped down on you, putting his ass out in an arch.

"This—" he looks down at your lap and up into your eyes, "—This is my throne."

He will start sitting on your lap more often. Both because he wants some lovey-dovey time and because he wants come touchy-touchy time. If it's the latter he wants, he'll move a little against you to send you signals of what mood he is in, even if it makes him a bad Princess. Another occasion he'd sit on your lap would be when he's jealous and wants to show that he obviously is your Princess. Back to the thigh-riding, he'll make it your routine to do it at least once a week, because it's his favorite form of masturbation.

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이주헌 / joohoney

Jooheon would love the idea as soon as it went past your lips. He's always up for anything Mommy wants. But he'd feel like he needed to put on a show for you and would thereof feel pressured to be good enough for you. Confidentally, he'd get on your thigh, but when it came to actually riding you thigh he wouldn't be as confident since it's his first time doing it on you.

He'd try his best and be as cute for you as possible, moaning out your name, telling you how much he appreciates you, pecking your neck as he hides in it — everything to prove to you that he loves you. If you say something filthy in return he'd keep his head on your shoulder and wouldn't look at you for a while out of embarrassment. If you praised him cutely, however, he'd get giggly and encouraged to continue showing how much of a good boy he is for you. He'd be so exhausted after he cummed, because of how much work he put into it. You better give him nice aftercare.

"Your thigh is so nice, Mommy," he whimpered out.

"You're doing so good, Honey. Only you can look this pretty riding my thigh."

With deeper dimples from smiling, he fastened his pace.

At first he'll only do it if you encourage him to, because then he knows you like it too. Eventually after you've requested to do it a couple more times, he'll become confident and start surprising you every now and then. It'll both be sexy and cutie time. He'll be able to make thigh-riding cute with his small whines at your praises and with his fluffy hair sticking to his forehead. If you don't cuddle afterwards he'll become pouty and cross his arms until you hug and kiss him.

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임창견 / i.m

Changkyun would be like 'finally she asked me'. Like this is something he's wanted to do for so long. No matter how cute he is, he is not innocent at all. Just the thought of rubbing himself against your thigh, whilst looking into your eyes, and moaning for you turns him on. He'd be a little bratty at first, because you didn't want to do it earlier on in the relationship.

Out of all the boys he'd be the one most likely to ask you if you two could do it. Anyway, he'd be a soft boy and would want affection such as kissing, touching, or just praising words, from you at all times. He'd also love it if you helped him by keeping your hands on his hips or if you grinded your thigh up against him. After cumming he'd stop being whiny and would instead be fully satisfied.

"Took you long enough, Mommy."

"What do you mean?"

"I basically live on your lap. I want to be on your lap all the time, Mommy. Whether it's for cuddling or humping," he whined and pouted dramatically with crossed arms.

"Come here, my Babyboy," you said and opened your arms for him.

He kept arms crossed but still listened to you.

"Show me what you want to do on my thigh," you whispered and pecked his pout.

His pout turned into a dimpled smile.

"Okay then, Mommy," he whined softly.

Oh how he was going to enjoy every single moment of it.

He'll ask you to do it again for sure. He's very submissive and baby-like and isn't ashamed of himself or his sexual preferences. If you denied him he'd be all pouty and whiny, and would complain along the lines of 'But I've been a good boy~' and 'Why not, Mommy? I thought you loved me.' Let him ride you for fuck's sake. He's a good boy and he deserves it. He also deserves the best cuddle sessions afterwards.

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❝ And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called them crazy too

(...)

Went for me, and not her

'Cause girls your age know better ❞

—olivia isabel rodrigo; 2023

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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.

[linos-luna]

Hi! I was wondering if you're taking requests? If so could to write some yandere + smutt stuff with Wonho? (If you're ok with it, could you try to write something really dark?)

Oh yay Wonho! Sure thing ☺️

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A little Jealousy ❣️🔪

Yandere!Wonho x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ , smut, yandere, violence, extreme jealousy, unprotected sex, possessiveness, fingering, overstimulation, light knife play, threats of violence, DUB CON

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Your boyfriend was an interesting guy. Although he’s a fairly big muscular man, Hoseok gave off the impression of someone that could be taken advantage of. Someone that will just let things happen. Perhaps that’s the Pisces in him. But you knew that wasn’t the truth. He is very sweet and loveable but he’s also very obsessive. Sometimes he loved a little too hard and is easily jealous. This paired with his size made him very scary and you often tried to stay on his good side. But that’s not always possible.

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Thinking back on it, you probably should’ve done more to stop it. Then again, you had been drinking a little, so your judgment could be impaired. But your boyfriend didn’t seem to care because here you were, in the passenger seat with tears rolling down your cheeks as you waited for him to get in the car. So what was your crime?

Well for starters, you had gone out with Wonho and his friends. Changkyun had invited you both and the rest of the friend group for a game night and some light drinking. After going out for dinner, you all came back to his place, pulling out the drinks.

It was in the middle of a game of uno that a lightly tipsy Changkyun was making more suggestive comments. The others saw it as light fun, not taking it serious. But your boyfriend didn’t see it that way. This playful flirting only made him even angrier when you playfully flirted back. At some point he got in between you both, his arm slamming on the table you were all playing on, he was facing his friend.

“Hey! You’re cheating!” Minhyuk called out laughing.

“Yeah… there goes our game.” Hyungwon said sarcastically while shrugging.

But Wonho paid them no mind.

“What’s up, man?” Changkyun said casually, looking up at the man.

Now your boyfriend wasn’t one to confront people like this, especially his own friends so this surprised you.

“Do you think this is funny?”

Changkyun looked at him confused and shook his head. “What are you talking about?”

“Do you think this is funny?!!” He repeated, now yelling and slamming his hand to the table again. This caused you to jump back and alerted all his friends at the table. Suddenly the fun atmosphere was gone.

“Hey baby-”

“Shut up!” He interrupted you, causing you to back up. The others got up from their seats and hyungwon went over to you after seeing how stunned and hurt you looked.

“Hyung, you can’t-”

Before hyungwon could finish, your boyfriend cut him off and glared at him. “Shut! Up! This little shit thinks he’s so sly! Flirting with my girl!”

“That’s not what I was doing! We’re just having fun” Changkyun tried reasoning.

Wonho grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up before Shownu stopped him.

“Stop it!” He said sternly and Wonho complied, setting the youngest back down. The others were stunned to see him act this way.

“In the car….” He said, not looking directly looking at you, but you know who the message was for.

“But-”

“Now!!”

You quickly grabbed your bag and head out the door, ignoring the others who tried to stop you.

And now here you were, sitting in the car, cold and tears coming down your cheeks. It probably hadn’t been that long but you felt like you’ve been waiting in that car forever. You didn’t know what was going on inside, just assuming that your boyfriend was getting in a heated argument.

Soon he came back, slamming the car door as he came in. You only looked down at your hands as he started driving. It was an awkward ride. No one said anything but you could see just how angry he looked.

Once home, Wonho grabbed your arm and pulled you inside, you almost tripped over some steps but he was pulling you so hard at you would’ve continued being dragged along with no issue.

“Now you’re gonna listen to me.” He said, pushing you to your knees. “I don’t appreciate you being a little slut with my friends!”

“I wasn’t being-”

Suddenly Wonho kicked you in the stomach, causing you to topple over in pain.

“Why would you do that?!” You cried.

“I’m sick and tired of everyone taking advantage of me! You think you’re so slick?! Well you’re not!!”

He kicked you again, causing you to cry out before he left to the kitchen. You tried getting up but your gut was sore.

He came back with a small but sharp knife and you backed up as soon as you saw it. “Baby…? What are you doing…?”

The man crouched down to your level as you backed into the wall and held the knife to your chin.

“I’m not your baby.” He said bluntly. “I’m older, so try again.”

“Sir… o-oppa…?”

He nodded lifted to your feet then grabbing both your wrists in one hand.

“Bab- oppa please! I’m sorry I made you angry!”You were resisting but he continued dragging you.

“Get over here…” Wonho said, getting frustrated as he threw you to the bed, hard enough that you bounced right off to the floor.

You squealed as he grabbed you from the floor by your arm and laid you on your stomach, bending you over the bed.

“You’re gonna learn your lesson little girl.” Wonho said, almost laughing. This was terrifying and you couldn’t turn around to see what was happening.

He was unbuckling his belt and you looked to the side, noticing it being thrown along with the sound of his pants dropping. Before you could say anything you felt your pants being yanked off along with your underwear.

“O-oppa…” you’re voice was shaking, now deathly afraid of him. “W-what-”

Suddenly you felt a sting to your ass causing you to nearly scream.

“Shut it! You’re mine and I will do whatever I fuckin please!” He yelled.

He grabbed the knife from the nightstand and held it to your bare thigh. “Make any movements I don’t like and… well…” he paused and lightly cut your thigh causing you to cry out in pain. It was shallow enough to be nothing too serious but enough to draw just a little bit of blood. But it still hurt all the same since your thighs were pretty sensitive. You were trying to stay still but you were still shaking as he pulled off his boxers. At this point you were going to comply, you needed to really.

Wonho grabbed your arms and pinned your wrists to your back before rubbing his cock to your pussy. You breathing hitched as you felt him suddenly enter. “O-oppa-…”

“Hush baby. Let me do what I do best. I know you want it. Your such a slut for cock.” He replied smugly as he started thrusting. “Looks like you’ll take anyone’s cock…”

You weren’t exactly ready for that; you were still very tight although you found yourself almost feeling some pleasure in this sick punishment.

At this point you were being railed into the bed, you yelled out at first in pain but now in pleasure as you were getting violently fucked dumb. He was holding your wrists so tightly behind your back that they will definitely be sore afterwards.

“Oppa!” You panted.

“I know what you want.” He said, slowing down a little before reaching his hand down to your clit. He was violently rubbing it with his fingers, causing you to cum with a loud moan of his name. He also came.

For a moment you were relieved, thinking this was the end and he got all his anger out but this was before he suddenly flipped you around with his hand to your throat. He was choking you pretty hard and you felt really dizzy and disoriented, but before you could pass out he’d let go, then do it again. As he did this, he continued rubbing your clit, overstimulating you even more to the point where you’re crying and practically squirt.

He let go of your throat for a moment, letting you breathe and cough a little. You were weak and exhausted and of course, very sore. You could barely keep your eyes open and were in a daze.

“Please sir… no more…” you panted weakly.

Wonho grabbed and pushed you to the floor on your knees, you could barely hold yourself up.

“Do it…”

You weakly sat back on your ankles and grabbed his cock. It was huge and you knew you wouldn’t be able to fit it in your mouth completely. You took it in, sucking lightly and slowly bobbing your head. This is before Wonho grabbed your head and started thrusting, fucking your throat hard that it was causing you to constantly gag. You then slumped over after nearly choking on his cum.

Wonho grabbed you by the shoulders and laid you on the bed. At this point you were too weak to do anything and your boyfriend liked you like this. Your legs were spread and knees lightly raised.

“We got to lay some new ground rules…” he said, hovering over you. You could barely focus on him.

“First, don’t talk to any boys! I don’t care if they’re my friends or any of your once friends.”

You could barely nod but suddenly tensed up when you felt the tip of the knife at your thigh.

“Y-yes sir!” You replied quickly, closing your eyes.

“Second, you’re my baby… therefore I have to be with you at all times.”

“O-oppa-…” suddenly you were cut off by an intense feeling between your legs, causing you to gasp.

“Understand?!” He said sternly, now rubbing your clit again with his fingers.

“Y-yes sir!” You cried out, still feeling very overstimulated.

He stopped for a moment and smiled in satisfaction.

“Third… no talking back to me.”

“Y-Yes sir…” you said weakly.

“If you break any of these rules, you will be severely punished. Got it?!” He emphasized the last part and rubbed harder on your clit.

“Yes sir! Yes!” You cried out, your hips bucking a little. You were about to cum again.

“I’m glad we’ve reached an understanding…” Wonho said with a smile, rubbing your clit for the last time, watching you fall apart again when cumming. You were shaking and too weak to move.

Wonho then gently lifted you up and placed you further up the bed so you head could be in the pillows.

“Your my baby girl…” he said to himself as he watched you fall asleep.

“And I’ll kill anyone that gets in the way of that…”

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Ngl, this one was a challenge. Wonho is like a soft bear. But I did my best 😅

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monsta x

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wonho

you knew it

getting greys

minhyuk

getting greys

kihyun

forgive me (*M*)

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hyungwon

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wot

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jooheon

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bf! jooheon

i.m

daddy (*M*)

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i promise to call

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were doing this now?

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I Am What I Am (I)

A man of the shadows and a woman who belonged in the skies - fate could not have brought two more different people together. But was this fate or was this a choice?

Pairing - Im Changkyun x OC

Word Count - 6.3K

Warnings - Mentions of blood, guns, kidnapping, possible violence, a make out scene or two?

Chapter summary - Na bi, who gets briefly pulled into the world of shadows, drowns further in it with every step she takes. After all, he did say 'You'll come back to me.'

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The smell of gasoline was undeniably lingering in the air. The mud under her shoes was thick and wet, consistent with the sound of the rain echoing in the silence. The rope on her wrists was starting to burn into her skin and the heat of the car disappeared behind her as she got dragged into the darkness. It sounded like she was accompanied by three sets of footsteps. Or was it four? She couldn’t really tell. A sudden jerking motion threw her against what felt like a chair, her back hitting the wood, eliciting an involuntary groan. 

She had seen and heard enough about Seoul to tell she was going to die today – she just didn’t know how or why. All she wanted was a bottle of juice. Though pouring rains had taken over the city, she was feeling unusually dehydrated. A simple detour to the grocery store after work, somehow ended with an opaque bag over her head and her body shoved into a van, the dim streetlights being the only witness. I should’ve just gone straight home. 

Throughout the ride, to her own surprise, she sat unusually still. It was a fight or flight situation; her survival instincts should have kicked in; she should’ve done something but she simply froze. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything to save herself. She was never really scared of the unknown or the darkness but today? Today the black was somehow stifling. Having that bag over her head finally taken off didn’t help much either - darkness was soon going to be a constant in her life anyways. 

Her eyes struggled to adjust to the very dim, barely visible surroundings of what seemed like an old abandoned warehouse, streams of light and rain making their way from scattered holes in the roof. Textbook kidnapping location, what a dramatic way to go indeed. There were people all around her; definitely more than four, perhaps around twenty? but they all stood half hidden in the shadows, visible only waist down, light particularly shining off those combat boots they all seemingly had in common.  

Her cold sweat was replaced by the cold metal of a gun pressed against her cheek, turning her head towards its wielder. His frame blocked nearly her entire visual field – he was tall and broad, looming over her, his golden tresses falling into his cold eyes. Thank god his vest didn’t have sleeves because his biceps looked like they would have ripped right through the fabric. She knew he could knock her out cold with barely a swing of his arm, so she told herself to be very careful about when and how she opened her mouth before him. But that warning to herself barely sustained for a minute.  

Suddenly, a light was flashed on her face, making her wince and look away but grabbing her face, the blonde man forced her to meet his eyes again, frowning in confusion.  

“Who are you?”  

She blinked at him rapidly, not being able to fathom if she misheard him or he had indeed just asked her the dumbest question possible. The uncomfortable series of whispers that went around like something was not right. Did they…. Did they make a mistake? Was she not the one they meant to kidnap tonight?  

Her perpetrator turned towards the darkness at the far end of the room, talking to it, his voice ever so slightly shaking. “We were outside the hospital all afternoon; we had our eyes on her for hours. I don’t know how this happened…” He turned back, his eyes void of even the slightest tinge of guilt – they blazed with anger. “I asked who the hell are you.”  

How dare he. How dare he be mad at her like it was her fault she was sitting tied up in this chair. Like she was the one who fucked up.  

He wasn’t patient enough for an answer. She wasn’t planning on giving him one anyways.  

She watched as a woman walked up with her bag, emptying its content onto the floor carelessly, eyes skimming over her discarded things. Spotting a wallet she reached for it, scouring through and then tossed a card to the blonde man who held it under the light. “Baek Na Bi” He frowned. “Emergency medicine, Seoul National University Hospital…..”  

Na bi spat the blood-tinged spit pooling in her mouth on the wet mud around her. “So you’re not blind.” She looked at him, anger bubbling in her chest. “Just devoid of human intelligence then.”  

“Shut up.” He snarled, his gaze on her hardening as did his grip on the gun. Of all the ways one could die, Na bi was sure hers was going to be the most deservedly pointless one. 

“Or what?” Her eyes flickered to his gun and back. “You’ll stalk, kidnap and threaten me? Oh wait, you’ve already done all of the above.”   

“There is a fourth option on the list.” She felt his gun right in the middle of her chest, the nose of it digging into her sternum. “Don’t push me to do it.”  

Na bi tried not to swallow the phantom lump in her throat or let the defiance in her eyes die out. Thankfully for her, a sound from the shadows turned the blonde man’s attention away - The sound of a lighter click. 

“We made a mistake.” His otherwise harsh voice had a tinge of fear yet again. “It was dark and they look so alike I- “ 

“They look nothing alike.” An unfamiliar low voice echoed across the warehouse. Na bi tried to look through the darkness, searching for its owner but all she saw was a small dancing flame.  

“We can still find her.” The blonde man stashed his gun back in its holster, his hands searching his pockets for a minute before he pulled out a photo. “They work in the same hospital, maybe they know each other.”  

Turning to her, he held it up in front of her face, shining light on it. “Who is this?”  

Na bi didn’t know what good resistance was going to do for her but at this moment she did not feel like being of any use to him at all. She continued stubbornly staring at him, making him grab her face once more, forcing it to turn towards the photo in his other hand. Na Bi squinted at what seemed like a picture captured from a security cam of a woman maybe in her mid-twenties, face half hidden under her cap but still revealing the brown eyes that matched her brown hair…... Ana. 

“Don’t know.” She pulled herself away from his grip. “I don’t know who she-.”  

“She knows.”  

The voice from the shadows sent a chill down her spine. Na Bi thought she did an excellent job of concealing her shock on seeing Ana. She was only betrayed by the very slight widening of her eyes, a momentary slip he caught from all the way across the space. Denial was going to be futile. 

“Why are you looking for her?” 

The blonde man narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re in no position to ask questions.” 

“If not for your incapability, I would not be in this position.”  

Na bi could practically hear his jaw tighten, letting her know she was mere seconds from being hurt real bad but before he could do anything, the low voice boomed across the warehouse.  

“Wonho.” 

So that was blondie’s name. And a warning too. 

Wonho immediately took a step back and Na bi realised belatedly - the man in the shadows was the leader. She felt herself stiffen at the sound of him walking ahead. More accurately, at the sound of his shoes, which she noticed were not combat boots like the rest but a pair of dress shoes that appeared in the light when he neared.  

“I’m looking for some answers Ms. Baek. I just want a conversation.”  

“What could she possibly know that’s of interest to you?”  

“To begin with, on who’s orders has she been going around looking for me.”  

Na bi raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “She’s looking for you?”  

“It appears so. But no one simply looks for me Ms. Baek.” The click of the lighter resounded in the silence, this time the tiny flame briefly illuminated what looked like a grey shirt. “I’m the one who hunts.” 

Na bi scoffed incredulously. “Not so good at it, are you? Clearly you can’t even pick the right prey.”  

He hummed; a tinge of amusement laced in it. Wonho though, stared at her like he had just mentally put a dozen bullets through her. Na bi didn’t care; aggravating him felt alleviating for some reason. Besides, she didn’t think he would actually do anything without instruction from the man in the shadows and strangely, it didn’t feel like he wanted to hurt her.  

She knew how stupid that thought was. She knew what it meant to be kidnapped in this city – it was a one-way road; no one ever came back. Even though she was not the right target, she was a liability, a risk factor roaming on the streets. As much as she hoped and prayed, there was no way they were going to let her go tonight; her fate was sealed.  

“Let her go.” 

Na bi felt herself choke on nothing, launching into a coughing fit, thrown off by his words. If she didn’t see the sheer shock in Wonho’s face, she would have thought she misheard him but the blonde man took both a hesitating and obedient step towards her and with a small pocket knife, cut the ropes binding her hands. She rubbed her wrists ignoring the sharp pain in her shoulders. 

“You’re… you’re letting me go?” 

Though she had accurately predicted the lighter click to follow, she did not expect to hear a smile in his voice. “You’ll come back to me.” 

To this hell hole? “And why would I do that?” 

He didn’t answer.  

Giving her barely a minute to gather her discarded things, Wonho pulled her up to her feet impatiently. As she was led out, she heard footsteps receding into the darkness behind her and as much as she was surprised, sceptical and relieved all at once to be walking out of here alive, when the bag made its way back over her head, a part of her was disappointed to not being able to put a face to the voice that was ringing in her ears. 

You’ll come back to me. 

“I won’t.” She muttered as she was shoved back into the van.

Na Bi looked at herself in the mirror as she stepped out of the shower. She was a mess. 

As if her job as an ER resident did not contribute enough to her ever so permanent dark circles, last night’s events further threw her into a sleepless night. Pushing her bangs up, she ran her fingers over the bruise on her forehead. She did put up quite a struggle when she was being forced into the van but in vain. She was no match for those clearly trained hands that were tying her up - The scars on her wrists were still burning. Letting her fringes carefully cover the bruise on her head, she pulled her hair into a ponytail, eyes glancing at her phone for the hundredth time this morning. There was still no response from Ana.  

Last night, when Wonho had kicked her out of the van onto the street by her house, he had given her a warning loud and clear. “If you know what’s best for you, you’ll forget tonight ever happened.” Heart racing in her chest as she entered the home she never thought she would see again, Na bi neatly ignored his words and called Ana immediately. Sure, the two of them weren’t really close and barely knew each other but how was she supposed to just stay quiet when someone was in danger? She had to warn her at least, tell her that some very sketchy people were out there looking for her, but every call she made went straight to voicemail. Not knowing what else to do, she left her a bunch of messages, explaining the situation and it had been hours but there was still no response.  

Na bi looked up at the face in the mirror, her brown eyes reminding her of Ana. She was often told that the two of them looked similar but she could never see how. Yes, they had the same brown eyes and wavy brown hair but other than that, they were nothing alike. Ana looked angelic. She had such kind, warm eyes, a beautiful smile; she was the kind that stood out in a crowd, making heads turn as she walked by. Na Bi on the other hand was as ordinary as could be. Not so pale skin, tired eyes, tired posture, average height, average looks. Nothing about her was really noticeable…..except maybe her lips. She was told more than often that she had very irresistible lips but it was usually in very drunk and desperate settings so she never really took it seriously.  

Throwing on an old t shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, Na bi dressed herself to work, eyes and mind still on her phone. From what she understood, it seemed like those men knew they could find Ana at the hospital. If Ana was lucky and Na bi was not too late, then maybe she could find Ana at work and warn her before they got to her. The man in the shadows did say all he wanted was a conversation but honesty was not exactly the defining factor of men who hid in the dark behind their guns. There was no reason to believe that Ana was not in danger from him.  

Then again, he did let her go. 

Na bi might not have seen his face or know who he was but she knew of their intentions, she had seen their hide out, she had seen enough. She was exactly the kind of loose ends that people like them made sure to clean up. They should have done away with her and ended this instead her she was, safe and alive. Either they were not smart enough to realise just how risky it was for them to let her go or they were somehow capable of some form of humane reasoning and had spared her considering picking her was their mistake. Na bi didn’t think either were possible, which meant there was something else she was missing here.  

And those words of his kept ringing in her ears. 

“You’ll come back to me.” 

“I won’t.” She stubbornly muttered again to no one in particular and stepped out of her house into the darkness before dawn.  

Two hours later, Na bi found herself standing in front of apartment number 186. 

The moment she reached the hospital, she hastened to the oncology ward, looking for Ana. To her surprise, it had been days since Ana came to work and no one had heard from her in quite a while. Something was not right. Na bi immediately got a nurse to look up Ana’s hospital records for any alternative forms of contact but suspiciously, there were none - no emergency contact, no family members mentioned, no workplace hotline, but there was an address. Quickly scribbling it on a post-it note, she dropped a message to her attending about an upset stomach and left the hospital. After a 20-minute bus ride, a short walk and a ride up the elevator, Na bi was finally standing in front of the door number on her paper, praying Ana was in there.  

She wasn’t picking calls and hadn’t been seen for days – the idea of finding her in her home was hopeful but given this was Seoul, it was not realistic. And Na bi’s gut feeling was right. No matter how many times she rang the doorbell, there was no response; no one was home. She had a feeling the trip here would be pointless but maybe it wasn’t that futile after all because just as she turned to leave, a chilly wind brushed her arm and Na bi traced its source to a small crack between the door and the frame. It was open. 

Without much thought, she pushed the door and stepped in. Na bi didn’t know what exactly she was expecting to find in here, but everything seemed….. fine? At least at first sight, till she noticed the details. 

The dishes in the sink were giving off a repulsive smell, the trash clearly hadn’t been cleared in very long. There was a bowl of cereal and milk which seemed like it was sitting on the counter for days now. The fruits in the bowl had rotten and the bread loaf on the table was way past its expiry date. To simply put it, it seemed like no one had been here in quite some time. There were no signs of struggle or injury though, no smell of blood. But there were two fading, faint lines made perhaps by suitcase wheels, leading from the door to the cupboard in the room. 

Na Bi walked in and opened the wardrobe, immediately noticing it was almost empty. Her eyes skimmed over the remaining contents, mentally noting that there were no pants, not many t shirts and no inner wear at all. She did notice a white shirt that clearly belonged to someone much bigger than Ana - a man's, perhaps a partner? Na bi didn't know Ana had a partner but then again, she didn't even know Ana that well.  

One thing was evident though. Given how things were left in the house and that clothes and even cash was missing, Na bi could tell Ana was on the run, perhaps for days now. Maybe she already knew the man in the shadows would come looking for her. Maybe she made sure to disappear before she was caught.  

As much as Na bi was curious, there was no time to speculate – the front door creaked; someone else was here. 

Following her instinct, she quickly climbed into the cupboard, closing the doors as softly as she could, covering her mouth tight to not let even the soft sound of her breathing be heard. She watched through the tiny air vents of the cupboard as two men she had never seen before walked in, armed with guns, looking around. 

“See, there’s no one here.” 

“But I swear I saw her. A brown-haired woman walked into the building-" 

“Hundreds of people live in this apartment; it was clearly someone else. Where’s your head at, are you drinking on the job?” 

“Of course, I wasn’t…It really looked like Ana….” The shorter of the two looked around, first confused then disgusted. “Every time I come in here, I forget how terrible the smell is. Why can’t we get someone to clear the trash? Those bananas especially- ” 

“Boss said nothing here was to be touched remember? Just do your job. Watch the place as you were instructed.” 

“But it’s terribly boring…” 

And the voices faded away, perhaps as they left, allowing Na Bi to loosen her tense muscles just before they began to cramp. She gave it a good ten-minute grace period to make sure they were truly gone and climbed out of the closet. Thinking fast, she quickly stripped out of the shirt she was wearing, stuffed it into her own bag and pulled one of Ana’s pink sweaters over her head. She then grabbed a cap that was lying in there and put it on, tucking her hair into it. Without wasting much time, she left the house, leaving the door the way she found it and got into the elevator. Looking at her fuzzy reflection in the silver of the walls, she adjusted her clothes and put on a mask to hide her face just before it opened at the ground floor, revealing the two men from earlier standing right there. 

They looked at her but Na bi didn't panic - she made sure they wouldn’t recognise her, there was no reason to be worried but she held her breath nevertheless as she walked past the oblivious men, still arguing about their ‘job’. Head down, she made her way out of the gates and onto the street, processing all the information and most importantly, her biggest observation – those two men, they were not wearing combat boots.  

That meant someone else was looking for Ana as well. Someone who already knew who she was and where she lived and by the look of their guns, someone who was equally dangerous. Clearly this whole deal was a lot bigger than Na bi had ever imagined and like an idiot, she had just walked herself straight into the mess. 

And also, into the rock-hard chest of a very familiar man. 

She looked up, rubbing her hurting forehead to see the man standing with his arms behind his back, a disapproving look all over his face. Wonho. And over his shoulder, Na Bi saw a black van. Fuck, don’t tell me- 

And sure enough, she was grabbed by her wrist and shoved into the van before it sped off. 

10 days later. 

“Are you sure you want another drink? You’ve had quite a few tonight.” 

Na Bi raised her head and looked at the bartender through her hooded, heavy eyes. 

“Just pour what I’m paying you for.” She slurred. 

The man shook his head disapprovingly before placing a shot glass with pretty, pink coloured drink on the counter. “You don’t have to pay; the gentleman there already did.” 

Na Bi rolled her head back lazily and looked in the direction he was pointing at. Like any other drunk woman, she was used to being approached by all kinds of men in the bar but she usually didn't care much. Though it didn’t take much to bring her inhibitions down, she was always in control of herself and a woman who knew what she wanted. The older men she refused, the younger ones she laughed at, the sleazy ones she steered clear of. But very rarely, a captivating one like him would appear and Na bi did not think she minded this one.  

She got up with her drink, a bit too tipsy to fix her shorts that were far too up her thighs and made her way to this so-called gentleman sitting on the bar stool, further down from her. She found herself a place between his manspread, her eyes running from his long, bared neck to his only partially concealed chest. His eyes though, were fixed on her mouth. She knew he wanted it but what was the rush? 

“Why this drink?” 

“Try it.” He half shouted over the music, so she raised her glass to down it, the warm liquid pleasantly burning her throat. 

“I like it.” She licked her lips, knowing his eyes were fixed there. When they flickered up to meet hers, she felt hot under his gaze. 

“I like you.” Uh oh, too cheesy. 

Na Bi was decently good at reading people which meant she saw right through him. He was incredibly handsome, with the kind of built that probably had women fawning over him all the time, but looking at his soft doe eyes, how his hands didn’t even try to touch her yet and his terrible way with words, she could tell approaching women was not something he did often. Normally Na bi wouldn't have done the following, but today, something pushed her to.  

Setting her glass down on the counter, she slowly took his hands and wrapped them around her waist before letting her own go round his neck, fingers making their way into his hair. With just millimetres between them, hot breaths mingling, she expected to feel her pulse quicken, like his did, in the veins of his neck. What she wasn’t expecting was how fast his mouth found hers, latching almost hungrily, like it waited too long. He felt like a strange ecstasy, lips, tongue, teeth, all of it, her stomach knotting like she was plummeting from a height as he pressed her up against himself harder. 

Noticing his hands starting to get more daring on her body, much to his surprise she pulled herself from him and walked away, past the dancing crowd to the edge of the club. He watched as she stopped right by the washrooms and turned to him, beckoning him with her finger. His lips breaking into a small smirk, he followed, somehow getting more urgent with each step until he reached her, pushing her back, trapping her between the wall and his mouth.  

“You’re so fucking hot, I could take you right here.”  

Na bi chuckled at his unexpected desperation, a snide response dancing at the tip of her tongue but it was lost when his mouth moved down her neck and his hands found her ass. Biting back a moan, she revelled in the feeling of his mouth on her, not caring about the many judging eyes she met over his shoulder. Until she saw them.  

Two pairs of combat boots. In the middle of the dance floor. Watching her unblinking.  

Na bi immediately stiffened and it did not go unnoticed by the man before her who pulled back, looking tensed.  

“Is something wrong?”  

“No, I uh…” Her head slightly spinning, she shook it. “I think I need water. Could you get me some?” 

Making sure she was okay once again, he left for the bar, allowing Na bi to look around, observing her surroundings that were starting to turn hazy. They seemed to be the only pair of combat boots around and maybe the alcohol was seriously affecting her judgement but she had enough. Turning on her heel, she quickly walked past the washrooms to the back door of the club, swung it open and stepped out. As expected, the two men instantly followed her but when they stepped out after her, she wasn’t there.

As the door shut, Na bi who had hidden herself behind it, grabbed a discarded metal rod and took a swing at the man closer to her, knocking him out in an instant. His partner immediately turned, his gun pointing right at her but even drunk, she was faster than him, striking him with the same rod, his gun dropping to the ground. Within a second, the tables had turned.  

Na bi had possession of the gun, as the man across her stood with his hands in the air, the slightest tinge of fear in his eyes.  

“Keys.” Na bi held out her hand. “Car keys.”  

Reaching for his back pocket, he took out a bunch of keys and handed it to her slowly.  

“Where’s the car?” She raised an eyebrow, repeating when all her gave her was silence. “Where is it?” 

“Near the entrance.”  

“Do you have a phone?” He shook his head. Sighing Na bi tossed him her phone which he caught frowning in confusion. “9963. Unlock it.”  

He complied, holding up the phone to show her. 

“Good. Does this gun have a silencer?” This time he nodded. “Then I suggest you act fast. Ambulances take time on Friday nights and this guy has 20 minutes before he bleeds out.”  

And without a warning, she aimed the gun at the leg of his partner lying unconscious on the road and took a shot, blood instantly gushing out. Stashing the gun behind her, Na bi ran towards the entrance, without even so much as looking back at what she had done. Reaching the parking lot, she let the sound of the car unlocking to lead her to a black Mercedes and got in, immediately turning on the engine, driving away from the dark of the night to where it was darkest.  

It had been a little over a week since Na bi’s little visit to Ana’s house.

That day when she was shoved into the van again, everything made sense - this was why they had let her go. They had expected her to contact Ana to warn her and so evidently, they had their eyes on her the whole time, waiting for her to make a move. Lucky for them, within 24 hours, they went from not knowing a thing about Ana’s identity right to discovering where she lived.  

Na bi had underestimated them; she knew something bigger was at play yet she allowed her emotions to cloud her judgement and now she was truly done for. She had given them what they wanted; she was of no use anymore. She accepted that finally her time had come to an end but turned out, she was wrong again. Instead of the warehouse, Na bi found herself being tossed onto the street near her house once more and the black van sped off once before Wonho gave her yet another warning.  

“Third time’s a charm Baek. I might not be so merciful if I see you again. Stay away from where you don’t belong.”  

Anyone in her place would have thanked their stars for getting not one, but two chances to live but Na bi felt an unwarranted anger. The first time they let her go, they had an agenda. They used her to their advantage which meant this time too, they were up to something. Na bi hated the how they kept playing her but the truth was, no matter how many ways she tried to analyse the situation, she had no idea what they wanted from her now. The only one who could put her mind to ease by giving an explanation was the man in the shadows and with a bitter taste in her mouth, Na bi remembered that he predicted she would go back to him.  

“You’ll come back to me.” 

Recalling the sheer confidence in his voice, Na bi promised herself to do anything but that. He was clearly playing some mind game with her and she was not going to fall for it again. 

As far as Ana was concerned, after a lot of contemplation, Na bi decided to go to the cops. After all, that was what any logical, reasonable person in her place would and should do. There was more than one group of dangerous people looking for her and it was only a matter of time before they managed to find her; only the law could help Ana now. But the next afternoon, the moment Na bi stepped into the police station closest to the hospital, she realised that yet again, she was wrong.

Sitting right there on the bench was a widely built man dressed in a black shirt and olive-green pants, tapping away his foot on the concrete floor. His combat boot clad foot. Before he looked up and caught her eye, Na bi looked away as though she didn’t notice him there at all. When a cop approached asking why she was here, thinking fast, she took out the largest bill she could find in her wallet and handed it to him, claiming she found it on the street and left immediately.  

Of course the man in the shadows had his men in the police station. Criminals always made sure to stay close to law enforcement - prevention was after all better than cure. Na bi sighed in relief, glad that she was quick enough to notice the man. Had she given her statement, she would have turned from a mere risk factor to an actual threat and the man in the shadows definitely could not be benevolent or dumb enough to let her walk away with that. As much as she hated to admit, there was nothing Na bi could do to help Ana anymore – the time had come to forget any of this ever happened.  

Except they wouldn’t let her.  

The first time she noticed was that night when she went to close the curtains of her window – standing right across her building on the street was a man leaning against the lamp post smoking his cigarette, the combat boots evident on his feet. Though she felt like her heart was in mouth, Na bi simply drew the curtains and told herself to calm down. She was tired and lived four floors above the ground floor, maybe she was just not seeing right. But the next morning when she left her building, Na bi knew she didn’t make a mistake – he was still there and he was definitely wearing combat boots. Turning up her senses to high alert, Na bi made her way to work and realised much to her horror, the men in combat boots were everywhere – on the roads she walked, in the trains she took, the bakery where she grabbed her breakfast, the library where she worked on her papers and even in her workplace, one sitting aimlessly in the visitor lounge and another with an IV line hooked up for ‘dehydration’.  

Na bi was wrong once more. It wasn’t the police station they had their eye on, it was her they were watching. More than just watching actually. She could tell her mail had been opened and checked before she got to it. The newfound buzzing sound in the background of all her calls meant her phone was being tapped. She was being monitored round the clock.  

Na bi tried her best to behave like she didn’t notice anything. She still had no idea what these men wanted from her so she knew had to make her every move carefully – she was not going to be their little scapegoat yet again. Though as days passed, it got more and more hard to pretend. Not only was the feeling of constantly being watched invasive, intrusive and extremely uncomfortable, the fact that Na bi still couldn’t fathom why the hell they were doing it was driving her up the wall. But she held it in and let her despisal for ignorance take a backseat while they continued to treat her privacy like it was nothing.  

And now, after whole week and a half, she had finally reached her limit. It had been a few very draining days at both work and in her personal life and after weeks, she had come out with some colleagues to wind down, so to see those men watching her when she was having a preferably private moment was just – 

Na Bi slammed the brakes as she reached her destination. The man at the bar. She had forgotten all about him and left without an explanation. A slight guilt rose in her chest but it quickly died down. She didn't owe him anything - he was company for just a bit, a momentary escape, an illusion before she threw herself back into her regular life. After the days she had, she badly needed a break from everything but here she was instead, in front of the large doors of the warehouse where it all began. 

You’ll come back to me.  

She stumbled out of the car, her footing trying its best after all the drinks she had tonight and walked up to the metal doors, pushing them open. Standing right in the middle of a familiar scenery was Wonho, who’s eyes narrowed at her first in suspicion, then annoyance.  

“How the hell did you find this place?”  

“Wasn’t so hard.” Na bi pointed around vaguely. “Looks like a warehouse, reeks of gasoline, mud on my shoes from that night was coal black. Considering It took 30 minutes at average speed when you brought me back home and there were barely any stops on the way means no traffic signals, means highway, means outskirts. Combine all that and there was only one abandoned car engine factory that fit the profile.”  

When the weight of her words sunk in, Wonho chuckled. “You’re smart.”  

“I know.”  

“But not smart enough.” He walked up her. “You found a way in but do you have a way out?”  

Na bi reached for the gun stashed behind her back and pulled it out, pointing it right at Wonho’s chest, history repeating itself, just a little differently. Immediately she heard the click of at least 40 guns, men and women finally stepping out from the shadows around, their weapons aimed right at her.  

“Now now, let’s not be hasty.” She threw the gun down in the mud, holding her hands up. “I just want to talk.”  

“Conversations don’t interest me.”  

“I don’t need long. Actually, I can’t take long. You see, I just left a party about 20 minutes ago without informing anyone. Now the amazing people that my friends are, the longer I’m missing, the more likely they are to try to locate me by tracking my phone, which, I should let you know, is with two of your men who are in a very unexplainable, compromising situation right now. So, before it becomes a scene and the cops get involved and this whole thing spirals out of your control and mine, I suggest you let me get my answers and let me go.”  

Wonho laughed but when his subordinate walked up and whispered something in his ear, the smile was wiped off his face, landing on Na bi’s instead. Her claim had been verified. 

“What do you want to know?”  

Na bi shook her head, instantly regretting it when her head started spinning. “Not you. I want to talk to your boss.” Wonho stiffened, making her click her tongue. She knew she didn’t have long before all those drinks in her body betrayed her. “Tick tock.” 

Sighing he moved out of the way, his voice disgruntled. “Straight down, door on the left.”  

Taking a deep breath, Na bi followed his instructions and a big white door loomed into sight. Every part of what she was doing was stupid and reckless and insane but it was too late. She had come too far for answers, she just had to go a little further. Ignoring the way everything around her was spinning, she opened the door and stepped in.     

Na Bi didn’t know what she expecting to see in here. Her best guess was something straight out of the Godfather movie. Some sort of luxuriously decorated room with a middle-aged man sitting on a velvet couch drinking whiskey on the rocks. But the sight before her was nothing like that. It was a small, simple, dimly lit room with empty white walls, just a wooden table and chair in the middle and in front of it was a young man with his back to her. He was tall and lean, putting on a black vest over his white shirt, looking at her over his shoulder, the long fringes of his hair covering most of his face. 

“You came back Ms. Baek.”  

He turned, walking up to her, finally appearing in the light and Na bi felt her lips part wordlessly.  

He was beautiful. Beautiful in a way dangerous things were. Skin pale like it had never seen the light of day starkly contrasting his jet-black hair pushed back in a way that framed his face so appropriately. His eyes were empty but also saying a hundred unknown things at once. Her gaze wandered down his sharp nose and thin, blood red lips and Na Bi felt like she finally understood what people meant when they told her lips were captivating. There was nothing more she wanted to do than feel them just once, her hand unknown to her, reaching for it. 

He took a step back, moving away but she held him by collar and pulled him back towards her, their faces inches away from each other. If Na Bi thought she felt electricity with any other man in her life, what she felt with him was feral. The attraction was inexplicable and illogical and inappropriate.  

“Sorry, I don’t know why I just really wanted to….” She let him go, stumbling back, feeling her knees starting to give away. “Who… who are you?”  

A whole minute passed before he decided to answer. “I.M”

“Hmm, you are?”  

The edges of his lips curved into a small smile. “I am Changkyun.”   

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Yay! For wonho I was thinking fluff prompt 30 and smut prompts 11&21 (idk if it's too many sorry it's so hard to choose) thank you sm 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Wonho | “I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time.” & Giggly & Slow and sensual suggestive | 0.5k | gn!reader

It was easy to predict how the evening’s gonna go. Once Hoseok asked you if you want to go back to his place, your stomach twisted in excitement before he could even finish the sentence. You agreed enthusiastically, and after that it seemed neither of you could hold back your smiles or stifle your laughter.

But that’s how a good date should end, isn’t it?

His gentlemanly treatment of you continued once you arrived, and all the way to when he gently laid you down on the bed and crawled over you. 

He pushes your shirt up, kissing his way up to your lips without properly undressing you. You squirm under him, fingers digging into the muscles on his back and pulling on his shirt until he finally takes it off. Not that you feel any more in control being more dressed than him.

Once his shirt is off, though, he just keeps looking down on you, drinking you in with a smile on his face so sweet and loving that it makes you shy.

“What?” you mumble, shifting your focus on his body to keep your blood rushing a direction opposite to your reddening cheeks.

“I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time,”  he bites his lip. His ears turn red just like yours, and he finally bends down to kiss you.

“Hoseok, you already have me in your bed, no need to seduce me,” you tease, hoping to calm your racing heart. He chuckles and kisses you again, apparently on a mission to make you fall even more hopelessly in love with him than you already are.

“I’m just happy you’re mine,” he whispers against your lips, his hand holding your jaw in place. It sounds violent, but his touch is caring.

“Just now?” you need to fight back. You can’t get all weak for him before you even start. Before he even touches you in a way that you really need. 

“Always, dummy,” he coos, keeping his lips just out of reach. You can’t get closer since he holds you, and your cute little whines just make the smile on his face get wider. Then, slowly, he puts his weight on you and ruts his hips against yours. Only when your lips part in a surprised moan does he kiss you, his tongue easily entering your mouth. It isn’t domineering in any way, and you make up for it by being good for him and melting into his kiss, into his touch, letting him do whatever he wants and however he wants. Your legs jerk around his body with each brush of his bulge against his body. The stimulation is nowhere near to what you crave but it makes your toes curl nonetheless.

“Please, Seok,” you beg between gasping for breath and letting him kiss you senseless, “More.”

“Wait for it,” he murmurs, smiling against your lips, “We have the whole night, and the morning, and the whole tomorrow.”

Somehow your foggy brain processes his words and you chuckle. He’s right. There’s nowhere to rush. You don’t need to leave tonight, you don’t have to worry about waking up for work tomorrow.

“Spoil me then,” you sigh, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him close. He beams at you, gives in easily into your demands. It’s not like he had anything else in mind anyway.

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RM1501: Anatomy & Physio

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If only once.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, Hoseok. I’m gonna—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thoughts on Monsta X + Wonho

Part I - Their couple item with their partner Requested

Pairing: Monsta X vs gn reader

Genre: fluff

length: super short (messy headcanons format)

Bonus song rec: Dope Lovers, by DPR IAN

Shownu:

I see something classic for shownu, so you would wear matching rings, preferably silver ones. Maybe chain or spinner-designed. Also, he constantly kisses the back of your hand and he loves to see the ring hugging your finger.

Minhyuk:

Okay, he is not a typical person. I don't think he would ever consider people around to know you and he have a special item. That's why you actually sleep wearing matching pajamas. Maybe they are pink or any other pastel color of your choice, they also feel so smooth against your skin.

Kihyun:

You guys often match colors! That's not about a pinned item. You go to parties wearing the same color palette and this is just so nice to look. That accentuates how good you all look together.

Hyungwon:

Bracelets! Very fine and expensive bracelets, Hyungwon wants them to last forever. That fact tells a lot about him. You know he is very serious when he says you all have a compromise. It's so easy to trust him, he never breaks a promise and your bracelets have charms that attract one another T-T

Jooheon:

Collars. First, he made a collar with your name and you went crazy with that, like, he made it so obvious to everyone. Boy is a sucker for you, he is all in, babe. Do I need to say that you surprised him with his name on an accessory as well??

Changkyun:

This is controversial, I know, but if you are really important to him he will get a tattoo that represents the magic you have brought to his life. I don't really think he believes in being forever with someone, he does not mind if you all break up someday. He is okay with the mark you have left all the same.

Wonho:

I do believe you have many couple items. Simply because he buys things for you and they are too cute that he wants to have his own copy too. I would say accessories, squeeze bottles, sneakers, tees.

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Wonho cake 🍰

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───────── 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑. ( 18+ )

PAIRING: wonho x fem!reader WORD COUNT: 1k SYNOPSIS: sickness doesn’t stop him from being needy.

From the moment that one customer was hacking up a storm without covering his mouth, the foreseeable future of high body temperatures, fatigue, honey ginger tea, and a trash bin full of used tissues wasn’t too far in the distance. In three days, she found herself tucked under the covers: exhausted, congested, and barely able to lift a finger.

While she has taken off from work, her dutiful beloved has been running around, essentially gathering a ‘get well soon’ basket for her, sans the basket and organization. Even with the grueling work hours, Hoseok shows up at her door with an armful of goodies–cough drops, additional tea, snacks, and various brands of mineral water–and the warmest smile to take care of her. She is grateful to have a partner who cares for her when she’s at her lowest, but the man truly has no concern for himself when he attempts to steal kisses from her.

“Hoseok, my love,” she warns him for the nth time while pushing his face away from her. “Stop trying to kiss me.”

With a pout, he grabs her wrist and positions her hand to cup his cheek. “I haven’t gotten any kisses in a while.”

“Because I’m sick.”

“My immune system will be fine.”

“No.”

He gets progressively whinier but makes no move to pressure her, instead leaning more into her palm while his thumb brushes over her pulse. He’s kneeling beside her bed, but he is still at a distance too close to avoid catching what she has. She has no will to fight him off, her heavy eyelids fluttering closed and threatening to stay shut for the remainder of the evening, and a winded sigh is dragged from her tired lungs. Hoseok merely observes her, a wistful gaze accompanied by the pad of his thumb gently resting on her wrist, and it’s hard to turn away a man who is so soft for her.

“You’re so annoying,” she quietly concludes with a tired smile.

“But you love me, yeah?”

She chuckles. “Ridiculously so.”

“Then I guess I’m very annoying.”

She looks as ghastly as she sounds, yet it doesn’t deter him from coming close–or wanting to. When he attempts to climb into bed, she blocks him with her leg. When he leans even a centimeter too close, she swats him away. He’s rough and burly, but always goes easy on her. That’s not to say that he will go down without a little tumble.

“My god, Hoseok!”

He does manage to climb in next to her, citing their position of him laying behind her as his defense of not getting sick just because she’s not face-to-face with him. She is no doctor but she doubts that their position makes him less susceptible to catching her cold. He’s still clinging to her, muscular arms wrapped around her waist and locking her in. It’s tiring to lecture him like he is a disobedient, codependent child, but she misses the warmth of his embrace. Touch deprivation has a strong hold on her judgment; she really doesn’t want to be let go.

It goes quiet, save the steady rhythm of his breaths as his chest is pressed against her back. She is already heating up from her sickness and having the human equivalent of a furnace trap her in her own bed will surely make her room feel like the pits of hell. She feels her clothes sticking to her skin, courtesy of the sheen of sweat on her, but Hoseok is unfazed. If anything, his hands are just as curious as they usually are, as one slips under her tee.

His fingertips brush over her skin, wandering no higher than her navel, kisses peppering over her nape and shoulder. She wouldn’t have minded his clinginess on normal occasions where she’s alive and well, not sweating, not hot to the touch, and can breathe through both nostrils. She seems to be the only one severely bothered by him voluntarily touching her sickly self, but her disgruntled thoughts shift with a little extra loving and persuading.

“It’s okay,” he reassures while settling between her legs, his hands traveling up her thighs to keep her spread for him. “Just a little taste. That’s all.”

“God, I’m so tired of you..” 

She rubs her eyes, her whiny words of despair not matching up with the small smile on her face. Though she shakes her head, she allows him to drape her legs over his shoulders and bury his face between her thighs.

Her attention is pulled in all different directions by her itchy throat, congested sinuses, and the conscious urge to suppress the coughing fits threatening to escape. Holding in her breath temporarily relieves the persistent itch but it’s difficult to think straight when Hoseok’s mouth is doing the unspeakable on her swollen clit.

His movements are controlled—calculated. He goes easy on her, which would typically make her throw a fit and demand for more, but her newfound patience is solely derived from her cold. Her patience is merely a guest, not a resident. The energy she can barely muster draws her fingers through his hair in a loose grip, and the obscene squelches of his mouth on her slick flesh reminds her that nothing will stop this man from satiating his hunger.

A bated breath parts from her throat, on par with the chills that rush through her weary limbs and down her spine when a single finger sinks inside her. A second one wriggles in a moment later, which goes against his claim of ‘getting a taste’. Nonetheless, he doesn’t stray from his leisurely pace, his mouth continuing to cater to her clit and every inch of her cunt that has yet to be touched while his thick digits stroke her walls.

Hoseok always spoils her, but she feels even more spoiled with his devoted attention to her and her pleasure. He really shouldn’t be in the room with her but as a grown adult who’s capable of making his own decisions, he is adamant on being horny and negligent of his own wellbeing.

“Love,” she breathes, her grip on his tresses fixing a bit stiffer, trembling thighs locking a bit tighter.

He grunts in response, smoldering eyes piercing at her when she peers down at him, and the pace of his tongue and fingers appear to pick up. 

“Easy, sweetheart. I got you.”

[mymoodwriting]

LØV3

F!Reader x Hyungwon

Genre: Yandere AU

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

Words: 4K

Chapter Fifteen

(Prev//Next)

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

(@starillusion13 @makeyourfantasydreamscometrue)

“What can we expect from NexGen now?”

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

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

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

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

“Don’t hurt anyone. They don’t-”

“They started it!”

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

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

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

“Y/n, we need to go.”

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

“… who… who are you…?”

“I’m here to get you out.”

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

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

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

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

“Changkyun sent you? He’s okay?”

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

“He… he did that…”

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

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

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

“I can’t go with you.”

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

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

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

“Come with me.”

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

“We’ll get you away from him.”

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

“You can call me Jooheon.”

“Alright. Get out of here, Jooheon.”

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

“There you are! Are you okay!?”

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

“What happened?”

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

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

“…”

“Who was it? Did you recognize them?”

“No…”

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

“Nobody I knew…”

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

“The detective…”

“Detective?”

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

“And you trusted him?”

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

“Hm. Where was he taking you?”

“I don’t know… the sewers…”

“Why?”

“There wasn’t much time for talking…”

“Then why did you help him escape?”

“I didn’t want you hurting him…”

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

“Yes.”

“Good. Now let’s get you back.”

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

“What are we doing here…?”

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

“Huh?”

“Come here.”

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

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

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

“… what the…”

“You’re awake.”

“… did you… did you chip me…?”

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

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

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

“It’s not! You-”

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

“Huh?”

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

“I didn’t say anything to him.”

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

“…”

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

“What did you tell the detective?”

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

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

“… hyungwon…”

“Yes?”

“… what’s… what’s your…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, where are we?”

“Everything is good to go.”

“Excellent.”

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

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

“So then what are we going to do?”

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

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

“If we could get an EMP-”

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

“I’m just saying we-”

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

“Can we get any inside information?”

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

“So what do we do?”

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

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

“Good, keep me in loop.”

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

“Good morning.”

“… morning…”

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

“Yeah… I slept well…”

“Good. I made breakfast, your favorite.”

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

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

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

“You’re not… you’re not working…?”

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

“Does that mean you-”

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

“I… I’d like that…”

“Come on then.”

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

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

“Medicine? What medicine?”

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

“What… what is that…?”

“Just a little something I prepared for you.”

“That’s not medicine… is it…?”

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

“Nanobots?”

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

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

“Why nanobots though…”

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

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

“That’s a problem for later.”

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

“Hyungwon…!”

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

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

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

“Changkyun?”

“Long time no see.”

[dollydaisies]

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"do you just want, like, ALL OF THEM...?"

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say hello to SOHN HYUNWOO (손현우)! y'know, SHOWNU (셔누)!

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oh, look, it's LEE MINHYUK (이민혁)! ah, so charming!

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it's YOO KIHYUN (유기현)! if i proposed now, would he say yes...?

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wait, CHA HYUNGWON (채형원) is real? i thought he was an angel...

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ah!!! LEE JOOHEON (이주헌)!! AHH!!

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KIM CHANGKYUN (임창균)! he is so heartwarming.

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lee hoseok (이호석)... WONHO (원호)... come home...

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[dreamythoughtsmood]

Wonho Boyfriend Material Headcanons

He is the kind of man who would always make sure that you have everything you need

Food

Drink

Massage

You name it, he will get it for you

You are his number one fan of course

Bringing you to concerts

Making you stand in the crowd and watch him be cool

He would want you to be proud of him

And you are

Free merch

He would fully expect you to go to work wearing his things

And only his merch but his clothes

His leather jacket is yours now

He only wears it when you need his scent back on it

He would try and get you into working out if you are not already

Not because he thinks you need it

Its just another way for him to be with you

He would be happy if you just sat around and talked to him while he worked out

He would 100% flex his muscles more whenever you are there

At home, he would be wearing his very short shorts and socks, thats it

Shirts? What shirts?

The man hates shirts

Dates with him are something else

Because how can a man so massive be so cute?

His laugh alone could make you laugh

Cute dates, lots of pictures, kissing

You are treated like a Princess with him, because he is your Prince

Literally, because his name in your phone is My Prince❤️

You two have no secrets around one another

So its a bit hard to surprise the other as it would be very obvious you are up to something

On rare occasions, if you happen to argue, it doesn't last for long

You two love each other too much to be angry

So either of you would apologize a couple hours later

He would go and pick you up from work. Every.Day.

Your colleagues would always drool over him

But he only sees you

Just seeing him, leaning against his expensive car while wearing the most fashionable clothes, you could just jump on him right then and there

He loves your cooking

Especially your ramen

Which you would practice over and over to get it perfect so he loves it

But he doesn't have to know that

He would often ask you to massage him

But its just an excuse that he wants you close

And who wouldn't want to run their hands down his amazingly sculpted back?

He would also love to give you massages

He loves to come up with date ideas

He always comes up with something new

But they all end the same, with food, preferably ramen

[purp1einmyh3ad]

God, forgive me